The Handmaid's Tale

Ahhh!

Are you okay? Is she all right?

Come on, come on, baby.

Come here, honey, come here. Let Mommy check you.

Come here. Come over here.

Is it your head? Did the car go bump?

It's okay.

All right. You've gotta take her. Okay?

So... It's about two miles north. No, no, no.

He said someone's gonna meet us.

All right, go with Mommy. What about you?

What about you? No. No, no, it's all right. You go. Go!

Run, run, run! Run, run!

I'll be right behind you. Come on. Here we go.

Faster. Watch your step.

Careful.

Watch the road.

Go to the left, honey.

Come on. Go quickly.

Go left. Here you go.

Do you see her?

Do you see her?

She went that way.

Stay here, hon. Stay there.

Come here, honey. Good girl.

We're gonna hide right here. Quick, quick, quick.

Put your head down. Good girl.

Now be very quiet, okay? Be quiet.

Check behind that tree.

Mommy? Shh, shh.

Quiet, baby girl.

Quiet.

I don't see her.

Pull up around there!

Here we go. Good girl. Good girl.

Mommy!

Mommy, they're coming!

Move!

Stop her!

- We got her! - No!

- Mommy! - No! No! No!

Take her! No! Hannah! No! Please!

Please don't take her! Please don't take her! No!

- Mommy! - No!

Stop it! No! Please! No! No!

No! No! No! No! Please!

- Mommy! - Please don't...

No!

A chair.

A table,

a lamp.

There's 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.

I had another name, but it's forbidden now.

So many things are forbidden now.

So, here you are.

You can sit.

I don't make a practice of it, but just this one time.

So.

Old what's-his-name didn't work out?

No, ma'am.

Hmm. Tough luck.

This is your second posting then?

Yes, ma'am.

Good.

Our last one was brand new. It was like training a dog,

only not a very smart one.

I expect you know the rules.

Yes, ma'am.

Don't call me ma'am.

You're not a Martha.

Well, look what the cat dragged in.

This is the new one.

Hello.

Blessed be the fruit...

May the Lord open.

I'm Commander Waterford.

Peace be to you.

May God make me truly worthy.

Right.

Well.

Good.

Nice to meet you.

You too.

Get up.

I want to see as little of you as possible.

Do you understand?

Yes, ma... Yes.

Mrs. Waterford.

He is my husband until death do us part.

Don't get any ideas.

If I get trouble, believe me, I will give trouble back.

Rita makes the bread from scratch.

It's the kind of thing they like the Marthas to do.

A return to traditional values.

That's what they fought for.

Always showing up when I'm in the midst of something.

Hold your horses.

Just coffee for you this morning?

Duty calls, I'm afraid.

I'll be in my office.

Something wrong?

Just a conference call with my field commanders.

Then meetings.

Always a lot of meetings.

Right. Well, you need to be early tonight.

Of course.

I know it's hard, but keep faith.

We'll be rewarded.

I promise.

The Commander likes his eggs lately.

Make sure they're fresh,

not like last time.

Let them know who it's for

and they won't mess around.

All right.

Thank you.

You gonna stand there all day?

Be rude,

leaving your friend outside waiting.

I want to tell her that Ofglen

is not my friend.

That I've exchanged barely 50 words with her

in the two months since I got here.

I kind of want to tell her that I sincerely believe

that Ofglen is a pious little shit

with a broomstick up her ass.

Under His eye.

Under His eye.

Sorry.

He's the Commander's driver.

Lives over the garage.

Low status. Hasn't even been issued a woman.

Going shopping?

No, Nick, I'm gonna knock back

a few at the Oyster House Bar.

You wanna come along? Yes.

If you're going to All Flesh,

you should avoid the chicken.

I read they've got crazy levels of dioxin.

I'm going to Loaves and Fishes.

Oh, then you should definitely avoid the tuna.

Mercury?

No, I just don't like tuna very much.

Maybe he's lonely.

Maybe he watches me.

Maybe he's an Eye.

Peace be with you.

Blessed be the fruit.

May the Lord open.

Offred?

Are you okay?

Yes.

Pious little shit.

Very well, thank you.

Thank you for asking.

We go everywhere in twos.

It's supposed to be for our protection.

For companionship.

That's bullshit.

There are no friends here.

Can't be.

The truth is we're watching each other.

She is my spy

and I am hers.

We've been sent good weather.

Which I receive with joy.

The war is going well, I hear.

By His hand.

We've defeated more of the rebels.

They had a stronghold in the Blue Hills.

We smoked them out.

Praised be.

Some artistic ones, please.

Oh, yeah.

Offred.

We should go.

Hey.

Under His eye.

Did you see? They have oranges.

Praised be.

The fighting in Florida must be going well.

Your Mistress likes oranges.

Make sure she knows you got them.

Don't let a Martha take the credit.

I don't... I don't have a token for oranges.

Tell them you're Commander Waterford's.

He's really high up.

His name's in the news.

I didn't read it. I promise...

We should get some oranges before they're all out.