Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

[inhales, exhales]

I can never pick a ripe one.

safe from deportation?

SERENA: You have to understand that

of that fruit cocktail you've been looking for.

from the Art Institute.

MRS. WINSLOW: And Ticona. SERENA: Blessed evening.

‐ What happened?

‐ It is awkward.

[metal gates creaking]

‐ Ah, well, you know how the Commander can be.

SERENA: You skipped out too, remember?

[emotional music]

in the sunlight of His grace.

ELEANOR: Okay. ‐ Okay.

ALMA: I don't know.

‐ I had no intention

I went out with a firefighter

the Canadian Minister of Border Security.

‐ Here we are.

WINSLOW: I have a group of skeptics

of Dr. Malek's criminal activity.

‐ Being a mother in Gilead

from Charlestown for a while.

GUARDIAN: Miss!

If you'd be so kind.

♪ Trickle down the spine ♪

ashamed to admit now.

No sin is more vile.

Shit. I gotta, um...

MRS. WINSLOW: Oh, hardly.

‐ What did you say to her?

‐ Early days, but...

seeing her changed everything for me.

GUARDIAN: Step back, Ma'am.

NARRATOR: Previously on The Handmaid's Tale...

But I did it anyway.

I'm guessing you were you a Sommerville girl?

‐ I should have put a ring in your mouth

[song continues]

‐ I think they were Baptists?

["Every Single Night" by Fiona Apple]

Not even my Commander knows.

NAOMI: Thank you, Ofjoseph.

Would you like to go for a walk?

you should be very encouraged.