Original subtitles

Jake: IF YOU SAY YOU'RE A CRABBER --

A BERING SEA CRABBER --

THAT MEANS YOU'VE DONE YOUR SIX-MONTH SEASONS,

YOUR ICE SEASONS,

YOU'VE SEEN SINKING BOATS,

YOU'VE SEEN DEAD PEOPLE,

YOU'VE LOST FRIENDS, YOU'VE GOT STABBED,

YOU'VE GOT BEAT, YOU'VE GOT KICKED,

YOU'VE GOT SCRATCHED,

AND YOU KEPT ON TILL THE LAST TICK.

Narrator: TWO WEEKS IN,

THE FALL SEASON STILL AIN'T NO PLEASURE CRUISE,

BUT WITH A QUARTER-BILLION- DOLLAR HORDE ON THE RUN,

NO ONE IS BACKING DOWN.

♪ CAN'T GET ENOUGH CAN'T GET ENOUGH ♪

♪ CAN'T GET ENOUGH I KEEP HUNTING ♪

Josh: SECOND PLACE SUCKS. I DON'T WANT TO BE SECOND PLACE.

I WANT TO BE THE FIRST GUY OUT THERE.

I WANT TO BE THE FIRST GUY DONE, NO MATTER WHAT.

♪ I KEEP HUNTING ♪

Narrator: THE FASTEST OF THE FLEET

HAVE ALREADY NAILED THEIR KING QUOTAS...

Sig: STRAIGHT FROM ONE RIGHT TO THE OTHER.

Narrator: ...AND TURNED THEIR SIGHTS TO THE BAIRDI FISHERY.

WE'RE GETTING EVERYTHING READY TO GO FOR THE NEXT SEASON,

SO WE'RE ALREADY A STEP AHEAD.

Man: LOOKING TO BUY ANOTHER BOAT,

SO GOT TO GET THESE THINGS LOADED UP,

GO UP THERE, FISH SOME BAIRDI.

♪ THINK YOU'VE SEEN TROUBLE ♪

Narrator: BUT THOSE WITH QUOTA LEFT TO FILL

DON'T WANT TO BE AT THE PARTY WHEN THE DRINKS RUN OUT.

♪ YOU SHOULD KEEP RUNNING ♪

♪ I'M NOT ONE TO FORGIVE ♪

Man: THE COASTAL-WATERS FORECAST --

SOUTH WIND 50 KNOTS.

SEA IS 28 FEET.

Narrator: AND STANDING BETWEEN THEM AND THEIR FORTUNE...

THE WEATHER'S COMING UP.

♪ I CAN'T GET ENOUGH CAN'T GET ENOUGH ♪

♪ I CAN'T GET ENOUGH I KEEP HUNTING ♪

Narrator: ...THE SEASON'S FIRST ARCTIC STORM.

♪ CAN'T GET ENOUGH ♪

WE'RE STARING INTO THE TEETH THIS MORNING, BOYS.

♪ I CAN'T GET ENOUGH ♪

♪ NO ♪♪ I CAN'T GET ENOUGH ♪

♪ NO ♪♪ I CAN'T GET ENOUGH ♪

♪ I KEEP HUNTING ♪

♪ I CAN'T GET ENOUGH ♪

♪ I CAN'T ♪♪ I CAN'T GET ENOUGH ♪

♪ I CAN'T ♪♪ I CAN'T GET ENOUGH ♪

♪ I CAN'T I KEEP HUNTING ♪

♪ DON'T TRY ♪

♪ NO, NO, NO ♪

♪ I, I'M COMING FOR IT ♪

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CAPTIONS PAID FOR BY DISCOVERY COMMUNICATIONS

Narrator: ON THE SAGA...

HEY, EVERYBODY. CHECK THIS OUT.

COME HERE.

...AFTER STRIKING OUT IN THE MUD PIT

BUT EKING OUT AN OFF-LOAD...

OKAY.

I KNOW HOW MUCH WEIGHT WE HAVE

'CAUSE I JUST SIGNED THE FISH TICKET,

SO WHOEVER CAN GUESS EXACTLY HOW MUCH WE HAVE

WITHOUT GOING OVER WINS 300 BIG ONES FROM ME.

-OH, . -YEAH!

Narrator: CAPTAIN JAKE ANDERSON IS FEELING GENEROUS.

HOW MUCH YOU THINK WE GOT?

46,000.

OKAY. YOU CAN'T GO OVER.

IF YOU GO OVER, YOU'RE OUT.

-RIGHT, RIGHT. -OKAY.

-46,100. -HANG ON.

-43,000 POUNDS.

-46,500. -46,500?

DAMN IT! YOU WON!

-OH!

-YEAH! -YEAHHHHH!

I WON!

Narrator: THE LUCKY WINNER --

SEAN DUNLOP, SAGADECK BOSS.

YOU GUYS DID AWESOME.

NO. HE'S NOT EXCITED.

-YEAH! -YEAH!

WE HAD ABOUT $500,000 WORTH OF GROSS PRODUCT.

Narrator: WITH ONLY 36% OF HIS KING-CRAB QUOTA DELIVERED...

Jake: I GOT TO CATCH CRAB QUICKLY ENOUGH

TO WHERE I CAN BUY A STAKE IN THIS BOAT.

I WANT TO BE A PARTNER.

Narrator: ...JAKE MUST CHANGE HIS LUCK TO HAVE A SHOT AT BOAT OWNERSHIP.

I'M HEARING RUMORS OF WEATHER COMING.

I KNOW IT'S GONNA BLOW 40 KNOTS.

I KNOW THE SEAS ARE GONNA BE 20-FOOTERS,

AND I'M IN A RUSH.

Narrator: THE SEASON'S FIRST ARCTIC BLOW MAY BE APPROACHING,

BUT WITH A BOAT TO BUY INTO, JAKE PLANS TO HEAD OUT ANYWAY.

I'M ALL FIRED UP AND READY TO GO.

Jake: HOPEFULLY WE CAN GET OUT OF HERE

AND GO CATCH THE REST OF OUR CRAB.

WE DELIVERED ABOUT 46,000 POUND...

Sean: AAAAAAH! OHHH!

OH, MAN. KILLS ME.

-JAKE!

Sean: AAAAH! DAMN IT!

PULL MY SHIRT OFF, PLEASE. -I GOT IT.

I GOT TO KEEP PRESSURE ON THIS THING RIGHT NOW.

Man: YEAH, KEEP PRESSURE ON IT.

-SEAN JUST STABBED HIMSELF. -WHAT?

-SEAN STABBED HIMSELF. - DAMN IT.

OW!

-THAT GOOD? -YEAH.

Jake: YOU READY? IT'S GONNA HURT LIKE A MOTHER .

AAAAH! DAMN IT. THAT REALLY STINGS!

OHHHHH!

OHHH.

ROGER, ROGER.

OH.

SEAN JUST PUT A KNIFE IN HIS SIDE.

I DON'T KNOW EXACTLY.

HE'S GETTING RUSHED OFF RIGHT NOW TO THE CLINIC.

Narrator: FEARING INTERNAL BLEEDING OR WORSE,

JAKE RUSHES SEAN TO THE CLINIC...

HE TOOK ONE OF THESE KNIFES -- A VICKY KNIFE --

STUCK IT IN HIS JACKET POCKET, AND HE BENDED OVER,

AND HE JABBED HIMSELF IN THE SIDE WITH IT.

Narrator: ...HIS PLANNED DEPARTURE ON INDEFINITE HOLD.

I HOPE HE'S ALL RIGHT. THAT WAS PRETTY UGLY, THOUGH.

BUT REALLY -- ACTUALLY, IT REALLY COULD BE.

Narrator: AS DAY BECOMES NIGHT,

THE CLOCK CONTINUES TO TICK.

-BE CAREFUL. -OH, YEAH.

Sean: WELL, I STUCK IT IN THE RIB.

I PULLED IT OUT. IT WAS IN THERE A GOOD INCH.

Narrator: SIX STITCHES AND A ROUND OF ANTIBIOTICS LATER,

SEAN IS BACK ON THE BOAT.

Sean: YEAH.

Narrator: BUT IT'S YET TO BE DETERMINED IF HE'S LAME

OR GAME FOR THE GRUELING TRIP AHEAD.

Jake: HE'S A HUGE PART OF THE BOAT.

IF I LOST SEAN, MY WHOLE OPERATION SUFFERS.

I DON'T KNOW IF HE CAN WORK,

AND I STILL HAVE A WHOLE SEASON TO GO.

Narrator: WITH 80,000 POUNDS OF KING CRAB LEFT TO CATCH...

Jake: ALL RIGHT, EVERYBODY. YOU GUYS READY?

LET'S GO.

LET THEM FLY.

Narrator: ...JAKE'S DEPENDING ON HIS VETERAN DECK BOSS

TO BE TOUGH ENOUGH

TO TAKE A STAB WOUND...

AND KEEP ON FISHING.

Jake: I DON'T KNOW WHAT'S GONNA HAPPEN,

BUT I NEED HIM TO GET BACK OUT THERE.

IT'S FULL THROTTLE OR NOTHING.

Narrator: 290 MILES NORTH...

Bill: IT IS A GNARLY MORNING.

THERE'S SOME GOOD CURLERS HERE.

Narrator: ...THE SUMMER BAYCOLLIDES WITH THE LEADING EDGE OF THE STORM.

NORMALLY THE WAVES COME IN A PATTERN, YOU KNOW?

THEY'RE -- THESE ARE ALL...

IT'S A CONFUSED STATE,

MUCH LIKE SOME OF MY GUYS -- CONFUSED STATE.

WE'RE EXPERIENCING THE BEGINNING STAGES

OF A BIG STORM A-BREWING.

Narrator: STEERING CLEAR OF THE CROWDED WESTERN MUD PIT PAID OFF

FOR CAPTAIN WILD BILL WICHROWSKI.

THIS IS OUR HONEY HOLE. HOPE IT STILL HOLDS UP.

Narrator: NOW HE CONTINUES TO WORK THAT SAME VEIN OF CRAB

ON THE NORTHERN KING GROUNDS.

WE KNOW THERE'S LIFE DOWN HERE, AND BILL HAS FOUND SOME CRAB...

Bill: TRYING TO CATCH THE LAST 1,000 CRAB

SO WE CAN FINISH THIS DELIVERY.

TALK ABOUT CLAWING OUR WAY TO THIS QUOTA.

WE'RE ALMOST OVER. WE'RE ALMOST OUT OF HERE!

Narrator: THE CREW HUSTLES TO SET THEIR POTS

BEFORE THE FULL FORCE OF THE STORM HITS.

WE'RE JUST OUT HERE WAITING ON ERIK.

Narrator: BUT HUSTLING ISN'T EXACTLY

GREENHORN ERIK'S STRONG SUIT.

ERIK'S NOT OUT HERE AGAIN.

I DON'T KNOW WHAT HIS PROBLEM IS.

Tim: ERIK'S A LITTLE BIT LATE.

HE'S LATE EVERY SINGLE STRING, THOUGH.

Bill: YEAH, JUST BOMBS AWAY WHENEVER.

LET THEM GO.

Erik: I CAN'T WAIT TO GET BACK TO DUTCH HARBOR.

I'M GONNA PUT ON A CLEAN OUTFIT, DO MY HAIR,

FIND SOME CHICKS, SMOKE A BIG FATTY.

Bill: ERIK'S THE OFFSPRING OF A BLENDED FAMILY,

AND BOTH NAMES ARE PROMINENT,

AND I DON'T THINK HE'S EVER HAD TO WORK BEFORE IN HIS LIFE.

ERIK, IF ALL THE FLIGHTS ARE BOOKED AFTER BAIRDI,

ARE WE GONNA GET YOUR PARENTS' JET

TO COME AND PICK US UP IN DUTCH?

ERIK WANTED A CHANCE TO PROVE TO THE WORLD

THAT HE'S NOT LAZY.

HE CAN START A JOB AND FINISH IT.

WE GAVE HIM THE SHOT.

SO FAR HE HASN'T DONE .

I'VE BITCHED AT HIM, BUT HE DOESN'T GET IT.

Narrator: FOR THE PAST 14 DAYS...

GET YOUR ASS OUT ON DECK

WITH THE REST OF THE CREW, YOU LAZY !

Narrator: ...BILL MOTIVATED HIS GREENHORN

THE OLD-SCHOOL WAY -- YELLING, MOSTLY.

Bill: YOU'RE MESSING WITH MY LIVELIHOOD,

YOU SUCKER!

DO YOU UNDERSTAND ?

THAT'S ABOUT AS HARD AS I'VE CHEWED ANYBODY'S ASS

FOR A LONG TIME, BUT YOU JUST GOT TO DO THE JOB.

THERE'S NO EXCUSES.

TODAY'S GONNA BE CRUNCH TIME, AND HONESTLY,

EVEN A FAIR SET OF HANDS IN THIS CONDITION

BEATS NO SET OF HANDS.

Narrator: WITH NO WAY TO CHANGE GREENHORNS...

WE ONLY GOT FOUR GUYS, SO I NEED TO MAKE IT WORK.

Narrator: ...THE CAPTAIN CHANGES TACTICS.

HEY, ERIK.

WHEN YOU ASKED ME ABOUT COMING UP HERE,

YOU ASKED ME ABOUT 30 TIMES, AND I SAID NO.

I SAID IT'S A DEGRADING JOB WHEN YOU'RE NEW.

IT'S HARDER WORK THAN YOU'VE EVER SEEN

IN WEATHER THAN YOU'RE USED TO,

AND YOU KEPT TELLING ME YOU WANT TO DO IT.

WELL, YOU'RE NOT DOING IT, DUDE,

AND TO HAVE AN OPPORTUNITY TO DO THIS SUCCESSFULLY

IS SOMETHING YOU'LL TAKE WITH YOU FOREVER,

BUT TO WALK AWAY FROM IT IN FAILURE --

THAT'S GONNA STAY WITH YOU, TOO.

LET'S SEE HOW IT GOES.

NOW IT'S ON HIM. IT'S NOT ON ME.

IT'S EITHER STEP UP AND BETTER YOURSELF

OR LET US DOWN.

Narrator: 50 MILES SOUTH...

...ON THE WESTERN EDGE OF THE STORM...

-WHOA! -WHOA.

THERE'S A LOT OF POWER COMING OUT OF THESE WAVES.

IT IS A LITTLE BIT NAUTICAL TODAY.

Narrator: ...THE CORNELIA MARIECLASHES

WITH 25-FOOT SEAS AND 40-KNOT WINDS.

THESE GUYS ARE EARNING IT TODAY.

Men: YEAH!

-HELL YEAH! -HOLY , MAN.

-WHOA-HO! -YEAH!

Josh: THAT'S WHAT I'M TALKING ABOUT!

THAT'S MONEY IN THE BANK, BABY.

Narrator: AFTER MOVING OUT OF THE MUD PIT...

BUSINESS BE BOOMING.

Narrator: ...SKIPPERS JOSH HARRIS AND CASEY McMANUS...

YEAH!

Narrator: ...TRACK THE HORDE

ACROSS THE WESTERN KING CRAB GROUNDS.

OURS.

Man: YEAH!

Josh: OUR FAR-WEST STRING IS REALLY KICKING ASS.

WE SET A BUNCH OF GEAR OUT.

THIS STUFF TO THE WEST SHOWED SOME SIGNS OF LIFE,

SO YOU JUST GOT TO START GOING OFF IT.

Men: YEAH!

Narrator: LESS THAN 48 HOURS FROM THEIR OFF-LOAD DATE...

WE GET TWO MORE STRINGS LIKE THAT,

WE'RE GONNA BE GOING IN.

WE'LL MAKE OUR FIRST DELIVERY.

WE NEEDED 35,000 POUNDS ONBOARD.

Narrator: ...NAILING THEIR TARGET WEIGHT

KEEPS THEM ON TRACK

TO TAKE THEIR BUSINESS TO THE NEXT LEVEL

AND IMPRESSING THE POWERS THAT BE.

Josh: WE GET THIS CRAB FAST,

THE PEOPLE THAT ARE LEASING THEIR QUOTA OUT

ARE GONNA RECOGNIZE THIS AND BE LIKE,

"THESE GUYS GOT A GREAT OPERATION."

WHOO!

AND THEY'LL MOST LIKELY GIVE US

MILLION DOLLARS' WORTH OF QUOTA,

SO WE'RE PRAYING, PRAYING, PRAYING

THAT WE HAVE A GREAT SEASON.

-YEAH! -LOOK AT THAT BIG FOOT.

YEAH! MM!

ALL RIGHT. WHAT HAVE WE GOT IN THIS LITTLE BAG OF TRICKS?

-WATCH OUT! -AAH!

WHAT IN THE FLYING ?

Narrator: ON THE CORNELIA MARIE...

ALL RIGHT. WHAT HAVE WE GOT IN THIS LITTLE BAG OF TRICKS?

-WATCH OUT! -AAH!

WHAT IN THE FLYING ?

AAAAAH!

YOU ALL RIGHT, TAYLOR?

Man: COME ON, MAN. YOU'RE FINE.

-I GOT IT. I GOT IT. -OKAY.

-OKAY.

Narrator: ...DECKHAND TAYLOR JENSEN

CATCHES HIS FINGER IN THE COILER...

Josh: TAYLOR, COME UP HERE.

Narrator: ...LEAVING THE CREW SHORTHANDED

IN A QUICKLY BUILDING STORM.

THIS IS MY LAST PAIR OF GLOVES THAT ISN'T BLOOD-STAINED.

TAYLOR KNOW HE DID SOMETHING SOMEWHERE.

HE'S GETTING PUNISHED FOR IT.

Narrator: LAST YEAR...

AAAAH!

...THE HARD-LUCK GREENHORN WAS INJURED...

-AAAH! -...A LOT.

Taylor: HEY, I'M BLEEDING. I'M BLEEDING.

IT LOOKED LIKE THAT HURT.

WHY DOES THIS ALWAYS HAPPEN TO ME?

YOU ONLY GET ONE BRAIN, TAYLOR.

I'M SORRY.

Narrator: NOW THE LATEST IN HIS LONG LINE OF SUFFERING...

...A FINGER RIPPED OPEN BY THE COILER.

Casey: IT'S NOT LIKE THAT'S GONNA HEAL.

IT'S GONNA DRY OUT,

AND THEN IT'S GONNA HURT LIKE HELL TO PEEL OFF.

YOU KNOW WHAT YOU SHOULD DO?

GO GET LITTLE, LIKE...SCISSORS?

YEAH, LIKE MAYBE THOSE LITTLE ONES.

FINGERNAIL CLIPPERS?YEAH.

NEEDING TO REMOVE THE SHEARED SKIN TO DRESS THE WOUND...

ALL RIGHT. YEAH.

YOU'RE A BERING SEA CRABBER.

PUT YOUR HAND DOWN.

...THE SAME DECKHAND STAPLE THAT STABBED SEAN DUNLOP

NOW BECOMES CASEY'S SCALPEL.

OH, BOY. LOOK AT THIS THING.

ON THREE. ONE, TWO...

SORRY, BUDDY.

AAAAH!

DAMN IT.

AAAAH!

I GOT IT.

FIXED IT.

POOR TAYLOR, MAN.

HE TAKES A BEATING ON THIS BOAT, THAT KID.

I MEAN, THIS WHOLE CREW -- WE'VE GOT INCREDIBLY TOUGH GUYS.

IF WE CAN PUSH THROUGH THE NIGHT,

YOU GOT YOUR QUOTA.

NEVER A DULL MOMENT.

Narrator: WITH TAYLOR BANDAGED AND BACK ON THE FRONT LINE,

THE CREW IS READY FOR A FIGHT...

-WHOA! -...AND SO IS THE STORM.

Casey: OH, THE WEATHER IS DEFINITELY PICKING UP,

AND IT'S GONNA GET WORSE HERE IN A LITTLE BIT,

BUT WE GOT TO GET AS MUCH CRAB INTO TOWN AS WE CAN.

I THINK WE'RE GONNA GET TOSSED.

Narrator: ON THE SOUTHWESTERN EDGE OF THE ARCTIC BLAST...

HERE COMES ANOTHER BIG ONE RIGHT HERE.

Narrator: ...IS THE SAGA.

WE JUST GOT BACK ON THE GROUND AFTER OFF-LOADING...

HOPEFULLY OUR POTS ARE LOADED.

YOU BE CAREFUL OF THE RAIL, OKAY?

I GOT ALL MY GEAR IN THIS SPOT JUST SOAKING THEM UP.

Narrator: AFTER MISSING OUT ON THE MUD-PIT BONANZA,

JAKE IS BACK ON TRACK THANKS TO 90 FULL POTS

FROM PARTNER SEAN DWYER.

Jake: I CAN'T BUY THE STAKE IN THIS BOAT

WITHOUT THIS TRIP GOING WELL.

Narrator: NOW AFTER A FOUR-DAY SOAK,

THE YOUNG CAPTAIN BANKS ON THE SAME GROUNDS

TO KEEP PAYING OFF.

MY MAIN GUY, SEAN, GOT STABBED BY HIS OWN KNIFE.

IT'S RIGHT WHEN I NEED HIM MOST.

I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHAT TO SAY ABOUT IT.

SO YOU'LL GET THREE BIG MONSTER WAVES.

THEN IT'LL FLATTEN OUT.

SO YOU'LL LOOK ON YOUR TURN,

AND YOU'LL TRY TO TIME IT TO THE LULL.

YOU'RE ALWAYS JUST WATCHING THE WAVES.

YOU KNOW, IF I HAVE TO WATCH THE CREW ALL THE TIME,

I CAN'T HAUL GEAR EFFICIENTLY,

AND I CAN'T DO IT SAFELY, EITHER.

SEAN'S THE ONE THAT KEEPS THE CREW IN LINE

IF I CAN'T KEEP THEM IN LINE.

THAT'S WHY HE'S MY DECK BOSS.

YOU GONNA BE OKAY?

Sean: SURE.

I WAS LEAKING PRETTY GOOD.

I'M NOT FEELING FAINT-ISH OR ANYTHING.

BUT IT'S DEEP, MAN.

WELL, I KNOW RIGHT NOW,

YOU KNOW, WE GOT ROUGH WEATHER.

I CANNOT FISH IN THIS

WITH THIS CREW OUT THERE WITHOUT YOU,

AND YOU'RE WITH ABOUT THREE PEOPLE OUT THERE.

YOU'RE NOT LOSING ME.

YOU KNOW I'M NOT LETTING YOU GUYS DOWN.

ALL RIGHT. LET'S DO IT.

Jake: ALL RIGHT, FELLAS. SEAN'S COMING OUT.

LET'S GET READY TO START FISHING.

Man: WHOOOOO! YEAH!

NOT EVEN A STAB WOUND CAN BRING SEAN DOWN!

YEAH.

ALL RIGHT. HERE WE GO.

Man: LET'S GO! LET'S GO, BOYS!

Jake: I'VE GOT TO GET 80,000 POUNDS,

AND I'M PRETTY SURE I GOT HALF OF IT IN MY GEAR.

COME ON, CRAB!

AHHH!

FISHING, MAN.

ONE FIVE.

ONE FIVE?

ONE FIVE.

NUMBERS ARE GARBAGE RIGHT NOW.

-AHHHH! -AH, DAMN IT!

-NO GOOD! -POOP!

Narrator: WITH 80,000 POUNDS OF QUOTA STILL TO CATCH...

I'M JUST SO, LIKE, APPALLED.

THERE ARE NO CRAB HERE, AND NOW WE'RE ON THE HUNT AGAIN.

Narrator: ...JAKE STARTS HIS KING CRAB SEARCH ANEW.

BUT I'M GONNA KEEP HITTING IT.

I'M GONNA KEEP GAMBLING.

I'M GONNA KEEP CHUCKING THEM OUT THERE.

Narrator: 295 MILES NORTH OF DUTCH HARBOR...

IT'S BLOWING ABOUT 30.

Narrator: ...IN THE HEART OF THE ARCTIC FLOE...

THERE'S BIG TIDES RIGHT NOW, OBVIOUSLY.

IT'S CONFUSED AND LUMPY, LIKE A WASHING MACHINE.

Narrator: ...BATTERED BY 25-FOOT SEAS AND 45-KNOT WINDS...

WE'RE FISHING A LITTLE BIT ON GROUNDS

THAT ALREADY BEEN COVERED, AND IT'S A COUPLE DAYS LATER.

Narrator: ...CAPTAIN WILD BILL WICHROWSKI

GUIDES THE SUMMER BAY

TOWARD THE TOP OF A 50-POT STRING.

YOU NEVER KNOW HOW THIS STUFF GOES.

THESE THINGS COULD HAVE GOT UP AND WALKED AWAY, TOO.

Narrator: WORKING A SMALL SLIVER OF CRAB FOR THE LAST 14 DAYS,

THE VETERAN SKIPPER LOOKS FOR IT TO PAY OFF JUST ONE LAST TIME.

IT'S GNARLY OUT, AND IT'S CONTINUING TO BUILD.

LOOK AT THAT ONE.

Bill: HEY, IS ERIK OUT THERE?

YEAH. ERIK IS OUT HERE.

HE'S OUT THERE DOING BAIT NOW.

IT'S A PRETTY COOL DEAL.

Narrator: 24 HOURS AGO, WITH THE STORM CLOSING IN,

BILL TOOK A DIFFERENT TACK

HOPING TO REACH HIS CHRONICALLY LATE GREENHORN.

I'M NOT A BLEEDING HEART. I'M NOT...

I'M JUST THE OPPOSITE.

Narrator: FOR NOW, IT LOOKS LIKE HE MAY HAVE GOTTEN THROUGH.

Bill: LET'S SEE IF HE CAN TAKE THE ENERGY,

FOCUS IN ON WHAT WE NEED TO DO,

HELP THE CREW OUT, MAKE THIS THING GO SMOOTHER.

WHO KNOWS?

FIRST POT, FIRST STRING. HERE WE GO.

SEE WHAT HAPPENS.

I NEED TO SEE SOME LIFE FOR THIS FIRST TWO STRINGS.

COME ON, BABY. SPARK FOR ME, HERE.

AW, MAN.

UGH!

TWO CRAB, ZERO-TWO.

THAT'S NO GOOD.

TEENS, BABY. GET ME SOME TEENS.

OHHHHHH! NOT GOOD.

WHAT IS GOING ON HERE?

ONE.

I GOT, LIKE...

LIKE, A CRAZYSTRESS HEADACHE.

LOOK OUT!

COME ON! COME ON!

OH, THE BERING SEA -- SHE'S GETTING PISSY!

YEAH, I HAD -- . I NEEDED BOTH HANDS.

I COULDN'T YELL.

I HAD ONE ON THE JOG AND ONE ON THE THROTTLE.

OH! OH, NOOOO!

ZERO!

SCRAMBLING FOR 1,000 CRAB.

AS THE HOURS CLICK ON, IT'S HARDER AND HARDER

TO CATCH .

IT IS A NARROW BAND, I'LL TELL YOU.

Narrator: BILL'S PRODUCTIVE POCKET OF CRAB IS ON THE MOVE.

AH, I DON'T KNOW.

I'M FOOLISH ENOUGH TO RE-BAIT THIS THING, I GUESS.

Narrator: STACKING ON AND STEAMING TO NEW GROUNDS

COULD TAKE DAYS.

YOU KNOW, LEAVE IT IN THE LUNCH ROOM.

WE'RE GONNA BAIT THEM.

WE'RE GONNA RUN THEM FOR A COUPLE MILES

AND RIDE THIS THING BACK IN HERE,

AND THEN WE'LL JUST START IN THE MORNING AND HOPE FOR THE BEST.

Narrator: INSTEAD, THE CAPTAIN WILL SHUFFLE HIS POTS...

AAAH!

...CHASING WHAT'S LEFT OF THE SMALL SCHOOL.

-WE'RE GONNA STAY HERE... -WHOO!

Nick: ...A LITTLE BIT LONGER.

WE JUST WORK UNTIL CAPTAIN WILD BILL TELLS US TO STOP,

AND THEN WE STOP.

IT'S CRAB FISHING.

Narrator: ON THE SOUTHERN EDGE OF THE ARCTIC STORM...

-ALL RIGHT. HERE WE GO. -THROW IT OVER!

-THROW IT OVER! -WHOO!

WE GOT TO COVER GROUND UNTIL I FIND SOMETHING.

Narrator: ...SAGACAPTAIN JAKE ANDERSON PROSPECTS

IN THE MALICE OF THE MIGHTY TEMPTRESS.

-GO! -AAAH!

I'M JUST SETTING ON THE BEST SIGNS OF LIFE.

Narrator: FORCED TO STACK AND RUN FROM LOW NUMBERS...

I JUST NEED A LITTLE BIT OF LUCK.

Narrator: ...THE YOUNG SKIPPER SPREADS HIS GEAR WIDE...

GOING OVER!

...IN SEARCH OF THE MOVING BIOMASS.

A LITTLE OPTIMISTIC,

BUT WE NEED ALL OUR GEAR OUT HERE ON THE CRAB,

GET SOME PRODUCTION GOING ON AROUND HERE.

Narrator: AND WHILE JAKE'S DECK BOSS, SEAN DUNLOP,

SUFFERED A STABBING...

Jake: I TRUST SEAN TO THE FULLEST.

I CAN TRUST HIM WHEN HE SAYS, "I CAN WORK."

Narrator: ...JAKE'S DONE BLEEDING TIME AND MONEY.

I'M HELL-BENT ON BEING A TOP COMPETITOR --

HELL-BENT ON IT.

Man: GOING OVER!

RIGHT NOW EVERYBODY'S FIGHTING --

FIGHTING WEATHER, FIGHTING LOW NUMBERS,

FIGHTING INJURY.

OH!

THIS IS WHEN YOU DECIDE IF YOU'RE GONNA SUCCEED OR FAIL.

I'LL DO WHATEVER IT TAKES.

I'LL SWIM IN HERE NAKED IF I HAVE TO.

Narrator: ON THE KING CRAB GROUNDS...

LOOK. RIGHT THERE. IT'S A RAINBOW.

Man: WHOA!

THE FIRST ARCTIC STORM OF THE SEASON

YIELDS TO A HIGHER POWER...

DOUBLE RAINBOW -- HOPEFULLY THAT'S A GOOD SIGN.

Narrator: ...AND THE CORNELIA MARIE

LOOKS FOR THEIR POT OF RED GOLD.

SON OF A...

Narrator: UNFORTUNATELY FOR CO-CAPTAINS JOSH HARRIS

AND CASEY McMANUS...

DESERT. DESERT 100.

...THERE'S NO POT OF CRAB AT THE END OF THE RAINBOW.

NOT SO SEXY.

SEVEN!

THAT'S NOT VERY MANY.

WE GOT 32,589 ON THE BOAT.

WE NEED TO DELIVER 35,000 POUNDS.

Narrator: BASED ON A SEVEN-POUND CRAB AVERAGE,

CASEY ESTIMATES THEY'RE ABOUT 2,400 POUNDS

SHORT OF THEIR TARGET WEIGHT.

THAT AIN'T GONNA DO IT.

WITH THESE NUMBERS,

I DON'T KNOW IF WE'RE QUITE THERE YET, JOSH.

WE MIGHT HAVE TO GO SET ANOTHER STRING BACK.

WE GOT EYEBALLS LOOKING AT US

TO POSSIBLY GIVE US MORE QUOTA

IF WE DO OUR JOB AND DO IT RIGHT,

AND IF WORD GETS OUT THAT WE DIDN'T CATCH

WHAT WE COMMITTED TO ALREADY, HOW DO YOU THINK

THAT'S GONNA PLAY OUT FOR US GETTING MORE CRAB?

-NO BUENO! -11.

FEEL PRETTY CONFIDENT THAT WE'VE GOT OUR NUMBER.

I THINK WE'VE GOT A GREAT AVERAGE WEIGHT.

CRAB ARE BIG.

I THINK WE'RE DEFINITELY SOLID RIGHT NOW.

Narrator: JOSH IS BETTING THAT

BECAUSE THE CRAB ARE BIGGER AND HEAVIER,

THEY'LL MAKE UP FOR THE SHORTAGE IN NUMBERS.

I THINK WE DELIVER.

35,000 POUNDS I GUARANTEE IS ON THIS BOAT.

SCREW IT.

IF YOU'RE THAT CONFIDENT IN IT, WE'LL GO IN,

BUT, I MEAN, I THINK WE'RE CUTTING IT CLOSE, DUDE.

I GOT FAITH.

THAT MAKES ONE OF US.

Narrator: 40 MILES NORTH...

...ON THE SUMMER BAY...

Bill: WE'RE STILL STRUGGLING TO GET THOSE LAST FEW HUNDRED CRAB.

Narrator: ...WHILE WEATHERING THE STORM...

Bill: FISHING WAS REAL SLOW FOR US THOSE COUPLE DAYS.

I MEAN, THIS IS THE LAST HOPE.

Narrator: ...CAPTAIN WILD BILL SHUFFLED HIS POTS AHEAD OF THE SCHOOL

IN HOPES OF CHASING DOWN AN ELUSIVE VEIN OF KING CRAB

AND FINALLY BRINGING HIS SEASON TO AN END.

Man: FIRST POT.

LET THERE BE CRAB.

PLEASE, GOD, PLEASE.

HERE WE GO.

COME ON, CRAB! DON'T FAIL ME NOW!

THERE WE GO!

THAT'S SOMETHING. SOME COWBOYS.

LOOKING ALL RIGHT?

YEAH, BIG ONES.

YEAAAAAH!

WHOOOOO!

-YEAH! -WHOO!

20 CRAB!

Bill: THAT'S A GOOD START.

NOT TOO BAD. NOT TOO BAD AT ALL.

OH!

-WHOOOO! -YEAH!

-YEAH, BABY!

Bill: ERIK'S SOMEWHAT FOCUSED.

HE'S WHERE HE'S SUPPOSED TO BE ON TIME HERE.

23 -- TWO THREE.

Narrator: BILL'S CRAB COUNT IS LOOKING UP.

DOING A GOOD JOB, ERIK.

AND HIS GREENHORN, ERIK, IS STEPPING UP.

Landon: WE'RE DOING PRETTY DAMN GOOD.

WE'RE ALL WORKING AS A TEAM TOGETHER.

-WHOO-HOO! -YEAH, BABY!

YEAH!

WE'RE A HANDFUL OF CRAB AWAY FROM WRAPPING THE HARVESTING UP.

-WHOO! -YEAH!

-WHOO! -YEAH, BOY!

-YEAH! -WHOO!

WELL, I GUESS WE'RE GONNA HAVE WHAT WE NEED.

LET'S GO AHEAD AND STACK THESE FOR TOWN, GUYS.

-YEAH! -WHOO!

-YEAH! -WHOO!

WE'RE GOING HOME!

-YEAH! -WHOO!

-WHOO-HOO-HOO! -YEAH!

I'LL TELL YOU -- AS MANY YEARS AS I'VE DONE THIS,

THERE'S NOTHING BETTER THAN SEEING HAPPY CREW.

♪ BYE-BYE, BIRDIE I AM GONE ♪

Narrator: WITH THEIR KING CRAB IN THE TANK,

EACH DECKHAND POCKETS $13,000.

♪ BYE-BYE, BIRDIE I AM GONE ♪

HEY, ERIK.

Narrator: AND GREENHORN ERIK CASHES IN A HARD-EARNED

HALF SHARE WORTH 6 GRAND.

I THINK FOR ANY GREENHORN, THE MAIN OBJECTIVE IS TO SURVIVE

AND SHOW A LITTLE IMPROVEMENT, WHICH HE'S DONE.

♪ YOU DON'T SEE ME WALKING HERE I AM ♪

Bill: I KNOW THOSE LAST ONES DIDN'T COME EASY.

THANKS FOR HANGING IN THERE WITH ME.

YOU GUYS ARE THE BEST.

-ALL RIGHT! -WHOO!

-YEAH! -WHOO!

GOOD STUFF, ERIK.

♪ YOU WON'T HEAR ME TALK ♪

♪ BYE-BYE, BIRDIE I'M GONE ♪

Narrator: 125 MILES AWAY...

Jake: I'VE GOT TO GET 80,000 POUNDS.

Narrator: ...AND A LONG WAY FROM ENDING THEIR SEASON...

Jake: THIS FIRST POT -- I DON'T KNOW WHAT'S HERE.

Narrator: ...SAGACAPTAIN JAKE ANDERSON

LOOKS TO A WIDE SWATH OF STRINGS HE SET

TO ZERO BACK IN ON THE MOVING CRAB HORDE.

I DON'T WANT TO GET TOO EXCITED

ABOUT WHAT'S IN IT OR WHAT'S NOT IN IT

'CAUSE ULTIMATELY IF THERE'S NOTHING IN IT,

I'M GONNA BE VERY, VERY DEPRESSED.

LET'S GO!

LET'S GO, BOYS!

LET'S GET THIS DONE!

I'M JUST HOPING FOR THE BEST HERE RIGHT NOW.

HOPE WE SEE SOME...

I'D LIKE TO SEE AT LEAST 20s.

20s CAN GET IT DONE HERE.

SHOULD TELL US SOMETHING, THOUGH.

HERE WE GO.

TUNE IN. WE'LL FIND OUT.

Jake: PLEASE, PLEASE, FOR THE LOVE OF GOD,

GIVE ME SOME DAMN CRAB!

Narrator: THIS WEEK ON "SALTY TAKES"...

OH, I GOT HIT IN THE NUTS BY A DOOR.

THE HINGE BROKE ON THE FORWARD SIDE,

SO THE WHOLE DOOR JUST SWUNG IN,

RIGHT IN MY NUTS.

I HOPE YOU'RE NOT LOOKING FOR ANY FIRST AID FROM ME.

I JUST NEED YOU TO KEEP AN EYE ON IT FOR ME.

YOU BETTER GO ICE HER DOWN.

ALL RIGHT.

-SORRY, BUDDY. -HEY.

I'LL MAKE IT.

I'LL PUT IT IN THE LOGBOOK.

"NICK GOT NUTTED."

OH, THE CAPTAIN TOLD ME TO ICE MY NUTS.

OHHHH.

ICING MY NUTS WITH SOME BLUEBERRIES MY MOTHER PICKED.

SORRY, MOM.

Narrator: THE DOOR'S CLOSED ON

THE SUMMER BAY'S KING CRAB SEASON

AND ON NICK'S PACKAGE.

Jake: LET'S GO, BOYS! LET'S GET THIS DONE!

Narrator: ABOARD THE SAGA...

Jake: LET'S GO!

PLEASE, PLEASE, FOR THE LOVE OF GOD,

GIVE ME SOME DAMN CRAB!

Narrator: ...JAKE IS PROSPECTING OVER A WIDE AREA,

HOPING TO HONE IN ON THE MOBILE BIOMASS.

OH, MAN.

COME ON.

-HEY-OH! -WHOO!

LOOKS PRETTY GOOD.

IT'S MAYBE 20, 25. I DON'T KNOW.

HOPEFULLY IT PICKS UP.

WHOO!

PRETTY MUCH EVERY CRAB THAT YOU GET IN THESE POTS

IS GOING INTO THE TANK, AND THAT'S WHAT YOU WANT.

IT'S CALLED A CLEAN SORT.

31 -- THREE ONE!

THREE ONE!

WELL, THAT POT PICKED UP.

WE'RE GOING UP.

IT AIN'T GONNA GET ME TO THE FRONT OF MY WHEELHOUSE, THOUGH.

IF I START SEEING 70s AND 80s, THEY'LL SEE ME OUT FRONT.

THEY'RE ALL KEEPERS -- EVERY ONE!

THINGS ARE DEFINITELY LOOKING UP.

44!

-YEAH, BABY! -44.

WHOO!

Narrator: THE SPIKING NUMBERS MEAN JAKE IS ON THE SCENT.

Jake: YEAH. YEAH, BABY.

THIS IS GOOD.

Narrator: AND IF THE TREND CONTINUES,

HE'LL LAND RIGHT BACK ON TOP

OF THE QUARTER-BILLION-DOLLAR KING CRAB HORDE.

HELL YEAH!

THIS IS GOOD. I WANT GREAT.

TOO MUCH CRAB, NOT ENOUGH PICK, GUYS.

52!

OOH-WHEE!

SEAN...

SEAN -- HE'S ONE OF THE TOUGHEST GUYS THAT I KNOW,

TAKES A STABBING AND KEEPS ON GOING.

WHEN HE WAS YOUNG, HE WAS A GOLDEN-GLOVE BOXER,

SO HE'S LIKE THE ENERGIZER BUNNY.

-WHOO!

-YEAH, MAN! -YEAH!

I THINK THAT'S THE BIGGEST ONE YET!

YEAH, BABY!

RAW! THIS IS CRAB FISHING.

YOU DON'T GO OUT THERE FOR NOTHING.

BROKEN LEG? NOBODY CARES.

PROBLEM AT HOME? NOBODY CARES.

BROKE TWO LEGS? NOBODY CARES.

NOTHING SLOWS DOWN THE OPERATION.

♪ OH, NO AIN'T MACHO LIKE ME ♪

♪ MACHO MACHO ♪

♪ RANDY SAVAGE GIVES YOU A KEY ♪

♪ MACHO MACHO ♪

♪ BRIGHT LIGHTS BIG CITY ♪

♪ MACHO MACHO ♪

Casey: WHAT DO WE GOT THERE, BIG DOG?

Josh: I NEED TO SEE 35,000 POUNDS.

I DON'T KNOW HOW, BUT YOU MADE IT

BY THE SKIN OF YOUR TEETH, MAN.

GOOD JOB.BOOM.

♪ MACHO ♪YEAH.

OH, EVEN A BROKEN CLOCK'S RIGHT TWICE A DAY, BROTHER.

♪ TRANS AMS MUSCLE CARS, TOO ♪

HEY, ERIK.

YEAH.

♪ HARD METAL JERRY REED ♪

♪ MACHO MACHO ♪

-YEAH! -WHOO!

-YEAH! -WHOO!

LET'S DO IT, BABY.

LET'S DO IT! -WHOO!

-YEAH! -WHOO!

-YEAH! -WHOO!

- YEAH! -YEAH!

-WHOO! -NICE CRAB.

YEAH!

YEAH! YEAH!

TODAY WAS GREAT -- HAULED A LOT OF GEAR.

STARTED OUT WITH SOME ROUGH WEATHER,

BUT GOOD FISHING.

I KNEW SEAN WAS GONNA BE OKAY.

STANDING STRONG!

HE WORKED LIKE NOTHING WAS WRONG.

THAT'S WHAT A CRABBER IS.WHOO!

HE FIGHTS, AND HE FIGHTS, AND HE FIGHTS.

-YEAH! -HE FIGHTS TO THAT LAST POT.

YEAH!

SEAN -- BERING SEA CRABBER, WITHOUT A DOUBT.