18x17 - Operation Anvil Drop

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Pow, pow, down.

What's up?

Somebody what?

That ain't no
Airplane.

That's a m*ssile.

Frickin' Russia, eh?

Did the Russians sh**t
a m*ssile, dude?

That's a m*ssile.

It's a m*ssile.

Six hundred and fifty
miles northwest of Dutch harbor.

The weather really
sucks out there right now.

On the wizard.

We're fishing right next
to the Russian border,

Farther north than
anybody else fishes.

We did really well up here
last year.

Season just getting
started for us.

So, we now loaded up
with a bunch of gear.

Late to the opilio grounds,

Captain Keith colburn
plants his flag in the far north,

Betting the 200,000 lbs.
He needs are cozying up

With their Russian comrades
on the maritime border.

...Be ready to jump, okay?

Right now,
I'm just adding shots,

Setting deep, to see
what's out there.

It's been a long time
since I've heard morse code

On that emergency
frequency channel,

Which means
there's some serious

Happening in the world
right now.

Right now,
us and Russia are at it,

And with the military build up
on the Ukrainian border,

Tensions are at their worst
since the cold w*r.

And I'm fishing
right on the Russian border

Out here in the Bering sea.

We might have an issue here
with the ruskies,

But I got enough
to worry about.

I just need to get crab
in these pots.

Hopefully,
we're on something.

Six hundred miles
southeast on the summer bay.

All righty, boys.

Let's catch as much as we can,

So one last ditch effort for... To get
some money back in the bank for the boat.

We'll get some money
in these guys' pockets.

I went a little shallower
than our stuff on this one.

Hopefully, we'll get
a couple of pics out of it.

With 50% of the
COD derby already caught,

Captain wild Bill wichrowsk
st*lks a school into 40 fathoms,

Desperate to pay off the
remainder of his $350,000 shipyard.

Come on, give me a high stringer,
high string today, high string.

Hopefully, it's stuffed.

Yes.

There's some poundage
in that pot.

I don't... I don't care
who you are.

Yeah!

Yeah!

Whoa... Whoa!

It's pretty damn good

Oh, yeah.

Not bad.

Yeah!

That might be a 500 lb. Pot.

Boat that big can do
some damage.

Probably wouldn't have
much left if he went through it.

Over channel 16, the
fleet-wide monitored distress frequency,

Fishing vessel far west leadr
alerts a nearby

Factory trawler that it's on a
collision course with their gear.

But the warning meets
only radio silence.

These are my COD pots,
it's that trawler.

I'll tell you what,
he's headed right at 'em.

So the plan is we'll stack it.

We're not going to walk away
without a fight.

We're going to keep fishing.

But I can't do it myself.

Sixty miles east

Oh, man.

Just got an average.

On the Brenna a.

The average
isn't good enough for us.

Gotta be good.

Like 300 pounds or better.

One-one.

Season's halfway over,

But when you're two weeks
behind schedule,

You've got to make up
for lost ground.

The way to do that
is to catch more fish.

What's up, Bill?

Hey, can you hear me?

I got you. Fine.

What's going on?

Just checking
if we got any love or life.

Well, I'll tell you what
I got going is a lot of nothing,

Kind of, kind of loading
the deck right now.

And if I don't see anything then I
got to shuffle some gear around.

Right.

You gettin' rich over there

I mean, it's postage,
but it's been working.

Okay. Well, good.

He's headed
right to one string.

So you should find
a little spot and b*mb it.

Yeah, for sure.

I don't know
what you got going,

- But we could use a helping hand.
- Got you.

Might have to play
a little defense here.

Yeah, exactly right.

I'll be over there tonight.

Put some on and come on.

Bill's battle pla
combine gear from both boat

And plant all 240 pots
in a ten-square-mile area,

Threatening trawlers with a
minefield of buoys and line.

Give me a call
when you're on your way.

Alright, man.
I'll see you in a bit.

Bye.

Beggars can't be
choosers, right?

I'm not proud.

I'll go over there and
I'll work off of Bill's spot.

We'll see
how this all works for us.

Six hundred
and fifty miles northwest...

We got about 12 to 14 minutes.

On the wizard...

I'm just getting to
my gear that I set here.

We really need some crab.

We've had really hot fish
in here before,

But we're getting close
to the edge

Where you can't fish
any further.

We're 800 feet from Russia.

That's as close
as I want to get.

A stone's throw
from putin's domain,

Captain Keith approaches
his inaugural

Opilio set ready to take
American or Russian crab

From the us side
of the border.

And this is not good.

Not good. Not good.

Okay, I got some
serious problems here.

I've got a random boat
on the radar here,

And he is getting
right into our gear.

And that's, I mean,

That is not a crab boat.

That is a trawler.

I can actually see the cables

Coming off the back side
of the boat.

, damn it.

I got a Russian trawler
right in the middle of my gear.

I just started
picking them up on my radar,

Came right down
through our waters

And he went right through
my string.

This is Man.

You know, these guys can wreak
havoc with their gear.

We've seen them
come over before,

But never this blatant.

They tear the bottom up,
k*ll everything in its path,

And they scoop up
a couple of fish.

Russians.

Russian trawler,
this is fishing vessel wizar

You are in United States
waters.

Do you copy?

Russian trawler.

You are in ill*gal waters.

Please respond.

I'm getting nothing here,

Which doesn't surprise me
at all.

Russian trawler get back
over the Russian line.

Me.

On the wizard.

Russian trawler, get back
over the Russian line.

Me.

He's fishing in our water,

And he's tearing up
our bottom,

And he's going
right through my gear.

I only hope
he did not hit my pots.

See where we're at here.

Come on, crab.
I need crab.

I need something.

Oh, yeah.

That's got some crab in it
there, man.

Yeah.

Yeah. Ha-ha-ha.

What we got, rog?

Yeah!

Where's our next pot at?

Should be over here,
90 degrees.

Hey, oj, eagle, give me
some eyes on the port side.

I can't find this next spot.

You got it, oj?

Well, I'll tell you
why we couldn't find it.

It's about a half mile from
where it's supposed to be.

Son of a b*tch.

Well, this is bad news.

It looks like it's a
three-pot tangle, guys.

All right.

Let's just grab
one at a time.

Call it very slow.

Keep an eye
on the other pots.

Half speed at best.

Roger.

This Russian trawler
is moving our gear,

Snarling our stuff up.

Who knows what else he did
to the gear on the bottom?

We just lost the pot,
slowly sinking into oblivion.

This is.

I just lost
$4,000 right there.

I need these guys
out of here.

But I'm not going to be able
to chase the Russians

Out of my water by myself.

I need help.

And the sooner, the better.

Just southeast.

On the time bandit...

Unbelievable.

Ooh-hoo!

Yeah, baby!

We're back on our strengths,

Predictable pots
and no worries.

I'm not going to run
from crap,

So I'm going to have
to get it back on the water

And suck these things
off this bank.

Only 60 miles from
the former hammer and sickle,

Captain Johnathan hillstran is
an equal opportunity crabber.

Red or red, white and
blue to fill his 160,000 lbs. Of quota.

He'll take it all.

What do you think of that pot?

Ooh-hoo, unbelievable.

Oh, my god.

Ooh.
We've come a long ways.

Hello.

I'm seeing good numbers,

But I've got trawlers
out here,

And I've had major problems.

I had, like, three pots.

Couple of them gone.

Drug into a tangle.

These guys are wiping me out.

Wow. That's crazy.

...And if you were willing to come
down here and work with me...

Maybe that'll keep them
from coming through the area.

I don't want to think about
that one.

I got crab up here, too.

I don't want to come down
there and lose gear.

It's a Russian trawler.

Wow.

Are you kidding me?

I've tried to call them
on the radio.

I've got nothing back.

And he's going
right through my gear.

I'm on my way.

All right.

Bring a decent load.

I just want to scare these
guys out of the United States.

Operation anvil drop.

That's... That's coyote
roadrunner stuff going on.

Okay, coyote's on the border.

Come on up.

Roadrunner is on his way.

Beep, beep.

All right, guys.

Change in our plan.

Operation anvil drop
in progress.

Here we go.

Five hundred fift
miles southeast,

On the summer bay...

Hey. Good morning.

You're...
You're throwing me a bone.

- Thanks.
- No, it's good, man.

I just...

First spot going over.

Rolling.

Whoo!

Bombs away, b*tches.

On the western
perimeter of the COD grounds,

Captains wild Bill and Sean set a
barrage of gear on productive territory,

Entrenching their position.

Man, that sucks.

There's a bunch of trawlers
headed our way.

Having two people
next to each other

When this happens
is better than

Just being all on your own.

Is he doing?

I have no idea what that is.

It's got an ais, so I got
to keep an eye on them.

Those trawlers don't have
the best lights on them.

And the... The guys
aren't really 100% attentive.

Gear gets run over.

It's not the time to be
giving up $1,500 pots.

I got mine set in the way
I wanted,

So hopefully
I don't lose any gear.

Six hundred mile
northwest...

Johnny, I see you
right outside my window.

You're just about
to the line now, dude.

Did you bring your passport?

Yeah, I got the passport.

Right here, Russians.

Just a quarter mi
from the Russian line.

We're setting six pots
to the mile.

So we can still catch crab.

Russian.

This is probably as tight
as we want to get.

And we just parallel our gear
right up to the Russian line.

Captains Keith and Johnathan
drop the anvi on the red menace,

Setting their gear
in a tight grid,

Making it impossible
for draggers to pass

Without snagging their nets

On time bandit
and wizard's soaking pot

Hey, put your flag up.
Okay?

We got ours up
this afternoon.

Yeah, the guys
are going up there right now?

Yeah.

It's a beautiful thing,
the American flag.

It's a beautiful thing.

There you go.

God bless america.

Yeah!

Ooh!

How you like them colors,

Russia?

Yeah, baby.

Ooh-hoo!

All right, man.

Let them know we're here.

Five.

Four, three, two, one...

Bang. Whoo!

Yeah.

Oh, man.
That's beautiful, dude.

Hello, Russia.

There you go.

We're here.

All right.

Operation anvil drop
officially engaged.

Start setting.

Anvil drop.

Well, they know
we're here now.

We'll go up there
and break the Nuts.

- Wow. Chuck Norris.
- Kneel down and In the nuts.

We're just getting started out
here, you know, god bless america.

On the Russian line...

Let her go.

Giddy up. Go mule, go.

It's operation anvil drop.

We're dropping the anvil
on the ruskies.

We're going to block them out
with our crab pots

And hopefully,
we chase them away.

Two hundred and twenty
pots into setting their blockade

Captains Keith and johnatha wall off the
Russian trawle from plundering us waters.

Johnathan, you got me.

We're doing good, man.

We're getting real close. We'll
have this line sewn right up.

Right on, well,
you know what?

We've got
so much gear in here.

Any trawler
would be an idiot...

Oh, yeah. I put my gear
so close together...

Oh, yeah. Same here.

We're the front lines
right now, dude.

Damn right.

Go, Team America.

I'll talk to you soon.

USA, USA.

We're going to cover every
last square inch of this area

And we normally start
your set at the border

And set away from it.

I'm setting
right at the border.

What in the.

Runnin' out of space, guys.

The current is really
pushing me hard.

Get it over the side.

I'm opposed
to trying to go over the line

Because I don't want to know
what the consequences are.

I mean, we've had
Russian gunships out here

Before to chase crabbers
back over the line.

Chance to get in real
serious trouble.

Come on around, baby.
Come on around.

It's not looking so good.

I'm on the Russian line.

39 feet.

49 feet.

All right.

We may have just gone 60 feet
into their own waters.

I hope we didn't just start
an international incident.

...We just drifted
into Russian waters.

Oh, yeah!

That was a close call.

Keep your friends close.

Keep your enemies closer.

Now I get it.

I never understood
that one until now.

Team USA has officially
set a wall.

I'm not budging.
I'm staying here.

I don't care if I lose gear, but I'm
not giving away our fishing grounds.

We're not giving an inch.

Whatever we got to do.

We have not yet
begun to fight.

Six hundred miles southeast

On the COD grounds.

I got into something here.

I'll talk to you
in a little bit.

Good luck.

After weaving
a tightly packed web of pod

Through the western
perimet to ward off draggers...

All clear.

...Captains
Bill and Sean return to see

If their gear survived
the night.

Roger.

Throw hard.
Pull fast, buddy.

Here we go.

You're good.

Thank you.

We've worked with wild Bill
in the past

And it hasn't worked out.

So I don't know.

It could be anyone's game.

Oh, yeah. Thank you,

Wild Bill.

Take this. Holy
20 pounders in there.

Thirty five, woo!

This looks good.

Ha, ha, hey!

These are some good pots.

That's good money
right here.

Do you think
we're fishing fast?

Big fish.

Wild Bill knows
what he's doing.

Curious what Bill's got
going on over there.

If I get a couple of
hundred pounds of pot here,

I can make that work.

Yeah.

Some sea pigs.

Sea pig means a big pot.

Don't ask me why.
Looks like a pig, I guess.

Thirty-three, zero.

That was a nice big consistent
pot, at least 400 pounds.

One in a row, though.

What the
Are you doing?

Oh, man!

On the COD grounds...

Landon, get on the rail

And take care of this before
some of you guys get hurt.

That is so dangerous.

You got that massive line and
the tangled part comes loose,

It snaps tight.

Somebody just ran it over.

His gear tangled
by a trawler, wild Bill figh

To reclaim his line
and hold the line

In the face of enemy
encroachment.

You can lose fingers,
you can lose gear.

There's a lot at stake, I
think every pot has to count.

Woo!

Really?

Well,
another one down, I guess.

Should be right up
in front of us here.

What the?

Yeah, that's 46.21
should be like right here.

Somebody just ran
the son of a b*tch over.

We don't need to be
losing any pots.

What's up, Bill?

I mean, the numbers,
they're damn good.

But almost every one of
these buoy setups is tangled.

I don't know
what I'm going to do.

We're about a third of the way
through it...

It's good enough
and I cannot see running.

...And try to make
every pot count.

The plan,
fight fire with wildfire.

b*mb is placed.

Rolling over.

Let it go.

Going over.

Bill leads the
effort as the duo set gear

At less than a 10th of a mil
apart threatening to send

Trawler nets
and profits up in flame.

The goal is to get this COD

But if you lose your gear,
we're not going to walk away

With any money left
in our pockets.

And I am trying so hard
not to have to do that.

We'll see how this thing
ends up.

Six hundred mile
northwest...

Time bandit.

Hey.
Yeah, I got you fine.

On the Russian line...

Good. I haven't seen
any Russian boats...

Okay. Be safe.

Six hours before Keith
and Johnathan are read to haul.

It's all quiet
on the northern front.

Russians.

We don't usually fish this
close to the Russian line,

You know, maybe they've been
doing this for years, just zigzag and over.

You know, now that we're
up here, they're going to see,

"oh, wow, we're wasting
our time driving up here."

Hopefully, we defend our
territory, whatever we got to do.

Pow, pow, down.

What's up?

Somebody what?

That's no Airplane,
that's a m*ssile.

That's coming from
frickin' Russia.

Did Russia
sh**t a m*ssile, dude?

That's a m*ssile.

- That's a m*ssile.
- Johnathan?

All right. What am I...
What do you want me to do?

- Get a picture of it?
- That is crazy.

It is a m*ssile.
Look at that.

Look at that
big ol' moon.

That moon ain't anything
good for us right now.

New moons typically suck
because it's extra dark at night

And that circle of life,
right?

The chain of fish feeding on each other
gets higher and higher off the bottom.

On the Bering sea
a red moon's a rising.

Hey, John.

You see, in the moonrise, it looks
like a Russian hammer and sickle.

Oh, it is, the star's up
to the left.

Son of the b*tches.

They're in the west and east.

The damn Russians.

Bill and Sean close in
on the COD derby's home stretch

While Keith and John try to keep the
Russians ou and the crab rushing in.

On the Russian line.

Did Russian sh**t
a m*ssile, dude?

- Oh!
- Oh, my god...

- Oh, no.
- ..It's coming over the boat.

It looks like it's
going straight to Anchorage.

Zoom in on it, honey.

Wizard here.

What?

He's kiddin' me.
I'm going outside.

There's a plume.

And there's something haling the
a*s towards is United States.

I'm seeing, oh man, there is
a streak in the sky

That is not the norm.

This is not good.

John, you're making me
nervous.

We're way too close to Russia.

Okay, man.
Standby.

Well, Russian trawlers is
one thing,

But Johnathan calling saying
he can see rocket boosters

Go flying over his head and then we
actually see a streak through the sky.

You got to wonder
what the hell's going on.

But I'll tell you what, I'm not
giving away our fishing grounds.

So bring it on, Russia.

Time bandit, wizard, team u.

Six hundred mile
southeast.

On the COD grounds...

Coming up.

Yeah.
Coming up on the first one.

After packing their
defensive grid even tighter...

Come on, baby.

Show me some love here.

Let's see.

Captains Bill
and Sean find out

If they nabbed their COD
or made the trawlers holler

Okay.

Beautiful.

Looks like we got a pot
full of sea pigs on this one.

It's a good-looking pot.

Finally, we're making
some money up.

Look at the size of that fish.

So we're going to make
a comeback here.

Woo!

Bill's fishing spot...

Money.

Good spot.

Appreciate the heads up, man.

Hey, I'm looking up
the line here.

I think I see...

Yeah, man...

No, I was just
going to say...

You're a good fisherman, man.
Let's... I'd be happy to work with you.

I'm glad we figured out
the way partnerships work.

- Oh, likewise.
- I needed some Help.

I'm desperate, dude.

Six hundred mile
northwest on the Russian line...

Johnathan, how are you doing?

Doing good, man.

I don't see any draggers
or nothing.

I hope they will stop those sons
of b*tches from coming over here.

Hopefully, there are some Russian
crab that defected and climbed in our gear.

Lots of Russian crabs
in my pots, I bet.

Right on, John,
I'll talk to you soon.

Bye.

Hope there is plenty
of crab for John and I to share

And at the same time, chase these
Russians right out of American waters.

Oh man, Right here.

I've got him right here.

I got that Russian trawler
right in the neighborhood again.

Don't rest easy.

Because my gear's coming
and it's coming thick and heavy.

Turn around.

Good.
Get the hell out of here.

He just skedaddled
out of here.

It's heading to vladivostok.

Russian trawler,

This is fishing vessel wizar

Never.

The ruskies backed down, man.

We got them intimidated.

One less thing
to worry about.

All right, guys, coming up.

Come to papa.

Holy It's almost
crossbar, man.

What have we got, rog?

Five hundred
and thirty-five crabs.

Wow!

Woo!

Yes.

Yes.

I haven't seen
anybody over here.

...Came right up
to the border, saw our gear...

Good.

Yeah, baby.

He knew he's going
to tear his net to hell.

So coyote and roadrunner
came out good on this one.

Don't mess with our crab.
Those are our crab.

That's right, man.

In fact,
it's not the Russian border

It's a USA border, Johnny.

USA, USA.

USA, USA.

- Right on, John.
- Proud to be American.