Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- [Topper] She wouldn't do that. - Well, she thinks she's a Pogue now.
- John B! - Go under there. Under there.
[Kie] Are you sure you want to do this?
♪ When the lights are low ♪
out near 158. Y'all wouldn't happen to be involved in that, would you?
Holding me down.
because John B is gonna be off the island.
Yeah, this has been a long time coming.
I just wanted him to know
[JJ scoffs]
But now I do.
The priest that talked to Denmark Tanny, that was on the Royal Merchant.
I'm not an idiot. There she is. How are you?
[Pope] Hi, Mr. and Mrs. Carrera.
- Do you know what Topper did to John B? - No, but I know what your boy here did.
[car engine starts]
So...
Okay, that's a lot to process. Your dad actually helping us.
and on that night, you'll be a part of history.
but he can't do that if he's arrested.
and another 20K in your pocket.
I don't get it. I mean, look.
- We've been in the car for five minutes. - [JJ] He's getting in.
- You just want a ride. - Just want a ride in that cargo hold.
You're absolutely right.
Everybody's waiting.
- [Sarah sighs] - [sighs] All right. So, come on, Sarah.
One side for the Pogues.
- Topper's pressing charges. - [JJ] Hold up.
[Sofia] Hey.
[tense music plays]
It's something about the dude's face, you know?
[tires screeching]
- Hey, you're the man, Rafe. - Hey.
- JJ? What are-- I told you-- - Hi, officer.
It's which side your heart's on.
- Shit. - Come on. Scoot!
[Barry] It's either you or your pops, Rafe.
I'm saying, just wait a day.
♪ And we'll agree ♪
That is correct.
because we are starting a brand-new life.
[Sarah] I thought it was obvious.
[knocking on door]
Say hello to our new river guide, John.
you know how this works, right?
[crowd talking indistinctly]
See?
Yeah.
- I got this! - JJ.
[tense music building]
As did many others.
[Sarah] Outer Banks. Paradise on Earth.
This is the sun,
Parley in, um... in private,
[engine stops]
One island.
That's what we're doing. Okay?
- It's 'cause she's with John B. - [Topper] Listen, Rafe.
- Till death do us part? - Till death do us part.
No place to stay.