Previously on Population 11...
- Hugo was murdered. - Fuck.
Piss-up back at our house for Hugo, yeah?
- Hi. - I'm Gareth.
- Cassie. - Nice to meet you.
Something's going on with Gareth and Leon.
They have way more money
than an unemployed deadshit
and a station hand would normally have.
Sergeant Walters and I are very close now.
I'm sure she'd be interested to know what you did for my father.
Tomorrow morning, come find me.
Why are you making up stories?
- You don't know shit! - OK.
- I know you bugged me! - What?
Hugo's killer is still out there.
If we find them, I reckon we'll find your money.
Bidgeegud,
the kind of place where people come to disappear,
to reinvent themselves
and leave their past behind.
But when one of their own turns up dead,
the secret that binds this town of misfits
must hold a vital clue.
Is there a murderer in their midst?
Andy is certain there is.
Which one of them knows the truth?
The creepy general store owner
who keeps a saltwater crocodile as a pet?
The broken-hearted publican
who keeps her dead son's race car as a memento?
The pie-loving lovers and their questionable secret ingredients?
The scary drama queen or her desperate-to-escape daughter?
The eccentric old artist who's out with Andy
looking for answers right now?
The unconventional priest?
Actually, who better to talk to
than the man who knows everybody's secrets?
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Jimmy?
We already have the conversation, Val, OK?
You don't have to lecture me. You know, I'm her mum, not you.
I know that, Charmaine.
Charmaine!
- Hey, Val! - Move it!
Any idea where Jimmy is?
Try his confession booth.
I did. He's not there.
Well, he sometimes goes out to the old quarry
when wants to be left alone.
How's Shoshanna?
She'll live. Why?
Where's her dad?
Wouldn't have a clue.
Anything else you'd like to know about that isn't any of your concern?
Or can I go now?
_
Cedric, where are you taking me?
We're in the middle of nowhere.
You said you want answers.
This is where we'll find them.
From here, we go on foot.
Go where?
I don't know yet!
That's fantastic.
But I will
when we get near. It's all about listening.
If you pay close attention,
you'll be surprised at what you find.
That's why Hugo came to me.
- I find things. - What are you doing?
I noticed the other day as I was passing by
something that wasn't here before.
Can you feel it?
Feel what?
Negative energy.
There's strong vibrations here.
Here. Hold this. Keep it very still.
You'll feel the vibration in the wire.
He was a complicated man, your father.
Well, actually,
he wasn't very complicated at all.
He showed us exactly who he was...
from the beginning.
It just took us a while to see it. That's all.
Yeah? How so?
He reminded me a bit of my own father.
Charming
but self-serving.
Didn't care who he hurt
in the process.
Yeah, well, that sounds about right.
Come.
This way.
Jimmy!
Hey!
Nice spot.
- Very peaceful. - It was.
I wanted to talk to you about Hugo.
What about him?
Did he say anything during confession that maybe...
That's between him and God, isn't it?
You're not wearing your... your priest's collar today.
You off-duty or something?
Interesting sermon you gave yesterday.
Wanna know my favourite Bible verse?
- Nuh. - Matthew 6:21.
"The greatest thing you'll ever learn
"To love and to be loved in return."
- You know that one, right? - Of course I do.
That's from 'Moulin Rouge'.
- How did you even find me? - I wanted to talk to you
last night at the party, but you left.
I wasn't in the mood for a party.
Is that why you pushed Trevor? Just weren't in the mood?
Pretty aggressive for a priest, isn't it?
- Well, I guess I'm not perfect. - Or a priest, even.
We're not so different, you and I.
I lost my father tragically too.
Yeah?
Was he murdered?
Yes.
Shit. I'm... I'm sorry.
That's OK.
It was a long time ago.
When I was six, my father would test me,
take me to the forest outside our town
and leave me to find my way home.
Feels like maybe Child Services is more of an American thing.
He would always try to trip me up,
but I always found my way home.
I would always win
and he would always get...
so mad.
Here. Come.
Komm schon!
I called the Church
and they've never heard of you.
What parish are you from, then?
None.
I'm a travelling priest.
- Is that even a thing? - Yes!
Like a flying doctor, but priests.
Priests without borders.
OK, even if I believe you,
why settle in Bidgeegud?
I go wherever the Lord needs me.
Well, what about your family, your country?
What about... Where's your mob from?
You know,
you ask questions
like you think you deserve the answers,
but you don't.
- What about that bet that Trevor mentioned? - There, you see?
Stickybeak!
I just wanna know the truth.
You didn't even know Hugo...
yet you wanna solve his murder.
Why?
What's wrong with helping a friend figure out
what happened to his dad?
I've spent a lot of time listening to people.
I know when someone's talking shit.
What exactly are we looking for here?
Death.
The spirit of death
is here.
No!
You OK?
- Out of the way! - OK. Alright.
Out of the way. You're disturbing the energies.
No, no, no, no, no.
Is there, like, an emergency contact I should call or...
What's happening?!
See? See?
Is that...
That's it?
We traipsed all the way out here for a cigarette butt?!
But something happened here. Trauma.
- This could be evidence. - Of what?!
Teenagers?
Make-up sex?
You said you had the answers.
How is this answer to anything?!
Give me this stupid...
No, no! My aerial!
My car.
This is where I got hit.
You were right.
Hey, Cedric, do you think you could help me get my car out?
_
You know you remind me of one of my relatives?
My uncle, skin way.
He was good with people...
but he was hiding a deep pain.
We all knew it was eating him up
and he just never talked about it.
Till one day,
he left.
Shame's a funny thing.
It makes people feel like they don't belong.
Jimmy...
I didn't mean to...
I was only pushing you 'cause you were pushing me.
But you're right.
There is more to why I'm here.
I'm helping Andy because it's the right thing to do.
And if we get to the bottom of it,
it could be my ticket back into my career.
Career?
I'm a journalist.
Was. I got fired,
but I'm sort of freelance at the moment
- and, you know... - So, you're here for the story.
You were faking that?
Does Andy know?
I told you that in confidence.
But now that I've confessed, it's your turn.
That's not how confession works.
Just tell me about the bet.
The bet
was about a bunker.
Now leave me alone.
Is that why Hugo died?
Because of a bet about a bunker?
Jimmy,
priest or not,
you owe it to your friend to tell the truth!
- Andy! - Jesus!
Cassie, will you stop scaring the fuck out of me like that?
You're the one that keeps popping up everywhere!
You do know this is an active crime scene, right?
Didn't stop you.
Just had the most frustrating wild-goose chase with Cedric just now,
but he did help me find my car.
Look at this.
Jimmy mentioned something about a bunker.
I reckon Hugo had one.
Of course he had a bunker!
I'm such an idiot!
When I was a kid, it was under the house.
He kept everything that meant anything to him in that bunker,
including money.
Not that he had a lot,
but what he did have...
Andy...
If we find the bunker, we find the money.
It's gotta be there.
There's gotta be a key somewhere.
No key, but maybe we could pick the lock?
I got a better idea.
My God!
Fuck!
OK, so there's nothing there.
The UFO site. It makes sense, right?
Away from town and prying eyes?
That's gotta be where it is. Get your stuff.
- You need to calm down. - I'm running out of time!
Yeah, well, it's almost dark outside
and I'm not leaving until you tell me the truth
about what's really going on.
The money, all of it!
You don't deserve this.
_
It all started when Dom and I went for a drink after work.
We were meeting up with an old college buddy of his
who was apparently, like, this big hotshot Wall Street guy now.
He turned out to be a really good guy, you know?
We... we had a fun time. We stayed out late, got drunk.
We were sharing war stories.
And then, this guy leans in
and gives us a stock tip.
Dom and I knew that wasn't exactly legal,
but it was only $5,000 each.
You know, it wasn't exactly the crime of the century.
So, we came up with the money and, boom,
doubled it overnight.
Yes!
For the first time, I felt... free, you know?
I-I felt like I had finally gamed the system
that had been gaming me my entire life,
so, yeah, I wanted to feel that again, you know.
A week went by and I still had that itch,
so I called Dom and I asked him
to get us another tip.
He was... he was reluctant at first,
but eventually, you know, he came around,
only this time,
the minimum his buddy was asking
was $100,000 each
and we just didn't have that kind of money.
But something about the way Dom said,
"It's not for guys like us..."
that set me off.
So,
I called the guy myself
and I asked him to loan us the money.
If he's so sure about this tip, I said,
and I'd be able to pay him the money back
and make another trade.
And when he said yes, I thought,
"This is it," you know?
"This is... this is my way out of...
"of debt,"
"of work,"
"my past."
So, what happened?
The stock went the other way.
We lost everything
and now we owed $100,000 each plus interest.
Dom was livid.
Anyway, a few days later,
this guy comes in asking for me and Dom.
At first, we thought,
"maybe he's HR or something like that."
We were a little nervous,
but then he told us that his boss
had us on tape
talking to each other about the tip-off, insider trading.
The whole thing was a set-up.
My God!
So, where was Dom's mate?
Pfft! Long gone.
His phone number was dead.
The company he worked for,
turns out he never worked for them in the first place.
And I was... furious with Dom.
But it wasn't all him.
I mean, we were both idiots.
I can believe how stupid I was.
So, we did what they asked.
They made us open fraudulent accounts
and move money offshore for them via this Australian account
that we set up in Hugo's name.
- So, Hugo knew about it? - No! No, God, no!
Hugo had no idea.
No, I just used his ID information to set up a hidden account.
So, you became money launderers?
No! I mean...
Look, we had no idea where the money was coming from,
so, for all we knew,
this was a perfectly legitimate operation.
OK.
Anyway, with every transaction,
we'd pay 5% off the debt.
Slowly, we would chip away what we owed.
Until, halfway through,
about a week or so
before we were supposed to make a transfer to the UAE...
a quarter million dollars in Hugo's account just...
disappeared.
Shit!
Yeah, I figured Hugo must have
stumbled across the account or something.
Maybe the bank contacted him. I don't know.
I can't believe you fell into a trap like that.
I get it.
It sounds so stupid right now, I know,
but I swear to God,
it made so much sense at the time.
Why?
I...
All my life, I played by the rules...
and Hugo had left us with so much debt
that my mom spent every waking moment
trying to pay it off.
And then she got sick and that's... I mean...
Medical costs, that's a whole other...
I actually...
found myself fantasising
about her dying...
because I thought, "Hey, you know,
"at least it'd be cheaper...
"and she'd be free."
But then she did, and that cost money too.
She was never able
to outrun it
and I knew that...
I was... I wasn't gonna outrun it either.
So, you used your dad as revenge?
I never meant for Hugo to die.
That was just...
And now I'm never gonna get a chance to ask him.
Ask him what?
Why.
Just curious. You don't have to tell me if you don't want to.
What? No.
That's what I was gonna ask him. Why... why he left.
Sorry. Yeah.
And, hey, look, if we're being honest with each other,
there is something that I need to tell you.
You smell that? Someone's smoking?
- Shit. - Hey!
Dom!
I'm worried we might have been exposed to some kind of fraud.
Fraud?
Here?
Take a look at this.
Jane Alloway.
What about it?
She's dead.
She had an account with us,
but it was closed last year
when she died.
But now it's open again,
just like the one I found before.
Well, you sure it's the same person?
What? No.
It's... No, it's not the same person.
It... it can't be because she's dead.
No, no, what I meant was,
I mean, you can have two clients with the same name,
and through some glitch or human error,
dead Jane's documents got attached to this Jane's file.
That happens?
More often than you think.
With all these meetings about fraud we've been having,
I've started to see it everywhere.
You know,
I could take a look into that account.
Thanks, Dom.
You bet.
Sergeant Geraldine Walters speaking.
I have a confession to make.
Who is this?
Hello?
I know who murdered Hugo Drivas.
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