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OFFRED: Previously
on the Handmaid's Tale...

Being in here is a privilege.

Time to go.

OFFRED: I'm sorry.

Can I stay here with you?

Please?

COMMANDER FRED:
You want to stay?

Kiss me. Like you mean it.

OFFRED: I can't be
here. I can't be here.

If they find us here.

If they find us together, I'm
gonna get sent to The Colonies.

You're an Eye.
You're untouchable.

Offred. Don't call me that!

My name. It's June.

RACHEL: Luke...

Do you know a woman
named June Osborn?

Yeah, it's my wife.

RACHEL: This is for you.

OFFRED: I love you so much.

OFFRED: Luke is alive.

I stretch out my arms
to him, but he slips away.

Like a ghost at daybreak.

And I am left here.

I wish this story
were different.

I wish it showed
me in a better light.

In a different story,

maybe I wouldn't be
such a fucking weakling.

So I've gone back to Nick.

Time after time, on my own.

I want to know him,

memorize him,

so I can live on
the image later.

I should have
done that with Luke,

because he's fading.

Day by day and night
by night, he recedes.

And I become more faithless.

I could say these
are acts of rebellion,

a "fuck you" to the patriarchy,

but those are excuses.

I'm here because it feels good,

and because I don't
want to be alone.

NICK: June.

(NECKLACE CLATTERS)

ANDREW: You were
at the dealership for...

A month? Five weeks.

I called in a favor
to get you that.

Yeah, it wasn't a good fit.

Lot of bad fits.

Two months at Walmart,
three weeks' construction.

You know how this looks?

Like I can't hold a job.

Okay.

Honestly, I don't know
what else I could do for you.

The economy, you know.

MAN: Come on, man.
We're waiting here.

I'll take anything.
What about retail?

Ann Arbor?

MAN: Hey, loser.

You heard the
man, time to give up.

Fuck you!

Hey, guys!

Come on, guys!
GUARD: That's enough!

You! Get out!

Jesus Christ.

Shit.

(DOOR OPENS)

Easy. Easy.

You okay?

You gonna sue me or something?

No.

Let me buy you a cup of coffee.

(PANTING)

So, what happened when
the steelworks closed?

My dad took a quarter-pension.

I tried to find something else.

Joshua just gave up.

He's my brother, Joshua.

What'd he do?

He scammed a few
months' disability,

turned his hobby
into a full-time job.

He takes his morning
coffee half-full of Jim Beam.

Idle hands are the devil's
workshop, as the Good Book says.

Yeah...

You know it's not
actually in the Bible, right?

(CHUCKLES)

No, it's not.

But there is a verse about
idleness making the house fall apart.

Sounds about right.

He takes off a lot.

Disappears. Weeks, sometimes.

It's hard.

You're a good soul,
Nick, helping him.

Taking time out for family,

it makes it hard to work a
schedule. Bosses don't like that.

I mean, we all
have our stuff, right?

So, what are you
going to do now?

I'll find something.

It's hard making it in a society

that only cares about
profit and pleasure.

No wonder God has
turned His back on us.

No wonder there are no children.

He doesn't want them
to grow up in this...

screwed-up world.

Who can blame Him?

There's nothing
you can do about it.

Now, there you're wrong.

There's this group that
wants to set things right,

clean up this country.

We have chapters in 30 states.

I head up one of them.

We're called the Sons of Jacob.

Come with me to a meeting.

I think you'll like
what you hear.

Who knows, maybe
there's a job in it for you.

You're not alone, Nick.

Hi. How's my fair
little one this evening?

Fine, thank you.

Up for some excitement?

I thought maybe we could
do something different tonight.

Monopoly?

No guessing.

Now, first, we're gonna have to
do something about those legs.

OFFRED: Once a month, Rita waits
outside while I shave my legs in the tub.

We're not to be
trusted with razors,

not for longer than necessary,

for obvious reasons.

This must be a special occasion.

Hold still.

Doesn't that feel nice?

Yes.

OFFRED: He's good at this.

He's done it before.

You'll need this, too.

You remember how?

I guess we'll find out.

Beautiful.

What is that?

I hope it all fits.

I had to guess the size.

(CHUCKLES)

You look...

stunning.

But just one... thing.

(SNIFFS)

What is this all for?

Tonight, I'm taking you out.

Shall we?

You have her pass, too?

Yes, sir.

Mrs. Waterford went
to visit her mother.

She won't be back
until tomorrow.

Where are we going?

You don't want me to
spoil the surprise, do you?

All along there, you can see
the improvements we've made.

We took down the
tenements, put up a park.

The whole grid's solar now.

It's amazing.

NICK: Coming to
the checkpoint, sir.

Pull up your hood,
Mrs. Waterford.

It's okay, you're with me.

GUARD: Hold.

(DOGS BARKING)

GUARD: ID?

(INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER)

Evening. COMMANDER
FRED: Evening.

How are you?
Commander Waterford.

Mrs. Waterford.

Have a good night, sir.

SECURITY GUARD:
Clear. Let them go.

Let them through.

COMMANDER FRED:
You're very quiet.

Aren't you enjoying yourself?

I was just... It's so
beautiful at night.

I don't usually get
to see it like this.

Ah. But tonight, you aren't you.

Sir, we're almost at the river.

I'm gonna have to
ask you to get down.

Past the gateway,
wives aren't even allowed.

Women aren't allowed.

(INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER)

OFFRED: We must be
crossing the Charles into Boston.

Or what used to be Boston.

GUARD: All clear, sir.

GUARD: Under His eye.
COMMANDER FRED: Under His eye.

OFFRED: I've never
been out this far.

Not since before the Red Center.

GUARD: It's all clear.

COMMANDER FRED:
There now, was that scary?

A little exciting
though, too, right?

There is much more
excitement to come.

Can't wait.

(CAR ENGINE REVS)

ANDREW: We must treat these
girls respectfully, in a Godly fashion,

despite the moral stain
from their lives before.

COMMANDER
GUTHRIE: Pryce, ease up.

We can't afford all
that window dressing.

The human race is at risk.

What is important is efficiency.

So, what do you propose?

COMMANDER GUTHRIE:
It's not rocket science.

All remaining fertile women

should be collected
and impregnated

by those of superior
status, of course.

You're talking about concubines.

I don't care what
you want to call it.

The wives will never accept it.

Well, that's a non-issue.

No, we won't succeed without
their support. You know that.

ANDREW: Maybe
the wife should be there

for the act.

It would be less of a violation.

There is Scriptural precedent.

"Act" may not be the best name,

from a branding perspective.

The "Ceremony"?

Sounds good. Nice and Godly.

The wives would
eat that shit up.

Commander Pryce,
Commander Guthrie.

This is you.

COMMANDER FRED: We'll bring
this to the Committee, then, after lunch.

Run it up the flagpole.

This is all very promising.

(CAR DOOR CLOSES)

COMMANDER FRED: Sorry.

Guthrie's a great
field commander.

He took New York.

He has God in his heart,

even if his mouth is
sometimes a bit blasphemous.

Hadn't noticed, sir.

What's your opinion
about all this?

About the Handmaid issue.

NICK: I think you're right, sir.

It's better not to
form attachments.

COMMANDER FRED: Better for whom?

Everybody.

What's your name, son?

NICK: Nick Blaine, sir.

Pleasure to meet you.

This is the back entrance.

Can't exactly
use the front door.

(WHISPERS) You're contraband.

(DOOR OPENING)

GUARD: Sir.

Let's take this off.

COMMANDER FRED: Almost forgot.

There. Doesn't
she look beautiful?

Yes, sir.

This way.

(WHITE RABBIT PLAYING)

♪ One pill makes you larger

♪ And one pill makes you small

♪ And the ones
that Mother gives you

♪ Don't do anything at all

♪ Go ask Alice

Here we are.

♪ When she's ten feet tall

♪ And if you go chasing rabbits

♪ And you know
you're going to fall

(PEOPLE CHATTERING)

♪ Tell 'em a
hookah-smoking caterpillar

♪ Has given you the call

♪ And call Alice

♪ When she was just small

♪ When the men on the chessboard

♪ Get up and tell
you where to go

♪ And you've just had
some kind of mushroom

COMMANDER FRED: Don't
gawk. You'll give yourself away.

Try to act natural.

♪ Go ask Alice

♪ I think she'll know

♪ When logic and proportion

♪ Have fallen sloppy dead

Don't lose your nerve.

♪ And the Red
Queen's off with her head

♪ Remember... ♪

COMMANDER FRED: It's like
walking in the past, don't you think?

OFFRED: I thought these
kinds of places were forbidden.

Officially.

Unofficially? Oh,
we turn a blind eye.

Everyone's human, after all.

Now, let's get you a drink.

One won't hurt.

It wouldn't look
right, if you didn't.

What will it be?

Manhattan, please.

COMMANDER FRED:
Mmm, sophisticated.

Manhattan and a Scotch, neat.

MAN: Give us another round here.

Who are all these people?

Oh, officers, senior officials.

And foreign visitors, of course, to
stimulate diplomacy and business.

I meant the women.

WOMAN: Hey, sweetheart.
What can I get you?

Oh. All women who
couldn't assimilate.

Some were working girls before.

That one there, she's
a sociology professor,

or she was.

We've got lawyers, a
CEO, a few journalists.

I'm told you can have quite a good
conversation with some of them,

if what you feel
like is talking.

We've got quite a collection.

They prefer it here.

Where's the ladies' room?

Just round the corner.

Will you excuse me?

(TOILET FLUSHING)

I'm so sorry I left
you at the train!

That's okay, it's okay.

(SOBS)

I didn't know what else...

I know. I know. I know.

I know. It's okay. Okay?

It's okay. I know.

Oh, my God, Janine...

Janine said you were dead.

And you believed
that crazy bitch?

(LAUGHS)

God, I can't
believe you're here.

What'd you do wrong,
laugh at his dick?

It's just temporary.

The Commander
smuggled me in for the night.

Some of them do that. It's
just another shitty power trip.

Hey. You were just here.

You know the rules.
Get back out on the floor.

Find me later.

In the dorm. Mezzanine level.

Okay.

And fix your face,
girl. You're a mess.

(CHUCKLES)

(LAUGHS)

NICK: There's brandy,
Scotch, vodka...

It's good stuff, too. Courtesy
of our Russian visitors.

You got hair dye.

Their wives do like
their illegal chemicals.

Speaking of...

It's all here.

Oxy, Percocet,
speed, pregnancy tests.

What's the ketamine for?

Some of the guests have
Sleeping Beauty fantasies.

But the girls use it, too.
They'll spike the guys' drinks,

go through their phone
after they pass out.

The Eyes thank
you for your service.

Are you okay? Yeah.

Oh. (SNIFFS)

Thank you.

Yeah, it's from the
mistress' garden. It's fresh.

Stick around, I'll make you that pesto
that got me a James Beard nomination.

Another time.

Okay.

Not tonight.

Okay.

Pleasure doing
business with you.

WOMAN: All sorted?

Hello, there.

I haven't seen you before.

Davidson. She's with me.

An evening rental.

Of course, sir. Excuse me.

Outstanding work with
the Mexico delegation.

Thought I'd lost you.

Here I am.

(RITA SCREAMING)

No, help! Please!

Help, please!

Please, don't!

No.

No.

No. No...

No. Please.

(SNIFFLES)

What did you think
was going to happen?

Davidson's such a kiss-ass.

He's that way with Pryce too.

Goes where the wind blows.

I can't trust him.

We've been hearing
things from other districts.

Purges. Could just be
rumors, I don't know.

No one's made a move yet here,

but I can't help feeling
there's a target on my back.

Well, I suppose that's what
happens when you're the boss.

You do understand me, don't you?

So...

What do you think
of our little club?

Why did you bring me here?

I thought you'd enjoy it.

I thought...

We could just be... together.

Do you like that?

Yes.

You don't need to be quiet.

(MAN SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY)

(WOMAN MOANING)

(MAN LAUGHING)

MAN: Oh, yeah.
All right. Let's...

(MEN LAUGHING)

Yeah. I told you.

(ELEVATOR DINGS)

WOMAN: So annoying, though.

God awful. You look
like the Whore of Babylon.

What, isn't that the point?

Take a hike, will ya?

Did you pick this out?

Government issue.
Why, isn't it me?

Are you okay?

Yeah, I'm great.

What about you? How's Waterford?

Forget him.

I just want to hear about you.

Tell me everything.

I took the train into
Boston, like we planned.

I remembered a safe
house. Quaker family.

They about lost their shit when
they saw an Aunt at the front door.

I got lucky. They knew
someone in the Underground.

What's the Underground?
Female road.

Cute, right?

They're smuggling
Handmaids out of the country.

Trying to, anyway.
I didn't get that far.

Office park outside the city.

They shot the guy who helped me.

What happened?

Never found out.

Not like it matters anyway.

God, Aunt Lydia must have...

She must have shit a brick when
you got back to the Red Center.

They didn't take me back.

I was a "corrupting influence."

They took me somewhere else.

After they finished
their questions,

they gave me a choice,
The Colonies or Jezebel's.

It's a few good years
before your pussy wears out.

All the booze and drugs
you want. Food's good.

We only work nights.
I mean, it's not so bad.

We're gonna find a way to
get you out of here, okay?

June, I know the way out.

Black van, feet
first. That's it.

Look, forget about escaping.

This is Gilead. No one gets out.

Luke got out!

Yeah.

Thank God.

But he isn't us,
and he isn't in here.

We're alone, June.

Just take care of yourself.

You need to go.

Come here.

Come here.

I love you, okay?

Me, too.

So fucking much.

Don't worry. We'll get you home
before you turn into a pumpkin.

Commander Guthrie's been
sleeping with his last two Handmaids,

according to his Martha.

His aide tells me he's skimming
from the transportation budget.

Excellent.

All of that should be
simple enough to verify.

The uniformed corps of the
Eyes is our most visible face.

(INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER)

But our best intelligence comes
from our plain clothes operatives.

Anything I can do to
help, Commander Pryce.

You do understand
that, as an Eye,

you'll chiefly be
reporting on the activities

of your own Commander,
Fred Waterford.

Yes, sir.

A sad business, the loss on
your household, the Handmaid.

I only hope

Commander Waterford has better
sense when the new one arrives.

Well, no one's above
the law, Commander.

We are going to
clean up Gilead, son.

You're back. Yes.

So, how is she?

The same. How were things here?

COMMANDER FRED: Oh.

Lonely.

Nick, would you grab my bags?

They're out the back, please.

Of course, Mrs. Waterford.

She home? Yup.

Nick.

I'll see you later?

Nick?

We can't do this anymore.

Nick.

You know I had to go
with him last night, right?

You know I didn't have a choice.

I don't have any choice.

Why?

You're gonna talk to me?

Talk to me.

Talk to me, Nick.

I don't know anything
about you, you know.

Nick, you won't
tell me anything.

So, I don't know anything.

I don't know who you are.

Jesus, Nick.

Fuck, is this it?

Is this it? Is this enough
for you, this bullshit life?

Is this what you want?

You want to polish his car

and once in a while just try
to get a Handmaid pregnant?

Is that enough for you?

We're being stupid.

You know we're being stupid.

(SCOFFS)

It's too dangerous.

No, it isn't.

You could end up on the wall.

But at least...

At least someone
will remember me.

In this place...

At least someone will
care when I'm gone.

That's something.

That is something. (SOBS) Hey.

(SNIFFLES) Wait. Wait. Wait.

Hey. Hey.

What?

My name is Nick Blaine.

I'm from Michigan.

Well, under His
eye, Guardian Blaine.

Offred.

Welcome home, Mrs. Waterford.

Thank you.

I brought you something.

I had it in my bedroom,
growing up, as a child.

I thought you might like it.

There's a key.

(MUSIC BOX PLAYING)

Thank you.

OFFRED: The perfect gift.

A girl trapped in a box.

She only dances when
someone else opens the lid,

when someone else winds her up.

(WOOD SCRAPING)

If this is a story I'm telling,

I must be telling it to someone.

There's always someone,

even when there is no one.

I will not be that
girl in the box.

(MUSIC STOPS)