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Oh! A new day of lies, betrayals

and deceit begins at the castle! I would almost

be in a good mood if one of my traitors hadn’t

discovered a conscience.

Will Sally overcome her scruples? Will she

show up for breakfast, or will she put her accomplices in danger

by deciding to abandon them?

That would be a shame. Everything had started off so well for my traitors.

- We are the first! I am

happy to be here! - We can choose our seats.

- I stressed all night. - I didn’t stress all night,

but I fell asleep.

Less easily. This morning, I am worried

because Sally is going to be there at this breakfast.

We gave her an ultimatum.

She had the night to think it over.

Is she going to come back with us? That’s the real question.

The door creaks.

- Hello!

- Bonjour.

- Hello!

- My darling!

Happy to see you.

- We haven't heard from Sally.

Yesterday, at the traitors' council,

she left full of remorse. This can't be happening!

You can't do this, Sally! You're here

to banish!

We are Gargamel,

we are the witch, so if Sally comes back, she really needs

to take on the role of traitor; otherwise,

there's no point in coming back.

- Last night, I thought: "The traitors

are very clever. They lead us

on false trails

so that we end up killing each other among the loyal."

- That's the problem.

I warned everyone about that; that's really the problem.

- I'm following my instincts.

- I voted against Emy last night,

and I’ve been thinking a lot about Azzeddine.

At the round table last night, Azzeddine dropped his bombshell

and told us... - I propose

we vote against Emy. If she’s loyal, the next day,

vote against me. I can’t be clearer than that.

- If you’re wrong,

I won’t change my mind.

- I am loyal.

- We made a mistake, okay.

I’ve been thinking a lot

about voting for Azzeddine tonight.

If I stay true

to my promise, I say: "Okay, I’m with you,

if you’re wrong, you’re out,"

but when I think about it, I tell myself:

"He took such a risk that he can’t be a traitor."

- As for me, I am

- pretty much convinced that indeed...

- He’s not a traitor. - Absolutely.

- I’m going to give myself

a headache.

It’s necessary to

try to put ourselves

in the right mindset

of the traitors. - That's true.

- If I were Azzeddine and I were a traitor,

the way to project the votes

towards someone else, is to put your head

on the chopping block. If he’s a traitor, he’s gone all in.

- That's true.

Everything is true.

- I'm a bit lost,

- So I tell myself: "Have a coffee, it will help you."

Azzeddine!

- Danielle,

Arthur and Azzeddine.

- We haven't stopped talking about you.

- We were defending you.

- Yes, but not just that. There are people who think you’re a traitor.

- Some are waiting for me with knives drawn.

I’m the man who led them

to the elimination of a loyal comrade,

so I’m going to try not to make a big deal out of it.

We’ll see about justifications and the attack plan

and counter-offensive a little later.

- Hugo. - AH!

- He’s relieved,

Laurent. - How’s it going?

When I arrive for breakfast,

I have to figure out who’s there and who isn’t.

I’m not supposed to know, so I arrive and look at everyone.

Who’s missing in total? - Three people are missing.

- Stomy, Valérie, and Gwen.

And Sally. - Sally isn’t here, and that worries me.

I wonder what’s going to happen. I hope she’s going to

come back. I really count on her a lot

in this team of traitors. For me, she’s the main traitor,

so I don’t want to lose Sally.

- Oh wow!

- Hey!

- Hi, how’s it going?

- We were worried you had left.

- No way!

This morning,

I’m back in the game,

still a bit out of it from yesterday,

still a bit groggy. The discussion I had yesterday with my fellow traitors

helped me get back into the game,

to remind myself that it’s not just a game,

but a team game. Whether I like it or not,

I’m with the traitors,

so I can try to save the loyal ones

that I care about, but I mustn’t

forget that they might be the first to eliminate me

at the round table if I become suspicious, so right now, the goal

is to save my own skin first before saving

anyone else’s and make sure we can win.

- So it’s Valérie.

- They’ve eliminated Valérie.

- I’m scared of Valérie; I don’t like

the way she looks at me.

- I’m ready to vote against Valérie,

who is a friend. We’re not

super close, but she’s a friend.

If Valérie were here,

she wouldn’t protect us any more

than Hugo, me, or anyone else.

- She would be Machiavellian.

- "Valérie, we banish you. The traitors." Pff!

I’m disgusted right now.

I don’t understand at all. I didn’t feel

like I had enemies or that I was

dangerous. I must have scared someone,

but who exactly? That’s what’s bothering me the most.

The traitors,

I still don’t know who you are,

but I’m really angry with you, and I’m going to have

a hard time forgiving, even if it’s just a game.

- Sorry, Valérie. I take responsibility; it was kind of my idea to vote

because people could say to me: "We don’t eliminate

someone just because they’re my friend." I set the example

for Sally. Valérie, she’s my friend,

and I eliminated her.

- I’ve thought it over.

Tonight,

I’m going to vote against someone, and for the first time...

I’m not going to vote against Danielle!

- Finally...

he gets it...

or he’s messing with me.

- I started

replaying everything in my head, and actually,

at 2 AM, I figured it all out. Tonight, I’m going to tell you

the name of a traitor.

- Oh!

That’s quite a reveal.

- I’m going to name someone

you don’t suspect.

I hope to surprise you.

- Why don’t you just say

everything now?

- So they can organize themselves?

No. Last minute.

I have strong suspicions about one person

who has been one of my theories

from the beginning, meaning this couple of traitors.

Of course, I won’t say their name because I don’t want

the traitors to prepare their defense.

This will be my moment of glory,

and you’ll say: "Damn,

Romain, in the end,

he’s the best

cop in France!"

- He’s not saying it; what’s going on?

All the traitors are like that,

and he’ll be able to observe. That’s clever.

He’s a smart guy.

I’m still a bit worried. I’m thinking: "Oh no!"

At some point, we’ll have to let the traitors win.

- "The loyal ones."

- Good thing you didn’t say that too loudly.

- I can say it again.

Instead of saying the word "loyal," I say "traitor."

I’m getting hot under the collar. I think: "Crap! Imagine,

you’re messing everything up for one word!"

- I want to hit him; I want to hit him; I want to hit him.

- I see that Arthur

hasn’t picked up on it; he’s not telling anyone,

Max is laughing nearby because it’s common

to make slips of the tongue.

- AH!

- What a joy,

to hear this applause first thing in the morning!

I won’t ask you

if you slept well. - That rarely happens.

- Maybe just the temporary owner of the amulet.

That was you, right? - Yes.

- Thank you for returning it to me.

Let’s talk about the next part of the game. I’ll give you

a little advice: eat light this morning

because today, you’re going to taste.

Ha ha ha ha!

- He’s fired up.

- Oh no!

- See you later.

A culinary pun: the moment has come for my players

to sit at the table. With my new challenge,

they’re definitely going to taste,

but they’ll also be able to spot the best fakers.

From there to conclude that they are traitors, it’s just

a step away, or rather, a bite away.

I’m going to enjoy this!

- Oh!

Oh, what a beautiful table! - So...

Wow! A banquet!

- Your Grace.

- Dear faithful...

- Before us, I see

an incredible banquet. It looks like "The Last Supper"

by Leonardo da Vinci.

- Dear friends...

- Bilingual!

He’s speaking in Latin.

- Wow! - No one speaks Latin?

We get the candidates we deserve.

I’ll translate for the less cultured among you: "Dear friends,

today, you’re going to have a tough time."

(-Damn it!) - If I’ve gathered you

in this holy chapel,

it’s to invite you to a banquet served

with a traitor’s twist.

- Oh wow! - Oh no!

- Am I overdoing it a bit?

- Just a tad.

- You will soon be invited

to this magnificent

honor table. The dishes are already

under cloches, but among them, as you’ll understand,

there’s a trap, a dish

that might be too salty, too sweet,

too vinegary, too spicy,

too disgusting!

- We’re going to eat

crap.

I have a pretty sensitive stomach. If I get anything

too spicy, honestly,

guys, I’m going to explode; I’ll make a puddle.

- Only the person who has the chance

to taste this dish

will be able to attempt access to the antechamber.

To do this, they must taste the dish

all the way through...

- Ah, it’s awful! - And

with total impassivity.

The English say "poker face."

- Oh! - At the end of the tasting,

you, the observers, will try to guess

who has the poisoned dish.

If you succeed,

the taster of the poisoned dish will have lost; no access to the antechamber.

On the other hand,

if he tricks you,

he can win the amulet

that will protect him from banishment tonight.

- Very well.

- I’m excited,

because I’m very skilled. You ask me to swallow

cockroaches, a pig’s foot,

you ask me to swallow an ox eye,

a hundred-year-old egg, I eat everything, no problem.

If I have the amulet, I’ll eat anything; I’m not afraid of anything.

I’m Sylvie Tellier, a businesswoman.

You know me as Miss France 2002,

and I’ve been supporting the contestants for over 20 years.

Let me tell you that

discipline, integrity, and honesty are my thing.

I eradicate liars,

I can’t stand evasive glances,

and I’m going to have fun unmasking all these traitors.

- I remind you that the rules of decorum are in effect here,

at the table of the Holy Chapel.

You don’t put your elbows on the table,

and you don’t vomit in your plate!

- We have a little knot in our stomach,

but I tell myself that it’s a game

that allows us to see who is capable

of putting on a face while living the exact opposite,

and therefore, who is lying. So, it’s educational.

- The first

privileged guests to be invited to the head table are

Hugo, Laly,

Azzeddine, and Stomy.

Welcome to the head table.

Please choose a seat.

- Please, uncover it.

- It’s small. - It’s fine.

- It smells good. - In front of you, my friends,

a back-and-forth toast

and its Mexican-style smashed avocado,

in other words, a "guaca" on a cracker.

- In two bites? - Yes, go ahead.

- Enjoy your meal.

- It's not bad, right? - Meh.

- I think the thing is so small that if

it’s too sweet, too salty, or disgusting,

with one big bite, it’ll go down.

- Is it good?

- Well, I can tell you,

one of these toasts is flavored with wasabi,

that green mustard that the Japanese are

so fond of.

- Stomy, Stomy!

- Is it good, Stomy, or not?

- He’s not going to grab the amulet.

- Breathe, breathe!

- Oh, damn!

- What does it taste like? Tell me!

It’s coming out of his nose! - He’s going to throw up.

- Oh dear.

What is it?

- We mustn't forget

that Stomy Bugsy is an excellent actor.

- I can pretend it’s spicy,

like it’s...

- Oh, damn!

- How was it, Stomy?

- It was delicious.

- So, dear friends, in your opinion,

who got the prank dish?

Who votes against Azzeddine? - It’s for tonight,

the vote against Azzeddine.

- Oh really?

- Yes, Azzeddine.

- It was easy, - I feel like there are

votes against Stomy? Who's voting against him?

- Are you serious?

- I was just joking, what nonsense.

- 7 people are voting against Stomy,

that's the majority.

Stomy,

was it you who had the prank dish?

- Yes.

- You got caught off guard. - Yes!

- On top of the guacamole, we added wasabi.

- You’re losing access to the anteroom.

- I'm so unlucky, it's crazy, it can't be true!

- And now,

let's move on to the next dish. We won't risk

asking me for more of that one.

- Please, go ahead.

Uncover it.

- Oh, alright. - You are being served today,

a crushed apple dish, in other words,

an apple compote.

- We were expecting... - A sauerkraut dish

with assorted meats.

- Eric, I've eaten tons of apple compote

for rugby. It doesn't scare me.

- So, I doubt that my players

have ever tasted the compote the sneaky way, meaning it has a flavor

of spoiled fish.

Whoever ends up with it is in for a treat.

You can dig in. Enjoy your meal, of course.

- Happy tasting.

- Come on. - You too.

- Admit it, looking at them, it seems...

perfectly delicious. Yet, one of them...

feels like throwing up their guts.

Right now, but which one?

- Gwendal. - It's Gwendal.

- It's Gwendal.

- Carla's in a tough spot.

- Not too sweet?

No? - No, it's fine, it's perfect.

- Honestly, just relax.

- First of all, it's not a sauerkraut dish. - It's good!

- No, not too much.

- They ate so fast! - Maxime is done for.

- Can we have some more?

- Is everything gone?

So, um,

know this, dear friends,

that within one of these compotes,

there was a slightly spoiled fish mash.

In your opinion,

who is the liar among these four excellent players?

- It's Gwendal!

- Raise your hand.

- 2 votes against Gwendal.

1 vote against Frédérique,

2 votes against Carla...

5 votes against Maxime.

- You ate quickly.

- Maxime, did you have

the poisoned dish?

- No!

- The observers were mistaken. The taster

of the poisoned dish has therefore won access to the anteroom,

but who is it?

Frédérique, it's you.

- That's well done.

- She's impressive, this Frédérique Bel.

She’s pulling a fast one on everyone, including me.

- What did it taste like?

- Disgusting!

I’m not really sure what it was,

it was like fish oil,

but still,

Still, you know, it... it stinks!

- She's really good. Frédérique, she lies well,

so I suspect her a little,

a lot, actually.

She's not going to pull a fast one on me!

- Congratulations, you have access

to the anteroom.

- Thank you.

It was still super disgusting,

I thought to myself: "I'm going to play a role."

"I'm an actress, I'm going to play."

It worked out really well

because I won.

- Next service!

Bell - What terrible taste

is hiding under one of the cloches? I'm not talking about the players.

- It looks beautiful! - A gourmet burger

with its plant-based patty

and its artisanal round bun.

- We eat with our hands?

- Since I like you all a lot,

you can do it. - Oh, thank you!

- I'm not asking.

- You won't do it.

- We don't share the same values.

- Enjoy your meal, of course! Well,

if you're a fan of harissa.

"Ah-rissa," a sauce ranked 8th out of 10.

On the chili heat scale.

In short, it’s spicy! - I dream of it,

this amulet, and especially, it will be my first.

I want this burger

to be spicy; I want it to be too salty,

I want there to be anything inside,

but with that first bite, I think, "oh."

- Sylvie doesn’t look well.

- Sylvie has never eaten this much

since 1998.

- And 35 years of dieting

are all for nothing today.

- Oh! - With a burger!

- It’s Danielle. Look, she’s crying.

- Oh, it’s good!

- She’s eating slowly,

but I can tell she’s not feeling great.

- Honestly, it’s good.

- It’s a bit much.

- Bruno is struggling a bit. - Bruno is having a hard time.

- Can we say it’s disgusting even if it’s not rigged?

- Yes.

- It’s disgusting.

- It’s not Bruno. - It’s not Bruno?

- He thinks it’s disgusting, but it’s not rigged.

I think it’s Laurent.

He’s not looking at me.

- Hmm, it’s good.

- I’ve decided to vote for Laurent

for an important reason,

I keep saying he can’t

be a traitor because I know him

inside and out.

If it’s really Laurent who has the rigged dish, I’ll prove

that I’m right.

He’s not a traitor. - Hugo thinks

it’s Laurent. - Me too.

- Already,

you can applaud them; they’ve all finished.

Congratulations!

So, does Hugo know

Laurent well? In any case,

with 4 votes, the majority thinks that Danielle

ate the rigged dish.

Romain,

why Danielle? Is it always her?

- He loves me, he loves me! - Yes,

I love her!

- Will Romain finally beat Danielle, even if he doesn’t eliminate her?

- So, since I have dentures,

it stung a bit under the dentures,

but it wasn’t

harissa. No, I didn’t have the rigged dish.

Missed it!

And you, on the couch, who are less blinded than Romain,

who would you have bet on?

The person who had the rigged dish...

was Laurent.

- Ah, I knew it!

- Ah, he knows him well!

- I suspected it,

but I wasn’t sure because I really like harissa,

but really, a lot.

I’m being sincere.

As a result, Frédérique and I, two traitors,

have a chance to get an amulet.

In short, as a traitor,

I admit I’m enjoying myself a bit.

- Me too!

Let’s move on

to the next dish. Bell rings

Please,

ring the bell.

- OK.

- This is a nut tart,

a local tart. Enjoy your meal.

- Thank you. - Thank you!

- No problem. One of the tarts

contains my secret ingredient,

the one that enhances all dishes, citric acid,

which, as its name suggests, is acidic,

so much so that some use it to descale toilets.

Sally, any thoughts?

- I like it; well done to the chef.

- It’s heavy, if I may say so.

- Dense? - Yes.

- Romain, do you like it?

- I love it, yes.

It’s good!

- Whoa, whoa, Arthur, are you okay?

- Arthur?

- Look, he’s choking.

It’s Arthur; he’s choking.

Oh no, he can’t take it anymore. Oh, poor guy!

- Oh dear, this is tough! - Oh my God!

My God!

- It’s over!

Well done.

- Thank you.

- We’ll need to vote.

Who thinks Arthur...

was trapped? - Can we vote twice?

I don’t realize.

He still has some in his mouth. - He’s chewing.

- He’s in the process of chewing.

I’m afraid he’s going to choke.

- Arthur is very slow

at eating. - It was too big.

- Arthur, you have

the most votes against you.

Did you have...

the trapped dish?

- No, no, no, it’s not me.

- Ah, well done. - I know him,

I told you! I know Arthur,

and he always eats slowly.

They said, "It's Arthur." They’re idiots!

I told them, though.

- Who had the trapped pie?

- I think it was me.

- Oh yes! - Of course!

- Well done! - Romain,

how was it?

- A horror! From the very first bite,

it was inedible.

It was like

pouring baking soda on your tongue.

The whole salt shaker was

in that little pie. In my mouth, it was hell,

but I absolutely needed the amulet,

because I have the revelation to share at the round table,

and I really hope I can do it without being banished.

- Well done!

- I'm glad it fell on me and that I was able to hold on

to show you that you shouldn't judge

by appearances.

You were deceived

by appearances, not by the facts.

- Especially by you!

You're especially

very strong!

- All these suspicions my game creates,

that's the real delight!

There are three of you entering the antechamber.

Romain, Laurent, Frédérique, you can applaud them.

Congratulations. You can stand up.

We will see each other later at the round table.

At the round table,

there will be no more friendship.

At the round table,

people are going to cry.

The winners, Frédérique, Laurent, and Romain,

are going to the antechamber.

For the first time, there is a two out of three chance

that a traitor will win the amulet.

To the tune of "Alouette" - Aaa-mulet

I will find you!

No amulet for me...

- No, there’s nothing.

(- I didn’t get the amulet.) - (Me neither, I’m so disappointed.)

(- Did you just do it?) - (I just did.)

(- So, it’s...)

(Romain has it.) - (- It’s Romain?)

(- Because there are only three of us.)

- I can’t believe it!

I can’t believe it!

As I’m about to

expose a traitor,

this amulet, for me, is fantastic.

I know I’m saved.

- But who is this traitor that Romain is going to expose tonight?

Who has taken Danielle’s place in his heart?

Romain has a tough love!

The time for the round table is approaching.

Some fear the worst. After pushing everyone

to vote wrongly against Emy yesterday,

Azzeddine doesn’t have much time left to save himself.

- I think Azzeddine is too brilliant...

- Yes, but I told him yesterday:

"I’m with you, really..." - And I...

- "But if you mess up, I’ll have to vote against you."

- I’m sure you’re loyal, 200%.

- You’ll see if I get voted out.

I’m going to try... - I won’t vote against you.

- After the anti-Emy campaign,

this time, it’s a campaign to protect ourselves.

I’m trying to plant little ideas in everyone’s head,

explaining that I’m loyal

and that it’s pointless to vote against me.

Those who vote against me are scoring a goal against their own team

or are traitors.

- Do you have any targets? - Yesterday,

he had three. - Don’t you want to share them with me?

- I’m afraid of you.

- Why are you afraid of me?

- I saw you eat, it was fantastic.

I saw the actress!

- Now I’m thinking: oh no, maybe I should have played badly!

In fact, there’s no solution. If we lie too well,

we come off as a traitor, and if we lie too poorly,

we lose the game, so...

At some point, we have to make choices

so every time I’m allowed to be a good actress,

I actually become an actress.

- Unfortunately for Frédérique,

her talent didn’t just catch Azzeddine’s eye.

- You see, today,

I thought Fred was a very good actress.

- She’s a very good actress.

- No, but I found her to be a really good actress,

on the verge

of tears about quite a few things.

- Danielle is taking too much heat.

It’s harassment.

- Why are you crying?

- Because you’re harassing me! - Not at all,

- I can’t take it anymore, I swear!

- Frédérique, it’s not

harassment! - Yes, it is!

It breaks my heart.

- The fact that she cries so much for Danielle, when...

They weren’t even talking, you know!

I think it’s strange, you see.

- Yes, me too.

I’ve never heard her say a single constructive thing.

She never investigated...

- Fred is clearly

in the crosshairs, so I’m thinking about a strategy.

I need someone

to launch a new movement to save Fred.

The sorting is quick. Laly,

I’ve already sensed that there are a lot of doubts about her.

Loyal people think it could be Laly,

so I’m thinking: the least dangerous strategy

is to subtly

direct suspicions towards her.

Is it okay if I join? - On the contrary.

Do you have an idea?

- Well, what I felt,

I think Laly...

There are little things...

- That’s funny.

- And then Laly, sorry, but...

first night, Jean-Christophe. Second night, Emy. She checks all the boxes.

- Bruno Hourcade, when he left,

he gave some info about Emy.

- I’m loyal.

- Damn!

(-Emy was overacting a reaction.)

(Look, she’s pretending) to be “angry”...

(No, but look. (She’s huffing, she...)

(Look, she’s pretending

(to be angry, she’s...)

(She’s overacting.)

(-Okay.)

- Several people heard her. Carla heard it and repeated it.

But at that moment, Laly didn’t say anything. That was it.

I’m focusing on the story with Bruno H and every little group

I go to, I plant a little seed about Laly.

With a bit of luck,

we’ll forget about Fred. The only thing we’ll remember now

is Laly.

- Laly, I wasn’t at all on that.

- Do you get the thing?

- It’s simple. She has some info...

- Basically, Carla had the same info, and she didn’t...

support it.

- What a master strategist, this Hugo!

But the savior of traitors can’t be everywhere at once,

and another accomplice is in danger.

- Eric Antoine picked the best traitors.

He surveyed us

to pick the best ones.

So, by deduction,

I’m going to tell you, for me...

Sally, you’d be perfect. - Oh really?

- Because, I’m thinking: imagine, what happened yesterday,

your discomfort yesterday...

Why that face, Sally?

- Huh? - Are you okay?

- No, I don’t know. I’m feeling off.

I don’t want to... I’m tired of...

Having cameras, talking and all, it’s exhausting.

- It was a real discomfort.

I’m not saying the discomfort

was fake,

but I’m loyal,

and tired every day.

If I were a traitor,

it would be intense. So maybe

your emotional burden of being

a traitor, you lose track of who you are,

at some point. It can be exhausting.

- Oh, Lord!

Stomy has me in his sights.

Right now, I’m thinking: OK, Sally,

everything is going to be fine, I’ll keep my "poker face,"

but I need to be careful

and not get caught in the crosshairs of the other loyal ones.

- I also suspect...

Laly, I’m thinking about her too.

She’s part of it... But everyone

here is suspect. Including me, for some.

Sally’s name has come up.

What I’m doing: I’m changing

the subject.

Let me tell you.

I’m realizing, as this game goes on,

that you can deduce everything

and its opposite from everything we do.

So, I’m being cautious.

- Ah, my traitors are fighting

like lions and scheming

like snakes!

Will this be enough to divert

suspicion away from them at the round table?

Will a loyal one still fall victim to their treachery?

What revelations are Romain about to make?

We’ll find out right away!

Good evening.

New round table,

but the rules haven’t changed.

You’re going to eliminate one of your peers.

Will the loyal ones

eliminate one of their own again?

Who will dare to speak first under these conditions?

- I got dragged into a cabal yesterday,

by Azzeddine.

And I said last night: "Emy,

if you’re loyal, I’ll keep my word,

and I’ll vote

for Azzeddine tomorrow."

Azzeddine, you’ve put me in a

terrible position. It’s possible you’re loyal,

because honestly,

it would be a bit crazy to put your head on the chopping block like that.

But on the other hand,

I think there’s a chance he’s a traitor,

because it could also be a strategy.

A traitor can be a

"hothead."

- I can... - I’ll continue,

being in the same position

as Sylvie. Because of me,

and those who followed

that vote, Emy is gone.

So there you go, you played, you lost.

- I’m a bit scared.

All eyes are on me.

This is the second time I’m

at the center of attention, and for the first time,

I feel cornered, but I’m telling myself:

I have my arguments.

"Go on, fight,

if you can turn the tide,

honestly, it will be an achievement."

So I have a mea culpa

for what happened yesterday. I had this idea,

because I felt like I was really being played

by a traitor; that was my conviction.

I proposed this with, also, a second goal:

Nobody moved, or almost nobody.

I’m aware of the blackmail, in a way, that I committed,

but don’t get the fight wrong: tonight,

if I go... (-Wow!)

- it will be two loyal ones! In the night,

there will be a second one.

- I’d like to add

a small point. He didn’t pull

Emy’s story out of a hat. The story has a background, at the moment

when Bruno Hourcade said: "It’s Emy."

- Indeed, just before

his elimination, the loyal one, Bruno Hourcade,

confided in Carla and Laly that he had suspicions

about Emy. So, at the next round table,

Carla accused Emy of being a traitor.

But Laly didn’t support her.

- Can I jump in, Laly?

Yesterday, you left me

alone on the front lines. I was there.

You didn’t affirm at all...

my words.

You left me alone, in the thick of it,

saying the things about Emy that Bruno

had said, so sorry, but tonight,

my suspicions are on you. If you’re loyal,

you’re supposed to support me.

- That’s true. If you want. I’ll admit it,

I didn’t jump in, yes.

If you want to use that

to say that I’m a traitor or loyal,

no worries,

but I’m not going to vote for you

today because I believe, deep down, that you are loyal.

- Carla is going after Laly. The tide is starting

to turn for Laly.

And this is the perfect moment

to carry out my little scheme against Laly.

You had the chance, during

the round table, to speak up.

It was still an important moment.

Carla was alone.

It’s a significant lack of courage,

and it bothers me because you are very gentle, to have

suspicions about you,

but if I start thinking like that...

In fact, that means that traitors

would necessarily have... devilish faces.

- Exactly. - And the loyal ones,

angelic faces,

so there you go. - Honestly,

If you’re not a traitor, you’re

a very good actress.

- I’m a bit surprised because

I find these reasons very flimsy, based on nothing.

So, Hugo is now on my checklist, and I realize

that I’m in big trouble

and that I need to

save my own skin. It’s getting serious.

- I’ve listened to what was said

about Laly. I don’t want to believe it.

Because I got along so well with Laly and...

I admit, I have my doubts.

- Oh, wow!

- No, but...

- It’s horrible what’s happening. I can’t

have been mistaken to this extent. Because,

to me, he is loyal.

But if he’s accusing me,

maybe he’s the traitor after all.

- Well. Dear Romain, you wanted to

present a theory since this morning.

What is it? - Yes. So,

I’m going to give a different name than Danielle.

I had presented a theory from the start: that there is

a pair of traitors.

From the beginning, I’ve had a theory

about couples.

The first possibility,

is that there is a traitor in the couple.

The other possibility,

is that there is no traitor in the couple.

And no one thinks about the third possibility!

There is a couple.

With two traitors.

Both are traitors.

So obviously, there aren't many

of couples around this table; there are only two.

We have Hugo and Laurent...

- I knew this would happen!

- And Danielle and Arthur.

- It's okay... It's going to happen.

If they don't vote against Danielle,

Laurent and I will be the next ones

in their sights.

- So far,

let's say the "criminal record"

of Laurent Ruquier

and that of Hugo...

is clean.

- I'm a virgin!

- You’re all virgins, to me.

- Thank you, inspector.

- But there’s another couple left.

So...

Danielle, yesterday was a party.

- Oh yeah!

You were lucky, huh!

- The pressure cooker!

- The pressure cooker that was about to blow!

If I get eliminated, I swear... He knows me!

I could slap you!

- Of course, right away,

Arthur came

to Danielle's rescue.

- She overreacts to everything.

That reminds me that...

I don’t want to take away your doubts. You have them

and you will always have them.

But your vote won’t matter.

- At that moment, I thought:

for the first time, we’ll have a couple of traitors!

We’ll have Danielle and Arthur...

- Ho ho! - Trying

to downplay things a bit,

well, the pressure cooker:

Danielle.

- Phew! Relief.

My friend, you had a 50/50 chance

and you picked the wrong side. That’s how it is.

Too bad for you. - Romain, it’s funny,

I’m convinced that you’re loyal. Convinced.

I preferred to calm things down.

It would have been weird not to.

What’s crazy is that...

I didn’t think it would turn

against me and that you would accuse me.

- Tch-tch-tch-tch-tch!

Stop the trickery.

That’s all I’m saying.

I think they’re all tricksters.

And it exhausts me. I’m as tired as a dog!

- I swear,

I’m exhausted!

- Does anyone have anything to add?

- I think we need to show some courage.

I’m telling you... (-There you go!)

- I’d like to work

as a team. Laurent, it’s perfect timing,

I want to shake you up a bit. - That’s crazy!

- I want you to get involved...

I have no certainty...

- That’s crazy! Is anyone listening to what I’m saying?

Last night, I got involved, damn it!

You can’t accuse me of that! - That’s true.

- I voted against Romain and I didn’t

encourage anyone to do it.

But I don’t want to put

nonsense in people’s heads. I have three zones.

A white zone,

a gray zone,

and a red zone.

In the white zone, for now,

there’s Danielle and Carla. I can’t do better.

In the gray zone,

there are people,

I don’t know. And in the red zone,

you know, there’s Romain, I voted

against him last night.

There you go, does that work for you?

- Laurent has a reaction: he gets angry. I think he’s doing great

because it’s a loyal reaction.

His reaction was, for me, brilliant.

- Good.

Now let’s move on to the vote.

So you need to write a name on your slate

Danielle, who are you voting for?

- Bruno. - Bruno.

Romain, who are you voting against? - I’m voting

against...

King Arthur.

- Yeah. - Laly,

who are you going to vote for?

- I was going to vote against Romain,

but Azzeddine’s attitude

made me change my mind in a second.

I have no trust in you. - Good.

Stomy, who are you voting for?

- Azzeddine.

You took Emy’s head off

and Emy, I felt

was loyal.

- Bruno?

- Azzeddine.

- Sally?

- I’m sticking to the fact

that you launched a campaign against Emy.

You said that if she was loyal,

it was you who should be named.

So I voted against you. - That makes 4 votes

against Azzeddine.

- I have a knot in my stomach. It’s the first time

I’m this worried about my fate.

Really, I think it’s intense.

- Carla, who are you voting for?

- Without any surprise, I’m sticking to my convictions.

Maybe I’m wrong. Sorry, Laly.

- A first vote against Laly.

Hugo, who are you voting for?

- I deeply hope I’m wrong,

but I voted

against Laly.

- Azzeddine?

- If I vote against you, Laly,

it's to protect myself.

Laughing - This is wonderful.

- So that makes it a third vote.

Against Laly.

Arthur, who are you voting for?

- Those who are voting for Azzeddine

are mistaken. I voted

against Laly.

- Oh. - Gwendal,

- Who are you voting for?

- I went with my intuition tonight

around this round table, and it's Laly.

- Frédérique? - I'm sorry, Laly.

- Maxime?

- Azzeddine.

- 5 votes against Azzeddine,

6 votes against Laly. Sylvie,

who are you voting for?

- I am a woman of my word.

Azzeddine.

- Everything hinges on this now.

Laurent, your vote

determines the fate of Laly and Azzeddine.

Who are you voting for?

- Azzeddine.

- What a mistake. - Wow.

- What a mistake.

- What a mistake.

- Azzeddine,

I’m going to ask you, please,

to take a seat here.

- It’s sad. I wanted to see it through,

so it’s a disappointment.

But hey, I fought hard, I tried some things.

It almost worked, just one vote away.

- Dear Azzeddine,

you didn’t manage to convince your peers

of your loyalty.

Are you a traitor?

Are you loyal? - I am...

loyal.

- Oh crap. - But of course.

- There you go.

- Really, you are a...

I knew it. - Why?

- It was obvious.

- Obvious in what way?

- We are both loyal.

We’re missing the mark.

- Azzeddine claims he is loyal. Now,

all eyes turn against me because in people's minds,

if Azzeddine is loyal, it means I’m a traitor.

No one thinks

that there can be two loyal ones in this story.

- Dear loyal ones, you have once again

lost a loyal one in the depths of darkness.

Of strategic thinking

from the traitors. Kudos to them.

Listen, I want

to give you a little gift.

I want you to ease up a bit

on the pressure. Tonight,

I’m offering you a cocktail...

- Oh! - At the castle.

- AH! - Cool!

- I’m inviting you all.

To return to the grand salon.

I wish you all a good evening. Relax.

But don’t forget one thing, the game doesn’t stop.

Good evening to everyone and see you tomorrow.

After moments of tension like the ones we just experienced,

it’s important to rest, to relieve the pressure,

to clear your mind. It’s nice, right?

But not here, not in "The Traitors."

Here, the pressure never eases.

During this wonderful cocktail party, the traitors have a mission.

- What else awaits us?

An invitation.

"My dear traitors, tonight, your council will not take place."

"Instead, I propose a secret mission.

You will eliminate a loyal player from the game in plain sight."

I don't see how we're going to do this.

- Living the high life!

"Before the end of the cocktail party, you traitors,

must unanimously choose which loyal player should leave the game."

"To do this, you will

"find a poisoned red glass in the billiard room.

You will have to give it

to the player of your choice."

"As soon as that loyal player drinks from this glass,

"hey will be eliminated from the game."

- Wow. "I haven't...

"I have just one recommendation: don't miss your target.

And above all, be discreet."

- "Good luck."

- "What is this thing? Is this a joke?"

- "Tense."

- "There’s no advice." Oh yes, there is,

in the middle of everyone.

Aye, aye, aye, aye.

- No, tonight, no cape, no sealed letter.

I can't wait to see how they're going to decide...

and especially, in front of everyone, who to banish.

It won't be easy to get the right glass

and to discreetly make a player drink from it,

in this game where the slightest move is suspicious.

It’s really creepy!"

- When we enter the living room,

I want to find that red glass.

I'm going alone to the billiard room.

It's convenient; they're all in the other rooms.

- Cheers!

- No worries.

- "Uh, actually, if I may,"

Laurent has a vision problem, in this case.

Maybe he should change his glasses?

He's going to have to hurry because... oh right, I forgot to tell you,

in my wickedness, I chose a poison

that fades away after midnight.

So if no one has drunk from the glass by then,

no loyal person will be banished tonight.

Knowing that it is already...

11:37 PM, this evening is shaping up to be really relaxing for my traitors.

- Oh, but there's Laurent.

For a moment, I thought you were part of the decor.

- I'm just taking a moment of peace.

Right now, that little Carla is really bothering me.

- It's not the best buffet. - No, it's not the same one...

I need to keep looking for that glass.

She's preventing me from doing it. I feel like I'm stuck.

We're going to have to convince her to leave this room.

We'll come back later.

- So, as you know, we have a mission.

I have a theory.

It's just that...

We should change rooms.

We're going to struggle to talk

because there's always someone hanging around.

We need to be careful.

Right now, this is the most significant risk since

the beginning of the game. We need to check with...

I need to talk to Laurent. In fact, I never really talk to him.

I need to get his perspective.

- Yes, to have his... - As for me, I... I...

- See you in a bit.

We need to come up

with a name. We're not going to take

the risk of a lengthy discussion.

- I could really use a drink. - Grab something.

(Sylvie.)

- Huh?

(- Oh, that's not possible.)

I'm thinking that Sylvie is a good target

because she's an excellent investigator,

and she can be dangerous,

very dangerous.

Wait, let me fix your hair because right now, it's... Hold on.

(Sylvie.) - I admit that I don't understand

what he's telling me.

The strategy of my teammates

will suit me. My idea,

is to go get the glass.

Except that I can't find a glass. Sorry.

Well, you know, if... It's a red thing...

Ah... Ah.

And...

I'm looking at Laurent. I see that his way

of looking at me... He seems to be saying, 'Go ahead.'

Alright. So I take the glass

and I tell myself:

'Well, let's leave it to chance.

Who wants to die,

tonight?'

Honestly, Fred,

she cracks me up. I mean, really...

It's when I see Fred's expression with her two glasses.

She's not stressed at all. She's having a blast.

And at the same time, she's

thrilled about the mission while I'm paranoid.

Can you get me a glass of water? - Oh yeah?

Does anyone want a drink? - Uh, no thanks.

Do you want to see something?

There's mojito; do you want one? - No, thanks.

I feel nauseous.

Frédérique, you and I have never talked.

Who could we offer a mojito to?

I wanted to talk to you about something the others said.

I'd like to discuss it with you.

Yeah? - Yeah.

- Tell me. - We really need to talk.

Why Danielle? We need someone else.

Why?

Once we know that Danielle is loyal, Romain's theory

about the couple of traitors falls apart.

Do you have another idea? - Why not Laly?

That way, it cancels out all the doubts

of those who voted for Azzeddine and Laly.

Without them, it means

there won't be any doubts about anyone.

That's a really good idea. Let's go with Laly.

Anyway, who said being a traitor was

a walk in the park? Let's do this.

Mission poisoning. Action.

Who wants a mojito? - No, thanks.

Are you sure? - Oh yes, absolutely.

Please. Thank you. The color

of your tracksuit. - Exactly, just like my tracksuit.

"This can't be happening. He's asking me for the drink;

I knew Romain had the amulet.

So I knew that if he drank, he wouldn't die.

I think to myself: 'Crap, we only have one glass.'

(I gave the mojito to Romain.)

Oh, for crying out loud!

(Now, it's too obvious.) (- It's burnt.)

I need to get

the glass back.

Ah, there's only one bullet left. - Yeah.

- Oh dear!

Wow. - You lost.

I lost everything. Just like in this game, I'm going to lose.

Shall we see what’s happening over there?

Come on. - Yes.

Watch out, my traitors might lose everything

if they don't hurry.

Time is running out.

We're not going to make it. The longer it takes,

the more suspicious it looks.

I think to myself: 'Let's choose Danielle.'

That way, it's done.

If, for example, tomorrow I leave,

I'm going to tell them all: 'I'm loyal.'

Hey, it's the thing... - What is it?

The thing

that Fred told you to...

You'll see, you're really going to be disappointed.

If I go out and say I'm loyal, what will you say?

- Danielle

has the glass in her hand. She wants to drink it.

She agreed to drink it.

She brings it closer to her mouth.

I'm in a panic. I think: 'We did it.'

No, no, no, no.

And then, Danielle puts the glass down.

Well, damn.

Honestly, this could

be scripted, it's so crazy.

The bell tolls - "There it is, it's midnight."

At the twelfth chime,

the poison will no longer be effective.

This can't be happening; we need to go.

So I decide to take matters into my own hands;

I'm going to handle it solo. I'm going to find a victim

and it'll be sorted quickly; let's go.

So, will the traitors

manage to poison a loyal one?

And who will be their victim?

Will it be...

It will be...

It will be... - Is there alcohol in it or not?

Taste it, you'll see, it seems like there's none...

It'll be next week!

Oh, don't miss it next week.

I'm taking everyone for a big walk in the woods.

We're going to get buried. - It's going to be great, we're going to have a blast.

Boo! - Oh! Damn.

I'm cardiac.

A loyal one will disappear in excruciating pain.

They're singing. - Oh, there's a hole.

That brings bad luck. I'm too young to die.

And for my traitors,

It won't be a walk in the park either.

It's going to be intense. - It's closing in

on the traitors. - Of course.

Pushed to the limit,

they'll be ready to do anything to get out of it.

It's strange,

I've never been targeted.

That scares me.

Even to commit the unthinkable. - I want to attack.

To betray each other.

Vote against him,

look at his face. - Wow.

Let's make a pact.

No, but... I know about the pacts around here.

It's like that in politics.

So will betrayal allow the traitors to save their skin?

Attack me. - Do you have a problem?

You would be the greatest

traitor in the whole world.

Ouch, ouch, ouch!

Or will they finally be unmasked?

Maybe we're witnessing

a turning point.

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