01x03 - Episode 3

[bunniefuu]

(gentle music)

(farm workers chattering)

- My friend needs more.

Fill it.

- I already gave you one.

- Well, I need more.

- Why do you need so much?

- You can't just do one

load, you need heaps.

Everybody knows that.

Fill it now,

please.

- If you cut these.

- So you can k*ll

us in our sleep?

No thanks.

- I wouldn't need

you to be asleep.

- There, see right there.

That's why we'd be

better off without you.

- You give me a

bucket to sh*t in,

treat me like a God damn

animal, what do you expect?

- So you'd rather

defecate in your pants?

- Defecate, who the

f*ck says defecate.

- I'm sorry I have a vocabulary

and I've evolved beyond

common curse words.

- Oh my God, do you mean sh*t?

Is sh*t what offends your

delicate little ears?

- You think my ears are little?

- What's with all the yelling?

- Jamie told me to check on him.

- She annoying you?

- Yes.

- Me?

He's the one who

wants me to free him

and give him sponge

baths, and massages,

followed by salted nuts

and Indian pale ale.

- You have pale ale?

- See?

- No, no.

You know, I am not the enemy.

- I have actual

work to get back to.

- Yes, same, I

work too, remember?

Here's what's gonna happen, see,

when they go you're

gonna fill this,

and in return, I'll

allow a hot shower

and I might even throw

in some body butter.

(upbeat music)

- Fresh from the

ladies, you know,

slowing down a bit

now with the weather.

So, you know

Hey, do you mind

passing me our order

and I will be on my way.

- Bless her.

- Okay.

- Hey, go on, take one,

take another one

for your pockets.

- Portia, no!

No.

Those are sometimes food.

- Sometimes could be now.

- Sometimes means never.

(door bells chime)

- I can't help myself, kids

are made to be spoiled.

- Kids are made to drive you

crazy and give you knee fat.

- I love knee fat.

Oh god, I'm sorry,

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

- Are you okay?

- I didn't get through again.

I thought it went really well,

but maybe I'm not

wellness enough.

Well enough.

Well enough.

- They're assholes.

Jamie didn't get in either.

- Really?

- Uh, I'm okay with it.

- You're okay with it?

I mean, I'm, I'm dealing

with it in my own way.

- Wellness knows best.

- Do they though?

- Yeah. They do.

You and me, we are here

to grow abundant life,

and we will again.

(plaintive music)

- What gives them

the right to decide

who can and can't have kids?

- Oh yes.

Jamie, come to the dark side.

- Since when do you drink?

- Since I quit meth.

It's f*cking up my teeth.

- Just keep walking,

down the left, it's

down the hallway.

Hurry up.

- It would go a lot faster

if you gave me crutches.

So you could smash

me over the head

while I wasn't looking.

- I could also do it

while you were looking.

- Yeah, well I could also fry

the pubes off your scrotum.

Go, get in there.

- Shower first.

- You bargain like a person

who doesn't understand

the power dynamic here.

- Shower and deposit.

At the same time.

- Ew.

Fine.

- Fine.

Well?

- Well what?

- Are you going to

give me my privacy?

- I'm not taking my eyes

off you for one second.

Don't think I'm going

to untie you, either,

you'll just have

to work around it.

- Fine.

- Fine.

(sinister music)

(man yells)

- Oh, sh*t!

(sinister music)

Well come on.

- What?

- Do you want me to

fill your cup or not?

- Yes.

W- wait, what?

- Fill the cup.

For your friend.

- Uh, oh

(man sighs)

(woman yelps)

- Move.

Move!

- No, I'll do it,

just let me do it

No, I'm sweet.

- No, I'm sweet.

- No, you don't know how to

stock the fridge properly.

- What evs, freak.

- What? Why?

- You can't just do one load.

You need heaps,

everyone knows that.

Don't mention it.

- Don't mention what?

- Don't say anything.

- I'm not gonna say anything.

- I can hear you.

- I like your hair.

- What is going on?

- And by like, I mean

the nineties called

and Posh Spice

wants her bob back.

- Wow.

You're the one to

talk, Helmet Helga.

(gentle music)

- How come you smell

like body butter?

- How come you don't?

- Alright.

Local craft beer.

I bet it's been awhile.

I thought we could get

to know each other.

Like mates.

I'll help you, you help me.

Let's play a drinking game.

Never have I ever

been to quarantine.

So you haven't been

to quarantine, or you-

- Thought we were

playing the game.

Like mates.

- Fine.

Your turn.

(laughing) The world

could have been anything.

We had a chance to wipe

it clean, start over,

but instead Lane

and her entourage

are just the same old sh*t.

Yes.

Keeping women down

by telling them there's

something wrong with them.

The oldest trick in the

book and you guys wrote it

- So this Lane woman,

she's controlling you.

Your freedoms.

- Yes.

No.

- Not really how

mates work, Alex.

- That's different.

You see, Alex, I trust you.

And you trust me.

We are mates now, right?

(gentle music)

(man groans)

- Wait, wait wait.

Where are you going?

- Just going to

get some fresh air.

- I'll come with.

- No, should be all right.

- You'll be back?

- Alex, mates don't leave mates.

Yeah?

(cow moos)

(man yelps)

(man grunts)

(man yells)

Hi.

- Just, did you just

try to run away?

- No.

- Don't scare me like that.

I can't loose you.

Your proof my mom was right.

- Maybe you should sit.

- Nobody tells me what to do.

- Can I have my knife back?

Please.

(tense music)

My friend, Thomas,

he gave me this.

He said it would lead us

to a place for well men.

For survivors.

- Where is Thomas?

- He was hunted.

- What?

- Look I couldn't

find it by myself.

But maybe with a little

help from my mates

we can find the safe place.

(gentle music)

(playful music)

(man snoring)

(cow mooing)

- Pip?

- Jamie.

I was just going

for an early morning

walk around the farm, just

getting some fresh air.

What's the problem?

- Were you just

were you and

Bobby?

- What? No.

That would be unwell behavior.

- But do we want to?

- Stop that.

- It's not unwell if you do.

- I do not.

Lane always says the path

to your best free self

is littered with landmines.

And that's all he

is, a landmine,

and it's not like he's

even that good looking.

Like, who likes defined

musculature? Not me

And that angular jawline.

It's a cliche.

He's nothing but a

harkback hangover.

That's all he is.

My goodness.

Thank you.

I'll have you know, I did

not come in here before

to watch you sleep because

I like you or anything.

That sounded like I like you.

To- to recap, I don't

like you, never will.

- Got it.

You hate me.

- No, no, don't say hate.

- Why not?

- Because it's not the opposite

of love, indifference is.

- Indifference?

- Yes, which is

what I feel for you,

or don't feel, don't feel,

I feel nothing for you.

(tense music)

- Thanks for the clothes, Pip.

- Morning.

I found one.

- Found what?

- Catch.

- How?

- All I can say is

thank god ma was a

level ten hoarder.

- You're an angel.

- You're here again.

- Excuse me.

- Stop with your pervy

body butter thing.

You're acting like some

hormonal school girl, okay?

Now piss off.

We got actual work to do.

(cell phone bleeps)

- Yes!

- Cell phones are

useless, you know,

there's no cellular network.

- We know there's no

network, go back to bed.

- There's no contacts.

- What about messages?

- Yeah.

- Rise.

- Rise.

Rise as in,

As in revolution?

Who was the message sent from?

- There's no number.

(energetic music)

- You are a fierce, in-tune

woman of the universe,

who knows right from wrong.

You stupid harkbacker.

You caught feelings for a man.

Because you're weak

child of the patriarchy.

You are in control of

your head and your heart

You're an enemy of progress,

selfishly harboring a

progenitor of the future.

How could you?

(militaristic music)

- This body reached the process.

(pulsating)

(telephone rings)

- What up, Jackson Creamery.

- Hi.

- Oh, it's you.

What?

- I've been perusing the

body mind manifestos.

And I think we need

to do a full cleanse.

- No, thanks.

My skin's a ten.

- No, really.

We should get rid of any

impurities and detoxify.

- Are you suggesting one of

your three-day sh1tting fests?

- Put Jamie on.

- Jamie, it's curtain pants.

- Hello?

- Jamie.

I

I'm thinking about

growing out my fringe.

- They know about Bobby.

They're sending an undercover

unit to raid the farm.

- Fudge sacks. Fudge. Blast.

- Psst. Pip.

- What the hell

were you thinking?

I gave you Bobby's

sperm for you,

not for you to give it

away all over the place.

- What the?

- It wasn't all over the place.

It was anonymous.

- Oh, really?

Because your bestie Viv

handed it straight

over to Constance.

In one of our coolers?

- What the hell?

- Okay, look, I took

the stickers off, okay?

Everyone's got cooler

bags like ours.

- What about Cow

insemination straws?

Everyone got those?

- You know what, I didn't

want an extra load, okay?

I was happy with

one load, but no,

you had to go and get more

because you want to

get it on with Bobby.

- That's a lie. I hate Bobby.

- All of you are

absolute f*ck.

You're a f*ck because

you got dickmatized.

You're a f*ck because

you let her use you

like a sperm ATM,

and you, you're the biggest

f*ck of them all.

Did you even think what would

happen if you got pregnant?

We can't go back.

Not now.

Not ever.

Jackson loved this farm.

And you give it away

like you gave him away.

- I did not give Jackson away.

- You called the

quarantine officers on him.

- Because my baby died.

Jackson was sick.

You lost your brother,

I lost my whole life.

- Look, this all

started with him.

- What?

- Okay.

He goes that way, we stay

here, think of an excuse,

wait it out.

And they've got

nothing to pin on us.

- Except ill*gal human sperm

in our cow insemination draw.

We can't go back.

(cellphone ringing)

- H- hello?

- Rise, friend, rise.

37.7870 degrees South,

175.2793 degrees East.

Stay safe.

- Did you get it?

- Wait, was that a man's voice?

Why is there a man's voice?

There are no other men.

- There are now.

And we're gonna find them.

- Come on.

It's not like we have a choice.

(eerie music)