Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

My daughter's school is in Brookline.
Guardian Parker, he's a friend.
The one in her district is in Brookline,
I really tried.
‐ Ah.
‐ Praise be, Mrs. Lawrence.
‐ Birth mother's already surrendered her rights.
LENA: I do.
Come on.
[sighs]
Conspiring against the child
What did you do?
[floorboards creak]
‐ Me? No.
♪ Of little wings of white-flamed ♪
a school for domestic arts.
‐ Yes.
Before?
In the Colonies.
Lie down.
[inhales] In through the nose.
I was promised a tour of the grounds.
Hi, baby.
Oh, she's gotten so big!
AUNT LYDIA: Drop the ropes.
to declare Gilead refugees
Yes.
♪ Swarm the belly, swellin' to a blaze ♪
Fishing trip to Lake Michigan?
AUNT LYDIA: Let that be a lesson to you.
[ominous music]
to be His holy instrument.
‐ Where's the Commander? ‐ I don't know.
‐ I don't want to make things awkward for you.
I'm so glad she didn't die.
[music turns dark]
‐ I'm happy to help.
‐ Did you tell the doctor?
♪ That's where the pain comes in ♪
[PA system beeps] ANNOUNCER: Notice of change.