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NARRATOR: Previously on The Handmaid's Tale...

Do you know Commander Mackenzie?

He has a daughter. Her name is Agnes.

Protect her, please.

Just love her for me. I promise.

SERENA: Hannah would attend

a school for domestic arts.

The one in her district is in Brookline,

by the reservoir.

CALHOUN: We need to look at starting a series

of district-wide Salvagings.

One last measured push

should roll up the last of the insurgent strongholds.

I've seen a lot of these reunions

and it's not always a storybook ending.

I don't want to make things awkward for you.

It is awkward.

But who cares?

LAWRENCE: Waterford asked to borrow you.

He's trying to force the Canadians to talk

about repatriating his daughter.

SERENA: You have to understand that

seeing her changed everything for me.

Seeing her changed you...

it didn't change this place.

WINSLOW: Here's to your bright future.

Perhaps here in D. C.

You know this is all gonna be over soon.

You're gonna get to go back home,

and we're gonna stay here.

And you and I will finally be free

of one another.

You will never be free of me

until both my children are safe.

I should have put a ring in your mouth

the day that we met.

I should have let you burn

when I had the chance.

[DRAMATIC MUSIC]

[MUSIC FADES OUT]

[FOOTSTEPS]

[WIND BLOWING]

AUNT LYDIA: Places!

By His hand.

HANDMAIDS: By His hand.

AUNT LYDIA: Heave!

[RATTLING]

Heave!

Heave!

[TENSE MUSIC]

[MARTHAS WHIMPERING, BREATHING SHAKILY]

AUNT LYDIA: The Lord is calling on you, girls.

He is depending on you

to be His holy instrument.

His charge is surely difficult,

but he has special blessings

for the strong

and faithful among us.

[WHISTLE BLOWS]

AUNT LYDIA: Drop the ropes.

Let's go.

AUNT LYDIA: Disperse.

HANDMAID: Come on. I'm freezing.

[SIRENS WAILING]

OFMATTHEW: I hear the woman

mistreated her child.

Let him just cry for hours and hours,

poor thing.

Yeah, it's a great reason to hang someone.

It certainly is.

His winnowing fork

is merciful and necessary.

Clearing away the rotted...

chaff so the good can take root.

[GROANS]

OFJOSEPH: What's wrong?

Nothing, praise be.

I'm fine. [EXHALES]

[SIGHS]

All right. Just breathe through it.

Come on.

[INHALES] In through the nose.

[EXHALES] Out through the mouth.

[INHALES, EXHALES]

There you go.

[DISTANT SIRENS]

Thank you.

Yeah.

OFMATTHEW: I've always loved being with child.

This time is...

difficult.

Did you tell the doctor?

OFMATTHEW: He said everything's normal.

I don't know what's wrong with me, I...

I wish it was over.

When I was first pregnant with Nichole,

I was...

pretty scared.

I had some thoughts that

I would be...

ashamed to admit now.

Well, I don't have any "thoughts."

My child is a blessing.

Uh-huh.

- [PA SYSTEM BEEPS] - ANNOUNCER: Notice of change.

Bee tokens are now usable

for both honey and bee pollen.

Bee pollen no longer requires

a separate token.

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

[SOFT MUZAK]

Ofjoseph, you walked right by the flour.

Blessed be the fruit.

OFJOSEPH: May the Lord open.

I saw two other veils yesterday.

I hear they're popping up all over.

We should salute their devotion.

Right. You do that.

Ofjoseph, they finally got a shipment

of that fruit cocktail you've been looking for.

I'll show you.

I love fruit cocktail.

OFERIC: Actually, Ofmatthew,

could you help me pick some avocados?

I can never pick a ripe one.

I'm happy to help.

Fruit cocktail, really?

I'm crappy at improv.

[PA FEEDBACK]

I'd hurry.

It won't last long.

ANNOUNCER: Last week of wheat bread this season.

Last week of wheat bread.

Thank you for coming.

I didn't know if you'd got my message.

Mrs. Mackenzie asked you to stop!

I can't. Could you?

How's she doing?

Agnes

couldn't be happier.

She's doing so well in school.

A school that would cut off her finger for reading.

My Commander can get us out.

All of us.

You could be free.

She's just a child!

To put her in that kind of danger is selfish!

She should be with her real parents.

I'm not so sure.

Then ask her.

I won't put her in that position!

Then I'll ask her.

You can't come back to the house!

Her school.

In Brookline.

I just came from my fourth hanging this week.

Do you think it's gonna get better?

[DRAMATIC MUSIC]

Go to the gate.

Guardian Parker, he's a friend.

He's there today.

He'll help you.

LENA: Thank you for your patience.

Just a few more details to go over.

What does all this have to do

with protecting the baby?

Gilead has provided us with an account

of Dr. Malek's criminal activity.

Criminal?

LENA: In their opinion,

yes.

Last autumn,

I understand you stole a government vehicle?

Yes.

LENA: They say you drove recklessly,

and intentionally struck a guard.

Yes.

LENA: You ran him over?

[SIGHS]

Yes.

[TYPING RAPIDLY]

LENA: On the night of your escape,

did you stab your supervisor?

Aunt Lydia?

Yes.

LENA: And you stabbed her in the back?

Yes.

[TYPING LOUDLY]

LENA: And then you threw her down a staircase?

Don't you know what that monster did to her?

- LENA: I do. - Syl, please...

LENA: I do.

And I don't enjoy asking these questions.

Believe me.

Dr. Malek,

did you take any other actions

that Gilead would see as criminal?

Probably.

[TYPING]

[SOMBER PIANO MUSIC]

SYLVIA: You know I don't care what you did there, right?

You don't have to deal with this on your own.

I'm fine.

I know you're not officially looking,

but...

I think you both could make a home

here in D. C.

I'm not even sure

where my home is anymore.

[CHILDREN GIGGLE]

Let me show you something.

[CROW CAWS]

This is one of the few,

unrestored houses left.

Just waiting for the right owners.

Ah.

[FLOORBOARDS CREAK]

MRS. WINSLOW: We can take all this stuff down.

SERENA: The light is beautiful.

Who lived here before?

I think they were Baptists?

The master's next door.

So you can hear everything.

And the other rooms already have bunk beds so,

when the kids are older...

I'll think about it.

MRS. WINSLOW: Let's go look at the master.

WINSLOW: Fred!

George!

WINSLOW: Just got word.

Canada's willing to talk about

a general extradition treaty.

Oh, that's great.

Early days, but...

you should be very encouraged.

Well, my initiative wouldn't have gotten very far

without your support and expertise.

We make a good team.

Extradition is delicate business.

It's gonna take time.

WATERFORD: Well, once Nichole's returned,

we'd do our best to move the others along quickly.

So much leverage comes from the child.

With her back home...

You want me to keep her there.

WINSLOW: Just for a bit.

Fred.

It's your vision that's brought us to this point.

In the end, Gilead will know whom to credit.

Think about it.

- Where's the Commander? - I don't know.

In some Commander place doing Commander things.

I have to get to Brookline by three o'clock

to see my daughter.

Good luck with that.

I can't go alone as a Martha.

BETH: Well, I'm not hauling my ass

all the way to Brookline.

Not with all the Guardians out there.

What if I take this up to Mrs. Lawrence for you?

BETH: Cool.

ELEANOR: Oh, thank you, dear.

That's okay. I've got it.

You can set the tea on the table.

OFJOSEPH: Mm-hm.

It's a beautiful day.

Would you mind if I opened the curtains for you?

[EERIE MUSIC]

Would you like to go for a walk?

ELEANOR: Joseph... wouldn't like that.

Oh, I'm sure he wouldn't mind,

if he knew how much you'd enjoy it.

[STUTTERING] I really shouldn't.

There's so many people...

But I'll be right there with you the whole time.

I'll make sure nothing happens to you, okay?

[BIRDS CHIRPING]

Promise.

- ELEANOR: Okay. - Okay.

Go get your coat.

[INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER]

Praise be, Mrs. Lawrence.

I haven't seen you out in ages.

ELEANOR: Blessed day, Mrs. Putnam.

NAOMI: I'm always asking Warren,

why haven't the Lawrences come over for supper?

Ah, well, you know how the Commander can be.

Oh!

Oh, she's gotten so big!

Hi, Button.

Oh.

We thought you were gonna die.

But you didn't.

You didn't die.

She's beautiful, Mrs. Putnam.

NAOMI: Thank you, Ofjoseph.

It's nice to see you getting along so well

with your new mistress.

That's a ripe Handmaid you have there.

I'm sure she'll give you a healthy child in no time.

ELEANOR: [SIGHS] She's such a pretty baby.

[INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER]

Such a miracle.

I'm so glad she didn't die.

[BABY COOING]

Mrs. Lawrence,

don't you think we should be going?

Oh, yes.

Have a lovely day, Mrs. Putnam.

You too.

[INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER]

[CROWS CAWING]

[CAR HONKS]

Mrs. Lawrence?

[BREATHES SHAKILY]

It's hard...

not to imagine what my own daughter

might have looked like.

Or...

little boy.

You and the Commander tried to have children?

Before?

I wanted to.

He...

he disagreed.

I was teaching full-time but...

it was a struggle.

They were always

adjusting my dosage.

[SIGHS]

I wish we could've.

Being a mother in Gilead

must pose its own challenges.

Maybe...

maybe we did the right thing.

Mrs. Lawrence, I lied to you.

My daughter's school is in Brookline.

Today may be my only chance to see her.

So...

I'm sorry.

I really am.

I'll take you home if you want.

No.

Let's go.

The T stop's only a block away.

I think I'm keen on an adventure.

Okay.

[TRAIN PASSING]

MOIRA: Canada needs to grow a pair

and tell Gilead to fucking go to hell.

EMILY: You know, I think it's tricky.

Diplomatically.

Yeah, but Nichole is a refugee

under their protection, just like us.

They need to protect her.

They do.

[ALTERNATIVE MUSIC PLAYS SOFTLY ON SPEAKERS]

Do you miss your old job?

Sometimes.

I guess I miss the people mostly.

Yeah, that makes sense.

So, okay.

Before Syl,

I'm guessing you were you a Sommerville girl?

Did you hit, like, Club Cafe?

Machine?

Me? No.

I, um, basically studied.

I hit up club bio lab most of the time.

[MOIRA CHUCKLES]

MOIRA: Uh, okay. Where'd... Where'd you go?

Harvard.

Oh... I know a few Harvard girls!

Um... God, what's...

Ah, oh! Diane McKenna!

She's brunette, uh... law school?

The law school was kind of separate.

MOIRA: Right.

Um...

Ooh!

Erica Biers?

Tina Sosa?

Sorry.

I went out with a firefighter

from Charlestown for a while.

Um...

But she wasn't out and she had a boyfriend.

Uh, Pina Delvaglio?

No, God.

How can we not have any gay in common?

Jeez, I'm pretty sure that this is the first time

this has ever happened in all of lesbian history.

Oh, I met Syl and...

that was it.

I know the feeling.

[PHONE BUZZES]

Oh, crap.

Shit. I gotta, um...

I gotta go.

Gonna go bird dog

the Canadian Minister of Border Security.

"Bird dog?"

Yeah, it's like protesting but like,

right up in their faces.

Can I come?

MOIRA: If you want to. Sure.

[MELANCHOLIC PIANO MUSIC]

Minister! Minister!

Why has your department refused

to declare Gilead refugees

safe from deportation?

The safety, safety of refugees is our greatest concern.

Canada's doors are always open to those in need.

PROTESTER: Are you gonna talk to us?

MOIRA: Stay on him! Minister!

Why are the Swiss here? Huh?

How can you even consider

negotiating with Gilead?

PROTESTER: Answer the question!

PRIME MINISTER: It's in the interests

of all Canadians and Canadian refugees

that we keep peace with all our neighbors.

There is no peace with Gilead!

Yeah. Hey!

SECURITY: Move back.

MOIRA: Why won't you just refuse Gilead

custody of Baby Nichole?

Birth mother's already surrendered her rights.

She didn't surrender anything!

June gave Nichole to me!

She wanted her baby out of that sick, twisted place,

you fuck!

Don't touch me!

Yeah!

EMILY: I risked my life to get her out!

- I did my part! - MOIRA: Hey, get off of me!

EMILY: Now you do yours!

You... Fuck!

Get the fuck off me! Get off of me!

Get your hands off me!

[SIRENS WAIL IN DISTANCE]

[BIRDS CHIRPING]

[INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER]

[HELICOPTER HOVERING]

[METAL GATES CREAKING]

GUARD 1: Front gate clear.

[OMINOUS MUSIC]

GUARD 2: Any movement there?

Guardian Parker?

Sorry, ma'am, Parker's not here today.

Can I help you with something?

Yes.

I was promised a tour of the grounds.

I'm Commander Lawrence's wife.

I'd be happy to arrange that for you.

GUARD 1: All clear.

[SCHOOL BELL RINGS]

[GIRLS SHOUTING PLAYFULLY]

[HELICOPTER HOVERING]

[GIRLS CONTINUES SHOUTING]

[GIRL TAKING INDISTINCTLY, LAUGHING]

[EMOTIONAL MUSIC]

Hannah.

Hannah.

Hannah.

Baby?

Hannah!

Hannah.

Hannah.

[GIRLS GIGGLING]

[BOTH GIGGLING]

Hi, baby.

My baby girl.

[HANNAH GIGGLES]

Hi.

[GIRLS CHATTERING PLAYFULLY]

GUARDIAN: Miss!

Miss!

ELEANOR: I was promised a tour

- of the grounds! - GUARDIAN: Ma'am!

I need to see the children!

GUARDIAN: I've already explained this to you.

Please show me the children!

GUARDIAN: I can't have you like this

in front of the children.

You told me I could see the grounds!

GUARDIAN: Step back, Ma'am.

- Eleanor? - ELEANOR: You left me.

I'm so sorry.

GUARDIAN: She won't stop asking about the children!

Why is she talking... She's confused!

She has health issues.

[INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER]

I'm sorry.

[ELEANOR SOBS]

Do you want me to take you home?

ELEANOR: Yes.

June.

Please.

Okay.

Come on.

Here we are.

Just...

[MUSIC TURNS DARK]

[SOFTLY] Forgive me, Ofjoseph.

[STAMMERING] I tried.

I really tried.

[FOOTSTEPS APPROACH]

[SIGHS]

I want you to rest.

Lie down.

Lie down.

LAWRENCE: Just rest, my love.

I had no intention

of putting her in any danger, sir.

No.

You should've seen her out there.

She came alive.

You should have seen her.

[DOOR OPENS]

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

[SMOOTH PIANO MUSIC]

SERENA: Thank you.

I'm not late, am I?

Never.

How was the gallery?

SERENA: It was extraordinary

to see all those pieces

in such an intimate setting.

And such a blessing

that so many were recovered

from the Art Institute.

Do you remember when we were there last?

You skipped out

on your cousin's baby shower.

SERENA: You skipped out too, remember?

Fishing trip to Lake Michigan?

[CHUCKLES]

Killing helpless creatures

or looking at art with my wife.

Not a hard decision.

Speaking of creatures,

this all looks delicious.

Liv would never say anything

but I know that she appreciates

having a night off from us.

The Winslows have been very kind to us.

Yes.

And you've been so very patient.

I know that we'll have a home

of our own again someday.

We will.

All of us.

I'm gonna bring Nichole back, Serena.

Just as soon as I can manage.

What happened?

I'm good at my job is what happened.

SERENA: I was becoming afraid

that it was more politically expedient

to have her stay in Canada.

Well, that's what some believe.

Not me.

I... I don't have a timeline yet,

so please don't push me for one.

SERENA: Of course.

Thank you, Fred.

[DOOR CLOSES, ELECTRICAL BUZZING]

[WOMEN LAUGHING, CHATTER]

MOIRA: Thank you.

So, Luke will probably be cool.

Uh, he might freak out.

It's unclear.

How 'bout Syl?

I honestly have no idea.

Well, um...

you're a prison bitch now. She might like that.

[BOTH CHUCKLE]

Maybe.

No, if Syl is mad, she won't tell me.

She's trying to give me space.

Space.

There's a lot she doesn't know.

I killed a Wife.

In the Colonies.

I poisoned her.

Okay.

I'm not sorry.

I killed a Commander.

I didn't have to. He was asleep.

But I did it anyway.

Look at what they've turned us into.

You killed anybody since you've been out?

EMILY: No. You?

Nope.

So I think we're good.

[PRETENTIOUS CLASSICAL MUSIC]

WOMAN: Thank you.

MAN: Thank you. Happy news.

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

- WINSLOW: Fred! - George!

WINSLOW: I have a group of skeptics

waiting for you to charm them.

Serena, so lovely.

If you'd be so kind, that way.

If you'd be so kind.

MRS. WINSLOW: Serena! There you are.

SERENA: You look beautiful.

MRS. WINSLOW: Oh, hardly.

But thank you.

Come this way.

Evelyn.

Serena Joy, this is Evelyn.

- Hello. - EVELYN: Blessed evening.

- MRS. WINSLOW: Gabrielle. - GABRIELLE: Blessed evening.

- MRS. WINSLOW: And Ticona. - SERENA: Blessed evening.

TICONA: Blessed evening.

Well, the space looks amazing.

Evelyn transformed it.

Thank you.

Although my Dennis will

take all the credit.

Isn't that what they all do?

MRS. WINSLOW: Every man needs a safe space to strut

for the other peacocks.

That's why we have our own peacocks

to strut for us.

MRS. WINSLOW: Yes.

[WIVES LAUGH]

Enjoy yourself, Serena.

You're among friends.

[ORCHESTRA CONCLUDES SONG]

[APPLAUSE]

[ORCHESTRA PLAYS SEDUCTIVE MUSIC]

You look stunning.

May I?

[MUSIC SLOWS DOWN]

[GUESTS APPLAUD]

[WIND HOWLS]

ALMA: What happened?

The Mackenzies are gone.

[DRAMATIC MUSIC]

Gone where?

ALMA: I don't know.

Not even my Commander knows.

AUNT LYDIA: Why the long faces, girls?

It's a glorious morning.

Take a moment to abide

in the sunlight of His grace.

Today we purify

that most grievous of sins...

the endangerment of a sacred child.

[MUFFLED WHIMPERING]

AUNT LYDIA: By a Martha,

of all people.

Conspiring against the child

she was trusted

to protect.

No sin is more vile.

[MUFFLED SOBBING]

Places.

By His hand.

HANDMAIDS: By His hand.

Ofjoseph.

[INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER]

No one escapes her sacred duty.

Heave!

Heave!

[MUFFLED WHIMPERING]

Heave!

[MUFFLED SOBBING]

[WHISTLE BLOWS]

HANDMAIDS: By His hand.

AUNT LYDIA: Let that be a lesson to you.

Disperse.

[MUSIC TURNS DARK]

[INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER]

[SOMBER VOCALIZING]

[SIREN IN DISTANCE]

OFMATTHEW: You should be thankful.

Your temptation's been lifted.

OFJOSEPH: What did you do?

[TENSE MUSIC]

I saw you at Loaves and Fishes

talking to that Martha.

Aunt Lydia told me to watch you.

To try and protect you.

What did you say to her?

I saved you.

We saved you.

You "saved" me?

What did you do?

What did you do?

Do you have any idea what you did?

Do you?

You fucking bitch!

- Do you? - ALMA: June, stop it!

Do you know what you did?

["EVERY SINGLE NIGHT" BY FIONA APPLE]

[MUFFLED] Do you?

♪ ♪

You fucking bitch!

FIONA: ♪ Every single night ♪

♪ I endure the flight ♪

♪ Of little wings of white-flamed ♪

[MUFFLED] Let me go!

FIONA: ♪ Butterflies in my brain ♪

♪ These ideas of mine ♪

- [MUFFLED] Let me go! - FIONA: ♪ Percolate the mind ♪

♪ Trickle down the spine ♪

♪ Swarm the belly, swellin' to a blaze ♪

♪ That's where the pain comes in ♪

♪ Like a second skeleton ♪

[BREATHING HEAVILY]

♪ Tryin' to fit beneath the skin ♪

[SONG CONTINUES]