The Handmaid's Tale

Previously on The Handmaid's Tale...

I encourage you to give Fred a proper funeral.

I got them to say yes.

How?

By not being a woman.

Don't you look lovely, dear.

Aunt Lydia, do you think if the Putnams choose Esther,

that maybe I can visit her?

I don't want to get posted.

Get your Commander to like you, you'll get pregnant faster.

I want to get to know you a little better.

You care for a chocolate?

I need your help. It's about getting Hannah.

Again with this?

She needs to be with me and her father.

Does she? She has a lovely home.

That is not her home!

I love you.

Wouldn't you like to see your daughter in-person

rather than asking about her?

That's a pipe dream.

If you play your part for a while,

we could help each other.

You don't care about me.

You used me.

Somebody, help!

No! Oh, God! Janine!

You sent her a finger.

How is that gonna help our family?

That is not gonna get Hannah back.

I wanted her to know it was me.

You okay?

What was she wearing?

Uh, I... I... I don't remember.

I saw it.

I was just on hold with the refugee help line.

Never got through, they're probably getting swamped.

What was that color?

Who the fuck knows?

And what the fuck was Mark doing with Serena?

She probably made a deal with the Americans.

Oh, fucked!

What was she wearing?

What the fuck was that color?

I don't know. Her dress. I've never seen

that color before. It was like a plum color. Purple.

Yeah, purple. What... what does purple mean?

- I don't know. - I don't know.

It's not pink, though.

She's not a little girl anymore.

Fuck.

Nick was there.

I can talk to him. I need to talk to him.

No, we can't get in contact him without Tuello's office.

There's a group at the border.

Women.

Not like official but, um...

I heard they've been having some luck

getting messages to people inside.

What?

When the fuck were you going to tell me about--

I wasn't gonna tell you that,

because I think they're basically suicidal.

They're a bunch of fucking traumatized refugees,

and they're the last people you need to be around right now.

Well, you don't get to decide that.

Fine. I'll ask them to meet.

For Hannah.

Just me and you, though. No men allowed.

Lily? I'm Moira.

June Osborn.

I thought you'd be taller.

I get that a lot.

So, you need me to send a message?

If you can. To a Commander.

Okay.

Boston?

Yeah.

He a big Jezebel's guy?

No. He's, um...

No.

That's too bad.

We have a couple girls at the one in Boston.

That's not the only way.

I got to expand our network a bit before the Eyes busted me.

I'm one of the women you traded for Waterford.

Sorry I didn't do it sooner.

I don't know how you managed it.

Getting us out.

And all those kids.

I was lucky.

Women always say that

when they've done something extraordinary.

Follow me.

Whose crest is this?

The Brodericks, D.C.

Commander Christopher Broderick? Quite a get.

It was kind of him to take the time.

Well, you put on a big show yesterday.

No surprise leadership is grateful.

Very grateful.

It's a relief that Fred is finally being shown

the respect that he is due.

I hope I haven't gotten you into too much trouble

at the home office.

I'm sure they can't be pleased with you for all of this.

You were given dispensation

to bury your husband in his home country.

The manner in which you go about that

is none of our concern, officially.

You're just here to offer protection.

Our way of apologizing for the unfortunate miscommunication

regarding Commander Waterford's transfer into custody.

And you couldn't possibly be gathering information

to take back to the Americans or the Canadians.

Not at all.

Well, even so, you shouldn't stay too long.

The hotel Marthas will be reporting back.

Are you worried about your reputation?

Just wouldn't want anybody to get the wrong idea.

Right.

I'll leave you to it, then.

I'll be back to escort you to Commander Lawrence's.

Can't be too careful. It's so close to No Man's Land.

Hey. Here, come on.

This is Moira and June Osborn.

They were both in Boston.

June did Angels' Flight.

Come on, we'll message my contact.

We can get past Gilead's cell tower surveillance

with sat phones, but it's a slow process.

Gonna take a while to get down the chain to your guy.

What is this?

Everyone we've been able to get out.

Or a lot of them, anyway.

This is incredible.

Don't be too impressed.

Here's who we've lost over the years.

I'm sorry.

I am too.

But everyone working with Mayday knows the stakes.

Mayday?

Mayday.

Mayday's in Canada?

Mayday's everywhere.

Wait, how have you not been caught?

There's no, you know, flag or anything.

It's outposts. Small, like this.

Families, sometimes. Just people.

People who are trying to do some good.

And they're all along the border?

No idea.

It's safer that way for everyone.

Most of my circle are still inside.

I was a Martha.

We got our information out through this place.

Mayday sent back weapons,

explosives, stuff to make some trouble.

And if you were caught and totally fucked,

they were the ones who would at least try to get you out.

This was my Mayday.

We thought we made it up.

We thought it wasn't real.

We thought we made it up 'cause we had to.

Well, then, you were Mayday too.

Anyway, like I said, it'll be a bit of a wait

to get word to your Commander.

Mrs. Waterford. Mr. Tuello. The dynamic duo.

Commander Lawrence, blessed evening.

Ah, it is now. Uh, your friends await.

The guest of honor.

We have a strict "no spies allowed" policy.

No hard feelings.

No. None... none at all.

But perhaps you'll find a time to join me for a chat later.

I think we have a lot to talk about.

All right.

Serena.

My deepest condolences.

Thank you, Commander Mackenzie.

I believe you know my wife?

Yes, a little.

It's lovely to see you again.

I'm so sorry it's under these circumstances.

It's a balm to have given him the send-off that he deserves.

Well, blessed be.

Of course, we would have preferred to have given

a fair trial, as well,

as Commander Lawrence attempted to arrange.

It's terribly unfortunate

that Ms. Osborn was able to intercede.

You... you know?

She couldn't have done it alone.

And from our understanding, she had quite a bit of help.

The Americans, strange.

You'd expect their diminished status

would restrain their odd affection

for political assassinations. But, tradition, I suppose.

- Rose! - Mrs. Mackenzie!

It's so good to see you.