Deadliest Catch (2005–…): Season 4, Episode 3 - Deadliest Catch - 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.

COMING UP...

HEADS UP!

JUST THREE WEEKS INTO THIS
YEAR'S RED-KING-CRAB SEASON,

A BARRAGE OF FIERCE ARCTIC
STORMS PUMMELS THE FLEET,

AND LUKEWARM FISHING

BRINGS CAPTAINS
TO THEIR BOILING POINTS.



I WANT THE CRAB COUNT,
AND I WANT IT NOW!

NOW IN THIS HIGH-STAKES GAME...

KICK ASS!

...IT'S ALL ABOUT THE NUMBERS...

WOW!

...AS THE HUNT CONTINUES

FOR THE DEADLIEST CATCH.

YEAH!

[ MID-TEMPO ROCK MUSIC PLAYS ]

260 MILES NORTHEAST
OF DUTCH HARBOR,

THE TIME BANDIT CREW
HAULS THE FIRST POT

CAPTAIN JOHNATHAN SET
ON FAMILY GROUNDS.

YEAH!

[ CHEERING ]



KICK ASS!

[ CHEERING CONTINUES ]

OOH, YEAH. OOH, YEAH.

THIS IS AWESOME.

THAT'S A BIG DADDY.

DIDN'T LOOK VERY GOOD YESTERDAY.

TODAY WE'RE LOOKING GOOD.

COME ON, BABY!
LOOK AT THAT!

THE RED ZONE RIGHT THERE!

Narrator: AFTER A SLOW START
TO THE SEASON,

THE TIDE FINALLY TURNS
IN THEIR FAVOR.

THAT'S CRAB FISHING
FOR YOU, MAN -- HEAVEN AND HELL.

IT COULD BE HELL,

THEN ALL OF A SUDDEN
YOU'LL FIND THE MOTHER LODE.

WOW!

[ LAUGHS ]

THAT COWBOY HAT'S
GOOD LUCK, MAN.

PUTS THAT [BLEEP] COWBOY HAT ON,
AND WHAMMO! WE'RE ON THE CRAB.

EVERY TIME IT COMES ON,
GAME ON!

[ BOTH LAUGH ]

Narrator: WITH FULL POTS
AND SPIRITS RISING,

GREENHORN SCOTT HILLSTRAND TAKES
A SHOT AT WORKING THE RAIL.

HE STARTED OUT
A LITTLE BIT SLOW,

BUT, MAN, HE'S JUST RACKING
BUOYS RIGHT THROUGH THE BLOCK.

[ WHIRRING ]

I THINK SCOTT'S DOING GREAT.

MAYBE HE'LL MAKE
SOME GOOD MONEY,

AND THEN HE'LL HAVE TIME OFF
WHEN I HAVE TIME OFF

AND WE CAN DO STUFF TOGETHER.

THIS IS
WHAT WE'RE HERE FOR.

I KNOW HE LOVES IT OUT HERE.

YEAH, YOU JUST WANT
TO DO THE BEST FOR HIM,

AND YOU WANT HIM TO HAVE
A BETTER LIFE THAN YOU HAD.

Narrator:
SCOTTIE HILLSTRAND GREW UP

LIKE ANY OTHER NORMAL KID,

THAT IS IF THAT KID
WERE THE SON

OF A SECOND-GENERATION
CRAB FISHERMAN.

Scottie: YEAH, I FEEL LIKE
THIS BOAT IS A PART OF ME.

YOU KNOW, IT'S WHERE I GREW UP.

YOU KNOW, FOR MY 2-, 3-YEAR-OLD
BIRTHDAYS, I WAS ON THE BOAT.

MY FAMILY HAS NEVER BEEN
THE 9:00-TO-5:00 DEAL,

BUT THAT'S WHY
I'M COMING OUT HERE.

THIS IS MY TRIAL PERIOD,
YOU KNOW? SEE WHAT HAPPENS.

Narrator:
SCOTTIE JOINS A FISHING HERITAGE

BEGINNING IN 1964

WITH HIS GRANDFATHER
JOHN WESLEY HILLSTRAND.

Scottie: MY GRANDFATHER STARTED
FISHING, YOU KNOW, IN THE '70s,

AND HE KICKED ASS.

MY GRANDPA WAS A CRAZY GUY.

HE WAS ONE HELL OF A FISHERMAN,
TOO.

ROUGH AND TOUGH --
THAT'S THE WAY HE WAS.

Narrator: A LOT HAS CHANGED

SINCE GRANDPA HILLSTRAND
FISHED THESE WATERS.

BUT SOME THINGS
HAVE REMAINED THE SAME --

THE BERING SEA
IS JUST AS DEADLY,

AND THE HILLSTRAND CLAN?

WELL, THEY'RE JUST AS WILD
AS EVER.

♪ I AM, I AM, I AM ♪

♪ A CHANGING MAN ♪

WHOA!

♪ I'LL HOLD HER, BOY ♪

♪ JUST AS LONG AS I CAN ♪

♪ BUT I AM, I KNOW, I AM ♪

♪ A CHANGING MAN ♪

♪ GOT THIS NEED TO BE FORGIVEN ♪

♪ AND I'M NOT SURE WHAT IT IS
I'VE DONE ♪

I HOOKED IT A LITTLE BIT
TO THE LEFT,

WHICH CAUSED ME TO GO THROUGH
THE BUNKER.

NEXT TIME I GOT IT.

♪ ...THEM, TOO, AGAIN ♪

Man: OKAY, THANK YOU
FOR YOUR INTERVIEW, SIR.

THIS IS NEAL.

NEAL ON THE REFRIGERATOR.

WE GOT NEAL
ON THE REFRIGERATOR.

WHAT ARE YOU
GONNA SAY, TOM?

[ LAUGHTER ]

[ GUNSHOTS ]

♪ ...A CHANGING MAN ♪

GO ON, GET IT!

♪ I'LL HOLD HER, BOY ♪

[ GUNSHOT ]

[ CHEERS AND LAUGHTER ]

♪ 'CAUSE I AM, I KNOW, I AM ♪

♪ A CHANGING MAN ♪

♪ WHEN I WAKE UP
WITH SOMEBODY'S FACE TOMORROW ♪

♪ OH, NO ♪

♪ 'CAUSE I AM, I KNOW, I AM ♪

♪ A CHANGING MAN ♪

YEAH! DO A CRAB DANCE.

THAT WAS -- [ LAUGHS ]

Narrator:
FOR 12 STRAIGHT HOURS,

JOHNATHAN'S PULLED
FROM A MASSIVE BIOMASS,

AVERAGING 60 KEEPERS PER POT.

WHOO!

NOW THEY'RE JUST
A COUPLE OF POTS SHY

OF CRAMMING THEIR CRAB TANK

WITH THE 33,000 POUNDS
THEY NEEDED FOR THIS TRIP.

60, 69!

7-5, BABY!

CRAB FISHING NOW,
BABY!

Narrator:
AFTER 19 DAYS OF FISHING,

THE TIME BANDIT
WILL BE THE FIRST BOAT

TO HEAD BACK TO DUTCH HARBOR

AND THE FIRST TO GET PAID.

[ LAUGHS ]

ALL ABOUT THE MONEY!

SHAKE 'N' BAKE,
LITTLE BROTHER!

SHAKE 'N' BAKE!

[ CHEERING ]

IT'S A 26-HOUR RUN
TO DUTCH HARBOR,

WHERE THE TIME BANDIT
WILL OFF-LOAD.

[ SONAR PINGS ]

55 MILES TO THE SOUTH, THERE'S
THE 126-FOOT NORTHWESTERN.

WE'RE GONNA GET 35, 40 HOURS
OUT OF THIS, YOU WATCH.

YEAH!

Narrator:
CAPTAIN SIG STUCK WITH HIS GUT

AND HAS DROPPED MORE GEAR
ON HIS DAD'S GROUNDS.

NOW THE FAMILY ROAD MAP
IS PAYING OFF.

I MEAN, RIGHT NOW I'VE GOT CRAB
OFF TO THE EAST HERE.

I'VE GOT CRAB OUT TO THE WEST.
I'VE GOT IT IN BOTH SETS.

I JUST, YOU KNOW,
AM SCRATCHING MY HEAD, THINKING,

"YOU KNOW,
YOU GOT TO PICK A SPOT."

WE'RE GONNA KEEP STACKING,

SEE HOW THESE STRINGS DO,
AND MAKE UP OUR MINDS.

BUT WHEN I SEE A TABLE
FULL OF CRAB,

I SURE IN THE HECK
DON'T LIKE TO LEAVE IT.

Narrator: ON DECK,

GREENHORN JAKE ANDERSON
IS IN CHARGE OF THE CRAB COUNT.

Sig: HOW MANY?

24. 2-4.

HIS JOB IS TO CONSOLIDATE THE
COUNT FROM THE OTHER FISHERMEN,

WRITE THE NUMBER DOWN,
AND RELAY IT TO SIG.

23.

15, 1-5.

27, 2-7!

JAKE, GET ME THOSE NUMBERS,
OKAY?

ROGER, ROGER!

SIG'S BEGINNING TO SUSPECT
THE COUNT IS NOT ACCURATE.

OKAY.
AND THEN BEFORE THAT.

41.

YOU HAVE 32, YOU JUST TOLD ME.
AND 11 MAKES --

31.

SO IT WOULD HAVE BEEN --

HEY, WHAT ARE
YOU GUYS DOING?

I WANT THE CRAB COUNT,
AND I WANT IT SET!

AND I WANT IT NOW!

53, 5-3, 44, 4-4,

AND 42, 4-2.

[ CHUCKLES ]

Man: WHAT HAPPENS IF THOSE
NUMBERS ARE WRONG?

Edgar: IF YOUR COUNTS ARE OFF,
YOUR WEIGHT'S OFF.

IF YOUR WEIGHT'S OFF
AND YOU CATCH TOO MUCH,

YOU CAN GET FINED.

NUMBERS
ARE VERY IMPORTANT TO ME.

MY LIFE CONSISTS OF NUMBERS,

AND WHEN I DON'T GET 'EM,
I GET REALLY FREAKING MAD,

BECAUSE IT'S NOT THAT HARD
TO GIVE ME NUMBERS.

Narrator:
AFTER 36 STRAIGHT HOURS OF WORK,

DECK BOSS EDGAR NEEDS TO REGAIN
CONTROL OF A SLOPPY DECK

OR THE NEXT ASS BEING CHEWED
WILL BE HIS OWN.

HE DOESN'T HAVE A KNIFE.

HE DOESN'T HAVE --

HE DOESN'T HAVE A KNIFE.

HE DOESN'T HAVE A KNIFE.

I'M THE ONLY ONE
WHO'S GOT A KNIFE.

HERE.
THERE'S 20 KNIFE BELTS.

NO REASON ALL OF YOU GUYS
SHOULDN'T HAVE A KNIFE ON YOU.

IF I GO OVER, I WANT SOMEONE
TO BE THERE FOR ME.

Narrator: IF A FISHERMAN
GETS CAUGHT IN THE LINE --

SOMETHING THAT HAPPENS
FREQUENTLY --

A SHARP KNIFE MAY BE
THE ONLY THING

THAT STANDS BETWEEN STAYING ON
DECK OR A TRIP TO THE BOTTOM.

THERE, A LITTLE REMINDER,

MAYBE YOU SHOULD BE
WEARING A BELT.

TODAY, JAKE WILL WEAR A SMELLY
COD INSTEAD OF A KNIFE.

I JUST DON'T WANT HIM TO FORGET.

THAT'S THE MOST IMPORTANT THING
HE COULD HAVE.

SCREW THE BOOTS.
SCREW THE GLOVES.

ALWAYS WEAR YOUR KNIFE BELT.
ALWAYS.

VERY HUMBLING.

AS IF THE JOB'S NOT HARD ENOUGH
ITSELF, YOU GET TO WEAR A COD.

NEXT, A CAPTAIN
TRIES TO CATCH A THIEF.

TOUCH MY GEAR AGAIN,

IT'S GAME ON, PAL.

[ SONAR PINGS ]

Narrator:
270 MILES NORTH OF DUTCH HARBOR,

CAPTAIN KEITH COLBURN
OF THE WIZARD IS ON THE CRAB.

Keith:
WE'RE OFF TO A GOOD START,

AND THAT ONE'S GOT TO BE
ALL OF 70 CRAB,

60 OR 70, SO THIS'LL WORK.

OH, YEAH!

[ CHEERING ]

Man:
THAT IS BEAUTIFUL!

Narrator: KEITH CONSOLIDATED
300 POTS INTO ONE SQUARE MILE,

A RISKY MOVE THAT'S NOW
PAYING OFF IN SPADES.

OH, BOY.

I THINK SO!

HERE WE GO.
WHAT DID WE GET, LENNY?

WE HAD 112 IN THE LAST POT.

WHOO!

112. [ LAUGHS ]

WE'RE OFF
TO A WONDERFUL START.

RIGHT ON!

YEAH! WHOO!

SO FAR, WE'VE HAD A 75,
A 70, A 75, A 68,

AND A 112 THROUGH THESE FIRST 5.

OH, LOOK AT THAT!
WHOO!

YEAH!

THIS IS A BEAUTIFUL CRAB.

AND HE'S NOT HAPPY.

Narrator: ON DECK,

THE TWO GREENHORNS,
JASON MOILANEN AND LYNN GUITARD,

HUSTLE TO KEEP UP
WITH THE FAST-PACED ACTIVITY.

I ENJOY BEING OUT HERE,
YOU KNOW?

SO FAR, AT LEAST RIGHT NOW.

I DON'T MIND THE CRITICISM.
YOU KNOW, IT'S MY OWN FAULT.

LOOK OUT!

WHERE'D HE GO?

Narrator: AND LYNN IS STEADILY
PROVING HIS WORTH.

Soper: THE KID'S DOING QUITE A
BIT BETTER THAN MOI RIGHT NOW.

HE'S NOT SHOWING SIGNS
OF BEING BEAT UP,

AND HIS SKILLS
ARE GETTING BETTER.

HE'S GETTING A LITTLE MORE
ORGANIZED WITH WHAT HE'S DOING.

THIS IS OLDER STUFF
RIGHT HERE.

NOPE.

Narrator:
HALFWAY THROUGH THE STRING,

KEITH NOTICES A POT
IS NOT WHERE HE PLACED IT.

Keith: IT'S ABOUT 2/10 OF A MILE
OFF WHERE IT'S SUPPOSED TO BE,

WHICH IS AN INDICATION
THAT SOMEBODY CAME THROUGH HERE

AND DECIDED TO TAKE A PEEK
AT ONE OF MY POTS.

IT LOOKS LIKE HE CAME IN,
WANDERED AROUND,

PULLED A LOOP HERE.

WHY WOULD YOU PULL A LOOP
UNLESS YOU PULLED IN,

HAULED THE POT, SET IT BACK,
AND THEN TOOK OFF.

IF HE'S CHECKING MY POTS,
THEN I'M PISSED OFF,

BECAUSE THE ONE THING I DON'T DO

IS TOUCH OTHER PEOPLE'S GEAR,
PERIOD.

WE'RE PICKING THESE UP,

AND WE'RE GONNA MOVE THEM
UP THE HILL.

THERE'S NO WAY I'M PUTTING THEM
BACK IN HERE,

ESPECIALLY WITH THIS GUY SITTING
RIGHT THROUGH THE NEIGHBORHOOD.

[ BIRDS CALLING ]

Narrator: KEITH SPOTS
ANOTHER CRAB BOAT OFF THE BOW.

Keith: HEY, YOU KNOW WHAT,
GUYS? IT'S THAT SAME GUY.

HEY, BOAT RIGHT OFF MY STARBOARD
SIDE, YOU PICK ME UP HERE?

I CAN'T GET ANY CLOSER!

COME ON,
YOU ON THIS ONE?

[ STATIC ]

HE'S NOT COMING BACK
BECAUSE -- HE KNOWS WHY
HE'S NOT COMING BACK --

'CAUSE HE KNOWS
EXACTLY WHAT I KNOW --

THAT'S THAT HE [BLEEP]
HAULED MY POT.

ALL RIGHT,
SEE YOU IN TOWN.

DON'T EXPECT ME TO BE BUYING

ANY [BLEEP] BEERS
IN THE FUTURE.

TOUCH MY GEAR AGAIN,
IT'S GAME ON, PAL.

[ SONAR PINGS ]

Narrator: BACK IN DUTCH HARBOR,
AS A STORM FRONT MOVES IN,

THE EARLY DAWN
SCRAMBLES TO LEAVE PORT.

MIKE, LET PAT
GET HIS BOW LINES IN.

I NEED A DOCK GUY!
BOW LINE!

CAPTAIN RICK FEHST GROSSED
$2 MILLION FISHING BROWN CRABS,

BUT IT'S PUT HIM TWO WEEKS
BEHIND THE START

OF THE MORE LUCRATIVE
RED-KING-CRAB SEASON.

CLEAR!

Fehst: WE GOT 100 POTS
ON BOARD RIGHT NOW.

I CAN COVER 50 MILES --
A HALF-MILE APART.

IT SEEMS LIKE A LONG STRETCH
TO SPREAD OUT YOUR GEAR,

BUT...IT COULD PAY OFF.

WITHIN TWO DAYS, I COULD HAVE
THE INFORMATION I'M LOOKING FOR

WITHOUT ANYBODY'S HELP.

ONCE I FIND THEM,
IT'S, "START MAKING BAIT, BOYS."

IT'S TIME TO SET.

Narrator: AS RICK SETS A COURSE
TOWARD UNTESTED TERRITORY,

THE CREW MAKE THEIR OWN
PREPARATIONS DOWN IN THE GALLEY.

HEAVENLY FATHER, WE THANK YOU
FOR LAST BROWN-CRAB SEASON.

THERE WAS NO INJURIES,

AND YOU LOOKED OVER
OUR FAMILY AND LOVED ONES.

WE ASKED THAT YOU PUT A HAND
OF PROTECTION OVER THE BOAT

SO THERE ARE NO INJURIES.

WE ASK THIS TO BE
A PROFITABLE SEASON FOR US.

YOU KNOW WE WORK HARD,

AND WE ASK THAT WE SEE
SOME PROFITS FROM OUR HARD WORK.

Man: AMEN. LET'S CATCH
SOME RED CRAB, BOYS. BE SAFE.

GUYS ARE SPIRITUAL ON A BOAT.

THEY MAY NOT BE
THE TRADITIONAL RELIGION,

BUT THEY'RE STILL SPIRITUAL.

I MEAN, YOU SEE SO MUCH NEAT
STUFF OUT HERE, YOU KNOW,

THAT IT'S
NOT JUST SOMETHING WE DO.

Narrator: PRAYER'S OVER.

FOR THE GREENHORNS,

SHANE DAVIS AND BRYAN MEZICH,
THE BOAT OWNER'S SON,

IT'S RIGHT BACK TO THE GRUNGE
WORK OF PREPARING BAIT.

[ MOTOR WHIRRING ]

Mezich: WE NEED 100,

BUT THE SKIPPER SAID WE COULD
MAKE ABOUT 50, CALL IT GOOD,

'CAUSE THERE'LL BE TIME
IN BETWEEN.

WE CAN MAKE THEM THEN,

SO I DON'T KNOW
HOW MANY WE'RE MAKING.

WE'RE GOING TILL, I GUESS,
WE FEEL LIKE STOPPING.

Fehst: TRY AND TAKE ADVANTAGE
OF ALL THE MINUTES THAT I HAVE

WHILE I GOT THE WEATHER.

I'VE GOT TILL
MAYBE NOON TOMORROW.

Narrator: BY NIGHTFALL,
THE CLEAR-WEATHER WINDOW CLOSES.

THE EARLY DAWN
PLOWS THROUGH 20-FOOT SEAS

AND 60-MILE-AN-HOUR WINDS.

NOW THEY NEED TO LAUNCH
80,000 POUNDS OF CRAB POTS

IN ORDER TO STABILIZE
THEIR BOAT.

AH, HAPPY DAYS
ARE HERE AGAIN.

[ BUZZER SOUNDS ]

NUMBER ONE, GOING OVER, BABY!
WHOO!

THERE GOES THE FIRST POT
OF THE 2007 RED CRAB SEASON.

BRAVO, PAPA.

GO GET SOME CRAB, PAPA.

COME ON. STEP UP.

GRAB SOME STEEL.
GIVE HER A SPIN.

TO GET THEIR 100 POTS
OFF THE DECK,

THEY'LL HAVE TO WORK THROUGH
THE NIGHT IN UGLY CONDITIONS --

NOT AN EASY WAY
TO START THE SEASON.

COMING UP,
A GREENHORN TAKES A HIT.

YOU GET INTO
THIS KIND OF WEATHER,

THIS IS WHEN YOU START HAVING
GUYS, YOU KNOW, GET IN TROUBLE.

HEY!

Narrator: 180 MILES
NORTHEAST OF DUTCH HARBOR,

DAWN BREAKS
ON THE CORNELIA MARIE.

TWO WEEKS OF DISMAL FISHING HAS
CAPTAIN PHIL'S BLOOD BOILING.

Phil: THESE POTS
HAVEN'T SHOWN ANYTHING.

IT'S REALLY BAD.

WE PROBABLY GOT AN 8, 9 AVERAGE,
SOMETHING LIKE THAT.

IT JUST DOESN'T LOOK GOOD.

THIS MORNING, FOR SOME REASON,
I DON'T --

I FEEL LIKE I COULDN'T
MAKE A DECISION

TO WIPE MY [BLEEP] OR GO BLIND.

AND THAT'S BAD.

TO ME RIGHT NOW,
I FEEL LIKE I'M [BLEEP] UP.

Narrator:
TO MAKE MATTERS WORSE,

THE FEW CRAB THAT CLIMB INTO
THE POTS ARE CLIMBING BACK OUT.

Phil:
HALF THE POTS THAT COME UP,

THEIR DOORS AREN'T TIGHT
ON THEM, YOU KNOW?

JUST SLOPPY, JUST SLOPPY WORK,
AND IT PISSES ME OFF.

AND I THINK IT'S DING AND DONG
THAT ARE DOING IT.

Narrator: IN CRAB FISHING,
ATTENTION TO DETAIL MATTERS,

AND PHIL'S SONS JAKE AND JOSH
ARE NOT PAYING ATTENTION.

YOU GUYS SEE THE DOORS
ON THESE POTS?

THEY'RE HANGING OPEN
ON THE BOTTOM?

I DON'T KNOW
WHO'S TYING THEM,

BUT YOU GUYS NEED TO DO
A BETTER JOB, MAN.

I MEAN, THAT'S...
THAT'S NOT GOOD.

THEY GET GOING IN A HURRY,

AND THEY DON'T REALIZE
THEY'RE DOING IT.

BUT THEY'RE GONNA HAVE TO SLOW
THEIR LITTLE ASS DOWN TO...

DO IT RIGHT.

I'D RATHER BE QUICK THEN TAKE
A LITTLE BIT LONGER ON THE POT.

IT'S HARD ENOUGH
CATCHING THESE THINGS

WITHOUT THROWING
SLOPPY AND CARELESS IN THERE.

Narrator:
ALTHOUGH PHIL'S A STICKLER
FOR EVEN THE SMALLEST DETAIL,

HE TAKES IT EASY ON HIS SONS
THIS TIME.

AFTER ALL,
JAKE HAS A BIRTHDAY COMING UP.

TODAY'S HIS BIRTHDAY.

I HAVEN'T SAID,
"HAPPY BIRTHDAY."

I GOT TO GIVE HIM A CARD HERE
IN A LITTLE BIT.

I WAS PARTYING MY ASS OFF
WHEN HE WAS BORN.

Man: YEAH?

I REMEMBER IT
LIKE IT WAS YESTERDAY.

ONLY BECAUSE IT'S
YOUR BIRTHDAY TODAY, BIG BOY,

AM I LIGHTENING UP
ON YOU.

BY THE WAY, HAPPY BIRTHDAY.

I'M STILL 21!

Josh:
IT'S HIS BIRTHDAY TOMORROW!

IT'S THE 20th, ISN'T IT?

THE 21st?

THE 21st!

OKAY, YEAH,
HE WAS BORN AT NIGHT,

SO THERE'S A BIG DEAL

ABOUT WHETHER IT WAS
THE 20th OR 21st.

HIS DAD'S NOT SURE BECAUSE
HE SAYS HE WAS BORN AT NIGHT.

FOR SOME REASON, THAT GIVES IT
A LOT OF UNCERTAINTY.

LAST YEAR, HE WENT AND HE BOUGHT
EVERYBODY A BEER AT THE BAR,

AND HE SAID THAT THAT WAS
MY BIRTHDAY PRESENT.

SO THIS YEAR, HE BETTER BE,
LIKE, GIVING ME SOMETHING COOL.

Phil: I CLAIM IT WAS THE 20th.

I PICKED HIM UP
TO SEE HOW CUTE HE WAS,

AND HE PISSED ALL OVER ME.

Narrator: ON A SHORT BREAK,
THE SKIPPER REFUELS

WITH CAFFEINE, NICOTINE,
AND STRESS --

THE ESSENTIAL BERING SEA
FOOD GROUPS.

12, 14...

16 LEFT OUT OF 36,
SO YOU'RE LOOKING AT 20 --

HE'S BEEN THROUGH 56 RED BULLS
IN 5 DAYS.

DO THE MATH.

ONE THING I LEARNED
LAST SEASON --

DON'T ASK ANY QUESTIONS,
JUST GET HIM WHAT HE WANTS.

[ SONAR PINGS ]

Narrator:
150 MILES TO THE NORTHWEST,

THE WIZARD CONTINUES
ITS 24/7 OPERATION.

WHILE KEITH GETS A REST,
BROTHER MONTE TAKES THE WHEEL.

YOU GET INTO
THIS KIND OF WEATHER,

THIS IS WHEN YOU START HAVING
GUYS, YOU KNOW, GET IN TROUBLE.

WEATHER GOT A LITTLE BIT
MORE INTERESTING TONIGHT.

WE'VE HAULED ABOUT 40,

AND IT JUST RAISES THE BAR
JUST ANOTHER NOTCH.

JUST GOT TO KEEP AN EYE
ON THE HORN.

Monte: IT'S BLOWING.
IT'S STARTING TO BLOW.

ALL RIGHT, INTO THE DITCH NOW.

Narrator: IN LOUSY WEATHER,
NO PLACE ON DECK IS SAFE,

ESPECIALLY FOR THE GREENHORNS.

Monte: WE'RE WORRIED
ABOUT THESE GREENHORNS

EVEN WHEN IT'S NICE OUT.

THEY DON'T KNOW
WHERE THE DANGER ZONES ARE.

LEARNING THESE THINGS
TAKES TIME.

UNFORTUNATELY, TIME IS ONE THING

THAT WE DON'T REALLY HAVE
A SURPLUS OF.

THROW ME
THAT THROTTLE, MOI.

RIGHT HERE.
THANK YOU.

MOI IS 35 YEARS OLD.

AND IT'S UNFORTUNATE,
BUT AGE IS AN ISSUE OUT HERE.

THIS IS A YOUNG MAN'S GAME

WHEN YOU'RE OUT
ON ONE OF THESE DECKS.

IT REALLY IS.

HEADS UP!
HEADS UP!

HERE WE GO!
HEAD ON OVER!

[ MOTOR GRINDING ]

LOOK OUT! HEADS UP!

HEY! WHOA!

Narrator: THE WRONG PLACE,
AND THE WRONG TIME.

MOI GOT LUCKY.

JUST GOT WIPED OUT BY A WAVE
SETTING THE HOOK ON THE POT.

COMING AT YOU, BUD!

Narrator: THE TWO-WEEK GRIND

HAS LEFT MOI'S BODY BRUISED
AND HIS SPIRT SHATTERED,

AND IT'S ONLY
GOING TO GET WORSE.

IN ALL HONESTY,
I THINK HE'S IN FOR A LITTLE BIT

OF AN EYE-OPENER,
TO TELL YOU THE TRUTH.

Narrator:
NEXT ON "DEADLIEST CATCH"...

HEY, PHIL,
CAN YOU HEAR ME?

PHIL?

[ SONAR PINGS ]

Narrator: 180 MILES NORTHEAST
OF DUTCH HARBOR,

THE 128-FOOT CORNELIA MARIE

DRIVES INTO 20-FOOT SEAS
AND 50-KNOT WINDS.

THE TIDE'S GONNA CHANGE,

AND IT'S GONNA GET REALLY
NAUTICAL HERE SHORTLY

IN THE NEXT COUPLE HOURS.

Phil: I USED TO SIT AROUND
AND LISTEN TO THE WEATHER,

GET ALL WORRIED ABOUT IT
AND EVERYTHING.

I GAVE ALL THAT UP.

WE'RE GONNA BE HERE.
WE GOT A JOB TO DO.

LET'S GO DO IT.

SCREW THE WEATHER.

Narrator: IT'S NOT THE WEATHER
THAT WORRIES CAPTAIN PHIL.

IT'S THE 14 DAYS
OF HORRIBLE FISHING.

BUT PHIL TRUDGES ON.

AAH!

ALL 100 POTS MUST BE STACKED IN
ORDER TO MOVE TO BETTER GROUNDS.

WELL, WE'RE DRAWING
A LOT OF BLANKS

OR POTS THAT HAVE LIKE
3 OR 4 CRAB IN THEM RIGHT NOW.

WE'LL RUN A LITTLE WAYS,
DUMP SOME MORE GEAR,

THEN A LITTLE FARTHER,
HAUL SOME MORE GEAR,

MAYBE SLEEP SOMETIME.

Narrator: BUT FOR THE SKIPPER,
IT'S NO REST FOR THE WICKED.

AFTER STAYING UP FOR 3 DAYS

AND SPENDING
THE LAST 19 HOURS IN THE CHAIR,

THE CAFFEINE AND NICOTINE
HAS STOPPED WORKING.

NOW, WITH STRESS CULMINATING
FROM DAYS OF BAD FISHING,

AN UNHEALTHY DIET,
AND SPORADIC FEVERS,

THE SKIPPER BEGINS NODDING OFF
AT THE WHEEL.

SPEEDING OFF COURSE,

CAPTAIN PHIL MISSES
THE FIRST SET OF BUOY BAGS

BY NEARLY 100 FEET.

I DON'T KNOW WHAT POPS IS UP TO.

WE'RE JUST KIND OF STANDING BY,
NOT SURE WHAT'S GONNA GO ON.

YOU DON'T WANT TO BUG PHIL
OR ANYTHING.

Narrator: MINUTES LATER,
THE NEXT SET ARE ON THE BOW.

BUT THEY'RE TOO CLOSE.

[ BIRDS CALLING ]

Man: HE DROVE BETWEEN THE DIVER
AND THE TRAILER BUOY.

AND YOU CAN'T PULL IT UP.

YOU JUST GOT TO LET IT GO
AND LET HIM BACK DOWN ON IT.

USUALLY, THAT HAPPENS WHEN
YOU DON'T HAVE ENOUGH SLEEP,

SO I'M NOT SURE
WHAT'S GOING ON WITH THAT.

[ TELEPHONE RINGING ]

Narrator: NOW MURRAY INSISTS
ON BUGGING PHIL.

[ RINGING CONTINUES ]

HELLO?

HEY, PHIL,
CAN YOU HEAR ME?

[ LAUGHS ]

Murray: WELL,
IT'S IMPORTANT TO STAY AWAKE

BECAUSE YOU HAVE, BASICALLY,
SEVEN PEOPLE ON THIS VESSEL

THAT ARE DEPENDING
ON YOU.

I MEAN, IT DOES HAPPEN.

JUST [BLEEP] HAPPENS.
[ LAUGHS ]

[ SONAR PINGS ]

Narrator:
150 MILES TO THE NORTHWEST,

CAPTAIN RICK FEHST
OF THE EARLY DAWN,

TWO WEEKS LATE IN THE GAME,

SET A 100-POT, 50-MILE PROSPECT
STRING IN UNTESTED WATERS.

NOW, IN THE WAKE OF THE STORM,

THE SKIPPER'S SPREAD THIN
AND TRYING TO PLAY CATCH-UP.

ANTICIPATION
IS KILLING ME RIGHT NOW.

Mezich: ONE BAIRDI,
TWO HALIBUT, TWO COD,

AND A WHATEVER --
SPIKY, ANNOYING FISH.

[ BLUES MUSIC PLAYS ]

COME ON, CRAB.
WHERE ARE YOU?

Narrator: THE SECOND TEST POT
BRINGS NOTHING BUT MORE BAIT.

THREE CODFISH, ONE STARFISH...
AND A LITTLE HALIBUT.

Quinn: CAN YOU SAY,
"SEAFOOD SALAD"?

TWO KEEPERS!

OHH!

5!

12 CRAB FROM 10 POTS.

THAT'S A CRAB AND A LEG AVERAGE.

WE NEED TO HEAD
FURTHER TO THE EAST 10 MILES.

WE NEED TO HEAD
FURTHER SOMEWHERE.

Narrator: RICK'S FIRST DAY
OF FISHING HAS BEEN A DISASTER.

Fehst: I GOT ABOUT 60 POUNDS
OF CRAB ON BOARD RIGHT NOW,

AND I'VE GOT 327,940 POUNDS
TO GO.

Narrator: COMING UP
ON "DEADLIEST CATCH"...

HOW'S YOUR [BLEEP]
SANDWICH?

...FOR THE NORWEGIAN SKIPPER,

A MIDNIGHT SNACK
IS HARD TO SWALLOW.

Sig: HE'S SORTING CRAB WITH
A FRICKIN' CHEESE SANDWICH.

WHAT'S THE MATTER
WITH THAT GUY?

[ SONAR PINGS ]

Narrator: 250 MILES NORTH,

THE TIME BANDIT
HEADS TOWARDS DUTCH HARBOR

FOR THEIR FIRST OFF-LOAD
OF THE SEASON.

AFTER TWO WEEKS OF HARD FISHING,

THE CREW GETS TO ENJOY
A RELAXED BREAKFAST...

THE BERING SEA
WILL BEAT YOU DOWN.

WAKING UP THOUGH
WITH GOOD OL' COFFEE.

...AND ANOTHER STAPLE
OF CRABBING LIFE --

HANGING OUT WITH THE GUYS.

THIS IS HOW WE MAKE
A SANDWICH AROUND HERE --

TEAR IT UP...

...SMASH IT TOGETHER,
AND THERE YOU GO.

OH, YEAH.

OH, YEAH. YEAH.

Narrator:
AS THE CREW RELAXES, SCOTTIE
VOLUNTEERS FOR WHEEL WATCH

AND GETS SOME RARE TIME
FOR HIMSELF.

THIS IS MY SON, SAWYER.

MY WIFE.

A PICTURE OF MY DAD AND SAWYER.

IF I TAKE OVER THE BOAT,

THEN CHANCES ARE HE'S GONNA END
UP FOLLOWING JUST LIKE I DID,

JUST LIKE MY DAD
AND HIS BROTHERS DID,

FOLLOWING IN THEIR FOOTSTEPS.

LOOK, YOU KNOW, ANDY'S THE ONLY
ONE THAT'S STILL MARRIED.

YOU KNOW, I DON'T WANT TO...
HAVE A SPLIT-UP FAMILY.

THEN WHEN HE GETS OLD ENOUGH,
HE'S GONNA WONDER --

YOU KNOW, THINK IT'S HIS FAULT

WHY I WASN'T AROUND
AND WHY I LEFT.

I DON'T KNOW.

THOSE ARE A LOT OF THE FEELINGS
I HAD GROWING UP.

YOU KNOW, IT SUCKS,
BUT IT'S TRUE.

IT WAS A CRAZY LIFE,
THAT'S FOR SURE.

I JUST DON'T KNOW IF I WANT TO
DRAG THEM THROUGH IT OR NOT.

IT'S ALL IN HOW YOU LOOK AT IT.

YOU KNOW,
IS THE GLASS HALF FULL,

OR IS THE GLASS HALF EMPTY?

YOU KNOW, YOU'RE GONE
8 MONTHS OUT OF THE YEAR

FOR 120 GRAND A YEAR, YOU KNOW?

AND WHAT'S ALL THAT MONEY WORTH

IF YOU CAN'T ENJOY IT
WITH YOUR FAMILY?

I DON'T KNOW. WE'LL SEE.

IT'S NOT ALL ABOUT ME ANYMORE.

THERE'S MY BOY.

HE'S GONNA BE A HANDFUL.

THAT'S FOR DANG SURE.

MAYBE A FUTURE CRABBER.

WE'LL SEE.

[ SONAR PINGS ]

Narrator: 50 MILES TO THE SOUTH
ON THE NORTHWESTERN,

CAPTAIN SIG
IS ON AVERAGE NUMBERS

BUT SECOND-GUESSING WHAT TO DO
WITH HIS SECOND SET OF 150 POTS.

I'M VERY UNDECIDED

ABOUT IF I SHOULD
STICK AROUND HERE FOR TONIGHT

OR THROW THESE ON DECK
AND GO OUT WEST.

I KNOW THERE'S BETTER NUMBERS
OUT THERE.

GREED, MAN. YOU WANT MORE.

YOU WANT TO GET THEM WHILE YOU
CAN GET THEM, WHILE THEY'RE HOT.

I WANT TO GET THROUGH
MY STRING QUICKLY,

AND I WANT TO GET THROUGH
THE NEXT ONE QUICKLY.

[ WHIRRING ]

[ GRINDING ]

[ METAL CREAKING ]

Narrator: JUST AS THE POT
CLEARS THE WATER,

THE PICKING HOOK'S PULLEY
SCREECHES TO A HALT.

THE SNATCH BLOCK ON THE PICKING
HOOK JUST TOOK A...ON US.

THERE'S A GROOVE WHEEL
IN THAT SNATCH BLOCK UP THERE.

THE CABLE
PROBABLY ATE THROUGH IT.

LUCKY IT DIDN'T
GO ALL THE WAY THROUGH --

THE CABLE WOULD HAVE COME DOWN
WITH THE POT AND EVERYTHING.

Bradley: THIS IS OUR SPARE.

WE TOOK THIS THING OFF
A COUPLE YEARS AGO.

I'M HOPING...THAT IT'S OKAY.

Narrator: SINCE THE SPARE SNATCH
BLOCK HAS A GOOD PULLEY IN IT,

EDGAR PREPARES TO RIDE
THE BOAT'S CRANE

TO REMOVE THE BROKEN PART.

HERE, PULL THIS UP.

JUNIOR,
PULL THIS LINE UP.

Nick: CHANCE IS MOST LIKELY
THAT YOU'RE GONNA FALL

AND YOU'RE GONNA LAND ON
THE DECK AND BREAK YOUR BACK.

HEY,
THANKS FOR THE SUPPORT.

I DON'T FEEL LIKE FALLING
30 FEET...

ONTO METAL OR WATER,
EITHER ONE.

ALL RIGHT, WHATEVER.
LET'S GET UP THERE.

HAVE A NICE TRIP.

EDGAR IS HOISTED THREE STORIES
TO THE BROKEN BLOCK.

[ SHOUTS INDISTINCTLY ]

Sig: THAT'S ONE OF THOSE THINGS
WHERE YOU NEVER KNOW.

STUFF WEARS OUT, YOU KNOW?

THINGS GET BEAT UP
ON THESE BOATS.

CLEAR THE A-FRAME
WITH THAT HOOK!

Narrator: CRAB BOATS USE
TWO SYSTEMS TO MANAGE GEAR --

WHILE THE FIXED PICKING BOOM
HAULS POTS ABOARD,

THE CRANE MOVES AND STACKS
THE EMPTY POTS.

IF ONE CRANE IS DISABLED,
WORK SLOWS TO A CRAWL.

IT'S ALREADY TIED OFF!
BRING ME DOWN!

Edgar: THIS IS A GOOD USED ONE,
NICE AND SMOOTH.

AND THAT'S A BAD ONE.

[ CHUCKLES ]
IT DOESN'T EVEN TURN.

Narrator: EDGAR MAKES ONE MORE
TRIP TO REPLACE THE BLOCK,

BUT IT'S NOW PAST MIDNIGHT,

AND SIG'S LOST VALUABLE TIME
HE COULD BE FISHING.

WHEN YOU ARE IN SEARCH MODE,
LIKE WE ARE RIGHT NOW,

YOU GET SPREAD OUT
ALL OVER THE PLACE,

AND YOU'RE SECOND-GUESSING
YOURSELF THE WHOLE TIME.

AND A LOT OF TIMES,
YOU MAY FIND HOT FISHING

IN ONE SPOT AND ANOTHER,
AND NOW YOU'RE DIVIDED.

IT'S A PAIN IN THE [BLEEP]
THE WHOLE THING.

AFTER A TWO-HOUR DELAY,

THE NORTHWESTERN
IS BACK ON THE GRIND...

...ALL EXCEPT
DECKHAND MATT BRADLEY.

Sig: WHO'S ON THE HOOK, MAN?
WHAT ARE YOU DOING?

MATT DOES NOT LOOK ENTHUSED
TO THROW THE HOOK,

AND I'M JUST ABOUT TO
KICK HIS [BLEEP] OFF OF THERE.

THAT GUY GETS AN ATTITUDE, MAN.

AT NIGHT,
HE GETS TO BE A LITTLE [BLEEP]

MATT'S GETTING UNDER MY SKIN
THIS EVENING.

HE'S SORTING CRAB

WITH A FRICKIN' CHEESE SANDWICH
IN HIS LEFT HAND.

HE'S GOT TO BE EATING SOMETHING.

WHAT'S THE MATTER
WITH THAT GUY?

HOW'S YOUR [BLEEP]
SANDWICH?

FOR A GUY TO STAND OUT THERE
WITH A SANDWICH IN ONE HAND

AND JUST START PITCHING CRAB
WITH ANOTHER

DOESN'T CUT IT IN MY BOOK.

I'M SORRY.

Narrator: THE SKIPPER'S
PRESENCE IS ENOUGH.

[ CLEARS THROAT ]

Sig:
SO, THIS CRAP IS GONNA STOP.

IT'S STOPPING NOW.

Narrator:
THE CRAB COUNT.

WITH 84,000 POUNDS IN HER HOLD,

THE WIZARD HAS LEAPT AHEAD
OF THE REST OF THE FLEET.

Narrator:
270 MILES NORTH OF DUTCH HARBOR

ABOARD THE WIZARD
JUST AFTER DAWN,

CROSBY PREPARES A HOT MEAL
FOR THE CREW --

THE FIRST THEY'VE HAD
IN TWO DAYS.

LeVeen: SINCE WE'RE RUNNING
24 HOURS A DAY,

WE DON'T GET BREAKS.

AND YOU KIND OF HAVE TO FIT IN
YOUR OWN MEAL WHEN YOU CAN.

YEAH, KEITH, DINNER'S READY,

OR LUNCH OR BREAKFAST

OR WHICHEVER MEAL
YOU'D LIKE TO CALL THIS ONE.

MAN. CHICKEN.

THERE'S ALL KINDS OF VEGETABLES
AND EVERYTHING ON THERE.

MAN, OH, MAN, CROSBY.

JUST UNWIND,
HAVE A LITTLE DINNER.

Narrator:
WHILE THE CREW REFUELS,

GREENHORN MOI IS TOO BROKEN TO
LEAVE THE COMFORTS OF HIS BUNK.

MOI WILL GET UP
TO A NICE GALLEY TO CLEAN

AND NO FOOD TO EAT.

I THINK HE'D RATHER HAVE SLEEP
THAN FOOD ANYWAYS.

MMM.

[ LAUGHS ]

IT WAS WORTH
STOPPING THE BOAT,

NOT FOR THE FOOD,
BUT JUST FOR THE CHANGE OF PACE.

[ LAUGHTER ]

[ COUGHING ]

Narrator: AFTER A LUXURIOUS
30-MINUTE BREAK,

THE MEN ARE RIGHT BACK
TO THE GRIND.

[ GRINDING ]

HYDRO LEAK!

Keith: OKAY.

LET'S GET SOME PADS OUT

AND CONTAIN IT
AS QUICK AS POSSIBLE.

IF THE HYDRAULIC FLUID
LEAKS INTO THE HOLDING TANKS,

ALL THE CRAB WILL PROBABLY DIE.

THIS IS COSTING US TIME
RIGHT NOW.

Monte: OKAY, I'LL TURN IT ON
FOR FOUR SECONDS.

TWO SECONDS
WILL BE QUICK ENOUGH.

[ GRINDING ]

HERE IT IS.

IT'S THE RETURN PIPE.

A LITTLE PINHOLE
WILL BLOW THE WHOLE THING

'CAUSE YOU HAVE 1,800 POUNDS
OF PRESSURE ON IT.

OUT OF EVERYTHING
THAT'S HAPPENED OUT HERE,

JUST RIGHT NOW AT LEAST,
IT IS NOT MY FAULT.

SO, WE'LL HAVE TO SEE
IF ONE OF THESE WILL WORK.

[ ALARM BLARES ]

I'LL BE BACK.

Narrator: WHILE THE CREW
HAS BEEN WORKING

ON THE HYDRO REPAIR,

THE WIZARD HAS BEEN ADRIFT.

Keith: WE HAD TO THROW
OVER THE SIDE.

I PULLED OUT OF GEAR
INTO THE RIGHT BACK --

IT'S NOT IN THE WHEEL,
BUT IT'S STUCK IN THE RUDDER.

WE'RE DRAGGING THAT THING
DOWN THE STRING WITH US.

IT'S DEFINITELY IN THE RUDDER
OR THE PROP OR WHATEVER.

I'M GONNA GO AHEAD AND THROW IT,
TRY TO GET IT ON THE WINCH HERE.

[ CLANKING ]

Narrator:
IF THE RUDDER IS DISABLED,

THE WIZARD WILL BE
AT THE MERCY OF THE CURRENT

AND REQUIRE A TOW BACK TO PORT.

YOU WANT TO JUST TRY TO FORCE IT
OUT OF THERE, RIP IT OUT?

WE'RE GONNA
TEAR SOMETHING OFF OR --

YEAH, GO FOR IT.

ONE PROBLEM IS SOLVED WHEN LENNY
FINISHES THE HOSE REPAIR.

LeVeen:
THIS IS A BAND-AID --

A GOOD BAND-AID,
BUT IT'S NOT PERFECT.

READY?

YOU CAN HOP OVER HERE,
KEITH.

Narrator:
ON THE STERN, A BIT OF LUCK.

THERE IT GOES!
THERE IT GOES!

WHOO-HOO!
WE GOT IT. IT'S OUT.

RIGHT ON.

Keith: THE OLD GIRL
DOESN'T LIKE TO STOP,

DOESN'T LIKE TO DRIFT.

AND MAYBE WE'RE BEING PUNISHED

FOR THAT GREAT MEAL
THAT CROSBY MADE US.

WATCH YOUR STEP.
IT COULD BE SLICK.

Soper: YEAH, WE'RE DONE HERE.
WE FIXED OUR PROBLEMS.

IT'S TIME
TO GET BACK TO BUSINESS.

I'D KIND OF RATHER BE HAULING
THAN FIXING...

[ SONAR PINGS ]

Narrator:
160 MILES TO THE SOUTHEAST,

THE EARLY DAWN NEARS THE END

OF HAULING HER 50-MILE
PROSPECT STRING.

BUT CAPTAIN RICK ONLY HAS
A MEAGER 500 POUNDS TO SHOW.

Fehst: ONE THING THAT'S GOOD --

WE'RE GETTING
LOTS OF FRESH COD HERE.

SO WHEN WE RESET,

WE'RE GONNA BE BAITING
THE HECK OUT OF THIS.

I'VE BEEN AVERAGING
ABOUT 5, 6 COD HERE --

BIG COD, SMALL COD, LOTS OF COD.

Narrator: BUT THE CREW
DIDN'T COME TO FISH FOR BAIT.

BASICALLY, WE WASTED TWO DAYS.

WHEN YOU DON'T HAVE NO NUMBERS,
DRAWING 4s, 5s, AND 6s,

EVERYBODY'S DOWN.

NEXT THING YOU KNOW, PEOPLE ARE
ARGUING WITH EACH OTHER --

NOT THE USUAL ARGUING --
A LITTLE MORE INTENSE.

Man: WELL, QUIT THROWING AWAY
THE BAIT!

I JUST SAW A NICE ONE
GO OFF THE CHUTE.

NO, YOU DIDN'T.

OH, WHAT A...

WE NEED THE BAIT!
HANG THE BAIT!

DUDE, I SEEN YOU
IN THE LAST STRING.

YOU WERE DRAGGIN' ASS.

ONE POT --
WE GOT TIME IN BETWEEN.

I WANT IT DONE.

I'M TRYING TO MAKE
A DOLLAR HERE, DUDE.

BAD MORALE IS WHEN
YOU'RE NOT MAKING NO MONEY.

Mezich: WELL, YOU KNOW,
WHEN YOU'RE HAULING BLANK POTS,

THAT'S WHEN YOU START
GETTING PEOPLE

GETTING PISSED OFF
AT EACH OTHER.

WE HAVE AN EMERGENCY
ON THE SORT TABLE.

WHOOP! WHOOP! WHOOP!

Narrator:
NOW WITH TWO DAYS WASTED,

THE CREW STACKS THEIR GEAR,

HOPING BETTER DAYS AND MORE
FRUITFUL GROUNDS LIE AHEAD.

ON THE NEXT "DEADLIEST CATCH"...

[ LAUGHS ]

AS THE SEASON ROUNDS
THE 30-DAY HUMP,

GREENHORNS
ARE PUT TO THE TEST...

AS READY AS I'LL EVER BE.

THESE GUYS ARE GONNA JUST BE
BEAT TO HELL.

...AND ONE MAY BE HEADING HOME.

JUST 'CAUSE YOU'RE MY KID DON'T
MEAN YOU GOT A [BLEEP] JOB.

[ CHEERING ]

NOW AS GROUNDS
BREATHE SIGNS OF LIFE...

[ CHEERING CONTINUES ]

...CAPTAINS DUKE IT OUT
FOR THE TOP SPOT.

YEAH!