The Traitors finale: Gloves — and cloaks — come off for final five in epic ending

'The Traitors Ireland' finalists with Siobhán McSweeney.
After the previous night’s turbulent round table, the Big Five gather for their last breakfast ever for the finale of
on RTÉ One.Who will be the predators and who will end up prey?
Oyin and Kelley are first in, sharing food (it looks like there’s one croissant for the lot of them) and thoughts.
“I feel I trust Nick,” says Oyin, though how an estate agent in Ireland in 2025 has managed to garner so much faith remains the true mystery of the show.
Kelley finally gives voice to what we’ve all been screaming at the telly: “What if it’s both the boys?” FINALLY. Nice one, Kelley.
Oyin jokes that she’d jump straight into the river. I wonder what her amazing hair would look like wet?
Ben arrives, then Vanessa. The mood is heavy now, none of your chatter, no tactics being thrown around with the scrambled eggs.
This shit just got real.
Then Nick walks in, followed by a magnificent Siobhán in THAT kimono, declaring this is “no ordinary mission”.
Well, it couldn't be any more ordinary than the counting last night, to be fair. So the prize pot is €32,900. Not bad — but not life changing, especially if it ends up getting split.
Vanessa is wrestling with her conscience after the previous night's round table.
Meanwhile, everyone wants Kelley’s trust, and the boys are working overtime to look relaxed, but they look antsy, and totally in cahoots, they keep whispering loudly with each other, not the smartest tactic, surely?

Nick and Ben have decided their best tack is to keep sharpening their knives for Vanessa.
Siobhán promises the “elements mission” will be epic: Earth, air, fire, water, spirit, and there's a good wedge of cash to add to the pot, €10,000.
McSweeney, girl, this better be worth the hype... Oh for God's sake, it’s more masks, a bit of fire, a crap Viking boat, and lots of muttering about crystals and symbols.
Basically, a glorified scavenger hunt.
And RTÉ, give them more than €17.50 for a budget, will ye?
Oh, they have to use a radio… Nick explains that Ben takes the lead here, as he's an army man.
Yes, phew for Ben, he knows what “copy” means! What would they have done without him?
Oooh, a helicopter buzzes in, OK, I take it back about the budget.
AND a field has a big symbol mowed into it. There's a farmer somewhere in Slane sitting pretty with a big bag of RTÉ dosh.
The players have to remember the symbols to match the crystals to win the money.

Siobhán tries to add jeopardy and excitement there but bloody hell, my four-year-old nephew could do that, and he was dropped on his head as a baby.
They climb a round tower so that someone in Fáilte Ireland can have an orgasm, and open the chest and do the 'olé olé olé' dance in celebration.
In the cars on the way back, Nick tries his best to sway Kelley towards voting for Vanessa, but like a new mother getting an episiotomy, I get the feeling he's pushed too hard.
The last round table is going to be a doozy; I can’t wait! They slow-mo their way down, sashaying away, all dressed to kill. Kelley, not so much, though.
That girl loves herself a cosy knit. She’s been giving me an itch with all those high-neck jumpers. At least she’s gone for a V-neck cardi tonight.
"My bank account has never seen five figures," she said earlier, and that she can't even envisage that amount of money that's up for grabs.
Aww, I want her to win it all now. Buy yourself a woolly dress, love, go mad.
They're playing for the prize pot of €42,900. If the faithfuls survive, they split it. If a traitor remains, they take it all.
Oyin goes straight for Nick — YES, finally! Ben leaps to his defence, trying to deflect back on to Vanessa.
Nick, the chiselled-cheeked chancer, turns his fire on Vanessa (looking HAWT, by the way).
Kelley gratifyingly sides with the girls, and the lads start unravelling.
Nick is sweating. He has the look of a fella whose mam slicked his curls into place with her spit and the flat of her hand, and now the pressure is springing a curl loose.
Votes are cast: Nick for Vanessa, Vanessa for Nick, Ben for Vanessa, Oyin for Nick. All down to Swing Vote Kelley. She writes NICK.
YEEEESSSSS!!!! Bye-bye, traitor. Ah, Nick, do you want a hug?
At the fire pit, the final four must decide whether to vote again or split. Vanessa’s body language is so shifty, what is she at? She's making herself look fierce guilty, it's weird.
But Oyin and Kelley hold strong. Oyin votes Ben. Kelley, torn, follows. Slán leat Ben.
Ah, fair play to him, he was a good player. To camera, he says, "I've gotten more out of this than I ever could have imagined. Much more than money." (Sounds like broke loser talk to me.)
Girl power prevails. Oyin, Kelley, and Vanessa — Detective Spice, Cosy Spice, and Fierce Spice, the OG faithfuls, share €42,900.
Siobhán crowns them the traitor slayers.
Mná na hÉireann did it. It's so fecking lovely to see. They navigated the treachery and came out triumphant.
Up the mná. UP THE GIRLS.