Previously on Population 11...
What kind of a sick fuck
forces somebody to eat their own father?
Of course it fuckin' isn't!
I pick up roadkill.
I thought you were looking for your dad because he's your dad.
He has some money of mine and I need to get it back.
- Andy! - I got the snowboard!
- You're stealing from him? - Payment for services rendered.
Hey!
Where's Hugo?
How do we know you are who you say you are?
Americans always want something.
Behind you!
- Hugo's been found. - How good is that?
Let me finish. Dead.
We'll know more once forensics weigh in,
but what I can tell ya
is that your dad was most likely trapped inside.
Probably died of smoke inhalation.
- Nah. - What?
Probably burned alive, I reckon.
- Burned alive? - Yeah.
How long would that take? 5, 10 minutes?
- Just depends on what he's wearing. - Yeah.
Listen, if all this is too much for you...
Did you find any personal items? A wallet?
A suitcase?
Any bags of...
Bags of what?
Nothing.
Well, forensics will be here soon to pick up the body.
Don't touch it, idiot!
296 bucks, hey?
- Is that accurate? - Yeah. Why?
Listen up.
Now, I know you've been saving up
for one of them remote-controlled cars
for a month or two now.
Two years.
There it is. Look, I tell you what.
What if I was to tell you
that I have got a hot tip at the track tonight
and that I could double this money for you, yeah?
That means that I pay you back plus interest.
You know what interest is?
Look, means that you can get yourself a much better car,
like maybe a monster truck.
Something like that, hey?
I mean, it's allowance money, anyway, isn't it?
Christmases and birthdays, stuff like that.
So, technically, it was mine to begin with.
What, did you glue this thing on?
I tell you what, mate.
Why don't you go and get your dad's hammer?
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Andy?
Are you with us?
A memory of your father you'd like to share?
Yeah. What can I say?
He was a...
He was a great dad, a fantastic role model
and now he's dead.
Can't tell whether he's being sarcastic or not.
You know, when I think about Hugo,
I'm reminded of the parable of Jonah and the whale,
swallowed up and spewed back out.
He railed against Almighty God,
"Are you not entertained?"
And lo,
verily,
he was not.
Amen.
- To Hugo. - Yeeoo!
Yee-oo-oo-oo!
Bring me a slab, Val!
The boys are comin' round and we're gonna get pissed ton...
Fuck me. Who fuckin' died?
Hugo!
I don't know why I said that so loud, everyone. Sorry.
I'm sorry, Val. I had no idea.
I know you loved him.
Just, um, keep the change, hey.
- Ta, Gareth. - Hey, by the way,
just quick.
Who's that?
That'd be Cassie.
What about you? That's Gareth.
Hey, righto, everyone, listen up!
Hey, piss-up back at our house for Hugo, yeah?
You're all invited.
I think it's what he would have wanted.
Oi, mate,
are you fuckin' serious? The whole fuckin' town?
No, I had to, mate. It's the only way she's gonna come, I reckon.
Peer pressure.
Fuck, she looks good today.
- That's actually a good idea. - What is?
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It's locked.
Oop! Locks don't really work in this place.
Jesus, Cassie, what if I was naked?
While you're grieving? That's weird.
Now, I know you're probably not in the mood,
but Leon's having a party
and I thought maybe you might want to...
You're right. I'm not in the mood.
OK.
It's just if we did go,
- it could be a chance to snoop. - Then...
- go ahead. - Think about it.
Someone's gotta know something.
If we find them, I reckon we'll find your money.
Will you quit it with this 'we' shit?
It's not 'we'. It's... it's 'me'.
- We had a deal. - Yeah, well,
the deal fell apart when Hugo died.
We're never gonna find the money,
so the last place I wanna be is at some weird party
with all the psychos of Shitsville.
People don't just turn up dead in a small town like this
without somebody knowing something.
It's alright. You rest.
I'll go and figure it out.
Alright, talk to me.
Well, found my old man.
That's great.
So, how'd it go?
Not that great. He's dead.
Jesus.
I'm sorry.
- Are you OK? - Yeah.
It's just weird, you know?
I guess I always thought that I would see him again
and now that's not gonna happen.
Does that mean...
that we lost the money?
- I don't know. - Andy,
they won't care if your dad's dead.
- We need to find it. - Yeah, Dom, just...
give me a second, OK?
Look, we're running out of seconds.
Find it.
The hell?
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- G'day. - Hi.
- I'm Gareth. - Cassie.
Nice to meet you.
Welcome to my place.
- It's lovely. - Thank you.
- Thanks. - Cheers to Hugo.
To Hugo.
So, you work on a cattle station?
I do, yep. Brolga Plains Station.
How about you? What are you doing in Bidgee?
Just passing through.
- Is that yours? - Yeah, that's mine.
- A surfing station hand? - Yeah.
It's all part of my... my grand plan.
- You've got a grand plan? - I do, yeah.
It's el grandé.
Can I show you?
- What? - Yeah. Come on.
- Let me show you. - OK.
G'day, Val. Welcome.
- Hey. - Hey, hey.
Hi.
Hey, Val, is... is Noel here?
He wasn't at the store earlier.
Don't know, don't care.
To Hugo.
What about... What about Cas...
I'm good, thank you.
What about Cassie? Have you seen her?
Nuh, haven't seen her.
Right.
To...
Long-lost sons?
That works, yeah.
Listen, Val, I...
I know you and my dad were close
and I just... I wanna say I'm sorry, OK?
I... He didn't... He didn't mention, by any chance, any kind of, like, a...
like, a large sum of money he had tucked away, by any chance?
I know that sounds weird, but...
You know what's weird?
The fact he never mentioned you.
Yeah, that is... that is weird.
Kinda hard not to take personally, but...
I talk about my son every day.
Little Bobby John.
But Hugo never mentioned you once,
but here you are, out of the blue,
and he's not around to say anything otherwise.
So, he didn't mention any money, then?
Nuh.
He didn't mention any money.
Of course not! But why can't we be honest?
Hugo was only in it for Hugo.
Took some of us a long time to understand that.
Anyone want another drink?
- No, thank you. - Nah, I'm good.
The snowboard.
You said you took it from Hugo
as payment for services rendered.
What services?
I found something for him.
What did you find?
That's between me and Hugo.
And for this amazing service,
Hugo paid you in snowboard?
We had a deal.
He didn't pay, so I went and collected.
When people make a promise,
I'm very particular.
Hey!
Tell me what you found for him,
or maybe you'd like to tell the police about your little visit.
You know, Sergeant Walters and I
are very close now.
I'm sure she'd be interested to know
what you did for my father before he disappeared.
Tomorrow morning, come find me.
I'll show you.
Shit! Sorry.
Wait, you're the gun-toting alien?
Yeah, well, I thought you were gonna take Hugo back to America.
What's with the costume?
Hugo paid me to dress up as an alien
and just jump out at people on tour.
Anyway, I'm saving up to get out of here.
- Shoshanna! - Shit.
Shoshanna. Is that a Jewish name?
I don't know, weirdo. Take that.
Shoshanna.
I love beer.
Even when it's warm, right?
Shoshy!
I hate to say it,
but has anyone considered that it might be suicide?
Hugo? No,
and not like that.
No, it's not the way I'd do it either.
Sounds like a lot of hard work to me.
You've gotta go and get the petrol,
then you douse yourself,
gotta find a dry match.
OK, Trev.
Fuck is he?
- Hey! There he is! - Hey, Leon.
I didn't think you were gonna make it, mate.
Hey, listen, have you seen Noel?
Noel?
Fuckin' mystery, our Noel, mate.
You never know what that cunt's up to.
Do you want a snag?
They're a bit burnt, but...
Yeah, no, I'm fine.
Fuck!
I'm so sorry!
- What? - Sorry, mate.
I don't know what I'm thinking.
Do you think I think that's... No.
- 'Cause he was burnt, mate. - I know.
I get it. I'm fine. I... Honestly.
That's my bad, man. Here, have a drink of this, bud.
- Honestly, I'm fine. - Some special brew. Trust me.
- Take the edge off. - Yep, yep.
It's good, eh?
Yeah, it's crazy, though, man.
- Bloody good bloke, your dad. - Yeah.
Had his head switched on about the aliens too,
not like the rest of these dickheads.
How's that?
OK, you go out to the coast here,
150 kays, yeah,
then you gonna wanna go straight down about a mile.
Guess what's down there, mate.
A fuckin' alien base.
- Underwater? - Underwater!
NSA knows about it, military.
Fuck, then there's the shuttle footage in '96.
Google that.
Warning shots fired into space.
Just UFOs tearing up the fuckin' cosmos, mate.
OK, yeah. What does that mean?
There's a war going on up there, mate.
- Right. - Everyone knows about it.
We're kept in the dark.
All this town, they live their little lives with their heads in the sand.
Fuck me, she's coming. Here.
- She brought pies. - Unfortunately.
Here. Give us a swig of that.
Hey, just remember, act casual.
Yeah, yeah, I know. Yeah. Easy, mate. Easy.
- Hey, how you going? - Hey.
- You came. You brought pies. - Yep.
- Well, chuck 'em in the fridge, eh? - Yep.
Why does everybody keep...
Aww, how cute!
You saved your old craft projects from * kindy.
That is a vision board, smart-arse.
Wow, a manifesting cattleman.
Now I've seen everything.
You know, you can laugh all you want. This works.
You know, I'm this close from moving to Indo,
buying me own boat and becoming a dive instructor.
Well, that's the dream, anyway.
That's kinda cool, I guess,
but it would be expensive, though.
I mean, moving countries, starting a business.
- What are we talking? Like, 200K? - Yeah.
But work hard, do overtime. I'm pretty much there.
A month from now, I'll be sipping margaritas in Bali.
You should come up.
I'll show you all the sights.
You'd love it.
- Would I? - Yeah.
Well, unless there's something wrong with you.
Hey, Gaz, mate. Sorry. Bit of an emergency.
What temperature do you set the oven on for pies?
- Are you serious? - Yeah, Audrey's here!
She brought pies and I said I'd get 'em started
while she's in the shitter, but I don't know
how to fuckin' use the oven!
Just chuck it on 200 and you'll be fine.
- 200? Thanks, mate. - Yep. Yeah.
How do I turn it on?
I'm sorry, mate. I just... I can't fuck this up!
Please.
OK, I'm so sorry. I'll be right back.
I'm just gonna... You know.
- Do you want anothery? - Yeah.
Yeah? Alright.
- Sorry, mate. Can't fuck this. - Go.
Press that button, then you shut it.
- Yeah. - Then you chuck it on 200.
Easy as, mate!
- You got this. - Thanks, bruz.
G'day. Here she is.
- How they going? - They're in safe hands with me.
Yeah, no, I've got 'em at a balmy 200.
- 200 Cs, actually. - 200?
You want it higher? We can go higher.
We can go up to bloody 300 if you want. 350.
- Probably go to fuckin' 400. - Too high.
- Too high? - Knock it back to 170.
Right.
Yeah, give 'em a few extra minutes,
they'll warm all the way through,
- but you won't crisp the edges. - Yeah, yeah, yeah,
that's what I was thinking too.
Good call, Audrey.
170.
Rolls off the tongue, 170, doesn't it? 170.
Don't you reckon?
170! Nah.
How weird is it that you're in my kitchen?
Yeah.
- You came! - What are you doing?
- The money's here, Andy. - The money's here? Where?
Well, I haven't found it yet,
but I have a really strong feeling.
Listen, I think Noel is spying on me.
What?
It's some kind of recording chip.
He planted it on my phone.
At first, I thought it was Leon because he'd been in my room,
but it couldn't have been Leon because I've had my phone on me all day
except for when I took it out to sit
to get my head stitched at Noel's.
I placed it on a bench
and he would have had ample time to plant it without me seeing.
Andy, Andy, Andy, slow down.
OK, I think Noel stole the money
and now he's nervous that I'm around.
So, you think Noel did kill your dad?
Fucker!
Wait! Are you OK? Andy!
Down! Down! Down! Down!
Watch it, you fuckheads!
Jeez!
Holy shit! You are... You're Hugo's son.
I'm Gareth.
I am so sorry about your old man.
Yeah, no, it's... it's fine. I gotta... I'm...
I gotta talk to Noel, so, I... 'Bye.
Why are you doing this?
- What are you talking about? - Making up stories.
The fool lost the bet fair and square.
I'm not talking about the bet.
And I'm not the only one watching.
Jimmy, wait up.
Hey, Jimmy.
Holy shit!
"Xylazine."
What, is this about the bet or something?
- Just piss off! - Mate, I just want to know...
- You don't know shit! - OK.
You going through my stuff?
Leave a girl alone in your room, what do you expect?
Aww! Cute!
Pies, everyone!
- Whoa! - Pies!
OK, we've got kung pao camel, braised beef and black bean,
Mongolian roo...
- Yeah, any plain ones? - Anything that's not racist?
Give it a rest, Charmaine.
I bought that restaurant off your parents fair and square.
You didn't even want it.
Luckily they're no longer here to see what you've done to the place.
Well, I've treated it a bit better
than you've treated the caravan park.
- Ladies... - She's a fucking psycho.
Ladies...
I'll have a Mongolian roo.
Yeah, I'll have one. I'm starving.
Andy, here, mate. Here you go, mate. Try one of these.
- No, Leon. I'm OK. - No, no, trust me,
- these are beautiful. - Not right now.
No, have one! Don't be rude. Have a pie, mate!
Don't want one of your roadkill pies!
Roadkill?
No, that's, um...
Isn't that what you call poultry?
You prick.
You promised.
Some best mate you are.
Wait a minute.
Are you saying these are...
It's roadkill.
Hang on.
Is that gravel?
Auds! Audrey!
I couldn't give a shit what's in 'em.
They're the best fuckin' pies I've ever had
and I'll eat 'em any day of the fuckin' week.
Yeah?
Sweet-and-sour dingo?
Beautiful.
Oh, man...
OK, come on.
- Do it. Come on! - Come on.
Come on.
- Whoa, whoa, whoa! - Come on!
- What are you doing?! - Idiot!
Hey, step back! I'm trying to make some money here.
- What?! - He said he'd give me 100 bucks.
And I just lost my job being an alien, so...
If you want 100 bucks, just say you want 100 bucks!
OK. I want 100 bucks!
You are too young to be drinking,
and in your current state,
you clearly can't be trusted to make smart decisions.
Hey, why don't you leave her alone?
Yes, you.
Encouraging a minor to alcoholism.
- Why am I not surprised? - You're not my father.
You are not her father. Where is your mother?
- Over there. - Where?
Well!
I mean, as the only responsible adult here,
I say it's time for you to say goodnight.
Fuck off!
Yeah. Watch the language, please!
Where's the money?
- What? - Cut the crap!
I know what you did.
Recognise this?
- No. - Bullshit!
I know you bugged me,
after your crocodile almost killed me.
Yeah, well, Jeff wouldn't have attacked you
if you hadn't broken into my zoo, would he?
- It's not a zoo! - It is a zoo!
It's one animal! It's a pet!
It's a dangerous pet.
- Fight! Fight! - No, no.
Calm down. We're obviously not gonna be fighting.
We're on! Let's go, boys! Let's go!
No, no, Trev! Come on! Come on! We're all adults here!
Yeah, exactly! Thank you, Maureen!
Nobody here wants to...
- Hah! - There we go.
Who is it?
- Noely! - Come on, fellas!
Hey? Hey?
Why are you even here?!
Andy, what the hell?!
You hated Hugo! Everyone knows it.
What, you think I killed him?
Did you?
Wouldn't you like to know, little orphan Andy?
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah!
Get off of me!
- Get a room! - Hello, sailor!
Get a room!
How good's this?! Fuckin' hell!
Wait, wait.
Rest assured,
if I killed him,
no-one would ever find him.
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- Christ! - He bit him!
Fuck!
No, no, no, no!
That was an '87 Barbaresco,
you uncultured cockhead!
You dye your hair and everyone knows it!
Shit.
You fuckin' little...
Shit.
Great! Now I have to log that.
Get up, you idiots.
I didn't do anything. He said I dye my hair.
You do!
It's running down your face, Noel.
No, it's not.
Shut up, or I'll arrest the both of you
for drunk and disorderly.
Alright, your little party's over, dipshits.
I just got off the line to Forensics
and it's official.
Hugo was murdered
You're joking. What?
Now, I'll be questioning all of you,
so don't even think about leaving the area.
Now, bugger off home, the lot of ya.
Party's over. There goes my bond.
Shot a bloody hole in the roof.
You OK?
Never better. Yeah.
Listen, something weird's going on with Gareth and Leon.
They have way more money
than an unemployed deadshit and a station hand would normally have.
Cassie, I c... I can't right now.
Andy!
Hey, you can totally stay.
Thanks, but I reckon the party's over.
Andy?
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Andy, Hugo's killer is still out there.
If we find them, I reckon we'll find your money.
Will you quit it with this 'we' shit?
It's not 'we'. It's... it's 'me'.
We had a deal.
Yeah, well, the deal fell apart
when Hugo died.
We're never gonna find the money,
so the last place that I wanna be is at some weird party
with all the psychos of Shitsville.
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