Outer Banks

We're the Pogues, and our mission this summer

is to have a good time, all the time.

That's what, a three-story fall to the deck?

I give you about a one-in-three chance of survival.

Hm.

- Should I do it? - Yeah, jump.

- I'll shoot you on the way down. - You'll shoot me?

- Yep. - Pow!

They're gonna have Japanese toilets with towel warmers.

- Of course. Why wouldn't they? - This used to be a turtle habitat,

but who cares about the turtles, I guess?

- I can't have cold towels. - Can you please not kill yourself?

Don't spill that beer. I'm not giving you another one.

Whoa! Oh, shit.

- Of course you did. - Smooth.

A-plus.

Dumbass.

- Hey! - Hey, uh, security's here.

- Let's wrap it up. - Boys are early today.

Humpty Dumpty, let's roll.

- Yeah. - Let's go, boys.

Gary, is that you?

- Get down. - It's me.

- Gary, good to see you, man! - Is it time?

- You're asking for it. - JJ!

Get 'em! They're comin' your way!

Hey! Stop!

- I got him! - Not much of a hugger!

They're going out front!

Go, Pope! Go! Go, go, go, go, go, go!

- Get up, Pope, fatso's coming. - Hey!

Come here, you little pricks!

Bus is leaving!

Come on, boys! Whoo!

Hey, hey! Hey! Hey!

- Check out Gary, gunnin' for a raise. - Come on, Gary!

- Wait. Slow down. - Hey! You little pricks!

- Hey! - You're gonna give him a heart attack.

You're so close! You can do it. There you go.

- They don't pay you enough, bro. - JJ, stop. Stop.

Oh, come on. That sort of initiative is just begging to be punished.

The Outer Banks, Paradise on Earth.

It's the sort of place where you either have two jobs

or two houses.

Two tribes, one island.

All right. This is Figure Eight, the rich side of the island.

Home of the Kooks. So, guess where we don't live.

Whoo!

And then, this is the south side or the cut.

Home of the working class who make a living busing tables,

washing yachts, running charters.

The natural habitat of... drumroll, please...

...the Pogues.

That's us.

Pogues, pogies, the throwaway fish.

Lowest member of the food chain. Okay. So, the downside of Pogue life

is we're ignored and neglected.

But the upside of Pogue life? We're ignored and neglected,

which means we do whatever we want, whenever we want.

- Nice haul, dude. Look at that. - Ugh, John B.

Been all bait for, like, three weeks.

Gross.

That's JJ, my best friend since the third grade.

He's about as local as they come.

Latest in a long line of fishing, drinking,

smuggling, vendetta-holding salt-lifers who made their living off the water.

Best surfer I know. Just don't tell him I said that.

Mild kleptomaniac and a future tax cheat.

- Do we have a name? - Hey!

- Hey. - Is this guy in prison?

- How has that not happened? - Come on.

Get off me. Don't even get me started on microplastic.

Have you even heard about that island? That little island of just...

And that's Kiara, or Kie, as we call her.

- Oh, everything... - When not saving turtles

or listening to Marley, or getting a dolphin tattoo, she hangs out with us.

I'm not really sure why, though.

So, she's a rich kid, actually.

- Foot in both worlds. - Stop, guys! My dad is gonna kill me.

Her family owns The Wreck, this Outer Banks institution.

Total cash cow with the tourists.

You know, I'm not really sure how her parents feel about us.

We all have a thing for her.

Get out.

And that's Pope, the brains of the operation...

finalist for the Lucas T. Vanderhorst Merit Scholarship.

- And the smartest person I know. - Stop touching that.

- I want to be a coroner. - What?

Little bit of a weirdo.

His father's this legendary character, Heyward.

Anything you wanted on the island, Heyward could get for you.

- Yeah. - Appreciate it.

Now, I'm not sure Heyward knew what to make of his oddball son,

but it didn't matter. He was a Pogue, just like the rest of us.

So, that's my crew.

Hey, Mr. Sanchez! Good to see ya.

And that's me, John Booker Routledge.

Dude! Come on, man. Get outta here.

And this is where I live.

- Morning, Kie. - Morning.

An old fish shack on the marsh. The Château, as my dad used to call it.

There's Dad.

He disappeared at sea nine months ago, looking for a shipwreck.

Who disappears at sea these days?

I miss him.

And then there's Mom. She split when I was three.

Last I heard, she was in Colorado. I think it was Colorado.

Uncle T!

That's Uncle T.

Since Dad's vanished, he's supposedly my legal guardian.

At the moment, he's in Mississippi, building houses...

- Hey. - Oy.

...which means it's just me right now, on my own, hangin' out with my friends.

Three months after my dad was missing, he was officially presumed dead.

I refused to sign the papers.

Until I see a body, I'm not giving up.

John, it's come to our attention

that you are an unemancipated minor living on your own.

No... No.

No.

I need honesty to help you.

- That's what we want, right? - Yeah.

I'm being honest.

Okay, then when is the last time you spoke to your uncle?

Uh... 34 minutes ago.

When's the last time you saw him?

Two hours and... 43 minutes ago?

John, we're gonna come out there tomorrow to talk to your uncle.

If he's not there, we're gonna move forward with foster care.

I want to assure you, we're gonna find you a safe and loving home.

They actually thought I was gonna be happy to hear that.

Jefferson!

And that's where this story starts.

My dad missing, my uncle MIA,

and the Bride of Frankenstein threatening foster care.

Mrs. Jefferson was the Swamp Thing.

- But I caught a break. - Hurricane Agatha continues

its steady march towards Kildare Island

- on the Outer Banks of North Carolina... - Holy shit.

Hurricane Agatha, coming in the same day

DCS was supposed to do my assessment.

Hey, Howie.

I need some sandbags over here!

We gotta board this up!

DCS, can I help you?

Yeah, uh... I think we're probably gonna have to reschedule.

- It's a double overhead out there, bro. - Double overhead?

Those aren't surfable waves, bro.

Says who?

Whoo!

Oh, shit!

What the hell?

No service?

No power. Great.

Yo, JJ, you been outside?

I have polio, bro. I can't walk.

Oh, man.

That's no good.

That is not good.

Oh, man.

- Agatha did some work, huh? - Yeah, she did.

What you thinkin'?

I'm thinkin' that storm surge pushed all the crabs out on the marsh maze.

All those drum are gonna chase the crab.

What about the DCS? Wasn't that today?

Nah, they're not gettin' on a ferry.

Come on, think about it.

It's God tellin' us to fish.

- Yeah. - It's kind of a smuggler's boat.

Uh... Good mornin'!

Sure hope Guffy's boat didn't sink.

- He doesn't have insurance. - Yeah.

Hi, Miss Amy! You guys get through it?

Still here.

- She totally looked at me. - I saw it.

Dude, look at this place.

- Agatha, what did you do? - She is a crazy lady.

- Hard-core. - Phew.

- Hurricane surge. - Yeah.

- We'll be cleaning this all summer. - That is my nightmare.

Well, look who we have here.

We have a safety meeting. Attendance mandatory.

I can't. My pop's got me on lockdown.

Come on, man.

Your dad's a pussy. Over.

Oh, I heard that, you little bastard.

- We need your son. - Yeah, and island rules.

Day after a hurricane's a free day.

- Who made that up? - Uh...

Pentagon, I think. We have security clearance.

- I have a card. - Think I'm stupid?

- I'll do it tomorrow. I promise. Tomorrow. - You think... No, no.

Hell no. You doin' it right now.

- Get in the boat. - Make a run for it.

- Boy, if you get in that boat... - How does that feel?

- Go, go, go. - Bring your ass back up here.

- I promise I'll do it tomorrow, Dad. - Whoo!

You gonna clean shrimp,

- clean fish. - Love you, Pops.

- You'll clean your dirty-ass room! - We'll bring him back in one piece.