Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Son. Nick, listen to me.
Fred, I think we both know
Oh, my God.
He is your Commander. He is your whole world.
That's what he needs.
I don't expect you to be comfortable with this.
No.
[knocks twice on door]
The prosecution has dropped its charges.
That is my name.
-She was an oncologist. -Ah.
Thank you.
Don't scream.
No.
They made a deal with him anyway.
frame things in front of the judge.
Nick?
You can't say that.
June?
Yeah, I get that. I get that.
[Rita] At least a trial is proper.
Oh.
June, they... they are going to let him go.
as husband and wife?
-Or the Colonies. -Right.
on any of your infrequent visits?
Thanks.
Mmm-hmm.
[indistinct conversation]
When? When is he leaving, do you know?
Son, you will regret this. Son, you'll regret this.
Okay.
Mr. Tuello, we'd...
Just listen.
Well, then, June, why have you come?
So I should just get comfortable with the fact
[door closes]
-Well, how was it? -[Moira] Nothing!
[screams]
I don't believe there was any intent of harm.
And we can bring our brother home.
[woman] Brian L. Johnston. Did he face charges of any kind?
[gasps]
And he personally guaranteed safe passage?
Offred, please. No.
-Hey. -[Emily] Hi.
You'll regret this, son.
Blue.