The Handmaid's Tale (2017–…): Season 3, Episode 13 - Mayday - full transcript
With her plan in place, June reaches the point of no return on her bold strike against Gilead; Serena Joy and Commander Waterford attempt to find their way forward in their new lives.
NARRATOR: Previously on
The Handmaid's Tale...
‐ You're fucking fantastic.
Billy's in.
OFJOSEPH: [in hushed voice]
It's happening, a week from today.
Marthas will bring the kids to
the Lawrence house after dark.
Then he'll get them
to the plane.
‐ I want in.
Escort a kid.
Whatever.
LAWRENCE: The Waterfords
are now in custody in Toronto
expecting to get your baby back.
But they were ambushed.
‐ They're in prison?
LAWRENCE: Facing trial
as war criminals.
‐ You have to save yourself.
‐ What have you done?
‐ My daughter needs me!
OFJOSEPH:
Trouble?
LAWRENCE: They may close the border.
Move up our departure date.
OFJOSEPH: The plane is
on a weekly schedule.
It has to look legit.
You need to convince them
to keep the border open.
‐ [sighs]
Where are you going?
ELEANOR:
The Salengers' house.
There's that sweet little boy David.
We can get him out.
‐ Mrs. Lawrence,
you don't have to do that.
ELEANOR: But the children!
What about the other children?
Let's go back
to that school...
OFJOSEPH:
Stop it!
You cannot say anything!
Do you understand?
‐ I... [stammers]
I wasn't thinking.
‐ [softly]
Okay.
PUTNAM:
In the name of God,
we commit the body of Eleanor
to the peace of the grave.
OFJOSEPH: Eleanor, wake up.
[Eleanor groaning]
PUTNAM: May the good Lord
forgive her sins.
‐ Eleanor!
PUTNAM: For we did not
save her troubled soul.
‐ I kept
the border open...
‐ You convinced
the Council?
‐ It's hard to argue with
a man who's in mourning.
PUTNAM: Give her,
O Lord, Your peace,
and let Your eternal light
shine upon her.
Amen.
ALL:
Amen.
[alarm blaring]
[ominous music]
[vehicle approaching]
[vehicle engine revving]
[dog barking]
[air brakes hissing]
[door unlocks]
[women whimpering]
GUARDIAN 1:
Let's go!
Move it,
ladies!
[indistinct chatter]
[whimpering continues]
[woman sobbing]
[dogs barking]
[women screaming]
GUARDIAN 1:
Get in there!
[women screaming]
GUARDIAN 2:
Move it, you bitch!
Go on!
Get in there!
GUARDIAN 1:
Get the fuck up!
WOMAN:
No!
[shutters close]
[engine starts]
[engine revving]
GUARDIAN 1:
Let's go!
[women whimpering]
GUARDIAN 1:
Move it!
Now!
Move!
GUARDIAN 2:
Let go!
Let's go!
Keep moving!
GUARDIAN 1:
Move it!
[all screaming]
GUARDIAN 2:
Come on!
Let's go!
GUARDIAN 1:
Now, ladies! Now.
Move!
[women screaming]
GUARDIAN 2:
Shut the fuck up!
GUARDIAN 1:
To the right! Forward!
SENIOR GUARDIAN:
Once these are off,
load the other ones on.
YOUNG GUARDIAN:
Yes, sir.
Under His eye.
GUARDIAN 2:
No talking!
JUNE:
Sir?
‐ Hey.
Shouldn't be too long.
JUNE:
Sir, please.
No, listen, listen.
Listen.
You have to help me.
‐ No talking.
JUNE: Please.
They took my daughter.
Listen to me.
They took my daughter.
And I don't know
where she is.
Could you please just
tell me where she is?
[beeping]
[truck reversing]
‐ [sobs]
Please, no.
Please, no.
GUARDIAN 3:
Load onto the truck!
[women screaming]
Let's go, come on.
Move it!
Move it along!
[all shouting indistinctly]
GUARDIAN 4:
All the way in!
Now!
GUARDIAN 2:
Move!
JANINE:
Fuck off!
Fuck you!
I'm gonna sue all
you motherfuckers
for so much
fucking money!
I'm gonna buy a big
fucking beach house!
[engine starts]
Fucking Stone Harbor!
JUNE: Shh.
Come on.
Ruthless,
I remember thinking.
They are fucking ruthless.
JUNE: Where
does it come from,
this talent for
ruthlessness?
It seems
so easy for them.
For these men.
For men
like these.
That's how they won,
I suppose.
[indistinct chatter
over radio]
It isn't about
being right,
or having the people
or God on your side.
It isn't anything
that grandiose.
In the end,
victory goes to
the hardest heart.
To the ruthless
go the spoils.
[indistinct chatter over radio]
Fifty‐two kids
will be brought
to the Lawrence House
after sunset.
[suspenseful music]
We will move
in darkness.
We can hide in
the dark, at least.
We have a chance,
at least.
If there is actually
a Martha network.
If this all isn't a trap,
set by the Eyes.
I will get the children
to the airport.
The plane leaves
at midnight.
Because
I am ruthless.
‐ Blessed be the fruit.
‐ May the Lord open.
JANINE: A gift.
Yay.
[giggles]
[indistinct chatter over radio]
[chuckles]
‐ Ofjoseph.
What was that all about?
‐ Just Janine.
‐ Mmm.
OFJOSEPH:
I am sorry, Aunt Lydia.
‐ Let me have
a look at you.
I certainly hope
you have not acquired
too many bad habits
at the Lawrences.
Ofjoseph, you do realize that
the other girls look up to you,
don't you?
‐ Yes,
Aunt Lydia.
AUNT LYDIA:
But popularity
is not a contest,
it's a responsibility.
You wouldn't
do anything
that would put your friends
in danger, would you?
‐ Of course not,
Aunt Lydia.
AUNT LYDIA: It's in your own
best interest, Ofjoseph,
because your
next Commander
will not tolerate any of
your subversive nonsense.
‐ I shall keep the...
"subversive nonsense"
to a minimum then.
AUNT LYDIA:
Back to your duties.
Watch yourself.
‐ You got it.
[seagulls caw]
[car drives by]
SIENNA: How many soap tokens
did she give you?
‐ They were on sale.
Hey, I've got it.
Where's Beth?
‐ She's barfing.
‐ She better
feel better.
SIENNA:
She's not sick.
She's freaking out.
She won't let me
help with anything.
OFJOSEPH:
She runs the house.
SIENNA: She said
I should just...
take care of
the Commander.
OFJOSEPH:
God bless your labors.
‐ You know I was studying
for the MCATs before.
I was gonna be
a radiologist.
‐ Okay.
‐ I'm not
a fucking child!
‐ Then do something
about it.
And stop waiting
for someone
to hold your
fucking hand.
‐ I'm not.
LAWRENCE: Sienna, could you
unwrinkle this for me, please?
‐ Yes, sir.
[Lawrence clears throat]
Actually, I don't have
time right now, sir.
Ofjoseph needs
my help.
‐ All right.
OFJOSEPH: All that
has to go in the basement.
SIENNA: On it.
Praise be.
LAWRENCE:
Praise be.
[door opens and closes]
Oh, she's a bit prickly,
isn't she?
‐ No. Maybe
you've forgotten
what a strong woman
looks like, sir.
‐ And Beth is sick?
‐ Nerves.
LAWRENCE: Well,
she's afraid of dying,
I'd imagine.
Something that...
doesn't appear
to trouble you.
‐ I am a woman
of faith.
‐ [stuttering] I called
a Senior Staff meeting
at the chancery.
It should draw security
out of the neighborhood
for a few hours.
[door creaks]
‐ Great. Thank you.
Sorry...
‐ You got that?
OFJOSEPH:
Sir. Beth!
‐ Sorry.
Can I get you
something, sir?
‐ Me?
No.
God guide
your steps.
‐ Go in grace,
Commander Lawrence.
You all right?
‐ You get everything?
‐ Yup.
‐ Okay then.
[low, dramatic music]
[gate squeaks]
[gate opens silently]
[rustling]
[breath trembling]
[car drives by]
‐ Fuck.
Shit.
It's okay.
Come on. But I have to
get you inside.
Come on.
[tense music]
Inside.
Check outside.
Wait here.
‐ They're not supposed
to move until dark.
‐ I know.
It's okay.
‐ Is this it?
Mayday?
Is it?
‐ Yes.
[door beeps, unlocks]
SERENA: Is it time
to go back in?
MARK: Not yet.
You're fine.
SERENA:
Thank you.
MARK: The ICC prosecutors
want to have another session
tomorrow to go over
your written testimony.
‐ All right.
‐ American intelligence
debrief starts next week.
Busy woman.
‐ Are there any invitations
I can politely decline?
‐ I'm afraid you've surrendered
that right, Mrs. Waterford.
‐ All right. I will
endeavor to answer
any questions that
they might have.
MARK: I know.
It's...
exhausting.
I could try to push
some of the sessions.
‐ No,
it's fine.
I didn't surrender
my rights, Mr. Tuello.
I traded them
for my daughter.
‐ We should...
I do have something
for you.
A gate badge.
Starting next week,
you have permission to...
leave the facility.
SERENA:
That’s overwhelming.
Thank you.
MARK: Well,
the ICC is satisfied.
You’ve cooperated
completely. With that...
comes privileges.
SERENA: I’ll have to do
some exploring.
‐ They’ll talk you
through the restrictions.
But you can get to know
the city a little.
Start thinking about
where you might want to live.
‐ Out in the world
without an escort.
‐ I’m sure you’ll
find your way.
OFJOSEPH: Okay.
Put your foot up here.
Oof.
All right.
I’m gonna clean it
off a bit, okay?
You have
to tell me
if it hurts,
though, all right?
Here we go.
Wow.
You’re tough.
Went a long way
in those woods, huh?
All the way
from Lexington,
your Martha said?
Pretty brave.
There we go.
Okay, I think
we’re done.
KIKI: Bless you
for your trouble, Miss.
OFJOSEPH:
You’re welcome.
KIKI: Do you know
what it’s like?
OFJOSEPH:
Hmm?
‐ Out.
‐ Well, it’s like things
were before Gilead.
‐ I don’t remember before.
‐ You’ll be free.
You can wear
whatever you want.
No one’s gonna
hurt you for reading.
Or tell you
what to think,
or who
to love,
or what to
believe in.
And, you know,
you don’t have to be a wife.
Or a mother,
if you don’t want to.
‐ Then what
would I be?
[hopeful string music]
‐ You.
‐ Will God still
love me then?
‐ Yes.
[inhales]
You hungry?
There you go.
KIKI: For food in a world
where many walk in hunger.
For faith in a world
where many walk in fear.
For my family in a world
where many walk alone.
We give thanks,
O Lord.
Amen.
‐ Amen.
[footsteps approaching]
‐ [gasps] Maggie wants to leave.
[footsteps approaching]
MAGGIE: I’ve changed
my mind. We have to go!
It’s been too long!
They’ll find us!
Get your shoes on, peanut.
We’re going home.
[ominous music]
‐ She has a plan!
Seriously!
‐ It’s taking too long.
BETH: The plane will be
waiting for us at midnight.
‐ No, no.
Midnight?
No. We’re going home.
Where’s your coat?
Where’s your coat?
My mistress
is fair and forgiving.
She is forgiving and kind,
and she will understand.
‐ You drugged her
and stole her kid.
She’ll call the Eyes,
you idiot, 100%.
‐ She will understand.
I will tell her the truth.
She is fair and forgiving.
‐ We can’t
let you go.
SIENNA: Hey.
Hey, it’s okay.
‐ Don’t fucking
touch me!
It’s okay.
Here.
There.
There you go.
Let’s put these on.
We will be home
in no time.
Kiki,
hurry up.
‐ Maggie.
Stop.
‐ I just wanna
go home.
‐ You can’t.
BETH:
June!
MAGGIE: Kiki
needs to go home.
This is where
she belongs.
‐ No one
belongs here.
Maggie,
if you try to run,
I will shoot you.
I swear to God
I will.
I will.
[gasps]
MAGGIE:
I’m sorry!
BETH:
Let her go.
‐ Maggie!
[gun clicks]
Maggie!
KIKI:
Maggie!
Maggie!
[gasps]
[footsteps approaching]
‐ June!
My God!
[Kiki crying]
[Ofjoseph breathing
erratically]
[eerie music]
[gasps]
[breathing erratically]
[approaching footsteps]
[Lawrence sighs]
‐ Busy morning.
‐ You have a meeting.
LAWRENCE: I made
a regretful exit.
‐ No.
You have to
be there.
‐ It’s all right.
Don’t worry
about it.
How’s the child?
‐ She’s fine.
She’ll be fine.
’Cause we’re gonna
get her outta here.
‐ We’ll get her
home safely.
Back to Lexington.
‐ But she’s not going
back to Lexington.
LAWRENCE: Someone
spotted a Martha with a child
near Lexington.
They shouldn’t have
been moving in daylight.
District O.P.
set up a search.
They’ll make their way
over here eventually.
‐ We have
a few hours.
‐ They’ll be setting up roadblocks
as soon as they can.
OFJOSEPH:
We’ll find another way.
How far is
the airport?
You must have maps
around here.
‐ I’m pulling
the plug.
Beth can get a message
to the Marthas.
‐ No.
LAWRENCE: The girl
has to go home.
‐ So that she can get
married off at 14?
No.
I am not
doing that.
I am not
sending her back
so that she
can get raped
and maimed...
in this insane
fucking world
that you
helped to build.
‐ She’s a Commander’s daughter.
She’ll be protected.
‐ So she’s not
gonna get her
clit cut off...
when she
falls in love?
No.
It’s too much.
Mrs. Lawrence,
Ofmatthew,
Frances.
Too many.
[sinister music]
‐ The universe...
doesn’t have
a balance sheet,
I’m afraid.
‐ Yes, it does.
Yes,
it fucking does.
I almost
shot her.
[sighs]
For crying.
I almost shot a ten‐year‐old girl
for crying.
[sad piano music]
My Hannah’s ten.
[breathes deeply]
This can’t have been
for nothing.
‐ I’ve made
my decision.
[music turns dark]
‐ It’s not
your decision.
Men.
Fucking pathological.
You are not
in charge.
I am.
So,
go to
your office
and find me
a fucking map.
Thank you.
[bangs table]
‐ You’re still in my house!
My house.
Young lady.
‐ Hmph.
You really think this
is still your house?
[scoffs]
‐ Decisions
about local affairs
are determined
by a majority vote.
‐ How many Commanders
sit on each council?
WATERFORD: [sighs]
A dozen, give or take.
It’s based on
the number of townships.
MURRAY: And did you preside
over these council meetings?
[Waterford sighs]
Were you
in charge?
‐ I... helped
maintain decorum.
Kept the wolves at bay,
so to speak.
[door beeps, opens]
[door beeps, closes]
MURRAY: Session
concludes at 18:15.
Thank you,
Commander.
WATERFORD:
Until next time.
[Waterford sighs]
Have you worked
with Ms. Murray before?
‐ Is there an issue with her
you’d like to discuss?
[door beeps, opens]
WATERFORD:
I find her very smart.
[door beeps, closes]
Thorough.
‐ Thanks for
your patience.
There’s a lot
to cover.
‐ Then I’d hate to
add something else
to your plate.
I have some uncomfortable
information to report.
Serious crimes
committed by my wife.
MARK: Commander,
Mrs. Waterford
has a plea agreement
that gives her immunity.
WATERFORD: Yes,
I’ve been reading about that.
Your law library
is excellent.
‐ Anything Serena
did in Gilead
was under duress.
She had no power,
she was...
subject
to the state.
‐ I can assure you,
what Mrs. Waterford did...
was far beyond
the laws of Gilead...
and the laws of God.
OFJOSEPH: How far
is the airport?
BETH:
Five miles maybe.
We could take
Lawrence’s car.
Go back and forth.
OFJOSEPH:
It’s too many trips.
SIENNA:
We could walk.
If we go through the woods
and follow the creek,
it’s a lot shorter
than the road.
We’d have to mark
the way somehow.
‐ We could walk.
[distant dog barking]
[tense music]
[dog barking]
[rustling]
[gasps]
[hopeful piano music]
[gasps]
MARTHA:
[whispers] Okay.
‐ [whispers]
Hi.
MARTHA:
Godspeed.
‐ Thank you.
Okay,
come here.
Come on.
Hurry!
Okay.
It’s all right.
Come on.
Hurry.
Okay. We’ve gotta
go out this way.
[siren wailing]
Come here.
It’s okay.
You’re all right.
Come inside.
Hurry!
Careful.
This way.
Come on!
Hurry!
Quietly.
Go, go, go.
Shh.
Hurry!
Shh.
Come here.
This way.
Come on.
Careful.
Here you go.
Holy shit.
[rustling]
MARTHA:
God bless you.
RITA:
She killed them.
They wouldn’t just
let her leave.
SIENNA:
We’ve gotta go.
OFJOSEPH:
Okay.
‐ Are you looking
at the pretty lights?
Yeah?
[siren wailing]
MARK:
Mrs. Waterford?
‐ Mr. Tuello?
MARK: Take
the child, please.
‐ What’s going on?
MARK:
Mrs. Waterford,
under warrant
from the I.C.C.
and the Government of
the United States of America,
I’m placing you
under arrest.
‐ On what grounds?
MARK: Crimes against humanity.
SERENA: No, wait!
I’m sorry! Wait a second!
‐ Sexual slavery.
The rape of June Osborn.
‐ A religious...
Wait, wait a second.
Religious ritual
ordered by the State
under penalty
of execution.
I do have immunity,
Mr. Tuello.
Please, stop
for a second!
‐ This charge doesn’t
involve what you did
with your husband.
Take the child.
SERENA: No, please.
I’m sorry. Please.
Can you please wait
Wait, wait.
Please, stop!
I don’t understand.
What’s going on?
‐ You forced your driver
to impregnate Ms. Osborn
so you could claim
the resulting child.
‐ Nick and Offred
had a relationship.
MARK:
It’s still rape,
Mrs. Waterford.
[grim music]
Take her downstairs.
Take her
downstairs.
‐ Please.
Mark,
please!
RITA:
The light’s out.
[door creaks]
LAWRENCE:
Chapter 32.
"The Treasure Hunt...
The Voice among the Trees."
"Partly from the damping
influence of this alarm,
partly to rest Silver
and the sick folk,
the whole party sat down
as soon as they had gained
the brow of the ascent."
‐ This is more than 52.
[uplifting piano music]
‐ "The plateau being somewhat
tilted toward the west,
this spot on which
we had paused
commanded a wide prospect
on either hand.
Before us,
over the tree‐tops,
we behel
the Cape of the Woods
fringed with surf.
Behind, we not
only looked down
on the anchorage
and Skeleton Island,
but saw clear
across the spit
and the eastern lowlands,
a great field of open sea
upon the east.
Sheer above us
the Spy‐glass..."
That’s...
that's part of the map.
"...here dotted
with single pines,
there with
black precipices.
There was no sound but that
of the distant breakers,
the waves mounting
from all around,
and the chirp
of countless insects
in the brush.
Not a man, not a sail,
upon the sea.
The very largeness
of the view increased
the sense of...
solitude.
Silver, as he sat
took certain bearings...
BETH: June.
LAWRENCE:...with his compass.
OFHOWARD:
Hi.
LAWRENCE: 'There are
three tall trees' said he..."
BETH: What else
did he tell you?
OFHOWARD:
They know something’s up.
There are Guardians
everywhere. Hi!
‐ Hi!
OFHOWARD:
How’s it going?
BETH: Talk. Tell her
what you told me.
OFHOWARD: Um.
They arrested the Martha,
two miles from here.
I heard my Commander.
She was the one
from Lexington.
Now they’re looking
for a little girl.
BETH: The Mistress woke up
and reported her missing.
Must have been
bad Rohypnol.
OFHOWARD:
They said "house to house."
[dog barking]
[bleak music]
[inhales]
‐ We have to go.
We have to go now.
Get everybody out.
Get the bags.
Use both doors.
Go.
Now.
Let’s go!
[murmuring]
Good job, girls.
BETH: Guys, keep quiet and go.
Quick as you can.
OFHOWARD:
Let’s go!
OFJOSEPH:
There we go.
Shh.
Nice and quiet.
It’s okay, sweetie.
Let’s go.
It’s okay.
RITA: Come on, come on.
Hurry, hurry, hurry!
Come on.
Go, run!
‐ That’s the last of them.
‐ You said you weren’t
gonna be any trouble.
‐ Yeah.
I lied.
‐ [scoffs]
Women.
‐ Come with us.
You can get out.
Eleanor would’ve
wanted that.
‐ I’m not a big fan
of flying...
or children.
[chuckles]
Eleanor would’ve...
wanted me
to stay,
clean up
my own mess.
[sniffs]
‐ Hmm.
[breathing deeply]
[exciting instrumental music]
Well, may God
grant you peace...
Joseph.
‐ And you,
June Osborn.
[sighs]
[ominous music]
JUNE: [whispering]
Over there, over there!
Come on!
By the hill.
RITA: [whispering]
Hurry, hurry.
SIENNA: Over here.
Get down... Get down!
Get down!
Keep your head down!
[baby fusses]
[shushes]
JUNE:
Quiet.
[indistinct whispering]
MARTHA:
Okay.
[shushes]
MARTHA:
Shh. Quiet.
RITA: Okay,
let’s go. Go!
Let’s go.
[shushes]
[baby fussing]
[Rita shushes]
RITA: [whispering]
Down. Get down.
[optimistic music]
[breathing heavily]
‐ Okay.
Come on.
Shit.
Get down.
Get down.
[suspenseful music]
[breathing heavily]
[indistinct chatter]
[keys jangling]
‐ [whispers]
Shit.
[breathing heavily]
[melancholic music]
Okay.
Here's what you're
going to do.
You're gonna take them,
follow the fence,
find a safe place
to get them across.
All right?
‐ They'll see us.
‐ I won't
let them. Go!
RITA: Okay. Go. Let's go.
JUNE: Go.
You okay?
‐ Yeah.
I'm sorry that
it's been this hard.
It's not fair to you
that it's been this hard.
‐ It's okay.
Sometimes you
have to do the things
that you have to do.
‐ Yeah.
All right. Come on.
KIKI: Okay.
RITA:
Go. Go.
‐ Rita.
Come here.
I need you
to take care of her.
All right?
Get them
on the plane.
Okay?
‐ Don't...
Don't do this.
‐ Promise me.
Promise.
‐ I promise.
‐ Okay.
‐ Hey.
Are you sure?
‐ Yeah.
‐ May He in His mercy
protect you.
‐ Godspeed.
‐ Okay, okay,
let's go.
Let's go.
[sniffling and
holding back tears]
[howling]
[tense music]
[indistinct chatter]
[twig snaps]
[rustling]
[uplifting music]
[Handmaids grunting]
[glass shattering]
SEARCH GUARDIAN:
Help!
[grunting]
Five‐six to Ella West.
Send some help!
RADIO DISPATCHER:
Go, go, go, go.
JUNE:
Get down.
[grunting]
[groans]
[gun firing]
[groans]
[gunfire continues]
RITA: [whispers]
Come on, come on. Go.
[groans]
[Ofhoward weeping]
[guns firing]
JUNE:
It's okay.
[gasping]
Don't worry.
[guns firing]
[indistinct chatter over radio]
[choir vocalizes sad tune]
OFHOWARD:
No. No.
No, no.
SEARCH GUARDIAN:
Hands up!
[sad piano music]
[panting]
[heart beating loudly]
[gun firing]
Stop!
[gun fires]
Stop!
[gun fires]
[groans]
[indistinct radio chatter]
Don't move!
[suspenseful music]
[groans]
[gasps]
[Search Guardian grunting]
[both grunting]
[breathing raggedly]
‐ Tell them
it's all clear.
Go on.
Just tell them
it's all clear.
It's okay.
Go ahead.
‐ Five‐six.
[indistinct chatter
over radio]
‐ Here you go.
Go ahead.
SEARCH GUARDIAN:
All clear. False alarm.
RADIO DISPATCHER:
Roger, five‐six.
‐ Good.
Good.
Thank you.
[breathing heavily]
[dramatic music]
[groans]
[gasping]
[grunts]
God.
[groans]
[airplane engine rumbling]
[indistinct chatter]
MOIRA: Okay. We need to be
ready for anything, guys!
All right. Let's get
those stretchers out.
Hey!
Uh, you think I need to call
for more? More volunteers?
‐ No, they're coming in on their own.
We're putting 'em to work.
‐ All right.
All right.
MAN: Need some space, guys.
Come on.
‐ Hi.
‐ Oh, hey.
We've got
a few more doctors.
‐ Okay, great. Um,
when they get here,
you're going to send them that way.
Medical's in the northeast corner.
‐ Okay.
[Moira sighs]
[electronic beeping]
WOMAN:
Stand by.
[emotional music]
MOIRA:
My God.
My name
is Moira.
I'm here
to help you.
KIKI: Miss?
This is the place where
I can wear what I want?
‐ Yes,
it is.
Come on.
Let's get you
out of here.
‐ Hey.
Come on.
Just go and find
the lady over there.
It's all right.
Come on down.
They're gonna help you out
with some blankets.
Come on down.
‐ Let's keep
you warm.
You've gotta
be cold.
Here.
What's your name?
‐ I...
MAN: Rebecca?
MAN: Rebecca?
MOIRA: Do you know him?
KIKI:
[muffled] Daddy!
[both weeping]
LUKE: [whispers]
Come on, Hannah.
EMILY: Can I
ask your name?
‐ Amelia.
‐ Amelia. Thank you.
LUKE: Yeah, you got it.
You got it.
Can you take that?
WOMAN: Can I...
Can I take the baby?
‐ Okay.
WOMAN:
Thank you.
MAN:
Let's get you warm.
[weeps]
‐ Rita!
Emily.
Ofglen.
RITA:
Oh, praise be.
‐ It's okay.
‐ Hi.
‐ Hi. [laughs]
Luke!
‐ Luke.
‐ Yeah.
RITA: You're Luke.
It's really good
to meet you.
She did this.
June.
Your June.
She... she did this.
[sobbing]
She did...
She did everything.
It's... [sobbing]
I hope everything's okay.
[indistinct chatter]
[birds chirping]
["Into Dust"
by Mazzy Star]
[both laughing]
‐ Hey, look.
What do you think?
You like it?
JUNE: Is that funny?
Will Daddy join us?
HANNAH: Come on.
JUNE: Come on, Dad!
‐ Daddy's busy
on his book.
Mmm.
JUNE: His book?
‐ Lot of words.
JUNE: Yeah!
Come here.
HOPE:
♪ Still ♪
JUNE: Get it,
get it, get it. Ah!
[all laughing]
HOPE:
♪ Breathless and on again ♪
[laughing]
LUKE: I'm gonna get you!
[Hannah squeals]
Gotcha!
You're fast!
[June shouts]
HOPE:
♪ Today ♪
‐ Ooh!
JUNE: Wow!
LUKE:
Good job!
JUNE:
Got him!
HOPE:
♪ Beside me today ♪
♪ Around ♪
♪ Broken in two ♪
‐ [distorted]
Don't worry, okay?
HOPE:
♪ Till your eyes shed ♪
♪ Into dust ♪
♪ Like two strangers ♪
♪ Turning into dust ♪
♪ ♪
♪ Till my hand shook ♪
♪ With the way I fear ♪
♪ ♪
♪ I could ♪
♪ Possibly be fading ♪
♪ Or have ♪
♪ Something more to gain ♪
JUNE:
And the Lord said,
I have seen
my people in bondage,
and I have heard
their cry.
I know
their sorrows.
And I am come
to deliver them
from the hand
of evil men,
and to lead
my people
out of that
sorrowful place
to a land flowing
with milk and honey.
[wind howling softly]
♪ ♪
HOPE:
♪ I could feel myself... ♪
[song continues]
DEE DEE: She's got
paraplegia, epilepsy.
And she's allergic
to sugar.
DR. CHANDRA: Have you been
able to confirm the medical history?
‐ Which part?
‐ Any of it.
ALLISON: I'm with Children's Division
of Missouri Social Services.
DEE DEE: Open!
[Gypsy coughs]
GYPSY: [crying]
I'm so trapped.
And I can't tell anyone.
‐ You can tell me.
[dramatic music]
‐ What are you
hiding from me?
The Handmaid's Tale...
‐ You're fucking fantastic.
Billy's in.
OFJOSEPH: [in hushed voice]
It's happening, a week from today.
Marthas will bring the kids to
the Lawrence house after dark.
Then he'll get them
to the plane.
‐ I want in.
Escort a kid.
Whatever.
LAWRENCE: The Waterfords
are now in custody in Toronto
expecting to get your baby back.
But they were ambushed.
‐ They're in prison?
LAWRENCE: Facing trial
as war criminals.
‐ You have to save yourself.
‐ What have you done?
‐ My daughter needs me!
OFJOSEPH:
Trouble?
LAWRENCE: They may close the border.
Move up our departure date.
OFJOSEPH: The plane is
on a weekly schedule.
It has to look legit.
You need to convince them
to keep the border open.
‐ [sighs]
Where are you going?
ELEANOR:
The Salengers' house.
There's that sweet little boy David.
We can get him out.
‐ Mrs. Lawrence,
you don't have to do that.
ELEANOR: But the children!
What about the other children?
Let's go back
to that school...
OFJOSEPH:
Stop it!
You cannot say anything!
Do you understand?
‐ I... [stammers]
I wasn't thinking.
‐ [softly]
Okay.
PUTNAM:
In the name of God,
we commit the body of Eleanor
to the peace of the grave.
OFJOSEPH: Eleanor, wake up.
[Eleanor groaning]
PUTNAM: May the good Lord
forgive her sins.
‐ Eleanor!
PUTNAM: For we did not
save her troubled soul.
‐ I kept
the border open...
‐ You convinced
the Council?
‐ It's hard to argue with
a man who's in mourning.
PUTNAM: Give her,
O Lord, Your peace,
and let Your eternal light
shine upon her.
Amen.
ALL:
Amen.
[alarm blaring]
[ominous music]
[vehicle approaching]
[vehicle engine revving]
[dog barking]
[air brakes hissing]
[door unlocks]
[women whimpering]
GUARDIAN 1:
Let's go!
Move it,
ladies!
[indistinct chatter]
[whimpering continues]
[woman sobbing]
[dogs barking]
[women screaming]
GUARDIAN 1:
Get in there!
[women screaming]
GUARDIAN 2:
Move it, you bitch!
Go on!
Get in there!
GUARDIAN 1:
Get the fuck up!
WOMAN:
No!
[shutters close]
[engine starts]
[engine revving]
GUARDIAN 1:
Let's go!
[women whimpering]
GUARDIAN 1:
Move it!
Now!
Move!
GUARDIAN 2:
Let go!
Let's go!
Keep moving!
GUARDIAN 1:
Move it!
[all screaming]
GUARDIAN 2:
Come on!
Let's go!
GUARDIAN 1:
Now, ladies! Now.
Move!
[women screaming]
GUARDIAN 2:
Shut the fuck up!
GUARDIAN 1:
To the right! Forward!
SENIOR GUARDIAN:
Once these are off,
load the other ones on.
YOUNG GUARDIAN:
Yes, sir.
Under His eye.
GUARDIAN 2:
No talking!
JUNE:
Sir?
‐ Hey.
Shouldn't be too long.
JUNE:
Sir, please.
No, listen, listen.
Listen.
You have to help me.
‐ No talking.
JUNE: Please.
They took my daughter.
Listen to me.
They took my daughter.
And I don't know
where she is.
Could you please just
tell me where she is?
[beeping]
[truck reversing]
‐ [sobs]
Please, no.
Please, no.
GUARDIAN 3:
Load onto the truck!
[women screaming]
Let's go, come on.
Move it!
Move it along!
[all shouting indistinctly]
GUARDIAN 4:
All the way in!
Now!
GUARDIAN 2:
Move!
JANINE:
Fuck off!
Fuck you!
I'm gonna sue all
you motherfuckers
for so much
fucking money!
I'm gonna buy a big
fucking beach house!
[engine starts]
Fucking Stone Harbor!
JUNE: Shh.
Come on.
Ruthless,
I remember thinking.
They are fucking ruthless.
JUNE: Where
does it come from,
this talent for
ruthlessness?
It seems
so easy for them.
For these men.
For men
like these.
That's how they won,
I suppose.
[indistinct chatter
over radio]
It isn't about
being right,
or having the people
or God on your side.
It isn't anything
that grandiose.
In the end,
victory goes to
the hardest heart.
To the ruthless
go the spoils.
[indistinct chatter over radio]
Fifty‐two kids
will be brought
to the Lawrence House
after sunset.
[suspenseful music]
We will move
in darkness.
We can hide in
the dark, at least.
We have a chance,
at least.
If there is actually
a Martha network.
If this all isn't a trap,
set by the Eyes.
I will get the children
to the airport.
The plane leaves
at midnight.
Because
I am ruthless.
‐ Blessed be the fruit.
‐ May the Lord open.
JANINE: A gift.
Yay.
[giggles]
[indistinct chatter over radio]
[chuckles]
‐ Ofjoseph.
What was that all about?
‐ Just Janine.
‐ Mmm.
OFJOSEPH:
I am sorry, Aunt Lydia.
‐ Let me have
a look at you.
I certainly hope
you have not acquired
too many bad habits
at the Lawrences.
Ofjoseph, you do realize that
the other girls look up to you,
don't you?
‐ Yes,
Aunt Lydia.
AUNT LYDIA:
But popularity
is not a contest,
it's a responsibility.
You wouldn't
do anything
that would put your friends
in danger, would you?
‐ Of course not,
Aunt Lydia.
AUNT LYDIA: It's in your own
best interest, Ofjoseph,
because your
next Commander
will not tolerate any of
your subversive nonsense.
‐ I shall keep the...
"subversive nonsense"
to a minimum then.
AUNT LYDIA:
Back to your duties.
Watch yourself.
‐ You got it.
[seagulls caw]
[car drives by]
SIENNA: How many soap tokens
did she give you?
‐ They were on sale.
Hey, I've got it.
Where's Beth?
‐ She's barfing.
‐ She better
feel better.
SIENNA:
She's not sick.
She's freaking out.
She won't let me
help with anything.
OFJOSEPH:
She runs the house.
SIENNA: She said
I should just...
take care of
the Commander.
OFJOSEPH:
God bless your labors.
‐ You know I was studying
for the MCATs before.
I was gonna be
a radiologist.
‐ Okay.
‐ I'm not
a fucking child!
‐ Then do something
about it.
And stop waiting
for someone
to hold your
fucking hand.
‐ I'm not.
LAWRENCE: Sienna, could you
unwrinkle this for me, please?
‐ Yes, sir.
[Lawrence clears throat]
Actually, I don't have
time right now, sir.
Ofjoseph needs
my help.
‐ All right.
OFJOSEPH: All that
has to go in the basement.
SIENNA: On it.
Praise be.
LAWRENCE:
Praise be.
[door opens and closes]
Oh, she's a bit prickly,
isn't she?
‐ No. Maybe
you've forgotten
what a strong woman
looks like, sir.
‐ And Beth is sick?
‐ Nerves.
LAWRENCE: Well,
she's afraid of dying,
I'd imagine.
Something that...
doesn't appear
to trouble you.
‐ I am a woman
of faith.
‐ [stuttering] I called
a Senior Staff meeting
at the chancery.
It should draw security
out of the neighborhood
for a few hours.
[door creaks]
‐ Great. Thank you.
Sorry...
‐ You got that?
OFJOSEPH:
Sir. Beth!
‐ Sorry.
Can I get you
something, sir?
‐ Me?
No.
God guide
your steps.
‐ Go in grace,
Commander Lawrence.
You all right?
‐ You get everything?
‐ Yup.
‐ Okay then.
[low, dramatic music]
[gate squeaks]
[gate opens silently]
[rustling]
[breath trembling]
[car drives by]
‐ Fuck.
Shit.
It's okay.
Come on. But I have to
get you inside.
Come on.
[tense music]
Inside.
Check outside.
Wait here.
‐ They're not supposed
to move until dark.
‐ I know.
It's okay.
‐ Is this it?
Mayday?
Is it?
‐ Yes.
[door beeps, unlocks]
SERENA: Is it time
to go back in?
MARK: Not yet.
You're fine.
SERENA:
Thank you.
MARK: The ICC prosecutors
want to have another session
tomorrow to go over
your written testimony.
‐ All right.
‐ American intelligence
debrief starts next week.
Busy woman.
‐ Are there any invitations
I can politely decline?
‐ I'm afraid you've surrendered
that right, Mrs. Waterford.
‐ All right. I will
endeavor to answer
any questions that
they might have.
MARK: I know.
It's...
exhausting.
I could try to push
some of the sessions.
‐ No,
it's fine.
I didn't surrender
my rights, Mr. Tuello.
I traded them
for my daughter.
‐ We should...
I do have something
for you.
A gate badge.
Starting next week,
you have permission to...
leave the facility.
SERENA:
That’s overwhelming.
Thank you.
MARK: Well,
the ICC is satisfied.
You’ve cooperated
completely. With that...
comes privileges.
SERENA: I’ll have to do
some exploring.
‐ They’ll talk you
through the restrictions.
But you can get to know
the city a little.
Start thinking about
where you might want to live.
‐ Out in the world
without an escort.
‐ I’m sure you’ll
find your way.
OFJOSEPH: Okay.
Put your foot up here.
Oof.
All right.
I’m gonna clean it
off a bit, okay?
You have
to tell me
if it hurts,
though, all right?
Here we go.
Wow.
You’re tough.
Went a long way
in those woods, huh?
All the way
from Lexington,
your Martha said?
Pretty brave.
There we go.
Okay, I think
we’re done.
KIKI: Bless you
for your trouble, Miss.
OFJOSEPH:
You’re welcome.
KIKI: Do you know
what it’s like?
OFJOSEPH:
Hmm?
‐ Out.
‐ Well, it’s like things
were before Gilead.
‐ I don’t remember before.
‐ You’ll be free.
You can wear
whatever you want.
No one’s gonna
hurt you for reading.
Or tell you
what to think,
or who
to love,
or what to
believe in.
And, you know,
you don’t have to be a wife.
Or a mother,
if you don’t want to.
‐ Then what
would I be?
[hopeful string music]
‐ You.
‐ Will God still
love me then?
‐ Yes.
[inhales]
You hungry?
There you go.
KIKI: For food in a world
where many walk in hunger.
For faith in a world
where many walk in fear.
For my family in a world
where many walk alone.
We give thanks,
O Lord.
Amen.
‐ Amen.
[footsteps approaching]
‐ [gasps] Maggie wants to leave.
[footsteps approaching]
MAGGIE: I’ve changed
my mind. We have to go!
It’s been too long!
They’ll find us!
Get your shoes on, peanut.
We’re going home.
[ominous music]
‐ She has a plan!
Seriously!
‐ It’s taking too long.
BETH: The plane will be
waiting for us at midnight.
‐ No, no.
Midnight?
No. We’re going home.
Where’s your coat?
Where’s your coat?
My mistress
is fair and forgiving.
She is forgiving and kind,
and she will understand.
‐ You drugged her
and stole her kid.
She’ll call the Eyes,
you idiot, 100%.
‐ She will understand.
I will tell her the truth.
She is fair and forgiving.
‐ We can’t
let you go.
SIENNA: Hey.
Hey, it’s okay.
‐ Don’t fucking
touch me!
It’s okay.
Here.
There.
There you go.
Let’s put these on.
We will be home
in no time.
Kiki,
hurry up.
‐ Maggie.
Stop.
‐ I just wanna
go home.
‐ You can’t.
BETH:
June!
MAGGIE: Kiki
needs to go home.
This is where
she belongs.
‐ No one
belongs here.
Maggie,
if you try to run,
I will shoot you.
I swear to God
I will.
I will.
[gasps]
MAGGIE:
I’m sorry!
BETH:
Let her go.
‐ Maggie!
[gun clicks]
Maggie!
KIKI:
Maggie!
Maggie!
[gasps]
[footsteps approaching]
‐ June!
My God!
[Kiki crying]
[Ofjoseph breathing
erratically]
[eerie music]
[gasps]
[breathing erratically]
[approaching footsteps]
[Lawrence sighs]
‐ Busy morning.
‐ You have a meeting.
LAWRENCE: I made
a regretful exit.
‐ No.
You have to
be there.
‐ It’s all right.
Don’t worry
about it.
How’s the child?
‐ She’s fine.
She’ll be fine.
’Cause we’re gonna
get her outta here.
‐ We’ll get her
home safely.
Back to Lexington.
‐ But she’s not going
back to Lexington.
LAWRENCE: Someone
spotted a Martha with a child
near Lexington.
They shouldn’t have
been moving in daylight.
District O.P.
set up a search.
They’ll make their way
over here eventually.
‐ We have
a few hours.
‐ They’ll be setting up roadblocks
as soon as they can.
OFJOSEPH:
We’ll find another way.
How far is
the airport?
You must have maps
around here.
‐ I’m pulling
the plug.
Beth can get a message
to the Marthas.
‐ No.
LAWRENCE: The girl
has to go home.
‐ So that she can get
married off at 14?
No.
I am not
doing that.
I am not
sending her back
so that she
can get raped
and maimed...
in this insane
fucking world
that you
helped to build.
‐ She’s a Commander’s daughter.
She’ll be protected.
‐ So she’s not
gonna get her
clit cut off...
when she
falls in love?
No.
It’s too much.
Mrs. Lawrence,
Ofmatthew,
Frances.
Too many.
[sinister music]
‐ The universe...
doesn’t have
a balance sheet,
I’m afraid.
‐ Yes, it does.
Yes,
it fucking does.
I almost
shot her.
[sighs]
For crying.
I almost shot a ten‐year‐old girl
for crying.
[sad piano music]
My Hannah’s ten.
[breathes deeply]
This can’t have been
for nothing.
‐ I’ve made
my decision.
[music turns dark]
‐ It’s not
your decision.
Men.
Fucking pathological.
You are not
in charge.
I am.
So,
go to
your office
and find me
a fucking map.
Thank you.
[bangs table]
‐ You’re still in my house!
My house.
Young lady.
‐ Hmph.
You really think this
is still your house?
[scoffs]
‐ Decisions
about local affairs
are determined
by a majority vote.
‐ How many Commanders
sit on each council?
WATERFORD: [sighs]
A dozen, give or take.
It’s based on
the number of townships.
MURRAY: And did you preside
over these council meetings?
[Waterford sighs]
Were you
in charge?
‐ I... helped
maintain decorum.
Kept the wolves at bay,
so to speak.
[door beeps, opens]
[door beeps, closes]
MURRAY: Session
concludes at 18:15.
Thank you,
Commander.
WATERFORD:
Until next time.
[Waterford sighs]
Have you worked
with Ms. Murray before?
‐ Is there an issue with her
you’d like to discuss?
[door beeps, opens]
WATERFORD:
I find her very smart.
[door beeps, closes]
Thorough.
‐ Thanks for
your patience.
There’s a lot
to cover.
‐ Then I’d hate to
add something else
to your plate.
I have some uncomfortable
information to report.
Serious crimes
committed by my wife.
MARK: Commander,
Mrs. Waterford
has a plea agreement
that gives her immunity.
WATERFORD: Yes,
I’ve been reading about that.
Your law library
is excellent.
‐ Anything Serena
did in Gilead
was under duress.
She had no power,
she was...
subject
to the state.
‐ I can assure you,
what Mrs. Waterford did...
was far beyond
the laws of Gilead...
and the laws of God.
OFJOSEPH: How far
is the airport?
BETH:
Five miles maybe.
We could take
Lawrence’s car.
Go back and forth.
OFJOSEPH:
It’s too many trips.
SIENNA:
We could walk.
If we go through the woods
and follow the creek,
it’s a lot shorter
than the road.
We’d have to mark
the way somehow.
‐ We could walk.
[distant dog barking]
[tense music]
[dog barking]
[rustling]
[gasps]
[hopeful piano music]
[gasps]
MARTHA:
[whispers] Okay.
‐ [whispers]
Hi.
MARTHA:
Godspeed.
‐ Thank you.
Okay,
come here.
Come on.
Hurry!
Okay.
It’s all right.
Come on.
Hurry.
Okay. We’ve gotta
go out this way.
[siren wailing]
Come here.
It’s okay.
You’re all right.
Come inside.
Hurry!
Careful.
This way.
Come on!
Hurry!
Quietly.
Go, go, go.
Shh.
Hurry!
Shh.
Come here.
This way.
Come on.
Careful.
Here you go.
Holy shit.
[rustling]
MARTHA:
God bless you.
RITA:
She killed them.
They wouldn’t just
let her leave.
SIENNA:
We’ve gotta go.
OFJOSEPH:
Okay.
‐ Are you looking
at the pretty lights?
Yeah?
[siren wailing]
MARK:
Mrs. Waterford?
‐ Mr. Tuello?
MARK: Take
the child, please.
‐ What’s going on?
MARK:
Mrs. Waterford,
under warrant
from the I.C.C.
and the Government of
the United States of America,
I’m placing you
under arrest.
‐ On what grounds?
MARK: Crimes against humanity.
SERENA: No, wait!
I’m sorry! Wait a second!
‐ Sexual slavery.
The rape of June Osborn.
‐ A religious...
Wait, wait a second.
Religious ritual
ordered by the State
under penalty
of execution.
I do have immunity,
Mr. Tuello.
Please, stop
for a second!
‐ This charge doesn’t
involve what you did
with your husband.
Take the child.
SERENA: No, please.
I’m sorry. Please.
Can you please wait
Wait, wait.
Please, stop!
I don’t understand.
What’s going on?
‐ You forced your driver
to impregnate Ms. Osborn
so you could claim
the resulting child.
‐ Nick and Offred
had a relationship.
MARK:
It’s still rape,
Mrs. Waterford.
[grim music]
Take her downstairs.
Take her
downstairs.
‐ Please.
Mark,
please!
RITA:
The light’s out.
[door creaks]
LAWRENCE:
Chapter 32.
"The Treasure Hunt...
The Voice among the Trees."
"Partly from the damping
influence of this alarm,
partly to rest Silver
and the sick folk,
the whole party sat down
as soon as they had gained
the brow of the ascent."
‐ This is more than 52.
[uplifting piano music]
‐ "The plateau being somewhat
tilted toward the west,
this spot on which
we had paused
commanded a wide prospect
on either hand.
Before us,
over the tree‐tops,
we behel
the Cape of the Woods
fringed with surf.
Behind, we not
only looked down
on the anchorage
and Skeleton Island,
but saw clear
across the spit
and the eastern lowlands,
a great field of open sea
upon the east.
Sheer above us
the Spy‐glass..."
That’s...
that's part of the map.
"...here dotted
with single pines,
there with
black precipices.
There was no sound but that
of the distant breakers,
the waves mounting
from all around,
and the chirp
of countless insects
in the brush.
Not a man, not a sail,
upon the sea.
The very largeness
of the view increased
the sense of...
solitude.
Silver, as he sat
took certain bearings...
BETH: June.
LAWRENCE:...with his compass.
OFHOWARD:
Hi.
LAWRENCE: 'There are
three tall trees' said he..."
BETH: What else
did he tell you?
OFHOWARD:
They know something’s up.
There are Guardians
everywhere. Hi!
‐ Hi!
OFHOWARD:
How’s it going?
BETH: Talk. Tell her
what you told me.
OFHOWARD: Um.
They arrested the Martha,
two miles from here.
I heard my Commander.
She was the one
from Lexington.
Now they’re looking
for a little girl.
BETH: The Mistress woke up
and reported her missing.
Must have been
bad Rohypnol.
OFHOWARD:
They said "house to house."
[dog barking]
[bleak music]
[inhales]
‐ We have to go.
We have to go now.
Get everybody out.
Get the bags.
Use both doors.
Go.
Now.
Let’s go!
[murmuring]
Good job, girls.
BETH: Guys, keep quiet and go.
Quick as you can.
OFHOWARD:
Let’s go!
OFJOSEPH:
There we go.
Shh.
Nice and quiet.
It’s okay, sweetie.
Let’s go.
It’s okay.
RITA: Come on, come on.
Hurry, hurry, hurry!
Come on.
Go, run!
‐ That’s the last of them.
‐ You said you weren’t
gonna be any trouble.
‐ Yeah.
I lied.
‐ [scoffs]
Women.
‐ Come with us.
You can get out.
Eleanor would’ve
wanted that.
‐ I’m not a big fan
of flying...
or children.
[chuckles]
Eleanor would’ve...
wanted me
to stay,
clean up
my own mess.
[sniffs]
‐ Hmm.
[breathing deeply]
[exciting instrumental music]
Well, may God
grant you peace...
Joseph.
‐ And you,
June Osborn.
[sighs]
[ominous music]
JUNE: [whispering]
Over there, over there!
Come on!
By the hill.
RITA: [whispering]
Hurry, hurry.
SIENNA: Over here.
Get down... Get down!
Get down!
Keep your head down!
[baby fusses]
[shushes]
JUNE:
Quiet.
[indistinct whispering]
MARTHA:
Okay.
[shushes]
MARTHA:
Shh. Quiet.
RITA: Okay,
let’s go. Go!
Let’s go.
[shushes]
[baby fussing]
[Rita shushes]
RITA: [whispering]
Down. Get down.
[optimistic music]
[breathing heavily]
‐ Okay.
Come on.
Shit.
Get down.
Get down.
[suspenseful music]
[breathing heavily]
[indistinct chatter]
[keys jangling]
‐ [whispers]
Shit.
[breathing heavily]
[melancholic music]
Okay.
Here's what you're
going to do.
You're gonna take them,
follow the fence,
find a safe place
to get them across.
All right?
‐ They'll see us.
‐ I won't
let them. Go!
RITA: Okay. Go. Let's go.
JUNE: Go.
You okay?
‐ Yeah.
I'm sorry that
it's been this hard.
It's not fair to you
that it's been this hard.
‐ It's okay.
Sometimes you
have to do the things
that you have to do.
‐ Yeah.
All right. Come on.
KIKI: Okay.
RITA:
Go. Go.
‐ Rita.
Come here.
I need you
to take care of her.
All right?
Get them
on the plane.
Okay?
‐ Don't...
Don't do this.
‐ Promise me.
Promise.
‐ I promise.
‐ Okay.
‐ Hey.
Are you sure?
‐ Yeah.
‐ May He in His mercy
protect you.
‐ Godspeed.
‐ Okay, okay,
let's go.
Let's go.
[sniffling and
holding back tears]
[howling]
[tense music]
[indistinct chatter]
[twig snaps]
[rustling]
[uplifting music]
[Handmaids grunting]
[glass shattering]
SEARCH GUARDIAN:
Help!
[grunting]
Five‐six to Ella West.
Send some help!
RADIO DISPATCHER:
Go, go, go, go.
JUNE:
Get down.
[grunting]
[groans]
[gun firing]
[groans]
[gunfire continues]
RITA: [whispers]
Come on, come on. Go.
[groans]
[Ofhoward weeping]
[guns firing]
JUNE:
It's okay.
[gasping]
Don't worry.
[guns firing]
[indistinct chatter over radio]
[choir vocalizes sad tune]
OFHOWARD:
No. No.
No, no.
SEARCH GUARDIAN:
Hands up!
[sad piano music]
[panting]
[heart beating loudly]
[gun firing]
Stop!
[gun fires]
Stop!
[gun fires]
[groans]
[indistinct radio chatter]
Don't move!
[suspenseful music]
[groans]
[gasps]
[Search Guardian grunting]
[both grunting]
[breathing raggedly]
‐ Tell them
it's all clear.
Go on.
Just tell them
it's all clear.
It's okay.
Go ahead.
‐ Five‐six.
[indistinct chatter
over radio]
‐ Here you go.
Go ahead.
SEARCH GUARDIAN:
All clear. False alarm.
RADIO DISPATCHER:
Roger, five‐six.
‐ Good.
Good.
Thank you.
[breathing heavily]
[dramatic music]
[groans]
[gasping]
[grunts]
God.
[groans]
[airplane engine rumbling]
[indistinct chatter]
MOIRA: Okay. We need to be
ready for anything, guys!
All right. Let's get
those stretchers out.
Hey!
Uh, you think I need to call
for more? More volunteers?
‐ No, they're coming in on their own.
We're putting 'em to work.
‐ All right.
All right.
MAN: Need some space, guys.
Come on.
‐ Hi.
‐ Oh, hey.
We've got
a few more doctors.
‐ Okay, great. Um,
when they get here,
you're going to send them that way.
Medical's in the northeast corner.
‐ Okay.
[Moira sighs]
[electronic beeping]
WOMAN:
Stand by.
[emotional music]
MOIRA:
My God.
My name
is Moira.
I'm here
to help you.
KIKI: Miss?
This is the place where
I can wear what I want?
‐ Yes,
it is.
Come on.
Let's get you
out of here.
‐ Hey.
Come on.
Just go and find
the lady over there.
It's all right.
Come on down.
They're gonna help you out
with some blankets.
Come on down.
‐ Let's keep
you warm.
You've gotta
be cold.
Here.
What's your name?
‐ I...
MAN: Rebecca?
MAN: Rebecca?
MOIRA: Do you know him?
KIKI:
[muffled] Daddy!
[both weeping]
LUKE: [whispers]
Come on, Hannah.
EMILY: Can I
ask your name?
‐ Amelia.
‐ Amelia. Thank you.
LUKE: Yeah, you got it.
You got it.
Can you take that?
WOMAN: Can I...
Can I take the baby?
‐ Okay.
WOMAN:
Thank you.
MAN:
Let's get you warm.
[weeps]
‐ Rita!
Emily.
Ofglen.
RITA:
Oh, praise be.
‐ It's okay.
‐ Hi.
‐ Hi. [laughs]
Luke!
‐ Luke.
‐ Yeah.
RITA: You're Luke.
It's really good
to meet you.
She did this.
June.
Your June.
She... she did this.
[sobbing]
She did...
She did everything.
It's... [sobbing]
I hope everything's okay.
[indistinct chatter]
[birds chirping]
["Into Dust"
by Mazzy Star]
[both laughing]
‐ Hey, look.
What do you think?
You like it?
JUNE: Is that funny?
Will Daddy join us?
HANNAH: Come on.
JUNE: Come on, Dad!
‐ Daddy's busy
on his book.
Mmm.
JUNE: His book?
‐ Lot of words.
JUNE: Yeah!
Come here.
HOPE:
♪ Still ♪
JUNE: Get it,
get it, get it. Ah!
[all laughing]
HOPE:
♪ Breathless and on again ♪
[laughing]
LUKE: I'm gonna get you!
[Hannah squeals]
Gotcha!
You're fast!
[June shouts]
HOPE:
♪ Today ♪
‐ Ooh!
JUNE: Wow!
LUKE:
Good job!
JUNE:
Got him!
HOPE:
♪ Beside me today ♪
♪ Around ♪
♪ Broken in two ♪
‐ [distorted]
Don't worry, okay?
HOPE:
♪ Till your eyes shed ♪
♪ Into dust ♪
♪ Like two strangers ♪
♪ Turning into dust ♪
♪ ♪
♪ Till my hand shook ♪
♪ With the way I fear ♪
♪ ♪
♪ I could ♪
♪ Possibly be fading ♪
♪ Or have ♪
♪ Something more to gain ♪
JUNE:
And the Lord said,
I have seen
my people in bondage,
and I have heard
their cry.
I know
their sorrows.
And I am come
to deliver them
from the hand
of evil men,
and to lead
my people
out of that
sorrowful place
to a land flowing
with milk and honey.
[wind howling softly]
♪ ♪
HOPE:
♪ I could feel myself... ♪
[song continues]
DEE DEE: She's got
paraplegia, epilepsy.
And she's allergic
to sugar.
DR. CHANDRA: Have you been
able to confirm the medical history?
‐ Which part?
‐ Any of it.
ALLISON: I'm with Children's Division
of Missouri Social Services.
DEE DEE: Open!
[Gypsy coughs]
GYPSY: [crying]
I'm so trapped.
And I can't tell anyone.
‐ You can tell me.
[dramatic music]
‐ What are you
hiding from me?