A friend of mine called her “Gareth Southgate with a scrunchie” and I haven’t been able to shake the image since. Anyone else? She and Frankie arrive together. Frankie does boggly eyes and whispers “Traitor” to Jake. Well, she didn’t hang around.

Someone told me recently that if you close your eyes, he sounds exactly like Daniel Radcliffe. Try it.

Even his surname, Dragonetti, sounds like something from Harry Potter. Expelliarmus hedgerow fallus!

Followed by Leanne, aka Assassin Barbie. Cue the first of what I suspect will be many tears tonight. This show is brought to you in association with Kleenex Balsam Extra-Absorbent Multipacks.

The number of diners at that breakfast table has been shrinking by the day. Now it’s set for five. Behind that table-scaping lurks cheese, pickles, all manner of slightly stale pastries and even more intrigue.

The final five arrive separately for a change, allowing them to reflect on their journey™.

“It’s a shock to the heart,” says Frankie, while Charlotte replies: “It doesn’t leave this room.” Frankie realises immediately that Charlotte will turn the tables and claim she’s the Traitor. Of course she will. They burn the evidence, as per the rules.

It’s not over until the Linda lady sings…

We return to that table-for-two as Frankie the Seer gets ready to face Charlotte the Traitor and learn her true identity. Gulp.

Roll the traditional “Previously on the Traitors” recap. Sisterhoods, both real and metaphorical! Seers! Secret priests! Undercover soldiers! A posh lady pretending to be Welsh! Creepy dolls! Rail replacement coach services!