19x05 - In Need of Rescue

[bunniefuu]

Yeah, I'm getting somebody
right at six miles.

It's doing about 15 knots
heading right towards us.

Rick and I are looking out
for each other.

We're keeping an eye
on each other's gear.

I'm not letting
an ill*gal fisherman

chase me out of this area.

Can you please respond?

I know he can hear me.

I know he can see me.

I have fought my way
to the wheelhouse.

Woo-hoo!

And no one's gonna take it
away from me.

Son of a b*tch.

This is not a coincidence.

Try to get that one started.

Com Com Juliet three-seven

request to assume
our radio guard.

Desperate times
call for desperate measures.

And this is one of 'em.

270 miles northeast
of Dutch Harbor...

All right, guys.

On the bow.

Roger.

On the Wizard.

I need a little bit of luck
here, okay?

Come on, crabs!

Come on, crabs!

Catch me some crabs.

That's what I said.

Come on, then.

Let's get crabs.

Come on, crabs.

Whoo!

What is our tide doing
right now?

That's the big question.

Full moon,
when the current gets
really strong,

they will literally
bury themselves in the mud.

You know, we've still got
two and a half, three days

of fishing on the bottom

before it's gonna hit us.

Looking to stay ahead
of the strong currents

that accompany
a rare lunar eclipse,

Ooh, yeah!

Captain Keith Colburn

approaches the southern edge
of a 50-pot string

hunting for 30,000 pounds
of bairdi crab

to meet his quota.

All right, we need
some bugs here, man.

How many in that one, guys?

It's not enough crab.

We're gonna be out here
forever at this rate.

It'll all come around.

I stay positive

because the only alternative
is to be negative.

And that doesn't help
the crew, or a boat
or anything.

Well get it.

Even if it takes us all year.

You know, I'm not seeing much.

But as we're heading up
the hill,

it is getting better.

You know, I got a hunch.

The bio mass is further north.

It's hard to find a partner
that you can trust.

But we got a lot of ground
to cover.

I could use reinforcements.

Finishing the laties
on the plotter.

He's the only one
within 20 miles.

Stupid, stupid truck.

Stupid, stupid time in town.

I needed to get Noah home

so he could rest his foot
and have it heal properly.

Man.

Crew needs a paycheck.

I need a paycheck.

I need to buy this boat.

After losing
his trusted deck boss
to an injured ankle,

Captain Rick Shelford
runs shorthanded

targeting his 55,000 pound
eastern bairdi quota.

Every crab
a piece of his down payment

on family vessel,
the Aleutian Lady.

What was that last count?

That ain't paying the bills.

The Aleutian Lady, Rick here.

Hey, Rick, how's it going?

I've been holding blanks
a day and a half now.

Boo.

Do you know what?
I'm seeing better sign
north of us.

We can probably
help each other to catch
this crab.

Yeah, heck man.

I'm gonna head your way
and let's,

tag team, and...

try to target this stuff.

All right, right on, man.

I really appreciate your help.

Shout at you soon. Bye.

I met Rick for the first time
when he was about 19.

His dad Rick Shelford Sr.,

I met years before that
when I was a greenhorn.

I just think of him
as little Rick.

But, you know...

Now he's just Rick.

I'm not gonna talk bad
about Keith.

But...

you know, Keith and my old man
fished at the same time.

And they fished a lot.

I'm just...

I'm hesitant

in terms of trusting
Keith's numbers.

I don't like being partners
with people, but...

I can't afford
to have any more blanks.

160 miles South...

aboard the Northwestern.

Luck on your trip.

Good luck on your fall.

It's kind of funny.

We heard that a lot growing up.

We missed our beginning
of our bairdi season

because, you know,
we went home
for my mother's funeral.

And so,
it kind of puts us
under the g*n.

One week
after laying his mother
to rest

and ending
his Golden King Crab
season early,

Captain Sig Hansen
drops his first 120 pots

of the eastern bairdi fisher.

Ready?

Let her go.

My biggest fear

is that this blood moon
that's right on top of us

is gonna, you know,
mess me up a little bit.

And it just so happens
on a full moon,

that's when you get
your strongest tides.

So I wanna set these,

north, east, south, west.

And you want the tunnels
to face in there.

The bait,

that smell is gonna go up
or down that current.

And so,
the closer the crab is
to that tunnel,

the easier it is
for him to get in.

Crawling against the current.

Worst time to start setting
is on a full moon.

'Cause you don't know
if crab are actually there

or if they're digging
into the mud,

and hunkering down
because of the tide.

One over.

All right,
this one's for you, Mom.

Get it out.

Yeah, buddy!

Who the is that?

American Number One?

Boy.

Going over.

Boy, boy.

That's a big dragger.
Big troller.

They're about...

five miles outside the gear.

He's right there.

Gear's right there.

That's not good.

American One,
Northwestern. You read?

Over.

Please respond.

She's not listening.

The boat right there
can go through your pots

and just tear your gear
to shreds.

American Number One,
Northwestern, you see me here?

You know,
there was nobody in the area
when we started this.

They see us on the AIS.

All you gotta do
is bend a little.

Twenty degrees,
that's all it takes.

Can you please respond?

The hell!

He's going right down my string.

I'm in plain as day.

It's gonna get tangled
in the stores.

And then,
they're gonna start
cutting 'em.

Twenty pots.
Just like that.

That's 20 grand.

Stop, stop, stop right now.

Don't set it.

We got a few left.
You wanna dump 'em off?

Just leave it.

It was trollers in the area.
Right up above.

It's 120 miles away.

Just get off deck, okay?

Roger.

200 miles east on the Barbara J.

This is a huge opportunity.

I come from a family
where I'm the only boy.

Got three sisters, so.

To be a fisherman
like my dad, and

further my career
and be the captain,

I think that's gonna mean
a lot to him, and...

a lot to my whole family.

So I wanna do a good job.

Hey, Jack.

Come on up here.

Today's Friday

and we're delivering Monday
in Dutch Harbor, so.

Let me see
what we can come up with here.

Gotta get 18,000 crab at least.

With 72 hours
to the first delivery
of his career,

Captain Jack Bunnell

with veteran
Steve "Harley" Davidson,

race to fill their tanks

on the eastern edge
of the bairdi crab grounds.

I'm nervous,
but I'm very excited.

I'm super excited.

This is gonna be
my first offload.

I gotta put up the pounds.

First pot coming up.

All right, let's roll.

There we go.
Get some bairdi.

Yeah, boy.

Come on, baby.

Now, what do we got?

Man.

And Elvis has left the building.

Yeah.

That is not looking good.

Coming in light sucked.

I don't wanna come in
light at all.

We got something.

There's some
crab in there.
Whoo!

Three.

Pot's coming up covered in mud.

Beautiful, beautiful bottom
for these crab.

That's just showing
we got the right kind
of ground.

You know, I... I think we should

follow this little mud streak.

Kind of zig-zag with it.

Instead of just
cutting across it, maybe.

You know, they're in the mud.
We see that.

Let's follow it.

What happened?

What the.

280 miles
northeast of Dutch Harbor...

This ain't good.

On the Barbara J.

Not at all?

Electrical tape.

That it?
- Yeah.

Get this online.

That's the noise
we want to hear.

Is it working now?

Everything's working
as it should now. Just...
There's just a plunger

in there that engages
and kills the engine.

Like, when you push
the emergency k*ll switch in

or you idle all the way down
and choke the engine off...

push rod goes in
and... and kills the engine.

And that was engaged,
so as soon as you took
that part out...

all is normal.

All that you've done
now is disable
the emergency shutdown?

I just...

Took that right out
of the system.

Let's get on it, man.

You wanna ride that horse,
so let's do it.

We'll keep an eye
on it through the day,
keep everything going.

The mud's right here,
right in the middle.

That's where I'm putting 'em.

Do it, boys!

All right, guys, go ahead.

Going over!

We gotta take risks.

I have fought my way
to the wheelhouse

and no one's gonna take it
away from me.

185 miles northwest,

on the northern edge
of the bairdi grounds...

Roger.

We're just about
a half mile from you.

If we just set south to north...

I think we're gonna cover
a lot of good
bottom, good depths.

And that's the way
the crab were trending.

Captain Keith,
with newly minted partner
Rick by his side,

pushes into higher latitudes...

combing for a clear
spot to launch
their 250-pot barrage.

Everybody is competing
for this bairdi.

We wanna win.

All right.

Whoa, hey, don't set it,
don't set it.

Hey, Rick, I'm getting
a third boat here.

I got nothing on AIS.

But then I got another boat
on the radar.

You got that?

Yeah.

I got him. He's about
6 miles away from us.

Yeah, there's another
boat out there.

No good, no bueno.

I guarantee you this guy
is watching us.

I don't want this guy
setting his gear here.

They got AIS off,

they're either
on good fishing or...

they're trying
to hide something.

Let's both go straight west.

Go to about 7 knots.

Keep your AIS on

- and throw 'em off the scent.
- Roger that.

I'm heading west at 270 degrees.

All right, I am losing him
on the radar.

To evade
a suspected ill*gal vessel...

All right, on my mark...

turn your AIS off.

Roger that.

The skipper
has powered down their AIS,

or automatic
identification system,
vanishing into the sea.

I'm not seeing
anything on the radar.

I'm hoping he's out of range.

All right,
boys, get ready
to drop some pots.

Roger!

Going over!

Roger.

Over.

Apparently there's some,
ill*gal fishing going on.

These are our grounds.

The Wizard runs from nobody.

Going over!

Going over!

They got
the Coast Guard
on the way, it sounds like.

My God.

Hopefully,
they can get out there

and provide some aid to them.

Dang.

A crew member got injured.

We're gonna go out there...

and bring him back to the...

He has a couple broken legs.

And sounds
like Coast Guard,
they're gonna pick him up.

FPMC 33.

Right.

Flying at 200 miles an hour,

a US Coast Guard
Search and Rescue team

races to a 600-foot behemoth
for the emergency extraction

of a 44-year-old crewman.

So, what I gather
is when he was, like, standing
between the pipes

in, like, in a closed area
around his legs,

they took a swell,
and he fell over
and his legs were stuck.

Yes.
100 feet.

100 feet.

Watch out! Watch it.

Hovering above the 600-foot
transpacific vessel,

FPMC 33...

Easy right.

Holding.

He's very cold.
His feet are very, very cold.

Any blankets was on him?
Yeah.

He's definitely got
a pretty swollen right leg,

the breaks are on both shins.

And he's also injured
in, his hip on both sides.

Roger.
We're happy to help you today.

Have a safe rest of your voyage.

One little comforting thought
we always have out here

is that, you know,
we really aren't alone.

Not only
is the Coast Guard
protecting our waters...

but they're also
keeping us safe.

I'm glad they're on our side.

Buy 'em a beer at the bar,
they deserve it.

I feel bad, like,
just touching his toes

and he was, like,
wincing like crazy.

Hey, don't touch his toes, dude.

I was trying to put
a blanket around his feet.

Why are
you a... Why are you
a toe toucher, man?

That's weird.
I didn't
anticipate that I was,

but now that it's happened,
I might keep doing it.
I don't know.

400 miles northeast...

Let's go see
if this guy whacked us.

On the Northwestern.

Are you seeing this?

I can see him on the screen

and he's getting
pretty damn close
to that string now.

Calling the trawlers
two miles away from me.

Northwestern , you read?

If you can hear me,
you're 100 yards away
from my string.

Would you please
alter your course

or answer the radio?

Unreal.

Completing his 105-mile run,

Captain Sig races to haul
his northernmost string

before the unresponsive
dragger turns his fishing gear

into a 50-pot pile-up.

It's 50 grand
worth of pots,
if we lost 'em,

that's our season, it's done.

Just seeing the first bag now
coming up alongside.

We got one at least.

That's 20 hours, so...

hoping for, like,
a crab an hour.

There's life?
Yep.

Yeah!

I know that there's a lot
of trawling going on

and I know
that they transit this area.

And I know
that before a full moon...

you know, you see good fishing.

You can't get a read
on your gear

'cause you don't know
what's going on.

My gut tells me
they just roll
over these spots.

Sometimes you just
gotta take risk.

And, that's just
the way it is.
We're not running.

Betting he can beat
the blood moon's
peak tidal pull...

Set 'em back, all right?

Move on to fish area two.

Let's make it happen. Copy.

Sig sets back all 60 pots...

Going over.

Into the heart
of the trawling grounds.

I know it was my call,
I definitely stacked these on,

maybe move 'em to a safer area
where there's not trawlers.

But, you know,
Sig doesn't run from crap.

Fishing is always a gamble.

Right now, I think
this risk is worth it.

140 miles north...

Hey, Rick,
how are you doing over there?

On the northernmost edge
of the bairdi grounds.

Yeah,
I'm just pulling
up on our first pot.

It's right where I left it.

This is the spot, man.

Trust me on this.

This is a huge leap
of faith for Rick

to follow me up there.

If you tell a guy
you know where the crab are...

you'd better be right.

All right, guys, on the bow.

They've been moving pots around

for about 48 hours, right?

Can't do it here.

Now, we're gonna see
if it paid off.

Here we go.
Let's rock and roll.

Where are you hiding?
Where are you hiding?

Come on, where are you now?

All right, pot's almost up.

- Yeah!
- Yeah, baby!

Bang!

Hey, hey, hey!

There we go.

Yes!

Come on, baby. Come to Papa.

Whoo-hoo!

Yeah!

- Whoo!
- Whee!

Looking good.

Hell, yeah.

Give me a count
as quick as you can, man.

You like that?

Plenty more
where that came from, yeah!

How many in that one, guys?

I knew there was crab here.

Yeah, guys, I think
we're missing a pot here.

Can I get a couple of eyes
up on the bow?

Holy!
There is a big ball of stuff.

I think I see the end of it.

We got it.

Son of a b*tch!

On the eastern bairdi grounds,

This is not small stuff.

This is stuff
that will completely

take this boat
out of commission.

Right on.

Whoo!

All right! Now we're fishing!

Hey.
- How're you doing over there?

I'm seeing 60-plus a pot.

Well, some dumped it

and it's tangled up
in my bait setup.

It's got, like, a tie-up line,

it's got everything
under the sun in this thing.

I don't know if I can even
haul this next pot.

We've never dealt
with ill*gal fishing boats

this deep into
American waters before.

Let's patrol the area,

and keep him out of our gear.

I'm down. I'll keep you posted
on what I see.

And good enough.

Unhook it.

Roger.

I'm not gonna
run away from crab.

Desperate times
call for desperate measures.

And this is one of 'em.

185 miles southeast...

on the Barbara J...

Hey, you said it.
Why don't you come
and hold it, man?

Yeah, hell yeah.

- Let's see what we get here.
- Yeah.

Hey, guys, about a mile.

Start picking that string up.

You remember
your first delivery?

I don't even remember
my last pot, dude.

I'm sure
you want it to be a good one.

No, I do remember.

We were excited as hell.

Got a fish ticket,
I still kept it.

It was 49,253 pounds,
if I remember right.

I want
a memorable first delivery.

And if I come in short,

it won't be that.
I'll remember I came in short.

So... this string
has got to hit.

First line.

Come on, baby.

Yeah, baby!

Okay, at least there's
a little somethin'
in this one.

Yeah. Look at that.

Fifty-three.
There we go.

That's more like
the Jack I know.

That's what we like to see.

Move!

- Whoa!
- It's every pot!

Bigger and bigger!

All right,
it looks pretty darn good.

- All right then.
- Yep.

Whoo-hoo-hoo!
Hell yeah!

Look at that one.

Holy!

The old fourth quarter Hail Mary

might have worked
for you, buddy.

Let me see your numbers.
Let me see that thing.

Here, check this out.

- Yeah.
- Look at this.

Yeah!

Look at that pot.
Not at all bad.

Yeah.

- Yeah.
- Yeah.

This string's paying up.

Yeah, it is.

- This is awesome!
- Aye.

Way to rally
all the way to the end, boy.

You know,
I don't know if we can
hit the number, Jack,

but you gave it,
we gave it a hell of a fight.

We did, right?

190 miles northwest...

on the eastern bairdi grounds...

Hey, Ricky, can you see
anything over there?

I haven't seen nothing.

It's clear.

Yeah, I'm getting somebody
right at six miles.

It's headed right towards us.

Yeah, I got him.

Lights out, lights out.

I gotta go downstairs
real quick, all right?

Roger.

Must be an old man thing, right?

Doesn't he have Depends on?

That's pretty good.
This here, this is,

40 sections, 668 shots.

That doesn't scare
this guy away, nothing will.

Hell yeah.

Come on, Keith. Bust a move.

All right, get some.

He's still on the same course,
heading our way.

I don't think he sees us.

Yeah, he's almost here.

Roger!

Three.

Two.

One.

Light 'em up!

You know, by not answering me,

all it did was
bring me back in time.

You know,
I was sweating b*ll*ts,

because... been through
this scenario before.

Guy didn't answer me, and he was

purposely barreling
through my gear.

And, I got... I went nuts.

And I just freakin' hammered it.

Went right for him.

So, I'm comin' at him,

and then he starts going
more and more to port,

and I just changed more
and more starboard on him.

I am... I wanted to
T-bone this guy.

I just came at him,

ten knots,

he started running to the port.

And then I just...
right off his stern.

And then he kept going.
Never said a word.

Anyway, I don't think
he ever did that again.

Road rage, or
in this case, maritime mania.

Three.

Two.

One.

On the Wizard...

Light 'em up!

Whoo!

Yeah!

Run now, baby. Whoo!

This guy has done a 180.

He is on his way out.

Yeah!

And stay out!

He might go poach some more

crab somewhere else,

but he's not poaching crab here.

135 miles south...

Comin' up here,

we're on the northern end
of our strings.

On the Northwestern...

This is the area where
we saw a couple of

those boats go through.

Well, that's the gamble
we're taking right now.

I see the first one,

so she's on track, okay?

Roger.

Keep our fingers crossed.

Right now the currents are
running very strong.

Just takes more time
for the crab to crawl.

They kinda dig down.

And so... the timing is...
not optimal, but...

We wanna see some life
in the pots.

Come on.

Yeah, buddy!
Whoo!

Whoo!

There's...
some crab in there.

There we go!

This was a big one.

Yeah!

That's 17.

- Twenty-nine!
- Twenty-nine.

Twenty-nine?

Roger!

That wasn't bad now, was it?

Yeah!

Now they feel like
they're fishing.

Especially with this blood moon.

I was very nervous,
but right now, I'm encouraged.

Hell, yeah!

There he is.

He's right over there.

It was an American boat.
That's fine.

He's got every right to be here.

I get it, you know,
but if he's working,

and he's trawling,
then he should at least

respond on the radio,

so that we know what's going on.

Calling trawler,
two miles away from me,
Northwestern, you read?

Really?

Good, good, good, all right.

So, you did alter?

Thank you.
You had me worried, man.

So, everything's
good over there?

All right.

Back to radio silence.

In Dutch Harbor...

Hey, sis.
How you doin'?

I'm just sitting out the dock,

just about to deliver
my first load of crab.

This is crazy.

Thanks sis, I love you.

All right!
Let's get it up!

Nice and easy here.

Yeah!
Beautiful thing.

Look at
that monster.
Whoo!

First crab coming off
as captain.

Awesome feeling.

I just wanted to get 'em off,

and get back out there.

This is cool.