All language subtitles for Forraeder - S05E01_en

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

I haven't experienced
such a fake game since

I was at a high school
party in Holmenkollen.

I feel like I'm
witnessing TV history.

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

You can't trust anyone.

Especially not Mads Hansen.

Judas. 30 pieces of
silver was all he needed.

How much do you
need to betray a friend?

Welcome to a game
of truth and lies.

A game... where
everyone wears masks.

The question is:
Who can you trust-

when the truth whispers
and the lie screams?

Eventually, all masks will fall.

This is "Traitor."

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

I'm so excited!

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

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

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

One of the first things that happened was

that Harald Bredeli
said: "Abrahamsen, yes!"

Last time, someone thought
I was a reality cameraman.

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

Very good.

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

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

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

- Hi!
- I think we've met.

I've had a drip again.

Funeral agent? Oh
my God, how exciting.

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

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

In here, she'll probably
show other sides.

I don't want to be a Traitor.

I'm a person who can't lie,

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

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

Maybe that I'm bad at lying?

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

I'm an extremely big
fan of Sophie Elise.

I really want to play
together with Sophie Elise.

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

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

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

and to navigate many
claims about oneself.

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

Can I give you a hug? So nice!

- Here you both are.
- Both of you.

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

I'm here with my
husband Andreas.

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

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

No.

This is a unique,
handpicked group.

Who think they know the game.

They're wrong.

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

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

"Dear everyone."

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

Remember that in
"Forræder", nothing is random.

Every single choice can
have big consequences.

You have three
minutes. Good luck.

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

We're off.

Well, a lot of
people were quick.

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

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

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

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

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

No, damn it.

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

I don't like it at all.

You did as I asked.
Good start. Promising.

What's coming now?

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

Markus, Bertine, and Rasmus.

We have three on red fields too.

Morten, Tuva, and Tor-Håkon.

In "Forræder," every
choice has consequences.

When Mads stands
there like a medieval lord

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

you realize that something
is going to happen.

Markus. Bertine. Rasmus.

You three are...

Completely safe tonight.

Here you go.

I feel like I've had
mega luck, everything

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

Rasmus Wold has become
Rasmus Skjold (Shield).

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

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

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

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

So we have you on red.

That choice also
has consequences.

There are 23 of you.

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

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

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

Morten. Tuva. Tor-Håkon.

You are redundant.
Thanks for coming.

And that's that.

Are you kidding me?

Shockingly brutal.

Are you joking?

"Pressure" is an understatement.

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

This is going to hurt.

It already does.

- Huh?
- Oh, damn...

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

- Come back!
- What the hell?

Mads fucking Hansen.

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

Here I was talking to
Tuva about how much she

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

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

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

Thank you so much. Seven
kilos lighter. Awesome.

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

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

So far, everyone is Faithful.

Soon, we will draw Traitors.

See you in the council chamber.

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

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

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

Once you leave the
room, the hunt is on.

I'm very sensitive.

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

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

So when I'm asked...

But for heaven's sake...

Is this for real?

This house is haunted!

I feel like this
place is like Narnia.

Just not the cozy version.

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

This is where the
majority decides.

The majority are the Faithfuls.

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

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

100 silver bars. 200,000 kroner.

But: If there is even
one Traitor left

at the end of the game,

all the silver will
be lost to you.

It's time to draw Traitors.

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

Hand the slip to me.

What am I getting into?

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

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

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

Put it over your eyes.

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

We're here to play.

I've joined to get people out.

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

It goes without saying.

If you now feel a friendly
hand on your shoulder,

you've been offered
the role of Traitor.

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

I'll manage to hide that.

I don't see myself
as a strategist.

There are no
analytical veins here.

Promising.

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

Hell. The Devil
has been here now.

I consider myself
Faithful. Like a team player.

I came in to be Faithful.

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

Then it almost
explodes in my body.

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

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

Before we continue, I
want to ask those of you

who got a hand on your
shoulder a few questions.

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

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

while they sleep?

If I get your clammy hand on my shoulder,

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

I'm counting down from three.

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

and the game is on.

Three. Two. One. Go ahead.

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

after the roles are given.

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

Or do you speak up?

I can say that I'm Faithful.

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

I'm Faithful.

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

Faithful.

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

but he also has
the face of a Traitor.

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

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

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

- I am Faithful.
- I am Faithful.

I am Faithful.

Then we know the
identity of the Traitors.

Or do we?

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

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

Hiding around the table
is yet another Traitor.

I'm Faithful.

I'm Faithful.

Everyone is suspicious.

No one stands out as a Traitor.

I'm Faithful.

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

- I am Faithful.
- I am Faithful.

I'm also Faithful.

At least I'm Faithful.

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

I can say that some
around this table lied.

Who here feels good
at reading people?

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

about body language.

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

My pulse went up the
moment we came in here.

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

I tone it down and
make it less dangerous.

If anyone in here gets the idea

that I can expose liars
through body language,

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

Anyone interested?

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

Very disappointed?

No...

I had geared up to be that.

- And that I would take it.
- Relieved?

Yes, very.

Faithful. Your task is
to expose and banish

all the Traitors
before it's too late.

Traitors. Their task is to kill

all the Faithfuls.

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

The first player will be killed.

Sleep well.

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

Everything you say
now sounds like a lie.

I'm just saying what I think.

When we lie, we get stressed.

Most people don't like to lie.

When we get stressed,
we have certain reactions.

You breathe more shallowly.

You might start to sweat.

Some try to limit their
body language a lot.

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

Some who lie
start to blink more.

You have experience
focusing on yourself.

When you're on TV.

Has that trained you to
handle all eyes on you?

That everyone
is pointing at you?

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

except for not having
control over what happens.

Shit. I thought I
was a decent guy.

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

- Damn.
- Crazy stuff!

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

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

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

And I was fucking scared
that it happened right away.

None of us are
Traitors at heart.

Coming in here "to kill!".

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

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

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

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

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

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

A blue panther full of lies.

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

She reads you like an open book.

I've been worse at
exposing her lies.

That's nonsense!

"Kathrine is better
than me at lying."

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

I'm almost afraid
to talk to you.

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

I'm thinking about what
the others will think.

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

Is this where it happens?
Cheers, everyone!

I'm pretty sure
it's not Andreas.

I'm wondering
if it's another girl.

Now it's night-night!

Just waiting to
get killed, then.

It's time to kill.

For now, the Traitors
can't kill together.

They can't meet
each other. Not yet.

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

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

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

"The player with the
highest ranking from the

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

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

I start with who I
want to keep the most.

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

It was actually less demanding

than I thought.

The game is on. Awesome!

It's wonderful
in all its cruelty.

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

shield from before is
worth its weight in gold.

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

I'm out of suspicion.

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

ten quiet hours with Eva
Cassidy on the sound system.

Completely in
harmony with myself.

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

with a dagger blacker and
bigger, and more hellish,

than you have ever
seen in your pathetic lives.

You are going to come after me.

You will get resistance.
Something so fucking intense.

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

Wait a minute. Come out.

- No.
- Are we first?

The night was absolutely
amazing. I slept extremely well.

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

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

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

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

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

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

What a first day that
would have been.

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

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

Oh, did he blush a little?

He got a bit like...

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

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

Have you seen anything
in your husband's eyes?

Nothing.

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

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

I think they play the
game better than I do.

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

Hey!

- Hello!
- We're alive.

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

Kathrine and Rasmus
have chosen to sit

on opposite sides of
the room. A bit strange.

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

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

- Hey!
- Damn.

Welcome!

Those who can die tonight...

Hello!

I think that Trygve,
for example,

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

He's just so innocent.

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

The killing depends
on who the Traitor is.

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

Andreas. Ellen.

Andreas isn't coming. Shit!

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

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

I was super happy.

It was like falling in
love all over again.

- You came!
- Oh, so nice.

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

Now we need two more.

- Aina.
- And Ellen.

Great people.

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

I got really scared that
Ellen wouldn't come.

I really like her.

Ellen! Ellen!

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

- Good morning.
- So good!

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

Aina hasn't arrived.

Aina is high on my list.

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

I was terrified.

There's a letter lying there.

I had a feeling about that.

"Hereby killed."

This is what I was afraid of.

Here, people have
been afraid of being read.

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

Right now, I'm leaning
towards Andreas.

And maybe Harald.

I have a little
suspicion about him too.

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

- For us, yes.
- Some are missing.

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

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

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

And Aina was forgotten!

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

But maybe the Faithfuls
are already one step ahead?

Rasmus "Shield"
was very talkative.

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

Then he started talking a lot.

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

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

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

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

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

- Oh!
- He got cold overnight?

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

I think you're a Traitor.

Look at that in the woods.

Super Traitor.

- Ready for the first mission?
- Yes!

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

Today's mission
is a bit different.

In addition to winning
silver, you can really

throw a wrench in the
works for the Traitors.

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

the Traitors won't
get killed tonight.

Nor will anyone be
put on the death list.

All around the woods here,
there are boxes that contain

either silver or gunpowder.

All the boxes are,
of course, locked.

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

at the box.

Think carefully. You only
have one attempt per lock.

If you manage to collect at
least 150 kg of gunpowder

before 20 minutes have passed,

you will have enough
explosives to topple the statue.

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

There are three
teams, and each team

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

I'm not logical.

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

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

You have 20 minutes.
The time starts now.

Race walking.

There is red.

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

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

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

- 520.
- I'm sure of that.

Correct!

- Good!
- Should we make a long line?

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

And a lion!

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

The small talk group has
managed to unlock their box.

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

Oh no!

"A man looks at
a picture and says:

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

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

"My father's son."

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

- Are we in agreement?
- No, wait.

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

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

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

My tactic will be to throw
out many different theories-

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

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

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

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

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

"What was the first thing
that was written in the

letter you received when
you arrived at Midtåsen?"

I've read it.

Not that one. I
think it was that one.

Yes!

Yes!

The other groups have now
unlocked several silver boxes.

But at the gunpowder
box, the self-proclaimed

logic experts are still
struggling with the logic.

Henrik is a picture.

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

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

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

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

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

- 765.
- Oh fuck.

It wasn't that.

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

There, we messed up.

Everyone agreed to go
for the option we chose.

And that was wrong.

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

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

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

- 678.
- I have stalked him.

- Yes!
- Holy shit!

I was incredibly pleased
to complete the task.

We got the silver
because of my stalking.

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

All three teams have
solved the silver tasks.

The group is six
silver bars richer.

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

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

"How many chairs were there in the

council room, during
the drawing yesterday?"

There were 20. But
were all the chairs filled?

- Wasn't there one missing?
- No.

- We were 20.
- Everyone was seated around.

We were 23. Lost three.

- 20.
- 008.

Leah Behn, you get the credit.

Conveyor belt effect.

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

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

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

It depends on whether
you have enough explosives.

That is, more than
150 kg of gunpowder.

Who wants the
honor of detonating?

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

I'm sure we have sabotaged.

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

Five, four, three, two, one.

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