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[suspenseful music playing]

- Uh. - [Sarah whimpering]

I need you to push down, okay?

Look, this is gonna hurt, but I need you to push down.

- [gasps] - I'm sorry.

I know it hurts. We've gotta stop the bleeding.

Push down. Push down. Look, we gotta take this shirt off.

I'm gonna push down. You take the shirt off. Okay, here you go.

Okay. Okay, lean back. Lean back.

Just stay as still as possible.

I'm gonna call Terrance.

[line ringing]

- [Terrance] Did you get the gold? - Hey, look, we got it.

- [Terrance] All right! - [Cleo] You did it!

We got it, but listen, we have bigger problems.

- Sarah's been shot. - [Terrance] What?

Yes, she's been shot in the gut. I need your help.

We're up in the cane field, a mile up on the left.

- [Terrance] Where you at? - I'm not sure.

I'll drop a pin. I don't know how to get here. Hurry.

- [Terrance] On our way. We'll find you. - Okay.

[Sarah panting]

Help is on the way, okay? Just stay with me.

[dramatic music playing]

[Cleo] Shit.

Sarah!

I just texted you the address of a doctor! Tell him I sent you!

Okay, and it's a hospital, right?

No. You wanna get caught?

I really don't give a shit, T. She needs help.

He's better than any of the doctors in that shitcan. He's my guy. He got ya.

Sarah, look, you gon' be okay. Okay, baby? Just breathe, relax. Everything's good.

We're gonna meet at the wharf in eight hours.

No more. It is hot as hell out there.

My guy's good. He's gonna take care of you.

- And this is him, right? - That's him. He got you. He's a good guy.

- T? Thank you. - [Terrance] We good, baby.

- Come on. I got you! - Hey, hey. You're gonna need some money.

John B, take care of my girl. Sarah! You're a fighter, girl! Hold on! Hold on!

Go! Go! Go! Go!

[suspenseful music playing]

What if they... what if they take the gold?

Look, screw the gold, okay?

I'll take care of you. We'll get you to the doctor.

[man] Whoa, man! Hey! Watch out!

[continues shouting indistinctly]

[GPS voice] Your destination is in four miles.

Hey, it's okay. It's okay. It's okay.

- I'm just gonna follow this GPS, okay? - [whimpering]

[John B] Just hang on. Everything's gonna be fine.

[GPS voice] Turn left on State Road...

[John B] Shit.

- [horn honking] - [tires squealing]

Shit! I need the directions.

- [Sarah groaning] - [GPS voice] Left at the fork.

Sarah, it's okay. It's okay.

- [Sarah] John B, car! - Shit!

[horn honking]

[crying]

[tires squealing]

[John B panting]

[GPS voice] Your destination is in 2.3 miles.

[door opens]

- Mr. Sunn, can I borrow Pope for a minute? - [Mr. Sunn] We're in the middle of a test.

[man] I'm from the Vanderhorst Foundation.

Mr. Heyward, it's for you.

[man] Thank you. Good to see you, Pope.

First, I want you to know how sorry I am about how the scholarship went down.

It's okay. I kinda figured I lost it after I walked out of the interview.

Nevertheless, some of us were very impressed by your story

and wanted to learn more about this Royal Merchant.

Unfortunately, the skeptics were in the majority.

But listen, one of the benefactors heard about it

and asked me to pass something along.

Now I can't guarantee anything about a scholarship, but

if you can get in the good graces of the family, who knows?

They're very powerful.

Good luck.

Okay, what was that?

- Is that the wheat symbol? - [Pope] Yeah.

What the f...

fu... fu... fudge?

Hold on, Sarah. I'm coming. I'm coming.

- Here we go. I got you. - [Sarah gasps]

Okay. Ready? Let's go.

- [groans] - I got you. I got you. I got you.

- You guys know where the doctor is? - In there.

- Thank you. - Okay.

[groaning]

[buzzing]

- Come on! - [doctor] What do you want?

- I'm looking for Dr. Nygard. - [doctor] Dr. Nygard's not here.

Okay, well, do you know where I can find him?

- [doctor] Who are you? - I'm a friend of Terrance's.

- Okay, look, somebody's been shot. - [doctor] Aw, hell.

There's a camera above to your left. Look at it and let me see your faces.

All right, go through the bar. There's some stairs on the right.

Okay. Thank you. Thank you. Let's go.

[wincing]

[both grunting]

- Thank you. - [man] You guys gotta squeeze in. Okay.

- Let's take another one. Smile this time. - [John B] Doc!

- [doctor] Bring her in here! - Doc, where are you?

[doctor] Here! Right here!

- Hey! Hey! - Yeah. Come on. Oh!

- It's not her head, is it? - No, it's not her head. Come on.

I don't do heads.

- You're good. You got two more. Two more. - [Sarah groaning]

Whoa. Whoa.

Ah.

- [John B] I gotcha. - Go to the left over there.

[John B] Come on. Almost there.

[doctor] Ah, looks like they got you pretty good, didn't they?

- Where do you want me to put her, Doc? - Take her straight down the hallway here.

Damn! She's in worse shape than I am.

Put her up there on that table, right there.

I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.

[doctor] It's all right. Hang on a second here.

[Sarah whimpering]

Stay with me. Stay with me.

Tell me what to do, Doc.

Let's have a look at this thing.

So what have we got here?

Ah. Oh boy.

She's... she's gonna be okay, right?

That remains to be seen.

[dramatic music playing]

Do you know how much money we got in the back of this truck?

[laughing maniacally]

You're tweakin', boss.

You gotta put it outta your mind. Coppers can sense your transmissions.

You just don't understand, man. I never had this kinda load in my life!

Neither have I.

And one of us is already shot, so slow down.

Hey. There's Stubby.

Stubby, we rich, man!

Oh, shit. Cops.

[boat horn blaring]

Get the tarp. The tarp.

Guys! Hurry!

[siren chirps]

[indistinct chattering on radio]

Hi, guys. [laughs nervously]

Have a good day.

[doctor] Put some pressure on that wound, here.

Yes, sir. [splutters] What kinda doctor are you?

I'm not a doctor.

Not in the eyes of the law, anyway. I'm more like a service provider.

What... what does that mean?

Tell you what, if you find a cure for arthritis in med school,

the higher-ups don't like it very much.

You know, the powers that be don't give a damn about curing anything.

All they care about is the green stuff, the money, the bottom line.

- Follow me? - Yeah, totally.

Is there anything else I should be doing? I don't know anything about this.

Just be quiet a bit. Take that off and let me study it a minute.

She's bleedin' a little on the outside, and she's bleedin' a lot on the inside.

What does that mean?

It means I can go in.

You're... you're gonna sanitize that, right?

- Good call, kid. - [John B] Just tryin' to help.

Now when I do go in, she's gonna lose a lot of blood.

- [John B] Okay. - And it may kill her.

- No. No. - [doctor] Or it may not kill her.

Point is I can't be held liable for this either way.

- You're not liable, all right? - Yeah. There's one more thing.

Job like this costs 4K.

[monitor beeping]

[sniffling]

This is all I've got.

You're shittin' me.

Hold that back.

[John B] Doc.

Save her. Please.

[school bell rings]

- [JJ] Is this a game of tag? - I don't know.

Am I gonna have to beat you with your protractor? What's going on?

[whispering] Seriously, Pope, you are driving me insane.

Okay, so that guy was from the scholarship committee.

Take a look at this.

Read it.

[Kie] Out loud.

[whispering] I can't read cursive.

"Dear Mr. Heyward, I am reaching out

because I have material evidence that can exonerate John B. Routledge."

"It is of vital importance that you come and meet with me in person

at my offices at 27 King Street, Charleston at 8:00 p.m. sharp tonight."

"Please come alone."

"Regards, C. Limbrey."

- What the... - Charleston?

It's like an eight-hour drive plus the ferry.

- How will we get there tonight? - [JJ] We'd have to leave right now.

I have a free period.

"Material evidence"? What does that even mean, "material evidence"?

It means he can clear John B.

Oh, shit, then we're going to Charleston.

[Kie sighs] I gotta tell my mom.

Look, if we get it this time, we are not giving it to Shoupe.

[JJ] Yeah. No duh.

- [sighs] - What?

I'm not sure, but I think whoever this Limbrey person is,

they might be related to the captain of the Royal Merchant.

[monitor beeping]

[doctor] That was no garden-variety extraction,

I can tell you that.

Okay, give me the scissors.

And then get me that salty dog, if you would, please.

Perfecto.

- So what happens now? - [doctor] We wait.

And we hope she wakes up.

Time for a refill.

We're good though, right?

[doctor] Only time will tell.

[Terrance grunts]

Hey. Go dump the truck.

- Yes, please. - [Terrance] Go, chop-chop!

- How long did I say we'd wait? - Eight hours.

Sure I ain't say minutes?

We said we'd wait, so we wait.

[monitor beeping]

[monitor buzzes]

[monitor fizzling]

[suspenseful music playing]

Hey, Doc. Doc! Come here!

- Can you feel it? - I feel it here but not on her wrist.

[doctor sighs]

Oh, shit.

What do you want... what do you want me to do? [sniffles]

She's got too much fluid already.

More's gonna kill her. She should be waking up.

- Hey. - [Sarah weakly] John B.

Hey, Sarah, it's me.

Hang on. I gotta go get something. I'll be right back.

[Sarah weakly] Hey.

- [John B] Sleepyhead. - [doctor] It's not here.

Where is it? Shit!

Shit!

- [Sarah] John B? - Hey. Hey, you're okay. [sniffles]

I can't feel anything.

No, no, no, no, no. You're okay. It's okay. Just listen to me.

God dang! Where is this thing?

[weakly] If I don't make it...

[John B] Don't talk like that. You're gonna be fine.

We'll leave this creepy doctor's office, and everything's gonna be okay.

- I need you to stay with me, okay? - [doctor] Gah!

- [monitor beeping rapidly] - [John B] Doc?

- [doctor] Hold on. I'll be right there! - Doc?

- Doc! Hey! - [monitor flatlining]

- [doctor] Do you know CPR? - No.

That's a sternum. Push on it till I tell you to stop.

- Okay. - And try not to break her ribs.

[grunting]

[exhaling rhythmically]

[ominous music playing]

Okay.

Okay, go again.

[grunting]

Stop.

Stop.

- Stop. Stop. - [softly] Come on. Come on.

[monitor flatlining]

What's wrong?

What's... what's going on?

What are you doing?

What?

[monitor beeps off]

Where are you going? Help. Help me.

[doctor] She's just lost too much blood, kid.

I'll leave you with her.

[somber music playing]

[grunting]

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten.

[whimpers]

[sniffles]

[sniffles]

Come on.

Stay with me.

[sniffles, crying] Hey, come on.

It's okay.

[sniffles] Hey! Please don't die.

[crying] Come on. Come on! Wake up!

Sarah, wake up!

[somber music continues playing]

[crying]

I love you.

[sniffling]

[monitor beeping faintly]

Doc? Doc.

Get in here.

You crazy son of a bitch.

[siren chirping]

[indistinct chattering on radio]

It was her.

That was her, right? That was Sarah.

It was her. Yeah.

[sniffles]

She's alive.

[sighs]

I don't know what the hell you were doing, though,

shooting a gun right at her.

She's lucky you didn't hit her. Can't be shootin' a gun...

I did.

- What? - I hit her.

- You shot Sarah? - I was trying to shoot John B, okay?

It was an accident. She stepped in the way.

- Is she okay? - I did not mean to shoot her.

Okay. Okay. Okay.

I'm sorry.

But I don't care that I did.

[Ward] What did you say?

- Rafe, that is your sister, okay? - [Rafe] My sister?

- Yes, your sister. - The one who stole from us?

The one who had her boyfriend pointing a gun at us, right?

- Get the blinders off. - [Ward] You need to shut your mouth.

She's gonna kill our family, you realize that?

[officer] Sorry for the wait. We got a photo from a tourist.

Can you verify?

[somber music playing]

[sighs]

Is this them?

That's my Sarah.

She was kidnapped, and she was brainwashed by this...

He's a very disturbed individual. He's very, very dangerous,

and you can see she's hurt.

Can you please find them for me?

We got the plates on the truck. We got photos.

We'll get 'em and your stolen property.

We'll get 'em.

[suspenseful music plays]

[Anna] Baby, no, you can't go to Charleston on a school night.

But this is my chance to finally clear John B's name!

Baby...

What does it mean now to clear John B's name?

- He's gone. - [Anna] Mike.

- He's gone. - Michael!

- [Mike] You have to accept it. - Stop it!

Listen to me.

I understand

that what you are going through right now is incredibly difficult.

- Do you? - [Anna] Baby, I do.

All we're trying to say is that we're worried

'cause you're spending all of your time with these boys.

God, Mom. They're not just some boys that I found on the street!

- I know that, Kiara. I'm not saying... - [Kie] They're my best friends!

- [Anna] I know that! - Since kindergarten! My only friends!

I understand that, but you are not a little girl anymore!

- I'm a Pogue, Mom! Sorry! - No.

[Anna] Actually, you're not, Kiara, 'cause you live on Figure Eight!

Don't walk away when I'm talking to you!

I'm still one of them! You're so worried about me being a Pogue

because you got pregnant with a Pogue, and then you had me.

- Kiara. - It was a tragedy!

Kiara! Seriously? This is not fair!

Stop it! Do not walk away when I'm talking to you!

Turn and look at me right now!

I am so sick of this shit!

Every single time that you get in trouble, you try and stir up the pot between us,

and I am not having it anymore!

I'm gonna tell her.

Tell her.

Tell me what?

- [JJ] They're taking it really well. - [Pope] Mm-hmm.

How'd you get this rig? I know your old man didn't let you have it.

I undid the intake valves on the carburetor. Made it start pinging.

And now you're just gonna take it to your cousin Jeff's house.

Just gonna get it fixed.

- Crash overnight. - Crash overnight.

I think I'm rubbing off on you, Pope.

Lying to your old man, stealing his truck.

Kinda sounds familiar.

[upbeat music playing on radio]

All right, that's a sore subject. My bad.

I'd say we have about 18 hours before he absolutely loses his shit.

So as long as we get it back before then, I think we're good.

- Boarding school? What? - It's just an option.

It could broaden your horizons, baby, get you out of OBX.

- I'm not going to boarding school. - [Mike] It would give you structure.

They're not my people.

Look at your life right now! Look at your life!

It's good to see y'all, Mr. and Mrs. Carrera.

Hi, uh, ma'am, sir. I... I promise to have her back at a reasonable hour and safe.

- What are you doing? - [Anna] Kiara, listen to me.

You wanna go, then you can go.

But if you don't come back at the proper time,

then don't come back at all!

She's bluffin'.

Y'all have a good day.

This shit would be so much easier without parents.

[engine starts]

[dramatic music playing]

[sighs]

Will you stop fidgeting? They'll be here. Just wait on 'em.

[Stubbs] Guys! Guys! Guys!

[moans]

Coppers!

They're lookin' all over for us. They got patrols all on State Street.

[sighs] It's ten minutes to six. We gotta get the hell outta here.

- We'll settle up later. - We said we'd wait.

Look, they could be dead. They could've been caught.

Get us outta here, Stubbs. I am not waitin' to get pinched.

Just wait ten more minutes! Call Doc Marsh!

[siren wailing]

Uh-oh.

Cheese on bread.

[Marsh] She just needs to rest for a few minutes. She'll come around.

Come in. Have a seat.

You have to be somewhere?

[groans]

[Marsh and John B speaking indistinctly]

[winces]

[Marsh] Whoa, little lady! You need to go lie down.

- How long did I sleep? - [John B] Not long enough.

- Can we still make it? - No. No. We... It's over. Okay?

- No, it's not. - [John B] Sarah...

- [Sarah] We still have an hour. - You need to rest. You just got shot.

I am fine.

We're going.

[John B] Sarah, you shouldn't be standing.

[Sarah] I'm fine.

Okay. Relax.

- [people speaking indistinctly] - [sirens wailing]

We were just walking by.

- You were taking pictures, right? - Yeah. I was there. Okay.

Shit.

Are you kidding me?

You guys got a little heat on you, don't you?

I've been there, and I've done that.

But I got an idea.

Friend of the devil is a friend of mine.

Thanks, Doc.

- Oh dear. - Let's go.

[John B] Okay. All right.

So how bad's it gonna be when the anesthesia wears off?

Pretty much mind-bending.

All right, Doc, how do I get this baby back to you?

- You're just going to the wharf, right? - Yeah. Berth 39, right?

[Marsh] Perfect. Put the keys under the gas cap, and we're good.

Are you sure we can take this?

Well, you overpaid for the medical, so have a nice trip.

- Thank you. - [John B] Thanks, Doc.

[engine starts]

[Kie] My parents are so paranoid of me being a Pogue,

like it's the worst thing that could ever happen.

Hey, I hear they got good weed at boarding school, though.

I'm not going to boarding school.

They're gonna have to kidnap me, tie me up, and throw me in a van.

Well, I say...

[inhales] ...we just crumble some herb right now.

Hey, Kie, have you tried to hit John B back on that number yet?

- Like, twenty million times. - That's quite a few times. [chuckles]

Some random lady at a hotel keeps answering.

Well, until we hear from them again, we gotta try and clear his name.

- Right now, this letter's our best bet. - Right. Stay on task.

That's why I love ya, Pope. [clears throat]

What Pope are you gonna be today?

I'm good.

I'm gonna try to focus.

Good Pope.

Boring Pope. [sighs]

I'll take that. [chuckles]

Um, do tricks now! Roll over, boy! [laughs]

- [Kie] Sit. [laughs] - [JJ] Sit.

- [Kie] Try to catch a fish. Catch a fish. - [JJ barking]

[Sarah] How much time do we have?

- [John B] Not much. - [sirens wailing]

Shit! Cops. Should I peel?

[Sarah] No. Just play dumb.

[officer] Down. Slow down.

[John B] All right, I got this.

- [officer] Road's closed. - What happened?

Robbery. There was a shootout. Now move along.

Well, is everybody okay?

Move on.

John B.

We lost the gold.

[officers speaking indistinctly]

Shit.

I'm sorry, Sarah.

- Sarah? - [Sarah] Go. Go, go, go!

- Hey! - [John B] Shit!

[officer] Hey, stop the car!

- [tires squealing] - Stop! Stop the car!

[engine revving]

- Go! - I'm going. I'm going. I'm going.

- Hey! - Stop! Stop!

- [officers yelling indistinctly] - [sirens wailing]

[tires squealing]

[panting]

- [tires squealing] - [horn honking]

- Did they follow us? - No, they went the other way.

- [man 1] Take it easy! - [man 2] Look out, jerk!

I almost hit that person!

[woman yells, groans]

- [man 3] Did you see that? - [woman groaning] Raashole.

You just hit a person.

- [woman groaning] - Go help them!

Okay.

- Oh my... - [woman] Shit, man!

Oh my God. Oh my God.

- [woman groaning] - [John B] Cleo?

- Some freaking rescue! - [John B] Cleo, Cleo, Cleo.

- [man 4] Don't move. We'll call somebody. - No. Don't call the cops.

Come on. Come on.

- You ran me over. - I'm so sorry.

- Where'd you get your license? - The great state of North Carolina.

- You didn't see me in the street? - No, I didn't.

Mother...

Hey! How'd you make it through, girl?

Are you okay?

Just a scrape, you know? I went up and over. Been through worse.

- We should get outta here now. - Okay.

[tires squealing]

What happened back there? We went to the Playboy,

and that place was hot! Cops were everywhere!

We were waiting for you guys to show up, and the coppers came.

They came from every direction. I jumped overboard.

- Well, what about Terrance and Stubbs? - [Cleo] I heard gunshots.

What?

I ran. I wanted to shoot it out with them, but it was too many.

- Oh boy! We got company. Okay. - [Cleo] Oh no!

- Drive! - Does it go any faster?

I don't know. The speedometer doesn't work.

- [tires squeal] - [sirens wailing]

Guys, I've read this thing like a thousand times. It makes no sense.

I mean, the Limbreys own, like, half of Charleston.

What do the Kook kings of Charleston know about a murder on Kildare Island?

Why you specifically? That's the other creepy thing.

- You know? - "Please come alone." That's hella sus.

I was thinking the same thing. I think it's because...

- [steam hissing] - Oh, come on.

[Kie] What's that?

Pull over. That's a lot of smoke, even for your dad's truck.

Pope, I got sensitive lungs, man!

- [Pope] I'm pulling over. - [JJ] Pope, just slow down!

- What are you doing, dude? - [Kie] Okay, sure. Yeah, right now.

[Pope laughs in disbelief]

[Kie] Shit!

No. No. No. No.

- [JJ] Oh my. - No. No.

- [Kie] It's gonna blow up. - [JJ] No, it's not gonna blow up.

You probably unhooked the radiator, Pope.

I haven't seen this before. You knocked the entire hubcap off!

Whoo! [laughs]

You might wanna reschedule your meeting tonight, Pope.

Plan B? We could, um... public transportation.

We could hitchhike. We could rent bikes.

- [JJ] Yeah, it's the radiator. - My dad's gonna kill me.

Yeah, he might. He might.

[tires squealing]

[sirens wailing]

- Okay. - [groans]

[John B] You sure we're good, Cleo?

Yeah, man. We'll just wait here until it cools down.

[groaning softly]

You good?

Fine.

I'm very, very grateful. I appreciate you guys. Thank you so much. Thank you.

That's unbelievable. It's there. It's all there.

As far as I can tell, the gold's all there.

[laughing]

Oh my God.

They say we can go in just a second here. I'm gonna fly it out in the morning.

Until then, it's in the capable hands

of the Bahamian Police Department. [chuckling]

[somber music playing]

Rafe, I know you're upset. I know you're feeling bad,

but you don't have to, okay? I know you didn't mean to hurt her.

All right? They said that they've checked the hospitals. They checked the morgue.

There's been nothing.

It's good news.

Means she's okay, all right?

She'll come back to us.

What if I'm not okay?

What? I'm sorry.

- I'm not okay. - [Ward] You are. You're okay, buddy.

- No, Dad, I'm not okay. - We'll go back, get a good night's sleep.

We'll get a steak or something.

You're gonna feel completely different in the morning. I know you will.

- Dad, I thought I was okay, but I'm not. - Get control. Get control of yourself.

I just keep... I keep having these, um... these thoughts in my head,

and I don't... I don't know if I can control them.

And I'm just... I'm afraid of what's gonna happen.

I don't know how much more of this shit I can take, okay?

- We'll talk about it. - I'm just afraid.

We'll go back and talk about it at the house.

- I need help, okay? Not her. - He's all right.

- I need it, okay? - I know. I know. We can talk about it.

[Rafe] You're not listening. I'm having a hard time right now.

You need to man up. You need... Look at me.

Man up. Right now.

Thank you.

He's good. He's just a little... It's been crazy.

He was... he was out there on the road when the whole thing happened,

so he's just a little freaked out. But he will be okay.

Again, I wanna thank you guys, all right?

Streets is quiet. I can get you to a boat. You have somewhere you can hole up?

Yeah, we're gonna ride the Gulf Stream north as far as it can go.

Look for some deserted island to shell up on.

And then what? More running?

Sarah...

Look, I know you don't trust the cops, but you're innocent.

- I think we should go home. - To OBX?

- [Sarah] Yes. - What about Ward?

What about Ward?

He's the one who should be running, not us.

He said he would tell the truth if we came back. I can confront him.

But it's not about you confronting him. He's completely untrustworthy.

Sure. But I'm your alibi. Trust me.

[Cleo whistling]

Hello, lovebirds, we're running from the coppers right now.

- Girl, can you walk? - I think so.

[Cleo] Okay, you got this, girl.

[exhales, sniffles]

[whispers] Come on, guys. We gotta go. Stay low.

We gotta go.

- We're following your lead. - Get low.

["How Lucky" by Kurt Vile Feat. John Prine playing]

- [man] It could be anything. - I definitely think it's the intake valve.

Look, I can put a rush on it, but it's gonna cost you a little extra.

Middle of nowhere.

Dude's in heaven right now. "Gotta know the calibration point

before you do anything with the intake valve, JJ. You do the..."

Hey.

You all right?

My mom is so worried that I'm gonna be a Pogue

that she's willing to send me to boarding school.

Well, I guess that's what you get for hanging out with the wrong crowd, Kie.

[Kie] I mean, I'm not gonna go.

It's too late anyway. I already am who I am.

Ain't all that bad.

[Pope and man speaking indistinctly]

Just look at that guy over there.

He would do anything for us. That's a Pogue if I've ever seen one.

Bone-deep.

♪ There was all these things That I don't think I remember... ♪

That's just one man's opinion, though.

♪ How lucky can one man get? ♪

♪ Hey, how lucky can one man get? ♪

♪ Hey, how lucky can one man get? ♪

Three-seventy? Are you serious?

[man] Well, yeah, man.

Kie, are you sure your parents are okay with letting you pay for this? 'Cause...

No. Hell no. But I'm already a day late, and they can only kill me once, right?

[whispering] I got you. I got you. I got you.

- [groans] - Is this cool?

I got an uncle who works at this marina. We're safe here. Recognize the boat?

- My dad's boat. - I thought you would've pawned it by now.

[Cleo] Seems like a good time to give it back to you.

[groaning]

Here. I got it.

Wish I could join you guys. It's a nice dinghy.

- You're not coming with? - [Cleo] Are you kidding?

You two are so hot. I'm better off on my own.

Thank you.

- Seriously. - No problem.

Maybe one day, I get the same thing you two got.

Somebody helps me too.

Hang tight. I'm gonna get the keys.

Too soon for goodbyes, y'all. I'll be right back!

[John B] Thanks, Cleo.

[Sarah] Do we have enough gas?

[John B] Um, we should be good if the wind is behind us.

[Sarah] Let's hope it is.

- [officer] Hey! You there! - [gun cocks]

Put your hands up.

All the way up!

Hey, don't shoot, okay?

- I said put them up. - Please, he didn't do anything!

- [Cleo grunts] - [officer screams, groans]

- [officer] Hey! Stop! Get down! - [Cleo screaming] No!

- [officer grunts] - [John B] No, no. Hey, Cleo! Keys!

- [Cleo] Go! Get out of here! - [officer] Hey! Stop! Get back here!

I'm gonna shoot!

Stop!

Hey!

[bullet clangs]

[indistinct chattering on radio]

["King of a One Horse Town" by Dan Auerbach playing]

♪ Every day is just a little white lie ♪

♪ Telling myself I'm gettin' by ♪

♪ I just stay in this room and cry ♪

♪ The snow, it covers up the ground ♪

[Pope] Good night, everyone.

♪ And I can't hear a single sound ♪

♪ I'd turn off the TV And go for a drive... ♪

Good night.

♪ Except this Christmas tree With blinking lights ♪

♪ I coulda made it, but I messed around ♪

All right, this is the Gulf Stream. It's gonna take us north right home.

[Sarah] Home.

Hi.

How you doin'?

Never better.

You know what I was thinking?

What's that?

Let's get married.

Don't... don't we need, like, a... a... like, a preacher or something?

What about the rings?

What about rings?

I mean, for future reference, I like princess cut. I like emerald cut.

I got an idea.

[Sarah] Never pear shape.

[gasps] Princess cut. My favorite.

I give you this sweaty...

[Sarah chuckles]

...piece of my father's bandanna

as a token of my love.

It's perfect.

Yeah.

By the power vested in me,

by the sky and the stars and the sea,

I now pronounce us husband and wife.

Through sickness and health,

through rich and poor,

till death do us part.

You may kiss your bride.

[romantic music playing]

Can we get a dog?

Okay, Sarah. Let's just get home first. How about that?

- Let's get a dog. - Okay.

[inspirational music playing]

[groaning softly]

[Sarah] Land!

Looks like a pretty big town.

Should we try to find somewhere less crowded?

We're almost out of fuel. We don't have a choice.

[chuckles]

We made it.

["Where'd All the Time Go" by Dr. Dog playing]

[John B] Look! It's Charleston.

Wonder where John B and Sarah are right now.

♪ Where'd all the time go? ♪

♪ It's starting to fly ♪

♪ See how the hands go ♪

♪ Waving goodbye ♪

♪ And you know I get so forgetful ♪

♪ When I look in your eyes ♪

♪ Now she's walking backwards ♪

♪ Through a parade ♪

♪ And I'm stuck in the shadow ♪

♪ Blocking the shade ♪

♪ And there ain't no way to sweep up ♪

♪ The mess that we've made ♪

♪ She gets dressed up like a pillow ♪

♪ So she's always in bed ♪

♪ Flowers for the sick and dead ♪

♪ She's on the go ♪

♪ Way too fast and way too slow ♪

♪ She'll turn to stone ♪

♪ At hospitals and funeral homes ♪

♪ And when the fog rises ♪

♪ Somebody sighs Who is not in disguise anymore ♪

♪ There's nothing to keep you ♪

♪ From falling in love ♪

♪ It starts at the bottom ♪

♪ And comes from above ♪

♪ Like pieces of a puzzle ♪

♪ Like a hand in a glove ♪

♪ Somebody sinks And is gone in the blink of an eye ♪