The Traitors

**

Well, hello, my darlings.

Here we are at the heart of where it all began.

My gruesome gothic castle.

Echoing with whispers of betrayal,

manipulation, and murder.

If you get murdered, it might be by my look,

but it won't be because I'm a traitor.

- Ohh! -

Push comes to shove, we'll definitely murder each other.

- Johnny Bananas. - Ooh!

He gives "repo man" vibes.

- First murder. How do you feel? - Exhilarated.

"We have chosen you to join us as a traitor."

- - Ohh! What?! No!

Sandra and I are meeting again

for the first time in a long time.

Maybe we'll see who's the queen of the traitors.

From the hushed secrets in these stone corridors...

to the alliances built and ripped apart...

This man has a poker face that could fool a clown.

I am a faithful.

You kind of went around your elbow to get to your ass.

I think the cheers was weird.

I think how selfish you are is weird!

- Knock, knock. - Give us one minute.

Our famous game players have been on quite the journey.

- Aah! - Aah!

There's a new guest in my castle.

Oh, my God. Tell me everything. Who do we hate?

- I hate bitchy girls. - Ekin-Su sucks.

- I know you're a selfish person. - I find you highly annoying.

I actually care about a lot of these people,

but they must die.

- Poisoned chalice. - Black-widow time.

This is right up my alley.

Death waits for no player.

Oh, my Lord. Sweet baby Jesus. Not Ekin-Su.

You're acting like a traitor.

- You're a traitor. - You're a traitor.

Who has the capacity to perform this part?

Housewives. Don't do that, Parvati.

We can be in this game together,

but you're gonna play fair, both of you.

- I'm saying Janelle. - I'm a faithful, you idiots!

You have to take out Bergie. - That's my Bergilicious.

Aah! Bergie!

- I have the shield. - Checkmate.

It's always, like, a little bit extra.

Bergilicious was problematic for you.

I'm very extra, baby. I do too much 'cause you do too little.

This guy is the silent slaughterer.

- I am a traitor. - Yeah!

It doesn't feel good to be falsely accused.

- Please don't buy that. - Can I finish, Peter?

You in the ICU, baby. You about to flatline.

Let's just light this place on fire.

"We wish to recruit you as a traitor."

Peter refused your attempt at seduction.

- - I am not a faithful.

I'm a traitor. - Yes!

Hello, Kate. I think you'll make a crazy-cool killer.

I accept.

You're on the block. You're leaning towards me.

Yeah.

Peter puts the "dic" in dictator.

- - This is not "The Bachelor."

And I don't have to kiss your ass for a rose.

You're the only person that I'm 100% sure of that's left.

They shouldn't trust me.

I would throw any of them in the moat in a second.

Honestly, are you a traitor?

I am the most fabulous...

traitor!

You're my last traitor standing, Kate.

I bet I could convince them.

Guys, the final traitor is Alan.

**

But what's a story without its final chapter?

Tonight we are going deeper than Loch Ness

for a very special reunion

where truths are as sharp as castle spires

and revelations more dramatic even than my wardrobe.

But alas, while this castle

has been the stage for our game of treachery,

it's time for me to close up for the season

and hand over to the indomitable,

the unparalleled... Mr. Andy Cohen.

Andy, are you ready to unleash the drama?

**

Hey, everybody.

Welcome to "The Traitors" season-two reunion.

I'm your host, Andy Cohen.

Tonight, the treacherous game

reached its jaw-dropping conclusion,

but the faithfuls and traitors sitting here

haven't seen the ending and don't know who won.

We're going to watch it in a few minutes,

but first let's welcome the cast.

Hey, Johnny Bananas. - How are we doing, Andy?

Peppermint. Wow. You look beautiful.

What were you going for tonight?

- Fashion. - Yes.

You succeeded. - Thank you.

Marcus Jordan and Larsa Pippen. Great to see you.

- Nice seeing you, too. - Great to see you, too.

- Hey, Janelle. - Hey!

Just a reminder-- there are no shields to run after.

Are you sure?

Hi, Pilot Pete.

Hey, Andy. What's going on, man?

"Sweet baby Jesus. Not Ekin-Su." Hi, Ekin-Su.

- Hi, Andy. How are you? - I'm great.

Bergie. May I call you "Bergilicious"?

You can call me Bergilicious any time.

Thank you. John, it's great to see you.

Hey, Deontay. - Hey. What's going on?

- Great to see you. Hey, Kevin. - Andy.

- Hey, SHE by Shereé. - Hey, Andy.

- Great to see you. - Always.

- Hi, Sandra. - Hello. How are you, Andy?

- I love your glow-up. - Thank you.

Yes! Hi, Tamra. Great to see you.

Hi, Phaedra. - Hello, darling.

Boy, you've come full circle

from being a funeral director to a cold-blooded killer.

I was embalming by day... and night.

- Yes, you were. Hi, Parvati. - Hi, Andy.

No headband tonight.

You know, I thought people

would be looking for the headband,

so I want to keep people on their toes, Andy.

- Okay. Hey, Dan. - Hey, Andy.

- How are you feeling? - I'm ready to go.

You are?

I don't buy that for a second.

And as a matter of fact,

I know that you're actually a little nervous tonight.

Yeah, I'm just excited to talk about the game

and get into that a little bit.

- Clear the air. - Alright.

Unfortunately, Max couldn't join us tonight.

Obviously, we're missing the final four,

and that's because our cast hasn't seen the finale yet.

Okay, folks, are you ready to find out who won?

- Yes! - Yes!

Okay. So we're all going to watch this together.

Let's go. Let's roll it.

Welcome to the Fire of Truth.

By sunrise, this will all be over,

so make this evening count.

Who do you believe should be banished?

Trishelle, I voted for you.

Kate, I voted for you.

My vote's for Kate.

Kate, are you a faithful or a traitor?

I am a traitor.

- - Yes!

Oh, my God. We got the traitor out.

We're three faithfuls.

Let's end the game and start celebrating.

Oh, my God. Thank God.

So, is there anyone standing here

who causes the slightest flicker of doubt?

M.J., let the Fire of Truth

reveal your decision.

Trishelle.

- - C.T.

Hm.

- Oh, my God. - Wow.

- Oh, no. - What the ?

There's only one person here that I'm willing to trust

to share that pot of gold with.

Players, you must now vote for the final time.

**

I don't know what to do.

I chose M.J.

I just wouldn't trust anybody in this castle unless it's her.

I voted for you, Trishelle. It was a Sophie's Choice.

That's it. - This is a hard one. C.T.

- Oh! - Oh, my God.

What?!

- Go! -

Players, you will now vote one more time

to break this deadlock.

**

- This sucks. - I voted for M.J. again.

- Damn! - She's not sharing that money.

M.J., who do you believe should be banished and why?

Nobody. Because we're faithfuls.

But... Trishelle.

Trishelle?

M.J.

- - Ohh!

Ooh!

I don't want you to be banished,

but it was so hard for me to write his name down

the first time. I couldn't do it twice.

**

M.J., reveal to us.