Deadliest Catch (2005–…): Season 15, Episode 16 - Deadliest Catch - full transcript

This is
a total anomaly.

We're stuck in the storm path.

From Los angeles all the way
to Anchorage, Alaska,

we're talking
about 3,000 miles.

You've got nothing
but high-pressure systems.

Every single storm is hitting,
bouncing off and going North.

Boing.

Boing.

Boing.

And we happen to be trapped,
literally,

every single storm
tracking right through us.



50 knots. 40, 50-foot seas.

It's ugly.

You can feel
the temperature dropping.

The ice pack is moving closer.

It's gonna get colder
and darker,

and the ice is back
with a vengeance.

All hell is going to
break loose out here.

Look!

Ooh.

Good luck.

Shut this all the way.

I've already got enough bad news
off that computer for one night.

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*DEADLIEST CATCH*
Season 15 Episode 16



Episode Title:
"Unbreakable"

Corrections done by srjanapala

In the far North,

Whoo!

On the Wizard...

Those high-pressure
systems aren't going anywhere.

That's why we're getting
no relief.

Pretty serious.

A freakish weather
system threatens the grounds

and the fleet.

A wall of high-pressure lines
the Western Seaboard,

funneling low-pressure
systems North.

The result...
A freight train of storms

aimed directly
for the Opilio grounds,

into the face of the fleet.

Whoa.

We've got a storm blowing
through right now,

35-foot seas, 21 degrees,

but the good news is
we're on really good fishing.

- All right.
- All right, then.

Despite the bad weather...

Whoo!

We went Northeast.

It's just a mountain of crab,

and it just keeps coming
and coming and coming.

Captain Keith Colburn

is riding a quota-busting

500-crab-per-pot average.

The boys have worked
for it, man.

This has been a tough trip.

Started with nothing but doom,
gloom, breakdowns,

leaky boats, no crab.

Yeah, you can't start any worse
than we started.

We're getting no relief
from the weather.

I have to go to town
and deliver.

Finally eyeing
a successful offload,

Keith's out of time
and excuses.

, boys.

Pow-tow.

Right on, 675, man.

We are on them.

- Whoo!
- Yeah.

Hey.

**** Damn it.

Get out. Get out.

I got it. I got it.

There we go. Oh, boy.
Oh, boy. Watch out.

- Ah!
- Uh-oh.

Freddy just got bopped.

You all right?

That last pot got under the boat
a little bit,

had a lot of tension on it,

and then the buoy
went flying over the rail,

and I think Freddy's hand
got popped pretty hard.

He's sticking his hand out,

and it's hanging limp
on his **** side.

It's...
There's something going on.

Roger!

Ouch.

Ouch.

Is your finger moving,
everything fine?

- Yeah?
- It's got...

It's getting kind of sensitive,
the tip, you know?

Yeah, I'll bet
it's real sensitive.

Are you kidding me?

Freddy's sensitivity
comes from a subungual hematoma.

For those of you without
a dictionary,

a burst blood vessel
under his fingernail.

Need to put a needle in it?

- Can we do that?
- Hell yeah, we can do that.

- Yeah.
- That's what you do.

Just squeeze it.
All the blood will come out.

- It'll feel brand-new.
- Okay.

To keep Freddy in top form...

Hey, you don't have
a sharp needle, do you?

Well, yeah.

Give me
the biggest one you got.

Keith goes from
Captain to amateur medic.

You don't have to push real hard
because it's gonna be hot,

and it's gonna try and melt.

Maybe twist a little bit.

You'll feel it pop through
and when it does,

it'll squeeze
a bunch of that blood out.

It'll be happy because all
that pain goes away real fast.

I'll let you hang onto this.

Yeah. Yeah. Go for it.
Just go for it.

Okay. Just poke.

- Oh.
- Yep.

- There you go.
- Mnh-mnh.

- Ooh.
- Oh, yeah.

Nope, yep.
It's coming out now.

Mm, mm, mm.

Yeah, you like that?

- Whoa.
- Ew.

Oh. It's crazy.

- Good stuff, huh?
- Oh, that's... thank you, boss.

Have your fingers back.

- Wow.
- Okay.

Just under four miles.

With any luck, we should have
a pretty good pick.

170 miles southwest...

It's getting colder
than ****

The Northwestern bucks

a building sea
in her first storm

since elsa five days ago.

**** Sucks.

You know, 30-knot winds,
15-footers.

We do have the ice which is
looming overhead, literally.

Now we just want to get this
damn thing full and get in.

The conditions
are worsening right now.

So should be
an interesting evening.

Go ahead.

Like Keith, Captain Sig Hansen

suffered through bad numbers
in the south

before striking it rich
on the Northern grounds.

Whoo, whoo.

I really don't like
fishing this far North.

I never have.

But we went through our gear,
and we set it back.

When you set back
after a long soak,

sometimes new crab move in.
You just don't know.

Let's go. Come on.

Whoo!

Oh, yeah.

This morning is just starting
off gangbusters.

I mean, that table is full.

Yeah, buddy.

Whoo!

325.

Yeah.

Whoo!

Yeah, we're on the monster.

Getting dirty with the boys...

It's easier for the guys
when I'm on board

because I help out a lot,

but I'm mainly here to learn
the ropes of the business

and eventually
take over one day.

Relief skipper
and Sig's daughter,

Mandy Hansen.

This is going pretty good,
I got to say.

I want to just keep in my grid
and work the gear.

I want Mandy to be a lot more
hands-on this year,

and so takes practice.

30-knot windsore
hand pounding seas,

are perfect conditions
to get a master class

from, well, the master.

All you got to worry
about is... Throttle.

Throttle when I go down.

Back off when I go up.

Like there,
I was going into it.

I backed off.
If I kept on the throttle,

I would have smashed it twice
as hard, you know what I mean?

- Yeah.
- It's all throttle.

Ba, ba.

Don't hurt anybody.

Her challenge...
Navigate from pot to pot

while protecting the crew
from the weather

by timing the throttle to
minimize the massive breakers.

This is 25, 30 knots,
probably 15-foot.

That's when it gets tricky.

Oh, my God.

- You're not nervous?
- No.

You should be.

Little bit of power.

Watch the wave.

Got to back off a little bit.

Oh.

Oh, look out.

Captain Mandy's at the helm.

Couple of seconds late.

Remember, you want to be
at least three seconds ahead,

every move you make,
because the action of the boat

- takes so much more time.
- Right.

200 tons of steel
you have to move.

It's not a car.

Worry about the people on deck.

Yeah.

Go ahead.

Watch the wave.

Break. Now.

Whoa!

- Whoa.
- Whoa.

Oh, my God...

Careful. Go easy.

Whoo!

Oh, watch out.

Slow down.

See that?

Look. Ooh.

Ooh, ooh, ooh.

- Whoa!
- Whoa.

On the Northwestern...

Slow down.

You got big ones
coming right there.

See that? Look.
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh.

Whoa. Watch out.

Whoa!

At the helm in heavy seas,

Mandy attempts to time
the throttle

with the swell and gets bit.

Didn't see that coming,
did you?

After a while,
you'll know how to kind of

correct it before it happens

because you'll know what
the wave's gonna do to you.

Yeah.

Go.

Got to back off a little bit.

See? If you had it in gear,

that would have been
a much bigger surge.

Big one.

All right.
Take it out of gear.

Whoo-hoo!

Go.

Okay. Now she's coming.

There you go.

Well done.

- Whoo!
- Whoo!

- Whoo!
- There you go.

Pretty impressive.

Whoo!

- This the last one?
- Yeah.

That was the last one, guys.

Cool. Thank you.

Okay. Good job.

It went really well.

You know, we had some
pretty big weather here.

It was 25, 30 with probably
12, 15-foot seas.

There was some good lumps,
so she did great.

One of these days, she wants to
run the boat herself,

but I'd like to know
that she's ready

and capable
when that day comes.

She's just got to do it.

So we'll keep dialing in,

looking for the stronger signs.

Going over.

Try one more time here.

10 miles Northwest...

Starting to pick up here.

It's gonna turn from freezing
spray to heavy freezing spray,

especially way up here in
the North country where we are,

so that's nothing to mess with.

Be on your toes, man.

A series of building blows

take dead aim at Captain
Steve "Harley" Davidson

and the Southern Wind.

I can see it on my radar.

Oh, boy.

Something is probably,
you know, I'm getting...

I can see a definite line
of something.

Ever since we coming up
to this Northern area,

it's been a great hit up here.

We've been getting big numbers,

27,000 crab average per day.

That's over $100,000 a day
that we're making for the boat.

Wasn't easy,
these last couple days,

but fishing been really good.

A few more days
in the North country...

Just grind it out,
top off and go home.

Will send the Southern Wind

back to town stuffed with
a tank-busting Opilio payday.

Today, I got those pots
that I rolled.

Typically, when I come
to a string, even if it's good,

I'll move it over
a little half mile,

get on some fresh ground.

This string, I just rolled it
right where it was.

The veteran skipper doubled down

and is now bang or bust.

Okay. Here comes.
First pot coming up, guys.

Oh...

Whoo! Yeah!

First pot of that set
that we rolled.

Hoping for something good, man.

Last time on this pot,
I had 440 before I rolled it,

so what am I going
to get this time?

Aw.

There's still life here.

We'll see how much.

150. 1-5-0.

Seems like I lost
half my crab there.

Seeing pretty crab,
but not a lot of them.

I hope I can get better,
but I'm getting something.

That's not what
we're looking for.

- Not at all.
- This the second pot.

It looks
maybe a little weaker.

5.

Ugh, hey.

This looks like ****
there ain't much here.

On a roll back.

Bottom might be starting
to get wore out.

Before, these were, like, 500,
500 and 440, 510.

I'm thinking that, you know,
it's time to move them.

His honey hole tapped out,

and the weather getting
worse by the minute,

the veteran skipper needs
a new line of attack.

I got an idea I'd like to go try
and see if it work out for me.

The fishing is usually pretty
good right next to the sea ice.

There's a lot of
sea life there.

There's lots of plankton,

and the crab are running
right with it, too.

If it's not moving really hard,

it could be real lucrative.

Okay, guys.
That's good enough.

I want to head
over to the sea ice,

finish this quota off
and put this season to rest.

Fishing the ice edge
can bring great reward.

I don't even know
how to react to that.

It's just a...

But the crew would rather stick

and stay than stack and freeze.

Just grind it out
where we're at,

but roll the dice
in the ice, I guess.

Could come easy,
or it could be a struggle,

but these guys are gonna
have to kind of toughen up.

Captain says something,
that's it.

Coming up...

If there's something wrong,
get out of here.

Wow, look at this.

We're right on the edge,
that's for sure.

Give it a shot, I guess.

Three, two, one, boom.

Whoo-hoo!

As the freight train
of low-pressure systems barrels

towards the grounds,

250 miles
removed from the howling gale

in the safety
of St. Paul Harbor...

Yeah, we're almost done with
the offload here at st. Paul.

Bugs look real good.

I think the numbers are going
to be spot-on almost,

real close.

We were in our best
fishing ever.

We, I think, three days,
we put 100,000 pounds,

or close to 100,000 pounds,
of crab on.

It was a little scary at times,
but we got it done.

Taking advantage of
mammoth fishing up North,

Summer Bay Captain "Wild"
Bill Wichrowski grosses $400,000

on his first Opilio delivery.

We had four new guys and Nick
and me, but Nick got banged up.

But Bill's successful
first offload comes at a cost.

Coming in.

Ow ****

While setting,

deck boss
Nick Mcglashan injured his arm,

forcing the veteran hand off
deck and out of commission.

Gonna go to the clinic
and see what they say.

You know, like,
what if I do have to leave?

Now,
with Nick once again on

the injured reserve list,

the Summer Bay could face
the remainder

of the winter season
shorthanded.

You ready, buddy?

Yeah. Me either.

But if they see something
is wrong,

get the **** out of here.

You will help me out
if you stay,

but if there's something wrong,
get out of here.

I mean it from my heart, man.

Don't just say, "well,
I'm going to stay anyway

because it's not happening."

I'm gonna finish
no matter what,

but life would be a lot easier
if I had Nick on board.

375 milesNorth...

Out of the reach of the storm
train's fierce wind and waves...

But in the grip
of the polar deep freeze...

Wow. Look at this.

It reminds me of back home
in Minnesota, but back home,

we got to drill holes in it
to get anything out of it.

This is kind of different.

Hopefully we get some crab,
but uncle Steve never said

nothing about going
fishing up on the ice.

At the helm...

We haven't really had to deal
with this ice for several years.

I mean, it's an inch thick right
here, where that red stuff is.

That's pretty big stuff.

Southern Wind Captain

Steve "Harley" Davidson Carves

through the ice pack's
nutrient-rich Northern flow.

I've had success
right in this area before.

The crab are real plentiful
usually right by the ice edge.

Valuable spot to fish,
but it's kind of a nightmare

because you have to...

you've to play
cat and mouse with the ice.

There's bigger stuff
behind this,

and if it keeps coming,

it starts getting big
like buildings,

and I can't drive in that.

This boat has got 3/4-inch steel
on the hull here,

and even banging
into this stuff,

it's not meant for that.

I'm just trying to get on
the edge of it

and see what I can catch.

For Harley,
the vision of stuffed pots

outweighs the risk of the ice.

Give me a **** break.

That ice comes, I mean, you're
not going to find anything.

But in the galley,
his crew gives the plan

the cold shoulder.

You guys don't understand.

This ice comes down,
you're up here forever.

- Trying to find your gear.
- It drags your pots.

If we **** around in this ice
and it starts going Northerly,

Northeast at all,
we're screwed.

When moving sea ice
covers crab gear,

it can pull the buoys
and their pots below,

hauling it for miles, destroying
the bait and the catch.

But dragged into the deep,

the buoys sink below
the waterline,

making the gear unrecoverable.

We haul three or four pots,

and then you'll see an ice flow,
and they're gone.

I've fished like that before,
and it's horrible.

It's a big gamble.

Seems like we might be
in a good spot to set a string,

see if they can sort out
if there's any life right here.

Typically, when there's
nobody up here,

there's nobody up here
for a reason.

He's got high hopes.
Give it a shot, I guess.

Roll the dice in the ice.

Okay, guys.
Let's set this stuff up.

Oh, it's my lucky pot,
number 23.

Three, two, one, boom.

- Going over!
- Here we go.

Whoo!

Oh.

Um,
is that supposed to do that?

We're right on the edge.
That's for sure.

Landed upright.

All right.

Isn't that crazy?

Ah, there she goes.

Over.

Really hope
there's something here.

Oh.

While the first in
a string of low-pressure systems

wreaks havoc on the grounds...

Now we're gonna pick up Nick.

They're done
with the diagnostics.

In st. Paul Harbor,
Captain "Wild Bill"

braces for the medical verdict
on his deck boss' injured arm.

Uh-oh. New sling.

How'd that go?

Well, the bad news is that

I hyperextended
and dislocated my elbow.

Oh, my God.

But good news is that
I get to stay.

That's **** awesome.
I'll tell you what.

I was really worried that
it was something

that was going to be
a little lasting.

Yeah, this **** hurt.

My life just got easier,

even if you just come out
and run the crane.

I'm just happy I get to stay.

For Nick,
the only thing better

than the all-clear...

I fly out tonight.

Shut the ****

Is a little fun
at the crew's expense.

Hey, I leave tonight.

Can you grab my bag
down there for me?

It's diagnosed?

- It's not good if you're out.
- Wow.

What do they think it is?

It's fine.

Ah, funny guy. Funny guy.

I'm excited to go out
and make this happen as quickly

and as efficiently as I can.

After two days at dock...

Yeah, let them go.

Bill heads back to his pots

soaking on
the Northern grounds...

All right.
Is that bob clear?

Bob is clear.

Bob is clear. Go.

And directly into
the storm's line of fire.

50 knots, 40, 50-foot seas.

That's an ass-kicker.

It will be nice going out
with Nick back on deck,

and... I'm hoping that we can get
the crab we need,

but you never know.

288 miles North of St. Paul,

The Wizard
is in the thick of it.

The weather has come up, heavy
freezing spray and 35-foot seas.

You know, it's just...
Oh, it just wears you out, man.

I got to stay on my game, see if
there's really good fishing

or if the spot
is all fizzled out.

Captain Keith Colburn
beats through the breakers

to the trip's final
10-pot string.

Getting a little hairy.

Just seems like
we can't get a break

from this weather this year.

See what happens.

Coming up.

So, at this point right now,
we are racing the clock.

Hopefully, this string
will hold up at 400s.

If it does, we'll definitely
put the boots to those tanks.

After facing down weather,

empty pots, breakdowns,

and a smashed finger...

Now we going to be loaded.

We're on the mother lode, baby.

Captain Keith
and crew tank an impressive

408,000 pounds of Opilio.

I mean, with any luck, get crab
on board and head to St. Paul.

And with an offload
in just 30 hours,

Keith aims to haul
the final crab of a brutal trip.

Yeah!

Pow, bang.

Man, that's **** rock star
**** there, man.

Life is good.

Oh!

It's got me, john.
Big boy.

Yeah!

4-3-0.

Yeah, baby!

There we go. 400 counts.

Loading them up with fish for
basically what's going to amount

to 1, 2, 3,
probably a 4 or 5-day soak.

Going over!

Getting close to ending
our first Opie trip here.

We're setting all of our gear
to go back to town.

Yeah!

Whoo!

450.

550.

600.

650.

Okay. Last pot.

Right on.

We put 260,000, 270,000 pounds
on here in three days.

With 33% of his quota
now on board...

Yeah, baby!

Keith Battens down
the hatches and heads to town.

Next stop, St. Paul.

126 miles Northwest,

well above the storm track,

in the shadow of
the polar ice pack...

Let's see if there's
any hope for life.

You know, I spread out
some pots here, you know,

right on the ice edge,
but it's all just moved off.

Getting all this westerly wind,
so it's bring it off

to the east,
which is a good thing.

It's just opening up
more grounds.

Southern Wind
Captain Steve "Harley" Davidson

returns to gear he set
onto the ice 18 hours ago.

I got a big monster of a boat,
and I'm protected,

so I can go right up to the ice,
and there's nobody for miles,

so this'll be all ours
if we can find something here.

There he is.

The first pot survived the ice.

Okay, guys.
Let's see what we got here.

But did it catch any crab?

Whoo!

Hyah!

First pot coming up.

I don't know, man.
I've never been out here.

They said it's paid off
in past years,

but nobody is out here,

so it's either gonna be
really good or really bad.

You don't know.

This week, on "Salty Takes"...

What is that thing?

120 miles from
the nearest land mass...

I've seen a lot around
the ports and stuff,

but never really seen them
on ice before.

Nature comes
face-to-face with man.

And nature doesn't
like what she sees.

Just like that, he gone.

Oh, yeah, nature?

How about the 408,000 pounds
of white-belly opilio crab

in Keith's tank?

We're gonna be eating
some nature.

First pot coming up.

On the Southern Wind...

I don't know, man.
Nobody is out here,

so it's either gonna be
really good or really bad.

You don't know.

Captain Steve "Harley"
Davidson recovered

his first pot from the ice,

but "does it have crab?"
is another question.

Are we in them, pistol pete?

**** Lot of small.

****- Lot of cod.

Looks a little small.

Male.
Those small baby male, huh?

I mean, these things
are really small,

three or four years away,
I would guess.

Legal Opilio crab are
3.1 inches from edge to edge.

That takes between
seven to nine years

in the bering sea incubator.

It's a nursery here.

I don't see one keeper
on this whole table.

That is horrific.

This really sucks.

I mean, keepers.

- Zero.
- Zero.

So a bust.

Yeah, okay. That's right.
Get this next one up.

Maybe I just hit a little
bad spot, you know,

I guess is the thing to hope.

Let's see what we can get here.

No.

****Absolutely **** nothing.

Man. Nothing.

Still just the babies
and the cod fish.

The good news...
The ice flow receded,

leaving Harley's pots
in open water.

Yeah, man.
Zeros all day is pretty bogus.

The bad news...
The keepers never showed up.

We know where they're not.

We're stacking them, man.
This is horrible.

That's the risk, you know?

You've burnt the fuel
to come out here,

try something
that nobody else is trying.

Most of the time,
there's a reason,

but got to still try.

Boo.

Just open the door
and throw them out.

You can't make
all the right moves.

That's a fact.

165 miles south...

Whoo-hoo!

Overrun by
the storm train...

I'm telling you guys, it's going
to be a **** up ride.

****Time to be fishing.

After a two-day steam,

Summer Bay Captain
"Wild" Bill Wichrowski

pushes his way to the top
of his first string...

We had tremendous fishing
when we left,

but, typically, you don't leave
gear in the water for a week

and come back and find
as good or better results.

Hoping his crab
weren't scared off by the blow.

Got any holes at all, they're
not going to **** in them.

Door is not tight,
they're gonna get out.

Coming up.

- Whoo!
- Yeah!

I really hope these are
three or better.

Come on.

- Oh, yeah.
- Yeah!

- Yeah!
- Whoo!

- Yeah, baby.
- That's a lot of crab.

That's not too bad.

- Whoo!
- Yeah, baby.

That's pretty impressive.

I never thought they'd
hold that much.

- Yeah.
- Whoo!

Oh, yeah.

- Whoo!
- That's great.

6-2-5.

Six and a quarter, baby.

Never dreamed we'd be seeing
600 on these.

The veteran Captain
timed his trip perfectly.

His reward...
A 450-crab-per-pot average.

This should be about
a 10,000-pound string.

It's gonna take a while
to get through these.

The guys are going to whupped.

- Yeah!
- Whoo!

But if it stays like this,
we got it.

As the freight train of storms

thunders down the track...

- Oh, yeah.
- Whoo!

All right.

Sig and The Northwestern

hop aboard...

- Whoo!
- **** yeah.

Bucking the high seas...

Holy ****

For even higher numbers.

Whoo!

This is the third time
I've set this string back,

so I'm just going
to keep laying them.

We'll give it another go here.

On the Southern Wind,

Harley sidesteps
the breakers...

Pretty weak.

And the keepers.

You'd think I would have got
a little better, but didn't.

Never comes easy.

You try. You try.

That's all you can do
is keep trying.

God, those high-pressure systems
are still pushing

the low right up our throats.

For the vigilant
and the brave...

Same thing, you see all
these highs are just piled up.

That ones is even strengthening
right off of Vancouver, Canada.

The battle has just begun.

The storms are going to keep
tracking right through us,

which is not good.

Here she comes.

Still to come this season...

Hang on.- ****

Probably the biggest storm
of the season.

Uh-oh. Oh, no.

The whole boat is dead.

We're not giving up.

We are going to
finish this trip.

Look, heads up!

Corrections done by srjanapala