The Testaments

Previously, on The Testaments...

Congratulations on your initiation.

It was when I became eligible.

And when I met Daisy.

Daisy may be joining your class.

Be a good girl and stay with Agnes.

Lambs don't stray.

- Where do you hail from? - Toronto.

I imagine Canada's very different from Gilead.

It is suffocating in sin.

They stuck you with a Pearl Girl? What did you do wrong?

She didn't do anything.

Well, you can't trust her.

It's time to Plum up and get her before she gets you.

I committed blasphemy. I know I must confess.

- Aunt Lydia said I should stay with you. - You can't come.

Aunt Gabbana?

This young woman made a confession.

Tell her what she is, Agnes.

A dirty girl.

Dirty girl! Dirty girl! Dirty girl!

She was there! She heard my blasphemy.

Corrections are a lot for you. Assembly is a lot for you.

Maybe serving God is just too much for you.

Why did you come here? Why don't you just go back home?

Not everyone has a home to go back to.

This is Radio Free Boston.

For our Mayday heroes behind the lines,

tonight's messages are on channel 99.2.

Hey!

Red Dog, Green House, White Barn,

you have packages waiting.

If you're in the paperclip club, sit tight.

That's it for tonight.

And remember, folks, don't let the bastards grind you down.

You've asked me to explain how I got involved

in this insane story.

How I wound up in Gilead.

I kept asking myself those questions, too.

Especially during those early-ass mornings.

Back in Toronto, we'd studied Gilead in school.

Our teacher said that even though it seemed like

Gilead happened overnight,

there were signs of what was coming.

Candidates running for office had said things openly,

about women, about gays,

but they still were elected.

People thought they were speaking in hyperbole.

Now, women can't have jobs, or phones, or read books.

And gay people?

Well, you know what happened to them.

Back home, I used to use honey in my tea.

I don't do that anymore.

Maybe we can leave some pamphlets here

for anyone who wants to learn more?

Gilead welcomes all of God's children.

Sure. I'll keep a few out.

Bless you, ma'am. You're very kind.

A gift.

- For your generosity. - Oh.

Why are you so nice to those freaks?

Why be cruel?

Because their country sucks and they hate women?

Help me with this, would ya?

Hmm. What's that?

You can almost hear the bed bugs.

Winner, winner, chicken dinner!

Did you get the stuff on my list?

All that junk food? Yeah.

Wasn't a nutrient in there. How was school?

Fine.

Justin and I passed the social studies quiz.

Oh, things are getting serious, huh?

Dad! Because we passed a quiz.

Because we're a "we" now. Going upstairs.

Should "we" get dinner started?

We should and we shall.

Do you want me to set up an appointment with Dr. Lin?

Oh, my God. Mom, we're not having sex.

Okay. That's cool.

You know, it's cool if you are, too.

I mean, I lost my virginity around your age.

Can we please not do this?

I'm serious. I speak from experience.

- I'm going upstairs. - What? Why?

I need your help with the new inventory.

But I have to go get ready for all the sex I'll be having with Justin now.

All that hot, sticky sex.

- So, my mom... - Hmm?

Asked me if we were boning.

Okay.

Okay. Here.

- What did you say? - I said no.

Said you weren't ready.

- Mm. - Mm.

Yeah, right.

Kinda feel bad lying to her.

Kinda just want to tell her we slept together.

Oh, that was you?

- Mm. - Thought so.

Yeah... it was nice.

Ha. Funny, funny.

So, does that mean...

Does that mean every time she sees me, all she's gonna think is,

"That's the guy that deflowered my daughter"?

Oh, ew!

Don't use that term!

No?

Besides, she clearly already thought you had.

Well, it's your mom, so, you know, your call.

Maybe it's a good thing.

I'd honestly rather do it at my house than in Tony's basement.

What? That old rattan couch doesn't get you going?

I'm gonna tell her.

And then, I'm gonna ask if you can spend the night this weekend.

Okay. Well, in case she, you know,

- hangs me by the balls instead... - Yeah?

What is it?

A gift.

For what?

No reason, I just know you like old things.

Thanks.

- This is really fucking cool! - Yeah.

Thank you.

Mom?

- Hey, miss, you can't be here. - Dad? Mom?

- Mom?! - Hey, step back.

- Dad? - You gotta walk back.

- Get the fuck off me! - Come on. You gotta step back.

- Get the fuck off me! - Hey, hey.

- That's my parents. - Look, I'm, I'm sorry.

- My mom and dad, they're in there. - Sarah!

- This is the daughter. - What happened?

Mom!

It's so cold.

It's the glory of God.

We should be more grateful, don't you think?

Gardening classes will be managed by Aunt Estee for the day.

Perhaps we prune the roses.

- They have grown since it last rained. - Mm.

Very well.

And Aunt Gabbana will continue the hymnal curriculum with the choirs.

How is that coming?

With God's grace, they should be ready by The Ball.

God's expectation is that they will be ready by The Ball.

Not "should."

Of course.

We must also keep an eye on the alto section

with the second-year Pinks.

Sarah, Rachel, and now Anna are consorting with only one another.

We mustn't allow that to fester.

Daisy, get yourself cleaned up.

And go find your Plum.

There's a field trip this morning.

Yes, Aunt Vidala.

Does Aunt Lydia intend to pair all the Pearl Girls

with a Commander's daughter?

God knows. I imagine most will become Econowives.

The whole program confounds me.

Far be it from us to criticize Aunt Lydia's intentions.

Mrs. Judd has graciously opened her home to us.

This is an opportunity to learn, especially for you, Green girls.

I liked going to the zoo.

Well, we're not 10 anymore, Hulda.

It'll be fun. We get to see Penny.

Mrs. Judd.

Mrs. Commander Judd.

She's still Penny.

Lots of adults like going to the zoo, you know.

Heads up. Dirty girl coming.

Blessed be the fruit.

May the Lord open.

We've been sent fine weather.

Which we already received with joy.

Single-file line. Punctuality requires order.

Have a blessed day, Miss Agnes.

May the Lord open.

I wasn't surprised she wanted to bone him.

I mean, look at him.