06x08 - We're Not in Kansas Anymore

[bunniefuu]

Lofland:
This is a frozen nightmare.

We're not in Kansas anymore.

Ooh, baby.

Fourtner:
Greenhorn down.

You got to fight, rocky.
You got to fight.

God help anybody that's not on
the rail when they should be.

Ugh.

[ Bon Jovi's
"wanted dead or alive" plays ]

♪ another place ♪

♪ where the faces are so cold ♪

♪ I'd drive all night ♪

just to get back home *

♪ I'm a cowboy ♪

♪ on a steel horse I ride ♪

♪ I'm wanted ♪

♪ wanted ♪

♪ dead or ali-i-i-i-i-i-ve ♪

This episode
of "deadliest catch"

Is presented
by frost-brewed Coors light.

Andy: This feels like it's gonna
be a cold-a*s opilio season.

Narrator: The first day
of the opilio-crab season began

With the most severe
freezing spray in decades.

The ice storm enveloped
the fleet,

Blanketing the boats
with thousands of tons of ice.

Wichrowski:
Ice is stacked up pretty deep.

Holy...

Narrator:
With such severe icing,

Few skippers were able to reach
their target fishing grounds.

Oh, boy.

Hang on, hang on.

Narrator: Most captains
abandoned their plans

And dropped gear
on untested grounds.

Sig:
I had intentions of traveling

Another 80 miles farther
to the northwest.

Andy: It don't matter if we're
catching crab or not.

This is staying alive.

Ooh, baby.

Narrator: The Cornelia Marie
was 160 miles from their target

When Captain Phil
started dropping his pots.

Right now we're making ice
like a son of a [bleep]

Narrator:
The deckhands have struggled

To free up the gear ever since.

Phil: Just a lot of weight
on the boat right now.

We start to get heavy,
we just start dumping them.

Yeah, baby.

[ indistinct shouting ]

Man: It's just real slow,
you know?

I mean, all the pots
are frozen solid.

You can't get into them.

You know, it just...

I used to work at a ski resort,

Used to love the ice
and the snow.

Boy, have things changed.

Doesn't make a [bleep] all
where it's at.

Ready.

What's the number?


Let her go.
She's going over.

This is what makes the job
so deadly

Is this point right here.

Whoa, doggies.

I'm not out for speed
right now.

I just want
to get them off safely.

Whoa, whoa.
Hold it right there.

Yeah.

Whoa.
Whoa, whoa, watch yourself.

Breaking ice ain't nice.

The ice hammers are gonna get

Their money's worth
and then some this season.

Narrator: On deck, the crew
battles sub-zero temperatures.

But in the wheelhouse, it's
the Captain who's wearing down.

Phil:
I was in the hospital

A couple days
before I got up here.

I've got three crushed disks
in my back.

Narrator: Pain or no pain,
with 175 more pots to splash...

Slow and steady.
Definitely exhausting.

Narrator:
...There's no relief in sight.

As night falls,


Kodiak Captain bill wichrowski

Approaches his first prospect
string of the opilio season.

Wichrowski: Sometimes the first
one's a little goofy to find,

Especially when you're Rusty --
I'm Rusty.

Narrator: Wild bill was able

To reach his opie grounds
during the ice storm.

Wichrowski:
We're finally getting to work.

Hopefully, we find
a couple gaps and grooves

That have big, clean crab.

I'm excited. I'm ready.

Welcome aboard.

Narrator:
Bill hopes his pots will pay off

So he can rid himself
of the bad juju

From the disastrous king season.

We're off and running.

Oh, come on, baby.

Come on, baby. Give me fives.

Give me fives all the way
through with this.

I got it.
I got it, I got it.

Watch out, buddy.

Oh, you [bleep]

Narrator:
Bill's untried crew

Struggles
to land the first pot.

Watch your [bleep] eyes
on that one. [ laughs ]

If 35-year-old Clint bush
had held on a second longer...

He'd be overboard.

Six years earlier,
on the fishing vessel saga,


made the same mistake.

Man:
Man overboard, man overboard.

Kevin just went over the rail.

Only a miracle rescue
saved him from an icy death.

We got your back.
Yeah, you do.

It's good to be back, man.

You can thank everybody
for that.

On the Kodiak...

Oh, it's part of the job.
Nothing to be scared about.

...There's no pause
after a close call.

No blood, no foul.







I got 45, bill.

Not an "oh, my God,"

But first pot of the season --
I'll take her, baby.

Oh, yeah, yeah.

Yeah.

Yeah. Booya.

Toot, toot.

We scratch out on this
for our first trip.

Hey, number.







Anybody else?

301.

Narrator: Although the numbers
seem to improve...

There's no way.

Narrator: ...For bill,
something isn't adding up.

I don't know about you guys.

You've given me 370 before
in two totes,

And you tell me that was 301.

Count this tote right here.
Empty the one tote.

Count this tote
and see what's in this.

It's not for vanity
or anything.

I need to know
what's in these pots.

And who's to say
they give me the right answer

Just to save face?




So you had 198
in the one tote.

Then you told me 300,
and we had two full totes.

I'm just getting
the numbers together.

It was him, it was him,
it was this guy over here.

You know, it's like [bleep]
you guys. Come on.

If [bleep] burned,

There'd be the eternal flame
out here right now.

Narrator: Returning deck boss
Adam McCalden

Struggles to coordinate
the crab count.

McCalden: It's gonna work.
It has to work.

We have 1.3 million pounds.

We can't be
sitting here guessing,

Going in with 200,000 pounds,
and you end up with 150,000.

Wichrowski:
I know Adam's worried right now,

'cause he thinks it's
gonna blow, it being me.

We had some miscount here.

I don't know if half our crew
can't count or...

If we go with our last trip
over our quota, we get a fine.

Keep my eyes on them.

Narrator:
If the count is off by just 10%,

The penalty for delivering
over or under his quota

Could be devastating.

You guys know
I'm not paying the fine.

We're dividing it up.
Think about that one.

I'm the one
that writes their checks.



Am I sorting any of those crab,
your honor?

How many do you have?



And you?




Hmm.

If you put all that into two
totes, it wouldn't fit.

How much did you guys
have together?

Wichrowski: There's no reason
for that crab-count thing.

Basically, if they can't
count crab, I'll replace them.

If they can't do the job,
they're done.



What the [bleep]

I don't know what to say.

You guys are stupid.

Shut the [bleep] up.

[bleep.Got to be yelling
at me.

Narrator: The Captain turns up
the volume on the deck Mike

To hear Clint's every word.

Didn't go to college.

[bleep] that's why
we're here to fish.

And we can't count
worth [bleep]

Not all of us were
mathematicians in school.

I don't think any of us would be
here to count [bleep]

Hey, Clinton,
I don't ask for a lot.

Just basically do the job
and shut up.

Is that a lot to ask
out of a crew?

I mean,
it's not like I'm asking them

To do trigonometry or algebra.

It's a count.

I've never been a guy
that put up with nonsense.

I mean, if these guys
are worried

That I'm gonna come unglued,

It makes them think
about what they do.

My method always worked before,

And if I got to do it again,
I'll do it again.

Narrator: 280 miles
to the north of dutch harbor

Is the wizard.

We definitely put some ice on
coming up the hill.

We'll put the team out there
to really knock it off.

Man: Everybody asks me
why I live in Hawaii.

I got to thaw out six months
out of the year.

Man: You want
to hang that thing?

Narrator:
Captain Keith steams

Towards his first opie string
of the season.

We're just gonna get the ice off
that we have to get off

Right now
to get the gear on here.

Narrator: The skipper managed
to set prospect pots

On choice grounds north
of the rest of the fleet.

Keith: Just gives me something
to start on.

That's all I'm after right now.

Just give me some sign
to work on.

We're not in Kansas anymore.

Keith: We need to put at least
half the crew on the bait,

'cause I'm gonna start slamming
them at you here shortly.

Narrator:
Greenhorn Paul Edgrin

Has spent just 72 hours
on the Bering sea.

And every bitter second on deck
has been a test.

Kind of little bit
of shock therapy

To open a season for a greenhorn
with this.

I would really like to see
one of these guys

Make it through a season
and come back.

I'd really like to just,
you know,

Find the right guy
who fits in with the team.

I want a bunch of single fish
on these chokers.

Okay.

We're just about ready
to start fishing here.

First crab pot of the season.
How do you feel about it?

Feeling pretty good.

Narrator:
Now Captain Keith gets to see

If his Northern strategy
will pay off.

Keith:
If we get to that pot,

It's like 300, 300, 150, 300,

Then that's telling me that,
you know, you can fish here,

But you got to keep
moving your gear.

Narrator:
And if things go well...

Hopefully it's got
a bunch of crab in it.

...Keith's former
mountain guide, Paul Edgrin,

Gets to see
his first opie crab.

Come on, baby.

Got it.

All right.
It's got something in it.

Not too bad.

That's got to be 350.

Those are huge crab, too.

[ laughs ]

Narrator:
It's a promising start,

But Captain Keith won't be
setting back just yet.

Keith: Give me two or three pots
like that,

And we'll be setting the gear.

Nothing like a good ice storm
to kick off the old trip.

Yeah.

Narrator: 30-knot winds
and freezing spray

Are unrelenting.

Aw [bleep]

That's not very impressive.

Narrator: But the crab numbers
are up and down.

Where is it?

Well, you just got to keep
moving so you don't get cold.

He's getting a pretty good
introduction right now,

And why wouldn't you want
to have a miserable, icy trip

On the first trip out?

Narrator: Prospect pots remain
consistently inconsistent.

Still, the average crab count
is in the 200s.

This is a frozen nightmare.

All right, guys,

Hey, these are starting
to lay cross-tied,

So be careful, all right?

Man: Whoa,
get out of the block!

[bleep] the [bleep] got him.

He's good to go.

Narrator: Veteran deckhand
art Peterson's quick reaction

Kept him out of the bite
and out of the drink.

It was real, real tight,
when it came out of the block.

I suppose the danger would be
that it'd pull you overboard.

Keith: As soon as that bag
goes over the side,

It's going right under the boat.

If you go with it,
you're getting keelhauled.

Narrator: The deckhands
get back to sorting

While Captain Keith
plans his next move.

Keith: I've got enough information
in this area right now

To probably set
a pretty good set.

But I don't want
a pretty good set.

I want a great set.

You know, I think we're gonna
probably start

Scooping this stuff up
and just start leapfrogging it

Up the hill to the West

And just try and stay ahead
of the fleet.

I think that's
all I can think of right now

Till we see some better,
more consistent information.

Narrator: 216 miles to the north
of dutch harbor...

Ooh, baby.

All righty, then.
I am awake now.

...The time bandit steams

Through their coveted
opie grounds.

Andy: We're off of the reef
on st. George right now.

We call it the washing machine
'cause we have northeast winds

Or northerly winds and the waves
coming up from the South.

They call this place
the washing machine

Because it's constantly wet.

Ooh, baby.

We're tumbling. Everything's
flying every which direction.

Narrator:


Andy:
Yeah, we're starting to ice up.

We got to get this [bleep]
off here, so...

Narrator:
...Captain Andy Hillstrand

Jettisoned his top layer of pots
without bait...

Okay, let her go.

Narrator:
...Just to stabilize his boat.

We got about 4 1/2 hours
of traveling in the trough,

Taking freezing spray
in your face.

Narrator:
Now Andy's reached his grounds.

But the crew still has
to contend with ice...

...And violent, confused seas

To set the rest of their gear.

It's gonna be a real long night.

Scott:
Looks like a front-loader --

You know, in a washing machine
where you look through the glass

And you see all the clothes
tossing, tumbling,

Everything soaking wet?

Well, that's where we're at
right now.

Narrator: While the deckhands
contend with miserable conditions,


Jeremy Shelton is laid out flat.

Andy:
We got a greenhorn down.

Jeremy's puking his guts out.

I just got to keep watering him,
or else he'll dehydrate.

Rocky --
you got to fight, rocky.

You got to fight.

We don't want to [bleep]
see you go.

You do this, dude.

Just got to go stand out there
and be a man, do this.

Come on.

Just [bleep] say [bleep]
you, [bleep] seasickness.

[bleep] you.
Fight it.

Narrator: If the greenhorn
can't do the job,

Captain Andy will find
someone who can.

Already in my mind,
I'm thinking about alternatives,

'cause if they don't make it,

Then you got to send them home
and get somebody else.

Hope it doesn't come to that.
It's expensive.

Narrator: Out on deck,

The crew baits pots
for the first time...

Going over.

...And it's game on.

Coming out.
Wire it out.

Okay, let her go.

Oh, I totally feel bad that
those guys are out on deck.

That means they have to work
a little bit harder.

They have to pick up my slack.

Looks like I'm gonna be agitated
right now.

Can't just give up.
It's too easy to give up.

Going over.

Narrator:
Three pots into the string,

The greenhorn makes his second
appearance of the season.

How you feeling?

We're hanging in there.

Just keep eating food, barf it
up, eat some more, barf it up.

Puke and rally.

Puke and rally, puke and rally.

Andy:
Jeremy made it out on deck.

Good man, Jeremy. Come on.

I'm rooting for him.

Okay, let her go.

Going over.

Jeremy's looking a little pale.

I told him
this is the kind of job

That separates the men
from the boys.

[ laughs ]

Narrator: Once again,
Jeremy doesn't have

The stomach or the sea legs
to make it past the doorway.

Jeremy's getting a taste
of crab fishing.

Holy [bleep] big rogue wave.

Big, big, big, big.

Huge, dude.

Wow.

Oh, yeah.

Oh, that was evil.

[ retches ]

Greenhorn down.

Hopefully our greenhorn
makes it today. We'll see.

He's kind of been struggling
here lately,

So hopefully the greenhorn
will make it.

Otherwise he's gonna go
bye-bye, fly home.

Narrator: The greenhorn's
first set on the Bering sea

May be his last.

Skirting the edge of the storm


Is the Northwestern.

Sig: Took us a long time to get
the gear in the water,

And it's just nice to know
that you finally got going.

Narrator:
Captain Sig Hansen

Approaches his gear
on a 24-hour soak.

Sig: Around the first pot
of the gear,

Just start pulling
and see what happens.

Narrator: Usually,
it's younger brother Edgar

Who's first on deck.

But lately, his injured body is
taking more time to limber up.

I don't like being the weak link
in the chain.

I don't want these guys
to have to overwork themselves

Just to cover for me.

It's starting to get to me.

Here's our first pot,
so we'll see what happens here.

Let's do it!

Oh, it's gonna hurt.

[ laughter ]

Okay.

I'm hoping to see, you know,
at least a couple 300.

If we could see that,
then we could make that work.

That's up to the tunnels.

That's about 400,
if they're clean.

Narrator: There's decent numbers
in the pot.

Aah.

But more than half the crab
are throwaways.

Out.

Quite a few bairdi.
They take longer to sort.

They have to be really careful

They're not getting any
down in the tank.

You risk a big fine.



Well, I'll never get through
them as quickly as I like.

Narrator: And it's not just the heavy
crab sort slowing things down.

Edgar's bad back has him
working at half speed.

Yeah, it hurts a lot right now.

We weren't going as fast
as the guys can go,

And maybe it's because
they're switching it around

For Edgar a little bit, too --
I don't know.

Narrator: Back in dutch,
Sig promised the crew

That he'd slow down the pace
to accommodate his brother.

Sig: I don't know if they're
taking advantage of it.

I mean, like, these guys should
be running over to the rail,

On the hook
before the crab are down.

Narrator: Now Sig's beginning
to regret his words.

Taking their time
on that table.

They're just in this place
where it's like,

Well, it's gonna go easy,

So things have changed
a little bit.

It's --
it's freaking habit-forming.

That's what's going on.

They're getting into a habit.

It's the first freaking day
of fishing.

They should be full
of motivation.

[ groan ]

This is bull.

I'm gonna ring their bell here
in a little bit.

[ laughs ]

What's gonna happen?

I'm jamming gear
down their throats.

God help anybody that's not on
the rail when they should be.

Narrator: But rushing things
on an icy, pitching deck...

Ugh.

Ed, ed!

...Can be a recipe
for disaster.

Narrator: 261 miles to
the northwest of dutch harbor,

On the Northwestern...

Moments earlier,
Jake Anderson was on bait duty,

Racing to keep up with
his skipper's frantic pace...

Ugh.

...When his six-inch
cod knife slipped...

Ed, ed, ed!

...Gashing open his wrist.

Let me see.

Now we got to take the knife
away from him.

Like a band-aid.

With Edgar's back
already slowing down the deck,

It's another delay
the skipper doesn't need.

You got, like,
some butterflies?

Ready?

Then just pull on it.

Yeah. There you go.

That hurts?

Yeah, it does.

What?

That doesn't hurt.

Think about all the pots
you're not pulling now.

How about that?

Does it hurt?
Yeah.

No more accidents.

Now you get to go to the bar
and go,

"yeah, man, I got this
battle scar from crabbing.

"you should have seen me, man.

I put the knife right through.
Here it is."

"there was five of them.
I was fighting them off."

Narrator:
It's a patch job at best,

But Sig is determined
to get back to work.

You got lucky.
That was close.

That could have been
a lot worse.

If it would have went across...

He'd be in real big trouble.

Sig: What bugs me is I got
a goal, and it's like,

Okay, I'm gonna haul
this many pots no matter what,

You know, and then
something pops up.

Right now any pace
is gonna be kind of weird.

That's how you do it
if you're a fisherman.

You just kind of deal
with what you got.

Narrator: Within 15 minutes
of his puncture wound,

Jake is back to the grind.

We'll just see if we can't
finish up this string

With the 4 1/2 guys I have.

He just has to learn
how to work with a little owie.

Narrator: 37 miles to the West
is the Cornelia Marie.

Okay. Oh, it's not doing
all that great, Josh.

There's no sense
in bitching about it.

Four hours earlier...

Phil: I've got three
crushed disks in my back.

Narrator: ...Captain Phil manned
the wheelhouse

For an epic, grueling pot dump.

Okay.

Now Josh takes wheel watch,

Relieving dad for the first time
in more than three days.

Right on.

He needs to be walking around.

[bleep] best breakfast ever.

Narrator: The crew enjoys
a thousand calories a plate --

Bacon, toast,
waffles, and eggs.

Not very much.

Why not?
I need to lose a few pounds.

[ laughs ]

No, I'm the one who needs
to lose a few pounds.

Yeah, no [bleep] man.

[ laughs ] exactly.

Fueled up,
the deckhands head out

To haul the gear that Phil
baited and scattered blindly.

Phil: I threw them out.

In the haste of getting
the gear off the boat,

We just threw them out.

I didn't care too much about
where we were throwing them.

He's a hard-core fisherman.

Man:
First pot of the season.

Let's see
what we got going here.

All the work we've been doing
in beating ice and everything,

I hope it pays off now.

We're due for some good crab.

[ indistinct shouting ]

What a waste, all that work.

Another blank one.

That's two in a row now.

They have to be upside down,

Or they got to be something's
[bleep] up with them.

I don't know.

Narrator: The buoyancy
of the ice-clad pots

May have flipped them,
preventing them from fishing.

If a pot's upside down,
the crab are walking in and out.

I don't know. I don't know.

I don't know [bleep]

Narrator: Whatever the cause,
Phil has landed in a dead zone.

Phil:
When I set these things off,

We had to get them
off the boat in a hurry,

And now we're paying for it.

[bleep]

It gets extremely hard,

Sitting in this chair
for a long amount of hours.

It always sucks
when you got to work

When you feel like [bleep]
you know?

Right now the old man
feels like [bleep]

Phil: I might try to get about


There's a place
they call the rock.

Narrator:
Phil decides to stack

And move to old stomping grounds
called the rock pile,

Essentially starting over.

I need a break.

So far, I haven't got one.

Narrator: 300 miles
to the northwest of dutch harbor

Is the 103-foot Kodiak.

Whoo-hoo.
Up and over.

After 13 straight hours
of hauling...

Wichrowski:
That one's a decent pot.

Narrator:
...Captain bill and his crew

Reach the last string
of their set.

All the time, all day long.





Crab are coming up
in solid numbers.

But skipper bill's new crew
can't find a groove.

There will be no yelling
if you're doing it right.

What?

Clinton --
I got a funny feeling

He'll voice his opinion
quite regularly.

Try to fit in the game.

I said I'll just wait until we
get out and see how good he is.

And here we are,
and he's not that [bleep] good.

I had 95 up there.



Narrator: Once again, the deckhands'
numbers aren't adding up.


Huh?



I mean, maybe these guys
just can't count.



You had 78?
Yeah.

It's on the edge
of being absurd.

You had 83?


Whoa, 169.

And I got to listen to [bleep]
he never shuts up.

It's like disease.
It spreads, man.

You know?

Stop the block.

Oops.

How many crab came out
of those totes?

Simple [bleep] concept.

186 to 178.

So you don't know
how to add it?

Is that what's been going on?

You can't add
the [bleep] numbers?

Captain's screaming
at these guys.

I'm loving it.

"come on, you [bleep] idiots,"
blah, blah, blah.

You still got to add them up, right?
Yeah.

How are you doing that?

So, if this was a normal pot,
what would you tell me?

Okay.

Turn the block on.

I'm stressed and angry and ready
to rip somebody's head off.

Little chewing
from the landlord there.

Hey, you guys
find this funny?

I don't.

And you might see it
in your [bleep] paycheck, too.

Narrator:
To get things in order,

Bill calls his deck boss
to the wheelhouse.

He's like a disease.
He's gonna destroy you guys.

He is not the kind of guy
I want to live with.

And we live together
on this boat.

Clinton?
Yeah. He's out of here.

I'm [bleep] he is gonna [bleep]
destroy this crew.

Seems like a decent guy,
a decent deckhand.

No [bleep] that.
He's a pig.

He's a [bleep] pig,
and he's not that good.

He is not that [bleep] good.

If I can get somebody
in st. Paul, he's [bleep] gone.

He's horrible.
I'm not gonna live with him.



...Captain Keith steers
the wizard

Through arctic seas.

You know, we've traveled hard
into some freezing spray.

We put about three inches
on here in about six hours.

So it builds phenomenally fast.

Narrator:
For the second time in 12 hours,

The crew bashes ice.

The bitter work

And Keith's endless search
for a mother lode...

I'm so tired right now.
I'm not gonna lie.

Narrator: ...Grinds down
the new greenhorn.

I definitely see
why this is a hard job,

Working 15 hours straight,

Just getting blasted by cold
water that freezes all over you.

Keith: I'll be honest.

I don't like bringing


As greenhorns at all, you know?

The success rate
for anybody over 30

Coming out here is not good.

Narrator: Having burned
through six greenhorns

In as many seasons...

Keith: You got to get the guys
out of the bait station,

Give them a chance to work
with the guys a little bit.

It definitely brings them up.

You know, they feel
like they're part of the team.

Narrator:
...Keith gives Paul a break

From pulverizing fish guts.

You know what? He's gonna have
to throw bags at some point.

Whether it's today
or a week from today,

It's still gonna be
his first day, so...

Lofland:
Keep your feet planted.

When you start kicking
your feet up,

That's when it'll bite you,
and you don't want to get bit.

That line comes tight,
takes a bite around your foot.

Next thing you know, they'll drag
you over the side of the boat.

Well, break them in early,
break them in hard.

That'll work.

I can tell by the way
he's shuffling his feet

You guys have given him
the pep talk.

Right now, he's basically
grabbing his bags,

Making sure the line's
away from his feet.

Then all of a sudden, he's
gonna shuffle his feet over,

Boom, bag one, boom, bag two.

That's a textbook
greenhorn toss.

Don't worry about it.
Don't worry about it.

Don't [bleep] with it.

Okay. All right.

Narrator:
Paul makes a rookie move

And tries to free
the snarled buoy line

While the half-ton pot
hurtles to the bottom.

The crab pot, the buoys --
who cares about any of that?

A man's life is more important
than a buoy.

Keith: Things happen so quick
at the rail there,

Throwing the shots
and the buoys.

One second, everything's going
nice and smooth.

The next second, boom, man,
guy's got his leg in the bite,

Or something's snarled up
around the rack.

I mean, it's just like that,
instantaneously.

Narrator:
The Coors light crab count.

Hopefully, Phil's decision

To move to the rock pile
will pay off.

Narrator: 215 miles to the north
of dutch harbor...

Okay, guys. Here we go.

Narrator: ...The time bandit
throws the hook

For their first haul
on turbulent opie grounds

Known as the washing machine.

That's the only way you find out
what you got

Is start pulling your gear.

Main thing is we're fishing,

And as soon as I find
a hint of opilio,

I'm dumping all my gear on here.

Coming up.

I don't see much crab in there.

Narrator: Not only
is the first pot light...

Man: Bunch of bairdi.
Bairdi?

Narrator: ...Like Captain Sig
on the Northwestern,

Andy has landed
on the wrong species.

Fourtner: Bairdi is a relative
of the opilio crab,

But that's not what we're
after -- we're after opies.

We're allowed to keep
zero bairdi.

Nada, zip, zilch.

Get a fine.

Uwekoolani: What's it mean
when we're catching bairdi?

It means we're
in the wrong [bleep] spot.

Narrator: Greenhorn Jeremy
is also in a bad place.

Oh, man, I'm still fighting
all this seasickness.

It's not fun.

I'm hoping to make it through,
see how it goes.

Doesn't look
that impressive to me.

Narrator: The crew dumps
tote after heavy tote

Down the trash chute.

And after
just three minutes on deck,

Jeremy is down
for the count, again.

Andy:
Jeremy still looks like crap.

Right now I give Jeremy 50/50.
It's all mental now.

Scott: It's really,
really serious, though.

Hopefully he snaps out of it.

I want to see you
come out of it, man.

That's why
when people get so sick,

They have to medevac them out.

So looking out for you, buddy.

That's all I'm doing.
I love you, man.

Man: Bairdi!

Narrator:
By the fifth pot,

Andy's fears about the area
are confirmed.

Andy: Usually the bairdi and
the opilio separate themselves,

So when you see bairdi,
you're not gonna see opies,

So you got to get out of there.

Narrator: As the crab are heaved
back into the sea...

[ retches ]

...The greenhorn heaves
into the sink.

You got to look
at how sick you are

"And just say [bleep] you,
I'm not sick,"

Just pull out of it.

You can do it, man.
We've all been there.

We've all been like that.
We've all suffered through it.

That's why none of us
get sick anymore

Is because
we don't think about it.

Scott replenishes Jeremy
with a mixture of electrolytes.

Bottoms up.

Just need to get enough in your
body to keep it going, man.

He's showing a soft spot
for his old high-school buddy.

It doesn't matter
if it stays down.

You just need
to keep forcing it in

Because you're not
gonna puke it all up.

But for the rest
of the crabbers...

You can be as tough
as you want in town,

But you get out here
on the water,

It separates the boys
from the girls, that's for sure.

Narrator:
...Weakness gets no sympathy.

He looked like a good worker
in town -- strong, young.

Said he didn't get seasick.
He's been on boats.

Come on.

Keep drinking.
Bottoms up.

I've seen you drink
nastier whiskey.

I guarantee you that's better

Than any whiskey
you ever drank.

You can do it, man.

Come on. Keep drinking.
Look.

We're giving him
every opportunity

To become a real deckhand.

So, they really need him
out there.

Keep chugging.
Come on.

Quit faking it...

Just because you miss
your mama.

Start looking around for
other guys in town to fly out

If Jeremy can't make it.

He'll be the first guy
not to be able

To pull through
on the time bandit,

So that'd be a pretty bad thing
to have on your head.

Johnathan: Just 'cause
you've been out on a boat

Doesn't mean you've been out
on the Bering sea, does it?

Till you've been out here,
you ain't been out here.