Deadliest Catch (2005–…): Season 4, Episode 10 - Deadliest Catch - full transcript

Narrator: JUST HOURS AFTER
THE OPILIO FLEET DEPARTED,

MOTHER NATURE'S WRATH
TORE THROUGH THE GROUNDS.

THIS IS THE BERMUDA TRIANGLE
OF THE BERING SEA.

Narrator: THE FIRST POTS
OF THE SEASON WERE LAUNCHED.

WHOA! WHOA!
WHOA! WHOA!

CAPTAINS BATTLED THROUGH
FIERCE SEAS AND HIGH WINDS.

OH, YEAH!

Narrator: NOW, AS TWO ARCTIC
HURRICANES THREATEN THE FLEET,

THE ROUTINE RESCUE MISSION

HAS TURNED INTO A FLIGHT
FOR SURVIVAL...

AS THE HUNT CONTINUES
FOR THE DEADLIEST CATCH.



[ MID-TEMPO ROCK MUSIC PLAYS ]

[ RADIO CHATTER ]

JUST THREE DAYS
INTO THE OPILIO CRAB SEASON,

THE COAST GUARD WAS CALLED
FOR AN EMERGENCY RESCUE AT SEA.

A CREWMAN ABOARD THE 304-FOOT
VESSEL ISLAND ENTERPRISE

HAS SUFFERED A SERIES
OF LIFE-THREATENING SEIZURES

AND MUST BE EVACED
TO A MEDICAL FACILITY.

Roger.
The door is open.

WITH ROLLING SEAS AND WINDS
GUSTING TO 40 KNOTS,

THE COAST GUARD HAS LIMITED TIME
FOR A BASKET RESCUE.

Roger.
Forward and right.

Okay.

WITH CREWMAN RAFAEL OROSCO
IN THE CHOPPER,

SWIMMER LUKE CORDERONE QUICKLY
ADMINISTERS MEDICAL ATTENTION



TO TRY AND STABILIZE
THE PATIENT.

Refer to the read-back.

Okay.

Narrator:
BUT OROSCO IS STILL AT RISK

FOR SUFFERING ANOTHER SEIZURE

OR GOING
INTO ANAPHYLACTIC SHOCK.

THEIR ORDERS FROM THE BASE
ARE TO AIRLIFT THE PATIENT

TO COLD BAY,
235 MILES TO THE SOUTHEAST.

AGAINST PILOT TODD BLOCH'S
BETTER JUDGMENT,

THEY SET A COURSE FOR COLD BAY,
TWO HOURS AWAY,

DIRECTLY THROUGH THE HEART
OF A MASSIVE STORM FRONT.

WITHIN MINUTES,

THE JAYHAWK RESCUE HELICOPTER
BEGINS TO ICE OVER.

Thanks, man.

IF THE DEICING APPARATUS FAILS,

ICE WILL CLOG THE JET'S
AIR-INTAKE SYSTEM,

SUFFOCATING THE ENGINE,
FORCING A STALL.

THE JAYHAWK WILL LOSE ALTITUDE
AND, AT WORST, CRASH.

PILOT NASHON ALMINA

TRIES TO CONTACT BASE
TO REPORT THEIR SITUATION.

Lor sta St. Paul,
Lor sta St. Paul.

Coast Guard rescue 6035,
channel 2, live, over.

BUT THERE'S NO RESPONSE.

Lor sta St. Paul,
Lor sta St. Paul.

Coast Guard rescue 6035,
rescue 6035.

Lor sta St. Paul,
Lor sta St. Paul.

Coast Guard rescue 6035,
channel 2, live, over.

So, try to call
anyone else you can.

Rescue 6035.

WITHOUT ORDERS FROM BASE,

THE COAST GUARD TEAM NOW FACES
AN IMPOSSIBLE DECISION...

...RISK EVERYONE'S LIFE ON BOARD
TO SAVE ONE MAN,

OR RISK LOSING THE PATIENT
TO SAVE THE LIVES OF THE CREW.

THEY RECHECK
OROSCO'S VITAL SIGNS.

FOR THE MOMENT,
THE PATIENT REMAINS STABLE.

BUILDING ICE IS WEIGHING
THE CHOPPER DOWN.

AND COMBINED
WITH THE 40-KNOT HEADWINDS,

THEIR PROGRESS SLOWS TO A CRAWL.

PILOT BLOCH QUESTIONS

WHETHER THEY EVEN HAVE
ENOUGH FUEL TO MAKE IT.

WITH THE WIND AT THEIR BACK,

THE JAYHAWK MAKES THE RUN
TO ST. PAUL IN JUST 40 MINUTES.

RAFAEL OROSCO IS STILL
IN STABLE CONDITION.

BUT THERE'S NO PLANE ON HAND
TO FLY OROSCO TO ANCHORAGE.

FINALLY, AFTER A TWO-HOUR WAIT,
RAFAEL GETS A LUCKY BREAK,

THIS TIME FROM A GOOD SAMARITAN.

THEY HAVE A CARGO AIRCRAFT HERE,

SO THEY CAN'T NORMALLY
CARRY PASSENGERS

BUT GOT A WAIVER FROM THE FAA
TO CARRY THE PERSON

THEY MEDEVACED OFF
OF THE ISLAND ENTERPRISE.

[ SIREN CHIRPS ]

Narrator: COMING UP...

IT'S REALLY GETTING WINDY --
70, 80.

Narrator: ...HIGH WINDS
AND A SHREDDING ANCHOR LINE

PUT A SKIPPER
BETWEEN A HARD PLACE...

Phil:
THIS IS A REAL TRICKY SPOT.

Narrator: ...AND THE ROCKS.

Josh: I MEAN,
THIS AIN'T NO JOKE.

US BEING ON THE BEACH COULD
REALLY [BLEEP] THINGS UP.

Narrator: 279 MILES NORTHWEST
OF DUTCH HARBOR...

THE CORNELIA MARIE
IS DOWN AN ENGINE,

LIMPING THROUGH 25-FOOT SEAS
AND 40-KNOT WINDS.

CAPTAIN PHIL IS ON A MISSION

TO REACH ST. PAUL
AND THE SAFETY OF HER HARBOR.

Phil:
IT'S GETTING [BLEEP] BAD.

YOU SEE THE SIZE
OF THESE WAVES COMING BY?

[ ALARM RINGS ]

Narrator: 12 HOURS AGO,

ONE OF THE BOAT'S
TWO ENGINES OVERHEATED,

AND PHIL WAS LEFT WITH NO OPTION
BUT TO SHUT HER DOWN.

IT'S JUST A [BLEEP] DEAL.
I'M DISGUSTED.

Narrator: NOW,
AFTER SIX GRUELING HOURS

BATTLING THE HEAVY SEAS,

PHIL STEERS THE CRIPPLED BOAT
BACK INTO THE SAFETY

OF ZOLOTOI BAY,
NEAR ST. PAUL ISLAND.

Phil:
IT'S REALLY GETTING WINDY.

THE WAY THIS WIND'S GONNA BLOW
WILL SHOOT US RIGHT OVER HERE,

WHICH IS THAT BEACH
RIGHT OVER THERE.

I DON'T WANT
TO PARTICULARLY BE THERE.

I MEAN,
THIS AIN'T NO JOKE.

US BEING ON THE BEACH COULD
REALLY [BLEEP] THINGS UP.

Man:
WEATHER SOURCE AT ANCHORAGE
HAS ISSUED A HIGH-WIND WARNING.

HIGH-WIND WARNING
IN EFFECT UNTIL MIDNIGHT.

WE'RE GONNA HANG OUT HERE
TILL IT'S SAFE ENOUGH

THAT WE CAN GET FROM HERE
TO DUTCH HARBOR

SO WE CAN TEND TO OUR ENGINE.

Narrator:
HIDING OUT IS STILL A GAMBLE.

POWERFUL WINDS AND TIDES

CAN SHOVE THEM
INTO THE JAGGED SHORELINE.

WITH THE ANCHOR SECURE,

CAPTAIN PHIL ORDERS HIS SON,
JOSH, TO TAKE THE FIRST WATCH.

OKAY, YOU'RE UP.
REALLY PAY ATTENTION.

WE'RE FLOPPING AROUND.
OKAY.

YOU KNOW, ONE JERK,

AND IT'LL BUST THAT CABLE,
AND WE'LL START GOING BACKWARDS.

I GOT TO KNOW
IMMEDIATELY.

ROGER.

IT DON'T GET
MUCH WILDER THAN THIS.

Narrator: JOSH'S JOB
WILL BE TO ENSURE

THE 300-TON CORNELIA MARIE

DOESN'T GO ADRIFT
AND ONTO THE ROCKS.

[ CREAKING ]

HOLD ON.

Man: DID IT BREAK?
YEAH, IT DID.

[ Telephone rings ]
Phil: Yeah?

Wow.

[ CREAKING ]

Narrator: MURRAY IS FORCED
TO START THE BOAT'S BAD ENGINE

TO HELP LOOSEN THE TENSION
ON THE ANCHOR CABLE.

THE CREW CAREFULLY
WINCHES THE ANCHOR UP

TO ASSESS THE DAMAGE.

[ MACHINERY HUMS ]

IF THE CABLE SNAPS
WHILE THEY'RE WINCHING IT IN,

IT COULD WHIP ACROSS THE BOW
AND SLICE A DECKHAND IN HALF.

Phil:
THIS IS A REAL TRICKY SPOT.

Narrator: DECKHAND DAVE MILLMAN
GETS THE FIRST LOOK.

[ TELEPHONE RINGS ]

YEAH?

MILLMAN: It went out, like,
two more wraps is all,

but I don't want
to get any closer.

No. That's fine.

HOW MUCH ARE WE GONNA
LOSE OFF THAT CABLE?

CAN YOU CUT THE BAD SPOT OUT,

OR DO WE HAVE TO JUST GET
ANOTHER CABLE?

Uh...
WE'LL HAVE
TO GET ANOTHER CABLE, HUH?

More than likely,
yeah.

Narrator: PHIL'S SONS QUICKLY
TIE A BUOY TO THE ANCHOR.

IN A WORST-CASE SCENARIO,

AT LEAST THE $6,000 GRAPPLE
COULD BE RETRIEVED.

I DON'T KNOW WHEN WE'RE GONNA
GET TO DUTCH HARBOR.

I DON'T KNOW WHEN THE BOAT
WILL GET FIXED.

I DON'T KNOW WHEN WE'LL
MAKE IT BACK OUT HERE.

Narrator: PHIL HUNKERS DOWN

AND PREPARES TO RIDE OUT
THE REST OF THE STORM

ON A BAD ENGINE AND AN ANCHOR
HANGING BY A THREAD.

COMING UP, TOO MANY COOKS
ON THE TIME BANDIT.

IT'S ANDY
THAT'S THE CAPTAIN.

OKAY.
IT'S DYING OFF RIGHT HERE.

YOU CAN LEAVE ONE A MILE DOWN,
STACK BAD ONES.

DON'T YOU TELL ME
WHAT TO DO.

Narrator: 295 MILES NORTHWEST
OF DUTCH HARBOR,

NORTHWESTERN CAPTAIN
SIG HANSEN

APPROACHES THE FIRST POTS
OF THE SEASON

HE SET IN LAST NIGHT'S STORM.

THE NORTHWESTERN
WAS BATTLING 20-FOOT SEAS

AND WAS FORCED TO BLINDLY SPLASH
100 POTS.

Sig: I NEED TO SET HERE.

AND TO BE QUITE HONEST,
I DON'T CARE WHERE IT ENDS UP.

I JUST WANT TO GET IT
OFF THE DECK.

IT'S A LOT SAFER.

DON'T MISS, JAKE.

IT'S PRETTY FREAKING IMPORTANT
YOU DON'T MISS.

FIRST POT COMING UP HERE.

YEAH, I COULDN'T HAVE MADE IT
MUCH EASIER FOR YOU.

I DON'T EXPECT THE FIRST POT'S
GONNA MAKE OR BREAK OUR SEASON,

BUT WE'LL SEE.

Man: MONEY, MONEY,
MONEY, MONEY!
Man #2: I SEE CRABS.

COME ON. COME ON!

I SEE CRAB.
OH, YEAH!

I SEE SOME CRAB.

[ GRUNTS ]

NICE
AND CLEAN-LOOKING.

NOT BAD! NOT BAD!

GET OPIES SORTED
ON THE TABLE.

MATT'S NAME IS THE SHOVELER.

THAT'S 'CAUSE HE'S REALLY FAST.

KNEE-DEEP IN CRAB.

RIGHT NOW, I FEEL LIKE
WE GOT LUCKY AND LANDED ON THEM

OR AT LEAST SOME REALLY GOOD
SPOTS RIGHT OFF THE BAT.

AND NOW WE'RE GETTING A FEEL
FOR WHAT'S GOING ON.

YOU COULD DIAL IN.

SO IT JUST -- IT CLICKS
THAT MUCH FASTER.

Narrator:
AS THE CREW PICKS THEIR WAY

THROUGH MOUNTAINS
OF OPILIO GOLD,

A COILED SHOT ON TOP OF A POT
BEHIND THEM FALLS ON DECK...

...NORMALLY NOT A BIG DEAL,

UNLESS THE LINE IS SUCKED
INTO THE BYCATCH CHUTE

WHERE FEMALES AND JUVENILES
ARE WASHED BACK INTO THE OCEAN.

AS SOON AS THE LINE IS
SUCKED DOWN THE CHUTE,

IT QUICKLY TRAVELS TO THE STERN,

WHERE IT WOULD MOST LIKELY
BECOME TANGLED

IN THE CHURNING PROPELLER.

WHEN ROPE PULLS TAUT,
THE 800-POUND POT IT'S TIED TO

BECOMES A RUNAWAY STEEL
BATTERING RAM ON DECK.

[ INDISTINCT SHOUTING ]

LOOK ALIVE!

YEAH.

EDGAR'S QUICK THINKING

KEPT A FREAK ACCIDENT
FROM TURNING FATAL.

OH, YOU GET THESE WAVES
COME OVER,

TAKES THE COIL
OFF THE TOP OF THE POT,

UNDER THE TABLE,

RIGHT OUT THE OTHER SIDE
OF THE BOAT.

THE PROBLEM IS IT CAN GO THAT
FAR DOWN TO GETTING IN OUR PROP.

AND THAT WOULD BE, LIKE,
REALLY BAD.

YOU'D HAVE A POT TRYING TO GET
SUCKED DOWN A HOLE THIS BIG.

Man:
I'VE BEEN HERE A LONG TIME,

AND I AIN'T NEVER SEEN A LINE
GO OUT THAT [BLEEP] CHUTE,

NEVER ONCE.

Narrator:
WITH THE DISASTER AVERTED

AND A CLEAR-WEATHER WINDOW
AHEAD OF THEM,

THE CREW GETS BACK TO THE GRIND.

[ INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS ]

YOU KNOW, IF YOU CAN PULL GEAR
AND THE WEATHER PERMITS IT,

YOU KIND OF WANT TO DO THAT.

IF YOU HAVE THE SCHEDULE

AND SAY YOU'RE GONNA
PULL GEAR ON THIS DAY,

YOU MIGHT AS WELL
TOSS IT OUT THE WINDOW

BECAUSE THE WEATHERMAN
MIGHT SAY DIFFERENT.

Man: THEY SAY YOUR FIRST DAY OF
FISHING'S USUALLY THE LONGEST.

IT'LL BE A LONG DAY.

Narrator:
85 MILES TO THE NORTHEAST,

THE TIME BANDIT IS ENJOYING
A BERING SEA SUNRISE...

AND CALMER WATERS AFTER BEING
BATTERED BY THE LAST STORM.

THE FLAG TOOK A BEATING
ON THIS TRIP, THAT'S FOR SURE.

THE WHOLE BOAT TOOK A BEATING.

IF YOU LOOKED INSIDE MY STOMACH
RIGHT NOW,

I WOULD BE THAT FLAG LAST NIGHT.

BL-BL-BL-BL!

OH, YEAH, MAN. LAST NIGHT WAS
NOT A GOOD NIGHT FOR ME.

THAT WAS ROUGHER THAN HELL.

[ INDISTINCT SHOUTING ]

I HAD TO WATCH OUT
FOR EVERY WAVE

TO MAKE SURE THESE GUYS
DIDN'T GET KILLED.

AND THEN WHEN I SEE SCOTTY

GOING TOWARDS THE EDGE OF THE
BOAT ON THE PICKING BOOM HOOK...

WHOA! WHOA!
WHOA! WHOA! WHOA!

...THAT WAS NOT A GOOD FEELING.

Narrator: WITH DECK LIGHTS
DESTROYED, MISSING DECK BOARDS,

AND A SHREDDED FLAG,

CAPTAIN ANDY LOOKS FORWARD
TO CALMER SEAS.

THERE'S NOTHING THAT CHANGES
A CREW MEMBER'S ATTITUDE

MORE THAN CALM WEATHER
AFTER GETTING HIS ASS KICKED.

LOOK AT THE 10-FOOT WAVES
ROLL BY INSTEAD OF 35-FOOTERS.

BAM!

MOTHER NATURE'S
SMILING UPON US AGAIN.

Narrator: NOW ANDY'S FINALLY
ABLE TO HAUL SOME GEAR.

BUT HE SET THIS STRING

ON THE ADVICE
FROM OLDER BROTHER JOHNATHAN.

CAME DOWN WHERE JOHNATHAN
WAS LAST YEAR,

WHERE HE JUST FOUND
JUST SPECTACULAR FISHING.

'CAUSE I'M PULLING
FULL POTS.

JOHNATHAN'S ADVICE
ISN'T PAYING OFF.

ANDY'S AVERAGING
ONLY 175 KEEPERS A POT.

NOT AS GOOD
AS I WAS HOPING TO SEE.

179.

PBHT!

[ GRUNTS ]

THIS IS WHERE HE DID GOOD
LAST YEAR. HE HAD 1,100.

I'M NOT SEEING IT
RIGHT NOW.

I MADE THE MOVE TO COME OVER
AND LISTEN TO HIM.

I WOULD HAVE
NEVER SAT HERE.

[ LAUGHS ]
I DON'T KNOW
WHAT HE'S DOING HERE.

OKAY.
IT'S DYING OFF RIGHT HERE.

WE CAME HERE.
WE TRIED JOHN'S SPOT.

IT WAS A HOT SPOT LAST YEAR,
BUT THAT WAS MARCH --

TWO MONTHS FROM NOW.

AND THE CRAB KIND OF MIGRATE
DOWN THIS WAY.

YOU CAN LEAVE ONE A MILE DOWN,
STACK BAD ONES.

DON'T YOU TELL ME
WHAT TO DO.

[ LAUGHS ] DON'T YOU TELL ME
WHAT TO DO.

CRABBING SUCKS!
IT SUCKS BAD HERE.

CAPTAIN JOHN'S THINKING
THROUGH A SEASON

RIGHT NOW IN HIS OWN HEAD.

THIS IS GONNA BE GOOD
RIGHT HERE, MAN.

YEAH, I'M JUST TRYING
TO HELP HIM,

BUT I DON'T WANT TO [BLEEP] HIM
UP, CHANGE HIS DESTINY.

YOU GOT
YOUR BACKSEAT DRIVERS.

YOU GOT
YOUR BACKSEAT DRIVERS.

IT'S ANDY
THAT'S THE CAPTAIN.

Newberry: HELL, I NEVER KNOW
WHO'S IN THE CAPTAIN'S SEAT.

I KNOW I ANSWER TO ANDY,
BUT SOMETIMES I LOOK UP THERE

AND JOHNATHAN'S RUNNING
THE BOAT, DRIVING THE BOAT.

ONE MORE, HUH? JUST WHEN
WE'RE STARTING TO HAVE FUN.

IF THE CRAB AREN'T HERE,
THE CRAB AREN'T HERE.

SO?

WE'LL STACK THEM ON,
STACK 50 POTS ON, MOVE THEM,

STACK ANOTHER 50,
MOVE THEM.

THAT'S MY PLAN.
THAT'S MY MISSION.

AND GOD DANG IT,
WE'RE GONNA GO DO IT.

I'M NOT SAYING A WORD.

AH, WE KIND OF TAKE JOHN
ALONG FOR, LIKE, A MASCOT,

TELLING ME TO GO PLACES,
TELLING ME HOW TO FISH.

[ LAUGHS ]

IT'S TOUGH WATCHING
YOUR BROTHERS FISH.

WE DON'T REALLY KNOW
WHY HE IS HERE, CAPTAIN RON.

ZIP.

Narrator: COMING UP,
PHIL'S BLOOD BOILS OVER.

I AM IN SERIOUS, DEEP [BLEEP]
HERE, NORM.

PHIL,
WHAT WE HAVE TO DO IS --

FIX THE [BLEEP] THING.

Narrator:
BACK IN DUTCH HARBOR,

AFTER STEAMING 36 HOURS
ON ONE ENGINE,

THE CORNELIA MARIE HAS
FINALLY MADE IT TO PORT.

HEY, THIS IS PHIL
ON THE CORNELIA.

IS YOUR CABLE SHOP OPEN TODAY?

Narrator: FOR CAPTAIN PHIL,

HOPES OF A SMOOTH SEASON
ARE QUICKLY FADING.

WITH THE DELIVERY DEADLINE
A WEEK AWAY,

HE'LL HAVE TO RACE

TO GET BOTH HIS ENGINE
AND HIS ANCHOR LINE FIXED.

Phil:
TODAY'S A SPEND-SOME-MONEY,
SMOKE-SOME-CIGARETTES,

DRINK-LOTS-OF-CAFFEINE DAY
TODAY.

THAT'S WHAT IT IS.

WHAT ARE WE DOING,
NORM?

I DON'T KNOW.
I HAVE NO CLUE.

IT'S NOT
LEAKING OUTSIDE.

I AM IN SERIOUS, DEEP [BLEEP]
HERE, NORM.

PHIL, WHAT WE HAVE TO DO
FOR THIS,

THE SHIMS THAT ARE GONNA
GO UNDERNEATH IT,

YOU GOT TO PULL THE HEAD.

JUST FIX THE [BLEEP] THING.

I SPEND THOUSANDS OF DOLLARS
NOT TO BE IN THIS POSITION,

AND HERE I AM
IN THIS POSITION.

HARD STUFF TO COIL.

WE'RE DOING GOOD.
GO, GO, GO, GO.

GO, GO, GO, GO.
Man: YOU CAN DO IT.

Narrator: WHILE THE CREW WORKS
ON THE ANCHOR CABLE...

DOWN BELOW, PHIL AND DUTCH
HARBOR BOAT MECHANIC NORM NEWELL

ASSESS THE DAMAGE.

PUTTING THE NEW CABLE
ON RIGHT NOW.

Narrator: AFTER THREE HOURS

OF TINKERING WITH THE ANCHOR
LINE, THE CREW FINISHES.

NOW IT'S HURRY UP AND WAIT.

Millman: ALL THE MONEY THAT
WE SPENT ON THOSE ENGINES,

WE COULD HAVE BOUGHT
TWO BRAND-NEW ENGINES

A COUPLE OF TIMES BY NOW.

YOU KNOW, IT'S JUST
A NEVER-ENDING MONEY
PIT, THOSE THINGS.

Phil: THAT'S THE PROBLEM.

YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT'S WRONG

UNTIL YOU GET INTO THAT ENGINE
AND TEAR IT APART.

YOU KNOW, IT'S A FEW HUNDRED
BUCKS OUT OF MY POCKET

EVERY TIME WE GOT TO RUN TO
DUTCH AND BACK TO THE GROUNDS.

Phil: IT'S GOT TO BE AN O-RING
OR A LINER, CORRECT?

EITHER OR, YEAH.
EITHER OR.

AND IT WAS A NUMBER SIX.

IT WAS -- OKAY.
SO THEN WE START DOWN THE LIST.

YOU FIND THAT [BLEEP]

DO WE HAVE TO SHIM IT?

THAT WOULD BE THE CORRECT WAY
TO DO IT.

YES.
BUT YOU KNOW WHAT?

THEN I'M SPENDING LABOR
AND HAVING YOU

THREE WEEKS LATER OR
TWO MONTHS LATER DO
THE SAME [BLEEP] THING.

OKAY, SO WE PUT THIS
BACK TOGETHER,

YOU GO OUT, YOU FINISH
YOUR SEASON.

WHEN YOU'RE DONE,
WE DO IT RIGHT.

Narrator: WITHOUT A CLEAR
PROGNOSIS OF THE ENGINE FAILURE,

PHIL'S LEFT WITH TWO OPTIONS --

A $50,000 ENGINE OVERHAUL,

FORCING THE CORNELIA MARIE
TO MISS A CRUCIAL DEADLINE,

OR GAMBLE THE ENTIRE SEASON
FISHING ON JUST ONE ENGINE.

I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO,
WHAT TO DO.

I DON'T KNOW.
WHAT DO I DO?

I CAN'T --
I CAN'T STAY HERE.

I CAN'T AFFORD TO FOOL AROUND,
YOU KNOW?

305 MILES NORTHWEST
OF DUTCH HARBOR,

THE WIZARD IS FINALLY BACK
ON HER FISHING GROUNDS.

AWFUL LOT OF HEADACHES
AND AN AWFUL LOT OF WORK

TO GET THAT GEAR OUT HERE AND
GET IT IN THE WATER THIS YEAR,

A LOT MORE STRESS THAN I LIKE
TO GO THROUGH TO OPEN A SEASON.

Narrator:
AFTER BATTLING BIG WEATHER

AND A QUICK TRIP
TO DUTCH HARBOR

TO REPAIR HIS
HYDRAULIC SYSTEM...

NEGATIVE!
NEGATIVE.

COME ON, CRAB.

NEED SOME CRAB.
NEED SOME CRAB.

Narrator: ...CAPTAIN KEITH
PREPARES TO PULL HIS FIRST POTS.

Keith: ALL RIGHT. THAT'S
THE COLOR I'M LOOKING FOR.

COME ON. BE KEEPERS.

OH, YEAH.

OH, YEAH. COME ON.
BE BIG.

Man: OH, LOOK AT THAT!
THAT IS GOOD!

EH, MAY BE A LITTLE BIT
OF DIRTY STUFF IN THERE.

I'M NOT GONNA --
I'M NOT GONNA CELEBRATE YET.

I GOT TO WAIT AND SEE IF THERE'S
ANY QUALITY IN THAT POT.

Monte:
GOT TO HIT THAT WEB!

PRETTY GOOD, BUT THERE'S
SOME BARNACLES ON THESE,

SOME SMALL GROWTH HERE --
WE REALLY DON'T WANT THAT.

WHAT DID WE GET?
IT'S 300 --
ABOUT 300.

[BLEEP] THAT.

300 IS ALL.
TOO MUCH GARBAGE IN IT.

Narrator: BY MOST STANDARDS,
300 OPIES IS A GOOD POT.

BUT FOR KEITH,
IT'S SIMPLY NOT ENOUGH.

I'LL NEVER BE ABLE TO HAUL GEAR
ON THAT KIND OF SORTING.

Monte: THAT HURTS!

Narrator:
LOW CRAB BREEDS LOW MORALE.

AND FOR GREENHORN MOI,

IT'S JUST ANOTHER EXCUSE
TO START SLACKING.

NO, IT WOULD BE NICE
TO SEE MOI

KIND OF STEP UP
AND DO A LITTLE BIT MORE

OF THE CLIMBING IN THE POT.

NOBODY LIKES
TO CLIMB IN THE POT.

YOU GOT OLD, STINKY BAIT
HANGING ON YOU.

YOU KNOW, YOU'RE SITTING THERE

LIFTING THOSE BAIT-BAG SETUPS
UP ABOVE YOUR HEAD LIKE THAT.

I MEAN, IT'S HARD WORK.

YOU KNOW,
AND THE KID'S DOING IT.

HE'S GOING
INTO EVERY SINGLE POT.

Narrator:
TO MAKE MATTERS WORSE,

HOLES IN THE POTS ARE LEADING
TO EVEN LOWER NUMBERS.

LeVeen: ALL RIGHT.

Keith: YOU KNOW WHAT?

RIGHT NOW, WE DON'T NEED
TO BE REPAIRING GEAR

AS WE'RE HAULING IT.

THAT GEAR NEEDS TO BE DONE
IN TOWN BEFORE WE SET SAIL,

AND THAT IS
REALLY CHAFING MY ASS.

Narrator:
TO ADD INSULT TO INJURY,

THE POTS CLEARING THE RAIL
CONTINUE TO BE RIDDLED

WITH MORE HOLES AND OPEN DOORS.

Monte:
THAT MEAN THERE'S A HOLE?
Soper: SOMEWHERE.

WELL, WHY DIDN'T THEY
FIX IT?

YOU DON'T WANT TO END UP

WITH A WHOLE [BLEEP] BOATLOAD
OF THAT [BLEEP]

WE'RE GONNA BE
[BLEEP] SORRY.

Keith:
I MEAN, I'M FRUSTRATED

BECAUSE WE'RE NOT CATCHING CRAB,
BUT YOU KNOW WHAT?

I'M TWICE AS FRUSTRATED
RIGHT NOW OVER THE FACT

THAT FIVE OF THESE FIRST POTS

HAVE EITHER TWINE,
A TUNNEL STRAP, A BROKEN TUNNEL.

I'VE DONE SOMETHING TO JUST
ABOUT EVERY ONE OF THESE POTS.

NOW I'M OUT HERE UNDER THE GUN

TRYING TO HAUL GEAR TO GET
THIS BOAT FULL IN FIVE DAYS,

AND WE'RE RIGGING GEAR
ON THE FIRST SET?

THIS IS A JOKE.

IT'S BUILDING.
IT'S BUILDING.

THERE HAVE BEEN LIKE
FOUR SIZEABLE MISTAKES

IN LIKE FOUR POTS.

YOU KNOW, I'M TIRED OF PLAYING
HAPPY-GO-LUCKY.

[BLEEP] LENNY JUST SAID

MY BROTHER'S THE GREATEST
[BLEEP] GUY IN THE WORLD.

THESE GUYS ARE ALL
PIECES OF [BLEEP]

IT'S KIND OF FRUSTRATING

TO SEE US FIXING THE GEAR
AT THIS POINT.

WE JUST GOT STARTED.

THESE SHOULD BE ALL READY
AND TIGHT, GOOD TO GO,

AND A COUPLE OF THEM
HAVEN'T BEEN.

YOU DON'T OPEN AN OPIE SEASON
WHEN YOU'RE COMING OUT HERE

INTO HELLACIOUS WEATHER,
FREEZING SPRAY, ICING,

AND EVERYTHING ELSE
WITHOUT THE GEAR DIALED IN 100%.

I'M JUST -- I --

IT'S JUST LIKE THE STRAW
THAT BROKE THE CAMEL'S BACK.

ONE MORE [BLEEP] UP
AND YOU GET A FREAK-OUT.

Narrator:
COMING UP, A BERING SEA LASHING.

Keith:
EVERYTHING I HAVE SEEN SO FAR

IS A "I DON'T GIVE A DAMN" CREW

FISHING ON A "I DON'T GIVE
A DAMN" BOAT.

Narrator: 305 MILES TO THE
NORTHWEST OF DUTCH HARBOR,

THE WIZARD CREW HAS SPENT
THE LAST 8 HOURS

HAULING LOW NUMBERS.

NASTINESS IN HERE!

THE POTS ARE RIDDLED
WITH HOLES AND LOOSE DOORS.

GOT A LITTLE
OPIE HIGHWAY HAPPENING.

WITH EACH POT
NEEDING MORE REPAIR WORK,

CAPTAIN KEITH COLBURN IS
PUSHED A FEW DEGREES CLOSER

TO BOILING OVER.

[ SIGHS ]
MAYBE I'M JUST GOING THROUGH

ANOTHER ONE OF MY PSYCHOSIS,
BUT I DON'T THINK SO.

I NEED THESE GUYS
TO STEP UP A NOTCH.

I NEED THESE GUYS TO UNDERSTAND

THAT, YOU KNOW, THIS BOAT'S
ALWAYS HAD A MYSTIQUE TO IT,

AND EVERYTHING I'VE DONE
IN THE LAST 20 YEARS

HAS TRIED
TO MAKE THAT EVEN GROW.

I JUST --
I FEEL LIKE THESE GUYS

JUST AREN'T PUTTING
OUT THE EFFORT, MAN.

HEY, STACK IT UP.

THEN I WANT EVERYBODY
IN THE GEAR ROOM.

[ INDISTINCT CONVERSATION ]

HEY, YOU GUYS.
FIRST OFF, CAN EVERYBODY SEE ME?

EVERYBODY, I WANT SOME EYES
HERE LOOKING AT ME.

FOR 20 YEARS,
I'VE DONE EVERYTHING I CAN

TO BUILD THE REPUTATION
OF THIS BOAT,

AND THAT GOES
EVERY SINGLE SEASON,

EVERY SINGLE WEEK,
EVERY SINGLE DAY,

DOWN TO EVERY SINGLE LAST POT.

PRETTY MUCH EVERYTHING
I HAVE SEEN SO FAR

IS A "I DON'T GIVE A DAMN" CREW

FISHING ON A "I DON'T GIVE
A DAMN" BOAT.

I HAVE A LOT OF PRIDE
IN WHAT I DO.

I HAVE A LOT OF PRIDE
IN MY BOAT.

I EXPECT MY CREW TO HAVE A LOT
OF PRIDE IN THIS BOAT, AS WELL.

[BLEEP]

WHAT DID YOU SAY?

I SAID LET'S [BLEEP]

LENNY, I --
DON'T GET ME WORKED UP, OKAY?

I DON'T WANT TO LET
ANYBODY DOWN.

WELL, RIGHT NOW I FEEL

THE ENTIRE CREW HAS BEEN
LETTING ME AND THE BOAT DOWN.

AND IT'S NOT JUST THAT, LENNY.
IT'S THE WHOLE BOAT.

MOI, QUIT RIDING
ON THE KID'S TAILS, ALL RIGHT?

YOU'VE BEEN MAKING HIM CRAWL
IN EVERY SINGLE POT.

YOU KNOW WHAT?
AND WE'VE ONLY HAULED 45 POTS.

GARY, I KNOW YOU CAN'T DO IT
ALL BY YOURSELF.

YOU GOT TO BE MORE
AUTHORITATIVE, ALL RIGHT?

JUMP DOWN THESE GUYS' THROATS
ONCE IN A WHILE.

IF HE TELLS YOU SOMETHING,

I EXPECT YOU GUYS
TO [BLEEP] DO IT.

LET'S GO BACK OUT.

LITTLE PEP TALK, LITTLE
RALLY CALL, AND WE'RE ON IT.

PUT A LITTLE FIRE IN OUR ASS.

Keith: WE HAVEN'T EVEN
STARTED THE SEASON,

AND I GOT TO TRY
AND CONVINCE THESE GUYS

THAT THERE'S MORE TO THIS

THAN JUST THROWING
A BUNCH OF POTS ONBOARD

AND COMING OUT HERE
AND HAULING GEAR

AND FILLING THE BOAT FOR FREE.

IT DOESN'T WORK LIKE THAT.

Narrator:
45 MILES TO THE SOUTHWEST,

THE NORTHWESTERN CREW
HAVE BEEN WORKING 24 HOURS

WITHOUT A BREAK.

AND AS FAR AS EDGAR KNOWS,
THERE'S NO PLAN TO STOP.

WE'RE ON A 600 AVERAGE.

[ LAUGHS ]

IT'S A THING OF BEAUTY.

YOU KNOW, AS LONG
AS THERE'S CRAB IN THE POT,

WHETHER IT'S NIGHT OR DAY,

WHENEVER YOU HAUL IT,
YOU KNOW --

WE CAN BE VAMPIRES
AND FISH AT NIGHT.

I DON'T CARE. I JUST WANT
TO PUT THE CRAB ON MY BOAT.

Narrator:
FOR THE LAST 20 HOURS,

SIG'S AVERAGED
OVER 675 KEEPERS A POT,

JUST SHY
A FEW THOUSAND POUNDS

FROM STUFFING HIS FRONT TANK.

NOW THEY HAVE 30 POTS TO GO
BEFORE THEY'RE THROUGH THE GEAR.

I'M TIRED.

TIRED.

Edgar: THERE.
THERE YOU GO.
THERE WE GO.

WELL, IT'S COMING UP
ON MIDNIGHT,

SO WE'VE BEEN HAULING
FOR 24 HOURS.

WE WERE UP FOR QUITE A FEW HOURS
PRIOR TO EVEN STARTING.

SO WE'VE PUT IN A LITTLE TIME.

I'M STARTING TO GET
THE OPIE STARE HERE.

Edgar: OH!

WHOA, DUDE!

[ Laughing ] MAN DOWN.

Narrator: 43-YEAR-OLD DECKHAND
NICK MAVAR SLIPS,

BUT EDGAR
COULDN'T CARE LESS.

WATCH OUT FOR ALL THEM
BANANA PEELS.

GOING ON 20 HOURS NOW --
GETTING A LITTLE TIRED?

IT'S SLIPPERY!

FIVE ADVIL COMING ON.

HE'S OLD, AND HE'S TIRED.
HE FELL.

[ INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS ]

Mavar: THE LAST POT...

OF A 30-HOUR DAY.

Narrator: IN JUST ONE DAY,

SIG'S MANAGED TO CATCH
NEARLY $95,000 OF OPILIO GOLD --

NOT BAD FOR A BLIND SET.

PROBABLY PUT 70 --
OVER 70,000 IN THERE.

I KNOW.

THAT'S GOOD.
THAT'S A LOT OF CRAB.

A LITTLE LUCK,
A LOT OF HARD WORK...

AND THE NEED
FOR NOT SLEEPING.

SO, WAS THAT OUR PEP TALK, OR --
WHAT WAS THAT?

Narrator: THE CRAB COUNT --

WITH A LUCKY SET, THE
NORTHWESTERN TIES FOR THE LEAD.

Narrator: 345 MILES TO
THE NORTHWEST OF DUTCH HARBOR,

THE TIME BANDIT HAS LEFT
CAPTAIN JOHNATHAN'S GROUNDS

AND IS GEARING UP TO HAUL POTS
IN THE AREA

KNOWN TO CRABBERS
AS MR. MAGOO.

Andy: I'M ON MY OLD STOMPING
GROUNDS -- MR. MAGOO.

THIS IS OUR SPOT,
THE HILLSTRAND MAGOO SPOT.

YOU EVER SEE MR. MAGOO?
HE'S BLIND.

Man: YEAH.

SEE HIS CHIN?

NOW THINK OF HIM
WITH HIS HAT ON RIGHT HERE.

YEAH.

LITTLE FOREHEAD,
NOSE...
THERE'S MR. MAGOO.

MOUTH AND CHIN --
THAT'S CALLED MAGOO.

MAGOO'S BEEN GOOD TO US,
VERY GOOD TO US.

Long:
IT'S GONNA BE VERY COLD.

I DON'T KNOW SO MUCH COLD,
TEMPERATURE-WISE,

BUT THE WIND IS BLOWING,
I GUESS, JUST SIDEWAYS.

THE WEATHER HAS
PICKED UP OUT HERE.

NOT AN ASS-KICKER
LIKE IT WAS TWO NIGHTS AGO,

BUT WE GOT A LITTLE BIT
OF CHOPPY WEATHER.

IT'S GONNA KEEP CAPTAIN ANDY
ON HIS TOES TONIGHT.

Narrator:
AFTER JOHNATHAN'S HOT SPOT

PROVED TO BE NOTHING MORE
THAN A COLD DESERT,

CAPTAIN ANDY TOOK 50 POTS
AND SPLASHED THEM ON MR. MAGOO.

NOW, AFTER SOAKING FOR 12 HOURS,

ANDY'S NOT THE ONLY HILLSTRAND
WAITING FOR THE RESULTS.

WE HAVE TO FIND OUT.
WE HAVE TO FIND OUT.

IF THIS PAYS OFF FOR ANDY,
MORE THAN BRAGGING RIGHTS,

HE'LL HAVE THE CHANCE

TO FINALLY THROW A MUZZLE
ON HIS BACKSEAT DRIVER.

OH, YEAH.

[ CHEERING ]
COME ON, BABY.

OH, YEAH! YEAH!

[ LAUGHS ]

[ LAUGHS ]
THAT IS GOING DOWN.

I'D SAY
WE JUST FOUND OUR CRAB.

OH, LOOK AT THAT ONE.
[ LAUGHS ]

Man:
WHERE DOES A GUY START?

Man #2:
AT THE BOTTOM.

PULLED MY FIRST POT.
IT IS HALF FULL.

[ LAUGHS ]

YOU SEE WHAT I HAVE
TO PUT UP WITH?

[ LAUGHS ]

YEAH, BABY!
THAT'S EVEN BETTER!

[ LAUGHTER ]

WE GOT LOTS OF CRAB.

YEAH, BROTHER!

SO FAR, ALL OF OUR POTS

THAT WE'VE DUMPED UP HERE
UP NORTH HAVE BEEN HALF FULL,

EVERY POT.

Man: SO FAT, IT'S SICK.

YEAH.

LOOK AT THAT.

YEAH, THIS BIG MOVE
JUST TOTALLY PAID OFF FOR US.

Narrator: AS ANDY CONTINUES
TO PRODUCE THE BIG NUMBERS,

OLDER BROTHER JOHNATHAN
DECIDES BEING RIGHT

ISN'T AS IMPORTANT
AS BEING RICH.

WE'RE GONNA COME BACK OUT.

I MEAN, IT'S GONNA BE A WAY
QUICKER TRIP NEXT TRIP.

A SLAM [BLEEP] DUNK
NEXT TIME.

HERE ONE TIME AND HAVE 120,000
POUNDS HAVE TO GO IN.

THAT'S WHAT I LIKE
TO HEAR.

Narrator: 100 MILES TO
THE SOUTHWEST, ON THE WIZARD,

THE CREW RETURNS TO FISHING
AFTER CAPTAIN KEITH'S PEP TALK.

SO, I GUESS
WE'RE [BLEEP] LOSERS.

I DON'T KNOW.

JUST KEEP GOING,
KEEP DOING WHAT WE'RE DOING.

PICK IT UP A NOTCH OR TWO,
I GUESS,

AND SEE IF THAT PLEASES HIM.

Keith: WELL, YOU KNOW, EVERYBODY
WORKS HARD IN THE BERING SEA.

TO SOME OF THE GUYS,
MAYBE I INSULTED THEM.

YOU KNOW, LIKE,
IN THAT SITUATION,

LENNY TOOK IT PERSONAL
RIGHT OUT OF THE GATE, YOU KNOW,

BECAUSE HE'S THE KIND OF GUY

THAT'S PRETTY PROUD
OF WHAT HE DOES,

AND HE DOES A REALLY GOOD JOB.

AND, YOU KNOW,

I THINK I RUBBED HIM
THE WRONG WAY, YOU KNOW?

HEY,
HAVE LENNY SHOOT UP HERE.

OKAY.

JUST DO ME ONE FAVOR,
OKAY?

IF I EVER GO INTO ONE
OF MY TIRADES...

I'M SORRY.

...IF I EVER GO INTO ONE
OF MY SPEECHES,

NO MATTER WHAT...

YES.

...BEAR WITH ME
AND DON'T -- DON'T SAY ANYTHING.

ALL RIGHT.
I'M SORRY.
ALL RIGHT?

BECAUSE I AM
AN EMOTIONAL GUY,

AND I TEND TO SNAP
REALLY, REALLY QUICKLY.

NO. YOU HAD EVERY RIGHT.

Keith: SO, ANYWAYS, LENNY,
TAKE MY APOLOGY.

I'M SORRY I SNAPPED.

THAT'S THE LAST THING
I WANTED TO DO.

RIGHT ON.

ALL RIGHT.

Narrator:
THERE MAY BE PEACE WITH LENNY,

BUT DOWN IN THE GALLEY,
GREENHORN MOI'S BEEN STEWING,

AND HE'S NOT ABOUT TO LET
THE CAPTAIN HAVE THE LAST WORD.

WHAT DO YOU WANT, MOI?

WELL, I WANT
TO START OUT WITH

I'M NOT RIDING ANYBODY'S
FREAKING COATTAILS.

[BLEEP]
I BAITED
THE FIRST 230 POTS.

MOI, I'LL TELL YOU
WHAT RIGHT NOW.

GET OUT OF MY [BLEEP]
WHEELHOUSE NOW!

I DON'T NEED TO HEAR A [BLEEP]
WHINY LITTLE GREENHORN

IN MY [BLEEP] WHEELHOUSE
RIGHT NOW.

SO JUST CAN IT.
ENJOY YOUR DOWNTIME.

THAT GUY HAS
NO [BLEEP] BRAIN.

WHAT AN IDIOT --
"A," YOU DON'T DO THAT,

"B," PARTICULARLY WHEN
THE SKIPPER'S UPSET WITH ANYONE.

AH, IT'S JUST NOT SMART.

I THINK IT'S ABSOLUTE [BLEEP]
THAT HE PEELS ME OUT

WHEN THERE WAS A STACK OF 200
FREAKING POTS IN FRONT OF HIM

AND COULDN'T SEE WHAT WAS
GOING ON ON THE DECK.

Narrator: MOI BREAKS THE GOLDEN
RULE OF ANY CRAB-FISHING BOAT --

NEVER QUESTION THE CAPTAIN.

I JUST -- I'M AT A LOSS THAT,
YOU KNOW WHAT,

PROBABLY THE ONE GUY

THAT REALLY NEEDED TO HEAR
THAT TALK JUST NOW

DIDN'T HEAR A SINGLE WORD.

Narrator: WITH THE BERING SEA

POUNDING ON HIS MEN
AND HIS NERVES,

CAPTAIN KEITH
MAKES A CALL HOME,

HOPING A CHAT
WITH HIS 11-YEAR-OLD SON...

LET ME TALK TO CAELIN
AND GET THE WEATHER.

...WILL PUT HIM
IN BETTER SPIRITS.

CAELIN: Bear with me.

Okay, gale warning

Tuesday night
around 8:45.

YEAH,
MAKING MY DAY, KID.

This one sucks.

Gale warning Wednesday...

[ INDISTINCT SHOUTING ]

...heavy freezing spray.

Bye, Dad. I love you.

And may the best luck
be with you,

because you probably
need it right now.