If only you'd been more patient.
That's the thing about state-sanctioned rape.
Patience is not an option.
So, utter carnage instead?
We gather to condemn these detestable cowards
who murdered God's most noble servants.
This is your fault, Aunt Lydia.
Dear Lord, have mercy for what they've done,
for they have been prisoners of godless men!
This is the beginning of the end.
Gilead shall endure.
Rise up!
Fight for your freedom!
Don't let the bastards grind you down!
Go! Go! Go! Go!
Commander, this way.
- No! - June!
- Where are you taking us? - Someplace safe.
We've got a small foothold in the city,
but we need to find those extremist Commanders,
the ones who survived, and finish the job.
I need to know where the Commanders are who survived.
Don't you see, Gilead is just going to keep sending more and more men
just like them.
They're flying to DC tonight.
You need to end this brazen assault.
End her.
The bomb, I presume?
I'll try not to fuck this up.
Commander Lawrence. We need a united front in DC.
I'm pleased you're joining us.
I would take it all back.
I'd let the whole fucking human race just die out
just so I wouldn't have Gilead on my conscience.
So, do something.
Guess you decided to join the winners.
She told me to give all this up.
You should've listened to her.
Boston is free.
The Gilead occupation is over.
We won.
Here, at least.
Boston is America again.
Praise fucking be.
By the time the Marines landed in Southie,
the fighting was almost over.
Gilead had already started pulling out of the city.
Then it only took 19 days.
But this is just the beginning.
First, Massachusetts is liberated, then New York.
West, across Ohio, Kansas.
Someday, Colorado.
And then Hannah.
Freedom!
- There it is! - Yeah!
There it is! We're free!
Yeah.
- Hey. - Hey.
Have you heard anything about Janine?
No.
Gilead tried to fight...
but they had no leaders.
The Boston Commanders were all dead before the battle even started.
God always requires a sacrifice.
Hey, guys. Guys. We gotta load up the trucks.
We gotta go.
We need ammo and weapons in every truck. Don't bunch 'em up, all right?
Hey. Are you okay?
- Yeah. - Yeah?
I saw Rita and Moira at the fire.
They're celebrating now.
Excellent.
Yeah, they've earned it.
Hey, you haven't slept in days. You should go rest.
But I'm not tired. No, I'm not tired.
Yeah, I should be. It's weird.
But, yeah.
Hey, you know what? We got, um...
We got the union guys.
Yeah, we got some Boston city electrical workers.
We're gonna take them down to the power plant,
- get the lights back on. - Okay.
You're too busy to be tired.
Well, we're gonna get the electricals up and then, uh, power back on.
And then, hopefully, we can get Logan up and running.
And that means flights from Alaska.
We can get Holly and your mom down here.
That would be amazing.
Yeah.
What about New York? Is, uh... Is that where Mayday is going next?
Yeah. There's, uh, murmurs.
Obvl... Like, I've started making
contacts with Mayday on the ground there,
but, you know, I don't know. We'll see. We'll see.
It's not Colorado, though, right?
Listen...
The way we get Hannah back is we take down Gilead one place at a time.
Okay.
I gotta go.
Hey.
Any news?
There's been a big shuffle in Gilead command.
What does that have to do with Hannah?
Most of the western district Commanders have been promoted,
including MacKenzie.
He's been reassigned to DC.
He's moving in with his wife and your daughter.
Okay.
Hannah will be 2000 miles closer.
I know that isn't enough, but it's a kind of progress.
And, in any case, you are off duty.
You need to get some rest.
What are you, uh...
What are you doing to find Janine?
These are our people still trapped in Gilead.
Not leaving any of them behind.
The Eyes have her? Is she...
- is she dead? - We don't know.
I'm sorry.
May God help her.
Or Aunt Lydia.
We've been in contact with her.
She was released by the Eyes.
She's finding out what she can about Janine.
Jesus.
Fucking nine lives.
She's a survivor.
I may know something more about Janine
in a few hours, if you want to stay close.
- Thanks. - Yeah.
You look like shit, Mark.
You should get some sleep.
Thanks.
I'm not a great sleeper.
- No? - Uh-uh.
My son lives in Hawaii...
with my ex-wife.
And when I close my eyes, I see... them.
And I get back to work.
This is the best thing I can do for him.
Bring down Gilead so he doesn't have to do it.
May God speed the days.
So we both can get some rest.
- Did you see it? - Yeah, I saw it.
Where's the pink one?
Okay, where is the pink one?
What's wrong with this?
- And that has the black inside. No, wait. - Hey.
Can I have some?
- Okay, not too much of that. Okay? - Okay.
Okay.
Sweetie, it's gonna make your stomach hurt.
- Okay? - Okay.
Thank you, Banana.
You're welcome.
Hi. Can I get five adult and five kid's, please?
Thank you.
Hannah?
Sweetie? Hannah?
Hannah?
Excuse me. Have seen a little girl? She's...
- Um, no. - No. Sorry.
Hannah!
Oh, no.
Sweetie. Hannah!
Hannah! Come here!
Hi! Oh, my God.
Are you okay?
Are you okay? Where'd you go?
You lost me.
What? No. No, no, no.
No, no, no.
Mommies always come back, remember?
Mommies always come back.
Okay, um...
let's see if we can find you something new
'cause you're getting to be such a big boy now, huh?
Serena.
Hey.
Praise be His mercy.
Congratulations on your victory.
None of it would've happened without you.
Yes.
I am become death,
destroyer of worlds.
Guess I've helped Boston fall twice now.
Hmm.
Can I help you?
Uh, yes. Yes.
Come on over, honey.
Hi!
Oh. Oh.
I am very sorry about Nick.
May his memory be a blessing and a comfort to you always.
Nick reaped what he sowed.
He led a violent and...
dishonest life, so...
You know, if he ever thought he had a real choice,
he would've chosen you.
Okay.
Shall we see what we have here?
Let's see.
Yeah. Ooh, what's this?
It's perfect.
And I think it's your size.
It is a sign from God.
Signs are the realm of witches.
Well, we're not in Gilead anymore.
- You know, I can never go back. - Perfect.
Too many people want me dead.
Canada won't give me a passport,
and neither will the EU, so, uh...
looks like I'm just nobody.
You're his mother.
Just be that.
Just be that. Right?
Right?
Serena.
Now, please.
Hey, two more.
Where are we going?
A UN refugee camp, for now.
Uh, okay. Um...
I... I don't have any passports yet for me.
I know. I know. I'm working on a solution.
So, what does that mean for me and my son?
It means you should try not to worry.
Right.
So, my fate is completely in your hands.
I'll find you.
May God bless you.
- Got him? - Yeah.
Okay.
All right.
There we go.
Okay.
June, um...
when I recall some of the things that were done to you and...
the things that I did, and...
that I forced you to do, I'm... I'm ashamed.
You should be.
Yes.
And I'm sorry. And if words mean anything at all, I am sorry.
I forgive you, Serena.
I do.
Thank you.
God bless you, June.
Go in grace, Serena.
That was very generous of you.
You have to start somewhere, right?
New sector opened up.
Your old neighborhood.
If you have trouble at the checkpoints, use my name.
Thank you.
Oh, is it Captain... Tuello?
It's Commander, actually.
This used to be an ice cream place.
They had this amazing salted caramel.
It'd cool if they reopened, wouldn't it?
Blessed be the fruit.
My fucking God.
That's blasphemy.
Pious little shit.
So, you weren't in Boston?
Bridgeport.
It's a hotspot of rebellion, for some reason.
Really good pizza too.
Yeah, they do, praise be.
I was a Martha.
The Commander was a friend.
For how long?
Seven months.
But it was fairly safe,
and eventually I was able to call Syl, so that was wonderful.
We had some things to work through.
- Hmm. - But I Facetimed Oliver on his birthday.
It was only for a minute, but that was amazing.
And he's... he's getting really handsome, so we're in a lot of trouble.
So, you weren't... you weren't just gone?
- Gone from their lives? - Yeah.
Of course not.
They're the reason I'm fighting.
Hmm.
I guess I just...
I thought, when you went back in, that you sort of left them.
I don't know if that's the way things work in the world. I...
I mean, whatever choice you make or try to make, some things stay true.
I love Syl and Oliver. We're a family.
They strung up all the Guardians.
Rage is a gift from God.
It's meant to be shared with the most deserving.
Yeah, and then what?
They still have Hannah.
And it doesn't matter how angry I get.
It doesn't matter how unfair it is.
They stole my life.
And I want it all back the way it was supposed to be.
But that's fucking pointless.
Some things are impossible.
I don't know.
We are both alive to see this.
Together.
I'm thinking of adjusting my concept of the impossible.
I've been dreaming of Boston.
Not Boston now, and not Boston from before.
It's another Boston.
It's the way things would be if there was never a Gilead.
Brought me down!
Ms. Osborne? Ms. Osborne.
I need you to come with me right now. It's urgent, ma'am.
Good evening. Sorry about the hour.
What happened?
We need a familiar face.
- Where are we? - Millerville, Mass.
Near the old Rhode Island line.
It's the new border with Gilead.
Who is it?
We need medical.
Oh, come here. Hey, baby.
Come here. You're okay.
You're okay.
Shh.
You're okay.
- Yeah. - You're okay.
Hi. Hi.
Okay. Okay.
Okay, I want you to be safe.
That's the most important thing.
Right?
I love you.
Janine.
Look who's here.
Hi.
Hi!
Hi, sweetheart.
Come on, now.
Let's get you warm.
Thank you.
Take good care of our Janine, please.
- And Charlotte. - I will.
Lydia.
Thank you.
Blessed is the woman who does not walk in stride with the wicked.
Under His eye, dear.
Next bus from Logan with passengers from Alaska
is arriving in less than one minute.
- Dad! - Here!
- Mom! - Oh, my God. Hi, guys. Hi!
Hi!
Please stand back!
Do not crowd the arrival area!
There she is!
Please give the passengers room to come in! Thank you!
Hi!
- Holly! - Hello, Luke.
Aw.
I know.
Jetlag sucks, doesn't it?
You'll be all better tomorrow, okay?
And you're safe.
It's my job to keep you safe. You know that?
You and your sister.
And I have another job too, I think.
I think I have to do my best...
to help keep all the little girls in Gilead safe too.
If I can.
I have to try.
And in order to do that, I'm gonna have to leave you again, okay?
Because...
I need you to be safe.
And where I'm going, you won't be.
So...
you're gonna have to stay with Grandma
just a little while longer, all right?
I'm sorry.
But you know what?
Can I tell you something?
You don't have to be near Mommy in order to feel her love.
It'll find you no matter where you are.
No matter where you are.
It'll find you.
- Hey. - Hmm?
Can you watch her?
Yeah, I got her.
Is that okay?
If you watch her for a little bit longer?
How much longer is a little longer?
I'm not sure yet.
But who will keep you safe?
Mom.
Mom, it's...
That's my job.
I know.
But the thing is, Mom, I'm...
I'm not safe.
Neither are you.
And they are never going
to stop... coming for us.
And even when we're gone...
they're gonna come for our children...
and our grandchildren.
Fighting may not get us everything, but we don't have a choice.
Because not fighting is what got us Gilead in the first place.
And Gilead doesn't need to be beaten.
It needs to be broken.
Can't someone else break 'em?
You taught me how to fight.
You were there. You were out almost every night.
At protests, and meetings, and the...
You taught me.
And you know me.
Right? I mean, you know me pretty well.
And you know I'm not gonna give up.
I think I'm just getting to know you.
I see the amazing woman you are now.
Thanks, Mom.
Mom, sometimes I don't know if I'm doing a very good job...
as a mom, you know?
Oh, sh... That's bullshit, sweetheart.
You're a great mother.
And I make sure she... she knows that.
I tell her your whole story.
How you saved so many women,
and how you escaped, how you survived.
She should know that her mother is a warrior.
June, you should write a book.
It's not a very good story, Mom.
There is so much violence and fear.
And loss.
No, sweetheart.
It's about never giving up.
It isn't a story for the people who haven't lost anyone.
They don't need this story.
This is the story for people who may never find their babies,
the people who will never ever give up trying.
This is the story for them.
Write it for our sweet baby girl.
And our Hannah.
Write it for your daughters, June.
Tell them who their mother was.
That was a great job, man. Excellent.
You got the power on.
Yeah, we did.
Turning lights on and heat for hundreds of thousands of people.
You know, NBD. No big deal.
I underestimated you.
You did.
Sorry.
We're so... so different now.
Yeah.
Both of us.
It's inevitable that we're gonna make mistakes and...
We don't know each other like we did before.
Yeah.
I mean, was there even a before?
Oh, yeah. Yeah, there was a before.
There's gonna be an after too.
Yeah.
You know, uh,
Mayday is moving out in a couple of days.
Moira's getting them together.
Uh, I found a base up on the New York border. I want to recce it.
Someplace to hide out, start fucking shit up again.
Be careful, huh?
Yeah, I'm gonna... I'm gonna be careful.
What about you?
I'm gonna talk to Mark.
I'm gonna see what... what he's doing next and...
go state by state, figure out a plan.
I'm gonna go to her, Luke.
I'm gonna go get Hannah.
What else is there?
So, meet you there?
Yeah.
Fuck, yeah.
See you there.
You know, you... you should... you should
write this down before you forget it.
Your escape story.
No.
I mean it. It wasn't all horrors, right?
You had people who helped you.
Like Janine, and Emily, and Lawrence...
and Nick.
People who loved you.
People who you loved.
They're all worth remembering.
- Okay. - I wish I had somewhere quieter for you,
but we're bursting at the seams.
This will be fine for us. Thank you.
Yeah. Well, a chair, a table, a bed. All you need, I guess.
Uh, is there, uh, someplace, uh,
I can get some, uh, diapers and clothes?
- I'll ask. - Thank you. God bless you.
We're not really supposed to have kids here anyway.
You might have to find another place for tomorrow.
Uh, okay. Yes, uh, we'll... we'll move if we have to.
- Sorry. - Oh.
Thank you.
Okay. I know.
Oh, I'm sorry. I don't even have a change
of clothes for you for later. I'm sorry.
Oh, hey, look. Okay.
Mmm.
And she shall provide.
Look at what we have here, huh? Hmm?
Oh, I know.
I know. I know. It's been... it's been a long day.
It's been a long day.
You are my most precious gift from God.
Do you know that?
You are the most important thing in the world.
Do you know how much I prayed for you?
And now you're here.
And you're perfect.
And... and you're all I need.
You're all I need.
You're all I ever wanted.
I'm so blessed.
My beautiful baby boy.
A chair, a table, a lamp...
and a window with white curtains.
And the glass is shatterproof.
But... it isn't running away they're afraid of.
A Handmaid wouldn't get far.
It's those other escapes.
The ones you can open in yourself, given a cutting edge.
Or a twisted sheet and a chandelier.
I try not to think about those escapes.
It's harder on Ceremony days, but...
thinking can hurt your chances.
My name is Offred.
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