Deadliest Catch (2005–…): Season 5, Episode 2 - Red Skies in the Morning - full transcript

Keith:
I GOT A BAD FEELING --

THAT OLD ADAGE --
"RED SKY IN THE MORNING."

Narrator: IT'S WEEK TWO
OF THE KING-CRAB SEASON.

A TYPHOON ON A COLLISION COURSE
WITH TWO ARCTIC STORMS...

Man: WHOA!

[ INDISTINCT SHOUTING ]

...BARRELS TOWARD THE FLEET.

SHE'S DEFINITELY KICKED UP
ONE MORE NOTCH.

WE GOT A FIGHT ON OUR HANDS!

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Narrator: 175 MILES NORTHEAST
OF DUTCH HARBOR,

AS THE WIZARD DRIFTS
IN FIVE-FOOT SEAS,

THE CREW RACES
TO PLUCK CAPTAIN KEITH

FROM THE ICY WATERS.

RIGHT HERE. ROLL.

[BLEEP] HE'S BLEEDING.

[ SPEAKS INDISTINCTLY ]

Narrator:
ONE HOUR EARLIER,

CAPTAIN KEITH DOVE
INTO THE FREEZING WATER

TO REPAIR HIS HULL.

WHEN THE BOAT HEAVED TO PORT,

THE 499-TON WIZARD CRASHED DOWN
ON THE SKIPPER'S SKULL.

Man:
KEITH, YOU OKAY?

I JUST NEED TO GET OUT
OF THE WATER.



Lofland:
GET HIM OUT.

TAKE YOUR FINS OFF.

[ INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER ]

[BLEEP] NAILED YOURSELF.

ALL RIGHT, KEEP HIM DOWN.

HEY, WHY DON'T YOU
JUST KEEP SEATED FOR A SECOND?

SIT DOWN
FOR A LITTLE BIT.

NO NEED TO GO ANYWHERE.
IT'S A LITTLE BLOODY.

LOOKS LIKE YOU GOT
A HELL OF AN EGG THOUGH.

[ EXHALES HEAVILY ]

I'M GONNA GET YOUR HOOD
OFF, OKAY?

YEAH.
THAT WOULD BE REALLY COOL.

[ INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER ]

AND I THINK
I SLAMMED MY ARM.

OKAY.

GET THESE OFF YOUR HANDS.

LET'S GO INSIDE
AND GET YOU IN A BLANKET.

HERE, HAVE A SEAT.
JUST SIT THERE AND RELAX, OKAY?

[ EXHALES HEAVILY ]

LeVeen: YOU GOT TO BE [BLEEP]
FREEZING YOUR ASS OFF, DUDE.

I DON'T REALLY FEEL
TOO COLD.

STAND UP.

PULL IT OFF.

PULL IT OFF.

ROLL IT.

THERE'S ONE.

THAT'S WHY I SAID
I WAS GETTING IN.

I SAW THAT BOAT COME DOWN,
AND YOU'RE...

Narrator:
AN HOUR AND 20 MINUTES AFTER
THE SKIPPER CRUSHED HIS SKULL,

KEITH SLOWLY BEGINS
TO COME OUT OF HIS DAZE.

YEAH, I GOT BOUNCED AROUND
A COUPLE OF TIMES.

Monte:
HOW'S YOUR HEAD?

AND IT FELT LIKE I...
I DON'T KNOW.

I DON'T KNOW.

LIKE, ALL I REMEMBER
WAS [BLEEP] YELLOW LINE

AND [BLEEP] GRABBING
AND [BLEEP] PULLING

AND TRYING TO GET MY ASS
OUT OF THERE.

THAT WAS IT, SO...

THAT'S SOME INTENSE [BLEEP]
RIGHT THERE.

Narrator:
KEITH MAY HAVE DODGED A BULLET,

BUT IT'S TOO EARLY TO TELL

THE EXTENT
OF THE SKIPPER'S INJURIES.

25 MILES TO THE SOUTH,

THE TIME BANDIT STEAMS TOWARD
A 10-POT TEST STRING.

Johnathan:
IF WE CAN CHASE THIS SCHOOL,

WE'LL SPOT-CHECK OUR GEAR
UP TO THE NORTH.

WE GOT HIGH HOPES.

Narrator:
SINCE THE START OF THE SEASON,

CAPTAIN JOHNATHAN HAS GAMBLED
ON LAST YEAR'S HOT SPOT...

[ ALL CHEER ]

YEAH, BABY!

[BLEEP] "A"!

...AND CONTINUES
TO PULL HUGE NUMBERS.

YEAH, BABY!

96.

OH, YEAH!

OH, SEVEN-HOUR SOAK.

WE NEED SOME CRAB
IN THIS POT REALLY BAD.

SEVEN-HOUR SOAK.

Andy:
JUST SPOT-CHECK IT

SO YOU CAN CRY
OR GO, "[BLEEP] YEAH!"

IF THERE'S CRAB IN THIS POT,
WE ARE GONNA BE GOLDEN.

WELL, HERE IT IS RIGHT NOW.
WE'RE GONNA KNOW.

YEAH!

YEAH! YEAH!
SEVEN HOURS.

YEAH!

YEAH, BABY!

RIGHT ON...

SEVEN HOURS -- YOU BET.
YEAH!

THAT'S NOT BAD
FOR SEVEN HOURS, BROTHER.

[ Laughing ]
I'VE SEEN A LOT WORSE.

YEAH, BABY.
THIS'LL BE A GOOD COUNT.

Man: HOW MANY?
27!

Johnathan: 27.

YEAH, BABY!
IT'S ALMOST FOUR CRAB AN HOUR.

4 CRAB AN HOUR TIMES 197 POTS.

THAT'S PRETTY DAMN GOOD MONEY.

Narrator: NOW JOHNATHAN PLANS
TO SET BACK ALL 197 OF HIS POTS

ON THE NEW GROUNDS.

NOW I'M GONNA TAKE
WHAT WE GOT LEFT

AND GO [BLEEP] OUT OF THAT SPOT.

PUT ALL OF OUR EGGS
IN ONE BASKET.

THIS IS THE BEST CRAB
WE'VE FOUND.

GO BIG OR STAY THE [BLEEP] HOME!

IT COULDN'T HAPPEN
TO A BETTER BUNCH OF GUYS.

ROUND 'EM UP, INDIANS.
[ WHOOPING ]

CIRCLE THE WAGON TRAIN, BOYS!

[ MEN WHOOPING ]

WE'RE PART INDIAN,
SO WE CAN GO [WHOOPS]

ALL THE [BLEEP] WE WANT.

[ MAN WHOOPING ]

Narrator:
COMING UP ON "DEADLIEST CATCH,"

THREAT LEVEL -- RED.

IT'S THE CALM BEFORE THE STORM
RIGHT HERE, BABY.

Narrator: 185 MILES NORTHEAST
OF DUTCH HARBOR

ON THE WIZARD...

Man:
RAIN AND SNOW SHOWERS.

HURRICANE-FORCE-WIND
WARNING TONIGHT.

SEAS -- 22 FEET.
GALE WARNING.

Narrator: IT'S BEEN NINE HOURS
SINCE CAPTAIN KEITH'S ACCIDENT.

Monte: NOTHING THAT WAS DONE
YESTERDAY WAS REALLY VERY SAFE.

TOO MUCH CAN HAPPEN OUT HERE.

THERE'S JUST TOO MANY
WILD CARDS INVOLVED,

AND, YOU KNOW, ONE OF THEM,
OBVIOUSLY,

BEING THE BOAT HEAVING AROUND
ON A FLAT, CALM DAY.

Narrator: FINALLY,
AFTER EIGHT HOURS IN THE RACK,

CAPTAIN KEITH DRAGS HIMSELF
BACK TO THE WHEELHOUSE.

Keith:
THERE'S A LITTLE BIT OF A LUMP.

I GUESS I'M REALLY LUCKY

THAT THAT NEOPRENE HOOD
WAS ABOUT THAT THICK.

I MUST HAVE HIT LIKE THAT
AND RIPPED OPEN THE HOOD.

OBVIOUSLY, I MUST HAVE
PARTIALLY BLACKED OUT

OR SOMETHING LIKE THAT

'CAUSE I DON'T REMEMBER HALF OF
WHAT THE GUYS TOLD ME HAPPENED.

I REMEMBER CLIMBING UP
THE YELLOW LINE.

I REMEMBER SOMEONE SCREAMING,
"ARE YOU OKAY?"

IF I WOULD HAVE HIT MY HEAD
ANY HARDER THAN I DID,

THAT WOULD HAVE BEEN BAD.

I'LL BE REWINDING THE TAPE IN MY
HEAD ON THAT ONE IN THE FUTURE.

YOU KNOW, I DON'T KNOW.

THAT'S WHAT'S DOING IT
RIGHT THERE.

EVERYTHING I'M DOING UP HERE
RIGHT NOW IS FOR MY FAMILY.

IT'S LOOKING
LIKE IT'S CHANGING.

I GOT A BAD FEELING --

THAT OLD ADAGE --
"RED SKY IN THE MORNING."

Narrator: ACROSS THE FLEET,

SKIPPERS ARE SENSING
THE DARK OMEN OF THE RED DAWN.

BASICALLY THE SAILOR SAYING IS,

"RED SKIES IN MORNING,
SAILOR TAKE WARNING.

RED SKY AT NIGHT,
SAILOR'S DELIGHT."

SO YOU SEE THE RED
IN THE MORNING,

YOU GOT SOME BAD WEATHER COMING.

THERE'S SUPPOSED TO BE
A HUGE STORM COME THROUGH.

IT'S GONNA LAST FOR FIVE DAYS.

IT'S GONNA BLOW EVERY DIRECTION,
50, 60.

[ As Mr. T. ] I PITY THE FOOL
THAT GETS STUCK IN THAT STORM.

THE CALM BEFORE THE STORM
RIGHT HERE, BABY.

Narrator: 207 MILES TO
THE NORTHEAST OF DUTCH HARBOR,

AT 10:00 A.M., THE LEADING EDGE
OF A MONSTER STORM

HAS REACHED THE CRAB GROUNDS.

AND THE NORTHWESTERN
IS FIRST TO FEEL ITS BITE.

FOR 30 STRAIGHT HOURS,

THE CREW HAS BEEN HAULING
MEDIOCRE POTS,

THEN SETTING THEM BACK.

WEATHER CONDITIONS
ARE GETTING WORSE.

THE CREW IS COMPLETELY EXPOSED
TO THE RISING WINDS

AND ONCOMING STORM SWELLS.

DOWN IN THE DITCH, SORRY.

NOBODY WANTS TO WORK
IN THE TROUGH OR THE DITCH

'CAUSE, I MEAN,
YOU GOT THE BOAT ROLLING

AND THE WAVES ARE COMING ON THE
STARBOARD SIDE WHERE THEY WORK.

Edgar: THE WAVES, THE WEATHER
COMING RIGHT ON TOP OF YOU.

NOT REAL FUN, BUT IT'S GOT
TO BE DONE, I GUESS.

IT'S NO FUN...BUT THEY'LL LIVE.

YOU GET TO A POINT
WHERE YOU'RE JUST LIKE,

"MAKE IT STOP!"

5-4. 54.

Narrator:
THE FISHING IS LOOKING UP.

HEY, UH...

BUT THEN SIG'S WIFE CALLS
WITH AN UPDATE ON THE WEATHER.

[BLEEP]

A TYPHOON FROM JAPAN
IS BUILDING STRENGTH

AND ABOUT TO CONVERGE
WITH TWO OTHER STORM FRONTS

ON THE WESTERN EDGE
OF THE FISHING GROUNDS.

[ BEEP ]

SHE SAID UP TO EAST 40-PLUS.

I SAID, "WELL, THAT'S NO FUN."

AND SHE GOES, "WELL, THEN
WHY DON'T YOU FILL THE BOAT

BEFORE THE 40-PLUS HITS
AND GET YOUR ASS IN?"

[ LAUGHS ]

SHE KNOWS
WHAT SHE'S TALKING ABOUT.

Narrator: ALTHOUGH THE CREW HAS
BEEN GRINDING WITHOUT A BREAK

FOR THE LAST 30 HOURS...

I'D RATHER BEEN IN FLORIDA
WITH HOT CHICKS RIGHT NOW.

WHY ME, LORD? WHY?

...SIG PLANS TO HAUL GEAR
UNTIL THE STORM SHUTS HIM DOWN,

AND THERE IS NO RELIEF
IN SIGHT.

Sig: THE GUYS HAVE BEEN UP
FOR OVER 30 HOURS.

EVERYBODY'S FRIED.
THEY'RE DONE.

LET THE STORM COME WHEN IT MAY.
IT'S COMING.

THEY'RE DEAD-DOG TIRED,
AND SO AM I.

WE'RE GONNA JUST HUNKER DOWN
AND BUCK-UP AGAINST IT.

JUST JOG INTO THE WEATHER,
AND...

SO IT'S KIND OF A RACE
TO THE FINISH HERE.

Anderson:
OW! OW! OW! OW! OW!

[ Laughing ]
YOU ALL RIGHT?
YEAH.

HUH?
YEAH.

WHERE WAS YOUR FINGER?

IT'S MY ARM.

YOU KNOW THE GOLDEN RULE,
DON'T YOU?

DON'T STICK YOUR FINGERS
BETWEEN THE BARS.
YEAH.

YOU ALL RIGHT?

MY ARM [BLEEP] SLID
IN THERE.

[ LAUGHS ]
IT WASN'T FUNNY.

[ High-pitch voice ]
OW, OW, OW!

IF YOU ONLY KNEW
WHAT IT FELT LIKE, MY FRIEND.

GOD KNOWS IT'S NEVER HAPPENED
TO ME BEFORE.

IT SCARED THE [BLEEP]
OUT OF ME, THOUGH.

YEAH,
THIS IS ONE OF THOSE SEASONS

WHERE EVERYTHING'S
JUST KIND OF OFF

TO A REALLY WEIRD START, MAN.

THEY'RE NO FUN.

[ BIRDS CALLING ]

Narrator: IN RISING SEAS
69 MILES TO THE SOUTHWEST...

...IS THE 113-FOOT TIME BANDIT.

WE'RE GONNA SET THE REST
OF THIS GEAR DOWN HERE.

JUST GO.

Narrator: CAPTAIN JOHNATHAN
HAS SPENT THE MORNING

CONSOLIDATING
ALL 197 OF HIS POTS

ON A HALF-SQUARE-MILE AREA.

WE'LL HAVE HALF OUR GEAR
ON THAT LITTLE SCHOOL,

WHICH IS REALLY A SMALL SCHOOL,

LIKE ABOUT A COUPLE MILES WIDE
BY THREE MILES LONG.

DON'T EXPECT TOO MUCH,
AND YOU NEVER GET LET DOWN.

YEAH, BABY!

JUST BAD ENOUGH
TO KICK YOUR ASS.

Narrator: WHILE JOHNATHAN
DIALS INTO THE CRAB,

ON DECK...

KEEP BAITING, BITCH!

...SIX MEN BEGIN JOCKEYING

FOR THE FIVE PERMANENT
TIME BANDIT BERTHS.

Johnathan:
ONE GUY ON THIS BOAT

WON'T BE GOING KING-CRAB FISHING
NEXT YEAR.

'CAUSE WE'LL HAVE TOO MANY GUYS.

SCOTTY'S PRETTY MUCH A SHOO-IN.

HE'S THE HYDRAULIC GUY.

SO RUSSELL, EDDIE, MIKEY --

WHOEVER DOESN'T WORK OUT
WON'T HAVE A JOB.

Newberry: WELL, OBVIOUSLY,

WE GOT ENOUGH GUYS
FOR HIM TO DO SOME HOSING DOWN.

SO THAT THE GUY THROWING SHOTS
DOESN'T SLIP,

YOU LAZY [BLEEP]

Newberry: THE NEW GUY...

NEVER CAN DO ENOUGH.

OH, HE'S JUST OUT THERE
BLABBING HIS LITTLE FLAPPERS,

FLOPPING HIS FLAPPERS.

HALF CAPTAIN,
HALF DECKHAND.

YEAH, THAT'S IT.

RAW SQUID.

BIGGEST GUY ON THE BOAT
DOING BAIT.

I'LL DO IT ALL. I CAN RUN THIS.
I DON'T CARE.

IT'S ALL GOT TO GET DONE.

SO WITH 126 CRAB
IN A SINGLE POT,

THAT'S PRETTY GOOD
TO HAVE SIX GUYS THEN.

NO ONE'S CRYING THEN.

ANDY, I'M TRYING
TO HELP YOU OUT.

KEEP GOING!

ANDY'S JUST LIVING OFF
THIS [BLEEP] RIGHT HERE.

LOOK AT HIM.
HE'S TALKING TO THE BAIT.

HE'S TALKING.

Newberry: BITCH.

IS THAT BITCH TALKING
GOOD [BLEEP] OVER THERE?

THE OLDER YOU GET,
THE LAZIER YOU GET.

YOU GOT TO TRY TO TALK SMACK
TO THE YOUNG GUY

TO MAKE HIM FEEL BAD.

"LET'S TELL FOURTNER
HE'S A DUMB-ASS."

OKAY. I CAN TAKE IT.

I DON'T KNOW WHAT THEY'RE
ARGUING ABOUT DOWN THERE,

BUT IT LOOKS LIKE
MIKEY'S NOT TAKING [BLEEP]

A LITTLE SOAP OPERA.

I THINK HIS DEPENDS IS FULL,
AND IT'S TIME FOR A NEW ONE,

BUT HE DOESN'T WANT TO TELL
ANYBODY HE'S GOT TO CHANGE IT.

THE REAL PROBLEM IS

I DON'T THINK HE TOOK
HIS GERITOL THIS MORNING.

I LOVE IT, MAN.
I LOVE YOU OVER THERE DOING IT.

EXCEPT TO THE [BLEEP] POTS.

GREENHORN!

YOU LAZY [BLEEP]

Narrator: COMING UP,
A BONE-TIRED CREW...

...FACES BONE-CRUSHING STEEL.

[ INDISTINCT SHOUTING ]

Narrator: 186 MILES TO
THE NORTHEAST OF DUTCH HARBOR

IS THE 128-FOOT CORNELIA MARIE.

IN THE WHEELHOUSE,
RELIEF SKIPPER MURRAY GAMRATH

IS TAKING OVER
FOR CAPTAIN PHIL HARRIS.

NOW MURRAY HAS SOME BIG SHOES
AND A BIG BOAT TO FILL.

WE'RE GETTING READY
TO START OUR FIRST STRING,

TO START OUR DAY.

MAY THE CRAB GODS BE WITH US.

UNH.

UNH.

Narrator: WITH OVER 500,000
POUNDS OF CRAB TO CATCH,

ALL EYES ARE
ON THE PINCH HITTER.

I GOT 90 PODS
ON 48 HOURS RIGHT NOW.

I'M HOPING THAT'LL BE
ABOUT A 60 AVERAGE.

Man: OHH!

Man #2: THAT SUCKS!

OH, THIS MIGHT BE A BIG OUCH,
BUT IT'S 15 MILES LONG,

SO WE GOT A LOT OF GROUND
TO COVER.

CAN'T GET
MUCH WORSE THAN THAT.

HAD TWO CRAB IN THE FIRST ONE.

[ TELEPHONE RINGING ]

NOBODY HOME.

WOW. TWO CRAB.

IT'S OBVIOUSLY NOT
THE SPOT WE WANT TO BE.

IT'S A [BLEEP] WASTELAND
DOWN THERE.

[ RINGING CONTINUES ]

PROSPECTS
DON'T LOOK GOOD HERE.

NOT GOOD.

THAT'S YOUR CRABBING POT --

6½ FEET BY 6½ FEET
BY 32 INCHES DEEP

THAT HAD NO CRAB IN IT.

IT CAME UP JUST LIKE THAT.

SON OF A BITCH.

Narrator:
WITH 30 POTS AND ONLY 15 CRAB,

THEY'LL STACK THE GEAR

AND HEAD TO THEIR SECOND STRING,
20 MILES TO THE NORTH.

[ TELEPHONE RINGING ]

JESUS [BLEEP]

HELLO.

HEY, MURRAY,
WHAT'S HAPPENING, MAN?

HEY, PHIL.
HOW THE HELL
YOU DOING?

It hasn't been easy.

I didn't land on them
right off the get-go,

so we've just kind of been,
you know, working it.

HEY, YOU'RE DOING
JUST FINE, MAN.

JUST DON'T GET YOURSELF FRAZZLED
LIKE I DID LAST YEAR.

I'M TIRED OF PULLING MY HAIR

AND MESSING AROUND
WITH THESE LITTLE PILES OF CRAP,

AND IT'S TIME
TO MAKE THE MOVE NOW.

I talked to Johnathan.
They're on 80s and 90s.

They're up above me here
a little ways.

Yeah, yeah, I heard that.

I THINK IT'S GONNA BE HARD
TO BEAT JOHNATHAN.

WE GOT TO KICK THEIR ASS
THIS YEAR, YOU KNOW.

THERE'S JUST NOT THAT MANY SPOTS
HERE ANYMORE, PHIL,

and it's going to take
a little bit, you know, so...

OKAY, BUD,
BE SAFE, GOOD LUCK,

and land on them.

Narrator:
RUNNING BETWEEN STRINGS
46 MILES TO THE NORTHEAST

IS THE 125-FOOT NORTHWESTERN.

CAPTAIN SIG HANSEN
HAS BEEN IN THE CHAIR

FOR OVER 30 STRAIGHT HOURS
WITHOUT A BREAK.

THE CREW IS ALSO FEELING
THE PAIN,

BUT ON A BERING SEA CRAB BOAT,
REST IS RARE,

AND HARD WORK, RELENTLESS.

Man: HURRICANE-FORCE-WIND
WARNING TONIGHT.

SEAS -- 22 FEET.

GALE WARNING THROUGH TUESDAY.

I DON'T THINK IT'S GONNA BLOW.

BUT THEN AGAIN, IF IT DOES IT,
I DON'T GIVE A [BLEEP] EITHER.

Narrator: WITH THE TYPHOON
RAPIDLY APPROACHING,

OLD AHAB HAS NO PLANS
OF STOPPING.

THE CREW NEEDS TO SOAK
ONCE IN A WHILE, TOO.

GEAR NEEDS SOAKED.
CREW NEEDS SOAKED.

JUST HAULED OUR FIRST STRING.

WE HAD A 27 AVERAGE, WHICH IS...
IT'S OKAY, BUT WE WANT MORE.

SO I'M JUST GONNA PLAY IT SAFE
AND SLAM THESE BACK.

OH, THIS IS [BLEEP] HOOD
IS WORTHLESS.

THE GUYS HAD ABOUT AN HOUR
OF SLEEP TONIGHT.

I HAVEN'T BEEN TO BED.

I WATCHED THE BOAT
ON THE RUN UP AND...

...I THINK...YOU KNOW....

Man: WHOA! WHOA!

Nick: DAMN IT.

OKAY, TAKE YOUR TIME.

LOOK AT THE BLOCK.

Edgar: GO AHEAD, MATT.
HOLD IT OR SOMETHING, MATT.

WATCH YOUR FEET.

THERE'S A BROKEN BAR,

AND SO THE HOOK GOT CAUGHT
RIGHT IN BETWEEN THAT.

YEAH, ANYWHERE I CAN GET
SOME STRAIN OFF IT.

JUST TAKE YOUR TIME.
TAKE YOUR TIME.

I THINK WE'RE GONNA HAVE TO
USE THE CRANE.

Sig: THE MAIN THING
IS TO STAY CALM

AND DON'T DO STUPID STUFF
LIKE GET IN THE WAY.

I DON'T HAVE A CLUE
WHAT THEY DID.

I HAVEN'T SEEN THAT ONE BEFORE.

MATT, AWAY FROM THE POT.

WHEN I SET THE POT,

THE CORNER OF THE POT
WAS BROKEN.

IT WENT IN
RIGHT BETWEEN HERE.

WHEN IT WENT OFF THE SIDE OF
THE BOAT, IT CAUGHT THE CABLE.

SO WE HAD TWO POTS ON ONE HOOK.

DEAL WITH IT.

I'M AWAKE NOW.

Sig: THE MAIN THING IS YOU
JUST GOT TO GET OUT OF THE WAY.

HEROES ON A CRAB BOAT
DON'T LAST LONG.

I GOT TO GO TAKE FOUR ADVIL.

Narrator:
NEXT ON "DEADLIEST CATCH,"

MAN VERSUS STORM.

WE GOT A FIGHT ON OUR HANDS!

[ MAN SHOUTS INDISTINCTLY ]

Man: WHOO-HOO!

Narrator: 184 MILES TO
THE NORTHEAST OF DUTCH HARBOR,

THE 128-FOOT CORNELIA MARIE

COLLIDES WITH THE SOUTHERN EDGE
OF THE STORM.

Gamrath: THE WEATHER'S JUST
STARTING TO COME UP RIGHT NOW.

BY MIDMORNING HERE,
IT'S GONNA BE BLOWING ABOUT 60.

AND I'M NOT GONNA STOP HAULING

UNTIL I GET ONTO
WHAT I NEED TO GET ON,

SO I'M LOOKING
AT AROUND-THE-CLOCK FISHING

UNTIL I FIGURE OUT
WHAT I NEED TO DO HERE.

Narrator:
ON ADVICE FROM CAPTAIN PHIL,

RELIEF SKIPPER MURRAY GAMRATH

MOVED 60 POTS TO THE NORTH
IN SEARCH OF BETTER GROUNDS.

IT LOOKS LIKE
ONE OF THE BETTER POTS.

AND FOR THE FIRST TIME
THIS SEASON,

THERE'S SIGNS OF LIFE.

BUT IN A POT OF 40 CRAB,
ONLY 14 WERE KEEPERS.

THE REST WERE FEMALES
AND JUVENILES.

WE GET A BUNCH OF CRAB

THAT ALMOST LOOK LIKE THEY'RE
OF SIZE, BUT THEY'RE NOT.

AND IT TAKES TIME GOING THROUGH
EACH ONE OF THEM, YOU KNOW.

OUR NUMBERS
ARE PETERING OFF QUICK.

THE WHOLE FREAKING STRING --

IT SUCKS!

FOR EVERY CRAB POT THAT WE PULL
WITH NOTHING IN IT,

IT'S 10 MINUTES
OF MY TIME WASTED.

Josh:
SO, I'VE STARTED TO SEE WAVES

THAT CAN COME OVER THE SIDE
AND WIPE US BOTH OUT.

WE'RE GETTING 5s TO 10s.

Gamrath: THAT IS THREE MORE.
THREE MORE ON THIS ONE.

SCREW THAT GUY.

I HAVE NO PLAN YET.

I'M THINKING ABOUT IT.

Narrator:
RELIEF SKIPPER MURRAY

IS IN THE WORST POSSIBLE
POSITION...

NO CRAB AND NO PLAN.

IN THE HEART OF THE STORM,
20 MILES TO THE SOUTH...

THE TIME BANDIT
PLOWS THROUGH 20-FOOT SEAS.

NO REST.

THERE'LL BE NO REST
ON THIS BOAT.

THE WEATHER'S [BLEEP]
NORTHWEST 35, 20-FOOT SEAS.

FORECAST AND OUTLOOK --
THE SAME.

Narrator: CAPTAIN JOHNATHAN
HAS RETURNED

TO THE TOP OF HIS STRING

HE SET OUT TO SOAK
NEARLY 30 HOURS AGO.

COME ON, BABY!
COME ON UP!

SHOW US THE MONEY!

Fourtner: OH, YEAH!
FRICKING AWESOME!

YEAH!

WHOO! LOOK AT THAT!

YEAH, BABY!
YEAH, BABY!

WHOO-HOO!

Uwekoolani: I THINK WE GOT
LIKE 70 POTS HERE,

SO WE'RE GONNA BE UP
FOR A WHILE.

OH, YEAH!

YEAH!

YEAH!

THAT IS AWESOME!

Narrator:
ONLY A WEEK INTO THE SEASON,

JOHNATHAN HAS STUFFED HIS TANKS

WITH NEARLY 30,000 POUNDS
OF KING CRAB.

OH, YEAH, BABY!

AND HE'S SHOWING NO SIGNS
OF STOPPING.

WHOO!

Johnathan:
WE GOT TO GET THESE POTS ON.

WE GOT TO [BLEEP] TO THE SEA.

GETTING THEM BACK IN THE WATER
SO THEY'LL HAVE SOAK TIME.

Narrator: SPIRITS ARE HIGH
IN THE WHEELHOUSE.

BUT DOWN ON DECK,

THE RELENTLESS 36-HOUR GRIND
IS TAKING ITS TOLL.

WOW. [BLEEP] GOT TO BEAT IT UP
THIS STRING, MAN.

WE'RE NOT EVEN DONE.

WHERE IS FOURTNER
THE POT STACKER, RUSSELL?
Newberry: HUH?

WHERE'S FOURTNER
THE POT STACKER?

COME SHOW US SOME LOVE
AND HELP US OUT OVER HERE.

WE'RE ONLY LIKE 30 [BLEEP]
BAIT SETUPS AHEAD, TOO.

OH, LIKE WE'VE GOT
NOTHING TO DO.

WHAT PLANET ARE YOU ON?

WE'RE ONLY 35 BAIT-JAR SETUPS
AHEAD, MISTER.

WOW!

ANDY, TELL HIM.

YOU'RE 30 AHEAD!

GIVE US SOME LOVE
BACK HERE.

WE GOT A FIGHT ON OUR HANDS!

MIKE AND RUSSELL ARE FIGHTING.

WHO KNOWS ABOUT WHAT, BUT...

BUT IN THE MEANTIME,
WHEN YOU WATCH ME STACK

AND YOU SIT THERE
AND LOOK AT THE...

I'M NOT WATCHING.

YOU KNOW, I MEAN,
I FINISH MY JOB FIRST,

AND THEN
I'LL HELP YOU OUT.

[BLEEP] STOP IT!

JESUS [BLEEP]
BUNCH OF BABIES.

SEE, AS THEY GET OLDER --

HE WANTS TO DO LESS
AS HE GETS OLDER.

OHH!

I'LL TELL YOU RIGHT NOW --
I WILL NOT PUT UP WITH CRAP.

AND IF RUSSELL WANTS TO BE LAZY,
I'LL CALL HIM OUT.

AND THAT...IS ALL I HAVE TO SAY
ABOUT THAT.

Narrator: COMING UP,

ONE WORD A SKIPPER
NEVER WANTS TO HEAR...

...OR SAY.

THERE'S SOMEBODY EVERY YEAR
THAT DOESN'T MAKE IT BACK.

Narrator: THREE HUGE STORMS
FROM JAPAN HAVE CONVERGED.

AND NOW A MONSTER TYPHOON

HAS ENGULFED THE 1,000-MILE-WIDE
AREA OF THE GLOBE

FROM ALASKA TO RUSSIA,
INCLUDING THE CRAB GROUNDS.

Man: HURRICANE-FORCE-WIND
WARNING TONIGHT.

WHOO!

GALE WARNING FOR TUESDAY.

SEAS -- 22 FEET.

TONIGHT SHE'S DEFINITELY
KICKED UP ONE MORE NOTCH.

Narrator: THE ENTIRE CRAB FLEET
IS BEING BATTERED

BY ANGRY 35-FOOT SEAS...

...AND 60-KNOT WINDS.

AND THERE'S NOWHERE TO RUN.

AT 12:37 A.M.,

A FAINT AND BARELY AUDIBLE
"MAYDAY" IS BROADCAST.

Man:
MAYDAY. MAYDAY. MAYDAY.

MAYDAY. MAYDAY. MAYDAY.

[ STATIC ]

MAYDAY. MAYDAY. MAYDAY.

[ RADIO WARBLING ]

GOBLINS, GREMLINS.

Narrator:
THE FISHING VESSEL KATMAI,

A 93-FOOT COD BOAT
WITH 11 MEN ON BOARD,

IS SINKING.

[ STATIC ]

Man:
MAYDAY. MAYDAY. MAYDAY.

Woman: PAN-PAN,
PAN-PAN, PAN-PAN.

A 406-MEGAHERTZ DISTRESS SIGNAL

HAS BEEN DETECTED
FROM THE FISHING VESSEL KATMAI.

ALL VESSELS ARE ASKED

TO KEEP A SHARP LOOKOUT
FOR SIGNS OF DISTRESS,

ASSIST IF POSSIBLE,

AND NOTIFY THE NEAREST
COAST GUARD STATION.

Narrator: THE KATMAI'S
EPIRB DISTRESS BEACON

IS TRANSMITTING FROM 900 MILES
WEST OF THE CRAB FLEET,

WELL BEYOND
THE REACH OF OUR SKIPPERS.

I DON'T KNOW.

THAT SUCKS, YOU KNOW.

THAT'S ONE THING
I DON'T LIKE ABOUT THIS JOB.

I DON'T LIKE LEAVING TOWN
IN THE MIDDLE OF OCTOBER,

IN THE MIDDLE OF JANUARY
KNOWING THAT, YOU KNOW,

AFTER SIX OR EIGHT MONTHS
OF FISHING, WHEN I COME HOME,

THERE'S GONNA BE
A HANDFUL OF GUYS

THAT AREN'T GONNA COME HOME.

AND EVERY YEAR,
IT'S THE SAME THING.

THERE'S SOMEBODY EVERY YEAR
THAT DOESN'T MAKE IT BACK.

AND THAT SUCKS.

Narrator: WITHIN MINUTES,
EVERY COAST GUARD ASSET

IN WESTERN ALASKA IS MOBILIZED
TO RESPOND TO THE EPIRB.

[ ALARM BELL RINGING ]

IN COLD BAY,
THE COAST GUARD SCRAMBLES

TO GET A JAYHAWK HELICOPTER
RESCUE TEAM

AIRBORNE AND ON THEIR WAY
TO THE SITE

OF THE EMERGENCY EPIRB BEACON
900 MILES AWAY.

Man:
HERE'S THE GAME PLAN.

THEIR EPIRB's GOING OFF
RIGHT NOW.

AND THEY REPORTED
TO ONE OF THEIR SISTER SHIPS

THAT THEY WERE TAKING ON WATER,
LOST PROPULSION,

AND THEY'RE IN SOME TOUGH,
TOUGH SITUATION.

IT'S GOING TO BE REALLY NASTY
GOING OUT THERE.

THIS IS ABOUT
AS REAL AS IT GETS.

WE'RE GONNA FLY THROUGH A SYSTEM

THAT IF IT WAS
ON THE EAST COAST,

IT WOULD HAVE A NAME --
IT'D BE A HURRICANE.

SO WE BETTER HAVE
OUR A-GAME ON TONIGHT.

Narrator:
IF THE KATMAI'S GONE DOWN,

FOR HER CREW, THE DIFFERENCE
BETWEEN SURVIVAL AND DEATH

CAN BE MEASURED IN MINUTES.

THE WATER TEMPERATURE IN THE
WEST ALEUTIANS IS 41 DEGREES.

WITHOUT A SURVIVAL SUIT,

THE HUMAN BODY
IS INSTANTLY HYPOTHERMIC.

WITHIN MINUTES,

THE CORE BODY TEMPERATURE DROPS
BELOW 85 DEGREES.

PULMONARY AND VASCULAR FUNCTIONS
RAPIDLY DECREASE.

SHOCK AND CARDIAC ARREST
SOON FOLLOW.

Man:
Ready for takeoff?

READY FOR TAKEOFF.

Narrator: THE JAYHAWK'S
TOP SPEED IS 207 MILES PER HOUR.

BUT THEY'LL BE FLYING STRAIGHT
INTO THE HEART OF A TYPHOON.

COVERING THE 900 MILES
TO THE EMERGENCY BEACON

WILL TAKE AT LEAST SEVEN HOURS.

IT'LL BE HOURS
BEFORE THE COAST GUARD LEARNS

IF THE KATMAI OR ANY OF HER CREW
HAS SURVIVED THE NIGHT.

AS THE STORM HITS THE GROUNDS,
THE TIME BANDIT LEADS THE PACK

WITH 30,000 POUNDS
OF KING-CRAB GOLD.

Narrator: A COAST GUARD
JAYHAWK RESCUE CHOPPER

HAS RACED THROUGH THE NIGHT

TO REACH
AN EMERGENCY EPIRB BEACON

TRANSMITTING 250 MILES NORTH
OF ADAK ISLAND.

THE BEACON IS FROM A 93-FOOT
FISHING VESSEL

THAT RADIOED A MAYDAY
NEARLY NINE HOURS AGO

AND THEN DISAPPEARED.

THE COAST GUARD HAS DEPLOYED
ALL WESTERN ALASKA ASSETS

TO AID IN THE RESCUE.

TWO C-130s HAVE ALREADY BEGUN
LAYING OUT A SEARCH GRID.

AND THE COAST GUARD CUTTER,
ACUSHNET,

IS ALREADY ON THE SCENE.

AFTER SEVEN HOURS OF FLYING,
AT 10:49 A.M.,

COLD BAY'S JAYHAWK
JOINS THE GRID.

[ ALARM SOUNDING ]

COMMANDER SHAWN TRIPP

FINDS THE KATMAI'S
EMERGENCY RADIO BEACON.

Tim: 5:00 --
there's a piece of debris.

Tripp:
That's their line.

Man #2: Yeah,
I saw a life ring in there.

And I also saw a hoodie

just about maybe 20 yards
past the debris line.

Hey, guys, we're circling
the target zone.

Narrator: BUT THERE IS NO SIGN
OF SURVIVORS.

Okay, here's what
we're gonna do.

We're gonna make
a straight run right here...

to this.

Narrator: 1:00 P.M. --

RESCUE SWIMMER JOHN NEAL
PREPARES TO DEPLOY.

Yeah,
swimmer's going down.

Swimmer's going down,
about 20 feet above the water.

Waiting to level off.

Back 15....

back 10, back 5...

...back and hold.

Swimmer's in the water,

and he's moving
towards the victim.

Narrator:
THEIR WORST FEARS ARE REALIZED.

And swimmer's with victim.
Clear the vessel. Coming up.

Coming up 60 feet here.

Cabin door.

Dragging him in.
There he is.

Okay, as soon as you can
get that disconnected,

we need to go.

Roger that.

All right,
he's disconnected.

Throwing the hook.

THE KATMAI WENT DOWN
IN THE BERING SEA

OVER 12 HOURS AGO.

AND 10 OF HER CREW
ARE BATTLING FOR THEIR LIVES.

Let's go back
on our search pattern.

I want to look
for survivors.

Yeah.

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