- Be not afraid of the dark.
Be afraid of what lies within it.
The Highland stars have aligned once more
to bring 23 players to my castle.
- No one's ready for this.
You don't see this in Beverly Hills.
- People think I'm this sweet, little old lady.
They're not gonna know what's coming.
- Something dangerous is about to go down.
- I want to flip this cat-and-mouse game
on its head.
- People are going to die.
- They will soon be handed their destiny—
Faithful or Traitor.
Some will trust.
Some betray.
And, most importantly, my friends, some...
will murder.
I guarantee you they will stop at nothing to win.
But will they find glory?
Or will their hopes go up in flames?
- Oh, my gosh. Oh, my gosh.
- The blood is flowing, and so soon will the chaos.
It's time to dine with death.
So, though I may be dealing the cards, it's up to them
how they play the game.
- This game is not built for trust.
- You better believe
I am coming for your ass.
- Come on!
- When you corner a wild animal,
you don't know what they're gonna do.
- Oh, my God. - I am deadly.
I am murderous.
- People think I'm trustworthy.
And that's the most dangerous part.
- Let the cards fall as they will
to see whose fate is greater.
Can the Faithful's light outshine
the dark lies of the Traitors?
- Coming at nighttime. - Right?
- This is a little spooky. - We're in a horror movie.
- We are.
- It is scary. - People are gonna die.
- I like it.
- Do you remember where we met? - Yeah, well, no.
- BravoCon.
I'm a humongous "Housewife" fan.
- Are you?
All of the franchises? - All of them.
I feel like there's an inner Housewife in me.
There's, like, a Housewife just trying to get out.
- Donna, do your sons know you're here?
- They're so excited. They're huge fans.
Jason is the one that got me involved.
We just, literally, one weekend during playoffs, we binged it.
You know, it was great. - Oh, wow.
- I'm so excited to be here.
I never thought in a million years I would get this chance.
When you get to a certain part in your life
and your kids are starting their own families,
it's so important to reinvent yourself,
do the things you've always dreamt of,
and that's how I ended up in Scotland.
- So I was a Olympic figure skater.
- Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait. Lipinski?
- Yes. - No way.
I watched all of it, and I cried when it ended.
- So you're never voting for her.
- I won't be voting her out anytime soon.
- Have you guys think about
if you want to be Traitors or Faithfuls?
- Faithful. - Faithful?
- Well, I can't lie.
- I feel like I'm too real.
- I wanna be a Faithful 'cause I mean, like,
it's the easiest path to win, so—
- Wait, are you just saying— he's won "Survivor."
So I feel like— - Right.
- No, because you need to win.
Everything I want to be is Traitor.
Walking in as a winner of "Survivor,"
you're gonna have a big target.
And if you're not a Traitor, you don't have the power.
- Oh, my Lord, I can't believe I'm back.
- Dorinda, you rose from the dead.
- I rose from the bogs of Scotland.
- I'm coming back a little more observant,
maybe with a tinge of vengeance.
- Oh, God.
- What the heck?
- Why do we have to be the first car?
- Oh, my gosh. - Whoa.
Y'all see that?
- What a welcome, guys.
- Oh, my God. - Look at this.
- That's a lot of fire.
- That would be the fiery pits of hell.
- And we're going right into it.
- Oh, there's no lights on in the castle.
- Oh, my God, we're here. I'm gonna cry. I'm gonna cry.
- Where are the lights?
- Good luck, guys. - Good luck.
- Let's breathe real quick. - Yes.
- So creepy. - I know.
- Isn't it?
- Eerie as...
Oh!
- Oh, my God!
- Whoo!
- Oh!
- This is awesome.
- Oh, my God, y'all, it's real.
- Okay, baby. Ooh!
- Good thing I'm not sitting outside.
This wig would definitely catch on fire.
- Oh, my goodness.
Yes, yes, yes. - Oh, my goodness.
- [screams, laughing]
- Oh, my God!
- You're not gonna believe it. I'm wearing your lip liner.
- Shut up! I love it!
I am gonna bring
every single piece of artillery that I have,
from "Housewives," from acting, a businesswoman.
I would like to be the most iconic Traitor ever.
- You're Travis's mom. - I'm his mom, yeah.
- Oh, my goodness. You raised some great boys.
- Oh, that's so nice of you.
- Hi, Tiffany. - Hi.
- How are you?
- Nice to see you. - Great to see you.
Tiffany Mitchell is a "Big Brother" legend.
- I love your coat. - You're amazing.
I love your coat.
- She's a game player like me.
I would love to work with Tiffany in this game.
- I did "Dancing with the Stars"
season two.
- So good to see you. - So good to see you.
I didn't recognize you with this fucking hair.
- I know. It's all grown out.
- At first, I was like, is that Kenny G?
- I'm a figure skater. - Oh, awesome.
- Yeah. - You know her?
- Yeah, I know her.
But, yeah, I don't know who anyone is ever.
Tara Lipinski and I are obviously both figure skaters.
We know each other so well.
We are besties.
But we're trying to play it cool for this game.
Together, we have the strategy
of not being all over each other
so people don't immediately zero in on us
and say, oh, that's an alliance.
We got to break them up— murder, banish.
- Are you kidding me? - You're back.
- I know. - You should be fucking back.
- Oh, my God!
Oh, my God, I was not expecting you.
- No? - Jesus.
It's nice to see a familiar face.
- Yeah. You too. - You better stick by me.
- Maybe.
It's weird being here, you know?
I'm just used to "Love Island."
It's weird to be wearing clothes.
I haven't made out with anybody yet.
It's pretty crazy.
- Everybody come.
- Oh, he's coming. - There he is.
- Wow.
- Players, behold.
Your fate awaits.
- Oh, boy.
- Come hither, players. Come hither.
- Does "hither" mean "here"? - Yes, yes.
- If you need an arm coming down the stairs...
- Oh, thank you so much.
Before the players
have even set foot inside my castle,
I am going to pick my first Traitor.
But that's not all.
That Traitor is a secret.
And nobody will know their identity, not even you.
- It's wild, right?
Like, it's, like, not real. - I know.
- Look at you—
beaming, not a care in the world.
That's how it always starts, and then the bloodshed begins.
You currently stand here as equals.
But before this Highland night gives way to dewy day,
I will select my Traitors.
And a new dawn of terror will begin,
as they manipulate, mislead, and, of course...
murder.
It's up to the rest of you, the Faithful,
to banish the Traitors
before you become their next victim.
Survive to the end,
and you could win up to a quarter of a million dollars.
That's right.
But, remember, if any Traitors are left
when we conclude our little game, they will take it all.
So, are you ready to play?
Yes.
- That's the right answer...
Because this time...
the game will begin faster than ever before.
- Oh. - Oh, no.
- Oh, no, what are we doing?
- Guards.
- Oh, my God, what's going on?
Are they gonna get people out now?
- Oh, God. - What is this?
- I don't know, but some shit's gonna happen.
- This game is full of surprises.
I am about to pick my very first Traitor
right here, right now.
- What? - Wow.
- Oh, my God.
- Players, 23 chests stand before you—
one each.
Inside your chests, 22 of you will see nothing
and remain Faithful for now.
But one player will see this...
a Traitor card.
And a life of scheming and sabotage begins
as they become my first Traitor.
Never before in my game
has a Traitor been chosen in plain sight.
So use this opportunity.
Study and observe
your fellow players' every move from this moment on.
Let us begin.
Candiace. - I'm first?
Damn. - Come to me.
- Okay.
Hello.
- How are you feeling right now?
- I'm shaking...
shaking like a Faithful.
As a Housewife, there is this idea
that we are ditzy, sort of airhead vibe.
- Feel good? - Yes, I feel great.
When in reality, I have two degrees.
I've worked in the White House.
I would make an excellent choice for a Traitor.
- Donna. - Oh.
- No one's gonna murder her.
The Swifties will kill you for murdering her.
- Yes. - That's true.
- Wow, that was cold.
- You ready to play my game? - Oh, yeah.
- Yeah, just, like...
- Yeah.
- Oops.
- Yam Yam.
Whoo!
- It looks beautiful from here. - That's what they all say.
Okay. - How do you feel?
- I'm so ready to play.
- Please rejoin your fellow players.
- Thank you so much.
You guys are all so scary.
- I'm looking for reactions, but it's real hard from here.
I'm looking around, trying to judge everyone
as they're going up looking at their box.
But it's hard to read.
- How you feeling, Maura? - Good.
- Just good? - I could be better.
- Are you ready to play? - Of course.
I'm right at home.
- I have never met these people before.
I don't know if they're betraying their emotions
when they show something.
- Ron!
- Nice to meet you.
Pleasure.
- How are you feeling, Ron? - Nervous and excited
in a way that makes me feel like I have to poop a little.
- Hopefully just a little. - Just a little.
I thought I was going to have one night,
one night knowing that we were all Faithful.
And Alan took that away from us.
- How do you feel?
- I feel fantastic.
- Calm.
- Cold, and a little tight.
- Good combo.
- Ready to play this game?
- Ready to play, ready to stay.
- 100%. It's about time.
- Come, Porsha. - My time to shine.
- The great Porsha Williams. She's serious.
- Are you ready to play my game, Porsha?
- Like I've never played before.
- She'd be a good Traitor.
She's a professional high-level shit talker.
- Michael, come.
- Alan.
- How you feeling, Michael? - Feel good.
I'm excited to be here.
- Ian.
- How you feeling right now? - Relieved.
- Colton, come.
- I would love to be a Traitor.
I played football for 17 years of my life,
and people would meet me and be like, you are a lineback—
you, like, hit people and tackle people,
and you're violent and mean?
- How you feeling right now? - I feel good.
And I feel like here I can just flip that switch
and be cold-blooded.
- What are you laughing about? - What?
- What's funny? - He's very happy.
You're the happiest one. - You'll get to know me.
I'm a happy dude.
- And, finally...
Rob C.
- Okay, now, we need to be friends with him.
So, apparently, he was the mastermind of "Survivor."
So he's the one that's going to figure
this shit out for all of us.
- Are you ready to play? - So fucking hard.
- Please rejoin the players.
Players, I hope you paid attention,
because the die is cast.
My first Traitor has been chosen.
The deception has begun.
And now I ask you this question sooner than ever before.
Who here can you trust?
Later tonight, we shall convene at the roundtable,
where I will pick the remaining Traitors.
But for now...
it's time to enter my castle.
The game has begun.
On, ye brave, who rush to glory...
or the grave.
- Well, there's a Traitor amongst us.
- There is a Traitor amongst us.
- Oh, my God.
- Oh, wow, this is beautiful.
- It really is.
- It's so big.
- So they redid this. This is new.
- Oh, this is the kitchen. - Oh, here we go.
- Yes.
- My fat ass found the kitchen first.
- We're here.
We are in it. - Wow.
- I want to see the pictures. - Get in there.
- This is so cool.
- Somebody up on that wall is already...
- Is a Traitor. - A Traitor.
- That's scary.
- Eric, right? - Yes.
- Eric's more English than me. - I'm very British.
- You're British? - I am.
- I'm so bad at this.
It's, like, really hard for me to keep this up.
- Oh, wait, you're— oh, my God, you're—
- Are you doing an impression of me?
- No, no, I would never.
I, like, have completely forgotten that this is a game
and that we've already started.
- We're not friends yet.
- No, we're besties. What do you mean?
One of these people is already a Traitor.
And they're laughing and smiling with us,
pretending like we're all friends.
We are not friends.
You're a murderer.
Please don't kill me.
- This is wild. - Isn't it?
- This is insane.
- And that ceremony thing was just the scariest thing.
- I know.
- I was, like, nervous.
- The craziest thing is, like, I just feel
like we're all Faithfuls,
but, like, one person is not.
- One who's off, right?
- Wait. Did you clock anybody?
- Ah, not yet, not yet.
I think that I'm a quirky dude,
but I've got a lot of good heart in me.
And I'm here to have fun.
However, there is nothing more fun than winning.
- Yam Yam. - Oh, my God, I love you.
- Okay, so I am a big "Survivor" fan, as you know.
- I heard. - And loved you on your season.
I'm so happy you're here.
- I love you on your season, too, on both of them.
- Thank you. I did three.
I feel at home.
I feel like I should have bought a U-Haul
and moved into this castle
because I literally feel like I was meant to be here.
So, in the first minutes in this game
I'm already thinking about alliances,
who to hitch my wagon to, who to stay away from,
and who is gonna be an easy get
into falling in love with Monét X Change.
Isn't it trippy to you, though, that somebody
already is a Traitor?
- It's kind of amazing.
It's scary. - It's scary, right?
- And is it you? - No.
- You cannot tell me.
I promise to God, it's not me.
But I'm, like—I'm definitely talking to somebody that it is.
So my brain is like,
somebody is, like, literally up in my face,
acting like they're not, and they are.
There's more dangerous people than the gamers.
- You think? - I think.
I'm not.
- Girl.
- Yeah, interesting.
- I love you.
- Kristen, were you able to get a read
on when they were giving the things?
- We were all staring. I was staring.
And I was watching how people reacted to Alan
and how they walked back. - Really?
- The only problem is that you don't know
what you're looking for.
- I don't think I'd cop any because I don't know anyone.
- Right.
- So I feel like I can't judge
because I've never watched any of the shows
that anyone's been on.
The only person I know is Rob...
- Yeah.
- Because he was on "Love Island" last season.
- So you don't know any of us? - No.
My game plan is to be
the sweet, nice, innocent girl
from "Love Island."
But they don't know me.
I've got a brain. I've got a brain in there.
I watch a lot of true crime.
I know how a serial killer works.
I sound so evil.
I've never watched any "Housewife."
I've never watched— - Shame on you.
- Wow. Wrong person to say that to.
- I'm just being honest. - Right.
So at what point are you honest?
- Nobody's honest here.
- I mean, we're supposed to be.
Traitor! Traitor!
Really?
Wow.
No, I like you, Michael.
- What a start to my treacherous game.
Already a Traitor is slithering through my castle,
and soon I will select the remaining members
of their venomous crew at this very table.
Are you ready?
How far would you go to win this game?
- Growing up in boarding school,
we learnt to kill them with kindness
and stab them behind their backs.
- How much would you like to win that $250,000?
- I am a single mom, and it's been a rough journey
doing it by myself.
And if I could just help my son with paying for his college,
that, for me, is the one thing I want to do for him.
- Why are you a threat in this game?
- Why am I a threat?
Well, I think because I'm Lisa fucking Rinna.
- Welcome, players.
Welcome, indeed, to the roundtable.
In this room, Traitors are hunted,
but all too often, it is the Faithful
who are caught in the crossfire.
Look around at your fellow players.
They may seem equal,
but one is set apart,
for they are already a Traitor.
But they won't be alone for too long.
Do you think you have traitorous qualities?
- I'm a petty bitch from Brooklyn, Alan, okay?
I've been treacherous since the day I was born.
- You know, I think the Faithful side of this game
is just a juicy nut
that's waiting to be cracked and solved.
- Are you capable of being ruthless?
- I am sweet, and I am fun.
But I can also be a killer with a smile and the dimples.
- Oh, I have dimples, too.
- Very cute. - Thanks.
Are you flirting with me?
- We don't fuck with chefs. I can poison your food.
I would never. I would never.
But I think, with my chef background,
the knives will be out, and they'll always be sharp.
- I think I can be ruthless.
I'm pretty sure when the time comes
and murders need to be done, I'm your person.
- Well, Donna, this is the kickoff.
- Yes. - Let's hope you're still here
when the final whistle blows.
Players...
put on your blindfolds.
If you feel my hand on your shoulder, you are...
a Traitor.
- Oh, my God!
I feel like I just won Miss United States.
The game is called "The Traitors," okay?
It's not called "The Faithfuls."
The game is about main characters.
And I am obviously a main character.
- I'm a fucking Traitor. Hallelujah.
This just feels really right.
I wish I could call Harry Hamlin and tell him.
- I'm just happy as can be.
I honestly think I'll make a good Traitor.
I'm hard to read.
I've been told that by every girl I've ever dated.
And I'm extremely competitive.
I like to win.
- Remove your blindfolds.
- I'm trying to scan the room and see what's going on.
At the same time,
I don't want to call a lot of attention to myself,
where somebody feels like,
hey, Rob, you were being very shifty.
You're a Traitor.
- Players, look around you.
I have selected my Traitors.
Later tonight, the Traitors will gather.
But good news...
there will be no murder.
It's really more of a meet and greet.
Maybe some finger foods, that sort of thing.
In the meantime, why don't you all head to the bar?
Go on. You've had a long evening.
Enjoy a nightcap while you still can.
Cheers.
- That was intense.
- Oh, my gosh.
- I mean, that was insane.
Oh, my God.
Literally, my heart is pounding out of my chest.
I'm happy I get to lie, deceive, and kill people.
Ah!
My heart was pounding out of my chest.
- Me too.
- And I thought, wait a second, I could pass out.
I thought the same thing. - Oh, my God.
- I probably should be much more nervous and like, ooh.
But I'm not.
My skills of being an actress
are gonna help me a tremendous amount.
This might not be so hard for me.
- Thank you. - Oh, shoot.
Oh, I'm so sorry! See, I'm—
okay, I'm a nervous wreck.
All right, calm.
Cheers. We made it.
- Faithful cheer.
- Faithful cheers. Faithful cheers.
- We made it through. - Absolutely.
- Now we got to stay alive. - Yeah.
- How do you guys feel about it?
I was so nervous. - I was nervous, too.
- I didn't want to feel the gay guilt again.
- You know exactly what—
- I ain't going back in the closet.
- I'll tell you right now.
Look at me in my eyes, and I will say this.
I'm a Faithful.
And I want to play this game
like an aggressive Faithful game.
And I'm on a mission, so cheers to that.
- I will cheers to that. - Yes.
- Cheers.
- I'm feeling a lot of pressure.
I'm, like, a high-caliber "Survivor" player.
So people see me, and they expect great things.
And I do want to win.
Like, I'm not here to make friends.
Yeah, I want to have a good time, but I don't want
to have a good time if it doesn't include winning.
Now I'm like, okay, now we're getting them.
I'm not one of them. I'm coming for you.
- I'm not gonna beat around the bush.
As a person who studies this game...
- Yes.
- Mathematically, there's five Housewives.
There's also five gamers.
So, mathematically, at least one of the five
from each group is a Traitor.
- Michael is either a terrible Faithful
or a terrible Traitor.
Who draws attention to themselves, like, immediately?
He's calling out the Housewives.
He called out the gamers.
Rob, Natalie, Yam Yam, Ian, and myself—
we need to work together and get all of the heat off of us.
- Who's in here? Nobody else is in here, right?
- No. - Quickly.
- Okay, so I was, like, looking around
to see who has the propensity—
oh, yes, come in. - Sorry.
- Who has the propensity?
- Yeah, like, who is able to do it?
Like, that's who Alan's gonna pick.
- Yes, and I came up with...
- Did you?
- Isn't she nervous?
Do you think she could handle it?
- Yes. Lisa—yes.
- Lisa would run her grandmother down.
- Yeah.
- I don't know who my fellow Traitors are yet,
but I have to be a Faithful when I'm with the Faithfuls.
Faithfuls are gonna be thinking immediately
about who these violent,
dangerous murderers could be.
- Cheers. - Cheers.
- Rob, Rob, I'm gonna tell you something.
Your quiet disposition and your, like, nice, good looks—
it's gonna be a fucking problem.
- Oh! - Because—no, because the—
- I didn't do anything.
- Just because the quietness— people can't trust quiet.
- If you talk to me, I'll talk to you.
- It's still the first day. - I'm a fan. I'm a fan.
I'm just saying, it might get you into trouble here.
- I've been underestimated my entire life.
I'm just a guy from Alabama.
I catch snakes. I post videos on the Internet.
I'm kind of quiet,
but I think that's one of my biggest strengths.
When people underestimate you,
that's when you can catch them by surprise.
- Good night, y'all. - Oh, damn.
- Bye, Rob R. - Good night.
- At least we won't be killed tonight, y'all.
- Right, we gonna be alive in the morning.
- At breakfast. - Praise the Lord.
- Night, Lisa. - Night-night.
- You know he thinks it's one of you guys.
- I'm in, and we don't have to talk about it.
And I know you're the perfect person.
- We already know. Okay, good.
- Ah, the chimes sound throughout my castle,
and the Faithful flock to their beds.
For the Traitors, though, those chimes
are a call to slink through the darkness,
swear the Traitors' oath,
and start their lives in the shadows.
They will soon convene in my turret for the first time
and, there, discover each other's identities.
All identities but one,
for our Secret Traitor will remain just that, a secret.
You stand before the Traitors' turret.
A life of treachery awaits.
Before I present you with your cloak,
you must take the Traitors' oath.
Do you commit to lying and deceiving
your way through this game?
- Of course, Alan.
- Are you willing to murder one of your fellow players
every night?
- You know it.
- Do you vow to keep your identity
and the identity of your fellow Traitors a secret?
- Yeah.
- You are now a Traitor.
Come to me.
- How does it feel? - Treacherous.
- You have the power of responsibility now.
How will you use it?
- I'm just gonna kill some people.
- Welcome to the dark side.
- I'm so excited to see my fellow Traitors.
The anticipation is so high.
Oh, my God. I'm just trying to breathe.
- Oh, my God, the turret. I get to go into it.
I'm excited to have the power in my very manicured
and moisturized hand.
Ah!
Oh, my God!
Yay!
- Oh, my God. - Oh, my God, did you die?
- I knew it. - We can be so naughty.
- As naughty as we want to be and then some.
- And we get to murder people. - Yes.
- Oh.
This is right. - Yeah, it is.
It makes sense. - Doesn't it?
- I'm hoping that whoever's in there is levelheaded...
- Have there ever been two Housewives?
- I don't believe so. This is an iconic first.
- Yes!
- And cool, calm, and collected.
- Ooh, this is good. - This is fun.
Ooh, I love this.
Oh.
- And I'm just hoping that we can be a good team.
- What's up, ladies? - Alabama!
- My charmer!
- This is exciting. - Isn't it exciting?
Did you want to be a Traitor? - I did, yeah.
- You did? - You did?
- Yeah. - So did I.
- I guessed you when we first got here.
- I was gonna say, full transparency, I did—
when we were talking tonight about who we thought,
I did say you.
- To other people? - I got to walk it back.
- You got to walk that back. - Don't worry about it.
- I didn't say anybody 'cause I was worried I might be right.
- Same. Same. - Don't worry about it.
- I've got two Housewives as my fellow Traitors,
and I'm, like, opposites to them.
But they seem pretty smart,
and they're very, like, conniving.
They're ready to get dirty, which is good.
Did you get the card? - No.
- No? You did? - No.
Shit, there's another one.
- Oh, hell, y'all are playing games.
- Oh, God. There's another one.
- Good evening...
the first Traitor to be picked in plain sight.
The life of a Traitor is one of secrecy.
Yours even more so.
Begone.
And do try and stay in the shadows.
Oh. - Hi.
- Mind if I join? - Yes.
- Of course.
- Happy with your fellow Traitors?
- Yeah, very. - You did a good job.
- Well, I come with news.
As you may have already guessed, one of your brethren
is missing.
- They will not join you tonight.
- [gasps, grunts]
- What? What?
- Because they are the Secret Traitor.
- Oh, he—
- Forever secret? - Alan.
- Ah, that's dirty.
- The Secret Traitor will not know your identities,
nor you theirs.
The Secret Traitor will work alone.
But don't be scared. They're on your side.
Each night...
they will decide which players are on the short list
for murder.
You must select who to murder only from this list.
- That's unfair.
- Ah. - One more thing.
The Secret Traitor will continue
to produce a short list until you are given a chance
to unite with them as one.
Traitors...
the murdering begins tomorrow.
Good night.
- Okay, this is twisty. - Yeah.
- Big-time twisty.
- Alan. Alan. - Oh.
So we don't have control.
- Who do we think the Secret Traitor is?
- Might be another guy. - Yeah.
- I don't know, though. Who would it be?
- We don't know anything.
- I just—I feel like we're second fiddlers.
A Secret Traitor?
Like, murder is hard enough.
I got to trust people I don't know if they're smart or not?
Like, that's a lot.
- I don't envy the Secret Traitor—like, that sucks.
Like, they have to make this decision by themselves.
- By themselves. - They're by themselves.
- Like, who wants to murder alone?
- We have each other. - Yeah.
- We have to do this, okay?
- Yes, we do. - We got to stay focused.
- And let's try to work as a team
and not backstab each other... - Yes.
- Right out of the gate, you know what I mean?
- Can we agree, loyalty amongst Traitors?
- I think it's super important.
Should we, like, hands in on that?
Okay, on three, "Traitors for life."
One, two, three.
Traitors for life. - Whoo!
- As a new day dawns,
the players face their first mission
and their first chance to add money to the prize pot.
- First mission, guys. Can you believe it?
- Hey! - I'm ready, I'm ready.
Now, this is what I'm here for.
- Wouldn't it be fun if we were the first ones
to get a Traitor out on the first day?
- I think it has to be someone we would not expect at all.
- Yeah. - Right.
- Have you guys been thinking about shields?
- I hadn't thought about it until you just mentioned it.
- Oh, well, I've been like, literally—
that's all I've been doing. - Oh, you focused.
- It's water.
- Oh. - Wow.
- First mission is water, and I can't swim.
I might die.
- Oh, my God, are those coffins?
- Oh, this is really eerie, dude.
- I'm freaking out. - What are they doing to us?
- God, here we go, girl— the first mission.
- You're a pro athlete. We're fine.
- Well, I was at one point in my life.
Now I'm just a gay.
- There he is. - Oh, my God.
- There he is.
- You look amazing!
- Oh, my God.
- Players, welcome to my kind of water park.
And, yes, I am dressed as a coffin.
And the reason for that is that out on the loch
are 100 coffins.
- What? - Jesus.
- But only 12 of them are worth gold for your prize pot.
- Okay.
- All you've got to do is find those coffins.
- Great. - Once found,
you must tow the coffins behind your boat
and take them to that graveyard on the opposite side
of the loch and place them in an empty grave.
For every coffin worth gold that you successfully
put into a grave,
$2,500 will be added to the prize pot.
This means, players, a total of $30,000 is on offer today.
Not too shabby.
There are three boats—
a green one, a red one, and a white one.
You must split yourselves among these three boats.
You have 45 minutes to complete this mission.
And your time will start when you hear the sound of my horn.
What could be simpler? Now listen up.
You're looking for the coffins with a dollar sign on them.
Coffins marked with an X are worth nothing.
Get yourselves ready, and I'll see you on the other side.
- We've got to row this boat around the loch.
It's a wild-goose chase
for finding a coffin with the dollar symbol on it.
- So I think we should divide equally so it's, like, not—
- Who has experience with a oar?
Who knows how to do this? You do?
Okay, so you be green. I'll be red.
All right, Stephen, you're white, all right.
- So as we're splitting up, it feels like it's Colton,
it's Rob R, and it's myself
who are gonna kind of lead the three different boats.
I feel like we're some of the most athletic guys here.
We're ready to take charge. We've all got experience.
You're gonna be front left.
That's okay? - Yeah.
- I mean, I don't want to brag,
but I have my California boater's license.
Mm-hmm, yep.
- Okay, the mission begins in three, two, one.
- Let's go. Let's go.
- Go, go, go, go, go. - Wait. Be careful.
Careful, careful. - I'll be in the back.
- Good? - Yeah.
- All right, we're on this side.
- What the players are blissfully unaware of
as they enjoy messing around on the loch is this—
when they get to this graveyard,
they have a little surprise.
They'll get used to surprises around here.
- Both sides, both sides.
Row. You got to go deep, not out, down.
Yeah, go ahead, left now. Go ahead, left.
As a Traitor, I need to seem
like an extremely valuable player...
Here we go.
Someone that's gonna be able to get money—
Row. Row.
So that it's not suspicious
that I'm not gonna die every night.
Hey, let's go, guys. Good job, team.
So, like, I've got to take care of my team.
- Are we stuck?
- We are stuck. - We're stuck.
- Push off.
Everyone push off. Push hard.
Push hard in the front.
- We're stuck on something. - I think we're—
- We are stuck. - We're not going anywhere.
- Everybody, oars down and in.
- Yikes.
- We're not going anywhere. He's pushing us.
- Go, baby. Whoo!
- When in doubt, find the gays. I am on the gay boat.
It's me, big daddy Colton...
- Right side, right side, right side, right side.
- Monét, Yam Yam...
and Taylor Swift's soon-to-be mother-in-law.
- There you go. There you go. There you go. Keep it going.
Left side out still. There you go, Yam Yam.
- Oh, my God, this is so fucking tough.
- We got to turn. - Row.
- How do we turn? - Just stick it in.
- That's what he said! Johnny, stick it in!
- Stick it in!
- All right, we're going. Right side, right side.
- I'm going forward.
- We're going. There you go. There you go.
That's good. Row. - In, out.
- Go deep, guys. You got to push.
My team is rowing like we have done this professionally
and got a freakin' scholarship in college, okay?
We are strong. We're smart.
I feel like we have every piece of the puzzle within our boat.
- Can you guys see a dollar sign on the first one there?
- There's something on the top of that one.
- I think so. - I don't know what it is.
Something on the top. I don't know.
It's an X. It's not a dollar. - All right, keep going.
- Not a dollar. Get that out of there.
- Wait, I think we might have one on the right.
- Okay. - It looks shinier.
- Dollar, dollar!
- Backwards. Backwards, backwards, backwards!
- Red Boat have found their first gold coffin.
- Hook it fast! Hook it and pass it.
We got one!
- All right, guys.
Right side, row. Right side, row.
- We're the first boat to get a coffin,
but I'm still looking for shields.
If I see a shield, I'm out of this boat.
- Guys, that's an X.
What about in front of you, Eric?
- We're heading right towards one.
- That's an X.
- Caroline, can you see that one?
- What is it? - It's a dollar sign.
- Dollar sign, dollar sign.
- Let's just grab it. Just grab it.
We got it, we got it, we got it.
- All right, rows in, rows in, rows in.
- This is the back row. This is the back row.
Keep going. Watch your fingers.
- Perfect, perfect, perfect.
- Red Boat is first to land on my graveyard jetty,
where there's a juicy decision in store.
- "To bank the gold, a coffin must be placed in a grave.
"Players with a coffin in their grave
will be up for murder tonight."
- Oh, my God.
- Alan is the devil, and I'm convinced of it.
- The ones who have a casket inside of their grave
are up for murder.
So now we got to figure out,
are we gonna just fill up everybody else's?
You know, how are we gonna save ourselves
from having the casket go in our graves?
What are we gonna do?
- "Players with empty graves
will be shielded from the murder."
- I'm starting to see...
maybe how savage I am.
- Whoever is not in our boat. Okay, that's easy.
- The Faithfuls are in a tizzy right now,
and I fucking love it.
- Ron, he's the first one. Do it here.
- He's not on our boat. Nothing personal.
- There is no gameplay here.
There's no thinking about which grave to drop the casket into.
It was all about speed. And Ron is right there.
- Nothing personal. - All right.
- Let's go. Let's go. - Okay.
- Are we sure about this?
As a gamer, it's frustrating that
they are just saying put the coffins anywhere,
when we should talk through
how this is going to help us most strategically.
- All right, let's go. - Thanks, Dad.
- Green Boat making their way to this graveyard.
The question is, who will they target for murder?
- "Players with a coffin in their grave
will be up for murder tonight."
- Oh, my God. - Okay, let's go, let's go.
- Okay.
- We'll just go to the first one.
- Yeah, throw it in Rob's. Throw it in Rob R's.
- Rob R? - Yeah.
- Okay.
- I want to make sure there are as many coffins in graves
to give the Traitors a harder job to narrow down
who they want to murder.
The mentality is, get more coffins in,
as long as it's not mine.
- Push it back.
- Aah! Oh, Johnny, you okay?
- Johnny!
- Are you okay?
- It's okay. - No.
- Johnny!
- That was horrible.
- I've missed this.
- What about right in front of us?
What's on there, Candiace? - Dollar sign.
- Dollar sign! - Get it, get it, get it.
- Oh, dollar, dollar! - Dollar, dollar, dollar.
- That's ours. That's ours.
- The White Team is about to steal it.
- Grab it, grab it, grab it, grab it, grab it.
Get it, get it, get it, get it, get it.
- They're gonna run into us. - I got it.
- We'll take that.
- They were trying to get our casket.
Shady, shady, shady. Uh-uh-uh.
So Wonderboy gets up and literally pulls
the casket with two fingers out of the loch.
- Pass it.
- Acting like it was someone's dry panties.
I'm like, you could do that the whole time?
Hot.
- Get in, get in.
- Wow, we weren't letting them take that, were we?
- Pop it in the water. - We gotta put it in the water.
I think the more coffins that we get
and put back into the graveyards,
the better odds there are that the other people
aren't finding coffins out there and putting it into ours.
- If you have somebody you want to protect, holler out.
- Okay, what are we gonna do? - Who doesn't need protection?
- Eric.
Eric is so sweet and so unassuming,
and I really like him, but he wouldn't get murdered.
Like, they would not do that to him.
- Okay, go.
- I like Eric, for the record. - Let's go, let's go!
- Maura, can you jump out and pull us around?
- Maura, pull the boat, pull the boat.
- Let's just tell this boat to have an alliance with us.
Let's tell these idiots to save us.
It turned out, instead of getting shields,
we have to just put other people up for murder.
So the more protection, the better.
You guys all want to protect each other out there?
- We haven't put anything in.
- Okay, so let's all protect each other.
- We haven't put anything in yours.
- So that's the boat we're going for?
- Yeah. - Let's go for them.
- Great. - Okay.
- Row. Row. - It's hard to see.
- Natalie is a great "Survivor" player,
and that was quick thinking on her feet.
- We got you. We got you. We got you.
- By teaming up with the Green Team,
now we have more opportunities to keep ourselves safe.
- Yeah. - Okay.
- Michael put so much pressure on himself last night
with the Housewives— we have to protect our girls.
So, Michael. - Yeah.
- Got it. - All right.
- What's on there, Candiace? Dollar sign?
- Don't fall out, Ron! Don't fall out, Ron!
- I got it. Get it.
Yeah! Nice.
We finally got our coffin.
I'm feeling pretty good about that,
especially since we didn't start so well.
I don't want to be the leader of the boat
that is dragging ass, and everyone's like,
what happened to your boat?
Maybe Stephen's leadership wasn't very good.
- Let's fucking go! Read the sign.
- "Players with a coffin in their grave
will be up for murder tonight." - Oh, shit.
- What is it?
- Oh, we got to pick a person to be up for murder.
- They put one in mine.
Those miserable fucks.
That's so rude.
Put one in mine.
Shame on you!
- Those miserable fucks.
They put one in mine. That's so rude.
Put one in mine.
My name wasn't in the first few names,
so I did feel like somebody went out of their way
to put it in my grave.
I am absolutely, positively taking it personally.
Shame on you! - Michael seems rather upset.
- We got to pick a person to be up for murder.
Anybody want to throw anyone out there?
- So, if we put it in there, they're gonna be murdered?
- Housewives— you want to do Porsha?
What do you want to do?
- No, we're not doing Housewives.
- Okay. - Let's do Donna.
- Donna? - Yes.
- I love Donna! You can't do Donna!
- We got to make a decision! - Rob C. Let's do Rob!
- Rob—Rob is smart. We need Rob.
- Put it down, put it down. - Why are we doing Rob?
- Oh. All right, pull it back up.
- Donna is older.
- We love Donna. - All right, guys, let's go.
- Do we need her? - Let's go.
- Just do Donna.
I think Donna would shake this castle if we murdered her.
I think people would be shocked.
- I don't want to do this, Donna.
- I don't want to do this either.
- This is not my thing, Donna. This is not on me.
I love you, Donna!
- She is such a cute, sweet mom.
She's America's mom.
But, you know, in this game,
America's mom might need to die.
- Are they just killing us?
- You're right there, buddy. - Oh, you mother—
- I'm sorry. I'm sorry. - Oh!
What did I do to anyone? - Oh, my God.
Ron, what did you do? - There's three of us.
That's three of us, on our boat.
- Oh, my God.
- I want to know why.
Does somebody hate me?
Does somebody really dislike me?
Now I'm so motivated to get more coffins into the graveyard
so that I have a better chance at staying alive.
- All right, guys, left side! We need to pick it the fuck up!
Let's go! - Wait, this one's something!
- That's a dollar! - Dollar, dollar!
- That one. - Right there. Right there.
- All right, here we go. - Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah!
- Got it? - There we go.
- All right, let's go, let's go, let's go.
- Let's go.
- White and Green Boat both making their way
to this graveyard.
But who will our players target for murder now?
- Oh, they're gonna watch us put this bitch in.
- Oh, no.
- They're gonna watch us. They're gonna watch us.
- Let's negotiate with this boat, guys.
- Yeah, yeah. - Oh, that's smart.
- So start thinking about names on the other boat.
- Dorinda's on the other boat? - Let's go.
- Dorinda, Dorinda, Dorinda. - Who are you guys gonna do?
- We won't do you if you don't do us.
- Yeah, we'll work with you guys.
- That's what we're doing. That's what we're doing.
We form an alliance with the Red Team,
so we protect each other's boat.
But we got there with the other team
that we were not working with, so we're jumping alliances.
- Is Rob C with you guys? - No.
- Okay, here we go. Just go here. Right here.
- Sorry, Rob.
- You are number one. You look out for yourself.
- Let's go. - Dorinda.
- That's how I won "Survivor."
- Wait, someone put one in Donna's, though.
- Oh, my God. - They put one in Donna's?
- It might have been the other group, though, not this one.
- I know, I know.
- I'm not happy with this coffin going into my grave.
The game is only just beginning,
and I feel like I'm being targeted already.
- Five minutes left. Come on!
- Let's go! This is the last five minutes!
We got this shit!
- Money! - Let's go, let's go!
- After a bad start, suddenly, there's renewed energy.
- Got it? - We're good. We're good.
- Left side. - Let's go.
- And we keep finding these coffins.
- What do you guys think? Ian?
He's a gamer, man. - Yeah.
- All right, in we go.
- We are so excited.
- Let's get one more. - Get more money.
- Let's go.
- Two minutes remaining. Hurry, hurry.
- Do you have another one? Do you see another one?
- We didn't see any. - We didn't see any.
- Nothing out there.
- It's crunch time. We're running out of time.
We've just got to finish strong.
- He's on the White one.
- Mark's not in the boat that we're protecting, so...
- Yeah, sorry, Mark. - Let's go.
- Dollar sign! Aah!
- Nice.
- One minute remaining, White Boat!
Come on!
- Let's go, baby!
- Who we gonna get? - I don't know.
- Whoever is left.
- Nine coffins in my graveyard so far.
But will the White Boat get here in time and make it ten?
- We're almost in. - Go, go, go, go, go, go.
Good job, guys. Good job, good job, good job.
- Okay, let's go.
- 20 seconds remaining!
- We're good. Run.
- Hurry!
- Who are we going to pick it to?
One, two. Slow down, slow down. Be slower.
- Oh, my gosh. Please don't put it into mine.
- Ten seconds remaining.
Nine, eight, seven...
- Come on, let's go, let's go!
- Put it in a fucking casket right here!
- Four, three, two, one.
- Drop it!
- Freaking flip it! - It's in, it's in.
- Time's up. Wasn't in in time.
- What? - Based on what?
- Based on the clock.
- Boo! Boo!
- [gasps, exhales]
I thought they put it in mine. It's empty.
They literally tried to put it in my grave.
That's personal.
Oh, it's super shady. It's so shady.
It's so shady, so personal.
- Players, nine coffins in graves—
nearly ten, but you didn't quite make it in time.
Well, you rode that deathly loch
like your lives depended on it.
And you accrued $22,500 to your prize pot.
- Impressive. - But...
- Uh-oh.
- By banking that money,
nine of you now risk being murdered tonight.
Will the following people please stand by your graves?
- Oh, God.
- Ron.
- Oh, my God. - Ron.
- I don't like this.
- Rob R.
Donna.
- Walk of shame.
- Go with peace. - Eric.
Michael.
- Don't take me with you.
- Ian. - Mm.
- Dorinda. - Oh, Dorinda.
- Here we go again. - No.
- Aww.
- Now, that's not nice.
- It's just like last season all over again.
I do not want to be sent home. I will not be sent home.
- At least we're together.
- Rob C.
- And, finally, Mark.
- Ah. - Oh, Mark.
- Y'all had to work for mine.
- Your fellow players chose not to protect you.
Take a long look at those coffins because
one of you will be in them tonight.
Those players that are safe from murder tonight,
you may return to my castle
and have a lovely night's sleep.
Off you go. - What?
- No way.
- Bro, we're gonna have to stay here.
They're gonna get to eat. - Oh, man.
- Let's not be smug.
Let's look sad for everyone.
- Don't look at me like that.
- The fuck? - Rest in peace.
- I'm feeling pretty good about the people
that are up for murder.
We have plenty of players to choose from.
I just hope we're aligned
with the Secret Traitor on the short list.
They could really fuck up our game.
- Now, you unfortunate nine,
not only are you at risk of being murdered tonight,
but you must suffer the indignation
of filling in your own graves.
Hop to it.
Spades and barrows over in the corner.
- Agh. - Son of a B.
- This is dark and twisted.
- Shame, shame.
Humiliation.
Undignified.
Put dirt on my own grave.
- Got to stay positive.
You still got a good chance, one in nine.
- Don't get mad. Get even.
- I wonder how they're feeling.
- Sick, except if one of them is a Traitor.
- Uh-huh. - Someone's not nervous.
- Oh, that's a good point.
I wonder who was not looking nervous
standing behind their headstone.
I just hope there's not, like, Traitors among us,
because then that's our odds even—
- Then our odds are worse if that's the case.
- So I really hope none of y'all are Traitors.
- Oh, I got something to say. 'Cause I heard—
I heard that my casket was almost put in there.
So how that happen?
- When we were in our boat, Michael was like,
who we gonna put the caskets in?
Let's do the Housewives. And I was like, no.
Oh!
- He has it in for the Housewives.
- Everyone has heard him gunning for Housewives.
So I want to sort of throw a little bit of gas
on Michael's fire.
- He did not say put it in one of the Housewives.
- And I said, uh-uh.
He is creating chaos, stirring up noise.
He is a perfect distraction for us.
- What if he's a Traitor?
- I feel bad about the people left at their graves.
- I know.
I wonder if this is diet or regular.
Whatever.
- Home sweet home.
- Dorinda, if they didn't save dinner for you this time...
- I know, right?
- I didn't even notice this rug—that's sick.
- Hello. - Hi.
- Hi, darling. - How are you?
- Are you okay? - Are you all right?
- I'm not gone yet.
- What's up? Welcome back. - Hey, y'all.
- You all look great.
- We wish we could say the same for you, Rob.
- I think you look strong.
- Okay, wait, y'all, what happened?
What happened? - Yeah, you don't even know.
We had to fill in our graves. - What you mean fill them in?
- We had to fill them with dirt.
Someone here is not gonna be here tomorrow.
We have a slightly more than 10% chance
we're gonna die tonight. - That sucks, man.
- Yeah, it does suck.
- There could have been a Traitor who was standing
in front of their grave.
- That's true. - Yeah.
- There probably was. - There had to be at least one.
- So my thing was, we didn't have any rhyme
or reason necessarily of where we were putting our casket
because it's so early.
It's not like I have like an antenna up yet to say,
ooh, put it in here, or save that person.
But you did.
- What?
- You had a motive.
Like, you knew who you wanted to be murdered.
- Me, Michael Rapoport? - Mm-hmm.
- It wasn't the Housewives.
- That's what they said you said.
You were like, put it in a Housewife's grave.
- Nope. - And I'm like, why? What?
- That didn't happen. - Who said that, then?
- Mm. - Who was in your car?
- 'Cause I would go talk to them now.
I would like to ask them.
- Come on, let's go.
- I'm practically another Housewife.
- I have an inkling. I'm going.
- Tiffany, it's getting crazy. - It is.
I don't even know if I want to be a part.
- Hi, are you okay?
- Okay. All right. I'll stay right here.
- Porsha, I want to have this conversation because...
- Yeah. - You just told me
I said, let's get a Housewife.
And I would like to know who said that Michael Rapoport...
- She said that when we were pulling up...
He yelled out, put it in a Housewife grave.
- Oh. Where was this? - In the car.
That's what you said he said. - You misheard me.
I did not say he said it today.
I was referring to him saying something
about Housewives yesterday.
- So, Maura, you were in the car.
When you were in the car— - Well, I'm looking like this
because I haven't a fucking clue.
I don't remember her saying that, what you just said.
I don't have a great memory.
I have no idea what Porsha is going on about.
I don't even remember what team I was on.
- There have just been a lot of whispers
about you wanting to target Housewives.
- And gamers. - No, no, no.
The Housewife thing is offensive to me, Candiace.
- Well, it's offensive to me, too, because—
- It's offensive to me for real because I would be
a real piece of shit at this point in the game.
- Yes, you would be.
- I think Candiace, she's gonna get into trouble
by, like, talking too much.
And as a Traitor,
we got to be flying under the radar while we can.
- I guess I semi got my answer.
I don't think I got it all the way, but, okay.
- If I'm taking out a Housewife,
it's gonna be, like, ninth inning, boom.
It's not gonna be— it's gonna be for—
it ain't gonna be for, like, the joy
because it'll hurt me probably more than it will hurt
a Housewife— that's all I'm saying.
That's it. - Please stop talking.
- I "tink" I've gone deaf.
- Oh, Lord.
I don't know.
It's weird, because why would you change your story?
Why would you change what you're saying?
But I really trust Candiace.
And with us being Housewives, there's a sisterhood.
So maybe I read it completely wrong.
- A little bit.
- Mm-hmm. Yeah.
- Because he keeps calling out his "targets."
- Yeah. - Like, he's called us out.
- I mean, he could be.
- One of us in black is getting murdered.
- All right, darling, let's go. - All right, well, pray for me.
- I will.
- Oh, my God.
Don't die.
God, I just realized.
- Have a good one.
Hopefully, we'll see you tomorrow.
- I know I'm gonna see you tomorrow
'cause nobody would do that.
- If you die or if I die, it's been a pleasure playing chess
with you, brother. - Truly.
- Here we go. - Please let me live.
Please let me live.
- Tonight the Traitors will gather
and attend to their grim duties
and, for the first time, murder.
Nine players were left unprotected from murder
in today's mission.
And down in my dungeon, the Secret Traitor
will put quill to paper
and short list four players for that murder.
- The Traitors can only choose one of the four
as their first victim.
So they will have a big decision to make.
Ooh, I am awful, aren't I?
- I mean, come on.
It's not really right not to know all the Traitors.
All the Traitors should know all the Traitors.
At this point, it could be anybody.
- The Secret Traitor could potentially really mess up
our game, depending on who they put on the short list.
- Having this Secret Traitor puts the rest of us Traitors
in a position which I don't love.
Like, I know who I think should be on this short list.
I know who I want to murder tonight,
but if that person's not on the list,
then we're up the creek.
- I mean, you guys...
What a day.
- Like...
my body hair hurts.
- I feel like we did pretty good, though, as Traitors.
- I think so. - Oh, for sure.
I was so sick to see you by your grave.
- I know. So good, though. - Oh, it was kind of great.
- So great.
- It was kind of great because then I got to play the victim,
and I was like, I'm so scared, guys.
Like, I don't want to go home. Like, damn. Damn, guys.
So that's good.
- Okay, should we look at the Secret Traitor's short list?
- Yes. - Our first one.
- Let's do it.
Better be right.
- I hope it gives us a clue to who it is.
- Better be right.
All right, "you must murder one
of the following players tonight."
You...
Ian...
Mark, and Eric."
Why do you think you're on the list?
- Right. - What did you do?
- Nothing. - You're a threat.
- Yeah. - They want me out.
I'm pretty fucking mad they wanted to vote me out.
- Who could be the Secret Traitor?
Well, none of these people.
- Who would want me out? Think about that.
- And for what reason?
- I desperately need to know who the Secret Traitor is.
I don't want them ruining my game.
It's a matter of survival, simply.
I'm thinking maybe Colton.
- Is Colton smart enough to be a Traitor?
- Imagine if it's Michael.
- Who wouldn't put Michael on that list?
- A smart person.
- Look at this handwriting, though.
- That definitely could be Yam Yam.
I just—I don't like it.
I need to know who the Secret Traitor is.
Reveal yourself. Where are you, sir or ma'am?
Where are you?