06x15 - Valhalla

[bunniefuu]

We're both at a loss
for why this happened.

We thought he was kind of through the woods,
and make a nice recovery.

Josh, do you know where...

do you want me to choose one close
to the house?

I don't know who you want
to tow the boat.

Jake, I don't know
how to tell you this Jake, but,

Um, we lost dad, dude.

♪

♪You know a place♪

♪Where the faces are so cold♪

♪I drove all night
just to get back home♪

♪I'm a cowboy,
on a steel horse I ride,♪

♪ I'm wanted, wanted ♪

♪Dead or alive.♪

narrator: Unaware of skipper Phil's final struggle,

the fleet has been battling
a 1,000 square mile arctic storm.

Despite insane 30 foot seas,

the men of the Northwestern
continue to hall pots.

Today's probably
the worst we've had.

It is blowing 50 now.

Coming down a little bit.

Getting knocked down.
Just a little bit.

We've got today to get the boat full.

We need to, go in.

Narrator: But before sig sets a course
to safe harbor...

He wants to cram another


Hopefully, we'll have enough crab
to get what we need.

And more importantly, make sure
that we can get in for that delivery date.

That's 50.

What's in there?
Any crab?

The first couple pots were great.
Now it's tapering off.

Nothing that I can do about
it right now.

I shouldn't even think about it.

Not great numbers,
but big seas right now.

Narrator: Seas rage to 45 feet.

Real big surf coming.

Narrator: 60 mile an hour winds

scream across the deck.

That is a big sea my friend.

Not an awesome day.

I suppose there comes a time
when you got to slow it down a notch.

You got to ask yourself,
is that worth it?

You know, with Phil in the hospital

it does make you stop and think,
you never know

what can happen.

We don't want to come in short,

but we don't want to come in dead either.

Take a break for a second.
I need to talk to you inside.

Give them a little break.

This is ridiculous, we're done.

Shut her down.

It is too much.

Button up and we'll go in just like that?

Just like that.

We're this close.

We probably have what we need,

and for something to happen right now

that would be

disastrous for a few thousand pounds.

Narrator: 80 miles from the heart of the storm,

in Saint Paul harbor...

[ Phone call ]

I don't know, but I wanted you

to be one of the first people to know.

Stan!

Yeah?

Steven.

I got bad news, brother.

What?

Phil passed away.

No way.

Some big waves out there
threatening to hurt us.

Frozen hand.

Woo.



I would say it is blowing
a good 50 knots.

Narrator: Arctic frenzy has forced
skippers across the fleet to shut it down.

There is a confused sea
going on right now.

There is enough wind to
blow you off course.

So you really got to stay in control.

♪

narrator: It's been three hours

since Captain Phil Harris
passed.

When I look out the window,
it's flat calm.

The weather is really unpredictable.

Always has been.

I just feel weird right now.

I don't feel comfortable,
I tell you that.

Narrator: 40 miles north
of the rest of the fleet...

...that way!

Narrator: A lone boat
makes its way through unfamiliar waters.

Got another one crossing over.

Hey.

Oh...

This looks like a nice
pod we're dealing with.

It is pretty bizarre stuff.

Narrator: After a bad run of junk crab,

Kodiak's capitan, Bill Wilkrowsky,

he has been pointing his gear
in search of better numbers.

I've we get them out of here
before we get covered up we win,

if not, we lose.

The only decision I made
recently that worked out is

Clint is not here.

Narrator: During the last offload,
Bill cleaned house.

So, I'm fired.
I'm letting you go.

You are not doing
what I asked you to do.

Right now.
Right now.

Narrator: And sent deckhand
Clint Bush packing.

Now the skipper
has two new crewmen aboard.

Derrick has fished crab on
another boat this season.

Narrator: And Bill's new line up
is immediately tested

with a bone-numing
minus 40 degree temperature.

It keeps freezing up.

Ice fog is 15, 20, 30 feet.

Fog wave tat goes across the boat.

If you look over the boat,
every inch of the boat looks like

somebody spray painted it with ice material,

like they were flocking a Christmas tree.

Oh [ Bleep ].




The bottom line,

fishing sucks right now.

Narrator: Making matters worse,


Can't hardly see the
pot getting landing.

Narrator: Nearly immobilizing brand of cold

is making it nearly impossible to hall gear.

I've been within 40 yards of a pot
and can't see it.

And then the fog stops for a
second and it is right there.

I'm driving with the electronics basically.

It is pret scary stuff actually.




I just can't see fishing
on this kind of fishing.

It is not adding up.

Narrator: Now Captain Bill
will take the rest of his pots

and continue to leap frog them north.

We are going to go over
and look at the ice.

If there is anyway to put this gear in,
where the better fishing is,

I'm going to do it.

Narrator: 360 miles northwest of Dutch harbor
is the 130 foot Kodiak.

After a short 20 mile run.

Skipper Bill continues to shuffle
his gear north of the fleet.

Be careful let them go.

Narrator: Playing chicken
with the ice pack.

Whatever I'm doing isn't working,
so I have to make some changes.

We could lose some pots and
I really can't afford that.

It is all right difficult,

and sub zero temperatures makes it
even worse.

Got to go.

Narrator: The crew has been hauling and setting
for 20 straight hours.

Its cold, real cold.

Everything is frozen,
the pots are frozen.

The buoys are frozen.

Narrator: And now...

Yeah, the steering is [ Bleep ] up.

It is so cold, that hydraulic lines
are begining to freeze.

Go check the level on the tank,
'cause hydraulics are making some noise.

Because the steering is
acting [ Bleep ] weird.

The rutter is [ Bleep ] up.

There is no good place for a hydraulic leak
when it is zero degrees out.

Rolling around in 35 northeast.

Narrator: Vital crab fishing equipment is controlled

by a complex system of
highly presurised hydraulic lines.

The crane, the block,
the steering and the launcher

tie in together on the Kodiak,
if one line freezes,

the whole system shuts down.

Unaware that the crue mates
are preparing the next pot,

Adam cuts power to the peeking of controls.

We are not running
any hydraulics at all.

Don't start any hydraulics.

Narrator: But it is too late.

Get a line on it, grab it.

We got to get a [ Bleep ] line on this.

Down, down, down.

[ Bleep ] Inches away
from a 100% disaster.

The pot was swinging all
over the place 30 feet out.

That is not good what just happened,
very not good.

I wasn't worried about
somebody getting banged up.

I was worried about the coil
or the block getting nailed.

It knocked off a bigger chunk of paint.

Lucky it didn't hit anybody.

We've got a leak somewhere.

Probably in the crane base.

Yeah, it's like that.

Well we've hopefully found the
hose that is the problem hose.

In 10 or 15 minutes it
should be functional.

Let him know it has to
be pipe to pipe. Yeah.

Hose hoses get frozen
and they get frozen in a lump

and then when you rotate the crane,

it is one big group and turns
and it will loosen the fitting

inside the crane.

Whatever we got through this
without too much problem.

I still can't get over
that pot swinging.

Narrator: 70 miles to the south of the Kodiak,

the Time Bandit flies toward
their first string of the day.

We have been grinded away in the island,
we pulled gear for 120 miles.

Now we are back up in our north gear.

Narrator: With a delivery only
two days away,

Captain Andy still has
two of the three tanks to fill.

I don't want to know how much
pressure we're under right now.

We'll work for our money here.

We'll see what she has.
We'll see.

Narrator: Four days ago...

Scotty and Mike switch positions.

Narrator: Andy conducted a
failed experiment

placing his nephew at the rail.

We have to head into Saint Paul.

Narrator: But with the deadline closing in fast.

We have to be on our a game.

Narrator: The Captain has returned
to his original line up.

We are a bunch of good guys,
we deserve some good luck.

Come on.
Come on.

Pretty good!
Oh, yeah.

Half full.
Yeah!

That's a good one.

That's what we've been looking for
the whole season

and we just found it.

Oh, yeah, 350 or 400 in there.

Yeah.

Yeah, yeah, baby!

Yeah, baby!

Oh, yeah.

That's what I like to see!

About time we get on some [ bleep ]
fishing like that.

Oh, yeah.

Yeah!



Set it back.

We're picking and dumping.

Narrator: Setting back pots
means less work for every one.

The best words any crab fisherman
can ever hear.

Send her back.

Narrator: Everyone
except the bait boy.

We've been coming up
with good numbers on these pots

so I put two on each bait.

By the size of this, you
have a lot of COD here.

Jeremy's arms are going to get sore.

He's putting in 80 pounds of COD
in each pot.

Narrator: 80 pounds of frozen COD
multiplied by 80 pods per set,

means that, well...

the greenhorn will've lugged
nearly four tons of bait

before the season is through.

The shoulder is getting little...,
little untied now.

A lot of people think doing
the bait is the easy job,

but that ain't true.

It's all hard.

Narrator: Scotty steps in
and gives his buddy a hand.

I think Jeremy's going to
get a bait lesson.

Narrator: To make life more interesting
for the greenhorn...

This is a great place to teach him
how to throw the buoys.

Narrator: Andy adds another task.

Shuffle your feet across the deck
like that.

And then just throw that.

His little arms are so sore from
hanging bait that he's throwing like this.

You got to watch him.

Narrator: The buoys have to clear the rail
by several feet.

Get the [ bleep ] out there.

Narrator: Otherwise
the line could get caught in the props

shutting down the entire operation.

All right guys.

Keeping an eye on him.

Hey!
Buoys! Buoys! Buoys!

Jeremy did some damage around here.

I didn't look to see if they cleared
and they didn't,

so they hung up on the block there.

Narrator: The greenhorn
throws the second buoy too soon.

Leaving the slack
to get snagged on the rail.

Don't throw it like your throwing
your purse.

[ Laught ]

Thanks Jeremy.

This sucks.

This and everybody missing
their girlfriend you know.

Family.

I no need to hear that.

I'm home sick,

you do the job,

or you're not a man,
period, end of story.

Narrator: 340 miles
to the northwest of Dutch harbor,

is the 155 foot Wizard.

Oh, yeah.

How many we got?

Aha.

That is the best fishing
we've seen all season, right here.

Narrator: For 16 days, skipper Keith strategy
of fishing next to the ice,

has paid off.

Aha!
Nice!

Unfortunately, right here,
is about 12 miles north

of the estimated ice line right now.

There is a reason
why the pots are full.

Nobody has fished here.

Narrator: But with arctic ice pack
barrelling toward Keith's gear...

The question is are we going to
fill the boat before it gets here?

I need to find a way to get this crew
to show me some kind of sense of urgency.

Narrator: For the superstitious skipper...

Holy [ Bleep ].

Narrator: The celebration,
is a bit premature.

All right!

All right with these guys, I'm going to say
something to the crew, real quick.

It's going good,
but not good enough.

Hey, listen up real quick, hey hey!

Come here.

I know we're on great fishing,

but the bottom line is the
ice is right here somewhere.

I need a little bit of urgency at you guys,

Don't celebrate filling the [ bleep ] boat
until you fill this side first.

Don't let this stack get of [ bleep] up
and twisted on me here okay?

The bottom line is I might be one pot,
one set or one pick away from getting [ Bleep ]

Blown out of here by the ice,

and I want to fill this [ Bleep ] boat.

Narrator: But the ice

is only one of this problems.

The guy is really pissing me off right now.

I don't know what he took gouders or what..,

but doing this [ bleep ] blind swagger,

serpentine cores something down the deck,

So, watch, here it is, watch,

pick up a pot, okay now I'm going to let
the [ Bleep ] pot swing me around.

I still don't have enough mustard in my [ Bleep ]
to tie the pot.

Tie the pot down slow,

kind of take your time, wander down the deck.

All right a long day.

I got [ Bleep ] stack
on the forward deck.

It is all crooked.

At soon as you set it in there,

you are screwed on how you
can stack the gear on here.

I got 200 plus pots there,

if I have to, I can get them all out like that.

But I can't [ Bleep ] do it
if he's doing the stack like that.

Hey, Lyn, I need you to come up
here to the wheelhouse window.

I'm glad he took on a jog, I would have blown
a [ Bleep ] fuse if he wouldn't have.

I have been going up here crazy
watching you work.

That middle section of that stack
is dog [ Bleep ].

This is the most important pot
I will ever stack say that.

This is the most important
pot I will ever stack.

Again.

And don't [ Bleep ] Smile on me.

This is the most important
pot I will ever stack.

Every pot that we stack right now
has to be the most important.

The ice is right here.

We may be pulling out of her quick.

I need a little bit of urgency out of you,
okay, all right?

Got it?
Yeah.

Good.

He's got to [ Bleep] step his game up.

Stop smiling!

At some point
you are going to [ Bleep ] up

and you are going to [ Bleep ] off
the captain

and he's not going to be real pleasant.

That's just part of the growing pains
of beeing a craber.

This is the worse support boat I ever sack.

I don't want a [ Bleep ] bait boy,
I want a fisherman on my deck

and it is time for him to become a fisherman.

Narrator: The Coors Light crab count...

Narrator: After battleling the storm of the season,

the skippers raced to hunt down the
last of the $65 million dolar opilio quota.

Sig: See how that ice
is collected there?

You can see that it is
just starting to get rigid, man.

So I think we got really lucky.

Narrator: The Northwestern
shoves through an icy Saint Paul harbour

for the second delivery of the season.

Hey, Cornelia Marie.

I see the Cornelia is in town,

I should probably go over
and introduce myself to the Captain.

Yeah.

Turned off,
we're good, thank you.

That's at close as I can get it.



Narrator: With ten hours
before their delivery...

This ain't a friggin disco tech.

Narrator: The men pass the time
in the gallie.

Fisherman wins the hats foreman.

You just try to say
that I'm not a fisherman?

If you can take may brother arm...

If you can take him in arm wrestling,
you can wear the hat anyway you want.

If you lose, you have to where
it straight like a fisherman.

Do you accept the challenge or not?

I don't have to prove
myself to anybody.

Yes, you do.

Here you go, the table is set,
have dinner.

Are you ready?

Go.

You are trying right?

You know what, Jake,
I'll give you two arms, how about that?

[ Bleep ].

You are turning red in the face
aren't you?

He's going to blow up right now.

He's a gamer throw.

He's still trying.

[ Bleep ].

[ Bleep ] all of you.

[ Bleep ] I'm out of here.

[Laughts]

Narrator: Still unaware
of Captain Phil's passing,

Sig heads over to the other dock
to meet the Cornelia Marie's new skipper.

Hi Sig.
Gareth, right?

Yeah.
Nice to meet you.

You have some coffee?
You bet you.

Derrick Ray arrived 11 days ago,

to help Phil catch the rest of his quota.

Is this a non-smoking boat now?
No.

My ex need the wheelhouse
when I was in there.

I can only take no so much space.

Wow.

Wow.

We all talked to him
on the phone yesterday.

He was doing great.

We talked to his kids yesterday.

Everything was looking fantastic.

Whow, my God !

Well,
I better give you some space here.

Thank you for coming by.

♪

Holy [ Bleep ].

He was giving me a pep talk.

I'm gonna miss Phil,
I mean, you know...,

But the fact is it is not...
Nothing we can do right now.

narrator: 300 miles to the northwest of Dutch harbor,

is the 118 foot Time Bandit.

Crab going in the tank.

Yeah.

Got it.

[Phone call]

Hello, Time Bandit.

What?

[ Bleep ].

Call...,
just call us if you want.

Okay brother.

Phil ain't here no more, man.

♪

[ Bleep ]

[ Bleep ] Phil Harris died.

♪

Phil's gone, man.

♪

Sig: We still got to go out
and do our thing.

But, there's a time for grieving too.

♪

Start slacking off.

♪

The Cornelia just looks like
it is dead in the water.

It is eerie.

♪

My American flag looks like
it has been through a fire fight.

But we'll retire it there.

It has done us well.

That is pretty much the story
this year.

♪

♪ a million tears, a million could's ♪

♪ won't fit in, nowhere to go ♪

♪ you point your finger
to the moon ♪

♪ it looks like rain coming soon ♪

♪ I figured all my worse fears♪

♪believing true, like you ♪

You see the sea gulls on the bow?

Sailors would say

if you see the sea gulls,

those are images,
remnants of the sailors

that have gone.

For all I know, that could be
old Phil on the bow right now.

I'm going to toll the bell eight times,

and then I'm going to set that pot
over the side.

So Phil will always have
one full one to come back to.

♪ Like everyone, and everything ♪

♪ will never been ♪

♪ your blood, your fire, your♪

♪kiss good night ♪

♪ your words I feel this love♪

♪ could cross the sand don't want♪

♪ to feel that way ♪

♪ don't want to feel, that way ♪

♪ don't make me feel that way ♪

All right,
let's do this!

Yeah Phil!

Yeah Phil!

♪

We love you brother!

♪

[ bell tolling ]