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- Who's trying to fool me? - This is evil for the experienced.

I haven't experienced such a fake game since

I was at a high school party in Holmenkollen.

I feel like I'm witnessing TV history.

I'm 100% sure that you're a Traitor!

You can't trust anyone.

Especially not Mads Hansen.

Judas. 30 pieces of silver was all he needed.

How much do you need to betray a friend?

Welcome to a game of truth and lies.

A game... where everyone wears masks.

The question is: Who can you trust-

when the truth whispers and the lie screams?

Eventually, all masks will fall.

This is "Traitor."

- Did you see it in their eyes? - I thought it had to be you.

I'm so excited!

Now I'm here. I've traveled from two small children.

I'm going to be here. Now it's a bubble. Now it's just to go for it.

Abrahamsen, have you trained? Good day, good day.

One of the first things that happened was

that Harald Bredeli said: "Abrahamsen, yes!"

Last time, someone thought I was a reality cameraman.

Nice that someone now knew who I was. That makes it easier to fit into the group.

Very good.

- What have we done? - You could say that. We'll find out.

I think I basically have very few qualities that help me in here.

I'm pretty sure I'm going to be the idiot.

- Hi! - I think we've met.

I've had a drip again.

Funeral agent? Oh my God, how exciting.

Since I'm a funeral agent, I'm ready for more death and murder.

I thought Leah could be a perfect Traitor. Sweet, kind, and innocent.

In here, she'll probably show other sides.

I don't want to be a Traitor.

I'm a person who can't lie,

and I'm very nice. I don't want to step on anyone's toes.

What's the best lie you've ever told?

Maybe that I'm bad at lying?

- How do you feel? - I don't know what to feel.

I'm an extremely big fan of Sophie Elise.

I really want to play together with Sophie Elise.

But I'm very afraid of it. I think she might stab me in the back.

I'm not just an influencer, but also "Norway's most dangerous role model."

If it has taught me anything, it's how to handle a lot of criticism-

and to navigate many claims about oneself.

For the first time, I get to use it for something.

Can I give you a hug? So nice!

- Here you both are. - Both of you.

- Where's the lady, then? - She's standing over there.

I'm here with my husband Andreas.

It's pretty cool that he said yes to joining.

Are you going to have any qualms about making choices that affect your wife?

No.

This is a unique, handpicked group.

Who think they know the game.

They're wrong.

My body is buzzing now. I wonder what's going to happen. No clue.

- Who's taking it? - I can take it.

"Dear everyone."

"Everyone now has to hang their portrait on the wall."

Remember that in "Forræder", nothing is random.

Every single choice can have big consequences.

You have three minutes. Good luck.

There were some red fields. Mostly black. Three black on the side.

We're off.

Well, a lot of people were quick.

- Anyone taking red? Could be good. - Could be bad too.

Could be good on that row. I'm sticking with the red.

- Did we do something stupid now? - I don't know. Maybe.

- Red or black? - We went with black, yeah.

- Morten. I went for red. - You did?

No, damn it.

When I see my picture hanging on the left, my pulse skyrockets.

I don't like it at all.

You did as I asked. Good start. Promising.

What's coming now?

I see that three people have placed themselves off the beaten path.

Markus, Bertine, and Rasmus.

We have three on red fields too.

Morten, Tuva, and Tor-Håkon.

In "Forræder," every choice has consequences.

When Mads stands there like a medieval lord

and says that every choice in "Forræder" has consequences,

you realize that something is going to happen.

Markus. Bertine. Rasmus.

You three are...

Completely safe tonight.

Here you go.

I feel like I've had mega luck, everything

going my way, luck and opportunity, all at once.

Rasmus Wold has become Rasmus Skjold (Shield).

There won't be a shield room this year. The shields are carried openly.

We'll see what that does to the choices throughout the game.

I think it's good that it's open who has shields.

It makes it harder for the Traitors to hide in the long run. That's fun.

So we have you on red.

That choice also has consequences.

There are 23 of you.

This year, there's only room for 20 players.

When Mads starts talking, I realize I've made a bad choice.

It's no exaggeration to say that I'm about to piss myself standing here.

Morten. Tuva. Tor-Håkon.

You are redundant. Thanks for coming.

And that's that.

Are you kidding me?

Shockingly brutal.

Are you joking?

"Pressure" is an understatement.

There's a saying, "When you plan, God laughs." It's a bit like that.

This is going to hurt.

It already does.

- Huh? - Oh, damn...

If you sink the black ball in snooker, you're out.

- Come back! - What the hell?

Mads fucking Hansen.

- You're speechless? - I'm shocked.

Here I was talking to Tuva about how much she

was looking forward to it, and then she was gone.

You have no idea how much I dreaded making that choice.

I'm so glad you made it for me. Thank you.

Thank you so much. Seven kilos lighter. Awesome.

It's scary to see how much he enjoys that others are suffering.

That Mads Hansen is a sadist is the theory I believe the most.

So far, everyone is Faithful.

Soon, we will draw Traitors.

See you in the council chamber.

I would of course have liked to be safe the first night.

The race isn't over. I can still become a Traitor.

The council chamber is going to be intense. Everyone knows what happens in the first council meeting.

Once you leave the room, the hunt is on.

I'm very sensitive.

But I have a game mind that I hope I can switch on.

I can't be a Traitor. Can't. Don't want to.

So when I'm asked...

But for heaven's sake...

Is this for real?

This house is haunted!

I feel like this place is like Narnia.

Just not the cozy version.

Welcome to the council chamber. The heart of the game.

This is where the majority decides.

The majority are the Faithfuls.

If you manage to find each other, and avoid being fooled by the Traitors,

those of you who are left in the end, will get all the silver you've collected.

100 silver bars. 200,000 kroner.

But: If there is even one Traitor left

at the end of the game,

all the silver will be lost to you.

It's time to draw Traitors.

Write down your names on the slip in front of you.

Hand the slip to me.

What am I getting into?

I don't think my heart has pumped this much before.

My fingers are tingling. On the verge of a panic attack.

Now, you can take the blindfold in front of you.

Put it over your eyes.

When I sit with a blindfold on, it's like my heart is jumping out of my body.

We're here to play.

I've joined to get people out.

Of course I want to be a Traitor. One of the main characters.

It goes without saying.

If you now feel a friendly hand on your shoulder,

you've been offered the role of Traitor.

If I get that pat on the shoulder, I'll be so happy that I'll cry.

I'll manage to hide that.

I don't see myself as a strategist.

There are no analytical veins here.

Promising.

My tactic is to have no tactic. I just go along.

Hell. The Devil has been here now.

I consider myself Faithful. Like a team player.

I came in to be Faithful.

I've imagined the moment so many times. Wondered about my own reaction.

Then it almost explodes in my body.

I'm thinking it's going to be hell for the next few weeks.

I'm playing the lead role. I'm looking forward to it.

Before we continue, I want to ask those of you

who got a hand on your shoulder a few questions.

Do you want to betray the group you're sitting with now?

Do you want to kill the others, one by one,

while they sleep?

If I get your clammy hand on my shoulder,

I'm not a coward and will say no. I say yes.

I'm counting down from three.

When I've done that, you can take off the blindfold, -

and the game is on.

Three. Two. One. Go ahead.

Siri is the one I know best in here. It's our eyes that meet first

after the roles are given.

What do you do then? Do you go quiet and sneak away?

Or do you speak up?

I can say that I'm Faithful.

Can't everyone take a turn and say that they are Faithful?

I'm Faithful.

Then it's two of us, because I'm Faithful.

Faithful.

I sat next to Henrik in the council room. He seemed nice,

but he also has the face of a Traitor.

He has an aerodynamic face. He was born in the wrong time.

He should have been a count. When I see him, I imagine him being fed grapes.

He would have been a perfect Traitor. He's an actor, and would pull it off.

- I am Faithful. - I am Faithful.

I am Faithful.

Then we know the identity of the Traitors.

Or do we?

I know that I am a Traitor. I don't know if there is one or two more.

There are indeed more here who are not telling the truth.

Hiding around the table is yet another Traitor.

I'm Faithful.

I'm Faithful.

Everyone is suspicious.

No one stands out as a Traitor.

I'm Faithful.

I feel like this is going to be fucking awesome. And a lot of drama.

- I am Faithful. - I am Faithful.

I'm also Faithful.

At least I'm Faithful.

I think this, for my part, is just going to be fun.

I can say that some around this table lied.

Who here feels good at reading people?

I work as a speaker. In addition, I probably know more than average

about body language.

- Aina, you should have a little... - Everything here is high stress.

My pulse went up the moment we came in here.

It's high stress anyway. I don't know if...

I tone it down and make it less dangerous.

If anyone in here gets the idea

that I can expose liars through body language,

then I'll be out faster than they can say "Traitor".

Anyone interested?

I was really interested. I'm a bit disappointed.

Very disappointed?

No...

I had geared up to be that.

- And that I would take it. - Relieved?

Yes, very.

Faithful. Your task is to expose and banish

all the Traitors before it's too late.

Traitors. Their task is to kill

all the Faithfuls.

And be the last ones standing. It's almost night.

The first player will be killed.

Sleep well.

- You're relieved? - Because I didn't become a Traitor.

Everything you say now sounds like a lie.

I'm just saying what I think.

When we lie, we get stressed.

Most people don't like to lie.

When we get stressed, we have certain reactions.

You breathe more shallowly.

You might start to sweat.

Some try to limit their body language a lot.

They go from talking like this, to becoming completely stiff.

Some who lie start to blink more.

You have experience focusing on yourself.

When you're on TV.

Has that trained you to handle all eyes on you?

That everyone is pointing at you?

I have some good qualities that don't fit here,

except for not having control over what happens.

Shit. I thought I was a decent guy.

Then it turns out I have a hidden talent. I had no idea about it.

- Damn. - Crazy stuff!

Starting to lie as if I've never done anything else.

- Intense. Are those honest eyes? - Yeah, yeah.

I was really surprised by that, and a bit impressed.

And I was fucking scared that it happened right away.

None of us are Traitors at heart.

Coming in here "to kill!".

Now it's just about sneaking around like a panther.

You could feel that if you had a heart rate monitor, you would feel an increase...

- Sitting at 150. - Every time he walked by.

That's my resting heart rate, because I'm out of shape.

That might be top 3 worst mustaches I've seen in Trøndelag.

- Of course, it's new and shiny. - Couldn't you have tried a proper one?

A blue panther full of lies.

- Can you tell if he's a Traitor? - Not necessarily.

She reads you like an open book.

I've been worse at exposing her lies.

That's nonsense!

"Kathrine is better than me at lying."

Now we're going to take a little time-out.

I'm almost afraid to talk to you.

I want him to go away. I'm afraid to be with him.

I'm thinking about what the others will think.

How long can we stand together before they start to smell something fishy?

Is this where it happens? Cheers, everyone!

I'm pretty sure it's not Andreas.

I'm wondering if it's another girl.

Now it's night-night!

Just waiting to get killed, then.

It's time to kill.

For now, the Traitors can't kill together.

They can't meet each other. Not yet.

"Dear Traitor. For now, the identities of the others are hidden from you."

"But are you a good match? Do you think alike? The night demands a sacrifice."

"Rank the players by who you would most like to kill."

"The player with the highest ranking from the

Traitors' lists will be the night's sacrifice."

When I rank who I want to kill, I start from the opposite end.

I start with who I want to keep the most.

That's the first death list I've signed.

It was actually less demanding

than I thought.

The game is on. Awesome!

It's wonderful in all its cruelty.

The fact that I, as a Traitor, also have a

shield from before is worth its weight in gold.

Then I can use this shield as an alibi for why I haven't been killed.

I'm out of suspicion.

I should already be sleeping well, but since I'm also a Traitor, it becomes

ten quiet hours with Eva Cassidy on the sound system.

Completely in harmony with myself.

The Blue Panther is going to lurk around every single night,

with a dagger blacker and bigger, and more hellish,

than you have ever seen in your pathetic lives.

You are going to come after me.

You will get resistance. Something so fucking intense.

- Are we first, or are they hiding? - Probably.

Wait a minute. Come out.

- No. - Are we first?

The night was absolutely amazing. I slept extremely well.

We need to find a place to sit. It would be fun if you sat there and I sat here.

- Not because I don't like you. - I picked up on that right away.

- For comedic effect. - Maybe we are part of the game?

- I'll take the corner. - That's new.

We need to talk a little loudly. Who do you think it is?

I'm very unsure. I thought Rasmus Shield was the Traitor.

What a first day that would have been.

- That would have been crazy. - I was hoping to be.

- Did you? - Yes. I told people too.

Oh, did he blush a little?

He got a bit like...

The way he acted made me suddenly start to notice that we were in the game.

And then there's my husband. What if he's been killed!

Have you seen anything in your husband's eyes?

Nothing.

I don't know how many Traitors there are. I guess there are two more.

Those are two very good Traitors. I don't have a gut feeling about anyone.

I think they play the game better than I do.

Suddenly, that person looks me in the eyes and then we're on the same team.

Hey!

- Hello! - We're alive.

We've saved a spot for Sval over there, and Espen in the corner over there.

Kathrine and Rasmus have chosen to sit

on opposite sides of the room. A bit strange.

It sets a mood: "Here, we think through what we do."

A very dysfunctional family breakfast. People are sitting so far apart.

- Hey! - Damn.

Welcome!

Those who can die tonight...

Hello!

I think that Trygve, for example,

could get killed, because a lot of people like him.

He's just so innocent.

Or they will try to kill someone who is more of a "gamer."

The killing depends on who the Traitor is.

- Now we just need four more. - Aina. Vebjørn.

Andreas. Ellen.

Andreas isn't coming. Shit!

- Aina is a mental coach. - That's so cool.

I hope she doesn't get eliminated. I want to learn a bit.

I was super happy.

It was like falling in love all over again.

- You came! - Oh, so nice.

- Hey! Sweaty, though. - I started to get stressed.

Now we need two more.

- Aina. - And Ellen.

Great people.

I'm afraid that someone I care about won't show up.

I got really scared that Ellen wouldn't come.

I really like her.

Ellen! Ellen!

I got an incredibly warm and lovely hug-and-happiness welcome when I walked in.

- Good morning. - So good!

- So cozy. - I was really happy to see you.

Aina hasn't arrived.

Aina is high on my list.

She works with the mental side and communication. Has techniques.

I was terrified.

There's a letter lying there.

I had a feeling about that.

"Hereby killed."

This is what I was afraid of.

Here, people have been afraid of being read.

Here, they want to get rid of someone who can expose them.

Right now, I'm leaning towards Andreas.

And maybe Harald.

I have a little suspicion about him too.

Good morning to you too! Is it a nice morning?

- For us, yes. - Some are missing.

As you might guess: Aina became the Traitors' first victim.

Don't despair. In today's mission, you can really get revenge on the Traitors.

In addition to winning silver for the prize pot Win-win!

And Aina was forgotten!

If the players solve the mission, the Faithfuls will get a big advantage.

But maybe the Faithfuls are already one step ahead?

Rasmus "Shield" was very talkative.

I asked him outright, and said that he could be a Traitor and have a shield.

Then he started talking a lot.

- Sad. I know Rasmus well. - What do you think?

I think Rasmus radiates that he is a very relaxed guy.

I've thought that the only person I know and can read in here is Rasmus Wold.

- If he's on edge, it stresses me out. - Do you think you can see that?

The worst part is that when I greeted him today, he wasn't as warm as usual.

- Oh! - He got cold overnight?

Rasmus, it's painful to say, but...

I think you're a Traitor.

Look at that in the woods.

Super Traitor.

- Ready for the first mission? - Yes!

In the missions, you will work together to collect silver for a common prize pot.

Today's mission is a bit different.

In addition to winning silver, you can really

throw a wrench in the works for the Traitors.

If you manage to blow up and topple this Traitor statue,

the Traitors won't get killed tonight.

Nor will anyone be put on the death list.

All around the woods here, there are boxes that contain

either silver or gunpowder.

All the boxes are, of course, locked.

To find the code for the lock, you must solve a task

at the box.

Think carefully. You only have one attempt per lock.

If you manage to collect at least 150 kg of gunpowder

before 20 minutes have passed,

you will have enough explosives to topple the statue.

The players choose teams based on the traits they believe they have.

There are three teams, and each team

will unlock two boxes of silver, and one with gunpowder.

I'm not logical.

I joined the "small talk" group because I talk so much.

I'm not good at logic. I'm not observant. Talking is my talent.

You have 20 minutes. The time starts now.

Race walking.

There is red.

"Which player, who arrived at Midtåsen yesterday, was born in 2005?"

- "Trygve, Leah, Johan, or Ida?" - I know!

I was born in 2002. I'm the second youngest. Leah is the youngest.

- 520. - I'm sure of that.

Correct!

- Good! - Should we make a long line?

Markus, you are a horse and a donkey in one!

And a lion!

First time I've seen three animals in one man.

The small talk group has managed to unlock their box.

The players are one step closer to a murder-free night.

Oh no!

"A man looks at a picture and says:

'I have no brothers or sisters, but the father of this man is my father's son.'

- "Who is in the picture?" - It's the man himself.

"My father's son."

- "... of this man is my father's son." - It's the man himself.

- Are we in agreement? - No, wait.

When we get to the explosives task, my head is boiling.

I really don't want us to gather enough explosives.

At the same time, I don't want to raise suspicion that I'm sabotaging.

My tactic will be to throw out many different theories-

and talk a lot and create confusion, so that in the end we have to 'guess.'

The man looks at a picture. It's a picture of a man.

"The father of this man in the picture, is my father's son."

It's him. "My father's son" is him.

"The father of this man is my father's son."

"What was the first thing that was written in the

letter you received when you arrived at Midtåsen?"

I've read it.

Not that one. I think it was that one.

Yes!

Yes!

The other groups have now unlocked several silver boxes.

But at the gunpowder box, the self-proclaimed

logic experts are still struggling with the logic.

Henrik is a picture.

He is a model, so he can play this out.

In reality, he is my son. He is also a man.

I look at this. The father of this man, my son,

that is me, is my father's son. Which is also me.

- Yes. That's where we started. - Then we agree. The man himself?

- 765. - Oh fuck.

It wasn't that.

Not correct. Then we have to move on to the next.

There, we messed up.

Everyone agreed to go for the option we chose.

And that was wrong.

Who has the most followers on Instagram? Henrik, Sophie, Leah, or Trygve?

I think it's Henrik. I have stalked the handsome guy.

- Here it comes out. - I'm shameless. Henrik, yes.

- 678. - I have stalked him.

- Yes! - Holy shit!

I was incredibly pleased to complete the task.

We got the silver because of my stalking.

We could have picked Sophie Elise. I think she is bigger than Henrik Holm.

All three teams have solved the silver tasks.

The group is six silver bars richer.

But if the Faithfulss are to sleep safely, the observant team must solve their box,

and hope that it provides enough gunpowder to topple the Traitor statue.

"How many chairs were there in the

council room, during the drawing yesterday?"

There were 20. But were all the chairs filled?

- Wasn't there one missing? - No.

- We were 20. - Everyone was seated around.

We were 23. Lost three.

- 20. - 008.

Leah Behn, you get the credit.

Conveyor belt effect.

- Are we going the same way back? - Yes.

Brilliant job! Six silver bars in the prize pot. Congratulations.

Now we'll see if you can sleep safely tonight.

It depends on whether you have enough explosives.

That is, more than 150 kg of gunpowder.

Who wants the honor of detonating?

- I'll take it. - Take one for the team.

I'm sure we have sabotaged.

Our group hasn't fixed it. That means we have destroyed it.

Five, four, three, two, one.

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