16x10 - Harm's Way

[bunniefuu]

♪

josh:
Good morning, gents.

Man: Whoo!

We're closer to russia
than we are the united states.

Weather's gonna be [bleep]
for the next couple days.

Storms beating down on us,
the siberian blast.

It's only gonna get colder.

Man: Heads up!

Bill: Watch the rail,
watch the rail.

[ men scream ]

just embrace the pure chaos.

Man: Whoa!

I'm dead in the water.
I got zero steering. Nothing.

Learn to enjoy the pain,
endure it.

I should've never hired
three greenhorns.

Bad move.

-Watch out!
-Aah!

That is what crab fishing
is all about.

That is what makes
a crab fisherman.

We have 38 hours,
and then it's done.

♪

[ men screaming ]

♪

we're here to do this thing.

Love you [bleep]

first pot's
right off the bow here.

[ man shouts indistinctly ]

all right.

Man: Here we go!

Good speech, huh?

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♪

bill: When I was a kid,
the cold w*r was going on.

It was always us
against the russians.

It just gets more complicated
every year.

Narrator: Seizing a 10-day head
start on their winter season,

200-foot russian
catcher-processors

deploy to the u.S.-Russo border,

hunting the opilio biomass

as it migrates back
and forth across the line.

But as the smaller dutch harbor
fleet races north

to claim their quota...

Man: Going over.

Scott jr.: Oh, man.

It's like a siberian blast
coming right at us

for the next six
to seven days here.

Narrator:
...A low pressure weather system
out of the russian tundra

dubbed the "siberian blast"

throws a match
on the powder keg,

barreling southeast
across the bering sea.

What it does is, it absorbs all
the cold air from the arctic

to russia, to alaska,
puts it all on the bering sea.

And it's just gonna get colder
from here.

Narrator: As mother nature
shows her teeth...

Bill: Everything's frozen.
Lousy.

Not fit for man or beast here.

Narrator: ...The american fleet
must withstand

mother russia's
two-pronged attack --

her fleet and her frigid fury.

It's a tough way to make a buck,
but that won't stop us.

Narrator: 395 miles
northwest of dutch harbor...

Inside the southbound storm...

On the cornelia marie.

Siberian blast -- full effect.

It sounds funny to say it.
It sounds like a drink.

But it really is not.

Definitely gonna be
a painful day for the guys.

♪

we're on some good fishing.

Over to the 66 fath line.

We landed on some good stuff.

Narrator: Pinpointing
a thin band of opilio

in their opening set
on the pinnacle...

Get it rolling,
kind of getting dialed in.

Narrator:
...Co-captain josh harris steers
into the arctic storm,

determined to launch
a precision strike

on a ledge 66 fathoms below.

It's always a challenge.
It's why I love my job.

Narrator: After coming up
$36,000 short in the fall,

the skipper must land
400,000 pounds of opilio

to prove their operation
can deliver.

Josh:
We got siberia to get through,

but it's the direction
I have to set, so [bleep]

♪

maria: Right now, the waves
are pretty gnarly.

We've been pretty exposed here.

Narrator: The only problem
with their newfound hot spot?

[ indistinct shouting ]

the cornelia marie
sits perpendicular

to the siberian blast,

exposing the crew to arctic
winds and crushing breakers.

♪

josh: Oh, boy. Oh.

Wow. That's a big one.

♪

oh [bleep]

[ men screaming ]

[ man shouts indistinctly ]

♪

that was a 35-foot wave.

Big one.
Big, big, big.

[ beeping ]

not fun.

Man: Ooh!

Ready down there?

Roger!

♪

yeah, getting
a bit nautical out tonight.

It's gonna get a lot worse.

♪

[ beeping ]

♪

♪

keep the nose into the wind
so nobody gets hurt.

It seems to be getting better
as we're getting deeper.

I got a good
feeling about this.

Narrator:
To keep the waves off the rail,

where his crew is most
exposed...

♪

...Josh takes a right turn north
off the proven 66 fathom line...

♪

...Into deeper, untested waters.

♪

♪

casey: That all go okay?

Josh: Yeah.
Everything's going really good.

♪

did you set off
these blue spades?

Why'd you scoot it over?

Well, I didn't really have
much of a choice.

The weather was too [bleep]

I don't know
if I would have ran from that.

We tried,
but it just wasn't safe.

Sometimes you got to put on your
big-boy panties in siberia.

I did put on
my big-boy pants,

but my crew comes first.
No.

Not [bleep] crab.

No.

If this thing comes up blank,
this is not my fault.

Narrator:
110 miles to the southwest

in the tendrils
of the siberian blast...

Jake: Guys, just be
careful out there.

It's gonna be like this
for a while.

You new guys, be careful.

I can't control the waves.

Narrator:
...Facing the winter season

without
co-pilot johnathan hillstrand...

Captain. Captain. Captain.
Captain. Captain. Captain.

...Or his cadre
of experienced crew,

captain jake anderson rallies
his three greenhorns

for their first haul ever.

You come out the other side,
you'll be pretty fit for duty.

Man:
All right. Let's do it.

♪

jake:
All right, fellas, here we go.

I'll try to keep you guys
protected.

[ man screams ]

I'm gonna haul my very
first pot of the season.

♪

what I am supposed to do if
these things don't come up good?

I got nowhere to go.

It's getting too cold now.

Narrator: With the siberian
blast cutting him off

from fast
fishing in the far north,

jake prepares his opening set
on the front lines

of the arctic storm.

Jake:
Just hoping something will hit.

♪

♪

let's see.

Man: Come on!

Not much.

It is not full.
It's very far from being full.

♪

man:
♪ wah, wah, wah ♪

there ain't nothing
in this one.

Narrator:
Playing it safe farther south

lands jake in a dead zone.

Jake: Most of the fleet ran up
to the northern latitudes.

But the weather
is still terrible.

Man: Ah [bleep]

narrator: But standing between
him and the promise of better

fishing up north
is the heart of the storm.

These pots suck!

♪

jake:
Every line is a depth.

These are -- basically, if you
imagine, these, like,

say they're mountains
and that's a cove.

What the opies will do is,

they'll find
the temperature that they like.

I'm gonna start setting
in these depths

across these butt cheeks
and into the witch's nose.

I think as I go down,
it's gonna get better.

Narrator:
Forced to get creative,
jake bumps his gear deeper...

Man: Roger!

...Hoping the opilio
not on the russian line

are wintering
at an adjacent address.

♪

♪

the bump and set
in the dangerous storm

requires the crew to work
in perfect rhythm.

-Come on, you [bleep]
-grab it, you [bleep] giant ape.

Narrator:
And greenhorn ross is failing
to the beat of his own drum.

-Don't let go!
-Ross, hold on to that [bleep]

man: Watch your feet!

This is k*lling me.

Man: [bleep]

♪

it's a hard job,
real long shifts.

Not a lot of sleep.
Everything's still new.

Naturally you want to try
and pace yourself

'cause you might be working
30-, 40-hour shifts.

♪

jake: Here we go, boys!

♪

man: Whoo!

♪

-watch out!
-Aah!

Ow!

You okay, ross?

♪

here we go, boys!

Narrator: On the saga...

♪

man: Whoo!

♪

-watch out!
-[bleep]

ow!

Oh.

You okay, ross?

I don't know
if he's okay or not.

Hurt like a [bleep]

took a big roller.

Narrator:
...A surge bucks the deck,

sending greenhorn ross hurtling
across the table...

Man: Watch out!

....Smashing his head and neck
against the ledge.

Ow!

Jake:
Let me check you out.

Yeah.
Come on.

Oop. Yes, sir.

Yeah, let me check
your eyes out real quick.

All right.

Follow the finger.

♪

looked like
you hit your head pretty hard.

That's why I always say
move deliberately,

like, know where
you're stepping.

Yeah, yeah.
[bleep] flying on the table.

Go and gear down,
get some rest,

and we'll check
in a few hours. Okay?

All right.

Don't fall anymore.

♪

this is the last thing
I need right now.

We'll check him out
a little later.

But for now, we're gonna have to
keep going one man short,

and the guys
will have to pick up the slack.

Narrator: Until ross recovers,
jake is down a man...

Start setting.

Narrator:
...Slowing the operation

right when the young skipper
must reset all 140 pots.

Jake: Let's see
if we even get anything.

Set this crab gear.

Hopefully catch some.

♪

narrator: 320 miles
to the southeast,

on the cod grounds...

Bill: Okay, here we go.
Go, go, go.

[ man shouts indistinctly ]

-whoo!
-Yeah, baby!

Man #2: Let's do it!

Bill: Really sucks
moving those cod pots.

I'm trying to get all these out
into a deeper part right now.

Narrator:
...In a last-ditch effort,
captain "wild" bill wichrowski

moves his pots north deeper
into the siberian blast

for the dog-eat-dog cod derby...

-Go! Go!
-Go! Go!

Narrator:.
Where each ship fights

to claim as much of the total
allowable catch, or tac,

as possible before it's consumed
by the fleet.

Bill: Cost almost 100,000 bucks
to build two mains.

It was expensive.

We've been swinging
for the fence.

Narrator: In a 100-grand hole
from shipyard,

the skipper is still
a whopping 40,000 pounds shy

from breaking even.

Let it go.

[ indistinct shouting ]

[ cellphone buzzes ]

bill: Well, they announced
the closure.

We basically have 38 hours
to run as many pots

and put as many
cod on here as we can,

and then it's done.

Narrator:
With his competitors off-loading
larger-than-expected deliveries,

it's the final countdown
on cod.

We're under a time crunch.
I hope that this pays off.

Narrator: 62 miles north on the
perimeter of the cod grounds...

Oh, and here we go.

Hot off the press.

The closure
is Wednesday at noon.

I know wild bill's
out here, too.

So let's see. It's gonna be --
it's gonna be race,

who can catch the most fish.

Narrator: ...Battling the rest
of the fleet

for the rapidly dwindling
800,000 pounds of cod

left to catch, lady alaska
captain scott campbell jr.

Hopes a set back in the northern
edge of the fishing grounds

is worth the wrath
of the siberian blast.

We're in a pretty
tight situation

because dad and I
cashed in our retirement,

over $500,000,

to put as a down payment
on this boat.

This was an opportunity to kind
of get thrown in the fire.

♪

narrator:
In $500,000 of debt,

the skipper, along with
his engineer and father,

scott campbell senior,
are still 50 grand short

on the lady alaska's
next installment.

Scott sr.: You don't make your
boat payment,

they come and take your boat.

Scott jr.: Okay.

Coming up, first pot.

♪

♪

we've had some really good
strings up here

right on the edge
of the crab grounds.

Good cod fishing
is 20 fish per pot.

♪

-whoo!
-Whoo!

Scott jr. Ooh, look at that.

Oh, baby.

There we go.

Nice, big, big, big fish.
Tableful of fish.

There's 300 pounds, easy.

Exactly what we needed.

Set back right back on it.

♪

let 'er go.

I like seeing that --
getting 27 big, fat boys.

I'm hoping to get
another 20,000 pounds.

If they all look like that,
it'll be a pretty easy task.

♪

man: Whoa!

[bleep]

♪

buoys are hanging up
on the stern.

♪

and now my [bleep] rudder
is not [bleep] working.

I have no steering.

I'm dead in the water.

♪

narrator:
On the lady alaska...

We're dragging a pot.

Buoys are hanging up
on the stern.

♪

and now my [bleep] rudder
is not [bleep] working.

I have no steering.

I'm dead in the water.

Narrator: The vessel tangles
in her own shots of line,

severing the $2,000 pot

and robbing
captain scott campbell jr.

Of steering.

Scott jr. It's saying, "no
rudder acknowledgment."

now we can go nowhere.

It's our absolute worst time.

It's a disaster.

Narrator:
...Rendering her a dead ship

as the shot clock
on cod runs out...

...And leaving them at the mercy
of the siberian blast's

20-foot seas.

Go down to the steering room,

see if he can see something
that stands out.

Maybe it's something that we can
temporarily band-aid,

like everything else
on this boat,

to get us through this season.

Hey, guys.

I got zero steering right now.

My dad's down
in the rudder room

trying to see what's going on.

Come on and get up
underneath the shelter deck.

Hopefully he's gonna
find something.

I don't know what the hell's
going on.

And right now, I got weather
and...

It's just ridiculous.

♪

narrator:
290 miles to the northwest...

♪

...On the opilio grounds...

♪

♪

find out what's in my goody bag
coming up.

I told josh where to set, and he
decided to set with the weather

because he was worried about it.

He kind of took
the easy way out.

[bleep] you,
casey mcmanus.

I feel like this is
gonna be a good area,

so [bleep] you.

Kiss my white a*s.

Narrator:
Turning his back on casey's
tried-and-true 66 fathom line,

josh bet a northern course
will keep the crew safe

and find them crab
in the deeper waters.

Man: Oh, hey.
Heads up. Heads up.

Heads up.

Ah, now the weather's starting
to turn a little bit.

Josh: Watch your asses.

♪

[ indistinct shouting ]

♪

[ clears throat ]

some big boys out here.

♪

it's a day-by-day deal.

The weather keeps changing
so dramatically, apparently.

I don't know
what to think anymore, but...

Narrator:
Frenzied by the siberian blast,

the wave patterns become
erratic,

negating josh's safety measures

and exposing the crew
to dangerous, confused seas.

Josh:
They'd be exposed on this side.

The weather's starting
to pick up.

I don't like taking risks
with my guys.

We got run the other end,
we got run the other end.

Narrator: Josh resolves to steam
8 miles to the other end

of his string and haul it
in the opposite direction

to keep the weather
on the portside protective wall.

That'll cost us
a bunch of crab, so...

What the [bleep]
hopefully this time...

Cost us
a bunch of crabs.

You're full of [bleep]

we don't have any other choice
but to remain productive.

We're on the boat, safe.

And there's no point
in taking a risk.

Hey, guys, go inside,

because we're gonna be exposed
on the starboard side.

We got 8 miles

8 miles.

Man: Come on. Let's go.
Off the deck.

-Everybody off deck.
-Let's go.

[ groans ]

♪

josh: Oh, boy.

Watch your asses, everybody.

-Look out, taylor!
-Oh!

[ indistinct shouting ]

♪

everybody okay out there?

♪

♪

I don't want anybody
getting hurt.

I'd like to see that one
in instant replay.

Narrator:
Very narrowly avoiding disaster,

a massive wave slams
into the portside wall

just seconds
after josh changes course.

Josh: We're crab fishing.

You got to push the limits
at all times on everything,

but, you know,
you do what's best

for the situation
that you're dealt with.

I don't really know
what's gonna happen.

It might hurt. We might not
catch [bleep] too.

I mean, I just don't
really know.

We'll see.

Narrator: Coming up...

Jake: Right now, we're
running with four crew members,

and I don't think
I can get through the gear.

[ gags ]

man: Let it go, let it go,
let it go.

Push towards him!

I'm trying to edge my way
down this string,

and it's blowing
hurricane force.

Man: Heads up!

♪

narrator: 210 miles northeast
of dutch harbor

on the southern outskirts
of the siberian blast...

We're just [bleep] wasting
so much [bleep] time here.

Narrator: ...His steering out
and the final hours

of cod season ticking away,

captain scott campbell jr.

Keeps an eye on the
storm-whipped waves...

As his father,
scott campbell sr.

Eyes a solution
to their steering issue.

♪

♪

scott jr.: Anything?

Scott sr.: The tiller arm
down there...

All the nuts were
laying down on the floor,

and so it's just
freewheeling in there.

Oh, you're kidding.
So I'll...

If it's not stripped,
I'll put a new nut on it.

Okay. Okay.

Okay.

After years of
repetitive motion,

the snarled line was the straw
on the camel's back,

breaking a single
nut off its bolt,

disconnecting junior
from his rudder.

We'll have to fix it
better when we get in,

but at least it'll keep us
fishing, I hope.

Want me to try it?

Yeah.

♪

appears that the boat
is turning.

Scott jr.
We're gonna haul a*s,

see if we can't get
through this gear.

Narrator:
With steering restored,
junior readies his troops

for a final sprint
down the homestretch.

It's a race right now.

I want to get some gear turned
so I can get some pounds aboard

and get back on track.

Time will tell.

♪

narrator: 70 miles southwest
in the building seas

of the siberian blast...

Bill: Watch the rail.
Watch the rail.

Man: Whoa!

-Whoa!
-Heads up!

Man #2: Ahh!

Man #3: Holy [bleep]

narrator:
...On the summer bay...

♪

whoo!
Give me some more!

Thanks for enduring, guys.

Ay, ay, ay.

I'm trying to edge my way down
this string,

and it's blowing
hurricane force.

♪

it's pretty tough.

All right, you guys.

We got 21 hours
before this thing closes,

so try to keep it moving here.

It's 100 grand
to get back on track.

Narrator: ...With only hours
left on the clock

and still shy of turning
his season from red to black,

bill plays his final card
in the cod derby.

He needs a full house.

Hopefully we get
to 20s in it,

just so I know I'm putting
some volume on the boat.

That'd be awesome.

Come on.
Give me some love here.

♪

yeah. Here we go.

Starting to see a little sign
here on the bottom.

Man:
There's big fish in there.

21.

Big fish. That's a couple
hundred pounds for us.

Man #2: Whoa!

[ man laughs ]

bill:
Money in the bank.

Nice.
The last one had 33.

Cha-ching.

Man: Yeah.

Kind of why you fish right here.

Man #2: Yeah!

There's still dollars
on the table.

Hopefully we end up
with a big finish.

Narrator:
300 miles northwest,

headlong into the southern spite
of the siberian blast...

Jake: I set 70, 72 fathoms.

The waves are getting bigger
and bigger.

Running around with a haystack
of gear

can get you
in a real dangerous situation.

Narrator:
...Captain jake edges the saga
into nearby deeper waters,

hoping to avoid
a dangerous stack

and move through the storm
to surer fishing up north.

Jake: So, right now,

I also don't have
my deck fully functioning.

Narrator: Making a
making a difficult haul harder,

jake is also out...

-Watch out!
-Aah!

Narrator:
...Injured greenhorn ross jones.

Ross: I really wanted to stay
out there with them.

Sometimes you just need rest.

Sometimes this [bleep]
lasts forever, so...

Here's the first pot.

For now, we're gonna have
to keep going one man short,

and the guys will have
to pick up the slack.

Jake: All right, fellas.
Here we go.

Man: Whoo-hoo!

Here we go.
The first few pots.

Goal for the day --
crush a bunch of crab.

I don't know if they're on dirt,
if they're on blanks.

I do know one thing --

my anxiety is just through
the roof right now.

♪

man: [ laughing ] oh!
Yeah!

Holy [bleep] ba*ls.

Oh, my god.
That's a big one.

♪

man #2: That's bad-a*s.

[bleep]
that's what up.

-Wow.
-And that's all the right stuff.

Gonna set them right back.
Man: Roger!

It isn't bad, considering
these pods out here,

I thought, weren't
gonna have anything.

[ laughs ]

narrator: Snubbing the alleged
hot fishing in the north...

Holy [bleep]

narrator: ...The captain finds
an untapped vein

in the depths to the south.

[ men cheering ]

-yeah!
-[bleep]

♪

roger.

Dude, time to start making
some money.

This is awesome, dude.

♪

smells like poop.

Joe: Dude, somebody clogged
the toilet.

I had to run in off deck.

I had to take a [bleep]
really bad.

And I had to poop in a bucket.

It was terrible.

Not a good feeling.

I got a scratchy butt now.

[bleep] sucks.

♪

yeah.

[ telephone rings ]

yeah, roger.

Joe:
Toilet's all clogged up.

[bleep] kidding me, dude?

It's gross, man.

♪

I'm trying to break up the
turds.

Oh, we got toilet paper.

[ grunts ]

narrator: The skipper's first
whiff of success...

[ joe gags ]

...Is accompanied by the stench
of a backed-up toilet.

Clair, run the hydraulics.
Let matt stack the pot.

♪

right now, we're running
with four crew members.

Narrator:
Meaning jake's down not one,

but two men
as deck boss joe gomez

wades into the bog
of eternal reek.

♪

tom, mike, crab pot.

Man: [bleep]

♪

[bleep]

one thing after
a-[bleep]-nother.

Narrator: Remaining on deck...

-Mike, get out of the way.
-No, saul,

get the [bleep] out of here!
No way!

Narrator:
...Two experienced crewmen
and two flailing greenhorns.

♪

jake:
Get bait in the pot.

Come on, crab!

There's boats moving in.

I'm trying to do my job,

and I hire
these people, which is my fault.

Can you handle it, clair,
or do you want me?

I should have never hired
three greenhorns.

Bad move.
Bad [bleep] move!

♪

man: Push, saul, push!
Push! [bleep]

go. Let it go.

Push towards him!

Hold it. Push!

Push towards him!

Wake the [bleep] up!

♪

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

Maria: I like to start
my beauty regimen

in the morning with a splash,
a full-body soak of salt water.

It really, really helps the
skin.

And then I like to exfoliate

with a full layer of jellies on
my skin.

Maybe, like, a couple
of different acupuncture pokes.

And then, also, some cod blood
every once in a while.

Gives you that youthful glow.

[ laughter ]

man: Nice!

[ gags ]
oh, yeah!

[ gags ] oh.

Maybe I'm crazy.

[ laughs ]

narrator: You know, maria,
you just might be.

The saga comes up big
in the south,

while the wizard
continues to hold the top spot.

♪

narrator: On the saga...

I'm trying to break up the
turds.

Oh, we got toilet paper.

Narrator:
...Between being down two men,

one of them mired in raw
sewage...

[ joe gags ]

man: Push, saul, push!
Push! [bleep]

let it go.
Let it go.

...And chaos
on his short-staffed deck...

Wake the [bleep] up!

Narrator: ...You might say
the saga is a [bleep] show.

I'm on crab,
and I can't [bleep] get it.

Wait a sec, saul.
Don't let go, though.

Aah!

[ sighs ]

♪

I don't feel confident enough
to safely pull gear anymore.

Hey, matt. You want
to go check on ross?

I need all the help I can get.

Narrator: Jake's one hope --

have veteran matt bradley got
his greenhorn back in the game.

Are you gonna make it
through this, ross?

Yeah.

Do it whatever you can to do
for yourself right now, bro,

but I really need to either pull
this through this...

...Or let me know
if you're not gonna make it,

'cause, I mean, we're gonna,
like, have to literally turn

all the way back to town.

Yeah.

Hopefully he can work
through this, man.

We're losing [bleep]
so much fishing time.

I feel like [bleep]
that the guys are out there.

We're busy as [bleep]

the weather's not great.

Want me over there, too?

Man: Yeah, I could use
your help.

[bleep] goat-show
[bleep] operation.

Hold that [bleep] thing.

Hold it, saul.
Hold it. Hold it. Hold it.

-Yeah!
-Feel okay out here?

Man: Oh!

Dude, ross is coming through.

Perfect, ross, perfect.

If you get hurt and you go out
there and you show your team

that you're there with them,
it shows true grit.

Man: Yeah!

I'm on 500s.

I want to finish.

Hopefully we can just start
mowing through gear

and get a tank a day.

Narrator: 115 miles northeast,

on the cornelia marie...

You guys about ready down there?

Maria: Roger!

Josh: And first pot is right off
our starboard side.

♪

right now, I'm hoping for some
high numbers here.

We'll see what happens.

There's competition out here.

Josh is trying
to take the reins,

and I think this definitely
a live-and-learn scenario.

Well, we'll see.

Narrator: ...After deviating
from sure fishing

to keep the crew safe,

captain josh needs full pots
in the deep to prove

he didn't just derail
their opilio season.

I'd like to see 300.

♪

-holy [bleep]
-yeah!

-Whoo!
-Ow!

Oh.
Yeah, that's a good one.

All right. Hey.

[ laughs ]

310 in that one.

Whatever.

Narrator: Right off the bat,

josh's decision
to go deeper yields

big numbers
and a crew safe and sound.

All right. Now, that's a pot
right there, boys.

[bleep] yeah. Get that [bleep]
back in the water.

Three-two-five.

Man:
I love you [bleep]

-whoo-hoo-hoo!
-Yay!

Yeah.

I was a little skeptic,
okay?

[ laughs ]
sorry, but not sorry.

Narrator:
310 miles southeast...

Bill: Last pot, guys.

Bringing this all
to an end here.

Narrator: ...As the cod derby's
closing bell rings...

-Oh, my god!
-Oh!

-Seriously.
-[ laughs ]

last pot goes to the tank, baby.

Headed to town.

Narrator:
...Wild bill tanks 23,000 cod,

weighing 276,000 pounds...

Time to go opie fishing.

Narrator: ...Pouring $138,000
into his w*r chest,

as he turns his sights
to the opilio battle.

Bill:
It's been a hell of a trip.

We did it.

Narrator:
And in dutch harbor...

Scott jr.: All right, boys,
the numbers are in.

The average boat
was 332,000 pounds,

and we had 396,389.

God, with all
that we went through,

I didn't even think
we'd be average.

And we ended up beating it.

Narrator: ...Junior bests

wild bill and the rest
of the fleet

with 33,000 cod

coming in at 400,000 pounds,

worth $200,000,

putting a dent in payments
for the lady alaska.

Scott jr.: Good job, guys.

Let's get ready for opies
and take off.

Yeah,
I'm ready to get out of here.

Narrator: But as the cod boats
join the opilio fray...

♪

this relentless weather!

Narrator: ...The siberian blast
is just getting started.

Jake:
It's just gonna get colder,

and it's just gonna
get real dangerous.

Josh: It's starting to get
pretty nautical out.

It's nonstop chaos, and that's
when the [bleep] hits the fan.

♪

man: Holy [bleep]

whoa! Look out!

Figure out where that water's
coming from,

or we're gonna roll
this [bleep] boat over.

-Son of a b*tch!
-Hold on.

-I think we're sinking.
-Go, go, go!