The Handmaid's Tale

Previously, on The Handmaid's Tale...

June will be chained in this room

until she gives birth.

And then June will be executed.

Offred has an opportunity.

It wasn't easy finding you.

But we were determined to rescue you from your kidnappers.

Uh-huh.

Ninety-two days!

Janine.

Hi.

Hi!

Nick! The guests are arriving soon.

Can you please make sure that everything is ready?

Yes, ma'am.

Ofglen!

They cut out her tongue.

After she stood up for Janine.

I believe you know him.

He drove a bread delivery truck.

Whose fault was it? Offred?

June did this.

Not Offred.

Offred does not have to bear June's guilt.

My fault.

My fault.

We've been sent good weather.

We've been sent good weather.

We've been sent good weather.

- -

Hey. What are you doing?

I'm not allowed to have these.

June.

I'm not supposed to be out of my room at night.

- -

132 pounds. Very good.

Step off, dear.

How is the pregnancy rhinitis? Runny nose all gone?

Better than before.

Now for the fundal height.

Twenty-five centimeters.

Right on track.

Special dispensation for Aunts.

Really, a burden more than anything.

Would you take some tea before you go?

That would be lovely, thank you.

Offred, you're a bit musty, dear.

The hormones.

You'll start taking two baths a day.

But not too warm. Understand?

Yes, Aunt Lydia.

When was your last bowel movement?

Yesterday around lunchtime, wasn't it?

Yes, Mrs. Waterford.

I'll go see about that tea.

Quitting is very hard.

I used to smoke, too, once upon a time.

I'm pleased that everything is going so well with the baby.

As our doctor would happily tell you.

Have I let myself become a bother?

There's so much more to a successful pregnancy

than can be measured in a doctor's office.

The ventilation in the Handmaid's room,

the firmness of the bed.

The mood in the household.

Her attitude seems much improved.

It's everything a Wife could ask for.

She's quite unlike herself.

Mrs. Waterford,

no small effort has been made to bring Offred to heel.

Your baby needs to know he's in a Godly, harmonious environment.

Of course.

Praised be His miracle.

How do you take your tea?

I'm afraid I won't have time after all.

Busy day. More visits to make.

I'll see myself out. See you soon, I hope.

Blessed day.

Blessed day.

Good morning, Aunt.

Oh, Blessed morning, Commander Waterford.

Everything in order?

Your baby is just as healthy as can be.

And Offred?

The Handmaid is well, too.

- Praised be. - Yes.

Let me take that out for you.

Thank you, Commander.

Hard to believe we're going to have a baby in the house in just a few months.

The days will fly by, you'll see.

Too soon to tell if it's a boy or a girl, I suppose.

- I'll take that for you, sir. - Thank you.

We won't know until God brings the little angel into the world, of course.

But I have a feeling he'll be a fine boy just like his father.

Yes. What man doesn't want a son?

Did you know your baby is the size of a papaya now?

A papaya. Is that right?

- Thank you. - Of course.

[Unwomen continue singing prayers]

Only two.

They look like they're sleeping.

You know Sally used to be a rabbi?

That's why she does it, so she can say a blessing.

Bed detail gets an egg at breakfast.

You should volunteer.

No, no. I don't want to do that.

You'll last longer.

That's up to God.

He holds me in the palm of His hand.

He couldn't hold you in His palm someplace else?

Like Bora-Bora?

Where's that?

It's one of the Leeward Islands in the South Pacific, near Tahiti.

It's so beautiful it doesn't look real.

Oh.

Well, He's got you, too, Emily.

He's got all of us.

Well, that's what Aunt Lydia says.

Here.

Straight lines!

Kit?

Get back up.

Come on! Keep moving!

Do you want something for the pain?

No. No, I don't.

Give it to someone who needs it.

You sure?

Yeah.

Here.

Eyes front! Thank you.

Are you gonna help Kit?

She doesn't want me to waste the medicine.

Keep moving!

Kit's dying?

We come here, we work, we die.

The mistress is waiting.

I'll be right there.

Blessed be the fruit.

May the Lord open.

Do you know Ofzachary?

Not well, Mrs. Waterford.

She may be God's chosen vessel, but I'm surprised He wants to pass along that nose of hers.

Serena!

[children chattering indistinctly]

God's light be with you, Naomi, Grace.

And with you.

Oh, blessings on your sweet head, Angela.

What a pretty girl.

Your shower was so charming.

I wish mine had been that intimate.

Ours was so overwhelming, my Marthas were cleaning up for days.

I'm glad you enjoyed yourself.

Did you have fun at the shower, dear?

Yes, Mrs. Scott.

Oh, don't cry, sweetheart.

Is she all right?

Just teething.

God's testing me, I know it.

We should be going.

Under His eye.

Under His eye.

She never misses a chance to complain about that baby, does she?

No, Mrs. Waterford.

These walks are for both of us.

So that the baby can hear my voice.

I would appreciate it if I didn't have to make all the speeches.

All right?

Yes, Mrs. Waterford.

"Yes, Mrs. Waterford."

"No, Mrs. Waterford."

What is the matter with you?

Nothing, Mrs. Waterford.

How was your walk?

It was quite nice, thank you.

Offred, you may go to your room.

Mrs. Waterford.

Has Offred, uh...

I'm worried about the Handmaid.

The doctor says that she's in perfect health.

I mean her mental state.

Her mental state?

Maybe you should take her to see a different kind of doctor.

Did Offred ask you to talk to me?

No, ma'am.

Well, I don't know what to tell you.

She doesn't have anyone to look out for her.

It appears that she does.

The Handmaid is not your concern.

Morning, dear.

Good morning.

Warm-up, please, Rita.

Some coffee, ma'am?