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Previously on The Handmaid's Tale...

How can I tell him that everything

that has happened to her
is because of me?

He's never gonna forgive me.

Hannah knows how hard
we tried to find her.

- How could she?
- 'Cause I told her.

Mommy.

Daddy and I will always love you.

And we would never stop.

The accused stand charged
with gender treachery,

in violation of Romans, chapter 1.

Martha, you are hereby sentenced to

the Common Mercy of the State.

Handmaid, you are
sentenced to Redemption.

I have sources.

Witnesses to your involvement

in Commander Winslow's disappearance.

Unless you arrange for
my immediate reinstatement.

You want me to restore your position,

I need my seat back at the table.

And your information can help me get it.

Let's fix this country.

Let's make things right again.

Ooh, sorry.

No. It's okay.

So, do you...

With Offred now in Canada,

we can't be naive about that.

She could put us both away
for the maximum sentence

and prevent you from
being a mother to your son.

We need to drop our fight.

What do you guys know about Serena?

- She's pregnant.
- Is it his? The Commander's?

All right. June, wait. Wait, wait, wait.

June, June.

She's pathological. She's a sociopath.

She's toxic. And abusive.

She's a monster.

Do you know why God made you pregnant?

So that when He kills
that baby inside your womb,

you will feel a fraction

of the pain that you caused us

when you tore our children
from our arms!

Do you understand me?

I felt helpless.

I guess it was...

a way to feel in control.

Didn't your Commander notice?

I cut high on my arms,
where he couldn't see.

Must have hurt.

Felt good, actually.

Um...

It's like a relief.

Well, cutting was your way to cope.

But you're here now.

You're healing.

You're free.

Yeah.

My Commander's free, too.

At least you get to face
yours in court tomorrow.

I'd be so nervous, June.

I can barely stand to watch
the news about the trial.

It's a "confirmation
of charges" hearing.

And she doesn't have to go.

There's nothing wrong
with a written statement.

She wants to tell her story in person.

Still, you must be so scared.

And worried.

You know, the defense
gets to ask questions.

I'm not nervous or worried.

Or scared.

I can't fucking wait.

How are you getting home?

Hey.

Hey.

Ready to go, Miss Osborn?

Um, will you just give me a moment.

Thank you.

So, you kicking me out of the group?

No.

Just give it some time.
You'll find your groove.

Or maybe you won't.

I just, I thought that I'd have
more in common with them.

Well, they don't all come with
their own security detail, so...

You know what I mean.

Feelings...

forgiveness.

Journaling?

Why aren't they more angry?

How do you know they're not?

- Leave me alone!
- Emily, I'm so, please, stop.

I just wanna, I just wanna
talk to you for a moment.

Uh, why don't we go sit?

I just wanna talk to you
for five minutes.

I don't want to talk to you.

You look well. Are you well?

Emily, it's so good...

Hey, hey, hey! Who are you?
What do you want?

Is there a problem here?

No, there's no problem.

Um, I just, I just wanna talk.

But it, it doesn't have to be now.

Um, yeah.

Here's, here's my information...

- Stop it!
- Go away!

Please.

Go!

Yeah.

Are you okay?

Who was that?

- I'm fine.
- You sure?

Yes. Yeah, thank you.

I'll see you there.

Emily...

I'll, I'll see you at home.

It's supposed to be a refresher,

but coding bootcamp is kicking my ass.

I've been out of the game a long time.

Have you gotten
to go back into teaching?

I'm not sure I'm ready for that.

Syl's been encouraging me, but...

Who's Iris Baker?

The woman at the library.

What woman?

Um, I knew her as Irene.

Aunt Irene.

She was assigned to the district

where I had my first posting

before I met you.

And what did she want?

Ah, doesn't matter 'cause Emily
doesn't want to talk to her.

I don't know.

- She hurt you, didn't she?
- Why would you say that?

Because she's an Aunt.

You should face her.

- Emily, you need to...
- June. June.

You have to get out everything
you have been holding in.

I promise you, you will feel better.

Well, we're not all like you.

That Aunt Irene must have been brutal.

How bad could she be?

Aunt Lydia set a high fucking bar.

Yeah, well, if Emily wanted you to know,

I'm sure she would've
just told you, right?

Apparently.

So, you sure

you wouldn't feel better
if I was there tomorrow?

It would just hurt you
to hear those things...

about me, so...

I, I don't want that.

So, Mark Tuello was really interested

in the, um, the lake house
where you saw Hannah.

And he said he could find some photos

- that you could look at.
- Why did you tell him about that?

Because this is the first
new information

that we've had on Hannah
in, like, forever.

It means that we can restart the search.

- Yeah, but I didn't want...
- But don't you want that?

... to tell him about that. Yet.

All right. All right.

I don't know why you would've told him.

That kid is like a motion detector.

I had to sneak out like a ninja.

- Luke, can you finish these?
- Uh, yeah, I got it.

I want to go look at my testimony.

She, uh, says she doesn't
want me there tomorrow.

Well, if she wanted a cheering section,

she would've asked us to come.

I just don't know. I don't...

I don't know what she wants.

She is like a stranger half the time.

I mean, it's like...

when we talk about Hannah.

And...

in bed.

Getting over trauma
is a bumpy fucking road.

Yeah.

You need to be patient

till June gets where she's going.

You don't know what she's been through.

Maybe that's the problem.

"Mr. Waterford's sexual tastes

were very pedestrian.

On occasion, he couldn't even perform.

When that happened,

he'd make me have sex
with another Jezebel

while he watched and masturbated".

And a good evening to you too.

Moira Strand, she paints
quite the picture.

A deviant and a liar.

Judges didn't seem to think so,
I watched the footage.

And it didn't help that you
were rolling your eyes

the entire time.

Why did you want to see me, Serena?

- Tomorrow's a big day.
- Exactly. I'm concerned.

Dawn's prepared. She knows
what Offred's gonna say.

I'm not worried about Dawn.

You need to get it together, Fred.

Everything that you do
reflects on the both of us.

All of us, actually.
So calling her June would help.

You know what would really help?

If you came to court.
If you stood by your husband.

You know I haven't felt up to it.

You've never felt better.

The world already knows I'm pregnant.

They need to know we're a family.

Appearances matter, Mrs. Waterford.

Besides,

do you want June to think
you're afraid to face her?

I'll see you in the morning.

Oh, maybe wear the teal.

You're not finished yet?

Move on!

Have you never washed a floor?

Give me it!

Put something into it!

It's deplorable.

Gossip is a tool of the Devil, ladies.

We were just saying
what a blessing it is

to have you back, Aunt Lydia.

A blessing.

Aren't you kind?

But we must set a good example,
mustn't we?

Of course, Aunt Lydia.

Kylie! You missed a spot.

I'm sorry, Aunt Lydia.

It's still there!

I think it's a stain, Aunt Lydia.

You're impertinent, girl!

Aunt Lydia! Stop!

It's time.

Next we will hear the victim statement

of June Osborn.

Please raise your right hand.

Is there a Bible?

No, Ma'am. Not in this court.

Do you swear to tell the truth,
the whole truth,

and nothing but the truth?

I do.

Ms. Osborn, please take the stand.

In your own time.

My name is June Osborn.

Fred Waterford and Serena Joy Waterford

imprisoned me, beat me, and raped me.

I came to the Waterfords' house in 2017.

It was my second posting.

A few days after my arrival,

I was summoned to the drawing room,

where I was asked to kneel
in front of the Waterfords,

as witnessed by their
housekeeper Rita Blue

and their... driver Nick Blaine.

Mr. Waterford read a story
from the Bible

about Rachel and Bilhah.

After that, I was taken
upstairs to her bedroom.

There, Mr. Waterford raped me
while his wife held me down.

This happened for
three successive nights

every month when I was ovulating.

These were the legally sanctioned rapes.

There were others.

Mrs. Waterford was desperate
for me to get pregnant

and questioned her husband's fertility.

She ordered me to have sex
with their driver.

Another violation of Gilead law
that I could not refuse.

Mr. Blaine and I had intercourse,

while Mrs. Waterford was in the room,

watching us the entire time.

I did become pregnant
with my daughter Nichole.

My daughter.

During a visit to a doctor's office,

the underground resistance
movement in Gilead

provided the means for me to escape,

and I stayed in hiding for two months.

Eventually, I found my way
to an ally's small plane

leaving for Canada,

but just before takeoff, I was captured,

and I was brought back
to the Waterfords',

where the mistreatment
and abuse continued.

At nine months pregnant,
I went into false labor.

For this, Mrs. Waterford
was very angry with me

and felt embarrassed
in front of her friends

who had gathered to witness the birth.

As punishment,

Mr. Waterford raped me again...

while she held me down.

I struggled

and pleaded for them to stop.

They did not.

After I gave birth,
the Waterfords forbid

any contact with my daughter Nichole,

although I was still expected
to provide breast milk for her.

Eventually, I managed to convince them

to let me to spend some time with her.

Mrs. Waterford did make one attempt

to improve conditions for the women

and young girls of Gilead.

She appeared in front of
the Commanders' Council

and read out loud from the Bible.

For this crime of reading,
they cut off her finger.

Mr. Waterford, her husband,
did not object.

When I confronted Mr. Waterford
about his brutality,

he struck me and threatened
to cut out my tongue.

I hit him back,

even though it could mean
execution for me.

I suppose I was past caring by then.

Later, with the help of Rita Blue

and other housekeepers
in the neighborhood,

I had a second opportunity
to escape Gilead,

this time with my daughter Nichole.

But I couldn't leave my other
daughter Hannah behind.

So I stayed, to try to save her.

To bring her back

to her father,

my husband.

I failed.

This time, when I was captured,
I was sent to a new household,

where Mr. and Mrs. Joseph Lawrence

did not subject me to any rapes,

at great risk to their own lives.

But Mr. Waterford

later arranged for me
to be raped by Mr. Lawrence

as a test of loyalty.

The Waterfords drank coffee

while upstairs I had sex
with Mr. Lawrence

against both of our wishes
in front of his wife.

Mrs. Lawrence...

Eleanor...

was a kind and fragile woman,

and this experience

devastated her.

That was the last time
I saw Mr. Waterford...

until now.

I am grateful to be speaking
to you today.

But mine is just one voice.

Countless others

will remain unheard,

imprisoned by men like Fred Waterford.

Women...

my friends...

who lost their lives

and can never be heard.

It is for those women

that I ask the International
Criminal Court

to confirm the charges against this man

and put him on trial.

I ask for the maximum possible sentence.

I ask for justice.

Thank you.

Thank you, Ms. Osborn.

The defense now has the opportunity

to ask a few questions.

Thank you, Your Honor.

I remind you that this is not a trial.

Keep your questioning brief.

Of course, Your Honor.

You had an affair with
a married man, is that correct?

For months?

Ms. Mathis.

I just want the record
to show that Ms. Osborn

has a history of deceitfulness
around sex and infidelity.

And your adultery,

your sin,

that's why you're here today.

Isn't it true, Ms. Osborn,

that you chose to become a Handmaid?

It wasn't much of a choice.

It was either that or get sent
to the Colonies.

That is a yes, then?

You knew what you were signing up for.

You knowingly agreed to the Ceremony.

I didn't sign up to get raped when
I was nine months pregnant, no.

- It was another holy Ceremony.
- Mr. Waterford...

To bring God's gift
into the world safely.

It was for the health of the child.

Ms. Mathis, please control your client.

That's enough, Mr. Waterford.

God tests us. He tests
us with a heavy hand.

The sacrifices we all made
in Gilead were difficult.

But where else on Earth
is the birth rate rising?

Nowhere. Only in Gilead
because it works.

It works.

We chose God's path

and have been rewarded
for our suffering.

Tell me, how was I rewarded
for my suffering?

Your beautiful baby daughter
and your other daughter.

I let you see her.

I arranged for the two of them
to meet, a kindness,

- she left that out.
- I am done!

I am done.

Anything more can wait for your trial.

Come.

Commander, it was an accident.

Aunt Ruth got in my way,

- she is often clumsy...
- Oh, bullshit.

Aunt Ruth has a different story.

Not that I care about that one either.

But the Handmaid!

By, by all accounts she was obedient

and, uh, compliant.

They all are, these days.

They've known Gilead
most of their lives.

Unlike some.

Boy, it must be killing you
that June won.

Out of your reach, free as a bird.

And singing like one, too.

Well, she will...

answer to God.

We'll see.

Maybe she'll just wrap that old goat

around her little finger too.

June won because she knows
how to make people like her.

People do not like you.

They don't.

I, I can sympathize.

People don't like me either.

But...

These reports will stop.

Are you going to terminate me?

I don't want to.

I don't.

I want you back in form.

Oh.

The work that I'm doing,
that we, that we are doing

is the future of Gilead.

And that means the world to me.

Everything to me.

Yes. Yes.

So, no.

No.

I'm not terminating you.

But, uh, today, we have a situation.

A fugitive Handmaid captured in Chicago.

Ah!

The trouble that she's caused

and the defiance.

It's such a poor reflection
on your training. On Gilead.

Yes. Ah...

Commander, I,

I assure you, this girl was led astray.

This girl was your responsibility,

am I right?

Yes. Yes, she is.

Yes.

It's, uh...

fortuitous, I think, to have her
in our custody right now.

I know you, you enjoy inflicting pain.

Why... that isn't true.

I'm not judging.

Everybody needs a hobby, I guess.

Oh,

That's not true. I, I object to this...

But it is counterproductive
for you to inflict that pain

on your students at the Red Center,

let alone on your colleagues.

- Do you understand?
- I do, yes.

You need a better outlet.

So...

do with her what you will.

Oh, God.

It's just like Waterford...

to try to spin Gilead.

Lipstick on a pig.

The Internet's having a field day.

- Such a loser.
- Yeah.

Here she is. Woman of the hour.

June.

She was waiting for you outside.

Yeah, well, you had no business
trying to bring her in here.

Why? Who is she?

This woman was an Aunt.

Aunt Irene.

Why is she here?

We should call the cops.

This is not the time or place, June.

Why not?

Why? This is our group,

isn't it?

Who wants her to stay?

I'm trying to help you.

But it's up to you.

Fine.

Well?

You wanted to talk. Go ahead. It's okay.

I've done some terrible things.

Every Aunt has.

We were trained to
deliver the corrections...

Corrections?

You mean the beatings.

The torture.

The physical punishment

was meant to help keep all of you alive.

But what I did to you was worse.

And I never even touched you.

What did you do?

I learned she had a lover
at her first posting,

a Martha.

They continued the affair
after Emily was reassigned

to Commander Scott and became Ofglen.

So...

I informed the Eyes.

So you're the reason why
they hung that poor woman.

And you are the reason
why they mutilated Emily.

June.

What do you want?

Since I found out you were here,

I, I haven't had a moment's peace.

I want you to forgive me.

You crossed the border

and pretended to just
be any other refugee.

You lied.

You gave yourself a new life, a new name

and you thought that
you could just leave

all of the shit you did behind.

Why the fuck do you think
you deserve forgiveness?

We are all God's children.

Bullshit!

You people hide behind God
every time it serves you.

Please. Please, please, please, Emily.

Tell me what I can do
to make things better.

Nothing.

There's nothing you can do.

How was group?

It was fine.

Mm.

This is really good.

Oh, thank you. Thanks.

Look, I'm, uh, I'm really
sorry about today.

About coming to court and...

But at least now I know everything.

And maybe we can just move on.

I mean, if you want
to talk to me about anything

to do with Hannah or...

I don't.

We're good.

Okay. Okay.

All right. Well, I'm here.

I, I don't know what to do.

Hey, hey.

I'm trying.

Just tell me.

It's okay.

No, no, June.

June, stop. Just stop it!

Talk to me! Talk to me!

Talk to me.

Goodness. You look like
the wreck of the Hesperus.

It was Gilead that saved you, you know.

Our boys cleaning out Chicago.

They saved you from starvation.

And worse.

Where's June?

Is she dead?

Your friend is in Canada.

She is?

That godforsaken place.

She made it.

I always knew she would make it.

I don't know why you're so happy.

June left you.

No, she didn't.

Janine.

Don't tell me she couldn't
have taken you with her.

She's done it before.

Maybe this time, you were
just too much trouble.

It's difficult to know with that one.

So unpredictable.

Selfish.

I know what happens here.

I know it will keep happening
until I die.

Just don't make me
a Handmaid again, please.

Look what she's done to you.

She corrupts.

She destroys.

Everyone.

You poor thing.

You've spent your entire life

losing the people you love.

Aunt Lydia, please.

Just don't send me back into service.

I'd rather die here.

Okay.

Well, up you go.

Now...

there is no use in being theatrical.

Hm?

Whatever are we going to do with you?

I think it was shitty.

June ambushing you like that.

Oh. I, she...

you know, she thought it would help.

Did it?

I don't know.

It wasn't enough.

You want to see that woman again?

Uh...

I've said all I have to say.

All of us are just

searching for ways to move forward.

Take all that shit from
Gilead and just...

turn it into something...

useful.

I don't know if that's possible.

I mean, the Waterfords
can't be the only one

the I.C.C.'s going after.

I mean, an Aunt

in the Gilead power structure...

she'd be one hell of a witness.

Maybe you can talk to her again,

in private this time.

Get her to testify.

Yeah. Move forward.

Hm.

Protestors.

Sounds like more than usual.

I suppose that was inevitable.

Coming to court again today?

Did you believe what you said yesterday?

Of course I did.

Hm.

Well, shall we?

They heard us, Mrs. Waterford.

Whoo!

We love you, Serena! We love you!

I know we're all pretty shocked

about Irene.

Does anyone maybe wanna say anything?

It's...

so sad.

A trial would've been better.

Prison.

Bitch took the coward's way out.

What do you think?

Well, I think we're all better
than the worst thing we've done.

You shouldn't feel guilty, Emily.

Yeah, what that woman
did was her choice.

It must've been so traumatic.

Another hanging, like your Martha.

You know, you didn't have
anything to do with it.

Why don't we let Emily tell
us how she feels.

If she wants to.

I feel...

amazing.

I'm glad she's dead.

And I hope I had
something to do with it.

If my Aunt Lisa was here

or my fucking Commander...

If my Commander were here,

I'd cut his dick off...

make him eat it.

There you go.

The wife...

I'd use a broom handle...

Okay, everyone.

Um...

we've talked about this.

Anger is a valid emotion,

it's, uh, necessary,
important even, to heal.

But we can't live there.

Why not?

June...

Why does healing
have to be the only goal?

Why can't we be as furious as we feel?

Don't we have that right?

And I think that's the hour, ladies.

Pick this back up next week.

Thank you.

I'll stay longer
if anyone else wants to.

I'll stick around too.

Me too.

Thank you.

Yeah. Sure.

Luke, I need to tell you something.

I need to tell you about
the last time I saw Hannah.

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