you're on your own, kid... obx

004. kegger

The pogues are at the docks along with a bunch of other people, the cops rolling a body on a gurney.

"Who's that?" John B asks a girl sitting next to him.

"It's Scooter Grubbs." She informs. "He was out during the storm. Check out this pic I got." She shows them a picture of the body up close. Erin grimaces, immediately looking away, not very interested in seeing it. "Dead body." The girl says.

"What kind of boat did he have?" JJ asks.

"Somehow that dirtbag copped a brand new Grady-White." JJ and Zack immediately glance at each other. "Everyone's out looking for it." The girl states. 

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Zack and Kie are sitting on the couch on the porch while John B leans against the railing and JJ is sitting in a chair and Erin is in the chair next to him. Pope rushes in, letting the screen door slam shut behind him.

"Okay. So, um... we didn't see anything. We don't know anything. We need to have total and complete amnesia." Pope states as he sits between Kie and Zack.

"Actually, Pope's right for once. See, I agree with you sometimes." JJ says as he gets up. "Deny, deny, deny."

"Guys, we can't keep that money." Kie argues.

"Not all of us can afford unlimited data plans, Kiara." JJ quips.

"We have to pass that off to Lana Grubbs." Kie states. "Otherwise, it's bad karma."

"I'm pretty sure you're the only one who really fully believes in karma, Kie." Zack comments.

"I'm 50/50." Erin shrugs.

"So not fully. My point exactly." Zack says.

"Bad karma to be implicated in a felony too." Pope cuts in. "We gotta go dark."

"If that means we get to keep the money, then I agree." JJ says.

"I don't agree." John B argues.

"What? Why?" JJ asks.

"Just think about it. This is Scooter Grubbs we're talking about, right? Same dude that's buying individual cigarettes at the Porthole. Shit, one time I saw this dude begging for change in the Save-A-Lot parking lot because he needed gas. We're talking about a dirtbag marina rat who's never had more than 40 bucks in his pocket, and all of a sudden he's got a Grady-White? Just sayin'."

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They're on the dock, JJ and Pope fishing as they try to convince the brainiac to agree with them.

"All right, so think about it, Pope. How does a marina rat get a Grady-White?" John B asks.

"Prostitution." Pope states.

"Square groupers, bro. Okay, flying under the radar, no area surveillance. They don't do that stuff during a hurricane." John B says. "What does that mean? JJ?" He turns to the blonde.

"They were straight smugglin'." JJ states.

"Smugglin'." John B repeats. "And I guarantee there's a serious amount of contraband in that wreck."

"Hell yeah." JJ mutters as his fishing pole get a tug. "Fish on!"

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They're all in John B's room, still trying to talk Pope into the idea.

"For the record, if that is a smuggling ship with illegal contraband on the inside of it... it probably belongs to someone else." Pope states.

"Minor details." Kie comments.