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Fred, stop!

Previously on The Handmaid's Tale...

You let them do that to Serena.

We all have our roles to play.

Serena needed to be reminded of hers.

Did you try to find me?

I tried so hard.

Why didn't you try harder?

What did you do?

I did what was best for my child.

You're getting out of Gilead.

Have a nice life!

Don't get caught!

You gave her to a murderer!

I sent her away, Fred.

It was my choice.

I drove you to desperation.

It's the Handmaid.

You're sweet on her, aren't you?

It's dangerous, my friend.

- You're helping her escape?
- Yes.

She just needs a safe place to wait.

It's your funeral.

Come on!

Women like you are like children.

Asking for too much,
taking whatever you want.

Damn the consequences.

Who's in the basement?

Just Beth.

We saw a rat.

- She screamed.
- That's a lie.

I knew it was mistake taking you in.

Clean it up.

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Heresy.

That's what they're hanging for.

Not for being part of the Resistance

because officially,

there is no resistance.

Not for helping people escape

because officially,

there is no such thing as escape.

They hang for being heretics,

not martyrs.

Martyrs inspire.

Heretics are just stupid.

Was I being stupid?

I don't think Cora's up there.

I don't think Lawrence would do that.

Do you recognize anybody?

It's impossible to tell.

They're starting to smell.

Looks like the same batch
from yesterday.

And the day before.

Maybe they're done.

With Marthas.

Who's next?

No talking!

And, you, go join your walking partner.

Okay.

If I'm going to survive this,

I'll need allies.

Allies with power.

To be a man watched by women,

it must be entirely strange.

To have them watching him all the time.

To have them flinch when he moves.

To have them wondering,

"What is he going to do next?

Does he like me?

Will he keep me?

Am I safe here?"

Cora wasn't.

Blessed be the fruit.

May the Lord open.

Got the groceries.
Anything else I can do?

I got it.

Could you plate the pastries, please?

No problem.

Why are they coming here?

I don't know.

My old Commander said
Lawrence won't go to meetings.

They want to talk to him,
they have to come here.

That's how powerful he is.

Hmm.

Thanks for the insight.

Oh!

Sienna!

Sienna!

Go.

I went to the square.

I don't think Cora's up there.

So, she's on a bus to The Colonies?

Have you been getting
any messages at all?

Anyone who knows anything
is probably up on those gallows.

Beth, refill.

Coming.

He's testing us.

We're all disposable.

Are Marthas supposed to be clean?

Would you consider that
a basic criteria for the job?

Can I...

get the door for you, sir?

I don't know. Are you...

capable of solving problems?

Of making decisions?

Do you know what the penalty is?

For Handmaids who open front doors?

I'm actually asking.

I don't know.

What do you think the penalty should be?

What would be fair?

Forget it, forget it.

I guess you're not...

capable.

The shipment of females
from Chicago arrived yesterday.

Well, we have needs in
the agricultural Colonies.

They're not worthy of The Colonies.

I'm looking at a...

utility maximization framework

with a deteriorating labor supply.

I need workers.

Blessed be the fruit.

May the Lord open.

I hope you and Mrs. Waterford are well.

Do you?

Is Serena okay?

Well, after what you put us through,

I'm not sure.

She's tough.

She'll be okay.

So.

How is your...

new house treating you?

I pray that...

God will make me worthy
of my new Commander.

Oh, I'm sure you'll...

prove yourself.

What do you know about him?

He's...

an interesting man.

Instrumental in Gilead's creation.

Our visionary.

Mmm.

What else?

We've always found
him a bit hard to read.

Well, if you can't read him,

I don't know who can.

Lawrence is a survivor.

Aren't we all, sir?

He is particularly well suited to it.

He's not sentimental,

not like me.

I never found you...

overly sentimental, sir.

You were merciful.

You know, after everything...

I'm still alive.

I will always be grateful
to you for that.

But I am not in your house anymore.

I need you to tell me

anything about Lawrence

that you think could help me.

He does not like to be bored.

But I guess you...

knew that already.

Blessed day, Commander Lawrence.

It's a privilege to
be in your home again.

Yeah, I always hated commuting.

You two know each other.

Oh...

Yes.

You used to be Of...

Fred.

Do you miss it?

Well...

She's Ofjoseph now.

I should let you go.

Under His eye.

Sure.

You working hard?

Yes.

At what?

You don't have to answer that.

I'm not cold, Mom.

Oh, yes, you are.

Our prayer circle's
coming to the house today.

I'll try and stay out of your way.

No. No, they all want to see you.

What an honor for them.

I don't want to hang out
with your friends, Mom.

You're an excellent conversationalist.

It wouldn't be a real visit

if I didn't get to show you off.

I don't have any clothes.

Mrs. Manning gave us a dress
that she's outgrown.

I think it will fit.

This won't be too bad.

I'm gonna take it up a bit.

Fix that neckline.

There you are.

Praise be.

You look beautiful.

Lawrence wants you pouring
the Commanders' drinks

instead of me.

Why?

He said I wasn't pouring fast enough.

Pages ten through 16 detail

the expansion of our training
facility in Fort Stevens.

To support the troop surge in Chicago.

Phase one of the surge.

We need to prepare ourselves

for more troop
deployments down the line.

One last measured push,

and Chicago should roll up

the last of the
insurgent strongholds, no?

The insurgency's contagious.

We need to look at starting a steady,

sustained bombing campaign.

No, there is value to be mined there.

Children, fertile women.

Move on to the next.

On page 17, you'll see a timeline

depicting a series of
district‐wide Salvagings

beginning next week.

I thought we discussed

sending them to The Colonies?

The Colonies are a slap on the wrist.

They are merely women.

Women under the sway of terrorists.

We don't want our own women

becoming restless, do we?

Salvagings are an effective
tool of instruction.

It's been too long since the last one.

We know women can
inflate their abilities and...

think they belong in places...

they don't.

But they can also be put to use.

And they can be fun.

Ofjoseph?

We're...

puzzling out how to assess

an individual's value in the world

as it pertains to gender.

Weren't you a book editor,

once upon a time?

Yes, sir.

Are there any books on the topic?

Yes, sir.

Many.

Sex Differences in Cognitive Abilities.

The Descent of Man.

An oldie but a goodie.

That's... That's what you
were thinking of, right?

I think I have it here somewhere.

Uh, would you get it for me?

It's on top of the bookcase
to the right of the door.

Oh, the...

stack on the left.

Third book down.

Yellow lettering.

Good job.

Is there anything else
I can help you with, sir?

No, I'm good.

You're done.

See? Women can be useful.

Your mother has a lot of friends.

She's an excellent conversationalist.

I made something for you.

Here.

You will get through this, ma'am.

By His hand.

What's left of it.

Though the Earth give way,

though the mountains
fall into the sea...

God is our refuge and strength.

Dear Lord,

please heal my wife.

For my beloved is mine

and I am hers.

God is our refuge and strength.

And the Lord shall
guide thee continually

and satisfy thy soul in drought.

Make fat thy bones.

Show us Thy mercy, O Lord.

Thank you for your prayers.

Is anyone else in need of comfort?

Serena?

Dear Lord, Serena Joy
has suffered a great loss.

Please give her relief
from her distress.

Be merciful to her

and hear her prayers.

The Lord is close to the brokenhearted.

He rescues those
whose spirits are crushed.

Psalm 6:2, please.

Be merciful, O Lord,

for I am faint.

Heal me, O Lord, for my soul

is in anguish.

Dear Lord, we pray for
the safe return of Serena's child.

And we pray for her marriage to heal.

For love is strong as death.

Wives, submit yourselves

unto your own husbands,
as unto the Lord.

For the husband is the head of the wife.

Even as Christ is
the head of the church,

so let the Wives be to their
own husbands in everything.

Let every wife see

that she revere her husband.

This is the word of the Lord.

When we first were married,

I'd come home and open
the door but just a crack.

I'd wait.

I'd listen for your footsteps.

I'd push open the door a little more.

I'd get a glimpse of your hair,

long and loose.

I'd...

dole out to myself

little helpings of you,

like a kid with dessert.

The kind of man I had become.

Married to a woman like you.

Coming home to you.

Other men, I...

... felt sorry for.

They had nothing to work for,

nothing to fight for.

They didn't get

to have you.

A Commander is...

the head of the household.

The house is...

what he holds.

To have and to hold,

till death do us part.

I may not be

a perfect man but I...

will try to be better.

If I lose you,

I lose everything.

That sounds good.

Would you like to run through it again?

I compose myself.

My self is a thing I must now compose

as one composes a speech.

I'm not proud of myself for this.

Or for any of it.

What?

You think an accountant
could make a good cook?

Yes, sir.

Binders full of women.

I thought you might like some tea.

Thanks.

Long day?

My work is just beginning.

At least the people are gone.

It's tiring having people around.

Does it seem like that would be

particularly difficult
for someone like me?

Oh, I don't really know

what you're like, sir.

Do you consider yourself good
at managing people?

Not particularly, no.

You seem like you'd be
good at making friends.

Good at influencing people.

Good at intimacy.

Thank you.

Did this really work on Fred?

Not exactly an intellectual giant.

But, then again, neither are you.

Perhaps you don't know
me well enough yet...

sir.

Here's what I don't get.

If women don't want

to be defined by their bodies,

why are they always using them

to get what they want?

Maybe they aren't.

Maybe men are just
too easily distracted.

Speaking of the Waterfords,

you really mucked up that house,

didn't you?

Had Fred demoted,

Serena defingered,

baby baby‐napped.

You left the place literally in ashes.

Do you think they got
what they deserved?

No one in Gilead gets
what they deserve, sir.

How could they not realize how...

transactional you are?

I did what I had to do.

You think if you get me
to like you, I'll help you?

I think that you might try.

I think you might try
to do the right thing.

What do you know about the right thing?

I know you helped Emily
escape with that baby.

And I know you let the Marthas run

a resistance network out of your house.

You have to let the rabble‐rousers

blow off a little steam

or they'll smash everything to bits.

Do you want to know why

I helped Emily?

I think you felt guilty.

I think you felt sorry for her.

You want me to feel guilty
and sorry for you?

Do you?

I helped Emily...

because she is unnaturally smart

and could be useful to the world

one day.

If you were smart, you would
have gotten on that truck.

You know why I couldn't.

I think I care more about

your daughter than you do.

I'm saving the planet for her.

I'm replenishing

the human race for her.

What are you doing?

I am trying to be her mother!

She has a mother.

You met Mrs. Mackenzie.

She's a lovely woman.

She never stole anybody's husband.

Do you know that she organized

a thousand food baskets for orphans

in Africa back when there were orphans?

What did you ever do to help anyone?

Except edit esoteric,

useless books that no one

was ever gonna read instead of

picking up your sick
daughter from school.

Useless.

You wrote esoteric books.

You did that.

God.

It must be scary.

Huh?

Seeing the numbers on those spreadsheets

turn into real people?

Real people being executed?

Knowing that if no one
had read your books,

we would all be better off.

It must be hell being a man like that.

Far worse than useless.

You know what I get it.

I get why you would do this.

I suppose you would hole
yourself up in a house like this,

playing games with people's heads,

doing a good deed or two
every once in a while,

so that you can fucking sleep at night.

How tempting it is to...

invent a humanity...

for anyone at all.

Come on.

Let's take a drive.

There will be no Salvagings.

They're bound for The Colonies tomorrow.

So they'll die anyways?

All save five.

I was able to...

requisition five to serve as Marthas.

Good for you.

Five is better than none.

Make them all Marthas.

We only have five openings.

You get to choose...

who is worthy

of becoming a Martha.

You'll have all the
information you need.

Names, ages, occupations,

academic attainments,

moral stains.

That's dumb.

Who gets to define morality?

Just choose the best people for the job.

No.

I thought you might enjoy

being useful, for once.

None of them deserves to die.

What if I told you,

if you don't choose, they all die?

I am not responsible for their deaths.

You are.

Gilead is.

A technical distinction

that won't mean anything to these women.

But I can see it's important to you.

And that's more important
than anything else, isn't it?

I'm not doing it.

I won't.

Close it.

Oh!

Oh, you're all wet.

You've gotten too used to
the mild climate in the city.

She's forgotten how we must
battle the elements out here.

Why don't you go upstairs,
dear, and change?

I'm fine.

You need to get out of those wet things.

No, I'm fine.

Let Clara fix you some
warm pumpkin soup.

Clara, can you please excuse us?

I really wish that you hadn't
invited those people over.

I'm sorry, dear.

You told them everything about me

and about my marriage.

You're right.

I shouldn't have done that.

Why did you do it?

Now that I know, I...

won't do it again.

What can I make you to eat, dear?

Stop it!

You want me to go back to Fred.

I only want you to be happy.

I need you to know what it
was like between us...

No.

And the things that we did.

Those things are private.

That's because you don't want to know.

Because none of it matters.

Look at you,

all the gifts you've been given.

But you need everything to be

exactly how you want.

A spoiled little girl.

I'm sorry.

You know there's no place

in this world for you without Fred.

You need to take a deep breath

and see things.

You're a beautiful woman.

And Fred,

you and Fred together,

the Waterfords?

What a fine couple.

That doesn't mean anything.

It can.

It can mean everything, if you let it.

Oh, God.

Stop, Serena. Enough drama!

It's the worst thing in the world

to watch your child in pain.

The worst pain any mother could bear.

No, it isn't.

What?

It's not the worst.

It might help you to stop

indulging those feelings.

The self‐pity.

You gave that baby away.

And it wasn't even yours.

I'm going to draw you a hot bath.

A hot bath will help.

Hi.

Hey.

You're not here for me.

How did this happen?

It was my due.

So you're a Commander now and

you can go get Hannah.

You can get me out.

I'm sorry.

Why?

Why can't you?

Is there something wrong with Lawrence?

Lawrence is a psychopath.

What do you know about him?

I don't know anything.

- Can you find out?
- Not really.

He's too high up.

What can you do?

Can you do anything?

What are you good for?

I'm getting deployed.

To the front.

Chicago.

You'll get killed.

I wanted to say goodbye.

Goodbye.

You have a visitor in the parlor.

Blessed be the fruit.

Hi.

How are you?

Serena?

Do you think about her?

Every minute.

How do you stop?

How do you remember her?

How do you see her?

In the bath.

She loved the water.

She's gonna be a swimmer.

Remember how she used to raise her hand?

It's like she had a point to make.

That's the politician in her.

I think she gets that from you.

She isn't mine.

Serena,

only a mother could do what you did.

If you can just think...

If you can just think about

all the other mothers

who have...

Who have had their children
taken away from them.

Like you.

There has to be something we can do.

That isn't why I came here.

We can help each other.

We cannot count on them.

They hate us, Serena.

They are not on our side.

I tried.

You have to try harder.

Um...

I'm not that person anymore.

You're scared.

Use it.

Maybe we're stronger
than we think we are.

I made my choices.

There was a time when women

were able to choose.

"We were a society dying",

Aunt Lydia would say,

"of too much choice".

"We know the sacrifices
you are expected to make",

she'd say.

"It is hard when men revile you".

We have five new Marthas

for the Resistance:

an engineer, an IT tech,

a journalist, a lawyer,

and a thief.

How do you know?

I chose them.

Upstairs now.

Eleanor's sheets need changing.

Hey, Sienna.

We survived another day.

Mother, I think,

wherever you may be,

can you hear me?

You wanted a women's culture.

Well, now there is one.

It isn't what you meant,

but it exists.

And here's what we do.

We watch them.

The men.

We study them.

We feed them.

We please them.

We can make them feel strong

or weak.

We know them that well.

We know their worst nightmares.

And, with a bit of practice,

that's what we'll become.

Nightmares.

One day,

when we're ready,

we're coming for you.

Just wait.

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