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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.

Aunt vidala? I think
maybe the time's come

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

Excuse me, commander.

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?

Okay.

What's happening?

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?
- 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.

- No.
- Close your eyes.

By his hand!

No, no!

- Sit down!
- Get down!

Return to your seats!

My god!

Get down! Get down!

That's enough!

Commander Maddox has
expressed interest in becka.

That's promising.

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.

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.

Hulda?

Hold shunammite's
arms down on the desk.

Hulda!

Teaching these girls was
like a recipe for a tough steak:

Hammer it with a mallet,
then marinate and tenderize.

I had seen it work before
on myself and other women.

Hands off her, you asshole.

- No!
- Get down!

- Pass it down the line.
- Get up, move!

Everyone takes one.

Take this and pass it down the line.

One slice!

Kill us already!

Some wolfed and guzzled,

but I made my portion
last as long as possible.

Chewing and swallowing distracts
from mental wheel-spinning.

Also, it passes the time.

I said get up. Get up!

It's okay.

I'm sorry.

About what?

The coffee.

I forgot it was my turn.

What I wouldn't do for a
cup of coffee right now.

With milk.

Warm milk.

You were a damn fine teacher, Lydia.

Thank you.

So were you.

- Here, pass it down.
- One bottle each.

Here, pass it around.

One slice, one bottle.

- You need bread? Here.
- Pass it over here.

I'm sorry about your friend.

I'm sorry, too.

I learned quickly that
having friends in gilead

was a liability.

It would only bring pain and suffering.

I've tried to pass this
lesson along to my girls.

First my handmaids,
then my precious flowers.

But it doesn't always stick.

Shu, how are your hands?

Fine.

I'd slap jehosheba myself right now.

I think maybe you guys should
cool it on the slapping for a while.

I heard some news
from the nurse's office.

Penny's gone into labor.

That's awesome!

No, hulda, it's too early. Right?

This is her third pregnancy.
The others ended.

Dear lord, watch over our
friend penny and her baby.

Keep them safe.

Offer them strength, healing, and hope.

- Amen.
- Amen.

- Shut up. On your feet.
- Help!

- No! Let go of me. Let go!
- Calm down.

No! No!

Hey, step aside. Coming through.

My god.

Misogynists who openly disdain women?

One needn't fear them.

But the men who understand
the power of women,

who want to control it instead of deny it,

there is no one more terrifying.

I can sit by myself!

God!

Good evening. Or good
morning. I've lost track.

I'm commander judd
of the sons of Jacob.

And I have been tasked with
the so-called "women's sphere."

That is, determining where each of
you shall be placed in this new order.

What order?

They haven't told us anything.

Fifty-eight.

You mean my age? Yes.

- Never married?
- No.

Does that matter?

You had an abortion.

I was very young.

You're aware that this
form of person-murder

is now punishable by death?

And that the law is retroactive.

Well, I love children.

That's why I wanted to teach.

Yes. Women have been told for so long

that they can achieve equality in
the professional and public arenas.

I don't expect them to
welcome the segregation,

but they will have to adjust.

It is god's will after all.

Surviving these men requires Patience.

And allies.

Wherever you can find them.

Well...

I for one commend
the work you are doing.

You would be surprised how many
women have said that same thing

sitting in that chair,

hoping to improve their outcomes.

I do have a suggestion.

One that might improve
your own outcome.

What is it that you suggest?

If you believe society is best served

by separate spheres
for men and women,

shouldn't they be truly separate?

Surely you have better things
to do than concern yourself

with the petty details of all of this.

Who is going to teach
the girls to be women?

And the women to be better women?

Women of god?

Delegation is but one
of his many virtues.

Have there been any inquiries?

No, but what if someone inquires
about Agnes MacKenzie's lineage?

She's the daughter of a handmaid.

There's nothing shameful in that.

Not just any handmaid.

We are not here to judge.

Let that be god's province.

Our job is to prevent the
possibility of inbreeding,

so the children of gilead may thrive.

Are we all in concert?

Rowing together now?

Blessed day.

Blessed day, commander judd.
What an unexpected surprise.

Is there something I can help you with?

With the new offensive against mayday,

some of our commanders
have been shuttled to the front.

So... these men should
be taken out of the running

until next season.

Thank you, commander.

Your guidance is essential
as we match our girls.

Commander, how is your dear wife?

I hear she's experiencing complications.

It's hard to... to be at
home watching it all unfold.

Come now. There's no
need to distract yourself

with these women's issues.

Rest your mind.

Yes.

Perhaps you're right, aunt Lydia.

I will handle this.

After all these years, don't you trust me?

Attention, girls,

physical education will
conclude at two bells.

Do not forget to stretch
after exerting yourself.

Forty-eight, 49, 50. Okay.

Agnes, your turn. Agnes?

Sorry. I was distracted.

No kidding. This sucks.

In a few weeks, you'll all be gone,

and I'll still be here by myself.

I didn't mean to get my period.

Who cares?

Who wants to get married, anyway?

Pray, becka, you're kind
of going off the deep end.

After what happened at the ball,

you should be throwing yourself
at the mercy of aunt Lydia.

Maybe I'll get lucky,
and I won't get any offers.

Then I can stay here with you, sh...

What is wrong with you?

This is our whole lives!

Some people would give
anything for the right match.

What?

What? Ag... Agnes?

Agnes?

I'm in love.

And it's horrible.

Who?

Garth.

My guardian.

How do you know?

That you're in love with him?

Any time I'm near him, I feel hot.

My skin, like my cheeks.

And then in my belly.

Have you ever felt that way before?

No.

But I'm happy for you.

He's not even eligible.

True, but...

At least you can feel
this way once, right?

No matter what, that's a blessing.

Agnes MacKenzie, shouldn't
you be on your way to class?

Yes, aunt Lydia.

Can I help you with something?

Yes, aunt Lydia.

Maybe.

I have a question.

Or a request.

A request?

Very respectfully, aunt Lydia. Very.

Alright, then.

My guardian,

the one who showed
bravery on the bus that day

- when mayday...
- I am aware.

He's soon to be made a commander.

I thought perhaps you
might make him eligible...

This season.

Maybe god protected him for that reason.

I shall think the matter over.

Thank you, aunt Lydia.

For your graciousness.

Praise be.

Now get to class. Late
girls are difficult girls.

Go in grace.

This is the last day of
childhood for these girls.

Innocence can be lost in so many ways.

Ms. Clements.

You look fresh.

Now, if you are to join our cause,

you'll have to prove you mean it.

Are you prepared to do that?

Y-Yes.

No, no, no.

Please, please.

I'm... I beg of you. I... I can't.

N-No, no. No, no, please.

- Let me just say this.
- Please, I...

those who are not with us are against us.

So, which is it to be?

Please, god. Help me.

Help me.

Please.

No, no!

No! No! No!

Sinners are always
visible to the divine eye.

The sins of these women
have found them out.

Whatever my resolve may have been,

after some days, I lost
track of that plot line.

The plot line of my resolve.

Now, I was following the
plot line of my survival.

Please, I don't... I don't wanna die.

Please, don't.

Please, I don't want to die. Please.

Lydia, don't, please!

By his hand.

Hulda's been settled.

Only a few open slots left.

Which commanders remain?

I have another one to add to the mix.

Garth chap in.

The guardian?

He's not eligible.

He will be. Soon enough.

Yes. And other commanders
have been serving gilead far longer.

As you know, men serve
gilead in myriad ways.

Well, come on now, spit it out.

I trust you heard the news.

Though he brings grief,
he will show compassion.

For he does not willingly
bring affliction to anyone.

Praise be his words.

Is it time to reconsider a handmaid?

That isn't your domain anymore.

I can still arrange one for you.

Between friends, of course.

Not yet.

When you are ready.

You know you can count on me.

In so many ways, dear aunt Lydia.

Your price is above rubies.

Praise be.

Praise be.

Was I a Phoenix, rising from the ashes?

Or was I a cockroach?

I wasn't sure anymore.

But I was alive.

Ms. Clements. Come in.

We must construct a
uniform for our new disciples.

Your new disciples.

Mine?

I thought you might enjoy
the privilege of weighing in.

This one.

It's a little rough.

Might not be the most
comfortable to the touch.

No, I don't imagine it will be.

My biggest gripe with the old world

was the emphasis on comfort.

Ease.

Convenience.

We had all become entitled little brats.

Penny's child is with god now.

Blessed are those that mourn,
for they shall be comforted.

How quickly people forget
that nothing good comes

without a little grinding down of the tooth.

Poor penny.

For a seedling must fight
its way through the dirt

to meet the sun.

Hulda, I made this for you.

Really?

No. I made it for myself.

For good luck.

But as you wait for your contenders,
I thought you might need it.

Just don't rub out all the good luck.

Well, that's me.

I have my first green
appointment today with the tailor.

And then soon, your dad
to get my teeth whitened.

Bye!

Blessed day, miss Agnes.

See you tomorrow.

See ya.

The lord has challenged
us today, hasn't he?

I pray we are worthy of his gifts.

Even if they don't seem like gifts at first.

I know us aunts aren't
always generous with praise,

but it's worth mentioning you
have been an exemplary Pearl girl.

Today and all the days.

I'm grateful for the chance to serve.

Especially after my
previous indiscretions.

It takes time to adjust
to the ways of gilead.

I made mistakes, too.

You're not from gilead?

Where are you from?

Well, we're all of the same earth.

Dust to dust.

But how did you end up in gilead?

How did you become an aunt?

Well, dear, you need to have a calling.

I heard mine, and I answered.

I guess you could say I
was the original Pearl girl.

I'll take it from here.

We've checked all the bloodlines.

Our matches are as
clean as a wooden whistle.

Yes, aunt Lydia.

I believe a celebration is in order.

Each season brings its own obstacle,

and this season has been
particularly stimulating.

May our Greens move
forward into holy matrimony

as god intended.

Blessed be the fruit.

May the lord open.

It is now time to tell the girls' families.

What delicious news they shall receive.

We have done our
best to teach these girls.

To prepare them.

But what they don't
know yet is that life is long.

The real brutality is
when it asks you to endure

knowing what you have done, and
what has been done while you stood by.

But what choice do we have?

Enduring is the only way through.

I control the women's
side of their enterprise

with an iron fist

in a leather glove in a woolen mitten.

I made a promise to teach
these girls to be women.

Women of god.

I made another promise.

After what happened
to my girls at jezebel's,

after Boston fell,

after the sting of the noose
around my neck began to wear off,

I vowed to document everything.

And everyone.

Yes, aunts were afforded
the special privilege

of being allowed to write.

The only women in gilead who could.

But what was I writing?

Recording the crimes of weak
men and far too many women?

That was not allowed.

That could bring down these men

chosen by god to lead us.

The corrupt and blood-smeared
fingerprints of the past

must be wiped away for
the morally pure generation

that is surely about to arrive.

But among these bloody fingerprints

are those made by ourselves,

and they can't be wiped away so easily.

May god protect these girls.

Because I'm not sure I can.