The Handmaid's Tale

Previously on The Handmaid's Tale...

Everything we want to know about Hannah...

- Dump 'im. - ...it's just there.

- No, no, no. No, we stay toge-- - What?

No, no! Where are you taking him? Luke!

June! June, no!

I pray that my daughters live a life of peace.

To think such a impulsive act

could have such huge political implications.

You of course understand

that your plans for New Bethlehem are dead.

It's what's best for Gilead.

Are you in fucking labor?

You can do this.

The family that I've been staying with?

I can't let them get their hands on my baby.

You're his mother. And he belongs with you.

Thank you.

Serena Waterford? We are Canadian Immigration.

You are being detained.

You called them?

She gave up her diplomatic visa

when she left that little Visitors Center.

What about my baby?

The detention facility has no infant care.

No, please! Please, wait, wait!

- Justice. Right? - June, help me!

Right.

Please don't let them take him from me! Please!

Please help me, June!

June, please!

- I wanna get it. - Okay, you do it.

This is gonna be my pancake.

All right, this is your pancake.

Whoa!

- That is so chocolatey. - That's good.

Is that good? Are you sure?

- Yeah. - It looks like a lot, honey.

Can I make one?

Just let me get these chocolate chips in.

As if there's not enough in there?

Are they coming or going?

Sounds like they're coming by more frequently now.

I'll just tune 'em out. I don't even hear 'em anymore.

Who is that?

It is the Immigration Detention.

Serena, again. Can I ignore it, again?

She's called me a dozen times.

I just stopped picking up after the first.

You talk to her?

Not since the hospital.

She still think you guys are buddies?

She's desperate.

Yeah. Good.

Do you know, I don't even know why she thinks you guys would

advocate for her to get out anyway.

She did not deserve your help in the first place.

It wasn't about what she deserved.

It wasn't about her at all.

I didn't think that her newborn deserved to die in the woods.

I...

Those assholes are getting fuckin' louder.

Fuck.

Go home Americans! Canada for Canadians!

Go home!

- So many more of 'em now. - Is this ever gonna end?

No.

It's only gonna get worse.

This country is for Canadians!

Can't we all agree, gentlemen, that it's embarrassing

to be running a country

from which people are constantly trying to escape?

It weakens our nation,

complicates our relationship with Canada.

Which Commander Lawrence has worked so hard to foster.

Canada's sick of our refugees,

and they sure as hell don't want to keep paying for them.

And that's why I have brought you here,

to New Bethlehem.

A modernized,

strategically liberalized island,

where Gilead refugees can come home with amnesty

and the promise of reuniting

with long-lost family and friends.

I must wonder if it shows weakness on our part

to beg for the return of heretics.

They'll be begging us for a chance

to reunite with their loved ones.

Drain the population

of their pathetic little outpost in Toronto.

There's no little America without little Americans.

But how will our people react in Gilead proper?

Won't some of them try to defect to this place?

Well, they won't know for a while.

I don't know if you're aware,

we don't have a free press in Gilead.

And the traitors among us,

they're already trying to get to Canada.

Think of it as our Hong Kong.

One country, two systems.

Gentlemen, I believe that Gilead will replace

the United States at the United Nations.

But until that day,

the greatest threat to our regime

is the persistent fantasy of democratic values

in the world it almost destroyed.

New Bethlehem neutralizes that threat.

And yet, I still get a vote, don't I?

It's time for us to grow up.

It's time for Gilead to project to the world

our maturity, our confidence,

and, above all, our moral fortitude.

Moral fortitude is exactly what Commander Putnam was lacking.

I'll be, uh, going to Toronto

to talk to some families.

I'd like to start with about 100.

Commander.

I can see now that you're right.

Forgive me for hearing the deceased Putnam in my ear.

I forgive you, Commander.

I heard you demanded that I collect the milk in person.

Oh, uh, thank you for coming.

Thank you for fostering Noah while I'm stuck in here.

- How's he doing? - Fine.

Uh...

I wanted to explain.

Um, I didn't mean to hurt Ezra.

I knew that he was wearing a bulletproof vest--

He'll live. You're lucky you were in No Man's Land.

Even so, I know I acted brashly.

And it was just...

the pressure, and, um, and the pregnancy.

That's right. The hormones, they'll make you crazy.

Which is why we should be looking after Noah,

and you need to get yourself together.

Well, I appreciate the concern,

but I promise you I'm doing fine.

Life with a newborn is chaos. It would only set you back.

I mean, Noah has turned the house upside down.

Has he?

How so?

Stubborn little creature cries all day and all night.

He refuses to eat.

We've been doing the "cry it out" method for weeks,

and he just continues to resist.

Well, maybe he just needs to be held. He...

He needs to be hugged.

So that he knows that somebody is there for him.

That's not how "cry it out" works, Serena.

It requires a certain amount of mental toughness.

Mental toughness, huh?

Right.

I have overthrown a country.

And I have, against all odds,

given birth to a very healthy baby.

And not once have I lacked for mental toughness.

Are you angry with me, Serena?

Noah is one month old.

He is far too young to be "crying it out."

That sentimentality is further proof

that you are not equipped for motherhood right now.

Not with your mental and emotional issues.

I know in my heart what is best for my child.

That child came from me. That is my baby.

You're in here, and I'm not.

Just worry about yourself.

I'll look after Noah.

Y'all are better at this than me.

I've done it before.

They used to make us scrub blood off the Wall in Gilead.

Not that different.

Hey! Check it out. We don't want you here!

We couldn't tell.

Go home!

Go home. Fuck off.

When we first got here, they welcomed us with open arms.

Naw, you see, you got here before I did.

When I showed up, they were still polite,

but they were starting to get annoyed.

It was nothing like this though.

Hey! Fuck off!

What the fuck?

Should we get outta here?

Yeah, okay.

No, I, I mean Toronto. Canada.

Go where?

I don't know. Alaska, Hawaii? I don't know, Europe?

It's further from Hannah.

Yeah, I, no, I'm--

Hello?

Lovely weather in Toronto this time of year.

Got a minute?

America is dying.

It's an idea that has outlived its usefulness.

You said you had news about Hannah.

First, hear me out.

You need to understand that everything you value,

all the things you're clinging to,

democracy, liberty, justice,

all that feel-good crap