Deadliest Catch (2005–…): Season 4, Episode 2 - Striking Out - full transcript
The crews are off to stake their claims on coveted grounds, but the sea is not going to give up its bounty without a fight. The Time Bandit pulls a prank. After only 48 hours, one Wizard greenhorn is already starting to fall apart.
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.
WHOO!
IT'S A NEW KING CRAB SEASON
ON ALASKA'S BERING SEA.
BOATS HAVE REACHED
THE FISHING GROUNDS...
...BUT CAPTAINS
ARE STRIKING OUT.
DAMN IT!
Narrator: WITH FIERCE, ARCTIC
STORMS CRUSHING THE FLEET...
JUST ANOTHER DAY ON THE WIZARD.
Narrator: ...BOTH MAN AND STEEL
REACH THEIR BREAKING POINTS.
OH!
PRETTY MUCH
EVERYTHING HURTS.
Narrator: NOW THE $85-MILLION
CRAB FORTUNE IS ON THE LINE.
MONEY, MONEY, MONEY, M-M-MONEY!
Narrator:
AND THAT'S WHAT MAKES ALASKAN
CRAB THE DEADLIEST CATCH.
WHOO! WHOO-HOO!
YEAH!
[ LAUGHS ]
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DISCOVERY COMMUNICATIONS, LLC
Narrator:
48 HOURS HAVE PASSED
SINCE THIS YEAR'S RED KING CRAB
SEASON OFFICIALLY OPENED.
CAPTAINS GAMBLED
ON FISH AND GAME SURVEYS,
OLD CHARTS, AND DUMB LUCK
AND PLOTTED A 300-MILE COURSE
TOWARDS THE NORTHERN END
OF THE FISHING GROUNDS.
FIRST CRAB POT OF THE SEASON!
ROCK 'N' ROLL.
GOING NOW.
ALL RIGHT, GUYS.
LET HER GO.
Narrator: THE FIRST STRINGS OF
A BRAND-NEW SEASON WERE SET...
BUT TEST POT
SHOWED LITTLE SIGNS OF LIFE.
ABSOLUTELY NOTHING.
I DON'T HAVE A CLUE
ON WHAT'S GOING ON.
I'VE NEVER SEEN IT WHERE
IT'S JUST ABSOLUTELY BLANK.
WE OBVIOUSLY SHOULD HAVE GONE
WITH PLAN "A".
Narrator: NOW CAPTAINS FACE
A NEW ROADBLOCK --
A MASSIVE ARCTIC WEATHER SYSTEM
BARRELS TOWARDS THE FLEET
AND THE HUNT CONTINUES.
150 MILES
TO THE NORTH OF DUTCH HARBOR,
THE 125-FOOT NORTHWESTERN
IS ON A COLLISION COURSE
WITH AN ARCTIC STORMFRONT.
TONIGHT,
NORTHWEST WIND 40 KNOTS.
SEAS 21 FEET. RAIN.
35- TO 40-KNOT WINDS
COMING OUR WAY TONIGHT,
AND I SUSPECT WE'RE GONNA GET
SPANKED A LITTLE BIT
BY THE TIME WE GET UP THERE,
BUT EITHER WAY,
THESE POTS
ARE GOING IN THE WATER TONIGHT.
Narrator: AS THE STORMFRONT
BUILDS ON THE HORIZON,
SIG ORDERS THE CREW
TO BATTEN DOWN THE DECK.
Edgar:
IT'S PREVENTATIVE MAINTENANCE.
THAT'S HALF THE BATTLE
OF A BOAT.
IT'S NOT THAT WE'RE BEING SAFE,
WE'RE JUST BEING CAUTIOUS --
TAKING CARE OF OUR STUFF.
Sig: IF THE WEATHER
DOES TURN NORTHEAST,
LIKE IT'S SUPPOSED TO,
THE BOAT'S GONNA GET
A LITTLE ROLY.
AND IF YOU DON'T
GET THE CHAINS ON,
THE STACK CAN START
TO MOVE AROUND QUITE A BIT.
WE'VE HAD WEATHER
WHERE IT WAS NASTY.
I MEAN, REAL NAUTICAL STORM,
AND LOST POTS OVER THE STERN,
POTS STARTED TO SHAKE LOOSE,
HANGING OFF THE SIDE OF THE BOAT
BY ONE TIE.
SO YOU GOT TO DO IT.
Narrator: AFTER SIX HOURS
OF SECURING THE NORTHWESTERN
FOR THE COMING STORM,
EDGAR FINDS DIVINE INSPIRATION
IN A MOST UNLIKELY PLACE.
THAT'S JESUS CHRIST
ON MY BLOCK.
THERE'S THE NOSE.
THERE'S THE MUSTACHE, THE MOUTH.
EYE. EYE.
THERE'S THE HAIR.
HE'S LOOKING THAT WAY.
WE ROLL WITH GOD, MAN.
Narrator:
FOUR HOURS LATER...
DAMN!
JUST ROLLING.
THE WEATHER'S COMING UP
A LITTLE BIT.
WE'RE GONNA GET THIS LOAD OFF
BEFORE IT REALLY STARTS BLOWING.
Narrator: CHAINED OR NOT,
THE HIGH STACK
HAS DESTABILIZED THE BOAT.
IT'S DRIVING ME CRAZY.
Narrator:
SIG IS FORCED TO DROP HIS GEAR
50 MILES SHORT OF HIS TARGET.
WE'RE TRYING
TO GET THE GEAR SET.
NOW THE WIND HAS DECIDED
TO CHANGE DIRECTION
BY ALMOST 20 DEGREES.
AND WHEN IT CHANGES
ALL OF A SUDDEN,
THEN YOU GET
THESE CONFUSED SEAS.
SO NOW YOU HAVE SEAS
THAT ARE COMING
FROM DIFFERENT DIRECTIONS,
AND IT'S HARD TO MAKE IT SAFE
WHEN THINGS GET
KIND OF SQUIRRELLY.
READY?
ROGER!
Narrator: THE LAST HANSEN
TO GAMBLE NEAR THESE GROUNDS
WAS SIG'S FATHER, SVERRE,
NEARLY 25 YEARS AGO.
Sig: ALL I CAN DO NOW IS HOPE
THAT WE HIT SOMETHING,
GET A LITTLE LIFE
OUT OF THIS PLACE
IF THERE'S ANYTHING
CRAWLING DOWN THERE.
Edgar:
WEATHER'S GETTING SNOTTY.
IT'S WORSE WHEN YOU GOT POTS
ON TOP AND A GUY UP THERE.
WE'RE BUCKING INTO IT.
SWELL 35.
PROBABLY GOT A 15.
12-, 15-FOOT SWELL.
YEAH, OKAY.
17-FOOT SWELL.
ME AND MATT
ARE HAVING A GREAT TIME.
IT'S GREAT OUT HERE.
THIS JOB IS SO EASY.
BLOWING THE WAY IT IS,
IT MAKES THE BOAT ROLL MORE,
WHICH WEARS THEM OUT,
SO IF THEY'RE
A LITTLE PISSY RIGHT NOW,
I DON'T BLAME THEM
A [BLEEP] BIT.
'CAUSE I'M PISSY.
Narrator:
AFTER 78 POTS SPLASH THE WATER,
SIG CALLS DOWN TO EDGAR
FOR A LITTLE INSURANCE.
DID ANYBODY TAKE CARE
OF YOUR LITTLE RITUAL
BEFORE WE SET THIS LOAD?
DAMN IT!
Narrator:
FOR THE PAST 11 YEARS,
EDGAR HAS BITTEN THE HEAD
OFF OF A HERRING FOR GOOD LUCK.
THIS IS FOR GOOD LUCK, BABY.
IT'S NOT TOO BAD.
I'M STARTING TO FREAK OUT, MAN.
OUR LITTLE GOOD-LUCK DEAL
IS DWINDLING.
I CAN'T BELIEVE THEY FORGOT IT.
SIG ASKED IF WE'VE DONE
OUR YEARLY SEASONAL RITUAL --
THE BITING OF THE HERRING --
AND WE HAVE NOT YET.
IT'S GOT TO BE DONE BEFORE
THIS LAST POT'S OFF THE BOAT.
I WANT TO MAKE SURE SOMEBODY'S
BITING THE HEAD
OFF OF SOMETHING.
YOU KNOW, A LITTLE LUCK
NEVER HURT ANY FISHERMAN.
THAT'S ALL I KNOW.
Narrator:
150 MILES TO THE NORTHEAST,
THE 155-FOOT WIZARD
SURGES THROUGH THE RISING STORM.
Keith: THERE'S BEEN A FEW
20-FOOTERS ROLLING THROUGH,
BUT IT'S KIND OF CLASSIC
BERING SEA WEATHER TONIGHT.
Narrator:
CAPTAIN KEITH COLBURN'S SEASON
IS ALREADY OFF TO A ROCKY START.
HIS HULL WAS COMPROMISED
AND A LUCKY CHARM LOST.
BASICALLY, I WON'T SET GEAR
UNLESS I'M FORCED TO
WITHOUT A CUP O' NOODLES CUP
UP HERE TO USE FOR MY SPITTOON.
Narrator: NOW, WITH SEAS
AT 20 FEET AND RISING,
KEITH MUST RELY
ON HIS VETERAN DECKHANDS
TO COACH THE GREENHORNS
THROUGH BRUTAL CONDITIONS.
Keith: WHEN THE WEATHER
FIRST KICKS UP LIKE THIS,
GUYS JUST HAVE A LITTLE BIT MORE
HEIGHTENED AWARENESS.
YOU KNOW, BUT WE DO HAVE
TWO KIDS OUT THERE,
SO YOU'LL BE HEARING
SOPER BARKING.
YOU'LL BE HEARING MONTE BARKING.
THAT'S PART OF THE JOB --
MISERY.
MISERY IS PART OF THE JOB!
THIS IS THE FIRST DANG TASTE
OF REAL WEATHER,
SO THEY JUST NEED
TO GET THEIR SEA LEGS,
GET USED TO COMING
UP AND DOWN THE DECK
WITH THE BOAT PITCHING, AND,
YOU KNOW, THEY'LL GET IT DOWN.
JUST ANOTHER DAY ON THE WIZARD.
Soper: COME ON IN!
COME ON!
GRAB THAT SMALL FISH
RIGHT THERE.
AREN'T YOU SUPPOSED TO
BE OVER HERE?
MONTE TOLD ME
TO STAND BACK --
[ SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY ]
YOU JUST CAN'T WIN, CAN YOU?
I NEED A BAG
AND NICE FRESH COD.
WHERE'S THAT KID AT?
GUYS, WE NEED THE WANDERING UP
AND DOWN THE DECK MODE TO END.
THEY'VE BEEN COMPLETELY OUT OF
POSITION ON EVERY SINGLE POT.
THEY'RE JUST KIND OF
RUNNING AROUND IN CIRCLES
A LITTLE TOO MUCH.
YOU KNOW WHAT I DO NEED
IS I NEED ANOTHER BAIT JAR.
LIKE THE WIND!
THAT'S WHAT YOU GET FOR BEING
A GREENHORN, YOU LITTLE --
TELL GUY
TO KEEP HIS MOUTH SHUT.
ALL I AM IS JUST
A LITTLE BITCH ON THE BOAT.
SO I GOT TO TAKE IT.
HE'S KEEPING HIS MOUTH SHUT
JUST LIKE HE SHOULD.
OKAY, NOW GET BACK UP THERE
AND DO SOMETHING.
[ LAUGHS ]
HE'S TRYING.
I'LL TAKE THE [BLEEP]
ALL DAY LONG.
I JUST WANT TO BE ABLE TO HAVE
THE SPOT ON THIS BOAT
COME OPEN SEASON.
[ BEEP ]
Narrator: GREENHORN LYNN
MAY BE LAGGING BEHIND,
BUT HIS COUNTERPART, MOI,
IS WORN OUT
AND WANDERING AIMLESSLY.
MOI'S STILL RUNNING AROUND
IN [BLEEP] CIRCLES
WITH HIS HEAD CUT OFF.
MOI!
YOU JUST GOT TO KIND OF FOCUS
A LITTLE BIT FOR ME, OKAY?
THE GUYS
ARE JUST RUNNING ME RAGGED.
I THINK THEY'RE JUST TRYING
TO BREAK ME RIGHT NOW
TO SEE IF I'M GONNA GO DOWN.
I'M NOT GONNA LET THEM.
RIGHT NOW, MOI'S FRUSTRATED.
HE CAME OUT HERE EXPECTING
TO STEP ON THE DECK
AND BE A SUPERSTAR,
AND THAT'S NOT REALITY.
REALITY IS THAT
YOU COME OUT HERE,
YOU START BUSTING YOUR ASS
RIGHT OUT OF THE GATE,
YOU'RE GETTING YELLED AT,
YOU'RE BEHIND, YOU'RE NOT
GETTING THE JOB RIGHT.
YOU KNOW,
IT JUST DOESN'T COME EASY.
WHOO-HOO!
Narrator: IF MOI'S WORK ETHIC
DOESN'T CHANGE,
HIS FIRST SEASON ON THE
BERING SEA COULD BE HIS LAST.
COMING UP ON "DEADLIEST CATCH,"
THE BERING SEA
GIVES UP HER GOLD...
MONEY CRAB, BABY!
MONEY CRAB!
Narrator: ... AND SWALLOWS
AN OLD BUCKET OF BOLTS.
HE'S GONNA [BLEEP] HIS PANTS
WHEN HE PULLS THE TRUCK UP.
I KNOW THAT.
Narrator: 225 MILES NORTHEAST
OF DUTCH HARBOR,
TIME BANDIT CAPTAIN
JOHNATHAN HILLSTRAND
BREAKS FROM HUNTING CRAB
TO STALK A NEW PREY
LOOMING ON THE HORIZON.
YEAH, I THINK WE GOT HER
IN OUR SIGHTS.
Narrator:
SO FAR, THE PICKUP PRANK
FOR CAPTAIN PHIL HAS BACKFIRED.
BACK IN DUTCH HARBOR,
WHAT SEEMED LIKE A GOOD IDEA...
[ LAUGHTER ]
HAS BEEN A CONSTANT PAIN IN THE
BUTT FOR THE TIME BANDIT BOYS.
GEEZ!
DOING THIS TRUCK THING,
I SMASHED MY FINGER,
AND I WHIPPED MYSELF IN THE NOSE
WITH THAT BIG 2-INCH HOUSING.
NOW, WITH ONE DEVILISH STROKE,
THE CREW CAN FINALLY DITCH
THE RUSTY WRECK
AND PUNK CAPTAIN PHIL.
THAT FORD IS GONNA SLAM INTO THE
BOTTOM OF THE CORNELIA MARIE.
[ LAUGHS ]
OH, IT HAS BEGUN.
OKAY, POT NUMBER 710.
I THINK I SEE IT UP HERE.
[ LAUGHS ]
[ LAUGHTER ]
GAME ON.
Narrator:
THE PLAN IS DEVIOUSLY SIMPLE.
PULL PHIL'S POT,
AND REPLACE IT
WITH A PRE-OWNED PIECE OF JUNK.
A NICE FORD COMING AT YOU.
GET IT THE HELL AWAY.
Scott:
WE'RE IN THE MIDDLE OF NOWHERE,
WE MIGHT AS WELL HAVE
A LITTLE BIT OF FUN DOING IT.
Narrator:
WITH PHIL'S BUOYS ATTACHED,
THE DECK CAN NOW BE RELIEVED
OF ITS 17-FOOT,
3,000-POUND NUISANCE.
[ LAUGHS ]
VERY READY TO GET RID OF IT,
SO WE DON'T HAVE TO
TOUCH IT ANYMORE.
IT'LL BE
CORNELIA MARIE'S PROBLEM.
HE'S GONNA [BLEEP] HIS PANTS
WHEN HE PULLS THE TRUCK UP.
I KNOW THAT.
Man:
ABOUT THERE?
AS SOON AS YOU GUYS
ARE READY.
YOU GUYS READY?
NO.
YEAH, BABY!
[ LAUGHS ]
MISSION ACCOMPLISHED.
I'M GONNA KIND OF MISS
OLD SQUASH.
THAT'S WHAT I KIND OF NICKNAMED
MY LITTLE GIRL -- SQUASH.
IT'S A GOOD OLD TRUCK.
I HATE TO SEE HER GO.
[ JOHNATHAN LAUGHS ]
Narrator:
FISHING 350 MILES SOUTHWEST
OF THE RED KING CRAB GROUNDS
IS THE 108-FOOT EARLY DAWN.
AFTER GROSSING NEARLY
2 MILLION BUCKS,
CAPTAIN RICK FEHST NEARS THE END
OF A 97-DAY
BROWN KING CRAB MARATHON.
WE'RE GETTING PRETTY CLOSE HERE
AT REACHING OUR QUOTA.
I'M GONNA TRY TO DO IT
IN RECORD TIME.
I WANT TO GET OUT OF HERE.
I WANT TO GET THIS TRIP
OVER WITH
SO WE CAN SWITCH OVER
TO RED KING CRAB AND MOVE ON.
Fish:
YEAH, THIS IS AWESOME.
WE'RE JUST NAILING THEM.
IT'S BEEN A GREAT SEASON.
LOTS OF CRAB OUT THERE.
Narrator: BROWNS ARE
THREE-QUARTERS THE SIZE OF REDS,
HAVING A TOUGHER,
SPINIER EXOSKELETON,
AND THEY'RE FISHED IN DEPTHS
OF UP TO 3,500 FEET.
Fehst: THEY LIVE
ON STEEP CLIFFS, MOUNTAINS,
HILLS, VALLEYS, ROCK PILES.
Narrator: TO CATCH BROWN CRABS
IN THE DEEP TERRAIN,
RICK USES A DIFFERENT
YET EQUALLY DANGEROUS PROCESS
CALLED LONG MINING.
BROWN CRAB BOATS
DROP ONE MASSIVE STRING
WITH POTS ATTACHED
AT 400-FOOT INTERVALS.
EACH STRING CAN CONTAIN
UPWARDS OF 100 POTS.
THERE'S A LOT OF RISK OUT HERE
FOR THESE GUYS ON DECK.
Narrator: THE MOST DANGEROUS
PART -- DODGING THE BITE.
YOU'RE ON THE BACK SIDE
OF THE LINE.
YOU'RE IN BETWEEN A POT
AND THE LINE.
YOU'RE IN THE BITE.
YOU'RE IN A BAD SITUATION,
YOU KNOW?
WE CAN'T CUT THE LINE, TURN
AROUND, AND GET YOU IN TIME.
THAT'S WHY WE ALL PACK A KNIFE.
START CUTTING.
YOU KNOW, THAT'S THE ONLY THING
THAT CAN SAVE YOUR LIFE.
Yager:
PAT IS IN THE BITE NOW,
SO IF ANYTHING
WAS CAUGHT UP HERE,
HE WOULD GO FOR A RIDE.
SEE HOW THAT WORKS?
THAT'S NOT GOOD.
FOR YOU GREENHORNS OUT THERE,
DON'T DO IT LIKE THAT.
Narrator: THE NONSTOP
FAST AND FURIOUS PACE
CREATES DANGER ZONES
ALL OVER THE BOAT.
WHEN BROWNS ARE HAULED,
THE LONG LINE RUNS
THROUGH THE BLOCK,
ACROSS THE BACK
OF THE WHEELHOUSE,
DOWN THE PORT SIDE,
TO THE LINE BIN
AT THE AFT OF THE BOAT.
IN FULL OPERATION,
THE DECK TRANSFORMS
INTO A GAUNTLET
OF FLYING TANGLES OF LINE...
...AND BONE-CRUSHING STEEL.
A LOT OF BAD THINGS CAN HAPPEN.
ANOTHER SPOT --
DON'T RUN UNDER THE LINE.
THIS -- YOU TAKE A GUY OUT.
Narrator: ANOTHER OBSTACLE --
FLYING SEA LINKS --
2-POUND STEEL HOOKS
USED TO CONNECT THE POTS
TO THE LONG LINE --
WHIP ACROSS THE DECK.
FLYING SEA LINKS.
YOU GOT THE SEA LINKS ATTACHED
TO A BRIDLE ALSO ON THE POT.
YOU COME UP, THE TWO GROUPS
SLIDE TOGETHER LIKE THIS.
BUT A DECK FULL OF DEATH TRAPS
IS WELL WORTH THE RISK.
YOU GOT AN $800 POT.
ONE POT.
TAKES YOU ONE MINUTE
TO HAUL $800 WORTH OF CRAB.
BROWN CRAB'S AN AWESOME FISHERY.
MONEY, MONEY, MONEY, M-M-MONEY!
Narrator: COMING UP
ON "DEADLIEST CATCH"...
A GREENHORN
STEPS OVER THE LINE...
Mezich: THEY'VE BEEN FISHING
FOR 25 YEARS.
I'VE BEEN FISHING FOR ONE.
THEY CAN DO SOMETHING FASTER.
THAT'S JUST AMAZING!
AND THE CORNELIA MARIE DRAGS UP
A SURPRISE FROM THE DEEP.
Phil: HOLY!
IS THAT A CAR?
Narrator: 260 MILES SOUTHWEST
OF DUTCH HARBOR,
CAPTAIN RICK FEHST
OF THE EARLY DAWN
HAULS THE SECOND TO THE LAST
STRING THROUGH THE BLOCK.
FIRST POT'S UP.
WHAT DO WE GOT?
OH, THIS SUCKS!
FIRST POT --
NOT TOO IMPRESSIVE.
WHAT IS GOING ON HERE?
NOT A VERY GOOD SIGN.
THREE CRABS.
THEY MUST HAVE TOOK OFF ON US.
Narrator:
BAD FISHING MEANS MORE TIME AWAY
FROM THE HIGHLY LUCRATIVE
RED KING GROUNDS --
A DELAY RICK CAN'T AFFORD.
Fehst:
I'M TRYING TO WRAP IT UP.
MY PARTNER BOAT --
HE STARTED RED CRAB ON TIME.
MAKES ME JEALOUS.
[ LAUGHS ]
I SHOULD BE THERE WITH HIM
RIGHT NOW.
Narrator: NOT ONLY IS RICK
PRESSURED TO CATCH CRAB,
HE ALSO HAS TO KEEP A WATCHFUL
EYE ON THE BOAT OWNER'S SON --
SECOND YEAR GREENHORN
BRYAN MEZICH.
BROWN KING CRAB.
Narrator: LAST YEAR,
FISHING THE BERING SEA
WAS POOR TORMENT FOR BRYAN,
AND HIS CREW DIDN'T MAKE IT
ANY EASIER.
WE GOT BUTTERBALL OVER HERE
TRYING TO PUSH ON THE DOOR.
HE'S GOT THE POWER
OF NESTLé QUIK,
POTATO CHIPS,
AND JELLY DOUGHNUTS.
OF COURSE, HE COILED
THIS BLANKET OF BULL [BLEEP]
THIS IS A HORN COIL
IF I'VE EVER SEEN ONE.
WOULD I LIKE TO PUT MY FOOT UP
HIS [BLEEP] SURE.
HE'S BEEN A LITTLE HARDER
THAN MOST
BECAUSE IT GOES IN ONE EAR
AND OUT THE OTHER, SO TO SPEAK.
Narrator: BRYAN MAY BE THE SAME
COCKSURE KID HE WAS LAST YEAR...
THEY'VE BEEN FISHING
FOR 25 YEARS.
I'VE BEEN FISHING FOR ONE.
THEY CAN DO SOMETHING FASTER.
THAT'S JUST AMAZING!
BUT THE YEAR OF FISHING
AND AN IMPROVED WORK ETHIC
HAS IMPRESSED THE SALTIER CREW.
HE HAS DEFINITELY, GRADUALLY
STARTED TO LIKE FISHING
AND PARTICIPATING MORE.
I THINK HE'S GOT POTENTIAL.
Narrator:
AT LEAST FOR THE TIME BEING.
BEAUTIFUL CRABS.
Mezich: LOOK AT THE SIZE
OF THESE THINGS. WHOO!
COME ON!
GIVE ME SOME LOVE!
MORE LOVE!
MORE LOVE!
HE'S GOOD KID, BUT HE STILL GOT
SOME LEARNING.
BUT HE'S TRYING HARDER
AND HARDER EVERY DAY.
WE WON'T
TELL HIM THAT, THOUGH.
HIS HEAD WILL GET TOO BIG.
[ GROWLS ]
[ CHUCKLES ]
FISHING 490 MILES
TO THE NORTHEAST
IS THE 128-FOOT CORNELIA MARIE.
SO FAR THIS SEASON,
FISHING HAS BEEN A TOTAL BUST
FOR CAPTAIN PHIL HARRIS.
Phil: UNBELIEVABLE.
THERE WAS THREE CRABS
IN THAT LAST ONE.
Narrator:
NOW, PHIL APPROACHES THE LAST
POT IN HIS BAD-LUCK STRING.
Phil: THIS IS THE LAST POT
IN THE STRING COMING UP.
MAYBE IT'S GOT CRAB IN IT.
WE'RE HOOKED UP ON --
THE BUOY SUNK OR SOMETHING.
WE'RE PULLING UP OUR POT
AND ANOTHER ONE.
Millman:
SUPER TIGHT RIGHT NOW.
DOESN'T WANT TO PULL.
Phil: HOLY [BLEEP]
IS THAT A CAR?
YEAH!
THAT'S A CAR?
WHAT THE HELL?
AN F-250.
GOOD LORD.
WOW, MAN.
I NEVER CAUGHT A TRUCK BEFORE.
[ LAUGHS ]
WOW.
THAT WAS WAY UNEXPECTED.
WELL, OUR LAST POT IN THIS
STRING IS A FULL-SIZED TRUCK.
[ LAUGHS ]
OH, MAN.
Millman: THAT'S A LOT
OF WEIGHT TO PULL.
WELL, NOW I KNOW WE CAN PULL
A TRUCK WITH THE BLOCK.
Phil: [ LAUGHS ]
YEAH, BABY!
IS THERE ANY CRAB IN IT?
YEAH. [ LAUGHS ]
Narrator:
A NOTE FROM THE TIME BANDIT TIPS
OFF THE CORNELIA MARIE CREW.
THAT IS A GOOD ONE.
THAT BEATS MY PIPE
TENFOLD THERE.
I GOT TO GIVE HIM AN "A"
FOR THAT ONE.
THE HILLSTRAND BROTHERS,
YOU KNOW?
THE HILLSTRANDS ARE SOME
DIRTY PLAYERS, MAN.
LET'S GET RID OF IT.
AS MUCH AS I'D LIKE
TO SAVE THAT,
I DON'T KNOW
WHAT I'D DO WITH IT.
LET HER RIP.
[ LAUGHTER ]
Narrator:
NEXT ON "DEADLIEST CATCH,"
GREENHORNS BREAK DOWN...
I JUST DON'T KNOW.
...AND THE NORTHWESTERN
GETS BURNED.
THAT'S WHAT'S KICKING OUR ASS
RIGHT NOW.
THIS COULD BE
A PAINFUL STRING, MAN.
Narrator:
250 MILES NORTH OF DUTCH HARBOR
IS THE 155-FOOT WIZARD.
HEY, IS THAT THE NUMBER 167
OR IS THAT -- THAT'S 68, RIGHT?
Narrator:
CAPTAIN KEITH COLBURN
DROPPED HIS ENTIRE STACK
THROUGH THE STORM,
NOW HE'S HAULING AND STACKING
ANOTHER 150 POTS FROM STORAGE.
AS SOON AS WE SEE SOME CRAB --
SOMETHING THAT LOOKS LIKE
IT'S GOOD ENOUGH TO SET ON,
WE'LL DEFINITELY
BE GETTING THIS GEAR OFF.
LeVeen: WE'RE STACKING THE LAST
OF OUR 150 HERE.
TO FIND OUT WHERE THE CRAB
ARE AND DROP ALL THESE
ON TOP OF THEM.
WE'VE GOT THE GREENHORNS BATING
THE POTS WHEN THEY'RE COMING ON.
THAT'S GONNA SAVE US
A LOT OF TIME
WHEN WE'RE GETTING THEM
BACK OFF.
YOU KNOW, YOU WANT TO GET THEM
OFF AS FAST AS YOU CAN.
Narrator: BAITING THE POTS
MIGHT SAVE TIME LATER,
BUT RIGHT NOW, IT ONLY MEANS
ONE THING FOR THE GREENHORNS --
MORE WORK.
Guitard: RIGHT NOW,
I AM CUTTING UP SOME COD
SO WE CAN KEEP UP
WITH THE BAIT, YOU KNOW?
THAT'S MY DUTY AS GREENHORN.
SHOULDER'S A LITTLE --
A LITTLE TENDER, I GUESS,
FROM JUMPING IN AND OUT OF THOSE
POTS, BUT IT'S NOTHING TOO BAD.
I'M NOT SURE HOW MANY HOURS
I'VE BEEN WORKING,
BUT I'M FINE RIGHT NOW,
AND I FEEL LIKE I CAN GO
FOR ANOTHER 12 HOURS.
Narrator:
AS LYNN GETS A SECOND WIND,
HIS COUNTERPART, MOI,
LOOKS FOR A PLACE TO CRASH.
I'M COLD, GETTING SWEATY,
SOAKING WET, TIRED AS HELL.
DON'T QUIT YOUR DAY JOBS
AND COME DO THIS.
IT'LL BE [BLEEP] HOURS, MAN,
I TELL YOU WHAT.
I'M BARELY HOLDING ON
AS WE SPEAK RIGHT NOW.
Narrator:
WITH MOI AT HIS BREAKING POINT,
CAPTAIN KEITH HAS NO CHOICE
BUT TO PULL HIM OFF DECK.
HEY, JASON.
YOU'RE DOWN.
QUITE FRANKLY, MOI NEEDS
A LITTLE EXTRA REST RIGHT NOW.
I THINK THAT FIRST 30 HOURS
WITH ONLY FOUR HOURS OF SLEEP
WAS A RUDE AWAKENING TO WHAT
THE BERING SEA IS LIKE.
MY HANDS HURT.
MY BACK HURTS.
MY SHOULDERS HURT.
PRETTY MUCH EVERYTHING HURTS.
I COULD GET ABOUT SIX HOURS
OF SLEEP NOW AND A MEAL.
HOPEFULLY FEEL A LITTLE BIT
BETTER AFTER THAT.
I-I...
I JUST DON'T KNOW.
[ LAUGHS ]
Keith: THE BERING SEA,
IT'S A WAR OF ATTRITION, AND
A LOT OF GUYS DON'T SURVIVE.
WE'LL SEE.
WE DEFINITELY HAVE MORE THING
TO KEEP AN EYE ON OUT HERE NOW.
THAT'S FOR SURE.
Narrator:
150 MILES TO THE SOUTHEAST,
NORTHWESTERN CAPTAIN SIG HANSEN
APPROACHES HIS FIRST POTS
OF THE SEASON.
WE'RE OUT ON OUR SOUTHERN
GEAR -- THE FIRST LOAD WE SET.
THIS IS THE SOUTHERNMOST STRING.
WE DO HAVE A LOT SOAKED
ON THE GEAR.
THINKING POSITIVE, I HOPE THAT
WE CAN GET SOMETHING OUT OF IT.
Narrator: LATE OUT OF THE GATES
DUE TO A DAMAGED PROP,
SIG GAMBLED AND BROKE
FROM THE FLEET,
PLOTTING A COURSE
FOR FAMILY GROUNDS
THAT HADN'T BEEN FISHED
IN OVER 40 YEARS,
A GAMBLE EDGAR HOPES
PAYS OFF IN SPADES.
RETIREMENT.
THAT'S WHAT I HOPE TO SEE
IN THIS FIRST POT.
RETIREMENT.
150.
NO, 40's GOOD.
40, 50.
THAT'S A GOOD SIGN.
WE'LL GET, WHAT,
40 IN THE FIRST POT?
SURE. I HOPE SO.
DON'T WANT TO STACK
THE FIRST STRING.
OKAY, FIRST POT
OF THE SEASON COMING UP.
WHOA!
THAT IS NOT GOOD!
WE'RE IN A DESERT.
THAT MAKES IT EASY TO DECIDE
WHAT TO DO, DON'T IT?
TO MOST GUYS,
IT'S JUST JUNK AND PAPER,
BUT, TO ME, IT'S A GOLD MINE.
I THINK A LOT OF GUYS ARE GONNA
JUMP RIGHT OVER CRAB,
AND I DON'T SEE ANY REASON TO GO
AND FOLLOW A BUNCH OF SHEEP.
WE'VE HAD SEASONS DOWN THERE
IN THE PAST
WHERE WE'VE DONE REALLY WELL.
Narrator:
A GAMBLE THAT ISN'T PAYING OFF.
IT WAS FOUR ALTOGETHER.
I THREW ONE OVER.
THAT WAS IT.
YOU KNOW, THE FEW CRAB
THAT ARE IN THERE,
IT'S NOT EVEN WORTH RUNNING THE
HYDRAULICS TO MOVE THE TABLE.
JUST DUMP -- DUMP THE THREE
WE'RE GETTING ON DECK
AND PICK THEM UP.
Narrator: AS IF THE POOR FISHING
WASN'T PAINFUL ENOUGH,
THE POTS ARE DRAPED
WITH A NASTY BYCATCH.
THIS IS JELLYFISH SLIME.
THIS IS THE STUFF OFF OF TAILS.
AND IT BURNS.
IT BURNS WORSE THAN ACID DOES.
LOT OF JELLYFISH ON THE END
OF THAT LINE, THEY WERE TALKING.
LOT OF SLIME.
THIS IS GONNA BE
A PAINFUL STRING, MAN.
MY FACE IS BURNING --
NOT SO MUCH IN HERE,
BUT RIGHT HERE.
NOT ONLY ARE WE NOT
CATCHING CRAB,
I GOT TO GET SLAPPED
BY JELLYFISH, TOO.
THIS IS WERE ALL THE BROWN STUFF
STEMS FROM RIGHT THERE.
THEY GOT THESE LITTLE TAILS
THAT STICK OUT.
THEY'RE USUALLY ABOUT THIS LONG.
THAT'S WHAT'S KICKING OUR ASS
RIGHT NOW.
THE LAST 10 POTS,
WE CAUGHT ABOUT AS MUCH CRAB
AS WE WOULD IN ABOUT ONE POT.
THAT'S NOT GONNA
MAKE OUR SEASON.
WE NEED A HECK OF A LOT MORE
THAN THAT TO MAKE OUR SEASON.
AFTER STACKING
ALL OF HIS 150 MISFIRED POTS,
IT'S TIME FOR A NEW PLAN.
RIGHT NOW, IT'S STARTING TO
LOOK LIKE THEY'RE UP NORTH.
WE'RE ON A MISSION.
WE WANT TO GET THESE MOVED,
WE WANT TO TRY TO GET THEM
UP THE HILL,
AND SEE IF WE CAN'T GET ON
SOME STEADIER FISHING.
WE NEED SOMETHING.
Narrator:
NEXT ON "DEADLIEST CATCH"...
[ LAUGHTER ]
AY CARAMBA!
...A BROWN CRAB BONANZA...
AND A KING CRAB WASTELAND.
ONES AND TWOS AND ZEROES.
I WAS HOPING FOR MORE.
Narrator: 260 MILES SOUTHWEST
OF DUTCH HARBOR,
THE EARLY DAWN IS WRAPPING UP
HER BROWN CRAB SEASON.
THIS COULD BE THE LAST STRING
OF THE 2007 BROWN CRAB.
WE GOT ABOUT 600 MORE CRAB
TO PUT IN THE TANK,
AND WE'LL BE CAPPING THEM OFF
AND RAILING THE REST
AND GETTING READY TO HEAD
TO DUTCH AND START RED CRABBING.
BROWN CRAB '07
COMING TO AN END!
WHOO!
YEAH!
Narrator:
AFTER 20 SOLID POTS,
CAPTAIN RICK COMES DOWN
TO GIVE THE BOYS THE GOOD NEWS.
NO MORE CRAB.
NO MORE CRAB.
NO MORE CRAB.
Fish: IT'S GOOD TO KNOW
WE GOT ACCOMPLISHED
WHAT WE SET OUT TO DO.
EXTREMELY RELIEVED.
Man: YEAH?
YEAH.
I'LL EVEN BE MORE RELIEVED
IN THE END OF RED SEASON.
Narrator:
BY RICK'S ESTIMATE,
THE EARLY DAWN
HAS REACHED HER QUOTA.
TO AVOID A FINE, THE REST
OF THE CRAB IN THIS STRING
ARE DUMPED BACK IN THE WATER.
Fehst: THERE'S ALWAYS NEXT YEAR.
WE'LL BE BACK.
THE SAME CRAB THAT WE'RE
DUMPING OUT THE BACK RIGHT NOW
WILL BE HERE NEXT YEAR.
TO ALL THOSE KEEPERS
GOING OVER THE SIDE OF THE BOAT,
YOU GOT SO DAMN LUCKY.
[ LAUGHS ]
Narrator: WITH THEIR GRUELING
BROWN KING CRAB SEASON NOW OVER,
THE CREW STACKS THE GEAR
WHILE RICK HEADS TO DUTCH
TO WEIGH IN AND CASH OUT.
THE EARLY DAWN CAUGHT
784,000 POUNDS OF BROWN CRAB
WORTH $1.9 MILLION --
$90,000 FOR EACH MEMBER
OF THE CREW.
NOW IT'S TIME
FOR ALASKAN RED KING CRAB.
IN CALM WATERS 500 MILES
TO THE NORTHEAST,
CAPTAIN JOHNATHAN
OF THE TIME BANDIT
PREPARES TO HAUL HIS FIRST POT
OF THE SEASON.
ALL RIGHT,
NOW WE CAN FINALLY GO CRABBING,
GO TO WORK,
AND GET THIS OVER WITH.
WE'VE DONE ALL THE SILLY STUFF
WE NEED TO DO.
YEP, FIRST ONE OF THE SEASON.
WE GOT ABOUT 11 HOURS OR SO.
11 HOURS OR SO, KIND OF.
WE NEED 25, 30 CRAB IN IT,
THEN WE'LL BE HAPPY CAMPERS.
Narrator: FISHING WITH ONLY
HALF AS MUCH GEAR
AS THE NORTHWESTERN,
CORNELIA MARIE, AND WIZARD,
JOHNATHAN HOPES HE SLAMMED
HIS POTS ON THE MOTHER LODE.
WE GOT TO GET IN THE BOW MASS,
SOME GOOD CRAB AND STAY IN IT.
'CAUSE WE'RE NOT GONNA GRIND
ON 20 AVERAGE.
WE'RE NOT THE GRINDERS.
THESE GUYS, WITH THEIR
400 POUNDS, 250 POUNDS
COULD STAY OUT HERE AND GRIND.
Narrator:
FOR SCOTTY HILLSTRAND,
THIS STRING WILL BE HIS FIRST
TEST AS A TIME BANDIT FISHERMAN.
I DON'T SEE NOTHING --
NOT VERY MANY.
EIGHT CRAB.
EIGHT.
WAS HOPING FOR MORE.
BETTER THAN ONES AND TWOS
AND ZEROES.
DAMN IT!
IT'S NOT LOOKING SO GOOD.
LOOKS PRETTY BAD.
AH.
USUALLY THE BIOMASS
IS A LOT CLOSER TO DUTCH,
BUT NO ONE'S
BEEN SEEING ANYTHING,
SO WE'RE WORKING OUR WAY
NORTHEAST AND EAST.
THAT'S WHAT I'M GONNA DO.
WE'LL PROBABLY HIT THE BIOMASS.
THERE'S JUST NOT A LOT OF CRAB
OUT HERE YET.
WE HAVEN'T FOUND THEM YET.
A LONG WAYS TO GO.
A LOT OF NIGHTS.
A LOT OF GRINDING BAIT.
A LOT OF HAULING.
A LOT OF SETTING.
A LOT OF STACKING.
AT LEAST WE'RE WITH A BUNCH OF
GUYS WE ALL GET A LONG WITH.
IT'LL MAKE THAT MUCH EASIER TO
GET THROUGH IT.
Narrator: AS DESOLATE GROUNDS
SOURS JOHNATHAN'S SPIRITS,
A CALL FROM THE RECENTLY PUNKED
CAPTAIN PHIL
COMES OVER THE RADIO.
[ RADIO BEEPING ]
HEY, JOHN.
I HAVE TO GIVE YOU AN A-PLUS
ON THAT ONE.
THAT WAS GOOD.
I THINK MY CREW ABOUT [BLEEP]
[ LAUGHTER ]
WE'LL TAKE THAT
AS A COMPLIMENT. THANKS.
I COULDN'T BELIEVE IT, MAN.
IT WASN'T LIKE
AN ECONOMY RIG, EITHER.
IT WAS A FULL-MEAL DEAL.
[ LAUGHS ]
THAT WAS GOOD.
I GIVE YOU AN A-PLUS
ON THAT ONE, MAN.
NEVER IN ALL MY YEARS
SEEN ANYTHING LIKE THAT.
I WAS PARKED NEXT TO THAT TRUCK
FOR JUST A LITTLE TOO LONG,
AND I WENT, "WAIT A MINUTE,
I GOT A FLATBED.
HERE'S A FORKLIFT.
THERE'S A TRUCK.
I GOT A BOAT
SITTING THERE AT THE DOCK.
EUREKA!"
I'LL HAVE TO
RETURN THE FAVOR,
BUT I THINK I'LL BE THINKING
FOR A LONG TIME
TO COME UP WITH ONE
BETTER THAN THAT.
OVER.
THE ONLY THING THAT CAN
TOP THAT'S AN AIRPLANE.
[ LAUGHS ]
YEP. THAT'S RIGHT.
OR A HELICOPTER.
[ LAUGHS ]
Narrator: THE CRAB COUNT.
WHILE THE EARLY DAWN
HAULS IN THE REST
OF HER BROWN CRAB QUOTA,
THE TIME BANDIT IS AT THE TOP
OF THE LEADERBOARD
WITH THE FIRST KING CRAB
OF THIS SEASON.
Narrator: 220 MILES TO THE NORTH
OF DUTCH HARBOR,
THE NORTHWESTERN
JOGS IN CALM SEAS.
CAPTAIN SIG'S GAMBLE TO FISH HIS
FATHER'S GROUNDS DIDN'T PAY OFF.
[ SPEAKING NORWEGIAN ]
Narrator: BUT FOR ONCE,
THE EVER-SECOND-GUESSING SKIPPER
STICKS WITH HIS GUT
AND ROLLS THE DICE ONCE MORE
WITH HIS DAD'S CHARTS.
Sig: IF I LOOK AT THAT CHART,
I DON'T THINK THERE'S A MILE
THAT HASN'T BEEN COVERED
BY THIS BOAT,
AND IT JUST REMINDS ME
OF SOMETHING THAT MY DAD
FISHED AT BEFORE
WHEN I FIRST GOT ON HERE.
WHEN WE WERE TEENAGERS,
WE FISHED UP,
AND HE WAS TALKING ABOUT
THIS COMPASS ROSE,
WHICH IS RIGHT HERE.
THAT'S THAT HOLE
HE WAS TALKING ABOUT.
I'M GONNA GO GIVE THAT A TRY.
SIG SETS A COURSE
FOR MORE FAMILY GROUNDS.
BUT TO INSURE
THE NEXT SET PAYS OFF...
HEY, ED!
Narrator:
SIG ORDERS EDGAR
TO OWN UP TO THE BOAT'S
FORGOTTEN NORWEGIAN RITUAL.
BITE SOMETHING.
ALL RIGHT.
THIS ONE'S FOR GOOD LUCK.
HERE WE GO.
[ GAGS ]
[ COUGHS ]
[ GAGGING ]
[ LAUGHS ]
FUNNY.
HEY, THAT'S NOT EVEN A BITE!
COME ON, BE AN ANIMAL.
Man: YEAH!
YEAH!
YEAH!
SHOW SOME LOVE
FOR YOUR BOAT.
[ LAUGHS ]
I LOVE MY BOAT.
COME ON.
YEAH.
WE'RE GONNA HAVE A GOOD SEASON.
THAT BETTER HELP US
CATCH CRAB.
IF IT DOESN'T,
IT'LL MAKE A GOOD SANDWICH.
Narrator: WITH THE BAIT BITING
IN THE BOOKS,
THE MEN OF THE NORTHWESTERN
HOPE THAT GOING OLD-SCHOOL
WILL TURN
THEIR HARD-LUCK SEASON AROUND.
150 MILES TO THE NORTHEAST,
THE WIZARD STEAMS TOWARDS ITS
FIRST STRING OF PROSPECT POTS.
AFTER GETTING A FOUR-HOUR BREAK
FROM CAPTAIN KEITH,
GREENHORN JASON MOILANEN
IS CALLED BACK TO DUTY.
THAT WAS GREAT.
I NEEDED IT BAD.
I'M BACK UP
FOR MY NEXT 18-HOUR STINT.
LET'S DO IT.
HE DOESN'T KNOW IT YET,
BUT HE WORKED --
THAT LAST SHIFT THAT HE WORKED,
THE ONE THAT HE STARTED
TO FALL APART ON,
IS ABOUT HALF OF WHAT
HE'S GONNA BE GOING THROUGH
HERE IN THE COURSE OF THE SEASON
IN THE NEXT FEW DAYS.
LITTLE BABY BRUISE.
NOTHING BIG.
THIS IS PROBABLY FROM SLAMMING
INTO THE CRAB POT ONCE OR TWICE
BAITING THEM UP.
I'M PRETTY MUCH COVERED
HEAD TO TOE RIGHT NOW WITH THEM.
I CAN'T FEEL A THING.
BODY'S NUMB.
BUT I'M GONNA JUST KEEP MOVING.
Narrator: KEITH TOOK A GAMBLE
BY SETTING HIS POTS
ON THE NORTHERN TIP
OF THE CRAB GROUNDS.
WITH THE REST OF THE FLEET
HEADED HIS WAY,
KEITH HOPES THESE POTS
ARE ON THE CRAB.
Monte: YEAH!
WHOO!
UP TO THE NORTHERN END
OF OUR LITTLE PLANET,
AND IT'S LOOKING PRETTY GOOD
FOR ABOUT AN 18-HOUR SOAK HERE.
WE FOUND CRAB.
42.
Keith: 4-2?
ROGER.
BROUGHT A SMILE TO MY FACE
TO SEE MY FIRST COUPLE POTS
OF CRAB.
NEVER GOT TO SEE THAT BEFORE.
AND...JUST KEEP GOING WITH IT.
THIS IS WHERE THE MONEY
STARTS GETTING MADE.
AFTER JUST ABOUT FALLING APART
AFTER THAT SECOND SHIFT,
TO WALK OUT ON DECK
AND ALL OF A SUDDEN -- BOOM!
IF THAT DOESN'T
GET YOUR SPIRITS UP,
THERE'S NOTHING
IN THE BERING SEA THAT WILL.
JUST CHECKING ANOTHER POT,
AND IT'S STILL LOOKING GOOD.
[ LAUGHS ]
YEAH.
DO YOU SEE SUCCULENT,
GLORIOUS KING CRAB?
Narrator: CAPTAIN KEITH WANTS TO
GET A CLOSER LOOK AT HIS CRAB,
SO HE HEADS DOWN
TO THE SORTING TABLE.
LOOKING GOOD!
GOOD!
YES!
IT'S LOOKING GOOD!
I'M HAPPY, MAN.
YES, I AM!
IT'S DEFINITELY A BIG SHOT
OF ADRENALINE
WHEN YOU'RE PULLING UP
YOUR PROSPECT HERE
AND YOU'RE SEEING 50, 57, 50.
68!
Keith: 68!
OH, YEAH!
SO, NOW WE'RE GONNA SLAP OFF
EVERYTHING WE GOT ON THIS BOAT.
WE NEED TO GET OUR GEAR ON IT
WHILE IT'S HERE.
'CAUSE THEY MIGHT NOT
BE HERE TOMORROW.
THEY MIGHT NOT BE HERE
THE NEXT DAY, SO.
ALL RIGHT, IT'S ALL GOING OFF
IN ONE STRING.
Narrator: AS THEY BEGIN
TO CARPET BOMB THE GROUNDS,
THE PRE-STAGED BAIT
GIVES GREENHORN MOI
A CHANCE TO HONE HIS SKILLS.
THIS IS ONE OF THE MOST
DANGEROUS THINGS THAT WE DO
IS WHEN WE'RE SETTING GEAR,
OKAY?
THIS IS WHERE YOU GET JERKED
OVER THE SIDE.
BASICALLY, I'M GONNA
GET MYSELF OVER,
I'M GONNA BACK OUT OF THE WAY,
AND THAT'S WHEN YOU'RE GONNA
WING YOUR STUFF OVER.
AS YOU MOVE TO THE RAIL,
WATCH YOUR FEET.
KEEP YOUR FEET ON THE DECK,
OKAY?
YOU WATCH ME,
I'LL WATCH YOU,
AND WE'LL BOTH TAKE OUR MONEY
TO THE BANK, ALL RIGHT?
I'M READY.
I'M READY FOR THIS.
HOLD ON NOW.
Keith: MOI, HEY, YOU KNOW WHAT?
HE'S OUT THERE WORKING.
I MEAN, IT'S NOT LIKE
HE'S RUNNING AROUND
JUST COMPLETELY INEPT
OR ANYTHING.
I MEAN, HE'S GETTING
THE JOB DONE.
HE'S JUST GOT TO KIND OF
WORK THROUGH IT
ONE SHIFT AT A TIME IS ALL.
AND GET HIS BODY BUILT UP
AND ACTUALLY BEAT DOWN
A FEW MUSCLES
AND BUILD A FEW OTHER ONES UP,
AND HE'LL BE FINE.
DEFINITELY NOT AN EASY JOB.
IT'LL WEAR ON YOU, AND IT'S ONLY
THE FIRST DAY OR TWO OR --
DON'T KNOW WHAT DAY IT IS.
Narrator: EACH BUOY BAG SETUP
WEIGHS 14 POUNDS.
WITH 135 POTS TO GO,
MOI WILL SPEND
THE NEXT EIGHT HOURS
LIFTING AND HURLING
MORE THAN A TON OF WEIGHT.
ONLY TIME WILL TELL IF
GREENHORN MOI HAS WHAT IT TAKES
TO MAKE IT ON THE BERING SEA.
NEXT TIME
ON "DEADLIEST CATCH"...
THAT'S STARTING TO BLOW.
ANOTHER BRUTAL ARCTIC STORM
SLAMS INTO THE FLEET.
YOU GET INTO THIS KIND OF
WEATHER,
THIS IS WHEN YOU START
HAVING GUYS --
YOU KNOW, YOU GET IN TROUBLE.
HEY!
15. 24.
8.
WHAT?
Narrator: CARELESS CRAB COUNTS
HAVE SKIPPERS READY TO ERUPT.
Sig:
HEY, WHAT ARE YOU GUYS DOING?
I WANT THE CRAB COUNT,
AND I WANT IT NOW!
Narrator: AND GREENHORNS LEARN
MORE PAINFUL LESSONS...
OW!
DON'T KILL IT!
DON'T KILL IT!
KEEP WORKING!
Narrator:
...ABOUT WHAT IT TAKES TO HUNT
DOWN THE DEADLIEST CATCH.
WHOO!
YEAH, BABY!
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.
WHOO!
IT'S A NEW KING CRAB SEASON
ON ALASKA'S BERING SEA.
BOATS HAVE REACHED
THE FISHING GROUNDS...
...BUT CAPTAINS
ARE STRIKING OUT.
DAMN IT!
Narrator: WITH FIERCE, ARCTIC
STORMS CRUSHING THE FLEET...
JUST ANOTHER DAY ON THE WIZARD.
Narrator: ...BOTH MAN AND STEEL
REACH THEIR BREAKING POINTS.
OH!
PRETTY MUCH
EVERYTHING HURTS.
Narrator: NOW THE $85-MILLION
CRAB FORTUNE IS ON THE LINE.
MONEY, MONEY, MONEY, M-M-MONEY!
Narrator:
AND THAT'S WHAT MAKES ALASKAN
CRAB THE DEADLIEST CATCH.
WHOO! WHOO-HOO!
YEAH!
[ LAUGHS ]
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DISCOVERY COMMUNICATIONS, LLC
Narrator:
48 HOURS HAVE PASSED
SINCE THIS YEAR'S RED KING CRAB
SEASON OFFICIALLY OPENED.
CAPTAINS GAMBLED
ON FISH AND GAME SURVEYS,
OLD CHARTS, AND DUMB LUCK
AND PLOTTED A 300-MILE COURSE
TOWARDS THE NORTHERN END
OF THE FISHING GROUNDS.
FIRST CRAB POT OF THE SEASON!
ROCK 'N' ROLL.
GOING NOW.
ALL RIGHT, GUYS.
LET HER GO.
Narrator: THE FIRST STRINGS OF
A BRAND-NEW SEASON WERE SET...
BUT TEST POT
SHOWED LITTLE SIGNS OF LIFE.
ABSOLUTELY NOTHING.
I DON'T HAVE A CLUE
ON WHAT'S GOING ON.
I'VE NEVER SEEN IT WHERE
IT'S JUST ABSOLUTELY BLANK.
WE OBVIOUSLY SHOULD HAVE GONE
WITH PLAN "A".
Narrator: NOW CAPTAINS FACE
A NEW ROADBLOCK --
A MASSIVE ARCTIC WEATHER SYSTEM
BARRELS TOWARDS THE FLEET
AND THE HUNT CONTINUES.
150 MILES
TO THE NORTH OF DUTCH HARBOR,
THE 125-FOOT NORTHWESTERN
IS ON A COLLISION COURSE
WITH AN ARCTIC STORMFRONT.
TONIGHT,
NORTHWEST WIND 40 KNOTS.
SEAS 21 FEET. RAIN.
35- TO 40-KNOT WINDS
COMING OUR WAY TONIGHT,
AND I SUSPECT WE'RE GONNA GET
SPANKED A LITTLE BIT
BY THE TIME WE GET UP THERE,
BUT EITHER WAY,
THESE POTS
ARE GOING IN THE WATER TONIGHT.
Narrator: AS THE STORMFRONT
BUILDS ON THE HORIZON,
SIG ORDERS THE CREW
TO BATTEN DOWN THE DECK.
Edgar:
IT'S PREVENTATIVE MAINTENANCE.
THAT'S HALF THE BATTLE
OF A BOAT.
IT'S NOT THAT WE'RE BEING SAFE,
WE'RE JUST BEING CAUTIOUS --
TAKING CARE OF OUR STUFF.
Sig: IF THE WEATHER
DOES TURN NORTHEAST,
LIKE IT'S SUPPOSED TO,
THE BOAT'S GONNA GET
A LITTLE ROLY.
AND IF YOU DON'T
GET THE CHAINS ON,
THE STACK CAN START
TO MOVE AROUND QUITE A BIT.
WE'VE HAD WEATHER
WHERE IT WAS NASTY.
I MEAN, REAL NAUTICAL STORM,
AND LOST POTS OVER THE STERN,
POTS STARTED TO SHAKE LOOSE,
HANGING OFF THE SIDE OF THE BOAT
BY ONE TIE.
SO YOU GOT TO DO IT.
Narrator: AFTER SIX HOURS
OF SECURING THE NORTHWESTERN
FOR THE COMING STORM,
EDGAR FINDS DIVINE INSPIRATION
IN A MOST UNLIKELY PLACE.
THAT'S JESUS CHRIST
ON MY BLOCK.
THERE'S THE NOSE.
THERE'S THE MUSTACHE, THE MOUTH.
EYE. EYE.
THERE'S THE HAIR.
HE'S LOOKING THAT WAY.
WE ROLL WITH GOD, MAN.
Narrator:
FOUR HOURS LATER...
DAMN!
JUST ROLLING.
THE WEATHER'S COMING UP
A LITTLE BIT.
WE'RE GONNA GET THIS LOAD OFF
BEFORE IT REALLY STARTS BLOWING.
Narrator: CHAINED OR NOT,
THE HIGH STACK
HAS DESTABILIZED THE BOAT.
IT'S DRIVING ME CRAZY.
Narrator:
SIG IS FORCED TO DROP HIS GEAR
50 MILES SHORT OF HIS TARGET.
WE'RE TRYING
TO GET THE GEAR SET.
NOW THE WIND HAS DECIDED
TO CHANGE DIRECTION
BY ALMOST 20 DEGREES.
AND WHEN IT CHANGES
ALL OF A SUDDEN,
THEN YOU GET
THESE CONFUSED SEAS.
SO NOW YOU HAVE SEAS
THAT ARE COMING
FROM DIFFERENT DIRECTIONS,
AND IT'S HARD TO MAKE IT SAFE
WHEN THINGS GET
KIND OF SQUIRRELLY.
READY?
ROGER!
Narrator: THE LAST HANSEN
TO GAMBLE NEAR THESE GROUNDS
WAS SIG'S FATHER, SVERRE,
NEARLY 25 YEARS AGO.
Sig: ALL I CAN DO NOW IS HOPE
THAT WE HIT SOMETHING,
GET A LITTLE LIFE
OUT OF THIS PLACE
IF THERE'S ANYTHING
CRAWLING DOWN THERE.
Edgar:
WEATHER'S GETTING SNOTTY.
IT'S WORSE WHEN YOU GOT POTS
ON TOP AND A GUY UP THERE.
WE'RE BUCKING INTO IT.
SWELL 35.
PROBABLY GOT A 15.
12-, 15-FOOT SWELL.
YEAH, OKAY.
17-FOOT SWELL.
ME AND MATT
ARE HAVING A GREAT TIME.
IT'S GREAT OUT HERE.
THIS JOB IS SO EASY.
BLOWING THE WAY IT IS,
IT MAKES THE BOAT ROLL MORE,
WHICH WEARS THEM OUT,
SO IF THEY'RE
A LITTLE PISSY RIGHT NOW,
I DON'T BLAME THEM
A [BLEEP] BIT.
'CAUSE I'M PISSY.
Narrator:
AFTER 78 POTS SPLASH THE WATER,
SIG CALLS DOWN TO EDGAR
FOR A LITTLE INSURANCE.
DID ANYBODY TAKE CARE
OF YOUR LITTLE RITUAL
BEFORE WE SET THIS LOAD?
DAMN IT!
Narrator:
FOR THE PAST 11 YEARS,
EDGAR HAS BITTEN THE HEAD
OFF OF A HERRING FOR GOOD LUCK.
THIS IS FOR GOOD LUCK, BABY.
IT'S NOT TOO BAD.
I'M STARTING TO FREAK OUT, MAN.
OUR LITTLE GOOD-LUCK DEAL
IS DWINDLING.
I CAN'T BELIEVE THEY FORGOT IT.
SIG ASKED IF WE'VE DONE
OUR YEARLY SEASONAL RITUAL --
THE BITING OF THE HERRING --
AND WE HAVE NOT YET.
IT'S GOT TO BE DONE BEFORE
THIS LAST POT'S OFF THE BOAT.
I WANT TO MAKE SURE SOMEBODY'S
BITING THE HEAD
OFF OF SOMETHING.
YOU KNOW, A LITTLE LUCK
NEVER HURT ANY FISHERMAN.
THAT'S ALL I KNOW.
Narrator:
150 MILES TO THE NORTHEAST,
THE 155-FOOT WIZARD
SURGES THROUGH THE RISING STORM.
Keith: THERE'S BEEN A FEW
20-FOOTERS ROLLING THROUGH,
BUT IT'S KIND OF CLASSIC
BERING SEA WEATHER TONIGHT.
Narrator:
CAPTAIN KEITH COLBURN'S SEASON
IS ALREADY OFF TO A ROCKY START.
HIS HULL WAS COMPROMISED
AND A LUCKY CHARM LOST.
BASICALLY, I WON'T SET GEAR
UNLESS I'M FORCED TO
WITHOUT A CUP O' NOODLES CUP
UP HERE TO USE FOR MY SPITTOON.
Narrator: NOW, WITH SEAS
AT 20 FEET AND RISING,
KEITH MUST RELY
ON HIS VETERAN DECKHANDS
TO COACH THE GREENHORNS
THROUGH BRUTAL CONDITIONS.
Keith: WHEN THE WEATHER
FIRST KICKS UP LIKE THIS,
GUYS JUST HAVE A LITTLE BIT MORE
HEIGHTENED AWARENESS.
YOU KNOW, BUT WE DO HAVE
TWO KIDS OUT THERE,
SO YOU'LL BE HEARING
SOPER BARKING.
YOU'LL BE HEARING MONTE BARKING.
THAT'S PART OF THE JOB --
MISERY.
MISERY IS PART OF THE JOB!
THIS IS THE FIRST DANG TASTE
OF REAL WEATHER,
SO THEY JUST NEED
TO GET THEIR SEA LEGS,
GET USED TO COMING
UP AND DOWN THE DECK
WITH THE BOAT PITCHING, AND,
YOU KNOW, THEY'LL GET IT DOWN.
JUST ANOTHER DAY ON THE WIZARD.
Soper: COME ON IN!
COME ON!
GRAB THAT SMALL FISH
RIGHT THERE.
AREN'T YOU SUPPOSED TO
BE OVER HERE?
MONTE TOLD ME
TO STAND BACK --
[ SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY ]
YOU JUST CAN'T WIN, CAN YOU?
I NEED A BAG
AND NICE FRESH COD.
WHERE'S THAT KID AT?
GUYS, WE NEED THE WANDERING UP
AND DOWN THE DECK MODE TO END.
THEY'VE BEEN COMPLETELY OUT OF
POSITION ON EVERY SINGLE POT.
THEY'RE JUST KIND OF
RUNNING AROUND IN CIRCLES
A LITTLE TOO MUCH.
YOU KNOW WHAT I DO NEED
IS I NEED ANOTHER BAIT JAR.
LIKE THE WIND!
THAT'S WHAT YOU GET FOR BEING
A GREENHORN, YOU LITTLE --
TELL GUY
TO KEEP HIS MOUTH SHUT.
ALL I AM IS JUST
A LITTLE BITCH ON THE BOAT.
SO I GOT TO TAKE IT.
HE'S KEEPING HIS MOUTH SHUT
JUST LIKE HE SHOULD.
OKAY, NOW GET BACK UP THERE
AND DO SOMETHING.
[ LAUGHS ]
HE'S TRYING.
I'LL TAKE THE [BLEEP]
ALL DAY LONG.
I JUST WANT TO BE ABLE TO HAVE
THE SPOT ON THIS BOAT
COME OPEN SEASON.
[ BEEP ]
Narrator: GREENHORN LYNN
MAY BE LAGGING BEHIND,
BUT HIS COUNTERPART, MOI,
IS WORN OUT
AND WANDERING AIMLESSLY.
MOI'S STILL RUNNING AROUND
IN [BLEEP] CIRCLES
WITH HIS HEAD CUT OFF.
MOI!
YOU JUST GOT TO KIND OF FOCUS
A LITTLE BIT FOR ME, OKAY?
THE GUYS
ARE JUST RUNNING ME RAGGED.
I THINK THEY'RE JUST TRYING
TO BREAK ME RIGHT NOW
TO SEE IF I'M GONNA GO DOWN.
I'M NOT GONNA LET THEM.
RIGHT NOW, MOI'S FRUSTRATED.
HE CAME OUT HERE EXPECTING
TO STEP ON THE DECK
AND BE A SUPERSTAR,
AND THAT'S NOT REALITY.
REALITY IS THAT
YOU COME OUT HERE,
YOU START BUSTING YOUR ASS
RIGHT OUT OF THE GATE,
YOU'RE GETTING YELLED AT,
YOU'RE BEHIND, YOU'RE NOT
GETTING THE JOB RIGHT.
YOU KNOW,
IT JUST DOESN'T COME EASY.
WHOO-HOO!
Narrator: IF MOI'S WORK ETHIC
DOESN'T CHANGE,
HIS FIRST SEASON ON THE
BERING SEA COULD BE HIS LAST.
COMING UP ON "DEADLIEST CATCH,"
THE BERING SEA
GIVES UP HER GOLD...
MONEY CRAB, BABY!
MONEY CRAB!
Narrator: ... AND SWALLOWS
AN OLD BUCKET OF BOLTS.
HE'S GONNA [BLEEP] HIS PANTS
WHEN HE PULLS THE TRUCK UP.
I KNOW THAT.
Narrator: 225 MILES NORTHEAST
OF DUTCH HARBOR,
TIME BANDIT CAPTAIN
JOHNATHAN HILLSTRAND
BREAKS FROM HUNTING CRAB
TO STALK A NEW PREY
LOOMING ON THE HORIZON.
YEAH, I THINK WE GOT HER
IN OUR SIGHTS.
Narrator:
SO FAR, THE PICKUP PRANK
FOR CAPTAIN PHIL HAS BACKFIRED.
BACK IN DUTCH HARBOR,
WHAT SEEMED LIKE A GOOD IDEA...
[ LAUGHTER ]
HAS BEEN A CONSTANT PAIN IN THE
BUTT FOR THE TIME BANDIT BOYS.
GEEZ!
DOING THIS TRUCK THING,
I SMASHED MY FINGER,
AND I WHIPPED MYSELF IN THE NOSE
WITH THAT BIG 2-INCH HOUSING.
NOW, WITH ONE DEVILISH STROKE,
THE CREW CAN FINALLY DITCH
THE RUSTY WRECK
AND PUNK CAPTAIN PHIL.
THAT FORD IS GONNA SLAM INTO THE
BOTTOM OF THE CORNELIA MARIE.
[ LAUGHS ]
OH, IT HAS BEGUN.
OKAY, POT NUMBER 710.
I THINK I SEE IT UP HERE.
[ LAUGHS ]
[ LAUGHTER ]
GAME ON.
Narrator:
THE PLAN IS DEVIOUSLY SIMPLE.
PULL PHIL'S POT,
AND REPLACE IT
WITH A PRE-OWNED PIECE OF JUNK.
A NICE FORD COMING AT YOU.
GET IT THE HELL AWAY.
Scott:
WE'RE IN THE MIDDLE OF NOWHERE,
WE MIGHT AS WELL HAVE
A LITTLE BIT OF FUN DOING IT.
Narrator:
WITH PHIL'S BUOYS ATTACHED,
THE DECK CAN NOW BE RELIEVED
OF ITS 17-FOOT,
3,000-POUND NUISANCE.
[ LAUGHS ]
VERY READY TO GET RID OF IT,
SO WE DON'T HAVE TO
TOUCH IT ANYMORE.
IT'LL BE
CORNELIA MARIE'S PROBLEM.
HE'S GONNA [BLEEP] HIS PANTS
WHEN HE PULLS THE TRUCK UP.
I KNOW THAT.
Man:
ABOUT THERE?
AS SOON AS YOU GUYS
ARE READY.
YOU GUYS READY?
NO.
YEAH, BABY!
[ LAUGHS ]
MISSION ACCOMPLISHED.
I'M GONNA KIND OF MISS
OLD SQUASH.
THAT'S WHAT I KIND OF NICKNAMED
MY LITTLE GIRL -- SQUASH.
IT'S A GOOD OLD TRUCK.
I HATE TO SEE HER GO.
[ JOHNATHAN LAUGHS ]
Narrator:
FISHING 350 MILES SOUTHWEST
OF THE RED KING CRAB GROUNDS
IS THE 108-FOOT EARLY DAWN.
AFTER GROSSING NEARLY
2 MILLION BUCKS,
CAPTAIN RICK FEHST NEARS THE END
OF A 97-DAY
BROWN KING CRAB MARATHON.
WE'RE GETTING PRETTY CLOSE HERE
AT REACHING OUR QUOTA.
I'M GONNA TRY TO DO IT
IN RECORD TIME.
I WANT TO GET OUT OF HERE.
I WANT TO GET THIS TRIP
OVER WITH
SO WE CAN SWITCH OVER
TO RED KING CRAB AND MOVE ON.
Fish:
YEAH, THIS IS AWESOME.
WE'RE JUST NAILING THEM.
IT'S BEEN A GREAT SEASON.
LOTS OF CRAB OUT THERE.
Narrator: BROWNS ARE
THREE-QUARTERS THE SIZE OF REDS,
HAVING A TOUGHER,
SPINIER EXOSKELETON,
AND THEY'RE FISHED IN DEPTHS
OF UP TO 3,500 FEET.
Fehst: THEY LIVE
ON STEEP CLIFFS, MOUNTAINS,
HILLS, VALLEYS, ROCK PILES.
Narrator: TO CATCH BROWN CRABS
IN THE DEEP TERRAIN,
RICK USES A DIFFERENT
YET EQUALLY DANGEROUS PROCESS
CALLED LONG MINING.
BROWN CRAB BOATS
DROP ONE MASSIVE STRING
WITH POTS ATTACHED
AT 400-FOOT INTERVALS.
EACH STRING CAN CONTAIN
UPWARDS OF 100 POTS.
THERE'S A LOT OF RISK OUT HERE
FOR THESE GUYS ON DECK.
Narrator: THE MOST DANGEROUS
PART -- DODGING THE BITE.
YOU'RE ON THE BACK SIDE
OF THE LINE.
YOU'RE IN BETWEEN A POT
AND THE LINE.
YOU'RE IN THE BITE.
YOU'RE IN A BAD SITUATION,
YOU KNOW?
WE CAN'T CUT THE LINE, TURN
AROUND, AND GET YOU IN TIME.
THAT'S WHY WE ALL PACK A KNIFE.
START CUTTING.
YOU KNOW, THAT'S THE ONLY THING
THAT CAN SAVE YOUR LIFE.
Yager:
PAT IS IN THE BITE NOW,
SO IF ANYTHING
WAS CAUGHT UP HERE,
HE WOULD GO FOR A RIDE.
SEE HOW THAT WORKS?
THAT'S NOT GOOD.
FOR YOU GREENHORNS OUT THERE,
DON'T DO IT LIKE THAT.
Narrator: THE NONSTOP
FAST AND FURIOUS PACE
CREATES DANGER ZONES
ALL OVER THE BOAT.
WHEN BROWNS ARE HAULED,
THE LONG LINE RUNS
THROUGH THE BLOCK,
ACROSS THE BACK
OF THE WHEELHOUSE,
DOWN THE PORT SIDE,
TO THE LINE BIN
AT THE AFT OF THE BOAT.
IN FULL OPERATION,
THE DECK TRANSFORMS
INTO A GAUNTLET
OF FLYING TANGLES OF LINE...
...AND BONE-CRUSHING STEEL.
A LOT OF BAD THINGS CAN HAPPEN.
ANOTHER SPOT --
DON'T RUN UNDER THE LINE.
THIS -- YOU TAKE A GUY OUT.
Narrator: ANOTHER OBSTACLE --
FLYING SEA LINKS --
2-POUND STEEL HOOKS
USED TO CONNECT THE POTS
TO THE LONG LINE --
WHIP ACROSS THE DECK.
FLYING SEA LINKS.
YOU GOT THE SEA LINKS ATTACHED
TO A BRIDLE ALSO ON THE POT.
YOU COME UP, THE TWO GROUPS
SLIDE TOGETHER LIKE THIS.
BUT A DECK FULL OF DEATH TRAPS
IS WELL WORTH THE RISK.
YOU GOT AN $800 POT.
ONE POT.
TAKES YOU ONE MINUTE
TO HAUL $800 WORTH OF CRAB.
BROWN CRAB'S AN AWESOME FISHERY.
MONEY, MONEY, MONEY, M-M-MONEY!
Narrator: COMING UP
ON "DEADLIEST CATCH"...
A GREENHORN
STEPS OVER THE LINE...
Mezich: THEY'VE BEEN FISHING
FOR 25 YEARS.
I'VE BEEN FISHING FOR ONE.
THEY CAN DO SOMETHING FASTER.
THAT'S JUST AMAZING!
AND THE CORNELIA MARIE DRAGS UP
A SURPRISE FROM THE DEEP.
Phil: HOLY!
IS THAT A CAR?
Narrator: 260 MILES SOUTHWEST
OF DUTCH HARBOR,
CAPTAIN RICK FEHST
OF THE EARLY DAWN
HAULS THE SECOND TO THE LAST
STRING THROUGH THE BLOCK.
FIRST POT'S UP.
WHAT DO WE GOT?
OH, THIS SUCKS!
FIRST POT --
NOT TOO IMPRESSIVE.
WHAT IS GOING ON HERE?
NOT A VERY GOOD SIGN.
THREE CRABS.
THEY MUST HAVE TOOK OFF ON US.
Narrator:
BAD FISHING MEANS MORE TIME AWAY
FROM THE HIGHLY LUCRATIVE
RED KING GROUNDS --
A DELAY RICK CAN'T AFFORD.
Fehst:
I'M TRYING TO WRAP IT UP.
MY PARTNER BOAT --
HE STARTED RED CRAB ON TIME.
MAKES ME JEALOUS.
[ LAUGHS ]
I SHOULD BE THERE WITH HIM
RIGHT NOW.
Narrator: NOT ONLY IS RICK
PRESSURED TO CATCH CRAB,
HE ALSO HAS TO KEEP A WATCHFUL
EYE ON THE BOAT OWNER'S SON --
SECOND YEAR GREENHORN
BRYAN MEZICH.
BROWN KING CRAB.
Narrator: LAST YEAR,
FISHING THE BERING SEA
WAS POOR TORMENT FOR BRYAN,
AND HIS CREW DIDN'T MAKE IT
ANY EASIER.
WE GOT BUTTERBALL OVER HERE
TRYING TO PUSH ON THE DOOR.
HE'S GOT THE POWER
OF NESTLé QUIK,
POTATO CHIPS,
AND JELLY DOUGHNUTS.
OF COURSE, HE COILED
THIS BLANKET OF BULL [BLEEP]
THIS IS A HORN COIL
IF I'VE EVER SEEN ONE.
WOULD I LIKE TO PUT MY FOOT UP
HIS [BLEEP] SURE.
HE'S BEEN A LITTLE HARDER
THAN MOST
BECAUSE IT GOES IN ONE EAR
AND OUT THE OTHER, SO TO SPEAK.
Narrator: BRYAN MAY BE THE SAME
COCKSURE KID HE WAS LAST YEAR...
THEY'VE BEEN FISHING
FOR 25 YEARS.
I'VE BEEN FISHING FOR ONE.
THEY CAN DO SOMETHING FASTER.
THAT'S JUST AMAZING!
BUT THE YEAR OF FISHING
AND AN IMPROVED WORK ETHIC
HAS IMPRESSED THE SALTIER CREW.
HE HAS DEFINITELY, GRADUALLY
STARTED TO LIKE FISHING
AND PARTICIPATING MORE.
I THINK HE'S GOT POTENTIAL.
Narrator:
AT LEAST FOR THE TIME BEING.
BEAUTIFUL CRABS.
Mezich: LOOK AT THE SIZE
OF THESE THINGS. WHOO!
COME ON!
GIVE ME SOME LOVE!
MORE LOVE!
MORE LOVE!
HE'S GOOD KID, BUT HE STILL GOT
SOME LEARNING.
BUT HE'S TRYING HARDER
AND HARDER EVERY DAY.
WE WON'T
TELL HIM THAT, THOUGH.
HIS HEAD WILL GET TOO BIG.
[ GROWLS ]
[ CHUCKLES ]
FISHING 490 MILES
TO THE NORTHEAST
IS THE 128-FOOT CORNELIA MARIE.
SO FAR THIS SEASON,
FISHING HAS BEEN A TOTAL BUST
FOR CAPTAIN PHIL HARRIS.
Phil: UNBELIEVABLE.
THERE WAS THREE CRABS
IN THAT LAST ONE.
Narrator:
NOW, PHIL APPROACHES THE LAST
POT IN HIS BAD-LUCK STRING.
Phil: THIS IS THE LAST POT
IN THE STRING COMING UP.
MAYBE IT'S GOT CRAB IN IT.
WE'RE HOOKED UP ON --
THE BUOY SUNK OR SOMETHING.
WE'RE PULLING UP OUR POT
AND ANOTHER ONE.
Millman:
SUPER TIGHT RIGHT NOW.
DOESN'T WANT TO PULL.
Phil: HOLY [BLEEP]
IS THAT A CAR?
YEAH!
THAT'S A CAR?
WHAT THE HELL?
AN F-250.
GOOD LORD.
WOW, MAN.
I NEVER CAUGHT A TRUCK BEFORE.
[ LAUGHS ]
WOW.
THAT WAS WAY UNEXPECTED.
WELL, OUR LAST POT IN THIS
STRING IS A FULL-SIZED TRUCK.
[ LAUGHS ]
OH, MAN.
Millman: THAT'S A LOT
OF WEIGHT TO PULL.
WELL, NOW I KNOW WE CAN PULL
A TRUCK WITH THE BLOCK.
Phil: [ LAUGHS ]
YEAH, BABY!
IS THERE ANY CRAB IN IT?
YEAH. [ LAUGHS ]
Narrator:
A NOTE FROM THE TIME BANDIT TIPS
OFF THE CORNELIA MARIE CREW.
THAT IS A GOOD ONE.
THAT BEATS MY PIPE
TENFOLD THERE.
I GOT TO GIVE HIM AN "A"
FOR THAT ONE.
THE HILLSTRAND BROTHERS,
YOU KNOW?
THE HILLSTRANDS ARE SOME
DIRTY PLAYERS, MAN.
LET'S GET RID OF IT.
AS MUCH AS I'D LIKE
TO SAVE THAT,
I DON'T KNOW
WHAT I'D DO WITH IT.
LET HER RIP.
[ LAUGHTER ]
Narrator:
NEXT ON "DEADLIEST CATCH,"
GREENHORNS BREAK DOWN...
I JUST DON'T KNOW.
...AND THE NORTHWESTERN
GETS BURNED.
THAT'S WHAT'S KICKING OUR ASS
RIGHT NOW.
THIS COULD BE
A PAINFUL STRING, MAN.
Narrator:
250 MILES NORTH OF DUTCH HARBOR
IS THE 155-FOOT WIZARD.
HEY, IS THAT THE NUMBER 167
OR IS THAT -- THAT'S 68, RIGHT?
Narrator:
CAPTAIN KEITH COLBURN
DROPPED HIS ENTIRE STACK
THROUGH THE STORM,
NOW HE'S HAULING AND STACKING
ANOTHER 150 POTS FROM STORAGE.
AS SOON AS WE SEE SOME CRAB --
SOMETHING THAT LOOKS LIKE
IT'S GOOD ENOUGH TO SET ON,
WE'LL DEFINITELY
BE GETTING THIS GEAR OFF.
LeVeen: WE'RE STACKING THE LAST
OF OUR 150 HERE.
TO FIND OUT WHERE THE CRAB
ARE AND DROP ALL THESE
ON TOP OF THEM.
WE'VE GOT THE GREENHORNS BATING
THE POTS WHEN THEY'RE COMING ON.
THAT'S GONNA SAVE US
A LOT OF TIME
WHEN WE'RE GETTING THEM
BACK OFF.
YOU KNOW, YOU WANT TO GET THEM
OFF AS FAST AS YOU CAN.
Narrator: BAITING THE POTS
MIGHT SAVE TIME LATER,
BUT RIGHT NOW, IT ONLY MEANS
ONE THING FOR THE GREENHORNS --
MORE WORK.
Guitard: RIGHT NOW,
I AM CUTTING UP SOME COD
SO WE CAN KEEP UP
WITH THE BAIT, YOU KNOW?
THAT'S MY DUTY AS GREENHORN.
SHOULDER'S A LITTLE --
A LITTLE TENDER, I GUESS,
FROM JUMPING IN AND OUT OF THOSE
POTS, BUT IT'S NOTHING TOO BAD.
I'M NOT SURE HOW MANY HOURS
I'VE BEEN WORKING,
BUT I'M FINE RIGHT NOW,
AND I FEEL LIKE I CAN GO
FOR ANOTHER 12 HOURS.
Narrator:
AS LYNN GETS A SECOND WIND,
HIS COUNTERPART, MOI,
LOOKS FOR A PLACE TO CRASH.
I'M COLD, GETTING SWEATY,
SOAKING WET, TIRED AS HELL.
DON'T QUIT YOUR DAY JOBS
AND COME DO THIS.
IT'LL BE [BLEEP] HOURS, MAN,
I TELL YOU WHAT.
I'M BARELY HOLDING ON
AS WE SPEAK RIGHT NOW.
Narrator:
WITH MOI AT HIS BREAKING POINT,
CAPTAIN KEITH HAS NO CHOICE
BUT TO PULL HIM OFF DECK.
HEY, JASON.
YOU'RE DOWN.
QUITE FRANKLY, MOI NEEDS
A LITTLE EXTRA REST RIGHT NOW.
I THINK THAT FIRST 30 HOURS
WITH ONLY FOUR HOURS OF SLEEP
WAS A RUDE AWAKENING TO WHAT
THE BERING SEA IS LIKE.
MY HANDS HURT.
MY BACK HURTS.
MY SHOULDERS HURT.
PRETTY MUCH EVERYTHING HURTS.
I COULD GET ABOUT SIX HOURS
OF SLEEP NOW AND A MEAL.
HOPEFULLY FEEL A LITTLE BIT
BETTER AFTER THAT.
I-I...
I JUST DON'T KNOW.
[ LAUGHS ]
Keith: THE BERING SEA,
IT'S A WAR OF ATTRITION, AND
A LOT OF GUYS DON'T SURVIVE.
WE'LL SEE.
WE DEFINITELY HAVE MORE THING
TO KEEP AN EYE ON OUT HERE NOW.
THAT'S FOR SURE.
Narrator:
150 MILES TO THE SOUTHEAST,
NORTHWESTERN CAPTAIN SIG HANSEN
APPROACHES HIS FIRST POTS
OF THE SEASON.
WE'RE OUT ON OUR SOUTHERN
GEAR -- THE FIRST LOAD WE SET.
THIS IS THE SOUTHERNMOST STRING.
WE DO HAVE A LOT SOAKED
ON THE GEAR.
THINKING POSITIVE, I HOPE THAT
WE CAN GET SOMETHING OUT OF IT.
Narrator: LATE OUT OF THE GATES
DUE TO A DAMAGED PROP,
SIG GAMBLED AND BROKE
FROM THE FLEET,
PLOTTING A COURSE
FOR FAMILY GROUNDS
THAT HADN'T BEEN FISHED
IN OVER 40 YEARS,
A GAMBLE EDGAR HOPES
PAYS OFF IN SPADES.
RETIREMENT.
THAT'S WHAT I HOPE TO SEE
IN THIS FIRST POT.
RETIREMENT.
150.
NO, 40's GOOD.
40, 50.
THAT'S A GOOD SIGN.
WE'LL GET, WHAT,
40 IN THE FIRST POT?
SURE. I HOPE SO.
DON'T WANT TO STACK
THE FIRST STRING.
OKAY, FIRST POT
OF THE SEASON COMING UP.
WHOA!
THAT IS NOT GOOD!
WE'RE IN A DESERT.
THAT MAKES IT EASY TO DECIDE
WHAT TO DO, DON'T IT?
TO MOST GUYS,
IT'S JUST JUNK AND PAPER,
BUT, TO ME, IT'S A GOLD MINE.
I THINK A LOT OF GUYS ARE GONNA
JUMP RIGHT OVER CRAB,
AND I DON'T SEE ANY REASON TO GO
AND FOLLOW A BUNCH OF SHEEP.
WE'VE HAD SEASONS DOWN THERE
IN THE PAST
WHERE WE'VE DONE REALLY WELL.
Narrator:
A GAMBLE THAT ISN'T PAYING OFF.
IT WAS FOUR ALTOGETHER.
I THREW ONE OVER.
THAT WAS IT.
YOU KNOW, THE FEW CRAB
THAT ARE IN THERE,
IT'S NOT EVEN WORTH RUNNING THE
HYDRAULICS TO MOVE THE TABLE.
JUST DUMP -- DUMP THE THREE
WE'RE GETTING ON DECK
AND PICK THEM UP.
Narrator: AS IF THE POOR FISHING
WASN'T PAINFUL ENOUGH,
THE POTS ARE DRAPED
WITH A NASTY BYCATCH.
THIS IS JELLYFISH SLIME.
THIS IS THE STUFF OFF OF TAILS.
AND IT BURNS.
IT BURNS WORSE THAN ACID DOES.
LOT OF JELLYFISH ON THE END
OF THAT LINE, THEY WERE TALKING.
LOT OF SLIME.
THIS IS GONNA BE
A PAINFUL STRING, MAN.
MY FACE IS BURNING --
NOT SO MUCH IN HERE,
BUT RIGHT HERE.
NOT ONLY ARE WE NOT
CATCHING CRAB,
I GOT TO GET SLAPPED
BY JELLYFISH, TOO.
THIS IS WERE ALL THE BROWN STUFF
STEMS FROM RIGHT THERE.
THEY GOT THESE LITTLE TAILS
THAT STICK OUT.
THEY'RE USUALLY ABOUT THIS LONG.
THAT'S WHAT'S KICKING OUR ASS
RIGHT NOW.
THE LAST 10 POTS,
WE CAUGHT ABOUT AS MUCH CRAB
AS WE WOULD IN ABOUT ONE POT.
THAT'S NOT GONNA
MAKE OUR SEASON.
WE NEED A HECK OF A LOT MORE
THAN THAT TO MAKE OUR SEASON.
AFTER STACKING
ALL OF HIS 150 MISFIRED POTS,
IT'S TIME FOR A NEW PLAN.
RIGHT NOW, IT'S STARTING TO
LOOK LIKE THEY'RE UP NORTH.
WE'RE ON A MISSION.
WE WANT TO GET THESE MOVED,
WE WANT TO TRY TO GET THEM
UP THE HILL,
AND SEE IF WE CAN'T GET ON
SOME STEADIER FISHING.
WE NEED SOMETHING.
Narrator:
NEXT ON "DEADLIEST CATCH"...
[ LAUGHTER ]
AY CARAMBA!
...A BROWN CRAB BONANZA...
AND A KING CRAB WASTELAND.
ONES AND TWOS AND ZEROES.
I WAS HOPING FOR MORE.
Narrator: 260 MILES SOUTHWEST
OF DUTCH HARBOR,
THE EARLY DAWN IS WRAPPING UP
HER BROWN CRAB SEASON.
THIS COULD BE THE LAST STRING
OF THE 2007 BROWN CRAB.
WE GOT ABOUT 600 MORE CRAB
TO PUT IN THE TANK,
AND WE'LL BE CAPPING THEM OFF
AND RAILING THE REST
AND GETTING READY TO HEAD
TO DUTCH AND START RED CRABBING.
BROWN CRAB '07
COMING TO AN END!
WHOO!
YEAH!
Narrator:
AFTER 20 SOLID POTS,
CAPTAIN RICK COMES DOWN
TO GIVE THE BOYS THE GOOD NEWS.
NO MORE CRAB.
NO MORE CRAB.
NO MORE CRAB.
Fish: IT'S GOOD TO KNOW
WE GOT ACCOMPLISHED
WHAT WE SET OUT TO DO.
EXTREMELY RELIEVED.
Man: YEAH?
YEAH.
I'LL EVEN BE MORE RELIEVED
IN THE END OF RED SEASON.
Narrator:
BY RICK'S ESTIMATE,
THE EARLY DAWN
HAS REACHED HER QUOTA.
TO AVOID A FINE, THE REST
OF THE CRAB IN THIS STRING
ARE DUMPED BACK IN THE WATER.
Fehst: THERE'S ALWAYS NEXT YEAR.
WE'LL BE BACK.
THE SAME CRAB THAT WE'RE
DUMPING OUT THE BACK RIGHT NOW
WILL BE HERE NEXT YEAR.
TO ALL THOSE KEEPERS
GOING OVER THE SIDE OF THE BOAT,
YOU GOT SO DAMN LUCKY.
[ LAUGHS ]
Narrator: WITH THEIR GRUELING
BROWN KING CRAB SEASON NOW OVER,
THE CREW STACKS THE GEAR
WHILE RICK HEADS TO DUTCH
TO WEIGH IN AND CASH OUT.
THE EARLY DAWN CAUGHT
784,000 POUNDS OF BROWN CRAB
WORTH $1.9 MILLION --
$90,000 FOR EACH MEMBER
OF THE CREW.
NOW IT'S TIME
FOR ALASKAN RED KING CRAB.
IN CALM WATERS 500 MILES
TO THE NORTHEAST,
CAPTAIN JOHNATHAN
OF THE TIME BANDIT
PREPARES TO HAUL HIS FIRST POT
OF THE SEASON.
ALL RIGHT,
NOW WE CAN FINALLY GO CRABBING,
GO TO WORK,
AND GET THIS OVER WITH.
WE'VE DONE ALL THE SILLY STUFF
WE NEED TO DO.
YEP, FIRST ONE OF THE SEASON.
WE GOT ABOUT 11 HOURS OR SO.
11 HOURS OR SO, KIND OF.
WE NEED 25, 30 CRAB IN IT,
THEN WE'LL BE HAPPY CAMPERS.
Narrator: FISHING WITH ONLY
HALF AS MUCH GEAR
AS THE NORTHWESTERN,
CORNELIA MARIE, AND WIZARD,
JOHNATHAN HOPES HE SLAMMED
HIS POTS ON THE MOTHER LODE.
WE GOT TO GET IN THE BOW MASS,
SOME GOOD CRAB AND STAY IN IT.
'CAUSE WE'RE NOT GONNA GRIND
ON 20 AVERAGE.
WE'RE NOT THE GRINDERS.
THESE GUYS, WITH THEIR
400 POUNDS, 250 POUNDS
COULD STAY OUT HERE AND GRIND.
Narrator:
FOR SCOTTY HILLSTRAND,
THIS STRING WILL BE HIS FIRST
TEST AS A TIME BANDIT FISHERMAN.
I DON'T SEE NOTHING --
NOT VERY MANY.
EIGHT CRAB.
EIGHT.
WAS HOPING FOR MORE.
BETTER THAN ONES AND TWOS
AND ZEROES.
DAMN IT!
IT'S NOT LOOKING SO GOOD.
LOOKS PRETTY BAD.
AH.
USUALLY THE BIOMASS
IS A LOT CLOSER TO DUTCH,
BUT NO ONE'S
BEEN SEEING ANYTHING,
SO WE'RE WORKING OUR WAY
NORTHEAST AND EAST.
THAT'S WHAT I'M GONNA DO.
WE'LL PROBABLY HIT THE BIOMASS.
THERE'S JUST NOT A LOT OF CRAB
OUT HERE YET.
WE HAVEN'T FOUND THEM YET.
A LONG WAYS TO GO.
A LOT OF NIGHTS.
A LOT OF GRINDING BAIT.
A LOT OF HAULING.
A LOT OF SETTING.
A LOT OF STACKING.
AT LEAST WE'RE WITH A BUNCH OF
GUYS WE ALL GET A LONG WITH.
IT'LL MAKE THAT MUCH EASIER TO
GET THROUGH IT.
Narrator: AS DESOLATE GROUNDS
SOURS JOHNATHAN'S SPIRITS,
A CALL FROM THE RECENTLY PUNKED
CAPTAIN PHIL
COMES OVER THE RADIO.
[ RADIO BEEPING ]
HEY, JOHN.
I HAVE TO GIVE YOU AN A-PLUS
ON THAT ONE.
THAT WAS GOOD.
I THINK MY CREW ABOUT [BLEEP]
[ LAUGHTER ]
WE'LL TAKE THAT
AS A COMPLIMENT. THANKS.
I COULDN'T BELIEVE IT, MAN.
IT WASN'T LIKE
AN ECONOMY RIG, EITHER.
IT WAS A FULL-MEAL DEAL.
[ LAUGHS ]
THAT WAS GOOD.
I GIVE YOU AN A-PLUS
ON THAT ONE, MAN.
NEVER IN ALL MY YEARS
SEEN ANYTHING LIKE THAT.
I WAS PARKED NEXT TO THAT TRUCK
FOR JUST A LITTLE TOO LONG,
AND I WENT, "WAIT A MINUTE,
I GOT A FLATBED.
HERE'S A FORKLIFT.
THERE'S A TRUCK.
I GOT A BOAT
SITTING THERE AT THE DOCK.
EUREKA!"
I'LL HAVE TO
RETURN THE FAVOR,
BUT I THINK I'LL BE THINKING
FOR A LONG TIME
TO COME UP WITH ONE
BETTER THAN THAT.
OVER.
THE ONLY THING THAT CAN
TOP THAT'S AN AIRPLANE.
[ LAUGHS ]
YEP. THAT'S RIGHT.
OR A HELICOPTER.
[ LAUGHS ]
Narrator: THE CRAB COUNT.
WHILE THE EARLY DAWN
HAULS IN THE REST
OF HER BROWN CRAB QUOTA,
THE TIME BANDIT IS AT THE TOP
OF THE LEADERBOARD
WITH THE FIRST KING CRAB
OF THIS SEASON.
Narrator: 220 MILES TO THE NORTH
OF DUTCH HARBOR,
THE NORTHWESTERN
JOGS IN CALM SEAS.
CAPTAIN SIG'S GAMBLE TO FISH HIS
FATHER'S GROUNDS DIDN'T PAY OFF.
[ SPEAKING NORWEGIAN ]
Narrator: BUT FOR ONCE,
THE EVER-SECOND-GUESSING SKIPPER
STICKS WITH HIS GUT
AND ROLLS THE DICE ONCE MORE
WITH HIS DAD'S CHARTS.
Sig: IF I LOOK AT THAT CHART,
I DON'T THINK THERE'S A MILE
THAT HASN'T BEEN COVERED
BY THIS BOAT,
AND IT JUST REMINDS ME
OF SOMETHING THAT MY DAD
FISHED AT BEFORE
WHEN I FIRST GOT ON HERE.
WHEN WE WERE TEENAGERS,
WE FISHED UP,
AND HE WAS TALKING ABOUT
THIS COMPASS ROSE,
WHICH IS RIGHT HERE.
THAT'S THAT HOLE
HE WAS TALKING ABOUT.
I'M GONNA GO GIVE THAT A TRY.
SIG SETS A COURSE
FOR MORE FAMILY GROUNDS.
BUT TO INSURE
THE NEXT SET PAYS OFF...
HEY, ED!
Narrator:
SIG ORDERS EDGAR
TO OWN UP TO THE BOAT'S
FORGOTTEN NORWEGIAN RITUAL.
BITE SOMETHING.
ALL RIGHT.
THIS ONE'S FOR GOOD LUCK.
HERE WE GO.
[ GAGS ]
[ COUGHS ]
[ GAGGING ]
[ LAUGHS ]
FUNNY.
HEY, THAT'S NOT EVEN A BITE!
COME ON, BE AN ANIMAL.
Man: YEAH!
YEAH!
YEAH!
SHOW SOME LOVE
FOR YOUR BOAT.
[ LAUGHS ]
I LOVE MY BOAT.
COME ON.
YEAH.
WE'RE GONNA HAVE A GOOD SEASON.
THAT BETTER HELP US
CATCH CRAB.
IF IT DOESN'T,
IT'LL MAKE A GOOD SANDWICH.
Narrator: WITH THE BAIT BITING
IN THE BOOKS,
THE MEN OF THE NORTHWESTERN
HOPE THAT GOING OLD-SCHOOL
WILL TURN
THEIR HARD-LUCK SEASON AROUND.
150 MILES TO THE NORTHEAST,
THE WIZARD STEAMS TOWARDS ITS
FIRST STRING OF PROSPECT POTS.
AFTER GETTING A FOUR-HOUR BREAK
FROM CAPTAIN KEITH,
GREENHORN JASON MOILANEN
IS CALLED BACK TO DUTY.
THAT WAS GREAT.
I NEEDED IT BAD.
I'M BACK UP
FOR MY NEXT 18-HOUR STINT.
LET'S DO IT.
HE DOESN'T KNOW IT YET,
BUT HE WORKED --
THAT LAST SHIFT THAT HE WORKED,
THE ONE THAT HE STARTED
TO FALL APART ON,
IS ABOUT HALF OF WHAT
HE'S GONNA BE GOING THROUGH
HERE IN THE COURSE OF THE SEASON
IN THE NEXT FEW DAYS.
LITTLE BABY BRUISE.
NOTHING BIG.
THIS IS PROBABLY FROM SLAMMING
INTO THE CRAB POT ONCE OR TWICE
BAITING THEM UP.
I'M PRETTY MUCH COVERED
HEAD TO TOE RIGHT NOW WITH THEM.
I CAN'T FEEL A THING.
BODY'S NUMB.
BUT I'M GONNA JUST KEEP MOVING.
Narrator: KEITH TOOK A GAMBLE
BY SETTING HIS POTS
ON THE NORTHERN TIP
OF THE CRAB GROUNDS.
WITH THE REST OF THE FLEET
HEADED HIS WAY,
KEITH HOPES THESE POTS
ARE ON THE CRAB.
Monte: YEAH!
WHOO!
UP TO THE NORTHERN END
OF OUR LITTLE PLANET,
AND IT'S LOOKING PRETTY GOOD
FOR ABOUT AN 18-HOUR SOAK HERE.
WE FOUND CRAB.
42.
Keith: 4-2?
ROGER.
BROUGHT A SMILE TO MY FACE
TO SEE MY FIRST COUPLE POTS
OF CRAB.
NEVER GOT TO SEE THAT BEFORE.
AND...JUST KEEP GOING WITH IT.
THIS IS WHERE THE MONEY
STARTS GETTING MADE.
AFTER JUST ABOUT FALLING APART
AFTER THAT SECOND SHIFT,
TO WALK OUT ON DECK
AND ALL OF A SUDDEN -- BOOM!
IF THAT DOESN'T
GET YOUR SPIRITS UP,
THERE'S NOTHING
IN THE BERING SEA THAT WILL.
JUST CHECKING ANOTHER POT,
AND IT'S STILL LOOKING GOOD.
[ LAUGHS ]
YEAH.
DO YOU SEE SUCCULENT,
GLORIOUS KING CRAB?
Narrator: CAPTAIN KEITH WANTS TO
GET A CLOSER LOOK AT HIS CRAB,
SO HE HEADS DOWN
TO THE SORTING TABLE.
LOOKING GOOD!
GOOD!
YES!
IT'S LOOKING GOOD!
I'M HAPPY, MAN.
YES, I AM!
IT'S DEFINITELY A BIG SHOT
OF ADRENALINE
WHEN YOU'RE PULLING UP
YOUR PROSPECT HERE
AND YOU'RE SEEING 50, 57, 50.
68!
Keith: 68!
OH, YEAH!
SO, NOW WE'RE GONNA SLAP OFF
EVERYTHING WE GOT ON THIS BOAT.
WE NEED TO GET OUR GEAR ON IT
WHILE IT'S HERE.
'CAUSE THEY MIGHT NOT
BE HERE TOMORROW.
THEY MIGHT NOT BE HERE
THE NEXT DAY, SO.
ALL RIGHT, IT'S ALL GOING OFF
IN ONE STRING.
Narrator: AS THEY BEGIN
TO CARPET BOMB THE GROUNDS,
THE PRE-STAGED BAIT
GIVES GREENHORN MOI
A CHANCE TO HONE HIS SKILLS.
THIS IS ONE OF THE MOST
DANGEROUS THINGS THAT WE DO
IS WHEN WE'RE SETTING GEAR,
OKAY?
THIS IS WHERE YOU GET JERKED
OVER THE SIDE.
BASICALLY, I'M GONNA
GET MYSELF OVER,
I'M GONNA BACK OUT OF THE WAY,
AND THAT'S WHEN YOU'RE GONNA
WING YOUR STUFF OVER.
AS YOU MOVE TO THE RAIL,
WATCH YOUR FEET.
KEEP YOUR FEET ON THE DECK,
OKAY?
YOU WATCH ME,
I'LL WATCH YOU,
AND WE'LL BOTH TAKE OUR MONEY
TO THE BANK, ALL RIGHT?
I'M READY.
I'M READY FOR THIS.
HOLD ON NOW.
Keith: MOI, HEY, YOU KNOW WHAT?
HE'S OUT THERE WORKING.
I MEAN, IT'S NOT LIKE
HE'S RUNNING AROUND
JUST COMPLETELY INEPT
OR ANYTHING.
I MEAN, HE'S GETTING
THE JOB DONE.
HE'S JUST GOT TO KIND OF
WORK THROUGH IT
ONE SHIFT AT A TIME IS ALL.
AND GET HIS BODY BUILT UP
AND ACTUALLY BEAT DOWN
A FEW MUSCLES
AND BUILD A FEW OTHER ONES UP,
AND HE'LL BE FINE.
DEFINITELY NOT AN EASY JOB.
IT'LL WEAR ON YOU, AND IT'S ONLY
THE FIRST DAY OR TWO OR --
DON'T KNOW WHAT DAY IT IS.
Narrator: EACH BUOY BAG SETUP
WEIGHS 14 POUNDS.
WITH 135 POTS TO GO,
MOI WILL SPEND
THE NEXT EIGHT HOURS
LIFTING AND HURLING
MORE THAN A TON OF WEIGHT.
ONLY TIME WILL TELL IF
GREENHORN MOI HAS WHAT IT TAKES
TO MAKE IT ON THE BERING SEA.
NEXT TIME
ON "DEADLIEST CATCH"...
THAT'S STARTING TO BLOW.
ANOTHER BRUTAL ARCTIC STORM
SLAMS INTO THE FLEET.
YOU GET INTO THIS KIND OF
WEATHER,
THIS IS WHEN YOU START
HAVING GUYS --
YOU KNOW, YOU GET IN TROUBLE.
HEY!
15. 24.
8.
WHAT?
Narrator: CARELESS CRAB COUNTS
HAVE SKIPPERS READY TO ERUPT.
Sig:
HEY, WHAT ARE YOU GUYS DOING?
I WANT THE CRAB COUNT,
AND I WANT IT NOW!
Narrator: AND GREENHORNS LEARN
MORE PAINFUL LESSONS...
OW!
DON'T KILL IT!
DON'T KILL IT!
KEEP WORKING!
Narrator:
...ABOUT WHAT IT TAKES TO HUNT
DOWN THE DEADLIEST CATCH.
WHOO!
YEAH, BABY!