Deadliest Catch (2005–…): Season 4, Episode 15 - Catch as Catch Can - full transcript
Narrator:
THE VAST BERING SEA --
OVER A MILLION SQUARE MILES
OF THE WORLD'S MOST VIOLENT...
AND UNPREDICTABLE WATERS...
AND HOME
OF THE DEADLIEST CATCH --
ALASKAN CRAB.
THAT'S ALL WE'RE
LOOKING FOR THERE.
AFTER BRAVING NEARLY 50 DAYS
OF HARSH WINTER CONDITIONS...
GET OUT OF THE WAY!
...THE OPILIO FLEET
PREPARES FOR AN ONSLAUGHT
OF ICE AND BITTER TEMPERATURES.
Sig: THE BOAT'S
LIKE AN ICE MAGNET.
WORST CASE SCENARIO IS,
SHE CAN ROLL OVER AND SINK.
Narrator:
NOW CAPTAINS HAVE JUST SIX DAYS
TO CATCH, CASH IN,
AND WEIGH OUT...
THE CLOCK'S TICKING, THE SPRAY'S
FREEZING, THE ICE IS CHARGING.
BUT THE WIZARD'S ROCKIN'.
WHOO!
OOH.
Narrator:
...AS THE HUNT CONTINUES
FOR THE DEADLIEST CATCH.
CAPTIONS PAID FOR BY
DISCOVERY COMMUNICATIONS, LLC
Narrator: 210 MILES
NORTHWEST OF DUTCH HARBOR.
THE 155-FOOT WIZARD
PLIES THROUGH 35-FOOT SEAS.
OH, MAN.
Narrator: AFTER A DAY
HAULING NOTHING BUT BLANKS...
WE CAUGHT ONE CODFISH,
NOT A SINGLE CRAB.
...CAPTAIN KEITH MOVED ALL
OF HIS GEAR TO GREENER PASTURES.
Soper:
WELL, WE RESET EVERYTHING
KIND OF IN A LITTLE BIT
DIFFERENT AREA,
AND THIS IS THE FIRST POT.
IT'S GOT 27 HOURS ON IT.
AND KEEP YOUR FINGERS CROSSED.
WHOO!
YEAH!
[ LAUGHING ]
THAT'S WHAT
WE'RE LOOKING FOR.
WHOO! YEAH!
GOD, IT'S NICE TO SEE POTS
FULL OF CRAB AGAIN.
HERE'S A NICE POT.
IT MAKES EVERYTHING WORTH IT.
WHOO!
BIG.
EVERYBODY LOVES IT
WHEN YOU GOT A TABLEFUL OF CRAB.
Narrator: NOW THAT THE SKIPPER'S
LANDED ON THE CRAB,
THE NEW HORN, COOPER WEATHERBY,
WILL HAVE TO WORK IN OVERDRIVE
AND WITHOUT COMPLAINT...
THAT IS, IF HE WANTS TO
IMPRESS DECK BOSS GARY SOPER.
[ LAUGHS ]
RIGHT ON?
HEY, YOU KNOW?
THIS LINE OF WORK, YOU KNOW,
IT'S NOT FOR THE WEAKHEARTED.
Soper:
THE GIRLS ARE DOING GOOD.
I WOULD BE GIVING THEM
A PAT ON THE BACK,
BUT I DON'T GIVE GREENHORNS
PATS ON THE BACK ANYMORE.
THEY DESERVE...
THE FOOD THAT THEY GET,
AND THAT'S ABOUT IT.
MAYBE WE'LL THROW
A LITTLE SLEEP ON TOP.
IT'S WEARING ON ME.
IT'S COLD OUT HERE. IT'S ICY.
AND WE'RE MOVING UP AND DOWN
LIKE CRAZY, SO...
IT'S LIKE TRYING TO THROW POTS
OFF A ROLLER COASTER.
SEE, YOU TOSS THESE
IN THERE. SEE THAT?
YOU WANT -- OKAY, HOLD ON.
WHEN YOU GET THAT IN THERE...
GIVE THAT A GOOD PU-- SEE ALL
THE SLACK I GOT OUT OF THAT?
BRING IT OVER HERE.
YOU NEED THAT BITE
RIGHT THERE, OKAY?
IN THREE DAYS --
YOU KNOW WHAT? --
COOPER WILL PROBABLY
BE BETTER THAN HE IS TODAY.
Narrator: COOPER MAY NOT
HAVE THE EXPERIENCE YET...
BUT HE WORKS HARD
AND TRIES HARD, SO...
...BUT HE'S GOT THE HUSTLE.
...WE'LL SEE.
90 MILES TO THE NORTHWEST,
THE NORTHWESTERN
HAS SPENT THE LAST 18 HOURS
SKIRTING THE LEAD EDGE
OF THE ICE PACK.
GOT 17 LEFT.
IT'S RIGHT HERE.
CAPTAIN SIG HANSEN HAS BEEN
FORCED OUT OF A CRAB BONANZA
BY A FAST-MOVING,
300-SQUARE-MILE ICE FLOE
THAT'S THREATENING
TO SWALLOW HIS GEAR.
Sig: NOW, WHEN YOU SEE
PANCAKE ICE LIKE THIS,
WHEN YOU SEE
THE FIRST SIGN OF THE STRIPS
AND YOU'VE GOT NORTHERLY WINDS,
I MEAN, IT'S ALMOST
LIKE IT'S TALKING TO YOU,
AND IT'S TELLING YOU, MAN,
"THIS IS YOUR FIRST WARNING.
THIS IS ALL I'M GONNA GIVE YOU,"
YOU KNOW?
"AND IF YOU DON'T DO SOMETHING
RIGHT NOW,
I WILL KICK YOUR ASS."
YOU KNOW? THERE IT IS.
AND I'LL TAKE THE WARNING.
MY NAME'S EDGAR HANSEN.
WELCOME TO MY HELL.
Narrator:
THROUGHOUT THE NIGHT,
SIG'S CREW HAS WORKED
WITHOUT A BREAK.
AND IN BETWEEN
HOURS OF RELENTLESS ICE-BASHING,
THE CREW RACED
TO HAUL AND STACK ON 65 POTS,
ALL THE WHILE ABANDONING
SOME OF THE RICHEST FISHING
THEY HAD SEEN IN YEARS.
Sig: WE'VE BEEN
SETTING THIS THING BACK
SINCE I STARTED MY SEASON,
AND I DON'T THINK I'VE HAD
LESS THAN A 600 AVERAGE
TO 700 AVERAGE
OUT OF THIS AREA ONCE.
Narrator:
NOW, EVEN WITH THE ICE PACK
LESS THAN ONE MILE
FROM SIG'S GEAR,
MOVING THE POTS IS STILL
A HARD PILL TO SWALLOW.
I MEAN, IT SUCKS,
YOU KNOW, LAST TRIP,
WE GOT TO ADD SHOTS
AND MOVE THE GEAR
JUST FOR THE LAST LITTLE BIT,
LAST LITTLE TANK.
THAT'S FISHING, YOU KNOW?
THE ICE IS COMING.
YOU GOT TO GET THEM OUT.
I DON'T FEEL LIKE
SPENDING MY OFF TIME
UP HERE FOR A MONTH,
DIGGING POTS OUT.
OOH.
THE GUYS ARE PRETTY UPSET, MAN.
THEY'RE TRYING TO TAKE IT
WITH A GRAIN OF SALT,
BUT IT'S -- IT'S UPSETTING.
IT'S SADDENING
TO HAVE TO STACK THESE.
Narrator:
THE FIVE-MAN ZOMBIE CREW
IS LOOKING AT ANOTHER
18 HOURS OF WORK
BEFORE THEY CAN HIT THE RACKS
FOR A THREE-HOUR SNOOZE.
Edgar: TICKETS
TO THE PROMISED LAND.
IT'S ONE OF THOSE THINGS.
I'LL SIT THERE AND JUSTIFY IT
AND SECOND-GUESS MYSELF
ALL DAY LONG.
I PROBABLY WILL BE DOING THAT
ALL THE WAY
UNTIL I FINALLY FIND CRAB
OUT ON THE OTHER STUFF
THAT I SET.
THAT'S WHAT'S GONNA HAPPEN.
THAT'S ABOUT 120,000 POUNDS
WE'VE PUT IN THIS BOAT,
GOING THROUGH THOSE 158 POTS.
THAT'S A LOT OF CRAB, MAN.
THAT'S 200 GRAND
IN LESS THAN A DAY.
SHOULD HAVE BEEN
ANOTHER 200 GRAND.
THERE'S GOT TO BE MORE CRAB
OUT THERE.
Narrator:
NEXT ON "DEADLIEST CATCH"...
SHE'S PISSED OFF
OUT THERE.
Narrator: 255 MILES
NORTHWEST OF DUTCH HARBOR,
CORNELIA MARIE RELIEF CAPTAIN
MURRAY GAMRATH
CONTINUES TO PINCH-HIT
FOR PHIL HARRIS.
AND WITH A MONSTER DELIVERY
IN JUST SIX DAYS,
HE'S LOOKING TO HIT A HOME RUN.
DAD, DON'T WORRY ABOUT A THING.
MURRAY IS A [BLEEP] SLAVE
DRIVER, BUT WE LOVE HIM.
WE GOT FAITH IN OUR CAPTAIN
BECAUSE, WHEN IT COMES DOWN
TO THE WIRE, WITHIN THREE DAYS,
IF WE DON'T HAVE
AT LEAST 150,000,
WE'RE GONNA BE HAULING [BLEEP]
NONSTOP, GUARANTEED.
[ LAUGHS ]
EITHER WAYS, WE'RE GONNA
GO PULL ON 180,000 POUNDS
AND BRING IT IN.
YOU KNOW, AND NOW
THE REALITY OF IT HAS HIT HIM,
THAT HE'S NOT COMING BACK
FOR OPIES.
IT'S GOT TO BE
A STRANGE FEELING FOR HIM.
SHE'S PISSED OFF
OUT THERE.
WHOO!
YEAH!
UH-HUH!
WHAT DID I JUST SAY?!
UH-HUH!
Gamrath: IT LOOKS TO ME LIKE
ABOUT A 15- TO 16-FOOT SEA
WITH ABOUT
35 TO STILL 40 KNOTS OF WIND.
[BLEEP] UP.
Narrator: ON THE LAST TRIP,
GREENHORN DAN DECKER
PULLED HIS WEIGHT
AND HELPED THE CREW HAUL IN
THE 152,000 POUNDS THEY NEEDED.
Decker: REMEMBER HOW I SAY
DAY TWO IS HELL?
TODAY IS THAT DAY.
Narrator: BUT FOR THIS TRIP,
MURRAY HAS STACKED THE DECK,
REENLISTING A TRUSTED DECKHAND
AND FRIEND, MARK ANDERSON.
AFTER SURVIVING A NEARLY
FATAL FALL IN THE OFF-SEASON,
MARK IS FINALLY WELL ENOUGH
TO RETURN
TO HIS HOME
ON THE CORNELIA MARIE HYDROS.
[ INDISTINCT SHOUTING ]
BUT THE YEAR HIATUS
HAS LEFT MARK A LITTLE RUSTY.
A SLIGHT MISCALCULATION
SENDS THE 800-POUND POT
SPINNING WILDLY.
YEE-HAW.
THIS IS ONLY HIS THIRD POT
IN A LONG TIME.
SO, HE'S DOING FINE.
THAT'S THE ONE THING
I DIDN'T MISS,
WAS THAT [BLEEP]
SLAPPING OVER THE RAIL.
ROCK 'N' ROLL.
ANOTHER DAY AT THE OFFICE.
Narrator:
40 MILES TO THE NORTH...
ON THE NORTH AMERICAN...
CAPTAIN STEN SKAAR
PREPARES TO HAUL
WHAT COULD BE THE LAST STRING
OF THE SEASON.
WE HAVE ABOUT 20,000 MORE TO GO.
IF THESE NUMBERS KEEP UP,
WE SHOULD BE ABLE TO MAKE IT.
THIS IS THE LAST TIME...
THESE HORNS WILL EXIST.
HERE WE GO.
[ INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS ]
JACKPOT!
[ CHEERING ]
JACKPOT!
THAT LOOKS LIKE ABOUT A 400.
THAT WAS A NICE POT. MAN.
Narrator:
EACH POT CLEARING THE RAIL
BRINGS STEN 700 POUNDS CLOSER
TO HIS QUOTA.
AND IF THE SKIPPER CAN KEEP
THIS AVERAGE OF 465 KEEPERS,
STEN WILL HAVE HIS QUOTA
IN THE NEXT 29 POTS.
BUT WE'RE THAT CLOSE
TO GOING HOME, MAN.
WE JUST WANT TO
GET IT OVER WITH,
GO HOME AND SEE OUR FAMILIES.
Narrator:
WHILE CAPTAIN STEN
HAS PROVEN
HE CAN STILL CATCH THE CRAB...
LOOKS LIKE WE'RE GONNA
BE ON OUR WAY HOME TONIGHT.
Narrator:
...THE JURY IS STILL OUT
FOR 27-YEAR-OLD GREENHORN DEBO.
John: I DON'T REALLY
SEE MUCH IMPROVEMENT.
I HONESTLY DON'T.
HE'S JUST HUFFING AND PUFFING.
HE STILL HASN'T STOPPED SMOKING.
AND, YOU KNOW...
HE'S JUST BREATHING HEAVY,
WHATEVER HE DOES.
[ GRUNTS ]
Labay: I'M NOT USED TO,
LIKE, ALL THIS LABOR, BUT...
I PULL THROUGH.
Narrator:
COMING UP, A LUCKY STREAK...
I WOULD EAT THAT CRAB!
THAT'S HOW NICE THEY ARE!
Narrator:
...TURNS DEADLY.
[ GROANS ]
[BLEEP]
Jake: WATCH OUT!
WATCH OUT!
Narrator: 290 MILES
NORTHWEST OF DUTCH HARBOR,
ON THE NORTHWESTERN...
AFTER A GRUELING
36-HOUR POT-RESCUING MISSION,
CAPTAIN SIG HAS FINISHED MOVING
ALL $100,000 WORTH OF GEAR
TO SAFER GROUNDS.
WE BASICALLY
WENT ON A RESCUE MISSION
TO GET OUR GEAR OUT OF THE ICE.
YOU KNOW, WE'RE TRYING TO STAY
A STEP AHEAD OF THE ICE.
AND I WASN'T TOO CONCERNED
ABOUT WHERE I PUT THE POTS
AS MUCH AS GETTING THE POTS
OUT OF HARM'S WAY.
Narrator:
NOW INSTEAD OF A PROMISED REST,
THE CREW MUST CONTEND
WITH ANOTHER ROUND OF ICE
THAT HAS COMPLETELY ENCASED
THE 125-FOOT NORTHWESTERN.
ADAM IS TRYING TO REMOVE
THE ICE ON OUR TAG PHONE.
WE'VE GOT RECEPTION PROBLEMS
WITH IT.
AND HOPEFULLY,
IT'S JUST AN ICE PROBLEM.
Edgar: GET A LITTLE WEIGHT
OFF THE BLOCK.
THE BLOCK WEIGHS PROBABLY
TWICE AS MUCH AS IT SHOULD.
EVERY OUNCE OF WATER
THAT HITS THIS BOAT,
THE SPRAY THAT WE MAKE,
IT STICKS LIKE GLUE.
THE BOAT'S LIKE AN ICE MAGNET.
AND ALL THAT ICE WEIGHS A LOT.
AND THAT'S THE DANGER --
THE BOAT BECOMES TOP-HEAVY.
WORST-CASE SCENARIO IS,
SHE CAN ROLL OVER AND SINK.
THIS IS WHEN FISHING
IS PROBABLY AT ITS WORST.
WE WENT THROUGH OUR GEAR,
RESET IT,
AND NOW WE'RE GONNA
PICK THE FIRST STRING.
WE SET EVERYTHING
IN THE BLIND, SO...
IT SHOULD BE INTERESTING.
MAYBE WE'LL GET LUCKY AGAIN,
BUT NOW THAT I SAID THAT,
I'LL PROBABLY JINX MYSELF, HUH?
I'LL JUST SHUT UP.
OKAY, FIRST POT COMING UP.
BRING IT UP!
HA HA! WHOO-HOO!
AH, THERE'S SOME LIFE IN IT.
GIVE ME A TURN!
IT'S ALL RIGHT.
HE'LL GET HIS.
HOW DOES IT LOOK?
GOOD!
THEY LOOK PRETTY GOOD?
THEY SEEM A LITTLE DARK.
ARE THEY?
LITTLE BIT.
LITTLE BIT?
THERE'S NOTHING WRONG
WITH THAT CRAB.
IT'S PERFECT.
NO PROBLEM.
OVER 500 IN THE FIRST POT
IS A GOOD SIGN.
REAL GOOD.
THAT WAS NICE.
FIRST POT'S ALWAYS GOOD.
THIS POT'S GOOD. WE'RE IN 'EM.
AAH!
THANK YOU VERY MUCH!
Narrator: CALL IT SKILL
OR CALL IT JUST PLAIN DUMB LUCK,
BUT CAPTAIN SIG
IS BACK ON THE CRAB.
I WOULD --
I WOULD EAT THAT CRAB!
THAT'S HOW NICE THEY ARE!
Sig:
I STILL NEED TO TOP OFF
THE FIRST TWO TANKS
THAT WE HAD FILLED,
AND THEN WE'RE GOING
INTO OUR THIRD TANK,
AND SO THE BOAT'S
GONNA GET REAL HEAVY AGAIN.
AND WITH THE AMOUNT OF ICE
THAT WE'RE COLLECTING,
YOU KNOW, IT JUST MAKES THINGS
A LITTLE MORE DIFFICULT.
[ GRUNTS ]
Narrator:
AS THE POT COMES UP,
EDGAR SPOTS A WEAKNESS
IN THE LINE.
[BLEEP]
[BLEEP]
WATCH OUT!
WATCH OUT!
Sig:
DAMN IT! DAMN IT!
I JUST SAID IT, TOO --
"WE'RE GONNA LOSE
THAT [BLEEP] POT."
Narrator:
TO SAVE THE POT
AND PREVENT ANY POSSIBLE INJURY
TO THE CREW...
WATCH OUT!
WATCH OUT!
...EDGAR QUICKLY GRABS
THE SLACK IN THE LINE
AND TOSSES IT OVERBOARD,
LEAVING HIM JUST SECONDS
TO THROW THE TAIL END
INTO THE BLOCK.
I HEARD "WATCH OUT," AND I RAN.
I DIDN'T EVEN SEE IT.
I THOUGHT IT WAS IN THE AIR.
DID YOU SEE ME JUMP?!
WHOO-HOO-HOO!
BRIDLE SNAPPED?
YEP!
WELL, NO WONDER.
WE GOT TOO MUCH CRAB IN THE POT.
[ INDISTINCT SHOUTING ]
THERE WAS ONLY ONE SIDE
OF THAT BRIDLE HOLDING THE POT.
SO WE GOT TO HOOK THE HOOK UP
INSIDE THE POT.
IF HE CAN HOOK THE HOOK
IN THE CROSSBAR,
THEN THE POT
WILL COME UP STRAIGHT.
AND I CAN'T REALLY TURN THE BOAT
SUPER-HARD WHEN THAT HAPPENS
'CAUSE I JUST ADD MORE DRAG.
I DON'T WANT TO SNAP THE OTHER
SIDE OF IT, LOSING THE POT.
OH, THEY GOT IT.
[ LAUGHS ]
I THOUGHT IT WAS COMING
ON BOARD.
I CALLED IT, TOO!
I KNEW IT!
Narrator:
COMING UP...
IT'S JUDGMENT DAY
ON THE NORTH AMERICAN.
I KIND OF TALKED IT OVER
WITH THE GUYS, AND, UH...
AND LATER...
I WILL NOT BE SHAKING
THIS ONE!
...A GREENHORN
CAN'T CATCH A BREAK.
CLEAN IT OUT!
I'M GONNA STACK IT OUT!
Narrator:
250 MILES NORTH OF DUTCH HARBOR,
THE 113-FOOT TIME BANDIT
PLOWS THROUGH 30-FOOT SEAS.
WATCH OUT, WATCH OUT,
WATCH OUT, WATCH OUT, RUN!
YEP, THAT'S WHAT
I'M [BLEEP] TALKING ABOUT.
I JUST CALLED A VERY BIG WAVE
THAT HIT THIS BOAT.
YEAH, THAT WOULD HAVE
HURT SOMEONE REALLY, REALLY BAD.
Narrator: AFTER A NIGHT
PULLING 15,000 POUNDS
OF FEMALES AND JUVENILES...
WE GOT TO GET ON OUT OF HERE.
Narrator: ...CAPTAIN ANDY
MOVED ALL 110 OF HIS POTS
ONTO NEW, UNTESTED GROUNDS.
Andy: THE BOYS KNOW THEY HAVE
TWO DAYS OF JUST NOT SLEEPING.
WE'RE GONNA SLAM
100,000 POUNDS ON THEM HERE,
JAM TO TOWN, COME BACK,
STACK ALL THE GEAR ON,
AND GO HOME,
CALL OUR SEASON.
JUST SHOW ME
THE WAY HOME, MAN.
Narrator:
NOW, COME HELL OR HIGH WATER,
CAPTAIN ANDY
PLANS TO GRIND HIS CREW
UNTIL THE BOAT IS PLUGGED.
OH, YEAH!
[ CHUCKLES ]
LOOKS ALL RIGHT.
LOOKS LIKE
THEY'RE ALL KEEPERS IN THERE.
COME ON, BABY!
ABOUT 400, MAYBE.
I CAN'T WAIT
TO NOT SORT ANOTHER CRAB.
MY CHEEKS ARE FROZEN.
320!
320.
Narrator: THE FIRST POT
SHOWS DECENT NUMBERS...
KIND OF GETTING TIRED OF IT.
OH, WELL.
JUST A LITTLE
BIT LONGER, I GUESS.
...BUT DECENT
WON'T MAKE THE DEADLINE.
WE KIND OF HAVE A BIG WAVE,
SO WATCH OUT.
OH, IT'S OUT OF THE BLOCK!
GET IT OFF YOUR HEAD!
WHOA!
WHOO!
THAT WAS SERIOUS
[BLEEP]
THAT'S BAD.
THAT WAS SCARY.
THAT WAS [BLEEP] SCARY.
SEE THAT? LOOK AT THAT.
NERVES OF STEEL.
Narrator:
SHEA REACTS QUICKLY
AND TOSSES THE 2-INCH LINE
OFF HIS NECK.
WE WERE INCHES OR SECONDS AWAY
FROM COMPLETE DISASTER,
WHO KNOWS HOW CLOSE IT WAS.
THE WAVE WENT DOWN,
LIKE, PROBABLY 20 FEET.
IT PULLED ON THE POT SO TIGHT,
IT BLEW IT
OUT OF THE BLOCK RIGHT THERE,
THREW IT 7 FEET
ABOVE SHEA'S HEAD.
Scott: I WOULD HAVE BEEN
RIGHT THERE TO HELP HIM,
BUT I WAS TRYING TO FIX
THIS FRICKING KNOT FOR HIM.
Long: IT'S LIKE SCOTTY WANTS
MORE MONEY, SO HE'S LIKE,
"WELL, IF WE LOSE A GUY,
THAT'S A LITTLE BIT
HIGHER PERCENTAGE."
DEFINITELY WAS NOT
TRYING TO HURT SHEA.
[ LAUGHS ]
YOU CAN'T HURT STEEL, MAN.
LUCKILY, SHEA IS
ON TOP OF HIS GAME
AND THREW IT BACK IN THE BLOCK
BEFORE HE GOT SNAPPED IN HALF.
ALL RIGHT, I'M GONNA GO
CHANGE MY SHORTS.
I'LL BE BACK IN A SECOND.
Narrator: WITH ANOTHER DISASTER
NARROWLY AVERTED,
THE TIME BANDIT
HAS JUST 36 HOURS
TO CATCH AND DELIVER ANOTHER
190,000 POUNDS OF OPILIO CRAB.
BACK IN DUTCH, 280 MILES
FROM THE FISHING GROUNDS,
AFTER A 30-HOUR STEAM,
THE NORTH AMERICAN
FINALLY ROUNDS PRIEST ROCK.
THAT'LL BE IT FOR OPILIO 2008.
DONE.
Narrator: FOR THE CREW,
THE RETURN TO PORT
MARKS THE END OF A LONG,
GRUELING SEASON.
AND WITHOUT THE DISTRACTIONS
OF THE BERING SEA,
DECKHAND DAVIN NES NOW
FACES LIFE WITHOUT HIS BROTHER.
I FEEL LIKE HE'S ALWAYS
GONNA BE A PART OF ME,
'CAUSE JEFF AND I WERE --
WE WERE TIGHT.
WE WERE REALLY CLOSE.
Narrator: DAVIN LOST
HIS YOUNGER BROTHER, JEFF,
AFTER HE FELL
FROM A STACK OF POTS
AT THE BEGINNING OF THE SEASON.
Nes: YOU KNOW,
STEN AND THE BOYS
DEDICATED THIS SEASON
TO MY BROTHER, JEFF,
WHICH I THOUGHT
WAS A REALLY SPECIAL THING.
IT'S BEEN
ONE OF THE HARDEST THINGS
I'VE EVER HAD TO GO THROUGH.
AND I DON'T THINK
I'LL STILL GET OVER IT.
I DON'T THINK
I'LL EVER GET OVER IT.
I MISS THAT GUY DEARLY.
DAVIN'S BEEN NOTHING BUT
A SOLID FOUNDATION ON THIS BOAT.
JEFF WOULD BE VERY PROUD OF HIM.
BUT FROM WHAT I'VE SEEN NOW,
HE'S BEEN LOOKING OVER US
AND AFTER US.
THIS SEASON'S FOR YOU.
Narrator: AS THE PROCESSOR
BEGINS HAULING OFF
THE 115,000 POUNDS OF OPIES,
DOWN IN THE GALLEY,
THE SKIPPER CALLS A MEETING
TO DECIDE THE GREENHORN'S FATE.
[ INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS ]
A GREAT GUY TO BE AROUND,
BUT IT'S JUST A DIFFERENT WORLD.
HE DOESN'T HAVE WHAT IT TAKES
TO BE A CRAB FISHERMAN.
IF THE CHIPS CAME DOWN
AND THINGS GOT TOUGH,
AS WE KNOW THEY CAN,
HE'S NOT THE MAN
I WANT ON DECK.
I VOTE NO.
Narrator: THE GREENHORN'S FUTURE
NOW LIES IN THE SKIPPER'S HANDS.
THIS ISN'T CUT OUT FOR
EVERYBODY, THIS KIND OF WORK.
I'VE KIND OF TALKED IT OVER
WITH THE GUYS,
AND YOU WON'T BE RETURNING
FOR REDS.
OKAY.
BUT TAKE THIS EXPERIENCE
AND LEARN FROM IT
AND APPLY IT TO WHATEVER
YOU DO IN YOUR LIFE.
YOU FISHED
IN THE BERING SEA.
EXACTLY.
AND THAT'S WHY YOU GOT THE
SWEATSHIRT FOR YOUR BIRTHDAY.
RIGHT ON, MAN.
THAT'S ALL I WANTED, TOO.
I WANTED TO DO THIS.
MY BROTHER DID IT.
BUT, YOU KNOW,
IT'S JUST SOMETHING THAT --
YOU KNOW, IT'S NOT FOR ME.
AND THERE WAS TIMES
IT WAS TOUGH AS HELL, YOU KNOW?
BUT THE CAPTAIN IS RIGHT,
YOU KNOW,
ABOUT NOT WANTING ME
TO COME BACK FOR REDS.
IT'S AN AWESOME FEELING KNOWING
THAT I CRABBED WITH THE BEST.
AND NOBODY CAN TAKE THAT AWAY.
MAN, THAT'S AWESOME.
Narrator: COMING UP,
A WINTER WIZARD FREEZE.
THE CLOCK'S TICKING,
THE SPRAY'S FREEZING,
THE ICE IS CHARGING.
YOU KNOW, THIS IS THE WORST PART
OF OUR JOB RIGHT HERE.
Narrator: 210 MILES
NORTHWEST OF DUTCH HARBOR.
DURING LAST NIGHT'S STORM,
FREEZING SPRAY
COATED THE 155-FOOT WIZARD
WITH NEARLY 6 TONS OF ICE.
YOU KNOW, THIS IS THE WORST PART
OF OUR JOB RIGHT HERE,
AS FAR AS I'M CONCERNED.
EVERY TIME WE MAKE THAT RUN
BACK UP THE HILL,
WE PUT A BUNCH OF ICE
ON THE BOAT,
AND THE ICE HAS TO COME OFF
ON THE WAY DOWN.
WE'RE TRYING TO GET THIS DONE
AS QUICKLY AS POSSIBLE
SO WE CAN GO BACK,
LOAD THE BOAT,
HEAD TO ST. PAUL,
AND CALL THIS TRIP DONE.
IT'S [BLEEP] UP.
YOU GOT TO DO IT, THOUGH, MAN.
Narrator: IT'S BEEN NEARLY
FOUR MONTHS OF PURE TORTURE
FOR THE BROKEN CREW.
EVERYONE IS MISERABLE.
THAT IS,
EVERYONE BUT THE NEW HORN.
YES, IT'S QUITE FUN.
AND HE PROBABLY DOESN'T
EVEN KNOW ANY BETTER.
THIS FRESH AIR AND --
HIS DEFINITION OF FUN
IS NOT ANYTHING CLOSE
TO MY DEFINITION OF FUN.
ABOUT THE GOOFIEST [BLEEP]
IN THE BERING SEA RIGHT NOW.
DRUGS, SEX, AND ROCK 'N' ROLL
IS MY DEFINITION OF FUN,
AND THIS GUY LIKES BEATING ICE
AND CALLS THAT FUN.
I'D RATHER BE [BLEEP]
Colburn:
A NEVER-ENDING BATTLE,
BUT I THINK THIS BATTLE
MAY BE GETTING CLOSE TO A CLOSE
BECAUSE I KNOW THOSE TANKS ARE
GETTING AWFULLY CLOSE RIGHT NOW.
WE'VE GOT TO BE REAL CLOSE
TO FILLING THIS BOAT.
Narrator: AS KEITH
APPROACHES THE NEXT STRING,
THE MEN CAN FINALLY
GET BACK TO BUSINESS.
LET'S GO CRABBING,
BOYS! WHOO!
THERE'S MONEY!
THERE'S MONEY!
HERE'S WHAT IT'S ALL ABOUT!
THEY CAN FEEL IT. THEY KNOW IT.
THEY KNOW WE'RE THERE, MAN.
THEY KNOW WE'RE LIKE RIGHT,
RIGHT ON IT.
YEAH! WHOO!
I MEAN, EVEN THOUGH
THE CLOCK'S TICKING,
THE SPRAY'S FREEZING,
THE ICE IS CHARGING,
YOU KNOW, THE GUYS
ARE CHIPPING AND STACKING,
BUT THE WIZARD'S ROCKIN'.
THIS IS A LOT BETTER.
WHOO!
JUST CAPPED OFF
THE STARBOARD AFT
AND ABOUT TO CAP OFF
THE STARBOARD FORWARD TANKS.
THREE OF THE WIZARD'S
FOUR 30,000-GALLON TANKS
ARE TOPPED OFF.
HEY, SOPER, STAND BY.
I'M COMING OUT AGAIN.
OH, I THOUGHT YOU SAID
IT WAS THREE RIBS.
IT'S NOT THREE RIBS.
THREE RUNGS, I MEANT.
OH, THREE RUNGS
ON THE LADDER.
OH, WE'LL GET HER
IN NO TIME FLAT.
GOOD JOB, GUYS.
GOOD JOB.
RIGHT ON, MAN.
OHH!
HEY!
DON'T TOUCH THE CAPTAIN!
[ LAUGHS ]
ONE MORE HIGH FIVE.
HERE WE GO, LYNN.
RIGHT ON, GUYS.
RIGHT ON.
MAN DOWN! MAN DOWN!
PUT THE WHAMMY
TO THE PORT AFT, OKAY?
ALMOST THERE.
Colburn: THESE LAST 50 OR
60 POTS, THAT SHOULD DO IT.
WE'RE THAT CLOSE TO BEING FULL.
4-4-0.
Narrator: THE CREW
HAS STUFFED THE LAST 10 POTS
IN THE PORT AFT TANKS.
BUT FOR SOME REASON,
THE HOLDS WON'T FILL UP.
LITTLE DISAPPOINTING.
WE WERE HOPING TO HAVE
HAD THEM FILLED BY NOW.
BUT WE'LL GET THERE.
UH-OH.
I CAN'T EVER REMEMBER
THE LAST TIME THESE TANKS
WOULD JUST KEEP GOING
AND GOING AND GOING LIKE THIS.
I KNOW THESE GUYS HAVE GOT TO
BE GETTING FRUSTRATED, TOO.
I MEAN, THE TANKS HAVE BEEN LIKE
THAT FAR FROM THE TOP FOREVER.
Narrator:
115 MILES TO THE NORTHEAST,
THE TIME BANDIT CREW CONTINUES
THEIR FOUR-DAY
POT-PULLING MARATHON.
ECHO IN HIS HEAD.
WITH DECENT NUMBERS
CLEARING THE RAIL,
CAPTAIN ANDY IS SHOWING
NO SIGNS OF STOPPING.
WE'RE GONNA GO ALL NIGHT
TILL WE'RE DONE.
WE'RE NOT EVEN HALFWAY THERE,
SO WE GOT A LONG WAYS TO GO.
Neal: I DON'T KNOW
WHAT THE AMOUNTS ARE.
I'M JUST HAULING GEAR
TILL THEY SAY, "LET'S GO IN."
WANT TO GET THESE POTS ON BOARD
SO I CAN GO TAKE A NAP.
Narrator: ALTHOUGH THE CREW
HAS SLAVED WITHOUT A BREAK
FOR NEARLY 20 HOURS...
IT'S NOT HARD
TO MAKE CAPTAIN CRY.
...THEY CAN ALL LOOK FORWARD
TO ANOTHER 48 HOURS
BEFORE THEY CAN
CALL IT A DAY.
Neal:
THE WEATHER RIGHT NOW
IS BLOWING APPROXIMATELY
30 KNOTS OF WIND,
AND THE TEMPERATURE
AT THE MOMENT
IS APPROXIMATELY
30 DEGREES.
AS THE CREW GRINDS ON,
SCOTTY BEGINS CALLING
HIS OWN PERSONAL BREAKS.
I DON'T KNOW HOW MANY POTS
WE'VE PULLED -- 1, 2, 40.
CAN'T KEEP TRACK.
Narrator: THE HEIR APPARENT
SWOOPS BACK IN...
FLY IN, FLY OUT.
...JUST IN TIME TO HELP OUT
WITH THE LAST FEW POTS.
WHAT'S WRONG WITH FLYING IN
AND FLYING OUT?
I GUESS NOTHING
IF YOU'RE THE GUY
FLYING IN AND FLYING OUT.
THAT'S RIGHT.
THAT IS THE BEST JOB.
ONE DAY, SHEA, YOU'LL BE GOOD
ENOUGH TO DO THAT YOURSELF.
THAT'S HOW CAPTAINS' SONS
GET TO DO IT.
I DON'T KNOW,
NOT LIKE THE REST OF US,
HAVE TO PROVE OURSELVES,
GET HIRED,
POSSIBILITY
OF GETTING FIRED.
WORK MY ASS OFF.
YOU KNOW, SHEA,
IF YOU WEREN'T SO TALL,
YOU PROBABLY WOULDN'T FALL DOWN
SO MANY TIMES.
SON OF A [BLEEP]
HILLSTRAND OR NO HILLSTRAND,
THERE'S NOT MUCH SYMPATHY
UP IN THE WHEELHOUSE.
I'M JUST AS TIRED AS THEY ARE.
THEY AREN'T BITCHING.
Narrator: THE CORNELIA MARIE
AND THE EARLY DAWN
ARE GAINING
ON THE WIZARD'S NUMBERS.
Narrator: 240 MILES
NORTHWEST OF DUTCH HARBOR,
ABOARD THE WIZARD,
LOUSY WEATHER
PLUS MEDIOCRE FISHING
ARE ADDING UP
TO ONE GRUMPY DECK BOSS...
I WILL NOT
BE SHAKING THIS.
CLEAN IT OUT.
I'M GONNA STACK IT OUT.
...AND ONE
MISERABLE GREENHORN.
I WILL NOT BE SHAKING
THIS ONE!
PULL THE HOOK DOWN,
CLEAN IT OUT, STACK IT OUT.
IT'S [BLEEP] RIGHT HERE.
I WILL NOT BE SHAKING
THIS ONE!
PULL THE HOOK DOWN, CLEAN IT
OUT, I'M GONNA STACK IT OUT!
[BLEEP]
WELL, I HEARD HIM SAY IT
[BLEEP] FIVE TIMES.
[BLEEP]
HE'S FREAKING OUT.
THAT'S NOT
HOW LYNNY DOES IT!
THAT'S HOW LYNNY'S SISTER
DOES IT!
LYNN, GO GET ME A SMOKE!
THAT'S A GOOD GIRL.
I GOT SOPER
BREATHING DOWN MY NECK
EVERY [BLEEP]
LITTLE MISTAKE I MAKE,
AND HE'S YELLING AT ME.
I'VE BEEN GETTING ON LYNN
BECAUSE HE JUST IS,
LIKE, PERMANENTLY STONED.
HE CAN'T REMEMBER ANYTHING.
I GOT A LOT OF PRESSURE ON ME,
IT SEEMS LIKE.
Narrator:
ANOTHER BRUTAL OPILIO SEASON
IS COMING DOWN TO THE WIRE
FOR THE WIZARD,
IF KEITH'S CREW CAN KEEP FROM
KILLING EACH OTHER.
WHOA, WHOA.
WE JUST FILLED THREE OF THE FOUR
TANKS, AND ALL WE HAVE TO DO NOW
IS TOP OFF THE FOURTH ONE,
AND WE'RE DONE.
BEYOND BEING BEHIND SCHEDULE,
LOSING TIME, CRAB SUCKS,
AND THE BOAT'S
TAKING A BUNCH OF ICE,
UH...IT'S NOT A BAD DAY.
Narrator: KEITH NEEDS
HIS CREW TO HOLD ON LONG ENOUGH
TO TOP OFF ONE MORE TANK.
BUT RIGHT NOW,
THAT TANK IS A BOTTOMLESS PIT.
Colburn:
I'M GETTING FRUSTRATED.
I THOUGHT LAST STRING, FOR SURE,
WE WERE GONNA CHOKE OFF
THAT PORT FORWARD TANK.
Narrator:
ON THE DECK OF A CRAB BOAT,
FOUL MOODS BLOW IN
WITH FOUL WEATHER.
AND EVEN BETWEEN GREENHORNS,
CRAB ROLLS DOWNHILL.
LYNN OFF-LOADS HIS FRUSTRATION
ON THE NEW HORN,
COOPER WEATHERBY.
I'M DOING MY JOB OUT HERE.
I MEAN, I'M KILLING RIGHT NOW.
THINGS ARE MOVING QUICK,
EVERYTHING'S BEING DONE,
EVERYTHING'S ON TASK.
COOPER'S DOING PRETTY GOOD.
I DON'T WANT TO SPEAK TOO SOON.
I THINK LYNN
IS KIND OF THINKING,
"WOW, I BETTER STEP UP."
ALL RIGHT, NOW HE'S NOT
REALLY PAYING ANY ATTENTION
TO WHAT I SAY.
HE'S TRYING TO DO
BASICALLY THE OPPOSITE,
AND MAKE MY LIFE HELL
RIGHT NOW.
I'M KIND OF MISSING MOI
RIGHT NOW.
ME AND MOI, WE KIND OF COULD
LOOK AT EACH OTHER AND KNEW --
WE KNEW
WHAT WE HAD TO DO FOR BAIT.
IT'S TOO BAD THAT HE GOT FIRED,
AT LEAST FOR MY SAKE.
BUT HE'S BEEN HERE
LONGER THAN I HAVE, SO...
WE'LL GO WITH HIS -- HIS SHOTS.
Narrator: AFTER AN 18-HOUR
OVERNIGHT GRIND,
THE BOTTOMLESS LAST TANK
STILL ISN'T TOPPED OFF.
Colburn: YOU KNOW, THE NUMBERS
HAVE DROPPED OFF A LITTLE BIT,
AND THOSE TANKS
ARE JUST REFUSING TO FILL UP.
AND I DON'T KNOW
WHEN IT'S GONNA HAPPEN,
BUT IT BETTER HAPPEN
AWFULLY SOON
BECAUSE THE CLOCK'S TICKING.
[ GROANS ]
SLOWLY BUT SURELY STARTING
TO LOSE THE BATTLE HERE.
Narrator:
THE FISHING HASN'T IMPROVED
AND NEITHER HAS
THE MOOD ON DECK.
Soper: MAYBE A LITTLE
ICE-BUSTING PARTY
WILL RAISE EVERYBODY'S SPIRITS!
I DON'T KNOW. I SEE
A FULL RACK OF BAIT UP THERE.
WAIT 30 POTS
AND GET THAT SHOT LATER, OKAY?
THEY ASK HIM
TO DO SOMETHING,
HE [BLEEP] DOES THE EXACT
OPPOSITE, YOU KNOW?
I THINK HE KNOWS IT ALL,
SO I'M NOT GONNA ASK HIM
TO DO ANYTHING ANYMORE.
GONNA LET HIM DO IT ON HIS OWN
AND SEE IF HE DOES KNOW IT ALL.
I DON'T REALLY KNOW
WHAT'S GOING ON.
I THINK PROBABLY
JUST A BIT OF FRUSTRATION.
EVERYBODY'S TIRED.
IT'S COLD OUT.
IT'S NOT VERY ENJOYABLE
RIGHT NOW.
I'LL TELL YOU WHAT'S GOING ON,
I'M TRYING TO GET HIM
TO HAVE MORE THAN ONE BAIT
SET UP AT THE TABLE,
'CAUSE I CAN WORK ON THE BAIT
FASTER THAN HE CAN.
HE DOESN'T --
[BLEEP] [BLEEP]
ALL RIGHT.
I'M RUNNING SOME [BLEEP] BAIT.
YOU'RE IN THE WAY, OKAY?
[BLEEP]
IF HE PUSHES ME AGAIN [BLEEP]
[BLEEP] GONNA HIT THE FAN.
THE KIDS
JUST HAD A LITTLE DUSTUP,
AND THEY HAVEN'T
BEEN TOO FRIENDLY
WITH EACH OTHER RECENTLY.
BUT YOU KNOW WHAT?
I DON'T WANT TO KNOW WHAT IT IS.
ALL THEY NEED TO KNOW,
AND HOPEFULLY SOMEBODY
WILL INFORM THEM OF THE FACT,
THAT, YOU KNOW,
IF FISTS START FLYING,
BAGS START PACKING ON THIS BOAT.
I DO NOT TOLERATE THAT.
Narrator: SINCE OCTOBER'S
KING CRAB SEASON...
THE CRAB FLEET HAS ENDURED
NEARLY EIGHT WEEKS
OF PURE TORTURE.
WHOA!
MISERY IS PART OF THE JOB!
THEY'VE TOILED
THROUGH EPIC STORMS --
WITH MOTHER NATURE...
AND EACH OTHER.
FAMILY BONDS
WERE PUT TO THE TEST.
DON'T WANT TO [BLEEP]
ASK ANYBODY ANYTHING!
NOW, AS DREAMS
OF HOME AND FAMILY
BECOME CLOSER TO A REALITY,
CAPTAINS AND CREWS
STOP AT NOTHING
TO FIGHT THROUGH THE PAIN
AND SLEEPLESS NIGHTS.
BERING SEA DEMENTIA.
EVERY CRAB FISHERMAN
THAT'S A REAL CRAB FISHERMAN
WILL EXPERIENCE IT QUITE OFTEN.
GOT TO START FEELING A LITTLE...
[ WHISTLES ]
[ LAUGHS ]
HY-Y-Y-Y-Y-AH!
CAVEMAN CATCH CRAB!
JUST DON'T STICK ON ALL FOURS
FOR A COUPLE MONTHS.
THE SYMPTOMS FOR
BERING SEA DEMENTIA CONSIST OF
NOT THINKING PROPERLY...
[ LAUGHTER ]
OH! [BLEEP]
[BLEEP]
UH-OH.
NOT LOOKING SO GOOD.
HE CAN'T GET OUT.
[ LAUGHS ]
[ LAUGHS ]
...NO SLEEP...
[ LAUGHTER ]
[ GRUNTING ]
I LIKE TO HIDE IN HERE
SOMETIMES.
...TOO MUCH WORK...
WOULDN'T BE
DOING DISHES...
♪ I WOULDN'T BE FISHING,
CUTTING COD, OR DOING DISHES ♪
♪ IF I ONLY HAD A BRAIN ♪
I GOT TO DANCE, I GOT TO --
JUST GOT TO DO SOMETHING.
LIKE, WHAT?!
[ LAUGHTER ]
[ LAUGHS ]
...NIGHTMARES
WHILE YOU'RE STILL AWAKE...
1, 2, 3!
...RANDOM THINGS.
ARE YOU TOUGH ENOUGH?
YEAH!
OW! [BLEEP]
[ BOTH LAUGH ]
HEY, LOOK. AN EAGLE.
OW! GOD, DUDE!
[ HUMMING ]
HE'S FROM CANADA.
SOME PEOPLE CALL HIM SLOW.
MENTALLY, NOT PHYSICALLY.
HE'S PRETTY FIT. OW.
COME ON, JAKE, WE INSTALLED
THIS POLE JUST FOR YOU.
JAKE'S GOT SOME MOVES!
YEAH!
JAKE GOT SOME MOVES!
YEAH, HE CAN SHAKE!
[ LAUGHTER ]
THE VAST BERING SEA --
OVER A MILLION SQUARE MILES
OF THE WORLD'S MOST VIOLENT...
AND UNPREDICTABLE WATERS...
AND HOME
OF THE DEADLIEST CATCH --
ALASKAN CRAB.
THAT'S ALL WE'RE
LOOKING FOR THERE.
AFTER BRAVING NEARLY 50 DAYS
OF HARSH WINTER CONDITIONS...
GET OUT OF THE WAY!
...THE OPILIO FLEET
PREPARES FOR AN ONSLAUGHT
OF ICE AND BITTER TEMPERATURES.
Sig: THE BOAT'S
LIKE AN ICE MAGNET.
WORST CASE SCENARIO IS,
SHE CAN ROLL OVER AND SINK.
Narrator:
NOW CAPTAINS HAVE JUST SIX DAYS
TO CATCH, CASH IN,
AND WEIGH OUT...
THE CLOCK'S TICKING, THE SPRAY'S
FREEZING, THE ICE IS CHARGING.
BUT THE WIZARD'S ROCKIN'.
WHOO!
OOH.
Narrator:
...AS THE HUNT CONTINUES
FOR THE DEADLIEST CATCH.
CAPTIONS PAID FOR BY
DISCOVERY COMMUNICATIONS, LLC
Narrator: 210 MILES
NORTHWEST OF DUTCH HARBOR.
THE 155-FOOT WIZARD
PLIES THROUGH 35-FOOT SEAS.
OH, MAN.
Narrator: AFTER A DAY
HAULING NOTHING BUT BLANKS...
WE CAUGHT ONE CODFISH,
NOT A SINGLE CRAB.
...CAPTAIN KEITH MOVED ALL
OF HIS GEAR TO GREENER PASTURES.
Soper:
WELL, WE RESET EVERYTHING
KIND OF IN A LITTLE BIT
DIFFERENT AREA,
AND THIS IS THE FIRST POT.
IT'S GOT 27 HOURS ON IT.
AND KEEP YOUR FINGERS CROSSED.
WHOO!
YEAH!
[ LAUGHING ]
THAT'S WHAT
WE'RE LOOKING FOR.
WHOO! YEAH!
GOD, IT'S NICE TO SEE POTS
FULL OF CRAB AGAIN.
HERE'S A NICE POT.
IT MAKES EVERYTHING WORTH IT.
WHOO!
BIG.
EVERYBODY LOVES IT
WHEN YOU GOT A TABLEFUL OF CRAB.
Narrator: NOW THAT THE SKIPPER'S
LANDED ON THE CRAB,
THE NEW HORN, COOPER WEATHERBY,
WILL HAVE TO WORK IN OVERDRIVE
AND WITHOUT COMPLAINT...
THAT IS, IF HE WANTS TO
IMPRESS DECK BOSS GARY SOPER.
[ LAUGHS ]
RIGHT ON?
HEY, YOU KNOW?
THIS LINE OF WORK, YOU KNOW,
IT'S NOT FOR THE WEAKHEARTED.
Soper:
THE GIRLS ARE DOING GOOD.
I WOULD BE GIVING THEM
A PAT ON THE BACK,
BUT I DON'T GIVE GREENHORNS
PATS ON THE BACK ANYMORE.
THEY DESERVE...
THE FOOD THAT THEY GET,
AND THAT'S ABOUT IT.
MAYBE WE'LL THROW
A LITTLE SLEEP ON TOP.
IT'S WEARING ON ME.
IT'S COLD OUT HERE. IT'S ICY.
AND WE'RE MOVING UP AND DOWN
LIKE CRAZY, SO...
IT'S LIKE TRYING TO THROW POTS
OFF A ROLLER COASTER.
SEE, YOU TOSS THESE
IN THERE. SEE THAT?
YOU WANT -- OKAY, HOLD ON.
WHEN YOU GET THAT IN THERE...
GIVE THAT A GOOD PU-- SEE ALL
THE SLACK I GOT OUT OF THAT?
BRING IT OVER HERE.
YOU NEED THAT BITE
RIGHT THERE, OKAY?
IN THREE DAYS --
YOU KNOW WHAT? --
COOPER WILL PROBABLY
BE BETTER THAN HE IS TODAY.
Narrator: COOPER MAY NOT
HAVE THE EXPERIENCE YET...
BUT HE WORKS HARD
AND TRIES HARD, SO...
...BUT HE'S GOT THE HUSTLE.
...WE'LL SEE.
90 MILES TO THE NORTHWEST,
THE NORTHWESTERN
HAS SPENT THE LAST 18 HOURS
SKIRTING THE LEAD EDGE
OF THE ICE PACK.
GOT 17 LEFT.
IT'S RIGHT HERE.
CAPTAIN SIG HANSEN HAS BEEN
FORCED OUT OF A CRAB BONANZA
BY A FAST-MOVING,
300-SQUARE-MILE ICE FLOE
THAT'S THREATENING
TO SWALLOW HIS GEAR.
Sig: NOW, WHEN YOU SEE
PANCAKE ICE LIKE THIS,
WHEN YOU SEE
THE FIRST SIGN OF THE STRIPS
AND YOU'VE GOT NORTHERLY WINDS,
I MEAN, IT'S ALMOST
LIKE IT'S TALKING TO YOU,
AND IT'S TELLING YOU, MAN,
"THIS IS YOUR FIRST WARNING.
THIS IS ALL I'M GONNA GIVE YOU,"
YOU KNOW?
"AND IF YOU DON'T DO SOMETHING
RIGHT NOW,
I WILL KICK YOUR ASS."
YOU KNOW? THERE IT IS.
AND I'LL TAKE THE WARNING.
MY NAME'S EDGAR HANSEN.
WELCOME TO MY HELL.
Narrator:
THROUGHOUT THE NIGHT,
SIG'S CREW HAS WORKED
WITHOUT A BREAK.
AND IN BETWEEN
HOURS OF RELENTLESS ICE-BASHING,
THE CREW RACED
TO HAUL AND STACK ON 65 POTS,
ALL THE WHILE ABANDONING
SOME OF THE RICHEST FISHING
THEY HAD SEEN IN YEARS.
Sig: WE'VE BEEN
SETTING THIS THING BACK
SINCE I STARTED MY SEASON,
AND I DON'T THINK I'VE HAD
LESS THAN A 600 AVERAGE
TO 700 AVERAGE
OUT OF THIS AREA ONCE.
Narrator:
NOW, EVEN WITH THE ICE PACK
LESS THAN ONE MILE
FROM SIG'S GEAR,
MOVING THE POTS IS STILL
A HARD PILL TO SWALLOW.
I MEAN, IT SUCKS,
YOU KNOW, LAST TRIP,
WE GOT TO ADD SHOTS
AND MOVE THE GEAR
JUST FOR THE LAST LITTLE BIT,
LAST LITTLE TANK.
THAT'S FISHING, YOU KNOW?
THE ICE IS COMING.
YOU GOT TO GET THEM OUT.
I DON'T FEEL LIKE
SPENDING MY OFF TIME
UP HERE FOR A MONTH,
DIGGING POTS OUT.
OOH.
THE GUYS ARE PRETTY UPSET, MAN.
THEY'RE TRYING TO TAKE IT
WITH A GRAIN OF SALT,
BUT IT'S -- IT'S UPSETTING.
IT'S SADDENING
TO HAVE TO STACK THESE.
Narrator:
THE FIVE-MAN ZOMBIE CREW
IS LOOKING AT ANOTHER
18 HOURS OF WORK
BEFORE THEY CAN HIT THE RACKS
FOR A THREE-HOUR SNOOZE.
Edgar: TICKETS
TO THE PROMISED LAND.
IT'S ONE OF THOSE THINGS.
I'LL SIT THERE AND JUSTIFY IT
AND SECOND-GUESS MYSELF
ALL DAY LONG.
I PROBABLY WILL BE DOING THAT
ALL THE WAY
UNTIL I FINALLY FIND CRAB
OUT ON THE OTHER STUFF
THAT I SET.
THAT'S WHAT'S GONNA HAPPEN.
THAT'S ABOUT 120,000 POUNDS
WE'VE PUT IN THIS BOAT,
GOING THROUGH THOSE 158 POTS.
THAT'S A LOT OF CRAB, MAN.
THAT'S 200 GRAND
IN LESS THAN A DAY.
SHOULD HAVE BEEN
ANOTHER 200 GRAND.
THERE'S GOT TO BE MORE CRAB
OUT THERE.
Narrator:
NEXT ON "DEADLIEST CATCH"...
SHE'S PISSED OFF
OUT THERE.
Narrator: 255 MILES
NORTHWEST OF DUTCH HARBOR,
CORNELIA MARIE RELIEF CAPTAIN
MURRAY GAMRATH
CONTINUES TO PINCH-HIT
FOR PHIL HARRIS.
AND WITH A MONSTER DELIVERY
IN JUST SIX DAYS,
HE'S LOOKING TO HIT A HOME RUN.
DAD, DON'T WORRY ABOUT A THING.
MURRAY IS A [BLEEP] SLAVE
DRIVER, BUT WE LOVE HIM.
WE GOT FAITH IN OUR CAPTAIN
BECAUSE, WHEN IT COMES DOWN
TO THE WIRE, WITHIN THREE DAYS,
IF WE DON'T HAVE
AT LEAST 150,000,
WE'RE GONNA BE HAULING [BLEEP]
NONSTOP, GUARANTEED.
[ LAUGHS ]
EITHER WAYS, WE'RE GONNA
GO PULL ON 180,000 POUNDS
AND BRING IT IN.
YOU KNOW, AND NOW
THE REALITY OF IT HAS HIT HIM,
THAT HE'S NOT COMING BACK
FOR OPIES.
IT'S GOT TO BE
A STRANGE FEELING FOR HIM.
SHE'S PISSED OFF
OUT THERE.
WHOO!
YEAH!
UH-HUH!
WHAT DID I JUST SAY?!
UH-HUH!
Gamrath: IT LOOKS TO ME LIKE
ABOUT A 15- TO 16-FOOT SEA
WITH ABOUT
35 TO STILL 40 KNOTS OF WIND.
[BLEEP] UP.
Narrator: ON THE LAST TRIP,
GREENHORN DAN DECKER
PULLED HIS WEIGHT
AND HELPED THE CREW HAUL IN
THE 152,000 POUNDS THEY NEEDED.
Decker: REMEMBER HOW I SAY
DAY TWO IS HELL?
TODAY IS THAT DAY.
Narrator: BUT FOR THIS TRIP,
MURRAY HAS STACKED THE DECK,
REENLISTING A TRUSTED DECKHAND
AND FRIEND, MARK ANDERSON.
AFTER SURVIVING A NEARLY
FATAL FALL IN THE OFF-SEASON,
MARK IS FINALLY WELL ENOUGH
TO RETURN
TO HIS HOME
ON THE CORNELIA MARIE HYDROS.
[ INDISTINCT SHOUTING ]
BUT THE YEAR HIATUS
HAS LEFT MARK A LITTLE RUSTY.
A SLIGHT MISCALCULATION
SENDS THE 800-POUND POT
SPINNING WILDLY.
YEE-HAW.
THIS IS ONLY HIS THIRD POT
IN A LONG TIME.
SO, HE'S DOING FINE.
THAT'S THE ONE THING
I DIDN'T MISS,
WAS THAT [BLEEP]
SLAPPING OVER THE RAIL.
ROCK 'N' ROLL.
ANOTHER DAY AT THE OFFICE.
Narrator:
40 MILES TO THE NORTH...
ON THE NORTH AMERICAN...
CAPTAIN STEN SKAAR
PREPARES TO HAUL
WHAT COULD BE THE LAST STRING
OF THE SEASON.
WE HAVE ABOUT 20,000 MORE TO GO.
IF THESE NUMBERS KEEP UP,
WE SHOULD BE ABLE TO MAKE IT.
THIS IS THE LAST TIME...
THESE HORNS WILL EXIST.
HERE WE GO.
[ INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS ]
JACKPOT!
[ CHEERING ]
JACKPOT!
THAT LOOKS LIKE ABOUT A 400.
THAT WAS A NICE POT. MAN.
Narrator:
EACH POT CLEARING THE RAIL
BRINGS STEN 700 POUNDS CLOSER
TO HIS QUOTA.
AND IF THE SKIPPER CAN KEEP
THIS AVERAGE OF 465 KEEPERS,
STEN WILL HAVE HIS QUOTA
IN THE NEXT 29 POTS.
BUT WE'RE THAT CLOSE
TO GOING HOME, MAN.
WE JUST WANT TO
GET IT OVER WITH,
GO HOME AND SEE OUR FAMILIES.
Narrator:
WHILE CAPTAIN STEN
HAS PROVEN
HE CAN STILL CATCH THE CRAB...
LOOKS LIKE WE'RE GONNA
BE ON OUR WAY HOME TONIGHT.
Narrator:
...THE JURY IS STILL OUT
FOR 27-YEAR-OLD GREENHORN DEBO.
John: I DON'T REALLY
SEE MUCH IMPROVEMENT.
I HONESTLY DON'T.
HE'S JUST HUFFING AND PUFFING.
HE STILL HASN'T STOPPED SMOKING.
AND, YOU KNOW...
HE'S JUST BREATHING HEAVY,
WHATEVER HE DOES.
[ GRUNTS ]
Labay: I'M NOT USED TO,
LIKE, ALL THIS LABOR, BUT...
I PULL THROUGH.
Narrator:
COMING UP, A LUCKY STREAK...
I WOULD EAT THAT CRAB!
THAT'S HOW NICE THEY ARE!
Narrator:
...TURNS DEADLY.
[ GROANS ]
[BLEEP]
Jake: WATCH OUT!
WATCH OUT!
Narrator: 290 MILES
NORTHWEST OF DUTCH HARBOR,
ON THE NORTHWESTERN...
AFTER A GRUELING
36-HOUR POT-RESCUING MISSION,
CAPTAIN SIG HAS FINISHED MOVING
ALL $100,000 WORTH OF GEAR
TO SAFER GROUNDS.
WE BASICALLY
WENT ON A RESCUE MISSION
TO GET OUR GEAR OUT OF THE ICE.
YOU KNOW, WE'RE TRYING TO STAY
A STEP AHEAD OF THE ICE.
AND I WASN'T TOO CONCERNED
ABOUT WHERE I PUT THE POTS
AS MUCH AS GETTING THE POTS
OUT OF HARM'S WAY.
Narrator:
NOW INSTEAD OF A PROMISED REST,
THE CREW MUST CONTEND
WITH ANOTHER ROUND OF ICE
THAT HAS COMPLETELY ENCASED
THE 125-FOOT NORTHWESTERN.
ADAM IS TRYING TO REMOVE
THE ICE ON OUR TAG PHONE.
WE'VE GOT RECEPTION PROBLEMS
WITH IT.
AND HOPEFULLY,
IT'S JUST AN ICE PROBLEM.
Edgar: GET A LITTLE WEIGHT
OFF THE BLOCK.
THE BLOCK WEIGHS PROBABLY
TWICE AS MUCH AS IT SHOULD.
EVERY OUNCE OF WATER
THAT HITS THIS BOAT,
THE SPRAY THAT WE MAKE,
IT STICKS LIKE GLUE.
THE BOAT'S LIKE AN ICE MAGNET.
AND ALL THAT ICE WEIGHS A LOT.
AND THAT'S THE DANGER --
THE BOAT BECOMES TOP-HEAVY.
WORST-CASE SCENARIO IS,
SHE CAN ROLL OVER AND SINK.
THIS IS WHEN FISHING
IS PROBABLY AT ITS WORST.
WE WENT THROUGH OUR GEAR,
RESET IT,
AND NOW WE'RE GONNA
PICK THE FIRST STRING.
WE SET EVERYTHING
IN THE BLIND, SO...
IT SHOULD BE INTERESTING.
MAYBE WE'LL GET LUCKY AGAIN,
BUT NOW THAT I SAID THAT,
I'LL PROBABLY JINX MYSELF, HUH?
I'LL JUST SHUT UP.
OKAY, FIRST POT COMING UP.
BRING IT UP!
HA HA! WHOO-HOO!
AH, THERE'S SOME LIFE IN IT.
GIVE ME A TURN!
IT'S ALL RIGHT.
HE'LL GET HIS.
HOW DOES IT LOOK?
GOOD!
THEY LOOK PRETTY GOOD?
THEY SEEM A LITTLE DARK.
ARE THEY?
LITTLE BIT.
LITTLE BIT?
THERE'S NOTHING WRONG
WITH THAT CRAB.
IT'S PERFECT.
NO PROBLEM.
OVER 500 IN THE FIRST POT
IS A GOOD SIGN.
REAL GOOD.
THAT WAS NICE.
FIRST POT'S ALWAYS GOOD.
THIS POT'S GOOD. WE'RE IN 'EM.
AAH!
THANK YOU VERY MUCH!
Narrator: CALL IT SKILL
OR CALL IT JUST PLAIN DUMB LUCK,
BUT CAPTAIN SIG
IS BACK ON THE CRAB.
I WOULD --
I WOULD EAT THAT CRAB!
THAT'S HOW NICE THEY ARE!
Sig:
I STILL NEED TO TOP OFF
THE FIRST TWO TANKS
THAT WE HAD FILLED,
AND THEN WE'RE GOING
INTO OUR THIRD TANK,
AND SO THE BOAT'S
GONNA GET REAL HEAVY AGAIN.
AND WITH THE AMOUNT OF ICE
THAT WE'RE COLLECTING,
YOU KNOW, IT JUST MAKES THINGS
A LITTLE MORE DIFFICULT.
[ GRUNTS ]
Narrator:
AS THE POT COMES UP,
EDGAR SPOTS A WEAKNESS
IN THE LINE.
[BLEEP]
[BLEEP]
WATCH OUT!
WATCH OUT!
Sig:
DAMN IT! DAMN IT!
I JUST SAID IT, TOO --
"WE'RE GONNA LOSE
THAT [BLEEP] POT."
Narrator:
TO SAVE THE POT
AND PREVENT ANY POSSIBLE INJURY
TO THE CREW...
WATCH OUT!
WATCH OUT!
...EDGAR QUICKLY GRABS
THE SLACK IN THE LINE
AND TOSSES IT OVERBOARD,
LEAVING HIM JUST SECONDS
TO THROW THE TAIL END
INTO THE BLOCK.
I HEARD "WATCH OUT," AND I RAN.
I DIDN'T EVEN SEE IT.
I THOUGHT IT WAS IN THE AIR.
DID YOU SEE ME JUMP?!
WHOO-HOO-HOO!
BRIDLE SNAPPED?
YEP!
WELL, NO WONDER.
WE GOT TOO MUCH CRAB IN THE POT.
[ INDISTINCT SHOUTING ]
THERE WAS ONLY ONE SIDE
OF THAT BRIDLE HOLDING THE POT.
SO WE GOT TO HOOK THE HOOK UP
INSIDE THE POT.
IF HE CAN HOOK THE HOOK
IN THE CROSSBAR,
THEN THE POT
WILL COME UP STRAIGHT.
AND I CAN'T REALLY TURN THE BOAT
SUPER-HARD WHEN THAT HAPPENS
'CAUSE I JUST ADD MORE DRAG.
I DON'T WANT TO SNAP THE OTHER
SIDE OF IT, LOSING THE POT.
OH, THEY GOT IT.
[ LAUGHS ]
I THOUGHT IT WAS COMING
ON BOARD.
I CALLED IT, TOO!
I KNEW IT!
Narrator:
COMING UP...
IT'S JUDGMENT DAY
ON THE NORTH AMERICAN.
I KIND OF TALKED IT OVER
WITH THE GUYS, AND, UH...
AND LATER...
I WILL NOT BE SHAKING
THIS ONE!
...A GREENHORN
CAN'T CATCH A BREAK.
CLEAN IT OUT!
I'M GONNA STACK IT OUT!
Narrator:
250 MILES NORTH OF DUTCH HARBOR,
THE 113-FOOT TIME BANDIT
PLOWS THROUGH 30-FOOT SEAS.
WATCH OUT, WATCH OUT,
WATCH OUT, WATCH OUT, RUN!
YEP, THAT'S WHAT
I'M [BLEEP] TALKING ABOUT.
I JUST CALLED A VERY BIG WAVE
THAT HIT THIS BOAT.
YEAH, THAT WOULD HAVE
HURT SOMEONE REALLY, REALLY BAD.
Narrator: AFTER A NIGHT
PULLING 15,000 POUNDS
OF FEMALES AND JUVENILES...
WE GOT TO GET ON OUT OF HERE.
Narrator: ...CAPTAIN ANDY
MOVED ALL 110 OF HIS POTS
ONTO NEW, UNTESTED GROUNDS.
Andy: THE BOYS KNOW THEY HAVE
TWO DAYS OF JUST NOT SLEEPING.
WE'RE GONNA SLAM
100,000 POUNDS ON THEM HERE,
JAM TO TOWN, COME BACK,
STACK ALL THE GEAR ON,
AND GO HOME,
CALL OUR SEASON.
JUST SHOW ME
THE WAY HOME, MAN.
Narrator:
NOW, COME HELL OR HIGH WATER,
CAPTAIN ANDY
PLANS TO GRIND HIS CREW
UNTIL THE BOAT IS PLUGGED.
OH, YEAH!
[ CHUCKLES ]
LOOKS ALL RIGHT.
LOOKS LIKE
THEY'RE ALL KEEPERS IN THERE.
COME ON, BABY!
ABOUT 400, MAYBE.
I CAN'T WAIT
TO NOT SORT ANOTHER CRAB.
MY CHEEKS ARE FROZEN.
320!
320.
Narrator: THE FIRST POT
SHOWS DECENT NUMBERS...
KIND OF GETTING TIRED OF IT.
OH, WELL.
JUST A LITTLE
BIT LONGER, I GUESS.
...BUT DECENT
WON'T MAKE THE DEADLINE.
WE KIND OF HAVE A BIG WAVE,
SO WATCH OUT.
OH, IT'S OUT OF THE BLOCK!
GET IT OFF YOUR HEAD!
WHOA!
WHOO!
THAT WAS SERIOUS
[BLEEP]
THAT'S BAD.
THAT WAS SCARY.
THAT WAS [BLEEP] SCARY.
SEE THAT? LOOK AT THAT.
NERVES OF STEEL.
Narrator:
SHEA REACTS QUICKLY
AND TOSSES THE 2-INCH LINE
OFF HIS NECK.
WE WERE INCHES OR SECONDS AWAY
FROM COMPLETE DISASTER,
WHO KNOWS HOW CLOSE IT WAS.
THE WAVE WENT DOWN,
LIKE, PROBABLY 20 FEET.
IT PULLED ON THE POT SO TIGHT,
IT BLEW IT
OUT OF THE BLOCK RIGHT THERE,
THREW IT 7 FEET
ABOVE SHEA'S HEAD.
Scott: I WOULD HAVE BEEN
RIGHT THERE TO HELP HIM,
BUT I WAS TRYING TO FIX
THIS FRICKING KNOT FOR HIM.
Long: IT'S LIKE SCOTTY WANTS
MORE MONEY, SO HE'S LIKE,
"WELL, IF WE LOSE A GUY,
THAT'S A LITTLE BIT
HIGHER PERCENTAGE."
DEFINITELY WAS NOT
TRYING TO HURT SHEA.
[ LAUGHS ]
YOU CAN'T HURT STEEL, MAN.
LUCKILY, SHEA IS
ON TOP OF HIS GAME
AND THREW IT BACK IN THE BLOCK
BEFORE HE GOT SNAPPED IN HALF.
ALL RIGHT, I'M GONNA GO
CHANGE MY SHORTS.
I'LL BE BACK IN A SECOND.
Narrator: WITH ANOTHER DISASTER
NARROWLY AVERTED,
THE TIME BANDIT
HAS JUST 36 HOURS
TO CATCH AND DELIVER ANOTHER
190,000 POUNDS OF OPILIO CRAB.
BACK IN DUTCH, 280 MILES
FROM THE FISHING GROUNDS,
AFTER A 30-HOUR STEAM,
THE NORTH AMERICAN
FINALLY ROUNDS PRIEST ROCK.
THAT'LL BE IT FOR OPILIO 2008.
DONE.
Narrator: FOR THE CREW,
THE RETURN TO PORT
MARKS THE END OF A LONG,
GRUELING SEASON.
AND WITHOUT THE DISTRACTIONS
OF THE BERING SEA,
DECKHAND DAVIN NES NOW
FACES LIFE WITHOUT HIS BROTHER.
I FEEL LIKE HE'S ALWAYS
GONNA BE A PART OF ME,
'CAUSE JEFF AND I WERE --
WE WERE TIGHT.
WE WERE REALLY CLOSE.
Narrator: DAVIN LOST
HIS YOUNGER BROTHER, JEFF,
AFTER HE FELL
FROM A STACK OF POTS
AT THE BEGINNING OF THE SEASON.
Nes: YOU KNOW,
STEN AND THE BOYS
DEDICATED THIS SEASON
TO MY BROTHER, JEFF,
WHICH I THOUGHT
WAS A REALLY SPECIAL THING.
IT'S BEEN
ONE OF THE HARDEST THINGS
I'VE EVER HAD TO GO THROUGH.
AND I DON'T THINK
I'LL STILL GET OVER IT.
I DON'T THINK
I'LL EVER GET OVER IT.
I MISS THAT GUY DEARLY.
DAVIN'S BEEN NOTHING BUT
A SOLID FOUNDATION ON THIS BOAT.
JEFF WOULD BE VERY PROUD OF HIM.
BUT FROM WHAT I'VE SEEN NOW,
HE'S BEEN LOOKING OVER US
AND AFTER US.
THIS SEASON'S FOR YOU.
Narrator: AS THE PROCESSOR
BEGINS HAULING OFF
THE 115,000 POUNDS OF OPIES,
DOWN IN THE GALLEY,
THE SKIPPER CALLS A MEETING
TO DECIDE THE GREENHORN'S FATE.
[ INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS ]
A GREAT GUY TO BE AROUND,
BUT IT'S JUST A DIFFERENT WORLD.
HE DOESN'T HAVE WHAT IT TAKES
TO BE A CRAB FISHERMAN.
IF THE CHIPS CAME DOWN
AND THINGS GOT TOUGH,
AS WE KNOW THEY CAN,
HE'S NOT THE MAN
I WANT ON DECK.
I VOTE NO.
Narrator: THE GREENHORN'S FUTURE
NOW LIES IN THE SKIPPER'S HANDS.
THIS ISN'T CUT OUT FOR
EVERYBODY, THIS KIND OF WORK.
I'VE KIND OF TALKED IT OVER
WITH THE GUYS,
AND YOU WON'T BE RETURNING
FOR REDS.
OKAY.
BUT TAKE THIS EXPERIENCE
AND LEARN FROM IT
AND APPLY IT TO WHATEVER
YOU DO IN YOUR LIFE.
YOU FISHED
IN THE BERING SEA.
EXACTLY.
AND THAT'S WHY YOU GOT THE
SWEATSHIRT FOR YOUR BIRTHDAY.
RIGHT ON, MAN.
THAT'S ALL I WANTED, TOO.
I WANTED TO DO THIS.
MY BROTHER DID IT.
BUT, YOU KNOW,
IT'S JUST SOMETHING THAT --
YOU KNOW, IT'S NOT FOR ME.
AND THERE WAS TIMES
IT WAS TOUGH AS HELL, YOU KNOW?
BUT THE CAPTAIN IS RIGHT,
YOU KNOW,
ABOUT NOT WANTING ME
TO COME BACK FOR REDS.
IT'S AN AWESOME FEELING KNOWING
THAT I CRABBED WITH THE BEST.
AND NOBODY CAN TAKE THAT AWAY.
MAN, THAT'S AWESOME.
Narrator: COMING UP,
A WINTER WIZARD FREEZE.
THE CLOCK'S TICKING,
THE SPRAY'S FREEZING,
THE ICE IS CHARGING.
YOU KNOW, THIS IS THE WORST PART
OF OUR JOB RIGHT HERE.
Narrator: 210 MILES
NORTHWEST OF DUTCH HARBOR.
DURING LAST NIGHT'S STORM,
FREEZING SPRAY
COATED THE 155-FOOT WIZARD
WITH NEARLY 6 TONS OF ICE.
YOU KNOW, THIS IS THE WORST PART
OF OUR JOB RIGHT HERE,
AS FAR AS I'M CONCERNED.
EVERY TIME WE MAKE THAT RUN
BACK UP THE HILL,
WE PUT A BUNCH OF ICE
ON THE BOAT,
AND THE ICE HAS TO COME OFF
ON THE WAY DOWN.
WE'RE TRYING TO GET THIS DONE
AS QUICKLY AS POSSIBLE
SO WE CAN GO BACK,
LOAD THE BOAT,
HEAD TO ST. PAUL,
AND CALL THIS TRIP DONE.
IT'S [BLEEP] UP.
YOU GOT TO DO IT, THOUGH, MAN.
Narrator: IT'S BEEN NEARLY
FOUR MONTHS OF PURE TORTURE
FOR THE BROKEN CREW.
EVERYONE IS MISERABLE.
THAT IS,
EVERYONE BUT THE NEW HORN.
YES, IT'S QUITE FUN.
AND HE PROBABLY DOESN'T
EVEN KNOW ANY BETTER.
THIS FRESH AIR AND --
HIS DEFINITION OF FUN
IS NOT ANYTHING CLOSE
TO MY DEFINITION OF FUN.
ABOUT THE GOOFIEST [BLEEP]
IN THE BERING SEA RIGHT NOW.
DRUGS, SEX, AND ROCK 'N' ROLL
IS MY DEFINITION OF FUN,
AND THIS GUY LIKES BEATING ICE
AND CALLS THAT FUN.
I'D RATHER BE [BLEEP]
Colburn:
A NEVER-ENDING BATTLE,
BUT I THINK THIS BATTLE
MAY BE GETTING CLOSE TO A CLOSE
BECAUSE I KNOW THOSE TANKS ARE
GETTING AWFULLY CLOSE RIGHT NOW.
WE'VE GOT TO BE REAL CLOSE
TO FILLING THIS BOAT.
Narrator: AS KEITH
APPROACHES THE NEXT STRING,
THE MEN CAN FINALLY
GET BACK TO BUSINESS.
LET'S GO CRABBING,
BOYS! WHOO!
THERE'S MONEY!
THERE'S MONEY!
HERE'S WHAT IT'S ALL ABOUT!
THEY CAN FEEL IT. THEY KNOW IT.
THEY KNOW WE'RE THERE, MAN.
THEY KNOW WE'RE LIKE RIGHT,
RIGHT ON IT.
YEAH! WHOO!
I MEAN, EVEN THOUGH
THE CLOCK'S TICKING,
THE SPRAY'S FREEZING,
THE ICE IS CHARGING,
YOU KNOW, THE GUYS
ARE CHIPPING AND STACKING,
BUT THE WIZARD'S ROCKIN'.
THIS IS A LOT BETTER.
WHOO!
JUST CAPPED OFF
THE STARBOARD AFT
AND ABOUT TO CAP OFF
THE STARBOARD FORWARD TANKS.
THREE OF THE WIZARD'S
FOUR 30,000-GALLON TANKS
ARE TOPPED OFF.
HEY, SOPER, STAND BY.
I'M COMING OUT AGAIN.
OH, I THOUGHT YOU SAID
IT WAS THREE RIBS.
IT'S NOT THREE RIBS.
THREE RUNGS, I MEANT.
OH, THREE RUNGS
ON THE LADDER.
OH, WE'LL GET HER
IN NO TIME FLAT.
GOOD JOB, GUYS.
GOOD JOB.
RIGHT ON, MAN.
OHH!
HEY!
DON'T TOUCH THE CAPTAIN!
[ LAUGHS ]
ONE MORE HIGH FIVE.
HERE WE GO, LYNN.
RIGHT ON, GUYS.
RIGHT ON.
MAN DOWN! MAN DOWN!
PUT THE WHAMMY
TO THE PORT AFT, OKAY?
ALMOST THERE.
Colburn: THESE LAST 50 OR
60 POTS, THAT SHOULD DO IT.
WE'RE THAT CLOSE TO BEING FULL.
4-4-0.
Narrator: THE CREW
HAS STUFFED THE LAST 10 POTS
IN THE PORT AFT TANKS.
BUT FOR SOME REASON,
THE HOLDS WON'T FILL UP.
LITTLE DISAPPOINTING.
WE WERE HOPING TO HAVE
HAD THEM FILLED BY NOW.
BUT WE'LL GET THERE.
UH-OH.
I CAN'T EVER REMEMBER
THE LAST TIME THESE TANKS
WOULD JUST KEEP GOING
AND GOING AND GOING LIKE THIS.
I KNOW THESE GUYS HAVE GOT TO
BE GETTING FRUSTRATED, TOO.
I MEAN, THE TANKS HAVE BEEN LIKE
THAT FAR FROM THE TOP FOREVER.
Narrator:
115 MILES TO THE NORTHEAST,
THE TIME BANDIT CREW CONTINUES
THEIR FOUR-DAY
POT-PULLING MARATHON.
ECHO IN HIS HEAD.
WITH DECENT NUMBERS
CLEARING THE RAIL,
CAPTAIN ANDY IS SHOWING
NO SIGNS OF STOPPING.
WE'RE GONNA GO ALL NIGHT
TILL WE'RE DONE.
WE'RE NOT EVEN HALFWAY THERE,
SO WE GOT A LONG WAYS TO GO.
Neal: I DON'T KNOW
WHAT THE AMOUNTS ARE.
I'M JUST HAULING GEAR
TILL THEY SAY, "LET'S GO IN."
WANT TO GET THESE POTS ON BOARD
SO I CAN GO TAKE A NAP.
Narrator: ALTHOUGH THE CREW
HAS SLAVED WITHOUT A BREAK
FOR NEARLY 20 HOURS...
IT'S NOT HARD
TO MAKE CAPTAIN CRY.
...THEY CAN ALL LOOK FORWARD
TO ANOTHER 48 HOURS
BEFORE THEY CAN
CALL IT A DAY.
Neal:
THE WEATHER RIGHT NOW
IS BLOWING APPROXIMATELY
30 KNOTS OF WIND,
AND THE TEMPERATURE
AT THE MOMENT
IS APPROXIMATELY
30 DEGREES.
AS THE CREW GRINDS ON,
SCOTTY BEGINS CALLING
HIS OWN PERSONAL BREAKS.
I DON'T KNOW HOW MANY POTS
WE'VE PULLED -- 1, 2, 40.
CAN'T KEEP TRACK.
Narrator: THE HEIR APPARENT
SWOOPS BACK IN...
FLY IN, FLY OUT.
...JUST IN TIME TO HELP OUT
WITH THE LAST FEW POTS.
WHAT'S WRONG WITH FLYING IN
AND FLYING OUT?
I GUESS NOTHING
IF YOU'RE THE GUY
FLYING IN AND FLYING OUT.
THAT'S RIGHT.
THAT IS THE BEST JOB.
ONE DAY, SHEA, YOU'LL BE GOOD
ENOUGH TO DO THAT YOURSELF.
THAT'S HOW CAPTAINS' SONS
GET TO DO IT.
I DON'T KNOW,
NOT LIKE THE REST OF US,
HAVE TO PROVE OURSELVES,
GET HIRED,
POSSIBILITY
OF GETTING FIRED.
WORK MY ASS OFF.
YOU KNOW, SHEA,
IF YOU WEREN'T SO TALL,
YOU PROBABLY WOULDN'T FALL DOWN
SO MANY TIMES.
SON OF A [BLEEP]
HILLSTRAND OR NO HILLSTRAND,
THERE'S NOT MUCH SYMPATHY
UP IN THE WHEELHOUSE.
I'M JUST AS TIRED AS THEY ARE.
THEY AREN'T BITCHING.
Narrator: THE CORNELIA MARIE
AND THE EARLY DAWN
ARE GAINING
ON THE WIZARD'S NUMBERS.
Narrator: 240 MILES
NORTHWEST OF DUTCH HARBOR,
ABOARD THE WIZARD,
LOUSY WEATHER
PLUS MEDIOCRE FISHING
ARE ADDING UP
TO ONE GRUMPY DECK BOSS...
I WILL NOT
BE SHAKING THIS.
CLEAN IT OUT.
I'M GONNA STACK IT OUT.
...AND ONE
MISERABLE GREENHORN.
I WILL NOT BE SHAKING
THIS ONE!
PULL THE HOOK DOWN,
CLEAN IT OUT, STACK IT OUT.
IT'S [BLEEP] RIGHT HERE.
I WILL NOT BE SHAKING
THIS ONE!
PULL THE HOOK DOWN, CLEAN IT
OUT, I'M GONNA STACK IT OUT!
[BLEEP]
WELL, I HEARD HIM SAY IT
[BLEEP] FIVE TIMES.
[BLEEP]
HE'S FREAKING OUT.
THAT'S NOT
HOW LYNNY DOES IT!
THAT'S HOW LYNNY'S SISTER
DOES IT!
LYNN, GO GET ME A SMOKE!
THAT'S A GOOD GIRL.
I GOT SOPER
BREATHING DOWN MY NECK
EVERY [BLEEP]
LITTLE MISTAKE I MAKE,
AND HE'S YELLING AT ME.
I'VE BEEN GETTING ON LYNN
BECAUSE HE JUST IS,
LIKE, PERMANENTLY STONED.
HE CAN'T REMEMBER ANYTHING.
I GOT A LOT OF PRESSURE ON ME,
IT SEEMS LIKE.
Narrator:
ANOTHER BRUTAL OPILIO SEASON
IS COMING DOWN TO THE WIRE
FOR THE WIZARD,
IF KEITH'S CREW CAN KEEP FROM
KILLING EACH OTHER.
WHOA, WHOA.
WE JUST FILLED THREE OF THE FOUR
TANKS, AND ALL WE HAVE TO DO NOW
IS TOP OFF THE FOURTH ONE,
AND WE'RE DONE.
BEYOND BEING BEHIND SCHEDULE,
LOSING TIME, CRAB SUCKS,
AND THE BOAT'S
TAKING A BUNCH OF ICE,
UH...IT'S NOT A BAD DAY.
Narrator: KEITH NEEDS
HIS CREW TO HOLD ON LONG ENOUGH
TO TOP OFF ONE MORE TANK.
BUT RIGHT NOW,
THAT TANK IS A BOTTOMLESS PIT.
Colburn:
I'M GETTING FRUSTRATED.
I THOUGHT LAST STRING, FOR SURE,
WE WERE GONNA CHOKE OFF
THAT PORT FORWARD TANK.
Narrator:
ON THE DECK OF A CRAB BOAT,
FOUL MOODS BLOW IN
WITH FOUL WEATHER.
AND EVEN BETWEEN GREENHORNS,
CRAB ROLLS DOWNHILL.
LYNN OFF-LOADS HIS FRUSTRATION
ON THE NEW HORN,
COOPER WEATHERBY.
I'M DOING MY JOB OUT HERE.
I MEAN, I'M KILLING RIGHT NOW.
THINGS ARE MOVING QUICK,
EVERYTHING'S BEING DONE,
EVERYTHING'S ON TASK.
COOPER'S DOING PRETTY GOOD.
I DON'T WANT TO SPEAK TOO SOON.
I THINK LYNN
IS KIND OF THINKING,
"WOW, I BETTER STEP UP."
ALL RIGHT, NOW HE'S NOT
REALLY PAYING ANY ATTENTION
TO WHAT I SAY.
HE'S TRYING TO DO
BASICALLY THE OPPOSITE,
AND MAKE MY LIFE HELL
RIGHT NOW.
I'M KIND OF MISSING MOI
RIGHT NOW.
ME AND MOI, WE KIND OF COULD
LOOK AT EACH OTHER AND KNEW --
WE KNEW
WHAT WE HAD TO DO FOR BAIT.
IT'S TOO BAD THAT HE GOT FIRED,
AT LEAST FOR MY SAKE.
BUT HE'S BEEN HERE
LONGER THAN I HAVE, SO...
WE'LL GO WITH HIS -- HIS SHOTS.
Narrator: AFTER AN 18-HOUR
OVERNIGHT GRIND,
THE BOTTOMLESS LAST TANK
STILL ISN'T TOPPED OFF.
Colburn: YOU KNOW, THE NUMBERS
HAVE DROPPED OFF A LITTLE BIT,
AND THOSE TANKS
ARE JUST REFUSING TO FILL UP.
AND I DON'T KNOW
WHEN IT'S GONNA HAPPEN,
BUT IT BETTER HAPPEN
AWFULLY SOON
BECAUSE THE CLOCK'S TICKING.
[ GROANS ]
SLOWLY BUT SURELY STARTING
TO LOSE THE BATTLE HERE.
Narrator:
THE FISHING HASN'T IMPROVED
AND NEITHER HAS
THE MOOD ON DECK.
Soper: MAYBE A LITTLE
ICE-BUSTING PARTY
WILL RAISE EVERYBODY'S SPIRITS!
I DON'T KNOW. I SEE
A FULL RACK OF BAIT UP THERE.
WAIT 30 POTS
AND GET THAT SHOT LATER, OKAY?
THEY ASK HIM
TO DO SOMETHING,
HE [BLEEP] DOES THE EXACT
OPPOSITE, YOU KNOW?
I THINK HE KNOWS IT ALL,
SO I'M NOT GONNA ASK HIM
TO DO ANYTHING ANYMORE.
GONNA LET HIM DO IT ON HIS OWN
AND SEE IF HE DOES KNOW IT ALL.
I DON'T REALLY KNOW
WHAT'S GOING ON.
I THINK PROBABLY
JUST A BIT OF FRUSTRATION.
EVERYBODY'S TIRED.
IT'S COLD OUT.
IT'S NOT VERY ENJOYABLE
RIGHT NOW.
I'LL TELL YOU WHAT'S GOING ON,
I'M TRYING TO GET HIM
TO HAVE MORE THAN ONE BAIT
SET UP AT THE TABLE,
'CAUSE I CAN WORK ON THE BAIT
FASTER THAN HE CAN.
HE DOESN'T --
[BLEEP] [BLEEP]
ALL RIGHT.
I'M RUNNING SOME [BLEEP] BAIT.
YOU'RE IN THE WAY, OKAY?
[BLEEP]
IF HE PUSHES ME AGAIN [BLEEP]
[BLEEP] GONNA HIT THE FAN.
THE KIDS
JUST HAD A LITTLE DUSTUP,
AND THEY HAVEN'T
BEEN TOO FRIENDLY
WITH EACH OTHER RECENTLY.
BUT YOU KNOW WHAT?
I DON'T WANT TO KNOW WHAT IT IS.
ALL THEY NEED TO KNOW,
AND HOPEFULLY SOMEBODY
WILL INFORM THEM OF THE FACT,
THAT, YOU KNOW,
IF FISTS START FLYING,
BAGS START PACKING ON THIS BOAT.
I DO NOT TOLERATE THAT.
Narrator: SINCE OCTOBER'S
KING CRAB SEASON...
THE CRAB FLEET HAS ENDURED
NEARLY EIGHT WEEKS
OF PURE TORTURE.
WHOA!
MISERY IS PART OF THE JOB!
THEY'VE TOILED
THROUGH EPIC STORMS --
WITH MOTHER NATURE...
AND EACH OTHER.
FAMILY BONDS
WERE PUT TO THE TEST.
DON'T WANT TO [BLEEP]
ASK ANYBODY ANYTHING!
NOW, AS DREAMS
OF HOME AND FAMILY
BECOME CLOSER TO A REALITY,
CAPTAINS AND CREWS
STOP AT NOTHING
TO FIGHT THROUGH THE PAIN
AND SLEEPLESS NIGHTS.
BERING SEA DEMENTIA.
EVERY CRAB FISHERMAN
THAT'S A REAL CRAB FISHERMAN
WILL EXPERIENCE IT QUITE OFTEN.
GOT TO START FEELING A LITTLE...
[ WHISTLES ]
[ LAUGHS ]
HY-Y-Y-Y-Y-AH!
CAVEMAN CATCH CRAB!
JUST DON'T STICK ON ALL FOURS
FOR A COUPLE MONTHS.
THE SYMPTOMS FOR
BERING SEA DEMENTIA CONSIST OF
NOT THINKING PROPERLY...
[ LAUGHTER ]
OH! [BLEEP]
[BLEEP]
UH-OH.
NOT LOOKING SO GOOD.
HE CAN'T GET OUT.
[ LAUGHS ]
[ LAUGHS ]
...NO SLEEP...
[ LAUGHTER ]
[ GRUNTING ]
I LIKE TO HIDE IN HERE
SOMETIMES.
...TOO MUCH WORK...
WOULDN'T BE
DOING DISHES...
♪ I WOULDN'T BE FISHING,
CUTTING COD, OR DOING DISHES ♪
♪ IF I ONLY HAD A BRAIN ♪
I GOT TO DANCE, I GOT TO --
JUST GOT TO DO SOMETHING.
LIKE, WHAT?!
[ LAUGHTER ]
[ LAUGHS ]
...NIGHTMARES
WHILE YOU'RE STILL AWAKE...
1, 2, 3!
...RANDOM THINGS.
ARE YOU TOUGH ENOUGH?
YEAH!
OW! [BLEEP]
[ BOTH LAUGH ]
HEY, LOOK. AN EAGLE.
OW! GOD, DUDE!
[ HUMMING ]
HE'S FROM CANADA.
SOME PEOPLE CALL HIM SLOW.
MENTALLY, NOT PHYSICALLY.
HE'S PRETTY FIT. OW.
COME ON, JAKE, WE INSTALLED
THIS POLE JUST FOR YOU.
JAKE'S GOT SOME MOVES!
YEAH!
JAKE GOT SOME MOVES!
YEAH, HE CAN SHAKE!
[ LAUGHTER ]