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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.

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?

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.

Things are getting serious?

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?

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... asked me if we were boning.

Okay. Here.

- What did you say? - I said no.

Said you weren't ready.

Yeah, right.

Kinda feel bad lying to her.

Kinda just want to tell her we slept together.

That was you?

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"?

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.

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.

I used to stare at Justin like that.

Every inch of him.

That's your guardian, right?

You're being a slut.

What?

Lusting after him so openly.

It's a gateway to hell.

I pray they teach you pearls better than that.

Yeah, okay. I'm the slut?

Apologies, miss Agnes.

Chapin, something ahead.

- What's going on? - I don't know.

What's happening?

Check the mirror.

I-I can't tell yet.

What's he doing?

They're armed, shooters.

We're getting boxed in.

- We're under attack! We need backup. - We are under attack.

Send immediate backup.

Agnes! Get down!

Everybody stay down!

May the lord guard me. May thy might save me.

Okay, let's go. Get up! Now!

Everyone off the bus now!

Let's go now! Move, in there! Go, go!

Move, move!

Protect the plums! Get 'em in there!

- Agnes, come on, let's go! - Go, go, go!

- Turn right! The perps are down. - In there, go. Heads down.

Get in the shop.

Stay down!

Move, move, come on! Let's go!

That's them.

Hi, I'm Tim. I'm with social services.

Sorry for your loss.

Okay.

I'm sorry, I'm still really stoned.

That's fine.

It's tea.

Do you want a soda?

I need my phone. The police took it.

Is there anyone I can call for you?

Some family maybe?

I just want my phone.

Sure. We can sort through all that together.

But we don't have to do that here.

I'll go sign you out real quick, and then we'll leave.

Drink your tea. Don't move.

Daisy?

Hi. I need you to come with me.

Are you with social services, too?

There's been a change of plan.

I need my phone. The other guy was getting it.

- There was another guy? - Yeah, he gave me this tea.

- What are you doing? - Come on.

Okay, I'm going back for my stuff.

- No. - No, why?

Because you're in danger. I need to get you out of here.

What? In danger from what?

Danger from what?

Come on.

Go, go, go, go.

You're in danger from the people who killed your parents.

The people who robbed the store?

It wasn't a robbery. Neil and Melanie were murdered.

They were killed and now you're in danger.

Pardon fucking me, what?

You're not from social services?

No, I'm not. That guy isn't from social services either.

Look, Daisy, I'm sorry.

No one should have to go through this,

but I need you to trust me.

Who are you?

Come on.

Shit.

I was a friend of your parents.

You've been to the store.

Many times.

What's your name?

June.

My name is June.

Daisy, I need you to come with me.

Okay. But June, listen, I'm still pretty stoned.

Right.

Okay, fine. We'll deal with that.

Yeah, come on. Let's get you somewhere safe.

Thank you... for shielding me.

God found a way to make me useful.

Honestly, I was terrified.

Me too.

Hulda. Does it hurt?

They said that it would heal, praise be.

Minimal scarring.

Aunt vidala's arm is broken.

It hurts.

May he bring her comfort.

Do they know who did it?

Mayday.

Godless animals.

They're the terrible people we're enemies with.

They hate us.

Hulda... tell them what else you saw.

They were bandaging a guardian.

His shirt was lifted and there was hair on his stomach.

All over.

What do you mean?

It was... it was short and stubbly.

Almost like when my dad grows his beard out.

That's repulsive.

Yeah, it is.

Do all men have it?

Most men do.

Most grown men.

It depends, I think.

On what?

Godliness?

Genetics.

One of god's mysteries.

How would you know?

Because in Toronto, I had sex with thousands of men.

A real statistical cross-section.

You probably did.

I used to go to the beach, like everyone else.

You saw bodies.

Men would go shirtless.

And the hair... Well, it keeps going.

Lower.

My god.

God, protect us.

I wonder which one of the commanders has it.

Shu!

Is your head any clearer?

You wanna eat something?

Can I borrow your phone?

I need to call my boyfriend. He's gonna be, like, worried.

Why don't you eat something, and then we can talk about it?

Or let me call my boyfriend, and then I'll eat something.

We're not negotiating.

Why would anyone murder my parents?

It was gilead.

Agents from gilead.

Agents from gilead killed my parents?

Why in the fucking world would that be true?

Do you know what mayday is?

Sure.

Learned about them in school.

Your parents were working with mayday.

They were working with me.

My parents are arms smugglers or something?

They run a vintage store.

My dad doesn't even know how to use find my friends.

They are the least spy people in the universe.

There are things you don't know about them, Daisy.

Are you mayday too?

They would have told me if they were involved in something like that.

Yeah, they were planning to. It's not that easy.

Telling you would put you in a lot of danger.

This is ridiculous.

I wanna call my boyfriend.

I need a few hours to arrange to get you out of the city safely.

He's gonna find out what happened.

And he's gonna think I'm fucking dead.

- Daisy... - okay?

So I need to talk to him.

That part of your life is over.

Okay?

And I'm sorry all this has happened.

I know what it's like to have everything change all at once.

Can I borrow your phone?

No, Daisy.

You can't.

I need to arrange my parents' funeral.

Can I please use your phone to do that?

No. No, it's too dangerous.

I think you should eat something.

I'm not hungry.

Justin!

Justin.

- Justin! Justin! - Holy shit!

Shh!

Are you okay? Babe, where the fuck have you been?!

I missed you so much.

The police have been looking for you.

I've been freaking out.

And your parents, my god. Fuck. Like, what happened?

I'll explain everything.

I just need you to, like, hug me or something first.

- Yeah. Yeah, hey. - Please, please.

Okay. It's okay. It's okay. Hey.

Come here.

It's okay. I got you.

I have you.

Hey.

Hey. Whoa. What are you d...

right now?

I just need to feel normal again.

Please.

Okay.

You need to go to the police.

- 'Kay, let me talk to my parents. - No.

I already explained it to you.

Can you really trust that woman? I mean, mayday spies?

Your... your mom couldn't even remember her phone passcode.

Okay? I... I mean, come on.

You're grieving. Of course you are.

But it's messing with your head,

making you believe all this crazy shit.

Let's run away.

I'm serious. I trust you. I know that.

We could go somewhere.

We could get jobs.

Sell all our shit.

Why is that so funny?

You're freaking out. And I get that, okay?

I really do.

But... Daisy, we can't just run away.

I'm sorry.

Gonna wake up my parents, okay? We'll talk to them, step one.

- No, Justin... - it's gonna be okay. I promise.

It wasn't gonna be okay, though.

My parents were dead. It didn't matter what I did.

June was right.

This part of my life was over.

Let me help you.

Why?

'Cause I know how you're feeling.

Okay, come on. Let's go.

Whoa, look at this place.

It had been a week since the bus attack.

Godly girls bounce back so quickly.

Remember, we are Mrs. Judd's guests.

And how do guests show respect?

With good posture. Straighten up, con stance.

Blessed day, aunt vidala.

Hey!

Hi!

I am so happy to see you all.

- Penny. - Hi.

This is Daisy.

- Hi. - Hi. Daisy.

- Nice to meet you. - Hi.

I can't believe what you've all been through.

These gifts. You're all too much. This is too much.

- Penny, your house is so... - Come in.

Look at this place!

Come in! Come in!

Alright.

Can I show you around?

Yes!

Martha!

So, of course, I chose pink for the living room.

It all matches so well.

I love the way it came together. The flowers.

The only thing is this painting that, Michael chose.

We're gonna... we're gonna swap it for something else.

Let me show you the kitchen. Come on.

The commander's office is down there.

This is his wine cellar.

He's got a domaine romanée-Conti from 1945.

What's that?

Burgundy. Very rare.

We have plans to build the nursery next to our room.

I've...

I've been feeling ill the past few mornings.

It's in god's hands, but I pray it's a sign.

This way, come on.

I chose these.

This one.

This one reminds me of my mother.

Aren't they cute?

Praise be.

Now... who's hungry?

Bless us, o lord, and these thy gifts,

which we are about to receive from thy bounty.

Amen.

Your house is beautiful, penny.

You should've seen it when I moved in.

Michael was up a decorating creek without a paddle.

Who's Michael?

Commander judd, hulda. Don't be thick.

I imagine it's a lot to handle.

Being a new wife.

Some days.

But god only sends us what we can bear.

Well, I could bear this.

Don't mind me, I'm just passing through.

This looks fun.

Don't tell on us. It's just cider.

Your secret's safe with me.

Welcome to our home.

Thank you for having us, commander, sir.

You all showed the world some gilead grit last week.

During that attack.

I just hope you know that they're just jealous.

'Cause we have clean water, and fresh air,

and fruitful young women.

And they have pollution and hate.

We love.

We take in god's children, wherever they come from.

Blessed evening.

Blessed evening, sir.

Thanks so much for having us.

I don't want to put you on the spot.

I'm just curious why you decided to come to gilead.

To serve god's will.

Of course.

And there was nothing left for me.

Well, you have a new home now.

Praise be.

- I'm so happy for you. - Here you are, aunt vidala.

The Pearl girl program was designed

to wash away our sins for god.

To let us start anew.

But I was never really a Pearl girl.

You know that by now.

What the fuck happened?

Was that us? Was that mayday?

That's what gilead's saying.

What do your contacts say?

It was meant to be a retrieval mission.

Retrieval?

Like, kidnapping?

Jesus fucking Christ.

What is this?

Map of the school. You're welcome.

This is good.

Where's it going?

It's not gonna be used to hurt those girls, is it?

The girls weren't supposed to get hurt.

That's not comforting,

to know that you guys are just some sloppy shitshow.

My life is in your hands here, for fuck's sake.

I need to speak to June.

Who's June?

Do you want anything else?

No.

Thank you.

So, gilead killed Neil and Melanie?

Because they were working with mayday?

So, why does gilead give a shit about me?

Why does gilead want to kill me?

They don't want to kill you.

They want to take you back.

They want to take you back to gilead.

Why?

Because they think you belong to them.

Because you got away.

Your parents, in gilead,

got you out when you were a baby.

Neil and Melanie have never been to gilead.

That's right, Daisy.

When you got out of gilead,

they would not stop looking for you.

And they were never gonna let you go.

So, we had to get you to safety,

and Neil and Melanie... took you in.

No way.

I would have known.

My parents were the shittiest liars in the world.

I would have known... If I wasn't really theirs.

You were theirs.

When you first got out of gilead...

You would not stop screaming.

My god.

You were just... you were so... you were so little.

And mayday took you to Neil and Melanie

in the middle of the night.

And they had no idea you were coming, you know?

So they didn't have any diapers, or a crib,

or any food for you to eat.

They didn't...

they'd never had a baby of their own, you know?

So, Neil went to the store...

And Melanie started singing to you.

But you would have none of it.

You just... nope, just cried and cried.

But Melanie kept singing and singing and...

She sang you show tunes.

For hours, 'til you finally went to sleep.

She couldn't believe how strong you were.

How do you know that?

It was Melanie's favorite story.

She told it to me dozens of times.

The story of how you came to them.

"It's like Harry Potter," she said.

Daisy...

you were theirs.

In all the ways that matter.

And they died because of me.

No.

No.

Gilead killed them. Okay?

Listen to me. You are not responsible for that.

You know, just because you say it with conviction,

doesn't make it not bullshit.

Just... don't start doing that to yourself, okay?

That kind of thinking's really gonna fuck you up.

Do you understand me?

Not really.

Wait, where are you going?

Stay here. Just keep ordering coffee.

Someone's gonna come get you.

You're leaving me alone?

You are never alone.

Mayday's got you.

We've always had you.

From the beginning.

Don't let the bastards grind you down, okay?

Okay.

Sure. I won't let them.

- Is she alright? - You shouldn't be out here.

She was screaming!

Look, I know it's scary.

They were mayday. They tried to kill us.

What if someone inquires about Agnes MacKenzie's lineage?

She's the daughter of a handmaid.

Not just any handmaid.

I have to get out of here. It's too dangerous.

Those who are not with us are against us.

The wicked and enemies of the lord will perish.

Like smoke, they will drift away.

We'd like your permission to enter.

I need to speak with aunt Lydia.

Are you gonna deny us entry?

These are unnecessary.

Take them off!

Aunt Lydia is slowing down.

I think maybe the time has come for you and I

to discuss our vision for the future.

I want to destroy gilead.

I told you, I never wanted any of this.

My parents are going to choose my husband.

Nobody cares what I want.

What's in there?

You?

Hulda, tell me.

- You won't say anything? - I promise.

Agnes, help me!

Agnes, what's going on?

Are you okay?

What did you do?

I might never get my daughter Hannah back.

But I will die fighting so that she can experience freedom.

You have no idea who I am or what I have been through,

young lady, do you understand me?