Deadliest Catch (2005–…): Season 15, Episode 13 - Crane Wreck - full transcript
In storm-driven seas, Cornelia Marie's crane goes off the rails, smashing Josh and Casey's wheelhouse and injuring deckhand Taylor; Sig risks navigating a rocky passage in treacherous conditions.
Man [ over radio ]:
HURRICANE-FORCE WINDS...
Narrator: NEARLY TWO WEEKS
INTO A NEVER-ENDING ASSAULT
FROM ARCTIC
SUPERSTORM ELSA...
Sig:
THEY'RE NAMING THE STORM.
YOU KNOW IT'S GONNA BE
A 4 OR 5.
Man #2:
STATE OF ALASKA...
Narrator:...THE FLEET IS
BLOODIED BUT STILL STANDING.
Man #3: NOWHERE TO HIDE,
NOBODY TO SAVE YOU.
Narrator: WITH TANKS TO FILL
AND BILLS TO PAY...
Man #4: NOW, WE FIND OUT
WHAT YOU'RE REALLY MADE OF.
Narrator:
...EVERY BOAT MUST BRAVE
THE RELENTLESS WHIRLWIND...
Sean:
THIS IS DEFINITELY NOT IT.
IT'S LIKE A FRICKING
WASHING MACHINE OUT HERE.
-WATCH OUT, TAYLOR.
-GET IN THERE!
TELL ME WHEN I'M IN THE DEEP!
CAN I GO?
TURN?
-TURN!
Narrator: ...AND BATTLE
THE ICE QUEEN'S FURY...
IT'S GONNA THROW
THE BOAT OVER.
DAMN IT.
Narrator:
...ONE LAST TIME.
-WE'VE GOT A BIG ONE COMING.
-HANG ON. HANG ON.
CAPTIONS PAID FOR BY
DISCOVERY COMMUNICATIONS
WE'VE GOT ONE GUY DOWN.
GIVE ME A HEAD COUNT.
WE'VE GOT FIVE GUYS, RIGHT?
Narrator: ON THE WIZARD...
ALRIGHT. WHO WENT DOWN?
WAS THAT TODD?
TODD, LOOK AT ME.
LOOK AT ME.
LOOK AT ME.
ARE YOU OKAY?
YEAH, YOU GOT TO HOLD ON
[BLEEP], DUDE...
ESPECIALLY WITH
THE WEATHER LIKE THIS.
DAMN NEAR RIPPED
HALF HIS [BLEEP] ARM OFF!
Narrator: HAULING IN
ELSA'S TOWERING SEAS,
A MONSTER 40-FOOT ROGUE WAVE
FLOODS THE DECK,
BRINGING 20-YEAR-OLD CREWMAN
TODD GATEMAN TO HIS KNEES.
Todd: WELL, THE CAPTAIN
GAVE US A WARNING,
"A BIG WAVE COMING,"
SO I KIND OF HUNCHED DOWN,
CAUGHT QUITE A BIT OF IT
TO THE BACK.
AND IT PUSHED ME OVER,
THREW MY GLOVE OFF,
SPUN ME ALL AROUND.
EXCITING STUFF.
RIGHT NOW, THE WAY
THAT WAVE WAS COMING IN,
IT COULD HAVE TAKEN ALL THOSE
POTS RIGHT OFF THE RAIL.
I'VE JUST ABOUT GOT WHAT'S LEFT
OF MY GEAR ON THE BOAT.
I'VE GOT ABOUT ANOTHER
EIGHT POTS TO HAUL.
JUST GET THE GEAR ON,
GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE.
Narrator: STRIKING OUT
ON THE NORTHWEST...
Keith:
WE NEED TO GET GOING.
Narrator:
...CAPTAIN KEITH COLBURN
HEADS TO PROSPECT POTS
IN THE NORTHEAST,
BANKING ON SHALLOWER WATERS
TO BRING A CHANGE IN FORTUNE.
Keith: I'M JUST TRYING TO
SCRAMBLE TO GET THESE ON HERE,
BECAUSE I GOT SICK
AND TIRED OF HAULING BLANKS.
Narrator: IF THE VETERAN'S NEW
LOCALE SHOWS A SIGN OF LIFE...
Keith:
THERE'S NO CRAB AROUND HERE,
SO, HEADING TO THE NORTHEAST.
Narrator:
...KEITH HAS A DECKLOAD OF
AMMUNITION TO BLANKET THE AREA.
Keith: GET THIS BOAT BACK TO
THE OTHER POTS IN THE STRINGS,
AND HOPEFULLY,
WE FIND SOMETHING.
YOU KNOW, IT'S JUST --
OH, IT JUST WEARS YOU OUT, MAN.
YOU HOPE IT PAYS OFF.
Narrator:
80 MILES NORTHEAST...
ON THE RUSSIAN LINE...
Casey: HAIR DRYER IS GOING TO BE
WORKING OVERTIME TODAY.
A BEAUTIFUL MORNING.
Narrator: ...ABOARD THE 128-FOOT
CORNELIA MARIE...
♪♪
Casey: BIG WAVES, BIG WIND,
LOTS OF ICE.
THIS ELSA IS NO JOKE.
SHE'S A COLD BITCH.
Narrator: 24 HOURS AGO,
CAPTAINS CASEY MCMANUS
AND JOSH HARRIS REPOSITION
THEIR POTS TO PROTECT THE CREW
FROM ELSA'S MASSIVE WAVES.
Josh:
LOOK AT THAT ONE.
DAMN.
NOW, THEY'VE RETURNED, HOPING
THE BIOMASS HASN'T MOVED ON.
Casey: THIS TRIP HAS ALREADY
KICKED OUR ASS ROYALLY.
Narrator: ON THE CRABS
SINCE ARRIVING IN THE FAR NORTH,
ELSA IS GIVING THE CREW FITS
JUST GETTING THE POTS ON BOARD.
-WHOA!
-WATCH OUT!
-WATCH OUT!
-HOLY [BLEEP].
FIRST, THE PICKING HOOK
CABLE SNAPS.
HOLD ON! HOLD ON!
HOLD ON! HOLD ON!
THEN,
THE AFT CRANE GOES DOWN.
[BLEEP] DAMN IT!
THIS MIGHT JUST
ABSOLUTELY SCREW US.
Narrator: BUT WITH THE
MOTHER LODE IN THEIR SIGHTS...
...THE TWO YOUNG GUNS ABSORB
ELSA'S BLOWS, AND PUSH AHEAD.
Casey:
WE'VE GOT GUYS THAT ARE LOOKING
AT US TO GIVE US MORE QUOTA.
SO, THE BOAT HOLDS
A LITTLE OVER 300,000.
PLUG THE BOAT,
AND WE'RE DONE.
♪♪
SO, NOW,
WE GOT THAT GOING ON.
STUPID.
Casey: OH, FIRST POT!
Josh: WE GOT PRETTY FULL
POTS YESTERDAY,
BUT I'M NOT GOING
TO GET EXCITED
UNTIL WE SEE THE NUMBERS.
[BLEEP]
[BLEEP]
Casey: YOU THINK IT'S HARD
TO THROW THE HOOK,
YOU SHOULD TRY TO SEE
THE [BLEEP] POT.
IT TOOK ME THAT LONG JUST
TO FIND THE [BLEEP] THING.
♪♪
[ MAN GROANS ]
♪♪
Man: HEY! HEY!
Narrator: SMALL CRAB --
THOSE UNDER 3 INCHES
FROM EDGE TO EDGE --
MUST BE SORTED OUT,
AND THROWN BACK INTO THE SEA.
MORE WORK FOR
A WEARY CREW.
Man: [BLEEP] SUCKS.
♪♪
NEVER ENDS.
Josh:
READY TO SORT SOME CRAB?
A LOT OF HEAVY SORTING.
YOU KNOW, IT SUCKS.
Casey:
THIS AIN'T GONNA WORK.
♪♪
♪♪
Man: [BLEEP]
Man #2:
AH, YOU'RE [BLEEP].
Casey: WHAT'S WRONG?
Narrator: FOR THE SECOND TIME
IN JUST 20 HOURS...
AH, [BLEEP].
Narrator:
...THE CRANE GOES ROGUE.
Casey:
WE DID JUST FIX THIS THING.
WE NEED THE CRANE
TO STACK OUT.
WE CAN'T GET OUT OF HERE
IF WE DON'T HAVE IT.
-OH, [BLEEP].
-OH, [BLEEP].
TURN IT OFF! TURN IT OFF!
TURN IT OFF! TURN IT OFF!
[BLEEP]
♪♪
Man: WANT ME TO GET
THE BOAT HOOK?
TRY TO GET A LINE ON IT.
TRY TO GET A --
THROW A HOOK ON IT,
OR SOMETHING,
AND GET IT PULLED OVER.
STAY THE [BLEEP] AWAY FROM IT,
WHATEVER YOU DO.
THROW THE [BLEEP]
DAMN HOOK DOWN THERE!
[ MAN SPEAKS INDISTINCTLY ]
Man:
WATCH OUT, TAYLOR!
Man #2;
PULL THE LINE BACK.
IS TAYLOR STILL BACK THERE?
Man #3:
WATCH OUT, TAYLOR!
Man #4:
[BLEEP] DAMN IT!
Narrator:
ON THE CORNELIA MARIE...
DAMN IT. THROW THE [BLEEP]
DAMN HOOK DOWN THERE!
Narrator: ...A BROKEN PORTSIDE
CRANE SWINGS FREELY...
Man: WANT ME TO GET
THE BOAT HOOK?
Narrator:
...WHIPPING A UNFORGIVING
800-POUND WRECKING BALL
INTO THE WHEELHOUSE
15 FEET ABOVE THE DECK.
Man #2:
WATCH OUT, TAYLOR!
TAYLOR STILL BACK THERE?
Man #2: [BLEEP].
WATCH OUT, TAYLOR!
Man #3: WATCH OUT.
WATCH OUT!
Man #4:
[BLEEP] DAMN IT!
Narrator: FIGHTING THE LARGE
SEAS AND PITCHING DECK...
Man #2:
WATCH OUT, TAYLOR!
Narrator: ...THE CREW SECURES
A LINE TO THE POT'S EDGE...
DJ, GET THE PICKING HOOK.
BRING IT UP THROUGH THIS BAR,
RIGHT HERE, ON THE POT RACK.
...BANKING ON
THE PICKING BOOM
TO STEADY
THE SWINGING POT.
[BLEEP]
[BLEEP]
UP OVER HERE.
UP OVER HERE,
IN FRONT OF ME.
YOUR LEFT,
NOT OVER THERE.
NOT OVER THERE.
RIGHT THERE. RIGHT THERE.
THERE YOU GO.
I DON'T WANT
ANYBODY ELSE'S OPINION!
DO IT EXACTLY
HOW I TELL YOU!
WANT ME TO HELP?
-YEAH.
-OKAY.
REACH OVER, AND CUT THAT
[BLEEP] POT STRAP LOOSE.
[ MAN SPEAKS INDISTINCTLY ]
WELL, THAT WAS ABOUT
ALL THE EXCITEMENT
I NEEDED FOR TODAY.
SCARED THE [BLEEP]
OUT OF ME.
Man #2: HEY!
WHERE'S TAYLOR?
YOU'RE NOT DOING ANYTHING
WITH THE CRANE, ARE YOU?
WE'LL GET THE CRANE FREE
IN A SECOND,
AND THEN, WE CAN FIGURE OUT
WHAT'S GOING TO GO ON
WITH THE CRANE.
AND HIS HEAD?
HOW BAD?
YOUR HAND,
OR YOUR HEAD?
Taylor:
[BLEEP] HEAD.
[BLEEP] DAMN IT.
YOU GOT IT -- YEAH.
YOU CAN'T GET ANYWHERE
NEAR THE [BLEEP] THINGS
WHEN THEY'RE LIKE THAT.
Narrator: TRAPPED BETWEEN
THE 800-POUND POT
AND THE STEEL WALLS
OF THE WHEELHOUSE,
DECKHAND TAYLOR JENSEN...
Man #4: DAMN IT!
...TAKES A GLANCING BLOW
TO THE SIDE OF THE HEAD.
DOES IT HURT RIGHT HERE
WHEN YOU BITE?
Taylor: YEAH.
GOD!FEEL IT, OKAY?
[INDISTINCT]
I WANT YOU TO BE SMARTER,
AND STAY THE [BLEEP]
OUT OF THOSE SITUATIONS.
I DON'T GIVE A [BLEEP] [BLEEP]
ON THE SIDE OF THE BOAT, OKAY?
Casey: YOU CANNOT PUT YOURSELF
IN THAT POSITION.
THESE POTS CAN POP YOUR HEAD
LIKE A PIMPLE.
OKAY.
GO THROW SOME ICE ON IT, OKAY?
YOU ONLY GET
ONE BRAIN, TAYLOR.
Narrator: GETTING TAYLOR BACK
IN ACTION WILL TAKE TIME...
IT'S [BLEEP].
Narrator:
...BUT FIXING THE CRANE, THAT
COULD BE FAR MORE COMPLICATED.
Casey:
IF THIS CRANE DOESN'T WORK,
RUINS THIS WHOLE PLAN --
SHUTS IT RIGHT DOWN.
WE CAN PUSH GEAR ON DECK.
WE NEED THE CRANE
TO STACK OUT.
CAN'T GET OUT OF HERE
IF WE DON'T HAVE IT.
THIS COULD BASICALLY END
OUR SEASON.
Narrator:
290 MILES SOUTH...
ON THE BRENNA A...
Sean: BACK AT IT,
BACK ON THE GROUNDS.
Narrator: ...AFTER WAITING OUT
WHAT HE THOUGHT WAS
THE BRUNT OF STORM ELSA...
Sean: WE'VE GOT [BLEEP]
RIGHT OUT OF HERE,
THAT'S FOR SURE.
IT'S LIKE A FRICKING WASHING
MACHINE OUT HERE RIGHT NOW.
Narrator: ...CAPTAIN SEAN DWYER
FINDS THAT
MAYBE HE SHOULD HAVE WAITED
A LITTLE LONGER...
Man:
[BLEEP] WEATHER.
Sean:
TIDE IS AGAINST THE WIND.
THE WATER IS, LIKE,
MURKISHLY BROWN RIGHT NOW,
LOOKS [BLEEP]
AND DANGEROUS.
Narrator:
...AND WITH NO MORE TIME
TO SPARE, IT'S FISH OR BUST.
Sean: ABOUT 36 HOURS NORTH
OF DUTCH HARBOR,
TO THE NORTHWEST
OF ST. PAUL.
I'M TRYING TO SITUATE MYSELF
FOR SOME FRESH GROUND.
♪♪
Narrator: INSTEAD OF
FOLLOWING THE CROWD,
THE YOUNG SKIPPER LOOKS TO STAKE
HIS CLAIM WHERE THE FLEET ISN'T.
Sean: YOU'VE GOT GUYS DOWN HERE,
JUST OFF OF ST. PAUL,
AND THEN, NO ONE HAS REALLY BEEN
IN THIS AREA, RIGHT HERE.
SO, THE MIDDLE AREA RIGHT NOW
IS KIND OF UNCHARTED TERRITORY.
THE GOAL IS TO FILL THE BOAT
IN 10 DAYS.
I'VE GOT A BOAT PAYMENT NOW.
I'VE NEVER HAD THAT BEFORE.
Narrator:
AFTER SECURING A NEW BOAT FOR
THE DWYER FAMILY BUSINESS...
Sean: I'LL TAKE WHATEVER
I CAN GET,
SOAK UP ALL THE LAST DOLLARS
I CAN.
I GOT BILLS.
Narrator: ...NOW ALL HE'S
GOT TO DO IS PAY FOR IT.
Sean:
TIME TO GO MAKE SOME MONEY.
OUR FIRST SET OF OPIES, 2019.
OFF WE GO.
♪♪
Sean:
NOT A BOAT IN SIGHT.
Narrator: 30 MILES SOUTH,
IN ST. PAUL HARBOR...
Sig: LOOK LIKE THEY'RE
ABOUT READY, MANDY?
Narrator:
...THE LAST BOAT OFF THE DOCKS
IS THE 125-FOOT NORTHWESTERN.
♪♪
Sig: THE GUYS ARE ON DECK, JUST
TRYING TO GET THE BOAT READY.
AND THEN, WE CAN
THROW OUR LINES.
Man: BEEN WAITING OUT THE STORM
FOR A COUPLE DAYS.
WE'RE GONNA TRY TO
GET OFF THE DOCK, HERE.
IT'S BLOWING PRETTY HARD.
WE'VE HAD SO MANY RESTARTS
THIS SEASON.
I JUST DON'T KNOW
WHAT TO THINK ANYMORE.
Narrator:
CRIPPLED BY BREAKDOWNS...
Sig: AH, COME ON.
Narrator:
...AND INJURY...
HE'S NOT OKAY!
HE'S [BLEEP] UP!
Narrator: ...AN UNRELENTING
STORM IS THE LATEST
ON WINTER'S LIST OF TERRORS.
Sig:
THESE GUYS READY?
Narrator: NOW, CAPTAIN SIG IS
THROWING LINES, ELSA OR NO ELSA.
Sig: NOW, WE CAN START
OUR TRIP AGAIN.
WE DELIVERED AROUND
90,000 POUNDS,
WHICH IS GOOD, BUT WE'VE STILL
GOT AROUND 350,000 TO GO.
SO, I'M GONNA GET
THE [BLEEP] OUT OF HERE.
Narrator:
TO ESCAPE ST. PAUL HARBOR,
SIG MUST NAVIGATE
A NARROW 300-FOOT CHANNEL,
AVOIDING THE ROCKY SHORELINE
AND HULL-PIERCING SHALLOWS --
ONLY TO FACE
THE TURBULENT MAW
OF THE NOTORIOUSLY
TREACHEROUS INLET,
ENDURING FEROCIOUS WINDS
AND CRESTING BREAKERS.
Sig: WHAT DO WE GOT
ON THE DOCK, NOW,
JUST THE STERN LINE?
ALRIGHT. WELL, PULL THAT ONE
OFF, AND SEE WHAT HAPPENS.
WE'RE TRYING
TO GET OUT OF HERE.
THE WIND IS STILL
A LITTLE...
IT'S GONNA THROW ME SO FAST
THROUGH TO THAT DOCK,
IT'S NOT EVEN FUNNY.
GO, GO, GO!
-[INDISTINCT] LINE!
Man: CUTTING IT.
-ARE WE CLEAR?
-ALL CLEAR!
MANDY, CAN YOU GO
LOOK AT THE CHART,
AND TELL ME
IF I'M IN THE MIDDLE?
YOU'VE GOT TO BE CAREFUL
IN THIS HARBOR,
BECAUSE THERE'S
SUCH SHALLOW GROUND.
WHAT'S MY DEGREES?
HOW MANY DEGREES
AM I GOING?
YOU WANT 270, RIGHT?
TELL ME WHEN I'M 270!
I WANT...JUST...
TELL ME WHEN
I'M IN THE DEEP!
RIGHT NOW?
SAY WHEN.
TURN?
TURN!
TURN?
Narrator:
ON THE NORTHWESTERN...
Sig: OH!
TELL ME WHEN
I'M IN THE DEEP!
RIGHT NOW?
Narrator: ...CAPTAIN SIG HANSEN
EXITS ST. PAUL'S NARROW CHANNEL
AMID HIGH WIND AND WAVES.
SAY WHEN!
TURN?
AM I OKAY?
TURN!
TURN?
PORT?
YOU'RE FINE. YOU'RE FINE.
YEAH, YOU'RE FINE.
YOU'RE CLEAR.
BLOW UP THE SCREEN,
AND LOOK!
BLOW IT UP,
AND LOOK.
Narrator: AT THE HELM,
SIG'S DAUGHTER MANDY STRUGGLES
TO LOCK IN A SAFE COURSE
AWAY FROM THE ROCKY SHALLOWS.
GO STARBOARD.
[BLEEP] DAMN IT.
[BLEEP] DAMN IT.
TWO-THIRTY-SEVEN.
♪♪
♪♪
[BLEEP] HATE THAT PLACE!
COME HERE.
SEE THE CHART?
YOU'VE GOT TO
BLOW IT UP.
SEE?
-YEAH.
WE'RE WAY TOO CLOSE.
I JUST MISSED THAT
BY ABOUT 6 FEET.
NOT GOOD.
SO, THAT WAS STUPID.
WE ALMOST HIT THE BOTTOM.
♪♪
WHAT A PAIN IN THE ASS.
GOOD JOB, MANDY.
THANK YOU.
SO, WE'VE GOT ABOUT 90 MILES
TO THE GEAR HERE.
WE'RE GOING TO DEFINITELY FEEL
SOME WEATHER, STILL,
BUT WE'VE GOT TO GET ON SOME
CRAB, AND MAKE A TRIP OUT OF IT.
Narrator:
320 MILES NORTH...
ON THE CORNELIA MARIE...
Casey: I DON'T EVER WANT TO SEE
THAT AGAIN IN MY LIFE.
YOU CAN SEE
RIGHT WHERE IT HIT.
WE ARE SO LUCKY THAT
THAT DIDN'T BLOW
THROUGH THE WINDOW,
OR KILL SOMEBODY.
YEAH.
Narrator:
...AFTER THE ROGUE CRANE NEARLY
TOOK OUT THE WHEELHOUSE WINDOWS,
CO-CAPTAINS JOSH HARRIS
AND CASEY MCMANUS
ARE DOWN A MAN
AFTER AN 800-POUND CRAB POT
DELIVERED A GLANCING BLOW TO THE
HEAD OF DECKHAND TAYLOR JENSEN.
FARRELL IS GOING TO WELD IT UP,
GET IT DAMN NEAR BACK TOGETHER.
THEN, GOING TO PARK HER,
PUT HER IN TIME-OUT,
AND START ROLLING GEAR.
Narrator: NOW, TO GET BACK IN
ACTION, ENGINEER JON FARRELL
SECURES THE CRANE...
-GOT IT!
-GOOD?
-NICE.
...MAKING THE DECK
ONCE-AGAIN SAFE...
WELL, BERING SEA SAFE.
Josh: WE'RE COMING UP TO
THE FIRST CRAB POT.
♪♪
Casey: THE VERY NORTH END
OF THIS STRING
IS GONNA BE
A LITTLE SHALLOWER.
Josh: I THINK THE BIOMASS, THE
KEEPERS, IS GONNA BE SHALLOW.
I'M HOPING.
WE'LL SEE.
WE SHALL SEE.
♪♪
HOLY [BLEEP].
THAT'S A LOT OF CRAB.
-HERE THEY ARE!
-THERE THEY ARE.
THIS ONE IS DEFINITELY
A 600-PLUS.
Man:
AND WE'RE BACK ON THEM!
Narrator:
DESPITE THE CORNELIA MARIE'S
MECHANICAL DIFFICULTIES,
BIG POTS CONTINUE
TO ROLL OVER THE RAIL.
Josh:
FIVE-EIGHTY.
WHOA.
BIG CRAB SWINGING.
Man: [BLEEP]
NOW, WE'VE GOT TO FRICKING
HAND-STACK ALL THESE POTS.
Narrator:
BUT DOWN A CRANE AND A DECKHAND,
PUSHING POTS TAKES ON
A FAMILIAR FEEL --
SUFFERING.
Josh: THESE BOYS ARE GOING TO BE
WHOOPED PUPPIES
BY THE TIME
THIS ONE IS DONE.
Man: [BLEEP] MAN!
THAT'S ONE POT.
EVERYTHING THAT WE PUT TOGETHER
FOR THIS WHOLE TRIP RIDES
ON THESE GUYS
COMING TOGETHER RIGHT NOW,
AND WORKING AS A TEAM.
AT LEAST WE'RE
[BLEEP] FISHING!
Narrator: AND WHEN IT COMES TO
TEAM, THERE IS NO "I."
BATTERED,
TAYLOR JENSEN GEARS UP.
Taylor: EVERY SINGLE ONE
OF THOSE GUYS ON DECK
WOULD COME BACK OUT
IF THEY WERE ME,
SO, GET ON THE BOAT,
AND GET BACK TO TOWN.
THAT'S ALL ANYBODY SHOULD BE
WORRIED ABOUT RIGHT NOW.
-YEAH!
-[BLEEP] YEAH!
Man:
CRAB ONE, BUDDY!
YOU KNOW, [INDISTINCT]
BACK ON DECK,
DOING WHAT HE DOES.
[ INDISTINCT SHOUTING
FROM DECK ]
Josh:
OH, TAYLOR IS BACK AT IT.
THAT IS A TOUGH COOKIE, MAN.
INJURED OR NOT,
THAT KID IS NON-STOP.
HI, MOM.
Josh:
THIS IS WHAT THEY NEED.
IT'S GONNA BE GOOD
FOR EVERYONE.
Man #2: WE'RE ALL OUT HERE
WORKING TOGETHER.
YEAH.
♪♪
EVERYBODY IS IN
A DIFFERENT ZONE, NOW.
GET THE GAME FACE ON.
-OH, YEAH!
-OH, YEAH!
-OH, YEAH!
HOLY CRAP,
THAT'S A LOT OF CRAB.
Narrator: 30 MILES NORTH
OF ST. PAUL ISLAND...
Sean:
FIRST POT COMING UP.
FEELS LIKE OPIE SEASON.
Narrator:
...ON THE BRENNA A...
Sean: JUST READY TO GET ROLLING,
MAN, START HAULING THESE THINGS.
EVERY DAY WE'RE OUT HERE,
WE'RE RACKING UP MORE DEBT,
WHETHER IT'S FUEL OR BAIT
OR BILLS BACK HOME
WITH THE OTHER BOAT.
Narrator:
ALREADY BEHIND THE EIGHT BALL
AFTER WAITING OUT STORM ELSA,
CAPTAIN SEAN DWYER APPROACHES
THE HEAD OF A 25-POT STRING.
♪♪
A LITTLE BEHIND,
BUT I'M GONNA MAKE UP FOR IT.
I FEEL PRETTY CONFIDENT
ABOUT THAT.
TAKING ON A NEW BOAT,
AND A NEW DEBT...
Man: WHOO!
OPIE, BABY!
Narrator: ...SEAN COUNTS ON
HIS LONE-WOLF SET
TO BRING RELIEF
TO HIS BOTTOM LINE.
72 FATHOMS.
THERE'S GOOD SIGN ON THE BOTTOM.
PRETTY ALONE OUT HERE.
I MEAN, THAT'D BE AWESOME
IF I COULD JUST KEEP
ALL THIS TO MYSELF.
Narrator: RESISTING THE URGE
TO GO TOO FAR NORTH OR SOUTH,
SEAN BET ON GROUNDS
JUST NORTHWEST OF ST. PAUL,
FAR FROM THE FLEET.
Sean:
WE GOT 90 POTS TO HAUL.
IF WE CAN GET 200S
ALL THROUGHOUT THE GEAR,
I'D BE STOKED.
SEE WHAT HAPPENS.
READY FOR SOME CRABS!
♪♪
Man #2: HOW'S IT LOOKING?
HOW'S IT LOOKING?
Man #3: [BLEEP].
FIRST REACTION IS,
IT'S PRETTY SLIM.
Man: AH.
THIS IS DEFINITELY
NOT GOOD.
THOSE ARE SMALLS --
SMALL, SMALL, SMALL.
WE'LL SEE WHAT
THEY GET OUT OF IT.
♪♪
FOUR-SIX. FOUR-SIX.
Sean: FORTY-SIX?
FORTY-SIX?
WHOA. THAT'S...NOT MUCH.
FIRST POT WAS
A LITTLE EMPTY,
BUT IT WAS THE FIRST POT,
SO, IT COULD GET BETTER.
Sean: WE'LL SEE IF IT CLEANS UP
AS WE MOVE UP THE HILL, OR NOT.
IF THEY DON'T PERK UP, MAN,
WE'RE NOT GOING TO GET IT
WITH -- FISHING LIKE THIS.
Man: MAN. NOTHING.
Man #2: WHOA, MAN.
YIKES.
COVERED THE DOOR...
WITH NOTHING.
WELL, THAT DOESN'T
LOOK GOOD.
[BLEEP]
FOUR CRAB. ROGER.
YEAH, SO, WE'RE JUST GOING
TO KEEP ON STACKING, OBVIOUSLY.
Man: NO BUENO!
THERE'S NOTHING.
JUST KEEP ON STACKING.
Narrator: STACKING AND MOVING
MEANS MORE TIME,
MORE FUEL,
AND LESS PROFIT.
Man: ZERO CRABS.
Sean: RIGHT NOW,
I DON'T QUITE KNOW
WHAT I'M GOING TO DO
WITH THESE THINGS,
BUT OPTION ONE, STICK HERE,
SCRATCH AWAY,
IS REALLY NOT REALLY
THAT MUCH OF AN OPTION.
I'M LEANING TO THE NORTH.
THERE'S POWER IN NUMBERS.
THERE'S 20-SOME BOATS
THAT ARE ALL SEEING
THE SAME THING UP THERE.
THE WEATHER
WILL BE COMING DOWN.
SEEMS PRETTY OBVIOUS.
MIGHT AS WELL JUST
GET ON THE ROAD.
Narrator: 280 MILES
NORTHEAST FROM THE BRENNA A...
ALONG THE RUSSIAN LINE...
Keith:
ALRIGHT, GUYS.
FIRST POT IS
COMING UP, HERE.
EVERYBODY GET READY
TO ROLL.
LET'S DO IT.
Narrator: ...AFTER STRIKING OUT
NOT ONCE, BUT TWICE,
CAPTAIN KEITH COLBURN
LOOKS TO GET ON BASE
WITH HIS EASTERN SET.
♪♪
Keith: I'VE DUG BACK THROUGH
THE SURVEYS, AND YOU KNOW WHAT?
2001 SURVEY LOOKS EERILY
SIMILAR TO THIS ONE.
Narrator:
OUT OF IDEAS, KEITH REACHED
DEEP INTO THE WIZARD ARCHIVES,
HOPING TO PUT A STOP
TO HIS DISMAL FISHING.
Keith: WE NEED TO GET SOME CRAB
ON THIS BOAT,
BECAUSE RIGHT NOW,
WE ARE STARVING.
YOU KNOW, I DON'T KNOW
HOW MANY BLANKS
WE'VE HAULED
SO FAR THIS SEASON,
BUT IT IS DEFINITELY
A NEW RECORD FOR THE WIZARD.
WE'RE IN SHALLOWER
WATER, NOW.
WE'VE MADE OUR MOVE.
LET'S JUST HOPE THAT
THERE'S ACTUALLY CRAB IN THEM.
I THINK IT'S KIND OF
NOW OR NEVER.
♪♪
Narrator:
HALF HIS GEAR IN THE WATER...
I GOT BASICALLY 100 POTS
IN THE WATER,
AND I'VE GOT ABOUT
100 POTS ON DECK.
I NEED TO FIND A HOME.
Narrator: ...THE CAPTAIN
HAS HALF HIS STACK
READY TO BOMBARD
ANY SIGN OF LIFE.
Man: KEEP PULLING!
♪♪
IT'S GOING TO BE LOADED, BABY!
[BLEEP] ABOUT TIME TO TURN
OUR LUCK AROUND!
♪♪
Keith:
SOMETHING HAS GOT TO POP FOR US.
Narrator:
THIS WEEK ON "SALTY TAKES,"
THE ONLY FORCE MORE FEARED
THAN A BERING SEA BLOW --
HURRICANE SIG.
STAY AWAY FROM
THE COFFEE.
DON'T TOUCH THE COFFEE.
REMEMBER WHICH WAY
THE TIDE IS GOING.
CAN YOU BLOW THIS UP,
SO I CAN SEE THIS BOAT?
KARL SAID, "OH, DON'T WE ALWAYS
DRIVE THE BOAT WELL?"
WHAT TIME...
OKAY, LET ME SEE THE SOAK.
YOU GOT YOUR GEAR
TO WORRY ABOUT.
YOU GOT THE CREW
TO WORRY ABOUT.
LISTEN UP, MEN!
I'M JUST SAYING,
IT'S NOT BAD...
Mandy: OH, MY GOD,
JUST SHUT UP.
YOU'RE GONNA HAVE TO THINK
A LITTLE MORE ON THIS ONE, OKAY?
GOD, THIS IS --
NOW, YOU HEAR THAT?
YOU HEAR THAT NOTHINGNESS,
QUIETNESS,
SIG NOT YELLING
AND CHIRPING OVER MY SHOULDER?
Narrator: THE ONLY THING NICER
THAN THE SOUND OF SILENCE
MIGHT BE THE SOUND OF 180,000
POUNDS HITTING YOUR TANK.
YEAH, BABY!
Narrator:
ABOARD THE WIZARD...
Keith:
SOMETHING'S GOT TO POP FOR US.
Narrator:
...CAPTAIN KEITH COLBURN
LOOKS FOR SUCCESS
IN THE FAR
NORTHEASTERN GROUNDS.
Keith:
PLEASE BE SOME CRAB IN HERE.
Man: OH, YEAH!
WHOA!
Man #2: ALRIGHT!
♪♪
OH, YEAH!
OH, YEAH!
OKAY, WAIT, LET'S NOT GET
TOO EXCITED YET.
GIVE ME A QC REPORT.
I NEED TO KNOW, ARE THEY BIG?
-ROGER!
-OH, MAN, GOD,
PLEASE BE BIG CRAB.
PLEASE BE BIG CRAB.
PLEASE BE BIG CRAB.
YEAH!
RIGHT ON!
FOUR-TWENTY?
YEAH. GOOD STUFF!
PRAY IT HOLDS UP.
WE NEED A SPOT
TO SET THIS GEAR.
NOT BAD.
YEAH!
KEEP IT COMING, BABY!
YEAH, BABY.
THERE THEY GO.
[ CHEERING ]
HOLY [BLEEP], THAT THING
IS ALMOST HALF FULL.
-YEAH, BABY!
-OH, YEAH.
OH, YEAH.
PLEASE BE KEEPERS.
PLEASE BE KEEPERS.
-WHOO!
-YEAH, BABY!
CRAB, BABY!
PRETTY GOOD POT.
PRETTY GOOD POT.
Keith: NICE COLOR...
-3-80...
-...NICE SIZE.
...PLUS 40, 420.
BIG, CLEAN OPILIO.
Narrator: AFTER BATTLING
THROUGH FOUL WEATHER,
A HOLE IN THE BOAT,
AND THE PASSING OF HIS FATHER...
THAT'S HOT FISHING.
THAT'S WHAT
WE'RE LOOKING FOR.
...KEITH IS FINAL
ON THE CRAB.
I'M GONNA SET EVERY POT
I GOT HERE, RIGHT NOW.
ALRIGHT.
LET HER GO.
ALRIGHT. I GOT TO DRIVE HARD,
DRIVE FAST,
GET THIS GEAR
IN THE WATER.
♪♪
SEEING THE TAIL-END OF THE
STORM, STARTING TO GET CALM OUT.
SUNSHINE IS COMING THROUGH.
Narrator:
AFTER A RECORD-BREAKING
REIGN OF TERROR,
ARCTIC MEGA STORM ELSA RELENTS.
Josh: WE GOT [BLEEP] KICKED
OUT OF US, BUT WE'RE OUT HERE.
YEAH.
Josh: WE STUCK, AND STAYED,
AND MADE IT PAY.
Narrator:
THOSE WHO SUFFERED HER WRATH...
Josh: SOME OF THE BEST FISHING
WE'VE HAD YET.
ANYBODY OUT THERE THAT'S GOT
QUOTA THAT'S THINKING
ABOUT LEASING IT TO SOMEBODY,
DEFINITELY BE LOOKING
AT US LIKE,
"THESE GUYS CAN
GET IT DONE."
Narrator:
...ARE NOW BETTER FOR IT...
Keith: MOVE CRAB, BOYS.
MOVE CRAB, MAN.
KEEP THOSE HANDS MOVING FAST.
Narrator: ...REAPING BIG POTS
AND BIG BUCKS.
WE WERE ABLE TO CONTINUE
TO WORK THROUGH ELSA,
AND MANAGED TO KEEP THE GUYS
SAFE, AND GRIND, PERSEVERANCE.
WE'RE CATCHING A LOT OF CRAB
RIGHT NOW.
I MEAN, I'LL BE HONEST.
I'M EXCITED.
Man: YEAH, I'M GONNA MAKE
SOME MONEY!
Narrator:
BUT THOSE WHO TOOK SHELTER...
Sean: STORM IS OVER,
BUT THERE'S NOTHING HERE.
Narrator:
...ARE NOW PLAYING CATCH-UP.
GOING UP NORTH.
TIME TO GET HER DONE, MAN.
Narrator: THEIR CHOICE --
HEAD TO PUTIN'S PARADISE...
Sean:
SEE WHAT HAPPENS.
Sig: I KNOW THERE'S BIG
FISHING UP NORTH.
WE'RE HEARING REPORTS,
SO, I DO HAVE IN THE BACK
OF MY MIND TO MAKE A MOVE.
Narrator: ...OR STICK IT OUT
ON THE SOUTHERN GROUNDS.
Sig: BUT WE'RE GOING TO LET
THE GEAR TELL US WHAT TO DO.
Narrator:
ON THE NORTHWESTERN...
FIRST POT IN THE BLOCK,
YOU KNOW, IT'S GOT A LONG SOAK,
SO, IT SHOULD HAVE
A GOOD PICK.
ABOUT TO PICK UP OUR POTS.
THEY'VE BEEN SOAKING
WHILE WE WERE IN TOWN.
♪♪
Man: OH, MAN.
Man #2: OH, NO!
Narrator:
CAPTAIN SIG SIDESTEPPED ELSA...
OUCH.
...BUT THE CRAB
SIDESTEPPED SIG.
[ SIGHS ] LORD.
♪♪
ALRIGHT. SO, THAT POT DID NOT
HAVE WHAT WE WERE HOPING.
PULLING THE PLUG AND GETTING OUT
OF HERE MIGHT BE THE WAY TO GO.
♪♪
[BLEEP].
LOOKS LIKE
WE'RE GOING NORTH.
I GOT TO GO.
MIGHT AS WELL GO TO WHERE WE
THINK THERE'S STRONGER FISHING,
AND THAT'S UP NORTH.
[ PHONE RINGING ]
HEY, CAN I CALL YOU BACK IN 5?
-SURE.
MANDY!
YOU WANT TO HAUL
A FEW OF THESE?
-SURE.
-SHE'S ALL YOURS.
OKAY. HOP IN.
RIGHT.
HEY, I GOT --
GO AHEAD.
I GOT YOU.
OH.
UH-HUH.
YOU JUST TELL ME.
YOU GIVE ME THE WORD.
I'LL BE THERE.
OKAY.
LOVE YOU, TOO.
OKAY. LOVE YOU.
IT SOUNDS LIKE MY WIFE
HAS A FORM OF CANCER.
WE DO KNOW THAT THIS AREA ON
HER NECK IS DEFINITELY CANCER.
WE JUST DON'T KNOW
IF THERE'S MORE.
THERE'S NO WAY IN HELL
I'M GOING NORTH.
THAT'S JUST TOO FAR.
YOU KNOW, I GOT
SOME THINKING TO DO.
I JUST DON'T KNOW
WHAT TO DO RIGHT NOW.
♪♪
HURRICANE-FORCE WINDS...
Narrator: NEARLY TWO WEEKS
INTO A NEVER-ENDING ASSAULT
FROM ARCTIC
SUPERSTORM ELSA...
Sig:
THEY'RE NAMING THE STORM.
YOU KNOW IT'S GONNA BE
A 4 OR 5.
Man #2:
STATE OF ALASKA...
Narrator:...THE FLEET IS
BLOODIED BUT STILL STANDING.
Man #3: NOWHERE TO HIDE,
NOBODY TO SAVE YOU.
Narrator: WITH TANKS TO FILL
AND BILLS TO PAY...
Man #4: NOW, WE FIND OUT
WHAT YOU'RE REALLY MADE OF.
Narrator:
...EVERY BOAT MUST BRAVE
THE RELENTLESS WHIRLWIND...
Sean:
THIS IS DEFINITELY NOT IT.
IT'S LIKE A FRICKING
WASHING MACHINE OUT HERE.
-WATCH OUT, TAYLOR.
-GET IN THERE!
TELL ME WHEN I'M IN THE DEEP!
CAN I GO?
TURN?
-TURN!
Narrator: ...AND BATTLE
THE ICE QUEEN'S FURY...
IT'S GONNA THROW
THE BOAT OVER.
DAMN IT.
Narrator:
...ONE LAST TIME.
-WE'VE GOT A BIG ONE COMING.
-HANG ON. HANG ON.
CAPTIONS PAID FOR BY
DISCOVERY COMMUNICATIONS
WE'VE GOT ONE GUY DOWN.
GIVE ME A HEAD COUNT.
WE'VE GOT FIVE GUYS, RIGHT?
Narrator: ON THE WIZARD...
ALRIGHT. WHO WENT DOWN?
WAS THAT TODD?
TODD, LOOK AT ME.
LOOK AT ME.
LOOK AT ME.
ARE YOU OKAY?
YEAH, YOU GOT TO HOLD ON
[BLEEP], DUDE...
ESPECIALLY WITH
THE WEATHER LIKE THIS.
DAMN NEAR RIPPED
HALF HIS [BLEEP] ARM OFF!
Narrator: HAULING IN
ELSA'S TOWERING SEAS,
A MONSTER 40-FOOT ROGUE WAVE
FLOODS THE DECK,
BRINGING 20-YEAR-OLD CREWMAN
TODD GATEMAN TO HIS KNEES.
Todd: WELL, THE CAPTAIN
GAVE US A WARNING,
"A BIG WAVE COMING,"
SO I KIND OF HUNCHED DOWN,
CAUGHT QUITE A BIT OF IT
TO THE BACK.
AND IT PUSHED ME OVER,
THREW MY GLOVE OFF,
SPUN ME ALL AROUND.
EXCITING STUFF.
RIGHT NOW, THE WAY
THAT WAVE WAS COMING IN,
IT COULD HAVE TAKEN ALL THOSE
POTS RIGHT OFF THE RAIL.
I'VE JUST ABOUT GOT WHAT'S LEFT
OF MY GEAR ON THE BOAT.
I'VE GOT ABOUT ANOTHER
EIGHT POTS TO HAUL.
JUST GET THE GEAR ON,
GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE.
Narrator: STRIKING OUT
ON THE NORTHWEST...
Keith:
WE NEED TO GET GOING.
Narrator:
...CAPTAIN KEITH COLBURN
HEADS TO PROSPECT POTS
IN THE NORTHEAST,
BANKING ON SHALLOWER WATERS
TO BRING A CHANGE IN FORTUNE.
Keith: I'M JUST TRYING TO
SCRAMBLE TO GET THESE ON HERE,
BECAUSE I GOT SICK
AND TIRED OF HAULING BLANKS.
Narrator: IF THE VETERAN'S NEW
LOCALE SHOWS A SIGN OF LIFE...
Keith:
THERE'S NO CRAB AROUND HERE,
SO, HEADING TO THE NORTHEAST.
Narrator:
...KEITH HAS A DECKLOAD OF
AMMUNITION TO BLANKET THE AREA.
Keith: GET THIS BOAT BACK TO
THE OTHER POTS IN THE STRINGS,
AND HOPEFULLY,
WE FIND SOMETHING.
YOU KNOW, IT'S JUST --
OH, IT JUST WEARS YOU OUT, MAN.
YOU HOPE IT PAYS OFF.
Narrator:
80 MILES NORTHEAST...
ON THE RUSSIAN LINE...
Casey: HAIR DRYER IS GOING TO BE
WORKING OVERTIME TODAY.
A BEAUTIFUL MORNING.
Narrator: ...ABOARD THE 128-FOOT
CORNELIA MARIE...
♪♪
Casey: BIG WAVES, BIG WIND,
LOTS OF ICE.
THIS ELSA IS NO JOKE.
SHE'S A COLD BITCH.
Narrator: 24 HOURS AGO,
CAPTAINS CASEY MCMANUS
AND JOSH HARRIS REPOSITION
THEIR POTS TO PROTECT THE CREW
FROM ELSA'S MASSIVE WAVES.
Josh:
LOOK AT THAT ONE.
DAMN.
NOW, THEY'VE RETURNED, HOPING
THE BIOMASS HASN'T MOVED ON.
Casey: THIS TRIP HAS ALREADY
KICKED OUR ASS ROYALLY.
Narrator: ON THE CRABS
SINCE ARRIVING IN THE FAR NORTH,
ELSA IS GIVING THE CREW FITS
JUST GETTING THE POTS ON BOARD.
-WHOA!
-WATCH OUT!
-WATCH OUT!
-HOLY [BLEEP].
FIRST, THE PICKING HOOK
CABLE SNAPS.
HOLD ON! HOLD ON!
HOLD ON! HOLD ON!
THEN,
THE AFT CRANE GOES DOWN.
[BLEEP] DAMN IT!
THIS MIGHT JUST
ABSOLUTELY SCREW US.
Narrator: BUT WITH THE
MOTHER LODE IN THEIR SIGHTS...
...THE TWO YOUNG GUNS ABSORB
ELSA'S BLOWS, AND PUSH AHEAD.
Casey:
WE'VE GOT GUYS THAT ARE LOOKING
AT US TO GIVE US MORE QUOTA.
SO, THE BOAT HOLDS
A LITTLE OVER 300,000.
PLUG THE BOAT,
AND WE'RE DONE.
♪♪
SO, NOW,
WE GOT THAT GOING ON.
STUPID.
Casey: OH, FIRST POT!
Josh: WE GOT PRETTY FULL
POTS YESTERDAY,
BUT I'M NOT GOING
TO GET EXCITED
UNTIL WE SEE THE NUMBERS.
[BLEEP]
[BLEEP]
Casey: YOU THINK IT'S HARD
TO THROW THE HOOK,
YOU SHOULD TRY TO SEE
THE [BLEEP] POT.
IT TOOK ME THAT LONG JUST
TO FIND THE [BLEEP] THING.
♪♪
[ MAN GROANS ]
♪♪
Man: HEY! HEY!
Narrator: SMALL CRAB --
THOSE UNDER 3 INCHES
FROM EDGE TO EDGE --
MUST BE SORTED OUT,
AND THROWN BACK INTO THE SEA.
MORE WORK FOR
A WEARY CREW.
Man: [BLEEP] SUCKS.
♪♪
NEVER ENDS.
Josh:
READY TO SORT SOME CRAB?
A LOT OF HEAVY SORTING.
YOU KNOW, IT SUCKS.
Casey:
THIS AIN'T GONNA WORK.
♪♪
♪♪
Man: [BLEEP]
Man #2:
AH, YOU'RE [BLEEP].
Casey: WHAT'S WRONG?
Narrator: FOR THE SECOND TIME
IN JUST 20 HOURS...
AH, [BLEEP].
Narrator:
...THE CRANE GOES ROGUE.
Casey:
WE DID JUST FIX THIS THING.
WE NEED THE CRANE
TO STACK OUT.
WE CAN'T GET OUT OF HERE
IF WE DON'T HAVE IT.
-OH, [BLEEP].
-OH, [BLEEP].
TURN IT OFF! TURN IT OFF!
TURN IT OFF! TURN IT OFF!
[BLEEP]
♪♪
Man: WANT ME TO GET
THE BOAT HOOK?
TRY TO GET A LINE ON IT.
TRY TO GET A --
THROW A HOOK ON IT,
OR SOMETHING,
AND GET IT PULLED OVER.
STAY THE [BLEEP] AWAY FROM IT,
WHATEVER YOU DO.
THROW THE [BLEEP]
DAMN HOOK DOWN THERE!
[ MAN SPEAKS INDISTINCTLY ]
Man:
WATCH OUT, TAYLOR!
Man #2;
PULL THE LINE BACK.
IS TAYLOR STILL BACK THERE?
Man #3:
WATCH OUT, TAYLOR!
Man #4:
[BLEEP] DAMN IT!
Narrator:
ON THE CORNELIA MARIE...
DAMN IT. THROW THE [BLEEP]
DAMN HOOK DOWN THERE!
Narrator: ...A BROKEN PORTSIDE
CRANE SWINGS FREELY...
Man: WANT ME TO GET
THE BOAT HOOK?
Narrator:
...WHIPPING A UNFORGIVING
800-POUND WRECKING BALL
INTO THE WHEELHOUSE
15 FEET ABOVE THE DECK.
Man #2:
WATCH OUT, TAYLOR!
TAYLOR STILL BACK THERE?
Man #2: [BLEEP].
WATCH OUT, TAYLOR!
Man #3: WATCH OUT.
WATCH OUT!
Man #4:
[BLEEP] DAMN IT!
Narrator: FIGHTING THE LARGE
SEAS AND PITCHING DECK...
Man #2:
WATCH OUT, TAYLOR!
Narrator: ...THE CREW SECURES
A LINE TO THE POT'S EDGE...
DJ, GET THE PICKING HOOK.
BRING IT UP THROUGH THIS BAR,
RIGHT HERE, ON THE POT RACK.
...BANKING ON
THE PICKING BOOM
TO STEADY
THE SWINGING POT.
[BLEEP]
[BLEEP]
UP OVER HERE.
UP OVER HERE,
IN FRONT OF ME.
YOUR LEFT,
NOT OVER THERE.
NOT OVER THERE.
RIGHT THERE. RIGHT THERE.
THERE YOU GO.
I DON'T WANT
ANYBODY ELSE'S OPINION!
DO IT EXACTLY
HOW I TELL YOU!
WANT ME TO HELP?
-YEAH.
-OKAY.
REACH OVER, AND CUT THAT
[BLEEP] POT STRAP LOOSE.
[ MAN SPEAKS INDISTINCTLY ]
WELL, THAT WAS ABOUT
ALL THE EXCITEMENT
I NEEDED FOR TODAY.
SCARED THE [BLEEP]
OUT OF ME.
Man #2: HEY!
WHERE'S TAYLOR?
YOU'RE NOT DOING ANYTHING
WITH THE CRANE, ARE YOU?
WE'LL GET THE CRANE FREE
IN A SECOND,
AND THEN, WE CAN FIGURE OUT
WHAT'S GOING TO GO ON
WITH THE CRANE.
AND HIS HEAD?
HOW BAD?
YOUR HAND,
OR YOUR HEAD?
Taylor:
[BLEEP] HEAD.
[BLEEP] DAMN IT.
YOU GOT IT -- YEAH.
YOU CAN'T GET ANYWHERE
NEAR THE [BLEEP] THINGS
WHEN THEY'RE LIKE THAT.
Narrator: TRAPPED BETWEEN
THE 800-POUND POT
AND THE STEEL WALLS
OF THE WHEELHOUSE,
DECKHAND TAYLOR JENSEN...
Man #4: DAMN IT!
...TAKES A GLANCING BLOW
TO THE SIDE OF THE HEAD.
DOES IT HURT RIGHT HERE
WHEN YOU BITE?
Taylor: YEAH.
GOD!FEEL IT, OKAY?
[INDISTINCT]
I WANT YOU TO BE SMARTER,
AND STAY THE [BLEEP]
OUT OF THOSE SITUATIONS.
I DON'T GIVE A [BLEEP] [BLEEP]
ON THE SIDE OF THE BOAT, OKAY?
Casey: YOU CANNOT PUT YOURSELF
IN THAT POSITION.
THESE POTS CAN POP YOUR HEAD
LIKE A PIMPLE.
OKAY.
GO THROW SOME ICE ON IT, OKAY?
YOU ONLY GET
ONE BRAIN, TAYLOR.
Narrator: GETTING TAYLOR BACK
IN ACTION WILL TAKE TIME...
IT'S [BLEEP].
Narrator:
...BUT FIXING THE CRANE, THAT
COULD BE FAR MORE COMPLICATED.
Casey:
IF THIS CRANE DOESN'T WORK,
RUINS THIS WHOLE PLAN --
SHUTS IT RIGHT DOWN.
WE CAN PUSH GEAR ON DECK.
WE NEED THE CRANE
TO STACK OUT.
CAN'T GET OUT OF HERE
IF WE DON'T HAVE IT.
THIS COULD BASICALLY END
OUR SEASON.
Narrator:
290 MILES SOUTH...
ON THE BRENNA A...
Sean: BACK AT IT,
BACK ON THE GROUNDS.
Narrator: ...AFTER WAITING OUT
WHAT HE THOUGHT WAS
THE BRUNT OF STORM ELSA...
Sean: WE'VE GOT [BLEEP]
RIGHT OUT OF HERE,
THAT'S FOR SURE.
IT'S LIKE A FRICKING WASHING
MACHINE OUT HERE RIGHT NOW.
Narrator: ...CAPTAIN SEAN DWYER
FINDS THAT
MAYBE HE SHOULD HAVE WAITED
A LITTLE LONGER...
Man:
[BLEEP] WEATHER.
Sean:
TIDE IS AGAINST THE WIND.
THE WATER IS, LIKE,
MURKISHLY BROWN RIGHT NOW,
LOOKS [BLEEP]
AND DANGEROUS.
Narrator:
...AND WITH NO MORE TIME
TO SPARE, IT'S FISH OR BUST.
Sean: ABOUT 36 HOURS NORTH
OF DUTCH HARBOR,
TO THE NORTHWEST
OF ST. PAUL.
I'M TRYING TO SITUATE MYSELF
FOR SOME FRESH GROUND.
♪♪
Narrator: INSTEAD OF
FOLLOWING THE CROWD,
THE YOUNG SKIPPER LOOKS TO STAKE
HIS CLAIM WHERE THE FLEET ISN'T.
Sean: YOU'VE GOT GUYS DOWN HERE,
JUST OFF OF ST. PAUL,
AND THEN, NO ONE HAS REALLY BEEN
IN THIS AREA, RIGHT HERE.
SO, THE MIDDLE AREA RIGHT NOW
IS KIND OF UNCHARTED TERRITORY.
THE GOAL IS TO FILL THE BOAT
IN 10 DAYS.
I'VE GOT A BOAT PAYMENT NOW.
I'VE NEVER HAD THAT BEFORE.
Narrator:
AFTER SECURING A NEW BOAT FOR
THE DWYER FAMILY BUSINESS...
Sean: I'LL TAKE WHATEVER
I CAN GET,
SOAK UP ALL THE LAST DOLLARS
I CAN.
I GOT BILLS.
Narrator: ...NOW ALL HE'S
GOT TO DO IS PAY FOR IT.
Sean:
TIME TO GO MAKE SOME MONEY.
OUR FIRST SET OF OPIES, 2019.
OFF WE GO.
♪♪
Sean:
NOT A BOAT IN SIGHT.
Narrator: 30 MILES SOUTH,
IN ST. PAUL HARBOR...
Sig: LOOK LIKE THEY'RE
ABOUT READY, MANDY?
Narrator:
...THE LAST BOAT OFF THE DOCKS
IS THE 125-FOOT NORTHWESTERN.
♪♪
Sig: THE GUYS ARE ON DECK, JUST
TRYING TO GET THE BOAT READY.
AND THEN, WE CAN
THROW OUR LINES.
Man: BEEN WAITING OUT THE STORM
FOR A COUPLE DAYS.
WE'RE GONNA TRY TO
GET OFF THE DOCK, HERE.
IT'S BLOWING PRETTY HARD.
WE'VE HAD SO MANY RESTARTS
THIS SEASON.
I JUST DON'T KNOW
WHAT TO THINK ANYMORE.
Narrator:
CRIPPLED BY BREAKDOWNS...
Sig: AH, COME ON.
Narrator:
...AND INJURY...
HE'S NOT OKAY!
HE'S [BLEEP] UP!
Narrator: ...AN UNRELENTING
STORM IS THE LATEST
ON WINTER'S LIST OF TERRORS.
Sig:
THESE GUYS READY?
Narrator: NOW, CAPTAIN SIG IS
THROWING LINES, ELSA OR NO ELSA.
Sig: NOW, WE CAN START
OUR TRIP AGAIN.
WE DELIVERED AROUND
90,000 POUNDS,
WHICH IS GOOD, BUT WE'VE STILL
GOT AROUND 350,000 TO GO.
SO, I'M GONNA GET
THE [BLEEP] OUT OF HERE.
Narrator:
TO ESCAPE ST. PAUL HARBOR,
SIG MUST NAVIGATE
A NARROW 300-FOOT CHANNEL,
AVOIDING THE ROCKY SHORELINE
AND HULL-PIERCING SHALLOWS --
ONLY TO FACE
THE TURBULENT MAW
OF THE NOTORIOUSLY
TREACHEROUS INLET,
ENDURING FEROCIOUS WINDS
AND CRESTING BREAKERS.
Sig: WHAT DO WE GOT
ON THE DOCK, NOW,
JUST THE STERN LINE?
ALRIGHT. WELL, PULL THAT ONE
OFF, AND SEE WHAT HAPPENS.
WE'RE TRYING
TO GET OUT OF HERE.
THE WIND IS STILL
A LITTLE...
IT'S GONNA THROW ME SO FAST
THROUGH TO THAT DOCK,
IT'S NOT EVEN FUNNY.
GO, GO, GO!
-[INDISTINCT] LINE!
Man: CUTTING IT.
-ARE WE CLEAR?
-ALL CLEAR!
MANDY, CAN YOU GO
LOOK AT THE CHART,
AND TELL ME
IF I'M IN THE MIDDLE?
YOU'VE GOT TO BE CAREFUL
IN THIS HARBOR,
BECAUSE THERE'S
SUCH SHALLOW GROUND.
WHAT'S MY DEGREES?
HOW MANY DEGREES
AM I GOING?
YOU WANT 270, RIGHT?
TELL ME WHEN I'M 270!
I WANT...JUST...
TELL ME WHEN
I'M IN THE DEEP!
RIGHT NOW?
SAY WHEN.
TURN?
TURN!
TURN?
Narrator:
ON THE NORTHWESTERN...
Sig: OH!
TELL ME WHEN
I'M IN THE DEEP!
RIGHT NOW?
Narrator: ...CAPTAIN SIG HANSEN
EXITS ST. PAUL'S NARROW CHANNEL
AMID HIGH WIND AND WAVES.
SAY WHEN!
TURN?
AM I OKAY?
TURN!
TURN?
PORT?
YOU'RE FINE. YOU'RE FINE.
YEAH, YOU'RE FINE.
YOU'RE CLEAR.
BLOW UP THE SCREEN,
AND LOOK!
BLOW IT UP,
AND LOOK.
Narrator: AT THE HELM,
SIG'S DAUGHTER MANDY STRUGGLES
TO LOCK IN A SAFE COURSE
AWAY FROM THE ROCKY SHALLOWS.
GO STARBOARD.
[BLEEP] DAMN IT.
[BLEEP] DAMN IT.
TWO-THIRTY-SEVEN.
♪♪
♪♪
[BLEEP] HATE THAT PLACE!
COME HERE.
SEE THE CHART?
YOU'VE GOT TO
BLOW IT UP.
SEE?
-YEAH.
WE'RE WAY TOO CLOSE.
I JUST MISSED THAT
BY ABOUT 6 FEET.
NOT GOOD.
SO, THAT WAS STUPID.
WE ALMOST HIT THE BOTTOM.
♪♪
WHAT A PAIN IN THE ASS.
GOOD JOB, MANDY.
THANK YOU.
SO, WE'VE GOT ABOUT 90 MILES
TO THE GEAR HERE.
WE'RE GOING TO DEFINITELY FEEL
SOME WEATHER, STILL,
BUT WE'VE GOT TO GET ON SOME
CRAB, AND MAKE A TRIP OUT OF IT.
Narrator:
320 MILES NORTH...
ON THE CORNELIA MARIE...
Casey: I DON'T EVER WANT TO SEE
THAT AGAIN IN MY LIFE.
YOU CAN SEE
RIGHT WHERE IT HIT.
WE ARE SO LUCKY THAT
THAT DIDN'T BLOW
THROUGH THE WINDOW,
OR KILL SOMEBODY.
YEAH.
Narrator:
...AFTER THE ROGUE CRANE NEARLY
TOOK OUT THE WHEELHOUSE WINDOWS,
CO-CAPTAINS JOSH HARRIS
AND CASEY MCMANUS
ARE DOWN A MAN
AFTER AN 800-POUND CRAB POT
DELIVERED A GLANCING BLOW TO THE
HEAD OF DECKHAND TAYLOR JENSEN.
FARRELL IS GOING TO WELD IT UP,
GET IT DAMN NEAR BACK TOGETHER.
THEN, GOING TO PARK HER,
PUT HER IN TIME-OUT,
AND START ROLLING GEAR.
Narrator: NOW, TO GET BACK IN
ACTION, ENGINEER JON FARRELL
SECURES THE CRANE...
-GOT IT!
-GOOD?
-NICE.
...MAKING THE DECK
ONCE-AGAIN SAFE...
WELL, BERING SEA SAFE.
Josh: WE'RE COMING UP TO
THE FIRST CRAB POT.
♪♪
Casey: THE VERY NORTH END
OF THIS STRING
IS GONNA BE
A LITTLE SHALLOWER.
Josh: I THINK THE BIOMASS, THE
KEEPERS, IS GONNA BE SHALLOW.
I'M HOPING.
WE'LL SEE.
WE SHALL SEE.
♪♪
HOLY [BLEEP].
THAT'S A LOT OF CRAB.
-HERE THEY ARE!
-THERE THEY ARE.
THIS ONE IS DEFINITELY
A 600-PLUS.
Man:
AND WE'RE BACK ON THEM!
Narrator:
DESPITE THE CORNELIA MARIE'S
MECHANICAL DIFFICULTIES,
BIG POTS CONTINUE
TO ROLL OVER THE RAIL.
Josh:
FIVE-EIGHTY.
WHOA.
BIG CRAB SWINGING.
Man: [BLEEP]
NOW, WE'VE GOT TO FRICKING
HAND-STACK ALL THESE POTS.
Narrator:
BUT DOWN A CRANE AND A DECKHAND,
PUSHING POTS TAKES ON
A FAMILIAR FEEL --
SUFFERING.
Josh: THESE BOYS ARE GOING TO BE
WHOOPED PUPPIES
BY THE TIME
THIS ONE IS DONE.
Man: [BLEEP] MAN!
THAT'S ONE POT.
EVERYTHING THAT WE PUT TOGETHER
FOR THIS WHOLE TRIP RIDES
ON THESE GUYS
COMING TOGETHER RIGHT NOW,
AND WORKING AS A TEAM.
AT LEAST WE'RE
[BLEEP] FISHING!
Narrator: AND WHEN IT COMES TO
TEAM, THERE IS NO "I."
BATTERED,
TAYLOR JENSEN GEARS UP.
Taylor: EVERY SINGLE ONE
OF THOSE GUYS ON DECK
WOULD COME BACK OUT
IF THEY WERE ME,
SO, GET ON THE BOAT,
AND GET BACK TO TOWN.
THAT'S ALL ANYBODY SHOULD BE
WORRIED ABOUT RIGHT NOW.
-YEAH!
-[BLEEP] YEAH!
Man:
CRAB ONE, BUDDY!
YOU KNOW, [INDISTINCT]
BACK ON DECK,
DOING WHAT HE DOES.
[ INDISTINCT SHOUTING
FROM DECK ]
Josh:
OH, TAYLOR IS BACK AT IT.
THAT IS A TOUGH COOKIE, MAN.
INJURED OR NOT,
THAT KID IS NON-STOP.
HI, MOM.
Josh:
THIS IS WHAT THEY NEED.
IT'S GONNA BE GOOD
FOR EVERYONE.
Man #2: WE'RE ALL OUT HERE
WORKING TOGETHER.
YEAH.
♪♪
EVERYBODY IS IN
A DIFFERENT ZONE, NOW.
GET THE GAME FACE ON.
-OH, YEAH!
-OH, YEAH!
-OH, YEAH!
HOLY CRAP,
THAT'S A LOT OF CRAB.
Narrator: 30 MILES NORTH
OF ST. PAUL ISLAND...
Sean:
FIRST POT COMING UP.
FEELS LIKE OPIE SEASON.
Narrator:
...ON THE BRENNA A...
Sean: JUST READY TO GET ROLLING,
MAN, START HAULING THESE THINGS.
EVERY DAY WE'RE OUT HERE,
WE'RE RACKING UP MORE DEBT,
WHETHER IT'S FUEL OR BAIT
OR BILLS BACK HOME
WITH THE OTHER BOAT.
Narrator:
ALREADY BEHIND THE EIGHT BALL
AFTER WAITING OUT STORM ELSA,
CAPTAIN SEAN DWYER APPROACHES
THE HEAD OF A 25-POT STRING.
♪♪
A LITTLE BEHIND,
BUT I'M GONNA MAKE UP FOR IT.
I FEEL PRETTY CONFIDENT
ABOUT THAT.
TAKING ON A NEW BOAT,
AND A NEW DEBT...
Man: WHOO!
OPIE, BABY!
Narrator: ...SEAN COUNTS ON
HIS LONE-WOLF SET
TO BRING RELIEF
TO HIS BOTTOM LINE.
72 FATHOMS.
THERE'S GOOD SIGN ON THE BOTTOM.
PRETTY ALONE OUT HERE.
I MEAN, THAT'D BE AWESOME
IF I COULD JUST KEEP
ALL THIS TO MYSELF.
Narrator: RESISTING THE URGE
TO GO TOO FAR NORTH OR SOUTH,
SEAN BET ON GROUNDS
JUST NORTHWEST OF ST. PAUL,
FAR FROM THE FLEET.
Sean:
WE GOT 90 POTS TO HAUL.
IF WE CAN GET 200S
ALL THROUGHOUT THE GEAR,
I'D BE STOKED.
SEE WHAT HAPPENS.
READY FOR SOME CRABS!
♪♪
Man #2: HOW'S IT LOOKING?
HOW'S IT LOOKING?
Man #3: [BLEEP].
FIRST REACTION IS,
IT'S PRETTY SLIM.
Man: AH.
THIS IS DEFINITELY
NOT GOOD.
THOSE ARE SMALLS --
SMALL, SMALL, SMALL.
WE'LL SEE WHAT
THEY GET OUT OF IT.
♪♪
FOUR-SIX. FOUR-SIX.
Sean: FORTY-SIX?
FORTY-SIX?
WHOA. THAT'S...NOT MUCH.
FIRST POT WAS
A LITTLE EMPTY,
BUT IT WAS THE FIRST POT,
SO, IT COULD GET BETTER.
Sean: WE'LL SEE IF IT CLEANS UP
AS WE MOVE UP THE HILL, OR NOT.
IF THEY DON'T PERK UP, MAN,
WE'RE NOT GOING TO GET IT
WITH -- FISHING LIKE THIS.
Man: MAN. NOTHING.
Man #2: WHOA, MAN.
YIKES.
COVERED THE DOOR...
WITH NOTHING.
WELL, THAT DOESN'T
LOOK GOOD.
[BLEEP]
FOUR CRAB. ROGER.
YEAH, SO, WE'RE JUST GOING
TO KEEP ON STACKING, OBVIOUSLY.
Man: NO BUENO!
THERE'S NOTHING.
JUST KEEP ON STACKING.
Narrator: STACKING AND MOVING
MEANS MORE TIME,
MORE FUEL,
AND LESS PROFIT.
Man: ZERO CRABS.
Sean: RIGHT NOW,
I DON'T QUITE KNOW
WHAT I'M GOING TO DO
WITH THESE THINGS,
BUT OPTION ONE, STICK HERE,
SCRATCH AWAY,
IS REALLY NOT REALLY
THAT MUCH OF AN OPTION.
I'M LEANING TO THE NORTH.
THERE'S POWER IN NUMBERS.
THERE'S 20-SOME BOATS
THAT ARE ALL SEEING
THE SAME THING UP THERE.
THE WEATHER
WILL BE COMING DOWN.
SEEMS PRETTY OBVIOUS.
MIGHT AS WELL JUST
GET ON THE ROAD.
Narrator: 280 MILES
NORTHEAST FROM THE BRENNA A...
ALONG THE RUSSIAN LINE...
Keith:
ALRIGHT, GUYS.
FIRST POT IS
COMING UP, HERE.
EVERYBODY GET READY
TO ROLL.
LET'S DO IT.
Narrator: ...AFTER STRIKING OUT
NOT ONCE, BUT TWICE,
CAPTAIN KEITH COLBURN
LOOKS TO GET ON BASE
WITH HIS EASTERN SET.
♪♪
Keith: I'VE DUG BACK THROUGH
THE SURVEYS, AND YOU KNOW WHAT?
2001 SURVEY LOOKS EERILY
SIMILAR TO THIS ONE.
Narrator:
OUT OF IDEAS, KEITH REACHED
DEEP INTO THE WIZARD ARCHIVES,
HOPING TO PUT A STOP
TO HIS DISMAL FISHING.
Keith: WE NEED TO GET SOME CRAB
ON THIS BOAT,
BECAUSE RIGHT NOW,
WE ARE STARVING.
YOU KNOW, I DON'T KNOW
HOW MANY BLANKS
WE'VE HAULED
SO FAR THIS SEASON,
BUT IT IS DEFINITELY
A NEW RECORD FOR THE WIZARD.
WE'RE IN SHALLOWER
WATER, NOW.
WE'VE MADE OUR MOVE.
LET'S JUST HOPE THAT
THERE'S ACTUALLY CRAB IN THEM.
I THINK IT'S KIND OF
NOW OR NEVER.
♪♪
Narrator:
HALF HIS GEAR IN THE WATER...
I GOT BASICALLY 100 POTS
IN THE WATER,
AND I'VE GOT ABOUT
100 POTS ON DECK.
I NEED TO FIND A HOME.
Narrator: ...THE CAPTAIN
HAS HALF HIS STACK
READY TO BOMBARD
ANY SIGN OF LIFE.
Man: KEEP PULLING!
♪♪
IT'S GOING TO BE LOADED, BABY!
[BLEEP] ABOUT TIME TO TURN
OUR LUCK AROUND!
♪♪
Keith:
SOMETHING HAS GOT TO POP FOR US.
Narrator:
THIS WEEK ON "SALTY TAKES,"
THE ONLY FORCE MORE FEARED
THAN A BERING SEA BLOW --
HURRICANE SIG.
STAY AWAY FROM
THE COFFEE.
DON'T TOUCH THE COFFEE.
REMEMBER WHICH WAY
THE TIDE IS GOING.
CAN YOU BLOW THIS UP,
SO I CAN SEE THIS BOAT?
KARL SAID, "OH, DON'T WE ALWAYS
DRIVE THE BOAT WELL?"
WHAT TIME...
OKAY, LET ME SEE THE SOAK.
YOU GOT YOUR GEAR
TO WORRY ABOUT.
YOU GOT THE CREW
TO WORRY ABOUT.
LISTEN UP, MEN!
I'M JUST SAYING,
IT'S NOT BAD...
Mandy: OH, MY GOD,
JUST SHUT UP.
YOU'RE GONNA HAVE TO THINK
A LITTLE MORE ON THIS ONE, OKAY?
GOD, THIS IS --
NOW, YOU HEAR THAT?
YOU HEAR THAT NOTHINGNESS,
QUIETNESS,
SIG NOT YELLING
AND CHIRPING OVER MY SHOULDER?
Narrator: THE ONLY THING NICER
THAN THE SOUND OF SILENCE
MIGHT BE THE SOUND OF 180,000
POUNDS HITTING YOUR TANK.
YEAH, BABY!
Narrator:
ABOARD THE WIZARD...
Keith:
SOMETHING'S GOT TO POP FOR US.
Narrator:
...CAPTAIN KEITH COLBURN
LOOKS FOR SUCCESS
IN THE FAR
NORTHEASTERN GROUNDS.
Keith:
PLEASE BE SOME CRAB IN HERE.
Man: OH, YEAH!
WHOA!
Man #2: ALRIGHT!
♪♪
OH, YEAH!
OH, YEAH!
OKAY, WAIT, LET'S NOT GET
TOO EXCITED YET.
GIVE ME A QC REPORT.
I NEED TO KNOW, ARE THEY BIG?
-ROGER!
-OH, MAN, GOD,
PLEASE BE BIG CRAB.
PLEASE BE BIG CRAB.
PLEASE BE BIG CRAB.
YEAH!
RIGHT ON!
FOUR-TWENTY?
YEAH. GOOD STUFF!
PRAY IT HOLDS UP.
WE NEED A SPOT
TO SET THIS GEAR.
NOT BAD.
YEAH!
KEEP IT COMING, BABY!
YEAH, BABY.
THERE THEY GO.
[ CHEERING ]
HOLY [BLEEP], THAT THING
IS ALMOST HALF FULL.
-YEAH, BABY!
-OH, YEAH.
OH, YEAH.
PLEASE BE KEEPERS.
PLEASE BE KEEPERS.
-WHOO!
-YEAH, BABY!
CRAB, BABY!
PRETTY GOOD POT.
PRETTY GOOD POT.
Keith: NICE COLOR...
-3-80...
-...NICE SIZE.
...PLUS 40, 420.
BIG, CLEAN OPILIO.
Narrator: AFTER BATTLING
THROUGH FOUL WEATHER,
A HOLE IN THE BOAT,
AND THE PASSING OF HIS FATHER...
THAT'S HOT FISHING.
THAT'S WHAT
WE'RE LOOKING FOR.
...KEITH IS FINAL
ON THE CRAB.
I'M GONNA SET EVERY POT
I GOT HERE, RIGHT NOW.
ALRIGHT.
LET HER GO.
ALRIGHT. I GOT TO DRIVE HARD,
DRIVE FAST,
GET THIS GEAR
IN THE WATER.
♪♪
SEEING THE TAIL-END OF THE
STORM, STARTING TO GET CALM OUT.
SUNSHINE IS COMING THROUGH.
Narrator:
AFTER A RECORD-BREAKING
REIGN OF TERROR,
ARCTIC MEGA STORM ELSA RELENTS.
Josh: WE GOT [BLEEP] KICKED
OUT OF US, BUT WE'RE OUT HERE.
YEAH.
Josh: WE STUCK, AND STAYED,
AND MADE IT PAY.
Narrator:
THOSE WHO SUFFERED HER WRATH...
Josh: SOME OF THE BEST FISHING
WE'VE HAD YET.
ANYBODY OUT THERE THAT'S GOT
QUOTA THAT'S THINKING
ABOUT LEASING IT TO SOMEBODY,
DEFINITELY BE LOOKING
AT US LIKE,
"THESE GUYS CAN
GET IT DONE."
Narrator:
...ARE NOW BETTER FOR IT...
Keith: MOVE CRAB, BOYS.
MOVE CRAB, MAN.
KEEP THOSE HANDS MOVING FAST.
Narrator: ...REAPING BIG POTS
AND BIG BUCKS.
WE WERE ABLE TO CONTINUE
TO WORK THROUGH ELSA,
AND MANAGED TO KEEP THE GUYS
SAFE, AND GRIND, PERSEVERANCE.
WE'RE CATCHING A LOT OF CRAB
RIGHT NOW.
I MEAN, I'LL BE HONEST.
I'M EXCITED.
Man: YEAH, I'M GONNA MAKE
SOME MONEY!
Narrator:
BUT THOSE WHO TOOK SHELTER...
Sean: STORM IS OVER,
BUT THERE'S NOTHING HERE.
Narrator:
...ARE NOW PLAYING CATCH-UP.
GOING UP NORTH.
TIME TO GET HER DONE, MAN.
Narrator: THEIR CHOICE --
HEAD TO PUTIN'S PARADISE...
Sean:
SEE WHAT HAPPENS.
Sig: I KNOW THERE'S BIG
FISHING UP NORTH.
WE'RE HEARING REPORTS,
SO, I DO HAVE IN THE BACK
OF MY MIND TO MAKE A MOVE.
Narrator: ...OR STICK IT OUT
ON THE SOUTHERN GROUNDS.
Sig: BUT WE'RE GOING TO LET
THE GEAR TELL US WHAT TO DO.
Narrator:
ON THE NORTHWESTERN...
FIRST POT IN THE BLOCK,
YOU KNOW, IT'S GOT A LONG SOAK,
SO, IT SHOULD HAVE
A GOOD PICK.
ABOUT TO PICK UP OUR POTS.
THEY'VE BEEN SOAKING
WHILE WE WERE IN TOWN.
♪♪
Man: OH, MAN.
Man #2: OH, NO!
Narrator:
CAPTAIN SIG SIDESTEPPED ELSA...
OUCH.
...BUT THE CRAB
SIDESTEPPED SIG.
[ SIGHS ] LORD.
♪♪
ALRIGHT. SO, THAT POT DID NOT
HAVE WHAT WE WERE HOPING.
PULLING THE PLUG AND GETTING OUT
OF HERE MIGHT BE THE WAY TO GO.
♪♪
[BLEEP].
LOOKS LIKE
WE'RE GOING NORTH.
I GOT TO GO.
MIGHT AS WELL GO TO WHERE WE
THINK THERE'S STRONGER FISHING,
AND THAT'S UP NORTH.
[ PHONE RINGING ]
HEY, CAN I CALL YOU BACK IN 5?
-SURE.
MANDY!
YOU WANT TO HAUL
A FEW OF THESE?
-SURE.
-SHE'S ALL YOURS.
OKAY. HOP IN.
RIGHT.
HEY, I GOT --
GO AHEAD.
I GOT YOU.
OH.
UH-HUH.
YOU JUST TELL ME.
YOU GIVE ME THE WORD.
I'LL BE THERE.
OKAY.
LOVE YOU, TOO.
OKAY. LOVE YOU.
IT SOUNDS LIKE MY WIFE
HAS A FORM OF CANCER.
WE DO KNOW THAT THIS AREA ON
HER NECK IS DEFINITELY CANCER.
WE JUST DON'T KNOW
IF THERE'S MORE.
THERE'S NO WAY IN HELL
I'M GOING NORTH.
THAT'S JUST TOO FAR.
YOU KNOW, I GOT
SOME THINKING TO DO.
I JUST DON'T KNOW
WHAT TO DO RIGHT NOW.
♪♪