The Testaments

Blessed day, Aunt Lydia.

Previously, on The Testaments...

Do you know why this statue was erected?

-So you can always be watching over us. -Yes.

We inspire the world with our good works, Agnes.

-Can you feel the baby kicking yet? -No. I can't wait.

You're so much further along than last time.

Hulda!

Your work with these girls is truly a triumph.

They're magnificent!

Somewhere out there is your future husband.

Tonight, you will meet him.

Excuse me, Miss MacKenzie. I'm being called away.

You could take my place with the young lady.

Garth was becoming a Commander.

And if he were a Commander, he could be mine.

Do not let them get my girls drunk.

I'll have a word with them.

Why don't we get a refreshment?

Shu, I think I'm gonna be sick.

-She's drunk! -Shh!

It's a shame a girl with such promise threw it all away.

As He blessed Ruth and Leah, He has blessed me the same.

By His hand, may He make me fruitful.

- Praise be. - Congratulations.

I trust your expectations were met?

Hardly. I saw more than one girl plied with drinks.

You failed.

-How was I supposed-- -You still have much to prove.

Oh, Aunt Vidala? I think maybe the time's come

for you and I to discuss our vision for the future.

Excuse me, Commander.

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In my own present day, I am an object of curiosity.

Not to the world outside of Gilead.

To these girls.

Blessed day, girls, let's move it along.

Would you stop pacing? You're making me nervous.

- Chill. -How?

Why? What's going on?

The Aunts decide our contenders today.

Two to three suitors each, usually.

Then house visits. Then weddings.

Then prison for the rest of our lives.

Don't say that.

-Why not? -

Whatever, it's in God's hands now.

Or the Aunts'.

Is there a difference?

While I may be a mystery to them,

these girls are no mystery to me.

Let's begin, shall we?

Jehosheba wants power.

Hulda, security.

But Agnes, well, I'm not sure what she wants.

Not yet.

Their fates are in my mortal hands.

An unmarried woman,

picking husbands for each girl who passes through these halls.

The irony is not lost on me.

School canceled again, I take it?

This is the fourth time this month.

Fine by me. My classroom's a mess.

I could use a day to clean it up.

Whose turn was it to replace the coffee?

-Vivian's. -And Vivian is where?

You're late. Did you bring some coffee?

Something's happening. There are some men outside.

-They're armed. -That's weird.

Keith, they want to talk to you.

To me?

Mm-hmm.

Okay.

What's happening?

- -

Oh, my God!

- - Step up!

- - Keep up!

Keep up, let's go.

Please remove any items:

jewelry, cellphone, whatever's on your person.

Handbags.

Everything into the containers.

Don't worry, ma'am. You'll get your belongings back soon.

Let's go, let's go!

Fuck off! Okay. Don't touch me!

Where are you taking me?

- Keep moving, keep moving. -Hey!

Hey, you two!

"Susan Snyder"?

You're the pregnant one?

No husband, right?

I have a partner.

Take her to the box store.

Excuse me, where are you--

Don't. There's nothing you can do.

- Come with me. - Keep your hands off me!

- Where are you taking her? - What is going on?

What's he doing? Just because she's pregnant?

-That doesn't make any sense at all. -Just, shh!

It quickly became clear there had been a coup.

A forced change of leadership.

The first of many to come.

What would transpire next, none of us knew.

- What's this? -Oh, my God.

What are they doing with them?

What's going on?!

What the fuck are you gonna do to them?

Get down!

Sinners are always visible

to the divine eye.

The sins of these women have found them out.

-Oh. Oh no. - Close your eyes.

- By His hand! -

- -No, no!

- Sit down! - Get down!

- -Return to your seats!

-Oh, my God! -

Get down! Get down!

- - That's enough!

Commander Maddox has expressed interest in Becka.

-That's promising. -Mm-hmm.

Commander Maddox is the man who gave alcohol to Becka at the Ball,

and you intend to reward his terrible behavior?

It's left Becka without any other options.

-Unfortunately, such a public-- -Vidala,

perhaps you should administer to Hulda.

She still needs to be certified.

Bring her in.

I'm ready.

Please, come in.

-Blessed be the fruit, Aunt Vidala. -Yes, yes.

Pull down your undergarments and have a seat.

Praise be.

I'm so happy for you.

Shut up and get up.

Oh, my God.

- - Move it!

Where are they taking them?

- Come with me. - No!

Fuck if I know.

My mother still isn't speaking to me.

Not since what happened at the Ball.

That wasn't your fault.

Who cares?

What if she winds up with a Commander from the Colonies?

Then I wind up with a Commander from the Colonies.

Becka, do you know that some of your friends

put themselves in jeopardy trying to save your reputation?

From wicked girls.

Jealous prune.

What did she just call you?

A prune.

You know, like a Plum that never turns Green.

Girls, good news.

Our dear Hulda has been touched by His divine hand.

She's officially a Green and thus eligible this season.

You may celebrate.

That's enough.

Now, Hulda, God has provided you the opportunity

to step into your womanhood with an important lesson.

What do you think the punishment ought to be

for a girl who uses violence upon another girl?

Such a girl ought to have her hands bound and whipped.

Very well.