Deadliest Catch (2005–…): Season 5, Episode 11 - Lockout - full transcript

Narrator: AFTER A GRUELING
30-DAY MARATHON OF PAIN...

RIGHT NOW WE'RE JUST GONNA
HAVE TO HAUL TILL WE FALL.

Narrator:
...THE MEN ARE BREAKING...

WHAT THE [BLEEP]

Narrator:
...MENTALLY...

Phil: THIS IS THE WORST
YOU'VE EVER SEEN ME.

Narrator:
...AND PHYSICALLY.

[BLEEP]

Narrator:
AND NOW THE ICE...

THAT IS NOT GOOD.

[BLEEP]



[ ALARM BLARING ]

[BLEEP] OIL'S POURING OUT
THE DIPSTICK.

Man: OUT OF THE BLOCK!

Narrator:
...AS THE HUNT CONTINUES
FOR THE DEADLIEST CATCH.

CAPTIONS PAID FOR BY
DISCOVERY COMMUNICATIONS

Narrator:
DRIFTING 389 MILES NORTHWEST
OF DUTCH HARBOR,

THE HAGGARD NORTHWESTERN CREW
HAS GRINDED THROUGH

THREE CONSECUTIVE
30-HOUR SHIFTS,

BUT THERE'S NO REST
FOR THE WICKED.

THEY STILL HAVE TO RESCUE
THEIR NORTHERN STRINGS

BEFORE THEY'RE GOBBLED UP
BY THE ICE PACK.

BUT...THERE'S A GOAL.

I WASN'T TIRED
UNTIL HE JUST TOLD ME

I'VE WORKED 55 HOURS
OUT OF THE LAST 60.



AH [BLEEP]

[ LAUGHS ]

OH, I WAS READY YESTERDAY
TO GET OUT OF HERE.

VITAMIN "C" -- COFFEE.

THIS IS MY ORANGE JUICE.

LET'S GO, MAVAR.

LET'S DO THIS [BLEEP]

LET'S DO IT.

HE'S GETTING GOOFY.
HAPPENS EVERY TIME.

THIS IS THE FARTHEST NORTH
STRING WE HAVE.

WE'VE GOT 25 POTS.

THAT GOES FOR 4 MILES THERE,
SO WE'LL SEE HOW IT DOES.

Narrator:
AFTER NEARLY A MONTH AT SEA,

4 MILES
AND A COUPLE OF DOZEN POTS

ARE ALL THAT STAND
BETWEEN THE BONE-WEARY CREW

AND THEIR BUNKS.

[ WHISTLING ]

OH, YEAH.
THANK GOD.

Sig: WOW!

WHERE'S THE TABLE AT?

THAT'S WHAT
WE WERE LOOKING FOR.

HOLY CRABS --
ANOTHER FULL POT.

THIS THING'S CONSISTENT.

Narrator:
CAPTAIN SIG HAS DIALED IN

ON A MASSIVE VEIN
OF GOOD, CLEAN CRAB.

THE CELEBRATION IS SHORT-LIVED.

Sig:
WHAT THE [BLEEP] IS THAT?

[BLEEP] DAMN.

Narrator: SIG'S WORST NIGHTMARE
HAS COME TRUE.

THE LEAD EDGE

OF THE 250,000-SQUARE-MILE
ARCTIC ICE PACK

IS SLOWLY SWALLOWING
HIS GEAR.

Sig: IT'S THE FIRST SIGN
THAT WE'VE SEEN.

SO THERE WAS AN ICE FLOE
COMING DOWN.

THIS IS A REAL THIN LAYER,
IT LOOKS LIKE,

BUT THAT'S USUALLY
THE BEGINNING.

Edgar:
[ Groaning ] OHH!

OH [BLEEP]

THAT'S NOT NICE.

OH [BLEEP]

BLOCKED OUT OF IT.

Narrator: NOW SIG'S MISSION --
SALVAGE $25,000 WORTH OF GEAR.

YOU HAVE TO FORCE YOUR WAY UP,

AND THEN YOU GOT TO HOLD
YOUR POSITION,

THEN YOU WAIT
FOR THE DAMN THING TO POP UP.

THEN YOU GOT TO GO IN
AND GET IT,

IF YOU CAN GET IT.

IT IS A CRAB FISHERMAN'S
NIGHTMARE.

THERE'S NOT ONE DAMN THING
THAT'S GOOD ABOUT SEEING THAT.

ALL IT DOES IS KILL YOUR POTS,
MAKES IT COLDER.

THIS IS A LITTLE BIT OF STUFF.

IT JUST MEANS THAT THE BIG STUFF
ISN'T TOO FAR BEHIND IT.

Narrator:
SIG'S GPS PLOTTER INDICATES

THE POT SHOULD BE DIRECTLY OFF
TO HIS STARBOARD...

...BUT THERE'S NOT A BUOY
IN SIGHT.

[BLEEP]

SIG FINALLY SPOTS THE BUOYS,
TUCKED AWAY IN THE ICE,

3 MILES
FROM THEIR ORIGINAL POSITION.

Edgar: ALL RIGHT, JUNIOR,
YOUR FIRST ICE POT.

YEAH.

YEAH, CAUSE
THAT'S EXCITING HERE.

Narrator:
NOW JAKE MUST THREAD THE NEEDLE

TO AVOID HOOKING THE ICE
WITH HIS TOSS.

WE'RE GONNA POP
HIS ICE CHERRY.

WHOO-HOO!

NICE SHOOTING, MacGYVER.

THE ABOMINABLE
GREENHORN.

THAT'S IT.
[BLEEP] AIN'T COMING OUT.

[ LAUGHS ]

PULL LIKE A BULL.

I HATE THIS [BLEEP]

CAN'T STAND THE ICE.

[ THUD ]

WHOA!

GEEZ!

WHOO-HOO!

YEAH, BOY.

MAKES EVERYTHING A [BLEEP]

[ BEEPS ]

ANOTHER ONE IN THE ICE HERE.

PULL, PULL, PULL, PULL!

Narrator: MATT'S SECOND TOSS
NOT ONLY SNAGS THE BUOY,

BUT IT ALSO CATCHES A PIECE
OF ICE THE SIZE OF A SMALL CAR.

THATABOY!

ALTHOUGH SIG'S ON HUGE NUMBERS,

HE'S NOT ABOUT TO COMPROMISE
HIS GEAR TO THE ICE.

HE MAKES PLANS TO MOVE SOUTH,
OUT OF HARM'S WAY.

Sig:
WE'RE GONNA STACK IT.

WE DON'T WANT TO TAKE A CHANCE
ON SETTING BACK.

EVEN ON THESE NUMBERS,
I DON'T WANT TO DO IT.

Narrator: 272 MILES TO
THE NORTHWEST OF DUTCH HARBOR

IS THE 128-FOOT CORNELIA MARIE.

I'M [BLEEP]

Narrator: ALTHOUGH
THE CORNELIA MARIE'S TANKS

ARE STUFFED WITH 312,000 POUNDS
OF OPILIO CRAB,

2 MILES OF HARD-PACKED ICE

STANDS BETWEEN CAPTAIN PHIL
AND ST. PAUL HARBOR.

ST. PAUL HARBOR MASTER,
CORNELIA MARIE.

YEAH.

YEAH, IT'S THICK.
WE'RE JUST GETTING INTO IT NOW.

WE'RE GONNA TRY TO GO
INTO THE HARBOR RIGHT NOW.

OTHERWISE, WE'RE GONNA BE
DRIFTING AROUND OUT HERE

FOR ANOTHER DAY.

WE'RE GONNA GET STUCK
WITH THIS CRAB,

NOT BE ABLE TO GET IT OFF,
AND THEN WHAT DO I DO?

Narrator:
OVER $750,000 WORTH OF CRAB

HAVE BEEN SITTING IN THE TANKS
FOR 11 DAYS.

NOW WITH THE CRAB PUSHING
THE LIMIT

OF HOW LONG THEY CAN SURVIVE

AND NO SIGNS
OF THE ICE PACK MELTING,

CAPTAIN PHIL ENGAGES HIS
TWIN 1,800-HORSEPOWER ENGINES

AND BEGINS BREAKING THROUGH
THE ICE --

NEARLY 4 FEET THICK.

ALTHOUGH THE 199-TON VESSEL
IS BARELY MAKING A KNOT,

PHIL'S TWIN ENGINES ARE RIDING
DANGEROUSLY IN THE RED.

WOW.

I'VE GOT 1,800 HORSEPOWER,
AND I'M AT 1,200 RIGHT NOW.

Narrator:
BUT THE SKIPPER HAS COMMITTED,

WILLING TO RISK HIS ENGINES
TO SAVE HIS CATCH.

YOU CAN WALK
AS FAST AS WE'RE GOING.

THIS IS DANGEROUS.

Narrator: AS THE CORNELIA MARIE
INCHES CLOSER,

THE ICE IS GETTING THICKER.

PHIL LEANS ON THE THROTTLE,

PUSHING HIS ENGINES
TO THE LIMIT.

Phil: THIS IS JUST LIKE BEING
IN THICK CONCRETE, MAN.

I MEAN, I'M RUNNING LITERALLY
NOW AT 1,350.

Narrator: THE SLOW PUSH
THROUGH TONS OF ICE

ISN'T GOOD FOR THE BOAT
OR CAPTAIN PHIL'S HEART.

NO, IT'S NOT.

I'M REALLY KIND OF GETTING
CONCERNED IN THE HARBOR HERE

IF WE'RE GONNA GET TO THE DOCK.

Narrator:
PHIL IS STILL OVER A QUARTER
OF A MILE FROM THE DOCK.

THE ICE IS SEVERAL FEET THICK,

FORCING HIM TO PUSH
THE ENGINES EVEN HARDER.

[ ALARM BLARING ]

GOD. HERE WE GO AGAIN.

SOMEBODY GO GET IT.
WE JUST BLEW A MAIN.

[ ALARM CONTINUES ]

[BLEEP]

OH, MY GOD.

Narrator: AS ENGINEER STEVE WARD
INVESTIGATES,

OIL STARTS SPEWING
FROM ONE OF THE ENGINES.

SOMETHING LET GO.

THE [BLEEP] OIL'S
POURING OUT THE DIPSTICK.

I DON'T KNOW WHAT HAPPENED.

WE NEED OIL OR SOMETHING.

WE NEED OIL.
WE GOT WATER IN THE OIL.

WELL, IT DOESN'T
LOOK LIKE IT.

OIL'S JUST PUMPING OUT
THE DIPSTICK.

I HAD TO SHOVE IT BACK IN THERE
AND HOLD IT IN.

WELL, HOLD IT IN.

LET ME SEE
IF I CAN GET TO THE DOCK.

Narrator: ONE OF PHIL'S
TWO MAIN ENGINES HAS BLOWN UP.

NOT WANTING TO RISK MORE DAMAGE,
PHIL DISENGAGES HIS PORT ENGINE,

RELYING SOLELY ON WHAT'S LEFT
OF HIS STARBOARD.

WITH ONLY ONE ENGINE,

CAPTAIN PHIL SLOWLY
MUSCLES HIS WAY INTO THE DOCK.

TIGHTEN IT, JAKE.
TIGHT, TIGHT, TIGHT, TIGHT!

Narrator: AFTER TWO HOURS OF
FIGHTING THROUGH A MILE OF ICE,

PHIL FINALLY TIES UP
AT THE DOCK.

BUT HE STILL HAS
HIS GEAR SOAKING

DANGEROUSLY CLOSE
TO THE MAIN ICE PACK

AND NOW NO WAY
TO GET BACK TO IT.

MY GEAR IS OUT
WHERE THE ICE IS GONNA TAKE IT

IF I DON'T GET THIS BOAT GOING.

I'M AT THE PRIBILOF ISLANDS.

I'M SCREWED.

I'M IN DEEP TROUBLE HERE.

Narrator:
HOPES OF FIXING THE CRIPPLED
BOAT AND SALVAGING THE SEASON

HINGES ON
PHIL CONVINCING A MECHANIC

TO FLY IN FROM DUTCH HARBOR --
270 MILES AWAY.

I GOT $100,000 WORTH
OF CRAB POTS

THAT ARE GONNA GET ATE
IF WE DON'T DO SOMETHING HERE.

I'M JUST [BLEEP] RAZOR BLADES
RIGHT NOW.

I'M CRITICAL THIS TIME.

THIS IS THE WORST
YOU'VE EVER SEEN ME.

I'VE GOT TO GET
THIS THING GOING.

NOW I GOT TWO CIGARETTES
GOING AT ONCE.

WHAT A MESS.
WE GOT A [BLEEP] MESS.

Narrator: 227 MILES NORTHWEST
OF DUTCH HARBOR,

WELL SOUTH
OF THE REST OF THE FLEET,

IS THE 155-FOOT WIZARD.

GIVE ME A SECOND HERE, GUYS.

I'M JUST TRYING
TO FORMULATE A PLAN.

Narrator:
21 DAYS INTO THE SEASON,

CAPTAIN KEITH
HAS ZERO CRAB DELIVERED.

NOW WITH HIS SECOND STRING
WORKING ON DECK,

THE WIZARD APPROACHES
THEIR FIRST PROSPECT POTS.

Keith:
ALL RIGHT, GUYS, THIS IS IT --

FIRST POT OF THE YEAR.

KNOCK ON WOOD.
LET'S GET GOING.

IT'S KIND OF CREEPY
HAULING THIS FIRST POT

WITHOUT MONTE OR SOPER
DOWN ON THAT DECK.

CATCH SOME CRAB, BABY!

AH, YOU DON'T REALLY WANT
TO START LIKE THAT,

BUT YOU KNOW WHAT?

QUITE FRANKLY,
I'M JUST GLAD WE'RE STARTING.

A WEEK AGO, I DIDN'T KNOW
WHEN WE'D FISH AGAIN.

HELL, A WEEK AGO,

I DIDN'T EVEN KNOW
IF I HAD A CREW LEFT.

Narrator: THE MEN OF THE WIZARD
ARE A DIFFERENT CREW

THAN SET SAIL SEVERAL WEEKS AGO.

THE GIANT WAVE
THAT BATTERED THE WIZARD...

Keith: WATCH OUT!
HANG ON! HANG ON!

Narrator:
...IS STILL FRESH IN THE MINDS

OF THE CAPTAIN AND HIS CREW.

THREE MEMBERS OF KEITH'S CREW
WERE BADLY INJURED,

INCLUDING HIS BROTHER MONTE.

Keith:
RIGHT NOW GARY'S DOWN.

WE'RE ALREADY ROTATING,
SO HE'S IN THE RACK,

AND, UH...

WELL, MONTE'S KIND OF ROTATING
RIGHT NOW, TOO.

I'M GUESSING
HE'S PROBABLY IN THE RACK, TOO.

HE'S JUST 3,000 MILES FROM HERE.

COME ON.
GIVE ME SOMETHING TO GO ON HERE.

JUST GIVE ME SOMETHING
TO GET STARTED WITH.

FIRST POT, LENNY!

WHOA!

YEAH!

YES!

ALL RIGHT!

NOW WE'RE TALKING.

SWEET!
THAT'S
MORE LIKE IT!

JUST USE YOUR WEIGHT, OKAY,
AND IT'LL COME RIGHT AROUND.

RETRACTING!

2-8-0.

I'M NOT GONNA BE PICKY.

A 280 COUNT FOR A FIRST POT
IS NOT BAD.

Narrator: THE WIZARD
IS BACK IN BUSINESS --

NOTHING SPECTACULAR,
BUT THEY'RE FISHING AGAIN.

IS THAT A FRESH ONE?

4-2-5.

ALL RIGHT!
THAT'LL WORK!

IT'S NOT BAD,
BUT WE'RE LOOKING FOR MORE.

BOTTOM LINE IS
THEY'RE GOING IN THE HOLE.

BOTTOM LINE IS
WE'RE FRIGGIN' FISHING NOW.

YEAH.

Narrator:
NINE POTS INTO THE STRING...

[ TELEPHONE RINGS ]

...A CALL COMES IN
TO THE WHEELHOUSE.

HELLO?

WHOA!
THAT WAS A "CRAB-ALANCHE."

WE'RE JUST GETTING STARTED.

CAME OVER
TO WHERE WE FISHED LAST YEAR,

SLAMMED THEM OUT.

I'M JUST GETTING STARTED,

SO, I MEAN, I STILL HAVE
A LOT OF GEAR TO LOOK AT.

5-0-0.

MOUSE, I'VE HAULED 10 POTS.

[ LAUGHTER ]

GIVE ME A BREAK, MAN!

[ Laughing ]
WHEN AM I GONNA BE IN?

HOW ARE THE RIBS RIGHT NOW?

You know, I'm still having
a real hard time.

NO, I'LL BET.

HEY, JUST STAY
AS DOCILE AS POSSIBLE

SO YOU CAN GET THOSE RIBS
STARTING TO HEAL UP,

OKAY, MONTE?

TALK TO YOU LATER, MOUSE.
BYE.

AS MUCH I BITCH, COMPLAIN,
AND SCREAM AT THAT GUY,

I SURE DO MISS HIM.

Narrator:
ST. PAUL, ALASKA --

THE ENTIRE HARBOR
IS CHOKED WITH ICE.

TRAPPED AT THE DOCK
WITH A BROKEN ENGINE

IS THE CORNELIA MARIE
AND CAPTAIN PHIL HARRIS.

THIS ISN'T FAIR.

I MEAN, LOOK AROUND.

THE REALITY OF IT IS,

I'M IN THE MIDDLE
OF A GREAT BIG ICEBERG.

AND I'M STUCK.

I CAN'T MOVE.
I HAVE A BROKEN BOAT.

I MEAN, WE COULD BE HERE
FOR A MONTH.

Narrator: AFTER MAKING THE LAST
FLIGHT IN FROM DUTCH HARBOR,

PHIL'S BOAT MECHANIC

HAS SPENT THE MORNING
TEARING APART THE ENGINE...

I'M [BLEEP]

Narrator: ...BUT HE'S FAR
FROM A DIAGNOSIS.

371 MILES TO THE NORTHWEST
OF DUTCH HARBOR

IS THE 100-FOOT INCENTIVE.

I JUST CALLED THE WEATHER
SERVICE THERE IN KODIAK THERE.

IT'S GONNA START PICKING UP
BIG-TIME.

WE'RE GONNA GET
UP TO ABOUT 50-KNOT WINDS

AND 20-FOOT SEAS HERE.

Narrator: THE INCENTIVE GOT OFF
TO A SLOW START.

NOW CAPTAIN HARRY NEEDS TO PACK

10,000 POUNDS OF CRAB
ON BOARD...

RIGHT NOW WE'RE JUST GONNA HAVE
TO HAUL TILL WE FALL.

Narrator:
...BAD WEATHER OR NOT.

Man: FIRST STRING.

THIS BETTER BE
A GOOD DAY FOR US.

WE NEED THIS DAY.

Lewis: IT'S SHOWTIME.

[ HARMONICA PLAYS SEA SHANTY ]

[BLEEP]

OH, YEAH, GET THEM GOING --
HOT AND HEAVY.

THAT IS NOT GOOD.

IT'S A BUFFET FOR A [BLEEP]
PARTY OF SIX, YOU KNOW?

OH, THIS IS PATHETIC.

Narrator:
CAPTAIN HARRY'S NUMBERS
AREN'T PICKING UP...

...BUT THE WEATHER IS.

[ MAN LAUGHS ]

FISHING SUCKS.
WEATHER SUCKS.

Lewis: ONE THING
I GOT TO GUARANTEE IS

THAT I DON'T
TAKE EVERYBODY OUT ON DECK,

GET EVERYBODY HURT.

I GOT TO BE CAREFUL HERE.

IF WE DON'T GET
OUR ACTS TOGETHER HERE

IN THE NEXT TIME
THROUGH THE GEAR,

THEN WE'LL PROBABLY
HAVE TO DO SOMETHING

ABOUT THAT DELIVERY DATE.

Narrator: AS NIGHT FALLS,

70-KNOT WINDS AND 40-FOOT SEAS
THROTTLE THE FISHING GROUNDS.

Man:
WHAT A BEAUTIFUL EVENING.

Narrator: THE NUMBERS
ARE IMPROVING SLIGHTLY,

BUT IT'S A FIGHT FOR EVERY CRAB.

WE NEED TO GET
SOME [BLEEP] GOING HERE.

WE GOT A LOT OF CRAB TO CATCH,
AND THIS JUST AIN'T CUTTING IT.

WE ARE DEFINITELY
BUCKING INTO IT.

Man: OUT OF THE BLOCK!
OUT OF THE BLOCK.

Narrator: WHILE HAULING THE POT,
THE LINE POPS OUT OF THE BLOCK

AND SNAPS DOUG'S HAND
WITH THE FORCE OF A BULLWHIP.

[ GROANING ]

THAT'S GONNA LEAVE A MARK.

IF YOU'RE IN THE WRONG SPOT,

IT CAN SNAP YOU
AND BREAK YOUR ARM.

IT COULD...

THAT ONE HURT...

REAL BAD.

Lewis: ALL THAT WEIGHT ON THAT
LINE SNAPS LIKE A GUITAR STRING.

IT PROBABLY WOULD'VE KILLED
A NORMAL GUY,

BUT DOUG, HE'S LIKE
AN OLD JUNKYARD DOG.

IT DON'T FAZE HIM.

Narrator:
150 MILES TO THE NORTHEAST,

FROZEN AT THE DOCKS
IN ST. PAUL HARBOR

IS THE CORNELIA MARIE.

AFTER CRANKING
ON PHIL'S ENGINE FOR 11 HOURS,

THE MECHANIC
HAS FINALLY FOUND THE PROBLEM.

Man: NUMBER SIX CYLINDER
IS SCORED SEVERELY.

SOMETHING ELSE IS GONNA BLOW UP
ALONG THE LINE.

ARE YOU SERIOUS?

IF WE CAN MANAGE TO GET THE
PISTONS OUT OF THESE AND ON --

I KNOW, BUT THE THING
I'M GETTING AT IS,

I KEEP DOING WORK AND
HAVING YOU TEAR INTO THE MOTOR,

AND THEN TWO MONTHS LATER,

YOU'RE DOING
THE SAME [BLEEP] THING.

I UNDERSTAND, PHIL.

...AND HAVING YOU GUYS
COME BACK,

YOU KNOW, TWO MONTHS LATER
AND SAY,

"AW [BLEEP]
WE SHOULD'VE DONE THIS."

WHY THE [BLEEP] DIDN'T YOU
TELL ME THAT IN THE FIRST PLACE?

AND I DON'T LIKE
GOING THROUGH THESE MAYDAYS.

IT'S BAD ON MY HEART.

YESTERDAY, I THOUGHT I WAS GONNA
HAVE A [BLEEP] HEART ATTACK.

I DON'T LIKE TO GET
INTO THAT [BLEEP] NO MORE.

MY TRACK RECORD
AIN'T THE GREATEST

IN THE HEALTH DEPARTMENT.

WHATEVER YOU WANT.

Narrator: AND WITH THAT...

PHIL'S OUT OF POCKET
AN ADDITIONAL $67,000.

Narrator:
327 MILES TO THE NORTHWEST
IS THE 155-FOOT WIZARD.

THAT'S ABOUT THE SAFEST SPOT
IN THE BERING SEA

DOWN HERE TO FISH.

YOU KNOW, THIS IS A SPOT
WHERE THE ICE DOES NOT COME.

THIS IS ONLY 12 HOURS FROM TOWN.

IF THERE'S HOT FISHING HERE,
I CAN PROBABLY STUFF THIS BOAT

AND BE BACK IN TOWN
IN FIVE DAYS.

THAT IS A FULL POT
OF CRAB!

WHOO!

HEY, WHATEVER YOU GOT TO DO
TO GET THROUGH THE SEASON.

WE GOT A LOT OF THESE
TO GO THROUGH.

THAT'S A REALLY GOOD THING.

HA HA!

WHOO!

Narrator: THE VETERANS
ARE BACK IN THE SADDLE...

TEA TIME.

Narrator: ...BUT THE GREENHORNS
ARE STRUGGLING TO KEEP PACE.

WHERE ARE
THE [BLEEP] AT?

I DON'T KNOW.

FOR THE MOST, THEY KNOW
WHERE WE'RE AT EVERY SECOND.

AND IF THEY DON'T,
THEN THEY'RE YELLING,

"WHERE THE [BLEEP] ARE
THE KIDS AT?"

WHERE YOU AT?

HEY!

FASTER!

Warner: I DIDN'T THINK
I WAS GONNA BE A MAID

AND THEN
HAVE TO EAT [BLEEP] TOO.

JOSH JUST GETS BUTT HURT
EASILY.

NOW, DO YOU KNOW
THE WHOLE SAYING,

"IT'S THAT TIME
OF THE MONTH"?

IT'S KIND OF LIKE THAT TIME
OF THE DAY WITH JOSH.

I'M [BLEEP] TAKING A BREATHER.
THAT'S WHAT I'M [BLEEP] DOING.

Man: JOSH!

HEY, JOSH.

WHAT THE [BLEEP]
WAS THAT?

[ LAUGHS ]

WHAT THE [BLEEP]

JOSH CAME IN FOR A BIG SHOVE
AND WENT LIKE THAT [LAUGHS]

AND DIDN'T ACTUALLY
PUSH ANYTHING.

Narrator:
JOSH WALKS OFF THE DECK,

LEAVING HIS CREWMATES
ONE MAN SHORT

FOR THE SECOND TIME.

THE REST OF THE CREW
CONTINUES CATCHING CRAB...

...WHILE JOSH CATCHES A CATNAP.

YEAH.

THERE ARE TWO CARDINAL SINS
ABOARD A CRAB BOAT.

ONE IS WALKING OFF THE DECK.

THE OTHER IS WALKING INTO
THE WHEELHOUSE WITH A GRIPE.

I JUST WANT TO GIVE YOU
THE HEADS UP

THAT I'M THINKING THAT
THIS IS GONNA BE MY ONLY TRIP.

THE LAST GREENHORN
TO STEP UP ON CAPTAIN KEITH

IS NOT FISHING CRAB ANYMORE.

MOI, I'LL TELL YOU WHAT
RIGHT NOW --

GET OUT
OF MY [BLEEP] WHEELHOUSE NOW!

IS THERE A REASON?

I GET HUMILIATED,
EVEN THOUGH IT MIGHT BE

IN, LIKE, A LITTLE BIT OF
A JOKING MANNER OR WHATEVER,

LIKE, BEING CALLED
A LITTLE GIRL.

WHAT YOU NEED
TO UNDERSTAND --

I'LL BE HONEST, SO FAR
YOU'VE BEEN GIVEN A FREE PASS.

THE GUYS HAVEN'T
GOT DOWN ON YOU.

AND TRUST ME --
THAT'S NOT A GOOD ENOUGH EXCUSE.

IF YOU DO THIS,

YOU'RE GONNA BE WALKING AWAY
FROM A LOT OF MONEY.

WE HAD A PRETTY TRAUMATIC EVENT
ON THIS BOAT

WHEN WE TOOK THAT WAVE.

IS THAT PART OF YOUR DECISION,
AS WELL?

MY RESPONSIBILITY IS TO MAKE
SURE I KEEP YOU GUYS SAFE.

AND THERE'S A HUGE MEASURE
OF TRUST

WHEN YOU WALK OUT ON THAT DECK
WITH A GUY UP HERE.

GIVE YOURSELF A DAY OR TWO.

YOU'VE GOT POTENTIAL.
LET'S NOT SQUANDER IT, OKAY?

YEAH.

ALL RIGHT?

Keith: I DON'T KNOW.

I HATE TO SEE THE KID LEAVE,

BUT THE FIRST YEAR'S
ALWAYS THE HARDEST.

THIS IS NOT FOR EVERYBODY.

Narrator:
61 MILES TO THE SOUTHEAST
IS THE 125-FOOT NORTHWESTERN.

Sig: THIS MORNING,
I DON'T FEEL SO GOOD.

I DON'T KNOW WHY.

TIRED.

Narrator:
FOR CAPTAIN SIG AND CREW,

IT'S BEEN A BRUTAL
79-HOUR FISHING SHIFT.

[ SIGHS ]

AFTER RESCUING ALL OF HIS POTS
FROM THE ICE...

IT IS A CRAB FISHERMAN'S
NIGHTMARE.

Narrator:
...SIG MOVES SOUTH

AND SETS HIS GEAR
ON NEW, UNTESTED GROUNDS.

WE WORKED A LITTLE LATER
LAST NIGHT TO GET THE GEAR.

NOW IT'S TIME TO SEE

IF THERE'S SOMETHING
THAT'S STILL AROUND.

Narrator: NOW CAPTAIN SIG HAULS
ON A 30-HOUR SOAK.

Edgar: YEAH!

WHOO-HOO!

Man: OH, YEAH!

Man #2: YEAH!

OH, YEAH.
THESE LOOK GOOD.

WHOO-HOO!

HOLY MOTHER!
YEAH!

YEAH!

[ LAUGHS ]

Narrator: ON DECK,
THE NUMBERS ARE GOOD...

...BUT IN THE WHEELHOUSE,
THE SKIPPER IS IN TROUBLE.

[BLEEP]

IT'S, LIKE, SUPER TIGHT.

[BLEEP]

WHOO-HOO!

[ EXHALES DEEPLY ]

THAT WAS [BLEEP] WEIRD, DUDE.

I COULDN'T SWALLOW.

[ WHEEZES ]

[BLEEP]

[ COUGHS ]

Edgar: YEAH!

Narrator: MINUTES PASS...

[ LAUGHTER ]

...BUT SIG REFUSES
TO ALERT HIS CREW.

[ EXHALES DEEPLY ]

[BLEEP] ME.

I DON'T KNOW WHAT THE [BLEEP]
THAT WAS, MAN.

IT WAS, LIKE, A REALLY ACUTE,
SHARP PAIN

RIGHT THROUGH MY RIBS,
ALL THE WAY ON EACH SIDE.

AT FIRST I THOUGHT IT WAS
A HEART ATTACK OR SOMETHING.

I MEAN,
IT WAS JUST REALLY PAINFUL.

IT HAD TO BE SOME KIND OF
A CRAMP OR SOMETHING.

BUT IF IT WAS A CRAMP,
WHY WOULD IT SPREAD SO EVENLY,

LIKE, YOU KNOW, STRAIGHT DOWN

AND THEN STRAIGHT ACROSS
THE WHOLE WAY?

OH, ANYWAY...

I DON'T KNOW WHAT THE DEAL IS.

I DON'T KNOW.

I CAN'T WORRY ABOUT IT.

[ COUGHS ]

STOP CRYING ABOUT IT.

Narrator: CAPTAIN KEITH
IS TRYING TO CATCH UP

TO THE REST OF THE FLEET.

Narrator:
THIS IS FROZEN ST. PAUL HARBOR.

AND THIS IS THE CORNELIA MARIE.

CRIPPLED WITH A BROKEN ENGINE,

SHE'S BEEN TRAPPED HERE
IN THIS FROZEN PRISON

FOR FIVE DAYS.

Phil:
WE'VE BEEN HERE WAY TOO LONG.

IT'S TIME TO GO.

[ ENGINE SPUTTERING ]

[ ENGINE TURNS OVER ]

Narrator: FINALLY,
WITH THE CYLINDERS FIXED,

THE MECHANIC BREATHES LIFE
INTO PHIL'S ENGINE.

WITH THE WEATHER WINDOW OPENING,
IT'S NOW OR NEVER.

Jake: HEY, APPRECIATE IT,
BUDDY.

Narrator: PHIL NEEDS TO RETRIEVE
$100,000 WORTH OF HIS GEAR

BEFORE THE MAIN ICE PACK
SWALLOWS IT WHOLE.

RIGHT NOW I'M JUST FOCUSED ON
GETTING THE BOAT OUT OF HERE.

Narrator:
BUT TO DO THAT,

HE'LL HAVE TO RISK
A MULTIMILLION-DOLLAR BOAT

AND THE LIVES OF HIS CREW

JUST TO GET OUT OF ST. PAUL.

IT'S GONNA BE ABOUT TWO MINUTES,
THEN WE'RE GONNA LEAVE.

COME UP IN THE WHEELHOUSE.
I'LL TELL YOU.

HERE'S THE DEAL --

I'M GONNA TRY
TO SPRING OUT OF HERE.

USE THE FORWARD CLEAT

SO THAT MY BOW DOESN'T GET
INTO THE ROCKS UP THERE.

RIGHT.

MY GEAR IS OUT
WHERE THE ICE IS GONNA TAKE IT

IF I DON'T GET
THIS BOAT GOING...

...SO WE'RE GONNA GO AHEAD
AND GIVE IT A SHOT.

IF I CAN GET US AROUND
FAR ENOUGH TO BACK OUT OF HERE,

THAT'S GREAT.

IT IS BLOWING LIKE A [BLEEP]
OUT HERE.

Narrator:
PHIL WASTES NO TIME TESTING
HIS NEWLY REBUILT ENGINE.

THE ICE IS NEARLY A FOOT THICKER
THAN IT WAS

WHEN HE BLEW THE MAIN
JUST FIVE DAYS AGO.

AH, IT FEELS GOOD
TO HEAR THE ENGINES PURRING.

Ward:
IT'S BLOWING OUT, MAN.

Phil: WELL, I'M GONNA BE PUSHING
AGAINST ALL THIS ICE

AND ALL THIS WIND.

I WOULD BE CONCERNED

JUST WITH THE WIND,
LET ALONE THE ICE.

Jake: UH-OH.

JACOB,
GET SOME BAGS IN THERE.

YEAH. HEY!

BAGS, JAKE, BAGS!

WOW, WE'RE DOING
A LOT OF RATTLING.

IF I CAN JUST GET
THE STERN AROUND.

KIND OF NERVE-RACKING.

[ CREAKING ]

OH [BLEEP]

THAT HAD TO BE
A CHUNK OF [BLEEP] ICE.

THAT'S NOT GOOD.

YOU KNOW,
WE'RE HITTING CHUNKS OF ICE

THAT COULD POTENTIALLY PUNCH
A HOLE IN OUR BOAT AND SINK US.

I'M SURE THE OLD MAN'S
FREAKING OUT RIGHT NOW.

Phil: I CERTAINLY DON'T LIKE
DOING THIS.

Narrator:
TO BREAK AWAY,

ONCE AGAIN, THE SKIPPER PUSHES
HIS TWIN 900-HORSEPOWER ENGINES

TOWARD THE RED.

BUT I'M ALMOST TURNED AROUND.

I THINK
I CAN GET ALL THE WAY AROUND.

[ ENGINE WHIRS ]

WE'RE AWAY FROM THE DOCK
AND TURNED AROUND NOW.

THAT'S A GOOD THING.

YES.

WE'RE OUT OF HERE.

[ LAUGHS ]

WE OFFICIALLY MADE IT OUT
OF THE ICE IN ST. PAUL HARBOR.

WE'RE OUT IN OPEN WATER,
THANK GOODNESS.

IT JUST FEELS GOOD
TO BE OUT OF THE ICE.

Narrator:
NOW, FREE FROM THE ICE,

PHIL SETS A COURSE
TO HIS NORTHERN STRINGS.

WE'RE ABOUT 90 MILES
FROM OUR CRAB POTS.

AS LONG AS I HAVE SOMETHING
TO PICK UP,

BUT IF I LOSE
THEM POTS UP THERE,

WE'RE JUST SCREWED.

Narrator: THE CORNELIA MARIE
CHARGES FULL STEAM AHEAD

ON A RESCUE MISSION

TO SALVAGE $100,000 WORTH
OF GEAR FROM THE ICE.

ON THE NEXT "DEADLIEST CATCH"...

Man: HA HA! YEAH!
HA HA HA!

Narrator: THE OPILIO SEASON
HAS REACHED THE HALFWAY MARK.

WE ARE KICKING ASS!

Narrator:
THE FLEET IS LOCKED IN BATTLE
WITH AN ANGRY BERING SEA...

Sig: IF IT'S NOT THE ICE,
IT'S THE WEATHER.

IT'S A SLAP IN THE FACE
OR A KICK IN THE BUTT.

Narrator:
...AS THE HUNT CONTINUES
FOR THE DEADLIEST CATCH.

NO GUTS, NO GLORY, BROTHER!