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Pilot: part 1

[y/n narrating]: We're the Pogues, and our mission this summer is to have a good time, all the time.

Pope: That's what, a three-story fall to the deck? I give you about a one-in-three chance of survival.
Me: Hm.
John b: Should I do it?
Jj: Yeah, jump. I'll shoot you on the way down.
John b: You'll shoot me?
Jj: Yep. Pow!
Kie: They're gonna have Japanese toilets with towel warmers.
Me: Of course. Why wouldn't they?
Kie: This used to be a turtle habitat, but who cares about the turtles, I guess?
Jj: I can't have cold towels.
Me: Can you please not kill yourself?
Jj: Don't spill that beer. I'm not giving you another one.
(John b wobbles and spills the beer)
John b: Whoa! Oh, shit.
Jj: Of course you did. Smooth.
Pope: A-plus.
Me and kie: Dumbass.

Pope: Hey! Hey, uh, security's here.
Me: Let's wrap it up.
John b: Boys are early today.
Jj: Humpty Dumpty, let's roll. Gary, is that you?
Me: Get down.
Jj: It's me.Gary, good to see you, man!
Pope: Is it really the time for this?
John b: You're asking for it.
Gary: JJ! Hey, stop! Get 'em!
John b: They're comin' your way yn!
Gary: Hey! Stop!
guard: I got him!

(The guard said wrapping his arms onto jjs waist, jj then pushed him off and ran)

JJ: Not much of a hugger man!
guard: They're going out front!
JJ: Go, Pope!
Me and kie: Go! Go, go, go, go, go, go!
(Pope falls over while we're all running)
JJ: Get up, Pope, fatso's coming.
guard: Hey! Come here, you little pricks!
(We all hop into the twinkie)
John b: Bus is leaving!
Me: Come on, boys! Whoo!
Gary: Hey, hey! Hey! Hey!
Jj: Check out Gary, gunnin' for a raise. Come on, Gary!
Gary: Wait. Slow down. Hey! You little pricks!
Jj: Hey! You're gonna give him a heart attack. You're so close! You can do it. (jj has a beer in his hand ready to chuck) There you go. They don't pay you enough, bro.
Me: JJ, stop. Stop.
Jj: Oh, come on.
Me: That sort of initiative is just begging to be punished.

[Y/n narrating]: 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. This is Figure Eight, the rich side of the island, home of the Kooks. So, guess where we don't live, 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. 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.

JJ: Nice haul, dude. Look at that.
Kie: Ugh, John B.
JJ: Been all bait for, like, three weeks.
Kie: Gross.

(The fish thuds onto the boat floor)

[Y/n narrating again]: That's JJ, mine and John b's 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.

Pope: Hey!
Kie: Hey.
Random girl: Is this guy in prison?
Random girl: How has that not happened?
Random dude: Come on.
Kie: Get off me

(She says to john b as he hugs her quickly)

Kie: Don't even get me started on microplastic. Have you even heard about that island? That little island of just...