The Handmaid's Tale

- (BABY CRIES) Previously on The Handmaid's Tale...

A fine and healthy girl.

- Do you have a name? - Angela.

Angela. She's just perfect.

- You can join us. - What do you mean, "us"?

There's a network. Waterford is important.

He's very high up.

You need to be careful.

With her... Ofglen.

She's my partner. We shop together.

Don't get too close to her. It's dangerous.

Trusting anyone is dangerous.

Especially a carpet-munching gender traitor.

I'd like to play a game with you.

- A game? Yes.

Then we'll have to have a rematch.

I'm out of town next week, but when I get back?

Ofglen.

I can tell her that the Commander is going to Washington.

Fuck.

I've heard pieces of the story from Rita.

The Marthas have their own networks.

There was a black van. Then footsteps on the stairs.

Then something quick and brutal

that made her unable to scream.

There'd be no mercies for a member of the Resistance.

She left nothing behind.

No footprints. No breadcrumbs.

I didn't even know her name.

Ofglen is gone.

Now I'm awake to the world.

I was asleep before.

That's how we let it happen.

When they slaughtered Congress, we didn't wake up.

When they blamed terrorists

and suspended the Constitution,

we didn't wake up then either.

They said it would be temporary.

Nothing changes instantaneously.

In a gradually heating bathtub

you'd be boiled to death before you knew it.

Stop. Jeez. You want to kill me.

Good for you.

Good for... Look. It's not good for me.

Red wine is good for me.

Odette told me if you get any fatter, she's gonna kick you out.

- She did not. - Yeah, she said that.

- No, she didn't. - She did.

No, give me a cap.

Hey. Can I get a medium drip with a shot

and a tall non-fat cap.

- Medium and a small. - Yes.

7.81.

- Is Claire sick? - Who?

The woman who usually works here.

How would I know?

Sorry. Declined.

- Really? - Yeah. Insufficient funds.

That's not possible.

I just deposited my paycheck yesterday, so...

Do you have any cash?

- What? No, what's up? - Can you just run it again?

Could you come back when you have some money?

Excuse...

Hey, man, what's your problem? Just run her card again.

I'll just call from work.

- What's your problem? - What?

Fucking sluts. Get the fuck out of here.

- What did you just say? - (LAUGHS) Excuse me?

- Did you just call us fucking sluts? - Are you serious, dude?

This your first day or something? What's your name?

- Unbelievable. - What's your name, bro?

- Get out of here. - Come on. Let's go.

Let's go. Come on. He's not worth it. Go.

No, your coffee fucking sucks ass.

- What's your problem, man? - Fucker.

Thank you for your patience.

Due to unexpectedly high call volume,

we are experiencing longer than average wait times.

If you would like to continue to hold, please press or say "One."

- One. - Thank you.

A customer care representative will be with you shortly.

Frickin' liars.

- (SIGHS) - (MUSIC ON HOLD PLAYING)

Roger called a meeting.

Do you know who these guys are?

Are they with Building Security or something?

I don't know. I don't think so.

What's this meeting about?

I have no idea.

Folks.

Ladies and gentlemen.

Folks, may I have your attention, please.

Ladies, you should all know that I feel really sorry about this.

Oh, shit.

It isn't my decision. I don't have a choice.

- I have to let you go. What?

I have to let you all go.

Wait, we're being fired?

No, no, not fired. No.

- Let go. - What does that even mean?

You can't work here anymore.

It's the law now.

Roger, what law?

(STUTTERS) I don't have a choice.

They gave me 10 minutes.

Please, just, just pack up your things.

Hey, why is it just the women?

- I don't have a choice. - Roger, Roger!

- Thank you. - Under His eye.

Excuse me?

Why'd they send the army?

I don't think that's the army.

I think it's another kind of army.

No. No, no, no, no. I'll take that.

I've got your lunch all ready.

Go ahead, sit.

It's good.

Oh.

I have stewed apples for dessert.

Do you like stewed apples?

- Thank you. - You are welcome.

I even found some cinnamon.

I swapped for it.

I gave her a lot of cheese.

It's nice.

Oh.

I don't want to forget this.

Fuck.

A rose is a rose, except here.

Here it has to mean something.

It's beautiful.

Mrs. Waterford cut it special.

- She picked it for me? - Hmm. For good luck, I'm sure.

We're all so hopeful.

Hopeful?

You haven't asked for your napkins yet this month.

And I know you're just a few days late, but a baby?

- (DOOR OPENS) - Wouldn't it be wonderful?

- (DOOR CLOSES) - (SERENA JOY CLEARS THROAT)

Blessed day, Offred. How was your walk?

- Very pleasant, thank you. - How do you feel?

I'm... I'm fine.

You're not nauseous? Are your breasts tender at all?

No, not that I've noticed.

- It'd be too early for any of that. - Yeah.

Is the Putnam's cake ready?

Yes, Ma'am. I just need to wrap it up.

Well, it isn't ready then, is it?

No, Ma'am.

I'm going to have a visit with baby Angela today.

Would you like to come along?

It would be nice to have a change of scenery, don't you think?

Yes, I...

I'd like that very much, Mrs. Waterford.

Good.

Well, I'll get myself cleaned up.

You finish your lunch. Every bite, now.

You need to be in the clean-plate club.

Oh, she's such an angel.

She's already gained two pounds.

It's very important.

You look really comfortable like that, Serena.

Offred...

Would you like to hold her?

Here she is.

- (BABY COOS) - (SHUSHES)

Do you think that's a good idea?

- (SHUSHES) - Offred knows. She's done it before.

Isn't she beautiful?

Hello.

If you don't mind. Of course.

Oh, there we go.

Yes, let's get you over here.

I'm sorry, I'm sure you're all starving.

We've just been enjoying our time with your beautiful baby.

Oh, put the cookies on the table.

Oh, she's enjoyable now. But...

In the middle of the night, not so much.

I don't think I'd survive without my coffee.

What happened to your hand?

Oh, it's nothing. Just one of those things.

Angela had finished her breakfast,

and I was picking her up.

And that girl, that ungrateful girl, she snapped at me.

- She bit you? - Mmm-hmm.

You know how they get.

I'm just counting the days until Angela's weaned

and that girl is out of my house.

Hmm.

- (BABY COOS) - (BELL TOLLING)

- Oh, hi! Hey.

Did you see my baby? Isn't she beautiful?

She's so beautiful. - Yeah.

Yeah.

How are you doing?

Oh, I was... I was so worried

that she would look like her father.