16x05 - Double Agent

[bunniefuu]

♪

scott: Red crab, we got lucky.

♪

but golden king crab --

that's gonna be
the real test.

1987 was the last time
this thing's been fished.

And if we can prove
that there's crab up there,

this could be a gold mine.

This is untapped resource.

But going out on the bering sea
boils down to having no quit.

Man: Whoa.

This is not good.

Scott:
You have to take some risks.

Casey:
Setting these at 46 fathoms.

[ russian accent ]
same as mother russia.

That's what I'm talking about!

Please, please, please.

Scott: You've got to keep
your crew focused.

No, it's your [bleep] job!

You have to keep your cool.

Let's that cargo -- let it go,
let it go, let it go.

Man: Whoa!

Damn it.

At the end of the day,

it's about not letting the fear
hold you back.

♪

[ exhales sharply ]

[ seagulls crying ]

captions paid for by
discovery communications

♪

narrator: 130 miles northeast
of dutch harbor aboard...

Josh: Oh, boy.

♪

narrator:
...On the cornelia marie...

[ grunts ]

[ laughing ]

did you see that?

I thought I saw a fish
in the window.

Narrator: ...Captains
josh harris and casey mcmanus

punch through 25-foot seas
in pursuit of their next string.

Yesterday was great,

putting 20,000 pounds
of king crab on the boat.

We're gonna haul
these two strings.

I'd like to get
a consistent 40, but...

One hand [bleep] the other,

and I'll tell you which one
will fill up faster.

Ready to start seeing it
build up

those [bleep] phenomenal pots

that we do so well
on this here c.M. Machine.

♪

fighting through storm
after storm,

the young skippers
track the crab

across the far reaches
of the bering sea.

We got to get this boat full
and get delivered.

And with an offload
fast approaching,

they need to keep the biomass
in their cross hairs.

Come on. [ chuckles ]
come on.

♪

man: Oh!

Oh.

There you go.

Wow.

Son of a b*tch
that one sucked.

Mm!

♪

how much?

That ain't gonna cut it.

♪

we got to get this boat full
and get delivered.

The russian market's getting
flooded with crab right now,

so kind of worried
about prices now.

Narrator: Facing ferocious
russian competition

and prices
dropping by the day,

josh and casey must turn empty
pots into full ones fast.

Man: Not so good.

Damn it.

♪

what do I do?

Narrator: But the ticking clock
and building seas

mean no time for a big move.

I got some thinking
to do here.

I mean,
there's hardly any boats.

I think they're just gone out of
this area is what I think.

♪

I got an idea.

So, you know that new program
with the vessel tracker?

I was looking over here...

At russia.

You see how they have
that orange color there?

Yeah.
Okay.

Gonna come back
over here.

You see this orange right here?

Yeah.
Same depth.

With no american ships
close by to give off clues,

casey points his gaze
toward his red rivals

via their state-of-the-art
global positioning software.

See where those guys
are fishing?

There's two of the boats, right?
Yeah.

The russian boats are setting up
quite a bit shallower.

They've been hanging out
over there for a couple of days

in the same depth,
so they must be on to something.

I think it's worth the shot
to go up a little bit shallower,

get in the same depths that
the russian boats are fishing

and see if we can get that,
the same temperature range.

You know what I mean?

Now with the russkies
already delivering

nearly three-quarters
of their quota to market...

Alright, guys.
We got about three miles.

...And the russian fleet
congregating at one depth...

[ russian accent ]
setting these at 46 fathoms.

Same as mother russia.

...Casey plans to move his gear
from barren grounds

to the same depth
as his comrades,

using russian intelligence
for his own covert operation.

So that's the plan?

We're gonna set
on russian numbers.

Well, not on russian numbers.
Just russian depth.

That's a pretty wild idea,

but we got to do something
at this point.

Hopefully, they'd be putin
the crab in the pot.

Yeah.

[ laughing ]

I always know that
they talk about

how putin's watching our people
over here,

but now we're apparently
watching them.

And that's what we're doing.

♪

130 miles southwest,
in dutch harbor...

Got the permit and got the tags.
I'm excited.

♪

for red crab, it was a race
against the prize.

We did that.

Narrator: ...Fresh off knocking
out his red king quota,

captain scott campbell jr.
Trades 35,000 pounds

for $420,000.

Now I'm gambling again.

We've been working on
this permit for five years

so we can go up to this ground
up by the russian border

and go fish
for these golden king crab.

Nobody's fished it since 1987.

They caught hundreds
of thousands of pounds of crab.

Narrator:
Now he plots an expedition

to grounds left untouched
for over three decades.

I mean,
this golden crab fishery

is like a modern-day gold rush.

We could put a quarter-million
dollars worth of crab

on the boat or more.

Narrator: If the skipper finds
an abundance of the spinier,

sweeter golden king

in the far northern reaches
near russian waters,

the multimillion-dollar fishery
may reopen

for the entire fleet...

Hey, boys,
I got the tags right here.

-Hey!
-Go!

...With junior first in line
to tap the virgin grounds.

Doing this right now takes me
back to the derby days,

where you make a lot of money.

So hopefully kick a*s
on golden king crab.

Scott: Let's throw some lines
and get out of here.

Man: Whoo!

Go see if we can find
some golden king crab.

I'm excited!

Whoo!

♪

narrator: With all hands aboard,
the seabrooke begins

her grueling, 70-hour journey
to a far cold north.

This is a risk
that most folks would not take,

to go up to an unproven grounds
with 60 pots.

For all I know,
we could get up there

and not catch
a single golden crab.

Or we can find the mother lode.

Now I've got to figure out
how to catch these crab.

♪

narrator: 215 miles northeast
of dutch harbor...

♪

-yeah, yeah!
-Go!

-Whoo!
-We on it!

-Yeah!
-Whoo!

Man: We found 'em!

Got the crab.
-Yeah!

Cha-ching!
That's pretty dandy.

Man: Yeah!

Narrator:
...On the summer bay...

Man:
Big guy coming your way.

Bill: I'll take it.

Man: Whoo! Whoo!

Yeah!

Look at that [bleep]

nice, big crab.

This is their furthest east
and north.

Narrator: ...Captain
"wild" bill wichrowski hauls

and sets back on the hottest
signs of life in the northeast.

[ all cheer ]

bill: About three miles
of pretty spectacular fishing.

I just got to stay with it.

Man: Whoo!

59. 59 in that pot.

♪

we hope there's enough
to finish it up.

There's a lot of hoping
going on here,

because I want to just
get out of here in one piece.

♪

bill: Talk to me.
What's going on?

[ beep ]

alright.
I'll take it easy on her.

Narrator: After engine failure
forced into town,

bill brought along
an insurance policy

in the form of engineer
billy greenstreet jr.

Bill:
I'm really glad billy came.

You know, without him,

we wouldn't be
even attempting this.

But we're here now,

so I just have to try
to baby these engines,

get my quota,
and limp on out of here

without blowing up this motor.

It's a little bit of a question

to whether or not our port main
is gonna work.

Hopefully it works out
and doesn't scramble the motor.

Need to catch this crab now.

Man: I have no idea
where the [bleep] he is.

He's probably in there
sleeping again.

Un-[bleep]-believable.

Narrator:
Adding to bill's problems...

Bill: Vasily!

Narrator: Mate and --
well, close chum vasily.

It's weird.
I mean, I get the feeling

the average fisherman in russia
is tough as nails.

We got the runt of the litter,
I think.

He's late every time on deck.

"nice. Thank you.

I'm glad I got it ready
for you."

he has a lot of crab.

♪

man: Hurry up
and tie the door, vasily.

Bill: Hurry up.

Man: Oh!

No, it's your [bleep] job!

Tie the [bleep] door!

Yeah, I do have
a [bleep] problem with it!

No, do your [bleep] job!

You want to do that
and my [bleep] job?!

[bleep] problem, dude?!

Oh, I'm your problem?

Oh, we'll see you
in town, buddy.

Are we ready?

[bleep] do your [bleep] job
like a man.

Don't [bleep] argue with people
about how to [bleep]

I'm just trying
to keep my cool.

And scrounge the last few
for the quota.

So tired of watching
these [bleep] doors be loose!

[ alarm blaring ]

whoa. I think we might have
just lost the port engine.

Billy, check the engine room.

It's running away.

We just lost it.

Narrator:
On the summer bay...

[ alarm blaring ]

whoa. I think we might have
just lost the port engine.

Billy, check the engine room.

♪

it's running away.
We just lost it.

♪

narrator:
...Captain wild bill's jerry
rigged portside main engine

finally lets go.

The problem --
a patch on the injector fails,

flooding the engine
with fuel and oil.

[ alarm blaring ]

man: [ groans ]

♪

worse, the surge of oil up
the superheated exhaust stacks

makes the summer bay
a tinderbox ready to spark.

Yeah, there's oil that came up
through the stack

all the way up here,

stack that runs
about 650 degrees.

Yeah, major fire hazard.

♪

summer bay lost its main
and went up in flames.

♪

narrator: With his dark boss
on fire watch

and his engine in triage,

wild bill is dead in the water.

Bill: Something finally
gave away and gave loose.

What will happen sometimes
is burning a lot of oil,

you get stack fires.

I don't think
we're gonna have it,

but we got some [bleep] brain
down in there,

so I just want to be ready,

see what happens when we try
to fire it up again.

Back in the hole we go.

♪

narrator: 80 miles southwest...

♪

casey:
Alright, guys, we're gonna
go ahead and pop these off here.

We're a little bit shallower
than normal, but --

yeah. Casey's putin them
at 46 fathoms.

...On the cornelia marie...

Alright.
Go ahead and send it.

Man: Whoo!

-Ready?
-Yeah.

[ beep ]
man: Pot over.

♪

I got this harebrained idea
about setting this string

in the same depth that they're
fishing it over in russia,

'cause I can see
the boats over there,

and we're damn close
to that depth anyway,

and we don't know
where the crab are.

So give it a shot.

Narrator: After gathering intel
on russian fishing vessels

with american satellites,
master spy casey mcmanus...

I don't know, man.

Shut up.

...And his begrudging
co-captain, josh,

shift their gear
three miles over

to the same depths
as their competitors,

hoping that deep down,

american crab
and russian crab

aren't that different
after all.

I really hope
this intel they got

from these russians is good.

We'll see
if they went shallow or not.

Please, please, please.

Pray, pray.
Let us pray.

Narrator:
As the cornelia boys take a page
from the russian playbook...

♪

...The seabrooke points its bow
towards mother russia herself.

♪

[ belches ]

after enduring a grueling
70-hour voyage...

Man: Are we there yet?

♪

[ cartoon plays on tv ]

...Captain scott campbell jr.
Arrives

on the deeper canyon grounds
of the fabled golden king crab,

just 60 miles
from the russian line.

Scott: We're working off
the commissioner's permit

that's issued by the state.

And we're up here, basically
trying to assess the stock.

Narrator:
The only skipper selected
by fish and game for the task,

the 25-year veteran
kicks off his crusade

to harvest 30,000 pounds

and test the viability
of the golden fishery.

Okay, guys, one mile.

Get ready to set these pots off.

We're at 97 fathoms.

I want to get started setting
in 100 fathoms.

Man: Roger.

History's shown that these
golden crab are deepwater crab.

So we'll probably be fishing
anywhere from 750 foot

down to 1,650 foot.

That's deep, deep water.

Narrator:
On the brink of the abyss,

golden crab live
up to five times deeper

than normal king crab.

Scott:
These crab live on the edges.
They don't live on the flats.

That's why they're so tough
to catch.

There's so much current, it just
makes it twice as violent.

Narrator:
At those depths, tidal flows
strain the shots of pot line,

pushing the tensile strength
to the limit

as they span over a quarter-mile
to the ocean floor below.

We got to fish real deep.

There's seven shots
in the pot.

We got to be real careful or it
will be a major [bleep] show.

♪

scott: Oh, there we go.
100 fathoms.

♪

okay.

We're 100 fathoms deep,
and we can start setting here.

Make sure everything
goes over clean.

Man: Whoo!

Here we go.

Man: Whoo! Catch some crab!

-First one!
-[ laughs ] whoo!

-Golden king crab!
-Yeah, guys! Nice!

[ all cheering ]

typically now,
when I'd make the set,

I'd have to look up real quick
to get the buoy number.

They're still throwing shots.

♪

man: Whoo!

Scott: We've got to prove
that the crab are here.

First,
we've got to find them.

Come on, baby.

♪

narrator: Coming up...

Bill: I'm doing everything I can
do to keep this thing alive.

It's held together
with duct tape,

baling wire, and band-A*DS.

Man:
Turn it off, turn it off!

Turn it off!

What the [bleep]
is wrong with the block?

Son of a b*tch.

Narrator: 215 miles northeast
of dutch harbor,

on the summer bay...

Nick:
I'm here to familiarize myself.

These fire extinguishers
use oil inside the stacks

all over the place down there.

Huge fire hazard/

narrator:
...With his crew on firewatch...

...Captain wild bill
and his engineer

race to repair
the portside main engine

that spewed oil and diesel
up the exhaust stack.

We're gonna just try to stack
and go.

Or we might make one hail mary.

Bill: ...45.

Ready?

Narrator: Still short $200,000
worth of crab on the season,

the skipper needs his engine
to turn over

to put an end
to the fall fishery.

Bill: Well, billy,
put everything back together.

I sure hope this works.

Alright, here it is,
we got r.P.M.,

so we've got oil pressure.

[ cheering ]

two engines!

And she's smoking a little.

[ chuckles ]

what she's been through,
I bet she needs to smoke.

[ laughter ]

nice job, billy!

Oh, wait.

It'll be interesting to see...

Oh, can't run it too hard.

It's turning and it's moving us
in that direction,

but it's sure not giving us
much push.

Alright, guys,
thanks for hanging in there.

We're almost done here.
Yeah!

We're going to get
what we need to get.

Nobody wants out of here
more than me.

Man:
I doubt he'll give up.

I don't think bill wants to quit
till we get our number.

Keep our fingers crossed.

♪

narrator:
575 five miles northwest...

♪

mac: Yeah,
we're just getting ready here.

Little things like getting
our measuring sticks ready,

you know?

Ding, ding, ding, ding.

Money, money, money.

Don't even need this
'cause they're so big.

Money, money, money, money.

[ laughter ]

narrator:
...Aboard the seabrooke...

Junior:
We ready, boys?

Man:
Come on, dude.

Coming in hot.

Yeah!

Really hoping that we're
going to see some crab here.

A pioneer in a fishery
that's either going to be

really good or really bad.

The moment of truth coming up.

Narrator: ...For the first time
in 30 years,

the bering sea captain
stands on the brink

of a historic
golden king crab haul,

assuming junior
sets in the right place.

There's the service line.

Come on, baby.

Oh-h*-h*!

♪

whoa-h*!

Holy [bleep]

[ laughs ]

holy crap. Look at that.
There's crab in there.

♪

yeah.

Yeah, look at that.
Look at that.

[ cheering ]

♪

that's what
we're looking for, boys.

This is awesome.

Man: Yeah!

That's money in the bank
right there.

♪

yeah,
there's a lot of females.

Ooh.

Yeah,
this is what we're looking for.

All legs.
That's good, that's healthy.

There we go right here.
Male.

Junior:
So look at the difference

between
these deepwater golden crab

and your traditional
king crab -- a lot more spines.

Now, those are sharp
son of a g*ns.

And they are aggressive.

Look how fast they're moving.

And where the king crab
are real lethargic,

these guys are climbers, man.

They just want to go
wherever the heck they want to.

They're on ridges all day long,
climbing on canyons.

Look at him go.
It's like a jumping spider, man.

This tells me
that we got biomass.

Where there's females,
there's gonna be males.

♪

look at this hogger,
man!

That's what we want!
It's heavy!

♪

what was the count on that?

One-one, 11 crab.

That is so cool.

When you're doing
an exploratory fishery,

you need to see pots like that

to give you
a little sign of hope.

Now we've got hope.

We're going to get dialed in.

Mac:
We're doing good, man.

Hope this next pot
has big, big crab

like that last one
we just looked at.

Whoa! Holy [bleep]

[bleep] me.

[bleep] damn it.

♪

we just lost a pot.

Very strong currents right now.

Haven't seen currents like this
in a long time.

Narrator: Junior hauls his gear
through waters four times deeper

than the king crab grounds.

The canyon's currents
pull on the pot

and overpower
the one-inch-thick line...

Snapping it in two,

sending the pot back
to the golden king's domain.

Son of a b*tch.

Can't afford to lose a pot.

That one [bleep] pot
just set us back.

Narrator:
Equipped with only 60 pots

and 570 miles away
from the nearest pot yard...

[bleep] damn it.

Narrator:
...Every b*llet counts

on junior's
far north expedition.

We'll have to
figure out something

to see
if we can get that baby back.

Roger.

Son of a b*tch. [ groans ]

this is a bummer.

It's not what we need now.

[ groans ]

not a good start off.

Narrator: 133 miles northeast
of dutch harbor...

Alright, bags are
right in front of us here.

Show me
this [bleep] glory.

Narrator:
...On the cornelia marie...

Casey:
Alright, guys, this is

those russian depths
that we set.

Hopefully, we come up
with something out of it.

Man: Yeah!

Narrator: ...Using technology
to peek behind the ice curtain,

casey mcmanus hauls
in the same deeper fathom range

as the russians...

Right now,
my gut feeling says

it's just time
to take a nap,

not watch
this painful setup.

[ chuckles ]

there ain't no crab
down here.

While co-captain josh suspects
the crab have simply moved on.

When all the pots
get onboard,

we'll help you set them
in a new area.

[ groans ] oh, god.

Big numbers.
We need big numbers.

We'll see.

♪

narrator:
Just shy of their quota,

the skippers need a 65 average
to fill their tanks

and get in on the high prices
at dock.

Kind of match
the russians,

see what
they were fishing

because there was nothing here
to read.

Sometimes, you just got to
follow your gut,

think outside the borders.

Pull a rabbit
out of a hat.

Surprise me.

♪

here it comes.

♪

[ cheering ]

holy [bleep]

[bleep]

oh [bleep]

told you!

That's for real?

It's for real, real.

[bleep]

oh, my god.

Look at that table.

Oh, my god.
Wow!

[ laughs ]

man: Yeah!

Biggest pot I've ever seen --
ever.

Maria: [bleep]
that's what I'm talking about!

I love it so much.

Take a look at that.

That's a lot of crab.

♪

man: Eight-eight!

88!
88!

Eight-eight!

Boom.
High pot for the season.

88?

88.

We get that all the way
through this string

and our next string,
we're done with the tank.

First pot's always a liar,
though.

Ow!

Narrator: The first haul
too good to be true,

josh withholds judgment

until there's
a repeat performance.

High pot of the year so far.

Game on, baby.

Never thought I'd get
a beautiful set of crabs

on a beautiful day like this.

Hold on, watch out!

Turn it off, turn it off!
Turn it off!

This isn't good.
What the [bleep] going on?

♪

[bleep] good.

[bleep]

what the [bleep] is wrong
with the block?

The block, or hydraulically
powered pulley system

that hauls pots
up from the ocean floor,

is, in technical terms, busted.

Can you watch this
for just a minute?

Something's wrong
with the block.

I got to go look at it.

♪

[bleep]

casey:
This sucks.

We just got
out of some incredible numbers,

or at least one pot
with incredible numbers,

and now we're not hauling gear.

This could force us
to go back into dutch harbor.

Josh:
Definitely not good.

Little help, big guy,
little help.

Come on, lord.

♪

narrator:
550 miles far north...

A stone's throw
from russian waters...

♪

man:
It was a good set.

Just started very poorly
by losing a pot.

...On the seabrooke...

We only have 60 pots

that we were able
to come out with,

then we lost the pot
because we had a bad line.

Narrator:
After consolidating his gear

on the best sign of life
from his opening set...

Junior:
We mark it down on our log book.

I can't afford to lose gear.

So it's important right now
to take the time,

get this frickin' pot back.

Narrator:
...Captain scott campbell jr.

Prepares to retrieve the pot
ripped from its block

by vicious deep currents

1,400 feet
below the water's surface.

Doesn't have to be pretty.

Just something, you know,
barbaric

that will be able
to pull two pots at once.

Man: Roger.

♪

narrator:
Miles from home

and desperate
for every piece of his gear

to perform in the far north,
the skipper orders a rescue op.

We're gonna have to
get the pot drag built

and, hope, you know,
we can get that pot back.

Narrator: The plan?

Forge scrap metal
into grappling hooks...

All welded up,
ready to catch a pot.

Yeah, baby!

Narrator:
...Then attach the hooks

to the line on the second pot.

Right here.

We're take another one,
put it on another shot.

Narrator: Once secure,
junior will set this grapple pot

on the lost pot's coordinates
and leave it for eight hours,

this time using
the deep currents in his favor

to tangle the hooks
and the severed line.

Junior will haul
the grapple pot,

hoping both will come up
to the surface,

leaving no pot behind.

This will be dangling,
and it'll catch the pot.

And we can pull it up.

That's the plan.

We've got three hooks --
one, two, three, right here.

Okay, let's see.

Yep, right here.

This is the pot that we broke.

We've got the hooks out there.

Looks like we're ready.

Okay, we're getting close.

Mac:
I hope we get the pot back.

But it's a one in a million.

♪

okay, let her go.

Alright, going over!
Here we go!

♪

junior:
First hook's going over.

Looks like it went clean.

Second hook's going over.

That one went clean.

So far, it's looking good.

Well, it's not like
it's a guarantee that you're

going to get the pot back
or get this pot back.

You know, if it shapes up
while it's sitting there,

you can actually lose both pots.

That would be a bad deal.

Rescue pot is deployed.

♪

now, we just got to let it
do its thing, come back,

and hopefully, it's tangled up
in our pot that we broke off

and we'll get them both back.

I lose more gear,
we're gonna be in trouble.

Narrator:
This week on "salty takes"...

Josh:
We kind of looked over it,

where the depths
the guys in russia were fishing.

Narrator:
...On the cornelia marie...

We were aiming
for the crab superhighway

but feel pretty confident...

That the string
is going to b*mb.

Narrator: ...As josh
tries to mask his fears...

Casey tests
josh's fear of masks.

♪

aah!
[bleep]

[ laughs ]
god.

Why do you do that?

Yeah!

[bleep]

want me to have
a [bleep] heart attack?

I think
I [bleep] my pants.

Something really wrong
with you.

I don't know what it is.

So many things
you don't even want to ask.

[ both laugh ]

the saga remains in the top spot
as the cornelia marie

banks on casey mcmanusov's
russian set.

Narrator: 133 miles northeast
of dutch harbor...

♪

trip of nightmares.

Narrator:
...On the cornelia marie...

Block can't haul anything.

It's like teasing a kid
in a candy store.

It's like showing him
through the window

what he could have,

and the guy
just pulls the blinds.

Narrator: ...After getting
a taste of big fishing

in the same depths
as their russian rivals...

Like it wants to.

...Captains josh and casey
are blocked by block.

♪

man: All gear.

[ laughs ]

whoo-hoo!

Kudos to my comrade
casey mcmanus, saving the day.

We're back in business.

♪

well, I hope it wasn't
a one-pot wonder.

♪

narrator: With the block fixed,
all that remains to be seen

is if their first full pot on
the russian depths was a liar

or a sign of things to come.

♪

pretty please
with sugar on top.

♪

make me see
a big, fat pot.

♪

oh, yeah.

Liking it?

Oh, yeah.

[bleep]

[ cheering ]

oh, yeah.
Oh, yeah!

Half full, baby.

[ laughs ]

man: I think we're probably
making some good money.

One-oh-one.

That's insane.

One-oh-one, dude.

Alright pot of the season.

[ laughs ]
that's better than sex!

Oh, excuse me, maria,
I'm sorry.

That's real exciting,
guys.

That's what I'm talking about!

I totally forgot
she was out there.

[ both laugh ]

[ cheering ]

♪

casey pulls a rabbit
out of his a*s.

Hell, yeah!

Narrator:
85 miles northeast...

On the deck of the summer bay...

[ cheering ]

yeah!

...The crew brings up
pot after pot of king crab.

[ cheering ]

second pot,
hell, yeah!

But in the house...

[ groans ]

the motor's shaking.

I'm doing everything I can do
to keep this thing alive.

It's held together
with duct tape,

baling wire, and band-A*DS.

Narrator:
...An engine on its last legs...

Bill: Get in there
and grab the pot, vasily.

Grab the [bleep] pot, vasily!

Narrator: And a greenhorn
on bill's last nerve...

Bill: I don't think I've ever
wanted a guy off my boat

as bad as I want
vasily off this boat.

Narrator: ...Forces the veteran
to crunch the numbers,

praying there isn't much more
road to home.

Bill:
Engine problems, crew problems.

I want to get out of here.

♪

you know what?

[bleep] stack these b*tches.

[ cheering ]

narrator: Confident that he's
got what he needs in his pots,

wild bill gives the order
to stack on,

signaling a welcome end
to his king crab season.

Bill:
I feel confident

that there's enough
in the string

to get our quota caught
and get out of here.

We've got this.

♪

narrator:
580 miles northwest...

On the seabrooke.

See if we can't catch
that pot that broke off on us.

Just a matter of whether
that pot got tangled up

with the pot
that we broke off.

Narrator:
...Captain scott campbell jr.

Positions the vessel
to retrieve his rescue pod,

banking on the deep currents

to tangle his grappling hooks
with the lost pot's line.

Junior:
Alright, here we go, boys,

get buoys through the block.

Somebody be paying attention
for floating line.

Man: Roger.
Here we go! Here we go!

♪

narrator: The crew secures
the rescue pot in the block.

Now hoping the grappling hooks

bring the snapped pot's line
to the surface,

captain and crew
scan the darkness

for any hint of success.

No signs of floating line yet.

♪

oh [bleep]

my pot's on the wrong side
of the boat.

Let that pot go. Let it go.

Let it go, let it go, let it go.
Hurry up. Hurry up.

Narrator: The grapple pot
raises the snapped line,

but it floats
to the wrong side of the boat.

Now junior must ditch
the rescue pot,

maneuver, thread,
and haul the shredded line

before the deep currents
pull it back under.

Junior:
...So I don't [bleep] cut.

♪

I'm driving blind here.

What do you see?
What do you see?

Yep, I see it,
I see it, I see it.

Roger, roger.

Get that hook ready.

We're ready!
We're ready!

I see it. I see it.
See the line right there.

Oh, man. Here we go.

♪

suck it in, suck it in.
Get it in, get it in.

Get out. Pull it easy.

♪

yeah, keep rolling
that block up slow.

Keep bringing.
Keep winding it in.

Got too much tension
on that line.

Bring it back here.

♪

okay.

[ cheering ]

we got the lost pot up.

One to go.

Narrator:
With the lost pot secured,

the grapple pot swiftly follows.

Oh.

Back in business again.

We got both pots back.
Everything worked out safe.

Now we can get back to work

trying to catch
some golden crab.

[ cheering ]

narrator: Junior's quest
for the golden crab

is full steam ahead.

Oh, yeah, baby!

Yeah, sign of life, so maybe we
can get dialed in around here.

Junior:
We're just getting started.

This could be a new discovery
right here.

[ cheering ]

there's that sense of fear.

But you got to stake your claim.

This is an opportunity
of a lifetime.

I'm going to make it work.

♪