Deadliest Catch (2005–…): Season 15, Episode 11 - Deadliest Catch - full transcript
The wrath of Arctic Storm Elsa hits the Cornelia hardest as a breakaway pot thrashes Josh and Casey's crew. Captain Keith orders deckhands onto the stack as Elsa's icy blasts threaten to ...
[ THUNDER RUMBLING ]
♪♪
Keith: YOU KNOW, ELSA TOOK HER
GOOD, SWEET TIME GETTING HERE,
BUT, BOY, SHE'S MAKING
AN ENTRANCE NOW.
♪♪
SHE DOESN'T LOOK LIKE
SHE'S VERY HAPPY.
♪♪
WHOA!
WIND CHILL'S AT -14,
TEMPERATURE'S DOWN TO 16.
THIS DEFINITELY GONNA BE
ONE OF THOSE STORMS
THAT'S LONG AND SUSTAINED,
BECAUSE IT'S SO BIG.
OHH![ METAL CREAKING ]
WHOA, WHOA, WHOA, WHOA,
WHOA, WHOA, WHOA!
[ THUD ]YOU OKAY?
WHOA!
DANG.
OH, WATCH OUT.
-WE GOT OUT OF LINE!
-[BLEEP]!
HANG ON, GUYS, HANG ON.
HANG ON.
OH! WATCH OUT, WATCH OUT!
♪♪
HEY!
♪♪
I'M NOT FISHING. I'M BASICALLY
JUST TRYING TO SURVIVE.
CAPTIONS PAID FOR BY
DISCOVERY COMMUNICATIONS
♪♪
[ WIND HOWLING ]
Narrator: 273 MILES FROM
DUTCH HARBOR,
ABOARD THE SAGA.
♪♪
THE WEATHER'S CRAPPY
WITH A CHANCE OF MORE CRAPPY...
...WITH GUSTS OF MORE CRAPPY.
I THINK IT'S GONNA BE CRAPPY.
AH.
♪♪
Jake:
POUNDING UP AGAINST THE WAVES,
THERE'S WATER PUSHING.
AND WHEN ALL THIS SPRAY
GOES AROUND,
YOU CANNOT SEE
2 FEET IN FRONT OF YOU.
Narrator: CAPTAIN JAKE ANDERSON
CHOSE NOT TO FISH
THE FAR NORTHERN GROUNDS
BY RUSSIA,
BUT ARCTIC STORM ELSA
DECIDED SHE'D REACH DOWN
AND GIVE THEM A SLAP
JUST THE SAME.
Jake:
SHE'S GETTING WITH IT NOW.
ELSA'S AN EVIL WOMAN.
SHE'S GOT WHIPS AND CHAINS.
Narrator: SPAWNED IN THE NORTH,
ELSA HAS GROWN,
NOW BLANKETING THE ENTIRETY
OF THE OPILIO GROUNDS.
HER FRIGID POLAR WINDS
BRING SUB-ZERO TEMPERATURES
AND FREEZING SPRAY TO THE NORTH,
WHILE ON LOWER LATITUDES,
WINDS COVER
A VAST EXPANSE OF OCEAN,
POUNDING THE BOATS IN THE SOUTH
WITH THE LARGEST WAVES
OF THE PAST DECADE,
CREATING A DOUBLE-FISTED
QUEEN OF TERROR.
♪♪
Jake: HERE WE GO.
IT'S THE FIRST POT COMING UP.
IN ORDER FOR ME TO BE
PRODUCTIVE,
THIS BOAT HAS TO PRODUCE
10,000 POUNDS OF CRAB PER DAY.
I NEED QUALITY FIRST,
BUT I DEFINITELY,
IN ORDER TO BUY THE BOAT,
I NEED QUANTITY.
AND I'M NOT WILLING TO
BE OUT HERE FOR TWO MONTHS.
I'M NOT DOING IT ANYMORE.
I HAVE TO REALLY,
REALLY HIT IT BIG NOW.
SO GET 'EM ON FAST.
FIRST POT.
Narrator:
TRAPPED BY THE ANGRY SURGE,
THE YOUNG SKIPPER IS
DEPENDING ON THIS TOWN SOAK
TO KEEP HIS DREAM
OF BOAT OWNERSHIP ALIVE.
♪♪
♪♪
WHOMP, WHOMP, WHOMP!
Jake: [BLEEP] DAMN IT.
[BLEEP]!
THIS IS SMALL. THIS IS SMALL.
95% OF WHAT IT BROUGHT
WAS SMALL.
3-5!
SON OF A [BLEEP] BITCH.
♪♪
-OH, [BLEEP].
-WHOMP, WHOMP.
Jake:
WELL, THAT'S NOT ENOUGH.
NOW IT JUST CONFIRMS
THAT THERE IS NO MORE
MARKETABLE CRAB UP HERE,
AND I NEED TO MOVE SOUTH.
Narrator:
WITH HIS NUMBERS DWINDLING...
THIS AIN'T PAYING THE BILLS.
THIS IS ACTUALLY COSTING MONEY.
...JAKE TURNS SOUTH
WITH HOPES TO GET BACK
ON THE SCENT
OF THE MOVING BIOMASS.
Jake: THE STRATEGY IS
JUST FOLLOW THIS SCHOOL OF CRAB
THAT I FOUND.
HOPEFULLY IT PAYS OFF,
OTHERWISE I'M IN DEEP [BLEEP].
SUCK IT UP, BUTTERCUP.
♪♪
PULL FORWARD, JAKE!
Jake: IT IS
JUST MISERABLE OUT THERE.
Narrator: TO MAKE THE MOVE,
JAKE MUST HAUL AND STACK
ALL 100 POTS,
EXPOSING HIS CREW
TO VIOLENT WINDS
AND TOWERING SEAS.
WHOA!
I JUST WANT TO GET THESE POTS
ON SAFELY, GO RUN SOUTH,
AND KICK SOME SERIOUS ASS.
♪♪
WE GET HER ROLLING.
IT'S DEFINITELY PICKING UP.
IT'S GOING GOOD.
OH, [BLEEP]...
HEY, JUST BE CAREFUL HERE.
HERE COMES A BIG ONE.
WATCH OUT! WATCH OUT!
WATCH OUT!
♪♪
-[ MAN GROANS ]
-[ MAN SHOUTS ]
IS EVERYONE OKAY?
-[ MAN GROANS ]
-[ MAN SHOUTS INDISTINCTLY ]
EVERYBODY OKAY?
[ MAN GROANS ]
[BLEEP]
OH, GOD.
DAMN IT, ELSA.
♪♪
I NEED TO START GETTING CRAB
ON THE BOAT.
COVER GROUND
UNTIL I FIND SOMETHING.
♪♪
Narrator: JUST 40 MILES
NORTHWEST FROM THE SAGA...
♪♪
♪♪
Keith: I THINK
ELSA'S A LITTLE PISSED OFF.
IT'S LIKE SHE'S LATE
TO THE PROM,
SO NOW SHE'S GONNA
MAKE THE BEST OF IT
AND BE THERE
FOR EVERY SINGLE DANCE.
...THE WIZARDBATTLES
THE CHAOTIC SOUTHERN SWELL
KICKED UP BY
THE INTENSIFYING ARCTIC STORM.
[BLEEP].
[BLEEP] DAMN IT.
Keith: THERE'S NOTHING HERE.
RIGHT NOW, MAN,
THIS IS LOOKING PRETTY DISMAL.
2019 HAS NOT BEEN TOO KIND
TO THE COLBURN BROTHERS.
Narrator: AFTER ENDURING
THE DEATH OF HIS FATHER,
MECHANICAL ISSUES,
AND NOW TWO DAYS OF
BAD FISHING...
Keith: I'M TRYING TO GET
THIS GEAR MOVED TO AN AREA
WHERE HOPEFULLY
WE CAN GET WORKING.
...CAPTAIN KEITH COLBURN
CHANGES COURSE.
I'M NOT REAL HAPPY WITH HAVING
TO TRY AND TRAVEL
IN FREEZING SPRAY.
BUT YOU KNOW WHAT?
I DON'T HAVE A CHOICE.
YOU GOT TO FIND SOMEWHERE
TO SET THIS GEAR.
AND I'VE MADE A PRETTY GOOD
LIVING FISHING NORTH
OF THE FLEET,
WAY UP NEAR THE BORDER.
I'VE GOT A BAD FEELING
THE WIZARD'S GONNA LOOK
LIKE A BIG, WHITE POPSICLE
BY THE TIME WE GET TO WHERE
I WANT TO SET THIS GEAR.
Narrator: UNABLE TO FIND CRAB
IN THE SOUTH,
THE SKIPPER CHARGES NORTH
INTO THE TEETH OF ELSA,
TOWARD THE RUSSIAN LINE.
LET ME KNOW ESPECIALLY
WHAT'S ON THAT FORWARD STACK,
ALL RIGHT?
♪♪
...AND THE POTS ARE
ALMOST AN INCH,
PROBABLY ABOUT 7/8ths.
ICE IS OUR WORST ENEMY OUT HERE.
IT'S WHAT BASICALLY
ROLLS BOATS OVER.
Narrator: KEITH
AND THE WIZARDFACE
ARCTIC WINDS AND FREEZING SPRAY.
FORWARD POTS ABSORB
THE BULK OF THE FROZEN FURY,
BUILDING UP TO 35,000 POUNDS
OF ICE PER HOUR,
CREATING A DANGEROUS
STRUCTURAL IMBALANCE
THAT, IF LEFT UNTENDED,
COULD CAPSIZE THE VESSEL.
LET'S GET THE GUYS UP THERE,
AND LET'S SEE IF WE CAN TARP UP
THAT STACK REAL QUICK.
AND THE WIND'S GONNA GRAB IT...
-OH, YEAH.
-...LIKE A GIANT KITE,
YOU'RE GONNA HAVE TO
ROLL IT DOWN THE STACK,
HAVE LINES TO STRAP OVER
THE TOP OF IT.
SO, YOU GOT TO DO IT AS A TEAM.
OKAY?
-ROGER THAT. COPY.
ALL RIGHT...
ANY TIME I'VE GOT GUYS
ON THE BOW
WITH A STACK AND ICE
ON THIS BOAT,
IT DEFINITELY REMINDS ME
OF THE LAST TIME
I TRIED TO DO THIS,
AND IT WAS, UH...
NOT, UH...
NOT PRETTY, MAN.
ABORT! ABORT!
GET OFF THE STACK NOW!
WATCH OUT! HANG ON, HANG ON!
[BLEEP]!
Man: YOU GOT SOME SERIOUS
INTERNAL BLEEDING
GOING ON UNDER YOUR EYE.
-Keith: ARE YOU WITH ME?
-[ GROANS ]
♪♪
I TOOK OUT MONTE AND SOPER
AND LYNN ALL IN ONE FELL SWOOP
AND JUST ABOUT LOST SIX GUYS
OFF THE BOAT WITH ONE WAVE.
THEY GOT LUCKY THAT DAY.
♪♪
OKAY, LET'S DO THIS QUICK
AND LET'S DO IT RIGHT, GUYS.
KEEP THAT TARP TIGHT.
DO NOT LET IT GET
OUT OF CONTROL.
Tyler: WELL, BASICALLY WHAT
WE'RE DOING WITH THIS TARP IS
WE'RE GONNA STRAP IT BACK OVER
THESE POTS
BECAUSE THE MESH ON THESE POTS
ACCUMULATE ICE REALLY QUICK,
WHEREAS A TARP -- THE ICE
ISN'T GONNA REALLY BUILD ON IT.
IT'LL JUST
SLOUGH RIGHT OFF OF IT.
IF IT GETS CAUGHT IN THE WIND,
THEN WE'RE IN DEEP [BLEEP].
THAT'S THE BIG PROBLEM.
♪♪
Man: ALL RIGHT, HERE WE GO!
♪♪
Man: WHOA!
[ SHOUTS INDISTINCTLY ]
[BLEEP]!
HOW WE DOING OVER THERE?
IT'S GOT OUT OF LINE!
[ MEN SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY ]
Man: YOU GOT THAT [BLEEP]
[ SPEAKS INDISTINCTLY ]?
HANG ON, GUYS. HANG ON.
HANG ON!
-WHOA!
-OH! WATCH OUT, WATCH OUT!
♪♪
♪♪
Narrator: ON THE WIZARD...
[ WIND HOWLING ]
...ATTEMPTING TO PROTECT
THE BOAT FROM FREEZING SPRAY...
-Man: WHOA!
-WHOA! WATCH OUT, WATCH OUT!
[ MEN SHOUT INDISTINCTLY ]
...THE CREW LOSES CONTROL
OF THE TARP.
♪♪
Man: COME OVER HERE AND HOLD
THIS! [BLEEP] LUNATIC!
Keith: COME ON.
LET'S GET THIS DOWN, MAN.
Man: OKAY, PULL THAT SLACK.
COME ON, GUYS.
GET THE [BLEEP] TARP DOWN.
YOU GOTTA GET THAT SLACK OUT.
Man: WHERE'S THAT LINE?
ROG, CAN YOU REACH THAT
AND JUST TUG IT?
GOTTA BE OVER THE TOP.
I'VE GOT AHOLD OF IT!
ALL RIGHT! SEE THAT?
PULL ON THAT [BLEEP].
ONE, TWO, THREE!
ONE, TWO, THREE!
♪♪
Keith: WE'RE LOOKING LIKE
WE GOT A CHANCE
OF ACTUALLY MAKING THIS WORK,
BUT...
[ KNOCKS ]
BUT I'M NOT GONNA
[BLEEP] THIS UP.
I'M NOT GONNA [BLEEP]
CELEBRATE UNTIL THAT TARP'S
[BLEEP] SNAPPED DOWN
AND STRAPPED DOWN SUPER TIGHT.
-YEAH. YOU GOT IT?
-NAH, THAT'S FINE.
[ GRUNTS ]
Narrator:
WITH THE TARP SECURE,
KEITH PRESSES NORTH INTO
ELSA'S FIERCE NORTHERN BANDS.
ALL RIGHT, EVERYBODY'S SAFE,
RIGHT?
ROGER. EVERYBODY'S OFF.
♪♪
NOW IT'S BACK
TO NORMAL OPERATIONS.
Keith:
I'M GLAD WE GOT THAT TARP UP.
HOPEFULLY, SHE'LL HOLD UP
FOR US.
NO IDEA WHAT'S GONNA BE
UP NEAR THE RUSSIAN BORDER,
BUT WE'RE GONNA GO
TAKE A STAB AT IT
AND SEE IF THERE'S
ANYTHING THERE.
♪♪
Narrator:
THE BOW POINTED NORTH,
240 MILES IN THE SAME DIRECTION.
[ WIND WHISTLING ]
♪♪
Man: HEAD'S UP!
IT'S GETTING A LITTLE NAUTICAL.
APPARENTLY,
ELSA'S SHOWED UP TO SAY HI.
Narrator:
CORNELIA MARIECO-CAPTAINS
JOSH HARRIS AND CASEY McMANUS
PREPARE TO LAUNCH THEIR THIRD
SET BY THE RUSSIAN BORDER.
Josh:
YEAH, I'LL TELL YOU WHAT,
THEY DON'T CALL HER ELSA
FOR NOTHING.
[ WIND WHISTLING ]
WE ARE FROZEN. [ LAUGHS ]
Casey: TO GIVE YOU AN IDEA
HOW COLD IT ACTUALLY IS --
THE DECK DOOR'S
FROZEN ON THE INSIDE.
THIS IS EVERYBODY'S BREATH
THROUGHOUT THE NIGHT.
THAT THING IS COLDCOLD.
♪♪
[ HAIR DRYER WHIRRING ]
Narrator: SUB-ZERO ARCTIC AIR
DRAWN FROM THE POLE,
COMBINED WITH THE CONSTANT
BOMBARDMENT OF OCEAN SPRAY,
COALESCE INTO A BEAUTIFUL
YET DANGEROUS EVIL --
ICE, LOTSOF ICE.
♪♪
Casey: COUPLE OF GUYS...
[ SPEAKS INDISTINCTLY ]
WE GONNA HAVE TO PICK UP.
BUT RIGHT NOW THE WEATHER'S
GONNA DICTATE WHAT WE DO.
Narrator:
THE DECK CLEARED FOR NOW,
THE YOUNG GUNS LOOK
TO TRIPLE DOWN.
WHOA!
Narrator:
SUCCESS THIS SEASON...
YOU BOYS ALL RIGHT
DOWN THERE?
DO IT!
...COULD MEAN AN EXTRA MILLION
IN QUOTA NEXT SEASON.
♪ OH! ♪
OH, WE'RE HERE IN THE JUNGLE
RUNNING RIGHT INTO THE FIRE
OH, WE'RE HERE IN THE JUNGLE
WHO'S GONNA MAKE IT OUT ALIVE?
DAY NUMBER 3 OF THE HOTTEST FISH
IN MY CAREER
AND THE HOTTEST FISH
I'VE SEEN IN OVER A DECADE.
WELL, SEE IF I CAN'T MAKE
SOME MAGIC HAPPEN AGAIN.
♪ OH! ♪
♪ OH, WE'RE HERE IN THE JUNGLE ♪
♪ RUNNING RIGHT INTO THE FIRE ♪
♪ OH, WE'RE HERE IN THE JUNGLE ♪
♪ WHO'S GONNA
MAKE IT OUT ALIVE? ♪
♪ WHOA-OH, WHOA-OH-OH ♪
Narrator: MOST OF THE FLEET
IS MIGRATING NORTH,
BUT ONE BOAT CONTINUES
TO BUCK THE TREND
AND THE SKYSCRAPING WHITE CAPS.
RIGHT NOW WE'RE SETTING
OUR GEAR DOWN SOUTH.
WE'RE IN THE MIDDLE
OF THE STORM.
WE'RE THE SMALLEST BOAT
IN THE FLEET.
♪ WHOA-OH, WHOA-OH-OH-OH-OH ♪
♪ TELL ME WHO'S GONNA
MAKE IT OUT ALIVE ♪
Jake: I HAD TO BE
VERY METHODICAL ABOUT
HOW I SET MY GEAR,
WHERE I SET MY GEAR,
'CAUSE I CAN ONLY CARRY SO MUCH.
THIS IS REALLY WHERE YOU WANT
TO CATCH CRAB
IN AN OPIE SEASON.
YOU DON'T WANT TO BE WAY UP
NORTH AND FIGHTING WITH ICE.
Narrator: FOLLOWING
A SCHOOL OF CRAB SOUTH...
BUT HONESTLY RIGHT NOW I'M A
LITTLE BIT UNEASY AND UNSURE.
WHOA!
THAT'S WHAT WE'RE UP
AGAINST TODAY.
...
SAGA CAPTAIN JAKE ANDERSON
BATTLES 20-FOOT SEAS
ALONG ELSA'S SOUTHERN FLANK.
SO, WE DON'T HAVE
THE BEST CONDITIONS
FOR SETTING RIGHT NOW.
[BLEEP] ANYTHING CAN HAPPEN
IN THIS KIND OF WEATHER.
SO, EVERYBODY'S WORKING
WITH CAUTION, FOR SURE.
NOW THE CRAB ARE LAYING
LIKE THIS,
AND I WANT TO SET
WHERE THERE'S CRAB.
BUT IF I GO THIS WAY,
WHICH IS THE WAY I WANT TO SET,
WHAT DO YOU THINK
THAT'S GONNA DO
IF MY GUYS ARE SITTING
RIGHT THERE, 20-FOOT SEAS?
BUT IF I'M GONNA CATCH CRAB,
I GOT TO DO WHAT I GOT TO DO.
IF WE'RE GONNA MAKE MONEY,
IF I'M GONNA BUY THIS BOAT,
I HAVE TO SET THIS WAY.
YOU GUYS GOTTA BE REAL CAREFUL
WHEN YOU SET THESE POTS.
Narrator: TO LAND ON THE CRAB
AND MOVE ONE STEP CLOSER
TO BECOMING A PARTNER,
JAKE TAKES A CALCULATED RISK --
SETTING BROADSIDE
TO THE TURBULENT SEAS.
WHOA!
♪♪
♪♪
OH, [BLEEP] DUDE.
I TRY TO SLOW IT DOWN,
BUT IT'S JUST GONNA --
IT'LL GET REAL VIOLENT.
WHAT WAS THAT, NOW?
...GUYS IF I'M GONNA KEEP
THE ROLL OFF.
♪♪
♪♪
IF I GO SLOW,
WE'RE GONNA JUST DO THIS.
IF I GO FAST, SHE RIDES IT.
♪♪
♪♪
HERE COMES A BIG ONE! GET DOWN!
-AAH!
-LOOK OUT!
♪♪
Narrator:
NEAR ELSA'S SOUTHERN END...
...ON THE SAGA.
HERE COMES A BIG ONE! GET DOWN!
HEADS UP!
[ ALL SHOUTING ]Jake: GET DOWN!
[ MAN SHOUTS INDISTINCTLY ]
Man: OH, MY GOD.
THAT'S THE KIND OF WAVE
THAT'LL SNEAK UP ON YA.
YOU GOT TO HAVE ON HAND
ON THE THROTTLE
AND ONE HAND ON THE HAILER.
I JUST NEED TO GET THE POTS
OFF THE BOAT AT THIS POINT.
Narrator: CAPTAIN JAKE ANDERSON
DOES BATTLE WITH SEASON'S
MOST MONSTROUS SEA FUELED
BY POWERFUL POLAR WINDS.
♪♪
♪♪
FEELING GOOD! IT'S OUR LAST POT!
IT'S A GOOD FEELING
TO GET THIS GEAR OFF THE BOAT.
WE WAS FEELING TOO HEAVY.
NOW WE'RE GONNA GET IT HEAVY
WITH CRAB NOW.
THAT'S THE LAST ONE.
YEAH, SORRY, FELLAS.
LAST ONE.
THANK GOD THAT'S OVER.
THIS HAUL WORKED, MAN,
I'M EITHER REALLY LUCKY
OR JUST A COMPLETE GENIUS.
♪♪
Narrator: 277 MILES NORTH,
JUST SPITTING DISTANCE
FROM THE KREMLIN,
THE 148-FOOT SOUTHERN WIND
STANDS FAST AGAINST ELSA'S
NORTHERN BLAST.
♪♪
I'VE NEVER SEEN
THIS [BLEEP] BEFORE.
IT'S ALL NEW.
I'M A WELDER BY TRADE.
I'VE NEVER COMMERCIALLY FISHED.
THIS IS WILD.
THIS IS ALASKA, MAN.
THIS PLACE IS RELENTLESS.
SHE'S COLD, AND SHE'S HERE.
BUT IT'S DEFINITELY FISHABLE,
ESPECIALLY FOR A BOAT LIKE THIS.
WE TOOK THE CHANCE.
WE RAN UP TO THE NORTH.
WE HAD TO.
THERE WAS NOTHING WHERE WE WERE.
AND DAMNED IF WE DIDN'T
GET ON THEM.
Narrator:
NOW IN THE NORTH,
CAPTAIN STEVE "HARLEY" DAVIDSON
FOUND BIGGER NUMBERS.
HE ALSO FOUND A STORM
THAT'S ONLY GETTING
MORE PISSED OFF BY THE MINUTE.
Harley: I HAVE SOME HIGH HOPES
FOR TODAY.
I MEAN, IF I CAN GET THROUGH
90 POTS,
I CAN REASONABLE DREAM
THAT I'M GONNA GET 20,000,
25,000 CRAB.
IT'S CLOSE TO $100,000...
♪♪
♪♪
-OH, YEAH!
-YEAH!
-WHOO!
-WHOO!
NICE. NICE.
THIS IS THE KIND OF STUFF
THAT FILLS BOATS, MAN.
WHOA! YEAH!
♪♪
♪♪
YES! [ LAUGHS ]
WHOO!
♪♪
I'M STILL THINKING
THAT'S GONNA EXPEDITE,
HELP ME GET CLOSER TO MY GOAL.
SEE WHAT THIS NEXT POT --
IF IT'S LIKE THIS ONE,
JUST ROLL IT.
-OH, MY GOD!
-WHOO!
THEY JUST KEEP GETTING BIGGER
AND BIGGER!
YEAH!
OH-HO-HO!
SHUT THE FRONT THE DOOR.
Narrator: TAKING ADVANTAGE
OF THE BIOMASS BELOW,
THE SKIPPER ROLLS HIS GEAR
BACK INTO THE WATER...
WE'RE ROLLING IT.
THAT MEANS WE'RE
SETTING IT BACK, BRADY.
Narrator:
...DOUBLING DOWN ON THE CRAB...
GET THAT BAIT OUT,
PUT THE NEW ONE IN.
...AND THE WORK FOR HARLEY'S
NEPHEW, GREENHORN BRADY TAYLOR.
Harley: OUR BAIT MAN.
OUR BAIT MAN, BRADY.
HE'S, YOU KNOW, GOT GOOD ENERGY,
HARD WORKER.
THE GUYS ARE STARTING
TO LIKE HIM.
I THINK HE'LL BE FINE.
WE KEEP PULLING CRAB LIKE THIS,
A WEEK TOPS, WE'RE OUT.
WE'RE HEADED HOME.
THAT'S WHAT WE ALL WANT HERE.
SUB FOR A WEEK,
VACATION FOR A WHILE.
WHOO!
THAT'S THE LIFE OF CRABBER.
WHOA-HO! OH, MAN.
IT'S NOT VERY GOOD TO COUNT
YOUR CHICKENS
BEFORE THEY HATCH, RIGHT?
I KNOW.
GRANDMA TAUGHT ME,
BUT IT'S HARD NOT TO.
♪♪
Harley: UH-OH.
OH, JEEZ.
SOMEBODY WANNA HELP HIM?
-HURRY UP! HURRY UP!
-Man: PUT IT ON THAT.
PUT IT IN
THAT [BLEEP] RIGHT THERE!
-HEY!
-[BLEEP]!
♪♪
♪♪
Narrator:
ON THE SOUTHERN WIND...
Harley: UH-OH.
OH, JEEZ.
SOMEBODY WANNA HELP HIM?
-HURRY UP! HURRY UP!
-Man: PUT IT ON THAT.
PUT IT IN
THAT [BLEEP] RIGHT THERE!
MOTHER[BLEEP] THING!
[BLEEP]! DAMN IT!
CH-CH-CH-CH-CH-CH-CH.
Narrator: AFTER DAYS
OF CONSTANT FREEZING SPRAY,
A MASSIVE WAVE SNAPS THE POWER
BLOCK'S WEAKENED STEEL SHACKLE
LEAVING THE 500-POUND
PIECE OF EQUIPMENT
HANGING PRECARIOUSLY
FROM A STRAINED
1/4-INCH SAFETY CHAIN.
YOU KNOW, IF WE DON'T GET
THIS THING FIXED,
YOU KNOW, WE'LL BE DONE
WITH FISHING FOR WHO KNOWS WHEN.
DOWN.
THANK YOU.
WELL, THE BLOCK'S A KEY
PIECE OF EQUIPMENT,
AND IT'S WHAT'S
LIFTING THE POT UP.
Narrator: THE HYDRAULIC BLOCK
PULLS THE 1400-POUND POTS
FROM THE OCEAN FLOOR.
WITHOUT IT, HARLEY'S GEAR
STAYS WHERE IT IS --
AT THE BOTTOM.
DAMN! WHAT ARE YOU GONNA DO
HERE? CUT IT?
I'M GONNA CUT IT, DANNY.
RIGHT, RIGHT, RIGHT.
Harley: I'M NERVOUS, MAN.
♪♪
IT'S NOT REALLY A JOB
TO BE DOING
STANDING RIGHT NEXT
TO THE RAIL, YOU KNOW?
NOW, WITH ELSA SHOWING NO SIGNS
OF LETTING UP,
THE CREW'S STEELS THEMSELVES
AGAINST THE ELEMENTS
TO MAKE THE FIX.
I DON'T CARE, BRADY.
WHATEVER YOU WANT TO DO, BUD.
BRADY'S OUR METALWORKER BOY.
ANYTIME YOU GET SOME GRINDING
OR WELDING
OR CUTTING,
HE'S ALL OVER THAT.
'CAUSE THAT'S WHAT HE DOES.
♪♪
♪♪
Narrator: IGNORING
THE CRASHING BREAKERS...
...BRADY GOES FROM GREENHORN
BACK TO METALWORKER,
GRINDING AWAY
THE BROKEN SHACKLE.
-DID A GOOD JOB, BRADY!
-GOOD JOB, BRADY!
YOU DID GOOD!
GOOD JOB, BRADY!
AH, HE'LL BE PROUD
WHEN HE GETS DONE.
I'M PROUD OF HIM, TOO.
ENGINEER MUNSEY KENNON
FINISHES THE JOB,
ATTACHING THE NEW STEEL FITTING
TO SECURE THE BLOCK.
WE'RE WINNING, MAN.
WE COME ACROSS OBSTACLES
ALL THE TIME,
BUT WE ALWAYS MANAGE
TO GET THROUGH 'EM.
I DON'T KNOW. I THINK ALL OF US
GUYS WORK PRETTY GOOD TOGETHER.
-YOU ALL GOOD NOW?
-YEAH.
-HIGH FIVES!
-BEAUTIFUL WORK.
COME ON!
ALL FIXED UP AND BACK IN ACTION.
SEE IF WE CAN'T GET BACK
ON TRACK HERE.
♪♪
Narrator:
ONLY 15 MILES NORTH,
...JUST UP THE RUSSIAN LINE,
ON THE CORNELIA MARIE...
ICE GETS HEAVIER, DROPS YOU DOWN
MORE, FREEZES OVER THE DECK.
WATER CAN'T DRAIN OFF THE DECK,
THEN YOU'RE UP THE PROVERBIAL
CREEK MADE OF EXCREMENT.
♪♪
Narrator: AS THE CREW CONTINUES
TO FIGHT ELSA'S
NORTHERN FREEZE...
THIS IS SOME SERIOUSLY [BLEEP]
WEATHER TO BE HAULING GEAR IN.
...
CO-CAPTAINS JOSH AND CASEY
POUND THEIR WAY TO THE HEAD
OF THEIR 27-POT STRING...
THIS IS OUR LITTLE SCHOOL
OF CRAB AS FAR AS I'M CONCERNED.
...
LOOKING TO CASH IN A THIRD TIME
ON THE RUSSIAN BONANZA.
IT'S [BLEEP] COLD.
♪♪
GAME ON, BABY.
♪♪
♪♪
♪♪
NO DAYLIGHT. I WANT NO DAYLIGHT
THROUGH THEM POTS.
[ WHIRRING ]
-OH, YEAH.
-IS IT LOOKING GOOD.
COME ON! COME ON!
[ SHOUTS INDISTINCTLY ]
[ LAUGHING ]
OH, MY GOD!
[ CHEERING ]
♪♪
YEAH! [ LAUGHS ]
THIS IS THE GOOD STUFF.
♪♪
WHY? WHY DOES IT ALWAYS,
ON THE FIRST [BLEEP] POT,
YOU GET THIS WET?
♪♪
-Josh: YEAH.
-GOOD.
-OH, YEAH!
-YEAH!
WHOO!
WE GOT SOME FULL POTS.
DOING GOOD.
Narrator: THE SKIPPERS' TRIP
TO THE RUSSIAN LINE
COMES UP ACES AGAIN.
Man: WHOA-HO! OH, MAN.
Narrator: BUT ELSA STILL HAS
A FEW CARDS UP HER SLEEVE.
♪♪
[BLEEP], MAN.
REALLY BAD STORM, AND IT'S
GETTING WORSE AND WORSE.
PROBABLY BLOWING 60,
AT LEAST, OUT HERE NOW.
[ THUD ]OH, [BLEEP].
[BLEEP].
-IF THAT GETS ANY ROUGHER,
WE'RE GONNA HAVE TO
SHUT HER DOWN.
THAT'S ALL THERE IS TO IT.
♪♪
RIGHT NOW, WE ARE RIGHT ON
THAT BRINK OF MAKING THAT CALL.
BUT...
"SAFE" BEING
A RELATIVE TERM.
WE'RE STILL CRAB FISHING
IN THE WINTER ON THE BERING SEA.
♪♪
WHOA! YEAH!
WHOO-HOO!
[ THUD ]
Linde: OW!
Narrator:
THIS WEEK ON "SALTY TAKES"...
THE GUYS GET SMILEY FACES WHEN
THEY DO A GOOD JOB AROUND HERE.
I HAVEN'T EARNED
A SMILEY FACE YET. [ LAUGHS ]
...A MID-SEASON MORALE BOOSTER
FROM CAPTAIN KEITH.
ALRIGHT, GUYS,
FOR A JOB WELL DONE,
EVERYBODY GETS A SMILEY FACE!
-YAY!
-AW!
-YES!
-YOU GET ONE.
YOU OUGHTA GET TWO.
-YEAH.
Soper: HOW LONG YOU BEEN
HANDING THESE OUT?
[ LAUGHTER ]
THEY BEEN AROUND A WHILE!
I BEEN HANDING THEM OUT FOR,
LIKE, 18 YEARS. [ LAUGHS ]
DAMN!
ELIJAH'S GOT ABOUT SIX
ON HIS DOOR OVER HERE.
THE LONGER
YOU'VE BEEN AROUND,
THE TOUGHER THEY ARE
TO EARN, SOPER.
Narrator: 151,000 POUNDS
IS DEFINITELY SOMETHING
TO SMILE ABOUT...
IFYOU DON'T THINK ABOUT
THE ANGRY ARCTIC SUPER STORM
BEARING DOWN OUTSIDE.
♪♪
Narrator:
ON THE CORNELIA MARIE...
WHOA!
YEAH!
WHOO-HOO!
[ THUD ]
Linde: OW!
[BLEEP]. AH, [BLEEP].
YOU OKAY, THERE, KYLE?
YOU OKAY? YOU ALRIGHT?
Narrator: LOSING HIS FOOTING
ON THE ICY DECK...
OW!
...GREENHORN
KYLE "TUGBOAT" LINDE
NARROWLY AVOIDS BEING CRUSHED
BY 1,400 POUNDS
OF STEEL AND CRAB.
YOU OKAY?
[BLEEP] SLICK OUT HERE!
Casey: THAT'S IT.
WE'RE NOT GONNA PLAY ANYMORE.
Narrator:
AND CAPTAIN CASEY McMANUS
HAS SEEN ENOUGH.
THIS IS IT, BOYS.
Narrator:
FACING AN UNRELENTING STORM
AND INCREASINGLY
HAZARDOUS CONDITIONS ON DECK...
-COME ON!
-HEY!
...CASEY SHUTS DOWN THE HAUL
TO WAIT OUT THE WORST
OF ELSA'S POUNDING WAVES.
I DON'T WANT ANYBODY ELSE
GETTING BEAT UP, HURT,
WORSE THAN THEY ALREADY ARE.
NOTHING. NOTHING!
-Linde: OW!
-WHAT'S IT CALLED?
ELSA?
-YEAH.
ELSA'S A COLD [BLEEP] BITCH.
Casey: OUR GOAL IS ALWAYS
TO PUT SAFETY FIST
AND NEVER HAVE ANYBODY
GET HURT.
BUT, ESPECIALLY THIS FAR NORTH,
WE'RE OUT OF HELO RANGE.
♪♪
Narrator:
BACK DOWN SOUTH...
...ON THE SAGA.
Jake: SO, WHERE HERE DOWN
IN THE SOUTH,
AND I'VE BEEN FOLLOWING
THIS SCHOOL.
ALL THESE POTS
ARE SET TO CATCH CRAB.
THEY'RE NOT SET FOR THE WEATHER.
♪♪
Narrator: HOT ON THE TRAIL
OF A FAST-MOVING BIOMASS,
CRAB JAKE ANDERSON
APPROACHES POTS
AIMED AT THE MEATY MIDSECTION
OF THE MIGRATING SCHOOL.
Jake:
ALRIGHT, FELLAS, HERE WE GO.
♪♪
♪♪
DOWN ON THE EDGE HERE,
IT'S EITHER BLANKS
OR TANKS.
HOLY COW.
WHOO!
OH!
HOLY [BLEEP]! OH, YEAH!
[ CHEERS, LAUGHTER ]
[ LAUGHS ]
THIS IS 24-HOUR SOAK.
THAT'S IT. IT'S ONE DAY.
-YEAH!
-WHOO!
FOUND THEM, MAN.
THIS IS WHAT WE WANTED.
♪♪
GOD, I HOPE THIS HOLDS UP
THROUGHOUT THE WHOLE GEAR.
[BLEEP], HERE WE GO.
OHH! [ LAUGHING ]
-[BLEEP]
-YEAH!
Jake: LOOK AT THAT.
THAT'S A HUGE
FRICKIN' POT, DUDE.
WHOO!
NICE CRAB!
GOT A LOT OF CRAB THERE!
-WOW!
-HOLY [BLEEP].
YOU FOUND 'EM!
I'M SITTING HERE WITH PROBABLY
800, 900 CRAB IN THAT POT.
THIS IS DEFINITELY FAR BETTER
THAN WHAT WE WERE DOING
UP NORTH.
THESE ARE TANK FILLERS
RIGHT HERE.
YOU DO 200 POTS LIKE THAT,
YOU GOT 150,000 POUNDS.
BOOM, DONE.
Narrator:
THE FULL FORCE OF ELSA'S FURY
SHOWS NO SIGNS OF SLOWING.
-WHOO!
-YEAH, BABY!
Narrator: BUT FOR TODAY,
JAKE SNATCHES A HARD-EARNED WIN
FROM THE JAWS OF THE SHE-BEAST.
WHOO!
FOR ME, RIGHT NOW,
THE MOST IMPORTANT THING --
I'M NOT BACKING DOWN.
I'M NOT SLOWING DOWN
FOR NOTHING.
I DON'T CARE IF IT'S ICE.
I DON'T CARE IF IT'S WEATHER.
THIS BOAT IS READY.
[ WIND WHISTLING ]
Narrator:
250 MILES NORTHWEST.
♪♪
Keith: RIGHT NOW, WE'RE
500 MILES FROM DUTCH HARBOR,
BUT WE'RE ONLY 200 MILES AWAY
FROM RUSSIA.
Narrator: FACING DOWN
ELSA'S FRIGID 55-KNOT HEADWINDS,
THE ENTIRE WAY...
JUST ABOUT READY TO SET
THE FIST POT.
...WIZARDCAPTAIN KEITH COLBURN
ARRIVES SAFELY AT HIS NEW HOME.
YEAH, BEAUTIFUL WEATHER
OUT HERE ON THE BERING SEA.
...HOPEFULLY A LOT EASIER
THEN IT WENT UP.
OKAY, ROGER.
GET THE SNAPS OFF THE TARP.
YOU GETTING THAT ONE ON THE SIDE
RIGHT THERE?
Keith: I CAN'T EVEN
IMAGINE HOW BAD
THAT FORWARD STACK WOULD'VE BEEN
IF WE WOULDN'T HAVE
TARPED IT UP.
YOU KNOW, THAT TARP WAS
A LOT EASIER TAKING DOWN
THAN IT WAS PUTTING UP.
WELL WORTH IT. WELL WORTH IT.
ALRIGHT, YOU GUYS.
LET'S GET THIS GEAR OFF HERE.
WE NEED TO START CATCHING
SOME CRAB.
YEAH, BABY. LET'S DO THIS.
Keith: WE'VE HAD
FISHING HERE BEFORE.
I THINK THE LAST TIME
WAS PROBABLY 1997.
I'M JUST ABOUT INTO THIS BAND
OF FISH IN HERE.
YOU KNOW, BETWEEN 67 AND 71 DEEP
IN PERVENETS CANYON.
Narrator: REACHING INTO
HIS 34 YEARS OF EXPERIENCE...
GO AHEAD.
...KEITH TAKES HIS CHANCES
ON GROUNDS
HE HASN'T FISHED
IN OVER TWO DECADES.
Keith: IT'S A GAMBLE,
COMING WAY UP THE HILL.
EVEN IF YOU DON'T FIND ANYTHING,
YOU'RE STUCK IN THE MIDDLE
OF A STORM.
YOU KNOW, I'VE SEEN STORMS
LIKE THIS BEFORE.
THEY SEEM TO LINGER.
AND THE REAL BIG STORMS,
SOMETIMES, THEY STAY ON YOU
FOR DAYS AT A TIME.
THIS IS DEFINITELY GONNA BE
ONE OF THOSE STORMS.
Narrator: COMING UP --
ELSA CONTINUES TO RAGE...
WE'RE OFF THE CHARTS.
-AAH!
-[ GROANS ]
-HOLD ON
-MAKE WAY! MAKE WAY!
WHOA-HO-HO-HO!
HANG ON, GUYS.
HANG ON. HANG ON.
WATCH OUT!
-WHOA!
HANG ON! HANG ON!
-GET DOWN!
-WHOA!
AAH! AAH!
♪♪
♪♪
Keith: YOU KNOW, ELSA TOOK HER
GOOD, SWEET TIME GETTING HERE,
BUT, BOY, SHE'S MAKING
AN ENTRANCE NOW.
♪♪
SHE DOESN'T LOOK LIKE
SHE'S VERY HAPPY.
♪♪
WHOA!
WIND CHILL'S AT -14,
TEMPERATURE'S DOWN TO 16.
THIS DEFINITELY GONNA BE
ONE OF THOSE STORMS
THAT'S LONG AND SUSTAINED,
BECAUSE IT'S SO BIG.
OHH![ METAL CREAKING ]
WHOA, WHOA, WHOA, WHOA,
WHOA, WHOA, WHOA!
[ THUD ]YOU OKAY?
WHOA!
DANG.
OH, WATCH OUT.
-WE GOT OUT OF LINE!
-[BLEEP]!
HANG ON, GUYS, HANG ON.
HANG ON.
OH! WATCH OUT, WATCH OUT!
♪♪
HEY!
♪♪
I'M NOT FISHING. I'M BASICALLY
JUST TRYING TO SURVIVE.
CAPTIONS PAID FOR BY
DISCOVERY COMMUNICATIONS
♪♪
[ WIND HOWLING ]
Narrator: 273 MILES FROM
DUTCH HARBOR,
ABOARD THE SAGA.
♪♪
THE WEATHER'S CRAPPY
WITH A CHANCE OF MORE CRAPPY...
...WITH GUSTS OF MORE CRAPPY.
I THINK IT'S GONNA BE CRAPPY.
AH.
♪♪
Jake:
POUNDING UP AGAINST THE WAVES,
THERE'S WATER PUSHING.
AND WHEN ALL THIS SPRAY
GOES AROUND,
YOU CANNOT SEE
2 FEET IN FRONT OF YOU.
Narrator: CAPTAIN JAKE ANDERSON
CHOSE NOT TO FISH
THE FAR NORTHERN GROUNDS
BY RUSSIA,
BUT ARCTIC STORM ELSA
DECIDED SHE'D REACH DOWN
AND GIVE THEM A SLAP
JUST THE SAME.
Jake:
SHE'S GETTING WITH IT NOW.
ELSA'S AN EVIL WOMAN.
SHE'S GOT WHIPS AND CHAINS.
Narrator: SPAWNED IN THE NORTH,
ELSA HAS GROWN,
NOW BLANKETING THE ENTIRETY
OF THE OPILIO GROUNDS.
HER FRIGID POLAR WINDS
BRING SUB-ZERO TEMPERATURES
AND FREEZING SPRAY TO THE NORTH,
WHILE ON LOWER LATITUDES,
WINDS COVER
A VAST EXPANSE OF OCEAN,
POUNDING THE BOATS IN THE SOUTH
WITH THE LARGEST WAVES
OF THE PAST DECADE,
CREATING A DOUBLE-FISTED
QUEEN OF TERROR.
♪♪
Jake: HERE WE GO.
IT'S THE FIRST POT COMING UP.
IN ORDER FOR ME TO BE
PRODUCTIVE,
THIS BOAT HAS TO PRODUCE
10,000 POUNDS OF CRAB PER DAY.
I NEED QUALITY FIRST,
BUT I DEFINITELY,
IN ORDER TO BUY THE BOAT,
I NEED QUANTITY.
AND I'M NOT WILLING TO
BE OUT HERE FOR TWO MONTHS.
I'M NOT DOING IT ANYMORE.
I HAVE TO REALLY,
REALLY HIT IT BIG NOW.
SO GET 'EM ON FAST.
FIRST POT.
Narrator:
TRAPPED BY THE ANGRY SURGE,
THE YOUNG SKIPPER IS
DEPENDING ON THIS TOWN SOAK
TO KEEP HIS DREAM
OF BOAT OWNERSHIP ALIVE.
♪♪
♪♪
WHOMP, WHOMP, WHOMP!
Jake: [BLEEP] DAMN IT.
[BLEEP]!
THIS IS SMALL. THIS IS SMALL.
95% OF WHAT IT BROUGHT
WAS SMALL.
3-5!
SON OF A [BLEEP] BITCH.
♪♪
-OH, [BLEEP].
-WHOMP, WHOMP.
Jake:
WELL, THAT'S NOT ENOUGH.
NOW IT JUST CONFIRMS
THAT THERE IS NO MORE
MARKETABLE CRAB UP HERE,
AND I NEED TO MOVE SOUTH.
Narrator:
WITH HIS NUMBERS DWINDLING...
THIS AIN'T PAYING THE BILLS.
THIS IS ACTUALLY COSTING MONEY.
...JAKE TURNS SOUTH
WITH HOPES TO GET BACK
ON THE SCENT
OF THE MOVING BIOMASS.
Jake: THE STRATEGY IS
JUST FOLLOW THIS SCHOOL OF CRAB
THAT I FOUND.
HOPEFULLY IT PAYS OFF,
OTHERWISE I'M IN DEEP [BLEEP].
SUCK IT UP, BUTTERCUP.
♪♪
PULL FORWARD, JAKE!
Jake: IT IS
JUST MISERABLE OUT THERE.
Narrator: TO MAKE THE MOVE,
JAKE MUST HAUL AND STACK
ALL 100 POTS,
EXPOSING HIS CREW
TO VIOLENT WINDS
AND TOWERING SEAS.
WHOA!
I JUST WANT TO GET THESE POTS
ON SAFELY, GO RUN SOUTH,
AND KICK SOME SERIOUS ASS.
♪♪
WE GET HER ROLLING.
IT'S DEFINITELY PICKING UP.
IT'S GOING GOOD.
OH, [BLEEP]...
HEY, JUST BE CAREFUL HERE.
HERE COMES A BIG ONE.
WATCH OUT! WATCH OUT!
WATCH OUT!
♪♪
-[ MAN GROANS ]
-[ MAN SHOUTS ]
IS EVERYONE OKAY?
-[ MAN GROANS ]
-[ MAN SHOUTS INDISTINCTLY ]
EVERYBODY OKAY?
[ MAN GROANS ]
[BLEEP]
OH, GOD.
DAMN IT, ELSA.
♪♪
I NEED TO START GETTING CRAB
ON THE BOAT.
COVER GROUND
UNTIL I FIND SOMETHING.
♪♪
Narrator: JUST 40 MILES
NORTHWEST FROM THE SAGA...
♪♪
♪♪
Keith: I THINK
ELSA'S A LITTLE PISSED OFF.
IT'S LIKE SHE'S LATE
TO THE PROM,
SO NOW SHE'S GONNA
MAKE THE BEST OF IT
AND BE THERE
FOR EVERY SINGLE DANCE.
...THE WIZARDBATTLES
THE CHAOTIC SOUTHERN SWELL
KICKED UP BY
THE INTENSIFYING ARCTIC STORM.
[BLEEP].
[BLEEP] DAMN IT.
Keith: THERE'S NOTHING HERE.
RIGHT NOW, MAN,
THIS IS LOOKING PRETTY DISMAL.
2019 HAS NOT BEEN TOO KIND
TO THE COLBURN BROTHERS.
Narrator: AFTER ENDURING
THE DEATH OF HIS FATHER,
MECHANICAL ISSUES,
AND NOW TWO DAYS OF
BAD FISHING...
Keith: I'M TRYING TO GET
THIS GEAR MOVED TO AN AREA
WHERE HOPEFULLY
WE CAN GET WORKING.
...CAPTAIN KEITH COLBURN
CHANGES COURSE.
I'M NOT REAL HAPPY WITH HAVING
TO TRY AND TRAVEL
IN FREEZING SPRAY.
BUT YOU KNOW WHAT?
I DON'T HAVE A CHOICE.
YOU GOT TO FIND SOMEWHERE
TO SET THIS GEAR.
AND I'VE MADE A PRETTY GOOD
LIVING FISHING NORTH
OF THE FLEET,
WAY UP NEAR THE BORDER.
I'VE GOT A BAD FEELING
THE WIZARD'S GONNA LOOK
LIKE A BIG, WHITE POPSICLE
BY THE TIME WE GET TO WHERE
I WANT TO SET THIS GEAR.
Narrator: UNABLE TO FIND CRAB
IN THE SOUTH,
THE SKIPPER CHARGES NORTH
INTO THE TEETH OF ELSA,
TOWARD THE RUSSIAN LINE.
LET ME KNOW ESPECIALLY
WHAT'S ON THAT FORWARD STACK,
ALL RIGHT?
♪♪
...AND THE POTS ARE
ALMOST AN INCH,
PROBABLY ABOUT 7/8ths.
ICE IS OUR WORST ENEMY OUT HERE.
IT'S WHAT BASICALLY
ROLLS BOATS OVER.
Narrator: KEITH
AND THE WIZARDFACE
ARCTIC WINDS AND FREEZING SPRAY.
FORWARD POTS ABSORB
THE BULK OF THE FROZEN FURY,
BUILDING UP TO 35,000 POUNDS
OF ICE PER HOUR,
CREATING A DANGEROUS
STRUCTURAL IMBALANCE
THAT, IF LEFT UNTENDED,
COULD CAPSIZE THE VESSEL.
LET'S GET THE GUYS UP THERE,
AND LET'S SEE IF WE CAN TARP UP
THAT STACK REAL QUICK.
AND THE WIND'S GONNA GRAB IT...
-OH, YEAH.
-...LIKE A GIANT KITE,
YOU'RE GONNA HAVE TO
ROLL IT DOWN THE STACK,
HAVE LINES TO STRAP OVER
THE TOP OF IT.
SO, YOU GOT TO DO IT AS A TEAM.
OKAY?
-ROGER THAT. COPY.
ALL RIGHT...
ANY TIME I'VE GOT GUYS
ON THE BOW
WITH A STACK AND ICE
ON THIS BOAT,
IT DEFINITELY REMINDS ME
OF THE LAST TIME
I TRIED TO DO THIS,
AND IT WAS, UH...
NOT, UH...
NOT PRETTY, MAN.
ABORT! ABORT!
GET OFF THE STACK NOW!
WATCH OUT! HANG ON, HANG ON!
[BLEEP]!
Man: YOU GOT SOME SERIOUS
INTERNAL BLEEDING
GOING ON UNDER YOUR EYE.
-Keith: ARE YOU WITH ME?
-[ GROANS ]
♪♪
I TOOK OUT MONTE AND SOPER
AND LYNN ALL IN ONE FELL SWOOP
AND JUST ABOUT LOST SIX GUYS
OFF THE BOAT WITH ONE WAVE.
THEY GOT LUCKY THAT DAY.
♪♪
OKAY, LET'S DO THIS QUICK
AND LET'S DO IT RIGHT, GUYS.
KEEP THAT TARP TIGHT.
DO NOT LET IT GET
OUT OF CONTROL.
Tyler: WELL, BASICALLY WHAT
WE'RE DOING WITH THIS TARP IS
WE'RE GONNA STRAP IT BACK OVER
THESE POTS
BECAUSE THE MESH ON THESE POTS
ACCUMULATE ICE REALLY QUICK,
WHEREAS A TARP -- THE ICE
ISN'T GONNA REALLY BUILD ON IT.
IT'LL JUST
SLOUGH RIGHT OFF OF IT.
IF IT GETS CAUGHT IN THE WIND,
THEN WE'RE IN DEEP [BLEEP].
THAT'S THE BIG PROBLEM.
♪♪
Man: ALL RIGHT, HERE WE GO!
♪♪
Man: WHOA!
[ SHOUTS INDISTINCTLY ]
[BLEEP]!
HOW WE DOING OVER THERE?
IT'S GOT OUT OF LINE!
[ MEN SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY ]
Man: YOU GOT THAT [BLEEP]
[ SPEAKS INDISTINCTLY ]?
HANG ON, GUYS. HANG ON.
HANG ON!
-WHOA!
-OH! WATCH OUT, WATCH OUT!
♪♪
♪♪
Narrator: ON THE WIZARD...
[ WIND HOWLING ]
...ATTEMPTING TO PROTECT
THE BOAT FROM FREEZING SPRAY...
-Man: WHOA!
-WHOA! WATCH OUT, WATCH OUT!
[ MEN SHOUT INDISTINCTLY ]
...THE CREW LOSES CONTROL
OF THE TARP.
♪♪
Man: COME OVER HERE AND HOLD
THIS! [BLEEP] LUNATIC!
Keith: COME ON.
LET'S GET THIS DOWN, MAN.
Man: OKAY, PULL THAT SLACK.
COME ON, GUYS.
GET THE [BLEEP] TARP DOWN.
YOU GOTTA GET THAT SLACK OUT.
Man: WHERE'S THAT LINE?
ROG, CAN YOU REACH THAT
AND JUST TUG IT?
GOTTA BE OVER THE TOP.
I'VE GOT AHOLD OF IT!
ALL RIGHT! SEE THAT?
PULL ON THAT [BLEEP].
ONE, TWO, THREE!
ONE, TWO, THREE!
♪♪
Keith: WE'RE LOOKING LIKE
WE GOT A CHANCE
OF ACTUALLY MAKING THIS WORK,
BUT...
[ KNOCKS ]
BUT I'M NOT GONNA
[BLEEP] THIS UP.
I'M NOT GONNA [BLEEP]
CELEBRATE UNTIL THAT TARP'S
[BLEEP] SNAPPED DOWN
AND STRAPPED DOWN SUPER TIGHT.
-YEAH. YOU GOT IT?
-NAH, THAT'S FINE.
[ GRUNTS ]
Narrator:
WITH THE TARP SECURE,
KEITH PRESSES NORTH INTO
ELSA'S FIERCE NORTHERN BANDS.
ALL RIGHT, EVERYBODY'S SAFE,
RIGHT?
ROGER. EVERYBODY'S OFF.
♪♪
NOW IT'S BACK
TO NORMAL OPERATIONS.
Keith:
I'M GLAD WE GOT THAT TARP UP.
HOPEFULLY, SHE'LL HOLD UP
FOR US.
NO IDEA WHAT'S GONNA BE
UP NEAR THE RUSSIAN BORDER,
BUT WE'RE GONNA GO
TAKE A STAB AT IT
AND SEE IF THERE'S
ANYTHING THERE.
♪♪
Narrator:
THE BOW POINTED NORTH,
240 MILES IN THE SAME DIRECTION.
[ WIND WHISTLING ]
♪♪
Man: HEAD'S UP!
IT'S GETTING A LITTLE NAUTICAL.
APPARENTLY,
ELSA'S SHOWED UP TO SAY HI.
Narrator:
CORNELIA MARIECO-CAPTAINS
JOSH HARRIS AND CASEY McMANUS
PREPARE TO LAUNCH THEIR THIRD
SET BY THE RUSSIAN BORDER.
Josh:
YEAH, I'LL TELL YOU WHAT,
THEY DON'T CALL HER ELSA
FOR NOTHING.
[ WIND WHISTLING ]
WE ARE FROZEN. [ LAUGHS ]
Casey: TO GIVE YOU AN IDEA
HOW COLD IT ACTUALLY IS --
THE DECK DOOR'S
FROZEN ON THE INSIDE.
THIS IS EVERYBODY'S BREATH
THROUGHOUT THE NIGHT.
THAT THING IS COLDCOLD.
♪♪
[ HAIR DRYER WHIRRING ]
Narrator: SUB-ZERO ARCTIC AIR
DRAWN FROM THE POLE,
COMBINED WITH THE CONSTANT
BOMBARDMENT OF OCEAN SPRAY,
COALESCE INTO A BEAUTIFUL
YET DANGEROUS EVIL --
ICE, LOTSOF ICE.
♪♪
Casey: COUPLE OF GUYS...
[ SPEAKS INDISTINCTLY ]
WE GONNA HAVE TO PICK UP.
BUT RIGHT NOW THE WEATHER'S
GONNA DICTATE WHAT WE DO.
Narrator:
THE DECK CLEARED FOR NOW,
THE YOUNG GUNS LOOK
TO TRIPLE DOWN.
WHOA!
Narrator:
SUCCESS THIS SEASON...
YOU BOYS ALL RIGHT
DOWN THERE?
DO IT!
...COULD MEAN AN EXTRA MILLION
IN QUOTA NEXT SEASON.
♪ OH! ♪
OH, WE'RE HERE IN THE JUNGLE
RUNNING RIGHT INTO THE FIRE
OH, WE'RE HERE IN THE JUNGLE
WHO'S GONNA MAKE IT OUT ALIVE?
DAY NUMBER 3 OF THE HOTTEST FISH
IN MY CAREER
AND THE HOTTEST FISH
I'VE SEEN IN OVER A DECADE.
WELL, SEE IF I CAN'T MAKE
SOME MAGIC HAPPEN AGAIN.
♪ OH! ♪
♪ OH, WE'RE HERE IN THE JUNGLE ♪
♪ RUNNING RIGHT INTO THE FIRE ♪
♪ OH, WE'RE HERE IN THE JUNGLE ♪
♪ WHO'S GONNA
MAKE IT OUT ALIVE? ♪
♪ WHOA-OH, WHOA-OH-OH ♪
Narrator: MOST OF THE FLEET
IS MIGRATING NORTH,
BUT ONE BOAT CONTINUES
TO BUCK THE TREND
AND THE SKYSCRAPING WHITE CAPS.
RIGHT NOW WE'RE SETTING
OUR GEAR DOWN SOUTH.
WE'RE IN THE MIDDLE
OF THE STORM.
WE'RE THE SMALLEST BOAT
IN THE FLEET.
♪ WHOA-OH, WHOA-OH-OH-OH-OH ♪
♪ TELL ME WHO'S GONNA
MAKE IT OUT ALIVE ♪
Jake: I HAD TO BE
VERY METHODICAL ABOUT
HOW I SET MY GEAR,
WHERE I SET MY GEAR,
'CAUSE I CAN ONLY CARRY SO MUCH.
THIS IS REALLY WHERE YOU WANT
TO CATCH CRAB
IN AN OPIE SEASON.
YOU DON'T WANT TO BE WAY UP
NORTH AND FIGHTING WITH ICE.
Narrator: FOLLOWING
A SCHOOL OF CRAB SOUTH...
BUT HONESTLY RIGHT NOW I'M A
LITTLE BIT UNEASY AND UNSURE.
WHOA!
THAT'S WHAT WE'RE UP
AGAINST TODAY.
...
SAGA CAPTAIN JAKE ANDERSON
BATTLES 20-FOOT SEAS
ALONG ELSA'S SOUTHERN FLANK.
SO, WE DON'T HAVE
THE BEST CONDITIONS
FOR SETTING RIGHT NOW.
[BLEEP] ANYTHING CAN HAPPEN
IN THIS KIND OF WEATHER.
SO, EVERYBODY'S WORKING
WITH CAUTION, FOR SURE.
NOW THE CRAB ARE LAYING
LIKE THIS,
AND I WANT TO SET
WHERE THERE'S CRAB.
BUT IF I GO THIS WAY,
WHICH IS THE WAY I WANT TO SET,
WHAT DO YOU THINK
THAT'S GONNA DO
IF MY GUYS ARE SITTING
RIGHT THERE, 20-FOOT SEAS?
BUT IF I'M GONNA CATCH CRAB,
I GOT TO DO WHAT I GOT TO DO.
IF WE'RE GONNA MAKE MONEY,
IF I'M GONNA BUY THIS BOAT,
I HAVE TO SET THIS WAY.
YOU GUYS GOTTA BE REAL CAREFUL
WHEN YOU SET THESE POTS.
Narrator: TO LAND ON THE CRAB
AND MOVE ONE STEP CLOSER
TO BECOMING A PARTNER,
JAKE TAKES A CALCULATED RISK --
SETTING BROADSIDE
TO THE TURBULENT SEAS.
WHOA!
♪♪
♪♪
OH, [BLEEP] DUDE.
I TRY TO SLOW IT DOWN,
BUT IT'S JUST GONNA --
IT'LL GET REAL VIOLENT.
WHAT WAS THAT, NOW?
...GUYS IF I'M GONNA KEEP
THE ROLL OFF.
♪♪
♪♪
IF I GO SLOW,
WE'RE GONNA JUST DO THIS.
IF I GO FAST, SHE RIDES IT.
♪♪
♪♪
HERE COMES A BIG ONE! GET DOWN!
-AAH!
-LOOK OUT!
♪♪
Narrator:
NEAR ELSA'S SOUTHERN END...
...ON THE SAGA.
HERE COMES A BIG ONE! GET DOWN!
HEADS UP!
[ ALL SHOUTING ]Jake: GET DOWN!
[ MAN SHOUTS INDISTINCTLY ]
Man: OH, MY GOD.
THAT'S THE KIND OF WAVE
THAT'LL SNEAK UP ON YA.
YOU GOT TO HAVE ON HAND
ON THE THROTTLE
AND ONE HAND ON THE HAILER.
I JUST NEED TO GET THE POTS
OFF THE BOAT AT THIS POINT.
Narrator: CAPTAIN JAKE ANDERSON
DOES BATTLE WITH SEASON'S
MOST MONSTROUS SEA FUELED
BY POWERFUL POLAR WINDS.
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♪♪
FEELING GOOD! IT'S OUR LAST POT!
IT'S A GOOD FEELING
TO GET THIS GEAR OFF THE BOAT.
WE WAS FEELING TOO HEAVY.
NOW WE'RE GONNA GET IT HEAVY
WITH CRAB NOW.
THAT'S THE LAST ONE.
YEAH, SORRY, FELLAS.
LAST ONE.
THANK GOD THAT'S OVER.
THIS HAUL WORKED, MAN,
I'M EITHER REALLY LUCKY
OR JUST A COMPLETE GENIUS.
♪♪
Narrator: 277 MILES NORTH,
JUST SPITTING DISTANCE
FROM THE KREMLIN,
THE 148-FOOT SOUTHERN WIND
STANDS FAST AGAINST ELSA'S
NORTHERN BLAST.
♪♪
I'VE NEVER SEEN
THIS [BLEEP] BEFORE.
IT'S ALL NEW.
I'M A WELDER BY TRADE.
I'VE NEVER COMMERCIALLY FISHED.
THIS IS WILD.
THIS IS ALASKA, MAN.
THIS PLACE IS RELENTLESS.
SHE'S COLD, AND SHE'S HERE.
BUT IT'S DEFINITELY FISHABLE,
ESPECIALLY FOR A BOAT LIKE THIS.
WE TOOK THE CHANCE.
WE RAN UP TO THE NORTH.
WE HAD TO.
THERE WAS NOTHING WHERE WE WERE.
AND DAMNED IF WE DIDN'T
GET ON THEM.
Narrator:
NOW IN THE NORTH,
CAPTAIN STEVE "HARLEY" DAVIDSON
FOUND BIGGER NUMBERS.
HE ALSO FOUND A STORM
THAT'S ONLY GETTING
MORE PISSED OFF BY THE MINUTE.
Harley: I HAVE SOME HIGH HOPES
FOR TODAY.
I MEAN, IF I CAN GET THROUGH
90 POTS,
I CAN REASONABLE DREAM
THAT I'M GONNA GET 20,000,
25,000 CRAB.
IT'S CLOSE TO $100,000...
♪♪
♪♪
-OH, YEAH!
-YEAH!
-WHOO!
-WHOO!
NICE. NICE.
THIS IS THE KIND OF STUFF
THAT FILLS BOATS, MAN.
WHOA! YEAH!
♪♪
♪♪
YES! [ LAUGHS ]
WHOO!
♪♪
I'M STILL THINKING
THAT'S GONNA EXPEDITE,
HELP ME GET CLOSER TO MY GOAL.
SEE WHAT THIS NEXT POT --
IF IT'S LIKE THIS ONE,
JUST ROLL IT.
-OH, MY GOD!
-WHOO!
THEY JUST KEEP GETTING BIGGER
AND BIGGER!
YEAH!
OH-HO-HO!
SHUT THE FRONT THE DOOR.
Narrator: TAKING ADVANTAGE
OF THE BIOMASS BELOW,
THE SKIPPER ROLLS HIS GEAR
BACK INTO THE WATER...
WE'RE ROLLING IT.
THAT MEANS WE'RE
SETTING IT BACK, BRADY.
Narrator:
...DOUBLING DOWN ON THE CRAB...
GET THAT BAIT OUT,
PUT THE NEW ONE IN.
...AND THE WORK FOR HARLEY'S
NEPHEW, GREENHORN BRADY TAYLOR.
Harley: OUR BAIT MAN.
OUR BAIT MAN, BRADY.
HE'S, YOU KNOW, GOT GOOD ENERGY,
HARD WORKER.
THE GUYS ARE STARTING
TO LIKE HIM.
I THINK HE'LL BE FINE.
WE KEEP PULLING CRAB LIKE THIS,
A WEEK TOPS, WE'RE OUT.
WE'RE HEADED HOME.
THAT'S WHAT WE ALL WANT HERE.
SUB FOR A WEEK,
VACATION FOR A WHILE.
WHOO!
THAT'S THE LIFE OF CRABBER.
WHOA-HO! OH, MAN.
IT'S NOT VERY GOOD TO COUNT
YOUR CHICKENS
BEFORE THEY HATCH, RIGHT?
I KNOW.
GRANDMA TAUGHT ME,
BUT IT'S HARD NOT TO.
♪♪
Harley: UH-OH.
OH, JEEZ.
SOMEBODY WANNA HELP HIM?
-HURRY UP! HURRY UP!
-Man: PUT IT ON THAT.
PUT IT IN
THAT [BLEEP] RIGHT THERE!
-HEY!
-[BLEEP]!
♪♪
♪♪
Narrator:
ON THE SOUTHERN WIND...
Harley: UH-OH.
OH, JEEZ.
SOMEBODY WANNA HELP HIM?
-HURRY UP! HURRY UP!
-Man: PUT IT ON THAT.
PUT IT IN
THAT [BLEEP] RIGHT THERE!
MOTHER[BLEEP] THING!
[BLEEP]! DAMN IT!
CH-CH-CH-CH-CH-CH-CH.
Narrator: AFTER DAYS
OF CONSTANT FREEZING SPRAY,
A MASSIVE WAVE SNAPS THE POWER
BLOCK'S WEAKENED STEEL SHACKLE
LEAVING THE 500-POUND
PIECE OF EQUIPMENT
HANGING PRECARIOUSLY
FROM A STRAINED
1/4-INCH SAFETY CHAIN.
YOU KNOW, IF WE DON'T GET
THIS THING FIXED,
YOU KNOW, WE'LL BE DONE
WITH FISHING FOR WHO KNOWS WHEN.
DOWN.
THANK YOU.
WELL, THE BLOCK'S A KEY
PIECE OF EQUIPMENT,
AND IT'S WHAT'S
LIFTING THE POT UP.
Narrator: THE HYDRAULIC BLOCK
PULLS THE 1400-POUND POTS
FROM THE OCEAN FLOOR.
WITHOUT IT, HARLEY'S GEAR
STAYS WHERE IT IS --
AT THE BOTTOM.
DAMN! WHAT ARE YOU GONNA DO
HERE? CUT IT?
I'M GONNA CUT IT, DANNY.
RIGHT, RIGHT, RIGHT.
Harley: I'M NERVOUS, MAN.
♪♪
IT'S NOT REALLY A JOB
TO BE DOING
STANDING RIGHT NEXT
TO THE RAIL, YOU KNOW?
NOW, WITH ELSA SHOWING NO SIGNS
OF LETTING UP,
THE CREW'S STEELS THEMSELVES
AGAINST THE ELEMENTS
TO MAKE THE FIX.
I DON'T CARE, BRADY.
WHATEVER YOU WANT TO DO, BUD.
BRADY'S OUR METALWORKER BOY.
ANYTIME YOU GET SOME GRINDING
OR WELDING
OR CUTTING,
HE'S ALL OVER THAT.
'CAUSE THAT'S WHAT HE DOES.
♪♪
♪♪
Narrator: IGNORING
THE CRASHING BREAKERS...
...BRADY GOES FROM GREENHORN
BACK TO METALWORKER,
GRINDING AWAY
THE BROKEN SHACKLE.
-DID A GOOD JOB, BRADY!
-GOOD JOB, BRADY!
YOU DID GOOD!
GOOD JOB, BRADY!
AH, HE'LL BE PROUD
WHEN HE GETS DONE.
I'M PROUD OF HIM, TOO.
ENGINEER MUNSEY KENNON
FINISHES THE JOB,
ATTACHING THE NEW STEEL FITTING
TO SECURE THE BLOCK.
WE'RE WINNING, MAN.
WE COME ACROSS OBSTACLES
ALL THE TIME,
BUT WE ALWAYS MANAGE
TO GET THROUGH 'EM.
I DON'T KNOW. I THINK ALL OF US
GUYS WORK PRETTY GOOD TOGETHER.
-YOU ALL GOOD NOW?
-YEAH.
-HIGH FIVES!
-BEAUTIFUL WORK.
COME ON!
ALL FIXED UP AND BACK IN ACTION.
SEE IF WE CAN'T GET BACK
ON TRACK HERE.
♪♪
Narrator:
ONLY 15 MILES NORTH,
...JUST UP THE RUSSIAN LINE,
ON THE CORNELIA MARIE...
ICE GETS HEAVIER, DROPS YOU DOWN
MORE, FREEZES OVER THE DECK.
WATER CAN'T DRAIN OFF THE DECK,
THEN YOU'RE UP THE PROVERBIAL
CREEK MADE OF EXCREMENT.
♪♪
Narrator: AS THE CREW CONTINUES
TO FIGHT ELSA'S
NORTHERN FREEZE...
THIS IS SOME SERIOUSLY [BLEEP]
WEATHER TO BE HAULING GEAR IN.
...
CO-CAPTAINS JOSH AND CASEY
POUND THEIR WAY TO THE HEAD
OF THEIR 27-POT STRING...
THIS IS OUR LITTLE SCHOOL
OF CRAB AS FAR AS I'M CONCERNED.
...
LOOKING TO CASH IN A THIRD TIME
ON THE RUSSIAN BONANZA.
IT'S [BLEEP] COLD.
♪♪
GAME ON, BABY.
♪♪
♪♪
♪♪
NO DAYLIGHT. I WANT NO DAYLIGHT
THROUGH THEM POTS.
[ WHIRRING ]
-OH, YEAH.
-IS IT LOOKING GOOD.
COME ON! COME ON!
[ SHOUTS INDISTINCTLY ]
[ LAUGHING ]
OH, MY GOD!
[ CHEERING ]
♪♪
YEAH! [ LAUGHS ]
THIS IS THE GOOD STUFF.
♪♪
WHY? WHY DOES IT ALWAYS,
ON THE FIRST [BLEEP] POT,
YOU GET THIS WET?
♪♪
-Josh: YEAH.
-GOOD.
-OH, YEAH!
-YEAH!
WHOO!
WE GOT SOME FULL POTS.
DOING GOOD.
Narrator: THE SKIPPERS' TRIP
TO THE RUSSIAN LINE
COMES UP ACES AGAIN.
Man: WHOA-HO! OH, MAN.
Narrator: BUT ELSA STILL HAS
A FEW CARDS UP HER SLEEVE.
♪♪
[BLEEP], MAN.
REALLY BAD STORM, AND IT'S
GETTING WORSE AND WORSE.
PROBABLY BLOWING 60,
AT LEAST, OUT HERE NOW.
[ THUD ]OH, [BLEEP].
[BLEEP].
-IF THAT GETS ANY ROUGHER,
WE'RE GONNA HAVE TO
SHUT HER DOWN.
THAT'S ALL THERE IS TO IT.
♪♪
RIGHT NOW, WE ARE RIGHT ON
THAT BRINK OF MAKING THAT CALL.
BUT...
"SAFE" BEING
A RELATIVE TERM.
WE'RE STILL CRAB FISHING
IN THE WINTER ON THE BERING SEA.
♪♪
WHOA! YEAH!
WHOO-HOO!
[ THUD ]
Linde: OW!
Narrator:
THIS WEEK ON "SALTY TAKES"...
THE GUYS GET SMILEY FACES WHEN
THEY DO A GOOD JOB AROUND HERE.
I HAVEN'T EARNED
A SMILEY FACE YET. [ LAUGHS ]
...A MID-SEASON MORALE BOOSTER
FROM CAPTAIN KEITH.
ALRIGHT, GUYS,
FOR A JOB WELL DONE,
EVERYBODY GETS A SMILEY FACE!
-YAY!
-AW!
-YES!
-YOU GET ONE.
YOU OUGHTA GET TWO.
-YEAH.
Soper: HOW LONG YOU BEEN
HANDING THESE OUT?
[ LAUGHTER ]
THEY BEEN AROUND A WHILE!
I BEEN HANDING THEM OUT FOR,
LIKE, 18 YEARS. [ LAUGHS ]
DAMN!
ELIJAH'S GOT ABOUT SIX
ON HIS DOOR OVER HERE.
THE LONGER
YOU'VE BEEN AROUND,
THE TOUGHER THEY ARE
TO EARN, SOPER.
Narrator: 151,000 POUNDS
IS DEFINITELY SOMETHING
TO SMILE ABOUT...
IFYOU DON'T THINK ABOUT
THE ANGRY ARCTIC SUPER STORM
BEARING DOWN OUTSIDE.
♪♪
Narrator:
ON THE CORNELIA MARIE...
WHOA!
YEAH!
WHOO-HOO!
[ THUD ]
Linde: OW!
[BLEEP]. AH, [BLEEP].
YOU OKAY, THERE, KYLE?
YOU OKAY? YOU ALRIGHT?
Narrator: LOSING HIS FOOTING
ON THE ICY DECK...
OW!
...GREENHORN
KYLE "TUGBOAT" LINDE
NARROWLY AVOIDS BEING CRUSHED
BY 1,400 POUNDS
OF STEEL AND CRAB.
YOU OKAY?
[BLEEP] SLICK OUT HERE!
Casey: THAT'S IT.
WE'RE NOT GONNA PLAY ANYMORE.
Narrator:
AND CAPTAIN CASEY McMANUS
HAS SEEN ENOUGH.
THIS IS IT, BOYS.
Narrator:
FACING AN UNRELENTING STORM
AND INCREASINGLY
HAZARDOUS CONDITIONS ON DECK...
-COME ON!
-HEY!
...CASEY SHUTS DOWN THE HAUL
TO WAIT OUT THE WORST
OF ELSA'S POUNDING WAVES.
I DON'T WANT ANYBODY ELSE
GETTING BEAT UP, HURT,
WORSE THAN THEY ALREADY ARE.
NOTHING. NOTHING!
-Linde: OW!
-WHAT'S IT CALLED?
ELSA?
-YEAH.
ELSA'S A COLD [BLEEP] BITCH.
Casey: OUR GOAL IS ALWAYS
TO PUT SAFETY FIST
AND NEVER HAVE ANYBODY
GET HURT.
BUT, ESPECIALLY THIS FAR NORTH,
WE'RE OUT OF HELO RANGE.
♪♪
Narrator:
BACK DOWN SOUTH...
...ON THE SAGA.
Jake: SO, WHERE HERE DOWN
IN THE SOUTH,
AND I'VE BEEN FOLLOWING
THIS SCHOOL.
ALL THESE POTS
ARE SET TO CATCH CRAB.
THEY'RE NOT SET FOR THE WEATHER.
♪♪
Narrator: HOT ON THE TRAIL
OF A FAST-MOVING BIOMASS,
CRAB JAKE ANDERSON
APPROACHES POTS
AIMED AT THE MEATY MIDSECTION
OF THE MIGRATING SCHOOL.
Jake:
ALRIGHT, FELLAS, HERE WE GO.
♪♪
♪♪
DOWN ON THE EDGE HERE,
IT'S EITHER BLANKS
OR TANKS.
HOLY COW.
WHOO!
OH!
HOLY [BLEEP]! OH, YEAH!
[ CHEERS, LAUGHTER ]
[ LAUGHS ]
THIS IS 24-HOUR SOAK.
THAT'S IT. IT'S ONE DAY.
-YEAH!
-WHOO!
FOUND THEM, MAN.
THIS IS WHAT WE WANTED.
♪♪
GOD, I HOPE THIS HOLDS UP
THROUGHOUT THE WHOLE GEAR.
[BLEEP], HERE WE GO.
OHH! [ LAUGHING ]
-[BLEEP]
-YEAH!
Jake: LOOK AT THAT.
THAT'S A HUGE
FRICKIN' POT, DUDE.
WHOO!
NICE CRAB!
GOT A LOT OF CRAB THERE!
-WOW!
-HOLY [BLEEP].
YOU FOUND 'EM!
I'M SITTING HERE WITH PROBABLY
800, 900 CRAB IN THAT POT.
THIS IS DEFINITELY FAR BETTER
THAN WHAT WE WERE DOING
UP NORTH.
THESE ARE TANK FILLERS
RIGHT HERE.
YOU DO 200 POTS LIKE THAT,
YOU GOT 150,000 POUNDS.
BOOM, DONE.
Narrator:
THE FULL FORCE OF ELSA'S FURY
SHOWS NO SIGNS OF SLOWING.
-WHOO!
-YEAH, BABY!
Narrator: BUT FOR TODAY,
JAKE SNATCHES A HARD-EARNED WIN
FROM THE JAWS OF THE SHE-BEAST.
WHOO!
FOR ME, RIGHT NOW,
THE MOST IMPORTANT THING --
I'M NOT BACKING DOWN.
I'M NOT SLOWING DOWN
FOR NOTHING.
I DON'T CARE IF IT'S ICE.
I DON'T CARE IF IT'S WEATHER.
THIS BOAT IS READY.
[ WIND WHISTLING ]
Narrator:
250 MILES NORTHWEST.
♪♪
Keith: RIGHT NOW, WE'RE
500 MILES FROM DUTCH HARBOR,
BUT WE'RE ONLY 200 MILES AWAY
FROM RUSSIA.
Narrator: FACING DOWN
ELSA'S FRIGID 55-KNOT HEADWINDS,
THE ENTIRE WAY...
JUST ABOUT READY TO SET
THE FIST POT.
...WIZARDCAPTAIN KEITH COLBURN
ARRIVES SAFELY AT HIS NEW HOME.
YEAH, BEAUTIFUL WEATHER
OUT HERE ON THE BERING SEA.
...HOPEFULLY A LOT EASIER
THEN IT WENT UP.
OKAY, ROGER.
GET THE SNAPS OFF THE TARP.
YOU GETTING THAT ONE ON THE SIDE
RIGHT THERE?
Keith: I CAN'T EVEN
IMAGINE HOW BAD
THAT FORWARD STACK WOULD'VE BEEN
IF WE WOULDN'T HAVE
TARPED IT UP.
YOU KNOW, THAT TARP WAS
A LOT EASIER TAKING DOWN
THAN IT WAS PUTTING UP.
WELL WORTH IT. WELL WORTH IT.
ALRIGHT, YOU GUYS.
LET'S GET THIS GEAR OFF HERE.
WE NEED TO START CATCHING
SOME CRAB.
YEAH, BABY. LET'S DO THIS.
Keith: WE'VE HAD
FISHING HERE BEFORE.
I THINK THE LAST TIME
WAS PROBABLY 1997.
I'M JUST ABOUT INTO THIS BAND
OF FISH IN HERE.
YOU KNOW, BETWEEN 67 AND 71 DEEP
IN PERVENETS CANYON.
Narrator: REACHING INTO
HIS 34 YEARS OF EXPERIENCE...
GO AHEAD.
...KEITH TAKES HIS CHANCES
ON GROUNDS
HE HASN'T FISHED
IN OVER TWO DECADES.
Keith: IT'S A GAMBLE,
COMING WAY UP THE HILL.
EVEN IF YOU DON'T FIND ANYTHING,
YOU'RE STUCK IN THE MIDDLE
OF A STORM.
YOU KNOW, I'VE SEEN STORMS
LIKE THIS BEFORE.
THEY SEEM TO LINGER.
AND THE REAL BIG STORMS,
SOMETIMES, THEY STAY ON YOU
FOR DAYS AT A TIME.
THIS IS DEFINITELY GONNA BE
ONE OF THOSE STORMS.
Narrator: COMING UP --
ELSA CONTINUES TO RAGE...
WE'RE OFF THE CHARTS.
-AAH!
-[ GROANS ]
-HOLD ON
-MAKE WAY! MAKE WAY!
WHOA-HO-HO-HO!
HANG ON, GUYS.
HANG ON. HANG ON.
WATCH OUT!
-WHOA!
HANG ON! HANG ON!
-GET DOWN!
-WHOA!
AAH! AAH!
♪♪