Original subtitles

Bill: I SWEAR THAT THIS GAME OF CRAB FISHING CAN BE

THE ABSOLUTE BIGGEST EMOTIONAL ROLLER COASTER

OF ANY JOB YOU'D EVER HAVE IN YOUR ENTIRE LIFE.

-ALL RIGHT! -YEAH!

Bill: POT TO POT, STRING TO STRING, DAY TO DAY.

-WHOA! -YEAH!

IT'S A GOOD DAY AT WORK.

Bill: YOU CAN HAVE SOME OF YOUR BEST EMOTIONAL HIGHS...

IT'S PACKED!

WHOO!

Bill: ...AND YOU CAN HIT SOME BOTTOMS YOU NEVER KNEW YOU HAD.

WHAT DID THE DOCTOR SAY?

-LOOK OUT! -OH, NO!

OH, YEAH, IT'S BAD.

Bill: TO DO THIS, WE HAVE TO ENDURE.

Sean: THIS DUDE FOUGHT FOR OUR COUNTRY.

HE'S GONNA SHOW US HOW TOUGH HE REALLY IS.

-THERE ARE NO EXCUSES. -OW!

I WANT TO DO MY JOB.

IF THE JOB WAS EASY, EVERYBODY WOULD DO IT.

ARE YOU KIDDING ME? I GOT THIS.

OW!

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Narrator: JUST 132 MILES NORTHWEST OF DUTCH HARBOR...

Sig: DOWN SOUTH IS A DESERT.

EVERYBODY ELSE WENT WAY UP NORTH, AND WE STAYED.

Narrator: ...LEFT BEHIND BY THE FLEET

WHO HEADED NORTH LONG AGO TO CASH IN ON THE RUSSIAN LINE,

THE NORTHWESTERNPATROLS THE SOUTHERN OPILIO GROUNDS ALONE.

Sig: I'M TRYING TO BE ENTHUSIASTIC HERE.

WE'VE HAD ONE OF THE ROUGHEST STARTS I CAN REMEMBER

FOR MANY DIFFERENT REASONS --

MECHANICAL, ELECTRICAL, PERSONAL.

NEED TO SEE SOME CRAB HERE NOW.

Narrator: THESE SOUTHERN WATERS HAVE BARELY PUT A DENT IN SIG'S

$1.8 MILLION OPILIO QUOTA,

LEAVING HIM SCRAMBLING FOR ANY SIGN OF LIFE.

Sig: YOU READY?

FIRST POT'S COMING UP.

SO, THIS IS A TESTER POT WE THREW OUT LAST NIGHT.

IT'S GOT ABOUT 14 HOURS SOAKED ON IT.

IF THIS THING HITS CRAB, YOU KNOW,

WE JUST BOUGHT SOME REAL ESTATE,

AND THAT'S WHAT WE'RE LOOKING FOR RIGHT NOW.

COME ON, COME ON, COME ON, COME ON, COME ON, COME ON.

OH, NO.

AW.

Narrator: UNFORTUNATELY FOR SIG, THERE'S A GOOD REASON

NO ONE IS FISHING THIS CLOSE TO TOWN.

THAT -- THAT I DON'T LIKE.

YEAH.

THERE'S RUMORS OF FISHING UP NORTH,

AND IT LOOKS REAL GOOD UP THERE.

BUT I HAVE MY REASONS FOR BEING DOWN HERE.

Narrator: JUST TWO DAYS AGO...

WELL, I CAN BE THERE IN --

IN THE NEXT DAY.

Narrator: ...SIG RECEIVED TRAGIC NEWS FROM JUNE,

HIS WIFE AND SOULMATE OF 21 YEARS.

IT SOUNDS LIKE MY WIFE HAS A FORM OF CANCER.

Mandy: SO, RIGHT NOW, WE'RE WAITING FOR WORD TO FIND OUT

HOW BAD IT REALLY IS.

WE WERE PLANNING ON MOVING OUR GEAR UP NORTH.

WE HEARD THERE'S MUCH BETTER FISHING UP THERE.

HOWEVER, BECAUSE OF THE BAD NEWS,

I THINK IT'S BEST THAT WE STAY AS CLOSE TO LAND AS POSSIBLE.

OH, NO!

WE GOT TO PUT THESE POTS ON CRAB.

THAT'S ALL THERE IS TO IT.

IT'LL BE A MISERABLE DAY IF WE DON'T.

Sig: YOU KNOW, THESE NUMBERS ARE TERRIBLE.

BUT WE'RE NOT GOING ANYWHERE UNTIL I KNOW HOW MY WIFE IS.

SHE'S ALWAYS BEEN THERE FOR ME,

AND I WILL BE THERE FOR HER.

UNTIL I HEAR FROM THE DOCTOR,

STICK AND STAY AND MAKE IT PAY.

THAT'S OUR MOTTO.

Narrator: 396 MILES NORTHWEST...

Sean: WELL, LONG WAYS UP HERE.

Narrator: ...THE BRENNA AHAS ARRIVED.

Sean: THIS IS THE FURTHEST NORTH

AND THE FURTHEST WEST I HAVE EVER BEEN.

GETTING CLOSE TO WHERE I WANT TO START SETTING.

HOPEFULLY THERE'S A LOT OF CRAB.

GOT SOME GROUND TO MAKE UP.

FEELING OPTIMISTIC.

SHOWED UP KIND OF LATE TO THE PARTY.

IT'S A NICE BIG HOT SPOT UP HERE.

A LOT OF COMPANY, BUT THAT'S GENERALLY WHAT HAPPENS.

THE BIGGEST THE PILE OF THE MORE FLIES YOU ATTRACT.

Narrator: AFTER STRIKING OUT DOWN SOUTH, CAPTAIN SEAN DWYER

ELBOWS HIS WAY INTO THE MOSH PIT OF THE RUSSIAN LINE,

LOOKING TO PARTY ON THE NORTHERN OPILIO GROUNDS.

THESE BOYS GOT A LONG DAY AHEAD OF THEM.

LET'S SEE HOW THEY DO HERE.

Narrator: BELOW DECK, THE CREW GEARS UP FOR THE COMING SET,

EAGER TO MAKE UP FOR LOST CRAB.

Brandon: LIVING LIKE I'M BACK IN THE MILITARY AGAIN,

SO THAT'S KIND OF EXCITING.

AND, YOU KNOW, GOT MYSELF A LITTLE BUNK,

GET TO PUT UP THE PICTURES OF THE FAMILY.

THAT'S MY LIFE. THEY ARE MY LIFE.

THAT'S WHAT I'M HERE FOR. I DO EVERYTHING FOR THEM.

Narrator: THE BRENNA'SNEWEST CREWMAN IS DECORATED

FORMER MARINE AND NEW HIRE, GREENHORN BRANDON FERRIS.

Brandon: THAT'S IRAQ.

WENT THERE A COUPLE TIMES.

ECHO 25 INFANTRY, BABY.

SO I KNOW WHAT IT'S LIKE TO DO ALL THE GRUNTWORK

AND BE A BOOT AND A GREENHORN ALL OVER AGAIN, SO...

ANYBODY IN THE MARINE CORPS WATCHING THIS,

YOU KNOW WHAT I'M TALKING ABOUT. I'M A BOOT ALL OVER AGAIN.

I'M EXCITED FOR IT, THOUGH. I'M READY.

I'M GRATEFUL AS HELL THAT SEAN GAVE ME THIS OPPORTUNITY.

HERE, IT'S KIND OF THE SAME, LIKE CAMARADERIE.

I CAN ALREADY TELL THAT'S HOW IT IS.

YOU GOT A BROTHERHOOD. I LIKE THAT.

SO I JUST GOT TO WORK AND PROVE TO SEAN

THAT I WANT TO BE HERE AND STAY HERE.

IT'S GONNA HURT AND BE PAINFUL, BUT IN THE END, IT'S WORTH IT.

Sean: TIME TO GET HER DONE, MAN.

ARGH. READY TO PLUNDER THE DEEP?

ROGER! WE'RE READY.

WHOO!

OFF WE GO. BACK AT IT.

WHOO!

SO, HOPEFULLY, WE CAN GET THESE THINGS DIALED IN.

Narrator: JUST UP THE RUSSIAN LINE...

Josh: THE NORTH IS A CRAZY PLACE.

IT'S VAST AND DESOLATE.

THERE AIN'T NOTHING UP HERE EXCEPT FOR CRAB.

Man: LET'S GET IT, BOYS! GET ME SOME CRAB!

...THE CORNELIA MARIECONTINUES TO BOMB THE RUSSIAN LINE.

Josh: AFTER GETTING OUR ASSES KICKED

LIKE RONDA ROUSEY DID TWICE IN A ROW.

WE FEEL LIKE THE FLAG LOOKS UP THERE.

Narrator: AFTER TAKING EVERY LAST BLOW

THAT ARCTIC STORM ELSA COULD MUSTER...

BEEEEP!

...CO-CAPTAINS JOSH HARRIS AND CASEY McMANUS

ARE STILL STANDING AND STILL DEAD SET ON NAILING

THEIR $1.23 MILLION OPILIO QUOTA IN A SINGLE TRIP.

Josh: I'M TELLING YOU, MAN, WE'RE THE PERFECT COMBINATION

OF LUCKY AND GOOD.

WELL, NOW WE'RE GONNA FIND OUT IF WE'RE GOOD,

IF WE CAN STAY ON TOP OF THEM.

WHOO!

Josh: THE GUYS ARE BEATEN AND BATTERED,

BUT I'M PUSHING THEM TO THE MAX.

WE ALL LOVE MONEY. THEY'LL THANK ME LATER,

BECAUSE WE'RE GONNA FILL THIS PUPPY UP.

-GOOD! -WE GOT THREE MORE TO GO.

Man: HEY! OKAY, LET'S GO, LET'S GO.

Jon: OW!

SAY THAT AGAIN?

YOU ALL RIGHT THERE, BIG DOG?

Jon: OH...

GOT MY HAND SMASHED. I'M KIND OF SHAKING IT OFF,

BUT LET'S TAKE THE GLOVE OFF AND SEE WHAT WE GOT,

'CAUSE IT HURTS.

OH, YEAH, IT'S BAD.

OH, IT'S BAD.

LIKE MY DAD SAYS, DON'T PUT YOUR FINGER

WHERE YOU WOULDN'T PUT YOUR PENIS.

OH. OH.

OOH.

WE GOT TO GO SEE CASEY ON THIS ONE.

Casey: WHAT THE HAPPENED TO YOU?

I MAY OR MAY NOT HAVE PUT MY FINGER

IN A COMPROMISED SITUATION DURING THE SET.

OH.

Narrator: AS THE BOAT SHIFTS, THE 800-POUND POT SLIDES STARBOARD,

CRUSHING ENGINEER JON FARRELL'S MIDDLE FINGER

BETWEEN THE CROSSBAR AND THE RAIL,

RESULTING IN A BLUNT-FORCE IMPACT POWERFUL ENOUGH

TO LACERATE THE FINGER DOWN TO THE BONE.

WHOA, THAT'S MEAT, DOG.

OR, IN TECHNICAL TERMS, HE SMASHED THE CRAP OUT OF IT.

-FACEBOOK. -NO. AAH!

-THAT NEEDS SUTURES. -OH, I KNOW.

COME ON.

LET'S STITCH THIS BITCH UP SO I DON'T LOSE YOU ON DECK.

Casey: LIDOCAINE.

BINGO!

SHOULD WE GIVE HIM THE GOOD STUFF OR THE EXPIRED STUFF?

Narrator: IN A RARE MOMENT OF COMPASSION,

CASEY WILL NUMB THE WOUND WITH A LOCAL ANESTHETIC.

BUT HE'LL STILL GET TO JAB THE BONE-DEEP CUT

WITH A 3-INCH NEEDLE.

I ALWAYS WANTED TO DO THAT. I SEEN THAT DONE ON A TV SHOW.

GOD, I'M SHAKING LIKE A LEAF.

I'M GETTING NERVOUS LETTING CASEY DO THIS NOW.

IT'S OKAY, BUD. I'M HERE FOR YOU.

ARE YOU KIDDING ME?

I GOT THIS.

I'LL FIX IT LIKE I'M A PROFESSIONAL.

TRUST ME.

ALL RIGHT.

LITTLE, TINY POKE.

DON'T MOVE YOUR FINGER.

AAH!

DAMN IT!

Jon: AAH!

Narrator: 229 MILES FROM THE NEAREST MEDIC...

Casey: DON'T MOVE YOUR FINGER.

AAH, YOU BITCH!

Narrator: ...CAPTAIN CASEY PREPARES

TO PERFORM SURGERY ON THE GALLEY TABLE...

-OW! -...WHICH IS GOOD OR BAD,

DEPENDING ON WHETHER YOU'RE A PATIENT OR A DINER.

Jon: OW! OH!

AAH!

THAT WAS A GOOD ONE.

MM.

-SCALPEL. -SCALPEL.

-OW! -WHOA, OH, OH.

Jon: SORRY.

THAT'S YOUR SKIN.

-AW. -EW.

OKAY, YOU GUYS GO AWAY.

SERIOUSLY, YOU'RE MAKING ME NERVOUS.

GOT TO YouTube HOW TO DO STITCHES AGAIN.

HANG ON.

YOU READY?

YEAH.

GETTING A FAIRLY GOOD CHUNK OF THE MEAT.

LET'S MAKE OUR SUTURE CLOSE PROPERLY.

LOOP, THROUGH, AND PULL.

HEY, I GOT IT THROUGH.

CONGRATULATIONS.

BOOM. NAILED IT.

Narrator: NINE STITCHES LATER, FARRELL IS BACK

TO FULL STRENGTH -- MOSTLY...

CASEY DID A PRETTY GOOD JOB STITCHING ME UP.

IT'S WHAT MY BEST FRIEND DOES.

I FIX HIS BOAT, HE FIXES MY FINGERS.

...MEANING THE CORNELIA MARIE

CAN GET BACK TO FISHING AFTER A QUICK BITE TO EAT.

-OH, IT'S COLD. -WANT ME TO NUKE IT?

YEAH, PLEASE. I'M SO HUNGRY.

THAT'S ALL I WAS LOOKING FORWARD TO DOING WAS EATING,

AND THEN I SMASHED MY FINGER.

Narrator: 389 MILES AWAY...

OH, MAN.

...IN THE NEARLY DESERTED SOUTHERN OPILIO GROUNDS...

THIS AREA'S REALLY, REALLY WRECKING HAVOC ON US.

THESE NUMBERS ARE TERRIBLE, AND IT'S NOT WHAT WE WANT.

BUT WE DON'T HAVE A CHOICE.

WE'RE NOT GOING ANYWHERE UNTIL I KNOW HOW MY WIFE IS.

Narrator: ...CAPTAIN SIG HANSEN AND THE NORTHWESTERNCREW

SCRAPE UP WHAT LITTLE THEY CAN FIND,

STAYING CLOSE TO LAND AND A POSSIBLE FLIGHT OUT.

THIS CANCER BUSINESS HAS BEEN DRIVING ME NUTS.

OH!

OH, MY GOD. I JUST HATE THIS.

OH, HEYA.

JUNE: Heya.

HEY, DID YOU -- DID YOU GO IN TODAY?

WHAT DID THE DOCTOR SAY?

SO NOTHING SPREAD AND THERE'S NO MORE THAT THEY COULD FIND?

YOU'RE SURE? YOU ARE 100% SURE?

THAT'S GREAT NEWS.

EITHER WAY, I CAN COME HOME.

SNAP A FINGER, AND I'LL BE DOWN.

YEAH.

OKAY.

ALL RIGHT, LOVE YOU.

I'LL GET OFF THIS THING.

Okay.

I WILL. OKAY. LOVE YOU.

AH.

WELL, THAT'S A DAMN RELIEF.

AND SHE'S RIGHT.

IT'S LIKE EVERYBODY ELSE IS COUNTING ON THIS SEASON,

SO YEAH.

I NEEDED TO HEAR THAT.

Narrator: WITH GOOD NEWS ON THE HOMEFRONT...

Sig: WE MIGHT AS WELL GO TO WHERE WE THINK THERE'S STRONGER FISHING,

AND THAT'S UP NORTH.

Narrator: ...SIG TURNS HIS BOW AND HIS FOCUS TO THE RUSSIAN LINE.

Sig: WE'RE GONNA MAKE A MOVE HERE.

JUST GET THESE POTS ON THE BOAT AND HEAD UP THE LINE.

WHOO!

Narrator: THAT MEANS HAULING AND STACKING ALL 120 POTS

SO THEY'LL BE READY FOR BATTLE WITH THE FLEET.

Sig: I REGRET WE DIDN'T START THERE, BUT IT'S JUST --

IT WAS A DIFFERENT YEAR, DIFFERENT THING,

DIFFERENT CIRCUMSTANCES THIS YEAR.

I JUST HOPE THERE'S NO MORE SURPRISES.

Narrator: 386 MILES NORTHWEST ON THE SUMMER BAY...

Bill: WE'RE 1,000 MILES TO NOWHERE, BABY,

AND IT TOOK A LOT OF FUEL TO GET HERE.

I'M STILL NOT GOING LIKE, "WE'RE HERE, WE MADE IT"

UNTIL WE SEE SOME CRAB IN THE GEAR.

Narrator: CAPTAIN WILD BILL WICHROWSKI LOOKS TO REGAIN FOOTING

ON THE NORTHERN GROUNDS

AFTER BEING SIDELINED BY SUPERSTORM ELSA.

I WANT TO BLOW THROUGH AS MUCH GEAR

AS WE CAN TO GET REESTABLISHED AND START HARVESTING.

I REALLY WANT TO HAVE THESE TWO TANKS

FILLED UP DOING OFFLOAD.

YEAH, BE CAREFUL, GUYS.

HOPEFULLY, THIS WILL ALL COME TOGETHER

AND WE CAN GET THESE CRAB CAUGHT AND GET OUT OF HERE.

THAT'S MY MOTIVATIONAL SPEECH.

I'M A MOTIVATIONAL SPEAKER,

AND I LIVE IN A VAN BY THE RIVER.

THIS IS IT, BOYS!

Man: WHOO!

NICK'S ON THE RAIL.

YEAH-HOO!

WHOO-HOO-HOO!

WHOO!

NICK WAS TOUGH ENOUGH TO STICK IT OUT

WITH HIS ANKLE AND RAN THE CRANE,

RAN HYDRAULICS WITH CRUTCHES AND A BRACE.

I KNOW HE MISSED THROWING THE HOOK.

Narrator: AFTER INJURING HIS ANKLE,

DECK BOSS NICK McGLASHAN STEPS BACK INTO HIS KEY ROLE --

KEEPING THE CREW ON TASK TO STUFF THEIR TANKS

BEFORE THEIR NEXT OFFLOAD.

COME ON, MEN!

Bill: COME ON. GIVE ME SOME NUMBERS.

I'M NOT A SUPERSTITIOUS GUY.

THIS IS BULL

-OH, YEAH. -WHOO!

-ALL RIGHT! -YEAH, BABY.

-WHOO-HOO! -OH, YEAH.

Man: WHOO!

WHOO!

WHOO!

LOOKS LIKE WE'RE STARTING OFF WITH A BANG!

STAY WITH ME, BABY.

WHOO!

WHOO!

YEAH!

THIS IS WHAT WE WANT.

YOU KNOW, 100% BETTER THAN WHERE WE LEFT.

AND IT'S ONLY GETTING BETTER POT TO POT.

FIVE-SIX-FIVE. 565.

A NEW HIGH.

WHOO! CRAB LOOKS GREAT.

THE MOVE IS WORKING OUT.

JUST FEELING GOOD.

HOW'D THAT WORK OUT FOR YOU GUYS?

HOW DO YOU LIKE ME NOW?

DO WHAT YOU GOT HERE, MAN. WE'RE ON THE BOAT.

WE'RE GETTING OUT OF HERE BEFORE YOU KNOW IT.

Man: WHOO!

Bill: HOPEFULLY WE GET THE TWO TANKS WE NEED.

BUT ANYTHING CAN CHANGE IN A MINUTE HERE,

SO YOU GOT TO TAKE IT WHILE YOU CAN GET IT.

COMING IN.

OW,

WHAT'D YOU DO, NICK?

I DON'T KNOW. I WAS TRYING TO THROW THE SHOTS IN

AND I...

I DON'T KNOW, SOMETHING POPPED IN MY ARM.

I DON'T KNOW.

LET'S JUST GET THIS ONE DONE, AND I'LL COME UP.

I'M GONNA MAKE IT.

UGH.

Narrator: WHILE TOSSING 60 POUNDS OF LINE INTO THE POT,

NICK THROWS OUT HIS RIGHT ARM.

JUST TRYING TO MAKE IT THROUGH THIS STRING.

Bill: HE'S ONLY USING ONE HAND. HE NEVER USES ONE HAND.

HE'S NOT EVEN MOVING HIS ARM.

WHAT THE HELL, NICK?

-PUSH! -PUSH!

Bill: AND I WANTED TO GO TO TOWN WITH TWO TANKS OF CRAB.

I SEE THAT PLAN KIND OF GOING...

Narrator: 528 MILES NORTHWEST OF DUTCH HARBOR, ON THE RUSSIAN LINE...

YO, I KNOW IT'S COLD OUT.

GET LOOSE, STAY WARM.

OOH, CODFISH.

IT'S GOOD.

Narrator: ...AFTER SETTING HIS FIRST STRING OF CRAB POTS

IN THE NORTH, BRENNA ACAPTAIN SEAN DWYER

RELOADS HIS BAIT TANKS WITH A HAUL OF COD.

Sean: THE PLAN TODAY IS TO RIP THROUGH THE COD GEAR,

GET THE BAIT PRIMED UP,

AND THEN RALLY THROUGH THE STRINGS

WE SET UP NORTH HERE YESTERDAY.

Man: WHOO!

BIG.

BRANDON PICKED THAT UP PRETTY QUICK.

Narrator: GREENHORN BRANDON FERRIS MAY BE NEW TO THE CRABBER GRIND,

BUT AFTER FOUR YEARS IN THE MARINE CORPS,

HE'S GOT PLENTY OF EXPERIENCE ENDURING PAIN AND SUFFERING.

MY HANDS ARE STILL WAKING UP. IT'LL TAKE A FEW MORE POTS.

Sean: THIS IS A REALLY BIG OPPORTUNITY FOR BRANDON --

THREE KIDS AND A WIFE THAT ARE DEPENDING ON HIM --

AND HE IS HUNGRY.

HE WANTS THIS JOB.

AND IF HE CAN LEARN THAT FAST ON ALL OF THIS STUFF,

HE'S GONNA HAVE THIS THING DIALED IN

BY THE END OF THE SEASON NO PROBLEM.

I DON'T KNOW WHAT'S -- WHAT'S GOING ON.

GO DOWN THERE AND CHECK IT OUT.

SO YOU FELT SOMETHING POP?

YEAH.

YOU DON'T HAVE TO TALK.

I'M SURE IT HURTS TO BREATHE.

WHERE AT? JUST POINT.

IN THE BACK? -YEAH.

-BEHIND THE RIBS? -YEAH.

WELL, LET'S GRAB SOME ICE PACKS.

THERE'S SOME OF THOSE GEL PACKS OUT IN THE REFRIGERATOR.

-LET'S START ICING YOU DOWN.

Narrator: JUST A FEW HOURS BEFORE THEIR CRITICAL FIRST OPILIO HAUL,

BRANDON'S INJURY LEAVES THE CREW SHORTHANDED.

WE'RE OUT HERE FOUR-MANNING IT.

A LITTLE SLOWER, TAKE A LITTLE LONGER.

Sean: WE'LL GIVE HIM SOME INFLAMMATORY STUFF AND ICE HIM DOWN

AND SEE IF IT'S -- PAIN GOES AWAY.

IF IT DOESN'T, THEN WE HAVE A PROBLEM.

Narrator: JUST FOUR MILES SOUTHWEST...

GOING OVER.

...ON THE NORTHWESTERN...

WE'RE WAY UP THE HILL, AND THERE'S A LOT OF BOATS UP HERE.

THERE'S A LOT OF LIGHTS IN THIS AREA.

Narrator: ...AFTER A 392-MILE STEAM TO THE NORTH...

-YEAH! -GOING OVER.

Narrator: ...CAPTAIN SIG HANSEN JOINS THE FIGHT.

I KNOW THERE'S CRAB AROUND, OBVIOUSLY.

THERE WOULDN'T BE THIS MANY GUYS WORKING THE AREA.

I JUST HOPE THEY HAVEN'T SCOOPED THEM ALL UP.

Narrator: WITH MORE THAN HALF THE FLEET

STORMING THE REMOTE FREEZING WATERS...

OVER!

...SIG AND HIS CREW PREPARE TO SCRAP

FOR THEIR SHARE OF THE PAY DAY.

YEAH, WE MOVED UP NORTH.

WE'RE GONNA TRY AND GET THESE POTS OFF IN A HURRY.

SOUNDS LIKE THE WEIGHT AVERAGE PER CRAB IS, LIKE,

A THIRD MORE THAN DOWN THERE.

WE'LL SEE WHAT WE GET WHEN WE HAUL.

Sig: I HAVEN'T FISHED UP HERE IN A FEW YEARS.

THIS IS NO PLACE TO BE MONKEYING AROUND.

SO IF WE FIND CRAB THAT'S GREAT, THAT'S THE QUESTION.

OH, NO!

TIME-OUT!

YOU ALL RIGHT?

CAN YOU TELL ME WHAT'S HAPPENING, MANDY?

YEAH, THEY'RE TRYING TO GET THE CRICKET HOOK DOWN.

THEY'RE -- -IS IT STUCK IN THE ROLLER?

IT'S JUST STUCK IN THE ROLLER, YES.

Sig: OH, YEAH.

Man: WATCH OUT.

I DON'T THINK I'VE SEEN THAT BEFORE.

HOW DID YOU MANAGE THAT?

JUST WHEN YOU THINK YOU'VE SEEN IT ALL.

Narrator: WHILE PULLING A POT TO THE RAIL,

THE PICKING HOOK SLIPS OFF THE BRIDLE,

SLINGSHOTTING THE 15-POUND STEEL BAR INTO THE AIR.

FORTUNATELY, IT SNAGGED ON THE END OF THE CRANE

INSTEAD OF CRACKING A DECKHAND'S SKULL.

Sig: I'M JUST GLAD IT DIDN'T HIT ANYBODY.

IF IT COMES DOWN, THAT'S NOT GONNA FEEL GOOD.

IT'S GONNA HURT YOU AND KNOCK YOU OUT.

Narrator: TO CONTINUE SETTING...

OH!

...THE CREW HAS TO RETRIEVE THE HOOK 12 FEET ABOVE THE DECK.

-IS IT IN THE POT NOW? -NO.

THEY'RE STILL TRYING TO PULL IT DOWN.

THEY'RE TRYING TO PULL IT DOWN.

-YEAH. -AH!

YEAH.

YOU CAN TRY TO GET LUCKY.

THEY'RE USING THE CRANE.

KARL'S DEBATING ON THROWING THE HOOK UP THERE.

YEAH!

WHOO!

Narrator: ONE SHOT, ONE KILL.

THAT WAS SICK!

-TALENTED... -YOU LIKE THAT, SIG?

-...AND MODEST.

ALL RIGHT. WE CAN RESUME.

-SO, WE'RE GOOD, RIGHT? -ALL GOOD.

-WE CAN CONTINUE? -YEP. BACK IN ACTION.

GOING OVER!

Sig: I MEAN, THIS IS FAIRLY SIMPLE.

THERE'S EITHER SOMETHING HERE OR THERE'S NOT.

Narrator: 120 MILES FROM THE RUSSIAN LINE ON THE SUMMER BAY...

SOMEBODY WANT TO THROW THE HOOK?

WHO'S THROWING THE HOOK?

Man: AW...

I'VE SEEN OLD LADIES THROW THEIR PURSES HARDER.

PUSH OUT! THERE YOU GO.

EVERYBODY'S MOVING AT LIKE QUARTER SPEED.

Narrator: ...CAPTAIN WILD BILL'S CREW

IS FEELING THE EFFECTS OF A PUNISHING GRIND...

5-2-5. 525.

...SORTING CRAB FROM A STRING OF LOADED PITS.

FISHING'S REALLY GOOD.

THAT TAKES THE PAIN AWAY A LITTLE BIT.

BUT THERE'S SOMETHING REALLY WRONG WITH MY ARM.

Bill: NICK GOT HURT.

I DON'T HAVE MY KEY PART OF MY MACHINE.

WE DON'T HAVE THAT MOTIVATING GUY OUT THERE

THAT GETS FASTER AND FASTER AS THE NIGHT GOES ON.

Narrator: DECK BOSS NICK McGLASHAN IS HOBBLED BY INJURIES

TO HIS ANKLE AND NOW HIS ARM.

YOU KNOW, I GOT TO WAIT FOR THESE GUYS TO GET DONE SORTING.

Narrator: AND WITHOUT THEIR LEADER,

THE REST OF THE CREW STRUGGLES TO PICK UP THE SLACK.

THE REMAINDER -- WE NEED 24,100 CRAB

TO GET WHAT WE NEED FOR ST. PAUL.

Narrator: WITH AN OFFLOAD IN THREE DAYS...

HEY! THE DOOR'S STUCK!

...BILL IS STILL 50 FULL POTS AWAY FROM STUFFING HIS TANKS.

UH...

THERE IT IS. THERE IT IS.

THERE'S SO MUCH CRAB, THE DOOR'S STUCK.

I THINK I SHOULD GET SOME STUFF ON,

MAYBE GO HELP MOVE TOTES AROUND OR SOMETHING.

JUST GOT TO FIND A WAY TO KEEP THESE GUYS MOVING.

CAPTAIN'S ON DECK.

GENTLEMEN, GO OVER.

Narrator: TO MOTIVATE THE CREW...

ALL RIGHT, HERE WE GO.

...BILL PITCHES IN AND DOES TWO JOBS -- SORT CRAB...

ALL RIGHT, 133.

ALL RIGHT.

...AND DRIVE THE BOAT.

BOY.

STEER...

HAUL...

SORT...

REPEAT.

BILL'S COMING DOWN EVERY POT AND HELPING US ON DECK.

Bill: YOU GOT PLENTY OF HANGING BAIT ON YOU?

YEAH.

Kyle: WE UNDERSTAND IT'S HIS LIVELIHOOD.

HE WANTS TO SEE IT GET DONE

AND GET DONE TONIGHT, GET DOWN RIGHT.

IF WANT TO KEEP OUR JOBS, WE WANT TO MAKE SURE

IT'S OUR LIVELIHOOD, TOO.

Bill: JUST HAVING THIS LITTLE WINDOW HEAD OF ME HERE, YOU KNOW?

WE NEED TO DO IT AND DO IT NOW AND GET OUT OF HERE.

I'M NOT REALLY DOING MUCH DOWN THERE,

BUT EVERYBODY'S GOING FASTER.

WHOO!

YEAH!

YEAH, BABY!

Narrator: 10 MILES NORTHWEST ON THE BRENNA A...

Brandon: THIS DEFINITELY REMINDS ME OF THE MILITARY.

IT'S GOT, LIKE, THAT FEEL OF, LIKE, YOU KNOW, CAMARADERIE

WITH THE GUYS.

I FEEL BAD LEAVING THEM DOWN THERE, BUT INJURIES HAPPEN.

Narrator: ...INJURED GREENHORN BRANDON FERRIS

WRAPS UP A FIVE-HOUR SHIFT AT WHEEL WATCH...

COME UP HERE AND HELP HOW I CAN WHILE I HEAL UP.

Narrator: ...GIVING THE REST OF THE CREW A BREAK

BEFORE HAULING THEIR FIRST NORTHERN OPILIO STRING.

GOT A LOT RIDING ON IT. IT'S A GOOD JOB, YOU KNOW?

GOT THE FAMILY BACK HOME -- THREE KIDS, WIFE.

SO I'M GONNA TAKE THESE GUYS WATCHES HAPPILY

AND LET THEM REST,

AND THEN, HOPEFULLY, I CAN GET BACK OUT THERE WITH THEM.

Sean: ALL RIGHT, BRANDON.

GRAB A NAP, AND YOU CAN DO SOME DRIVING FOR THE BOYS LATER.

I CAN TELL BRANDON WANTS TO BE BACK OUT THERE.

HE'S GONNA BE A GOOD FISHERMAN.

HE'S GOT A LONG CAREER AHEAD OF HIM,

AND WE DON'T NEED TO START IT WITH HERNIATED DISCS

OR ANYTHING LIKE THAT.

ANYWAYS, WELL, WE ARE AT THE TOP OF "BY RUSSIA WITH LOVE."

AND WE HAULED, LIKE, 140 CRAPPY POTS

BEFORE WE CAME UP HERE, 500 GALLONS OF FUEL.

SO I'M HOPING IT'S WORTH THE MOVE.

ABOUT TO FIND OUT.

-WHOO! -YEE-HAW!

OOH, OOH! IT'S PACKED!

WHOO!

OOH, THAT'S A FULL TABLE.

THOSE POOR GUYS.

Man: COME ON, BOYS.

GO! LET'S GO! COME ON!

GO FAST, GO FAST.

THE HEAVY SORT IS TEDIOUS WITH ONE MAN DOWN.

PRETTY EXCITED. PRETTY OUT OF BREATH.

TAKES A LOT MORE WORK WHEN IT'S ONLY FOUR GUYS OUT HERE.

Narrator: HAULING SHORTHANDED TURNS WHAT SHOULD BE AN ENERGETIC

FEEDING FRENZY INTO AN EXHAUSTING GRIND.

Man: HOPEFULLY BRANDON GETS BACK UP TO SPEED.

Brandon: DEFINITELY FELT LIKE THEY HAD MY BACK WHEN I WAS OUT THERE.

'CAUSE I'M NOT THERE HELPING, THEY HAVE TO WORK HARDER

'CAUSE I'M UP HERE.

PRETTY DISAPPOINTED.

Narrator: JUST FIVE MILES SOUTHEAST...

OH, WAY UP TO THE NORTHERN AREA, MORE VIRGIN TERRITORY.

NOW, WE'RE A LITTLE LATE TO THE PARTY,

BUT BETTER LATE THAN NEVER.

Narrator: ...STILL FIVE HOURS BEFORE DAWN,

THE NORTHWESTERNCUTS THROUGH THE FRIGID WATERS

ON THE RUSSIAN LINE.

WE'RE HOPING TO SEE SOME VOLUME HERE WITH THE...

I DIDN'T GET A HALF HOUR TO WAKE UP. SEE?

COULD YOU MAKE ME A COFFEE?

16...

THANK YOU. -YOU'RE WELCOME.

ALL RIGHT, SEE MY POT.

Narrator: AFTER ENDURING LOW NUMBERS CLOSE TO TOWN,

A POSITIVE PROGNOSIS ABOUT HIS WIFE'S CANCER

SENT CAPTAIN SIG STEAMING NORTH...

FIRST POT HERE, I WANT TO GET IT UP.

...AIMING TO GET HIS OPILIO SEASON BACK ON TRACK.

I MEAN, WE MADE THE LONG HAUL UP HERE.

HOPEFULLY, IT'S GONNA PAY OFF.

WE WERE A LITTLE LATE TO THE SHOW,

BUT AS LONG AS WE'RE GETTING CRAB,

IT SHOULD BE ALL RIGHT.

COME ON, COME ON, COME ON, COME ON, COME ON.

Narrator: THIS WEEK'S "SALTY TAKE"...

YEAH, ABSOLUTELY.

...IS NOT FOR THE SQUEAMISH.

UGH.

OW!

EW.

YEAH, SHE BLED THROUGH, ALL RIGHT.

OH, WE'RE GONNA WASH THAT THING OFF REALLY WELL.

I'M GONNA SCRUB IT OFF.

AH...

OKAY, WE'RE DONE.

I THINK IT LOOKS PRETTY GOOD, DUDE, REALLY.

IF THIS GETS INFECTED, YOU'RE ONLY GONNA BE ABLE

TO COUNT TO 19.

Narrator: FARRELL'S GONNA NEED ALL HIS FINGERS

IF THEY'RE GONNA CATCH THE WIZARD.

Narrator: 524 MILES NORTH OF DUTCH HARBOR...

Mandy: WE'RE LOOKING FORWARD TO SEE WHAT'S IN THESE POTS.

I MEAN, WE MADE THE LONG HAUL UP HERE.

HOPEFULLY, IT'S GONNA PAY OFF.

...AFTER A DELAYED START WAITING FOR HIS WIFE'S CANCER DIAGNOSIS,

CAPTAIN SIG HAULS HIS FIRST POT

ON THE JAM-PACKED NORTHERN OPILIO GROUNDS.

Sig: WE WERE A LITTLE LATE TO THE SHOW,

BUT AS LONG AS WE'RE GETTING CRAB,

IT SHOULD BE ALL RIGHT.

COME ON, COME ON, COME ON, COME ON, COME ON, COME ON.

-OH, YEAH! -WHOO!

THAT'S PRETTY GOOD!

THAT'S SOME BIG POTS.

-OH, MY GOD. -I'M COUNTING IT.

WHOO!

-HELL YEAH! -THERE'S WAY TOO MANY!

Man: WHOO!

-WHOO! -WHOO!

NOW, THAT'S GOT A DAY'S SOAK ON IT, SO IT'S TREMENDOUS.

AND WE'RE GETTING SOMETHING DONE.

NUMBERS ARE DECENT.

WE CAN MAKE THIS WORK.

-HOLY -WHOO!

Sig: THREES AND FOURS ARE A BUCK AND A HALF,

TWO AND A HALF, THREE AND A HALF. THAT'S FINE.

AT THE END OF THE DAY, YOU'RE PUTTING CRAB ON THE BOAT,

AND WE WERE NOT DOING THAT DOWN SOUTH.

Narrator: THE 392-MILE NORTHERN BET IS A WINNER,

AND EVERY FULL POT BRINGS SIG CLOSER TO A RETURN TRIP SOUTH

BACK TO WHAT MATTERS MOST.

WHEN I LOOK AT JUNE,

AND I SEE HOW SHE HANDLES THIS CANCER BUSINESS,

HER ATTITUDE IS JUST SO POSITIVE,

AND, YOU KNOW, I THINK THAT'S COMMENDABLE.

SHE REALLY IS LIKE A ROCK, YOU KNOW?

SHE'LL PICK YOU UP AND REMIND YOU

AND GIVE YOU A LITTLE NUDGE.

"OKAY, JUST KEEP GOING, MOVE FORWARD."

Man: YEAH!

WE'RE FISHING NOW.

YOU KNOW, THAT'S SOMETHING THAT I THINK IS

A REALLY SPECIAL QUALITY,

AND YOU DON'T FIND IT IN A LOT OF PEOPLE.

WHOO!

Sig: PRETTY LUCKY GUY.

-YEAH! -YEAH!

-YEAH! -WHOO!

-WHOO! -YEAH.

-HELL YEAH! -YEAH!

Narrator: THE CAPTAINS WHO GAMBLED ON THE NORTHERN OPILIO GROUNDS

CONTINUE TO REAP THEIR REWARD.

IT'S A GOOD DAY AT WORK.

-WHOO! -YEAH!

Narrator: THE COST IS STEEP.

BUT ON THE BERING SEA, NOTHING WORTHWHILE IS EVER EASY.

FEEL A LITTLE TENDER, SORE STILL,

BUT GONNA HELP OUT HOW I CAN.

-WHOO-HOO! -THERE HE IS.

BIG DOG.

HEY, BRANDON.

DON'T HURT YOURSELF.

LET'S EASE BACK INTO IT.

HE'S OUT ON DECK. HE'S A PART OF THE TEAM.

HE'S BACK WITH HIS SQUAD.

THIS DUDE FOUGHT FOR OUR COUNTRY.

HE'S GONNA SHOW US HOW TOUGH HE REALLY IS.

WHOO!

Bill: YEAH, THAT'S THE LAST ONE.

ALL-IN-ALL, WE DID IT. WE FINISHED THE TRIP.

WE GOT THE TWO TANKS WE NEEDED, AND WE'RE HEADING IN TO OFFLOAD.

THANKS, GUYS. GO AHEAD AND CLEAN UP.

Man: PACK HER UP!

GETTING TOO FULL.

IT'S TIME TO GO.

MY BROTHER, WE NEED TO GET YOU TAKEN CARE OF.

I'M GONNA HAVE TO TAKE NICK TO THE CLINIC.

AH, HE'S PROBABLY DONE.

HE'S GOING HOME.

YOU GO TO THE CLINIC, YOU GET A PLANE TICKET.

THAT'S PRETTY MUCH THE WAY IT IS.

IT REALLY SUCKS.

I WANT TO DO MY JOB,

BUT MY BODY'S SAYING NO.

Bill: I DON'T KNOW. I GUESS WE WON'T FIND OUT TILL WE GO TO TOWN.

OH...