18x23 - Port of Last Resort

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Come on, crabs.
Whoo! Come on.

- Here we go!
- Come on, crabs!

Coming up.

End of the season.

You know, I feel like
we've gone through enough already.

But we've got a long way to go.

Coming up!

The crew is wiped out.

They're tired. They're spent.

They've worked their butt off to
get to this point in the season.

Now they just need
to rally to finish.

Excited
to see my family, my friends.

The boys are on it.

They want to go home.

My family
is the reason I go fishing.

And I haven't seen them
in a long time.

I'm gonna hug my
puppy and grab the grandbabies.

There's a chance that we get
to go home soon.

But the ice man is coming
to the wreck everyone's world.

There is much bigger
problematic ice coming at us.

So there's no turning back.

One shot.

Do you see that?.

- Look at that?
- yeah!

Now that's how you do it!

Oh,.

We've got a breach in the hull.

Oh, my God!

Everybody's suffered.

I know that.

We've got a flying brailer..

God help us all.

And the clock is still ticking.

Let's go!

- Hello.
- Hello.

Everything good
with our granddaughter here?

Hopefully,
it won't be too much longer.

But it's starting to ice up
at the harbor.

Getting a little worried we're
gonna get in for an offload.

Two months
into a grueling winter season.

This is too cold,
it's too windy.

And tomorrow night, this whole
area will be gone, gone, gone.

We're gonna get shut down.

Cold air from
the Arctic hurtles south,

sending the 310,000
square mile ice pack

through the fishing grounds

on a collision course
with the Pribilof Islands.

It's moving between 15
and sometimes 30 miles a day,

which is gonna shut down
the whole northern fishing area

and then surround Saint Paul.

260 miles north of
Dutch Harbor is Saint Paul Island,

home to the sole
northern cannery

capable of processing

the $11 million
of remaining product.

With a little strip of crab, I'd
like to get another pick, you know?

I may end up down there,
top of the

dragging head with you, okay?

Call me if you want
to work together.

Yeah, it sounds
like a little partnership

is exactly what we both need.

Now captains seize
every advantage

to bring winter season
to a close...

Probably become ice station
wizard one more time.

...before the ice
shuts them down.

Three-hundred-and-thirty miles northwest of
Dutch Harbor on The Saga.

I'm sorry
I always miss your birthday.

All right. Well, I love you.

I'll let you get some sleep.
I just was missing you pretty bad.

Okay. Bye-bye.

Love you.

Missed Aiden's birthday.

Now I've missed
Jenna's birthday.

Luca's birthday's next, and I
really hope I don't miss it.

Separated from his family
for the last two months,

Captain Jake Anderson turns
his bow into 12-foot seas

in a desperate bid
to catch and deliver

his final 50,000 pounds
of opilio crab.

All right, guys.
Here's the first pot.

All right, let's roll.

before the ice pack

shuts the door
on Saint Paul Island.

I'm onto the rock pile.

Opilio crab like being
in the mud next to rock.

I need 250 average.

I could use
a little luck right now.

No good.

It's terrible.

Watch that head.

Man!

This isn't gonna work.

We're not finding much here,

so we got to find it elsewhere.

There's not
a lot of mud around here

for the crab to dig in.

There's trails
in between these rock piles.

If you know where those
trails are, you can load up.

Reading my gear here,
I might just bump it over,

go another half mile deeper.

I just need one clue.

Oh,.

Come on, Mason.
Come on, Mason.

That's it. Throw.

Dammit, Mason.

All you had to do
is throw it right.

Where is it?.

They're alive.

- Come on, come on, come on.
- If I get the line in the prop, that's deadly.

That's not dangerous,
it's deadly.

Oh, man.

- What?
- Front wheel!

dammit!

Run the block, please.

We're working on that.

Adrift in a building sea,

the skipper pits
the boat's hydraulics

against the boat's prop
to free the line.

dammit.

Oh.

dammit.
We just snapped a line.

I do need to remain grateful,
which I am,

that we are still alive,
nobody got hurt.

All right. Here we go, guys.

Dump it back.

Roger!

I'm trying to finish off this
season before this season finishes us off.

Three-hundred-and-fifty
miles southwest

on the Aleutian
golden king grounds.

Big snow squall. Perfect.

Once again,
rock and a hard spot.

Aboard the Patricia Lee...

Can't really see
a lot of current.

But we're gonna transfer
4,000 pounds of halibut heads

and hopefully do it safely.

Patricia Lee.

Roger.

Captain Rip Carlton
stares down the barrel

of an additional $4 million
of guaranteed crab, a hefty payday.

But if they fail, a hefty payout

for the captain and crew.

We're on
to the next quarter now.

We can't afford not to catch
every pound we are committed to.

And if we don't catch it,
we have to pay them.

That's how it works.

Before Rip
can set his 50-pot load,

he'll have to haul
a 4,000-pound brailer

across three football fields
of writhing 15-foot seas.

We're gonna throw
in our buoys first, right?

Roger.

We're gonna throw the buoys, let
them go all the way up behind.

As soon as he gets them, I'll
spin to starboard and he'll pull it off.

Roger.

We're gonna trail off
buoys behind the boat.

He's gonna come up behind it,
pull this pot out of the rack.

And then we're gonna
come behind him

and he's going
to trail some buoys out.

We're gonna get the brailer.

Wait till it's tight
and then launch it.

Roger.

Roger.

Anchor over.

You can take it out of gear.
I'm coming behind you.

All right.
Here we go.

Yeah!

Go, go, go.

And there she goes.

We got the brailer
coming over right now.

The...

the current is just
so strong here.

I can see it slipping away.

Watch out, guys.
Brailer coming back.

Watch out.

She's a swinger.

We got a flying brailer up
there in the wind now.

Get off for right now.

Stay to the right,
we're going sideways.

Here we go.

They got it.

Sweet.

We needed it badly.

And we have to catch this crab.

500 miles north.

On The Wizard.

Hello, hello.

Hey.
Good morning, Keith.

Jon, how you doing?

Good. Good, man.
Are you in the area?

I am just above you
there, two miles away.

Let's get this done, all right?

Let's start setting.

Get this in the water.

With the ice pack
threatening Saint Paul Harbor

captains Keith Colburn and Jonathan
Hillstrand of the Time Bandit

aim their 250 pots across
the northern grounds,

betting double the gear

will tank their opilio crab
in half the time.

I want to just start like
at the...

the 09 or 08 and set
to the northeast

and jump over about four miles,

set back to the southwest.

Going over.

I'm gonna set east-west.

That way, no matter what,

we can't screw up
and I'm crossing you up.

I need 620 average
to go home,

620 average one time
and I can go home.

Hang on a second.

You know, I got 66 pots.

Oh, man.

We'll work our way
back up to the northwest,

like you're saying.

I got to go, Jon.

I feel better.
I have company up there.

I'll meet you up in that corner.

All right. Okay. Right on. Thanks.

Roge, I need you
in the wheelhouse immediately.

And wake the guys
on your way up.

I've got about
a two-degree port blast.

We're definitely...
if you look out that window,

you'll see
what the stack looks like.

Do you have any feeling you
can move at all to starboard?

Two...

Okay.
Listen, just wake up.

- Okay?
- We're not...

We've got a little less than
3,000 on my port side.

Okay.

If you can transfer
2,000 gallons,

that could potentially
correct this list.

Okay.

But then I'm gonna also get
the guys out there and clean

all the ice off up
on the bow on the port side.

- Okay.
- I've never flipped a boat over.

I don't intend to.

All I know is that we're not
gonna let this get out of control.

On The Wizard.

I've never flipped
a boat over.

I don't intend to.

Let's do it. Yep!

You know, casualties
out here don't just happen

from one catastrophic event.

It's finding the chain of
events and breaking the chain.

I got you, Roge.

Yeah,
have them chip it out.

We need to find out where
the hell the water's coming from.

All right.

This is how boats go over.

Got it?

Gonna go look at it myself.

Oh,.

Right here.

This side of the boat
going right off to the ocean.

Oh,.

Where is it?

Right.

Right now,
the most important thing

we can do is get
that hole patched up.

Plug it, patch it, seal it,
vise it,

do anything we can
to minimize the water

or completely keep
the water from coming in.

Let's get back to work.

All right, guys,
get ready to set.

That's it.

I'm not saying
we're out of the woods yet,

but let's see
if I can catch some crab.

X-ray, two-four.

Twenty-five miles
southeast on the Northwestern.

Oh,

First few pots were empty.

So it's real spotty.

Real spotty so far.

I'm pretty anxious.

All the crab has to
be delivered to Saint Paul,

and it's impossible to get it
when it's full of ice.

So it's this time constraint
that's, you know, eating.

With his 100 pots free of
the floes and now working 15 miles

below the Arctic pack,
Captain Sig Hansen

races to put a pin in
his winter season

before the ice strangles
Saint Paul Harbor.

Oh.

- There we go!
- Crab.

Yeah.

We're in it.

That's bizarre.

It's overflowing.

We're on it.

That's the
stuff we're after.

Six-hundred-and-thirty.

These kind of numbers,
I can get home sooner.

My kid's about two weeks old.

Oh, no!

Oh, nothing in that one.

I'm just really confused
right now.

Yeah, they're spotty
little buggers, aren't they?

I think we found a little spot.

I'm just speaking
my mind out here.

Clark, come on up
and take a look at

what we're dealing with.

It's really scary
when you think about

couple of pot lengths one way.

And they were...
they were nothing.

Look at this.
You had nothing here.

- Yeah.
- The six.

Yes. How do you know

that it doesn't just drop off
into Blankville, right?

- But...
- It'll keep coming.

Ten, ten, lost it.

Right there.

Okay.

If they fail, it's on you.

- All right then.
- Okay? Gotcha.

So I'm hoping we did
the right thing here.

Oh, yeah.

You know, if we get lucky,

we'll get another
whack out of it.

Hopefully we can
stay ahead of that ice.

We just got to blast it out.

Going over!

Hopefully, it pays off.

Two hundred miles southeast.

Luca!

Aboard the Saga.

He's getting so big.

He's gotten so big.

I'm gonna try... I'm gonna try
real hard to make sure

I'm home for his birthday.

I better get back at it.

Just missing you.

Missing the boys.

I love you.

I love you so much, Luca!

- Bye.
- Love you.

Love you too.

- Bye.
- Bye-bye.

Yeah.

That's the hardest thing
about the job,

the separation from my family.

Hardest thing for me.

I'm hoping these strings
pay off so I can get there.

Coming up.

Yeah, we're on.

Here we go!

Whoo!

Here we go.

I'm hoping to get done
here before the harbor freezes up.

Captain Jake bets
his 30-pot string

threads the rock pile's
muddy trails.

Hit and he may sew up
his season.

Miss and his dream of
making his son's second birthday unravels.

We'll see what comes up
in these pots.

Whoo!

Come on!

Here we go!

We got some.
We got some, baby!

yeah,
dude, look at that.

Whoa.

Nice big crab.

Three-O-five.
Three-O-five.

Nice, 305.

Whoo. Easy there.

You can see the yield increase
with every pot.

That's it, baby!

Let's go!
Let's go!

Whoo-hoo-hoo!

That's a pile.

I'm excited right now.

That's 3-2-0, 320.

Nice.

What?

Oh, that thing
is moving around.

Hey, stop running, stop running.

Put the boat up against it.

Slack tank number two.
Slack tank.

Slack tank?

We've got about $500,000...

Roger, I'm on it right now.

Joe, get down there
and help him.

Alls I can do is
hold it up against it.

It's out, dude.

I got a slack tank.

Without a working pump,

the water level
in the crab tank falls,

leaving 20,000 gallons to slosh
back and forth, destabilizing the vessel.

All it'll take is for me to
hit one of these waves on the side,

puts 200,000 pounds of weight
onto the side of the boat,

you list, then you capsize,
and then you die.

Mason's gonna start pumping
the tank back up now

and he's bleeding
the number three pump

into the number two tank.

Oh, my God! Oh, my God!
Oh, my God!

Pump number two is not...
It stopped.

Yeah, Mack, get up here
and move it up against it.

I got to run down
there and help.

Slack tank.

Mack, hurry!

Three-hundred-and-thirty miles
from Dutch Harbor...

...with a slack tank
threatening to capsize the vessel,

Captain Jake races
to install a new pump

and stabilize the Saga.

Oh, . Come on.

Ready?

Whoo!

There it is, got good flow.

Back to fishing.

Do it, boys!

Restocking
out here in no time.

Two hundred miles northwest.

Hey, Mandy.

Hey. How's it going?

Uh, it...
It's been rough.

That's all I can tell you.

It's been a rough go.

Oh, I bet.

I saw our best signs
in the 73 fathom.

Rich.

Karl and Clark, they want
to be aggressive and assertive

and napalm this one
little spot that had 600.

We just got to hit and make
it to Saint Paul before it's too late.

But the ice is about
eight to ten miles from us.

And so it's not
the safest move to make.

Do I go for it?

Maybe you're right.

Okay. Love you. Bye-bye.

Okay.

You guys are almost ready
to set?

Yeah. Roger.

Going overboard!

We need to hit.

I got to get
the out of here.

Another 4,000 pounds of bait.

So we should be okay.

But we're behind.

This set right here goes
through a sandy bottom area.

It looks like a sand trap to me.

We call this
the golf course string.

We gotta catch 250,000 pounds
in an area

that we haven't
fished ever on this boat.

It's a huge guarantee.

All right, boys.
Nice and easy.

Gonna be wavy.

Roger.

Bump it out.

Five hundred miles
north, on the Wizard.

Team Green, grab up that fish

and prepare for dessert
after a nice big breakfast.

- Let's do it.
- Oh, come on.

Get it.

Yeah, let's get it.

Whoo!

I don't even see a drop
of blood on their face.

Come on, you guys are
joking about this.

I want...

I'm so superstitious that...

these guys... I don't think
these guys did it.

With his hull hole mended,

but the hole in his quota
still unfilled,

Captain Keith takes
his good luck offering

into his own hands.

Yeah. 'Cause you guys don't
know how to do it.

Yeah,.
That's how you do it.

Yeah!

Let's go, guys.
Back to work.

job.

Screw it.

I'll do anything to get
some crab in these pots.

Just a few miles away,

Keith's partner Jonathan looks
to bring a little good luck

to his opilio haul.

Andy.

Yeah. Andy's happy as hell.

Look at him.
That's all he's doing.

...by tapping on the
head of his Brother Andy Doll.

Coming up, Freddy.

First one's on the bow.

Hope for crab.

Ice head's coming down.

We're running out of time.

Ah!

Ain't gonna do it, man.

Yeah.

Obviously, that's not
what we're after, guys.

Here, crabby crab, crab, crab,
crab, crab, crabby crab, crab.

Yeah, that's it!

Welcome aboard, guys.
Welcome aboard.

Yeah, baby!

Whoo!

That's a good pot.

That's a really good pot.

- Here we go.
- Yeah.

Five-O-five.

Oh, Lordy.

The games begin.

Oh!

I'm gonna call Jonathan to see
if he's seen anything.

Not a good sign.

Jon and I have partnered
before probably two or three times.

And, you know,
it's been a little chaotic.

Yeah!
Move, move, move.

Oh, yeah.

Oh, yeah. Getting better.

Coming up. Coming up.
Coming up.

It's like now we're back.

When they're here, they're here.

I'll tell you that,
they're here right now.

This is what irritates
the out of me.

I'm done.

I'm... I'm working on my own

and I'm getting my done.

that.

Five-hundred-twenty miles
north of Dutch Harbor.

Tide's just ripping.

On the Northwestern.

We're getting up on these pots.

I've got two hours
and I want to go.

I want to leave by midnight
on the dot.

The homestretch,
just trying to get out of here

as fast as we can.

Being so close to the ice edge
is always a problem.

Like my father said,

they're either there
or they're not there.

And it looks like we might
have found a good depth.

So I left 'em.

I need a 200 average here.

That's all there is
to it right now.

Inspired by his
father's ferry,

and with the ice just 15
miles away from Saint Paul Island,

the fate of Captain Sig's season
hangs on one final 40-pot set.

We need a little
luck here is what we need.

Oh, yeah!

Whoo!

Here we go.

All right, next pot.

There it is.

Oh, yeah!

That's gonna work.

I just need a few pots like
that, and we're in business.

Oh, yeah!

Whoo-hoo!

- Yeah, baby!
- Yeah, baby!

I love to see the crowd
coming over like that,

some big pots.

Trying to get out of here
as quick as possible.

Last pots here.

What are you seeing
in those, fives?

Yeah, they're fives.

Good.

Just got to keep up our tempo,
keep moving,

get through these strings.

We just need to get out
of here very quickly.

I just got to get into offload
before the ice shuts the harbor down.

Twenty miles northwest.

Get ready
to rock 'n' roll, brother.

On the Time Bandit.

Russell's gonna bet that I can't knock
off that ice off that cable up there.

Ah, dang it.

Hey, stand back.
I'll fix that block.

Stand back.

I'm gonna get that block.

Fix that block.

That made me feel good.

That was fire. One on one.

Woosah. Woosah.

So that is yoga 101
Hillstrand style right there.

Okay, guys.

Come to papa!

Wizard.

Captain Keith,
Captain Hillstrand.

Jonathan here.
Reporting in.

Oh, our partner boat
is on the radar.

I just wanna see
how you're doing.

- I don't know.
- I'm not catching.

What are you seeing up there?

Good shot, baby!

I'm strung out...

strung out and found
some really good numbers.

Holy.

Five-O...

Five-o-five.

- A lot of crab.
- Awesome.

That's exactly
what I was expecting

and hoping to hear, Jonathan.

What you want to do, Keith,

is stacking off all for your
strings to the southeast.

The ice is pretty close.

I'm...
I'm gonna be heading your way.

We'll see you then.

sh**t them up.

Beep-beep, roadrunner.

Beep-beep, coyote.

That's the Jonathan
I know and love.

I wish he would have
called sooner.

Let's hope we can get
my gear in here

and get it back one time before
the ice chases us out of there.

Two miles outside
of Saint Paul Harbor.

Now it's time to offload
our product and go home

and see my beautiful wife
and beautiful three children.

And it feels pretty good.

On the Saga.

Pump number two is not working.

The water has been off.

We haven't had
oxygenated water on the crab.

This is a big problem.

With his pump failure
starving his crab of oxygen,

Captain Jake races
to deliver his opilio

before they go to the
great cannery in the sky.

Processing plant, Saga.

Yeah.
We got you Saga.

I've got a crab pump down,

so I'm coming
in for emergency offload.

I'll be there
in about 12 minutes.

Roger that.
I'll hold a spot for you.

See you soon.

Oh, thank you very much.

Okay.

They're gonna start as soon as
we arrive at the dock,

start pumping it out.

Make sure it's out like dry.

Are they moving?

I need somebody
to talk to me, dude, stat.

We're almost out of this, honey.

Hundred and twenty more pots
and we're going home.

Yeah, I hate that.

Go hit some ice on the rail,
knock the rail off.

The best therapy is go out

and hit some...
break some ice.

Gets your aggression out.

- Yeah!
- Let's go!

Yeah, Mama Bear!

I should throw her
a squash out to squish.

Nice coconut.
Squash it.

- I should know.
- Oh, she got it.

That's what I'm talking about.

Oh!

Yeah, mama!

Whoo! Whoo!

Got to feel better now.

- Yeah!
- All right.

Whoo-hoo!

Yeah, baby!

As Heather squashes squash,

the Time Bandit
quashes their quota

and their winter season.

On the Saga.

This is probably the scariest
offload I've ever had.

You got feet right there.

We got to get on it
though right now.

Every minute they
don't have water, they die.

We need to get this
crab off faster than

just poor off-loaders,
you know what I'm saying?

Every second counts right now.

We could lose the whole tank.

275 miles
northwest, on the Wizard.

Hopefully, the numbers
Jonathan's hailing,

that'll put this boat
in striking range of having

our season pretty much gone.

Come on, crab. I need crab.

yeah!

- Yeah!
- Yeah!

Yes, yes, yes.

Come to papa!

Papa!

- Yeah!
- Yeah!

Oh, yeah.

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

Yes.

Whoo-hoo!

Blue, Wizard, Wizard.

Hey, buddy.

How's it going, Jon?

Whoo!

We got four pots left.

Going home.

I'm getting crab
in every one of them.

Whoo!
Y'all look at that one.

No, that's... that's...

that's awesome, man.

We're putting crab on board too.

On a one-way track
to wrapping his winter season...

Yeah, baby!

...Captain Keith
Banks $1.7 million,

snagging each deckhand
87,000 big ones.

Oh, man.
That's beautiful, dude.

I can't thank you enough
for helping and bailing me out.

- Okay, buddy. Thanks.
- All right, I'm out.

Beep-beep.

Whoo!

It's like threading
a needle right here.

And in Saint Paul Harbor,

the race to beat the ice
and offload draws to an end.

Whoo-hoo!

Was a hell of a season.

Everyone did good.

It's a good feeling
getting in here

and then getting your crab off,

put your money in the bank,
put your money in the bank.

Over 49 days on the water,

Jonathan caught
160,000 pounds of opilio crab

worth $1.3 million, doling out
60,000 per deckhand.

Oh, we got lucky.

There's a lot of ice forming
already here in the harbor.

So we're lucky
to get these crab off.

Captain Sig successfully
challenged the ice pack

to bring in a cool
630,000 bucks,

netting his crew
$70,000 per man.

Oh, my God.

Thank God.

What a relief.

I just dropped off
62,500 pounds.

I had a total dead loss
of 2,041 pounds.

Which is mild compared
to what it could have been.

I think everybody on the boat
is shocked right now.

And between cod and opilio,

Jake totaled out at
1.4 million greenbacks,

stuffing his crew's pockets
with 74 grand.

Pretty cool.
My uncle's pretty dope.

I'd probably come back.
I think I'm crazy enough.

By the skin of my teeth.

And finally,
on the Patricia Lee.

Wow.

Whoo-hoo!

Yeah!

I could not feel any better.

Whoo!

Captain Rip caught
his entire guaranteed

4 million in golden kings,
sending each deckhand home

with a whopping $130,000.

I can see the light
at the end of the tunnel.

And it's not a train for once.

It's the final end of
our journey from Alaska to Seattle.

Oh, yeah?

At the end of all the work,
this is our reward.

- Hey!
- Good to see you.

Oh, welcome home.

Oh, she,
look like a little chipmunk.

This year was not easy.

But like my father said,

our greatest glory
is rising when we fall.

Oh!

We've got our crab.

You have survived
the worst season

I have fished in 20 years.

You guys need to be proud, man.

You're Bering Sea crabbers.

Nobody can ever take
that away from you.

I don't think these guys are
gonna forget this season for a long time.

Baby!

Without the king crab,
they really struggle.

But it's amazing
what a fleet can do

when their back is to the wall.

Whoo!

Last pot, baby.

- Whoo!
- We did it.

We got enough money
to feed our families.

That's the bottom line.

We'll be back next year.

Guarantee you that.

We have not yet begun the fight.

Mother Nature showed us
how fast things can change.

We had Francis get hurt.

And losing Todd,

that is something
you'll never get over.

But I know that
Todd's looking down on us,

and he really would want us
to keep fishing.

So I'm at peace with it now.

I'm at peace.

At the end of the day,

the guys all rallied
and made it happen.

A lot of boats switched
to fishing black cod,

golden king crab, doing what they
have to do to find work.

I say get your
finest dress ready

and some high heels for me

'cause I want to go on
a date with my wife.

Birthday party
for Luca and a date.

That sounds like
a dream come true.

For us, it's all about
the next generation.

It's so cold. Huh?

So the guys are making changes,

and it makes it
difficult sometimes.

That's part of the game.

But when you can reap
those rewards,

there's no feeling like it.

It's Sig, can you hear me?

Sig, how's it going?

Well, we just got back
from Alaska,

and I'm starting
to think about Norway.

And quite frankly,

I want to do something
a little more permanent this time.

Think I want to come back.