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in Lydia's back.

[girls shouting playfully]

‐ Sure, sure.

"Don't forget to show hospitality to strangers,

‐ You could be better.

‐ Aww. Thank you.

We were playing Twenty Questions.

‐ Eleanor? ELEANOR: You left me.

‐ Oh, all right. [Noelle laughs]

‐ It's my fault, Aunt Lydia.

you're good with her.

‐ Are you sure?

is that I don't have to bother

JIM: We were starting to worry.

‐ She was just doing what Aunt Lydia told her to.

One where you're not around so many...

The Calhouns' baby must be protected.

‐ Yes, Aunt Lydia. AUNT LYDIA: Hmm.

♪ Makin' love with each other ♪

A boy or a girl?

Oh, my. JIM: Wow.

‐ Of course, Aunt Lydia.

I don't know what you're talking about.

[Ofmatthew holds back sobs]

Am I Thomas Edison?

It's what we had before iPads.

AUNT LYDIA: Exhale. HANDMAIDS: [chanting] Exhale.

The Carvers are quick to anger.

‐ I'm so sorry.

He is so special.

after my shift.

and the correct steps have been taken.

[Noelle sobbing]

‐ Get on the bus, dear.

‐ Is there really enough here

HANDMAIDS: [chanting] Push.

JUNE: How did that rhyme go?

‐ 'Cause you don't need a lot

you could have her out.

But you're keeping her hostage.

‐ Perhaps you think of yourself

All that remains of it

HANDMAIDS: [chanting] Her fault.

It's Lydia Clements again.

Sometimes it's the apple,

‐ She got someone executed.

SECURITY: Calm down!

'Cause you couldn't help as many children