Creamerie

- Whoo! - Yeah! Let's go, brother! Whoo!

Great.

Cry harder, kid. Shit's gonna get worse.

- Why are you like this? - Why aren't you like this?

What the fuck is that ― grass and shit stew?

- Hey! Give it back! - Guys! - Nah!

You don't say 'guys' any more, Jamie. It's triggering.

- 'Guys' is a trigger word now? - Alex, look, just leave Pip alone.

No, Jamie. Didn't you hear? Wellness has fixed everything with trigger words.

I said shush! Lane is here.

Women of Hiro Valley...

- sisters... - Yes.

- ...survivors. - Yes!

Eight years ago today, the virus took all the world's men.

Our fathers,

brothers,

friends,

our lovers,

our sons.

Our hearts are forever scarred,

but the time for harking back is over.

Yes!

In eight years,

- look what we've built. - Yes!

Education.

- Heathcare for all. - Whoo!

Menstruation leave ― mandatory.

The virus may have taken our men, but it will not take our potential!

Mine!

Yes!

- Carpe futurum! - Carpe futurum!

Thanks to the goddess, we have seed.

- Are we not blessed? - Yes!

Well...

- Does our past trauma make us weak? - No!

- Gullible, yes. - Shut up!

- OK, Alex, come on. We are going. - What?

- One day, through wellness... - Don't. Don't!

- ...we will overcome this virus... - We're going.

...and truly create...

- You're making a scene! - Oh, you wanna see a scene?

- ...a brave, new well world! - No, no, no, no, no, don't!

That's not mine. It's not.

Be your best. Be free.

Oh, sh... No, no, no, no, no, no, no!

Ow!

Wow.

These are new.

So uplifting

The fonts are shit.

Assault of the mayor is a blissable offence.

Oh, I am so sorry,

Constable.

- Don't call me that. - What? Constable?

Do you ever get sick of this?

You miserable little shit.

I'm constantly sick of this power-drunk arsehole.

Ah!

Seventh time lucky. 2-3-4...

Now, without further ado, the Winter Repopulation Draw!

3-2-0-0.

Oh my God.

A seed could not find a finer garden.

2-3-4-2.

2-3-4-2.

No, that's my friend. It's my best friend.

What up?

I was thinking...

Do you think that maybe sometime we could...

go away for a weekend?

Sorry, but you have the biggest blackhead on the side of your nose.

- Why do you do that? - Do what?

Twist the moment.

- I dunno. - What's going on?

- Why is the door locked? - Security purposes.

- What do you want? - Why's it taking so long?

I'll be done in a minute.

Done getting me off or done shooting me in the head?

How's that for twisting the moment?

- Jesus. - Unless...

you wanna not and say we did.

You know I can't do that.

So stop dangling dirty weekends like we're normal people and get on with it.

What gets you wetter ―

me or that gun?

This is fucked.

That's what I've been trying to tell you.

Us.

Us is fucked.

Release the semen slowly.

- I am doing it slowly. - Five potato,

four potato...

...three potato, two potato, one potato.

Ooh, don't pull it out so fast! Slowly.

Slowly.

Nice.

See? Happy days.

Your first insemination.

Pat yourself on the back.

Oh, come on. You created life. You're like a god.

...des. Goddess.

Oh, here we go.

Constance, thank you so much. I just wanted to talk about the―

- Hey, guys. Ow! - Ooh! Easy.

I am easy.

Constance is easy with her tongue.

No, I'm not. Uh, no driving, no heavy lifting―

No sharp objects,

supervision and secured sleeping arrangements recommended while blissed.

We know.

- Duration? - Five days ― repeat offence.

Excellent choice. The best.

Um, in regards to the evidence, I just wanna―

- We'll talk later, OK? - OK.

- OK. - Uh...

- Thanks. We can take it from here. - Aw.

Uh, Co― Constance, um,

I just wanted to say that even though it was my name on the cup,

the smoothie assault was all Alex. I would never do that to Lane.

And I would never waste flaxseed and spinach.

Be your best. Be free!

- I love your nose. - Yep, yep, yep.

- No wonder Jackson wanted to fuck you. - OK.

- Ew. Incest. - She's my sister-in-law.

Yeah, incest.

Can you just be useful and give me a hand?

You're a selfish little turd-burger, aren't you?

Jeopardise Jamie's chances at anotherbaby.

You make us all look bad.

- We'd be better off without you. - Oh my God, Pip.

What? She can't hear me.

Well, she can, but, you know, lights on, no one home.

She won't remember.

She wouldn't care anyway. She hates me.

- Hate's a bit of a strong word. - Alex is a strong turd-burger.

- Nun-night. - Goodnight.

Sperm is precious.

Sperm is rare.

That's why we've established the Repopulation Lottery,

a robust, just process

for selecting success and delivering a healthy future.

To keep our population stable,

our quarterly allocation from the nation's pre-virus sperm banks

is gifted to our most viable motherhood candidates.

Congratulations.

You must made the first step in this wonderful journey.

Take a moment to acknowledge your incredible good fortune

and radiant power.

Ow.

Oh. Um... Sorry.

First time?

Fourth.

Wow.

- You have four daughters? - Oh, no,

my number's come up four times, but I just...

I can't seem to get past this next stage.