All language subtitles for The.Handmaids.Tale.S02E09.WEBRip.x264-ION10

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

‐[Nick] Where'd you get this?
‐They fell when I moved
the trunk.

‐Did you read these?
‐[Eden] Of course not.

I left a first draft
of your agenda
for the Canadian trip.

[Commander Fred]
Now, I'm sure you'll be glad
that things are back to normal.

You saw her
the last time
we were here.

I know you know Ruby.

I know her, too.

[Rachel] As soon
as we know more,
we'll let you know. I promise.

[Moira] Luke, hey.
Where're you going?

You don't want to
know that she's okay?

[Luke] She's not okay.

She's alive. Have faith
that she's alive.

You involved the Handmaid
in your transgressions?

I did what I thought
was necessary.

[Commander Fred]
Now we must make amends.

[belt whipping]

[children chattering]

[birds chirping]

[dogs barking]

[Offred] This could be
an Airbnb.
Not a great one.

Three‐star reviews, maybe.

"Amazing house,
tons of character,
nice view of the yard.

Owners are super polite,
but creepy as fuck.

Some ritualized rape required."

Or it could be a room
in a rooming house
of former times,

for ladies
in reduced circumstances.

That's what I am now.

My circumstances
have been reduced.

I suppose
I'm one of the lucky ones.

I still have circumstances.

A chair, sunlight.

I'm alive.

I feel the baby move.
These are not small things.

These are not things
to be dismissed.

These are the things
that are possible,

in my reduced circumstances.

This room, this house,

the way to the store and back.

Everything else is impossible.

Hannah. Luke.

A dive bar with great music.

A really sharp machete.

It does no good
to want the impossible.

[knocking on door]

‐Blessed day.
‐[Rita] Blessed day.

We've been summoned.

[Offred] What's happening?

They'd tell me?

[indistinct chatter on radio]

Ah, there you are.

I hope I didn't
keep you waiting.

I'm taking a short trip
for work.

Mrs. Waterford
will be joining me.

While we're gone,
Isaac will watch over
the house and the baby.

Blessed be the fruit.

May the Lord open.

[Commander Fred]
I know you all will be
on your best behavior.

Yes, sir.

Yes.

Where are you going?

Canada.

Praise be.

The terrorist attack has
given us an opening
for diplomacy.

Maybe some good can come
from this tragedy.

My trust in you.
Keep them safe.

Yes, sir. I will.

[footsteps receding]

[sinister music playing]

[indistinct chatter on radio]

[door opens]

The attentive mother.

[Serena]
The gray mold is back.

I already lost
a tray of cuttings.

I'm sorry.

Fred, you don't need me
to come with you.

The plants will survive.
I promise.

It's the third trimester.

This trip is for the baby.

We're building his future.
You're a crucial part of that.

Canadians think women here
are oppressed.

That they're voiceless.

I need you.

To show them
a strong Gilead wife.

Who can find
a virtuous woman?

For her price is
far above rubies.

Why don't you get cleaned up?

[sniffling]

[sighs]

I made these.
For your international travels.

They have
real chocolate chips.
Rita had a token.

I've never seen a token
for chocolate before.

Thank you.

They look good.

You're welcome.

Such an honor.

You're going to be
representing Gilead.

I'm on a security detail.

The Waterfords want
to show off the best.

[indistinct chatter on radio]

I'm gonna miss you.

It's just a few days.

I know. I'm still going to.

[Nick sighs]

‐[crows cawing]
‐[sighs]

[indistinct chatter on radio]

[suspenseful music playing]

[pigeons cooing]

[footsteps approaching]

Blessed day.

How are you feeling?

Good. Tired.

It's not long now.

No.

God will watch over you,
my love.

I hate to leave.

We will be fine.

I promise.

Blessings for a safe trip.

Thank you.

Offred, I've given it
some thought.

You'll be leaving the house
as soon as the baby is born.

No, the...

The Handmaids stay
till the baby is weaned.

Well, I think we've all had
more than enough
of one another.

Don't you?

Yes...

Mrs. Waterford.

[indistinct radio chatter]

[indistinct radio chatter]

[car starting]

[man] Car four
holding position.
We're loading.

[female reporter on TV]
Security was tight today

at Toronto Pearson
International Airport

for a historic occasion.

‐The first visit to Canada...
‐[gasping]

[Luke] What's up?

That's Waterford.

[female reporter]
The identity of the official,
seen here with his wife,

has not been made public,
nor has an agenda
for the visit.

Here is
political reporter Brent
with more.

[male reporter]
Trade will almost certainly
be a major topic of discussion.

Our economy
is still recovering

from the loss of
the former United States

as trading partner.

Another long‐hoped‐for‐goal
is calming tensions

along the Canada‐Gilead border.

A lot of work
to be done there,

and today marks
a promising start.

[female reporter]
Thank you, Brent.

A spokesperson
for the American government
in Anchorage

expressed deep disappointment

at Canada's perceived
normalizing of Gilead

and its controversial,
even retrograde policies.

The Canadian government
did not respond...

[Moira]
He needs to be arrested.

It's not possible.

He's a fucking war criminal!

I agree, but right now
it's not possible.

‐He kidnapped my wife!
‐He's a serial rapist!

Just send some Marines
to the goddamn airport

‐and arrest him!
‐Moira!

This isn't our country.

In the end, we are guests
of the Canadian government.

You're not gonna do
anything about it.

There's protests planned.

I encourage you
to speak out.

What's the point?

I wish there was more
I could do.

Yeah. Thanks for your time.

[softly] Oh, God.

[heavy breathing]

[siren chirps]

[sirens blaring]

[indistinct chatter on radio]

[lively chatter]

[bell tolling]

[hip‐hop instrumental
music playing on speakers]

[horns blaring]

[lively chatter]

[indistinct talking]

[upbeat music playing
on speakers]

[gasps]

[man] Taxi! Hey, taxi!

[exhales]

[man]
Commander Waterford, welcome.

Stuart Williston. PMO.

[Commander Fred]
How do you do?

This is our Deputy Minister
of Foreign Affairs,
Claudine Fournier.

[Commander Fred] Enchante.

Vous parlez francais?

Uh...

[speaking French]

And our associate,

Deputy Minister
for Immigration,
Kevin McConnell.

Pleasure.

[Kevin]
I was very fond of visiting
the States before.

With my husband.

Well, in the coming years,

we anticipate that tourism
will be a key part
of our economy again.

I hope that
you'll both return.

When we feel welcome.

Commander Waterford,
please follow me.

We'll be meeting down here
for most of the day.

‐Mrs. Waterford, I'm Genevieve.
‐[Serena] Pleasure to meet you.

Here is your schedule
of today's cultural activities.

Oh, thank you. How lovely.

[Genevieve]
I'll show you to your room.

[sighs]

[Serena] These orchids
are just exquisite.

Mine are so finicky
with moisture.

[Genevieve] Is gardening
a common hobby for Wives?

‐Am I using
that term correctly?
‐Yes, thank you.

Um, it is quite common,
I think.

Although everybody does have
their own passions.

What about you?

[Genevieve] I don't have
much time outside of work.

When I can, I read.

I studied French literature
at university.

I like to cook, but I don't
get much opportunity.

Honestly, I really
do work a lot.

Too much, probably.

Well, for some people,
their work is their passion,

if you're truly blessed.

I'm told you enjoy
knitting as well?

Yes, yes, very much so.

‐I can make a bad scarf,
or a bad hat.
‐[chuckles]

That's about it.

[indistinct radio chatter]

[Ofwarren]
Has the baby dropped yet?

[Offred] No.

It's so crazy.
It's... It's just like,

boom, there's someone
sitting on top of
your vagina.

[chuckles]

I think Mrs. Putnam's gonna
let me see Charlotte
again soon.

She say that?

No, but I have a feeling.

Charlotte smells like me.

I used to sniff her head
while she was nursing,
and she's just...

You just... You can't
keep people apart
who smell like each other.

You just can't.

[Isaac] Quiet.

[indistinct radio chatter]

When the baby comes,
don't forget to ask
for your ice cream.

Serena isn't gonna
let me stay.

What?

No, that's not fair!
You have to nurse her.

‐[Isaac] Hey!
‐Well, no,
she needs her mommy!

‐[Isaac] I said, be quiet!
‐You be quiet!

‐Come on, Janine.
‐No, well, we're having
a conversation.

Shut your mouth, Unwoman.

Suck my dick!

‐[grunts]
‐[groans]

[Offred] Janine! Janine!
Are you okay?

[Isaac] We're going home.

‐Janine! Janine,
are you all right?
‐[Isaac] We're going home.

I have to...
Janine, are you okay?

Can you stop it?
Let me go! Janine?

Janine!

[indistinct chatter on radio]

[Isaac] Come on.
Get the other one home.

[indistinct talking]

[people laughing]

[elevator dings]

Don't stare.

Hello.

Are you a princess?

Uh, no. No, honey, I'm not.

‐I'm sorry.
‐Oh, it's fine.

She's precious.

You're very lucky.

[elevator dings]

After you.

We'll get the next one.

You should take it. Please.

Come on.

Blessings to you.

[sighs]

Hello. A Riesling,
by the glass, please,
if you have it.

‐[bartender] Yes, ma'am.
‐Thank you.

[man] Excuse me.

Could I get a bourbon neat?

Want one?

Sorry, sir,
there's no smoking in the bar.
You'll have to go outside.

Uh, it's freezing.

[bartender] Sir,
that's the policy.

[puts out cigarette]

[bartender] Thank you, sir.
[man] Mmm‐hmm.

You think
he likes doing that?

Telling people what to do?

Well, I wouldn't presume.

Oh, I do. All the time.

Do you mind if I join you?

Too presumptuous, right?

Sorry.

My other vice is
talking very respectfully
to beautiful women.

[chuckles]

I'm afraid
I don't speak to the press.

Well, lucky me.
I'm not the press.

‐For later?
‐No, thank you.

‐Not a smoker?
‐Mmm.

I quit, so your information
is out of date.

We do our best.

We?

Mark. Tuello.

Mrs. Waterford. Blessed day.

Blessed day to you.

So, you're from the embassy?

No. But I am a representative
of the American government.

Which American government
is that?

We're still a nation.

Smaller than before.
But we still wield some power.

That's true. But alliances
are always shifting.

Very true.

So, what do you do
for your American government?

Mmm.

I've got a...
Got a good job, actually.

I help people.
It's very rewarding.

I can help you.

With what?

Well, you don't
want a cigarette.

Maybe a new life.

[chuckles]

No, thank you.

Mrs. Waterford, we could
have you on a plane
to Honolulu in an hour.

You'd never have to go
back to Gilead again.

I'm afraid I didn't pack
for the beach.

You could tell your story
in your own words.

You write it,
and we will publish it.

A Commander's Wife
would make
excellent propaganda.

A well‐spoken
Commander's Wife.

Do you really think
that I would leave my home?

People often leave their homes
in search of a better life.

So far, all you've offered me
is treason and coconuts.

Gilead blames
the fertility crisis
on women.

On their sinfulness.

We see the problem often
originating with the men.

Some of the best
scientists in America

have been working
on fertility for years.

And they've made
some progress.

Now, think of it.

A baby of your own.

And freedom.

I have a child on the way.

That's not your child.

You don't know
what you're talking about.

I'm sorry.
I meant no offense.

If you had done
better research,

you would know that I would
never betray my country.

I thought you already did.

It was nice to meet you,
Mr. Tuello.

Pleasure.

I've read so much about you.
I didn't think
we'd ever get the chance.

Maybe we'll run
into each other again.

[indistinct talking]

[gasps]

[indistinct chatter on radio]

[Rita] Where's the chicken?

We had to
cut our shopping short.

[Rita] Doesn't change the fact
a growing baby needs
protein, and fat.

Beans. We'll have
some beans for supper.

[Eden] Praise be. It set.

[Isaac] Ah.

What, uh, kind is that?

Strawberry.

They had some
at the market
last week.

All the way from California.

[Isaac] It's really good.

[Eden] Glory be His bounty.

It's time for your nap.

Rita, could you bring me
a cup of hot milk?

Just when you have a chance.

My pleasure.

[footsteps approaching]

[knocking on door]

As requested.

‐Thank you.
‐Mmm‐hmm.

Mrs. Waterford wants me
to leave the house

as soon as the baby comes.

And she's the boss.

Must be what
she thinks is best.

Do you?

It doesn't matter
what I think.

When Hannah was baptized,
we asked my best friend
to take care of her.

In case something
happened to us.

I know what a godparent is.

And they don't
baptize babies here.

I know.

I want my baby
to know kindness.

I need her to have
someone kind...

in her life.

By His hand.

That boy downstairs is
maybe 20 years old.

And he can tell me
to do anything.

He could break my jaw,
and no one would say boo.

I'll do what I can.

Thanks.

Drink your milk.

[door closes]

There you go.

I got you someone.

[indistinct talking]

[all chanting]
No hate! No fear!
Gilead's not welcome here!

No hate! No fear!
Gilead's not welcome here!

[chanting continues]

[crowd clamoring]

[crowd booing]

[woman shouting indistinctly]

Hey, Waterford! Waterford,
you fucking piece of shit!

Commander Waterford,
if you don't mind.
And you are?

Luke Bankole.
You raped my wife.

[Commander Fred]
You have a twisted perception
of our country, Mr. Bankole.

But we all know the media
doesn't care much
about the truth these days.

Hey, hey, you're gonna
remember my face,

'cause I'm gonna
remember yours.

And this is all
going to be over someday,
you piece of shit.

You should remember
your scripture, Mr. Bankole.

His Kingdom endureth forever.

Fuck you!

Gently, please.
He is a lamb of God.

[Stuart] I am so sorry.

We worked very hard
to secure the building.

Aw, it's fine. There's a lot
of misinformation out there.

People are bound
to get riled up.

‐Shall we?
‐Yes, sir.

[crowd clamoring]

[door opens]

[door shuts]

[Commander Fred]
We made progress
this morning.

Border security
is on the table,

maybe even extradition
of illegal emigrants.

You seem worried.

Are you thinking
about the husband?

No.

It was unpleasant.

But we soldier on.

[gasping]

[lively chatter]

[mellow music playing
on speakers]

You leave me the fuck alone.

I know June.

She's my friend.

Yeah?

Is she all right?

She's fine.

She's not fine.

She's pregnant.

[exhales]

By...

By Waterford?

Yeah.

Oh!

[sobbing]

Oh, God.

You people, you people
are fucking monsters.

Get the fuck out of here.
Get out. Get out.

‐Get the fuck out!
Get out of here!
‐Okay, okay.

Get out!

Wait! Wait, wait, wait!
Wait, wait, wait!

Have you...
Have you seen, um,
our daughter? Hannah?

Is... Is she all right?

I don't know.

Why did you come here?

I have something for you.

[sighs] From June.

She gave these to me
a while ago.

Maybe you can get them out.

Who are you?

I'm just a driver.

Listen, you, um...

You look out for her?

And you tell her
that Moira made it out,

and that she's living
with me now.

And you tell her
that I love her.

And you tell her
that I'm not gonna...
I'm not gonna stop.

No matter what happens,
I'm not gonna stop.

‐You tell her that.
‐I'll tell her.

Okay, thank you.

Thank you, um...

Nick. My name's Nick.

[cars honking in the distance]

You're in the home stretch now.

How are you feeling?

All right.

Your young Guardian
told me there were
some problems yesterday.

With disobedience.

I spoke out of turn.

I see.

It won't happen again.

Sometimes, late in pregnancy,
there can be...

a rush of hormones.

Girls get quite forgetful.

I've been a bit spacey
these days.

Perfectly normal.

But we must all remember
to try and follow the rules.

Yes, Aunt Lydia.

[blood pressure meter hissing]

Wonderful.

Aunt Lydia,
can I be honest with you?

Of course, dear.

The reason why I was
talking to Janine yesterday

is 'cause I was worried.

Mrs. Waterford said
I have to leave the house

soon as the baby comes.

That is her prerogative,
of course.

Whatever the mother
feels is right for
the welfare of the baby.

Right.

Uh...

I want that as well.

Good.

[Offred]
You know that this can...

be a difficult house.

Children need to be
in a safe place.

I know what children need.

Did anyone ever ask you
to be a godmother?

In the time before?

I will make allowances
for girls in your condition,

but insolence is not permitted.

This baby is gonna
come into this house...

very soon.

And, in my experience,

any man who would
hurt a woman
would hurt a child.

What are you saying?

I'm saying...

I'm saying this baby
needs protection.

I would never, ever

allow anything to happen
to a baby.

Praise be.

Aunt Lydia, thank you.

[sniffles]

I was godmother
to my sister's child.

He died when he was
four days old.

I'm sorry.

It wasn't my fault.

[sniffling]

"My name is Maria Corrente.
I'm from Somerville, Mass.

They killed my wife
and took our son.

His name is Thomas."

[Erin sighs]

Eun Jung Park.

She worked at Forever 21.

She's a Martha now.

[Moira] This one was a nurse.

She's a Handmaid.

Tried to hang herself.

Fucking letters!

I thought that package
was gonna have

like C4 in it or whatever.

Something to make
Gilead go boom.

This could go boom.

[crowd clamoring]

[Commander Fred]
Good morning, Stuart.

We won't be conducting
this morning's session,
Mr. Waterford.

You can go directly
to the airport.

We'll have your luggage
brought down.

[chuckles] I don't understand.

You and your wife
are no longer welcome
in Canada.

Forgive me,
is there an issue?

Last night,
someone uploaded
a series of letters

from women in your country,

and the public reaction
here in Canada
has been overwhelming.

[Commander Fred]
Are you really going
to cancel an entire agenda

based on some
anonymous slander?

We believe the women.

Yesterday you believed me.

Our former position
is no longer sustainable.

[softly] Coward.

[crowd clamoring]

I don't know
how you live with yourself.

It's sad
what they've done to you.

Go in grace.

[crowd clamoring]

‐[crowd clamoring]
‐[banging on car]

[buzzer sounding]

Look at this. They can't
even control their own people.

[gasps]

[woman] They're not yours,
you fucking prick!

Not Ruby, asshole.

[gasping]

[crowd clamoring]

[indistinct talking]

[phone vibrating]

Oh, hey, hey, hey,
everybody. Everybody.

The motherfuckers
are officially out
of Canadian airspace!

[all laughing and cheering]

[Moira] Yeah!

[softly singing
"America the Beautiful"]

♪ O beautiful for spacious skies,
For amber waves of grain ♪

♪ For purple mountain majesties
Above the fruited plain ♪

♪ America, America
God shed His grace on thee ♪

♪ And crown thy good with brotherhood
From sea to shining sea... ♪♪

[sobs quietly]

[gate buzzer sounding]

[dogs barking]

[chains clanking]

[dogs barking]

[door closes]

[Commander Fred] What a mess.
I'll never hear the end of it.

It'll die down.

Thank you for coming.

Of course.

[Commander Fred]
We're...

lucky in a lot of ways.

Aren't we?

Yes, we are.

[somber music playing]

[owl hooting]

[knock on door]

Did I wake you?

No. I couldn't sleep.

[sighs]

Welcome home.

How was it?

It was good.

The letters,
from Jezebel's...

They got out.

What?

It made a difference.

[gasps]

Thank you.

What?

I met your husband.

Luke?

He came after the Commander,
called him out.

Scared him, definitely.

‐Did he get hurt?
‐No.

I found him after.
Gave him the letters.

He's the one.

He's the one
who got them out.

Is he... Did he...

Did he seem okay? Was he...

Was he okay?

He loves you.

He told me he'll never stop.

[sniffling]

Thank you for that.

Thank you
for bringing me that.

He wanted me to tell you
that Moira got out, too.

Moira?

I think she's staying
with him now.

She...

[chuckles]

Oh, my...

Oh, my God.
They could kill each other.

[chuckles]

I should go.

Eden's probably wondering.

Yes, okay.

[tense music playing]

I love you.

[sighs]

[chuckles]

[Offred] Moira was
Hannah's godmother.

Is.

Moira is Hannah's godmother.

And she got out.

It was impossible,

and she did it.

I know I should accept
the reality of you
being born here,

make my peace.

But fuck that.

[♪ "Consideration" by Rihanna
featuring SZA plays]