Deadliest Catch (2005–…): Season 4, Episode 16 - Deadliest Catch - full transcript

Narrator:
THE VAST BERING SEA.

AFTER MONTHS
OF BATTLING STORMS...

...ROGUE WAVES...
WATCH OUT! RUN!

...ICE...

...AND FATIGUE...

THE OPILIO CRAB SEASON
HURDLES TOWARDS THE FINISH LINE.

NICE!
YEAH!

Narrator: ON THE WIZARD,
CAPTAIN KEITH COLBURN

IS ON THE LAST PUSH
TO STUFF HIS BOAT WITH CRAB.

THIS BOAT'S ALWAYS THIRSTY
FOR MORE CRAB.

Narrator: BUT THE BOAT
IS A BOTTOMLESS PIT.



IT'S NOT FAIR. IN THE END,
IT'S LIKE THE BOAT WINS.

Narrator: AS THE NORTHWESTERN
CLOSES IN ON THEIR CRAB FORTUNE,

A FAMILY SCORE
REMAINS TO BE SETTLED.

HE MESSED WITH ME.
HE MESSED WITH THE WRONG GUY.

Narrator: AND ONCE AGAIN,
THEY PROVE TO BE

A FISHING POWERHOUSE.

WE CAN'T MISS.
OOPS, I TAKE THAT BACK.

Narrator:
ON THE TIME BANDIT,
YOUNG SCOTTIE HILLSTRAND

HAS HIS SIGHTS
SET ON THE WHEEL HOUSE.

BUT FIRST, HE'LL HAVE TO
PROVE HIMSELF ON DECK.

LOOK OUT, LOOK OUT!

WITH CAPTAIN PHIL'S HEALTH
HANGING IN THE BALANCE,

HIS SONS, JAKE AND JOSH,
PRESS ON.

COME HELL OR HIGH WATER,



THE CORNELIA MARIE
MUST CATCH HER QUOTA.

IT'S A BRUTAL CLOSE
TO A BRUTAL SEASON.

WE'RE JUST KILLING OURSELVES.

THE SPRINT FOR THE FINISH LINE
AND AN $80 MILLION CRAB FORTUNE

STARTS NOW.

[ MID-TEMPO ROCK MUSIC PLAYS ]

WHOO!

YEAH!

AAH!

Narrator: 255 MILES
NORTHWEST OF DUTCH HARBOR,

THE CORNELIA MARIE
IS A BOAT UNDER SIEGE.

WITH NEARLY 145,000 POUNDS
OF CRAB STILL TO CATCH,

THE CREW AWAKES TO A DECK
BLANKETED IN BOAT-CRIPPLING ICE,

AND FOR NOW,
FISHING IS AT A STANDSTILL.

AT ONE POINT, YOU'RE PRETTY MUCH

JUST IN SURVIVAL MODE
WITH THIS ICE, YOU KNOW?

JUST TRYING
TO KEEP THE BOAT AFLOAT.

THIS KIND OF WEATHER WILL JUST
SWALLOW UP THE BOAT, YOU KNOW?

[ JACKHAMMER BUZZES ]

[ CLANG ]

[ CRACK ]
OH [BLEEP]

[BLEEP]

Narrator: WITH CAPTAIN PHIL
OUT OF THE GAME,

RELIEF SKIPPER MURRAY GAMRATH
IS RUNNING OUT OF TIME

TO HAUL IN
THE CORNELIA MARIE'S QUOTA.

AND NOW,
AN ALREADY DIFFICULT TASK

IS ABOUT TO BECOME
NEXT TO IMPOSSIBLE.

OKAY.

[ JACKHAMMERING CONTINUES ]

...I'M GONNA BE DELIVERING TO
IN DUTCH HARBOR,

AND I JUST GOT A DATE,

AND IT'S A LITTLE EARLIER
THAN I WAS ACTUALLY HOPING FOR,

AND I'M NOW,
ALL OF A SUDDEN, IN A RACE.

AND IT REALLY KIND OF SUCKS.

Narrator:
THE ICE IS 70% CLEAR.

BUT THAT WILL
HAVE TO BE GOOD ENOUGH.

IT'S SHOWTIME.

NICE.

PROBABLY ABOUT 500 KEEPERS.

Narrator:
THE POT LOOKS PROMISING,

BUT IF THE NEGATIVE-5-DEGREE
TEMPERATURE DROPS,

THEY'LL BE SHUT DOWN AGAIN.

Josh: IT'S KIND OF BORDERLINE
FISHING RIGHT NOW.

IT'S COLD ENOUGH
TO WHERE THE CRAB

CAN START GOING LEG-O EJECT-O,

AND IF THAT HAPPENS,
THEN WE'RE GONNA HAVE TO QUIT

BECAUSE THEN YOU'RE JUST
BASICALLY FISHING POINTLESSLY.

YOU'RE KILLING EVERYTHING
THAT YOU'RE BRINGING ABOARD.

Narrator:
IN SUCH BITTER CONDITIONS,

THE CRAB
CAN LOSE THEIR LEGS AND DIE.

Gamrath:
IF I START SEEING LEGS COMING
OFF WHEN THEY HIT THE TANK,

I'M JUST GONNA SHUT IT DOWN.

Narrator:
NOW THE CREW IS IN A RACE

TO FILL THE BOAT
AND BEAT THE FREEZE.

50 MILES TO THE EAST,

THE NORTHWESTERN
IS STEAMING FULL SPEED

FOR WHAT CAPTAIN SIG HOPES

WILL BE THEIR LAST STRING
OF THE SEASON.

Sig: HOPEFULLY, THERE'S CRAB
HERE IN THESE 50 POTS.

I'M HOPING TO TOP OFF
THE MIDDLE TANK AND BE FULL.

Narrator: THE FOUR-HOUR RUN
GIVES THE CREW DOWNTIME

TO REST AND RECHARGE,

A RARE COMMODITY
ABOARD THE NORTHWESTERN.

[ BUZZING ]

BUT BELOW DECK,
EDGAR HANSEN IS UP TO NO GOOD.

EDGAR'S PASSING UP BUNK TIME

TO RIG UP A SURPRISE
FOR BIG BROTHER SIG.

IN THE HANSEN CLAN,
SIBLING RIVALRY RUNS DEEP.

I'D RATHER JUST WORK UNTIL
MY EYES POP OUT OF MY HEAD

AND THEN SLEEP.

I GUARANTEE YOU,
HE'S GONNA SNAP BEFORE I DO.

EDGAR'S JUST BEING A [BLEEP]

WHEN HE MESSED WITH ME,
HE MESSED WITH THE WRONG GUY.

FAMILY, FRIEND, OR FOE --
IT DON'T MATTER.

Narrator: EDGAR'S PLAN
IS DEVIOUSLY SIMPLE --

DRESS UP
A FULL-SIZE DECK DUMMY...

I'M GONNA PUT
NICK'S JACKET ON THERE

'CAUSE HE SEEMS TO LOVE NICK
MORE THAN HIS OWN BROTHERS.

Narrator: ...THEN CHUCK IT OFF
THE TOP OF THE WHEELHOUSE

TO SCARE THE SKIPPER.

I'M NOT HERE TO MAKE FRIENDS.
I'M HERE TO MAKE MONEY.

Mavar: IT'S ALL GOOD!

I'M GONNA KICK THAT GUY'S ASS --
IMPERSONATING ME.

AT LEAST HE'S SMILING.

WHOO, I'M SWEATING.

Narrator: BUT BEFORE EDGAR
CAN PUT HIS PRANK INTO PLAY,

THE CREW WILL NEED TO
CATCH 17,000 POUNDS

AND FILL THEIR TANKS.

Sig:
RIGHT NOW, WE'RE SO CLOSE,

I FIGURE A 350-CRAB AVERAGE --

IT SHOULD JUST DO IT.
IT SHOULD JUST TOP IT OFF.

Narrator:
WITH ONLY 49 POTS LEFT TO HAUL,

THE COUNTDOWN TO THE END OF THE
NORTHWESTERN'S SEASON BEGINS.

THE CLOCK IS ALSO TICKING DOWN
TO EDGAR'S PRACTICAL JOKE.

BUDDY,
WE'RE GOING DOWN.

COMING UP, THE MYSTERY OF A
BOTTOMLESS CRAB TANK REVEALED.

THAT PORT-AFT'S TANK'S STILL
TAKING POT AFTER POT AFTER POT.

I DON'T KNOW WHAT'S UP WITH IT.

Narrator: 240 MILES
TO THE NORTHWEST OF DUTCH HARBOR

ON THE WIZARD...

CAPTAIN KEITH COLBURN
IS HOPING TO FINISH THE SEASON

WITH ONE FINAL 20-POT STRING.

BUT HE'S GOT A WEARY CREW,
AN ICE-COVERED BOAT,

AND A CRAB TANK
THAT REFUSES TO FILL UP.

I CAN'T BELIEVE I'M WOUND UP

ON THE LAST DAY,
THE LAST STRING OF THE SEASON,

BUT YOU KNOW WHAT,
IF YOU'RE NOT WOUND UP

WHEN YOU'RE TAKING THIS MUCH ICE
ON THE BOAT,

YOU'VE GOT A DEADLINE
THAT YOU'RE FAST APPROACHING --

NOT BEING ABLE TO MAKE --

AND YOU'VE GOT
A 12- TO 18-HOUR RUN

IN SUBSTANTIALLY
NASTY WEATHER...

Narrator:
FOR THE PAST 36 HOURS,
CAPTAIN KEITH'S CREW

HAS STRUGGLED TO FILL
THE BOAT'S PORT-AFT CRAB TANK.

EXHAUSTION SET IN AS POT
AFTER POT WENT INTO THE TANK

WITHOUT MAKING A DENT IN IT.

I DON'T KNOW. MAYBE THERE'S A
HOLE IN THE BOTTOM OF THE BOAT.

GOD, MAN, IT'S NOT FAIR.

IT'S LIKE IN THE END,
IT'S LIKE THE BOAT WINS.

[ Laughing ]
SHE JUST WON'T GIVE IT UP.

THAT PORT-AFT TANK
JUST WON'T GIVE UP, MAN.

THEY'VE STUFFED
THE OTHER THREE TANKS

TO THE POINT WHERE THEY CAN'T
GET ANYTHING ELSE IN THOSE,

AND THAT PORT ONE'S STILL TAKING
JUST POT AFTER POT AFTER POT.

I DON'T KNOW
WHAT'S UP WITH IT.

Narrator: AFTER 135 POTS
AND 70,000 KEEPERS,

THE TANK
IS THE SAME BOTTOMLESS PIT.

ONE MORE POT AFTER THAT ONE,
GUYS, ONE MORE.

LAST ONE,
COMING OVER THE RAIL!

Narrator: IT'S DOWN TO
THE LAST POT ON THE LAST STRING.

WE GOT IT, BOYS!

UH-OH.
DON'T DISAPPEAR AGAIN.

WHAT'S CROSBY
JUMPING UP AND DOWN ABOUT?

OH, IT'S FULL?

Narrator:
THE WEARY WARRIORS FINALLY TOP
OFF THE NEVER-ENDING CRAB HOLD.

LENNY, YOU'RE THE MAN.

RIGHT ON, GUYS.

YES.

ALL RIGHT, GUYS.

[BLEEP]

UGH! THAT IS IT!

[ MEN CHEERING ]

[ LAUGHTER ]

THAT'S IT, GUYS!
WE'RE OUT OF HERE!

YEAH!
YEAH! YEAH!

WHOO!

RIGHT DOWN TO THE WIRE.
LAST POT, SLAM THEM HOME.

NOW, WE'RE GONNA JOINT THIS BABY
RIGHT IN THE DITCH

AND DUMP OFF
ABOUT 425,000 POUNDS OF CRAB.

Narrator:
THE WIZARD CALLS IT A SEASON
JUST IN TIME FOR THEIR DEADLINE,

BUT BY THE TIME
THE CREW ARE BACK INSIDE,

THEIR PORT-AFT TANK
IS NO LONGER STUFFED.

25 MILES TO THE NORTH,

THE NORTHWESTERN REACHES THE END
OF HER FINAL STRING.

Sig: LAST POT COMING UP.

AND I KNOW THEY'VE GOT THE HOOK
READY TO FLAME THAT ON.

I DON'T KNOW
WHO'S GONNA THROW IT, THOUGH,

TO GIVE US GOOD LUCK
FOR THE NEXT SEASON.

LAST POT OF THE SEASON
COMING UP.

IT'S ALL FOR GOOD LUCK.

AND HE GETS IT!

I GUESS THE FUN PART

ABOUT THROWING THAT LAST POT
AND THE FLAMING HOOK --

YOU GOT TO WAIT TILL NEXT SEASON
TO SEE IF IT WORKS.

Mavar: I'M GLAD IT'S OVER.

KILLER SEASON.
EVERYBODY'S HAPPY.

NO MAJOR BREAKDOWNS HERE
AT THE END.

I GOT TWO THINGS
LEFT ON MY AGENDA.

THE FIRST THING IS TO SCARE
THE HELL OUT OF THAT GUY.

THE SECOND IS TO GET SOME SLEEP.

THE FISHING'S HARD ENOUGH.
THEN ADD THE ICE FACTOR INTO IT.

BEAT ME UP THIS TRIP.

WE MOVED A LOT OF GEAR,

AND WE BEAT
A HELL OF A LOT OF ICE.

AND I'M NOT
20 YEARS OLD ANYMORE.

NOW THEY'RE FLAMING THE TABLE.

[ CHUCKLES ]

YEAH, I DON'T THINK MOM
DID A GOOD JOB TEACHING
US NOT TO PLAY WITH...

[ POP ]

...MATCHES WHEN WE WERE KIDS OR
SEAL BOMBS THAT JUST WENT OFF.

[ LAUGHTER ]

[ LAUGHS ]

IF IT'S NOT FIRE, IT'S BOMBS.

[ LAUGHS ]

YOU KNOW, ONE THING ABOUT IT,
THE GUYS HAVE FUN.

THEY CAN WORK THEIR ASS OFF,

AND THEY CAN FREEZE
AND PRACTICALLY BE TORTURED,

BUT AT THE END OF THE DAY,
THE END OF THE SEASON, YOU KNOW,

IF THEY LOOK BACK AND THEY DID
WELL AND THEY HAD FUN DOING IT,

YOU KNOW, IT'S WORTH IT.

THEY GET A PAYCHECK
OUT OF THE DEAL.

THAT'S WHAT IT'S ALL ABOUT.

BUT THEY'VE BEEN TOGETHER SO
LONG THAT IT MAKES IT EASIER,

AND SO YOU CAN HAVE
GOOD TIMES AND BAD TIMES,

BUT I THINK THE GOOD TIMES
OUTWEIGH THE BAD, 10 TO 1.

[ LAUGHING ]

[ THUMPING ]

ARE THEY
DE-ICING THE BOAT NOW?

SIG! OVERBOARD!
YOU OKAY?!

ARE YOU OKAY?!

[ INDISTINCT SHOUTING ]

HOLD ON! HOLD ON!

DAMN IT!

HOLD ON! ARGH!

OHH! OHH! OHH!

OHH!

Sig: [ LAUGHS ]

I COULD TELL IT WAS A DUMMY
RIGHT OFF THE BAT!

DAMN IT!

YOUR GUY'S LEGS
WERE ALL CROOKED!

[ LAUGHS ]

DAMN IT!

[ LAUGHS ]

Mavar: THEY MADE ME DO IT!
YOU CAUGHT 'EM, THOUGH!

I COULD SEE IT WAS A DUMMY

BECAUSE THE LEGS WENT DOWN
ALL CROOKED LIKE THAT.

I GO, "THERE'S NO WAY
THAT'S A PERSON."

[ LAUGHS ]

PIECE OF CRAP!
I HATE YOU!

YOU'RE FIRED!

[ Laughing ] "FIRED."

FOUR HOURS.
I GIVE YOU FOUR HOURS.

YOU GIVE ME THAT?

"A" FOR EFFORT.
"D" FOR EXECUTION.

YOU DON'T DESERVE
TO LIVE!

YOU NEED TO SET THESE THINGS UP.
YOU GOT TO FOCUS.

PRANKS ARE JUST LIKE FISHING,
MAN -- SERIOUS BUSINESS.

CROOKED LEGS, WINDSHIELD, NAH.

Narrator: COMING UP...

WHILE THE CORNELIA MARIE
BATTLES ICE AND A DEADLINE...

WE'VE GOT TO STAY FOCUSED
ON THE TASK AT HAND.

Narrator: ...CAPTAIN PHIL
FIGHTS FOR HIS LIFE.

I HATE THIS.

Narrator: 255 MILES
NORTHWEST OF DUTCH HARBOR,

THE CORNELIA MARIE PLOWS
TOWARDS THE END OF HER SEASON.

AS THE RELIEF SKIPPER
HEADS TO THE LAST STRING,

THE WEARY AND BATTERED CREW
TAKE AN HOUR BREATHER.

THE GUYS ARE WORN OUT.
IT'S BEEN A TOUGH SEASON.

IF YOU DON'T HAVE
A FEW ACHES AND PAINS,

YOU HAVEN'T WORKED
YOUR TAIL OFF.

Narrator:
HARSH WEATHER AND HARD FISHING
ARE EXACTING A TOLL OF PAIN.

JOSH HARRIS
SEVERELY SPRAINED HIS BACK

PUSHING 300-POUND TOTES
ACROSS THE DECK.

AND FREDDY MAUGHTAI IS SUFFERING
FROSTBITE ON HIS EARS.

Maughtai: IT WAS A LOT COLDER
YESTERDAY THAN TODAY --

BUT THE THING, YOU KNOW,
WHEN I WORE THAT HOOD THING,

IT'S JUST ONE OR TWO,

AND THEN IT'S SO HOT ON MY HEAD,
YOU KNOW?

NO, I DON'T WANT TO
LOSE THE TIP OF MY EARS,

AND THEN I'M NOT GONNA GET LAID
FOR THE REST OF MY LIFE,

SO I'LL DEAL
WITH THE HOT AND HEAT.

I'M GONNA TRY HARD TO COVER UP

BECAUSE I DON'T
WANT TO GET MESSED UP.

Narrator: AND TO ROUND OUT
THE LIST OF THE WALKING WOUNDED,

DECKHAND MARK ANDERSON
COPES WITH A SHATTERED PELVIS

AFTER FALLING A FEW STORIES
FROM A LADDER

WHILE DOING REPAIRS ON THE BOAT.

THEY PUT HIS PELVIS BACK
TOGETHER WITH WIRES AND SCREWS.

AND NOW
SOMETHING'S BROKEN LOOSE.

THAT'S HARD-CORE, MAN.

I DON'T KNOW, IT MIGHT BE
A SCREW OR SOMETHING.

I DON'T KNOW.
IT DOESN'T FEEL ALL THAT GOOD.

HE'S GOT A BUNCH OF METAL
IN HIS HIP.

24 SCREWS OR SOMETHING.

ONE OF THEM JUST POPPED OUT.
IT'S ROLLING AROUND IN HIM.

THAT'S WHAT IT LOOKS LIKE.

FEELS LIKE A NEEDLE.

SOMEBODY JABBING
A NEEDLE IN YOU...

ONLY AT CERTAIN TIMES,
WHEN I TURN.

Josh: WHICH IS ALL THE TIME
ON THE BOAT, RIGHT?

YOU GET A WORKOUT ON THIS BOAT

JUST WALKING
FROM THE BACK OF THE BOAT
TO THE FRONT OF THE BOAT,

ESPECIALLY
WHEN YOU'RE TRAVELING.

THE BOAT'S MAKING 10-, 12-,
14-DEGREE PITCHES
ALL THE TIME,

SO IT'S A HARD PLACE TO HEAL.

Narrator: BY NIGHTFALL,
THE CREW RETURNS TO BUSINESS.

WITH THE FINAL DEADLINE
IN JUST TWO DAYS,

THE BATTERED CREW
MUST SUCK UP THE PAIN...

AND GRIND TO THE FINISH.

Mark: COLD, WET, AND MISERABLE.

THE ONLY THING THAT'S
THE BRIGHT SIDE DOING THIS

IS THE AMOUNT OF CRAB
WE'RE GETTING.

Narrator:
WITH A LITTLE LUCK AND ANOTHER
95,000 POUNDS OF CRAB,

THEIR SEASON SHOULD BE COMING
TO AN END IN ANOTHER 180 POTS.

Josh:
IT'S NOT THAT BAD.

YEAH, IT'S NOT BAD AT ALL.
PRETTY GOOD FISHING RIGHT NOW.

Millman: WELL, WE'RE CLOSE
TO BEING DONE WITH THIS,

WE'RE STARTING TO GET ANXIOUS
ABOUT GOING HOME, YOU KNOW?

IT REALLY STARTS
TO CREEP INTO YOUR MIND.

AS FOR NOW, WE'VE GOT TO STAY
FOCUSED ON THE TASK AT HAND.

AND THAT'S 1.2 MILLION POUNDS
OF CRAB.

Narrator: 2,100 MILES
FROM HIS BOAT AND CREW,

OUTSIDE SEATTLE, WASHINGTON,

IS CAPTAIN PHIL HARRIS.

THE BLOOD PHIL WAS COUGHING UP
WASN'T FROM HIS BROKEN RIBS,

BUT RATHER,
REMNANTS OF A BLOOD CLOT

THAT PASSED THROUGH HIS HEART.

I MEAN, I DON'T KNOW IN THE
MEDICAL WORLD HOW BIG IT IS,

BUT TO ME, THIS THING IS HUGE,

YOU KNOW, AND IT'S NOT ONE --
YOU GOT TO DO IT KIND OF SLOW.

YOU CAN'T JUST POP IT IN THERE
AND ZIP IT OUT.

AND IT STINGS LIKE CRAZY.

SO, MY STOMACH'S
LIKE A PINCUSHION, YOU KNOW?

BUT IT'S KEEPING ME ALIVE.

BOY, I'LL TELL YOU WHAT --
THAT STINGS, WHEW.

Narrator:
AFTER INJECTING ANOTHER DOSE
OF LOVENOX INTO HIS GUT,

PHIL HEADS BACK TO THE HOSPITAL
FOR HIS DAILY CHECKUP.

Phil: YOU KNOW,
WHEN WE'RE CRABBING

AND YOU'RE LIVING ON THE EDGE,
IT'S JUST DIFFERENT.

IT'S DIFFERENT.

YOU KNOW, WE COME CLOSE TO DYING
A LOT CRABBING,

AND THAT DOESN'T BOTHER ME

BECAUSE I FEEL LIKE
I'M IN CONTROL OF SOMETHING.

WITH THIS, I HAVE NO CONTROL.
AND THAT'S THE SCARY THING.

NO, I HAVEN'T TOLD THE KIDS
HOW SERIOUS THIS IS,

BECAUSE I DIDN'T WANT THEM TO...

NUMBER ONE, WORRY ABOUT ME,

BUT, NUMBER TWO, WORRY ABOUT ME
WHEN THEY'RE FISHING.

AND ALSO, I WANTED TO SEE THEM

AND TALK TO THEM
AND SPEND TIME WITH THEM.

THEY TELL ME I WON'T SURVIVE IT
A SECOND TIME

AND I WAS REALLY, REALLY LUCKY
THE FIRST TIME,

AND THE ODDS
ARE LIKE 2 OUT OF 10

OF SURVIVING THIS THING.

AND SO, THE BAD PART ABOUT IT

IS I DON'T KNOW IF MY FISHING
CAREER IS OVER, YOU KNOW?

THAT'S GONNA BE A DEVASTATING
DEAL FOR ME IF IT IS.

Narrator: COMING UP,
AFTER A HARD-CORE SEASON...

IT'S ALL A BLUR.

...A HARD-CORE CREW
SEES THE LIGHT.

RIGHT NOW WE CAN SEE THE LIGHT
AT THE END OF THE TUNNEL.

YEAH!

Narrator: AS DAWN BREAKS

240 MILES NORTH OF DUTCH HARBOR,

THE TIME BANDIT CREW APPROACHES
HOUR 42 OF A MARATHON GRIND.

I COULDN'T EVEN TELL YOU HOW
MANY HOURS WE'VE BEEN WORKING.

I FEEL LIKE SOMEONE TOOK
A ROTO-ROOTER IN MY STOMACH

AND JUST...

TOO MUCH COFFEE TO STAY UP...
CANDY.

[ SIGHS ]

THEY'RE ALL LOOKING
THE SAME!

EIGHT LEGS. TWO CLAWS.
A SHELL.

IT'S ALL A BLUR.

Narrator: SINCE JANUARY,
THE TIME BANDIT BOYS

HAVE CAPTURED OVER 564,000
POUNDS OF CRAB FOR $987,000.

AWW...
HA HA HA!

HA HA HA HA
HA HA HA HA!

Narrator:
BUT WITH CAPTAIN ANDY'S
DEADLINE RAPIDLY APPROACHING...

Andy: I REALLY ONLY HAVE
48 HOURS TO LOAD THIS BOAT

OR PUT 100,000 POUNDS ON IT.

Narrator: ...HE ORDERS
BIG BROTHER JOHNATHAN

TO LEND A HAND
FOR THE LAST 10,000 POUNDS.

SIX GUYS WORKING THAT TABLE.

A MOUND OF CRABS GOING DOWN
EVERY THREE MINUTES NOW

INSTEAD OF EVERY FIVE.

60 MORE POTS AT THE MOST.

HOPEFULLY, ONLY 30.

♪ ONCE A REBEL,
ALWAYS A REBEL, NOW ♪

♪ ONCE A REBEL,
ALWAYS A REBEL, NOW ♪

[ INDISTINCT MUSIC PLAYS ]

RIGHT NOW WE CAN SEE LIGHT
AT THE END OF THE TUNNEL.

340 IN THAT ONE!

Scott: I GOT MY SECOND WIND
RIGHT NOW.

IT TOOK ABOUT FIVE POTS

FOR MY HANDS TO FINALLY
WORK NORMAL AGAIN.

YOU CAN ALWAYS GET
ONE MORE IN THERE.

YEAH!

HELL, YEAH!

WHOO!
WHOO! WHOO!

[ BLOWING ]

WALKING ON WATER, BABY!

I THINK THAT'S FULL.

IT SURE IS GONNA BE
NICE TO BE AWAY FROM
YOU GUYS FOR A WHILE.

I CAN'T WAIT TO NOT
SEE YOU AGAIN IN A WEEK.

DON'T BOTHER CALLING ME.
I'LL BE OKAY WITH IT.

I'VE ALREADY ERASED
YOUR PHONE NUMBER.

OH, YEAH. SEASON'S OVER
FOR THE TIME BANDIT.

YEAH, BROTHER!

A LITTLE CRAB SHUFFLE.

EVERYTHING'S GOOD!

Narrator:
WITH ONE POT LEFT TO PULL,

CAPTAIN ANDY
GIVES GREENHORN EARON OVERSON

A SHOT AT THE RAIL.

MY FIRST TIME
THROWING THE HOOK --

LAST POT OF THE SEASON.

NOPE, HE AIN'T
GONNA MAKE IT.

LET'S HOPE HE DOESN'T THROW
IT AND GOES OVER WITH THE ROPE.

Andy: YEAH, THIS KID CAME OUT,

HE'S NEVER CRAB-FISHED BEFORE
IN HIS LIFE,

GOT SICK FOR THE FIRST TWO DAYS,

AND HE'S RALLIED BACK
EVER SINCE.

HE'S ALWAYS SMILING,
AND HE'S WORKING HIS ASS OFF.

HE'LL DO WHATEVER
YOU TELL HIM TO DO.

THAT'S THE KIND OF GUY YOU WANT,
WITH AMBITION.

NOT BAD.
NOT BAD FOR HIS FIRST TIME!

WHAT? WHAT?

EARON'S GRADUATED FROM BEING
THE GREEN DING-A-LING,

TO THE GREEN DING-A-LING
THAT'S THROWN THE HOOK.

YOU DID GOOD.

Overson: I GUESS
THEY DIDN'T TRUST ME ENOUGH.

THAT'S WHY THEY NEVER
LET ME DO IT BEFORE.

BUT ALL RIGHT!
THAT WAS WORTH IT!

WHOO-HOO!

WE'RE GOING TO TOWN AS SOON
AS WE DUMP THIS ONE, GENTLEMEN.

[ CHEERING ]

PUT YOUR WOMEN
AND CHILDREN TO BED.

THAT'S ME.
I'M GOING TO BED.

[ SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY ]

YOU'RE DONE! YOU'RE DONE!

BE HAPPY!

TO TOWN, TO TOWN, TO TOWN.

AND THEN ANDY WON'T
BE CAPTAIN ANDY ANYMORE.

HE'LL JUST BE ANDY.

THEY'RE OUT THERE...
THEY'RE, LIKE, SHELL-SHOCKED.

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

BOOM, BOOM!
SEAL BOMBS GOING OFF ALL AROUND.

BOOM! BOOM! NOW,
ALL OF A SUDDEN, THEY'RE JUST...

WE GET THAT LAST CRAB IN PORT,

AND THEN HE'LL JUST
BE PLAIN OLD ANDY AGAIN.

I'LL BE ABLE TO TALK TO HIM.

[ LAUGHS ]

Andy: WE'RE DONE.

DEALER, DONE.

CLEARING TABLE,
NOTHING IN THE HANDS.

Narrator: COMING UP,
A BREWING RIVALRY BOILS OVER.

LITTLE "H" FROM OVER THERE,
POSSIBLY TRYING TO UNDERCUT ME.

[BLEEP] WHINY [BLEEP]

I'D FIRE HIS ASS.
[ LAUGHS ]

Narrator: 255 MILES
TO THE NORTHWEST OF DUTCH HARBOR

ON THE CORNELIA MARIE,

A STAND-IN SKIPPER
AND FIVE GRITTY WARRIORS

HAVE FOUGHT THEIR WAY
THROUGH PAIN AND UNCERTAINTY

TO THEIR FINAL STRING
AND THEIR FINAL POTS

OF THIS OPILIO SEASON.

Gamrath: IT'S BEEN A LONG SEASON
FOR EVERYBODY.

THE GUYS,
THEY'RE READY TO ALL GO HOME.

Millman: IT WAS A BRUTAL TRIP.

I DON'T THINK
I'VE EVER BEEN HAPPIER

TO END A TRIP AND A SEASON
IN MY LIFE.

WE GOT ONE MORE POT, AND
THAT'S GONNA TOP OFF THIS TANK

AND GIVE US A FULL LOAD.

Narrator:
THEIR TANKS ARE OVERFLOWING
WITH 295,000 POUNDS OF OPIES.

SOON, THIS BROKEN
AND BATTERED CREW

CAN BLEED
ALL THE WAY TO THE BANK.

YOU KNOW, AFTER
IT'S ALL SAID AND DONE HERE,

THEY'RE GONNA MAKE
ABOUT $50,000.

IT'S HARD WORK,
BUT THERE'S GOOD MONEY.

WHAT'S ABOUT TO HAPPEN IS
CALLED "STUFFING THE TANKS 101."

LAST POT OF THE SEASON
RIGHT HERE.

TOPPING IT OFF.

NOW, THIS IS HOW
YOU END THE SEASON.

[ LAUGHTER ]

HEY, GUYS, NICE JOB.
THIS ONE'S ALL WRAPPED UP.

EVERYBODY IN THE POOL!
YOU KNOW THE RULES.

LAST BIT OF CRABS
GETTING STUFFED IN THE TANK.

WE'RE ON OUR WAY BACK.

THAT FINALIZES IT RIGHT THERE.

THE BRUISE CRUISE
CAME TO AN END.

Narrator: WITH THE TANKS FULL,

THE SKIPPER MUST NOW RACE
TO PORT FOR A DEADLINE

IN JUST 18 HOURS.

GOING HOME TO SEE THE FAMILY,

SEE MY PAPPY, SEE MY GRANDMA,
SPEND SOME TIME WITH THEM...

HAVE SOME FUN.

WE GOT 295,000
ON THE BOAT RIGHT NOW,

WHICH WILL PUT US
AT 1.1 MILLION,

SO WE GOT OUR QUOTA.

DONE DEAL.
IN THE BOOKS.

I'M GONNA GO SPEND
SOME TIME WITH MY DAD,

MAKE SURE HE'S ALL RIGHT,

AND JUST HANG OUT
WITH HIM FOR A WHILE.

Narrator: FOR THE MEN
OF THE CORNELIA MARIE,

THE HUNT FOR CRAB IS OVER.

70 MILES NORTHEAST
OF THE FISHING GROUNDS,

IN ST. PAUL HARBOR,

THE WIZARD BEGINS OFF-LOADING
HER LAST TRIP OF 425,000 POUNDS.

AS THE FINAL BRAILER IS LIFTED
FROM THE PORT-AFT TANK,

DECK BOSS GARY SOPER
MAKES AN UNEXPECTED DISCOVERY.

YES, WHAT'S UP?!

SO, UNLOADING TODAY,

WE GOT DOWN IN THE TANKS
TO CLEAN THEM OUT.

WE DISCOVERED WE HAD
A PRETTY SIZABLE HOLE UP THERE.

YOU KNOW, A WATERMELON-SIZED
HOLE OR THEREABOUTS,

AND WE ASSUME THAT THAT MIGHT

BE PROBABLY WHERE SOME CRAB
WERE GOING,

SO, RIGHT HERE,
WE FOUND A HOLE.

YEAH, IT LOOKS LIKE THE CRABS
COULD GET OUT OF THAT, YEAH.

THAT COULD BE WHY IT TOOK
SO LONG TO FILL THIS TANK UP.

Narrator: THE HOLE IN THE TANK
COULD HAVE POTENTIALLY ALLOWED

MORE THAN 20,000 POUNDS OF CRAB
TO RETURN BACK TO THE SEA.

THAT'S WHERE THEY PROBABLY
STARTED JUST GOING

RIGHT BACK OUT
THE SIDE OF THE BOAT.

I DON'T KNOW.

WE ALWAYS MAKE
THE BOTTOMLESS JOKES,

ONLY THIS TIME,
IT ACTUALLY CAME TRUE.

I WOULD SAY "BUFFOON."
BUFFOON'S A GOOD WORD.

THAT'S WHAT I FEEL LIKE
RIGHT NOW.

THAT EXPLAINS WHY
IT KEPT CHOKING AND
CHOKING AND CHOKING.

AND WOULDN'T TOP OFF.

IT WAS
JUST LIKE A FREEWAY --

AS QUICK AS WE WERE CATCHING
THEM, WE'RE LETTING THEM GO.

Narrator: 270 MILES TO THE
SOUTH IN DUTCH HARBOR, ALASKA,

THE TIME BANDIT BEGINS HER
FINAL OFFLOAD OF THE SEASON.

VERY SUCCESSFUL TRIP.
WE DID WHAT WE NEEDED TO DO.

THE BOYS ARE TIRED,

CRYING LIKE LITTLE BABIES,
AS A MATTER OF FACT.

Newberry: JUST BECAUSE WE HAULED
OUR LAST POT OF OPILIO

DOESN'T MEAN THE SEASON IS OVER.

WE STILL GOT TO GET HOME.

WE PLUGGED THE BOAT,
SO NO CRYBABIES.

WHOO!

Narrator: AS THE TIME BANDIT'S
CATCH IS UNLOADED,

TWO SEASONS
OF COMPETITION AND RIVALRY

BETWEEN DECKHAND SHEA LONG

AND CAPTAIN JOHNATHAN'S SON,
SCOTTIE,

COME TO A HEAD.

EARLIER THIS SEASON, ANDY,
YOU KNOW, ME AND HIM HAD TALKED.

I TOLD HIM I KIND OF THOUGHT
ABOUT RUNNING THE BOAT,

AND HE SAID HE DIDN'T KNOW
THAT THAT'S WHAT I WANTED,

AND HE'S LOOKING FOR A GUY

THAT WANTS TO BE TOTALLY
INVOLVED WITH IT,

AND I NEVER SAID ANYTHING
TO SHEA.

SHEA FOUND OUT.

THERE'S SOME RUMORS
FLYING AROUND

ABOUT LITTLE "H" OVER THERE

POSSIBLY TRYING
TO UNDERCUT ME.

SHEA GOT PRETTY UPSET.

HE DIDN'T LIKE THE SOUND
OF GOING OUT THERE

JUST TO TRAIN ME,
SO HE WAS GONNA QUIT.

THAT WOULD DEFINITELY MAKE ME
A VERY UNHAPPY PERSON.

I THINK ME GOING OUT
WITH SHEA WOULD WORK.

JOHNATHAN OBVIOUSLY WANTS TO
SEE HIS KID TAKE OVER THE BOAT.

THERE'S NOTHING
I CAN DO ABOUT THAT.

I'D FIRE HIS ASS.
[ LAUGHS ]

[BLEEP] WHINY [BLEEP]

Narrator: IN A FINAL PUSH,

THE EARLY DAWN
OVERTAKES THE WIZARD

AND FINISHES THE SEASON
IN THE LEAD.

Narrator: AS DAWN BREAKS
IN DUTCH HARBOR,

THE CRAB FLEET RACES FOR HOME
AND THEIR FINAL OFF-LOADS.

[ BIRD CRIES ]

AFTER EIGHT WEEKS
OF MATCHING MUSCLE AND WITS

AGAINST MOTHER NATURE
AND THE BERING SEA,

240 BRAVE ADVENTURERS
RETURN TO PORT

TO WEIGH IN AND CASH OUT.

THE CORNELIA MARIE
RETURNED TO PORT

WITH A SUBSTITUTE SKIPPER...

A BATTERED CREW
THAT REFUSED TO QUIT...

THE OLD MAN WOULD HAVE
BEEN REAL PROUD OF US

WITH THIS CATCH, YOU KNOW?

WE LOADED THE BOAT PRETTY MUCH
AS FULL AS IT COULD BE.

Narrator: ...AND THE LAST
295,000 POUNDS OF CRAB

THEY NEEDED TO CLOSE OUT
CAPTAIN PHIL'S QUOTA.

WE'VE GOT ABOUT 295,000 POUNDS
THAT WE JUST DELIVERED.

ALL IN ALL,
IT WAS A DECENT TRIP.

EMPTY TANK,
AND IT'S TIME TO GO HOME.

Josh: GO HOME,
TALK TO MY DAD AND STUFF

AND SEE WHAT DIRECTION
HE WANTS ME TO GO,

BUT MY WHOLE GOAL
WAS TO PROVE TO HIM

THAT I COULD BE A FISHERMAN.

I DON'T KNOW, AFTER LOOKING
AT HIM, IF THAT'S WHAT I WANT.

IT'S IN MY BLOOD. IT RUNS
THROUGH MY VEINS AND EVERYTHING.

THAT'S A PRETTY BIG
REALITY CHECK.

I WANT TO HAVE
A FAMILY SOMEDAY.

I DON'T WANT TO
BE IN HIS POSITION.

YOU KNOW, HE'S 50 YEARS OLD,

AND HE JUST ABOUT
CHECKED OUT ON US

A COUPLE WEEKS AGO,
SO IT'S KIND OF A SCARY THING.

Narrator: THE NORTHWESTERN
PULLED INTO TOWN

WITH HER TANKS PACKED WITH
210,000 POUNDS OF KEEPERS...

EVERYBODY'S HAPPY.
WE'RE GOING HOME.

...AND A SEASON
THAT WILL MAKE ITS WAY

INTO THE HANSEN CLAN'S
RECORD BOOKS.

Edgar: WE FILLED THE BOAT THREE
TIMES IN THREE DAYS OR LESS.

I MEAN, THAT'S BEEN STELLAR.

THIS SEASON'S
JUST BEEN UNREAL TO ME.

AS FAR AS SEASONS GO, THIS
IS ONE FOR THE BOOKS FOR ME.

THIS IS GOING TO BE A REAL
MEMORABLE SEASON FOR ME.

EVEN THOUGH WE HAD OUR TROUBLES
HERE AND THERE --

WE HAD TO MOVE
BECAUSE OF THE ICE,

TEMPERATURES THAT WERE,

YOU KNOW, 20-, 30-, 40-BELOW
WITH WINDCHILL --

AND WE STILL LANDED
ON PHENOMENAL FISHING.

IT'S A CINDERELLA STORY,
YOU KNOW?

THEY DON'T HAPPEN THAT OFTEN.

NORTHWESTERN, SIGNING OFF.

OH, YEAH -- "THE END."

Narrator:
AFTER WEIGHING IN WITH
A FINAL LOAD OF 190,000 POUNDS,

THE TIME BANDIT HEADED
FOR HOME IN HOMER, ALASKA.

[ AIR HORN BLOWS ]

COMING IN! TIE UP!
SEASON'S OVER!

[ AIR HORN BLOWS ]

IS THAT MANDY?

LOOK, THERE'S DADDY!
THERE'S DADDY!

[ LAUGHS ]

LET'S SEE
THE LITTLE GUY.

[ LAUGHS ]

YOU DON'T LOOK TOO HAPPY!
LOOK AT THOSE MITTS!

HERE, I'LL GET HIM
OUT FOR YOU.

HOW YOU DOING?

HI, BUDDY!
LOOK AT THAT GUY!

HEY, BUDDY.

ISN'T HE BIG?

WELCOME TO HOMER.

GLAD TO BE BACK.

DOES THIS LOOK LIKE A PARTY?

THIS IS 20 FEET
OF ROLLING THUNDER.

I'M THE CAPTAIN
OF THIS SHIP!

YEAH!

Narrator:
WITH THE FINAL TALLIES IN,

THE WIZARD FINISHED THEIR SEASON

WITH 1.4 MILLION POUNDS
OF OPILIO CRAB,

WORTH $2.5 MILLION.

THE DECKHANDS' SHARE
WAS $68,000 EACH.

THE TIME BANDIT BOYS HAULED IN

A TOTAL OF 574,000 POUNDS
FOR THE SEASON

AND BANKED $1 MILLION
FOR THE BOAT.

TAKE-HOME PAY
FOR EACH DECKHAND -- $52,000.

THE HANSEN CLAN
AND THE NORTHWESTERN

NETTED A HEALTHY 850,000 POUNDS
OF CRAB WORTH $1.4 MILLION.

EACH CREW MEMBER HAULED IN
$47,000.

FINALLY, AFTER
A ROLLER-COASTER SEASON,

THE CORNELIA MARIE
WAS ABLE TO LAND

THE LAST OF HER
1.2 MILLION POUNDS OF CRAB,

WORTH $1.3 MILLION.

EACH DECKHAND LEFT THE DOCKS
WITH $50,000.

THE FINAL TALLIES
ARE IN THE BOOKS,

AND THE CRAB FORTUNE
IS ALREADY BURNING A HOLE

IN THE POCKETS OF THE FISHERMEN

WHO EARNED EVERY PENNY
THE HARD WAY.

1,900 MILES SOUTHEAST
OF DUTCH HARBOR,

JOSH AND JAKE HARRIS
ARE REUNITED WITH THEIR DAD,

AFTER BRAVING THE BERING SEA
WITHOUT HIM FOR THE FIRST TIME.

WELL, YOU KNOW,
THE DEAL IS --

AND I DIDN'T TELL YOU GUYS --

I WAS PRETTY SICK
WHEN I GOT HOME,

AND I DAMN NEAR DIED.

I JUST ABOUT BIT IT,

AND I'M LIVING KIND OF
DAY BY DAY RIGHT NOW,

YOU KNOW,
WHERE IT COULD BE THE LAST.

I'M NOT SURE WHETHER
I'M GONNA BE FISHING AGAIN

OR WHAT'S GONNA HAPPEN.

I'M HAPPY WE'RE HERE
TO SEE YOU, POPS.

I'M GLAD TO BE HERE,
TOO, BUDDY.

I LOVE YOU.

BUT, YOU KNOW, YOU GUYS MIGHT
BE DOING THIS WITHOUT ME.

YOU BOTH HAVE BEEN TAUGHT
WELL ENOUGH, YOU KNOW.

YOU GUYS SHOULD BE ABLE
TO SHINE.

AND WE'LL JUST PRAY
THAT I CAN GO,

BUT IF I CAN'T, YOU GUYS,

I FEEL COMFORTABLE ENOUGH
ABOUT EITHER ONE OF YOU.

YOU KNOW, IT'S A HARD THING
TO TALK ABOUT, YOU KNOW.

I'VE BEEN DOING IT FOR
A LONG TIME, SINCE I WAS 7,

AND THAT MIGHT ALL
BE COMING TO AN END.

Narrator:
FOR THE NEXT FIVE MONTHS,

THE BERING SEA FISHERMAN

WILL HEAL THE WOUNDS
OF BODY AND SOUL.

AND THE STEEL WITH WHICH THEY
PLY THEIR TRADE

WILL LAY RUSTING AND DORMANT

UNTIL THEY ARE ONCE AGAIN
CALLED TO ACTION.

THIS YEAR, THE CRAB FLEET
ESCAPED WITH JUST ONE TRAGEDY.

ONLY ONE MAN WAS LOST.

BUT JUST TWO WEEKS AFTER
THE CRABBERS LEFT DUTCH,

THE BERING SEA
SENT A CHILLING REMINDER

THAT SHE IS A COLD
AND HEARTLESS MISTRESS.