Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

She's going deeper in.

too many chemicals.

Someone'll come for you.

WATERFORD: God has made me master

[Luke smacks his lips]

[cattle prod buzzes] ‐ Ow!

AUNT LYDIA: You shut your mouth!

‐ I convinced him.

[indistinct radio chatter]

CORA: Did they follow you? BETH: Get her to the basement.

[Nichole cries]

‐ What did you do?

You've certainly bounced back,

JUNE: No Handmaids.

A routine visit to see how our girl

Let her have it.

a bit better, Aunt Lydia.

of your property right now.

out of acute care.

you're supposed to go next? ALISON: Yeah.

[Luke exhales] MOIRA: Oh.

What's going on?

[Luke chuckles]

gossiping at...

I‐‐ I should've asked.

Is there anyone we can call?

DR. PHILLIPS: Yeah, it's a little high

‐ Oh, so you know her work?

He looks at you,

‐ I am Ofjoseph.

‐ You're not gonna be any trouble, are you?

We're all fucked up,

Pushed her in front of a bus.

And you're right to be scared.

[Martha whimpering]

‐ Lawrence sent her away.

those Marthas...

She's a lot stronger than me.

OFJOSEPH: Not through the house.

[Eleanor clears throat]

They only had golden beets.

‐ Yeah, it's not like it matters.

OFJOSEPH: Lawrence is in the parlor.

I'd like to look at your room.

[children playing in background]

‐ It's avascular.

‐ It's coming right now, sir.

I'm not going with you.

BETH: Marthas are sinners, too,