All language subtitles for The Handmaids Tale S06E08 Exodus 1080p AMZN WEB-DL DDP5 1 H 264-NTb

- [gunfire]
- [screaming] No!

[June] Previously on
The Handmaid's Tale...

[Wharton]
Nick told me everything.

The resistance was planning
a massacre. I shut it down.

[Nick] You pretend like I'm not
a Commander, or an Eye

unless it suits you.

You gave up those women
to save yourself.

June!

I was counting on you.

The only person
you should count on is yourself.

[Aunt Phoebe]
Commander Bell, he wants Janine.

My dear girl, is she adjusting?

We've been working on
her adjustment all morning.

She's not ready for
public viewing at the moment.

[Serena] The Wives were
so dismissive today.

They need to be reminded
who they're dealing with.

A proper wedding
will remind them.

Okay, 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.

She's about to become
Queen of Gilead.

- Where are you gonna be, June?
- At the wedding.

All those Handmaids?
One giant group, anonymous?

- I'm going with you.
- They don't have any weapons.

[June] We'll get them
to the Red Center,

then slip them to the posted
Handmaids at the wedding.

We will use all of our friends.
Everyone.

And anyone who hates Gilead.

Anyone who has ever been
fucked over by that place.

[Lawrence] I've scheduled
a meeting for you.

The Department of
Human Reallocation

will hear your plan tomorrow.

I'd be missing
the Whartons' wedding.

Small sacrifice.

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

but it can't be helped.

Let the Revolution begin.

Dear God, give us
the strength to murder

those goddamn motherfuckers.

[intense music playing]

[June] They wanted us to look
like we'd been dipped in blood.

Some fairytale figure
in a red cloak.

It seems ridiculous now
to contemplate

how important clothes were
to us before.

We had closets full of them.

We took jobs we hated
so we could buy more of them.

So we could be fashionable.
So we could be on trend.

We couldn't figure out
how to get rid of them.

So we threw them in landfills.

We poisoned the water.

We brought on
ecological collapse.

All because we believed
that these garments

that we put on our bodies
told the world who we were.

It was a lie.

A lie Gilead believed too.

So they assigned us colors.

They dictated what we wore.
Who we could be.

They used our clothes
to divide us.

To dehumanize us.

But tonight, those clothes
will be our weapons.

Tonight, we will use
these clothes to start a war.

They put us in red,
the color of blood, to mark us.

They forgot that it's also
the color of rage.

[church bells ringing]

- [church organ playing]
- [indistinct chatter]

[door opens]

- [soft collective gasps]
- [hushed murmurs]

[fanfare playing
on church organ]

O come, let us sing
unto the Lord.

For the Lord is a great God,
and a great King above all gods.

Come, let us worship
for the Lord, our maker.

Dear Lord, we are gathered here
to celebrate a new beginning,

a new marriage of the faithful

and the just

in accordance with
the divine laws of Gilead.

High Commander Wharton,
as you pledge fealty

and devotion to your new wife,
so we all renew our fealty

and devotion to our own.

For we honor God
and we hold fast to our wives,

and we are no longer two,
but of one flesh.

What God has joined together,
no human being must sever.

Dear God...

[clattering]

We ask that You bless this union
as You forgive us our sins

and purify us from
all unrighteousness

and temptations of the will.

We have all sinned,

fallen short
of the glory of God.

All of us are sheep who stray.

But in your ultimate wisdom,
You allow us to repent

and guide us home if
it pleases You, Lord Almighty.

- We wait?
- Plan B.

Pass them at the reception.

[Nick] And please, Lord,
make this new union as fruitful

as the blessed union

with my own wife

in bringing forth mine
own child, first and forever.

[orchestral music playing]

[indistinct chatter, laughter]

Girls, greet your sisters
from the Red Center.

[Handmaids]
Blessed be the fruit.

May the Lord open.

[June] Godspeed.

[announcer]
Ladies and gentlemen,

please welcome High Commander
and Mrs. Gabriel Wharton.

[guests applaud]

[orchestral music playing]

[music continues playing]

[eerie music playing]

[jazz music playing]

[indistinct chatter]

- Joseph.
- Serena.

- Why are you so nervous?
- Nervous?

Why would I be nervous?

Well, despite all this
pomp and circumstance,

I have not abandoned our goals.

I'm as committed
to our reforms as ever.

All the more power
to you, Serena.

Not just power for me, Joseph.

Power for all the women
in Gilead.

Glory be.

Now, excuse me while I go visit
my most important guests.

You know, your Handmaid,
my Handmaid now?

You know, my Dad,

he's got the best Handmaid
in the whole country.

Just one ceremony, bam.
Twins every time.

[June] Shit.
Serena's heading over.

- God damn it.
- Handmaids, gather, please.

I'd like to speak with
all of you, if I may.

[Aunt Phoebe] Girls, gather
quickly for Mrs. Wharton.

[June] Get in the back.

It is so meaningful to me
to have all of you here.

I am painfully aware
how little gratitude we show you

for your sacred service.

But change is coming.

I am making it my personal goal.

Wonderful.

Girls, say thank you,
Mrs. Wharton.

[Handmaids]
Thank you, Mrs. Wharton.

Thank you so much.

You know, I had a Handmaid
myself, once.

And I could have been kinder
to her. Um...

To be honest, she could
have been kinder to me.

We both said and did
unforgivable things

to one another,

but that made us equal
in vengeance and in spite.

And now I can count her
as a good friend.

And although it has been
a challenge to repair

our relationship,

I do believe that my former
Handmaid forgives me.

- Mrs. Wharton, Rita.
- Rita.

I was just speaking about
forgiveness

and the importance of moving on.

Perhaps you might share
how you have done it.

Oh, uh, well, you set a goal,
and you work towards it.

Keep your eyes
on the prize, ladies.

[Serena] Yes, excellent.

I do wish that I could see
all of your faces.

Forgive me for interrupting,
Serena, but it's time now.

Oh, it's not too early?

- No, no, no. Now's perfect.
- All right. Um...

I will be back for
our group portrait.

I want all of you unveiled
for it.

I would like to celebrate each
and every one of you

as individuals.

May God bless you.
May God keep you.

Praise be.

- [all] May the Lord open.
- [Rita] Just this way.

- Thank you. Thank you.
- Thank you.

[all applauding]

[guests cheering]

- How long is it gonna take?
- One to two hours.

They'll go home
and they'll fall fast asleep.

And then we're on.

Blessed be the posted Handmaids.

[indistinct conversations]

[man] Yeah, I know, it's good.

[Naomi] This is delicious.

[Lawrence] I had my fill, but...

- Oh, no, thank you.
- [Lawrence] Go ahead.

You should have some more.

[Naomi] I think I've had enough.

[Lawrence] No, no, no.
You deserve it.

You eat like a bird.

[June] Get them back
to the Red Center.

I'll go with the posted
Handmaids.

And be careful.

[woman] You have to have some.
It's good luck.

- [man] Yes, I will.
- [Moira] You be careful.

- Make sure he's passed out.
- [June] Don't worry.

Get them ready.

Blessed be the fruit, dears.

[Handmaids] May the Lord open.

It's time for our blessed
farewell, chop chop.

My girls, back
to the Red Center.

The rest, to your households.

Pretty lines, girls.
Quick as mice, now.

We'll meet you
in the Red Center.

- Godspeed.
- Take care of them.

Lydia, how wonderful to see you
before we head out.

Mrs. Wharton,
you look beautiful.

[Serena] Thank you.

I'll make sure to arrange
a plate for you.

I hear it's delicious,
although of course

we haven't had a minute
to enjoy it ourselves.

Please enjoy. Praise be.

[Aunt Lydia] Praise be.

June?

June!

June!

- June!
- [gasps]

- Praise be, Aunt Lydia.
- Aunt Lydia.

Ah! I'm so glad
you could make it.

[Lawrence] Lydia! You bailed on
my meetings.

I think June Osborn is here.

You're losing it, lady.
June Osborn is in Alaska.

Alaska?

[Aunt Phoebe]
Commander Lawrence, please.

Aunt Lydia has had a long day
and night of travel.

We have to get you a seat
before you pass out.

Get her a piece of fruit.
She's hallucinating.

[Aunt Phoebe] Hi, excuse me.
Can you take Aunt Lydia

and get her a big steak
and a glass of red wine?

And for dessert, some cake.

- Thank you so much. Okay.
- This way.

Welcome home, Commander.

- Mrs. Wharton.
- Thank you.

A gift from Commander
Bell Senior is in the parlor.

Thank you.
I think I know what it is.

Ah. Wait.

[squeals]

- Oh, yes.
- [laughs]

I have been wanting to do this.

Welcome to your new home.

[Serena chuckles]

Oh.

[sighs happily]

What do you think?

It's perfect.

Please.

- Blessed be the fruit.
- May the Lord open.

- I'm Commander Wharton.
- Praise be to you.

May God make me truly worthy.

This is a great honor.

I'm told she's the most
fertile Handmaid in Gilead.

But I'm fertile.

Yes, of course, God willing.

And we'll try, but you're only
one person, my love.

No.

No, I will not have a Handmaid
in our house.

We've talked about having
a big family.

- Now, OfGabriel...
- Don't call her that.

- That is her name.
- No, it's not.

She will help us fulfill
our duty to God.

To bear fruit and multiply,
as our sacred vessel.

She's not a vessel.
She's a human being.

- What is your name?
- Ofgabriel, ma'am.

No.

What is your real name?

- Christina.
- Christina.

Leave this house.
Run. And don't ever come back.

Ofgabriel, please,
go to your room.

[breathing unsteadily]

What is wrong with you?

I was so stupid
to do this again!

- Serena--
- I was wrong about you.

I thought you were a better man,

but you're
just like the rest of them!

[shouts] Enough!

[sobbing]

[breathing heavily]

Now, I have
continually indulged you,

compromised, accommodated.

I have made
radical changes to my life,

I have bent
to your liberal attitudes,

but I will not
turn my back on God.

[scoffs]

You think God wants
this abomination of a marriage?

You have deceived me.

[Noah crying]

[sobbing]

[Noah continues crying]

Serena!

[nanny] I think he wants you,
Mrs. Wharton.

We can't stay here.

You have gone insane. Stop!

[snaps fingers]

I forbid you to go.

[Serena sniffles]

[breathing unsteadily]
Let me out.

No. You are my wife now.

Your place is in this house.

You have nowhere to go.

You are under my...

Under your what?

Under your what?

Your rule?

What are you going to do?

Cut off my finger?

Beat me with a belt?

Because all of that, all of it,
has happened to me before,

and I will survive it.

And I will survive you!

[breathing heavily]

I'm not something to survive.

I am a good man...

...and a good husband.

You can't be.

You're a Commander.

Step aside, Harry.

Mrs. Wharton
would like to leave.

[opens door]

- [Noah whimpers]
- [breathing unsteadily]

[china clinking]

[indistinct chatter]

Sir, who was there?

- Ma'am?
- Who sat there?

The Handmaids, ma'am.

[chair scrapes back]

[clears throat]

[intense music playing]

[gasps]

[exalting music playing]

[door opens]

[Aunt snoring]

[snoring]

[door opens and closes]

Aunt Lydia, are you,
um, feeling better?

Are the girls all right?

Of course.

They're all tucked in,
safe and sound.

I, I, um... I made
some cookies using your recipe.

Come to the kitchen,
I'll show you.

I must check on the girls.

Something's going on.

[metal clicks]

[intense music playing]

[Peter] Aunt Lydia.
Blessed evening.

How was the wedding?

Unlock this door. Open it!

[keys jingling]

[sighs]

Oh, for goodness' sakes.

Sorry. My apologies, Ma'am.
Uh... Okay.

Open it!

- Peter, stay alert.
- Yes, Ma'am.

For goodness' sakes.

[dog barking in the distance]

[suspenseful music playing]

They've been in bed
for over an hour, Aunt Lydia.

[gasps]

[whimpers]

[wind blowing]

[door opens]

[telephone ringing]

[breathes deeply]

Bell.

[speaking indistinctly]

What? Repeat yourself.

[voice continues
speaking indistinctly]

June Osborn.

Nice to meet you.

- [June grunts]
- [grunts]

[phone clatters]

[Bell groaning]

[grunting]

[gasping]

[exhales]

[exhales]

[sighs]

[breathing heavily]

[footsteps approaching]

[Janine] June?

- Hi.
- Hi.

[breathing heavily]

Thanks.

[Aunt Lydia] O Lord,
God of vengeance,

God of Vengeance, appear!

Rise up, judge of the earth,

and render punishment
to the proud!

Do you think the Lord
does not know what you do?

He who made the ear,
shall He not hear?

He who formed the eye,
shall He not see?

And He who knows all
shall He not punish the wicked?

[Handmaids sobbing]

Peter!

[all whimpering]

No! Lydia...

[Aunt Lydia] You! Liar!

What are you up to?

Why are they
still in their clothes?

Why did they hide their cake?

Aunt Lydia!
Get the fuck away from her!

Who are you?

You don't remember me?

What is your name?

Why do you care?

Why do you care,
when you stole it from me?

- [gun cocking]
- [exhales]

My name is Moira...

...you fucking bitch!

[all gasp]

You're working with her!

- Who?
- I was right. She's back!

I know she's back.

Where is she?

I don't know
who you're talking about.

Where is she?

[all sobbing]

I will not hesitate
to shoot a traitor.

Tell me, where is June Osborn?

[June] I'm right here.

[Aunt Lydia] I knew it.
I knew it!

You did this.

No, Aunt Lydia.

[exhales] You did it.

You trained us to be like this.

After you beat us
and after you mutilated us,

after you tortured us...

After you took
our children away.

You did this.

But I think
that you've seen things

that you can't unsee.

And I think
that you've learned things

that you can't unlearn.

And I know
that in your heart of hearts,

you know that rape is rape,

and you know
it wasn't our fault.

And we don't deserve this.

And we're not fallen women.

We're rising up because
in each and every one of us

is this immaculate soul
that was given to us by God

that is just
crying out for dignity

and freedom.

Do not presume to know
what is in my heart or God's.

Yeah. No, you're right.

I won't.

But I would like you
to ask yourself...

Lydia, if you think that...

God wants this for us?

For your girls?

If God would allow all of this.

Or...

is there a God

that would empower
a woman like you

to stand up for us.

To arc toward the light,

and to finally declare...

enough.

Because we,
all of us, together...

We've had enough.

Oh!

He hurt me, Aunt Lydia.

They hurt us.

- They raped us.
- [Aunt Lydia murmurs]

You gave us to them.

I only ever meant
to save my girls.

If you want to save us,
let us go.

Please, Aunt Lydia.

[breathing heavily]

[Handmaids weeping]

I'm sorry he hurt you, dear.

[Aunt Lydia sobs]

Come.

Yeah, yeah. Come on, let's go.

Let's go.

Come on, come on. Let's go.

Oh, God, help me!

[sniffles]
God, help me!

[sobbing]
Oh, God, help me.

Oh, God, help me.

Oh, God, help me.

[crying] God, help me.

[sobbing]

[intense music playing]

[June] We took the clothes
they used to enslave us

to liberate us.

Who were we under those clothes?

Who could we be?

Who had they prevented us
from being?

Mothers and daughters.
Readers and writers.

Professionals. Friends.

We were angry.

We were exhilarated.

We were ready
for a new beginning.

The dress became our uniform.

We became an army.

[intense music playing]

An army to free ourselves
from the prison of the dress.

To free ourselves to become
who we were meant to be.

Who we deserved to be.

We would take our freedom

and use every last ounce of it
to fight.

And so we fled...
away from the darkness...

...within and without...
and into the light.