All language subtitles for The.Handmaids.Tale.S06E07-en

Previously on The Handmaid's Tale...

They want to put me on the Wall, June.

Maybe we'll be next to each other.

What if I told you, that
by this time next week,

every single one of those
goddamn men would be dead?

Serena Joy, will you please do
me the honor of marrying me?

We're going to reform Gilead together.

You're still subjugating yourself
to a powerful man, Serena.

Oh, Gina!

I will stay. But only until
you can get my family out.

But you can do that, right?

Eventually. It could take
a while. A year or two.

That asshole, Commander
Bell can't keep his hands off her.

- He's obsessed.
- I am trying to give you a way out!

There is no way out!

Lydia, how can you be so fucking blind?

Have you been unfaithful to my daughter?

No, sir.

Then what were you
doing at that place tonight?

These lies, they're gonna
land you on the Wall.

I can't help you unless you're
completely honest with me,

- do you understand?
- I understand.

I love you. It's always been you.

Hide!

- Be quiet!
- Go!

Jezebel's, that club downtown?

- Yes.
- I shut it down.

I found out the Resistance
was planning a massacre,

the slaughter of every
Commander in attendance.

It was Nick who discovered the plan.

It was Nick who told me everything.

He showed real initiative,

started an investigation on his own.

So impressive.

Oh, my God.

Get up!

On your feet! Go! Move! Move!

No! Stop!

Get off me! No!

Get up! Get on!

Move, you damn traitors!

- Get in there!
- Shut your mouth!

Please, don't hurt them!
You don't have to hurt them.

Don't hurt them. No,
you don't have to do this!

Don't do this!

Wait!

We didn't do anything!
We aren't trying anything!

Not her.

No! No! Don't shoot
them! Don't shoot them!

No!

No!

- Shall we go for that walk?
- I'd love to.

Your friend was taken.

But I'll find out where.

He wanted the whole place gone.

I never said...

I didn't say it was them.

Never said the girls
had anything to do with it.

Are they dead?

I didn't think he would do that.

Take me back.

Stop the car. We're almost there. Stop.

Let me drive you all the way.

No. Let me go.

- June, what are you doing?
- Let me out.

June. Hey!

You know, you never cared
what I did when it helped you.

I killed those two Guardians
to protect you and your friend.

And your husband.

And those men were just doing their
jobs. One of them was 19 years old.

You pretend like I'm not a Commander

or an Eye,

unless it suits you.

I never pretended.

Well, you didn't face it.

And now you have to.

You gave up those
women to save yourself.

We all want to save ourselves. We're
fucking human. That's what we do.

You're just like them.

And you love me,

so what does that make you?

- June.
- Don't.

June!

June!

Hell.

No.

No, Moira doesn't know
how they found out either.

What matters is all
those women are dead.

Hi.

Oh.

Are you okay?

You heard?

Yeah. Yeah.

Look, we, uh...

We're trying to find out what happened.

Nick told them.

Wh... Wha...

How did he know?

June. June.

I thought I could trust him.

He's a Commander in Gilead.

He doesn't give a shit
about the Resistance.

He... He doesn't want us to win!

The... The only thing
he ever cared about

is you.

And because of that, you're gonna
run 'round like he's some hero?

Like he's this fucking savior

that you've been pining
for ever since you got back.

You think I don't see it?

What?

I don't know what to do.

Don't be in love with a fucking Nazi!

How 'bout that?

Commander Blaine.

Rita Blue is here to see you.

Hey.

I, uh, I just wanted to make
sure June got out okay.

Yes, she did.

It's hard to see her go.

You know you will see
each other again someday.

You will.

I don't think so.

Why not?

She thinks I'm a monster.

Nick, I've known you a long time.

You're a good man.

No, not without her.

Yeah, you were.

You were.

Remember, we were friends
way before June came along, so...

We were never friends.

I was afraid of you.
You were afraid of me.

We would've crossed
each other in a second if...

if it helped us to survive.

Yeah, maybe.

Maybe.

Before we knew each other...

but not now.

You're just saying that 'cause
you want me to get your family out.

Don't you...

Don't you want to be a man
who does the right thing?

I don't get to have what I want.

I was counting on you.

This is Gilead.

The only person you
should count on is yourself.

A bridal shower really was
the last thing on my mind.

Um, I'm very touched.

Well, we had to celebrate.

Did you stop by
Marigold's for your gown?

Well, they really do make
the most exquisite dresses.

Good. I was worried you'd use some

tacky little dress shop
in New Bethlehem.

We've heard so many stories.
What's it really like there?

Is it as... modern as people say?

It is less strict.

But we do still follow the
same values as Gilead proper.

But all those refugees,
do they follow God's word?

Can't be safe with them just
milling about unsupervised.

It really is quite peaceful.

The residents are very happy
to reunite with their families.

It's a credit to your husband.

High Commander
Lawrence is really responsible

for the success of New Bethlehem.

Well, when he talks,
it's all he talks about.

My husband says his
ideas are too radical.

Reckless, mine says.

Is there anything reckless

about a community building
on their devotion to God?

Living in harmony with
respect to one another?

Well, my husband says that...

And what do you say?

What are your hopes and
dreams for Gilead's future?

I will be starting a fertility
center in New Bethlehem,

which means more healthy children.

Isn't that what this was
all about to begin with?

Yes, but... the present system works.

I think we can all attest to that.

There will be no Handmaids
in New Bethlehem.

Except, of course, the ones that retire

and work as attendants
in the fertility center.

Nobody will want those women around.

Lord, no. Give me my child,

God bless, move on.

Move on to where? To do what exactly?

These women are holy vessels.

They carried our children.

Where would you suggest
that they spend their retirement?

Well, that's for the
Commanders to decide.

Though I must say,

it is refreshing hearing you give
the matter so much consideration.

- Who would like more tea?
- I'd love some.

Lovely. Please. Mm-hmm.

My office sent options
for our house in Boston,

but it's a challenge finding something
tasteful that'll be big enough.

Serena?

The Wives were so dismissive today.

They mocked my ideas.

They think New Bethlehem is a folly.

- Which Wives?
- All of them.

Well, you're the future Mrs. Wharton.
They will treat you with respect.

Seems their husbands don't
support our ideas of reform either.

Well, then they need to be
reminded who they're dealing with.

A proper wedding will remind them.

Okay. Well...

that means we can't get
married in New Bethlehem.

We'll need to have
our wedding in Boston.

A grand celebration fit for
the Highest Commander,

with all the other
Commanders and their Wives,

Economen and women.

Aunts, Marthas, Handmaids.

Handmaids?

It won't be a traditional Gilead wedding

without the whole
community in attendance.

Yes. I suppose you're right.

It will be a show of unity. With
everyone represented and us on top.

Hmm.

I just hope there's enough
time to change venues.

Well, if anyone can make it happen,

it's you.

- Blessed day, Aunt Lydia.
- I can't be bothered today.

Oh, my goodness,

you've not heard the news.

Pray tell, Aunt Phoebe.

Commander Bell is insisting
we send a fresh cloak

and dress to his new Handmaid.

The Bells want a Handmaid?

But they're newly married.

The Commander is insisting.
He's made his wishes clear.

He wants Janine.

He rescued her from
that nightmare at a brothel.

Oh!

Oh, thank God! Oh!

Oh, thank God. Oh.

Oh, thank God!

She's already there,
Aunt Lydia, at his house.

Praise be. Oh.

Praise be. Oh.

Oh. Praise be.

- Praise be.
- Praise be.

I think we gotta move.
What do we do now?

I trusted him for so long. I...

I forgot who he was.

He never gave you any
reason not to trust him.

I mean, you were
stuck in Gilead getting...

and then he was kind to you.

He helped you survive.

I mean, you'd be dead
if it weren't for him.

June, we might all be.

You know that doesn't justify anything.

No...

um, but it makes it...

I don't know, understandable?

Shit, if I had a commander at
Jezebel's who was trying to save me,

think I'd fall in love with him too.

I mean it.

Serious, if he was like, hot enough.

No one's hot enough.

I'm talking Angelina Jolie hot.

Nick is not Angelina
Jolie hot. Not even close.

- Halle Berry?
- Absolutely not.

Sigourney Weaver, Alien?

Or, oof, Rihanna?

Are you kidding? What are
you even talking about right now?

No one's hotter than Rihanna.

I know.

- I'll leave you to it.
- I'll be right back.

Be a couple of minutes.

- Ellen...
- No.

I think, um,

I couldn't think about how
much I was maybe hurting you.

Yeah, well.

You'd gone through so much.

Don't do that.

That's no excuse.

I don't want you to stay with
me because you feel sorry for me.

I don't want you to pity me.

What do you want?

I want you to be happy.

And I want you to be with
someone that deserves you.

What do you want?

I should want to leave you.

But I can't.

I can't either.

I miss her so much.

Do you think that she's the
only reason we're still together?

Not the only one.

- Ah!
- Aunt Lydia, blessed day.

Commander Bell, it
is a joy and a privilege!

Mm-hmm. Let me get that for you.

I prayed to God for her
rescue and He delivered you.

Ah.

You know, God answered my prayers too.

My dear girl, Ofpaul,

is she adjusting?

Well, we've been working
on her adjustment all morning.

She's quite the firecracker, isn't she?

Blessed day to you.

Would it be possible for me to see her?

Oh, I'm sorry, Aunt Lydia, no.

Our girl is very tired after
all she's been through.

Ah, well, then I'll see
her at the wedding.

Ah, no. She won't be going to that.

Why not?

Well, she's not ready for
public viewing at the moment.

Car coming!

We should kill you for what happened.

Join the club.

War Hawks want him dead too.

Commander Lawrence, Ellen.

So you're here 'cause you're scared?

Ye... You want to see me that way
after everything I've done to help,

go ahead. Knock yourself out.

We've got work to do.
We've got War Hawks to kill.

I don't take orders from
Gilead Commanders!

Go in peace.

What the fuck? Who does he think he is?

Ellen, he's not the one who exposed us.

He's still a fucking fascist.

Packing it in?

I always thought you were
an idiot for trusting him.

Well, you trusted him
too. You put him in charge.

I was always selective
in what I told him,

and I sure as hell never
let his smoldering gaze

obscure my better judgment.

Why are you here?

I want you to get these
people to find another way

to kill those Commanders
like you promised.

They don't want to
hear anything from me.

When has that ever stopped you?

Look, I'm really sorry that, um...

those Commanders want to kill you,

and I'm sorry they're
probably gonna succeed,

but I really just can't do
anything for you right now. So...

Serena never quit.

No.

She clawed her way back into power.

She's, uh, about to become
Mrs. Wharton, Queen of Gilead.

Where are you gonna be, June?

Watching the pageantry in
Boston from a trailer park in Alaska?

What makes you think I give a
damn about what Serena does?

So when Serena's
broadcast all around the world

in her beautiful little wedding dress

surrounded by Handmaids
in their beautiful little red veils

staring at the floor

because they're not
allowed to meet her eyes...

That's... That's gonna
sit right with you?

That's the legacy?

That's the way June Osborne's
last chapter in Gilead ends?

My last chapter in Gilead
ended when those women died.

Janine's not dead.

She probably wishes she were.

That pervert... Bell?

Made her his Handmaid.

I hope she kills him in his sleep.

At the wedding...

did you say there were
going to be Handmaids?

She'll invite everyone important.

She'll put on a huge show.

And she's going to
choreograph every move.

She will micromanage every detail.

Where people sit. What they experience.

No one there is going to see anything

that she doesn't want them to see.

And while she is planning
her perfect wedding,

we will be planning too.

We just got busted at
Jezebel's. All those women died.

Exactly. They just had a big win.

They're arrogant, they're
relaxed. They let their guard down.

The Handmaids had
nothing to do with Jezebel's.

No one will suspect them.

That's a lot of people.

The odds of compromise
are extremely high.

Handmaids are trained not to talk.

All those Handmaids at that wedding?

One giant group, anonymous, veiled?

- Moving as one.
- Yeah, that's how we'll hide.

You sure you're ready to go back?

Hell, yeah. I'm going with you.

They don't have any weapons.

Anything they can use is locked up.

I'll smuggle them in.

We'll get them to the Red Center,

then slip them to the posted
Handmaids at the wedding.

We won't be able to extract
you. Not until it's done.

We're gonna see this through to the end.

The bombs are still in place.

Be a shame not to use them.

Chaos, panic. Confusion in the city.

Perfect time to bring in your military.

This event, with all those
Commanders in one place...

Gilead will beef up security.

Serena's definitely going to insist
on extra Guardians at that wedding.

And she's gonna pull them

from all over the city and the border,
leaving Boston more unprotected.

We will use all of
our friends. Everyone.

And anyone who hates Gilead.

Anyone who has ever been
fucked over by that place.

Serena will make sure
all eyes stay on her.

Her narcissism brought down one nation

and is about to bring down another.

Because those Commanders and those Wives

are gonna be so busy eating and dancing

and having the time
of their fucking lives

that they will never see us coming!

Blessed evening, Commander.

No doubt.

What brings you to the
Red Center, Commander?

I've scheduled a meeting for you.

The Department of Human Reallocation
will hear your plan tomorrow.

In D.C.

I didn't expect you to care
about retired Handmaids.

Well, a fertility clinic in New
Bethlehem is the perfect tourist trap.

I'd be missing the Whartons' wedding.

Oh, a small sacrifice.

I... I can't think of
anyone who could make

the case to D.C. better than you.

Oh, well, I'd like to
go, of course, but...

could I postpone?

No, no, no. The car will
be here in a few minutes.

The flight is... It's tonight.

- May I be of assistance?
- Yes!

Hi. I could use your help.

I think I saw a small break
in the fence over there. Um...

Might be an animal, maybe a weasel?

God forbid, it's one of
the girls, but who knows?

I'll check it out.

Thank you. Better to be safe, right?

You're a dear.

Blessed evening.

Your girls, Lydia, they need you.

- Well, by God's grace.
- By His grace.

Blessed be the fruit.

Let the Revolution begin.

I can't believe you guys are here.

The Handmaids are on board,
but they're not gonna believe it,

not until they see you.

Mm. How 'bout the Marthas' network?

Ready and waiting as well.

Good work.

Commander Bell won't let your
friend Janine come to the wedding.

So, she doesn't know the
plan, she hasn't been read in.

- What?
- Shit.

I'll take care of it.

Wait, wh... June.

We can't leave her behind and
we can't let him off the hook, so...

You sure?

I'll be fine.

Okay.

Oh! Watch yourself.

I'm so sorry, Aunt Lydia.

What in heaven's name are you doing?

I was looking for a,
um, a mop and a bucket

- and I got myself all turned in circles.
- A mop?

I spilled some tea.

And, you know, it's all clean now, so...

Sorry again, Aunt Lydia.

Well, you see, I'm
going to D.C. tonight.

Tonight, oh, my goodness.

I don't like leaving the
girls before the wedding,

but it can't be helped.

The girls will be on their best
behavior, you have my word.

And I will hold you to it.

The Lord is watching.

And He will protect us.

And you, on your journey.

Safe travels, Aunt Lydia.

Um... Okay, what are we doing here?

We're here for Janine.

Yeah.

We're here for all of those women.

Yeah. Yeah.

So, keep going.

Come on, say something,
um, leader-ish. Leader-y.

- Leader-ish.
- Yeah.

Um... Hmm.

The Lord is our shepherd...

We shall not want.

And though we walk

through the valley of
the shadow of death...

we will fear no evil,

for You are with us.

You comfort us

in the presence of our enemies.

Our cups runneth over.

Surely goodness and mercy

shall follow us all
the days of our lives.

And we will dwell in
the house of the Lord.

Forever.

And, please, dear God...

give us the strength to murder
those goddamn motherfuckers.

Ah-fucking-men.

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