16x20 - A Problem Like Maria

[bunniefuu]

♪♪

Maria, even though
you're hurtin',

I can see a difference
in the effort.

Yeah. I mean, I want to be here.
I want to do this.

But we got
a super snow moon storm.

♪♪

This is some of the worst seas
that we've seen this season.

Yeah. That's right.

Full moon's not good.

Man: It'll be an icy hell.

♪♪

You feel like you're on
the shackleton expedition.

There's a learning curve
with this,

And there's muscle groups that
you're gonna have to build.

♪♪

[ grunts ] man: Oh! Maria down!

There's things that you don't
necessarily have control over.

Whoa! Whoa!

I just want to make it
through the night.

Watch out! Watch out! Watch out!

♪♪

Ninety-nine percent of this job
is honestly mental,

Never quitting no matter what.

You better man up,
for lack of a better word.

♪♪

Narrator: Eight weeks into
the opilio season...

♪♪

Hang on. Watch out. Watch out.
Watch out. Watch out.

Watch out. Whoa! Holy cow.

Hang on.

Supermoon ice storm!

Yeah!

Oh! [bleep]

♪♪

Super snow moon storm
is upon us.

Narrator: ...After 72 hours
of its fierce tides

Wreaking havoc, the supermoon
finally reaches perigee,

The closest point in orbit
to earth.

Man, this thing is the biggest
it's been in 10 years.

It's a huge moon.

Narrator: The heightened
gravitational pull

Fuels the storm below
with warm southerly currents

And superchilled air
from the north.

Holy smokes. This ice, man.

With the supermoon freeze
comes hypothermic winds,

Gear-eating ice floes,
freezing fog and spray...

You know, we've had a sinking
out here just recently

In probably the very conditions

That we're experiencing
right now.

Narrator: ...All on a collision
course with the fleet.

♪♪

Four hundred ninety miles
northwest of dutch harbor,

On the cornelia marie...

Maria: Right now,
the waves are pretty gnarly.

Every once in a while,

We'll get slapped in the face
with a good one.

♪♪

We're gonna sit right here

'cause I think there's crab
here.

Tides coming from here,
southeast.

So hopefully I ran
far enough ahead

So when we set the gear back
out, we're in front of the crab.

'cause they're moving.

Narrator: After an onslaught
of rogue waves in the north,

Captains josh harris
and casey mcmanus

Stake their gear
on the southern grounds,

Hoping the crab are caught in
the storm's powerful currents.

Josh: We'll find out
whether it works or not.

But the theory behind it
is good.

Casey: Oh, I theoried
the [bleep] out of it.

[ chuckles ]

♪♪

If it makes sense,
it makes dollars.

We don't want to see our money
go up in smoke.

With a mounting $50,000 tab
for breakdowns this year,

The skippers need to fill
the boat just to break even...

An extra day or two is an extra
$10,000 in fuel,

$5,000 in bait.

Narrator:
...Or go deeper in debt.

We'll see.

Okay.
I'm ready to start setting.

You guys ready?

♪♪

Hopefully I don't screw this up.

Whoa! h* h*!

♪♪

Yeah, buddy!

Whoo!

♪♪

'cause if we run over our
own bag, he's gonna be pissed.

Maria, that diver bag needs to
go about 20 feet farther

Than it's going right now.

You know,
one weak throw like that

Can cause us to wind a pot up
and screw up the engine

Or cut the pot off
and cost us $1,200.

[ grunts ]

Oh! Maria down!
You're good. You're good.

[ machinery whirring ]

[ grunts ]

Man:
Turn off! Turn off! Turn off!

Man: Stop! Stop! Stop!

[ alarm beeping ]
now we've got a problem.

[ indistinct shouting ]

Maria went to go throw
the bags over

And didn't quite put oomph
on them,

And it got ahold
of the throwing hook.

Oh. Sorry, deej.

[bleep]

♪♪

Aah! [bleep] aah!

Casey:
You've got to be [bleep] me.

Narrator:
Battling -20-degree winds,

Greenhorn maria dosel
fails to clear the rail

With the buoy line,
snagging the throwing hook,

Dragging it into the sea.

Casey: Damn it, maria.

You got to really
get them out there.

You got to work on your timing
or something.

But you got to get that
[bleep]damn thing cleared.

Maria: Sorry, guys!

My bad!

She needs to understand how much
effort needs to go into that.

Narrator:
Maria's throw costs the captains

Their $75 throwing hook.

But another mistake like that
could risk tangling the line

In the propeller,
jeopardizing their pots

Or even a $100,000 engine.

Maria: My shot-throwing
experience was an epic fail.

There's a lot of room
for improvement there.

♪♪

Looks like wyatt's got
the diver now.

Two people to throw bags.

Never seen this before.
This is cute.

♪♪

Yeah. But it takes time.

It's not easy
to acclimate immediately

When you get out here
to subzero temperatures.

♪♪

She's got a good energy,
good vibe.

She's hanging with the boys.

Casey: That being said,

This is heavy-duty work
out here.

It's time to kick her up
a notch.

♪♪

Narrator: Sixty miles northwest,
on the wizard...

♪♪

♪♪

Yeah, this is pretty gnarly
out here right now.

Never seen ice fog like this.

♪♪

Monte:
I just talked to my brother.

Kind of nervous
and uncomfortable.

This icing scenario
really needs to subside.

Narrator: Unleashed
by the supermoon currents,

An inbound ice pack
forces captain monte colburn

To retreat south.

Monte: The ocean is,
even at its low temperature,

So much warmer
than the air temperature

That the ocean is steaming.

That's what creates the ice fog.

Quite frankly,
we're getting pretty coated.

I know where the gear
actually belongs, but...

Narrator:
Despite the crew's efforts,

The ice fog adds over
2,500 pounds of frozen water

To the wizard every 10 minutes,

Threatening the stability
of the vessel.

Monte: Usually, you spot-check

And you set your load
on the best side that you have.

We really don't have
that option.

[ exhales deeply ]
it's just... it is what it is.

Let's just get them in the water
and see what we can find.

All right. Are we ready?

Man: Roger! Going over!

Narrator: To lighten the load,

Monte makes an emergency set

Before the ice can capsize
the vessel.

Man: Try it!

Okay! I wasn't sure!

Icing up, level 10.

Trying to...
Got to get all these set!

♪♪

Hang on. Hang on. Big wave.

♪♪

Man: What the [bleep] was that?

Whoa! Whoa!

All right. We're all right.

[ machinery whirring ]

So you want to be
a bering sea crabber, do you?

[ laughter ]

Monte:
We've got a huge quota to catch.

Let's just pray that we see
something down below us here.

Going over!

♪♪

Narrator: One hundred
thirty-five miles southeast,

On the lady alaska.

♪♪

Scott:
I can deal with the weather.

I can't deal with no crab
in the pots.

We have too much of that [bleep]
already.

I've got boat payments.

I got vendors screaming at me
to pay them.

Narrator: On top of his family
ship's $2.5 million price tag,

Captain scott campbell jr.
Shoulders

Another half million dollars in
debt for repairs and outfitting.

All my gear is right here.
Everything.

Big numbers.

So we should be
pretty frickin' dialed in here.

All right. Coming up.

Narrator:
To keep the billmen at bay,

Junior goes all in on the school
he thinks is tracking west.

♪♪

Let's see some crab!

♪♪

Man: Aw, man!

[ speaking indistinctly ]

And nothing.

[bleep]

What the [bleep] is going on?

♪♪

Man: Yeah.

Oh, shnikies.

Narrator: Kicked up by
the supermoon's ripping tides,

Quarter-inch parasitic
crustaceans called sand fleas

Flourish, stripping the bait
to white bones

Before the scent can lure in
the prey.

Scott: I know there's crab here.

Not gonna get them to go
in the pots.

[ groans ]

The closer the moon is to
the earth, the bigger the tide.

And any time you have big,
big tides,

It has never been good
for sand fleas.

It just fires them right up.

Let's get them aboard.

Stack 'em, boys!

Stack 'em! Stack 'em!

♪♪

♪♪

Scott: Wow.

Holy [bleep]

Watch out! Watch out! Watch out!

[ indistinct shouting ]

Narrator: On the lady alaska...

Scott: Wow.

Holy [bleep]

Watch out! Watch out! Watch out!

[ indistinct shouting ]

♪♪

Man: You guys all right?

Man: There's a lot of water.

Came out of nowhere.

That was a wave.
That was a big, big wave.

Narrator: A 25-foot swell blasts
the starboard rail,

Washing the 150-pound
steel hopper across the deck...

Scott: Watch out! Watch out!
Watch out!

Narrator: ...Narrowly sparing
the unprotected crew.

That's a crew...
I always call them, like...

Shouldn't name it this,
but I call it the crew k*ller

Because one wave can wipe out
the whole crew.

♪♪

They would've all been hurt.

Man: Oh [bleep]

[ machinery whirring ]

Oh [bleep] you, sand flea.
[bleep] you.

Man:
It's pretty much picked clean.

Scott:
Got to be smart about this.

I cannot make a bad move.

We're not in a financial
position

For me to make another mistake.

♪♪

Narrator: One hundred fifty-five
miles far northwest,

On the russian line...

♪♪

Munsey: Oh, man.
We're up by the russian border.

Everything's frozen
this morning.

And I mean frozen...
Blue-ice status.

See the smoke on the water?

I don't know what temperature
it is,

But you only get that
when it's extremely cold.

Whoo!

Harley: This one was six miles
of good fishing.

[ exhales deeply ] boy.

We're on all our gear, but we
got it all frozen up again.

Narrator: His spot, 30 miles
from the former soviet domain,

Brings cold consequences

For captain steve
"harley" davidson...

The brunt of the supermoon's
arctic spray turned ice.

Steam and smoke coming off the
water just freezes to you.

It's strange as hell.

You feel like you're on
the shackleton expedition.

Look at this thing.

I'm wearing my crew out, I know.

I'm just gonna drift with it.

I'll go give them a hand.

We can all work together
on this one.

[ jackhammer clanking ]

Narrator: Chiseling the 10-inch
layer of ice from the boat

Requires all hands on deck...

Get this boat back
till it's ours again, huh?

Narrator:
...Including the captain's.

Thank you.

♪♪

Erik: He does that quite a bit,

Puts his little norwegian outfit
on and his norwegian snow suit,

And he jumps in.

Brady: He wouldn't ask you
to do something

He wouldn't do himself.

That's for sure.

♪♪

Let's get on it, huh, and get
this other one rolling again.

[ jackhammer clanking ]

Get over, maybe we can grab
this first one and see, huh?

Narrator: His load lightened...

Harley:
Best string of the season.

Narrator: ...Harley awaits
the spoils of his setback

In the lucrative
pervenets canyon.

Harley: Finally found
where we kind of got some hope,

And we get some rewards.

Man: Oh [bleep]

Man: What is this?

Uh-oh!

Are you [bleep] kidding me?

Uh-oh. sh**t, sh**t, sh**t,
sh**t, sh**t.

That's not
what we're looking for.

Man: Not at all.

Nothing's come out of it. Zero.

Getting some pretty wimpy
results.

[ machinery whirring ]

♪♪

That's no good, man.

♪♪

Man: Damn it!

♪♪

Just roll them back, okay?

♪♪

Narrator:
The skipper defies convention,

Setting back on low numbers,

Gambling the crab
will come out of hiding

When the supermoon's
strong currents subside.

♪♪

[ indistinct shouting ]

♪♪

Harley: Try to throw that
diver bag father out, please.

[ alarm beeping ]

[bleep]

What the hell happened?

Holy [bleep]

We did get snagged.
Got something in the wheel.

[ alarm beeping ]

No!

Oh, god.

There's a diver.

There's another orange one
there.

We have a mess.

Narrator: Swept back towards the
ship by the ripping currents,

The pot's line and buoys bind
to the portside propeller...

If something happens
with my engine right now,

I'm gonna [bleep] panic, okay?

Narrator: ...A snarl that can
overload their engine,

Hobbling the southern wind
in the northern sea.

It's terrible.

We have two main engines,
a propeller on both sides.

It's a big wad of line
in my propeller.

Can't spin it.

I can just go to dutch
and go get a diver.

So what do you do?

♪♪

You want see if we can hook it
and pull it up tight?

It's got a better chance
of snapping if you do that.

You know what I mean?
Instead of getting it sucked up.

At least have it humming
up tight

So when you drop it in gear,
it'll [bleep] chop, chop, chop.

Right.

Can you bring that throwing hook
back to the corner

Back here in the port?

Man: Roger!

Narrator: Harley's plan...

Pull the tangle
tight to the hull of the boat,

Directly in the path
of the propeller,

Hoping a well-placed cut
will set them free.

♪♪

♪♪

We'll see what happens.

♪♪

♪♪

[ alarm blaring ]

Bad, bad, bad.

Man: Uh-oh. Unbelievably bad.

Narrator:
On the southern wind...

Bad, bad, bad.

Unbelievably bad.

Man: Uh-oh.

[ alarm blaring ]

[ alarm beeping ]

♪♪

I don't know.
It hasn't freed up yet.

Narrator: Three hundred miles
from the nearest port,

Captain harley's attempt
to slice the line

Only succeeds in dangerously
straining the engine...

Harley: Way out in the middle
of the northern pacific ocean

And then running
at half capacity.

That ain't gonna work.

Narrator:
...Leaving him one propeller shy

Of being dead in the water
in the supermoon storm.

[ alarm blaring ]

Man: Engine's dying every time
he tries to put it in gear

'cause it's got line wrapped.

♪♪

♪♪

Even just from bouncing
back and forth,

Maybe it chafes
and snaps something and then...

Probably. Yeah.

Travel on the starboard
for a while.

See if something gives.

Thank you.

Yes, sir.

♪♪

Narrator: Engineer munsey kennon
enacts plan b...

...Remove the brakes
from the portside shaft,

Allowing the propeller
to pinwheel

In the powerful currents,

Banking on tides and time
to unwind the tangled lines.

[ machinery whirring ]

But until the prop's unhindered,

The southern wind's operation
is at a full stop,

Stranded on the northern
grounds.

I got to get this frickin' line
right out of my wheel, man.

♪♪

You're [bleep] 500 miles
from the beach, dude.

[ laughs ]
you got to root for me.

♪♪

Narrator: One hundred forty
miles southeast,

On the lady alaska...

♪♪

Scott: Couple of minutes,
we'll be ready to set.

This supermoon storm
and the strong moon

Has got everything
thrown out of whack.

These sand fleas are
a real problem right now.

Just trying to get
everything back on track.

[ indistinct shouting ]

These shots are gonna
make us money.

Narrator: After sand fleas
ravaged his bait

And any chance of attracting
crab...

Scott: This is gonna be
our deepest strand.

Narrator:
...Captain scott gamble jr.

Plots to outwit
his teeny-tiny crustacean foes.

Scott:
Right now, we're in 68 fathoms.

These pots currently have
about 66 fathoms of line.

I got to put
a little half shot on

Just to get us out a little bit
deeper so we don't get bit.

Let her go
whenever you're ready.

[ indistinct shouting ]

♪♪

Narrator: By plunging his pots
into deeper,

Less turbulent waters,

Junior aims below
the supermoon's powerful tides

To escape the ravenous fleas.

Man: Gonna be
the fortune cookie string

Need some good fortune.

Scott: They're right here
in these grooves.

They're gonna start feeding
hard,

And we're gonna find
some fast fishing.

I'd bet my last dollar on it.

Wait a minute.

I don't even have a last dollar
anymore.

[ laughs ]

♪♪

Narrator:
One hundred miles north...

...On the cornelia marie...

♪♪

Casey:
Weather has just been crazy.

Guys have been getting beat on
pretty good.

We're bouncing around real good.
Spray's coming over the bow.

[bleep] whoa! Oh!

We are gonna haul the 44 pots
that I set off in the southeast.

I have a feeling the crab
are headed this way,

At least in my own little
made-up fairy-tale land

Of what I think crab are doing.

♪♪

It would be really great

If there was something good
in there.

I'd be very happy.

[ machinery whirring ]

Narrator: Stalking the crab
and the southbound current,

Captains josh and casey
are hoping for a happy ending.

♪♪

Oh, I'm nervous.

Oh [bleep]

[ wind whistling ]

♪♪

Survey says...

Man: Oh! Man: Yeah!

Whoa!

Ooh, yeah!

Oh, I love it!

Man: Keep 'em coming, baby.

There's a lot of nice,
clean keepers in that one.

Man: Whoo!

You got it, man. Did a good job.

Casey:
These crab were headed this way.

I think I caught back up
with the school.

[ laughs ]

[ indistinct shouting,
laughter ]

♪♪

Hey, guys,
go ahead and start rebaiting.

We're gonna start
setting these back.

Narrator:
Full pots are a second chance

For the cornelia boys
to fill their tanks.

Maria...

Make sure we really throw
those shots far out.

Narrator: ...And the second shot
at throwing the buoys

Through the 50-knot winds
clear of the cornelia's path.

I'm gonna give it my best shot.

I hope I can make it work,

'cause I don't want to embarrass
myself.

Casey: Let's see how maria does.

We'll give her a couple of pots
to get back into it.

But, you know, I think she knows

I'm a little disappointed
in this last go-around.

♪♪

Man: Going over.

Okay.

[ grunts ]

Man: Nice! Man: Yeah!

♪♪

Yep. Coming up.

[ grunts ]

She's doing good.

Let's see how this one
plays out.

This job's
a son of a b*tch, though.

Narrator: So far
on the first three pots...

[ grunts ] ...So good.

But it's early innings,

And the greenhorn
still needs her pitching arm

To hold through the rest
of the storm's frenzied waves.

I really hope she makes it.

[ birds crying ]

[ wind whistling ]

Narrator: Five hundred
thirty-five miles northwest

Of dutch harbor,
on the wizard...

Monte: Okay. Closing in here.

Let's hope this string pops...
The whole [bleep] thing.

With the ice fog and everything,

We just had to pretty much
get them off the boat.

We didn't put them
really where we wanted to,

And it was kind of a bummer.

Narrator:
Forced to jettison all 170 pots

Due to dangerous ice buildup...

Monte:
Big mystery is what's here.

Narrator: ...Captain monte hauls
his blind set,

Hoping he makes a dent

In the 800,000 pounds keith's
charged him with finding.

Monte: I mean, I'd like to see
400s or 500s.

If we see 200s or 250s,

We'll have to be happy with that
for now.

But we'll see how it goes.

Coming up.

[ birds crying ]

♪♪

We haven't caught any crab
in like two days.

We've been out here eight.

You really need to see
something down here.

♪♪

Man: Yeah, baby!

[ machinery whirring ]
up! Up! Up!

♪♪

Oh, man. Here they come.
Here they come.

[bleep] damn it.

[ groans ]

Wow. That one's ugly.

Holy smokes.

[bleep] goodness gracious.

[ sighs ]

It just sucks.

Son of a g*n.

[ machinery whirring ]

Oh, come on, man.

[ sighs ]

I can't believe it, man.

Catching jack [bleep]

There's crab in there,
but... Not enough.

♪♪

I'd say it's pretty much
a disaster.

All right.
Let's not moan too much.

Let's just put the [bleep] gear
on the boat.

Damn.

Crying all the way.

♪♪

Narrator:
Ninety miles southwest...

...On the southern wind...

Harley: Just do this.
All we do is bust ice.

We don't catch crab.

You can still feel that line
in there, though.

[ rattling ]

I need two engines.

The boat's designed
for two engines.

It's not just a spare.

Narrator:
After 12 hours at half power,

Fighting to keep the ship
upright in tossing seas...

Just the frickin' current's
going like crazy, man.

Narrator:
...Captain harley readies to see

If he's successfully harnessed
the power

Of the supermoon's currents
to unspool the buoy line

Caught in his
portside propeller.

See if I can't get this thing
to kick on now.

♪♪

[ beeping ]

Not so much.

You can I still feel
that vibration.

Let me kick it in reverse again.

You can the feel the...
[ imitates engine whirring ]

♪♪

We've got propulsion.

Oh, yeah.

♪♪

Now we've got it going again,

I had to keep some tension
on it.

Gave it a forward and a reverse,
and it just... pshh!

Oh, boy. What a frickin' relief.

Okay, guys.

We are back
to a two-engine boat.

♪♪

Let's see if we can't k*ll 'em
now.

Get this stuff in the water
and show them how it goes.

[ machinery whirring ]

You see that big moon
up in the sky?

It's got these things on
the crawl, man.

Narrator:
With the line worked loose,

Harley resets
his remaining 20 pots,

Betting that when the weather
dies down,

Signs of life will come back up.

This is gonna get exciting.

Gives us a fighting chance
of catching crab.

Narrator: One hundred forty
miles southeast...

♪♪

...On the lady alaska...

♪♪

Scott:
I'm sure my wife would love me

If she knew that I was using
her $500 hair dryer

To defrost my windows.

Trying to get a little window

So I can see
to get my gear aboard.

Narrator:
...Captain scott campbell jr.

Pierces the storm's
whiteout conditions.

♪♪

Scott: Oh, yeah.

Gonna be the hauling hole.

Little tiny hole right here
is what I got to look out of.

Who would've thought my wife's
hair dryer would save the day?

Best $400 I ever spent.
[ dryer stops ]

Uh-oh.
Was the best $400 I ever spent.

Should be right here.

♪♪

Come on.

Okay.

♪♪

Coming up.

♪♪

Man: Fortune cookie string!

I wonder what our fortune's
gonna be.

♪♪

Narrator:
After setting in 70 fathoms

Every year, you have a week
inor two of bad fishing...

Probably as a sign
of desperation right now,

I need crab.

Narrator: ...Junior hopes
his pots are deep enough

To get beneath the currents

Stirring up the bait-devouring
sand fleas.

Today is the day of change.

I hope.

I hope we're gonna see
some pretty good numbers here!

We're over $500,000 in debt
right now.

Oh, please don't let this be
a bust.

♪♪

It's gonna be our salvation.

♪♪

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

Casey: What's up?

♪♪

As a peace offering? Yeah.

Why do I need a peace offering?

Well, because I keep messing up,

And I really want to set
the expectations for myself.

I don't want you to set
the expectation.

I'll set the expectation.

You meet and exceed
the expectation.

I want to make it work.

You're doing good.
Don't worry about it.

And if I say something that
pisses you off, don't get mad.

Just do better.

Josh:
Don't spit in his food either.

Yeah. Don't spit in my food.

You're out there for every pot,
and I'm proud of you for it.

Keep it up.

Thanks. Keep showin'.

Thanks for giving me a job
and giving me a chance.

Narrator: The icing
on the cornelia boys' cake...

Heaping pots of crab.

While on the wizard,

The blind-set bust leaves
a bitter taste.

[ birds crying ]

Narrator: On the lady alaska...

♪♪

Scott: We're over $500,000
in debt right now.

Oh, please don't let this be
a bust.

Narrator: ...His bait decimated
by sand fleas

And the supermoon's currents,

Captain scott campbell jr. Hopes
he's set deep enough

To fly under their radar.

It's gonna be our salvation.

♪♪

[ men cheering ]

Man: Yeah, baby!

Yes! We got crab in the pots.

[ cheering continues ]

[ laughs ]

No sand fleas in the pot.

That's a good sign.

That one's way bigger
than last night!

There's some in there, and they
look delicious and clean.

Very delicious.

So far we have
very clean fishing.

Quarter-tote worth of crab
for... let's see.

What did we get for a count
here?

One seventy. Hoo-hoo!

Oh, my god.
Finally, a little bit of crab.

[ men cheering ]

That's a nice pot. That'll work.

That gets me a little excitable.
We're in the right spot.

We're in the right depths.

Now we just got to get here
and all.

♪♪

Narrator:
Sand flea-free at last.

This one's getting set back.

Let her go.

Man: Whoo! [ water splashes ]

Narrator:
Captain scott campbell jr.

Gets the crab spigot
turned back on,

Doubling down on hot fishing,
free of the tiny terror.

Scott: As long as you don't have
sand fleas,

Super snow moon man
brought the crab to us.

I'll take the weather
as long as I can have crab.

[ sighs ]

They'll sleep good tonight.

Get a little sense
of accomplishment

At the end of the day, you know?

♪♪

Narrator: As the lunar orbit
curves further from earth...

You know,
the air temperature is up.

Mother nature cuts us
some slack.

Narrator: ...The tempest eases
her stranglehold on the fleet.

Oh!

Big fat zero!

Monte: It sucks.

We're losing the w*r now.

Narrator: With the harsh
arctic winds abating...

Monte: The battle plan...

Put 80 pots on this boat
and go back up the [bleep] hill.

Narrator: ...Monte makes
a bold move north.

I need to talk to my brother.

He might tell me
I should consider other lines.

But why not?

What have we got to lose?

♪♪

Harley:
Current should be slacking off.

I mean, these things could come
on the bight pretty hard now.

Hopefully, it's not as bad,
right?

Narrator:
And as the seafloor settles...

Here it comes.

[ indistinct conversations,
men cheering ]

♪♪

Man, this is good.

Narrator:
...Harley, back at full power,

Turns the screws on his prey.

Yeah!

[ cheering continues ]

♪♪

What a godsend, man.

♪♪

I was so damn scared.

[ cheering continues ]

♪♪

This is gonna get exciting.

Super snow moon.
Who would've thought, you know?

Man: Yeah, baby!

♪ Dead or alive ♪

♪ and I walk these streets ♪

♪ a loaded six-string
on my back ♪

Josh: Casey found
some really nice crab out here.

♪ I play for keeps ♪

Man: Yeah!

♪ 'cause I might not
make it back ♪

I'm happy right now 'cause we
got on a little dab of crab.

Narrator: For josh and casey,

Enduring the storm offers up
bumper opilio.

♪ Standin' tall ♪

♪ I seen a million faces ♪

Narrator: And for maria...

Yeah!

Nice job, maria!

Narrator: ...Proving grounds
to test her mettle.

♪ On a steel horse I ride ♪

That's 60 pots off the boat.

You got to hand it to her.

She's holding her own out there.

I'm very proud
of what she's doing.

[ laughter ]

♪ I got the night on my side ♪

Girl's gonna be good.

We're gonna make her
the best crab fisherwoman ever.

♪ Dead or alive ♪

Maria: Beautiful!