No!
Previously on The Handmaid's Tale...
Nick told me everything.
The resistance was planning a massacre. I shut it down.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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...
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.
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.
Girls, greet your sisters from the Red Center.
Blessed be the fruit.
May the Lord open.
Godspeed.
Ladies and gentlemen,
please welcome High Commander and Mrs. Gabriel Wharton.
- 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.
Shit. Serena's heading over.
- God damn it. - Handmaids, gather, please.
I'd like to speak with all of you, if I may.
Girls, gather quickly for Mrs. Wharton.
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.
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.
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.
- May the Lord open. - Just this way.
- Thank you. Thank you. - Thank you.
- 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.
Yeah, I know, it's good.
This is delicious.
I had my fill, but...
- Oh, no, thank you. - Go ahead.
You should have some more.
I think I've had enough.
No, no, no. You don't deserve it.
You eat like a bird.
Get them back to the Red Center.
I'll go with the posted Handmaids.
And be careful.
You have to have some. It's good luck.
- Yes, I will. - You be careful.
- Make sure he's passed out. - Don't worry.
Get them ready.
Blessed be the fruit, dears.
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.
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.
Praise be.
June?
June!
- Praise be, Aunt Lydia. - Aunt Lydia.
Ah! I'm so glad you could make it.
Lydia! You bailed on my meetings.
I think June Osborn is here.
You're losing it, lady. June Osborn is in Alaska.
Alaska?
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.
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.
Oh, yes.
I have been wanting to do this.
Welcome to your new home.
Oh.
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.
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!
Enough!
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.
You think God wants this abomination of a marriage?
You have deceived me.
Serena!
I think he wants you, Mrs. Wharton.
We can't stay here.
You have gone insane. Stop!
I forbid you to go.
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?
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!
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.
Sir, who was there?
- Ma'am? - Who sat there?
The Handmaids, ma'am.
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.
Aunt Lydia. Blessed evening.
How was the wedding?
Unlock this door. Open it!
Oh, for goodness' sakes.
Sorry. My apologies, Ma'am. Uh... Okay.
Open it!
- Peter, stay alert. - Yes, Ma'am.
For goodness' sakes.
They've been in bed for over an hour, Aunt Lydia.
Bell.
What? Repeat yourself.
June Osborn.
Nice to meet you.
June?
- Hi. - Hi.
Thanks.
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?
Peter!
No! 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?
My name is Moira...
you fucking bitch!
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?
I will not hesitate to shoot a traitor.
Tell me, where is June Osborn?
I'm right here.
I knew it. I knew it!
You did this.
No, Aunt Lydia.
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.
You know 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.
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.
I'm sorry he hurt you, dear.
Come.
Yeah, yeah. Come on, let's go.
Let's go.
Come on, come on. Let's go.
Oh, God, help me!
God, help me!
Oh, God, help me.
God, help me.
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.
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.
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