Deadliest Catch (2005–…): Season 4, Episode 9 - Storm Season - full transcript
January 2008 on the Bering Sea, Opilio Crab season starts.
Narrator: IT'S WINTER
IN THE BERING SEA.
OPILIO SEASON BEGINS.
THE HUNT CONTINUES...
FOR THE DEADLIEST CATCH.
CAPTIONS PAID FOR BY
DISCOVERY COMMUNICATIONS, LLC
Narrator: JANUARY,
DUTCH HARBOR, ALASKA.
TODAY, THE FLEET RETURNS
FOR THE OPILIO CRAB SEASON --
THE MOST FEROCIOUS...
AND DEADLY MONTHS
ON THE BERING SEA.
AFTER A SHORT BREAK
TO SEE LOVED ONES,
THE MEN ARE BACK...
AND READY.
WE'RE HEADED OUT
FOR THE 2008 OPILIO SEASON.
I'M THINKING ABOUT ALL THE CRAB
I NEED TO CATCH.
OPIES IS MY FORTE.
I'LL GO UP AND I'LL NAIL
THE [ BLEEP ] OUT OF THESE CRAB.
Narrator: ON THE CORNELIA MARIE,
CAPTAIN PHIL HARRIS
FINISHES AN EXPENSIVE OVERHAUL
OF HIS MAIN ENGINE...
YEAH, THAT WAS
AN EXPENSIVE FIX.
Gamrath: $40,000 BAND-AID
ON A $70,000 ENGINE.
Narrator: AND NOW LOOKS
FOR REDEMPTION AFTER ENDURING
ONE OF THE TOUGHEST KING CRAB
SEASONS OF HIS CAREER.
Phil: MY BLOOD PRESSURE WAS
PROBABLY UP A LITTLE BIT
AT THE END OF THAT LAST TRIP.
Narrator:
WITH HIS ENGINES ROARING,
PHIL'S SLATE
IS WIPED CLEAN,
AND IT'S BACK TO BUSINESS.
THAT'S MY JOB,
IS TO MAKE [ BLEEP ] HAPPEN.
Narrator: DOWN ON DECK,
THE HARRIS BOYS
ARE BUSY...
WELL, JUST BEING BROTHERS.
WHY DON'T YOU
JUST COUNT IT?
WHAT IS THE PROBLEM
WITH YOU COUNTING?
BECAUSE I WANT YOU
TO BE ACCURATE COUNTING.
WELL, IF YOU
SECOND-GUESS ME SO MUCH,
WHY DON'T YOU JUST
COUNT THE [ BLEEP ] POTS?
IT TAKES FIVE MINUTES
OUT OF YOUR DAY.
I WANT YOU TO BE ACCURATE.
FIVE [ BLEEP ] MINUTES
OUT OF YOUR DAY.
JOSH, I'M GOING TO
PULL THE BOSS CARD THIS TIME
AND TELL YOU
YOU NEED TO BE
THE BOSS CARD?
MORE [ BLEEP ] ACCURATE
ON THE COUNT.
YOU'RE NOT MY BOSS.
THE ONLY BOSS ON THIS BOAT
IS DAD.
THAT'S MY BOSS.
ALL'S I'M SAYING IS,
BE ACCURATE ON YOUR COUNT.
I DON'T KNOW WHY
YOU HAVE AN ATTITUDE ABOUT IT.
IT'S REAL EASY.
ONE, TWO, THREE,
FOUR, FIVE...
AS YOUR BOSS,
BE ACCURATE ON THE COUNT.
I'M TELLING YOU
AS YOUR BOSS.
YOU'RE NOT MY BOSS.
I AM.
YOU CAN GO ASK DAD
IF YOU DON'T THINK THAT'S...
WELL, LET'S CALL DAD UP
ON THE PHONE,
AND LET'S ASK HIM.
[ LAUGHS ]
LET'S CALL HIM.
HEY, SO JAKE'S TELLING ME
THAT HE IS MY BOSS.
HE SAYS, "COME ON, I AIN'T
GOT TIME FOR THIS."
Narrator:
ACROSS THE DOCKS,
THE MIGHTY NORTHWESTERN WARRIORS
ARE BACK.
AND WHILE THEY MAY BE TOUGH
ENOUGH FOR THE BERING SEA...
THEY'RE NO MATCH
FOR THE FLU.
Sig: EVERYBODY'S SICK
ON THE BOAT, THAT'S THE PROBLEM.
WANT TO GO TO BED,
I DON'T FEEL GOOD.
I HAD FLU ALL COD SEASON.
NOW I'M GOING TO GO CRAB FISHING
WITH THIS CRAP.
I'M SICK OF IT.
Narrator:
BUT THE FLU BUG
HASN'T BITTEN GREENHORN
JAKE ANDERSON.
GRINDING THROUGH
KING SEASON
HAS EARNED HIM
ANOTHER STRIPE
AND MORE CONFIDENCE
ON DECK.
Anderson: I'M GOING TO BE
OUT THERE ON THAT RAIL.
DOESN'T MATTER IF I'M HURT,
DOESN'T MATTER
IF I'M CRYING,
DOESN'T MATTER IF SOMEBODY
PUNCHES ME,
I'LL STILL BE
OUT THERE WORKING,
AND THEY KNOW THAT NOW.
Narrator:
ON THE TIME BANDIT,
THE HILLSTRAND BROTHERS
ARE BACK,
BUT THERE'S A TRADITIONAL
CHANGING OF THE GUARD FOR OPIES.
JOHNATHAN IS RELINQUISHING
THE HELM
TO HIS YOUNGER BROTHER,
ANDY.
Andy:
WE'RE PRETTY PUMPED.
WE'VE GOT A LOT
OF CRAB TO CATCH.
JUST TRYING
TO GET THE SEASON GOING.
GOT TO GET THE FIRST TRIP
UNDERNEATH OUR BELT.
Narrator: AND AFTER
A CHANGE OF HEART,
THE HEIR APPARENT,
SCOTTY HILLSTRAND,
RETURNS TO FACE
THE ICE AND SNOW.
ONLY PLACE I LIKE MY ICE
IS IN MY COCKTAILS.
John: JACKASS!
JACKASS!
YEAH, THAT'S THE ONLY PLACE
I WANT TO SEE [ BLEEP ] ICE.
Narrator: BUT WITH
AN IMPENDING STORM FRONT
AND DELIVERY DEADLINES
ONLY A WEEK AWAY,
CAPTAINS RACE TO FINISH
PREPARATIONS AND SET SAIL.
Man: RAIN AND SNOW SHOWERS.
HURRICANE-FORCE WIND
WARNING TONIGHT.
HURRICANE, BABY!
THERE'S A HURRICANE
A-COMIN'.
Man: SEAS 22 FEET.
GALE WARNING THROUGH TUESDAY.
HEAVY FREEZING SPRAY
WARNING TODAY.
Narrator: WITH JUST TWELVE HOURS
BEFORE THE STORM HITS,
ACROSS THE DOCKS,
ON THE NORTH AMERICAN,
CAPTAIN STEN SKAAR
SOUNDS A NOTE OF CAUTION
TO HIS NEW GREENHORN,
DARRELL LABAY.
WE'RE GOING TO DEPART
DUTCH HARBOR TOMORROW, DEEBO,
FOR YOUR FIRST MAIDEN VOYAGE
OF THE BERING SEA.
I'M A LITTLE SCARED.
IT'S GOOD TO BE AFRAID.
IF YOU WEREN'T AFRAID,
THEN I'D BE CONCERNED.
Narrator: STATISTICALLY,
OPILIO SEASON
DOUBLES THE MORTALITY RATE
FOR EVERY FISHERMAN
BRAVE OR FOOLISH ENOUGH
TO TAKE ON THE BERING SEA.
AND FOR NORTH AMERICAN DECKHAND
DAVIN NES,
THIS TRUTH HAS HIT HOME
ESPECIALLY HARD.
TWO WEEKS EARLIER,
HIS YOUNGER BROTHER,
JEFFREY, WAS KILLED.
Nes: I'M GOING TO BE THINKING
ABOUT JEFFREY THIS WHOLE SEASON.
Narrator:
WHILE WORKING AT DOCK,
JEFFREY NES
FELL TWO STORIES
FROM THE TOP
OF A STACK OF POTS.
HATE TO SAY IT, BUT HE REALLY
WASN'T BUILT FOR CRABBING.
HE ALWAYS WANTED TO DO IT,
ALWAYS WANTED TO...
SHOW THAT HE COULD DO IT
TO EVERYBODY.
JEFF AND I WERE SO CLOSE,
AND I'D JUST TALKED
TO THE GUY...
IT'S LIKE,
"WHERE'D HE GO?"
YOU KNOW, IT'S JUST SO SAD
THAT HE'S GONE.
SAD DEAL.
Sig: I THINK HE BROKE HIS NECK
ON THE RAIL,
BETWEEN THE RAIL
AND THE DOCK.
IN THE WATER,
THEY GOT HIM BACK...
NEXT THING YOU KNOW,
HE'S GONE.
I MEAN,
WE GREW UP TOGETHER.
AND THAT'S JUST
A FEW DAYS AGO.
SO IT CAN HAPPEN RIGHT
AT THE DOCK, THAT'S THE PROBLEM.
YOU'VE GOT TO WONDER,
YOU KNOW,
IS THIS GOING TO
BE OUR TURN?
WHEN YOU LOSE
GOOD GUYS OUT HERE,
IT KIND OF --
IT HITS HOME.
Narrator:
BACK AT THE WIZARD,
CAPTAIN KEITH COLBURN
DRIVES THE POINT HOME.
YOU GUYS, REAL FAST.
I DON'T WANT TO START
THIS SEASON ON A DOWN NOTE,
BUT I NEED TO LET YOU KNOW,
ESPECIALLY MOI,
WITH YOU CLIMBING
UP ON THESE POTS,
AND CROSBY OVER THERE,
TOO --
A COUPLE OF DAYS AGO,
JEFF NES FELL OFF
ONE OF THESE POTS,
BROKE HIS NECK,
TUMBLED OVER, HIT THE RAIL,
IN THE WATER, GONE.
SO IT HAPPENS THAT QUICK.
SO THINK ABOUT IT
WHEN YOU'RE UP THERE, OKAY, MOI?
Narrator: NOW,
WITH JUST HOURS BEFORE
A MAJOR ARCTIC STORM
TEARS THROUGH DUTCH HARBOR...
HEY, GUYS, WE GOT TO CUT LOOSE
AND GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE.
THERE'S A STORM COMING.
Narrator:
THE FLEET MOVES OUT.
SHOULD HAVE LEFT A DAY AGO.
BUTTON EVERYTHING UP,
GET READY FOR ROUGH WEATHER.
70-KNOT WINDS COMING.
Narrator: THE PROMISE
OF CRAB GOLD AWAITS THEM.
THAT IS,
IF THEY CAN BEAT
THE WRATH OF WINTER
ON THE BERING SEA.
NEXT ON "DEADLIEST CATCH" --
Sig: LET HER GO
WHENEVER YOU'RE READY.
Narrator:
THE FIRST POTS
OF THE OPILIO SEASON
SPLASH DOWN.
AND LATER --
A WICKED WINTER STORM
PUMMELS THE FLEET.
THIS ONE'S
GOT SOME TEETH.
Narrator: BY DAY'S END,
MOST OF THE FLEET
HAS LEFT THE HARBOR.
BUT FOR THE FEW STRAGGLERS,
AN ARCTIC FRONT BEGINS
TEARING THROUGH THE PORT.
ON THE WIZARD,
CAPTAIN KEITH COLBURN
NEEDS AN EXTRA
48,000 GALLONS OF FUEL
BEFORE HE CAN LEAVE.
Keith: WELL, YOU KNOW,
WE'RE JUST TRYING
TO GET INTO THE FUEL DOCK HERE.
BLOWING ABOUT 50,
MAYBE 60.
IT'S GUSTING TO 70 AT TIMES,
AND SCREAMS RIGHT THROUGH HERE
WHERE THE FUEL DOCK IS.
Narrator: AND WITH HIGH WINDS
BROAD-SIDING THE WIZARD,
KEITH TAKES NO CHANCES
AND WARNS THE CREW.
Keith: IT'S BLOWING ABOUT 60
OUT THERE RIGHT NOW.
WE'VE GOT
A FOUR-HIGH STACK,
AND THE BOAT IS GOING TO COME IN
LIKE A BIG OLD KITE,
JUST BLOWING US RIGHT IN,
SO...
I EXPECT THE "A" GAME
ON THIS TIE-UP, ALL RIGHT?
Keith: IT'S GOING TO BE NASTY
GOING AROUND THE CORNER,
SO MAKE SURE THE GUYS HAVE
EVERYTHING BATTENED DOWN
REAL GOOD UP THERE.
TIE-OFF LINES ARE ALL SECURED
AND EVERYTHING, RIGHT?
WE DON'T WANT
TO LOSE ANYTHING.
IT'S THE FIRST DOCK I EVER
TIED THIS BOAT UP AT,
AND I HAD A REALLY,
REALLY BAD EXPERIENCE.
WIND STARTS BLOWING
50, 60, 70,
TAPPING 100,
YOU JUST WANT TO MAKE SURE
YOU TAKE EVERY
PRECAUTION POSSIBLE,
BECAUSE IT'S GUARANTEED,
AS SOON AS I GET COMPLETELY
COMMITTED IN HERE,
THAT IT'S GOING
TO TAP 100 AGAIN.
YOU'LL DO
THE STERN LINE.
WE'LL GET ANOTHER STERN LINE
TO HIS BOW ONCE WE GET IN THERE,
BUT I NEED
TO KNOW UNEQUIVOCALLY
THAT HE'S NOT STICKING OUT
ANY BIT AT ALL.
BECAUSE IF HE IS,
THEN WE CAN'T TIE UP.
GET SOME FENDERS READY
RIGHT IN HERE
FOR HIS BOAT, OKAY?
OKAY.
Keith: THE WIND'S GOING TO BE
BLOWING ME A LITTLE BIT
TOWARDS THE DOCK THERE
PERIODICALLY,
SO WE MAY COME IN
A LITTLE BIT HOT,
SO GET THOSE LINES OFF FAST
FOR ME, OKAY?
WHAT DO I GOT, TRAVIS?
Lofland: THREE-OH!
30 FEET.
OH, YEAH,
HERE IT COMES,
EVERY [ BLEEP ] TIME
YOU TRY AND TIE UP.
WHAT DO I GOT, TRAVIS?
TEN FEET, EIGHT FEET!
REVERSE!
OKAY, ROGER.
JUST GOT TO SPRING WITH IT,
TRAVIS, KEEP IT TIGHT.
HEY, TRAVIS,
HOW MANY FEET WE GOT
TO THE BARGE?
FIVE, SO I'M GOOD
RIGHT WHERE I AM, RIGHT?
OKAY, MAKE EVERYTHING SNUG,
GUYS.
Narrator: NOW,
SAFELY DOCKED,
KEITH WILL HAVE
TO PLAY CATCH-UP
AS HE FILLS UP
AND RACES OUT OF PORT.
WELL, NEVER A DULL DAY
IN DUTCH HARBOR.
Narrator:
275 MILES NORTHWEST,
AS THE NORTHWESTERN
STEAMS A FEW HOURS
AHEAD OF THE STORM FRONT,
CAPTAIN SIG PREPARES
TO SET ON FAMILY GROUNDS.
YOU'VE GOT A LOT OF STORMS
COMING THROUGH THIS AREA
IN THE MIDDLE OF WINTER,
AND WITH THESE
FREEZING CONDITIONS,
STORMS COMING IN,
THE FARTHER
YOU SPREAD YOURSELF OUT,
THE HARDER IT IS
TO PLAN AND GET BACK IN.
Narrator:
BUT BEFORE THEY SET,
SIG'S GIVEN
DECKHAND MATT BRADLEY
THE HONORS OF
THE NORWEGIAN BLESSING.
Sig: TELL ME WHEN YOU'RE READY
AND I'LL TURN AROUND.
NO, WE'RE NOT READY.
MATT'S GOT
TO DO THIS FIRST.
[ GROANING ]
Edgar: JAKE COULD DO IT,
YOU CAN DO IT.
YOU'VE GOT TO CHEW IT.
[ RETCHING ]
YUCK!
SWALLOW IT DOWN, MAN!
Edgar: YEAH.
I'M GOING TO PUKE.
Edgar: YOU'RE GOING TO
PUKE ANYWAY.
YOU'RE ALREADY SEASICK.
EAT IT.
I'M NOT SEASICK.
EAT IT.
SICK OF BEING AT SEA
WITH YOU.
EAT IT!
[ RETCHING ]
[ LAUGHING ]
GIVE ME THAT [ BLEEP ] THING!
[ RETCHING ]
[ LAUGHING ]
[ RETCHING ]
POINT IS HE TRIED.
I GUESS.
[ BRADLEY RETCHING ]
AH,
MATT'S EATING THE HERRING.
THAT'S GOOD.
WE DIDN'T NEED
TO REMIND ANYBODY THIS TIME.
OKAY, LET HER GO
WHENEVER YOU'RE READY.
Edgar: ALL RIGHT,
SLOW, THEN.
GOING OVERBOARD.
OPIES!
2008!
ALL RIGHT.
FIRST POT'S OFF THE BOAT,
AND WE ARE UNDERWAY.
Edgar: MAIN THING IS JUST
TRYING NOT TO KILL ANYBODY
DOWN ON DECK HERE WHILE WE'RE
TRYING TO GET A POT IN THE RACK.
SET IT, JUST GET IT
READY TO SET.
MATT'S FAMOUS LAST WORDS,
"GOOD ENOUGH."
TWO-ONE-THREE.
IT'S ALL ABOUT THE TIMING.
Narrator: BY NIGHTFALL,
THE NORTHWESTERN
COLLIDES WITH THE STORM FRONT,
AND WITH A FORECAST
OF HURRICANE-FORCE WINDS,
SIG RACES TO GET
THE LAST 40 POTS OFF THE DECK.
Sig: WELL, WE'VE GOT OUR
LAST STRING WE NEED TO SET HERE,
AND TO BE QUITE HONEST,
I DON'T CARE WHERE IT ENDS UP.
JUST WANT TO GET IT
OFF THE DECK.
Edgar: YOU HAVE
TO GRAB THAT ONE!
OKAY, THAT WAS CLOSE.
AH, LOOKS LIKE THE WEATHER
PICKED UP A LITTLE.
WE HAVE 45!
Narrator:
JUST AFTER MIDNIGHT,
JAKE THROWS THE LAST BUOY BAG
OVER THE RAIL.
ALL 150 POTS
ARE NOW FISHING.
I'M GOING TO SEEK SHELTER
AND LET MY POTS AND MY BAIT
DO THE WORK,
AND IF THIS 40, 45 STARTS
KICKING UP LIKE IT'S DOING,
YOU KNOW,
I THINK WE'LL JUST
DUCK OUT OF THE WAY
AND LET HER GET SOAKED.
Narrator: COMING UP NEXT --
WHOA.
200,000 POUNDS OF STEEL
IN 40-FOOT SEAS.
THIS IS
THE BERMUDA TRIANGLE
OF THE BERING SEA.
Narrator: AS THE STORM
TORE THROUGH THE GROUNDS,
THE FLEET WORKED
THROUGH THE NIGHT
TO DROP THEIR POTS.
NOW, AFTER AN EIGHT-HOUR SOAK,
TIME BANDIT CAPTAIN
ANDY HILLSTRAND
APPROACHES HIS FIRST TEST POT
OF THE SEASON.
Andy: WOKE UP,
AND WE GOT STORM WARNINGS
ALL THE WAY UP THE CHAIN.
SOUTHEAST 60.
WOO!
OH, YEAH, WE'RE ALREADY
IN 15-, 20-FOOTERS.
HANG ON.
IF YOU WERE SURFING...
WE ARE SURFING.
ON A 114-FOOT SURFBOARD.
Newberry: THIS IS THE OPILIO
I'VE BEEN LOOKING FOR.
Long: AH,
THAT'S NOT A GOOD SIGN.
BAD LUCK IF YOU MISS
THE FIRST ONE OF THE SEASON.
WELL, LA-DI-FREAKING-DA.
GOD, IT GOT ROUGH FAST.
THIS IS COOL STUFF.
DON'T WANT TO WAIT.
NO GOOD.
Narrator: AFTER EIGHT HOURS
OF SOAKING,
THE ONLY THING
THE BAIT CAUGHT
WAS MORE BAIT.
ONE COD, 13 CRAB.
YOU'RE GOING TO
HAVE DAYS LIKE THIS,
SO YOU'RE LIKE THE OTHER DAYS
TOP THIS.
POO-POO.
LAST YEAR,
WE WERE PULLING LIKE...
800, 900.
Narrator: NOW ANDY WILL HAVE
TO STACK ON ALL OF HIS POTS,
DESPITE THE GROWING STORM.
Andy: DEFINITELY 25-FOOTERS
RIGHT NOW.
IT'S FIVE FOOT HIGHER
THAN MY BOW.
DOESN'T MATTER WHERE YOU GO,
YOU GET WET.
I'M TAKING WAVES UP TO
THE WHEELHOUSE WINDOWS
RIGHT NOW.
SO THAT WOULD BE
A 30-FOOTER.
WATCH OUT, WATCH OUT.
IF A GUY FELL OVERBOARD
IN 25-FOOT SEAS,
YOU'D PROBABLY NEVER SEE HIM.
EVEN WITH
THE FLOATATION COAT ON.
Narrator:
140 MILES TO THE SOUTH,
THE WIZARD'S BEEN SLOWLY
DRIVING THROUGH THE STORM
SINCE THEY LEFT LATE
OUT OF THE GATE.
CAPTAIN KEITH HAS ANOTHER
125 MILES TO GO
BEFORE HE REACHES
THE GROUNDS.
WHOA.
YEAH...
OH, MY GOD!
THEY'RE GETTING BIGGER
BY THE MINUTE.
Narrator: BANKING ON
A RECORD OPILIO CATCH,
KEITH MAXED OUT WITH OVER
200,000 POUNDS OF STEEL
STACKED TWO STORIES HIGH
ON DECK.
ONE OF THE LARGEST VESSELS
IN THE FLEET,
THE WIZARD IS RATED
TO HANDLE 250 POTS,
BUT KEITH QUESTIONS
HIS STABILITY REPORT
AS HE BEGINS TAKING 35-FOOTERS
OVER THE BOW.
Keith: THE WEATHER MAN
MISSED IN A BIG WAY.
IF WE GET TO A POINT
WHERE ALL OF A SUDDEN
WE START MAKING
FREEZING SPRAY
IN THIS NORTHWESTERLY,
YOU KNOW,
THAT HAYSTACK IS GOING TO
FREEZE UP
LIKE A BIG CUBE OF ICE
REAL QUICK,
AND THAT COULD CAUSE
SOME SERIOUS PROBLEMS
FOR THE STABILITY
OF THE VESSEL.
Narrator:
ON THE BERING SEA,
THIS IS THE WORST POSSIBLE
POSITION A CAPTAIN CAN BE IN.
FREEZING SPRAY,
40-FOOT SEAS...
THIS ONE'S
GOT SOME TEETH.
Narrator:
AND A FULL STACK.
WITHIN MINUTES,
40-FOOT WAVES
BEGIN COLLIDING WITH THE WIZARD
FROM EVERY DIRECTION.
DEEP UNDERWATER,
A SINGLE MASSIVE CURRENT
MOVES COUNTERCLOCKWISE.
WHEN IT HITS
THE CONTINENTAL SHELF,
IT SPLINTERS INTO MULTIPLE
SMALLER CURRENTS THAT RISE
AND CREATE A PHENOMENON
KNOWN AS "CONFUSED SEAS."
FOR KEITH,
GETTING THE POTS OFF THE BOAT
IS HIS FIRST PRIORITY,
BUT THE WIZARD IS CURRENTLY
RIDING WATERS 900 FEET DEEP
OFF THE SOUTHERN EDGE
OF THE ALEUTIAN BASIN.
IF KEITH DROPS THE GEAR,
HE'LL LOSE HIS POTS
AND HAVE TO RETURN TO DUTCH.
AFTER FIVE HOURS,
KEITH FINALLY REACHES THE EDGE
OF THE CONTINENTAL SHELF.
HE ORDERS THE CREW TO DROP
THE FIRST TWO LAYERS OF POTS.
GO AHEAD AND GET READY.
COMING UP!
WE'RE FINALLY FISHING.
THIS IS THE LAST ONE,
AND ONE MORE!
Narrator:
320 MILES TO THE NORTHWEST,
TIME BANDIT CAPTAIN
ANDY HILLSTRAND
HAS PULLED TWO OF HIS THREE
TEST STRINGS,
AND HAS ONE LEFT TO HAUL.
Andy: WE'RE RIGHT IN
THE MIDDLE OF A TRIANGLE
WHERE THREE OF OUR FRIENDS
HAVE DIED.
THREE CREW MEMBERS
FALLEN OVERBOARD.
BUT ALL OF OUR GUYS
THAT WE'VE KNOWN
THAT HAVE DIED OVER THE YEARS
CRAB FISHING,
EVERYBODY USUALLY DIES IN THIS
LITTLE CHUNK OF WATERS HERE.
I MEAN, 30 GUYS HAVE
DIED RIGHT HERE
IN THIS 30-MILE AREA.
Narrator: EVEN WITH
THE 35-FOOT SEAS,
ANDY DECIDES
TO STACK THE GEAR
AND HUNT DOWN NEW GROUNDS
SOUTH OF THE STORM.
Andy: WE'RE GOING
TO PULL A FEW MORE
AND THEN GO SATIN.
ONE MORE.
Andy: I'M GOING TO JUMP DOWN
THE STRING
A LITTLE BIT RIGHT NOW.
Narrator: BUT AS ANDY
GOES DOWN THE LINE,
THE NUMBERS IN THE POTS
BEGIN TO RISE.
260.
THERE YOU GO.
YEAH, BABY.
THOSE ARE [ BLEEP ]
AWESOME POTS, AREN'T THEY?
THAT IS THE HIGHEST POT
WE'VE HAD SO FAR.
OH, YEAH!
YEAH!
Andy: IT'S GETTING
OUT OF CONTROL
AT THE [ BLEEP ] TABLE.
HA-HA-HA!
THAT IS GOING DOWN!
I CAN'T SEE FOR CRAP
OUT THERE.
Narrator:
BUT WITH WAVES
PITCHING THE BOAT
IN EVERY DIRECTION,
THE 700-POUND CAGES
GET HARDER
TO WRESTLE ONBOARD.
Andy:
BIG WAVES ALL AROUND.
IT'S LIKE RIGHT AT
THE DANGEROUS --
REALLY DANGEROUS SPOT.
25-, 30-FOOT SEAS
CAN JUST CRUSH A GUY.
THIS IS SO [ BLEEP ].
EASY, EDDIE.
COMING AROUND THE HORN.
WATCH OUT, WATCH OUT!
WATCH OUT!
Uwekoolani: YEAH,
THANK GOODNESS
SHEA KIND OF HELD ONTO IT,
BECAUSE IT CHASED ME
ACROSS THE DECK.
Newberry: WOO!
THAT WAS THE LAST ONE
OF THIS CARNIVAL.
CARNIVAL IS SHUTTING DOWN.
I HOPE.
Narrator: BUT BEFORE THE MEN
CAN CLEAR THE DECK,
A 35-FOOT BLAST
SWALLOWS THE BOW...
AND SENDS JOHNATHAN'S SON,
SCOTTY...
WHOA! WHOA...
ON THE RIDE OF HIS LIFE.
[ BLEEP ]
Andy: [ Laughing ]
WHAT'RE YOU DOING?
I'VE NEVER SEEN...
WHAT WAS THAT?
Scott: THE BOW WENT UP,
AND I WAS STANDING
ABOUT MIDSHIP,
AND IT WAS STRAIGHT
FROM THE PICKING POINT
OF THE PICKING BOOM.
IT PICKED ME STRAIGHT UP
OFF THE DECK.
I WENT UP SO FAST,
IF I WOULD'VE LET GO
I WOULD'VE FREAKING
HURT MYSELF.
SO I HUNG ON,
RUSSELL YELLED,
AND I JUST WENT ALONG
FOR THE RIDE.
Andy: THAT JUST ABOUT
GAVE ME A HEART ATTACK.
THOUGHT I HAD A MAJOR CRISIS
ON MY HAND, JOHN.
Narrator: 52 MILES
TO THE SOUTHWEST,
THE WIZARD MADE IT THROUGH
DEEP STORMY WATERS
TO THE OPIE GROUNDS.
Keith: THIS IS WHAT
I'VE BEEN WAITING FOR.
WE'RE FINALLY COMING OUT
OF THE ABYSS,
THE REAL DEEP WATER,
COMING UP THE HILL,
AND WE'RE FINALLY IN LESS
THAN 100 FATHOMS OF WATER.
IT'S A PRETTY NICE FEELING
WHEN YOU KNOW
YOU'RE BACK IN THE DEPTH
THAT YOU CAN SET YOUR GEAR
AND NOT HAVE TO WORRY ABOUT IT
BEING GONE FOREVER.
Narrator: CAPTAIN KEITH COLBURN
DUMPED 100 POTS IN HIGH SEAS,
BUT HE STILL HAS 150 TO GO.
BUT JUST BEFORE THEY DROP
THEIR LAST STRING,
THE HYDRAULICS GIVE OUT.
Soper: DOES THE BAIT CHOPPER
STILL TURN ON?
YEAH, I HAVE THE LEVER ON.
IT'S NOT WORKING.
WHEN THE HYDRAULICS
DON'T WORK,
IT AFFECTS EVERYTHING.
THE BAIT CHOPPER WON'T WORK,
THE CRANES, THE LAUNCHER,
THE BLOCK, THE COILER,
THE ANCHOR WINCH --
NOTHING WORKS.
IT'S KIND OF A --
IT'S A MUST-HAVE AROUND HERE.
THIS CAN'T BE GOOD.
Narrator: NOT KNOWING WHY
HIS CREW HAS STOPPED DOWN,
KEITH BUSTS IN
ON HIS BROTHER'S BREAKFAST
AND GETS HIM ON THE CASE.
Andy: MOUSE, THE WEATHER'S
GOING TO GO TO CRAP ON US HERE.
IF WE NEED TO TEAR ANYTHING
OPEN DOWN THERE,
LET'S DO IT NOW.
WHAT WAS WORKING OUT THERE,
WHAT WAS NOT?
I HAVE NO IDEA.
NOBODY'S TOLD ME [ BLEEP ].
I'VE HEAD NOTHING
FROM MY [ BLEEP ] CREW.
IF WE JUST SMOKED
ONE OF OUR PUMPS,
I WANT TO KNOW
SO I CAN ORDER IT
AND HAVE IT SITTING
ON THE ISLAND, OKAY?
I WANT TO KNOW NOW.
AH...
ENJOYABLE BREAKFAST.
I THINK ONE OF THE PUMPS
MAY BE...
MAY BE SUSPECT.
MIGHT HAVE GOT BURNT UP.
WE DON'T KNOW YET.
OKAY, GO AHEAD
AND PUT A WRAP ON THAT.
STAND BY!
STAND BY!
OKAY,
GET EVERYBODY RIGHT HERE.
ONE GUY STAY
AT THE BAIT CHOPPER
AND LET ME KNOW
IF IT WORKS, OKAY?
I'M GOING TO WATCH THIS,
AND I'M GOING TO TELL CROSBY,
CROSBY'S GOING TO TELL YOU,
AND THEN YOU TELL THE NEXT GUY.
Mouse: OKAY.
TRY THE CRANE!
TRY THE CRANE!
MAKE IT UP!
DON'T [ BLEEP ] CUT ME OUT OF
THE LOOP LIKE THAT! [ BLEEP ]!
ALL RIGHT, I'LL BE UP
IN A MINUTE, I WAS JUST...
NO, NO, NO.
NOT A MINUTE.
I WANT TO KNOW IMMEDIATELY
WHAT'S GOING ON.
OKAY, WELL, I'LL BE UP
IN TWO MINUTES.
ALL RIGHT?
NO, NONE OF THIS
[ BLEEP ] RELAYING THROUGH
THE HOUSE [ BLEEP ].
RELAY THROUGH THE [ BLEEP ]
WHEELHOUSE.
ALL RIGHT.
Andy: AND NOW THEY'RE
IN A POSITION WHERE THEY'RE...
SCRAMBLING TO TRY
AND GET IT FIXED
SO THEY CAN COME UP HERE
AND SAY, "STOP WORRYING,
EVERYTHING'S OKAY."
AND YOU KNOW WHAT?
THAT'S NOT HOW YOU DO THINGS
ON A BOAT.
EVERYTHING GOES THROUGH
THE WHEELHOUSE, PERIOD.
I KNOW MY BROTHER'S
A TALENTED CAPTAIN,
HE'S A GOOD ENGINEER WHEN
HE'S GOOD DOWNSTAIRS, AS WELL.
BUT THE BOTTOM LINE IS RIGHT NOW
SOMETHING'S NOT WORKING RIGHT,
I'VE GOT TO KNOW ABOUT IT.
Narrator: COMING UP --
A ROUTINE RESCUE AT SEA
BECOMES A FIGHT...
FOR SURVIVAL.
Narrator: 345 MILES NORTHWEST
OF DUTCH HARBOR,
THE NORTH AMERICAN STEAMS
TOWARDS THE SOUTHERN END
OF THE OPIE GROUNDS.
WITH A SECOND STORM
APPROACHING,
STEN PLANS TO SET
ALL OF HIS POTS BY NIGHTFALL.
PROBABLY KEEP BUILDING HERE,
SO WE'VE STILL GOT A DECKLOAD
OF GEAR ON DECK
WE'VE GOT TO GET OFF TONIGHT.
SO I'M DEFINITELY GOING TO
HAVE TO SET THEM
IN THE RIGHT DIRECTION HERE
SO THE CREW'S SAFE.
Narrator: GREENHORN
DARRELL "DEEBO" LABAY
PREPARES TO GET SCHOOLED
BY DECK BOSS JOHN SKAAR.
I DON'T -- I DON'T KNOW EXACTLY
100% WHAT I'M SUPPOSED TO DO,
BUT, YOU KNOW,
THEY'RE TEACHING ME.
AFTER DAVIN
OPENS THE DOOR UP,
YOU'RE GOING TO BE
ON THAT SIDE,
SO AFTER THE COIL COMES OUT
AND THE BUOYS,
RIGHT AWAY,
THE BAIT GOES IN.
RIGHT ON.
YEAH...
FIRST THING I WOULD DO
IS THE HEAVY BAIT FIRST
BECAUSE YOU'VE GOT THE MOMENTUM,
SO I'D STRING THAT FIRST
AND DO YOUR JAR LAST.
YOU GUYS READY?
HERE WE GO.
John: OKAY, FRONT DOOR,
DEEBO, FRONT DOOR.
Sten:
I KNOW FOR A FACT,
WHEN I WAS ON DECK,
IT DID NOT GO THAT SLOW.
John: DEEBO, HEY,
OPILIO, FIRST POT!
THERE IT GOES.
THAT TOOK TOO LONG.
Narrator: FOR THE GREENHORN,
EVERYTHING IS NEW,
EVEN LEARNING HOW TO WALK.
Sten: NO ONE JUST COMES
STRAIGHT OUT OF THE GATE
AND CAN JUST WALK
ON A BOAT,
JUST LIKE YOU'RE ON LAND.
IT'S IMPOSSIBLE.
TRY TO NOT HOLD ON
TO SOMETHING.
TURN AROUND AND LOOK OUT
AT THE WAVES.
JUST DROP THAT
FOR A SECOND.
LOOK OUT THERE
AT THE WAVES.
YOU JUST NEED
TO GET YOUR BALANCE...
GET YOUR BODY,
GET YOUR --
THE BALLS OF YOUR FEET,
YOUR TOES ARE DOING
EVERYTHING RIGHT NOW.
THE REST IS JUST YOU
LOOKING OUT THERE, OKAY?
AND THEN ONCE YOU GET ZEN
WITH THE WHOLE SITUATION,
YOU CAN JUST CLOSE YOUR EYES
AND BE COMPLETELY LEVEL.
GOT YOU.
Sten: HEY, DEEBO,
I WOULD START GETTING READY
FOR THAT FIRST POT!
DON'T HURRY IT,
YOU HAVE PLENTY OF TIME.
John: OKAY, DOOR, DOOR.
DOOR, DEEBO.
DOOR, DEEBO.
AND WATCH OUT FOR THAT EYE --
THAT THING RIGHT THERE.
YOU'VE GOT
TO PUSH THE POT DOWN.
OUT HERE, YOU JUST HAVE
TO GO THROUGH THE MOTIONS,
AND, YOU KNOW,
YOU CAN ONLY TELL DEEBO
SO MUCH.
YEAH, I'M A LITTLE CONCERNED
ABOUT MY SAFETY.
I MEAN, WHO WOULDN'T BE
OUT IN THIS [ BLEEP ], MAN?
IF YOU'RE NOT,
THEN YOU'RE STUPID.
[ LAUGHS ]
I THINK DEEBO THOUGHT THAT
TODAY WOULD BE A LOT EASIER.
OH, MAN DOWN!
MAN DOWN!
YOU OKAY?
Narrator: FOR DEEBO,
THE BRUISES OF HIS FIRST DAY
MAY BE A RUDE AWAKENING,
BUT FOR DECK BOSS, JOHN,
A WELCOME SIGHT.
John: DEEBO.
DEEBO WILL BE WEARING
THE HONORARY
GREENHORN HAT.
THIS IS PART
OF YOUR RAIN GEAR.
WOW.
WELCOME ABOARD
THE NORTH AMERICAN.
Narrator:
73 MILES DUE SOUTH,
CORNELIA MARIE CAPTAIN
PHIL HARRIS
SET ALL 180 OF HIS POTS
THROUGHOUT THE STORM.
ON DECK,
THE CREW PULLS
THE FIRST TEST POT
AFTER LETTING IT SOAK
FOR EIGHT HOURS.
[ Laughing ]
YEAH.
Phil:
ANOTHER FEW HOURS
AND THAT POT WILL BE
CHOCKABLOCK FULL.
YEAH, I --
WE'RE RIGHT WHERE
WE NEED TO BE WITH THE CRAB.
THERE'S 350, 400
IN THAT POT IN NINE HOURS.
THAT'S BIG FISHING.
COMING UP!
Phil:
THAT IS ONE FULL CRAB POT.
YEE-HA!
THERE'S CRAB IN THE AREA.
WE GO BACK AND HAUL IT
ON A 16-, 18-HOUR SOAK,
THERE WON'T BE DAYLIGHT
IN THAT POT.
Narrator:
BUT WITHOUT WARNING,
ONE OF PHIL'S ENGINES
BEGINS TO OVERHEAT.
[ WARNING TONE ]
I DON'T UNDERSTAND.
Narrator:
WITH THE ENGINE OVERHEATING,
PHIL SENDS MURRAY
TO INVESTIGATE.
WELL, MURRAY WILL
LOOK AT IT.
MURRAY CAN DAMN NEAR
FIX ANYTHING.
NOT TOO WORRIED
RIGHT NOW.
Gamrath: JUST PART
OF THE [ BLEEP ] ON A BOAT.
YEAH.
THE ONLY THING
THAT I'M SEEING RIGHT NOW
IS LACK OF WATER PRESSURE.
BUT YOU KNOW WHAT,
THE TEMPERATURES GO UP AND DOWN.
BUT THAT BOTHERS ME
A LITTLE BIT.
YEP.
I DON'T UNDERSTAND.
IT SHOULD BE BOILING OVER
RIGHT NOW.
Narrator: PHIL CALLS
HIS MECHANIC IN DUTCH HARBOR.
CHRIS, PHIL.
HEY --
WELL, NOT GOOD.
WE GOT A HEAD GASKET
OUT AGAIN, I GUESS.
I --
OKAY, BYE-BYE.
EVERYBODY'S SORRY,
EVERYBODY FEELS BAD,
BUT THAT DOESN'T DO ME
A [ BLEEP ] BIT OF GOOD.
ONE OF TWO THINGS --
I'VE GOT SOME KIND OF BLOCKAGE
GOING ON SOMEWHERE,
THERE'S STILL AIR
IN THE SYSTEM,
OR THE THERMOSTATS
AREN'T QUITE WORKING
THE WAY THEY'RE SUPPOSED TO,
I DON'T KNOW.
Narrator: FISHING
WITH AN OVERHEATING ENGINE
IS NEVER A GOOD OPTION,
ESPECIALLY WITH
THE SECOND STORM FRONT
COMING IN.
Phil: I DON'T KNOW
WHAT I'M GOING TO DO.
I REALLY DON'T.
THE SAD PART ABOUT
THE WHOLE THING
IS I SPENT $40,000, $50,000
SO THIS WOULDN'T HAPPEN.
[ WARNING TONE ]
Narrator: PHIL MIGHT AS WELL
HAVE FLUSHED THE CASH
DOWN THE TOILET.
THE SECOND ALARM
SIGNALS A COMPLETE
SYSTEM FAILURE.
[ WARNING TONE ]
JUST 48 HOURS
INTO THE OPILIO SEASON,
CAPTAIN PHIL MUST TURN BACK
TO DUTCH HARBOR.
THE CRAB COUNT.
Narrator: DAWN BREAKS
OVER THE BERING SEA.
AFTER SUFFERING
NEARLY 48 HOURS
OF BACK-TO-BACK
ARCTIC STORMS,
CAPTAINS BUCKLE DOWN
FOR A NEW WEATHER SYSTEM
TEARING THROUGH THE GROUNDS.
THE FORECAST CALLS
FOR 70-KNOT WINDS
AND 30-FOOT SEAS.
Man: ALL STATIONS,
THIS IS UNITED STATES
COAST GUARD SECTOR JUNEAU,
UNITED STATES COAST GUARD
SECTOR JUNEAU -- BERING SEA...
Narrator: JUST BEFORE
10:00 IN THE MORNING,
THE COAST GUARD
INTERCEPTS
THEIR FIRST DISTRESS CALL
OF THE SEASON.
WITHIN MINUTES,
THE RESCUE TEAM
PREPARES FOR FLIGHT.
Narrator: 42-YEAR-OLD CREWMAN
RAFAEL OROSCO
HAS SUFFERED A SERIES OF
LIFE-THREATENING SEIZURES.
AND WITH LIMITED MEDICAL
SUPPLIES ONBOARD THE PROCESSOR,
THE COAST GUARD IS
HIS ONLY CHANCE FOR SURVIVAL.
AS THE COAST GUARD CHOPPER
APPROACHES THE PROCESSOR...
THE CREWMAN PREPARES
TO DROP THE BASKET.
BUT WITH WEATHER
RAPIDLY DETERIORATING,
THE COAST GUARD
WILL HAVE LIMITED TIME
BEFORE IT BECOMES TOO DANGEROUS
FOR A BASKET RESCUE.
Narrator: WITH THE FISHERMAN
SAFELY ONBOARD,
SWIMMER LUKE CORDERON
QUICKLY CHECKS HIS VITAL SIGNS.
Narrator: THE PATIENT SUFFERS
FROM HIGH BLOOD SUGAR,
AND IS QUICKLY ADMINISTERED
INSULIN IN AN I.V.
TO TRY AND KEEP HIM STABLE.
THE CLOSEST HOSPITAL
IS MORE THAN 850 MILES AWAY.
RAFAEL'S CONDITIONS
COULD WORSEN,
SENDING HIM
INTO MORE SEIZURES.
PILOT TODD BLOCK
SETS A 235 MILE COURSE
TOWARDS COLD BAY, ALASKA,
WHERE A PLANE AWAITS
TO TRANSPORT THE PATIENT
TO A HOSPITAL
IN ANCHORAGE.
BUT STANDING
IN THE WAY OF COLD BAY
ARE HIGH WINDS,
FREEZING SPRAY,
AND A BUILDING 200-SQUARE-MILE
STORM FRONT.
Narrator: THE COAST GUARD
JAYHAWK RESCUE HELICOPTER
CAN WITHSTAND SOME OF THE MOST
BRUTAL WEATHER CONDITIONS
ON THE BERING SEA,
BUT IT'S COMPLETELY DEFENSELESS
AGAINST ICE.
Narrator: IF THE DE-ICING
APPARATUS FAILS,
ICE CLOGS THE JET AIR INTAKE,
THE ENGINE STALLS,
ROTORS SLOW,
AND THE HELICOPTER DROPS
LIKE A ROCK FROM THE SKY.
Narrator:
WITH SUCH RAPID ICING,
THE PILOTS CALL BACK TO BASE
FOR OTHER OPTIONS.
Narrator: BUT NO RESPONSE.
FIVE MEN,
RADIO SILENCE,
RAPID ICING.
WHAT STARTED
AS A ROUTINE RESCUE MISSION
HAS NOW BECOME
A RACE FOR SURVIVAL.
[ RADIO CHATTER ]
ON THE NEXT "DEADLIEST CATCH" --
THE COAST GUARD BATTLES ICE,
HIGH WINDS, AND LOW FUEL
IN A RACE TO GET THEIR PATIENT
TO MEDICAL ATTENTION.
IN THE BERING SEA.
OPILIO SEASON BEGINS.
THE HUNT CONTINUES...
FOR THE DEADLIEST CATCH.
CAPTIONS PAID FOR BY
DISCOVERY COMMUNICATIONS, LLC
Narrator: JANUARY,
DUTCH HARBOR, ALASKA.
TODAY, THE FLEET RETURNS
FOR THE OPILIO CRAB SEASON --
THE MOST FEROCIOUS...
AND DEADLY MONTHS
ON THE BERING SEA.
AFTER A SHORT BREAK
TO SEE LOVED ONES,
THE MEN ARE BACK...
AND READY.
WE'RE HEADED OUT
FOR THE 2008 OPILIO SEASON.
I'M THINKING ABOUT ALL THE CRAB
I NEED TO CATCH.
OPIES IS MY FORTE.
I'LL GO UP AND I'LL NAIL
THE [ BLEEP ] OUT OF THESE CRAB.
Narrator: ON THE CORNELIA MARIE,
CAPTAIN PHIL HARRIS
FINISHES AN EXPENSIVE OVERHAUL
OF HIS MAIN ENGINE...
YEAH, THAT WAS
AN EXPENSIVE FIX.
Gamrath: $40,000 BAND-AID
ON A $70,000 ENGINE.
Narrator: AND NOW LOOKS
FOR REDEMPTION AFTER ENDURING
ONE OF THE TOUGHEST KING CRAB
SEASONS OF HIS CAREER.
Phil: MY BLOOD PRESSURE WAS
PROBABLY UP A LITTLE BIT
AT THE END OF THAT LAST TRIP.
Narrator:
WITH HIS ENGINES ROARING,
PHIL'S SLATE
IS WIPED CLEAN,
AND IT'S BACK TO BUSINESS.
THAT'S MY JOB,
IS TO MAKE [ BLEEP ] HAPPEN.
Narrator: DOWN ON DECK,
THE HARRIS BOYS
ARE BUSY...
WELL, JUST BEING BROTHERS.
WHY DON'T YOU
JUST COUNT IT?
WHAT IS THE PROBLEM
WITH YOU COUNTING?
BECAUSE I WANT YOU
TO BE ACCURATE COUNTING.
WELL, IF YOU
SECOND-GUESS ME SO MUCH,
WHY DON'T YOU JUST
COUNT THE [ BLEEP ] POTS?
IT TAKES FIVE MINUTES
OUT OF YOUR DAY.
I WANT YOU TO BE ACCURATE.
FIVE [ BLEEP ] MINUTES
OUT OF YOUR DAY.
JOSH, I'M GOING TO
PULL THE BOSS CARD THIS TIME
AND TELL YOU
YOU NEED TO BE
THE BOSS CARD?
MORE [ BLEEP ] ACCURATE
ON THE COUNT.
YOU'RE NOT MY BOSS.
THE ONLY BOSS ON THIS BOAT
IS DAD.
THAT'S MY BOSS.
ALL'S I'M SAYING IS,
BE ACCURATE ON YOUR COUNT.
I DON'T KNOW WHY
YOU HAVE AN ATTITUDE ABOUT IT.
IT'S REAL EASY.
ONE, TWO, THREE,
FOUR, FIVE...
AS YOUR BOSS,
BE ACCURATE ON THE COUNT.
I'M TELLING YOU
AS YOUR BOSS.
YOU'RE NOT MY BOSS.
I AM.
YOU CAN GO ASK DAD
IF YOU DON'T THINK THAT'S...
WELL, LET'S CALL DAD UP
ON THE PHONE,
AND LET'S ASK HIM.
[ LAUGHS ]
LET'S CALL HIM.
HEY, SO JAKE'S TELLING ME
THAT HE IS MY BOSS.
HE SAYS, "COME ON, I AIN'T
GOT TIME FOR THIS."
Narrator:
ACROSS THE DOCKS,
THE MIGHTY NORTHWESTERN WARRIORS
ARE BACK.
AND WHILE THEY MAY BE TOUGH
ENOUGH FOR THE BERING SEA...
THEY'RE NO MATCH
FOR THE FLU.
Sig: EVERYBODY'S SICK
ON THE BOAT, THAT'S THE PROBLEM.
WANT TO GO TO BED,
I DON'T FEEL GOOD.
I HAD FLU ALL COD SEASON.
NOW I'M GOING TO GO CRAB FISHING
WITH THIS CRAP.
I'M SICK OF IT.
Narrator:
BUT THE FLU BUG
HASN'T BITTEN GREENHORN
JAKE ANDERSON.
GRINDING THROUGH
KING SEASON
HAS EARNED HIM
ANOTHER STRIPE
AND MORE CONFIDENCE
ON DECK.
Anderson: I'M GOING TO BE
OUT THERE ON THAT RAIL.
DOESN'T MATTER IF I'M HURT,
DOESN'T MATTER
IF I'M CRYING,
DOESN'T MATTER IF SOMEBODY
PUNCHES ME,
I'LL STILL BE
OUT THERE WORKING,
AND THEY KNOW THAT NOW.
Narrator:
ON THE TIME BANDIT,
THE HILLSTRAND BROTHERS
ARE BACK,
BUT THERE'S A TRADITIONAL
CHANGING OF THE GUARD FOR OPIES.
JOHNATHAN IS RELINQUISHING
THE HELM
TO HIS YOUNGER BROTHER,
ANDY.
Andy:
WE'RE PRETTY PUMPED.
WE'VE GOT A LOT
OF CRAB TO CATCH.
JUST TRYING
TO GET THE SEASON GOING.
GOT TO GET THE FIRST TRIP
UNDERNEATH OUR BELT.
Narrator: AND AFTER
A CHANGE OF HEART,
THE HEIR APPARENT,
SCOTTY HILLSTRAND,
RETURNS TO FACE
THE ICE AND SNOW.
ONLY PLACE I LIKE MY ICE
IS IN MY COCKTAILS.
John: JACKASS!
JACKASS!
YEAH, THAT'S THE ONLY PLACE
I WANT TO SEE [ BLEEP ] ICE.
Narrator: BUT WITH
AN IMPENDING STORM FRONT
AND DELIVERY DEADLINES
ONLY A WEEK AWAY,
CAPTAINS RACE TO FINISH
PREPARATIONS AND SET SAIL.
Man: RAIN AND SNOW SHOWERS.
HURRICANE-FORCE WIND
WARNING TONIGHT.
HURRICANE, BABY!
THERE'S A HURRICANE
A-COMIN'.
Man: SEAS 22 FEET.
GALE WARNING THROUGH TUESDAY.
HEAVY FREEZING SPRAY
WARNING TODAY.
Narrator: WITH JUST TWELVE HOURS
BEFORE THE STORM HITS,
ACROSS THE DOCKS,
ON THE NORTH AMERICAN,
CAPTAIN STEN SKAAR
SOUNDS A NOTE OF CAUTION
TO HIS NEW GREENHORN,
DARRELL LABAY.
WE'RE GOING TO DEPART
DUTCH HARBOR TOMORROW, DEEBO,
FOR YOUR FIRST MAIDEN VOYAGE
OF THE BERING SEA.
I'M A LITTLE SCARED.
IT'S GOOD TO BE AFRAID.
IF YOU WEREN'T AFRAID,
THEN I'D BE CONCERNED.
Narrator: STATISTICALLY,
OPILIO SEASON
DOUBLES THE MORTALITY RATE
FOR EVERY FISHERMAN
BRAVE OR FOOLISH ENOUGH
TO TAKE ON THE BERING SEA.
AND FOR NORTH AMERICAN DECKHAND
DAVIN NES,
THIS TRUTH HAS HIT HOME
ESPECIALLY HARD.
TWO WEEKS EARLIER,
HIS YOUNGER BROTHER,
JEFFREY, WAS KILLED.
Nes: I'M GOING TO BE THINKING
ABOUT JEFFREY THIS WHOLE SEASON.
Narrator:
WHILE WORKING AT DOCK,
JEFFREY NES
FELL TWO STORIES
FROM THE TOP
OF A STACK OF POTS.
HATE TO SAY IT, BUT HE REALLY
WASN'T BUILT FOR CRABBING.
HE ALWAYS WANTED TO DO IT,
ALWAYS WANTED TO...
SHOW THAT HE COULD DO IT
TO EVERYBODY.
JEFF AND I WERE SO CLOSE,
AND I'D JUST TALKED
TO THE GUY...
IT'S LIKE,
"WHERE'D HE GO?"
YOU KNOW, IT'S JUST SO SAD
THAT HE'S GONE.
SAD DEAL.
Sig: I THINK HE BROKE HIS NECK
ON THE RAIL,
BETWEEN THE RAIL
AND THE DOCK.
IN THE WATER,
THEY GOT HIM BACK...
NEXT THING YOU KNOW,
HE'S GONE.
I MEAN,
WE GREW UP TOGETHER.
AND THAT'S JUST
A FEW DAYS AGO.
SO IT CAN HAPPEN RIGHT
AT THE DOCK, THAT'S THE PROBLEM.
YOU'VE GOT TO WONDER,
YOU KNOW,
IS THIS GOING TO
BE OUR TURN?
WHEN YOU LOSE
GOOD GUYS OUT HERE,
IT KIND OF --
IT HITS HOME.
Narrator:
BACK AT THE WIZARD,
CAPTAIN KEITH COLBURN
DRIVES THE POINT HOME.
YOU GUYS, REAL FAST.
I DON'T WANT TO START
THIS SEASON ON A DOWN NOTE,
BUT I NEED TO LET YOU KNOW,
ESPECIALLY MOI,
WITH YOU CLIMBING
UP ON THESE POTS,
AND CROSBY OVER THERE,
TOO --
A COUPLE OF DAYS AGO,
JEFF NES FELL OFF
ONE OF THESE POTS,
BROKE HIS NECK,
TUMBLED OVER, HIT THE RAIL,
IN THE WATER, GONE.
SO IT HAPPENS THAT QUICK.
SO THINK ABOUT IT
WHEN YOU'RE UP THERE, OKAY, MOI?
Narrator: NOW,
WITH JUST HOURS BEFORE
A MAJOR ARCTIC STORM
TEARS THROUGH DUTCH HARBOR...
HEY, GUYS, WE GOT TO CUT LOOSE
AND GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE.
THERE'S A STORM COMING.
Narrator:
THE FLEET MOVES OUT.
SHOULD HAVE LEFT A DAY AGO.
BUTTON EVERYTHING UP,
GET READY FOR ROUGH WEATHER.
70-KNOT WINDS COMING.
Narrator: THE PROMISE
OF CRAB GOLD AWAITS THEM.
THAT IS,
IF THEY CAN BEAT
THE WRATH OF WINTER
ON THE BERING SEA.
NEXT ON "DEADLIEST CATCH" --
Sig: LET HER GO
WHENEVER YOU'RE READY.
Narrator:
THE FIRST POTS
OF THE OPILIO SEASON
SPLASH DOWN.
AND LATER --
A WICKED WINTER STORM
PUMMELS THE FLEET.
THIS ONE'S
GOT SOME TEETH.
Narrator: BY DAY'S END,
MOST OF THE FLEET
HAS LEFT THE HARBOR.
BUT FOR THE FEW STRAGGLERS,
AN ARCTIC FRONT BEGINS
TEARING THROUGH THE PORT.
ON THE WIZARD,
CAPTAIN KEITH COLBURN
NEEDS AN EXTRA
48,000 GALLONS OF FUEL
BEFORE HE CAN LEAVE.
Keith: WELL, YOU KNOW,
WE'RE JUST TRYING
TO GET INTO THE FUEL DOCK HERE.
BLOWING ABOUT 50,
MAYBE 60.
IT'S GUSTING TO 70 AT TIMES,
AND SCREAMS RIGHT THROUGH HERE
WHERE THE FUEL DOCK IS.
Narrator: AND WITH HIGH WINDS
BROAD-SIDING THE WIZARD,
KEITH TAKES NO CHANCES
AND WARNS THE CREW.
Keith: IT'S BLOWING ABOUT 60
OUT THERE RIGHT NOW.
WE'VE GOT
A FOUR-HIGH STACK,
AND THE BOAT IS GOING TO COME IN
LIKE A BIG OLD KITE,
JUST BLOWING US RIGHT IN,
SO...
I EXPECT THE "A" GAME
ON THIS TIE-UP, ALL RIGHT?
Keith: IT'S GOING TO BE NASTY
GOING AROUND THE CORNER,
SO MAKE SURE THE GUYS HAVE
EVERYTHING BATTENED DOWN
REAL GOOD UP THERE.
TIE-OFF LINES ARE ALL SECURED
AND EVERYTHING, RIGHT?
WE DON'T WANT
TO LOSE ANYTHING.
IT'S THE FIRST DOCK I EVER
TIED THIS BOAT UP AT,
AND I HAD A REALLY,
REALLY BAD EXPERIENCE.
WIND STARTS BLOWING
50, 60, 70,
TAPPING 100,
YOU JUST WANT TO MAKE SURE
YOU TAKE EVERY
PRECAUTION POSSIBLE,
BECAUSE IT'S GUARANTEED,
AS SOON AS I GET COMPLETELY
COMMITTED IN HERE,
THAT IT'S GOING
TO TAP 100 AGAIN.
YOU'LL DO
THE STERN LINE.
WE'LL GET ANOTHER STERN LINE
TO HIS BOW ONCE WE GET IN THERE,
BUT I NEED
TO KNOW UNEQUIVOCALLY
THAT HE'S NOT STICKING OUT
ANY BIT AT ALL.
BECAUSE IF HE IS,
THEN WE CAN'T TIE UP.
GET SOME FENDERS READY
RIGHT IN HERE
FOR HIS BOAT, OKAY?
OKAY.
Keith: THE WIND'S GOING TO BE
BLOWING ME A LITTLE BIT
TOWARDS THE DOCK THERE
PERIODICALLY,
SO WE MAY COME IN
A LITTLE BIT HOT,
SO GET THOSE LINES OFF FAST
FOR ME, OKAY?
WHAT DO I GOT, TRAVIS?
Lofland: THREE-OH!
30 FEET.
OH, YEAH,
HERE IT COMES,
EVERY [ BLEEP ] TIME
YOU TRY AND TIE UP.
WHAT DO I GOT, TRAVIS?
TEN FEET, EIGHT FEET!
REVERSE!
OKAY, ROGER.
JUST GOT TO SPRING WITH IT,
TRAVIS, KEEP IT TIGHT.
HEY, TRAVIS,
HOW MANY FEET WE GOT
TO THE BARGE?
FIVE, SO I'M GOOD
RIGHT WHERE I AM, RIGHT?
OKAY, MAKE EVERYTHING SNUG,
GUYS.
Narrator: NOW,
SAFELY DOCKED,
KEITH WILL HAVE
TO PLAY CATCH-UP
AS HE FILLS UP
AND RACES OUT OF PORT.
WELL, NEVER A DULL DAY
IN DUTCH HARBOR.
Narrator:
275 MILES NORTHWEST,
AS THE NORTHWESTERN
STEAMS A FEW HOURS
AHEAD OF THE STORM FRONT,
CAPTAIN SIG PREPARES
TO SET ON FAMILY GROUNDS.
YOU'VE GOT A LOT OF STORMS
COMING THROUGH THIS AREA
IN THE MIDDLE OF WINTER,
AND WITH THESE
FREEZING CONDITIONS,
STORMS COMING IN,
THE FARTHER
YOU SPREAD YOURSELF OUT,
THE HARDER IT IS
TO PLAN AND GET BACK IN.
Narrator:
BUT BEFORE THEY SET,
SIG'S GIVEN
DECKHAND MATT BRADLEY
THE HONORS OF
THE NORWEGIAN BLESSING.
Sig: TELL ME WHEN YOU'RE READY
AND I'LL TURN AROUND.
NO, WE'RE NOT READY.
MATT'S GOT
TO DO THIS FIRST.
[ GROANING ]
Edgar: JAKE COULD DO IT,
YOU CAN DO IT.
YOU'VE GOT TO CHEW IT.
[ RETCHING ]
YUCK!
SWALLOW IT DOWN, MAN!
Edgar: YEAH.
I'M GOING TO PUKE.
Edgar: YOU'RE GOING TO
PUKE ANYWAY.
YOU'RE ALREADY SEASICK.
EAT IT.
I'M NOT SEASICK.
EAT IT.
SICK OF BEING AT SEA
WITH YOU.
EAT IT!
[ RETCHING ]
[ LAUGHING ]
GIVE ME THAT [ BLEEP ] THING!
[ RETCHING ]
[ LAUGHING ]
[ RETCHING ]
POINT IS HE TRIED.
I GUESS.
[ BRADLEY RETCHING ]
AH,
MATT'S EATING THE HERRING.
THAT'S GOOD.
WE DIDN'T NEED
TO REMIND ANYBODY THIS TIME.
OKAY, LET HER GO
WHENEVER YOU'RE READY.
Edgar: ALL RIGHT,
SLOW, THEN.
GOING OVERBOARD.
OPIES!
2008!
ALL RIGHT.
FIRST POT'S OFF THE BOAT,
AND WE ARE UNDERWAY.
Edgar: MAIN THING IS JUST
TRYING NOT TO KILL ANYBODY
DOWN ON DECK HERE WHILE WE'RE
TRYING TO GET A POT IN THE RACK.
SET IT, JUST GET IT
READY TO SET.
MATT'S FAMOUS LAST WORDS,
"GOOD ENOUGH."
TWO-ONE-THREE.
IT'S ALL ABOUT THE TIMING.
Narrator: BY NIGHTFALL,
THE NORTHWESTERN
COLLIDES WITH THE STORM FRONT,
AND WITH A FORECAST
OF HURRICANE-FORCE WINDS,
SIG RACES TO GET
THE LAST 40 POTS OFF THE DECK.
Sig: WELL, WE'VE GOT OUR
LAST STRING WE NEED TO SET HERE,
AND TO BE QUITE HONEST,
I DON'T CARE WHERE IT ENDS UP.
JUST WANT TO GET IT
OFF THE DECK.
Edgar: YOU HAVE
TO GRAB THAT ONE!
OKAY, THAT WAS CLOSE.
AH, LOOKS LIKE THE WEATHER
PICKED UP A LITTLE.
WE HAVE 45!
Narrator:
JUST AFTER MIDNIGHT,
JAKE THROWS THE LAST BUOY BAG
OVER THE RAIL.
ALL 150 POTS
ARE NOW FISHING.
I'M GOING TO SEEK SHELTER
AND LET MY POTS AND MY BAIT
DO THE WORK,
AND IF THIS 40, 45 STARTS
KICKING UP LIKE IT'S DOING,
YOU KNOW,
I THINK WE'LL JUST
DUCK OUT OF THE WAY
AND LET HER GET SOAKED.
Narrator: COMING UP NEXT --
WHOA.
200,000 POUNDS OF STEEL
IN 40-FOOT SEAS.
THIS IS
THE BERMUDA TRIANGLE
OF THE BERING SEA.
Narrator: AS THE STORM
TORE THROUGH THE GROUNDS,
THE FLEET WORKED
THROUGH THE NIGHT
TO DROP THEIR POTS.
NOW, AFTER AN EIGHT-HOUR SOAK,
TIME BANDIT CAPTAIN
ANDY HILLSTRAND
APPROACHES HIS FIRST TEST POT
OF THE SEASON.
Andy: WOKE UP,
AND WE GOT STORM WARNINGS
ALL THE WAY UP THE CHAIN.
SOUTHEAST 60.
WOO!
OH, YEAH, WE'RE ALREADY
IN 15-, 20-FOOTERS.
HANG ON.
IF YOU WERE SURFING...
WE ARE SURFING.
ON A 114-FOOT SURFBOARD.
Newberry: THIS IS THE OPILIO
I'VE BEEN LOOKING FOR.
Long: AH,
THAT'S NOT A GOOD SIGN.
BAD LUCK IF YOU MISS
THE FIRST ONE OF THE SEASON.
WELL, LA-DI-FREAKING-DA.
GOD, IT GOT ROUGH FAST.
THIS IS COOL STUFF.
DON'T WANT TO WAIT.
NO GOOD.
Narrator: AFTER EIGHT HOURS
OF SOAKING,
THE ONLY THING
THE BAIT CAUGHT
WAS MORE BAIT.
ONE COD, 13 CRAB.
YOU'RE GOING TO
HAVE DAYS LIKE THIS,
SO YOU'RE LIKE THE OTHER DAYS
TOP THIS.
POO-POO.
LAST YEAR,
WE WERE PULLING LIKE...
800, 900.
Narrator: NOW ANDY WILL HAVE
TO STACK ON ALL OF HIS POTS,
DESPITE THE GROWING STORM.
Andy: DEFINITELY 25-FOOTERS
RIGHT NOW.
IT'S FIVE FOOT HIGHER
THAN MY BOW.
DOESN'T MATTER WHERE YOU GO,
YOU GET WET.
I'M TAKING WAVES UP TO
THE WHEELHOUSE WINDOWS
RIGHT NOW.
SO THAT WOULD BE
A 30-FOOTER.
WATCH OUT, WATCH OUT.
IF A GUY FELL OVERBOARD
IN 25-FOOT SEAS,
YOU'D PROBABLY NEVER SEE HIM.
EVEN WITH
THE FLOATATION COAT ON.
Narrator:
140 MILES TO THE SOUTH,
THE WIZARD'S BEEN SLOWLY
DRIVING THROUGH THE STORM
SINCE THEY LEFT LATE
OUT OF THE GATE.
CAPTAIN KEITH HAS ANOTHER
125 MILES TO GO
BEFORE HE REACHES
THE GROUNDS.
WHOA.
YEAH...
OH, MY GOD!
THEY'RE GETTING BIGGER
BY THE MINUTE.
Narrator: BANKING ON
A RECORD OPILIO CATCH,
KEITH MAXED OUT WITH OVER
200,000 POUNDS OF STEEL
STACKED TWO STORIES HIGH
ON DECK.
ONE OF THE LARGEST VESSELS
IN THE FLEET,
THE WIZARD IS RATED
TO HANDLE 250 POTS,
BUT KEITH QUESTIONS
HIS STABILITY REPORT
AS HE BEGINS TAKING 35-FOOTERS
OVER THE BOW.
Keith: THE WEATHER MAN
MISSED IN A BIG WAY.
IF WE GET TO A POINT
WHERE ALL OF A SUDDEN
WE START MAKING
FREEZING SPRAY
IN THIS NORTHWESTERLY,
YOU KNOW,
THAT HAYSTACK IS GOING TO
FREEZE UP
LIKE A BIG CUBE OF ICE
REAL QUICK,
AND THAT COULD CAUSE
SOME SERIOUS PROBLEMS
FOR THE STABILITY
OF THE VESSEL.
Narrator:
ON THE BERING SEA,
THIS IS THE WORST POSSIBLE
POSITION A CAPTAIN CAN BE IN.
FREEZING SPRAY,
40-FOOT SEAS...
THIS ONE'S
GOT SOME TEETH.
Narrator:
AND A FULL STACK.
WITHIN MINUTES,
40-FOOT WAVES
BEGIN COLLIDING WITH THE WIZARD
FROM EVERY DIRECTION.
DEEP UNDERWATER,
A SINGLE MASSIVE CURRENT
MOVES COUNTERCLOCKWISE.
WHEN IT HITS
THE CONTINENTAL SHELF,
IT SPLINTERS INTO MULTIPLE
SMALLER CURRENTS THAT RISE
AND CREATE A PHENOMENON
KNOWN AS "CONFUSED SEAS."
FOR KEITH,
GETTING THE POTS OFF THE BOAT
IS HIS FIRST PRIORITY,
BUT THE WIZARD IS CURRENTLY
RIDING WATERS 900 FEET DEEP
OFF THE SOUTHERN EDGE
OF THE ALEUTIAN BASIN.
IF KEITH DROPS THE GEAR,
HE'LL LOSE HIS POTS
AND HAVE TO RETURN TO DUTCH.
AFTER FIVE HOURS,
KEITH FINALLY REACHES THE EDGE
OF THE CONTINENTAL SHELF.
HE ORDERS THE CREW TO DROP
THE FIRST TWO LAYERS OF POTS.
GO AHEAD AND GET READY.
COMING UP!
WE'RE FINALLY FISHING.
THIS IS THE LAST ONE,
AND ONE MORE!
Narrator:
320 MILES TO THE NORTHWEST,
TIME BANDIT CAPTAIN
ANDY HILLSTRAND
HAS PULLED TWO OF HIS THREE
TEST STRINGS,
AND HAS ONE LEFT TO HAUL.
Andy: WE'RE RIGHT IN
THE MIDDLE OF A TRIANGLE
WHERE THREE OF OUR FRIENDS
HAVE DIED.
THREE CREW MEMBERS
FALLEN OVERBOARD.
BUT ALL OF OUR GUYS
THAT WE'VE KNOWN
THAT HAVE DIED OVER THE YEARS
CRAB FISHING,
EVERYBODY USUALLY DIES IN THIS
LITTLE CHUNK OF WATERS HERE.
I MEAN, 30 GUYS HAVE
DIED RIGHT HERE
IN THIS 30-MILE AREA.
Narrator: EVEN WITH
THE 35-FOOT SEAS,
ANDY DECIDES
TO STACK THE GEAR
AND HUNT DOWN NEW GROUNDS
SOUTH OF THE STORM.
Andy: WE'RE GOING
TO PULL A FEW MORE
AND THEN GO SATIN.
ONE MORE.
Andy: I'M GOING TO JUMP DOWN
THE STRING
A LITTLE BIT RIGHT NOW.
Narrator: BUT AS ANDY
GOES DOWN THE LINE,
THE NUMBERS IN THE POTS
BEGIN TO RISE.
260.
THERE YOU GO.
YEAH, BABY.
THOSE ARE [ BLEEP ]
AWESOME POTS, AREN'T THEY?
THAT IS THE HIGHEST POT
WE'VE HAD SO FAR.
OH, YEAH!
YEAH!
Andy: IT'S GETTING
OUT OF CONTROL
AT THE [ BLEEP ] TABLE.
HA-HA-HA!
THAT IS GOING DOWN!
I CAN'T SEE FOR CRAP
OUT THERE.
Narrator:
BUT WITH WAVES
PITCHING THE BOAT
IN EVERY DIRECTION,
THE 700-POUND CAGES
GET HARDER
TO WRESTLE ONBOARD.
Andy:
BIG WAVES ALL AROUND.
IT'S LIKE RIGHT AT
THE DANGEROUS --
REALLY DANGEROUS SPOT.
25-, 30-FOOT SEAS
CAN JUST CRUSH A GUY.
THIS IS SO [ BLEEP ].
EASY, EDDIE.
COMING AROUND THE HORN.
WATCH OUT, WATCH OUT!
WATCH OUT!
Uwekoolani: YEAH,
THANK GOODNESS
SHEA KIND OF HELD ONTO IT,
BECAUSE IT CHASED ME
ACROSS THE DECK.
Newberry: WOO!
THAT WAS THE LAST ONE
OF THIS CARNIVAL.
CARNIVAL IS SHUTTING DOWN.
I HOPE.
Narrator: BUT BEFORE THE MEN
CAN CLEAR THE DECK,
A 35-FOOT BLAST
SWALLOWS THE BOW...
AND SENDS JOHNATHAN'S SON,
SCOTTY...
WHOA! WHOA...
ON THE RIDE OF HIS LIFE.
[ BLEEP ]
Andy: [ Laughing ]
WHAT'RE YOU DOING?
I'VE NEVER SEEN...
WHAT WAS THAT?
Scott: THE BOW WENT UP,
AND I WAS STANDING
ABOUT MIDSHIP,
AND IT WAS STRAIGHT
FROM THE PICKING POINT
OF THE PICKING BOOM.
IT PICKED ME STRAIGHT UP
OFF THE DECK.
I WENT UP SO FAST,
IF I WOULD'VE LET GO
I WOULD'VE FREAKING
HURT MYSELF.
SO I HUNG ON,
RUSSELL YELLED,
AND I JUST WENT ALONG
FOR THE RIDE.
Andy: THAT JUST ABOUT
GAVE ME A HEART ATTACK.
THOUGHT I HAD A MAJOR CRISIS
ON MY HAND, JOHN.
Narrator: 52 MILES
TO THE SOUTHWEST,
THE WIZARD MADE IT THROUGH
DEEP STORMY WATERS
TO THE OPIE GROUNDS.
Keith: THIS IS WHAT
I'VE BEEN WAITING FOR.
WE'RE FINALLY COMING OUT
OF THE ABYSS,
THE REAL DEEP WATER,
COMING UP THE HILL,
AND WE'RE FINALLY IN LESS
THAN 100 FATHOMS OF WATER.
IT'S A PRETTY NICE FEELING
WHEN YOU KNOW
YOU'RE BACK IN THE DEPTH
THAT YOU CAN SET YOUR GEAR
AND NOT HAVE TO WORRY ABOUT IT
BEING GONE FOREVER.
Narrator: CAPTAIN KEITH COLBURN
DUMPED 100 POTS IN HIGH SEAS,
BUT HE STILL HAS 150 TO GO.
BUT JUST BEFORE THEY DROP
THEIR LAST STRING,
THE HYDRAULICS GIVE OUT.
Soper: DOES THE BAIT CHOPPER
STILL TURN ON?
YEAH, I HAVE THE LEVER ON.
IT'S NOT WORKING.
WHEN THE HYDRAULICS
DON'T WORK,
IT AFFECTS EVERYTHING.
THE BAIT CHOPPER WON'T WORK,
THE CRANES, THE LAUNCHER,
THE BLOCK, THE COILER,
THE ANCHOR WINCH --
NOTHING WORKS.
IT'S KIND OF A --
IT'S A MUST-HAVE AROUND HERE.
THIS CAN'T BE GOOD.
Narrator: NOT KNOWING WHY
HIS CREW HAS STOPPED DOWN,
KEITH BUSTS IN
ON HIS BROTHER'S BREAKFAST
AND GETS HIM ON THE CASE.
Andy: MOUSE, THE WEATHER'S
GOING TO GO TO CRAP ON US HERE.
IF WE NEED TO TEAR ANYTHING
OPEN DOWN THERE,
LET'S DO IT NOW.
WHAT WAS WORKING OUT THERE,
WHAT WAS NOT?
I HAVE NO IDEA.
NOBODY'S TOLD ME [ BLEEP ].
I'VE HEAD NOTHING
FROM MY [ BLEEP ] CREW.
IF WE JUST SMOKED
ONE OF OUR PUMPS,
I WANT TO KNOW
SO I CAN ORDER IT
AND HAVE IT SITTING
ON THE ISLAND, OKAY?
I WANT TO KNOW NOW.
AH...
ENJOYABLE BREAKFAST.
I THINK ONE OF THE PUMPS
MAY BE...
MAY BE SUSPECT.
MIGHT HAVE GOT BURNT UP.
WE DON'T KNOW YET.
OKAY, GO AHEAD
AND PUT A WRAP ON THAT.
STAND BY!
STAND BY!
OKAY,
GET EVERYBODY RIGHT HERE.
ONE GUY STAY
AT THE BAIT CHOPPER
AND LET ME KNOW
IF IT WORKS, OKAY?
I'M GOING TO WATCH THIS,
AND I'M GOING TO TELL CROSBY,
CROSBY'S GOING TO TELL YOU,
AND THEN YOU TELL THE NEXT GUY.
Mouse: OKAY.
TRY THE CRANE!
TRY THE CRANE!
MAKE IT UP!
DON'T [ BLEEP ] CUT ME OUT OF
THE LOOP LIKE THAT! [ BLEEP ]!
ALL RIGHT, I'LL BE UP
IN A MINUTE, I WAS JUST...
NO, NO, NO.
NOT A MINUTE.
I WANT TO KNOW IMMEDIATELY
WHAT'S GOING ON.
OKAY, WELL, I'LL BE UP
IN TWO MINUTES.
ALL RIGHT?
NO, NONE OF THIS
[ BLEEP ] RELAYING THROUGH
THE HOUSE [ BLEEP ].
RELAY THROUGH THE [ BLEEP ]
WHEELHOUSE.
ALL RIGHT.
Andy: AND NOW THEY'RE
IN A POSITION WHERE THEY'RE...
SCRAMBLING TO TRY
AND GET IT FIXED
SO THEY CAN COME UP HERE
AND SAY, "STOP WORRYING,
EVERYTHING'S OKAY."
AND YOU KNOW WHAT?
THAT'S NOT HOW YOU DO THINGS
ON A BOAT.
EVERYTHING GOES THROUGH
THE WHEELHOUSE, PERIOD.
I KNOW MY BROTHER'S
A TALENTED CAPTAIN,
HE'S A GOOD ENGINEER WHEN
HE'S GOOD DOWNSTAIRS, AS WELL.
BUT THE BOTTOM LINE IS RIGHT NOW
SOMETHING'S NOT WORKING RIGHT,
I'VE GOT TO KNOW ABOUT IT.
Narrator: COMING UP --
A ROUTINE RESCUE AT SEA
BECOMES A FIGHT...
FOR SURVIVAL.
Narrator: 345 MILES NORTHWEST
OF DUTCH HARBOR,
THE NORTH AMERICAN STEAMS
TOWARDS THE SOUTHERN END
OF THE OPIE GROUNDS.
WITH A SECOND STORM
APPROACHING,
STEN PLANS TO SET
ALL OF HIS POTS BY NIGHTFALL.
PROBABLY KEEP BUILDING HERE,
SO WE'VE STILL GOT A DECKLOAD
OF GEAR ON DECK
WE'VE GOT TO GET OFF TONIGHT.
SO I'M DEFINITELY GOING TO
HAVE TO SET THEM
IN THE RIGHT DIRECTION HERE
SO THE CREW'S SAFE.
Narrator: GREENHORN
DARRELL "DEEBO" LABAY
PREPARES TO GET SCHOOLED
BY DECK BOSS JOHN SKAAR.
I DON'T -- I DON'T KNOW EXACTLY
100% WHAT I'M SUPPOSED TO DO,
BUT, YOU KNOW,
THEY'RE TEACHING ME.
AFTER DAVIN
OPENS THE DOOR UP,
YOU'RE GOING TO BE
ON THAT SIDE,
SO AFTER THE COIL COMES OUT
AND THE BUOYS,
RIGHT AWAY,
THE BAIT GOES IN.
RIGHT ON.
YEAH...
FIRST THING I WOULD DO
IS THE HEAVY BAIT FIRST
BECAUSE YOU'VE GOT THE MOMENTUM,
SO I'D STRING THAT FIRST
AND DO YOUR JAR LAST.
YOU GUYS READY?
HERE WE GO.
John: OKAY, FRONT DOOR,
DEEBO, FRONT DOOR.
Sten:
I KNOW FOR A FACT,
WHEN I WAS ON DECK,
IT DID NOT GO THAT SLOW.
John: DEEBO, HEY,
OPILIO, FIRST POT!
THERE IT GOES.
THAT TOOK TOO LONG.
Narrator: FOR THE GREENHORN,
EVERYTHING IS NEW,
EVEN LEARNING HOW TO WALK.
Sten: NO ONE JUST COMES
STRAIGHT OUT OF THE GATE
AND CAN JUST WALK
ON A BOAT,
JUST LIKE YOU'RE ON LAND.
IT'S IMPOSSIBLE.
TRY TO NOT HOLD ON
TO SOMETHING.
TURN AROUND AND LOOK OUT
AT THE WAVES.
JUST DROP THAT
FOR A SECOND.
LOOK OUT THERE
AT THE WAVES.
YOU JUST NEED
TO GET YOUR BALANCE...
GET YOUR BODY,
GET YOUR --
THE BALLS OF YOUR FEET,
YOUR TOES ARE DOING
EVERYTHING RIGHT NOW.
THE REST IS JUST YOU
LOOKING OUT THERE, OKAY?
AND THEN ONCE YOU GET ZEN
WITH THE WHOLE SITUATION,
YOU CAN JUST CLOSE YOUR EYES
AND BE COMPLETELY LEVEL.
GOT YOU.
Sten: HEY, DEEBO,
I WOULD START GETTING READY
FOR THAT FIRST POT!
DON'T HURRY IT,
YOU HAVE PLENTY OF TIME.
John: OKAY, DOOR, DOOR.
DOOR, DEEBO.
DOOR, DEEBO.
AND WATCH OUT FOR THAT EYE --
THAT THING RIGHT THERE.
YOU'VE GOT
TO PUSH THE POT DOWN.
OUT HERE, YOU JUST HAVE
TO GO THROUGH THE MOTIONS,
AND, YOU KNOW,
YOU CAN ONLY TELL DEEBO
SO MUCH.
YEAH, I'M A LITTLE CONCERNED
ABOUT MY SAFETY.
I MEAN, WHO WOULDN'T BE
OUT IN THIS [ BLEEP ], MAN?
IF YOU'RE NOT,
THEN YOU'RE STUPID.
[ LAUGHS ]
I THINK DEEBO THOUGHT THAT
TODAY WOULD BE A LOT EASIER.
OH, MAN DOWN!
MAN DOWN!
YOU OKAY?
Narrator: FOR DEEBO,
THE BRUISES OF HIS FIRST DAY
MAY BE A RUDE AWAKENING,
BUT FOR DECK BOSS, JOHN,
A WELCOME SIGHT.
John: DEEBO.
DEEBO WILL BE WEARING
THE HONORARY
GREENHORN HAT.
THIS IS PART
OF YOUR RAIN GEAR.
WOW.
WELCOME ABOARD
THE NORTH AMERICAN.
Narrator:
73 MILES DUE SOUTH,
CORNELIA MARIE CAPTAIN
PHIL HARRIS
SET ALL 180 OF HIS POTS
THROUGHOUT THE STORM.
ON DECK,
THE CREW PULLS
THE FIRST TEST POT
AFTER LETTING IT SOAK
FOR EIGHT HOURS.
[ Laughing ]
YEAH.
Phil:
ANOTHER FEW HOURS
AND THAT POT WILL BE
CHOCKABLOCK FULL.
YEAH, I --
WE'RE RIGHT WHERE
WE NEED TO BE WITH THE CRAB.
THERE'S 350, 400
IN THAT POT IN NINE HOURS.
THAT'S BIG FISHING.
COMING UP!
Phil:
THAT IS ONE FULL CRAB POT.
YEE-HA!
THERE'S CRAB IN THE AREA.
WE GO BACK AND HAUL IT
ON A 16-, 18-HOUR SOAK,
THERE WON'T BE DAYLIGHT
IN THAT POT.
Narrator:
BUT WITHOUT WARNING,
ONE OF PHIL'S ENGINES
BEGINS TO OVERHEAT.
[ WARNING TONE ]
I DON'T UNDERSTAND.
Narrator:
WITH THE ENGINE OVERHEATING,
PHIL SENDS MURRAY
TO INVESTIGATE.
WELL, MURRAY WILL
LOOK AT IT.
MURRAY CAN DAMN NEAR
FIX ANYTHING.
NOT TOO WORRIED
RIGHT NOW.
Gamrath: JUST PART
OF THE [ BLEEP ] ON A BOAT.
YEAH.
THE ONLY THING
THAT I'M SEEING RIGHT NOW
IS LACK OF WATER PRESSURE.
BUT YOU KNOW WHAT,
THE TEMPERATURES GO UP AND DOWN.
BUT THAT BOTHERS ME
A LITTLE BIT.
YEP.
I DON'T UNDERSTAND.
IT SHOULD BE BOILING OVER
RIGHT NOW.
Narrator: PHIL CALLS
HIS MECHANIC IN DUTCH HARBOR.
CHRIS, PHIL.
HEY --
WELL, NOT GOOD.
WE GOT A HEAD GASKET
OUT AGAIN, I GUESS.
I --
OKAY, BYE-BYE.
EVERYBODY'S SORRY,
EVERYBODY FEELS BAD,
BUT THAT DOESN'T DO ME
A [ BLEEP ] BIT OF GOOD.
ONE OF TWO THINGS --
I'VE GOT SOME KIND OF BLOCKAGE
GOING ON SOMEWHERE,
THERE'S STILL AIR
IN THE SYSTEM,
OR THE THERMOSTATS
AREN'T QUITE WORKING
THE WAY THEY'RE SUPPOSED TO,
I DON'T KNOW.
Narrator: FISHING
WITH AN OVERHEATING ENGINE
IS NEVER A GOOD OPTION,
ESPECIALLY WITH
THE SECOND STORM FRONT
COMING IN.
Phil: I DON'T KNOW
WHAT I'M GOING TO DO.
I REALLY DON'T.
THE SAD PART ABOUT
THE WHOLE THING
IS I SPENT $40,000, $50,000
SO THIS WOULDN'T HAPPEN.
[ WARNING TONE ]
Narrator: PHIL MIGHT AS WELL
HAVE FLUSHED THE CASH
DOWN THE TOILET.
THE SECOND ALARM
SIGNALS A COMPLETE
SYSTEM FAILURE.
[ WARNING TONE ]
JUST 48 HOURS
INTO THE OPILIO SEASON,
CAPTAIN PHIL MUST TURN BACK
TO DUTCH HARBOR.
THE CRAB COUNT.
Narrator: DAWN BREAKS
OVER THE BERING SEA.
AFTER SUFFERING
NEARLY 48 HOURS
OF BACK-TO-BACK
ARCTIC STORMS,
CAPTAINS BUCKLE DOWN
FOR A NEW WEATHER SYSTEM
TEARING THROUGH THE GROUNDS.
THE FORECAST CALLS
FOR 70-KNOT WINDS
AND 30-FOOT SEAS.
Man: ALL STATIONS,
THIS IS UNITED STATES
COAST GUARD SECTOR JUNEAU,
UNITED STATES COAST GUARD
SECTOR JUNEAU -- BERING SEA...
Narrator: JUST BEFORE
10:00 IN THE MORNING,
THE COAST GUARD
INTERCEPTS
THEIR FIRST DISTRESS CALL
OF THE SEASON.
WITHIN MINUTES,
THE RESCUE TEAM
PREPARES FOR FLIGHT.
Narrator: 42-YEAR-OLD CREWMAN
RAFAEL OROSCO
HAS SUFFERED A SERIES OF
LIFE-THREATENING SEIZURES.
AND WITH LIMITED MEDICAL
SUPPLIES ONBOARD THE PROCESSOR,
THE COAST GUARD IS
HIS ONLY CHANCE FOR SURVIVAL.
AS THE COAST GUARD CHOPPER
APPROACHES THE PROCESSOR...
THE CREWMAN PREPARES
TO DROP THE BASKET.
BUT WITH WEATHER
RAPIDLY DETERIORATING,
THE COAST GUARD
WILL HAVE LIMITED TIME
BEFORE IT BECOMES TOO DANGEROUS
FOR A BASKET RESCUE.
Narrator: WITH THE FISHERMAN
SAFELY ONBOARD,
SWIMMER LUKE CORDERON
QUICKLY CHECKS HIS VITAL SIGNS.
Narrator: THE PATIENT SUFFERS
FROM HIGH BLOOD SUGAR,
AND IS QUICKLY ADMINISTERED
INSULIN IN AN I.V.
TO TRY AND KEEP HIM STABLE.
THE CLOSEST HOSPITAL
IS MORE THAN 850 MILES AWAY.
RAFAEL'S CONDITIONS
COULD WORSEN,
SENDING HIM
INTO MORE SEIZURES.
PILOT TODD BLOCK
SETS A 235 MILE COURSE
TOWARDS COLD BAY, ALASKA,
WHERE A PLANE AWAITS
TO TRANSPORT THE PATIENT
TO A HOSPITAL
IN ANCHORAGE.
BUT STANDING
IN THE WAY OF COLD BAY
ARE HIGH WINDS,
FREEZING SPRAY,
AND A BUILDING 200-SQUARE-MILE
STORM FRONT.
Narrator: THE COAST GUARD
JAYHAWK RESCUE HELICOPTER
CAN WITHSTAND SOME OF THE MOST
BRUTAL WEATHER CONDITIONS
ON THE BERING SEA,
BUT IT'S COMPLETELY DEFENSELESS
AGAINST ICE.
Narrator: IF THE DE-ICING
APPARATUS FAILS,
ICE CLOGS THE JET AIR INTAKE,
THE ENGINE STALLS,
ROTORS SLOW,
AND THE HELICOPTER DROPS
LIKE A ROCK FROM THE SKY.
Narrator:
WITH SUCH RAPID ICING,
THE PILOTS CALL BACK TO BASE
FOR OTHER OPTIONS.
Narrator: BUT NO RESPONSE.
FIVE MEN,
RADIO SILENCE,
RAPID ICING.
WHAT STARTED
AS A ROUTINE RESCUE MISSION
HAS NOW BECOME
A RACE FOR SURVIVAL.
[ RADIO CHATTER ]
ON THE NEXT "DEADLIEST CATCH" --
THE COAST GUARD BATTLES ICE,
HIGH WINDS, AND LOW FUEL
IN A RACE TO GET THEIR PATIENT
TO MEDICAL ATTENTION.