The Handmaid's Tale

Previously on The Handmaid's Tale...

Place has been empty since before the war.

Maybe see you in a few days, if you're still around?

- What is wrong with you? Moira. - No. Hey. It's Ruby now.

June?

- You're okay. - You know what this is?

Do you know what happened here?

It's a slaughterhouse. Let's get out of here.

June, you can't leave. They're looking for you everywhere.

I don't care. I don't care.

You're not a Martha making a run for the border.

You're a pregnant Handmaid.

We're gonna get Hannah. We're gonna go north!

No.

No, we're not.

Welcome to Ontario. Do you have any family in Canada?

- Hey. - How are you here?

You're on my list, of course.

- Luke! - Hey.

God, by whose mercy the faithful departed,

please send Your Holy Angel to watch over this place. Amen.

Women are so adaptable, my mother would say.

It's truly amazing what we can get used to.

I've been here for two months. What have I gotten used to?

They're doing more military exercises along the border.

Canadian and British army.

It's 7:30.

Yeah, I... I got a late shift.

Oh, good. Time for eggs. You are too skinny.

Morning.

There is coffee.

There's eggs too, if you want 'em.

How's it going?

Don't stay in bed all day.

Yeah. Yeah.

They have to be getting ready for an invasion.

Down through upstate New York.

It's 1775 all over again.

Get yourself a plate. It's almost done.

Thanks, Mom.

Fuck you.

Whoa. My mom used to say the same thing.

- Smart lady. - That's crazy.

So, tell me, what made you start this chapter

of The Sons of Jacob?

Well, I read about it online, you know,

there was a Facebook group.

And I guess I really got into it because of the kids.

The kids in this community, they didn't all have good homes,

so I wanted to help them, get them out of gangs

and away from their sinful families and into a better way of...

I'm grasping at straws, I know.

But straws can be useful.

One of the little pigs built a whole house of them.

You were there. All the time.

But no one noticed you.

All right.

Not no one.

She said we were going to feed the ducks.

Take back the night! Claim our bodies, claim our rights!

Take a stand, take back the night!

Claim our bodies, claim our rights!

Take a stand, take back the night!

I knew, I guess, or I should have known.

Who feeds ducks at night?

It didn't matter.

I loved seeing my mother like that.

Later, my Mom told me they were writing down the name of their rapist.

And I remember thinking, there were so many pieces of paper.

So many,

it was like snow.

Hi.

Don't make yourself crazy with all this stuff.

It is way too late.

Mmm, thank you.

You gotta stop stealing Rita's real coffee though.

She's gonna kill you. No joke.

You didn't wake me up.

Well, 'cause if I wake you, then you leave.

So how is that a win for me?

I should probably get going.

Listen, they've made contact.

I don't know for sure, but you should probably get ready to go.

Go where?

I don't know.

I'll see what I can find out, and try and come back on Tuesday

for a couple of hours.

Hannah?

I'm trying.

Fuck.

I can't leave.

Getting you out safe is the best thing for everyone.

It's best for me.

For Hannah.

For everyone.

Better never means better for everyone.

Hey.

It's a lot, I know.

I was a zombie when I got here, and it was just like,

"Welcome to Canada. Here's your maple syrup."

They don't really give you maple syrup.

You okay?

I was in the army.

Logistics and rapid deployment.

After everything, they just turned us all into Guardians.

A week later, my unit is hanging bodies on the wall.

Gender traitors.

One of them was a guy I dated in college.

There are trauma counselors here now.

Third floor. Right out of the elevator.

It gets easier,

I promise.

Where are the bags?

No deliveries this week.

Or, I guess, no deliveries to you.

Only deliveries of.

Now?

That's what they told me.

Is Nick coming?

Who's Nick?

I left some stuff upstairs, so...

I'll get rid of it. Come on. Get in the back.

Baby June!

What happened?

We were escorting at the clinic in Springfield.

Your mom was working there today.

- Jeez. - Fucking Nazi prick assholes.

- Yeah. - Hey, kiddo.

Hi. Shit! Mom!

Ah, it's fine. Somebody threw a bottle.

- Doctors are targets. - It happens all the time.

Pricks usually don't have such good aim.

You need your thing, right?

Yeah. My immersion blender.

Right. It's... It's in there somewhere.

- Okay. - So, uh, what's cooking?

Oh, Luke and I are gonna make dinner for Moira.

He got this new Mark Bittman book, so he's feeling ambitious.

What's with the duds?

Oh, these? I just came from work, so...

- They're nice. - Hmm.

- I work at a book publisher. - Cool.

Just small, academic.

I actually just got promoted to, um, assistant editor, so...

Moira's designing the website for a queer women's collective.

Well, that's great.

We need more of those.

You wait in here.

Someone will be along soon.

You go in grace, kid.

You a good witch or a bad witch?

Depends on who you ask, I guess.

What's your name?

June Osborn.

Your mother's maiden name?

Maddox.

Come on.

Where are we going?

Airstrip west of Worcester.

A guy has a puddle-jumper, takes black market stuff back and forth.

Back and forth where?

Canada.

The plane comes tomorrow as soon as it's dark.

I'll drop you at a... at a friendly house.

They'll walk you to the airstrip.

Quarter-mile maybe.

Who's they?

No idea.

Someone brave or stupid. Or both.

There's a lot of both.

Come on.

Shit.

- Shit. - What?

- Shit. - What?

I'm sorry. We, uh...

I'm so sorry.

Hey!

- The safehouse... No, no, no, no! - Hey!

You gotta get back inside.

- No! - Yeah. Uh...

The safe house isn't safe. Just wait.

You can't...

- I'm sorry. I can't. - No! You can't... Hey!

Get back!

- No! Hey! You can't leave me here! - Hey! No! No!

- No! - No, no, no, no!

Hey!

No! No!

Hey!

Hey!

Hey! No!

No!

No.

Please.

Please.

Please.

Come on.

Hurry up.

Shit!

Fuck!