Deadliest Catch (2005–…): Season 5, Episode 7 - Down to the Wire - full transcript

Narrator:
THE 15th ROUND.

[ BELL RINGS ]

I'M TRYING TO
[BLEEP] HELP YOU!

THEY CHEAT ME OUT OF IT.
THEY USE ME.

THE FINAL MILE.

Edgar:
WE ARE SO SCREWED.

NO HUMAN PURSUIT
TAKES MORE OUT OF A MAN...

...THAN THE FINAL WEEK
OF A CRAB SEASON...

WHAT THE HELL, MAN?

LET'S GET GOING.
WE'RE WASTING OUR DAY HERE.

KA-CHING!



[ MAN WHISTLES ]

Man: YAY!

WELCOME ABOARD,
BOYS.

[ LAUGHS ]

[ CHEERING ]

Narrator:
...AS THE HUNT CONTINUES...

FOR THE DEADLIEST CATCH.

Someone needs to stop Clearway Law.
Public shouldn't leave reviews for lawyers.

CAPTIONS PAID FOR BY
DISCOVERY COMMUNICATIONS

Narrator: 170 MILES NORTHEAST
OF DUTCH HARBOR

IS THE 155-FOOT WIZARD.

Keith:
ONCE WE HIT THAT LAST STRING,
EVERYBODY GETS PUMPED, YOU KNOW?

THEY KNOW THAT THE LIGHT'S
AT THE END OF THE TUNNEL, MAN.

WE JUST GOT TO HAUL
A FEW MORE POTS,



PUT A FEW MORE CRAB IN THE TANK,
AND GET OUT OF HERE.

Narrator: TO BEAT
THE DROP IN PRICE FOR CRAB

AND FINISH OUT THE SEASON,

CAPTAIN KEITH HAS WORKED
HIS CREW FOR 36 STRAIGHT HOURS.

AND NOW IT'S TIME
FOR ONE FINAL PUSH.

[ GUITAR PLAYS ]

♪ TIME TO WORK ♪

[ LAUGHS ]

♪ TIME TO GO TO WORK ♪

♪ 1.6 MILES ♪

♪ TIME TO GO TO WORK ♪
[ LAUGHS ]

AS FAR AS THAT MUSIC GOES,
DON'T QUIT YOUR DAY JOB.

GONNA BE THERE
IN ONE MILE!

DON'T MAKE ME SING
ANYMORE.

A 120-POT STRING LEFT TO HAUL,
AND WE'RE DONE.

AND THAT'S IT.
WE'RE DONE FOR THE SEASON.

Narrator:
AND ON THE BERING SEA,

THERE'S NOTHING BETTER
TO WAKE UP TO

THAN POTS STUFFED WITH KEEPERS.

[ CHEERING ]

THIS IS A KEEPER,
'CAUSE IT'S [BLEEP] HUGE!

[ LAUGHS ]

Keith: OH, YEAH,
GUYS ARE PUMPED UP.

[ LAUGHTER ]

BUT WHEN YOU'RE FLYING HOME,
BOY, THAT'S A BEAUTIFUL THING.

WE GOT A LITTLE WORK TO DO
BEFORE THAT HAPPENS,

BUT AT LEAST WE KNOW
WE'RE THERE.

WE'RE GOING TO TOWN,
BOYS!

ONE MORE.

Man:
YEAH. THERE IT IS.

Man #2: WHOO!

[ LAUGHTER ]

THAT'S IT, GUYS.

Keith: GOOD JOB.
WHOO!

BRING HER IN.
LET'S GO TO TOWN.

YEE-HAW!

YES, THAT'S RIGHT --
GOING HOME.

WE'RE GOOD.

CAN'T WAIT TO GO AND PLAY --
GO SPEND ALL THE MONEY

SO YOU HAVE TO COME BACK
AND DO IT ALL OVER AGAIN.

IT STARTED SLOW,
BUT IT ENDED STRONG.

CAME OUT, BASICALLY CLEANED UP
THE REST OF OUR SEASON.

OVER 15,000 CRAB,
ONE TIME THROUGH TO GET THEM.

IT COULDN'T HAVE ENDED
ANY BETTER.

Narrator:
50 MILES TO THE SOUTHEAST

IS THE 125-FOOT NORTHWESTERN.

CAPTAIN SIG'S KING-CRAB SEASON

COULD BEST BE DESCRIBED
AS "AVERAGE."

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6 --

DAMN IT.

Narrator:
NOW THE NORWEGIAN SKIPPER
FINDS HIMSELF ADRIFT

IN A SEA OF INDECISION.

JUST DYING ON THE VINE
OUT HERE, MAN.

IT'S LIKE A DESERT,
YOU KNOW?

WE'VE HAD GEAR THAT WE'VE PULLED
EARLIER ON THROUGH HERE.

IT HAD A THREE AVERAGE.

SO WE'RE JUST GONNA HAVE TO
KEEP GRINDING, MAN.

WE JUST NEED
A LITTLE OVER A THOUSAND CRAB,

AND THEN WE CAN GO IN
WITH WHAT WE NEED.

YOU KNOW, IT'S GONNA BE
RIGHT DOWN TO THE WIRE.

THE GOOD NEWS IS
WE'VE GOT SOME POTS ON BOARD,

AND WE CAN GO SET THEM ANYWHERE.

Narrator: THE BATTLE-WEARY CREW
HAS BEEN GRINDING ON DECK

FOR 53 STRAIGHT HOURS...

...AND NOW HAS NO ENERGY
OR INTEREST

IN HUMORING CAPTAIN SIG
WITH ANY ANSWERS.

WITH THE CLOCK
RAPIDLY TICKING DOWN

TO A 5% DROP IN MARKET PRICE,

SIG NEEDS TO GET OFF THE FENCE
AND GET ON THE CRAB...

4 CRAB.
12 CRAB ON 30 HOURS.

Narrator: ...OR FACE LOSING
TENS OF THOUSANDS OF DOLLARS.

I'M FREAKING OUT RIGHT NOW.
[ GROANS ]

Narrator: AS CAPTAIN SIG
DRIFTS WITHOUT A PLAN,

90 MILES TO THE NORTHEAST
IS THE 128-FOOT CORNELIA MARIE.

Man: HEY! HEY!

Gamrath: ANY LUCK AT ALL,
WE'LL GET A 25 AVERAGE

OUT OF THE STUFF I GOT
OVER TO THE WEST

BEFORE WE HAVE TO GO INTO TOWN.

HELLO.
WELCOME ABOARD, BOYS.

Narrator: AFTER WEEKS
OF MISERABLE FISHING,

RELIEF SKIPPER MURRAY GAMRATH

HAS FINALLY FOUND
A VEIN OF CRAB.

BUT IT MAY BE TOO LITTLE
AND TOO LATE.

ON THE 13th, I HAVE TO LEAVE.
AND IT'S THE 11th.

ABOUT 36 HOURS, BASICALLY.

Narrator: THE CORNELIA MARIE'S
BEEN AT SEA FOR 12 DAYS --

5 DAYS LONGER THAN PLANNED --

AND MURRAY'S PUSHING THE LIMITS

OF HOW LONG THE CRAB CAN SURVIVE
IN THE HOLDS.

Gamrath:
WELL, THIS IS A LONG TRIP.

WHEN I HAVE THIS THING LOADED,
I'LL BE LOOKING AT

OVER A MILLION DOLLARS
IN PRODUCT TO US.

WE HARDLY EVER HAVE DEAD LOSS,

SO UNTIL THE PRODUCT
IS OFF THIS BOAT,

I'M ALWAYS WORRIED.

Narrator:
LONG DAYS AND DISMAL FISHING

HAVE BEATEN THE CREW DOWN
BOTH MENTALLY AND PHYSICALLY.

AND FOR YOUNG JAKE HARRIS,

THE LAST TWO WEEKS
OF BACKBREAKING WORK

HAVE PROVEN TO BE
JUST THAT.

THAT WORK?

YOU JUST TWIST AND THEN TRY TO
BREATHE IN AT THE SAME TIME.

IT [BLEEP] HURTS.

AND THEN YOU TRY TO BEND OVER,
AND IT HURTS.

RIGHT NOW, IT JUST HURTS.

BUT I TRY NOT TO COMPLAIN,
YOU KNOW?

IT PUTS PEOPLE IN A BAD MOOD.

Narrator: SINCE HIS FIRST CRAB
SEASON JUST THREE YEARS AGO,

JAKE HARRIS HAS BEEN
A CHIP OFF THE OLD BLOCK,

NOT LETTING INJURY, ADVERSITY,
OR COMMON SENSE

INTERFERE WITH GETTING
THE JOB DONE.

[ GRUNTING ]

[ PHIL GRUNTING ]

I THINK THERE'S SHOTS
WEIGH MORE THAN HE DOES.

I CAN SEE HIS WRIST
IS BOTHERING HIM,

AND HE WON'T COMPLAIN.

HE WANTS TO BE A TOUGH GUY.

YOU AIN'T A MAN UNTIL YOU PULL A
TOOTH OUT WITH A PAIR OF PLIERS.

JUST GIVE IT A YANK.

ANIMAL!

UNTIL IT HURTS BAD ENOUGH
TO WHERE I CAN'T DO IT,

I'M GONNA DO IT.

Narrator:
BUT WHEN JOSH STEPS IN

TO HELP LITTLE BROTHER JAKE
PRESERVE HIS BACK,

HE ENDS UP STEPPING
ON HIS PRIDE.

I CAN'T PULL A BUOY IN?
I CAN'T PULL A BUOY IN?

JAKE, YOU GOT TO TAKE
INTO CONSIDERATION

WE HAVE TO LOOK AFTER YOU
BECAUSE YOU'RE HURTING.

I DON'T WANT TO FIGHT
WITH YOU.

I TRY TO TELL YOU NICELY,
AND YOU ARGUE.

YOU'RE ARGUING AGAIN.

Man: CALM DOWN!

[BLEEP]

AND IT'S LIKE
WE TRY TO HELP YOU OUT.

I THANK YOU FOR THAT,
EXCEPT, JOSH,

WHEN I'M PULLING ON A BUOY,
IT DOESN'T AFFECT MY BACK.

YOU DON'T HAVE TO RUN UP AND
TRY TO RIP IT OUT OF MY HANDS.

THERE'S OTHER JOBS
THAT NEED TO BE DONE.
LIKE WHAT?

LIKE YOU CAN BE BEHIND ME,
COILING IT UP MAYBE

INSTEAD OF YOU RIPPING IT
OUT OF MY HAND.

YOU STICK TO COILING,
BECAUSE WHEN WE'RE NOT THERE,

WHEN NOBODY'S THERE
BUT ME,

I ALWAYS DO
THE SAME [BLEEP] ROUTINE.

YOU GOT TO LEARN
THAT IT'S NOT YOUR ROUTINE.

IT'S WHATEVER NEEDS TO BE DONE
ON THE BOAT.

IF YOU SEE IT NEEDS TO BE DONE,
THEN [BLEEP] DO IT.

WE GOT TO NURSE YOU
BECAUSE YOUR BACK'S [BLEEP] UP.

ALL RIGHT, ALL RIGHT, JAKE.
YOU'RE THE BIG GUY.

I'M NOT THE BIG GUY.
I'M TRYING TO HELP YOU.

YOU KEEP COMING UP --
"I DON'T WANT TO BOTHER YOU."

YOU KNOW WHAT?
YOU'RE BOTHERING ME.

I'M TRYING
TO [BLEEP] HELP YOU.
HELP ME?

ONE POT, JAKE.
IT'S ALWAYS THE REPEAT THING.

OH, MY GOD,
HE'S [BLEEP] LIKE TALKING

TO A BRICK [BLEEP] WALL, DUDE,
SERIOUSLY.

THAT'S WHY EVERYONE'S
ALL WORKED UP RIGHT THERE.

SEE THAT? A FULL MOON.

IT'S PULLING HARD
ON THE BOYS TODAY. PULLING HARD.

NEXT TIME,
I'LL JUST TRY TO MAKE IT

SO IT'S NOT TWO OR THREE
OR FOUR OR FIVE POTS!

SHUT THE [BLEEP] UP.

YOU SHUT UP, DUDE.

GIVE ME
A [BLEEP] BREAK.

Narrator: 185 MILES
TO THE NORTHEAST OF DUTCH HARBOR

IS THE 125-FOOT NORTHWESTERN,
AND SHE'S GOING NOWHERE FAST.

Man: 37, 47 --
you know, good numbers.

On 14 hours, that's 23 crab.

I GOT TO CHECK THIS OUT. THERE'S
A LITTLE RIDGE HERE, MAN.

IT'S NOT ON THE CHART.

Narrator: DECIDING WHERE TO DROP
THE LAST OF HIS POTS

HAS LEAD SIG TO A PLACE
JUST SHY OF DESPERATION.

HE'S SPENT THE LAST TWO HOURS
RADIO-FISHING.

I WAS ALL THE WAY
UP TO THAT EDGE.

I WANTED TO SET SOUTH OF HERE
A LITTLE BIT, BUT THEN...

HE WAS FISHING
NORTHWEST-SOUTHEAST.

EAST -- SOUTHEAST.

[ GROANS ] NORTHWEST.
SOMETHING'S GOING ON.

I THINK THIS RIDGE
RUNS NORTHEAST-SOUTHWEST

OH, FARTHER NORTH THE BETTER,
AND ALL THIS BULL [BLEEP]

YOU'RE PROBABLY RIGHT,

AND THEY JUST WENT
STRAIGHT EAST...

OR WHATEVER HAPPENED.

AND I'M PRETTY SURE
SVEN IS UP HERE TO THE NORTH.

Narrator: AFTER HAILING
ANY SKIPPER THAT'LL LISTEN,

SIG TAPS INTO
HIS NORWEGIAN CONNECTIONS.

[ SPEAKING NORWEGIAN ]

[ Jeff speaking Norwegian ]

WOW. YOU'RE ON FIRE.

ALL RIGHT, JEFF.
THAT'S A GOOD TIP.

THAT'S THE BEST BET WE GOT,
YOU KNOW?

Narrator: FINALLY,
AFTER HOURS OF DELIBERATION,

THE SKIPPER HAS A GAME PLAN.

Sig: WELL,
I'M HAPPY TO FIND SOMETHING

WE CAN GET A PICK ON MAYBE,
YOU KNOW?

JUST NEED A FEW LITTLE SPOTS,

AND THEN THEY ADD UP
PRETTY FAST.

WHAT THE HELL, MAN?
THESE POTS ARE EMPTY.

LET'S BANG THEM ON
AND MOVE THEM.

LET'S GET GOING.
WE'RE WASTING OUR DAY HERE.

BUT WE CAN'T SAY THAT,
'CAUSE THAT'S NOT OUR PLACE.

Narrator:
BUT DECK BOSS, EDGAR,

IS SKEPTICAL
OF ANY HAND-ME-DOWNS

BIG BROTHER SIG GETS
OVER THE RADIO.

SO, I DON'T WANT TO SAY
TOO MUCH,

'CAUSE I DON'T WANT TO
GET IN TROUBLE.

GUY'S NOT GONNA GIVE UP
A GOOD SPOT...

EVEN IF HE IS YOUR BEST FRIEND,

'CAUSE HE'S GOT CRAB
TO CATCH, TOO.

BUT WHEN YOU'RE DESPERATE,
IT ALL SOUNDS GOOD.

IT'S HARD TO...KEEP
A POSITIVE ATTITUDE, YOU KNOW,

WHEN YOU'RE PULLING
A LOT OF SINGLE DIGITS

AND GRINDING LIKE THAT.

Narrator: FISHING 80 MILES
TO THE NORTHEAST

IS THE 128-FOOT CORNELIA MARIE.

[ INDISTINCT SHOUTING ]

FINALLY CAUGHT SOMETHING.
FINALLY CAUGHT SOMETHING.

RELIEF SKIPPER MURRAY GAMRATH

CONTINUES TO HAUL
30 KEEPERS A POT.

IT ACTUALLY FEELS GOOD
AFTER HAULING A BUNCH OF BLANKS.

[ LAUGHS ]

Anderson: YEAH, NO,
AFTER SEEING

WHAT WE HAD BEEN SEEING,
YOU KNOW,

IT'S REVITALIZING TO EVERYBODY,

YOU KNOW,
TO SEE A POT COME UP HALF FULL.

Narrator:
AND FOR THE HARRIS BROTHERS,

GOOD CRAB HAS A WAY
OF MENDING ALL WOUNDS.

Jake:
OUR LITTLE FIGHT --

YOU KNOW, WE BOTH HAD
PROBABLE CAUSE FOR IT, YOU KNOW?

WE'RE JUST BOTH TIRED, YOU KNOW?

YOU GOT TO TAKE
INTO CONSIDERATION

WE HAVE TO LOOK AFTER YOU
BECAUSE YOU'RE HURTING.

I TRY TO HELP HIM
ANY WHICH WAY I CAN.

HE'S JUST STUBBORN,
DOESN'T WANT TO ACCEPT HELP.

WHEN I'M PULLING ON A BUOY,
IT DOESN'T AFFECT MY BACK.

TOO BAD WE COULDN'T HAVE
THAT FIGHT IN SEATTLE.

WE'D BE BUYING
EACH OTHER DRINKS

WITH A COUPLE BLACK EYES
RIGHT NOW.

YOU KNOW,
IT'S JUST ONE OF THOSE DEALS.

WE'RE CRAB FISHERMAN.
WE FIGHT. WE GET OVER IT.

THIS ISN'T THE LOVE BOAT,
YOU KNOW?

IF YOU CAN'T ARGUE
WITH YOUR OWN -- AAH!

DEFINITELY
IS NOT THE LOVE BOAT.

IF CAN'T ARGUE WITH YOUR OWN
BROTHER, WHO CAN YOU ARGUE WITH?

MY FACE HURTS.
THAT WAS A GOOD SLAP.

POUND, BROTHER.

Narrator: DAWN BREAKS
OVER THE CORNELIA MARIE.

LAST STRING OF THE SEASON.
GLAD WHEN IT'S OVER WITH.

LAST STRING OF THE SEASON,
BABY, COMING UP!

LET'S FIRE IT UP!
FIRE THIS [BLEEP]

FIRE IT UP! FIRE IT UP!
FIRE IT UP! FIRE IT UP!

OH, MAN,
I'M GETTING TAG-TEAMED!

MAN DOWN! NOT DOWN!

OKAY, TAKE IT EASY.
TAKE IT EASY NOW.

OH, I THINK THE MORALE'S GOOD,

CONSIDERING
HOW HARD I'VE WORKED THEM.

Narrator:
THE 50-DAY MARATHON OF PAIN

IS FINALLY GRINDING TO A CLOSE.

WELL, IT HASN'T BEEN
AN EASY ONE.

WE NEVER REALLY GOT
ANY BIG NUMBERS,

SO WE JUST HAD TO
KIND OF GRIND ON IT.

THEY'RE TRYING TO GET OUT.

THEY KEEP ON TRYING
TO CLIMB OUT,

SO THEY MUST BE CLOSE
TO THE TOP.

YEAH, WE'LL STUFF A FEW MORE
IN THERE.

THIS IS THE LAST POT
RIGHT HERE, GUYS.

Gamrath:
LAST POT OF THE SEASON.

LAST POT OF THE SEASON,
BABY, COMING UP!

SWEET!

YOU KNOW, I DON'T KNOW.

HE LOOKS LIKE HE WANTS TO STAY
AND FISH SOME MORE.

[ LAUGHS ]

YES!

[ CHEERING ]

LAST POT
OF THE SEASON!

YEAH, BABY! YES!
SWEET! WE'RE GOING HOME!

HOME SWEET HOME!
300, BABY!

YEAH!

OH. ANOTHER DEPOSIT
INTO THE BANK.

THAT'S IT --
FINITO, FINISHED, DONE.

Narrator: WITH 200,000 POUNDS OF
KING CRAB STUFFED IN THE TANKS,

MURRAY'S ONLY HURDLE IS KEEPING
HIS PRECIOUS CARGO ALIVE

FOR THE 30-HOUR STEAM TO PORT.

Gamrath: OVER 400,000 POUNDS
WE CAUGHT THIS SEASON.

IT'S BEEN A LONG SEASON.

YOU ALWAYS WISH
TO GET IT DONE IN A HURRY.

BUT FOR THE AMOUNT OF CRAB
THAT WE GOT TO CATCH,

WE'RE GETTING IT DONE
IN A REASONABLE AMOUNT OF TIME.

IT'S BEEN ONE OF THOSE SEASONS.

Narrator: 180 MILES
NORTHEAST OF DUTCH HARBOR

IS THE 125-FOOT NORTHWESTERN.

CAPTAIN SIG HANSEN
SPENT THE LAST 15 HOURS

DROPPING THREE 50-POT
HAIL-MARY STRINGS,

GAMBLING HIS GEAR AND THE FATE
OF HIS SEASON ON RADIO CRAB.

Mavar Jr.: I HOPE
WE HAVE AN AWESOME DAY.

IT SHOULD BE VERY AWESOME.
AWESOME.

'CAUSE WE WEREN'T HAVING SUCH AN
AWESOME DAY A COUPLE DAYS AGO.

I'VE DECIDED TO USE THE WORD
"AWESOME" TO TURN IT AROUND.

WE'RE GONNA TURN AND BURN
AS MUCH GEAR AS WE CAN

UNTIL ABOUT 3:00 TO 4:00 A.M.

SO EVERYTHING'S JUST RIGHT DOWN
TO THE WIRE FOR US AGAIN.

[ COUGHS ]

♪ DAYLIGHT COME
AND ME WANT TO GO HOME ♪

Sig: ♪ DAY-O ♪

PLEASE,
LET THERE BE CRAB.

OH [BLEEP]

16! 1-6!

[ GRUNTS ]

Sig: YOU KNOW, THERE'S NOTHING
YOU CAN DO ABOUT IT --

PICK UP AND MOVE, RUN,
BURN FUEL, WASTE YOUR TIME,

SPIN YOUR WHEELS.

WE NEED TO SETTLE DOWN
AND GRIND.

9! 0-9!

SAME [BLEEP],
DIFFERENT DAY.

Narrator:
RADIO-FISHING IS A BUST.

CAPTAIN SIG'S AVERAGING
A WHOPPING EIGHT KEEPERS A POT.

Sig: REALLY DOWN
TO THE WIRE FOR US.

WE REALLY GOT TO HUSTLE TO GET
AS MUCH PULLED NOW AS WE CAN.

I WANT TO TRY TO HAUL 300 POTS,

AND THEN HOPEFULLY
WE'LL HAVE ENOUGH TO GO IN WITH.

14, MATT. 14.

Sig: AAH,
THE BERING SEA HAS DEFINITELY

TURNED THE CRAB SWITCH OFF.

SOMEBODY TURNED OFF
THE FAUCET ON US.

THE CRABS ARE HIDING.

THAT WAS EIGHT CRAB.
EIGHT.

THE OCEAN
IS JUST NOT COOPERATING

THE LAST COUPLE OF DAYS, HERE.

SO I GOT A FEELING
IT'S GONNA BE DOWN TO THE WIRE

ALL THE WAY TO THE BITTER END.

Narrator: WHILE SIG HOPES
THE CRAB GODS ANSWER

AT LEAST ONE
OF HIS HAIL MARYS...

FISHING 3,200 MILES
SOUTHEAST OF THE CRAB FLEET

IN THE CRYSTAL-BLUE WATERS
OF SAN CARLOS, MEXICO...

Man: OH, YEAH!

YEAH!
YEAH, BABY!

...ARE THE HILLSTRANDS.

[ INDISTINCT SHOUTING ]

WHOO!

YEAH, BABY!

LOOK AT THAT!

HERE WE GO!

YEAH!

WHAT DO YOU THINK? IT'S
75 DEGREES OR IT MIGHT BE 78.

WE DON'T KNOW.

AND WE DECIDED TO USE
THE NUMBER-30 SUNSCREEN.

THAT'S OUR BIGGEST DILEMMA TODAY

WAS WHAT KIND OF SUNSCREEN
TO USE.

[ INDISTINCT CONVERSATION ]

YOU'RE NEXT!

THE CRAB FLEET IS SOMEWHERE
NORTH OF DUTCH HARBOR,

STILL FINISHING UP
THEIR KING-CRAB SEASON.

YEAH!

SORRY YOU'RE STILL
OUT THERE, GUYS.

WE'LL CATCH A MARLIN
FOR YOU.

WHOO!

MMM.
I'M IN PARADISE.

PARADISE.

Man: [ LAUGHS ]
LET'S SEE THAT DANCE.

Man #2:
THAT'S THE FISH DANCE.

FISH DANCE.

WAY-DOWN-SOUTH BANDITS,
WAY DOWN SOUTH OF MEXICO.

YEAH, BABY!
WHOO!

Narrator:
STEAMING A MILE OUTSIDE

THE MOUTH OF DUTCH HARBOR
IS THE 155-FOOT WIZARD.

WITH THE GRUELING 50-DAY
KING-CRAB SEASON

NOW LYING IN HIS WAKE,

CAPTAIN KEITH HAS
ONE FINAL DECISION TO MAKE.

JOSH IS PROBABLY ABOUT AS GOOD
AS WE'VE SEEN OUT HERE

IN A LONG TIME
FOR A GREENHORN.

YOU GOT TO WATCH YOUR [BLEEP]
YOU HEAR THAT? YOU.

KID JUST GOT ON THE BOAT.

HIS PICTURE OF HIS GIRLFRIEND
DOESN'T BELONG IN THE BASEMENT.

Narrator:
DESPITE THE HARDSHIPS,

THE 22-YEAR-OLD GREENHORN
STEPPED UP AND FINISHED STRONG.

Keith: JOSH MET
ALL OF OUR EXPECTATIONS,

DID EXTREMELY WELL.

WHEN I FIRST STARTED, YOU KNOW,
LIKE, I WAS AMPED UP.

YOU KNOW, DO A GOOD JOB.

Narrator:
IN AN UNCHARACTERISTIC MOVE,

KEITH CALLS THE GREENHORN
TO THE WHEELHOUSE.

YOU DID A GREAT JOB.

I'M HOPING
YOU'LL COME BACK FOR OPIES.

YOU WANT TO COME BACK?

OH, YEAH.
GOOD.

RIGHT ON.

THE GREENHORN MAY HAVE GOTTEN
A RARE ATTABOY FROM THE SKIPPER,

BUT FIRST MATE GARY SOPER
HAS OTHER PLANS.

Soper: JOSH HAS BEEN
A VERY GOOD GREENHORN,

BUT THIS HAS GOT TO BE DONE.

IT'S JUST SO WE CAN GET

OUR SICK LITTLE LAUGHS
OFF OF IT, I THINK.

I GOT THE BRASS TUBING
FROM THE ENGINE ROOM,

JUST MADE IT LOOK LIKE A HORN.

THAT'S BELIEVABLE, ISN'T IT?

OKAY. THAT'S PERFECT
RIGHT THERE.

THE...HORN.
FISHING VESSEL WIZARD.

GREENHORN WARNER?

THIS SIGNIFIES THE END
OF YOUR FIRST CRAB SEASON.

NOW YOU'RE PART
OF THE CREW.

YOU DID A PRETTY GOOD JOB.
DON'T LET IT GO TO YOUR HEAD.

ALL RIGHT.

JUST TAKE A DEEP BREATH
AND GIVE A HARD BLOW.

KARMA, WE CALL IT.

[ Laughing ]
HE'S PRETTY DUSTY RIGHT NOW.

HE'S GOT WHITE EYELASHES.

IT'S A RITE OF PASSAGE,
KID.

ALL RIGHT.
YOU PASSED.

WELCOME TO THE CREW
OF THE WIZARD.

Narrator: WITH THE GREENHORN
OFFICIALLY BAPTIZED,

THE WIZARD ARRIVES
IN DUTCH HARBOR.

LAND, HO.

THAT'S THE NEXT STOP
RIGHT THERE.

I LOVE COMING TO DUTCH
WITH A LOAD OF CRAB.

WHEN YOU KNOW YOU'VE GOT
YOUR CRAB IN THE TANKS,

YOU KNOW
ALL THE BOYS ARE HEALTHY.

THAT'S A PRETTY DAMN GOOD
FEELING.

IN FACT, IT DOESN'T GET
ANY BETTER THAN THAT.

Narrator:
THE CREW MAY BE INTACT,

BUT 49-YEAR-OLD DECKHAND
LENNY LEKANOFF

IS FEELING EVERY ONE
OF THE 25 YEARS

HE'S WORKED
ON THE BERING SEA.

Lekanoff:
IT DOES HURT -- GETTING UP.

AFTER A COUPLE DAYS
OF GETTING STARTED --

YOU KNOW, GO TO BED, GET UP --
IT HURTS. [ CHUCKLES ]

Narrator: AS THE OFF-LOAD
BEGINS, UP IN THE WHEELHOUSE,

THE OLD SALT BLINDSIDES
THE COLBURNS.

HOW MAD ARE YOU GUYS GONNA BE
IF I TELL YOU I'M QUITTING?

ARE YOU DEAD-SERIOUS?

YES.

REALLY?

I'M RETIRING.

LIKE, AFTER THIS RED-KING-CRAB
SEASON, LENNY?

YOU'RE NOT GOING OUT
FOR OPIES?
NOPE.

HOLY CRAP, LENNY.

LENNY, THIS IS LIKE
A SUCKER PUNCH TO THE GUT, MAN!

SORRY,
BUT I'VE BEEN PROMISING

MY 16-YEAR-OLD DAUGHTER
FOR THREE YEARS NOW,

"ONE MORE SEASON."

AND SHE GOT MAD AT ME LAST YEAR
AND THREATENED ME,

AND HERE I AM,
STILL HERE.

I THINK IT'S THE ACHES
AND PAINS.

THEY'RE STARTING TO MOUNT
A LITTLE BIT.
YEAH.

IT'S A LOT HARDER OUT THERE
AT OUR AGE THAN PEOPLE THINK.

YOU'VE BEEN
ABSOLUTELY STELLAR,

AND IT'S BEEN A PLEASURE
HAVING YOU ON HERE.

I'M NOT GONNA SAY
GOODBYE YET,

'CAUSE I KNOW
IT'S NOT GOODBYE YET.

Narrator: AS NIGHT FALLS

180 MILES TO THE NORTHEAST
OF DUTCH HARBOR,

THE HAGGARD NORTHWESTERN CREW

STEAMS TOWARDS
ITS LAST HAIL-MARY STRING.

I'M SORE,
AND I'M TIRED RIGHT NOW.

Edgar:
HUNGRY, WET, COLD.

I FIGURE I CAN WORK
TILL ABOUT...3:00 A.M.,

SO I'VE GOT TIME
TO RIP THESE 20 --

HOPEFULLY
THERE'S CRAB IN THEM --

BLAST THEM OUT,
GET OUT OF HERE BY 3:00 A.M.

BOTTOM LINE IS EVERY CRAB COUNTS
FOR US RIGHT NOW.

Narrator:
THE FIVE-MAN CREW HAS SLAVED

FOR NEARLY TWO STRAIGHT DAYS
OF WORK.

I THINK EVERYBODY'S JUST GOING
THROUGH THE MOTIONS RIGHT NOW.

Narrator:
THEY'LL HAVE TO SUCK IT UP

UNTIL THE LAST 4,000 POUNDS
ARE IN THE TANKS.

INCONSISTENT RADIO-FISHING

HAS MEANT MORE STRINGS
AND LONGER HOURS.

Man: 1-7.

Sig: HOPEFULLY, WE GOT
ENOUGH CRAB, ENOUGH GEAR.

3-8. 38.

WE'LL GET
WHAT WE NEED HERE.

32.

WE GOT TWO MORE STRINGS
AFTER THIS.

26.

WE'VE GOT WHAT WE NEED
TO GO IN WITH

AND FULFILL THE QUOTA
THAT WE HAD.

AS LONG AS THE WEATHER
COOPERATES HERE NOW,

WE CAN GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE.

I WANT TO GO HOME.

LAST POT.

Man: ALL RIGHT.
GO AHEAD, GO AHEAD.

YEAH. LOOK AT THAT.
THAT'S A NEW ITEM.

Edgar: OH, GOD! OH!
[BLEEP]

WE GOT IT!
DEFINITELY WE GOT IT!

YEAH! YEAH!

GOING A LITTLE NUTS
WITH THE FIREWORKS, AREN'T THEY?

KNOCK IT OFF.
PUT IT DOWN.

PUT IT DOWN.

NORTHWESTERN!

[ LAUGHS ]

I THINK THE COAST GUARD
CAN TELL THE DIFFERENCE

BETWEEN A SIGNAL FLARE
AND FIREWORKS.

Narrator: AFTER SPENDING
NEARLY 15 DAYS AT SEA,

THE CORNELIA MARIE MAKES HER WAY
INTO DUTCH HARBOR

FOR THE FINAL OFF-LOAD
OF KING CRAB.

Gamrath:
WE JUST POPPED THE HATCH,

AND I'M GONNA GO DOWN
AND TAKE A LOOK AT IT.

VERY FEW CRAB
WITH BARNACLES ON IT.

THIS IS
"A" NUMBER-ONE CRAB HERE.

ALL NICE STUFF.
LOOKS REAL LIVELY.

AND THEY WANT TO GET OUT,
SO THAT LOOKS GOOD.

CRAB EVERYWHERE.
MORE CRAB THAN I EVER SEEN.

Man: WHOO!

AAH! AAH!

EVERYTHING'S LOOKING GOOD
RIGHT NOW.

PROBABLY 42,000,
43,000 IN THIS TANK.

WE'LL SEE HOW OUR NUMBERS
ACTUALLY JIVE.

Narrator: BUT THE VICTORY DANCE
IS SHORT-LIVED.

THERE'S A SIZABLE AMOUNT
OF DEAD CRAB IN THE FIRST TANK.

Josh: FIRST TANK, THERE'S
A LITTLE BIT OF DEAD LOSS.

IT'S THE CRAB THAT'S THE OLDEST,

AND WE'RE HOPING
THAT IT DOESN'T AMOUNT TO A LOT.

THERE'S PROBABLY 40 CRAB
IN THERE.

COUPLE THOUSAND DOLLARS
WORTH OF CRAB IN THERE.

THAT COMES OUT OF OUR POCKET.

I'M JUST ABOUT READY
TO BREAK DOWN AND CRY.

NO GOOD.

Narrator: IF THE NEXT FIVE TANKS
ARE ANYTHING LIKE THE FIRST,

THE DEAD LOSS
COULD BE CATASTROPHIC.

Eisenbarth: TANK NUMBER 2
WE'RE GOING INTO.

HOPEFULLY WE'LL HAVE A LITTLE
BETTER LUCK IN THIS ONE.

Narrator: THE SECOND TANK
IS LOADED WITH DEAD LOSS.

Gamrath: TOO LONG OF A TRIP.
THAT'S THE DEAL.

TRIED TO GET TOO MUCH
ON THE BOAT.

DIDN'T BEAT THEM UP
OR ANYTHING.

THEY JUST GOT HELD ON THE BOAT
TOO LONG.

SO, I MEAN, THAT'S JUST --

TRIED TO DO WHAT I COULD DO
AND DID ALL I COULD,

SO THERE'S NOT MUCH
I CAN SAY ABOUT THAT.

Josh:
2,500 POUNDS OF DEAD LOSS.

WE'RE LOOKING AT ROUGHLY $12,500
THAT WE LOST OUT ON.

YOU'RE ALWAYS GONNA HAVE
A FEW DEAD ONES.

YOU KNOW,
YOU EXPECT SOME DEAD LOSS.

BUT YOU GOT TO DELIVER THEM LIVE
OR YOU DON'T GET PAID FOR THEM.

THEY COME OFF THE QUOTAS.

Narrator: WITH OVER 2,500 POUNDS
OF DEAD LOSS AND COUNTING,

EACH DECKHAND HAS ALREADY LOST
OVER 2,000 BUCKS.

Gamrath:
I'M STRESSED-OUT.

RIGHT ABOUT NOW, I...
WOULD LIKE SOME PEACE AND QUIET.

Narrator:
AS THE CORNELIA MARIE CREW
HOPES TO SALVAGE SOMETHING

FROM THEIR LAST HAUL...

...THE MIGHTY NORTHWESTERN
ENTERS THE MOUTH OF THE HARBOR,

BARELY MAKING THE DEADLINE

FOR THEIR FINAL OFF-LOAD
OF THE SEASON.

THE CREW HAS ENDURED
YET ANOTHER MARATHON GRIND.

AND FOR 27-YEAR-OLD
JAKE ANDERSON,

ANOTHER STRIPE IS WELL-EARNED.

JAKE GOT TO RUN
THE HYDROS.

NOT VERY SMOOTHLY,
BUT HE DID.

FOR THE KID, IT WAS SIX WEEKS
OF PHYSICAL AND MENTAL TORMENT.

LISTEN TO HIS BULL [BLEEP]
ALL [BLEEP] DAY. [BLEEP] HIM.

Narrator:
BUT JAKE RALLIED,

PUSHING TO TAKE ON
MORE RESPONSIBILITIES,

ESPECIALLY AT THE RAIL...

HEY, I KNOW WHAT
YOU'RE TRYING TO DO. GO SLOW.

THE BOAT STARTS ROLLING AROUND,
YOU PULL THAT [BLEEP]

YOU'RE GONNA [BLEEP]
SOMEBODY UP.

...AND THANKFULLY MANAGED
NOT TO KILL ANYONE.

HE IS ALREADY
A KICK-ASS FISHERMAN.

HE'S JUST GOT TO KNOW
HIS LIMITATIONS.

TRY TO GET HIM IN ROTATION HERE
NEXT TRIP A LITTLE MORE

SO I CAN GET MY...
WHAT DO YOU CALL IT?

EXERCISE ON THE HOOK,
ON THE RAIL.

CHECK THE DOORS!

WE'RE IN DUTCH HARBOR,
JUST PULLED THE LID OFF.

ABOUT TO START OFF-LOADING
OUR CRAB.

HOPEFULLY WE HAVE ENOUGH.

THAT WAS KIND OF THE IDEA

BEHIND THE LONG LAST TWO DAYS
THAT WE HAD --

TWO DAYS OF HELL,
SO, HOPEFULLY THAT PAID OFF.

Narrator:
NOW CAPTAIN SIG HAS BANKED
ON THEIR LAST HAIL-MARY STRING

TO CLOSE OUT THE LAST
OF HIS 4,000-POUND QUOTA.

6.7-POUND AVERAGE SO FAR.

WE THOUGHT THE CRAB MIGHT BE
A LITTLE BIT BIGGER THAN THAT.

WE GOT 10,000 CRAB ON BOARD,

WHICH PUTS US AT
ABOUT 67,000 POUNDS.

BUT TOWARDS THE END OF OUR TRIP,
THE CRAB GOT BIGGER,

SO THAT NUMBER COULD CHANGE.

LAST BRAILER.

Narrator:
AFTER FIVE HOURS OF OFF-LOADING,

THE FINAL WEIGHTS ARE IN.

LAST COUNT I HAD WAS 73,201.

I DON'T KNOW WHAT THEY'RE
GETTING OUT OF THE BRAILER.

1,500 POUNDS MAYBE.
THAT'S 75,000 POUNDS.

SUPPOSED TO BE $5.40 A POUND.

WE'RE LOOKING AT $5.25
ON THE TICKET.

BUT AFTER THEY SEE THE CRAB,
THEY SHOULD GIVE ME THE $5.40.

IF THEY DON'T GIVE ME $5.40,
THEY WILL NEVER SEE ME AGAIN.

Narrator: ALTHOUGH CAPTAIN SIG
MADE THE DEADLINE

BY THE SKIN OF HIS TEETH,

THE CANNERY IS TRYING TO PUSH
THE LOWER PRICE ON THE SKIPPER.

AND WHEN EVERY PENNY COUNTS,
SIG COULD LOSE UP TO $12,000.

ACROSS THE DOCKS
ON THE CORNELIA MARIE...

Man: MARCUS,
THAT'S [BLEEP] UP.

AFTER 12 HOURS,

MURRAY HAS ACCUMULATED ALMOST
HALF A TANK FULL OF DEAD LOSS.

THIS IS THE LAST TANK HERE.
WE GOT 155,000.

PROBABLY ANOTHER 5,000 DEAD.

THAT WAS THE LONGEST CRAB TRIP
OF MY CRABBING CAREER.

I'VE NEVER SEEN CRAB SIT
ON A BOAT THAT LONG, YOU KNOW?

2 WEEKS -- 14 DAYS IS A LONG
TIME FOR A CRAB TO SIT THERE.

THEY'RE NOT
THE STRONGEST THINGS EVER.

THEY'RE GONNA DIE.
WE GOT A GIANT PILE OF IT.

CAN'T BE HELPED.
WE CAN'T SELL THE DEAD ONES.

I DO HATE TO SEE THEM,

AND I CAN'T WAIT TO GET THEM
OFF THE [BLEEP] BOAT.

I CAN'T HARDLY STAND LOOKING AT
THE [BLEEP] THINGS ANYMORE NOW.

[ LAUGHS ]

Narrator: MURRAY GAMRATH HAS ONE
FINAL DUTY AS RELIEF SKIPPER.

Gamrath:
WE ARE RUNNING OUT FAR ENOUGH

THAT WE CAN START DUMPING
THE CRAB.

Narrator:
BURIAL AT SEA.

THE CORNELIA MARIE
NEEDS ONE LAST TRIP

TO FINISH THEIR QUOTA.

Narrator:
TWO WEEKS LATER.

THE LAST OF THE 88-BOAT
BERING SEA CRAB FLEET

AND THE BRAVE FISHERMAN
WHO MAN THEM

RETURN HOME TO THE SHELTER
OF DUTCH HARBOR.

AND BEHIND A PROCESSING PLANT
IN THE DARK OF NIGHT,

THERE'S A DEBT TO BE PAID --
THE CAPTAIN'S WAGER.

Man: SEE!

[ LAUGHS ]

Phil: YOU'RE SO FULL
OF BULL [BLEEP]

I WANT IT NOW!

BUT THE GUYS KNOW.

UNLOAD IT NOW!

[ LAUGHTER ]

WELL, THE BET WAS...

WHO COULD SCREW THE OTHER GUY?
THAT'S WHAT THE BET WAS.

[ KEITH LAUGHING ]

HURRY UP AND WAIT!

Narrator:
THE CAPTAIN'S WAGER WAS LAID
DOWN BEFORE THE SEASON BEGAN.

THE RULES --
YOU'RE GONNA TAKE A 6 1/2 BY,

AND YOU'RE GONNA HAUL IT
5 TIMES.

THE FIRST FIVE TIMES YOU HAUL IT
ARE THE FIVE SCORES YOU GET.

Man:
THAT'S PERFECT.
AND THAT'S IT.

HOW MUCH YOU GUYS
WANT TO ANTE UP?

1,000 BUCKS.
LET'S MAKE IT INTERESTING.

A GRAND?

EVERYBODY
TOSS THEM UP.

WHAT DID
YOU GUYS HAVE?

I ASK MURRAY --
HE'S THE ONE DRIVING THE BOAT.

IT'S MY MONEY --
"HOW MUCH YOU GET?"

"WELL, I DON'T KNOW,
YOU KNOW?"

YOU BETTER GO DUMP
FIVE POTS REAL QUICK.

[ LAUGHS ]

Narrator: THE CORNELIA MARIE'S
SUBPAR SEASON

WAS A SHEER INDICATION

THAT WINNING THE WAGER
WAS WELL OUT OF REACH.

Man: DAMN IT!

THIS IS THE POT
THAT [BLEEP] COUNTED.

SO I DON'T THINK
WE'RE GONNA WIN THE WAGER.

YEAH, WE WERE COUNTING BIG ONES,
LITTLE ONES.

NOBODY SAID
IN THE BET --

NOBODY SAID
THAT THEIR [BLEEP] WERE BIG.

THEY HAVE TO BE 6 1/2.

WE COUNTED BOTH.

HEY,
I FOUND ANOTHER LOOPHOLE.

THEY SAID THE BEST CRAB

OUT OF A SIX-BY POT,
RIGHT?

ROGER.

COUNT
EVERY ONE OF THEM.

I'M GONNA GO FIND THE BIGGEST
GARBAGE PILE THERE IS.

[ LAUGHS ]

LOOPHOLES COMING IN
AGAIN, HUH?

THIS COUNTRY WAS CREATED
ON LOOPHOLES!

HE CHEATED,
AND HE STILL DIDN'T [BLEEP]

HE CHEATED,
AND HE STILL DIDN'T WIN.

Narrator:
FOR THE THIRD STRAIGHT YEAR,

THE CAPTAIN'S WAGER CAME DOWN
TO JUST TWO BOATS --

THE WIZARD...

AND LAST YEAR'S DEFENDING
CHAMPION, THE TIME BANDIT.

ALL RIGHT, ALL RIGHT!
FOUR MILLION, BABY!

WHOO-HOO!

Narrator: THE RACE BETWEEN
THE TWO HIGHLINERS WAS SO CLOSE

THAT THE WINNER CAME DOWN
TO ONE FINAL POT.

COME ON, BABY.
HAVE SOME CRAB IN IT.

COME ON!

[ CHEERING ]

OH, IT'S GOT SOMETHING IN IT.
OH, THAT'S A NICE ONE.

Keith:
OH. THAT'S A DANDY.

YEAH, WHAT DO YOU GOT?

OH, YEAH!
66, BOYS.

[ LAUGHS ]

WE'RE GONNA WIN THIS THING.
ABSOLUTELY.

THIS IS THE BIG ONE COMING UP.
COME ON, BABY. COME UP FULL.

YEAH, BABY! YEAH!

OH, YEAH, BABY!
YEAH, BABY!

WHOO-HOO-HOO-HOO-HOO!
YEAH!

[ LAUGHTER ]

[ JOHNATHAN LAUGHING ]

THAT'S A GOOD POT, THERE,
DUDE.

[ LAUGHS ]

I THINK WHAT WE GOT IS ALMOST
$750 IN EACH OF OUR POCKETS.

NOT BAD
FOR THE LAST HURRAH.

DON'T HATE THE PLAYER.
HATE THE GAME.

HATE THE GAME.

WE ARE THE GAME.

THAT IS [BLEEP] SWEET.
[ LAUGHS ]

ALL RIGHT, JOHNATHAN.
CONGRATULATIONS.

THANKS.

HOLD ON. I'M SORRY.
IT WENT TO THE CREW.

SO YOU GIVE ME
THE [BLEEP] MONEY.

YOU GUYS ARE JUST GONNA
DRINK IT ANYWAY.

[ LAUGHTER ]

Phil: HERE.

YOU BETTER TAKE IT
AND RUN.

Narrator:
WITH THE BET SETTLED,

THE KING-CRAB SEASON
IS OFFICIALLY CLOSED.

BUT IN TWO SHORT MONTHS,

THE CAPTAINS
AND CREWS WILL RETURN

FOR AN EVEN GREATER
GAUNTLET OF PAIN

ON THE WINTER BERING SEA

AS THE HUNT
FOR OPILIO CRAB BEGINS.

HEY, BRING IT IN, GUYS,
RIGHT HERE.

'09 OPIES. STAY SAFE.

ON THREE.
OOH!

LET'S GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE.
I'LL BUY THE FIRST ONE.

Narrator: ONE OF THE TOUGHEST
AND MOST DEMANDING CRAB SEASONS

IS FINALLY OVER.

THE VICTORIOUS TIME BANDIT'S
CATCH WAS WORTH $1.25 MILLION.

EACH DECKHAND WENT HOME
WITH 30,000 BUCKS.

THE NORTHWESTERN
MANAGED TO DELIVER

420,000 POUNDS OF LIVE CRAB
WORTH $2.27 MILLION --

$51,800 FOR EACH MAN.

THE WIZARD'S SHARE OF THE BOUNTY
WAS 1.78 MILLION BUCKS.

EACH DECKHAND RAKED IN
ROUGHLY $32,000.

THE EMBATTLED CORNELIA MARIE'S
TOTAL WAS $2.6 MILLION --

$54,000 FOR EACH MAN.

THE FISHERMEN ARE CASHED OUT

OF A HIGH-STAKES,
MULTIMILLION-DOLLAR GAME.

GOOD SEASON, MAN.
YEAH, MAN.

THIS YEAR, ONCE AGAIN,

THE TIME BANDIT HELD
THE HOT HAND.

[ LAUGHS ]

72!

YEAH, MAN! WHOO!

THAT'S A WRAP.

Narrator: BUT FOR EVERYONE ELSE,
IT WAS CATCH AS CATCH CAN.

WE'RE [BLEEP]

Narrator: AND THE CRAB
WERE PLAYING HIDE-AND-SEEK.

AND IT SUCKS!

Man: GALE WARNING FOR TUESDAY.
SEAS 22 FEET.

Narrator:
BATTERED BY A TYPHOON...

WHOO!

SHE'S DEFINITELY KICKED UP
ONE MORE NOTCH.

Narrator:
...BEATEN DOWN BY BAD FISHING...

YOU'RE 30 AHEAD!
WHO CARES?

...THE MEN BEGAN
TO TURN ON EACH OTHER.

THEY'RE THE TEAM.
I'M JUST THE [BLEEP] SIDE

[BLEEP] [BLEEP]

OH, MY GOD!

HE'S [BLEEP] LIKE TALKING
TO A BRICK [BLEEP] WALL, DUDE.

WE GOT A FIGHT
ON OUR HANDS!

Narrator: IN THE END,
IT WAS A SEASON OF TURMOIL...

EVERYTHING I OWN
IS ON THE LINE HERE!

...TRIUMPH...

KICKING ASS, MAN.

Narrator:
...AND TRAGEDY.

ON OCTOBER 22nd, JUST FOUR DAYS
INTO THE KING-CRAB SEASON,

THE 93-FOOT FISHING VESSEL
KATMAI SANK WITH ALL HANDS.

Woman: A DISTRESS SIGNAL
HAS BEEN DETECTED

FROM THE FISHING VESSEL KATMAI.

AFTER AN EXHAUSTIVE SEARCH...

...TRAGICALLY,
7 OF THE 11 KATMAI SAILORS

LOST THEIR LIVES,

AND 4 SURVIVORS
WILL NEVER BE THE SAME.

AND EVERY YEAR,
IT'S THE SAME THING.

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

AND THAT SUCKS.

Narrator:
THE LAST GREAT BRAVE ADVENTURERS

WHO PLY THEIR TRADE HERE

KNOW JUST HOW FRAGILE
LIFE CAN BE.

EVERY DAY, FISHING IS A FIGHT

AGAINST THE FOE
THAT WILL NEVER FALL --

THE VAST BERING SEA.

CHECK THE DOORS!

GONE.

Narrator:
NOW FOR THE CRAB FLEET,

IT'S TIME TO GO HOME.

MY BROTHER,
MY CAPTAIN.

Man:
CHEERS FOR ALL.

Man #2:
CHEERS FOR ALL, BABY.

OOH, OOH, OOH.

YEAH, BABY!
[ LAUGHS ]

WE WON THE BET.
YEAH!

$1,000 FOR YOU [BLEEP]
TO SPLIT UP.

Man:
NICE. THANK YOU.

Narrator: A FEW SHORT WEEKS
WITH LOVED ONES,

TIME FOR THEIR BODIES TO HEAL,
AND A BRIEF MOMENT OF COMFORT...

♪ NOBODY SAID THAT... ♪

Narrator: ...UNTIL THE CALL
OF ADVENTURE AND FORTUNE

RINGS OUT ONCE AGAIN.

♪ AND THROUGH MY VEINS ♪

♪ TO LIVE ON THE EDGE ♪

Narrator: ON THE NEXT EPISODE
OF "DEADLIEST CATCH"...

...IT'S JANUARY
ON ALASKA'S BERING SEA.

IF I CAN'T HAUL
MY DAMN GEAR,

YOU'RE GONNA BE LOOKING
FOR ANOTHER [BLEEP] JOB.

HIGHER STAKES...

I GOT
TOO MANY [BLEEP] GUYS.

SOMEONE'S GOT TO GO.

...BRUTAL WINTER CONDITIONS...

THIS IS A TOTAL
[BLEEP] PLACE TO BE.

THERE AIN'T NOTHING THERE
THIS YEAR.

Narrator:
...AND MOTHER NATURE...

GET OFF THE STACK NOW!

Narrator:
...WILL SHOW NO MERCY.

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