Deadliest Catch (2005–…): Season 4, Episode 14 - Changing Tides - full transcript
Greenhorn and veteran deckhands share their first crabbing experience, crewing under crazy captains, and their best pranks from the King Crab and Opilio Crab seasons.
Narrator: ON THIS EPISODE
OF "DEADLIEST CATCH"...
Man:
OH, GOD, THIS IS CRAZY.
Narrator: ...AFTER SIX WEEKS
ENDURING HURRICANES...
...BOAT-CRIPPLING ROGUE WAVES...
THEY'RE GETTING BIGGER
BY THE MINUTE.
Narrator:
...AND GALE-FORCE WINDS...
...CAPTAINS AND CREWS
ARE BATTLING TO SURVIVE.
THIS IS THE BERMUDA TRIANGLE
OF THE BERING SEA.
Narrator: IN THE WHEELHOUSES,
TENSION BOILS.
DON'T START THE TRIP
ON A BAD NOTE,
BECAUSE YOU KNOW MY TEMPER.
BUT ON THE WATER,
HELL FREEZES OVER.
Sig: WE'RE SCREWED.
THIS COULD GET UGLY.
Narrator:
AND ONE SKIPPER CONTINUES
THE FIGHT OF HIS LIFE...
THERE'S A PRETTY GOOD CHANCE
I WON'T BE BACK ON THE BOAT
THIS SEASON.
Narrator:
...AS THE HUNT CONTINUES
FOR THE DEADLIEST CATCH.
Man: YEAH!
WHOO!
[ MID-TEMPO ROCK MUSIC PLAYS ]
Narrator: 60 MILES EAST
OF THE FISHING GROUNDS.
THE NORTHWESTERN SLOWLY CREEPS
THROUGH ST. PAUL HARBOR'S
LOOSE ICE FIELD
TO OFF-LOAD
184,000 POUNDS OF OPIES.
PRETTY SOON THIS STUFF IS GONNA
GET THICKER AND THICKER,
AND IT'S GOING TO HARDEN,
AND IT'S JUST GONNA FREEZE UP,
MAKING IT IMPOSSIBLE
TO GET IN OR OUT.
THIS PLACE
IS A FREAKIN' NIGHTMARE.
Narrator: AND AS TEMPERATURES
RAPIDLY DROP BELOW ZERO,
IT WILL ONLY BE
A MATTER OF HOURS
BEFORE THE ICE FREEZES SOLID,
TRAPPING THE NORTHWESTERN
IN THE HARBOR.
Sig: PROBLEM ONE,
GET UNLOADED QUICKLY.
PROBLEM TWO,
JUST GET OUT OF HERE
AND MAKE IT OUT OF THE HARBOR.
Narrator: BUT THAT'S NOT
THE ONLY PROBLEM SIG FACES.
THE ICE PACK
NORTH OF THE FISHING GROUNDS
IS GROWING AND HEADING SOUTH.
IF THE ICE BEATS SIG
TO HIS GEAR,
IT COULD DRAG HIS POTS
FOR MILES,
OR WORSE, SWALLOW THEM WHOLE.
FOREMOST IS TO GET OUR POTS
AND GET THEM TO SAFETY
BEFORE THE ICE DOES HIT THEM.
SO IT'S HAPPENING FAST, A LOT
FASTER THAN I EVER EXPECTED.
Narrator:
BY MIDNIGHT, THE 184,000-POUND
OFF-LOAD IS COMPLETE,
BUT THEY ARE FAR FROM SAFE.
THE HARBOR IS NOW CHOKED UP
WITH TONS OF BOAT-CRIPPLING ICE.
WE DON'T WANT TO GET STUCK
IN HERE.
OKAY. WE'RE JUST GONNA
HAVE TO JUST THROTTLE HARD.
Narrator: 70 MILES AWAY,
THE ICE PACK IS CLOSING IN
ON THE CRAB GROUNDS AT A RATE
NO ONE COULD HAVE IMAGINED.
ICE IS COMING DOWN.
THEY FIGURE IT'S GOING TO MOVE
30 MILES THE NEXT 24 HOURS,
WHICH IS UNHEARD OF.
SO WE DEFINITELY NEED TO GET OUT
THERE AND GET THOSE POTS MOVED.
Narrator:
SIG CASTS OFF AND HOPES HE CAN
PLOW HIS WAY TOWARD OPEN WATER.
Sig: HERE WE GO.
THAT COLOR ON THE ICE,
THAT'S BOAT PAINT.
THE RED ON THE ICE THERE.
IT'S STARTING TO GET HARD.
I'M GONNA BACK UP
JUST A LITTLE BIT.
I'M PUSHING
THESE ICE CHUNKS OVER,
AND THEY DON'T WANT TO PUSH.
WE'RE LOCKED.
THAT ICE IS PUSHING THE BOW IN.
Narrator:
TRYING TO BUY SOME WIGGLE ROOM,
SIG JOCKEYS THE 125-FOOT
NORTHWESTERN, FIRST FORWARD...
Sig:
THIS COULD GET UGLY.
Narrator:
...AND THEN REVERSE.
WE'RE SCREWED.
WOW!
THAT DON'T LOOK GOOD.
I DON'T WANT TO END UP
WITH A [BLEEP] UP PROPELLER.
NO, BUT IF YOU BACK UP,
YOU CAN STILL --
YEAH, BUT DUDE,
THERE'S NO WATER BACK THERE.
WE'RE GOING TO BE
KICKING UP MUD HERE.
THAT'S THE PROBLEM.
A LITTLE BIT MORE.
WE'RE SPRINGING OFF THE ICE NOW.
DUDE, WHERE I'M PACKING,
THIS ICE IS PUSHING MY STERN IN.
SO THIS IS GOOD.
Narrator:
FINALLY, THE MOUNTAIN OF ICE
THAT'S LOCKED THEM IN PLACE
BEGINS TO WORK
TO THEIR ADVANTAGE.
I THINK WE'RE OKAY, EDGAR.
IT WAS REALLY HARD TO --
TO EVEN SPRING THE BOAT OUT
FROM THE DOCK,
TRYING TO PUSH THE PACK ICE
THAT WAS PACKED
IN THE HARBOR AWAY
SO I COULD GET ENOUGH ROOM
TO MANEUVER.
IT'S JUST -- IT'S UGLY.
Narrator: AFTER TRUDGING THROUGH
NEARLY 1,000 FEET OF ICE,
THE NORTHWESTERN
FINALLY REACHES OPEN WATER.
IT'S NOT EASY.
Narrator:
270 MILES TO THE SOUTH,
THE WIZARD IS OFF-LOADING
407,000 POUNDS OF OPILIOS.
CAPTAIN KEITH ALSO OFF-LOADED
GREENHORN JASON MOILANEN.
THAT'S THE LAST TIME YOU'RE
GOING TO WALK IN MY WHEELHOUSE.
MOI'S CONSTANT COMPLAINING
WILL NOT BE MISSED.
BUT AS THEY LEAVE PORT,
UP IN THE WHEELHOUSE,
CAPTAIN KEITH'S BROTHER MONTE
HAS A GRIPE OF HIS OWN.
Monte: HOW DO YOU THINK
IT FEELS TO ME
WHEN YOU GO TO BED
FOR FIVE HOURS
AND I COME UP HERE AND SOPER'S
BEEN DRIVING FOR THREE?
WHAT ARE YOU
TALKING ABOUT?
LAST TRIP.
AWESOME TRIP.
OH, I'M LETTING SOPER DRIVE
INSTEAD OF YOU.
GIVE ME A BREAK.
ALL RIGHT?
DON'T SET
THE TONE FOR THE TRIP
WITH AN OFFHANDED
CRAPPY REMARK.
LOOK AT MY END OF THINGS.
I KNOW WHERE YOU'RE AT, TOO.
I KNOW EXACTLY WHERE YOU'RE AT.
I SIGNED ON WITH YOU...
YOU SIGNED ON --
...TO A CERTAIN EXTENT
AND A CERTAIN CALIBER
ON THIS BOAT, RIGHT?
YEAH.
MOUSE, BOTTOM LINE IS THIS --
YOU STOLE THAT FROM ME
LAST TRIP, DIDN'T YOU?
NO, I DIDN'T --
OFFHANDEDLY.
MONTE, I DIDN'T STEAL ANYTHING
FROM YOU LAST TRIP.
IT'S MY BOAT.
I'M THE ONE DOING ALL THE WORK
TO PUT THE QUOTA ON HERE,
EVERYTHING, ALL RIGHT?
DON'T START THE TRIP
ON A BAD NOTE,
BECAUSE YOU KNOW MY TEMPER.
NO, I WAS NOT --
I WAS TRYING TO POKE FUN.
I WOULD RATHER FOR ONCE
HAVE A PERSONAL CONVERSATION
AND NOT HAVE TO WORRY ABOUT
TAPE RECORDERS AND CAMERAS
UP OUR ASS.
I CANNOT BELIEVE WHAT YOU
COME UP WITH SOMETIMES, MOUSE.
GET THAT OUT OF MY FACE NOW!
ALL RIGHT.
DEAL?
DEAL.
DO YOU THINK
I LIKE JUGGLING PERMITS?
DO YOU THINK I LIKE TAKING CARE
OF ALL THAT EXTRA [BLEEP]
IF YOU DON'T HAVE
THE COMMON SENSE --
YOU DON'T HAVE
A SENSE OF HUMOR.
I'M A ROTTEN BASTARD NOW.
NO --
JUST REMEMBER IT.
JUST REMEMBER IT NEXT TIME
YOU FEEL LIKE --
AND THAT'S
WHAT MAKES YOU SUCCESSFUL.
JUST REMEMBER IT
NEXT TIME YOU FEEL LIKE
PUTTING YOUR FOOT
IN YOUR MOUTH, MOUSE.
DON'T DO IT TO ME AGAIN,
OR YOU WILL NOT BE ON THIS BOAT.
I'M GIVING YOU
AN OPPORTUNITY.
DON'T ABUSE
THAT OPPORTUNITY.
YOU GOT IT?
I DO HAVE IT.
BUT I'LL TELL YOU
ANOTHER THING --
NO, I DON'T WANT TO HEAR
ANY OTHER THING.
YOU DON'T?
NO, THAT'S THE END
OF THE CONVERSATION.
OKAY, THAT'S FINE.
YOUR -- YOUR PRIVILEGE AS MY
BROTHER IS NOW OFFICIALLY OVER.
YOU'RE NOW A CREWMAN.
GOT IT?
[ SIGHS ]
I'M NOT LEAVING TOWN
THE WAY I WANTED TO LEAVE TOWN.
I'M LEAVING TOWN 12 HOURS LATER
THAN I WANTED TO LEAVE TOWN,
I HAVE MARGINAL WEATHER
I'M TRYING TO BEAT AGAIN,
AND LEAVING TOWN
IN A REAL ANGRY MOOD
BECAUSE MY BROTHER
JUST GETS UNDER MY SKIN
IN THE WORST WAY
AT THE WORST TIME.
Narrator:
NEXT ON "DEADLIEST CATCH"...
IS EVERYTHING OKAY, YOU KNOW?
Phil:
I'M NOT OUT OF THE WOODS.
I'M JUST IN THE MIDDLE OF IT.
Narrator: 300 MILES TO THE NORTH
OF DUTCH HARBOR
ON THE TIME BANDIT...
WHOO!
Andy:
AAH, THIS IS IMPRESSIVE.
Narrator: ...THE FIVE-MAN CREW
HAVE BEEN PULLING POTS
WITHOUT A BREAK
SINCE THEIR OFF-LOAD,
NEARLY THREE DAYS AGO.
Andy: BEAUTIFUL OUT.
LIVING THE DREAM.
PULLING HALF-FULL POTS ALMOST.
Narrator:
IN THE SIX WEEKS HAULING
FROM THEIR SACRED GROUNDS...
Johnathan:
MAGOO'S BEEN GOOD TO US.
CAUGHT MILLIONS OF POUNDS
OF OPILIO AT MAGOO.
Narrator: ...CAPTAIN ANDY
HAS BEEN ON A HOT STREAK...
YEAH, BABY!
Narrator: ...TANKING NEARLY
270,000 POUNDS FROM MR. MAGOO.
YOU THINK THIS IS
PRETTY GOOD CRABBING, EARON?
I DO.
YEAH, YOU BETTER THINK IT'S
PRETTY GOOD CRABBING RIGHT NOW.
OH, YEAH.
THEY'LL BE BACK.
Narrator: WITH NEAL NOW RETIRED,
HIS NEPHEW, SCOTT,
HAS SPENT THE TRIP HONING
HIS SKILLS ON THE HYDRAULICS.
Scott: GOT TO TAKE OUR TIME,
ESPECIALLY WHEN IT GETS ROUGH,
AND MAKE SURE WE GET THE JOB
DONE WITHOUT HURTING ANYBODY.
Andy: SCOTTY'S COMING ALONG
ON THE HYDRAULICS.
DOING A DAMN GOOD JOB.
HE'S STAYING SAFE.
HE'S NOT DOING NOTHING CRAZY,
TRYING TO GO FAST.
SO I'VE GOT TO GIVE IT TO HIM,
AS LONG AS HE DOESN'T
TAKE MY WINDOWS OUT...
LIKE RIGHT NOW.
Narrator: BUT THE EXTRA TIME
SCOTT HAS SPENT LANDING THE POTS
IS TAKING ITS TOLL
ON AN ALREADY FATIGUED CREW.
I MISS NEAL.
JUST TAKES PRACTICE.
YOU HAVE TO JUST COOPERATE.
BEING BACK AT HOME
RUNNING EXCAVATORS AND DOZERS
ALL THE TIME,
I'M JUST NOT USED TO WORKING
A SYSTEM LIKE THIS.
I'VE GOT THESE POTS
SWINGING LIKE A PENDULUM,
AND I'M TRYING TO MANEUVER THEM.
IT'S NOT FAST AT ALL.
SO I GOT LIKE A THREE-SECOND
DELAY ON SOME OF MY CONTROLS.
Andy: STOP, STOP, STOP,
STOP, STOP, STOP.
STOP WHAT YOU'RE DOING
WITH THE CRANE.
YOU CAN'T DO TWO VALVES AT ONCE
ON THE CRANE
WHEN THE BLOCK IS RUNNING.
YOU ALMOST KILLED THE AUXILIARY,
WHICH KILLS ALL OF OUR POWER.
THAT'S NOT GOOD TO DO THAT
TO AN ENGINE, EVER, EVER, EVER.
SCOTTY ALMOST KILLED THE ENGINE.
I JUST CAN'T -- IT'S IN MY HEAD,
YOU KNOW, TRYING TO DO MY JOB.
DOING WHAT I CAN.
IF YOU GOT A GOOD CREW
AND IF YOU'RE AWARE
AND YOU GOT A LOT OF SAFETY,
THEN EVERYTHING GOES JUST FINE.
Long:
DREAM ABOUT 600 KEEPERS.
WATCH OUT!
WATCH OUT!
YEAH.
YEAH, DUMB ASS.
THAT'S WHY YOU DON'T STAND
ON THAT SIDE.
THAT'S WHY.
Johnathan: THAT'S WHAT HAPPENS
WHEN THE HYDRAULIC GUY
FORGETS TO PUT THE DOGS
ON THE POT.
COULD'VE KILLED SOMEBODY IF
THEY WOULD'VE BEEN IN THE WAY.
YEP, ROOKIE MISTAKE.
THESE DOGS COME UP.
THEY HOOK HERE
AND DOWN AT THE BOTTOM.
FORCES THE BAR INTO THIS ONE,
MAKES THE LAUNCHER AND THE POT
INTO ONE ENTITY.
SCOTTY FORGOT TO TURN THESE ON.
Narrator:
WITHOUT THE DOGS SECURED,
THE MASSIVE 1,000-POUND
STEEL POT MISSES SHEA BY INCHES.
OH, THE POT
IS ABOUT 1,000 POUNDS, MAN.
THAT COULD EASILY KILL YOU.
GET YOUR CRANE, TAKE THE POT,
LIFT IT UP OVER THE TABLE.
COMING OUT OF THE AIR,
ABOUT SIX FEET IN THE AIR.
WATCH OUT!
700-POUND [BLEEP]
JUST IF IT HITS
YOUR ARM AND BRUSHES,
IT COULD BREAK YOUR ARM.
NEVER TRUST
THE HYDRAULIC GUY EVER.
NEVER, EVER, NEVER
TURN YOUR BACK ON THAT POT.
ONE LITTLE SLIP,
ONE LITTLE FORGETFULNESS
ON SOMETHING LIKE THAT
COULD KILL A GUY LIKE THAT.
IT WOULD HAVE RUINED OUR TRIP.
WOULD'VE RUINED OUR LIFE.
SOMEBODY'S LIFE,
THAT'S FOR SURE.
YOU'RE IN TROUBLE, SCOTTY.
I'M JUST LUCKY
THAT NOBODY GOT HURT.
I'D HAVE BEEN FEELING PRETTY BAD
ABOUT IT IF SOMEBODY HAD.
Narrator: DRIFTING OFF THE GEAR,
190 MILES TO THE SOUTHWEST...
IS THE 128-FOOT CORNELIA MARIE.
IT'S BEEN FOUR DAYS
SINCE CAPTAIN PHIL HARRIS
LEFT THE BOAT TO SEEK
MEDICAL HELP IN ANCHORAGE.
AND HIS OLDEST SON, JOSH, HASN'T
MISSED A MORNING CHECKING IN.
[ TELEPHONE RINGING ]
HI.
DO YOU HEAR ME ALL RIGHT?
YEAH.
WHAT'S GOING ON, BUDDY?
OKAY, WELL, YOU KNOW,
I'LL BE TALKING TO YOU
THROUGHOUT THE TRIP,
BUT THERE'S
A PRETTY GOOD CHANCE
I WON'T BE BACK ON THE BOAT
THIS SEASON.
WELL,
ARE YOU OKAY NOW, THOUGH?
IS EVERYTHING OKAY,
YOU KNOW?
RIGHT NOW THEY CAME IN
AND REMINDED ME
THAT I'M NOT
OUT OF THE WOODS.
I'M JUST
IN THE MIDDLE OF IT.
WE STILL GOT THE BACK SIDE
TO GO THROUGH.
HOW LONG DO YOU PLAN
ON BEING THERE FOR?
I DON'T KNOW
WHAT'S GOING TO HAPPEN HERE.
THAT'S WHY THEY DON'T
WANT ME OUT, YOU KNOW?
IF I WENT OUT ON THAT BOAT
AND STUBBED MY TOE
UNDER THAT MEDICATION,
I WOULD BLEED TO DEATH.
OKAY.
IF SOMETHING DID HAPPEN,
IT WOULD BE A HELL OF A MESS.
I GOT YOUR BACK, DAD.
ANYWAY, I JUST --
I'M GIVING YOU A HEADS-UP
TO LET YOU START THINKING
ALONG THEM LINES.
AND I'LL TELL YOU MORE
LATER.
I love you, buddy.
You be safe.
I'LL TALK TO YOU SOON.
WELL, THANKS.
ALL RIGHT.
BYE.
UM...
WELL, MY DAD'S FISHING CAREER
MIGHT'VE ENDED.
HE'S REALLY, REALLY SCARED.
Man:
THAT DOESN'T SOUND LIKE PHIL.
THERE IS NO WAY,
AS LONG AS HE IS BREATHING,
THAT HE'S GOING TO SIT AT HOME.
Narrator:
WITH THEIR FIRST STRING OFF
THE BOW, THE CREW HITS THE DECK.
Man: WELL, WE'RE GETTING READY
TO START A LONG 36-HOUR DAY
BECAUSE I'M GOING TO PUSH IT
RIGHT TO THE LIMIT.
DAN.
GET YOUR ASS UP HERE.
I'M HURTING TODAY, BUDDY.
Narrator: GREENHORN DAN
STUMBLED AT THE GET-GO.
ARE YOU ALL RIGHT?
YEAH, I'M GOOD.
THIS IS TOTALLY
A TEAM EFFORT OUT HERE.
HEAVIEST ONE YET.
Narrator: BUT HE PULLED THROUGH
A 36-HOUR GRIND
AND NOW FACES ANOTHER 200 POTS.
WHOO!
I THINK BY THE END OF THIS,
HE'LL BE WANTING TO GET OFF.
[ LAUGHS ]
♪ RAIN ♪
♪ IS GONNA COME DOWN ♪
♪ IS GONNA COME DOWN ♪
♪ CHANGE ♪
WE'RE ALWAYS SAYING
DAY TWO IS HELL.
TODAY IS THAT DAY.
Narrator: BUT HELL
IS A SMALL PRICE TO PAY,
ESPECIALLY IF IT ENABLES
PHIL'S PHYSICALLY
AND EMOTIONALLY TATTERED CREW
TO REACH THEIR GOAL.
♪ IS GONNA COME DOWN,
DOWN, DOWN, DOWN, DOWN, DOWN ♪
♪ DOWN, DOWN, YEAH,
GONNA COME DOWN ♪
♪ CHANGE ♪
♪ IS GONNA COME AROUND ♪
♪ IS GONNA COME AROUND ♪
♪ YEAH ♪
Narrator:
NEXT ON "DEADLIEST CATCH"...
PICK UP 25 POTS,
BEAT ICE FOR THREE HOURS.
Narrator: 280 MILES TO
THE NORTHWEST OF DUTCH HARBOR,
NORTHWESTERN CAPTAIN SIG HANSEN
IS RACING TO HIS NORTHERNMOST
FISHING GROUNDS.
HIS MISSION -- TO RESCUE
OVER $100,000 WORTH OF GEAR
FROM THE DESCENDING ICE PACK.
WE'VE DECIDED TO START PICKING
THEM UP RIGHT OFF THE BAT,
STACK THESE POTS
NO MATTER WHAT'S IN THEM,
AND GET THEM
THE HELL OUT OF HERE.
THE REPORTS SAY IT'S GONNA MOVE
30 MILES THE NEXT 24 HOURS,
WHICH PUTS IT RIGHT HERE.
THESE ARE
ONE OF THOSE SITUATIONS
WHERE YOU'RE STUCK BETWEEN
A ROCK AND A HARD SPOT.
YOU HAVE TO HAUL THESE POTS.
IF WE DON'T HAUL THEM
AND WE WAIT FOR BETTER WEATHER,
THE POTS COULD BE COVERED IN
ICE, AND OUR SEASON IS OVER.
Narrator: ONE OF
THE FASTEST BOATS IN THE FLEET,
THE NORTHWESTERN
COVERS THE 42 MILES
FROM ST. PAUL TO THE GROUNDS
IN JUST UNDER FOUR HOURS.
BUT AS THEY APPROACH
THEIR FIRST STRING,
THE BERING SEA GREETS THEM
WITH MINUS-5 DEGREE TEMPERATURES
AND FREEZING SPRAY.
IT'S COLDER
THAN A WITCH'S [BLEEP] MAN.
ICE.
EVERYTHING'S ICE.
I GOT A HEADACHE
JUST BEING OUT THERE
FOR ABOUT, I DON'T KNOW,
15 SECONDS.
NO JOKE.
Narrator:
BEFORE THE CREW CAN START
HAULING AND STACKING THEIR GEAR,
THEY'LL HAVE TO WORK ON
LOSING SOME WEIGHT.
THIS IS NOT SAFE.
BOATS HAVE ROLLED OVER BECAUSE
THEY DIDN'T TAKE THE ICE OFF.
THAT'S JUST RIGHT HERE.
IT'S PROBABLY WORSE UP THERE.
Narrator: FINALLY,
AFTER TWO HOURS OF BREAKING ICE
IN SUB-ZERO TEMPERATURES,
THE CREW BEGINS
RESCUING THEIR POTS.
OH, YEAH!
YEAH!
WHOO!
[ LAUGHS ]
WOW!
OH, GOD.
WE'RE GONNA TAKE SOME ICE
OFF THE BOAT.
PICK UP 25 POTS,
BEAT ICE FOR THREE HOURS.
Narrator:
HELL ON THE NORTHWESTERN
IS 25-FOOT SEAS COMBINED
WITH RELENTLESS ICE BUILD-UP.
DESPITE THE UNBEARABLE
WORKING CONDITIONS,
SIG IS AVERAGING
OVER 750 KEEPERS.
WHOO-HOO!
GNARLY OUT.
Narrator:
AFTER EIGHT HELLISH HOURS,
THEY'VE MANAGED TO RESCUE
65 OF THEIR 130 POTS.
THEY'VE ALSO PUT 45,000 POUNDS
OF CRAB IN THE TANKS.
BUT IN A MATTER OF HOURS,
THIS HONEY HOLE
WILL BE COVERED WITH ICE.
THAT'S A FISHERMAN'S NIGHTMARE,
YOU KNOW.
IT'S A POT OF GOLD.
YOU FINALLY GOT
YOUR STUFF DIALED IN,
YOU'VE GOT A FEEL
FOR THE AREA...
...AND THEN MOTHER NATURE
JUST STRIPS IT AWAY.
YOU FEEL IT
IN THE PIT OF YOUR STOMACH.
I MEAN,
IT'S SOME OF THE BETTER FISHING
WE'VE SEEN IN YEARS, YOU KNOW.
THE FACT THAT
I'VE GOT TO PICK UP AND MOVE
IS JUST GUT-WRENCHING.
Narrator: 240 MILES TO
THE NORTHWEST OF DUTCH HARBOR,
IN THE WIZARD GALLEY.
I'VE GOT A LITTLE BREAKFAST
FOR THE BOYS GOING ON RIGHT NOW.
LOOK AT THIS.
THE CROSMEISTER HAS BEEN
FREAKIN' HARD AT IT.
FRENCH TOAST?
IF GUYS WANT SOME SALT
WITH THEIR FRENCH TOAST
OR ANY MEAL, IN FACT,
THEY CAN JUST TAKE MY ARM AND...
IT'S SEA SALT.
IT'S GOOD AND NATURAL.
I'M GONNA GET FAT
ON THIS TRIP.
ANYONE START YET?
Narrator:
AS THE CREW SITS DOWN
TO WHAT COULD BE
THEIR LAST MEAL FOR DAYS,
UP IN THE WHEELHOUSE, THE
COLBURN BROTHERS CALL A TRUCE.
IN ALL SERIOUSNESS, MOUSE,
I THINK YOU KNOW
WHY I'M SO BRUTAL WITH YOU.
DON'T START THE TRIP
ON A BAD NOTE
BECAUSE YOU KNOW MY TEMPER.
YOUR -- YOUR PRIVILEGE AS MY
BROTHER IS NOW OFFICIALLY OVER.
YOU'RE NOW A CREWMAN.
I'M NOT GOING TO BE SITTING
IN THAT CHAIR FOREVER.
AND I WANT TO MAKE SURE,
WHETHER I'M RIGHT OR WRONG,
THAT THE GUY THAT SITS THERE
IS GOING TO BE ABSOLUTELY
JUST AS INTENSE AS I AM.
NO, I DON'T HAVE TO [BLEEP]
ASK ANYBODY ANYTHING!
[ Sarcastically ] I'M UNDER
A LOT OF PRESSURE HERE!
HOW DO YOU THINK
IT FEELS TO ME
WHEN YOU GO TO BED
FOR FIVE HOURS
AND I COME UP HERE, AND SOPER'S
BEEN DRIVING FOR THREE?
WHAT ARE YOU
TALKING ABOUT?
IT'S AS MUCH MY FAULT
AS YOURS.
WELL, IT'S AS MUCH YOUR FAULT
AS IT IS YOURS.
[ BOTH LAUGH ]
WHEN IT'S ALL SAID AND DONE,
FAMILY FIRST, FISHING SECOND.
ROGER.
Narrator: WITH ABOUT 20 MINUTES
BEFORE THEY REACH THEIR STRING,
CAPTAIN KEITH SOUNDS A FEW NOTES
OF CAUTION TO THE NEW HORN,
21-YEAR-OLD COOPER WEATHERBY.
BAIT CHOPPER RIGHT HERE?
YEAH.
THIS WILL RIP YOUR ARM
COMPLETELY OFF.
DO NOT EVEN
SCREW AROUND, OKAY?
ANYTHING EVER
GETS JAMMED IN THERE,
NEVER DO THIS, ALL RIGHT?
WHAT IT'S DESIGNED TO DO
IS TO SUCK STUFF DOWN IN THERE.
SO, IF SOMETHING'S JAMMED
AND YOU'RE PUSHING
AND ALL OF A SUDDEN
IT GETS FREE...
YOU'LL SEE.
IT DOESN'T MESS AROUND, MAN.
IT'S CALLED
THE COOKIE MONSTER
BECAUSE IT LIKES
TO GOBBLE STUFF UP.
YOUR CRABBING CAREER
HAS OFFICIALLY STARTED.
NO MATTER WHAT YOU DO,
YOU'RE GONNA FILL IT WRONG.
SO JUST BE ACCUSTOMED
TO THE IDEA
OF CHANGING HOW MUCH
YOU'RE PUTTING IN THE BAG.
GRAB ONE OF THESE SCOOPS
AND JUST START FILLING.
THIS IS WHAT A LOT OF YOUR TIME
IS GONNA BE MADE UP DOING.
AS YOUR RESPONSIBILITY LIST
IS KIND OF LOW AT THE BEGINNING,
THIS IS WHERE
YOU'RE EXPECTED.
IT'S SUPPOSED TO GET
PRETTY CRAPPY
IN AN HOUR OR SO, TWO HOURS,
AS FAR AS THE WEATHER GOES.
I'M LOOKING FORWARD TO SOME
BIG SWELLS AND COLD WEATHER,
CRAZY FRONTS,
CATCHING SOME CRAB.
I'M ALREADY
PSYCHOLOGICALLY PUMPING ME UP
FOR THE GREATEST GREENHORN
OF ALL TIME.
[ LAUGHS ]
Narrator: BY THE TIME THE WIZARD
ARRIVES AT THE GROUNDS,
THE TEMPERATURE DROPS
TO A COOL NEGATIVE-20 DEGREES.
IT'S STARTING TO ICE UP, BUT I'M
SURE THIS IS JUST THE BEGINNING.
ONE NOTCH COLDER, AND IT COULD
GET KIND OF UGLY FOR EVERYBODY.
EVEN THE CRAB, THEY DON'T
LIKE IT WHEN IT'S COLD.
THAT'S NO GOOD.
FIRST POT OF THE TRIP,
CAUGHT ONE CODFISH.
NOT A SINGLE CRAB.
DAMN!
OH, MAN!
HERE WE ARE AGAIN!
IT'LL PICK UP.
POT NUMBER SIX COMING UP,
STILL NO CRAB, BUT I HAVE HOPE.
Keith: SOPER.
TRY TO STACK THEM BACK HERE,
YEAH?
Narrator:
FOR THE SKIPPER,
THIS STRING HAS BEEN LESS
ABOUT THE GREENHORN'S PROGRESS
AND MORE ABOUT HIS OWN ABILITY
TO LAND ON THE CRAB.
YEAH, FIRST SEVEN POTS
RIGHT HERE ON THE EDGE
STARTED OUT WITH ZERO,
ZERO, ZERO, ZERO, ZERO, ZERO.
I THINK WE FOUND THE FENCE,
SO TO SPEAK.
Narrator: COMING UP
ON "DEADLIEST CATCH,"
SCOTTY HILLSTRAND'S QUEST
FOR THE CAPTAIN'S CHAIR
TAKES A DEADLY TURN.
WHOA, WHOA, WHOA!
Narrator: 300 MILES
TO THE NORTH OF DUTCH HARBOR...
...THE TIME BANDIT CREW
CONTINUES A MARATHON
72-HOUR GRIND.
THIS IS WHAT WE'RE LOOKING FOR,
AND THIS IS WHAT
WE SEEM TO HAVE MORE OF.
THEY'LL BE EASY TO PICK OUT,
THAT'S FOR SURE.
NO GOOD.
NOT KEEPER. KEEPER.
THIS IS THE FIRST TIME
I'VE DONE THIS.
THEY'RE ALL SMALL,
AND THERE'S A LOT OF THEM.
BUBKES.
Narrator: WITH ONLY FEMALES
AND JUVIES IN THE POTS,
THE CREW BEGINS RAIL-DUMPING.
Andy:
YEAH, THAT'S A REAL DRAG.
THE POTS ARE FULL,
AND WE HAVE TO RAIL-DUMP THEM.
WE'VE GOT TO GET ON OUT OF HERE.
Narrator:
CAPTAIN ANDY'S DECISION TO MOVE
MEANS SCOTT, ALREADY FATIGUED,
WILL HAVE TO REMAIN AT HIS POST
AT THE HYDROS
AND STACK ON ANOTHER 40 POTS.
JUST TRYING TO DO IT IN A HURRY.
IT'S COLD OUT.
THESE GUYS ARE MISERABLE.
JUST TRYING TO MAKE THIS
FAST AS POSSIBLE.
Narrator: BUT THE RAPIDLY
DETERIORATING WEATHER
ISN'T MAKING THE JOB ANY EASIER
FOR THE 25-YEAR-OLD
HEIR APPARENT.
THE CRANE CONTROLS ARE FROZEN.
HE'S PROBABLY STRESSING
'CAUSE HE HASN'T STACKED
THAT MUCH BEFORE, YOU KNOW.
HE'S GOT TO GO ON TOP NOW.
Narrator: AFTER A FEW POTS AND
WITH LARGER SWELLS ROLLING IN,
CAPTAIN ANDY TURNS THE HELM
OVER TO NEAL...
AND HITS THE DECK
TO WATCH OVER HIS NEPHEW.
AFTER A LONG DAY IN THE OFFICE,
I COME OUTSIDE TO SEE
WHAT THE WEATHER IS LIKE.
FREEZING CONDITIONS.
Narrator: BIG BROTHER JOHNATHAN
IS SOON TO FOLLOW.
NOW TO ADD MORE PRESSURE,
SCOTT HAS TO DEAL WITH
THE HILLSTRAND PEANUT GALLERY.
YOU CAN DO IT, SCOTT.
YOU CAN DO IT!
YOU GUYS TRYING
TO [BLEEP] BLIND US?
SO, HERE.
WE CAN STACK
THAT ONE POT THERE.
I KNOW, NEAL SAID HE DOESN'T
WANT ANY POTS IN HIS EYESIGHT.
ALL DAY LONG,
THEY'VE HAD --
HEY, LISTEN.
PUT THE POT RIGHT THERE, THERE,
ONE THERE, AND DOWN HERE.
YOU'RE GOOD.
NO, PUT IT DOWN HERE.
Scott:
I DON'T LIKE IT.
WE'VE GOT LIKE SIX OR SEVEN POTS
FOR DIFFERENT SIZES.
ONCE WE START GETTING THOSE,
IT GETS KIND OF TRICKY
WHERE I'M GOING TO PUT THEM.
JUST STACK THEM.
DON'T WORRY ABOUT THE SIZE.
Andy: WHAT DID YOU SAY?!
WATCH OUT.
WATCH OUT.
WHOA, WHOA, WHOA!
GOT HIM IN THE HEAD.
GET YOU?
YOU OKAY?
Narrator:
AS THE BOAT TAKES A ROLL,
SCOTT LOSES CONTROL
OF THE 1,000-POUND POT.
IT COMES WITHIN INCHES
OF CRUSHING
GREENHORN EARON OVERSON'S SKULL.
COULD'VE CAUGHT HIM
RIGHT IN THE HEAD.
KNOCKED HIM DOWN.
GOT WAY TOO MANY [BLEEP] GUYS
IN MY WORK AREA.
WELL, DO YOUR [BLEEP] JOB!
"POT THERE! OVER THERE!
OVER THERE!"
DON'T BLAME IT ON ANYBODY.
BLAME IT ON ME.
COULD HAVE [BLEEP]
16 DANCING GIRLS OUT HERE.
CAN'T [BLEEP]
BLAME IT ON US.
[ INDISTINCT TALKING ]
Scott:
I'M [BLEEP] PISSED OFF.
I'M [BLEEP] TRYING
TO DO MY JOB OUT HERE,
AND THEY COME OUT AND THEY ALL
WANT ME DOING DIFFERENT STUFF.
IT'S NICE TO KNOW BEFOREHAND
INSTEAD OF GETTING STUCK BEHIND
AND THEN NOW, YOU KNOW, LOOK,
I ALMOST KILLED SOMEBODY.
WATCH OUT.
WATCH OUT.
WATCH OUT!
WATCH OUT!
EARLIER, I THOUGHT
WE WERE GOING THREE-HIGH.
WHY THE [BLEEP]
DO WE GOT TO GO THREE-HIGH?
I'M JUST SAYING.
THAT'S WHAT I THOUGHT.
JUST WATCH YOUR GUYS.
THAT WAS BAD.
THAT WAS BAD.
I'M AWARE OF THAT.
Man: COMING UP.
COMING AT YOU.
HOW'S MY HEAD?
Andy: SHOWS US
YOUR HEAD, YEAH.
MY HEAD'S STILL ON.
ACTUALLY,
HE WAS A DUMB [BLEEP]
FOR BEING IN THE WAY OF THE POT
IN THE FIRST PLACE.
I'LL LET THAT ONE GO
THIS TIME.
WATCH YOUR [BLEEP] HEAD,
DUDE.
THERE WASN'T EVEN
ANY TIME TO.
I HAD THE POT AND,
ALL OF A SUDDEN, THE WAVE HIT.
IT'S A MOUSETRAP HERE NOW.
YOU CAN'T STAND BACK THERE WHEN
THAT POT COMES OVER THE RAIL.
GOT TO HAVE A PLACE
TO RUN AND HIDE.
Narrator: ALTHOUGH SCOTT
NEARLY KILLED HIS BUDDY EARON
JOHNATHAN ORDERS HIS SON
TO STAY AT THE HYDROS
TO LEARN TO DEAL
WITH THE PRESSURE.
WE TESTED HIS MENTAL FORTITUDE.
WE SAW IT SNAP.
WE SAW IT SNAP, LITERALLY.
Narrator:
JOHNATHAN AND ANDY HEAD INSIDE
TO DISCUSS SCOTT'S NEARLY FATAL
MISTAKE AND HIS POOR REACTION.
WE JUST ABOUT KILLED SOMEBODY.
[ LAUGHS ]
WE JUST ABOUT SMASHED
HIS HEAD.
HE ALMOST SMASHED
SOMEBODY'S [BLEEP] HEAD.
YEAH, WE DON'T CARE IF
THERE'S 16 NAKED DANCING GIRLS.
DO YOUR JOB.
[ BLEEP ]
YOU DON'T SWING THAT POT UNLESS
EVERYONE'S OUT OF THE WAY.
CAN'T BLAME IT
ON ANYBODY ELSE.
Narrator:
THE CRAB COUNT.
FOR THREE STRAIGHT WEEKS,
THE WIZARD
HAS STOMPED THE COMPETITION.
Narrator: 280 MILES TO
THE NORTHWEST OF DUTCH HARBOR,
AFTER WEEKS
OF MECHANICAL FAILURES,
HURRICANES, AND INJURIES,
CORNELIA MARIE IS FINALLY
DIALED IN TO STEADY FISHING.
YEAH! WHOO!
Man: I LOVE THIS.
I'M SEEING BASICALLY 500s
GOING INTO THE TANK RIGHT NOW.
Narrator: THE CREW IS ON HOUR 30
OF A 36-HOUR GRIND.
AND THE GREENHORN IS FEELING
EVERY POT PULL.
IT'S A LOT TO GET OUT OF ME
THIS LATE AT NIGHT.
WE'LL TEACH YOU.
THEY'RE PUSHING ME ALONG.
PUSHING ME THROUGH IT.
WE'RE GOOD.
NOT TOO MUCH [BLEEP]
SOMEBODY TOLD ME
THAT HE WAS TIRED THE OTHER DAY,
SO HE MUST BE EXHAUSTED TODAY.
WHOO!
Narrator:
WITH ONE OF THE HARDEST-WORKING
CREWS IN THE FLEET...
...THE GREENHORN HAS HAD
HIS WORK CUT OUT FOR HIM.
BUT HE'S STAYED THE COURSE
WITHOUT COMPLAINT.
YEAH, THAT'S DAN'S POSITION.
OH, LET'S JUST SAY HE WENT FROM
STANDING TO BEING ON HIS KNEES.
[ LAUGHS ]
MY GREENHORN,
HE'S A LITTLE TUCKERED OUT.
I'M GOING TO GIVE THESE GUYS
A TWO-HOUR NAP AFTER THIS.
I'M DOING ALL RIGHT,
HANGING IN THERE.
JUST TRYING NOT TO LAY DOWN
AND HANG IN HERE FOR THESE GUYS.
Narrator:
BY DAWN, DAN HAS SURVIVED
ANOTHER 36 HOURS
OF GRUELING POT PULLS,
AND FREDDIE MAUGATAI
GIVES HIM A SHOT AT THE RAIL.
SHOOT IT, BABY!
GET IT, TIGER!
YEAH!
PULL THAT!
PULL THAT!
YOU CAN DO IT!
I'M TIRED. I CAN'T -- NOTHING
MAKES ANY SENSE THIS MORNING.
Narrator:
IN JUST 72 HOURS,
THE CREW HAS MANAGED
TO PUT ON 120,000 POUNDS.
KIND OF FEELS LIKE PRISON
OUT HERE.
YEAH.
I TRIED SHAKING YOUR HAND
WHEN I FIRST GOT ON THE BOAT.
AND YOU WERE LIKE,
"AFTER THE FIRST TRIP."
READY?
I'LL SHAKE YOUR HAND
AFTER THE FIRST TRIP.
NOW THAT YOU
FINISHED THE TRIP,
NOW YOU DESERVE TO HAVE
A HANDSHAKE,
AND YOU DESERVE RESPECT
FROM US,
BECAUSE YOU DID WORK HARD,
BROTHER.
Narrator:
ON THE NEXT "DEADLIEST CATCH"...
SHE'S PISSED OFF OUT THERE.
WATCH OUT. RUN.
Narrator:
...IT'S THE FINAL STRETCH
IN THE 2008 OPILIO CRAB SEASON.
Sig:
THE BOAT'S LIKE AN ICE MAGNET.
WORST-CASE SCENARIO,
SHE CAN ROLL OVER AND SINK.
I KNOW.
OW!
Narrator: CREWS PUSH THROUGH
THEIR BREAKING POINTS...
CLOCK'S TICKING, THE SPRAY'S
FREEZING, THE ICE IS CHARGING.
WHOO!
WALK ON WATER, BABY!
Narrator:
...AS THE HUNT CONTINUES
FOR THE DEADLIEST CATCH.
OF "DEADLIEST CATCH"...
Man:
OH, GOD, THIS IS CRAZY.
Narrator: ...AFTER SIX WEEKS
ENDURING HURRICANES...
...BOAT-CRIPPLING ROGUE WAVES...
THEY'RE GETTING BIGGER
BY THE MINUTE.
Narrator:
...AND GALE-FORCE WINDS...
...CAPTAINS AND CREWS
ARE BATTLING TO SURVIVE.
THIS IS THE BERMUDA TRIANGLE
OF THE BERING SEA.
Narrator: IN THE WHEELHOUSES,
TENSION BOILS.
DON'T START THE TRIP
ON A BAD NOTE,
BECAUSE YOU KNOW MY TEMPER.
BUT ON THE WATER,
HELL FREEZES OVER.
Sig: WE'RE SCREWED.
THIS COULD GET UGLY.
Narrator:
AND ONE SKIPPER CONTINUES
THE FIGHT OF HIS LIFE...
THERE'S A PRETTY GOOD CHANCE
I WON'T BE BACK ON THE BOAT
THIS SEASON.
Narrator:
...AS THE HUNT CONTINUES
FOR THE DEADLIEST CATCH.
Man: YEAH!
WHOO!
[ MID-TEMPO ROCK MUSIC PLAYS ]
Narrator: 60 MILES EAST
OF THE FISHING GROUNDS.
THE NORTHWESTERN SLOWLY CREEPS
THROUGH ST. PAUL HARBOR'S
LOOSE ICE FIELD
TO OFF-LOAD
184,000 POUNDS OF OPIES.
PRETTY SOON THIS STUFF IS GONNA
GET THICKER AND THICKER,
AND IT'S GOING TO HARDEN,
AND IT'S JUST GONNA FREEZE UP,
MAKING IT IMPOSSIBLE
TO GET IN OR OUT.
THIS PLACE
IS A FREAKIN' NIGHTMARE.
Narrator: AND AS TEMPERATURES
RAPIDLY DROP BELOW ZERO,
IT WILL ONLY BE
A MATTER OF HOURS
BEFORE THE ICE FREEZES SOLID,
TRAPPING THE NORTHWESTERN
IN THE HARBOR.
Sig: PROBLEM ONE,
GET UNLOADED QUICKLY.
PROBLEM TWO,
JUST GET OUT OF HERE
AND MAKE IT OUT OF THE HARBOR.
Narrator: BUT THAT'S NOT
THE ONLY PROBLEM SIG FACES.
THE ICE PACK
NORTH OF THE FISHING GROUNDS
IS GROWING AND HEADING SOUTH.
IF THE ICE BEATS SIG
TO HIS GEAR,
IT COULD DRAG HIS POTS
FOR MILES,
OR WORSE, SWALLOW THEM WHOLE.
FOREMOST IS TO GET OUR POTS
AND GET THEM TO SAFETY
BEFORE THE ICE DOES HIT THEM.
SO IT'S HAPPENING FAST, A LOT
FASTER THAN I EVER EXPECTED.
Narrator:
BY MIDNIGHT, THE 184,000-POUND
OFF-LOAD IS COMPLETE,
BUT THEY ARE FAR FROM SAFE.
THE HARBOR IS NOW CHOKED UP
WITH TONS OF BOAT-CRIPPLING ICE.
WE DON'T WANT TO GET STUCK
IN HERE.
OKAY. WE'RE JUST GONNA
HAVE TO JUST THROTTLE HARD.
Narrator: 70 MILES AWAY,
THE ICE PACK IS CLOSING IN
ON THE CRAB GROUNDS AT A RATE
NO ONE COULD HAVE IMAGINED.
ICE IS COMING DOWN.
THEY FIGURE IT'S GOING TO MOVE
30 MILES THE NEXT 24 HOURS,
WHICH IS UNHEARD OF.
SO WE DEFINITELY NEED TO GET OUT
THERE AND GET THOSE POTS MOVED.
Narrator:
SIG CASTS OFF AND HOPES HE CAN
PLOW HIS WAY TOWARD OPEN WATER.
Sig: HERE WE GO.
THAT COLOR ON THE ICE,
THAT'S BOAT PAINT.
THE RED ON THE ICE THERE.
IT'S STARTING TO GET HARD.
I'M GONNA BACK UP
JUST A LITTLE BIT.
I'M PUSHING
THESE ICE CHUNKS OVER,
AND THEY DON'T WANT TO PUSH.
WE'RE LOCKED.
THAT ICE IS PUSHING THE BOW IN.
Narrator:
TRYING TO BUY SOME WIGGLE ROOM,
SIG JOCKEYS THE 125-FOOT
NORTHWESTERN, FIRST FORWARD...
Sig:
THIS COULD GET UGLY.
Narrator:
...AND THEN REVERSE.
WE'RE SCREWED.
WOW!
THAT DON'T LOOK GOOD.
I DON'T WANT TO END UP
WITH A [BLEEP] UP PROPELLER.
NO, BUT IF YOU BACK UP,
YOU CAN STILL --
YEAH, BUT DUDE,
THERE'S NO WATER BACK THERE.
WE'RE GOING TO BE
KICKING UP MUD HERE.
THAT'S THE PROBLEM.
A LITTLE BIT MORE.
WE'RE SPRINGING OFF THE ICE NOW.
DUDE, WHERE I'M PACKING,
THIS ICE IS PUSHING MY STERN IN.
SO THIS IS GOOD.
Narrator:
FINALLY, THE MOUNTAIN OF ICE
THAT'S LOCKED THEM IN PLACE
BEGINS TO WORK
TO THEIR ADVANTAGE.
I THINK WE'RE OKAY, EDGAR.
IT WAS REALLY HARD TO --
TO EVEN SPRING THE BOAT OUT
FROM THE DOCK,
TRYING TO PUSH THE PACK ICE
THAT WAS PACKED
IN THE HARBOR AWAY
SO I COULD GET ENOUGH ROOM
TO MANEUVER.
IT'S JUST -- IT'S UGLY.
Narrator: AFTER TRUDGING THROUGH
NEARLY 1,000 FEET OF ICE,
THE NORTHWESTERN
FINALLY REACHES OPEN WATER.
IT'S NOT EASY.
Narrator:
270 MILES TO THE SOUTH,
THE WIZARD IS OFF-LOADING
407,000 POUNDS OF OPILIOS.
CAPTAIN KEITH ALSO OFF-LOADED
GREENHORN JASON MOILANEN.
THAT'S THE LAST TIME YOU'RE
GOING TO WALK IN MY WHEELHOUSE.
MOI'S CONSTANT COMPLAINING
WILL NOT BE MISSED.
BUT AS THEY LEAVE PORT,
UP IN THE WHEELHOUSE,
CAPTAIN KEITH'S BROTHER MONTE
HAS A GRIPE OF HIS OWN.
Monte: HOW DO YOU THINK
IT FEELS TO ME
WHEN YOU GO TO BED
FOR FIVE HOURS
AND I COME UP HERE AND SOPER'S
BEEN DRIVING FOR THREE?
WHAT ARE YOU
TALKING ABOUT?
LAST TRIP.
AWESOME TRIP.
OH, I'M LETTING SOPER DRIVE
INSTEAD OF YOU.
GIVE ME A BREAK.
ALL RIGHT?
DON'T SET
THE TONE FOR THE TRIP
WITH AN OFFHANDED
CRAPPY REMARK.
LOOK AT MY END OF THINGS.
I KNOW WHERE YOU'RE AT, TOO.
I KNOW EXACTLY WHERE YOU'RE AT.
I SIGNED ON WITH YOU...
YOU SIGNED ON --
...TO A CERTAIN EXTENT
AND A CERTAIN CALIBER
ON THIS BOAT, RIGHT?
YEAH.
MOUSE, BOTTOM LINE IS THIS --
YOU STOLE THAT FROM ME
LAST TRIP, DIDN'T YOU?
NO, I DIDN'T --
OFFHANDEDLY.
MONTE, I DIDN'T STEAL ANYTHING
FROM YOU LAST TRIP.
IT'S MY BOAT.
I'M THE ONE DOING ALL THE WORK
TO PUT THE QUOTA ON HERE,
EVERYTHING, ALL RIGHT?
DON'T START THE TRIP
ON A BAD NOTE,
BECAUSE YOU KNOW MY TEMPER.
NO, I WAS NOT --
I WAS TRYING TO POKE FUN.
I WOULD RATHER FOR ONCE
HAVE A PERSONAL CONVERSATION
AND NOT HAVE TO WORRY ABOUT
TAPE RECORDERS AND CAMERAS
UP OUR ASS.
I CANNOT BELIEVE WHAT YOU
COME UP WITH SOMETIMES, MOUSE.
GET THAT OUT OF MY FACE NOW!
ALL RIGHT.
DEAL?
DEAL.
DO YOU THINK
I LIKE JUGGLING PERMITS?
DO YOU THINK I LIKE TAKING CARE
OF ALL THAT EXTRA [BLEEP]
IF YOU DON'T HAVE
THE COMMON SENSE --
YOU DON'T HAVE
A SENSE OF HUMOR.
I'M A ROTTEN BASTARD NOW.
NO --
JUST REMEMBER IT.
JUST REMEMBER IT NEXT TIME
YOU FEEL LIKE --
AND THAT'S
WHAT MAKES YOU SUCCESSFUL.
JUST REMEMBER IT
NEXT TIME YOU FEEL LIKE
PUTTING YOUR FOOT
IN YOUR MOUTH, MOUSE.
DON'T DO IT TO ME AGAIN,
OR YOU WILL NOT BE ON THIS BOAT.
I'M GIVING YOU
AN OPPORTUNITY.
DON'T ABUSE
THAT OPPORTUNITY.
YOU GOT IT?
I DO HAVE IT.
BUT I'LL TELL YOU
ANOTHER THING --
NO, I DON'T WANT TO HEAR
ANY OTHER THING.
YOU DON'T?
NO, THAT'S THE END
OF THE CONVERSATION.
OKAY, THAT'S FINE.
YOUR -- YOUR PRIVILEGE AS MY
BROTHER IS NOW OFFICIALLY OVER.
YOU'RE NOW A CREWMAN.
GOT IT?
[ SIGHS ]
I'M NOT LEAVING TOWN
THE WAY I WANTED TO LEAVE TOWN.
I'M LEAVING TOWN 12 HOURS LATER
THAN I WANTED TO LEAVE TOWN,
I HAVE MARGINAL WEATHER
I'M TRYING TO BEAT AGAIN,
AND LEAVING TOWN
IN A REAL ANGRY MOOD
BECAUSE MY BROTHER
JUST GETS UNDER MY SKIN
IN THE WORST WAY
AT THE WORST TIME.
Narrator:
NEXT ON "DEADLIEST CATCH"...
IS EVERYTHING OKAY, YOU KNOW?
Phil:
I'M NOT OUT OF THE WOODS.
I'M JUST IN THE MIDDLE OF IT.
Narrator: 300 MILES TO THE NORTH
OF DUTCH HARBOR
ON THE TIME BANDIT...
WHOO!
Andy:
AAH, THIS IS IMPRESSIVE.
Narrator: ...THE FIVE-MAN CREW
HAVE BEEN PULLING POTS
WITHOUT A BREAK
SINCE THEIR OFF-LOAD,
NEARLY THREE DAYS AGO.
Andy: BEAUTIFUL OUT.
LIVING THE DREAM.
PULLING HALF-FULL POTS ALMOST.
Narrator:
IN THE SIX WEEKS HAULING
FROM THEIR SACRED GROUNDS...
Johnathan:
MAGOO'S BEEN GOOD TO US.
CAUGHT MILLIONS OF POUNDS
OF OPILIO AT MAGOO.
Narrator: ...CAPTAIN ANDY
HAS BEEN ON A HOT STREAK...
YEAH, BABY!
Narrator: ...TANKING NEARLY
270,000 POUNDS FROM MR. MAGOO.
YOU THINK THIS IS
PRETTY GOOD CRABBING, EARON?
I DO.
YEAH, YOU BETTER THINK IT'S
PRETTY GOOD CRABBING RIGHT NOW.
OH, YEAH.
THEY'LL BE BACK.
Narrator: WITH NEAL NOW RETIRED,
HIS NEPHEW, SCOTT,
HAS SPENT THE TRIP HONING
HIS SKILLS ON THE HYDRAULICS.
Scott: GOT TO TAKE OUR TIME,
ESPECIALLY WHEN IT GETS ROUGH,
AND MAKE SURE WE GET THE JOB
DONE WITHOUT HURTING ANYBODY.
Andy: SCOTTY'S COMING ALONG
ON THE HYDRAULICS.
DOING A DAMN GOOD JOB.
HE'S STAYING SAFE.
HE'S NOT DOING NOTHING CRAZY,
TRYING TO GO FAST.
SO I'VE GOT TO GIVE IT TO HIM,
AS LONG AS HE DOESN'T
TAKE MY WINDOWS OUT...
LIKE RIGHT NOW.
Narrator: BUT THE EXTRA TIME
SCOTT HAS SPENT LANDING THE POTS
IS TAKING ITS TOLL
ON AN ALREADY FATIGUED CREW.
I MISS NEAL.
JUST TAKES PRACTICE.
YOU HAVE TO JUST COOPERATE.
BEING BACK AT HOME
RUNNING EXCAVATORS AND DOZERS
ALL THE TIME,
I'M JUST NOT USED TO WORKING
A SYSTEM LIKE THIS.
I'VE GOT THESE POTS
SWINGING LIKE A PENDULUM,
AND I'M TRYING TO MANEUVER THEM.
IT'S NOT FAST AT ALL.
SO I GOT LIKE A THREE-SECOND
DELAY ON SOME OF MY CONTROLS.
Andy: STOP, STOP, STOP,
STOP, STOP, STOP.
STOP WHAT YOU'RE DOING
WITH THE CRANE.
YOU CAN'T DO TWO VALVES AT ONCE
ON THE CRANE
WHEN THE BLOCK IS RUNNING.
YOU ALMOST KILLED THE AUXILIARY,
WHICH KILLS ALL OF OUR POWER.
THAT'S NOT GOOD TO DO THAT
TO AN ENGINE, EVER, EVER, EVER.
SCOTTY ALMOST KILLED THE ENGINE.
I JUST CAN'T -- IT'S IN MY HEAD,
YOU KNOW, TRYING TO DO MY JOB.
DOING WHAT I CAN.
IF YOU GOT A GOOD CREW
AND IF YOU'RE AWARE
AND YOU GOT A LOT OF SAFETY,
THEN EVERYTHING GOES JUST FINE.
Long:
DREAM ABOUT 600 KEEPERS.
WATCH OUT!
WATCH OUT!
YEAH.
YEAH, DUMB ASS.
THAT'S WHY YOU DON'T STAND
ON THAT SIDE.
THAT'S WHY.
Johnathan: THAT'S WHAT HAPPENS
WHEN THE HYDRAULIC GUY
FORGETS TO PUT THE DOGS
ON THE POT.
COULD'VE KILLED SOMEBODY IF
THEY WOULD'VE BEEN IN THE WAY.
YEP, ROOKIE MISTAKE.
THESE DOGS COME UP.
THEY HOOK HERE
AND DOWN AT THE BOTTOM.
FORCES THE BAR INTO THIS ONE,
MAKES THE LAUNCHER AND THE POT
INTO ONE ENTITY.
SCOTTY FORGOT TO TURN THESE ON.
Narrator:
WITHOUT THE DOGS SECURED,
THE MASSIVE 1,000-POUND
STEEL POT MISSES SHEA BY INCHES.
OH, THE POT
IS ABOUT 1,000 POUNDS, MAN.
THAT COULD EASILY KILL YOU.
GET YOUR CRANE, TAKE THE POT,
LIFT IT UP OVER THE TABLE.
COMING OUT OF THE AIR,
ABOUT SIX FEET IN THE AIR.
WATCH OUT!
700-POUND [BLEEP]
JUST IF IT HITS
YOUR ARM AND BRUSHES,
IT COULD BREAK YOUR ARM.
NEVER TRUST
THE HYDRAULIC GUY EVER.
NEVER, EVER, NEVER
TURN YOUR BACK ON THAT POT.
ONE LITTLE SLIP,
ONE LITTLE FORGETFULNESS
ON SOMETHING LIKE THAT
COULD KILL A GUY LIKE THAT.
IT WOULD HAVE RUINED OUR TRIP.
WOULD'VE RUINED OUR LIFE.
SOMEBODY'S LIFE,
THAT'S FOR SURE.
YOU'RE IN TROUBLE, SCOTTY.
I'M JUST LUCKY
THAT NOBODY GOT HURT.
I'D HAVE BEEN FEELING PRETTY BAD
ABOUT IT IF SOMEBODY HAD.
Narrator: DRIFTING OFF THE GEAR,
190 MILES TO THE SOUTHWEST...
IS THE 128-FOOT CORNELIA MARIE.
IT'S BEEN FOUR DAYS
SINCE CAPTAIN PHIL HARRIS
LEFT THE BOAT TO SEEK
MEDICAL HELP IN ANCHORAGE.
AND HIS OLDEST SON, JOSH, HASN'T
MISSED A MORNING CHECKING IN.
[ TELEPHONE RINGING ]
HI.
DO YOU HEAR ME ALL RIGHT?
YEAH.
WHAT'S GOING ON, BUDDY?
OKAY, WELL, YOU KNOW,
I'LL BE TALKING TO YOU
THROUGHOUT THE TRIP,
BUT THERE'S
A PRETTY GOOD CHANCE
I WON'T BE BACK ON THE BOAT
THIS SEASON.
WELL,
ARE YOU OKAY NOW, THOUGH?
IS EVERYTHING OKAY,
YOU KNOW?
RIGHT NOW THEY CAME IN
AND REMINDED ME
THAT I'M NOT
OUT OF THE WOODS.
I'M JUST
IN THE MIDDLE OF IT.
WE STILL GOT THE BACK SIDE
TO GO THROUGH.
HOW LONG DO YOU PLAN
ON BEING THERE FOR?
I DON'T KNOW
WHAT'S GOING TO HAPPEN HERE.
THAT'S WHY THEY DON'T
WANT ME OUT, YOU KNOW?
IF I WENT OUT ON THAT BOAT
AND STUBBED MY TOE
UNDER THAT MEDICATION,
I WOULD BLEED TO DEATH.
OKAY.
IF SOMETHING DID HAPPEN,
IT WOULD BE A HELL OF A MESS.
I GOT YOUR BACK, DAD.
ANYWAY, I JUST --
I'M GIVING YOU A HEADS-UP
TO LET YOU START THINKING
ALONG THEM LINES.
AND I'LL TELL YOU MORE
LATER.
I love you, buddy.
You be safe.
I'LL TALK TO YOU SOON.
WELL, THANKS.
ALL RIGHT.
BYE.
UM...
WELL, MY DAD'S FISHING CAREER
MIGHT'VE ENDED.
HE'S REALLY, REALLY SCARED.
Man:
THAT DOESN'T SOUND LIKE PHIL.
THERE IS NO WAY,
AS LONG AS HE IS BREATHING,
THAT HE'S GOING TO SIT AT HOME.
Narrator:
WITH THEIR FIRST STRING OFF
THE BOW, THE CREW HITS THE DECK.
Man: WELL, WE'RE GETTING READY
TO START A LONG 36-HOUR DAY
BECAUSE I'M GOING TO PUSH IT
RIGHT TO THE LIMIT.
DAN.
GET YOUR ASS UP HERE.
I'M HURTING TODAY, BUDDY.
Narrator: GREENHORN DAN
STUMBLED AT THE GET-GO.
ARE YOU ALL RIGHT?
YEAH, I'M GOOD.
THIS IS TOTALLY
A TEAM EFFORT OUT HERE.
HEAVIEST ONE YET.
Narrator: BUT HE PULLED THROUGH
A 36-HOUR GRIND
AND NOW FACES ANOTHER 200 POTS.
WHOO!
I THINK BY THE END OF THIS,
HE'LL BE WANTING TO GET OFF.
[ LAUGHS ]
♪ RAIN ♪
♪ IS GONNA COME DOWN ♪
♪ IS GONNA COME DOWN ♪
♪ CHANGE ♪
WE'RE ALWAYS SAYING
DAY TWO IS HELL.
TODAY IS THAT DAY.
Narrator: BUT HELL
IS A SMALL PRICE TO PAY,
ESPECIALLY IF IT ENABLES
PHIL'S PHYSICALLY
AND EMOTIONALLY TATTERED CREW
TO REACH THEIR GOAL.
♪ IS GONNA COME DOWN,
DOWN, DOWN, DOWN, DOWN, DOWN ♪
♪ DOWN, DOWN, YEAH,
GONNA COME DOWN ♪
♪ CHANGE ♪
♪ IS GONNA COME AROUND ♪
♪ IS GONNA COME AROUND ♪
♪ YEAH ♪
Narrator:
NEXT ON "DEADLIEST CATCH"...
PICK UP 25 POTS,
BEAT ICE FOR THREE HOURS.
Narrator: 280 MILES TO
THE NORTHWEST OF DUTCH HARBOR,
NORTHWESTERN CAPTAIN SIG HANSEN
IS RACING TO HIS NORTHERNMOST
FISHING GROUNDS.
HIS MISSION -- TO RESCUE
OVER $100,000 WORTH OF GEAR
FROM THE DESCENDING ICE PACK.
WE'VE DECIDED TO START PICKING
THEM UP RIGHT OFF THE BAT,
STACK THESE POTS
NO MATTER WHAT'S IN THEM,
AND GET THEM
THE HELL OUT OF HERE.
THE REPORTS SAY IT'S GONNA MOVE
30 MILES THE NEXT 24 HOURS,
WHICH PUTS IT RIGHT HERE.
THESE ARE
ONE OF THOSE SITUATIONS
WHERE YOU'RE STUCK BETWEEN
A ROCK AND A HARD SPOT.
YOU HAVE TO HAUL THESE POTS.
IF WE DON'T HAUL THEM
AND WE WAIT FOR BETTER WEATHER,
THE POTS COULD BE COVERED IN
ICE, AND OUR SEASON IS OVER.
Narrator: ONE OF
THE FASTEST BOATS IN THE FLEET,
THE NORTHWESTERN
COVERS THE 42 MILES
FROM ST. PAUL TO THE GROUNDS
IN JUST UNDER FOUR HOURS.
BUT AS THEY APPROACH
THEIR FIRST STRING,
THE BERING SEA GREETS THEM
WITH MINUS-5 DEGREE TEMPERATURES
AND FREEZING SPRAY.
IT'S COLDER
THAN A WITCH'S [BLEEP] MAN.
ICE.
EVERYTHING'S ICE.
I GOT A HEADACHE
JUST BEING OUT THERE
FOR ABOUT, I DON'T KNOW,
15 SECONDS.
NO JOKE.
Narrator:
BEFORE THE CREW CAN START
HAULING AND STACKING THEIR GEAR,
THEY'LL HAVE TO WORK ON
LOSING SOME WEIGHT.
THIS IS NOT SAFE.
BOATS HAVE ROLLED OVER BECAUSE
THEY DIDN'T TAKE THE ICE OFF.
THAT'S JUST RIGHT HERE.
IT'S PROBABLY WORSE UP THERE.
Narrator: FINALLY,
AFTER TWO HOURS OF BREAKING ICE
IN SUB-ZERO TEMPERATURES,
THE CREW BEGINS
RESCUING THEIR POTS.
OH, YEAH!
YEAH!
WHOO!
[ LAUGHS ]
WOW!
OH, GOD.
WE'RE GONNA TAKE SOME ICE
OFF THE BOAT.
PICK UP 25 POTS,
BEAT ICE FOR THREE HOURS.
Narrator:
HELL ON THE NORTHWESTERN
IS 25-FOOT SEAS COMBINED
WITH RELENTLESS ICE BUILD-UP.
DESPITE THE UNBEARABLE
WORKING CONDITIONS,
SIG IS AVERAGING
OVER 750 KEEPERS.
WHOO-HOO!
GNARLY OUT.
Narrator:
AFTER EIGHT HELLISH HOURS,
THEY'VE MANAGED TO RESCUE
65 OF THEIR 130 POTS.
THEY'VE ALSO PUT 45,000 POUNDS
OF CRAB IN THE TANKS.
BUT IN A MATTER OF HOURS,
THIS HONEY HOLE
WILL BE COVERED WITH ICE.
THAT'S A FISHERMAN'S NIGHTMARE,
YOU KNOW.
IT'S A POT OF GOLD.
YOU FINALLY GOT
YOUR STUFF DIALED IN,
YOU'VE GOT A FEEL
FOR THE AREA...
...AND THEN MOTHER NATURE
JUST STRIPS IT AWAY.
YOU FEEL IT
IN THE PIT OF YOUR STOMACH.
I MEAN,
IT'S SOME OF THE BETTER FISHING
WE'VE SEEN IN YEARS, YOU KNOW.
THE FACT THAT
I'VE GOT TO PICK UP AND MOVE
IS JUST GUT-WRENCHING.
Narrator: 240 MILES TO
THE NORTHWEST OF DUTCH HARBOR,
IN THE WIZARD GALLEY.
I'VE GOT A LITTLE BREAKFAST
FOR THE BOYS GOING ON RIGHT NOW.
LOOK AT THIS.
THE CROSMEISTER HAS BEEN
FREAKIN' HARD AT IT.
FRENCH TOAST?
IF GUYS WANT SOME SALT
WITH THEIR FRENCH TOAST
OR ANY MEAL, IN FACT,
THEY CAN JUST TAKE MY ARM AND...
IT'S SEA SALT.
IT'S GOOD AND NATURAL.
I'M GONNA GET FAT
ON THIS TRIP.
ANYONE START YET?
Narrator:
AS THE CREW SITS DOWN
TO WHAT COULD BE
THEIR LAST MEAL FOR DAYS,
UP IN THE WHEELHOUSE, THE
COLBURN BROTHERS CALL A TRUCE.
IN ALL SERIOUSNESS, MOUSE,
I THINK YOU KNOW
WHY I'M SO BRUTAL WITH YOU.
DON'T START THE TRIP
ON A BAD NOTE
BECAUSE YOU KNOW MY TEMPER.
YOUR -- YOUR PRIVILEGE AS MY
BROTHER IS NOW OFFICIALLY OVER.
YOU'RE NOW A CREWMAN.
I'M NOT GOING TO BE SITTING
IN THAT CHAIR FOREVER.
AND I WANT TO MAKE SURE,
WHETHER I'M RIGHT OR WRONG,
THAT THE GUY THAT SITS THERE
IS GOING TO BE ABSOLUTELY
JUST AS INTENSE AS I AM.
NO, I DON'T HAVE TO [BLEEP]
ASK ANYBODY ANYTHING!
[ Sarcastically ] I'M UNDER
A LOT OF PRESSURE HERE!
HOW DO YOU THINK
IT FEELS TO ME
WHEN YOU GO TO BED
FOR FIVE HOURS
AND I COME UP HERE, AND SOPER'S
BEEN DRIVING FOR THREE?
WHAT ARE YOU
TALKING ABOUT?
IT'S AS MUCH MY FAULT
AS YOURS.
WELL, IT'S AS MUCH YOUR FAULT
AS IT IS YOURS.
[ BOTH LAUGH ]
WHEN IT'S ALL SAID AND DONE,
FAMILY FIRST, FISHING SECOND.
ROGER.
Narrator: WITH ABOUT 20 MINUTES
BEFORE THEY REACH THEIR STRING,
CAPTAIN KEITH SOUNDS A FEW NOTES
OF CAUTION TO THE NEW HORN,
21-YEAR-OLD COOPER WEATHERBY.
BAIT CHOPPER RIGHT HERE?
YEAH.
THIS WILL RIP YOUR ARM
COMPLETELY OFF.
DO NOT EVEN
SCREW AROUND, OKAY?
ANYTHING EVER
GETS JAMMED IN THERE,
NEVER DO THIS, ALL RIGHT?
WHAT IT'S DESIGNED TO DO
IS TO SUCK STUFF DOWN IN THERE.
SO, IF SOMETHING'S JAMMED
AND YOU'RE PUSHING
AND ALL OF A SUDDEN
IT GETS FREE...
YOU'LL SEE.
IT DOESN'T MESS AROUND, MAN.
IT'S CALLED
THE COOKIE MONSTER
BECAUSE IT LIKES
TO GOBBLE STUFF UP.
YOUR CRABBING CAREER
HAS OFFICIALLY STARTED.
NO MATTER WHAT YOU DO,
YOU'RE GONNA FILL IT WRONG.
SO JUST BE ACCUSTOMED
TO THE IDEA
OF CHANGING HOW MUCH
YOU'RE PUTTING IN THE BAG.
GRAB ONE OF THESE SCOOPS
AND JUST START FILLING.
THIS IS WHAT A LOT OF YOUR TIME
IS GONNA BE MADE UP DOING.
AS YOUR RESPONSIBILITY LIST
IS KIND OF LOW AT THE BEGINNING,
THIS IS WHERE
YOU'RE EXPECTED.
IT'S SUPPOSED TO GET
PRETTY CRAPPY
IN AN HOUR OR SO, TWO HOURS,
AS FAR AS THE WEATHER GOES.
I'M LOOKING FORWARD TO SOME
BIG SWELLS AND COLD WEATHER,
CRAZY FRONTS,
CATCHING SOME CRAB.
I'M ALREADY
PSYCHOLOGICALLY PUMPING ME UP
FOR THE GREATEST GREENHORN
OF ALL TIME.
[ LAUGHS ]
Narrator: BY THE TIME THE WIZARD
ARRIVES AT THE GROUNDS,
THE TEMPERATURE DROPS
TO A COOL NEGATIVE-20 DEGREES.
IT'S STARTING TO ICE UP, BUT I'M
SURE THIS IS JUST THE BEGINNING.
ONE NOTCH COLDER, AND IT COULD
GET KIND OF UGLY FOR EVERYBODY.
EVEN THE CRAB, THEY DON'T
LIKE IT WHEN IT'S COLD.
THAT'S NO GOOD.
FIRST POT OF THE TRIP,
CAUGHT ONE CODFISH.
NOT A SINGLE CRAB.
DAMN!
OH, MAN!
HERE WE ARE AGAIN!
IT'LL PICK UP.
POT NUMBER SIX COMING UP,
STILL NO CRAB, BUT I HAVE HOPE.
Keith: SOPER.
TRY TO STACK THEM BACK HERE,
YEAH?
Narrator:
FOR THE SKIPPER,
THIS STRING HAS BEEN LESS
ABOUT THE GREENHORN'S PROGRESS
AND MORE ABOUT HIS OWN ABILITY
TO LAND ON THE CRAB.
YEAH, FIRST SEVEN POTS
RIGHT HERE ON THE EDGE
STARTED OUT WITH ZERO,
ZERO, ZERO, ZERO, ZERO, ZERO.
I THINK WE FOUND THE FENCE,
SO TO SPEAK.
Narrator: COMING UP
ON "DEADLIEST CATCH,"
SCOTTY HILLSTRAND'S QUEST
FOR THE CAPTAIN'S CHAIR
TAKES A DEADLY TURN.
WHOA, WHOA, WHOA!
Narrator: 300 MILES
TO THE NORTH OF DUTCH HARBOR...
...THE TIME BANDIT CREW
CONTINUES A MARATHON
72-HOUR GRIND.
THIS IS WHAT WE'RE LOOKING FOR,
AND THIS IS WHAT
WE SEEM TO HAVE MORE OF.
THEY'LL BE EASY TO PICK OUT,
THAT'S FOR SURE.
NO GOOD.
NOT KEEPER. KEEPER.
THIS IS THE FIRST TIME
I'VE DONE THIS.
THEY'RE ALL SMALL,
AND THERE'S A LOT OF THEM.
BUBKES.
Narrator: WITH ONLY FEMALES
AND JUVIES IN THE POTS,
THE CREW BEGINS RAIL-DUMPING.
Andy:
YEAH, THAT'S A REAL DRAG.
THE POTS ARE FULL,
AND WE HAVE TO RAIL-DUMP THEM.
WE'VE GOT TO GET ON OUT OF HERE.
Narrator:
CAPTAIN ANDY'S DECISION TO MOVE
MEANS SCOTT, ALREADY FATIGUED,
WILL HAVE TO REMAIN AT HIS POST
AT THE HYDROS
AND STACK ON ANOTHER 40 POTS.
JUST TRYING TO DO IT IN A HURRY.
IT'S COLD OUT.
THESE GUYS ARE MISERABLE.
JUST TRYING TO MAKE THIS
FAST AS POSSIBLE.
Narrator: BUT THE RAPIDLY
DETERIORATING WEATHER
ISN'T MAKING THE JOB ANY EASIER
FOR THE 25-YEAR-OLD
HEIR APPARENT.
THE CRANE CONTROLS ARE FROZEN.
HE'S PROBABLY STRESSING
'CAUSE HE HASN'T STACKED
THAT MUCH BEFORE, YOU KNOW.
HE'S GOT TO GO ON TOP NOW.
Narrator: AFTER A FEW POTS AND
WITH LARGER SWELLS ROLLING IN,
CAPTAIN ANDY TURNS THE HELM
OVER TO NEAL...
AND HITS THE DECK
TO WATCH OVER HIS NEPHEW.
AFTER A LONG DAY IN THE OFFICE,
I COME OUTSIDE TO SEE
WHAT THE WEATHER IS LIKE.
FREEZING CONDITIONS.
Narrator: BIG BROTHER JOHNATHAN
IS SOON TO FOLLOW.
NOW TO ADD MORE PRESSURE,
SCOTT HAS TO DEAL WITH
THE HILLSTRAND PEANUT GALLERY.
YOU CAN DO IT, SCOTT.
YOU CAN DO IT!
YOU GUYS TRYING
TO [BLEEP] BLIND US?
SO, HERE.
WE CAN STACK
THAT ONE POT THERE.
I KNOW, NEAL SAID HE DOESN'T
WANT ANY POTS IN HIS EYESIGHT.
ALL DAY LONG,
THEY'VE HAD --
HEY, LISTEN.
PUT THE POT RIGHT THERE, THERE,
ONE THERE, AND DOWN HERE.
YOU'RE GOOD.
NO, PUT IT DOWN HERE.
Scott:
I DON'T LIKE IT.
WE'VE GOT LIKE SIX OR SEVEN POTS
FOR DIFFERENT SIZES.
ONCE WE START GETTING THOSE,
IT GETS KIND OF TRICKY
WHERE I'M GOING TO PUT THEM.
JUST STACK THEM.
DON'T WORRY ABOUT THE SIZE.
Andy: WHAT DID YOU SAY?!
WATCH OUT.
WATCH OUT.
WHOA, WHOA, WHOA!
GOT HIM IN THE HEAD.
GET YOU?
YOU OKAY?
Narrator:
AS THE BOAT TAKES A ROLL,
SCOTT LOSES CONTROL
OF THE 1,000-POUND POT.
IT COMES WITHIN INCHES
OF CRUSHING
GREENHORN EARON OVERSON'S SKULL.
COULD'VE CAUGHT HIM
RIGHT IN THE HEAD.
KNOCKED HIM DOWN.
GOT WAY TOO MANY [BLEEP] GUYS
IN MY WORK AREA.
WELL, DO YOUR [BLEEP] JOB!
"POT THERE! OVER THERE!
OVER THERE!"
DON'T BLAME IT ON ANYBODY.
BLAME IT ON ME.
COULD HAVE [BLEEP]
16 DANCING GIRLS OUT HERE.
CAN'T [BLEEP]
BLAME IT ON US.
[ INDISTINCT TALKING ]
Scott:
I'M [BLEEP] PISSED OFF.
I'M [BLEEP] TRYING
TO DO MY JOB OUT HERE,
AND THEY COME OUT AND THEY ALL
WANT ME DOING DIFFERENT STUFF.
IT'S NICE TO KNOW BEFOREHAND
INSTEAD OF GETTING STUCK BEHIND
AND THEN NOW, YOU KNOW, LOOK,
I ALMOST KILLED SOMEBODY.
WATCH OUT.
WATCH OUT.
WATCH OUT!
WATCH OUT!
EARLIER, I THOUGHT
WE WERE GOING THREE-HIGH.
WHY THE [BLEEP]
DO WE GOT TO GO THREE-HIGH?
I'M JUST SAYING.
THAT'S WHAT I THOUGHT.
JUST WATCH YOUR GUYS.
THAT WAS BAD.
THAT WAS BAD.
I'M AWARE OF THAT.
Man: COMING UP.
COMING AT YOU.
HOW'S MY HEAD?
Andy: SHOWS US
YOUR HEAD, YEAH.
MY HEAD'S STILL ON.
ACTUALLY,
HE WAS A DUMB [BLEEP]
FOR BEING IN THE WAY OF THE POT
IN THE FIRST PLACE.
I'LL LET THAT ONE GO
THIS TIME.
WATCH YOUR [BLEEP] HEAD,
DUDE.
THERE WASN'T EVEN
ANY TIME TO.
I HAD THE POT AND,
ALL OF A SUDDEN, THE WAVE HIT.
IT'S A MOUSETRAP HERE NOW.
YOU CAN'T STAND BACK THERE WHEN
THAT POT COMES OVER THE RAIL.
GOT TO HAVE A PLACE
TO RUN AND HIDE.
Narrator: ALTHOUGH SCOTT
NEARLY KILLED HIS BUDDY EARON
JOHNATHAN ORDERS HIS SON
TO STAY AT THE HYDROS
TO LEARN TO DEAL
WITH THE PRESSURE.
WE TESTED HIS MENTAL FORTITUDE.
WE SAW IT SNAP.
WE SAW IT SNAP, LITERALLY.
Narrator:
JOHNATHAN AND ANDY HEAD INSIDE
TO DISCUSS SCOTT'S NEARLY FATAL
MISTAKE AND HIS POOR REACTION.
WE JUST ABOUT KILLED SOMEBODY.
[ LAUGHS ]
WE JUST ABOUT SMASHED
HIS HEAD.
HE ALMOST SMASHED
SOMEBODY'S [BLEEP] HEAD.
YEAH, WE DON'T CARE IF
THERE'S 16 NAKED DANCING GIRLS.
DO YOUR JOB.
[ BLEEP ]
YOU DON'T SWING THAT POT UNLESS
EVERYONE'S OUT OF THE WAY.
CAN'T BLAME IT
ON ANYBODY ELSE.
Narrator:
THE CRAB COUNT.
FOR THREE STRAIGHT WEEKS,
THE WIZARD
HAS STOMPED THE COMPETITION.
Narrator: 280 MILES TO
THE NORTHWEST OF DUTCH HARBOR,
AFTER WEEKS
OF MECHANICAL FAILURES,
HURRICANES, AND INJURIES,
CORNELIA MARIE IS FINALLY
DIALED IN TO STEADY FISHING.
YEAH! WHOO!
Man: I LOVE THIS.
I'M SEEING BASICALLY 500s
GOING INTO THE TANK RIGHT NOW.
Narrator: THE CREW IS ON HOUR 30
OF A 36-HOUR GRIND.
AND THE GREENHORN IS FEELING
EVERY POT PULL.
IT'S A LOT TO GET OUT OF ME
THIS LATE AT NIGHT.
WE'LL TEACH YOU.
THEY'RE PUSHING ME ALONG.
PUSHING ME THROUGH IT.
WE'RE GOOD.
NOT TOO MUCH [BLEEP]
SOMEBODY TOLD ME
THAT HE WAS TIRED THE OTHER DAY,
SO HE MUST BE EXHAUSTED TODAY.
WHOO!
Narrator:
WITH ONE OF THE HARDEST-WORKING
CREWS IN THE FLEET...
...THE GREENHORN HAS HAD
HIS WORK CUT OUT FOR HIM.
BUT HE'S STAYED THE COURSE
WITHOUT COMPLAINT.
YEAH, THAT'S DAN'S POSITION.
OH, LET'S JUST SAY HE WENT FROM
STANDING TO BEING ON HIS KNEES.
[ LAUGHS ]
MY GREENHORN,
HE'S A LITTLE TUCKERED OUT.
I'M GOING TO GIVE THESE GUYS
A TWO-HOUR NAP AFTER THIS.
I'M DOING ALL RIGHT,
HANGING IN THERE.
JUST TRYING NOT TO LAY DOWN
AND HANG IN HERE FOR THESE GUYS.
Narrator:
BY DAWN, DAN HAS SURVIVED
ANOTHER 36 HOURS
OF GRUELING POT PULLS,
AND FREDDIE MAUGATAI
GIVES HIM A SHOT AT THE RAIL.
SHOOT IT, BABY!
GET IT, TIGER!
YEAH!
PULL THAT!
PULL THAT!
YOU CAN DO IT!
I'M TIRED. I CAN'T -- NOTHING
MAKES ANY SENSE THIS MORNING.
Narrator:
IN JUST 72 HOURS,
THE CREW HAS MANAGED
TO PUT ON 120,000 POUNDS.
KIND OF FEELS LIKE PRISON
OUT HERE.
YEAH.
I TRIED SHAKING YOUR HAND
WHEN I FIRST GOT ON THE BOAT.
AND YOU WERE LIKE,
"AFTER THE FIRST TRIP."
READY?
I'LL SHAKE YOUR HAND
AFTER THE FIRST TRIP.
NOW THAT YOU
FINISHED THE TRIP,
NOW YOU DESERVE TO HAVE
A HANDSHAKE,
AND YOU DESERVE RESPECT
FROM US,
BECAUSE YOU DID WORK HARD,
BROTHER.
Narrator:
ON THE NEXT "DEADLIEST CATCH"...
SHE'S PISSED OFF OUT THERE.
WATCH OUT. RUN.
Narrator:
...IT'S THE FINAL STRETCH
IN THE 2008 OPILIO CRAB SEASON.
Sig:
THE BOAT'S LIKE AN ICE MAGNET.
WORST-CASE SCENARIO,
SHE CAN ROLL OVER AND SINK.
I KNOW.
OW!
Narrator: CREWS PUSH THROUGH
THEIR BREAKING POINTS...
CLOCK'S TICKING, THE SPRAY'S
FREEZING, THE ICE IS CHARGING.
WHOO!
WALK ON WATER, BABY!
Narrator:
...AS THE HUNT CONTINUES
FOR THE DEADLIEST CATCH.