The Handmaid's Tale

Previously on The Handmaid's Tale...

We lodged a preliminary complaint

to Canada petitioning for Nichole's return.

I thought this is what you wanted.

Our daughter safe. In Canada.

We'd like to arrange a visit with Nichole.

One visit to say goodbye.

Serena Waterford. Luke Bankole.

What do you want out of this?

I just wanted to see my daughter.

- She's not your daughter. - Or yours.

Do you want to hold her?

Hi, my baby girl.

Luke, there are some things

I need to tell you.

Nichole was born out of love.

Her father's a driver named Nick.

You met him.

I'm doing what I need to, to survive.

You should, too. For Hannah.

This is all for her.

I am trying to get to her.

I promise.

I love you.

We are a family in mourning.

And we make this request to the Canadian government.

Our beloved baby daughter,

Nichole Waterford, was kidnapped

by a dangerous fugitive fleeing our country.

Nichole belongs in Gilead.

We just want her back.

Blessed and eternal God,

please return this child of Gilead

to her loving home.

Blessed and eternal God...

I see them every day now.

They've heard the Waterfords' plea.

They're praying for Nichole.

"Blessed and eternal God, please return

this child of Gilead to her loving home."

And this is all I know about my baby.

If they're praying, then she's still safe.

If they're praying, she is still beyond their reach.

Even if just.

I have my own prayers.

I pray that their prayers go unanswered.

And I pray for Serena.

May she find her way back,

may she see past her broken heart

and remember that Nichole is better off

where she is.

May she convince Fred to let things lie.

Or may they both get hit by a fucking truck.

I'm honestly down for either.

Can't a Martha do that?

Just making myself useful, sir.

Right.

You should go pack.

Waterford asked to borrow you.

He's trying to force the Canadians to the table.

Talk about repatriating his daughter.

Don't call her that.

Please, don't call her that.

He set up a...

week of public prayer in D. C.

It's a good idea, actually.

Canadians'll feel the pressure.

He wants the whole household.

Better visual.

Mrs. Waterford will be there?

Whither thou goest.

Train's at 4:00.

National Station.

National Station, next.

Track change announcement...

Ah!

Isn't this magnificent?

The old one was so beautiful.

It was designed by a heretic.

Destroyed for the glory of Gilead.

Ah, I'm pumped.

Didn't they used to say?

Are you pumped, dear?

Oh, yeah, I'm pumped,

Aunt Lydia.

No one likes a sourpuss, Ofjoseph.

Wonderful!

The devotion!

All right, dear,

see you tomorrow.

Go to your spot.

My spot?

They don't stand for disorder,

not in the capital.

Go on, now.

You be a good girl.

For your own safety

and the safety of those you love,

please stand back from the platform edge.

Remember to mind the gap

between the train and the platform.

Have a blessed evening.

Blessed be the fruit.

May the Lord open.

Welcome to Washington.

Blessed are the silent,

for only they will hear the voice of the Lord.

Head down, please.

There you are!

Blessed evening, Commander.

She's ours. Waterford.

Yes. Of course, sir.

We're guests of High Commander Winslow.

Praise be.

Up you go.

All together again.

Isn't this nice?

Yes, sir.

Under His eye, Mrs. Waterford.

I hope you're well.

And we're off,

like a herd of dusty turtles.

This is a pre-boarding announcement for Columbia.

Please make your way to Platform 5.

Columbia on Platform 5.

May the Lord open.

Hey.

Hi.

I miss you.

You, too.

She can't want this.

She misses the baby.

We all do.

It's the only thing she ever wanted.

Isn't this beautiful?

We should've stayed in a hotel.

No need to be nervous.

I've heard they're very down-to-earth.

This is an opportunity.

For whom ?

Us.

All of us.

Nichole.

Blessed evening.

I'm so sorry.

Conference calls.

Welcome.

Blessed evening.

It's an honor, Commander.

Waterford.

Thank you

for inviting us to your blessed home.

You can thank Mrs. Winslow

for the invitation.

I will be sure to.

Thank you.

Please.

Well.

We have an exciting week planned.

Yes.

We have to be judicious

about the images we release to the world.

Absolutely.

The correct image can sway opinion.

Good night, Daddy!

Good night, my love!

This is Polly,

who obviously has forgotten how to knock.

Blessed evening, Polly.

Oh-oh, oh!

Where are my boys? Okay.

Micah!

There's my boys. Okay!

Jeez! Everyone else is ready for bed.

Hi.

Hi!

Welcome. I'm Olivia.

It's just lovely to meet you.

A pleasure.

Thank you for inviting us

to your blessed home.

Please forgive our chaos.

Introduce yourselves to Mr. and Mrs. Waterford.

This is Isaiah.

He's the easy one, if you can believe it.

Oh. Hello.

Uh, I'm Serena Joy.

It's a pleasure to meet all of you.

How do you do.

Fred Waterford. Hi.

- How do you, sir? - I'm Sadie.

Are they all yours?

Who else's would they be? Micah!

Tamara,

can you get them settled, please?

Okay. Let's get dinner.

Have you ever seen that many before?

No.

The most I've ever seen in one house was...

three.