Deadliest Catch (2005–…): Season 13, Episode 13 - Deadliest Catch - full transcript
Sig's stress takes a toll. Sean tries to dock in a hurricane. Keith is left dead-stick in massive seas. Jake motivates a defiant hand. Johnathan rolls the dice by Russia.
PREVIOUSLY
ON "DEADLIEST CATCH"...
[ WAVES CRASHING ]
SON OF A BITCH!
Jake: THREE, TWO, ONE!
THAT'S RIGHT, BITCH!
GET THE [BLEEP] OFF MY DECK!
Keith: RIGHT IN THE STORM,
RIGHT IN THE COLD.
THIS TRIP HAS BEEN A BATTLE
SINCE THE MINUTE
WE GOT OUT HERE.
AAH!
WHOA, WHOA, WHOA,
WHOA, WHOA!
-[BLEEP]
-AND WE'RE JUST GETTING STARTED.
[ WAVES CRASHING ]
CAPTIONS PAID FOR BY
DISCOVERY COMMUNICATIONS
Narrator:
ON THE OPILIO CRAB GROUNDS...
LOOK AT THIS.
40 TO 55, 17 TO 31-FOOT.
...IN THE AFTERMATH
OF AN ARCTIC HURRICANE...
THAT'S BIG.
THAT WAS NOT THE FORECAST.
I DON'T WANT TO BE OUT HERE.
I'M SORRY.
...NEWS SPREADS OF A SECOND,
LARGER STORM ON THE WAY.
IF YOU'RE OUT HERE
THE NEXT COUPLE MONTHS,
YOU'RE GONNA GET HIT
BY SOMETHING BIG.
HOPE YOU'RE IN THE RIGHT PLACE
AND NOT HALFWAY
TO RUSSIA LIKE WE ARE.
Narrator:
WITH FEW CRABS LEFT, CAPTAINS
MUST USE THIS SMALL WINDOW
TO CATCH WHAT THEY CAN
AND GET OUT.
Keith: THIS LAST LOW PRESSURE
THAT CAME THROUGH HERE
JUST OPENED UP THE EQUIVALENT
OF HURRICANE ALLEY.
THEY'RE GONNA KEEP COMING
EVERY TWO TO THREE DAYS,
ONE STORM AFTER ANOTHER
AFTER ANOTHER.
**
Narrator:
ON THE 107-FOOT SAGA...
Man: BOO!
Jake: WE'RE NOT EVEN
GETTING THE 75, 100.
I THINK IT'S A CURSE.
Narrator:
CAPTAIN JAKE ANDERSON HAS YET TO
FIND A PRODUCTIVE PATCH OF CRAB.
Jake:
THIS IS A [BLEEP] NIGHTMARE.
THE LAST SEASON,
I CAME UP SHORT ON MY QUOTA.
I TOTALLY BOMBED.
EVERY YEAR I FISH OPIES.
THE POTS DON'T SEEM
TO DO VERY WELL.
SO RIGHT NOW, WE'RE GONNA HAUL
OUR LAST STRING OF THE NIGHT.
HOPEFULLY I'M SURPRISED,
AND I CAN JUST PUT IT BACK
IN THE WATER.
Narrator:
ADDING TO THE SKIPPER'S WOES,
A CREW THAT'S FADING FAST.
MY GUYS ARE TIRED.
AND DEAN'S BACK ON DECK.
Dean:
YEAH, PUT SOME CRAB ON THE BOAT.
JUST PUT US ON THE CRAB.
I'LL PUT 'EM WHEREVER YOU WANT.
I KNEW IT WAS A GOOD CHOICE
TO BRING DEAN ON DECK.
I WASN'T GONNA GO FOUR-MAN.
AND HE KNEW
I WASN'T GONNA FIRE HIM.
Narrator:
FOR THE LAST THREE MONTHS...
WE'RE JUST GONNA SIT AT THE BUOY
BAG UNTIL HE SHUTS HIS MOUTH.
I HAVEN'T BEEN TALKING!
GET OFFA MY DECK!
OR YOU'RE [BLEEP] FIRED.
JAKE HAS BEEN IN
A POWER STRUGGLE
WITH SENIOR DECKHAND
DEAN GRIBBLE.
Jake:
I DON'T WANT TO GET RID OF HIM.
DEAN KNOWS IT, I KNOW IT.
THESE ARE MY GUYS.
AS MUCH AS THEY SUCK,
THEY'RE MINE.
SO I HAVE TO TRAIN THEM IN MY
IMAGE AND THAT'S MY CHALLENGE.
THEY ALL KNOW
I'M NOT GONNA FIRE 'EM.
THEY HAVE TO DO SOMETHING
VERY SPECTACULAR --
REALLY SPECTACULAR.
Narrator: WITH ONE STRING LEFT
BEFORE CALLING IT A NIGHT...
Jake: I NEED EVERYTHING TO RUN
EFFICIENTLY AND SMOOTHLY.
...THE SKIPPER COUNTS ON
HIS CREW
TO HOLD IT TOGETHER
FOR THE FINAL PUSH.
THANK YOU.
AWESOME.
DO I THINK IT'S GONNA
DO ANYTHING?
I DON'T KNOW.
-[ LAUGHS ]
-MAN [BLEEP] CRAB, BABY!
[BLEEP] YEAH!
[ LAUGHS ] THAT'S A GOOD POT
FOR 2017 OPIES ON THE WEST SIDE.
IT'S PROBABLY 200, 250, MAYBE.
OH, YEAH, THERE'S CRAB IN HERE.
WHOO!
PROBABLY A COUPLE
HUNDRED HERE, I BET.
NICE GOOD, CLEAN COUNT.
I LIKE IT.
OH, YEAH.
I SEE CRAB.
Men: WHOO!
JUST IN THE NICK OF TIME, FOLKS.
I CAN'T EVEN EAT, DUDE.
MY STOMACH'S IN KNOTS.
[ LAUGHS ]
[ GULL SQUAWKING ]
[BLEEP] YEAH!
[BLEEP] YEAH!
Narrator: AFTER HAULING THE LAST
OF THE STRING...
WHOO-HOO-HOO-HOO!
YEAH!
...THE EXHAUSTED CREW
LOOKS FORWARD
TO A LITTLE R&R.
I'M REALLY [BLEEP] HOT,
SO JUST LETTING EVERYBODY KNOW,
WE'RE HAULING ONE MORE
STRING AFTER THIS ONE.
Man: OH, HELL NO!
Narrator: BUT TO TAKE ADVANTAGE
OF HIS NEW HOT SPOT...
JAKE MUST HAUL AND RESET THE
STRING BEFORE THE CRAB MOVE ON.
THEY THOUGHT WE WERE
GONNA BE DONE, WHICH I TOLD 'EM,
WE'RE GONNA HAUL THIS 12-POTTER,
AND WE'LL BE DONE.
THEN WE RAN INTO CRAB.
OH, NO.
[BLEEP]
TWO MILES.
Dean: A LOT SMALLS --
THE HOLD WAS LIKE HALF AND HALF.
I COULD SEE IT FROM HERE.
EAT SOMETHING, YOU GOT FOUR --
YOU GOT THREE MILES.
THREE MILES ON THIS BOAT
IS LIKE OVER 20 MINUTES.
SO NOW WE'RE SEEING CRAB,
SO WHAT, AM I SUPPOSED
TO JUST SIT ON THIS?
BE A [BLEEP] TEAMMATE, DUDE.
I AM NOT YOUR TEAMMATE,
I AM YOUR CAPTAIN!
WHATEVER, DUDE.
YOU TALK TO ME LIKE YOU
BEEN FISHING FOR 20 YEARS
AND CAPTAINING FOR 20 YEARS,
YOU HAVEN'T.
I HAD TO EARN MY SPOT
ON A [BLEEP] CRAB BOAT.
WHAT ABOUT YOU, BITCH?!
I WORKED FROM
THE FACTORY UP.
-GET OUTTA HERE!
-MY TWO WEEKS --
GET THE [BLEEP]
OUTTA MY WHEELHOUSE!
STAY IN BED,
I DON'T CARE!
I'M GONNA KEEP
HAULIN' GEAR!
Jake:
COMING INTO MY WHEELHOUSE,
ALL BECAUSE HE WANTED
TO GO TO SLEEP.
NOW HE'S QUESTIONING MY JUDGMENT
AND MY ABILITY TO BE A SKIPPER.
AND THAT'S -- YOU WENT TOO FAR.
Narrator: 220 MILES NORTHWEST,
NEAR THE RUSSIAN BORDER.
**
Johnathan:
WE'RE A LONG WAYS FROM HOME.
WE'RE 620 MILES
FROM DUTCH HARBOR.
ICE CHUNKS ARE COMING OUT MY ASS
RIGHT NOW, SO GOTTA GO WORK.
Narrator:
...ON THE TIME BANDIT.
WE GOTTA GET THESE CRAB
IN THE TANKS REAL [BLEEP] FAST.
IT'S SO COLD OUT HERE.
RACING THE ONCOMING STORM.
I'M HOPING LIKE HELL THAT
THOSE POTS WE DUMP HAVE CRAB.
Narrator:
CAPTAIN JOHNATHAN HILLSTRAND
IS ANXIOUS TO HIT THE CRAB
BEFORE THE WEATHER
SHUTS HIM DOWN.
THESE GUYS HAVE WORKED SO HARD
AND HAVE DONE SO MUCH TO GET
WHERE WE'RE AT RIGHT NOW.
THEY DESERVE A GOOD ONE,
YOU KNOW.
AND THIS BEING MY LAST SEASON,
PLEASE, GOD, GIVE ME A GOOD ONE.
PLEASE.
SO PULLING THIS POT'S GONNA
GIVE US A LITTLE SNEAK PEEK
OF WHAT WE HAVE IN OUR GEAR.
Man: GET THAT THING!
FIRST POT, SEE WHAT IT HAS.
[ ROPE SQUEAKING ]
COME ON, POT.
COME ON, BABY.
OH, [BLEEP] YEAH, BABY!
-YEAH!
-YEAH!
YEAH! YEAH!
YEAH!
-WHOO!
-[BLEEP] YEAH!
YEAH!
WE GOT CRAB POTS.
WE'VE GOT CRAB!
CRAB, CRAB, CRAB,
CRAB, CRAB, CRAB.
[BLEEP] A.
IT'S PRETTY SEXY.
Johnathan: LOOKS PRETTY GOOD.
I BET YOU THERE'S MORE
THAN 20 IN THIS POT,
SO SHE'S LOOKIN' GOOD.
**
I WANT A CRAB COUNT,
AND I WANT IT NOW!
WE GOT 440!
-4-4-0!
-YEAH, OKAY!
4-4-0, BABY!
WHOO-HOO!
BIG, CLEAN CRAB.
THIS ONE LOOKS LIKE
IT'S GOT SOME WEIGHT IN IT.
[ ROPE SQUEAKING ]
THAT'S A FLOATER, OH, YEAH.
-[BLEEP] YEAH!
-YEAH!
-YEAH, BABY!
-YEAH!
THIS IS A CHUCKER,
HALF CHUCKER, DUDE.
IT'S ANOTHER 600, I THINK.
THIS IS A GOOD ONE.
OH, OH!
THIS IS A GOOD ONE!
**
SON OF A GUN!
IT'S A HALF CHUCKER!
LET'S GO!
[ VOCALIZES ]
GO, GO, GO, GO!
HEY!
6-7-0.
670!
670, YEAH!
670, HIGH POT OF THE SEASON.
Narrator: 670 CRAB ISN'T JUST
THE TIME BANDIT'S HIGH POT.
HOLY MOLY, MY HAIR'S
STANDING ON MY NECK!
Narrator: IT'S THE LARGEST ONE
THE FLEET'S SEEN ALL YEAR.
WHOO-HOO-HOO!
THANK YOU, JESUS.
THANK YOU, BYE BYE KITTY.
[BLEEP] YEAH, BABY!
COMING UP!
WOW!
THAT IS GOOD CRAB FISHING!
WHOO!
-YEAH, BABY!
[ PHONE RINGING ]
-ANDY.
-HEY, JOHN.
WE'RE GETTING SOME GOOD NUMBERS.
I'M SO HAPPY RIGHT NOW, I DON'T
EVEN KNOW WHAT TO TELL YOU.
Narrator: THROWING COLD WATER
ON THE CELEBRATION...
...NEWS FROM BROTHER
ANDY HILLSTRAND.
THE STORM IS CLOSING IN FAST.
[BLEEP]
HOW CAN IT CHANGE LIKE THAT?
LIKE -- LIKE IN A DAY?
I MIGHT RUN TO THE
ST. MATTHEW ISLAND,
IT'S 16 HOURS,
AND THROW THE HOOK OUT.
YEAH.
OKAY, ANDY.
OKAY, I GOTTA ROLL.
I GOTTA ROLL, BROTHER.
I GOTTA PULL GEAR
AS FAST AS I CAN.
THANKS, ANDY,
I'LL CALL YOU LATER.
YEP, YEP.
THANK YOU, THANK YOU, THANK YOU,
THANK YOU, THANK YOU.
-IT'S ALL GOOD.
-OKAY, BYE.
THAT'S A
SEXY-LOOKING TABLE!
Johnathan:
THAT'S A LOT OF CRAB!
BUT THERE'S A STORM.
GOT A HUGE STORM STOPPING ME.
-OUT OF TIME...
-OKAY, GUYS.
YEAH, BABY!
...THE VETERAN CAPTAIN
MAKES THE CALL TO SHUT IT DOWN.
Johnathan: I'M GONNA TURN AND
HEAD STRAIGHT TOWARD THE ISLAND
AS FAST I CAN
BEFORE IT BLOWS UP.
MY BRO TOLD ME
ALL HELL'S COMING.
IT IS.
[ WIND HOWLING ]
Narrator: 440 MILES
NORTHWEST OF DUTCH HARBOR...
...ON THE 125-FOOT NORTHWESTERN.
THIS IS THE CALM
BEFORE THE STORM,
THERE'S NO QUESTION ABOUT IT.
THEY'VE FORECAST NOW 55-KNOT
WINDS WITH 31-FOOT SEAS.
IT'S COMING.
Narrator:
WITH THE STORM CLOSING IN...
OH, BOY.
YEAH, THIS COULD BE
A GRIND FROM HERE ON IN.
...CAPTAIN SIG HANSEN PREPARES
FOR THE WORST.
[ BANGING ]
Sig: TOOK A LOT OF ICE.
VERY COLD, A LOT OF SPRAY.
40, 50-KNOT GUSTS, AND YOU KNOW,
JUST JOGGING INTO IT,
TOOK A LOT OF SPRAY.
Narrator: THE FIRST TASK,
GET THE FIVE TONS OF
DESTABILIZING ICE OFF THE BOAT
BEFORE THE WEATHER PICKS UP.
THERE'S AT LEAST,
I DON'T KNOW, HALF A FOOT,
SIX INCHES' WORTH EVERYWHERE.
Sig: WE'RE GONNA DEICE,
PROBABLY DEICE SOME MORE.
GONNA BE A ROUGH WINTER.
[ BANGING ]
JUST THAT ON THE CRANE
WAS JUST FROM
THE LAST FEW HOURS.
WATCH OUT.
[ BANGING ]
ALL RIGHT.
Narrator:
TO SPEED UP THE PROCESS...
[ JACKHAMMER WHIRRING ]
Man: YEAH!
Narrator: ...THE CREW
PULLS OUT THE BIG GUN.
YEAH, BRING ON THE TERMINATOR.
WE GOT A LITTLE JACKHAMMER
CALLED THE TERMINATOR.
IT'S A GROUND BIT WITH A POINT,
SO IT JUST STARTS
GETTING INTO THE ICE.
OH, YEAH, NOW WE'RE DOING IT!
[ JACKHAMMER WHIRS ]
THANK YOU, GUYS.
VERY NICELY DONE,
VERY NICELY DONE.
THAT WAS AWESOME.
Narrator: WITH THE DANGEROUS
WEIGHT OFF THE BOAT...
FIRST POT'S COMING UP.
HOPEFULLY SOMETHING IN IT.
Narrator: THE CREW WILL LOAD
AS MUCH CRAB INTO THE TANKS
AS THEY CAN BEFORE
THEY'RE FORCED
TO GET OUT OF HARM'S WAY.
WE NEED THESE POTS TO HIT.
IT'S GONNA BLOW 55 TOMORROW.
[ GEAR WHIRRING ]
-OH, NO!
-OH, NO!
OH, MY [BLEEP].
NOT VERY PROMISING.
BUT WE'LL SEE.
NEXT ONE WILL TELL
THE WHOLE STORY.
WE NEED MORE THAN THAT.
Man: YEAH.
NEED A LOT MORE.
STACK THAT ONE.
[ BANG ]
WE'RE GONNA TAKE THIS STRING
A LITTLE BIT SHALLOWER.
YOU JUST GOTTA MANIPULATE
YOUR GEAR, MOVE FORWARD,
AND SEE IF YOU CAN'T
BEAT THAT WEATHER.
Narrator: WITH LITTLE TIME
BEFORE THE STORM HITS,
THE VETERAN CAPTAIN WILL MAKE
ONE MORE MOVE BEFORE HE RUNS.
THE 40-YEAR-OLD ME WOULD HAVE
THOUGHT A LITTLE DIFFERENT
ABOUT FIGHTING THE WEATHER
AND STAYING OUT HERE.
BUT AS YOU GET OLDER,
MY PRIORITIES ARE
A LITTLE BIT DIFFERENT.
I DON'T WANT TO HURT THE BOAT.
THE BOAT IS 40 YEARS OLD NOW,
IT'S HER BIRTHDAY, YOU KNOW,
AND IT'S NOT LIKE SHE'S
GETTING ANY YOUNGER, EITHER.
[ SEAGULLS SQUAWKING ]
Narrator: 20 MILES SOUTH...
-WHOO!
-WHOO-HOO!
Narrator:
...ABOARD THE SAGA.
YEAH, BABY!
YEAH.
OKAY, HANNES IS IN IT.
HE UNDERSTANDS.
THAT'S 400.
Narrator:
24 HOURS INTO A HAUL...
THIS IS WHY I'M HAULING AND NOT
GOING TO SLEEP LIKE DEAN WANTS.
Narrator: CAPTAIN JAKE ANDERSON
PUSHES HIS CREW'S ENDURANCE
TO FILL HIS TANKS.
-I WANT TO GO HOME.
-WHOO!
THERE'S SEVEN MORE POTS,
I'LL PICK SEVEN MORE,
AND THEN I'M GONNA RUN
TO THE OTHER END.
**
Narrator: DECKHAND DEAN GRIBBLE
JUST AIN'T DIGGIN' THE WAY
HIS CAPTAIN RUNS THE BOAT.
THEY'LL BE EITHER CRAB IN,
THEN YOU HAUL 'EM.
OR THERE WON'T BE CRAB IN 'EM,
AND YOU'LL HAUL 'EM
AND MOVE 'EM.
Jake:
IT'S THE JOB AS A CREW MEMBER
JUST TO HAUL THE GEAR,
NOT QUESTION IT.
NOW THAT I'M ON THE CRAB,
OF COURSE
I'M GONNA HAUL ANOTHER ONE.
-YEAH! BOY!
-WE GOT THE CRAB!
**
[BLEEP]
Narrator:
FATIGUE STARTS TO TAKE ITS TOLL.
[BLEEP]
AND CREWMAN KYLE SAMPLE
CHOKES ON THE HOOK.
[BLEEP]
[BLEEP] THIS.
ALL RIGHT,
IT'S GOTTA STOP, DUDE.
THIS STOPS NOW.
Narrator: AS DEAN TAKES A STAND
AGAINST THE CAPTAIN...
THE REST OF THE CREW
TAKES A STAND AGAINST DEAN.
WE'RE ON THE [BLEEP] CRAB,
DID YOU FORGET THAT?
WHEN YOU RUN INTO CRAB,
WHAT ARE YOU GONNA DO?
GET OFF, GET OFF.
GET OFF THE DECK!
EVERYBODY, REMOVE THAT
[BLEEP] RIGHT NOW!
GET OFF [BLEEP] GEAR, DUDE.
[BLEEP] GEAR.
GET OFF THE DECK!
STOP NOW!
GET OFF!
GET THE [BLEEP] OFF OF MY DECK!
GO!
[BLEEP] [BLEEP] [BLEEP]
[ WIND HOWLING ]
Jake: GET HIM OFF THE DECK!
Narrator: ON THE SAGA...
GET OFF THE DECK!
EVERYBODY, REMOVE THAT
[BLEEP] RIGHT NOW!
Narrator: CAPTAIN JAKE ANDERSON
IS IN A BATTLE OF WILLS
WITH DECKHAND DEAN GRIBBLE.
GET OFF THE DECK!
STOP NOW! GET OFF!
GET THE [BLEEP]
OFFA MY DECK!
GO!
[BLEEP] [BLEEP] STOP!
KNOCK IT OFF!
[BLEEP] GUYS, STOP HIM!
-I [BLEEP]
-WHOA, WHOA, WHOA, WHOA, WHOA!
-HEY!
-[BLEEP] GET OFF THE DECK!
GO!
YOU'RE FIRED.
YOU'RE FIRED.
-GO!
-[BLEEP] OFF.
-BEAT IT! KNOCK IT OFF!
-[BLEEP]
-GET OFF MY DECK, DEAN!
-[BLEEP]
-[ ALL SHOUTING ]
HAVE A [BLEEP] BACKBONE!
THAT'S IT.
HE'S FIRED.
THIS GUY IS A DANGER.
RIGHT NOW, HE'S GONNA COME UP
AND TRY TO START A FIGHT.
-HE'S SAYING IT'S MY FAULT --
-GET OUTTA MY WHEELHOUSE.
IF YOU DON'T GET OUT
OF MY WHEELHOUSE,
I'LL CALL THE COAST GUARD,
AND I'LL HAVE YOU ARRESTED.
-REALLY?
-YEAH.
I'M TRYING TO WORK HERE.
LET'S HAUL GEAR.
WE'RE FINALLY ON
THE [BLEEP] NUMBERS.
GET OUTTA MY FACE!
LEAVE MY WHEELHOUSE NOW,
OR WILL GO TO MARITIME LAW.
THREATENING ME
WITH MARITIME LAW?
WOW, DUDE.
YEAH, 'CAUSE OBVIOUSLY
NOTHING ELSE WORKS,
YOU DUMB [BLEEP].
[BLEEP] HOW THICK IS
HIS [BLEEP] SKULL?
**
I DON'T LIKE THAT GUY.
I GOT MORE RESPECT FOR THAT MAN
UP THERE IN THAT WHEELHOUSE
THAN I DO THIS JERK...
THAT'S BEEN [BLEEP]
MY [BLEEP] WHOLE TRIP UP.
WE STARTED YELLING AT EACH
OTHER, AND NEXT THING YOU KNOW,
EVERYONE'S YELLING
AT EACH OTHER,
AND HE'S GIVING JAKE [BLEEP]
AND I'M SICK OF HIM
GIVING JAKE [BLEEP]
YOU KNOW,
JAKE'S OUR CAPTAIN, DUDE.
SOONER OR LATER,
THERE COMES A TIME
YOU GOTTA TAKE
THE CAPTAIN'S BACK.
WE'RE GOING IN.
PUT ALL THE [BLEEP]
AWAY, TIGHTEN IT UP.
WE'RE GOING INTO ST. PAUL.
SO, SET WHAT WE HAVE ON DECK,
AND I GUESS WE'RE GOING
TO ST. PAUL TO DROP DEAN OFF.
IT'S JUST, I NEED TO GET RID OF
THE CANCER AS SOON AS POSSIBLE.
**
Narrator: 395 MILES SOUTHEAST...
[ WAVES CRASHING ]
...THE 450-MILE-WIDE
ARCTIC HURRICANE
HAS ARRIVED IN DUTCH HARBOR.
Sean: I'M 200 YARDS OFF
THE BEACH THERE,
AND I REALLY CAN'T
EVEN SEE THE DOCK.
THE WEATHER SUCKS.
I NEED TO TRY TO FIND
A PLACE TO TIE UP.
Narrator: HEADING TO OFFLOAD
100,000 POUNDS OF COD,
CAPTAIN SEAN DWYER
MUST NOT ONLY DOCK
IN HURRICANE-FORCE WINDS...
IT'S BLOWING LIKE 75.
MAKES IT HARD TO TIE UP.
A LOT OF BOATS ARE IN TOWN.
Narrator: HE MUST ALSO NAVIGATE
A FULL HARBOR.
Sean:
THERE'S NOWHERE TO TIE IT UP.
I'M NOT GONNA GO TIE UP
ALONGSIDE ANOTHER BOAT.
BOUNCING AROUND.
WE'RE GONNA TAKE A LOOK
AT THE POT DOCK.
I'M GONNA START HEADING IN,
SO WHOEVER'S GONNA JUMP...
THAT'S ME!
[ WIND HOWLING ]
THERE'S A POT
DOCK HERE THAT'S OPEN,
BUT THERE'S NOBODY OVER HERE
TO CATCH OUR LINE,
SO I'M GONNA HAVE
TO JUMP ACROSS.
Narrator:
DECKHAND KYLE CRAIG WILL ATTEMPT
TO MAKE THE JUMP FROM THE BOAT
TO THE ICY DOCK.
Kyle:
ALL THIS IN THE NAME OF CODFISH!
THE WIND IS WHIRLWINDING, KIND
OF EDDYING AROUND THE DOCK HERE.
SO, IT'S ACTUALLY
BLOWING ME OFF THE DOCK.
**
-IT'S TEN FEET.
-YOU GOTTA HELP GUIDE ME.
**
WE'RE ALMOST THERE,
BUT THAT'S ICY!
[ WIND HOWLING ]
Sean: BITCH.
IT'S BLOWING ME OFF THE DOCK.
[ YELLS ]
**
Man: WHOA.
-WHOO!
-YEAH!
KYLE'S ON THE DOCK.
SWING IT!
**
Man: GO THAT WAY, KYLE!
Sean: PULL IT IN!
PULL IT IN!
GIVE ME A [BLEEP]
LINE ON THE DOCK.
**
I CAN'T SEE!
[ WIND HOWLS ]
NOT GONNA WORK.
CAN'T GET ON THE DOCK.
THE WIND'S PUSHING ME OFF OF IT.
Narrator:
DOCKING PROVES TOO RISKY.
SO THE CAPTAIN WILL HAVE TO HEAD
BACK INTO THE HARBOR AND WAIT.
NOW I GOTTA PULL IN AND GET KYLE
'CAUSE I CAN'T TIE UP
TO THIS DOCK.
Kyle: I DON'T KNOW HOW THIS
IS GONNA WORK.
I'M GONNA CATCH YOU.
WHOA!
HAIRY, BRO!
HAIRY!
IT'S JUST TOO ROUGH OUT
TO GET IN THERE SAFELY
AND GET TIED UP,
SO WE'RE GONNA JOG.
WE'RE GONNA SECURE
THE DECK RIGHT NOW.
Sean: JUST GONNA JOG.
TWO HOURS OF JOGGING.
Narrator: THE BRENNA A BECOMES
THE STORM'S FIRST VICTIM.
SCREWED ME OVER BIG TIME.
THIS IS GONNA BE
OUR BIGGEST STORM OF THE SEASON.
**
Narrator: 430 MILES NORTHWEST...
ON THE NORTHWESTERN.
WOW, THAT GETS DIRTY FAST.
**
OKAY.
WHY AM I RUSHING?
I'M SUPPOSED TO BE RELAXED.
OH, I GOTTA STOP THAT [BLEEP]
I GOT TO NOT STRESS.
[ SIGHS ]
OKAY, COME ON, HANSEN,
GET YOUR [BLEEP] TOGETHER.
RIGHT NOW, I COULD SEE
THE WIND HAS TURNED,
AND THAT JUST MEANS THAT
THE WEATHER IS ON TRACK.
WE NEED TO GET OUT OF HERE,
LIKE, NOW.
HURRY UP AND GET TO TOWN
BECAUSE WE DO HAVE
A 55-KNOT WIND COMING.
Narrator: AFTER STRIKING OUT ON
THE GROUNDS JUST 18 HOURS AGO...
HOPE FOR THE BEST HERE.
NEED TO PUT SOME CRAB
ON THE BOAT FAST.
...CAPTAIN SIG HANSEN MOVED
HIS POTS TO SHALLOWER WATERS,
HOPING TO SAVE HIS TRIP
BEFORE THE STORM SENDS HIM
RUNNING FOR COVER.
WE'RE GONNA GET UP TO 50 HERE,
THEN TRY TO GET 'EM ON.
WITHOUT GETTING [BLEEP] UP.
HOPEFULLY
THESE NUMBERS ARE GOOD.
-DON'T MISS.
-I HEAR THAT.
**
Sig: THIS IS MAKE OR BREAK!
COME ON, BABY!
COME ON!
[ WIND HOWLING ]
**
Narrator: ON THE NORTHWESTERN...
COME ON, BABY!
COME ON!
Man: COME ON, COME ON, COME ON,
COME ON, COME ON!
[ GROANS ]
OH, YEAH, BABY!
-YEAH, BUDDY!
-YEAH?
YEAH?
-WHOO!
-YEAH!
-OH, YEAH, THAT LOOKS GOOD.
-WHOO!
Narrator: WITH AN ARCTIC
HURRICANE FAST APPROACHING,
CAPTAIN SIG'S LAST-MINUTE
MOVE LOOKS PROMISING.
I'M VERY HAPPY SO FAR.
THERE'S LIFE.
HOPEFULLY, IT WILL
CONTINUE HERE.
YEAH!
YEAH!
-NICE CRAB!
-[ LAUGHS ] YEAH!
-WHOO!
-HELL, YEAH!
YEAH!
Sig: AAH! COME ON!
[ BOAT CREAKING ]
-OH, BOY.
-OH, [BLEEP]
[BLEEP] GET A HOLD, MAN.
POTS ARE COMING UP REAL GOOD.
A COUPLE A HUNDRED,
A BUCK AND A HALF, TWO BUCKS.
SO, WE'RE GONNA KEEP FIGHTING
THROUGH THESE WINDS HERE.
YEAH!
YEAH!
WHOO!
[BLEEP]
**
Narrator: AFTER AN EXHAUSTING
8-HOUR, 75-POT GRIND...
ALL RIGHT,
THAT WAS THE LAST POT.
I DON'T KNOW IF I HAVE TIME
TO HAUL ANOTHER STRING,
SO WE'RE OUTTA HERE.
Narrator: SIG SECURES THE DECK
AND HEADS FOR SAFE HARBOR.
Sig: HOPEFULLY, WE GOT 50,000
POUNDS TO SHOW FOR IT.
IT'S NOT A LOT, BUT I DON'T WANT
TO GET STUCK HALFWAY
BETWEEN HERE AND THE ISLAND
IN 55-KNOT WINDS
IF I CAN HELP IT.
IF YOU'RE OUT IN THE STORM,
THE BOAT'S GETTING BEAT,
AND THE CREW'S GETTING BEAT,
AND BAD THINGS HAPPEN.
[ SEAGULLS CRY ]
WE NEED TO GET THE HECK
OUTTA HERE.
[ WIND HOWLING ]
Narrator: 150 MILES SOUTHEAST...
[ WIND HOWLS, BOAT CREAKS ]
Keith: THE CALM BETWEEN
THE STORMS IS OVER.
Narrator:
...ABOARD THE 155-FOOT WIZARD.
Keith: THE WEATHER HAS KICKED
BACK INTO GEAR,
AND WE GOTTA START HAULING GEAR
IN [BLEEP] WEATHER.
Narrator:
CAPTAIN KEITH COLBURN AND CREW
ARE NEXT IN LINE
TO TAKE THE PUNCH OF
THE ONCOMING STORM.
**
Keith: THE LAST ONE
DIDN'T SHUT US DOWN.
HOPEFULLY,
THIS ONE WON'T, EITHER.
BUT YOU KNOW, I'VE GOT
SOME GEAR TO HAUL
BEFORE THIS STORM SETS IN.
AND OVER HERE ON
THE WESTERN EDGE,
IT'S THE LAST STRING
ON OUR SECOND SET.
YEP.
Keith: THERE'S NOT MUCH CRAB
FOR US TO GO GET.
QUOTA'S BEEN CUT IN HALF.
I REALLY NEED TO SEE
SOMETHING DOWN THERE.
ALL RIGHT, WELL,
LET'S CHARGE IN AND SEE
HOW FAST WE CAN GET GOING.
HANG ON, IT MIGHT
GET A LITTLE SLOPPY.
JUST KEEP YOUR HEADS UP.
[ WIND HOWLING ]
IT IS NOW OFFICIALLY
BLOWING 50 MILES AN HOUR.
THE WAVES ARE STARTING TO BUILD.
PROBABLY 25-FOOTERS.
WE'RE GONNA GET
BEAT UP OUT HERE.
Man: HERE WE GO.
Keith: COME ON, CRAB!
COME ON!
I DON'T WANT TO PUT
THE WHAMMY ON US.
[ TAPPING RHYTHMICALLY ]
COME ON, CRAB.
WAAH-WAAH-WAAH.
DOG GONE IT.
YEAH,
PRETTY SLIM PICKINGS HERE.
**
Man: 6-5.
OKAY, I CAN DO BETTER THAN THAT.
Narrator:
IF KEITH'S POTS DON'T HIT...
Keith: PRAY FOR CRAB.
Narrator: ...HE'LL BE FACED
WITH A DANGEROUS
STACK AND MOVE IN BUILDING SEAS.
A COUPLE HUNDRED, MAN,
JUST A COUPLE HUNDRED.
**
Man:
WE NEED MORE THAN THIS, CHIEF!
[ SIGHS ]
THIS IS NOT GOOD.
WE'RE NOT GETTING WHAT WE NEED.
HAVEN'T FOUND WHAT
WE'RE LOOKIN' FOR.
I GOT SOME GEAR TO MOVE.
I GOTTA GET IT MOVED
BEFORE THIS STORM SETS IN.
43 POTS TO STACK, GUYS, 43.
Narrator: THE LOW NUMBERS LEAVE
KEITH WITH ONLY ONE CHOICE.
STACK, MOVE,
AND FACE THE BRUNT OF THE STORM.
THE LAST THING I WANT TO DO
IS GET PINNED DOWN WITH GEAR
THAT'S EITHER NOT FISHING
BECAUSE IT'S ON THE BOTTOM
WITH NOTHING OR NOT FISHING
BECAUSE IT'S ON THE DECK,
AND IT'S TOO DANGEROUS TO SET.
[ WAVES CRASHING ]
IT'S GONNA
GET A LOT GNARLIER THAN THIS.
YOU KNOW WHAT?
I CAN'T AFFORD ANY MORE DELAYS.
DOWN A COUPLE POTS,
SEEM TO BE SHIFTING AROUND.
PRETTY [BLEEP] OUT HERE
THE LAST COUPLE HOURS.
GOTTA GET THE BOAT UP
TO A LITTLE BIT OF SPEED HERE
SO I CAN GET UP
TO THIS STRING.
[ ENGINE SPUTTERING ]
OH, WE'RE OUT OF [BLEEP]
I GOT NOTHING HERE.
[ SQUEAKING ]
I'VE LOST --
I'VE LOST AIR CONTROLS.
OKAY, GUYS, YOU KNOW WHAT?
I'M DEAD IN THE WATER HERE.
I'VE LOST MY AIR CONTROLS.
GET THE CRAB DOWN.
JUST LEAVE THE POT WHERE IT IS,
AND LET'S GET OFF DECK,
ALL RIGHT?
[ SEAGULLS CRY ]
TOM, TOM, HEY, I NEED YOU
IN THE ENGINE ROOM.
I'VE LOST CONTROLS UP HERE.
MY THROTTLE CONTROLS ARE DOWN.
OKAY, NOW IT'S BLOWING
50 MILES AN HOUR.
THE LAST THING I NEED IS TO BE
SITTING HERE, DEAD IN THE WATER.
[ WIND HOWLING ]
Narrator: ON THE TIME BANDIT...
* ISN'T IT WONDERFUL *
COME ON, GUYS.
THANK YOU, "WEATHERMAN."
[ LAUGHS ]
Narrator: AFTER BEING FORCED
FROM THE GROUNDS
BY THE SECOND ARCTIC
HURRICANE OF THE SEASON...
NOTHING AGAINST THE WEATHER GUY,
BUT HE CAN BE WRONG 80%
OF THE TIME AND KEEP THEIR JOB.
Narrator: CAPTAIN JOHNATHAN
HILLSTRAND TAKES ISSUE
NOT JUST WITH THE WEATHER,
BUT WITH THE WEATHERMAN.
"WINDS FROM 10 TO 55 KNOTS."
OF COURSE, I'M NEVER GONNA
GET THE WEATHER WRONG THEN.
IT MIGHT SNOW, IT MIGHT RAIN.
IT MIGHT BE SUNNY.
HE NAILED IT AGAIN.
HOW DOES HE NAIL
IT AGAIN LIKE THAT?
[ CHUCKLES ] THAT GUY'S GOOD.
Narrator: THE TIME BANDIT STILL
ENJOYS THE RUSSIAN LARGESS,
BUT THE NASTY WEATHER
MAY PUT A BUG IN THEIR BORSCHT.
Narrator: ON THE WIZARD...
Keith: TOM, TOM, HEY, I NEED YOU
IN THE ENGINE ROOM.
I'VE LOST CONTROLS UP HERE.
MY THROTTLE CONTROLS ARE DOWN.
IT'S BLOWING 50 MILES AN HOUR.
THE LAST THING I NEED IS TO BE
SITTING HERE DEAD IN THE WATER.
Narrator:
UNABLE TO CONTROL PROPULSION,
CAPTAIN KEITH COLBURN HAS NO WAY
TO POSITION THE BOAT
IN HEAVY SEAS.
ANY TIME YOU LOSE
YOUR THROTTLE CONTROLS,
YOU'RE BASICALLY DRIFTING.
SO RIGHT NOW, WE'RE JUST GONNA
SIT HERE AND PROBABLY --
I DON'T KNOW HOW LONG
IT'S GONNA TAKE HIM
TO GET A FIX...
Narrator:
ENGINEER TOM MARCISSO'S
INITIAL DIAGNOSIS,
AN AIR LEAK ON
THE THROTTLE CONTROLS.
Keith:
THERE'S A VERY COMPLEX SYSTEM
OF AIR CONTROLS
THAT ARE ALL INTERTWINED,
AND IF ONE OF THOSE GOES DOWN,
WE LOSE ONE OF THE SYSTEMS.
[ WAVES CRASHING ]
Keith: THE FACT THAT WE'RE NOT
JUST GOING SIDE TO SIDE,
WE'RE PITCHING, YAWING, ROLLING,
TWISTING, TURNING.
LIKE A ROLLERCOASTER RIDE.
NO, NOT GOOD.
[BLEEP] DRIFTING,
AND THE WEATHER'S COMING UP.
YEAH.
WHAT DO WE GOT, TOM?
THE DIRECTIONAL CONTROL VALVE
MISSED O-RING INSIDE OF IT.
Narrator: THE O-RING IS
A RUBBER SEAL THAT KEEPS AIR
FROM LEAKING OUT OF THE HOSES.
RIGHT. RIGHT ON.
Keith: JUST A LITTLE TINY
10-CENT O-RINGS.
AND JUST ONE OF THOSE
O-RINGS GOES,
AND THEN IT'LL CREATE A LEAK.
IT'LL PASS AIR
INSTEAD OF USING THE AIR.
-YEAH?
-I JUST WENT THROUGH IT AGAIN.
FINGERS CROSSED,
IT SHOULD BE GOOD NOW.
OKAY, I'LL KICK IT AHEAD,
AND LET'S TURN A COUPLE TIMES.
ALL RIGHT.
LET'S SEE IF THIS THING'S
GONNA WORK.
MOMENT OF TRUTH.
ALL RIGHT, OKAY, THANKS,
RIGHT ON, I'M IN GEAR.
Narrator: BACK IN CONTROL,
THE SKIPPER TURNS INTO THE SWELL
AND CONTINUES FISHING.
Keith:
ALL RIGHT, TOM, GOOD JOB, MAN.
IT'S NICE TO BE ABLE
TO DRIVE MY BOAT AGAIN.
Keith:
STILL GOT SOME GEAR WE CAN TRY
AND GET HAULED AND RESET.
WE MANAGED TO BATTLE OUR WAY
THROUGH ONE STORM
WITHOUT GETTING SHUT DOWN.
WE'LL SEE WHAT WE CAN DO
ON THIS ONE.
LET'S HOPE IT DOESN'T GET
AS BAD AS THEY SAY IT IS.
[ WIND HOWLING ]
Narrator: WITH THE ARCTIC
HURRICANE SWELLING
INTO A MASSIVE 467 MILES...
Sean: LAST LITTLE BIT OF COD ON
THE BEACH, OFFLOAD THESE FISH.
Narrator:
...SOME CAPTAINS HUNKER DOWN.
Sean:
WE'RE STILL GONNA WAIT TO LEAVE
BECAUSE I WANT TO LET
THE SWELL DIE DOWN OUT THERE.
THERE'S GONNA BE A LOT OF WAVES,
BIG WEATHER.
Narrator:
OTHERS RUN FOR SAFE HARBOR.
IT'S GONNA BE A STORM
OF EPIC PROPORTIONS.
Narrator: BUT EVERYONE BRACES
FOR THE WORST.
Jake:
AND I GOTTA RACE TO ST. PAUL
BEFORE THE 55-KNOT WINDS HIT.
I CAN OFFLOAD CRAB
AND DEAN AT THE SAME TIME.
Johnathan: I'VE RIDDEN
THESE STORMS OUT BEFORE.
IF YOU'RE LIKE A HALF A DAY
FROM THE ISLAND,
YOU'RE STUPID NOT TO RUN
TO THE ISLAND RIGHT NOW.
THIS IS A [BLEEP] SHIP SINKER.
Man: HOW MANY CANS OF THAT
TOMATO YOU NEED?
SIX, FIVE, TWO?
Narrator:
AND ON THE NORTHWESTERN...
YOU BETTER BE GETTING
BREAD OUT FOR SOMETHING.
[ PHONE DIALING ]
-[ LAUGHS ]
-KNOW WHAT YOU'RE DOING.
[ LAUGHS ]
[ PHONE DIALING ]
[ SPEAKING NORWEGIAN ]
[ LAUGHING ]
OKAY, LOVE YOU, BYE.
I JUST TOOK A NITRO PILL
WHILE I WAS TALKING TO MY WIFE.
SHE'S, LIKE, "TAKE ONE,"
'CAUSE I'M FEELING PAIN
UNDER HERE, HERE,
THEN I'M FEELING ALL TIGHT
AND PAINFUL BACK HERE ON MY BACK
RIGHT IN MY RIB CAGE BACK HERE.
IT'S FREAKIN' ME OUT.
IT'S JUST [BLEEP]
FREAKIN' ME OUT.
JUST DON'T WANT TO STRESS.
I DON'T KNOW
WHAT'S WRONG WITH ME.
ON "DEADLIEST CATCH"...
[ WAVES CRASHING ]
SON OF A BITCH!
Jake: THREE, TWO, ONE!
THAT'S RIGHT, BITCH!
GET THE [BLEEP] OFF MY DECK!
Keith: RIGHT IN THE STORM,
RIGHT IN THE COLD.
THIS TRIP HAS BEEN A BATTLE
SINCE THE MINUTE
WE GOT OUT HERE.
AAH!
WHOA, WHOA, WHOA,
WHOA, WHOA!
-[BLEEP]
-AND WE'RE JUST GETTING STARTED.
[ WAVES CRASHING ]
CAPTIONS PAID FOR BY
DISCOVERY COMMUNICATIONS
Narrator:
ON THE OPILIO CRAB GROUNDS...
LOOK AT THIS.
40 TO 55, 17 TO 31-FOOT.
...IN THE AFTERMATH
OF AN ARCTIC HURRICANE...
THAT'S BIG.
THAT WAS NOT THE FORECAST.
I DON'T WANT TO BE OUT HERE.
I'M SORRY.
...NEWS SPREADS OF A SECOND,
LARGER STORM ON THE WAY.
IF YOU'RE OUT HERE
THE NEXT COUPLE MONTHS,
YOU'RE GONNA GET HIT
BY SOMETHING BIG.
HOPE YOU'RE IN THE RIGHT PLACE
AND NOT HALFWAY
TO RUSSIA LIKE WE ARE.
Narrator:
WITH FEW CRABS LEFT, CAPTAINS
MUST USE THIS SMALL WINDOW
TO CATCH WHAT THEY CAN
AND GET OUT.
Keith: THIS LAST LOW PRESSURE
THAT CAME THROUGH HERE
JUST OPENED UP THE EQUIVALENT
OF HURRICANE ALLEY.
THEY'RE GONNA KEEP COMING
EVERY TWO TO THREE DAYS,
ONE STORM AFTER ANOTHER
AFTER ANOTHER.
**
Narrator:
ON THE 107-FOOT SAGA...
Man: BOO!
Jake: WE'RE NOT EVEN
GETTING THE 75, 100.
I THINK IT'S A CURSE.
Narrator:
CAPTAIN JAKE ANDERSON HAS YET TO
FIND A PRODUCTIVE PATCH OF CRAB.
Jake:
THIS IS A [BLEEP] NIGHTMARE.
THE LAST SEASON,
I CAME UP SHORT ON MY QUOTA.
I TOTALLY BOMBED.
EVERY YEAR I FISH OPIES.
THE POTS DON'T SEEM
TO DO VERY WELL.
SO RIGHT NOW, WE'RE GONNA HAUL
OUR LAST STRING OF THE NIGHT.
HOPEFULLY I'M SURPRISED,
AND I CAN JUST PUT IT BACK
IN THE WATER.
Narrator:
ADDING TO THE SKIPPER'S WOES,
A CREW THAT'S FADING FAST.
MY GUYS ARE TIRED.
AND DEAN'S BACK ON DECK.
Dean:
YEAH, PUT SOME CRAB ON THE BOAT.
JUST PUT US ON THE CRAB.
I'LL PUT 'EM WHEREVER YOU WANT.
I KNEW IT WAS A GOOD CHOICE
TO BRING DEAN ON DECK.
I WASN'T GONNA GO FOUR-MAN.
AND HE KNEW
I WASN'T GONNA FIRE HIM.
Narrator:
FOR THE LAST THREE MONTHS...
WE'RE JUST GONNA SIT AT THE BUOY
BAG UNTIL HE SHUTS HIS MOUTH.
I HAVEN'T BEEN TALKING!
GET OFFA MY DECK!
OR YOU'RE [BLEEP] FIRED.
JAKE HAS BEEN IN
A POWER STRUGGLE
WITH SENIOR DECKHAND
DEAN GRIBBLE.
Jake:
I DON'T WANT TO GET RID OF HIM.
DEAN KNOWS IT, I KNOW IT.
THESE ARE MY GUYS.
AS MUCH AS THEY SUCK,
THEY'RE MINE.
SO I HAVE TO TRAIN THEM IN MY
IMAGE AND THAT'S MY CHALLENGE.
THEY ALL KNOW
I'M NOT GONNA FIRE 'EM.
THEY HAVE TO DO SOMETHING
VERY SPECTACULAR --
REALLY SPECTACULAR.
Narrator: WITH ONE STRING LEFT
BEFORE CALLING IT A NIGHT...
Jake: I NEED EVERYTHING TO RUN
EFFICIENTLY AND SMOOTHLY.
...THE SKIPPER COUNTS ON
HIS CREW
TO HOLD IT TOGETHER
FOR THE FINAL PUSH.
THANK YOU.
AWESOME.
DO I THINK IT'S GONNA
DO ANYTHING?
I DON'T KNOW.
-[ LAUGHS ]
-MAN [BLEEP] CRAB, BABY!
[BLEEP] YEAH!
[ LAUGHS ] THAT'S A GOOD POT
FOR 2017 OPIES ON THE WEST SIDE.
IT'S PROBABLY 200, 250, MAYBE.
OH, YEAH, THERE'S CRAB IN HERE.
WHOO!
PROBABLY A COUPLE
HUNDRED HERE, I BET.
NICE GOOD, CLEAN COUNT.
I LIKE IT.
OH, YEAH.
I SEE CRAB.
Men: WHOO!
JUST IN THE NICK OF TIME, FOLKS.
I CAN'T EVEN EAT, DUDE.
MY STOMACH'S IN KNOTS.
[ LAUGHS ]
[ GULL SQUAWKING ]
[BLEEP] YEAH!
[BLEEP] YEAH!
Narrator: AFTER HAULING THE LAST
OF THE STRING...
WHOO-HOO-HOO-HOO!
YEAH!
...THE EXHAUSTED CREW
LOOKS FORWARD
TO A LITTLE R&R.
I'M REALLY [BLEEP] HOT,
SO JUST LETTING EVERYBODY KNOW,
WE'RE HAULING ONE MORE
STRING AFTER THIS ONE.
Man: OH, HELL NO!
Narrator: BUT TO TAKE ADVANTAGE
OF HIS NEW HOT SPOT...
JAKE MUST HAUL AND RESET THE
STRING BEFORE THE CRAB MOVE ON.
THEY THOUGHT WE WERE
GONNA BE DONE, WHICH I TOLD 'EM,
WE'RE GONNA HAUL THIS 12-POTTER,
AND WE'LL BE DONE.
THEN WE RAN INTO CRAB.
OH, NO.
[BLEEP]
TWO MILES.
Dean: A LOT SMALLS --
THE HOLD WAS LIKE HALF AND HALF.
I COULD SEE IT FROM HERE.
EAT SOMETHING, YOU GOT FOUR --
YOU GOT THREE MILES.
THREE MILES ON THIS BOAT
IS LIKE OVER 20 MINUTES.
SO NOW WE'RE SEEING CRAB,
SO WHAT, AM I SUPPOSED
TO JUST SIT ON THIS?
BE A [BLEEP] TEAMMATE, DUDE.
I AM NOT YOUR TEAMMATE,
I AM YOUR CAPTAIN!
WHATEVER, DUDE.
YOU TALK TO ME LIKE YOU
BEEN FISHING FOR 20 YEARS
AND CAPTAINING FOR 20 YEARS,
YOU HAVEN'T.
I HAD TO EARN MY SPOT
ON A [BLEEP] CRAB BOAT.
WHAT ABOUT YOU, BITCH?!
I WORKED FROM
THE FACTORY UP.
-GET OUTTA HERE!
-MY TWO WEEKS --
GET THE [BLEEP]
OUTTA MY WHEELHOUSE!
STAY IN BED,
I DON'T CARE!
I'M GONNA KEEP
HAULIN' GEAR!
Jake:
COMING INTO MY WHEELHOUSE,
ALL BECAUSE HE WANTED
TO GO TO SLEEP.
NOW HE'S QUESTIONING MY JUDGMENT
AND MY ABILITY TO BE A SKIPPER.
AND THAT'S -- YOU WENT TOO FAR.
Narrator: 220 MILES NORTHWEST,
NEAR THE RUSSIAN BORDER.
**
Johnathan:
WE'RE A LONG WAYS FROM HOME.
WE'RE 620 MILES
FROM DUTCH HARBOR.
ICE CHUNKS ARE COMING OUT MY ASS
RIGHT NOW, SO GOTTA GO WORK.
Narrator:
...ON THE TIME BANDIT.
WE GOTTA GET THESE CRAB
IN THE TANKS REAL [BLEEP] FAST.
IT'S SO COLD OUT HERE.
RACING THE ONCOMING STORM.
I'M HOPING LIKE HELL THAT
THOSE POTS WE DUMP HAVE CRAB.
Narrator:
CAPTAIN JOHNATHAN HILLSTRAND
IS ANXIOUS TO HIT THE CRAB
BEFORE THE WEATHER
SHUTS HIM DOWN.
THESE GUYS HAVE WORKED SO HARD
AND HAVE DONE SO MUCH TO GET
WHERE WE'RE AT RIGHT NOW.
THEY DESERVE A GOOD ONE,
YOU KNOW.
AND THIS BEING MY LAST SEASON,
PLEASE, GOD, GIVE ME A GOOD ONE.
PLEASE.
SO PULLING THIS POT'S GONNA
GIVE US A LITTLE SNEAK PEEK
OF WHAT WE HAVE IN OUR GEAR.
Man: GET THAT THING!
FIRST POT, SEE WHAT IT HAS.
[ ROPE SQUEAKING ]
COME ON, POT.
COME ON, BABY.
OH, [BLEEP] YEAH, BABY!
-YEAH!
-YEAH!
YEAH! YEAH!
YEAH!
-WHOO!
-[BLEEP] YEAH!
YEAH!
WE GOT CRAB POTS.
WE'VE GOT CRAB!
CRAB, CRAB, CRAB,
CRAB, CRAB, CRAB.
[BLEEP] A.
IT'S PRETTY SEXY.
Johnathan: LOOKS PRETTY GOOD.
I BET YOU THERE'S MORE
THAN 20 IN THIS POT,
SO SHE'S LOOKIN' GOOD.
**
I WANT A CRAB COUNT,
AND I WANT IT NOW!
WE GOT 440!
-4-4-0!
-YEAH, OKAY!
4-4-0, BABY!
WHOO-HOO!
BIG, CLEAN CRAB.
THIS ONE LOOKS LIKE
IT'S GOT SOME WEIGHT IN IT.
[ ROPE SQUEAKING ]
THAT'S A FLOATER, OH, YEAH.
-[BLEEP] YEAH!
-YEAH!
-YEAH, BABY!
-YEAH!
THIS IS A CHUCKER,
HALF CHUCKER, DUDE.
IT'S ANOTHER 600, I THINK.
THIS IS A GOOD ONE.
OH, OH!
THIS IS A GOOD ONE!
**
SON OF A GUN!
IT'S A HALF CHUCKER!
LET'S GO!
[ VOCALIZES ]
GO, GO, GO, GO!
HEY!
6-7-0.
670!
670, YEAH!
670, HIGH POT OF THE SEASON.
Narrator: 670 CRAB ISN'T JUST
THE TIME BANDIT'S HIGH POT.
HOLY MOLY, MY HAIR'S
STANDING ON MY NECK!
Narrator: IT'S THE LARGEST ONE
THE FLEET'S SEEN ALL YEAR.
WHOO-HOO-HOO!
THANK YOU, JESUS.
THANK YOU, BYE BYE KITTY.
[BLEEP] YEAH, BABY!
COMING UP!
WOW!
THAT IS GOOD CRAB FISHING!
WHOO!
-YEAH, BABY!
[ PHONE RINGING ]
-ANDY.
-HEY, JOHN.
WE'RE GETTING SOME GOOD NUMBERS.
I'M SO HAPPY RIGHT NOW, I DON'T
EVEN KNOW WHAT TO TELL YOU.
Narrator: THROWING COLD WATER
ON THE CELEBRATION...
...NEWS FROM BROTHER
ANDY HILLSTRAND.
THE STORM IS CLOSING IN FAST.
[BLEEP]
HOW CAN IT CHANGE LIKE THAT?
LIKE -- LIKE IN A DAY?
I MIGHT RUN TO THE
ST. MATTHEW ISLAND,
IT'S 16 HOURS,
AND THROW THE HOOK OUT.
YEAH.
OKAY, ANDY.
OKAY, I GOTTA ROLL.
I GOTTA ROLL, BROTHER.
I GOTTA PULL GEAR
AS FAST AS I CAN.
THANKS, ANDY,
I'LL CALL YOU LATER.
YEP, YEP.
THANK YOU, THANK YOU, THANK YOU,
THANK YOU, THANK YOU.
-IT'S ALL GOOD.
-OKAY, BYE.
THAT'S A
SEXY-LOOKING TABLE!
Johnathan:
THAT'S A LOT OF CRAB!
BUT THERE'S A STORM.
GOT A HUGE STORM STOPPING ME.
-OUT OF TIME...
-OKAY, GUYS.
YEAH, BABY!
...THE VETERAN CAPTAIN
MAKES THE CALL TO SHUT IT DOWN.
Johnathan: I'M GONNA TURN AND
HEAD STRAIGHT TOWARD THE ISLAND
AS FAST I CAN
BEFORE IT BLOWS UP.
MY BRO TOLD ME
ALL HELL'S COMING.
IT IS.
[ WIND HOWLING ]
Narrator: 440 MILES
NORTHWEST OF DUTCH HARBOR...
...ON THE 125-FOOT NORTHWESTERN.
THIS IS THE CALM
BEFORE THE STORM,
THERE'S NO QUESTION ABOUT IT.
THEY'VE FORECAST NOW 55-KNOT
WINDS WITH 31-FOOT SEAS.
IT'S COMING.
Narrator:
WITH THE STORM CLOSING IN...
OH, BOY.
YEAH, THIS COULD BE
A GRIND FROM HERE ON IN.
...CAPTAIN SIG HANSEN PREPARES
FOR THE WORST.
[ BANGING ]
Sig: TOOK A LOT OF ICE.
VERY COLD, A LOT OF SPRAY.
40, 50-KNOT GUSTS, AND YOU KNOW,
JUST JOGGING INTO IT,
TOOK A LOT OF SPRAY.
Narrator: THE FIRST TASK,
GET THE FIVE TONS OF
DESTABILIZING ICE OFF THE BOAT
BEFORE THE WEATHER PICKS UP.
THERE'S AT LEAST,
I DON'T KNOW, HALF A FOOT,
SIX INCHES' WORTH EVERYWHERE.
Sig: WE'RE GONNA DEICE,
PROBABLY DEICE SOME MORE.
GONNA BE A ROUGH WINTER.
[ BANGING ]
JUST THAT ON THE CRANE
WAS JUST FROM
THE LAST FEW HOURS.
WATCH OUT.
[ BANGING ]
ALL RIGHT.
Narrator:
TO SPEED UP THE PROCESS...
[ JACKHAMMER WHIRRING ]
Man: YEAH!
Narrator: ...THE CREW
PULLS OUT THE BIG GUN.
YEAH, BRING ON THE TERMINATOR.
WE GOT A LITTLE JACKHAMMER
CALLED THE TERMINATOR.
IT'S A GROUND BIT WITH A POINT,
SO IT JUST STARTS
GETTING INTO THE ICE.
OH, YEAH, NOW WE'RE DOING IT!
[ JACKHAMMER WHIRS ]
THANK YOU, GUYS.
VERY NICELY DONE,
VERY NICELY DONE.
THAT WAS AWESOME.
Narrator: WITH THE DANGEROUS
WEIGHT OFF THE BOAT...
FIRST POT'S COMING UP.
HOPEFULLY SOMETHING IN IT.
Narrator: THE CREW WILL LOAD
AS MUCH CRAB INTO THE TANKS
AS THEY CAN BEFORE
THEY'RE FORCED
TO GET OUT OF HARM'S WAY.
WE NEED THESE POTS TO HIT.
IT'S GONNA BLOW 55 TOMORROW.
[ GEAR WHIRRING ]
-OH, NO!
-OH, NO!
OH, MY [BLEEP].
NOT VERY PROMISING.
BUT WE'LL SEE.
NEXT ONE WILL TELL
THE WHOLE STORY.
WE NEED MORE THAN THAT.
Man: YEAH.
NEED A LOT MORE.
STACK THAT ONE.
[ BANG ]
WE'RE GONNA TAKE THIS STRING
A LITTLE BIT SHALLOWER.
YOU JUST GOTTA MANIPULATE
YOUR GEAR, MOVE FORWARD,
AND SEE IF YOU CAN'T
BEAT THAT WEATHER.
Narrator: WITH LITTLE TIME
BEFORE THE STORM HITS,
THE VETERAN CAPTAIN WILL MAKE
ONE MORE MOVE BEFORE HE RUNS.
THE 40-YEAR-OLD ME WOULD HAVE
THOUGHT A LITTLE DIFFERENT
ABOUT FIGHTING THE WEATHER
AND STAYING OUT HERE.
BUT AS YOU GET OLDER,
MY PRIORITIES ARE
A LITTLE BIT DIFFERENT.
I DON'T WANT TO HURT THE BOAT.
THE BOAT IS 40 YEARS OLD NOW,
IT'S HER BIRTHDAY, YOU KNOW,
AND IT'S NOT LIKE SHE'S
GETTING ANY YOUNGER, EITHER.
[ SEAGULLS SQUAWKING ]
Narrator: 20 MILES SOUTH...
-WHOO!
-WHOO-HOO!
Narrator:
...ABOARD THE SAGA.
YEAH, BABY!
YEAH.
OKAY, HANNES IS IN IT.
HE UNDERSTANDS.
THAT'S 400.
Narrator:
24 HOURS INTO A HAUL...
THIS IS WHY I'M HAULING AND NOT
GOING TO SLEEP LIKE DEAN WANTS.
Narrator: CAPTAIN JAKE ANDERSON
PUSHES HIS CREW'S ENDURANCE
TO FILL HIS TANKS.
-I WANT TO GO HOME.
-WHOO!
THERE'S SEVEN MORE POTS,
I'LL PICK SEVEN MORE,
AND THEN I'M GONNA RUN
TO THE OTHER END.
**
Narrator: DECKHAND DEAN GRIBBLE
JUST AIN'T DIGGIN' THE WAY
HIS CAPTAIN RUNS THE BOAT.
THEY'LL BE EITHER CRAB IN,
THEN YOU HAUL 'EM.
OR THERE WON'T BE CRAB IN 'EM,
AND YOU'LL HAUL 'EM
AND MOVE 'EM.
Jake:
IT'S THE JOB AS A CREW MEMBER
JUST TO HAUL THE GEAR,
NOT QUESTION IT.
NOW THAT I'M ON THE CRAB,
OF COURSE
I'M GONNA HAUL ANOTHER ONE.
-YEAH! BOY!
-WE GOT THE CRAB!
**
[BLEEP]
Narrator:
FATIGUE STARTS TO TAKE ITS TOLL.
[BLEEP]
AND CREWMAN KYLE SAMPLE
CHOKES ON THE HOOK.
[BLEEP]
[BLEEP] THIS.
ALL RIGHT,
IT'S GOTTA STOP, DUDE.
THIS STOPS NOW.
Narrator: AS DEAN TAKES A STAND
AGAINST THE CAPTAIN...
THE REST OF THE CREW
TAKES A STAND AGAINST DEAN.
WE'RE ON THE [BLEEP] CRAB,
DID YOU FORGET THAT?
WHEN YOU RUN INTO CRAB,
WHAT ARE YOU GONNA DO?
GET OFF, GET OFF.
GET OFF THE DECK!
EVERYBODY, REMOVE THAT
[BLEEP] RIGHT NOW!
GET OFF [BLEEP] GEAR, DUDE.
[BLEEP] GEAR.
GET OFF THE DECK!
STOP NOW!
GET OFF!
GET THE [BLEEP] OFF OF MY DECK!
GO!
[BLEEP] [BLEEP] [BLEEP]
[ WIND HOWLING ]
Jake: GET HIM OFF THE DECK!
Narrator: ON THE SAGA...
GET OFF THE DECK!
EVERYBODY, REMOVE THAT
[BLEEP] RIGHT NOW!
Narrator: CAPTAIN JAKE ANDERSON
IS IN A BATTLE OF WILLS
WITH DECKHAND DEAN GRIBBLE.
GET OFF THE DECK!
STOP NOW! GET OFF!
GET THE [BLEEP]
OFFA MY DECK!
GO!
[BLEEP] [BLEEP] STOP!
KNOCK IT OFF!
[BLEEP] GUYS, STOP HIM!
-I [BLEEP]
-WHOA, WHOA, WHOA, WHOA, WHOA!
-HEY!
-[BLEEP] GET OFF THE DECK!
GO!
YOU'RE FIRED.
YOU'RE FIRED.
-GO!
-[BLEEP] OFF.
-BEAT IT! KNOCK IT OFF!
-[BLEEP]
-GET OFF MY DECK, DEAN!
-[BLEEP]
-[ ALL SHOUTING ]
HAVE A [BLEEP] BACKBONE!
THAT'S IT.
HE'S FIRED.
THIS GUY IS A DANGER.
RIGHT NOW, HE'S GONNA COME UP
AND TRY TO START A FIGHT.
-HE'S SAYING IT'S MY FAULT --
-GET OUTTA MY WHEELHOUSE.
IF YOU DON'T GET OUT
OF MY WHEELHOUSE,
I'LL CALL THE COAST GUARD,
AND I'LL HAVE YOU ARRESTED.
-REALLY?
-YEAH.
I'M TRYING TO WORK HERE.
LET'S HAUL GEAR.
WE'RE FINALLY ON
THE [BLEEP] NUMBERS.
GET OUTTA MY FACE!
LEAVE MY WHEELHOUSE NOW,
OR WILL GO TO MARITIME LAW.
THREATENING ME
WITH MARITIME LAW?
WOW, DUDE.
YEAH, 'CAUSE OBVIOUSLY
NOTHING ELSE WORKS,
YOU DUMB [BLEEP].
[BLEEP] HOW THICK IS
HIS [BLEEP] SKULL?
**
I DON'T LIKE THAT GUY.
I GOT MORE RESPECT FOR THAT MAN
UP THERE IN THAT WHEELHOUSE
THAN I DO THIS JERK...
THAT'S BEEN [BLEEP]
MY [BLEEP] WHOLE TRIP UP.
WE STARTED YELLING AT EACH
OTHER, AND NEXT THING YOU KNOW,
EVERYONE'S YELLING
AT EACH OTHER,
AND HE'S GIVING JAKE [BLEEP]
AND I'M SICK OF HIM
GIVING JAKE [BLEEP]
YOU KNOW,
JAKE'S OUR CAPTAIN, DUDE.
SOONER OR LATER,
THERE COMES A TIME
YOU GOTTA TAKE
THE CAPTAIN'S BACK.
WE'RE GOING IN.
PUT ALL THE [BLEEP]
AWAY, TIGHTEN IT UP.
WE'RE GOING INTO ST. PAUL.
SO, SET WHAT WE HAVE ON DECK,
AND I GUESS WE'RE GOING
TO ST. PAUL TO DROP DEAN OFF.
IT'S JUST, I NEED TO GET RID OF
THE CANCER AS SOON AS POSSIBLE.
**
Narrator: 395 MILES SOUTHEAST...
[ WAVES CRASHING ]
...THE 450-MILE-WIDE
ARCTIC HURRICANE
HAS ARRIVED IN DUTCH HARBOR.
Sean: I'M 200 YARDS OFF
THE BEACH THERE,
AND I REALLY CAN'T
EVEN SEE THE DOCK.
THE WEATHER SUCKS.
I NEED TO TRY TO FIND
A PLACE TO TIE UP.
Narrator: HEADING TO OFFLOAD
100,000 POUNDS OF COD,
CAPTAIN SEAN DWYER
MUST NOT ONLY DOCK
IN HURRICANE-FORCE WINDS...
IT'S BLOWING LIKE 75.
MAKES IT HARD TO TIE UP.
A LOT OF BOATS ARE IN TOWN.
Narrator: HE MUST ALSO NAVIGATE
A FULL HARBOR.
Sean:
THERE'S NOWHERE TO TIE IT UP.
I'M NOT GONNA GO TIE UP
ALONGSIDE ANOTHER BOAT.
BOUNCING AROUND.
WE'RE GONNA TAKE A LOOK
AT THE POT DOCK.
I'M GONNA START HEADING IN,
SO WHOEVER'S GONNA JUMP...
THAT'S ME!
[ WIND HOWLING ]
THERE'S A POT
DOCK HERE THAT'S OPEN,
BUT THERE'S NOBODY OVER HERE
TO CATCH OUR LINE,
SO I'M GONNA HAVE
TO JUMP ACROSS.
Narrator:
DECKHAND KYLE CRAIG WILL ATTEMPT
TO MAKE THE JUMP FROM THE BOAT
TO THE ICY DOCK.
Kyle:
ALL THIS IN THE NAME OF CODFISH!
THE WIND IS WHIRLWINDING, KIND
OF EDDYING AROUND THE DOCK HERE.
SO, IT'S ACTUALLY
BLOWING ME OFF THE DOCK.
**
-IT'S TEN FEET.
-YOU GOTTA HELP GUIDE ME.
**
WE'RE ALMOST THERE,
BUT THAT'S ICY!
[ WIND HOWLING ]
Sean: BITCH.
IT'S BLOWING ME OFF THE DOCK.
[ YELLS ]
**
Man: WHOA.
-WHOO!
-YEAH!
KYLE'S ON THE DOCK.
SWING IT!
**
Man: GO THAT WAY, KYLE!
Sean: PULL IT IN!
PULL IT IN!
GIVE ME A [BLEEP]
LINE ON THE DOCK.
**
I CAN'T SEE!
[ WIND HOWLS ]
NOT GONNA WORK.
CAN'T GET ON THE DOCK.
THE WIND'S PUSHING ME OFF OF IT.
Narrator:
DOCKING PROVES TOO RISKY.
SO THE CAPTAIN WILL HAVE TO HEAD
BACK INTO THE HARBOR AND WAIT.
NOW I GOTTA PULL IN AND GET KYLE
'CAUSE I CAN'T TIE UP
TO THIS DOCK.
Kyle: I DON'T KNOW HOW THIS
IS GONNA WORK.
I'M GONNA CATCH YOU.
WHOA!
HAIRY, BRO!
HAIRY!
IT'S JUST TOO ROUGH OUT
TO GET IN THERE SAFELY
AND GET TIED UP,
SO WE'RE GONNA JOG.
WE'RE GONNA SECURE
THE DECK RIGHT NOW.
Sean: JUST GONNA JOG.
TWO HOURS OF JOGGING.
Narrator: THE BRENNA A BECOMES
THE STORM'S FIRST VICTIM.
SCREWED ME OVER BIG TIME.
THIS IS GONNA BE
OUR BIGGEST STORM OF THE SEASON.
**
Narrator: 430 MILES NORTHWEST...
ON THE NORTHWESTERN.
WOW, THAT GETS DIRTY FAST.
**
OKAY.
WHY AM I RUSHING?
I'M SUPPOSED TO BE RELAXED.
OH, I GOTTA STOP THAT [BLEEP]
I GOT TO NOT STRESS.
[ SIGHS ]
OKAY, COME ON, HANSEN,
GET YOUR [BLEEP] TOGETHER.
RIGHT NOW, I COULD SEE
THE WIND HAS TURNED,
AND THAT JUST MEANS THAT
THE WEATHER IS ON TRACK.
WE NEED TO GET OUT OF HERE,
LIKE, NOW.
HURRY UP AND GET TO TOWN
BECAUSE WE DO HAVE
A 55-KNOT WIND COMING.
Narrator: AFTER STRIKING OUT ON
THE GROUNDS JUST 18 HOURS AGO...
HOPE FOR THE BEST HERE.
NEED TO PUT SOME CRAB
ON THE BOAT FAST.
...CAPTAIN SIG HANSEN MOVED
HIS POTS TO SHALLOWER WATERS,
HOPING TO SAVE HIS TRIP
BEFORE THE STORM SENDS HIM
RUNNING FOR COVER.
WE'RE GONNA GET UP TO 50 HERE,
THEN TRY TO GET 'EM ON.
WITHOUT GETTING [BLEEP] UP.
HOPEFULLY
THESE NUMBERS ARE GOOD.
-DON'T MISS.
-I HEAR THAT.
**
Sig: THIS IS MAKE OR BREAK!
COME ON, BABY!
COME ON!
[ WIND HOWLING ]
**
Narrator: ON THE NORTHWESTERN...
COME ON, BABY!
COME ON!
Man: COME ON, COME ON, COME ON,
COME ON, COME ON!
[ GROANS ]
OH, YEAH, BABY!
-YEAH, BUDDY!
-YEAH?
YEAH?
-WHOO!
-YEAH!
-OH, YEAH, THAT LOOKS GOOD.
-WHOO!
Narrator: WITH AN ARCTIC
HURRICANE FAST APPROACHING,
CAPTAIN SIG'S LAST-MINUTE
MOVE LOOKS PROMISING.
I'M VERY HAPPY SO FAR.
THERE'S LIFE.
HOPEFULLY, IT WILL
CONTINUE HERE.
YEAH!
YEAH!
-NICE CRAB!
-[ LAUGHS ] YEAH!
-WHOO!
-HELL, YEAH!
YEAH!
Sig: AAH! COME ON!
[ BOAT CREAKING ]
-OH, BOY.
-OH, [BLEEP]
[BLEEP] GET A HOLD, MAN.
POTS ARE COMING UP REAL GOOD.
A COUPLE A HUNDRED,
A BUCK AND A HALF, TWO BUCKS.
SO, WE'RE GONNA KEEP FIGHTING
THROUGH THESE WINDS HERE.
YEAH!
YEAH!
WHOO!
[BLEEP]
**
Narrator: AFTER AN EXHAUSTING
8-HOUR, 75-POT GRIND...
ALL RIGHT,
THAT WAS THE LAST POT.
I DON'T KNOW IF I HAVE TIME
TO HAUL ANOTHER STRING,
SO WE'RE OUTTA HERE.
Narrator: SIG SECURES THE DECK
AND HEADS FOR SAFE HARBOR.
Sig: HOPEFULLY, WE GOT 50,000
POUNDS TO SHOW FOR IT.
IT'S NOT A LOT, BUT I DON'T WANT
TO GET STUCK HALFWAY
BETWEEN HERE AND THE ISLAND
IN 55-KNOT WINDS
IF I CAN HELP IT.
IF YOU'RE OUT IN THE STORM,
THE BOAT'S GETTING BEAT,
AND THE CREW'S GETTING BEAT,
AND BAD THINGS HAPPEN.
[ SEAGULLS CRY ]
WE NEED TO GET THE HECK
OUTTA HERE.
[ WIND HOWLING ]
Narrator: 150 MILES SOUTHEAST...
[ WIND HOWLS, BOAT CREAKS ]
Keith: THE CALM BETWEEN
THE STORMS IS OVER.
Narrator:
...ABOARD THE 155-FOOT WIZARD.
Keith: THE WEATHER HAS KICKED
BACK INTO GEAR,
AND WE GOTTA START HAULING GEAR
IN [BLEEP] WEATHER.
Narrator:
CAPTAIN KEITH COLBURN AND CREW
ARE NEXT IN LINE
TO TAKE THE PUNCH OF
THE ONCOMING STORM.
**
Keith: THE LAST ONE
DIDN'T SHUT US DOWN.
HOPEFULLY,
THIS ONE WON'T, EITHER.
BUT YOU KNOW, I'VE GOT
SOME GEAR TO HAUL
BEFORE THIS STORM SETS IN.
AND OVER HERE ON
THE WESTERN EDGE,
IT'S THE LAST STRING
ON OUR SECOND SET.
YEP.
Keith: THERE'S NOT MUCH CRAB
FOR US TO GO GET.
QUOTA'S BEEN CUT IN HALF.
I REALLY NEED TO SEE
SOMETHING DOWN THERE.
ALL RIGHT, WELL,
LET'S CHARGE IN AND SEE
HOW FAST WE CAN GET GOING.
HANG ON, IT MIGHT
GET A LITTLE SLOPPY.
JUST KEEP YOUR HEADS UP.
[ WIND HOWLING ]
IT IS NOW OFFICIALLY
BLOWING 50 MILES AN HOUR.
THE WAVES ARE STARTING TO BUILD.
PROBABLY 25-FOOTERS.
WE'RE GONNA GET
BEAT UP OUT HERE.
Man: HERE WE GO.
Keith: COME ON, CRAB!
COME ON!
I DON'T WANT TO PUT
THE WHAMMY ON US.
[ TAPPING RHYTHMICALLY ]
COME ON, CRAB.
WAAH-WAAH-WAAH.
DOG GONE IT.
YEAH,
PRETTY SLIM PICKINGS HERE.
**
Man: 6-5.
OKAY, I CAN DO BETTER THAN THAT.
Narrator:
IF KEITH'S POTS DON'T HIT...
Keith: PRAY FOR CRAB.
Narrator: ...HE'LL BE FACED
WITH A DANGEROUS
STACK AND MOVE IN BUILDING SEAS.
A COUPLE HUNDRED, MAN,
JUST A COUPLE HUNDRED.
**
Man:
WE NEED MORE THAN THIS, CHIEF!
[ SIGHS ]
THIS IS NOT GOOD.
WE'RE NOT GETTING WHAT WE NEED.
HAVEN'T FOUND WHAT
WE'RE LOOKIN' FOR.
I GOT SOME GEAR TO MOVE.
I GOTTA GET IT MOVED
BEFORE THIS STORM SETS IN.
43 POTS TO STACK, GUYS, 43.
Narrator: THE LOW NUMBERS LEAVE
KEITH WITH ONLY ONE CHOICE.
STACK, MOVE,
AND FACE THE BRUNT OF THE STORM.
THE LAST THING I WANT TO DO
IS GET PINNED DOWN WITH GEAR
THAT'S EITHER NOT FISHING
BECAUSE IT'S ON THE BOTTOM
WITH NOTHING OR NOT FISHING
BECAUSE IT'S ON THE DECK,
AND IT'S TOO DANGEROUS TO SET.
[ WAVES CRASHING ]
IT'S GONNA
GET A LOT GNARLIER THAN THIS.
YOU KNOW WHAT?
I CAN'T AFFORD ANY MORE DELAYS.
DOWN A COUPLE POTS,
SEEM TO BE SHIFTING AROUND.
PRETTY [BLEEP] OUT HERE
THE LAST COUPLE HOURS.
GOTTA GET THE BOAT UP
TO A LITTLE BIT OF SPEED HERE
SO I CAN GET UP
TO THIS STRING.
[ ENGINE SPUTTERING ]
OH, WE'RE OUT OF [BLEEP]
I GOT NOTHING HERE.
[ SQUEAKING ]
I'VE LOST --
I'VE LOST AIR CONTROLS.
OKAY, GUYS, YOU KNOW WHAT?
I'M DEAD IN THE WATER HERE.
I'VE LOST MY AIR CONTROLS.
GET THE CRAB DOWN.
JUST LEAVE THE POT WHERE IT IS,
AND LET'S GET OFF DECK,
ALL RIGHT?
[ SEAGULLS CRY ]
TOM, TOM, HEY, I NEED YOU
IN THE ENGINE ROOM.
I'VE LOST CONTROLS UP HERE.
MY THROTTLE CONTROLS ARE DOWN.
OKAY, NOW IT'S BLOWING
50 MILES AN HOUR.
THE LAST THING I NEED IS TO BE
SITTING HERE, DEAD IN THE WATER.
[ WIND HOWLING ]
Narrator: ON THE TIME BANDIT...
* ISN'T IT WONDERFUL *
COME ON, GUYS.
THANK YOU, "WEATHERMAN."
[ LAUGHS ]
Narrator: AFTER BEING FORCED
FROM THE GROUNDS
BY THE SECOND ARCTIC
HURRICANE OF THE SEASON...
NOTHING AGAINST THE WEATHER GUY,
BUT HE CAN BE WRONG 80%
OF THE TIME AND KEEP THEIR JOB.
Narrator: CAPTAIN JOHNATHAN
HILLSTRAND TAKES ISSUE
NOT JUST WITH THE WEATHER,
BUT WITH THE WEATHERMAN.
"WINDS FROM 10 TO 55 KNOTS."
OF COURSE, I'M NEVER GONNA
GET THE WEATHER WRONG THEN.
IT MIGHT SNOW, IT MIGHT RAIN.
IT MIGHT BE SUNNY.
HE NAILED IT AGAIN.
HOW DOES HE NAIL
IT AGAIN LIKE THAT?
[ CHUCKLES ] THAT GUY'S GOOD.
Narrator: THE TIME BANDIT STILL
ENJOYS THE RUSSIAN LARGESS,
BUT THE NASTY WEATHER
MAY PUT A BUG IN THEIR BORSCHT.
Narrator: ON THE WIZARD...
Keith: TOM, TOM, HEY, I NEED YOU
IN THE ENGINE ROOM.
I'VE LOST CONTROLS UP HERE.
MY THROTTLE CONTROLS ARE DOWN.
IT'S BLOWING 50 MILES AN HOUR.
THE LAST THING I NEED IS TO BE
SITTING HERE DEAD IN THE WATER.
Narrator:
UNABLE TO CONTROL PROPULSION,
CAPTAIN KEITH COLBURN HAS NO WAY
TO POSITION THE BOAT
IN HEAVY SEAS.
ANY TIME YOU LOSE
YOUR THROTTLE CONTROLS,
YOU'RE BASICALLY DRIFTING.
SO RIGHT NOW, WE'RE JUST GONNA
SIT HERE AND PROBABLY --
I DON'T KNOW HOW LONG
IT'S GONNA TAKE HIM
TO GET A FIX...
Narrator:
ENGINEER TOM MARCISSO'S
INITIAL DIAGNOSIS,
AN AIR LEAK ON
THE THROTTLE CONTROLS.
Keith:
THERE'S A VERY COMPLEX SYSTEM
OF AIR CONTROLS
THAT ARE ALL INTERTWINED,
AND IF ONE OF THOSE GOES DOWN,
WE LOSE ONE OF THE SYSTEMS.
[ WAVES CRASHING ]
Keith: THE FACT THAT WE'RE NOT
JUST GOING SIDE TO SIDE,
WE'RE PITCHING, YAWING, ROLLING,
TWISTING, TURNING.
LIKE A ROLLERCOASTER RIDE.
NO, NOT GOOD.
[BLEEP] DRIFTING,
AND THE WEATHER'S COMING UP.
YEAH.
WHAT DO WE GOT, TOM?
THE DIRECTIONAL CONTROL VALVE
MISSED O-RING INSIDE OF IT.
Narrator: THE O-RING IS
A RUBBER SEAL THAT KEEPS AIR
FROM LEAKING OUT OF THE HOSES.
RIGHT. RIGHT ON.
Keith: JUST A LITTLE TINY
10-CENT O-RINGS.
AND JUST ONE OF THOSE
O-RINGS GOES,
AND THEN IT'LL CREATE A LEAK.
IT'LL PASS AIR
INSTEAD OF USING THE AIR.
-YEAH?
-I JUST WENT THROUGH IT AGAIN.
FINGERS CROSSED,
IT SHOULD BE GOOD NOW.
OKAY, I'LL KICK IT AHEAD,
AND LET'S TURN A COUPLE TIMES.
ALL RIGHT.
LET'S SEE IF THIS THING'S
GONNA WORK.
MOMENT OF TRUTH.
ALL RIGHT, OKAY, THANKS,
RIGHT ON, I'M IN GEAR.
Narrator: BACK IN CONTROL,
THE SKIPPER TURNS INTO THE SWELL
AND CONTINUES FISHING.
Keith:
ALL RIGHT, TOM, GOOD JOB, MAN.
IT'S NICE TO BE ABLE
TO DRIVE MY BOAT AGAIN.
Keith:
STILL GOT SOME GEAR WE CAN TRY
AND GET HAULED AND RESET.
WE MANAGED TO BATTLE OUR WAY
THROUGH ONE STORM
WITHOUT GETTING SHUT DOWN.
WE'LL SEE WHAT WE CAN DO
ON THIS ONE.
LET'S HOPE IT DOESN'T GET
AS BAD AS THEY SAY IT IS.
[ WIND HOWLING ]
Narrator: WITH THE ARCTIC
HURRICANE SWELLING
INTO A MASSIVE 467 MILES...
Sean: LAST LITTLE BIT OF COD ON
THE BEACH, OFFLOAD THESE FISH.
Narrator:
...SOME CAPTAINS HUNKER DOWN.
Sean:
WE'RE STILL GONNA WAIT TO LEAVE
BECAUSE I WANT TO LET
THE SWELL DIE DOWN OUT THERE.
THERE'S GONNA BE A LOT OF WAVES,
BIG WEATHER.
Narrator:
OTHERS RUN FOR SAFE HARBOR.
IT'S GONNA BE A STORM
OF EPIC PROPORTIONS.
Narrator: BUT EVERYONE BRACES
FOR THE WORST.
Jake:
AND I GOTTA RACE TO ST. PAUL
BEFORE THE 55-KNOT WINDS HIT.
I CAN OFFLOAD CRAB
AND DEAN AT THE SAME TIME.
Johnathan: I'VE RIDDEN
THESE STORMS OUT BEFORE.
IF YOU'RE LIKE A HALF A DAY
FROM THE ISLAND,
YOU'RE STUPID NOT TO RUN
TO THE ISLAND RIGHT NOW.
THIS IS A [BLEEP] SHIP SINKER.
Man: HOW MANY CANS OF THAT
TOMATO YOU NEED?
SIX, FIVE, TWO?
Narrator:
AND ON THE NORTHWESTERN...
YOU BETTER BE GETTING
BREAD OUT FOR SOMETHING.
[ PHONE DIALING ]
-[ LAUGHS ]
-KNOW WHAT YOU'RE DOING.
[ LAUGHS ]
[ PHONE DIALING ]
[ SPEAKING NORWEGIAN ]
[ LAUGHING ]
OKAY, LOVE YOU, BYE.
I JUST TOOK A NITRO PILL
WHILE I WAS TALKING TO MY WIFE.
SHE'S, LIKE, "TAKE ONE,"
'CAUSE I'M FEELING PAIN
UNDER HERE, HERE,
THEN I'M FEELING ALL TIGHT
AND PAINFUL BACK HERE ON MY BACK
RIGHT IN MY RIB CAGE BACK HERE.
IT'S FREAKIN' ME OUT.
IT'S JUST [BLEEP]
FREAKIN' ME OUT.
JUST DON'T WANT TO STRESS.
I DON'T KNOW
WHAT'S WRONG WITH ME.