No, no, hear me out on this digression. Jack Davenport excels at playing people whose personal moral code separates them, rightly or wrongly, from their more fun and exciting contemporaries. And the appeal of these characters -- most of the time -- comes from their solitary, slightly forlorn attempts to cling to their dignity amidst circumstances that have been imposed upon them. Except in Swingtown, Jack Davenport played a man who was morally retarded, and thus his character felt like a hypocritical dolt. You can't really think of hypocritical dolts as sexy, and it's not like the show corrected itself to become Grant Show and His Moustache Finally Get the Harem They Deserve!. Hence, the tankage. (Well, that and CBS being deathly afraid that all the network-friendly sex might kill their audience.)

Here, however, Davenport's back to playing a man whose principles -- so, by extension, his very self -- are under assault. All is well in the universe again. And Simon is snapping, "You're not the only one who lost someone, Lloyd." He declines to share who he's lost -- or ever loved. When Lloyd calls on his hand, Simon says, "I knew you were bluffing this entire hand. Because there's no such thing as luck, or fate, or 'there but for the grace of God.' This game is pointless. I've already won. The future's already happened. Fighting it is futile." The end of his little spiel is the voice-over for footage of Nicole being drowned in the world's best-lit pool.