Original subtitles

WHOA. WHOA, WHOA, WHOA, WHOA, WHOA!

♪

Man: WATCH YOURSELF! WATCH OUT!

WHOA!

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-HANG ON, HERE IT COMES! -GET DOWN!

[ MAN GROANS ]

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MOTHER NATURE IS PRETTY CRUEL.

SHE LULLS YOU INTO SLEEP.

AND JUST ROCKS BACK AND FORTH.

AND THEN SHE JUST SLAPS YOU AROUND.

WATCH OUT, IT'S A BIG ONE.

-WATCH OUT! -AAH! OHH!

WHAT DO YOU GUYS THINK OF THIS RUSSIAN BORDER [BLEEP], HUH?

WE'RE RIGHT ON THE LINE.

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KNOCKS YOU DOWN.

Casey: WHOA, [BLEEP].

WHOA!

RIGHT IN THE MIDDLE OF THIS BOMB CYCLONE.

Keith: BEATS YOU UP.

FREEZES YOU TO THE BONE.

WAVE, WAVE, WAVE, WAVE.

WHOO!

IT'S GONNA BE A LONG HAUL.

I CAN'T QUIT. I GOT TO DO EVERYTHING I CAN.

Man: WHOO!

AND THEN SHE SAYS, "REMEMBER ME?"

[ CHUCKLES ]

"I'M A COLD ASS BITCH SOMETIMES."

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-FIRE! -FIRE! [BLEEP]

[ FIRE ALARM BLARING ]

GET THE BREAKERS, CAN THE BREAKERS.

WHICH ONE?

JUST TURN THEM ALL OFF!

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AND REALLY, THINGS CAN GO TO HELL, YOU'RE GONNA BURN,

I'LL TELL YOU WHAT, MAN.

DON'T BE SURPRISED WHEN YOU GET THERE

IF IT LOOKS LIKE THE BERING SEA.

-- Captions by VITAC -- www.vitac.com

CAPTIONS PAID FOR BY DISCOVERY COMMUNICATIONS

Man: ALL RIGHT, GOT HER.

Narrator: ONE MONTH INTO THE OPILIO SEASON...

MAN, LONG AWAITED SIX DAYS TO ST. PAUL.

WE GOT OUR NEW MOTOR.

Bill: IT'S ABOUT TIME. WE GOT TO GET OUT OF HERE.

Narrator: ...THE SUMMER BAY REPAIRED AND READY FOR BATTLE.

CAPTAIN WILD BILL WICHROWSKI THROWS LINES TO CLAW

HIS WAY BACK INTO THE OPILIO FIGHT.

CRAB ARE FURTHER NORTH BY THE RUSSIANS.

AND NOT ONLY DID WE MISS A WEEK'S WORTH OF FISHING,

THERE'S A WEEK'S WORTH OF THE CRAB NOT ON THE BOTTOM ANYMORE.

HERE WE GO, FINALLY.

-ONE, TWO, THREE. -[ ALL SHOUT ]

Narrator: WHILE CAPTAIN KEITH COLBURN

LOOKS TO TURN THE WIZARD'S LUCK AROUND

BY RECLAIMING THE HELM FROM BROTHER MONTY.

-LET'S GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE. -LET'S DO IT.

Keith: SECURE THINGS LIKE YOU'RE GOING INTO HELL.

[ CHEERING ]

Narrator: ON THE FISHING GROUNDS, IT'S A SCRAMBLE TO GET A PIECE

OF THE $130 MILLION MOUNTAIN OF SNOW CRAB

STRADDLING THE RUSSIAN LINE.

BEFORE THAT MOUNTAIN TURNS INTO A MOLEHILL.

ADDING TO THEIR STRUGGLE...

A RARE METEOROLOGICAL EVENT KNOWN AS BOMBOGENESIS,

WHERE BAROMETRIC PRESSURE PLUNGES 24 MILLIBARS

IN 24 HOURS, STRIKES THE NORTHBOUND FLEET.

NORTHEAST 40, HEAVY FREEZING SPRAY.

SEAS 20 FEET.

NO, NO, NO.

Narrator: AND WITH THE STORM EXPECTED TO COVER THE ENTIRETY

OF THE FISHING GROUNDS,

FINDING CRAB WILL BE THE LEAST OF THE CAPTAINS' PROBLEMS.

435 MILES NORTHWEST OF DUTCH HARBOR.

ON THE CORNELIA MARIE.

THIS IS DEFINITELY SOME OF THE WORST SEAS

THAT WE'VE SEEN THIS SEASON.

YOU KNOW, RIGHT IN THE MIDDLE OF THIS

BOMB CYCLONE STORM SYSTEM AND IT'S...

THIS IS FOULNESS.

THIS SEEMS TO BE WORSE THAN MOST OF THE HURRICANES

AND TYPHOONS WE GO THROUGH.

Narrator: CO-CAPTAINS JOSH HARRIS AND CASEY McMANUS

BATTER 20-FOOT SEAS AND 45-KNOT WINDS.

Casey: 30 MORE POTS TO PUT OFF HERE.

AND WHO KNOWS WHERE THE CRAB ARE?

WE DON'T KNOW.

DID THEY GO SHALLOW, DID THEY GO DEEP?

PFFT.

I DON'T KNOW, BUT IF YOU COVER ALL THE DEPTHS,

YOU GOT A CHANCE OF FINDING THEM.

Narrator: PROSPECTING FOR NEW GROUNDS

AFTER LOSING THEIR TURF TO THE SOUTHERN WIND

AND LOSING THE SENSE OF THE NORTHBOUND BIOMASS.

OKAY, I'M READY TO START SETTING.

YOU GUYS READY?

ROGER.

IT'S ALL NEW GROUNDS.

AND WE'RE TRYING SOMETHING NEW.

IF WE DON'T...

WE'RE GONNA BE IN A WORLD OF HURT.

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Casey: EVERYBODY'S OUT HERE TAKING THE BIG RISK,

GOING THROUGH BIG WEATHER TO MAKE THE BIG MONEY.

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USE THAT TALL WAVE WALL ON THE PORT SIDE TO PROTECT THE CREW

AND GET THESE THINGS OVER THE SIDE.

[INDISTINCT]

OH, WHAT A BEAUTIFUL MORNING ON THE BERING SEA!

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THIS IS GOING TO BE THE FIRST TIME IN MY LIFE

I'VE SET POTS WITHOUT SOME SORT OF SIGN OF CRAB.

WE'LL SEE.

Narrator: JOSH AND CASEY'S PLAN?

NO PLAN.

Casey: WHOA! OH, MAN!

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THAT'S A BIG ONE.

IT'S A [BLEEP] NIGHTMARE OUT HERE.

Casey: WE'RE GONNA SPEED HER UP HERE A LITTLE.

WHEN YOU'RE RUNNING WITH IT, SOMETIMES IT'S BETTER

TO GIVE IT A LITTLE MORE THROTTLE.

INSTEAD OF BEING PUSHED AROUND LIKE THIS,

STEERING A WONKY LINE, YOU STAY MORE IN A STRAIGHT LINE

BECAUSE YOU GOT SOME THRUST AGAINST THOSE RUDDERS.

♪

Narrator: CASEY GOES FULL THROTTLE, LOOKING TO OUTRUN THE SEAS

AND KEEP THE BOAT FROM GOING BROADSIDE...

WHOO-HOO!

...CAPSIZING THE VESSEL.

OH, WE'RE HAVING FUN NOW, HUH?

[BLEEP].

♪

Casey: I THINK THE CREW WE HAVE IS INCREDIBLE.

I MEAN, YOU KNOW, RIGHT IN THE MIDDLE OF THIS BOMB CYCLONE,

YET EVERYBODY ON DECK IS SMILING.

WE GOT THIS.

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GOOD JOB, WYATT. GOOD JOB!

-OHH! -WHOA!

[ SHOUTING ]

-[BLEEP]. -WOW.

DID YOU SEE THAT COMING?

[BLEEP] NEITHER ONE OF US SAW THAT ONE COMING.

HEY, WYATT, YOU OKAY, MAN?

YEAH!

Josh: DAMN.

Casey: THAT'S A PRETTY CLOSE CALL TO HAVE.

Narrator: A 25-FOOT ROGUE

BREACHES THE PROTECTED PORT SIDE WALL,

NEARLY CRUSHING GREENHORN WYATT RUDE

BENEATH A 1,000-POUND STEEL POT.

THAT WAS A FREAK ONE.

GOOD THING HE'S FAST.

YEAH. YOU'RE TALKING BROKEN RIBS,

BROKEN PELVIS, BROKEN BACK, BROKEN TAILBONE.

HE SIDESTEPPED THAT BIG FASTER THAN I'VE EVER SEEN.

GOT DEUCED BY A BIG WAVE. THAT WAS INTERESTING.

BUT THAT'S ALL RIGHT.

I JUST WANT TO GET THESE POTS OFF AS QUICKLY

AND AS SAFELY AS POSSIBLE.

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WELL, IF THERE'S ANY CRAB HERE, THIS SPREAD FINE WILL FIND THEM.

IF THERE'S ANY CRAB HERE.

I FEEL PRETTY CONFIDENT.

WE'LL SEE.

♪

Narrator: JUST SOUTHEAST. ON THE SOUTHERN WIND.

WE HAD SOME BOMBS GOING OFF, HUH?

♪

BIG SEA RIGHT HERE.

IT'S LIKE A SCARY [BLEEP] MOVIE.

Narrator: ABSORBING PUNISHING SEAS AND HOWLING WINDS.

FRICKIN' HELL, MAN.

Narrator: CAPTAIN STEVE HARLEY DAVIDSON

AND HIS 148-FOOT CRABBER ARE NOT BACKING DOWN.

JUST GOING TO HAVE TO DEAL WITH THIS [BLEEP], YOU KNOW?

Narrator: NO MATTER THE BARRAGE,

THE BOMB CYCLONE FIRES THEIR WAY.

WE ARE STILL FISHING.

I WAITED A LITTLE BIT THIS MORNING,

THERE WERE TIMES WHEN I WAS DEBATING

IF I WAS GOING TO EVEN DO ANYTHING.

BUT THEN...

DO WHAT YOU NORMALLY DO, HARLEY.

GET ON THAT HORSE, YOU KNOW?

START [BLEEP] RIDING THAT THING.

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OKAY, FIRST POT COMING UP, GUYS.

♪

Narrator: ONLY HOURS AGO, HARLEY MUSCLED OUT THE CORNELIA MARIE

AND ABSCONDED WITH A TIDY 400 AVERAGE.

Harley: HOPEFULLY I'M STILL GOT SOME LIFE LEFT

IN THIS LITTLE BERRY PATCH.

Narrator: NOW HE'S BETTING A SECOND HELPING WILL BE JUST ENOUGH

TO SEND HIM BACK TO DOCK.

Harley: 250s, IT DOESN'T HAVE TO BE 400, 500, 600s.

I MEAN, BUT IT COULD BE.

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WE'RE GONNA BE OUT HERE IN THIS PIECE OF [BLEEP] STORM.

FINDING A LOT OF CRAB. GET THIS OVER WITH.

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Harley: AHH...

♪

HOW MANY IN THERE?

OH, NO. THAT'S NO GOOD.

♪

♪

THAT'S PRETTY SKINNY STUFF HERE RIGHT NOW.

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Man: THIS STRING SUCKS.

Harley: DAMN, I CAN'T PLAY AROUND WITH THIS.

I THINK THIS GROUND MIGHT'VE BEEN PICKED OVER.

THING IS...

PBHT.

GOT TO GET HELL OUT OF HERE,

I CAN'T SIT AND PLAY LIKE THIS NO MORE.

Narrator: WITH HIS BERRY PATCH BARREN...

Harley: COULD STILL GO FARTHER NORTH.

HERE IT IS, THE INTERNATIONAL BOUNDARY RIGHT THERE.

WE'RE HERE.

THIS STUFF UP HERE IS VERY FISHABLE.

Narrator: ...THE CAPTAIN STACKS HIS GEAR AND THE BRUTAL CONDITIONS,

PREPARING TO HEAD EVEN FURTHER NORTH TO THE RUSSIAN LINE.

Harley: I'M GONNA GATHER MY LITTLE TRAPS AND GO UP HIGHER.

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OH, [BLEEP], WATCH OUT, IT'S A BIG ONE.

Man: WATCH OUT!

♪

Narrator: ON THE SOUTHERN WIND...

OH, [BLEEP], WATCH OUT. IT'S A BIG ONE.

-WATCH OUT! -YEAH!

Man: WELL, THAT WAS A [BLEEP] SHOW.

A BUNCH OF [BLEEP].

[ SIGHS ]

[BLEEP]

OH, LORDY.

THE STORM'S COMING IN IS A BITCH.

SHE'S HARD.

IF YOU LOOK BEHIND US,

YOU CAN SEE HOW BIG THEY ARE COMPARED TO HOW...

DON'T THINK IT'S A GOOD DAY TO BE OUT HERE.

JUST KEEP MOVING FORWARD, YOU KNOW?

YOU KIND OF GOT TO TAKE SOME OF IT AS IT COMES.

Narrator: EVEN AS THE BOMB CYCLONE BUILDS INTENSITY,

THE CAPTAIN SETS HIS SIGHTS ON THE LINE.

Harley: VERY FISHABLE IN THERE.

Narrator: DETERMINED TO DISPROVE OR BLUNDER,

THE OPILIO SCHOOL RUMORED

TO BE MIGRATING ALONG THE RUSSIAN BORDER.

...FOR ME RIGHT NOW IS 230 MILES.

FOR ME TO GET BACK TO DUTCH HARBOR,

IT'S 446 MILES.

I'M ALREADY WAY UP HERE.

I CAN DO A LOT BETTER THERE

RIGHT WHERE THAT RUSSIAN BORDER IS.

IT'S TOO SKINNY HERE.

Narrator: TO BLITZ THE CRAB PILE, HARLEY PLOTS A COURSE

STRAIGHT INTO THE BUILDING LOW PRESSURE SYSTEM,

FARTHER NORTH THAN ANY BOATS IN THE AMERICAN FLEET.

WHAT DO YOU GUYS THINK OF THIS RUSSIAN BORDER [BLEEP], HUH?

TOWARDS THE KREMLIN.

[ SIGHS ]

I DON'T KNOW IF THIS IS A GREAT IDEA, MAN.

Narrator: LOOKING AT A 20-HOUR STEAM,

COSTING THOUSANDS OF DOLLARS IN FUEL AND SUPPLIES,

IT'S A HIGH-RISK BET.

BUT ONE WITH POTENTIALLY HUGE REWARDS.

105 MILES SOUTHWEST...

YEAH!

THE BERING SEA TAKES MY BREATH AWAY.

AND NOT IN A GOOD WAY.

Narrator: ON THE SOUTHERN EDGE OF THE STORM ABOARD THE SUMMER BAY.

Bill: OH, IT'S GONNA BE UGLY.

THE BAROMETRIC PRESSURE IS DROPPING,

WHICH INTENSIFIES THE STORM.

AND FROM WHAT I'M SEEING ON THE WEATHER APP,

THIS LOW IS COMING THROUGH FAST.

IT'S COMING FROM DEEP IN THE NORTH.

Narrator: PLOWING THROUGH CRESTING WHITECAPS

AND HEAVY FREEZING SPRAY,

CAPTAIN WILD BILL WICHROWSKI APPROACHES POTS

HE LEFT SOAKING DAYS EARLIER.

AS THESE SEAS BUILD, THESE GUYS ARE GOING TO END UP

EATING CRAP AT THE RAIL.

I'M READY.

Narrator: BILL'S THREE EMPTY TANKS, FULLY LOADED,

CARRY 160,000 POUNDS.

IT WAS SET THROUGH SOME PRETTY GOOD NUMBERS.

I'M HOPING IT HOLDS AND SHOWS US SOME LOVE.

Narrator: TO FILL THEM BEFORE THE NEXT OFFLOAD,

THE VETERAN NEEDS FULL POTS, AND LOTS OF 'EM.

Nick: FIRST POT COMING UP.

AND I THINK IT'S GOING TO HOLD TRUE.

OH, WHAT'S IN THE POT? YEAH, BABY!

THIS LOOKS LIKE IT MIGHT BE ALL RIGHT.

THERE'S A FEW IN THERE.

WHOA! OH, MAN.

BUCK AND A QUARTER.

NOT BAD.

NEXT ONE'S GOT TO BE A GOOD ONE.

DAMN IT.

I WISH THESE WERE A LITTLE BETTER,

BUT I THINK THIS IS JUST GONNA BE A TRIP OF

LITTLE HIGHS AND LOWS, YOU KNOW, LIKE DRIVING THROUGH IOWA.

Narrator: WITH HIS SOUTHERN HOTSPOT ONLY LUKEWARM, BILL FACES A DECISION.

Bill: IT IS A LONG HAUL.

IT WILL BE A GIGANTIC BALL OF ICE WHEN WE GET THERE.

Narrator: BACK UP AND FLY NORTH WITH THE REST OF THE FLEET...

I SEE A LOT OF GUYS WHO MOVED WEST AND NORTH.

WHOO! GIMME SOME MORE!

Narrator: ...OR FIND SAFETY IN MEDIOCRE, YET CONSISTENT NUMBERS

AND BUCKLE UP FOR AN EPIC WILD BILL GRIND.

Bill: NO. NOT RIGHT NOW.

I'M GOING TO DO WHAT I CAN

TO GET A COUPLE OF TANKS OUT OF THIS.

THERE'S SOME LIFE IN THERE.

THERE'S PROBABLY SOME DEATH, TOO.

Narrator: YEAH. GRIND IT IS.

IT SORT OF PAYS THE BILLS. HA HA HA!

Man: THE BEGINNING OF A VERY LONG GAME.

Bill: ARE WE GOING TO TO PULL IT OFF? MAYBE.

IT'S GOING TO BE A LONG HAUL.

-WHOO! -THERE IS NO TOMORROW.

IT'S ALL TODAY, [BLEEP].

Narrator: 55 MILES SOUTHWEST,

JUST OUTSIDE THE BOMB CYCLONE'S REACH.

ON THE WIZARD.

♪

♪

Keith: I'M OPTIMISTIC THAT WE MIGHT FIND SOMETHING HERE.

Narrator: WITH OVER A MILLION POUNDS OF QUOTA STILL TO CATCH...

ALL RIGHT.

Narrator: ...CAPTAIN KEITH COLBURN COUNTS ON HIS BROTHER

MONTY'S TOWN SOAK ON THE SOUTHERN EDGE...

HERE IT IS.

Narrator: ...TO START WHITTLING AWAY AT THEIR DAUNTING DELIVERY.

♪

Keith: COME ON, WE NEED TO SEE SOMETHING HERE.

[ CHEERING ]

♪

COME ON, COME ON, COME ON.

Man: [BLEEP] DAMN IT.

COME ON, GIVE ME SOMETHING. GIVE ME SOMETHING.

GIVE ME SOMETHING TO WORK ON.

AH, [BLEEP], THAT'S [BLEEP].

Man: WHAT THE [BLEEP]?

[BLEEP] IS RIGHT.

Keith: WE MADE AN EFFORT HERE WEST TO THE ISLANDS ON THE EDGE,

BUT YOU GOT A 300,000-PLUS TRIP TO TRY AND PUT IN,

AND WE CAN'T FILL IT ON A SCRATCH.

WE NEED TO SEE MORE THAN JUST LIFE NOW.

WE NEED TO START SEEING SOME CRAB.

Man: WAH, WAH, WAH!

♪

Narrator: SCRAPING UP A LOWLY 40-CRAB AVERAGE...

Keith: ALL RIGHT, GUYS. WE GOTTA STACK IT.

WE'RE ABANDONING THE EDGE.

Narrator: ...THE VETERAN SKIPPER MAKES THE CALL

TO PUT ON ALL 200 POTS AND FIND A NEW HOME.

STACK THE LOAD ON AND GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE.

THERE'S TOO MUCH GARBAGE IN THE POTS.

Keith: WE'RE GONNA START MAKING FREEZING SPRAY.

I'VE GOT TO GET CLOSE TO 200 PARTS ON THIS BOAT

BEFORE THAT SPRAY HITS.

SO RIGHT NOW, EVERY SECOND COUNTS.

[ ALARM BLARING ]

-FIRE! -FIRE!

-FIRE! -[BLEEP].

-WE GOT IT! -FIRE, FIRE, FIRE!

♪

Narrator: ON THE WIZARD...

[ ALARM BLARES ]

-FIRE! -FIRE!

-FIRE! -[BLEEP].

-WE GOT IT. -FIRE, FIRE, FIRE!

Roger: SOMETHING'S SMOKING IN THE GALLEY.

SMELLS LIKE [BLEEP] CLUTCH TO ME.

WHAT DO YOU GOT?!

THERE YOU GO, THAT'S IT!

♪

-EVERYBODY STAY ALIVE. -WHAT DO WE GOT, WHAT DO WE GOT?

-FIRE, FIRE, FIRE! -IT LOOKS LIKE IT'S OUT!

♪

-THE HEATER? -HEATER.

Keith: ELECTRICAL. I CAN SMELL IT RIGHT NOW.

YOU KNOW WHAT? CAN EVERYTHING.

CAN THE BREAKERS, CAN THE BREAKERS.

WHICH ONE?

WHICH ONE?!

JUST TURN THEM ALL OF! ALL OF THEM OFF!

ALL THE GALLEY! ROGER!

♪

HOW'S IT LOOK?

IT LOOKS GOOD RIGHT NOW.

I CAN STILL SMELL IT, BUT I THINK YOU GOT IT.

WOW.

KEEP AN EYE ON IT. ROGER THAT.

BECAUSE THESE THINGS TEND TO FLASH BACK OFF.

THEY COULD TAKE OFF AGAIN.

WE NEED TO TEAR INTO THERE

AND FIND OUT WHAT'S GOING ON THERE,

MAKE SURE THE WIRES ARE SECURE.

THERE'S A FRIED WIRE IN HERE SOMEWHERE.

Narrator: AN ELECTRICAL SHORT IN THE GALLEY'S 30-YEAR-OLD HEATER

SPARKS SURROUNDING INSULATION.

OH, YEAH. THERE YOU GO,

BLACK IN HERE.

THESE CADET HEATERS HAVE BURNED DOWN MORE BOATS

THAN PRETTY MUCH ANYTHING HAS.

THESE THINGS ARE DANGEROUS.

Keith: I MEAN, THAT THING WAS JUST TAKING OFF, MAN,

AND IT COULD HAVE REALLY GOT OUT OF CONTROL.

FORTUNATELY, ROGER FOUND IT QUICK,

PUT IT OUT, ADDRESSED IT,

AND WE'RE BACK TO WORK.

IF YOU'RE GOING TO HAVE A CALAMITY,

I'D SAY THAT'S ABOUT THE BEST WE COULD CALL FOR.

♪

ALL RIGHT. WELL...

YOU KNOW WHAT? HARLEY'S NORTH OF HERE.

♪

I WAS HOPING TO AVOID WORKING NEAR RUSSIA THIS YEAR,

BUT WE DID SO WELL UP THERE LAST YEAR.

I MEAN, WE PUT 1.2 MILLION POUNDS LAST YEAR

IN A LITTLE OVER A MONTH.

I MEAN, THAT'S THE KIND OF FISHING WE NEED TO GET ON NOW.

I WANT TO GET THIS GEAR ON

AND GO ALL THE WAY UP TO THE RUSSIAN BORDER.

Man: ROGER.

♪

Keith: WE'RE GOING TO GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE.

Narrator: A WORLD AWAY FROM THE SOUTHERN EDGE...

ON THE SOUTHERN WIND.

Harley: WE GOT TO DO NEW GROUND. HERE WE GO.

WE'RE GONNA GIVE 'EM HELL.

♪

I LOVE MY JOB. I LOVE MY JOB. I LOVE MY JOB. I LOVE MY JOB.

[ BUZZER BLARES ]

WE MOVED OUR GEAR UP TO THE RUSSIAN BORDER HERE.

Narrator: AFTER A MERCILESS STEAM THROUGH THE BOMB CYCLONE...

♪

[BLEEP] MISERABLE.

Munsey: YOU KNOW, I COULDN'T HAVE A GOOD TIME

LIKE GETTING YOUR FACE PELTED WITH ICE-COLD WATER.

Narrator: SOUTHERN WIND CAPTAIN STEVE HARLEY DAVIDSON

ARRIVES ON THE RUSSIAN LINE,

FIRING OFF ALL 200 POTS IN THESE HOSTILE WATERS.

NOBODY HERE, I'M GONNA BE THE FIRST ONE.

HEY!

Narrator: WHILE CAPTAINS NORMALLY SET STRINGS IN AN AREA

JUST BELOW THE RUSSIAN BORDER...

Harley: CALL THIS OUR KREMLIN SET, MAN.

BECAUSE WE'RE RIGHT ON THE LINE.

Narrator: ...HARLEY DROPS HIS GEAR ON THE LINE ITSELF.

SHELLING OFF HIS POTS OVER 50 MILES

OF THE RUSSO-AMERICAN BORDER, FORMING AN IMPENETRABLE BLOCKADE

TO ENSNARE THE MIGRATING BIOMASS.

THIS IS A DICEY, DICEY MOVE.

LIKE THE CRAP TABLES OR THE HORSES,

IT'S JUST GAMBLING, YOU KNOW?

OKAY, THEN COME BACK AND FILL THIS PHOTO.

THAT'S MY DREAM.

Narrator: 175 MILES SOUTHEAST...

Josh: OH.

Casey: WHOA! [BLEEP]

IT'S BLOWING THE ICE OFF THE BOAT.

Narrator: ...ON THE CORNELIA MARIE.

TAKING HER TO THE CAR WASH.

AFTER HARLEY CHASED THEM OFF THEIR OLD HOT SPOT,

JOSH AND CASEY MOVE FIVE MILES NORTHWEST

OF THE 58th PARALLEL...

YEE-HAW.

...WHILE TAKING A PUMMELING FROM THE BOMB CYCLONE.

MAN, WE GOT SOME BIG, BIG WEATHER,

AND IT'S STARTING TO GET COLD.

WE'RE LOOKING AT PROBABLY 35, 40 FOOTERS RIGHT NOW.

SOMETIMES THE WEATHER IS NOT CONDUCIVE TO GRAB FISH.

TODAY IS ONE OF THOSE DAYS.

IT BUILDS CHARACTER, CASEY.

HERE COMES OUR FIRST POT.

Man: WHOO-HOO!

Narrator: THE BAROMETRIC PRESSURE PLUNGING,

CURRENTS ARE EMBOLDENED,

WREAKING HAVOC ON THE SEA FLOOR,

FORCING THE CRAB TO EITHER DIG IN...

THESE CRAB PROBABLY GOT THEIR LAMBORGHINIS ON

BECAUSE THEY HAVE MOVED.

...OR BOLT FOR COVER.

Casey: WE JUST HAVE TO GO WITH WHAT WE KNOW.

WE KNOW THE WEATHER'S A LITTLE ROUGH,

AND THAT COULD MAKE THEM HUNKER DOWN.

AND WE KNOW WHICH WAY WE THOUGHT THEY WERE GOING.

HEY-OH.

EH, IT'S GOT SOMETHING IN IT.

YEAH.

♪

THEY LOOK CLEAN, SO THAT'S GOOD NEWS,

BUT STILL ON THE HUNT AND PROSPECTING FOR THE CRAB.

ALL THE CRAB ARE PRETTY BIG.

Casey: A LITTLE, LITTLE SNIFFLE. A LITTLE SNIFFLE.

YEAH, BABY!

OKAY. OKAY.

WHOO-HOO!

REALLY NICE CRAB. REALLY EASY SORT.

YEAH! GOD, I HOPE SO.

[ CHEERING ]

HOLY [BLEEP].

♪

OOH!

♪

WATCH OUT!

MARIA!

AAH!

WHOA!

Narrator: ON THE CORNELIA MARIE.

[ CHEERING ]

YEAH. COME ON, YEAH!

Man: HOLY [BLEEP]. WHOO!

♪

Casey: OOH!

♪

MARIA! AAH!

WHOA, [BLEEP].

OH, POOR MARIA JUST GOT WIPED OUT.

Narrator: A ROGUE WAVE ROLLS THE BOAT,

DUMPING 300 POUNDS OF OPILIO ONTO THE DECK

AND LEAVING GREENHORN MARIA DOSAL FACE DOWN IN CRAB LEGS.

GET MY [BLEEP] [INDISTINCT] MARIA, WOULD YA?

[ CHUCKLES ] WE TOOK A NICE LITTLE WAVE

AND EVERYTHING SHIFTED.

OH, VERY --

MY CRAB RIDE WAS VERY PLEASANT.

I WAS AT THE SORTING TABLE, AND THEN ALL OF A SUDDEN, PHEW!

I'M ON THE GROUND WITH A WHOLE BUNCH OF CRABS.

GOOD OLD MARIA TOOK A SHOT ON THE PORT SIDE.

SHOT WATER ALL THE WAY OVER,

WASHED HER CRAB OFF, GOT UNDERNEATH HER FEET,

SHE DROPPED FACE-FIRST ON THE DECK.

[ CHUCKLES ] MAN, FREEZING COLD.

Man: MAKE THAT THREE-TEN! 3-1-0!

Narrator: WITH THE COUNTS INCREASING AND THE CREW BACK ON ITS FEET...

FOUND A LITTLE POCKET, WORK THAT [BLEEP].

EVEN IF IT'S A TANK AT A TIME, MAN.

JOSH AND CASEY ZERO IN ON A NEW HOT SPOT.

[ CHEERING ]

GOT 33 BULLETS ON DECK.

LET'S LOAD THAT GUN.

IF THIS DOES GO VERY WELL.

HOPEFULLY MAKING A TRIP OUT OF IT.

Narrator: 115 MILES SOUTH...

ON THE SUMMER BAY.

Man: WHOA!

THE GRIND OF THE SUMMER BAY CONTINUES.

[ GROANS ]

Narrator: COMMITTED TO WORKING SMALL POCKETS OF CRAB

SOUTH OF THE FLEET, CAPTAIN WILD BILL WICHROWSKI

PUSHES THROUGH HIS 25th STRAIGHT HOUR

WITH NO END IN SIGHT.

OH, MAN.

I'M TOO BIG AND TOO OLD

TO BE ON MY FEET FOR THIS MANY HOURS IN A ROW.

I'M NOT AS SPRY AS I USED TO BE.

WHOA! YEAH, BABY! WHOO!

I WISH I WAS A SMARTER YOUNG MAN.

I WOULDN'T BE HERE RIGHT NOW.

[ CHEERING ]

WE HIT IT, YEAH!

-ALL RIGHT! -ALL RIGHT.

Bill: THESE GUYS ARE OUT THERE IN THE CRAP.

-WATCH OUT. -WHOO!

SO I ALWAYS LET THEM GO TO BED.

IT'S CATCHING UP ON ME.

EVEN MY EYESIGHT GETS BLURRY.

MAKE YOU FEEL SAFE RIGHT NOW WITH ME?

-YEAH! -YEAH, BABY.

Bill: WAVE, WAVE, WAVE, WAVE!

184! 1-8-4.

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I CAN'T QUIT. I GOT TO DO EVERYTHING I CAN.

[ CHEERING ]

YEAH!

BACK ON THE BEAT!

ROLLING JUST SHOULDER DEEP,

AND THE ONLY WAY OUT OF IT

IS TO COME OUT WITH A HANDFUL OF MONEY.

AFTER THIS ONE, WE GOT TWO FULL STRINGS AND A COUPLE SHORTIES.

NO REST FOR THE WICKED HERE.

[BLEEP], MAN.

WE GOT A LONG WAY TO GO.

Narrator: 245 MILES NORTHWEST,

STRADDLING AMERICAN AND RUSSIAN WATERS.

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Harley: THIS IS A NICE ONE.

UP AT THE KREMLIN, MAN, WE'RE...

PRETTY FOUL DAY RIGHT NOW.

BUT IT'S NOT GOING TO LET UP.

Narrator: AS THE BOMB CYCLONE HARASSES THE BERING SEA'S

NORTHERN REACH,

CAPTAIN STEVE HARLEY DAVIDSON PREPARES TO PULL ALL 200 POTS

AND DISCOVER IF HIS RUSSIAN WALL CAUSED THE CRAB TO FALL.

ALL RIGHT, GUYS, ABOUT FIFTEEN MINUTES

AND WE'RE GONNA HAUL SOME POTS.

YEAH, IT'S NASTY OUT THERE.

YOU DON'T SEE MANY BOATS UP HERE.

EVERYBODY ELSE IS ALL FRICKIN' DOWN BELOW OR ANCHORED UP

OR SOMETHING.

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I DON'T BLAME 'EM.

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WHOA!

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[BLEEP].

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HOLY [BLEEP].

Man: MUNSEY REALLY GOT IT.

[BLEEP].

MONTE'S ROOM JUST GOT SOAKED.

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NARRATOR: THIS WEEK ON "SALTY TAKES."

Keith: MY NEW DIET IS THE KEITH-O DIET

UNI IS DEFINITELY ON THE KEITH-O DIET.

Narrator: IT'S A SALTY SNACK.

Keith: SEA URCHIN.

SO YOU KNOW THOSE SPINY THING YOU SEE IN THE OCEAN?

USUALLY THEY HAVE THE BIG, LONG BLACK SPIKES?

UP HERE, THEY'RE THESE LITTLE PURPLE URCHINS.

IF YOU GO TO A JAPANESE RESTAURANT, THIS IS UNI.

THIS IS NOT NOVICE SUSHI, OKAY?

[ LAUGHS ]

THIS IS LIKE THE BIG BOY STUFF.

DOESN'T GET ANY BETTER THAN THIS, MAN.

NOW, THE BERING SEA HAS THE MOST PROLIFIC

AND HEALTHIEST FISHING RESOURCE ON THE PLANET.

BUT THERE WILL BE ONE LESS SEA URCHIN ON THE BOTTOM.

[ LAUGHS ]

BECAUSE THAT'S MY SNACK FOR THE DAY

ON THE KEITH-O DIET.

Narrator: KEITH AND HIS DIET FALL TO THIRD PLACE

WHILE THE NORTHWESTERN AND CORNELIA

CLAIM FIRST AND SECOND.

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[BLEEP]

Narrator: ON THE RUSSIAN LINE...

THAT'S A 20 FOOTER RIGHT THERE.

Narrator: ...A ROGUE WAVE ENVELOPS THE SOUTHERN WIND...

Man: MUNSEY REALLY GOT IT.

Narrator: ...BREACHING THE VENTILATION DUCTS

ON TOP OF THE WHEELHOUSE

AND FLOODING THE CREW'S QUARTERS.

MUNSEY'S ROOM JUST GOT SOAKED.

EVERYTHING IN MY ROOM IS [BLEEP] SOAKED.

ALL MY CLOTHES, MY BED.

I HAVE TO GO TO WORK NOW,

AND EVERYTHING THAT I HAVE IS SOAKING WET.

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Harley: WE GOT TO GET SOME [BLEEP] DONE TODAY, THOUGH, MAN.

THAT'S WHAT WE DO.

Man: THOSE BIG ROLLERS, THOUGH, BUT STILL, IT'S [BLEEP], YEAH.

-BIG WAVES, TOO. -CHAIN OF COMMAND.

EVERYBODY'S PRETTY FRUSTRATED RIGHT NOW.

YOU'LL BE JUST FINE.

OKAY, FIRST ONE COMING UP HERE.

TRAVEL A FRICKIN' DOZEN HOURS TO GET UP HERE TO RUSSIAN BORDER.

Narrator: AFTER BURNING THOUSANDS OF DOLLARS IN FUEL

AND LAYING WASTE TO CREW MORALE IN UNRELENTING WEATHER,

HARLEY NEEDS A PAYOFF.

HOPE AND PRAY.

JUST HOPE AND PRAY FOR SOMETHING HERE.

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COME ON, BABY!

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Man: YEAH, BABY!

[ CHEERING ]

OH YEAH!

Narrator: THE VETERAN SKIPPER'S BET

TO SET ALL HIS GEAR ON THE RUSSIAN LINE...

[ CHEERING ]

...BRINGS HIM AND THE CREW POTS OF OPILIO GOLD.

Harley: 40...490.

WOW.

THAT WAS 500 IN THAT ONE.

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I THINK THESE RE WHERE THE BIG BOYS LIVE.

COLLECTING CRAB BEFORE THEY GET OVER THE RUSSIAN SIDE.

WHOO!

Narrator: AND AS FOR WATERLOGGED DECKHAND MUNSEY KENNON...

WE'RE NOT DOING THAT BAD.

THAT'S REALLY, REALLY GOOD FISHING.

THERE'S NOTHING LIKE HOT FISHING TO THAW A FROSTY DEMEANOR.

SOMETIMES TAKES A LITTLE BIT TO GET ON 'EM.

WORKED OUT PRETTY GOOD.

THE SOUTHERN WIND IS THE FIRST ALASKAN CRABBER

TO SINK HER TEETH INTO THE MEATY PILE OF OPILIO

STRADDLING THE RUSSIAN LINE.

Harley: IT'S WORTH IT.

OH, IT'S WAY WORTH IT.

[ CHUCKLES ]

Keith: GUYS, YOU GOT ONE MORE ON THIS STRING.

STILL HAULING THE TOWN SOAK.

JUST [BLEEP] BLOWS.

Narrator: AND AS THE SOUTHERN POCKETS OF CRAB PETER OUT...

Keith: WE CAN'T SCRATCH FISH.

I'D BE OUT HERE FOR A MONTH TRYING TO FILL THIS BOAT.

SO WE NEED TO HIT THE ROAD.

ALL RIGHT, GUYS.

Narrator: MORE CAPTAINS TURN THEIR EYES NORTH...

Keith: I WANT TO GO ALL THE WAY UP THE HILL TO THE RUSSIAN BORDER.

WE'LL LET THEM SCRAPE UP THE DREGS.

...LEAVING THE LAST STRAGGLERS TO HIT OR MISS

ON THE ELUSIVE SIGNS OF LIFE BELOW.

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Josh: YEAH.

TURN THIS MILK INTO BUTTER.

[ CHEERING ]

-LOOK AT THAT THING. -OH, [BLEEP].

WHOO!

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THREE-OH-THREE!

EH! EH! EH! EH! EH! THAT'S PRETTY GOOD. [ CHUCKLES ]

AND BY THE END OF TONIGHT,

WE'LL BE SETTING SOME GEAR AT SOME POINT IN TIME.

Narrator: AND ON THE SUMMER BAY...

Man: AH, [BLEEP].

Bill: I AM WORN OUT AND BURNED OUT.

[ CHEERING ]

Man: [BLEEP]

AHH, MAN.

Man: NOTHIN'!

Bill: I'VE BEEN RUNNING ON ADRENALINE.

I GOT UP AT 8:00 O'CLOCK IN THE MORNING TWO DAYS AGO.

IT'S 3:00 O'CLOCK RIGHT NOW, SO FIVE HOURS SHORT OF 48.

-[BLEEP] -OH!

I MADE IT THIS LONG.

[ YAWNS ] WHAT'S ANOTHER HOUR OR SO?

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WHOO!

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THAT'S A LOT OF WATER COMING OVER THERE.

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HEY, BILL.

BILL.

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GET DOWN!

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