The Handmaid's Tale, Season 3

June Osborne:
Please, God, watch over her. Protect her. Because this isn't the place with the still waters and green pastures, if you haven't noticed. This is the valley of death. And there's a fuck-ton of evil to fear. Please. Get her the hell out of here. If she gets out, will she remember me? Will she know that I gave her away? I have reasons. There are always reasons. I'm sorry, baby girl. Mom's got work.

Serena Joy Waterford:
Did you give her to Ofjoseph?

June Osborne:
I did what was best for her, Serena.

Serena Joy Waterford:
Did you give my baby to Ofjoseph?

June Osborne:
You wanted a better life for her, and that is what a mother does for her child.

Serena Joy Waterford:
You gave her to a murderer! You killed my baby! You've killed my baby. How could you take her away from me?

June Osborne:
Because I have another daughter! You chased us in the woods, and you hunted us down with dogs. And when you pulled her away, she screamed. My baby screamed for her mother! And I hope this feels like that.

June Osborne:
I used to be bad at waiting. "They also serve who stand and wait," Aunt Lydia said. She also said, "Not all of you will make it through. Some of you will fall on dry ground or thorns. Some of you are shallow-rooted. Think of yourselves as seeds. What kind of seed will you be, girls?" I pretend I'm a tree. And I wait.

June Osborne:
Heresy. That's what they're hanging for. Not for being part of the Resistance because officially, there is no resistance. Not for helping people escape because officially, there is no such thing as escape. They hang for being heretics, not martyrs. Martyrs inspire. Heretics are just stupid. Was I being stupid?

June Osborne:
To be a man watched by women, it must be entirely strange. To have them watching him all the time. To have them flinch when he moves. To have them wondering, "What is he going to do next? Does he like me? Will he keep me? Am I safe here?" Cora wasn't.

Joseph Lawrence:
I think I care more about your daughter than you do. I'm saving the planet for her. I'm replenishing the human race for her. What are you doing?

June Osborne:
I am trying to be her mother!

Joseph Lawrence:
She has a mother. You met Mrs. Mackenzie. She's a lovely woman. She never stole anybody's husband. Do you know that she organized a thousand food baskets for orphans in Africa back when there were orphans? What did you ever do to help anyone? Except edit esoteric, useless books that no one was ever gonna read instead of picking up your sick daughter from school. Useless.

June Osborne:
You wrote esoteric books. You did that. God, it must be scary. Huh? Seeing the numbers on those spreadsheets turn into real people? Real people being executed? Knowing that if no one had read your books, we would all be better off. It must be hell being a man like that. Far worse than useless. You know what? I get it. I get why you would do this. I suppose you would hole yourself up in a house like this, playing games with people's heads, doing a good deed or two every once in a while, so that you can fucking sleep at night.

Joseph Lawrence:
[after a long silence] How tempting it is to invent a humanity for anyone at all.

June Osborne:
Mother, I think, wherever you may be, can you hear me? You wanted a women's culture. Well, now there is one. It isn't what you meant, but it exists. And here's what we do. We watch them. The men. We study them. We feed them. We please them. We can make them feel strong or weak. We know them that well. We know their worst nightmares. And, with a bit of practice, that's what we'll become. Nightmares. One day, when we're ready, we're coming for you. Just wait.

June Osborne:
She's out. She's safe. She's with Luke. May He and His goodness bless us with miracles, for we are weary and weak of faith. Maybe it's not a miracle. A miracle is beyond human powers. I did this. We. It's a dream. The only dream for a Handmaid in Gilead. My baby is free.

Serena Joy Waterford:
[handing Luke a box] I'd like for Nichole to have this. This was a gift from my father, God rest his soul.

Luke Bankole:
I don't know what it is that you tell yourself so that, you know, you can sleep at night, but Nichole is gonna know exactly where she came from, and how brave her mother was for getting her here. That's her story. All right? You're never gonna be anything to her.

Serena Joy Waterford:
You wanna know what I tell myself? That she was my miracle, and that I let her go. Because I wanted a better life for her, and so did your wife. Okay? So if you can't honor my wishes, then honor hers. Please give this to Nichole and let her draw her own conclusions.

June Osborne:
[in a recording smuggled to Luke] This is so weird. And I'm sorry. I'm sorry about that. But there are some things that I need to tell you that I couldn't before. I can't imagine what you thought when you met Nichole. But you were probably thinking a lot less about her journey across the border and more about her journey into the world. It's not easy to tell you this 'cause I am ashamed. I had to build a life here. Of a sort. And you should, too. You deserve a life, a full life, Luke. You deserve love. And you'll always have ... You'll always have mine. But I understand if you maybe need more than that. I need you to know that Nichole ... She was born out of love. Her real name's Holly. And her ... her father's a driver named Nick. You met him. He helped me to survive. I need to believe that you can forgive me. I'm not the woman you remember. She's part of me. But I'm doing what I need to ... to survive. You should, too. No, you ... You have to. You have to for Hannah. It's all for her, Luke. This is all for her. I promise you, I am trying to get to her. I promise. I love you.

June Osborne:
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.

Aunt Lydia:
When I get tired, I still try to think of the good I can do in God's world. If I can help just one person, one soul, that's enough.

June Osborne:
Serena, you built this whole world just so that you can have someone. But it didn't work. You're small. You're cruel. And you're empty. You will always be empty.

Serena Joy Waterford:
I should have put a ring in your mouth the day that we met.

June Osborne:
I should have let you burn when I had the chance.

June Osborne:
Who can remember pain, once it's over? All that remains of it is a shadow. Not in the mind even, in the flesh. Pain marks you, but too deep to see. Out of sight, out of mind.

June Osborne:
I hurt her. And I enjoyed it. The Wives and Aunts, too, grieving over Ofandy's dead child. And Lawrence. They all deserve to suffer. It's an acquired taste, seeing others in pain. Like that smoky scotch Luke got as a gift once. I grew to like that.

June Osborne:
They don't give Ofmatthew anything that might hurt the baby. There's no future for her in any case. "There's too much bleeding," they say. "Her brain is gone," they say. Ofmatthew is just a vessel now, and the baby is all that matters. I suppose it's all that ever mattered. The doctors and nurses and orderlies and technicians come and go. I stay. Thirty-two days so far. I will be here until there's a baby. "This is your walking partner," Aunt Lydia said. "Where else would you be?"

June Osborne:
Another walking partner dead. They must think I'm cursed. Or a terrorist. I'm not, though. Not yet.

June Osborne:
It's been five years since we had our children torn away from us. An eternity. They were one. Now they're six. They were seven. Now they're twelve. We've missed everything. The steps. The smiles. The tragedies. Children still die. Even in Gilead. Janine's son, Caleb, four years ago. Prayers can't stop car accidents.

Serena Joy Waterford:
What if it had never happened? Do you ever imagine what our lives would have been like?

Fred Waterford:
I suppose I'd still be in marketing, you'd be a television pundit. I'd quit my job to manage your career, I'd be the man behind the woman.

Serena Joy Waterford:
You would get resentful, and then we would get a divorce. And then you'd find a fertile woman and marry her.

Fred Waterford:
I don't think so.

Serena Joy Waterford:
Really?

Fred Waterford:
More likely you'd leave me for a man more capable of giving you a child.

Serena Joy Waterford:
You're just saying that in this place. But this isn't where we live.

Fred Waterford:
It could be. Why couldn't we retire to a town like this? Or this very one, I don't know. We could give up our place in line.

Serena Joy Waterford:
You would do that?

Fred Waterford:
I don't need all the pomp and circumstance.

Serena Joy Waterford:
You love D.C. We worked so hard with the Winslows.

Fred Waterford:
I don't give a damn about the Winslows. I don't want to miss watching our daughter grow up. Her first steps. She is gonna grow up to be just like you.

Fred Waterford:
Where are we? This is not just "up ahead." You call this just "up ahead"? Where the hell are we?

Mark Tuello:
Commander Waterford, you have now crossed into Canada.

[A line of trucks suddenly appear from up the road and stop near them as soldiers emerge from the trees]

Fred Waterford:
What the hell's going on? [to Serena] Get in the car. Get in the car, we're leaving.

Mark Tuello:
You are now in Canada. We are arresting you for war crimes and crimes of aggression in violation of international human rights treaties and international law.

Fred Waterford:
[as soldiers grab him and Serena] You can't hold us. Get your hands off her!

Serena Joy Waterford:
Fred, just do what they say.

Luke Bankole:
We grew up the same. You know, good family. First-class education. A man of faith. Yet you destroy lives.

Fred Waterford:
I've saved lives, Mr. Bankole. What did you do when our values eroded? When the birth rate was plummeting? Stood by and let it happen.

Luke Bankole:
Maybe. But you're gonna rot in this jail, knowing that your wife betrayed you.

Fred Waterford:
What about your wife? All those years, wasted. Praying she'll come back to you.

Luke Bankole:
She will come back to me.

Fred Waterford:
Maybe. But the June Osborne you knew doesn't exist anymore. Gilead's changed her. I've changed her.

June Osborne:
Ruthless, I remember thinking. They are fucking ruthless. Where does it come from, this talent for ruthlessness? It seems so easy for them. For these men. For men like these. That's how they won, I suppose. It isn't about being right or having the people or God on your side. It isn't anything that grandiose. In the end, victory goes to the hardest heart. To the ruthless go the spoils. Fifty-two kids will be brought to the Lawrence House after sunset. We will move in darkness. We can hide in the dark, at least. We have a chance, at least. If there is actually a Martha network. If this all isn't a trap, set by the Eyes. I will get the children to the airport. The plane leaves at midnight. Because I am ruthless.

Fred Waterford:
I have some uncomfortable information to report. Serious crimes committed by my wife.

Mark Tuello:
Commander, Mrs. Waterford has a plea agreement that gives her immunity.

Fred Waterford:
Yes, I've been reading about that. Your law library is excellent.

Mark Tuello:
Anything Serena did in Gilead was under duress. She had no power, she was subject to the state.

Fred Waterford:
I can assure you, what Mrs. Waterford did was far beyond the laws of Gilead and the laws of God.

Mark Tuello:
Mrs. Waterford, under warrant from the ICC and the government of the United States of America, I am placing you under arrest.

Serena Joy Waterford:
On what grounds?

Mark Tuello:
Crimes against humanity, sexual slavery, the rape of June Osborne.

Serena Joy Waterford:
A religious ... Wait, wait a second ... religious ritual ordered by the state under penalty of execution. I do have immunity, Mr. Tuello. [to the social workers taking Nichole] Please stop one second!

Mark Tuello:
This charge doesn't involve what you did with your husband. Take the child.

Serena Joy Waterford:
No, please. I'm sorry. Please. Can you please wait? Wait, wait. Please, stop! I don't understand. What's going on?

Mark Tuello:
You forced your driver to impregnate Miss Osborne so you could claim their resulting child.

Serena Joy Waterford:
Nick and Offred had a relationship.

Mark Tuello:
It's still rape, Mrs. Waterford.