Previously on Population 11...
- Hugo? - Where am I?
Do you recognise this man?
Yes. Andy.
Where the hell have you been?
I was not, in fact, in space.
I was in Darwin.
Where is the money?!
You do not understand the serious shit that we are in.
I'm talking about the quarter of a million dollars
that was in your bank account.
I don't have that kind of money.
Police officers are standing around what seems to be a body.
- It's Gareth. - What's that?
Just got a text from my friend Dom.
- That's nice. - Yeah.
Except he's dead.
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G'day, folks. Welcome to the crocodile park.
We're gonna go and feed the most highly territorial
and aggressive of all the crocodile species today,
the saltwater crocodile.
So just a heads-up, kids,
don't put your fingers through the wire
or you might not be taking them home with you, OK?
Throw some chicken out.
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Nah, no way.
No cash, no tranqs.
I just told you, you get your cash
after the goods have been tested for purity.
And how long's that gonna take?
I don't know. I don't make the rules.
You're the one who fucked up.
You think they wouldn't notice that last batch was watered down?
Alright, I want half now or no deal.
Fucking hell.
I've got my orders, mate.
Now give me the stuff.
Don't make me bury you out here.
This ground's too hard.
I've been driving all night. I'm too fucking tired...
What the hell are you doing, man?
Fuckin' hell. Is he alright?
He's alright, eh?
You fucking killed him.
- You fucking killed him. - Yeah, saving your life.
Yeah, but what the fuck are we gonna do now?
- He might be alright. - No. No, he's not.
- He's fuckin' dead. - Check his pulse again.
- What the fuck are we gonna do? - He's a big lad.
- That wouldn't have fuckin' killed him. - What the fuck are we gonna do?!
Gettin' close now.
God, he wasn't wrong.
The ground is hard here.
Fuck it, I reckon that'll do, eh?
You grab his hands.
I'll get his legs.
- OK. - One, two, three.
Jeez, he's a big boy, eh?
Bloody heavy.
Two, three.
- That's good. - Shit.
It's not long enough.
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Well, here, no, let's just try and cram his legs in here.
Grab a leg.
Tuck that one in under.
- No, under! - I'm fucking trying, Leon.
Oh. Hey, he looks like a bloody frog.
Move away.
Get out of the way.
Ah. That'll do it.
Kick that in there.
Come on, chop-chop.
Let's go.
Where'd you bury the body?
- Just where it happened. - Near the highway?
Yeah. We were running out of time.
No, we had no time. We had no time.
What about the truck?
Dumped it.
Hundred miles away.
- Yeah? - Yeah.
Then you go dig up the body and you bury it a hundred miles away.
- Fuck, yeah, sorry. - Yeah, no problem. We... We... Yeah.
- Fucking morons! - Yeah.
- Alright, where's my cut?
Yep, yep, yep, yep, yep.
Why are you telling me all this?
You said tell you everything.
Yeah, not the bits I was there for, numbnuts.
- I don't have Alzheimer's. - No.
What happened next?
OK, well...
Well, we went back out. Like you told us to.
Shit!
Bruh.
What, is there something there?
No.
- You see lights or... - No, no, no.
No.
Bloody animals have been at this.
Oi!
Would you cut that shit out and come and help me?
What's up your arse?
This was supposed to be a quick money maker.
Now we're moving a body and paying off a cop.
You know what you need?
Did you hear that?
Are you getting smashed by mozzies? Fuck!
- Oh, he's still breathing. - Oh, OK.
So it's OK for you to smack someone over the head,
but if Leon does it...
Yeah, 'cause I didn't brain the guy, did I?
Oh, it's that Yankee cunt.
Hugo's son.
- Wait, that's Hugo's son? - So he reckons, anyway.
- Should we kill him? - What?!
- No! - OK.
- No. - Alright.
- We're gonna leave him here. - Alright.
Then get rid of the truckie, and I gotta get back to work.
'Cause I already missed a day and I don't want to get fired.
OK, Jesus, chill out, mate!
Chill out!
It's easy, alright?
We'll just... we'll load up the truckie...
Gareth, we'll load up the truckie,
I'll drop you back into town,
and then I'll dump the body and you can go to work.
Easy-peasy, mate.
What happened next?
I saw Hugo's ute.
Out past where he does the UFO tours.
It was just sitting there.
It was perfect.
It was like the universe had aligned
to bring me this opportunity.
Hugo was missing anyway.
I deadset thought he was gone for good.
This way...
make 'em think it was him.
Yeah? Throw 'em off the scent. Muddy the waters.
Fuckin' genius.
Genius, you reckon?
It was them, wasn't it?
- Who? - "Who?"
The people we've been selling the tranqs to.
- They killed Gareth, didn't they? - Don't know that for sure.
Oh, who the fuck else is it gonna be?
You better fuckin' protect me from them.
Yes.
That's the whole reason we fucking cut you in on this,
so that you can look out for us, and now Gareth's dead!
"The whole reason". Ha-ha.
You wanna be grateful
that it was me who caught you
and not some other copper, alright?
Otherwise you'd be in jail right now.
You still can be you don't play your cards right.
No fuckin' chance I'm going back to jail.
They nab me, yeah? They nab me, I'll bring you down with me.
So you better keep your fuckin' end of the bargain up.
OK?
Who else knows?
No-one.
Your girlfriend, the pie lady, Amy?
- Audrey. - Audrey.
Her name's fuckin' Audrey. No. She knows nothin'.
What about that Cassie?
Seemed to know a lot about you at trivia the other night.
She been here?
I mean, well, she was at the party.
That fucking party!
I want fuckin' witness protection, yeah?
Somewhere good too. Gold Coast, please.
And I want a fucking Xbox, I want PlayStation,
and you need to set me up an Uber Eats account.
It's not like I'm gonna be able to go out.
Might be able to duck out for an early morning swim
- when it's super dark. - Shut up.
- Just shut up. - Alright.
You stay here...
until I can come up with a plan.
Do you think you can manage to not fuck that up?
Fuck this. Fuckin' joke.
Anyway, the police think it was a drug deal gone wrong.
Are you even listening to me?
Uh, yeah. Gareth's body.
I don't know. What do the police think?
I just told you.
That night at Trevor and Maureen's when you left...
did you go to Gareth's?
I told you, I, uh...
I got drunk and I... I wandered off.
- Yeah, but Trevor said... - Look, Cassie, can I just...
focus on getting out of here, OK?
I'm done.
So...
What, the police gave your car back?
Yeah. Finally.
What about you and your dad?
Oh! Oh, I didn't tell you?
Yeah, no, we hit it off.
We've got a 7am tee-off tomorrow,
and then I think we're gonna spend the afternoon fishing.
OK. But the money...
He doesn't have the money, he doesn't know who took the money
and he's still a selfish asshole,
so this entire trip has been a complete disaster.
Except that you met me.
Yeah.
Wait, am I part of the disaster?
Look, uh...
Dom is dead.
Which means I'm... I'm probably next.
- So... - Only if you go back.
So wouldn't it be safer to stay?
You have an Australian passport, right?
Yeah, but I... I don't even know where...
Oh, you mean stay here
in Bidgeegud?
N... no.
No, absolutely not.
Good kid.
Too young.
I always find it a tremendous tragedy
when someone that good-looking dies.
Just like your Bobby John.
It's a good thing I'm not dead, though, eh?
Look, darl...
- I'm sorry for worrying you. - And, what,
things gonna be great now?
Oh, look, now, love, listen.
Don't touch me.
Like water off a duck's back with you, isn't it?
- What is? - This. Us.
This whole relationship.
- I love ya, Val. You know that. - Love?
You call that love?
Disappearing, letting me go through hell?
And now you're back and everything's fine!
It wasn't fine before you left.
Alright, look, now, listen, whatever I gotta do...
I thought you were dead!
Yeah, but I'm not, am I?
So...
If you want to know the truth,
you're the only one I was gonna confide in.
It's a big step for me.
But you didn't.
Did you?
You don't get it and you never will.
And I'm a first-class idiot for ever thinking that you would.
You sticking round now your dad's back?
Uh, no.
No, I'm... I'm actually leaving first thing.
While I've got you,
I should probably... settle up.
Heading home, eh?
I'm not sure.
Taking Hugo with you when you go?
He belongs here,
don't you think?
Where do any of us belong?
It's a big question, isn't it?
Yeah, well...
That should cover it.
Close enough.
What happened to your arm?
Eczema.
Oh, could you sign that before you go?
Listen, Val, if I don't see you,
uh, you know, thanks for the...
hospitality.
You're welcome.
Hoo-roo!
It means 'goodbye'.
Hoo-roo.
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Just a minute!
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Hey, Noel.
Can you not read?
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I feel like that's...
I wanna say 'racist'.
Yeah?
OK.
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Now it's just a tribute.
This gonna take long?
Uh, no, I... I-I just...
I just wanted to apologise
for, um, for all the trouble I've... I've caused you.
The wild accusations,
and, yes, I was almost devoured by...
Jeff.
But I had no right to trespass like that.
I also
wanted to return this mini-Hugo.
I know you like to keep up to date on things,
and now that Hugo's back...
Are you leaving now?
Well, there's nothing for me here.
- You found your dad, didn't you? - Yeah.
Yeah, but, uh...
He's a prick and not worth hanging around for.
Anyway, I should, um...
I should get going.
Stupid idea!
- Hey. - Tell me,
what is Sandpiper Pearls?
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26.
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35, 36.
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Val!
She was just here.
What are we looking for?
Here's another invoice with me name on it.
Looks like she's been practising your signature.
Here's me chequebook.
Nice pearls.
Val.
It was his money.
Oh, fuck!
You used the money to buy opals? Necklaces?
I don't need jewellery. I need cash.
They're real South Sea pearls.
If you sell them, you'll make a profit.
Yeah. Yeah, maybe I'll open a store.
How did you figure it out?
When I was being interviewed at the police station,
Geraldine mentioned a company.
What do you know about a company called Sandpiper Pearls?
What?
Didn't mean anything to me at the time,
but then I saw a letter with that name on it
addressed to Hugo.
Sandpiper Pearls
is the wholesaler that I bought those earrings
for you that time for your birthday.
Did you give them a call, did you?
Cassie found a pearl out here the first time we came.
I should have figured it out sooner.
It wasn't Charmaine who dropped it.
It was you.
You came all the way out here because I dropped a pearl?
That and the marks on your arm.
It's not eczema.
Those are termite bites.
I know because they bit me too.
I imagine Noel knows about this too.
How else would you be receiving mail addressed to Hugo?
Maybe you're all in on it.
I only wrote cheques to everyone you owed money to.
You forged my signature.
- So they did know! - You have everything now!
I don't even know how you managed
to transfer the money across.
I didn't give you my bank log-in details.
Didn't have to.
I rang the bank and pretended I was you.
Is there anyone in this town
who hasn't stolen my identity?
I wasn't gonna take anything.
I just wanted to see if you were lying to me.
Lying?
About what?
Not being able to pay your bar tab.
The countless thousands I've lent you over the years.
You owed everyone in the town money.
And the bank guy says to me,
"Oh, there's another account here,
"would you like me to link them?"
I say, "Sure! Why not?"
Never expecting it to have hundreds of thousands of dollars in it.
I never knew it existed.
How was I supposed to know that?
All the secrets you've kept over the years,
including the fact you had a son.
Just wanted to scare you at first.
Make you come back from wherever you'd gone.
Then when we thought you got killed
I panicked.
And you used Hugo's chequebook
to buy old-fashioned portable wealth.
What were you gonna do?
Were you gonna skip the country wearing it all?
You're not gonna tell anyone, are you?
Please.
You've got it all now. You can get your money back.
People died.
My friend died.
Tomorrow morning, I'm gone.
Auds, what are you doing?
Audrey.
Oh, what the fuck?!
What the fuck are you doing here?
You lied to me.
Cassie was here, wasn't she?
Well, yeah, what the fuck?
- I told she was, at the party. - No.
Not the party.
No, see,
I went and had a little chat this arvo to your friend.
Pie lady.
Audrey.
And she told me she found Cassie here
doing some sort of podcast interview with you.
Oh, OK.
Yeah. OK, yeah, there was the podcast.
- So maybe she saw something. - No, no.
- Which means... - I made sure.
there's a good chance
- that Andy knows something as well. - Fuck, slow down.
Listen. Just listen.
I never said nothin' about you, OK?
And nothin' about any of it, I swear.
This can't come back to me, Leon.
It can't.
Fuck!
Oh, this is why people hate cops.
OK.
Here we are.
Up we go.
Alright.
Come on.
OK.
That'll do.
Fuckin' hell.
No! No! No!
No, please, no!
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