Deadliest Catch (2005–…): Season 15, Episode 12 - Sixty Foot Monster - full transcript
Arctic super-storm Elsa intensifies, the forecast warns of isolated waves of gigantic size. In the crab-rich northern grounds, the Cornelia Marie, Wizard, Southern Wind haul pots as big as the waves, until one boat faces a 60-foot monster.
♪♪
Harley: LOOK AT THIS.
MONSTER STORM THE SIZE
OF THE STATE OF ALASKA.
CAPTIONS PAID FOR BY
DISCOVERY COMMUNICATIONS
EVERY NINE HOURS OR SO,
A REGION WOULD HAVE
A 60-FOOT HEIGHT WAVE,
AND IT WOULD NOT BE CONSIDERED
A ROGUE WAVE.
[ ZAYDE WOLF'S "GLADIATOR"
PLAYING ]
[ CHUCKLES ]
THAT'S AN ASS-KICKER, DUDE.
[ MAN SHOUTS INDISTINCTLY ]
Man: LOOK OUT!
THE FORCE OF THAT WATER, IT'LL
JUST BREAK YOUR COLLARBONE,
SMASH YOUR TEETH.
[ MAN SHOUTS ]
THE IS BERING SEA FISHING, MAN.
♪ I'M-A GIVE YOU A SECOND
JUST TO CATCH YOUR BREATH ♪
♪ 'CAUSE I CAN SEE THAT ♪
♪ YOUR HEART IS JUMPIN'
OUT YOUR CHEST ♪
RIGHT NOW,
I'M JUST ONE POT AT A TIME.
KEEP 'EM SAFE, GET IT STACKED.
♪♪
♪ I'VE GOT EVERY REASON
TO FIGHT ♪
Man: IT'S ALL ABOUT THE HEART,
HOW MUCH HEART YOU HAVE LEFT.
♪ I'VE GOT EVERY REASON
TO FIGHT ♪
WATCH OUT!
♪ GLADIATOR ♪[ GROANS ]
♪ GLADIATOR ♪
BIG WAVE! BIG ONE!
HOLD ON!
♪ BONE SHAKER, DOMINATOR ♪WHOO!
♪ FREIGHT TRAIN, WRECKING BALL ♪HANG ON, GUYS. HANG ON. HANG ON.
♪ I'M THE GLADIATOR ♪
AAH! AAH!
-WHOO!
-HOLD ON!
MAN UP, FINISH WHAT YOU START.
♪ GLADIATOR ♪
♪♪
[ WIND WHISTLING ]
♪♪
Narrator: WHITE-KNUCKLE HOURS
HAVE TURNED TO DAYS OF TORMENT
UNDER THE REIGN
OF A FRIGID TYRANT -- ELSA.
THE SEASON'S LARGEST STORM
SHOWS NO SIGNS
OF SLOWING DOWN OR MOVING ON.
Casey: IT'S GONNA BE
A COLD FEW DAYS, BOYS.
OLD ELSA DOES NOT WANT
TO PLAY NICE.
Narrator: THREE TITANS --
THE CORNELIA MARIE,
THE SOUTHERN WIND,
AND THE WIZARD --
FIGHT BACK IN THE CRAB-RICH
NORTHERN WATERS
OF THE RUSSIAN LINE.
WE'RE DRIVING STRAIGHT INTO
THE TEETH OF THIS FREEZING SPRAY
AND STORM ELSA.
I'M BASICALLY JUST TRYING
TO SURVIVE.
Narrator: BUT THE LONGER
THAT ELSA'S ASSAULT CONTINUES,
THE LARGER AND MORE POWERFUL
THE SWELLS BECOME.
Keith: WEATHER'S COMING AT ME
EVERY DIFFERENT DIRECTION
RIGHT NOW,
AND I'VE GOT TO PROTECT
MY BOAT AND THE CREW.
Narrator: AND FOR THE CAPTAINS
THAT CHOSE TO FIGHT IT OUT,
THE NIGHTMARE OF
DECK-CLEARING, 4-STORY WAVES
BECOMES A REALITY.
Harley:
THEM WAVES ARE JUST...
THROW YOU AROUND
LIKE A LITTLE RAG DOLL.
AND I FELT IT.
ONCE IT GETS AHOLD OF YOU,
THE ONLY THING
YOU'RE PRAYING FOR
IS THAT YOU'RE GONNA END UP
ON THE BOAT.
♪♪
Narrator: 520 MILES NORTH
OF DUTCH HARBOR,
ON THE STORM-CHURNED SEAS
OF THE RUSSIAN LINE...
IT IS NASTY OUTSIDE.
♪♪
...THE CORNELIA MARIE
POWERS THROUGH 25-FOOT SEAS
TO THE START OF HER NEXT STRING.
Josh: I'M READY TO GO BATTLE
MOTHER NATURE.
IT'S NOT FIT FOR MAN NOR BEAST
OUTSIDE RIGHT NOW.
GOT ABOUT 145,000 ON BOARD
RIGHT NOW.
AFTER THIS STRING, PROBABLY
AROUND 155,000 TO 160,000.
Narrator:
AFTER GAMBLING THEIR SEASON
ON A 520-MILE JOURNEY NORTH,
EVEN THE FORECASTED
60-FOOT MONSTER WAVES
WON'T CHASE CAPTAINS JOSH HARRIS
AND CASEY McMANUS
OFF THE SCORE OF THEIR CAREERS.
Man: OH, THINGS ARE GETTING
CRAZY OUT HERE,
SO EVERYBODY NEEDS
TO BE ON THEIR TOES.
♪♪
Casey: YOU BETTER CATCH
THE REST OF THIS CRAB QUICK
AND GET 'EM IN DOWN.
IT'S WHAT IT IS AT
THIS POINT.
COME ON, COME ON, COME ON,
COME ON, COME ON!
YEAH, BABY!
OH, YEAH.
WHOO!
Josh: WOW.
WHOO-HOO!
WHOO!
HOLY SCHNIKES!
WHOO!
HOLD ON! [ GROANS ]
[BLEEP]
YEAH!
Josh: OH, MY GOD.
DUDE! [ LAUGHS ]
THAT'S SOME CRAB
RIGHT THERE.
WHOO!
WHOO!
YEAH, THAT'S GONNA HURT.
♪♪
♪♪
Man: WHOA! THAT WASN'T ME!
CENTER TIE!
[ THUD ]WHOA!
WHOA, WHOA! WATCH OUT!
WATCH OUT.
-HOLY [BLEEP],
-JUST WATCH YOURSELF.
-[BLEEP]
-[ SHOUTS INDISTINCTLY ]
AND THE REST GO ON.
WELL...
[BLEEP] THE PICKING HOOK
ACTUALLY SNAP OFF?
IS THAT WHAT HAPPENED?
RIGHT WHEN THE POT WAS COMING
OVER HERE ON THE RAILING,
AND THEN IT JUST WENT "DINK!"
AND SPLASHED RIGHT BACK
IN THE WATER.
Narrator: AS THE FORWARD CRANE
PULLS 2,000 POUNDS
OF STEEL AND CRAB
OUT OF THE WATER,
THE LINE CONNECTED
TO THE PICKING HOOK SNAPS,
SENDING THE POT PLUMMETING BACK
INTO THE BERING SEA,
NEARLY ENSNARING
DECK BOSS D.J. CAMPBELL
AND DRAGGING HIM
TO THE DEPTHS BELOW.
SOMEBODY COULD HAVE
GOT SERIOUSLY INJURED.
♪♪
♪♪
Casey: HAVING A PICKING HOOK
SNAP LIKE THAT
IS PROBABLY ONE OF
THE MOST DANGEROUS THINGS,
'CAUSE IF THE GUY BEHIND YOU
ALREADY HAS HIS LINE ARM
THROUGH THE COIL
AND HE'S TYING THE SHOT,
HE COULD BE THE GUY THAT GOES
"SHWOOP OOP" RIGHT OVER.
THAT COULD HAVE BEEN
THE END OF D.J. RIGHT THERE,
NEVER SEEN HIS BABY BE BORN.
IT HAPPENS THAT FAST
OUT HERE.
Narrator:
STUCK IN 25-FOOT SEAS
WITH NO WAY
TO HAUL THEIR POTS...
THIS IS NOT WHAT WE NEEDED.
...THE BROKEN PICKING HOOK
SLAMS THE BREAKS ON CASEY
AND JOSH'S HOT STREAK.
Casey: I DON'T KNOW WHAT'S
GOING ON WITH THE CRANE HERE.
YOU'VE GOT TO DIAGNOSE IT,
FIGURE IT OUT,
AND GO FROM THERE.
THIS MIGHT JUST
ABSOLUTELY SCREW US.
♪♪
♪♪
Narrator: 65 MILES WEST...
WATCH RIGHT OF THE BOAT!
CARRY ON.
AAH! WHOA.
OH [BLEEP],
THAT'S A [BLEEP] WAVE.
IT'S A MONSTER.
WOW.
JUST MISSED THAT ONE, MAN.
THAT CAME ROLLING DOWN
THE PORTSIDE BIG-TIME.
Narrator: UNDETERRED BY
THE THREAT OF MASSIVE WAVES,
CAPTAIN KEITH COLBURN
STEERS THE WIZARD
INTO ARCTIC STORM ELSA'S
FROZEN HEART.
TALK ABOUT YEAH! WHOO!
-YEAH, WHOO!
-POW, POW! WHOOP, WHOOP!
Keith: RIGHT NOW,
I THINK WE'RE ABOUT
IN THE MEAT OF THIS STORM, ELSA.
THE PROBLEM IS
IT'S A HUGE STORM,
AND WE'RE GONNA GET THIS
FOR PROBABLY
ANOTHER 24 TO 36 HOURS
OF SUSTAINED EAST NORTHEAST
HEAVY FREEZING SPRAY.
COLD, COLD, COLD.
[ CLANG ]
YOU GUYS ARE GOING GREAT
ON THE DECK.
YOU GUYS KEEP GOING ON THE DECK
TO GET TO BARE WOOD.
YEAH, IT'S FLAT NASTY OUT HERE.
IT'S BEEN A FEW YEARS SINCE I'VE
SEEN ICE LIKE THIS ON THE BOAT.
Roger: YOU KNOW, WE GOT TO TRY
TO KEEP A --
KEEP A HANDLE ON THIS ICE BEFORE
IT GETS OUT OF CONTROL ON US.
NOT JUST THE CRABBING OUT HERE
IS DANGEROUS,
THE WEATHER'S
PRETTY DANGEROUS, TOO.
WATCH OUT.
WAVE COMING STARBOARD SIDE.
HANG ON, HANG ON!
LOOK OUT!
Man: WHEW!
YEAH, LET'S GO AHEAD
AND GET THE GUYS OFF OF THERE.
AS LONG AS IT'S RUNNING,
WE'LL FINISH CHIPPING OUT
BEFORE THE NEXT STRING,
ALL RIGHT?
COMING UP.
21st OF JANUARY,
AND I GOT ABOUT 10,000 POUNDS
OF CRAB ON THIS BOAT.
I MEAN, FOR ME, THIS IS MY FIRST
REAL POT OF THE SEASON.
♪♪
Narrator: AFTER STRIKING OUT
IN THE SOUTH,
KEITH MADE THE 240-MILE TREK
TO THE FAR NORTHWESTERN EDGE
OF THE FISHING GROUNDS.
WE'RE UP NEAR THE 60 LINE RIGHT
NOW, WHICH IS REALLY FAR NORTH,
RIGHT WHERE WE'VE HAD
REALLY HOT FISHING
BEFORE DEEP
IN PERVENETS CANYON.
NOW, HE'S COUNTING ON
THESE DEEP, REMOTE WATERS
TO JUMP-START HIS SEASON.
IT'S FEAST OR FAMINE HERE.
SO, WE JUST GOT TO PLAY UNTIL WE
COME UP WITH SOMETHING UP HERE.
PULL THE FLOATY.
COME ON, BABY.
IT'S A GAMBLE COMING WAY UP
THE HILL FOR THIS.
AND IT'S A LOT OF WORK,
IT'S A LOT OF TIME,
A LOT OF ENERGY JUST TO GET UP
WAY UP NORTH WHERE WE'RE AT NOW.
MAYBE WE'LL GET LUCKY.
BIG BOY, BIG BOY.
OH, BOO.
OH, COME ON.
AY.
DOGGONE IT.
YOU GOTTA BE KIDDING ME!
YEAH, WELL, THAT FIRST POT'S
NOT WHAT WE'RE LOOKING FOR,
I'LL TELL YOU
THAT RIGHT NOW.
WOW. THERE'S ANOTHER BIG ONE.
[ ALARM BLARES ]
[BLEEP] WHERE DID THAT THING
COME FROM?
WE'RE ALSO NOT HAULING [BLEEP]
FOR CRABS.
AW, MAN.
NOW, THIS IS
A PRETTY LOSE-LOSE SCENARIO.
Tyler: Who knows?
THAT'S WHY THEY DON'T PAY ME
THE BIG BUCKS.
I STAND OUT ON DECK
AND FREEZE MY ASS OFF.
Keith: MY LITTLE HONEY HOLE IN
THE CANYON WAS A COMPLETE DUD.
LET'S GET THIS GEAR ON
AND GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE,
MOVE TO AN AREA WHERE
HOPEFULLY WE CAN GET WORKING.
Narrator: NO CRAB
OR SIGN OF LIFE IN HIS POTS,
THE CAPTAIN
IS BACK ON THE HUNT...
OH, BACKDOOR NOW. BACKDOOR!
WHOA!
Narrator:
...UNDER CONSTANT THREAT
FROM ELSA'S BUILDING SEAS.
ONE MORE RIGHT BEHIND IT.
[ MEN SHOUTING ]
WELL, I THINK THE TIDE'S
TURNING A LITTLE BIT,
SO IT'S PROBABLY GONNA
GET WORSE, IF THAT'S POSSIBLE.
SO JUST BE PREPARED.
YOU HEAR ME START YELLING, MAN,
START RUNNING AND HANGING ON.
WHOA, WHOA.
HERE WE GO.
OKAY, GUYS, THIS ONE'S
COMING FOR REAL I THINK.
WATCH OUT. HANG ON! HANG ON!
Man: LOOK OUT!
WHOA!
Narrator: ON THE WIZARD...
Keith: HERE WE GO.
OKAY, GUYS, THIS ONE'S
COMING FOR REAL, I THINK.
WATCH OUT. HANG ON! HANG ON!
Man: LOOK OUT!
[ MAN GROANS ]
WHERE AM I GONNA GO?
OH.
EVERYBODY GOOD?
NOT CHASE.
YEAH, YOU GOT TO HOLD
ONTO [BLEEP] DUDE.
[BLEEP]
WILD WEST OUT HERE.
THAT WAS ONE HELL OF A BIG WAVE.
IT CAME IN AND BLINDSIDED US.
WHOA.
Narrator: WHILE THE 5-MAN CREW
HAULS A POT...
HEAD'S UP!
WHERE AM I GONNA GO?
A 40-FOOT, 16,000 GALLON WALL
OF WATER SMASHES WIZARD HEAD ON.
AW.
THAT WOULD HAVE CLEARED THE DECK
AND EVERYBODY ON IT
IF I HIT US
ON THE STARBOARD SIDE.
YEAH, THAT WAS A BRUISER, MAN.
YOU'RE REALLY NEVER IN SHAPE
TO EVER BE OUT HERE
HAULING CRAB POTS,
ESPECIALLY WITH
THE WEATHER LIKE THIS.
IT DOES MAKE IT KIND OF FUN,
THOUGH.
YOU GOT TO BE ON YOUR TOES.
ALL RIGHT.
YOU GOT 38 POTS LEFT
TO PUT ON HERE.
JUST GOT TO GET THIS GEAR
ON THE BOAT,
THAT'S ALL WE GOT
TO DO RIGHT NOW.
JUST GET THE GEAR ON,
GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE.
AND I THINK OUR ONLY OPTION'S
GO EAST.
GET OUT TO THE EAST AND FIND
SOME CRAB IN THE SHALLOWS.
♪♪
Narrator: 80 MILES EAST,
ON THE RUSSIAN LINE...
WHOO-HOO-HOO.
...THE CREW OF THE MAMMOTH
140-FOOT SOUTHERN WIND
TAKE THEIR PUNISHMENT
FROM ELSA'S HATEFUL EMBRACE.
OKAY, WATCH OUT!
♪♪
WHOA!
THERE WE GO! WE'RE GOOD.
IF ONE OF THOSE WAVES,
THE FORCE OF THAT WATER,
IT'LL JUST TAKE YOU
WHEREVER YOU WANT IT.
I MEAN, I'VE HAD GUYS DOING IT
BEFORE, BREAK YOUR COLLARBONE,
SMASH YOUR TEETH.
Narrator:
CAPTAIN STEVE "HARLEY" DAVIDSON
APPROACHES HIS NEXT STRING,
WITH ONE EYE
ON HIS OPILIO POTS
AND THE OTHER HOPING TO SPOT
60-FOOT ROGUE WAVES
BEFORE THEY SPOT HIM.
-AAH! [ LAUGHS ]
-DOUBLE-SHOT!
OKAY, COMING UP.
YEAH!
Narrator: 62,000 INTO HIS
250,000-POUND QUOTA.
COME ON NOW, COME ON NOW.
Narrator: HARLEY LOOKS FOR
HIS NORTHERN HONEY HOLE
TO KEEP PAYING BIG
AND MAKE THEIR BEATINGS
WORTH THE PAIN.
MASSIVE ROLLERS GOING
THAN A HOUSE, YOU KNOW.
KEEPS YOU ON YOUR TOES
FOR SURE.
♪♪
HERE WE ARE.
YOU GOT TO WANT IT.
OH!
-WHOO!
-WHOO!
GONNA BE A LARGE POT.
♪♪
WHAT'S THE NUMBER
ON THAT ONE?
OOH, IT'S TOP-SECRET
INFORMATION.
Munsey: SEE THERE'S QUITE A BIT
OF SORTING GOING ON.
I DON'T THINK IT WAS AS CLEAN
AS THEY THOUGHT IT WAS GONNA BE.
-150.
-150?
OH, BEFORE, THESE WERE LIKE 500.
THAT'S TELLING YOU THE BOTTOM
IS NOT AS PLENTIFUL
AS YOU WERE HOPING.
-NO!
-SO WEAK.
OH, NO. 60. SIX-ZERO.
60 ON THAT ONE? RIGHT?
THESE ARE JUST A LITTLE
TOO SMALL.
WITH MOST OF THE OPILIO
IN HIS POTS
COMING UP SMALLER
THAN THE 3-INCH MINIMUM.
YESTERDAY, MY CLEANEST AND
NICEST CRAB WAS RIGHT AT 72,000.
SAND I THINK I GOT
TO GET BACK OVER THERE.
Narrator: THE CAPTAIN PLOTS
A COURSE CORRECTION.
I SEE THIS LITTLE TOPOGRAPHICAL
MOUND ON MY CHART HERE.
IT'S RIGHT HERE
TO THE SOUTHWEST OF ME.
THIS MOUNTAIN LOOKS LIKE
A LITTLE HOT DOG.
IF IT COMES UP TO 72,000,
I THINK THAT WE GOT
TO GET ON THAT.
HARLEY WILL SHUFFLE HIS GEAR
ONTO AN ELEVATED PLATEAU
KNOWN AS THE HOT DOG,
COUNTING ON THE SHALLOWER DEPTHS
TO PUT HIM BACK
ON THE MEAT.
HERE WE'RE GONNA PUT THIS ONE ON
AND GO OVER TO THE HOT DOG.
HOT DIGGITY DOG!
♪♪
ONCE YOU FIND THEM,
YOU GOT TO KEEP ON THEM.
YOU CAN'T LOSE THEM, IT'S NOT
WHAT A GOOD FISHERMAN DOES.
PEOPLE COULD BE LUCKY
AND STUMBLE ACROSS THEM,
BUT YOU'RE GONNA HAVE TO BE
GOOD TO STAY ON THEM.
♪♪
Narrator: COMING UP...
WITH ICE AND EVERYTHING ELSE
THIS IS VERY DANGEROUS.
HOLD ON.
DUDE, BIG WAVE, BIG WAVE!
LOOK OUT!
EVEN THOUGH THE WEATHER'S
HORRIBLE, WE'RE FINDING A WAY.
HANG ON, GUYS, HANG ON,
HANG ON!
HANG ON, HANG ON! AAH!
Narrator:
ON THE FAR NORTHERN WATERS,
JUST SPITTING DISTANCE
FROM PUTIN'S IRON FIST
IS THE CORNELIA MARIE.
IT'S A CRAB BOAT,
CLOSE CALLS HAPPEN A LOT,
THAT ONE I'M THANKFUL
DIDN'T TAKE HIM.
COULD HAVE.
HAVING A PICKING HOOK SNAP
LIKE THAT IS DANGEROUS.
Narrator: A BROKEN CABLE
LEAVES JOSH AND CASEY UNABLE
TO HAUL THEIR POTS.
-Man: WATCH OUT!
-Narrator: BUT THEY'RE LUCKY
THE CONSEQUENCES WEREN'T
MUCH WORSE.
YOU HAUL 10,000 POTS
AND EVERYTHING IS JUST
HUNKY-DORY AND THEN 10,001...
LIGHTS OUT, GAME OVER.
IT'S ALL FUN AND GAMES UNTIL
SOMETHING LIKE THAT HAPPENS.
IT MAKES YOU THINK A LITTLE BIT
ABOUT WHAT YOU'RE DOING.
AFTER REVIEWING THE PLAY,
THE PICKING HOOK WAS JAMMED
ALL THE WAY UP IN THAT BLOCK,
THAT'S WHEN IT SNAPPED.
ONE OF YOU'S GONNA LIFT ME UP TO
THE POT WITH THE PICKING BOOM,
AND WE STILL GOT CABLE
THROUGH THERE
SO WE CAN SPLICE ANOTHER EYE
FOR ANOTHER HOOK.
AS 25-FOOT SEAS HAMMER THE BOAT,
DECKHAND TAYLOR JENSEN
WILL ATTEMPT A HIGH-WIRE ACT
TO THREAD A NEW CABLE
THROUGH THE PULLEY
ATOP THE PICKING BOOM.
MULTIMILLION-DOLLAR OPERATION
HALTED RIGHT NOW
FROM A $200 CABLE.
WITH ICE AND EVERYTHING ELSE,
THIS IS VERY DANGEROUS.
♪♪
ALL RIGHT, LET'S DO IT.
LET'S DO IT.
♪♪
♪♪
♪♪
HOLY [BLEEP], LOOK AT THAT.
THERE IS A RAKER COMING IN.
Man: HOLD ON!
STOP!
♪♪
AAH!
[BLEEP].
[ WHISTLES ]
♪♪
[BLEEP] WATCH OUT, TAYLOR!
DOWN SLOW!
♪♪
TAYLOR IS A BAD-ASS.
[BLEEP], MAN.
THAT WAS SCARY.
THAT WAS SCARY.
I DIDN'T LIKE THAT AT ALL.
WITH THE LINE THREADED,
THE CREW RE-ATTACHES THE HOOK
AND SPOOLS THE SLACK
INTO THE DRUM.
HEY!
THE QUICK FIX
GETS THE CORNELIA MARIE
BACK IN ACTION.
BUT THE FISHING GROUND
STILL FIRMLY IN ELSA'S GRASP,
SWELLS CONTINUE TO BUILD
IN HEIGHT AND FREQUENCY.
THE WEATHER'S
NOT LOOKING PRETTY,
BUT THAT'S NOT GONNA
STOP US FROM FISHING.
WHOO!
IF IT GETS REALLY, REALLY BAD,
WE'LL MAKE THAT CALL
AT THAT TIME,
BUT UNTIL THEN, I'M GONNA PLAN
ON FISH THROUGH ALL OF IT.
YEAH-HA!
♪♪
JUST 15 MILES SOUTH..,
-WATCH OUT. WATCH OUT!
-HOLD ON!
♪♪
THIS IS BERING SEA FISHING, MAN.
THAT'S WHAT YOU GET OUT HERE.
WHERE YOU AT?
YEAH!
Narrator: SOUTHERN WIND SKIPPER
STEVE "HARLEY" DAVIDSON
SETS INTO MOUNTING
UNFORGIVING SEAS.
THERE'S THIS LITTLE MOUND
RIGHT HERE, IT'S AT 72,
AND I THINK
THAT'S WHERE THEY'RE GOING.
Narrator:
COUNTING ON A ROCKY PLATEAU
KNOWN AS THE HOT DOG
TO GET HIS OPILIO SEASON COOKING
AGAIN.
OH!
WATCH OUT!
IF THEY GET UP ON THAT HOT DOG,
I THINK I'M GONNA FIND
SOME BIGGER, CLEAN CRAB.
YEAH.
IF WE FIND THEM LIKE WE DID
THAT FIRST SET THROUGH HERE --
WE DID, YOU KNOW, 400 AVERAGE
WHICH IS REALLY HIGH NUMBER.
IF I WERE TO LOSE THAT LITTLE
BITE OF CRAB THAT I WAS ON,
THAT WOULD BE
THE MOST FRUSTRATING THING
THAT COULD HAPPEN IS TO FIND
THEM AND THEN TO LOSE THEM.
WITH HARLEY LOOKING TO GET
HIS GROOVE BACK,
80 MILES WEST...
OKAY, COMING UP OVER YOUR HEAD!
HEAD'S UP, READY.
NO PLAY, NO PLAY.
HEAD'S UP!
Narrator: KEITH TANGOS
WITH ELSA'S CHURNING SEAS,
STILL LOOKING
FOR THE SPARK HE NEEDS
TO SET HIS OPILIO SEASON
ON FIRE.
♪♪
WE CAME UP WITH NOTHING
IN OUR OLD HOT SPOT,
AND WE NEED SOMETHING
TO SHOW UP HERE.
GO, GO, GO, GO, GO!
Keith: I WAS NERVOUS ABOUT
MAKING THIS MOVE WITH THIS GEAR,
BUT I DON'T
HAVE ANY OPTIONS.
NO CRAB OUT WEST,
I CAN GUARANTEE YOU THAT.
GETTING UP SHALLOW.
WE GOT ABOUT 130 POTS ON HERE,
AND WE'VE GOT 70 POTS
LEFT DOWN IN THE CANYON.
THERE'S NO WAY I CAN A 200-POT
STACK ON THIS BOAT RIGHT NOW,
SO WE'RE LEAN AND MEAN.
Narrator: THE 30-FOOT SEAS
THREATENING THE STABILITY
OF HIS VESSEL,
KEITH MUST STACK AND MOVE
ALL 200 POTS IN TWO TRIPS,
MITIGATING HIS RISK
AS HE CONTINUES TO PERSEVERE
ELSA'S TORTUOUS TENURE.
I'M GONNA CLEAR THE ENTIRE DECK,
TURN AROUND,
AND "PEW"
RIGHT BACK TO THE CANYON
AND GET THE REST OF THE GEAR.
Man: GO, GO, GO!
HEY, WHO'S THERE,
YOU CAN GET THAT?
ROGER!
OKAY, GO AND LET IT GO.
ALL GOOD.
EVEN THOUGH THE WEATHER'S
HORRIBLE, WE'RE FINDING A WAY.
SENT A BUNCH STRANGE AND CHARGE
BACK TO GET
THE REST OF THE GEAR.
LET'S START OUR SEASON.
I THINK WE'VE HAD ENOUGH
PRACTICE.
TIME TO GO CATCH SOME CRAB.
520 MILES NORTH OF
DUTCH HARBOR...
WHOA!
...ELSA'S UNRELENTING
SINGLE-DIGIT TEMPERATURES
AND THUNDERING WAVES
ROCK THE CORNELIA MARIE.
THIS IS SOME SERIOUSLY [BLEEP]
WEATHER TO BE HAULING GEAR IN.
WITH THEIR PICKING HOOK
RETHREADED,
CASEY AND JOSH
ARE BACK TO HAULING POTS.
WE'RE STILL DOING STRONG
FISHING-WISE.
POTS ARE COMING UP FULL.
WE JUST HAVE SPRAY COMING ON
RIGHT NOW, AND SPRAY SUCKS.
AND WE HAVE BIG ROLLS,
AND WITH FULL POTS,
BIG ROLLS SUCK.
WHOA.
[BLEEP] WHOA, WHOA, WHOA,
WATCH OUT.
GET IT?
HOLY [BLEEP].
LOOK AT THAT ONE.
THAT ONE'S TALLER
THAN THE MAST.
♪♪
AAH!
IF WE GET THESE SHUFFLED,
IT'S FISHABLE, SAFELY FISHABLE.
[ MEN SHOUT INDISTINCTLY ]
LOOK OUT!
WE'RE NOT GONNA
PUSH OUR LUCK ANY FARTHER...
-ROGER!
-ALL RIGHT!
Man:
DO YOU WANT THEM IN SQUARE?
Narrator: CASEY'S PLAN --
CHANGE COURSE AND RESET HIS GEAR
TO PROTECT HIS FREEZING MEN
FROM THE WIND AND WAVES.
Man:
GIVE IT A LITTLE TENSION.
[ METAL CREAKS ]
[ METAL CREAKS ]
HEY! HOLD ON! HOLD ON!
HOLD ON! HOLD ON!
♪♪
[BLEEP]! DAMN IT!
Narrator: JUST HOURS AFTER
THEIR PICKING LINE SNAPPED...
IT WON'T COME DOWN!
...THE PORTSIDE CRANE SEIZES UP.
Casey:
THIS IS NOT WHAT WE NEEDED.
WHY?
[BLEEP].
[ CLANK ]
BACK IN THE HARNESS.
IF THAT AIN'T DEDICATION,
I DON'T KNOW WHAT IS.
I CAN'T MISS ANY BREAKS
TODAY.
Narrator: FOR THE SECOND TIME,
DECKHAND TAYLOR JENSEN
MAKES A PRECARIOUS ASCENT
2 STORIES ABOVE THE ICY DECK.
♪♪
Man: IT'S BROKEN OFF?
OH, [BLEEP].
WE'RE GONNA DIE
IN THIS [BLEEP].
HE SAYS ONE OF THE BOLTS IS
BROKEN IN THE TOP HAT.
LIKE, THE TOP OF
THAT BOLT HEAD IS MISSING.
IF THAT'S THE CASE,
THAT COULD CAUSE THAT THING
TO DROP INSIDE OF THERE.
Narrator:
THE BOLTS ON THE ROTO SEAL
HAVE SNAPPED CLEAN OFF,
PREVENTING THE ARM
FROM ROTATING.
IN OTHER WORDS, THE HYDRAULIC
CRANE ARM AIN'T MOVING.
Josh:
SO HOW DO WE FIX THAT?
YOU HAVE TO TAKE THE WHOLE
[BLEEP] THING APART.
SOMETHING WE DO
OUT HERE?
YES AND NO.
OHH.
I NEED TO GO LOOK AT THIS.
Narrator:
THE TIME AND MONEY LOST
IN A 3-DAY STEAM BACK TO PORT
WOULD TURN CASEY AND JOSH'S
FAR NORTH GAMBLE
INTO A LOSING GAME
OF RUSSIAN ROULETTE.
Josh: CASEY'S ONE OF THE BEST
MECHANICS ON THE PLANET,
SO...
HOPEFULLY WE CAN GET
THIS DONE AS FAST AS POSSIBLE.
♪♪
THIS IS, LIKE,
DUTCH HARBOR CALLED
THE HYDRAULIC SPECIALIST GUY
TO WORK HERE.
RIGHT NOW, WE'RE 480 MILES
AWAY FROM DUTCH,
SO WE'RE GONNA TRY
TO FIX THIS ON OUR OWN.
♪♪
Narrator: 10 MILES SOUTH...
Harley: OH, YEAH!
...THE SOUTHERN WINDFIGHTS
30-FOOT SEAS
TO THE TOP OF THEIR STRING.
GRAY, WINDY, BIG WAVES...
THIS IS BERING SEA FISHING, MAN.
Narrator: AFTER FOLLOWING
SIGNS OF LIFE
TO A 72-FATHOM ROCKY PLATEAU
KNOWN AS THE HOT DOG...
I BELIEVE, YOU KNOW, FROM
THE WAY MY GEAR WAS RUNNING,
AND THE WAY THE CRAB SEEMED
TO BE MOVING,
THAT THERE WAS GONNA BE SOME
NICE, CLEAN CRAB UP IN THERE.
...HARLEY'S COUNTING ON THIS SET
TO REWARD THE PUNISHMENT
HIS CREW HAS TAKEN ON DECK
WITH A TANK-STUFFING RUN
OF LOADED POTS.
♪♪
OKAY, HERE IT COMES.
FIRST POT COMING UP, GUYS.
SEE HOW IT GOES.
Danny: PULLING THE FIRST POT!
WE JUST RAN SOME GEAR DOWN
TO THE HOT DOG...
...HOPING THAT WE GET --
IT LOOKS GOOD.
WE'LL SEE HOW IT WORKS OUT.
THIS ISN'T
THAT LONG A SOAK, EITHER.
I THINK...WHAT DO WE GOT?
LIKE, 17 HOURS?
HERE IT COMES, BABY!
HOT POT!
Narrator: THIS WEEK,
"SALTY TAKES"
GOES BEHIND THE SCENES.
WELL, THE CAMERA GUY'S
KIND OF PUTTING HIMSELF
AT RISK RIGHT NOW.
HE'S TRYING TO CLEAN
THE DECK CAMERA.
Narrator:
A STORM ENDANGERS LIVES...
WE HAVEN'T HAD MUCH OF A SHOT
ON THAT CAMERA FOR A WHILE
BECAUSE IT'S BEEN COVERED
IN ICE.
...AND CAMERA LENSES.
♪♪
Narrator:
WHEN MOTHER NATURE'S MAD,
SHE GIVES NO RELIEF
TO FISHERMEN...
-NO WAY!
-Producer: YEAH.
WHAT HAPPENED?
...OR CAMERA CREW.
Narrator: GOTTA LOVE
AN EQUAL OPPORTUNIST.
[ LAUGHING ]
Narrator: THANKS, ELSA.
Keith: WE GET
A LITTLE WINDSHIELD WIPER
ON THAT OR SOMETHING.
♪♪
Narrator: WELL, LOOK WHO'S MADE
THEIR WAY TO THE POLL POSITION.
NOW LET'S SEE IF THEY CAN HOLD
ON TO THEIR ADVANTAGE.
[ BIRDS CALLING ]
Narrator:
ON THE SOUTHERN WIND...
THIS ISN'T THAT LONG A SOAK,
EITHER.
I THINK...WHAT DO WE GOT?
LIKE, 17 HOURS?
...AFTER CHASING THE CRAB TO
A 72-FATHOM UNDERWATER PLATEAU
CALLED THE HOT DOG,
CAPTAIN "HARLEY" DAVIDSON
AND HIS STORM-DRENCHED CREW
LOOK FOR ANY SIGN THAT
THEY ARE BACK ON THE BIOMASS.
Man: HERE IT COMES, BABY!
HOT POT!
♪♪
WHOO!
IT'S A WINNER!
YEAH!
OH, YEAH!
THERE'S A LOT
OF CRAB THERE, MAN.
Narrator: THE VETERAN'S
FIRST SERVING ON THE HOT DOG
COMES UP WITH ALL THE FIXINGS.
YEAH!
HOLY [BLEEP].
THERE'S A COUPLE OF CRAB
IN THERE.
I THINK THAT'S PROBABLY
CLOSE TO A 500.
Harley:
NICE, BIG, CLEAN CRAB.
THESE THINGS ARE PRETTY SOLID.
FOUR...FOUR...ZERO.
4-4-0.
OKAY. OKAY.
THAT'S STILL PRETTY GOOD.
I'LL TAKE THAT EVERY DAY.
SECOND ONE COMING UP.
OH, YEAH!
OH, WOW!
JEEZ, MAN! [ CHUCKLES ]
THAT'S A GOOD ONE.
THAT WAS A HUGE POT RIGHT THERE.
BIG TABLE FULL OF CRABS.
Man: WHOO-HOO!
FOUR-SEVEN-ZERO.
RIGHT! GOOD DEAL!
Man: AW!
Narrator: AFTER DAYS OF FREEZING
WINDS AND CRUSHING WAVES...
-WHOO!
-ANOTHER WINNER, MAN.
...CAPTAIN HARLEY PUTS HIS CREW
BACK ON THE MEAT.
SEE IF WE CAN GET 600
OUT OF THIS ONE.
OKAY. LOOK AT THAT! GOD!
HOLY [BLEEP]!
Munsey: HOT DOG'S
WORKING OUT JUST FINE.
Narrator: 10 MILES NORTH...
...ON THE CORNELIA MARIE...
Man: THERE'S TOO MUCH ICE.
THERE'S NOT ENOUGH ALIGNMENT.
THERE'S NOT ENOUGH LIGHT.
THERE'S NOT ENOUGH
[BLEEP] ANYTHING.
LIKE, I PHYSICALLY
CAN'T [BLEEP] DO IT.
...CRAMPED INSIDE
THE 3-FOOT WIDE BASE,
CO-CAPTAIN CASEY McMANUS RACES
TO FIX THE PORTSIDE CRANE.
Narrator: VIBRATIONS
CAUSED BY A BROKEN BOLT
SHOOK THE CRANE'S ROTATING
MECHANISM LOOSE FROM ITS SEAT.
THE BALANCE FOR A SEASON
HANGS IN THIS FIX.
Narrator: IT'S UP TO CASEY
TO RESECURE THE LOOSE PARTS
TO AVOID FURTHER DAMAGE
AND GET THE CRANE
AND THEIR SEASON BACK ONLINE.
Josh: WELL, MY DAD SAYS
THERE'S THREE TYPES OF PEOPLE
IN THIS WORLD --
PEOPLE THAT
WATCH [BLEEP] HAPPEN,
THERE'S PEOPLE THAT
MAKE [BLEEP] HAPPEN,
AND THERE'S PEOPLE THAT WONDER
WHAT THE [BLEEP] JUST HAPPENED.
DON'T BE NUMBER 3.
[ GROANS, BLEEP ]
♪♪
♪♪
[ WRENCH CLICKING ]
Man: YEAH?
-Casey: ALL RIGHT.
-THERE!
♪♪
♪♪
HOW WE DOING THERE, CAP?
LOOKS LIKE THEY'RE
TESTING IT RIGHT NOW.
♪♪
[ CHEERING ]
Josh: WE GOT IT FIXED.
Man: WHOO!
Casey: IT WAS A NIGHTMARE,
BUT WE SHOULD
BE IN A POSITION NOW
WHERE ALL THE FUNCTIONS
SHOULD WORK AGAIN.
Narrator:
JOSH AND CASEY MAY HAVE PUT
THEIR EQUIPMENT PROBLEMS
BEHIND THEM...
GETTING BY
30, 35-FOOT SEAS OUT HERE,
SUB-ZERO TEMPERATURES.
...BUT THE ICE-COLD FURY OF ELSA
ISN'T GOING ANYWHERE.
CRAB FISHING WASN'T
INTENSE ALREADY,
THEN YOU ADD
THIS [BLEEP] TO IT --
I'LL TELL YOU WHAT,
IT'S GETTING REAL.
Casey: MARKS THE END
TO A REALLY [BLEEP] DAY.
♪♪
Narrator: 70 MILES WEST...
...ON THE WIZARD...
ONE'S COMING BACK THERE,
BACK SIDE, BACKDOOR, BACKDOOR.
...CAPTAIN KEITH BARRELS THROUGH
WHAT HAVE GROWN TO BE
40-FOOT SEAS,
STACKING ON THE SECOND HALF
OF HIS GEAR
TO COMPLETE HIS MOVE
TO SHALLOWER EASTERN WATERS.
EVERY FEW MINUTES, WE'RE GETTING
A PRETTY GOOD SIZE WAVE
COME ROLLING THROUGH HERE THAT'S
LITERALLY COMING THE WORK ZONE,
OVER THE PORTSIDE,
OVER THE BOW.
Man: OH, NO!
Keith: JUST GOTTA
GET THIS GEAR ON THE BOAT.
THAT'S ALL WE GOTTA DO
RIGHT NOW.
NOT GONNA BE A NICE RIDE
BACK UP THE HILL.
Narrator: BUT THE POWER OF ELSA
TURNS EVERY MILE
INTO A RELENTLESS,
FROZEN GAUNTLET.
♪♪
Keith: RIGHT NOW, I'M JUST
ONE POT AT A TIME.
YO.
HAUL ONE...
...TRY AND KEEP THE GUYS SAFE
AND STACK IT.
♪♪
HAUL ONE...
...KEEP 'EM SAFE,
GET IT STACKED.
I THINK I'M GONNA
GET THROUGH THIS.
YES, I'M GONNA GET THROUGH THIS.
♪♪
WHOA!
THAT WAS GONNA TAKE YOU
THE [BLEEP] OUT.
♪♪
Keith: GOD, THAT WAVE
ON THE PORTSIDE'S A MONSTER.
IT'S GONNA THROW THE BOAT OVER.
DAMN IT.
LOOK AT THAT WAVE
OUT YOUR SIDE, GUYS.
HANG ON, GUYS!
HANG ON! HANG ON!
HANG ON! HANG ON!
Man: AAH! AAH!
♪♪
[ INDISTINCT SHOUTING ]
DARN IT. WE GOT ONE GUY DOWN.
GIVE ME A HEAD COUNT.
WE GOT FIVE GUYS, RIGHT?
[ BIRDS CALLING ]
Harley: LOOK AT THIS.
MONSTER STORM THE SIZE
OF THE STATE OF ALASKA.
CAPTIONS PAID FOR BY
DISCOVERY COMMUNICATIONS
EVERY NINE HOURS OR SO,
A REGION WOULD HAVE
A 60-FOOT HEIGHT WAVE,
AND IT WOULD NOT BE CONSIDERED
A ROGUE WAVE.
[ ZAYDE WOLF'S "GLADIATOR"
PLAYING ]
[ CHUCKLES ]
THAT'S AN ASS-KICKER, DUDE.
[ MAN SHOUTS INDISTINCTLY ]
Man: LOOK OUT!
THE FORCE OF THAT WATER, IT'LL
JUST BREAK YOUR COLLARBONE,
SMASH YOUR TEETH.
[ MAN SHOUTS ]
THE IS BERING SEA FISHING, MAN.
♪ I'M-A GIVE YOU A SECOND
JUST TO CATCH YOUR BREATH ♪
♪ 'CAUSE I CAN SEE THAT ♪
♪ YOUR HEART IS JUMPIN'
OUT YOUR CHEST ♪
RIGHT NOW,
I'M JUST ONE POT AT A TIME.
KEEP 'EM SAFE, GET IT STACKED.
♪♪
♪ I'VE GOT EVERY REASON
TO FIGHT ♪
Man: IT'S ALL ABOUT THE HEART,
HOW MUCH HEART YOU HAVE LEFT.
♪ I'VE GOT EVERY REASON
TO FIGHT ♪
WATCH OUT!
♪ GLADIATOR ♪[ GROANS ]
♪ GLADIATOR ♪
BIG WAVE! BIG ONE!
HOLD ON!
♪ BONE SHAKER, DOMINATOR ♪WHOO!
♪ FREIGHT TRAIN, WRECKING BALL ♪HANG ON, GUYS. HANG ON. HANG ON.
♪ I'M THE GLADIATOR ♪
AAH! AAH!
-WHOO!
-HOLD ON!
MAN UP, FINISH WHAT YOU START.
♪ GLADIATOR ♪
♪♪
[ WIND WHISTLING ]
♪♪
Narrator: WHITE-KNUCKLE HOURS
HAVE TURNED TO DAYS OF TORMENT
UNDER THE REIGN
OF A FRIGID TYRANT -- ELSA.
THE SEASON'S LARGEST STORM
SHOWS NO SIGNS
OF SLOWING DOWN OR MOVING ON.
Casey: IT'S GONNA BE
A COLD FEW DAYS, BOYS.
OLD ELSA DOES NOT WANT
TO PLAY NICE.
Narrator: THREE TITANS --
THE CORNELIA MARIE,
THE SOUTHERN WIND,
AND THE WIZARD --
FIGHT BACK IN THE CRAB-RICH
NORTHERN WATERS
OF THE RUSSIAN LINE.
WE'RE DRIVING STRAIGHT INTO
THE TEETH OF THIS FREEZING SPRAY
AND STORM ELSA.
I'M BASICALLY JUST TRYING
TO SURVIVE.
Narrator: BUT THE LONGER
THAT ELSA'S ASSAULT CONTINUES,
THE LARGER AND MORE POWERFUL
THE SWELLS BECOME.
Keith: WEATHER'S COMING AT ME
EVERY DIFFERENT DIRECTION
RIGHT NOW,
AND I'VE GOT TO PROTECT
MY BOAT AND THE CREW.
Narrator: AND FOR THE CAPTAINS
THAT CHOSE TO FIGHT IT OUT,
THE NIGHTMARE OF
DECK-CLEARING, 4-STORY WAVES
BECOMES A REALITY.
Harley:
THEM WAVES ARE JUST...
THROW YOU AROUND
LIKE A LITTLE RAG DOLL.
AND I FELT IT.
ONCE IT GETS AHOLD OF YOU,
THE ONLY THING
YOU'RE PRAYING FOR
IS THAT YOU'RE GONNA END UP
ON THE BOAT.
♪♪
Narrator: 520 MILES NORTH
OF DUTCH HARBOR,
ON THE STORM-CHURNED SEAS
OF THE RUSSIAN LINE...
IT IS NASTY OUTSIDE.
♪♪
...THE CORNELIA MARIE
POWERS THROUGH 25-FOOT SEAS
TO THE START OF HER NEXT STRING.
Josh: I'M READY TO GO BATTLE
MOTHER NATURE.
IT'S NOT FIT FOR MAN NOR BEAST
OUTSIDE RIGHT NOW.
GOT ABOUT 145,000 ON BOARD
RIGHT NOW.
AFTER THIS STRING, PROBABLY
AROUND 155,000 TO 160,000.
Narrator:
AFTER GAMBLING THEIR SEASON
ON A 520-MILE JOURNEY NORTH,
EVEN THE FORECASTED
60-FOOT MONSTER WAVES
WON'T CHASE CAPTAINS JOSH HARRIS
AND CASEY McMANUS
OFF THE SCORE OF THEIR CAREERS.
Man: OH, THINGS ARE GETTING
CRAZY OUT HERE,
SO EVERYBODY NEEDS
TO BE ON THEIR TOES.
♪♪
Casey: YOU BETTER CATCH
THE REST OF THIS CRAB QUICK
AND GET 'EM IN DOWN.
IT'S WHAT IT IS AT
THIS POINT.
COME ON, COME ON, COME ON,
COME ON, COME ON!
YEAH, BABY!
OH, YEAH.
WHOO!
Josh: WOW.
WHOO-HOO!
WHOO!
HOLY SCHNIKES!
WHOO!
HOLD ON! [ GROANS ]
[BLEEP]
YEAH!
Josh: OH, MY GOD.
DUDE! [ LAUGHS ]
THAT'S SOME CRAB
RIGHT THERE.
WHOO!
WHOO!
YEAH, THAT'S GONNA HURT.
♪♪
♪♪
Man: WHOA! THAT WASN'T ME!
CENTER TIE!
[ THUD ]WHOA!
WHOA, WHOA! WATCH OUT!
WATCH OUT.
-HOLY [BLEEP],
-JUST WATCH YOURSELF.
-[BLEEP]
-[ SHOUTS INDISTINCTLY ]
AND THE REST GO ON.
WELL...
[BLEEP] THE PICKING HOOK
ACTUALLY SNAP OFF?
IS THAT WHAT HAPPENED?
RIGHT WHEN THE POT WAS COMING
OVER HERE ON THE RAILING,
AND THEN IT JUST WENT "DINK!"
AND SPLASHED RIGHT BACK
IN THE WATER.
Narrator: AS THE FORWARD CRANE
PULLS 2,000 POUNDS
OF STEEL AND CRAB
OUT OF THE WATER,
THE LINE CONNECTED
TO THE PICKING HOOK SNAPS,
SENDING THE POT PLUMMETING BACK
INTO THE BERING SEA,
NEARLY ENSNARING
DECK BOSS D.J. CAMPBELL
AND DRAGGING HIM
TO THE DEPTHS BELOW.
SOMEBODY COULD HAVE
GOT SERIOUSLY INJURED.
♪♪
♪♪
Casey: HAVING A PICKING HOOK
SNAP LIKE THAT
IS PROBABLY ONE OF
THE MOST DANGEROUS THINGS,
'CAUSE IF THE GUY BEHIND YOU
ALREADY HAS HIS LINE ARM
THROUGH THE COIL
AND HE'S TYING THE SHOT,
HE COULD BE THE GUY THAT GOES
"SHWOOP OOP" RIGHT OVER.
THAT COULD HAVE BEEN
THE END OF D.J. RIGHT THERE,
NEVER SEEN HIS BABY BE BORN.
IT HAPPENS THAT FAST
OUT HERE.
Narrator:
STUCK IN 25-FOOT SEAS
WITH NO WAY
TO HAUL THEIR POTS...
THIS IS NOT WHAT WE NEEDED.
...THE BROKEN PICKING HOOK
SLAMS THE BREAKS ON CASEY
AND JOSH'S HOT STREAK.
Casey: I DON'T KNOW WHAT'S
GOING ON WITH THE CRANE HERE.
YOU'VE GOT TO DIAGNOSE IT,
FIGURE IT OUT,
AND GO FROM THERE.
THIS MIGHT JUST
ABSOLUTELY SCREW US.
♪♪
♪♪
Narrator: 65 MILES WEST...
WATCH RIGHT OF THE BOAT!
CARRY ON.
AAH! WHOA.
OH [BLEEP],
THAT'S A [BLEEP] WAVE.
IT'S A MONSTER.
WOW.
JUST MISSED THAT ONE, MAN.
THAT CAME ROLLING DOWN
THE PORTSIDE BIG-TIME.
Narrator: UNDETERRED BY
THE THREAT OF MASSIVE WAVES,
CAPTAIN KEITH COLBURN
STEERS THE WIZARD
INTO ARCTIC STORM ELSA'S
FROZEN HEART.
TALK ABOUT YEAH! WHOO!
-YEAH, WHOO!
-POW, POW! WHOOP, WHOOP!
Keith: RIGHT NOW,
I THINK WE'RE ABOUT
IN THE MEAT OF THIS STORM, ELSA.
THE PROBLEM IS
IT'S A HUGE STORM,
AND WE'RE GONNA GET THIS
FOR PROBABLY
ANOTHER 24 TO 36 HOURS
OF SUSTAINED EAST NORTHEAST
HEAVY FREEZING SPRAY.
COLD, COLD, COLD.
[ CLANG ]
YOU GUYS ARE GOING GREAT
ON THE DECK.
YOU GUYS KEEP GOING ON THE DECK
TO GET TO BARE WOOD.
YEAH, IT'S FLAT NASTY OUT HERE.
IT'S BEEN A FEW YEARS SINCE I'VE
SEEN ICE LIKE THIS ON THE BOAT.
Roger: YOU KNOW, WE GOT TO TRY
TO KEEP A --
KEEP A HANDLE ON THIS ICE BEFORE
IT GETS OUT OF CONTROL ON US.
NOT JUST THE CRABBING OUT HERE
IS DANGEROUS,
THE WEATHER'S
PRETTY DANGEROUS, TOO.
WATCH OUT.
WAVE COMING STARBOARD SIDE.
HANG ON, HANG ON!
LOOK OUT!
Man: WHEW!
YEAH, LET'S GO AHEAD
AND GET THE GUYS OFF OF THERE.
AS LONG AS IT'S RUNNING,
WE'LL FINISH CHIPPING OUT
BEFORE THE NEXT STRING,
ALL RIGHT?
COMING UP.
21st OF JANUARY,
AND I GOT ABOUT 10,000 POUNDS
OF CRAB ON THIS BOAT.
I MEAN, FOR ME, THIS IS MY FIRST
REAL POT OF THE SEASON.
♪♪
Narrator: AFTER STRIKING OUT
IN THE SOUTH,
KEITH MADE THE 240-MILE TREK
TO THE FAR NORTHWESTERN EDGE
OF THE FISHING GROUNDS.
WE'RE UP NEAR THE 60 LINE RIGHT
NOW, WHICH IS REALLY FAR NORTH,
RIGHT WHERE WE'VE HAD
REALLY HOT FISHING
BEFORE DEEP
IN PERVENETS CANYON.
NOW, HE'S COUNTING ON
THESE DEEP, REMOTE WATERS
TO JUMP-START HIS SEASON.
IT'S FEAST OR FAMINE HERE.
SO, WE JUST GOT TO PLAY UNTIL WE
COME UP WITH SOMETHING UP HERE.
PULL THE FLOATY.
COME ON, BABY.
IT'S A GAMBLE COMING WAY UP
THE HILL FOR THIS.
AND IT'S A LOT OF WORK,
IT'S A LOT OF TIME,
A LOT OF ENERGY JUST TO GET UP
WAY UP NORTH WHERE WE'RE AT NOW.
MAYBE WE'LL GET LUCKY.
BIG BOY, BIG BOY.
OH, BOO.
OH, COME ON.
AY.
DOGGONE IT.
YOU GOTTA BE KIDDING ME!
YEAH, WELL, THAT FIRST POT'S
NOT WHAT WE'RE LOOKING FOR,
I'LL TELL YOU
THAT RIGHT NOW.
WOW. THERE'S ANOTHER BIG ONE.
[ ALARM BLARES ]
[BLEEP] WHERE DID THAT THING
COME FROM?
WE'RE ALSO NOT HAULING [BLEEP]
FOR CRABS.
AW, MAN.
NOW, THIS IS
A PRETTY LOSE-LOSE SCENARIO.
Tyler: Who knows?
THAT'S WHY THEY DON'T PAY ME
THE BIG BUCKS.
I STAND OUT ON DECK
AND FREEZE MY ASS OFF.
Keith: MY LITTLE HONEY HOLE IN
THE CANYON WAS A COMPLETE DUD.
LET'S GET THIS GEAR ON
AND GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE,
MOVE TO AN AREA WHERE
HOPEFULLY WE CAN GET WORKING.
Narrator: NO CRAB
OR SIGN OF LIFE IN HIS POTS,
THE CAPTAIN
IS BACK ON THE HUNT...
OH, BACKDOOR NOW. BACKDOOR!
WHOA!
Narrator:
...UNDER CONSTANT THREAT
FROM ELSA'S BUILDING SEAS.
ONE MORE RIGHT BEHIND IT.
[ MEN SHOUTING ]
WELL, I THINK THE TIDE'S
TURNING A LITTLE BIT,
SO IT'S PROBABLY GONNA
GET WORSE, IF THAT'S POSSIBLE.
SO JUST BE PREPARED.
YOU HEAR ME START YELLING, MAN,
START RUNNING AND HANGING ON.
WHOA, WHOA.
HERE WE GO.
OKAY, GUYS, THIS ONE'S
COMING FOR REAL I THINK.
WATCH OUT. HANG ON! HANG ON!
Man: LOOK OUT!
WHOA!
Narrator: ON THE WIZARD...
Keith: HERE WE GO.
OKAY, GUYS, THIS ONE'S
COMING FOR REAL, I THINK.
WATCH OUT. HANG ON! HANG ON!
Man: LOOK OUT!
[ MAN GROANS ]
WHERE AM I GONNA GO?
OH.
EVERYBODY GOOD?
NOT CHASE.
YEAH, YOU GOT TO HOLD
ONTO [BLEEP] DUDE.
[BLEEP]
WILD WEST OUT HERE.
THAT WAS ONE HELL OF A BIG WAVE.
IT CAME IN AND BLINDSIDED US.
WHOA.
Narrator: WHILE THE 5-MAN CREW
HAULS A POT...
HEAD'S UP!
WHERE AM I GONNA GO?
A 40-FOOT, 16,000 GALLON WALL
OF WATER SMASHES WIZARD HEAD ON.
AW.
THAT WOULD HAVE CLEARED THE DECK
AND EVERYBODY ON IT
IF I HIT US
ON THE STARBOARD SIDE.
YEAH, THAT WAS A BRUISER, MAN.
YOU'RE REALLY NEVER IN SHAPE
TO EVER BE OUT HERE
HAULING CRAB POTS,
ESPECIALLY WITH
THE WEATHER LIKE THIS.
IT DOES MAKE IT KIND OF FUN,
THOUGH.
YOU GOT TO BE ON YOUR TOES.
ALL RIGHT.
YOU GOT 38 POTS LEFT
TO PUT ON HERE.
JUST GOT TO GET THIS GEAR
ON THE BOAT,
THAT'S ALL WE GOT
TO DO RIGHT NOW.
JUST GET THE GEAR ON,
GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE.
AND I THINK OUR ONLY OPTION'S
GO EAST.
GET OUT TO THE EAST AND FIND
SOME CRAB IN THE SHALLOWS.
♪♪
Narrator: 80 MILES EAST,
ON THE RUSSIAN LINE...
WHOO-HOO-HOO.
...THE CREW OF THE MAMMOTH
140-FOOT SOUTHERN WIND
TAKE THEIR PUNISHMENT
FROM ELSA'S HATEFUL EMBRACE.
OKAY, WATCH OUT!
♪♪
WHOA!
THERE WE GO! WE'RE GOOD.
IF ONE OF THOSE WAVES,
THE FORCE OF THAT WATER,
IT'LL JUST TAKE YOU
WHEREVER YOU WANT IT.
I MEAN, I'VE HAD GUYS DOING IT
BEFORE, BREAK YOUR COLLARBONE,
SMASH YOUR TEETH.
Narrator:
CAPTAIN STEVE "HARLEY" DAVIDSON
APPROACHES HIS NEXT STRING,
WITH ONE EYE
ON HIS OPILIO POTS
AND THE OTHER HOPING TO SPOT
60-FOOT ROGUE WAVES
BEFORE THEY SPOT HIM.
-AAH! [ LAUGHS ]
-DOUBLE-SHOT!
OKAY, COMING UP.
YEAH!
Narrator: 62,000 INTO HIS
250,000-POUND QUOTA.
COME ON NOW, COME ON NOW.
Narrator: HARLEY LOOKS FOR
HIS NORTHERN HONEY HOLE
TO KEEP PAYING BIG
AND MAKE THEIR BEATINGS
WORTH THE PAIN.
MASSIVE ROLLERS GOING
THAN A HOUSE, YOU KNOW.
KEEPS YOU ON YOUR TOES
FOR SURE.
♪♪
HERE WE ARE.
YOU GOT TO WANT IT.
OH!
-WHOO!
-WHOO!
GONNA BE A LARGE POT.
♪♪
WHAT'S THE NUMBER
ON THAT ONE?
OOH, IT'S TOP-SECRET
INFORMATION.
Munsey: SEE THERE'S QUITE A BIT
OF SORTING GOING ON.
I DON'T THINK IT WAS AS CLEAN
AS THEY THOUGHT IT WAS GONNA BE.
-150.
-150?
OH, BEFORE, THESE WERE LIKE 500.
THAT'S TELLING YOU THE BOTTOM
IS NOT AS PLENTIFUL
AS YOU WERE HOPING.
-NO!
-SO WEAK.
OH, NO. 60. SIX-ZERO.
60 ON THAT ONE? RIGHT?
THESE ARE JUST A LITTLE
TOO SMALL.
WITH MOST OF THE OPILIO
IN HIS POTS
COMING UP SMALLER
THAN THE 3-INCH MINIMUM.
YESTERDAY, MY CLEANEST AND
NICEST CRAB WAS RIGHT AT 72,000.
SAND I THINK I GOT
TO GET BACK OVER THERE.
Narrator: THE CAPTAIN PLOTS
A COURSE CORRECTION.
I SEE THIS LITTLE TOPOGRAPHICAL
MOUND ON MY CHART HERE.
IT'S RIGHT HERE
TO THE SOUTHWEST OF ME.
THIS MOUNTAIN LOOKS LIKE
A LITTLE HOT DOG.
IF IT COMES UP TO 72,000,
I THINK THAT WE GOT
TO GET ON THAT.
HARLEY WILL SHUFFLE HIS GEAR
ONTO AN ELEVATED PLATEAU
KNOWN AS THE HOT DOG,
COUNTING ON THE SHALLOWER DEPTHS
TO PUT HIM BACK
ON THE MEAT.
HERE WE'RE GONNA PUT THIS ONE ON
AND GO OVER TO THE HOT DOG.
HOT DIGGITY DOG!
♪♪
ONCE YOU FIND THEM,
YOU GOT TO KEEP ON THEM.
YOU CAN'T LOSE THEM, IT'S NOT
WHAT A GOOD FISHERMAN DOES.
PEOPLE COULD BE LUCKY
AND STUMBLE ACROSS THEM,
BUT YOU'RE GONNA HAVE TO BE
GOOD TO STAY ON THEM.
♪♪
Narrator: COMING UP...
WITH ICE AND EVERYTHING ELSE
THIS IS VERY DANGEROUS.
HOLD ON.
DUDE, BIG WAVE, BIG WAVE!
LOOK OUT!
EVEN THOUGH THE WEATHER'S
HORRIBLE, WE'RE FINDING A WAY.
HANG ON, GUYS, HANG ON,
HANG ON!
HANG ON, HANG ON! AAH!
Narrator:
ON THE FAR NORTHERN WATERS,
JUST SPITTING DISTANCE
FROM PUTIN'S IRON FIST
IS THE CORNELIA MARIE.
IT'S A CRAB BOAT,
CLOSE CALLS HAPPEN A LOT,
THAT ONE I'M THANKFUL
DIDN'T TAKE HIM.
COULD HAVE.
HAVING A PICKING HOOK SNAP
LIKE THAT IS DANGEROUS.
Narrator: A BROKEN CABLE
LEAVES JOSH AND CASEY UNABLE
TO HAUL THEIR POTS.
-Man: WATCH OUT!
-Narrator: BUT THEY'RE LUCKY
THE CONSEQUENCES WEREN'T
MUCH WORSE.
YOU HAUL 10,000 POTS
AND EVERYTHING IS JUST
HUNKY-DORY AND THEN 10,001...
LIGHTS OUT, GAME OVER.
IT'S ALL FUN AND GAMES UNTIL
SOMETHING LIKE THAT HAPPENS.
IT MAKES YOU THINK A LITTLE BIT
ABOUT WHAT YOU'RE DOING.
AFTER REVIEWING THE PLAY,
THE PICKING HOOK WAS JAMMED
ALL THE WAY UP IN THAT BLOCK,
THAT'S WHEN IT SNAPPED.
ONE OF YOU'S GONNA LIFT ME UP TO
THE POT WITH THE PICKING BOOM,
AND WE STILL GOT CABLE
THROUGH THERE
SO WE CAN SPLICE ANOTHER EYE
FOR ANOTHER HOOK.
AS 25-FOOT SEAS HAMMER THE BOAT,
DECKHAND TAYLOR JENSEN
WILL ATTEMPT A HIGH-WIRE ACT
TO THREAD A NEW CABLE
THROUGH THE PULLEY
ATOP THE PICKING BOOM.
MULTIMILLION-DOLLAR OPERATION
HALTED RIGHT NOW
FROM A $200 CABLE.
WITH ICE AND EVERYTHING ELSE,
THIS IS VERY DANGEROUS.
♪♪
ALL RIGHT, LET'S DO IT.
LET'S DO IT.
♪♪
♪♪
♪♪
HOLY [BLEEP], LOOK AT THAT.
THERE IS A RAKER COMING IN.
Man: HOLD ON!
STOP!
♪♪
AAH!
[BLEEP].
[ WHISTLES ]
♪♪
[BLEEP] WATCH OUT, TAYLOR!
DOWN SLOW!
♪♪
TAYLOR IS A BAD-ASS.
[BLEEP], MAN.
THAT WAS SCARY.
THAT WAS SCARY.
I DIDN'T LIKE THAT AT ALL.
WITH THE LINE THREADED,
THE CREW RE-ATTACHES THE HOOK
AND SPOOLS THE SLACK
INTO THE DRUM.
HEY!
THE QUICK FIX
GETS THE CORNELIA MARIE
BACK IN ACTION.
BUT THE FISHING GROUND
STILL FIRMLY IN ELSA'S GRASP,
SWELLS CONTINUE TO BUILD
IN HEIGHT AND FREQUENCY.
THE WEATHER'S
NOT LOOKING PRETTY,
BUT THAT'S NOT GONNA
STOP US FROM FISHING.
WHOO!
IF IT GETS REALLY, REALLY BAD,
WE'LL MAKE THAT CALL
AT THAT TIME,
BUT UNTIL THEN, I'M GONNA PLAN
ON FISH THROUGH ALL OF IT.
YEAH-HA!
♪♪
JUST 15 MILES SOUTH..,
-WATCH OUT. WATCH OUT!
-HOLD ON!
♪♪
THIS IS BERING SEA FISHING, MAN.
THAT'S WHAT YOU GET OUT HERE.
WHERE YOU AT?
YEAH!
Narrator: SOUTHERN WIND SKIPPER
STEVE "HARLEY" DAVIDSON
SETS INTO MOUNTING
UNFORGIVING SEAS.
THERE'S THIS LITTLE MOUND
RIGHT HERE, IT'S AT 72,
AND I THINK
THAT'S WHERE THEY'RE GOING.
Narrator:
COUNTING ON A ROCKY PLATEAU
KNOWN AS THE HOT DOG
TO GET HIS OPILIO SEASON COOKING
AGAIN.
OH!
WATCH OUT!
IF THEY GET UP ON THAT HOT DOG,
I THINK I'M GONNA FIND
SOME BIGGER, CLEAN CRAB.
YEAH.
IF WE FIND THEM LIKE WE DID
THAT FIRST SET THROUGH HERE --
WE DID, YOU KNOW, 400 AVERAGE
WHICH IS REALLY HIGH NUMBER.
IF I WERE TO LOSE THAT LITTLE
BITE OF CRAB THAT I WAS ON,
THAT WOULD BE
THE MOST FRUSTRATING THING
THAT COULD HAPPEN IS TO FIND
THEM AND THEN TO LOSE THEM.
WITH HARLEY LOOKING TO GET
HIS GROOVE BACK,
80 MILES WEST...
OKAY, COMING UP OVER YOUR HEAD!
HEAD'S UP, READY.
NO PLAY, NO PLAY.
HEAD'S UP!
Narrator: KEITH TANGOS
WITH ELSA'S CHURNING SEAS,
STILL LOOKING
FOR THE SPARK HE NEEDS
TO SET HIS OPILIO SEASON
ON FIRE.
♪♪
WE CAME UP WITH NOTHING
IN OUR OLD HOT SPOT,
AND WE NEED SOMETHING
TO SHOW UP HERE.
GO, GO, GO, GO, GO!
Keith: I WAS NERVOUS ABOUT
MAKING THIS MOVE WITH THIS GEAR,
BUT I DON'T
HAVE ANY OPTIONS.
NO CRAB OUT WEST,
I CAN GUARANTEE YOU THAT.
GETTING UP SHALLOW.
WE GOT ABOUT 130 POTS ON HERE,
AND WE'VE GOT 70 POTS
LEFT DOWN IN THE CANYON.
THERE'S NO WAY I CAN A 200-POT
STACK ON THIS BOAT RIGHT NOW,
SO WE'RE LEAN AND MEAN.
Narrator: THE 30-FOOT SEAS
THREATENING THE STABILITY
OF HIS VESSEL,
KEITH MUST STACK AND MOVE
ALL 200 POTS IN TWO TRIPS,
MITIGATING HIS RISK
AS HE CONTINUES TO PERSEVERE
ELSA'S TORTUOUS TENURE.
I'M GONNA CLEAR THE ENTIRE DECK,
TURN AROUND,
AND "PEW"
RIGHT BACK TO THE CANYON
AND GET THE REST OF THE GEAR.
Man: GO, GO, GO!
HEY, WHO'S THERE,
YOU CAN GET THAT?
ROGER!
OKAY, GO AND LET IT GO.
ALL GOOD.
EVEN THOUGH THE WEATHER'S
HORRIBLE, WE'RE FINDING A WAY.
SENT A BUNCH STRANGE AND CHARGE
BACK TO GET
THE REST OF THE GEAR.
LET'S START OUR SEASON.
I THINK WE'VE HAD ENOUGH
PRACTICE.
TIME TO GO CATCH SOME CRAB.
520 MILES NORTH OF
DUTCH HARBOR...
WHOA!
...ELSA'S UNRELENTING
SINGLE-DIGIT TEMPERATURES
AND THUNDERING WAVES
ROCK THE CORNELIA MARIE.
THIS IS SOME SERIOUSLY [BLEEP]
WEATHER TO BE HAULING GEAR IN.
WITH THEIR PICKING HOOK
RETHREADED,
CASEY AND JOSH
ARE BACK TO HAULING POTS.
WE'RE STILL DOING STRONG
FISHING-WISE.
POTS ARE COMING UP FULL.
WE JUST HAVE SPRAY COMING ON
RIGHT NOW, AND SPRAY SUCKS.
AND WE HAVE BIG ROLLS,
AND WITH FULL POTS,
BIG ROLLS SUCK.
WHOA.
[BLEEP] WHOA, WHOA, WHOA,
WATCH OUT.
GET IT?
HOLY [BLEEP].
LOOK AT THAT ONE.
THAT ONE'S TALLER
THAN THE MAST.
♪♪
AAH!
IF WE GET THESE SHUFFLED,
IT'S FISHABLE, SAFELY FISHABLE.
[ MEN SHOUT INDISTINCTLY ]
LOOK OUT!
WE'RE NOT GONNA
PUSH OUR LUCK ANY FARTHER...
-ROGER!
-ALL RIGHT!
Man:
DO YOU WANT THEM IN SQUARE?
Narrator: CASEY'S PLAN --
CHANGE COURSE AND RESET HIS GEAR
TO PROTECT HIS FREEZING MEN
FROM THE WIND AND WAVES.
Man:
GIVE IT A LITTLE TENSION.
[ METAL CREAKS ]
[ METAL CREAKS ]
HEY! HOLD ON! HOLD ON!
HOLD ON! HOLD ON!
♪♪
[BLEEP]! DAMN IT!
Narrator: JUST HOURS AFTER
THEIR PICKING LINE SNAPPED...
IT WON'T COME DOWN!
...THE PORTSIDE CRANE SEIZES UP.
Casey:
THIS IS NOT WHAT WE NEEDED.
WHY?
[BLEEP].
[ CLANK ]
BACK IN THE HARNESS.
IF THAT AIN'T DEDICATION,
I DON'T KNOW WHAT IS.
I CAN'T MISS ANY BREAKS
TODAY.
Narrator: FOR THE SECOND TIME,
DECKHAND TAYLOR JENSEN
MAKES A PRECARIOUS ASCENT
2 STORIES ABOVE THE ICY DECK.
♪♪
Man: IT'S BROKEN OFF?
OH, [BLEEP].
WE'RE GONNA DIE
IN THIS [BLEEP].
HE SAYS ONE OF THE BOLTS IS
BROKEN IN THE TOP HAT.
LIKE, THE TOP OF
THAT BOLT HEAD IS MISSING.
IF THAT'S THE CASE,
THAT COULD CAUSE THAT THING
TO DROP INSIDE OF THERE.
Narrator:
THE BOLTS ON THE ROTO SEAL
HAVE SNAPPED CLEAN OFF,
PREVENTING THE ARM
FROM ROTATING.
IN OTHER WORDS, THE HYDRAULIC
CRANE ARM AIN'T MOVING.
Josh:
SO HOW DO WE FIX THAT?
YOU HAVE TO TAKE THE WHOLE
[BLEEP] THING APART.
SOMETHING WE DO
OUT HERE?
YES AND NO.
OHH.
I NEED TO GO LOOK AT THIS.
Narrator:
THE TIME AND MONEY LOST
IN A 3-DAY STEAM BACK TO PORT
WOULD TURN CASEY AND JOSH'S
FAR NORTH GAMBLE
INTO A LOSING GAME
OF RUSSIAN ROULETTE.
Josh: CASEY'S ONE OF THE BEST
MECHANICS ON THE PLANET,
SO...
HOPEFULLY WE CAN GET
THIS DONE AS FAST AS POSSIBLE.
♪♪
THIS IS, LIKE,
DUTCH HARBOR CALLED
THE HYDRAULIC SPECIALIST GUY
TO WORK HERE.
RIGHT NOW, WE'RE 480 MILES
AWAY FROM DUTCH,
SO WE'RE GONNA TRY
TO FIX THIS ON OUR OWN.
♪♪
Narrator: 10 MILES SOUTH...
Harley: OH, YEAH!
...THE SOUTHERN WINDFIGHTS
30-FOOT SEAS
TO THE TOP OF THEIR STRING.
GRAY, WINDY, BIG WAVES...
THIS IS BERING SEA FISHING, MAN.
Narrator: AFTER FOLLOWING
SIGNS OF LIFE
TO A 72-FATHOM ROCKY PLATEAU
KNOWN AS THE HOT DOG...
I BELIEVE, YOU KNOW, FROM
THE WAY MY GEAR WAS RUNNING,
AND THE WAY THE CRAB SEEMED
TO BE MOVING,
THAT THERE WAS GONNA BE SOME
NICE, CLEAN CRAB UP IN THERE.
...HARLEY'S COUNTING ON THIS SET
TO REWARD THE PUNISHMENT
HIS CREW HAS TAKEN ON DECK
WITH A TANK-STUFFING RUN
OF LOADED POTS.
♪♪
OKAY, HERE IT COMES.
FIRST POT COMING UP, GUYS.
SEE HOW IT GOES.
Danny: PULLING THE FIRST POT!
WE JUST RAN SOME GEAR DOWN
TO THE HOT DOG...
...HOPING THAT WE GET --
IT LOOKS GOOD.
WE'LL SEE HOW IT WORKS OUT.
THIS ISN'T
THAT LONG A SOAK, EITHER.
I THINK...WHAT DO WE GOT?
LIKE, 17 HOURS?
HERE IT COMES, BABY!
HOT POT!
Narrator: THIS WEEK,
"SALTY TAKES"
GOES BEHIND THE SCENES.
WELL, THE CAMERA GUY'S
KIND OF PUTTING HIMSELF
AT RISK RIGHT NOW.
HE'S TRYING TO CLEAN
THE DECK CAMERA.
Narrator:
A STORM ENDANGERS LIVES...
WE HAVEN'T HAD MUCH OF A SHOT
ON THAT CAMERA FOR A WHILE
BECAUSE IT'S BEEN COVERED
IN ICE.
...AND CAMERA LENSES.
♪♪
Narrator:
WHEN MOTHER NATURE'S MAD,
SHE GIVES NO RELIEF
TO FISHERMEN...
-NO WAY!
-Producer: YEAH.
WHAT HAPPENED?
...OR CAMERA CREW.
Narrator: GOTTA LOVE
AN EQUAL OPPORTUNIST.
[ LAUGHING ]
Narrator: THANKS, ELSA.
Keith: WE GET
A LITTLE WINDSHIELD WIPER
ON THAT OR SOMETHING.
♪♪
Narrator: WELL, LOOK WHO'S MADE
THEIR WAY TO THE POLL POSITION.
NOW LET'S SEE IF THEY CAN HOLD
ON TO THEIR ADVANTAGE.
[ BIRDS CALLING ]
Narrator:
ON THE SOUTHERN WIND...
THIS ISN'T THAT LONG A SOAK,
EITHER.
I THINK...WHAT DO WE GOT?
LIKE, 17 HOURS?
...AFTER CHASING THE CRAB TO
A 72-FATHOM UNDERWATER PLATEAU
CALLED THE HOT DOG,
CAPTAIN "HARLEY" DAVIDSON
AND HIS STORM-DRENCHED CREW
LOOK FOR ANY SIGN THAT
THEY ARE BACK ON THE BIOMASS.
Man: HERE IT COMES, BABY!
HOT POT!
♪♪
WHOO!
IT'S A WINNER!
YEAH!
OH, YEAH!
THERE'S A LOT
OF CRAB THERE, MAN.
Narrator: THE VETERAN'S
FIRST SERVING ON THE HOT DOG
COMES UP WITH ALL THE FIXINGS.
YEAH!
HOLY [BLEEP].
THERE'S A COUPLE OF CRAB
IN THERE.
I THINK THAT'S PROBABLY
CLOSE TO A 500.
Harley:
NICE, BIG, CLEAN CRAB.
THESE THINGS ARE PRETTY SOLID.
FOUR...FOUR...ZERO.
4-4-0.
OKAY. OKAY.
THAT'S STILL PRETTY GOOD.
I'LL TAKE THAT EVERY DAY.
SECOND ONE COMING UP.
OH, YEAH!
OH, WOW!
JEEZ, MAN! [ CHUCKLES ]
THAT'S A GOOD ONE.
THAT WAS A HUGE POT RIGHT THERE.
BIG TABLE FULL OF CRABS.
Man: WHOO-HOO!
FOUR-SEVEN-ZERO.
RIGHT! GOOD DEAL!
Man: AW!
Narrator: AFTER DAYS OF FREEZING
WINDS AND CRUSHING WAVES...
-WHOO!
-ANOTHER WINNER, MAN.
...CAPTAIN HARLEY PUTS HIS CREW
BACK ON THE MEAT.
SEE IF WE CAN GET 600
OUT OF THIS ONE.
OKAY. LOOK AT THAT! GOD!
HOLY [BLEEP]!
Munsey: HOT DOG'S
WORKING OUT JUST FINE.
Narrator: 10 MILES NORTH...
...ON THE CORNELIA MARIE...
Man: THERE'S TOO MUCH ICE.
THERE'S NOT ENOUGH ALIGNMENT.
THERE'S NOT ENOUGH LIGHT.
THERE'S NOT ENOUGH
[BLEEP] ANYTHING.
LIKE, I PHYSICALLY
CAN'T [BLEEP] DO IT.
...CRAMPED INSIDE
THE 3-FOOT WIDE BASE,
CO-CAPTAIN CASEY McMANUS RACES
TO FIX THE PORTSIDE CRANE.
Narrator: VIBRATIONS
CAUSED BY A BROKEN BOLT
SHOOK THE CRANE'S ROTATING
MECHANISM LOOSE FROM ITS SEAT.
THE BALANCE FOR A SEASON
HANGS IN THIS FIX.
Narrator: IT'S UP TO CASEY
TO RESECURE THE LOOSE PARTS
TO AVOID FURTHER DAMAGE
AND GET THE CRANE
AND THEIR SEASON BACK ONLINE.
Josh: WELL, MY DAD SAYS
THERE'S THREE TYPES OF PEOPLE
IN THIS WORLD --
PEOPLE THAT
WATCH [BLEEP] HAPPEN,
THERE'S PEOPLE THAT
MAKE [BLEEP] HAPPEN,
AND THERE'S PEOPLE THAT WONDER
WHAT THE [BLEEP] JUST HAPPENED.
DON'T BE NUMBER 3.
[ GROANS, BLEEP ]
♪♪
♪♪
[ WRENCH CLICKING ]
Man: YEAH?
-Casey: ALL RIGHT.
-THERE!
♪♪
♪♪
HOW WE DOING THERE, CAP?
LOOKS LIKE THEY'RE
TESTING IT RIGHT NOW.
♪♪
[ CHEERING ]
Josh: WE GOT IT FIXED.
Man: WHOO!
Casey: IT WAS A NIGHTMARE,
BUT WE SHOULD
BE IN A POSITION NOW
WHERE ALL THE FUNCTIONS
SHOULD WORK AGAIN.
Narrator:
JOSH AND CASEY MAY HAVE PUT
THEIR EQUIPMENT PROBLEMS
BEHIND THEM...
GETTING BY
30, 35-FOOT SEAS OUT HERE,
SUB-ZERO TEMPERATURES.
...BUT THE ICE-COLD FURY OF ELSA
ISN'T GOING ANYWHERE.
CRAB FISHING WASN'T
INTENSE ALREADY,
THEN YOU ADD
THIS [BLEEP] TO IT --
I'LL TELL YOU WHAT,
IT'S GETTING REAL.
Casey: MARKS THE END
TO A REALLY [BLEEP] DAY.
♪♪
Narrator: 70 MILES WEST...
...ON THE WIZARD...
ONE'S COMING BACK THERE,
BACK SIDE, BACKDOOR, BACKDOOR.
...CAPTAIN KEITH BARRELS THROUGH
WHAT HAVE GROWN TO BE
40-FOOT SEAS,
STACKING ON THE SECOND HALF
OF HIS GEAR
TO COMPLETE HIS MOVE
TO SHALLOWER EASTERN WATERS.
EVERY FEW MINUTES, WE'RE GETTING
A PRETTY GOOD SIZE WAVE
COME ROLLING THROUGH HERE THAT'S
LITERALLY COMING THE WORK ZONE,
OVER THE PORTSIDE,
OVER THE BOW.
Man: OH, NO!
Keith: JUST GOTTA
GET THIS GEAR ON THE BOAT.
THAT'S ALL WE GOTTA DO
RIGHT NOW.
NOT GONNA BE A NICE RIDE
BACK UP THE HILL.
Narrator: BUT THE POWER OF ELSA
TURNS EVERY MILE
INTO A RELENTLESS,
FROZEN GAUNTLET.
♪♪
Keith: RIGHT NOW, I'M JUST
ONE POT AT A TIME.
YO.
HAUL ONE...
...TRY AND KEEP THE GUYS SAFE
AND STACK IT.
♪♪
HAUL ONE...
...KEEP 'EM SAFE,
GET IT STACKED.
I THINK I'M GONNA
GET THROUGH THIS.
YES, I'M GONNA GET THROUGH THIS.
♪♪
WHOA!
THAT WAS GONNA TAKE YOU
THE [BLEEP] OUT.
♪♪
Keith: GOD, THAT WAVE
ON THE PORTSIDE'S A MONSTER.
IT'S GONNA THROW THE BOAT OVER.
DAMN IT.
LOOK AT THAT WAVE
OUT YOUR SIDE, GUYS.
HANG ON, GUYS!
HANG ON! HANG ON!
HANG ON! HANG ON!
Man: AAH! AAH!
♪♪
[ INDISTINCT SHOUTING ]
DARN IT. WE GOT ONE GUY DOWN.
GIVE ME A HEAD COUNT.
WE GOT FIVE GUYS, RIGHT?
[ BIRDS CALLING ]