16x18 - Like Father Like Daughter

[bunniefuu]

♪♪

Jake: In this business, the best
fisherman is very deceptive.

[ laughs ]

[ cheering ]

- sig, you got me?
- Do I tell jake?

Do I not tell jake? [ laughs ]
- he's very secretive.

You can't read him.
- Could I manipulate him

if I wanted to and use him
for information?

Yeah.

Jake: He never lets you
in his head.

You think you know him,
but you really don't.

Sig: Have a little faith, trust
me, and that will be fine.

- He tricks you like a magician.
- Trust me, please.

This is ridiculous, man.

Jake: I have to fight with
everything I've got.

I can't be taken advantage
of anymore.

I'm done with that.

[ laughs ]

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narrator:
425 miles from dutch harbor...

[ cheering ]

now that is volume.

...On the northwestern...

Great bait, right timing.

Sig: We're on a meat pile
right here.

I got about
a two mile strip of crab

that's just 400, 500, 600...

- 550!
- Man, oh, man, oh, man.

[ cheering ]

narrator: ...Captain sig hansen
and his daughter mandy

plunder a strip of opilio crab
running north to south.

Sig: So we have
15 miles north of us.

It's a sliver
so far what we've seen.

How far east and west
does it go? I don't know.

So we need a little safety net,
I think, huh?

Yeah.

Sig:
We've got around a half million
pounds to catch.

So I'm more worried about,
you know, tomorrow and next week

and the week after that.

I could just visualize
all the crab disappearing.

And then, where do I go next?

I want to really make sure
my bases are covered.

Narrator:
Eager to solidify his next move,

the skipper pulls out
all the stops,

anything to find out how wide
their column of crab stretches.

Sig: Jake is in the area.

Do we send him out east
looking for more?

I'm just thinking out loud.

Mandy: No, you know what,
that's not a bad idea.

[ laughs ]

he's a perfect tool
to use for information.

Narrator: Not wanting to leave
his crab cornucopia...

Jake is up here.

Sig eyes a patsy, someone else
to do his dirty work.

- Don't you agree? - Yeah.

Narrator: ...While schooling
his apprentice, mandy,

in the art of manipulation.

If he wants to prospect
farther to the east,

I could get a lot of
valuable information myself.

That's the idea.

Narrator: Only 65 miles
away on the saga...

Wrong kind of
crab. This is terrible.

What is this crab?

I've filled all three
tanks of this boat,

I went from being
in front of the g*n,

now I'm behind the g*n again.

Narrator: Fresh off a record
delivery worth $475,000,

captain jake anderson
loses favor with the crab gods

and the crab themselves.
- That scares me, dude.

We've got these 70 pots,

and I really don't know
what to do with them.

- Is that you, jake?
- Sig, you got me?

- Yeah, yeah, you got me?
- Yeah, roger.

I'm on the 55 and 48.

Heavy shore, it's a long grind.

Sig: This area is kind of
like it goes hot and cold, right.

You know that. - Yeah.

Narrator: Smelling
blood in the water...

No don't. But you can't...

Don't go where I just
came from. That's dead.

Narrator: ...Sig
steers jake to where...

Well, to where he needs him.

Man: Oh, yeah.

Sig: You know,
we set north and south

and we were seeing big numbers,
but now it's just gone.

I mean,
it's like it's just been mowed over.

You know what I'm saying?

You know, I'm on the hunt still.

[ cheering ]

wow. Oh, man.

Sig: What if you
kind of started in there

and then just stayed in
the 70 to 60 fathom range,

just work in there.

Narrator: Sig sets the
hook telling jake the crab

are moving west to east,
using the young skipper to see

just how wide his
hot spot really is,

while sig will continue
to harvest the biomass

north/south on the sly.

I mean,
last time we worked together,

I don't know, it didn't work that great,
but whatever.

Find your own [bleep]
information. Get off the boat!

And I mean it. Get
the [bleep] off my boat.

Narrator: ...Giving
jake pause...

A fraught history of
blowouts and betrayals...

- I'm in dire need of help.
- I found myself a puppet.

Narrator: ...With the
man he called mentor.

That's the deal. Otherwise,
you're dead.

I don't even want to hear it.

I don't even want
to be around him.

Yeah, you do your thing,
I'll do mine, okay.

This is different,

and you've changed quite a bit,
and it will be fine.

Jake: Let me digest all this
because that's a lot to think about.

Don't go crazy on me.

Have a little faith, trust me,
and then we'll be fine.

I'm out. - I'm out.

♪♪

I really don't know what to do.

It's very difficult
to make a decision.

Nothing's set in stone
yet. There's still 70 pots

then I'll give sig a
call when I'm done.

I have some decisions to make.

♪♪

Narrator: 165 miles
far north on the wizard...

♪♪

How are you feeling?

It's not good, and in fact,

I'll just show you what it looks like,
man.

Give me an idea
whether or not...

- Can you see it?
- Yup, I can see it.

Damn,
get your finger out of there.

Narrator: 12 days after the
advent of his umbilical hernia,

keith coburn's condition
worsens with more intestine

seeping out of
his abdominal wall.

This big one here,
that's literally

in the last 24, 30 hours,
- your belly is code red.

The trick is,
is that if you need to stay in your rack,

I can haul the gear,
and we can go shorthanded.

I can't jeopardize
getting this crab caught

as quickly as possible,

and see if we can
get through this trip.

- Okay, take it easy.
- I'm going to take it easy.

I got to go.

Need to hit a jag of crab here

before we get into
town to fill those tank.

I don't have much of a choice.
We've got to finish strong.

Narrator: The only fix for
the hurting skipper... surgery.

And the longer he waits,

the greater the damage
and the sharper the pain.

There's crab up here
on the russian border,

and we're gonna find it.

But to avoid leaving
money on the table,

keith needs one more
score on the russian line.

Keith: Coming up.

♪♪

Right now, I mean,
quite frankly,

in order to hit my number,

I think I need about
a 300 average.

Oh, man,
please be big crab. Please be big crab,

please be big crab.

♪♪

Okay, guys,
let's go ahead and get a count.

Count that one for me, will ya?

♪♪

That looks like a pretty
decent table full of crab,

but we'll see how many
of them are actual keepers.

I need to start seeing
some bigger numbers.

180, 200,
235 is not going to cut it.

Man: A lot of smalls.
A lot of females.

So we're running about
60% keepers maybe.

Are they a mixed bag?

But it's costing us time

and time is something I don't
have an abundance of right now.

Narrator: Long on
sort and short on crab...

...The skipper must decide
whether to pack and move

or dig in and turn the screws.

Uh, oj,
why don't you tie that down.

I want you to come
up in the wheelhouse,

I'm gonna come down on deck
and see what the quality's like.

I need to know what's
going on in the crab tanks.

All right,
oj. Don't worry about your rain gear.

I shall return.

♪♪

♪♪

Yeah,
I think counting these guys,

I'm just kinda doing
a qc deal here.

I'm just checking.

This is going in the
tank without question.

They're monsters, though, man.

Narrator: With 50,000
pounds still to catch,

keith spies promise
while monte fears pitfalls,

delaying his injured
brother's return to port.

Keith: A lot of these are big,
guys.

Looking from the wheelhouse,
I would set on that.

A third of that spearing
was probably 200.

So you want me to go
blind set somewhere?

- No, I don't.
- Are you going to look at me

when I'm talking to you?

What's your [bleep]
attitude today?

You want to go [bleep]
set 200 blanks for you?

- They were small.
- And now you're [bleep] yapping.

♪♪

Narrator: Coming up...

Whoa, whoa, whoa, hey,
james fell, james fell.

- I am a little apprehensive,
- well, before you hang yourself,

just take a deep breath
and have a little faith.

Keith: Got these big patties
of ice in here. Oh, wow.

Monte: I wouldn't
set on that. No way.

Narrator: On the wizard...

A third of that spearing
was probably 200.

Keith: So you want me to
go blind set somewhere?

- No, I don't.
- Are you gonna look at me

when I'm talking to you?

What's your [bleep]
attitude today?

You wanna go [bleep]
set 200 blanks for you?

- They were small.
- And now you're [bleep] yapping.

I'll set all the blanks you
want if you want me to, monte.

We need crab in the tanks,
not blank pots.

♪♪

Narrator: Over his
brother's protests...

The west end looked
a little bit better.

We're just going to bump this
gear west and take a chance.

Narrator: ...Captain keith orders
a set back in the same area,

skewing the gear
towards deeper waters...

And this might be
the difference between

hitting our number and not.

Narrator: ...Hoping to land
the 250,000 pounds he needs

before his protruding intestines

trigger a domino effect
of digestive failure.

Monte: That's going to
be a big challenge for us,

but we know who
the boss is out here.

Big major concern is
my brother's major hernia

in his belly button.

Triple hernia,
basically. It's pretty ugly.

Keith: Let her go.

Here we go!

We're just going to
hope that it pays off.

♪♪

Narrator: 160 miles
southeast on the saga...

Wherever I set these pots,

I'm going to be pretty
much stuck there.

I still have another
350,000 pounds to get.

Honestly,
if we can get this gear off

and we're successful with it,

it'd be a big step for us

narrator: After coming up short,

captain jake nears
coordinates that were laid

by his former mentor,
sig hansen.

Jake: What I'm worried about
now is history repeating itself.

Sig is a very aggressive fisherman,
very aggressive.

It's really hard because
I'm getting really anxious

to get these pots off,
to get fish in, get crab in the tank.

My gear's here,
crab's supposedly here.

♪♪

Jake: Sig, you got me?

Sig: Is that you, jake?

Yeah. Yeah,
I think I'm going to go up two miles

and just start turning
and setting to the east,

like you said.
- Okay, that's good.

Narrator: Caught between
sig and a hard place,

jake goes with
the devil he knows.

[ cheering ]

that's good.

That's a half-full
pot right there.

Do I tell jake?

Do I not tell jake?
What do we do?

That's what I like. [ laughs ]

sounds great. I'm going
to start turning and running.

Thanks, dude.

Oh, my god, sig hansen

is fishing with jake anderson,
literally.

Hopefully we get
something out of it.

♪♪

Narrator: 75 miles
southwest on the lady alaska...

♪♪

Scott: Turtle head,
here we come.

That's going to be the magic.

Whoo!

We're riced up, weather's up,
hopefully the fishing's up.

I'm gonna get these
babies back in the water

and get them soaking.

Narrator: Laden
with a full load of pots,

captain scott campbell,
jr. Falls through churning

20-foot seas to
the turtle head...

Scott: It gives us hope.

Narrator: ...A hot spot that
shelled out 30,000 pounds of opilio

just three days ago.

And I'm just under tremendous,
tremendous pressure right now.

We need about 25,000 pounds

every single day to
get this knocked out.

Narrator: With two-thirds of his
season already in the rearview mirror

and only half his quota caught,

junior desperately needs
his all or nothing gamble

to pull him out of his nosedive.

If I can't [bleep]
make any money,

I'll be back in retirement quick

because we ain't going to be
able to make a boat payment.

Narrator: Or risk
losing the lady alaska

and over $3 million
worth of equity.

Scott: So we're going to find
out if I made a huge mistake

or whether getting
everything consolidated

is going to pay off.

All right, let her go.

♪♪

This one's gonna take a
while to set off because [bleep]

into it, so we're not going to
make any land speed records

trying to get some
spacing on this gear.

We don't have that much wind,
but we got big seas.

♪♪

Wade: A lot of current here,
you know, when it starts

running up against wind,

things get squirelly like a
washing machine almost.

Back and forth.

Narrator: Threatening junior's
crew... slick icing conditions...

...And a bucking sea.

Kind of risky,
so... And it's cold.

Hunky: If we didn't
have ice on these pots,

we'd be doing just fine.

Let it go.

♪♪

♪♪

Whoa, whoa, whoa, hey,
james fell, james fell.

♪♪

[ alarm rings ]
james fell! James!

James, are you all right?

♪♪

Narrator: On the lady alaska...

Man: Whoo! Let's get going!

♪♪

Whoa, whoa, whoa, hey,
james fell, james fell.

♪♪

[ alarm rings ]
james fell! James!

James, are you all right.

[bleep] you scared the
living hell out of us, man.

Damn it, james.

Trying to give me a
heart attack or what?

- I'm good. - Alright.

Scared the [bleep] out of me.
I thought he fell in the water.

Narrator: As a 20-foot
wave jostles the vessel,

deckhand james
gallagher loses his footing...

...Plummeting 15 feet
to the forward deck,

narrowly escaping the
bering sea's icy embrace.

Stood up and we hit a big
roll and just lost my balance,

tripped on a bar,
and fell backwards off the pot.

When you stand straight up
and the boat's going like this,

there's no way to
have any balance.

You have to stay low,
keep your legs wide.

He could have died,
all because he made a rookie mistake.

That's how serious
it is out here.

But I got to get back to work. All right,
let her go.

The half a million
dollars worth of debt...

That's still there,
that's still real.

I want to see some crabs.

♪♪

Narrator: 195 miles
northwest on the wizard...

I gotta get this gear hauled
and get the hell out of here.

♪♪

We're trying to hit our number
but we're running low on time.

Monte: The pots weren't fishing very well,
you know.

I belong on the other
side of the glass.

Narrator: After overruling his
brother monte's plea to move...

I don't do failure real well.

Failure is a hard
pill to swallow for me.

...Captain keith looks
to his western setback

to yield 50,000 pounds

before racing to dock
for emergency surgery.

Oh, don't do that again,
keith, that's stupid.

My hernia is getting
worse every day.

I mean,
just right now as I'm talking,

I'm feeling a
little stabbing pain

going right through
my midsection.

Narrator: With his hernia continuing
to erupt, every minute at sea

risks further complications,

from painful bowel obstruction
to life-threatening infection.

Keith: Come on, guys,
give me a good count.

We need a good count.

- Oh, wow. - Oh, yeah.

That looks cleaner.

Until I get a count,
I won't know for sure.

Right on. Nice stuff.

Hopefully things are
changing for the better.

♪♪

Oh, wow.

Yeah! Now we're in business.

Feed me! Big, clean opilio.

Keith: Exactly what we've
been looking for the last week.

Right on. Right on.

There's definitely something
happening here. Bang!

If the rest of this string is on
the 300 average of the big boys,

we're going to hit our number.

Narrator: The deep water set flourishing,
keith buttons

his grueling 23-day excursion...

Monte: Trip's coming to an
end. We're going to go to st. Paul.

I'll make a trip without him,
which is very good.

Narrator: ...While monte looks
ahead to his brother's operation.

And his absence...

We'll make a trip
without my brother.

That's always a good thing.

Instead of failure, success.

Yeah!

Keith: Now we just
need to get town.

I need to get to the doctor.

I need to find out just
how bad this hernia is.

Narrator: 160 miles southeast...

...Aboard the saga...

Jake: So this string
lays east to west

and I'm hauling it
from east to west.

As I've spent a whole day
moving my gear to this location

that sig's giving me
intelligence on them.

I need to get crab on board.

Narrator: Still
gunning for the rest

of his nearly half a
million pound quota,

captain jake approaches

the leading edge of the
rumored eastbound biomass...

My gear's here,
crab's supposedly here.

He gave me this information.

...Hoping sig hansen
can be trusted.

All right. First pot coming up.

Hopefully we get
something out of it.

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

Oh, [bleep]

clayton: Wa, wa, wah.

What the hell is that?

Oh, man.

[bleep] there's nothing in it.

As of right now,
not looking so hot.

Hold on, fellas,
just wait a little bit.

Give it a couple pots.

Jake: It's about $40 worth
of crab in the second pot.

That doesn't even pay
for the bait I put in it.

Clayton: I guess jake was
listening to info from sig.

I don't know why jake's
trusting sig or anyone else.

We should be
catching our own crab.

One zero.

I'm worried now that
I'm just his prospect boy,

running around looking
for where the crab aren't

so he knows where not to go.

♪♪

I can't believe this,
I gotta call sig.

[bleep] hey, sig, you on there?

♪♪

Oh, yeah, that's got volume.

That's got a lot
of volume in it.

- You got me there? - Wow.

- Sig, you got me?
- Jake. [ laughs ]

- copy, copy, copy.
- I don't know. [ chuckles ]

narrator: On the saga...

Jake: I can't believe this.

I gotta call sig.

Narrator: ...Worried he's
being used as an errand boy...

Hey, sig, you on there?

Narrator: ...Captain jake fears that,
like his pots...

Sig: Now, that is volume.

Narrator: ...Sig's
promises are empty.

Oh, yeah, that's got volume.

That's got a lot
of volume in it.

- Got me here? - Wow.

- Sig, you got me?
- Jake. [ laughs ]

- copy, copy, copy.
- Is that you, yummy?

- Yeah, roger.
- What are you pulling on?

Jake: About three pots
in. I'm on the east end.

And I'm not... I'm
not seeing much,

and I'm actually
starting to get worried.

- Nothing?
- It's not looking good at all.

No,
keep hauling. Something... you're fine,

just keep hauling.

- How's it look? - Like [bleep]

all right. I am a
little apprehensive.

I just really hope you're
not trying to teach me

one of those lessons
again because...

...I'd be really
screwed financially

if that's what you're doing.

Well, before you hang yourself,
just take a deep breath

and have a little faith. Trust me,
please.

I'm out. You out?

- See you, jake.
- Okay. That tells me a lot.

I mean,
if he's not getting crab in a certain spot,

that's information right there.

You know,
you're getting the lay of the land.

Narrator: Every bad pot
for jake is a good data point

for sig, revealing how wide
his strip of crab really is.

He hasn't seen crab in forever.

And for mandy...

Well,
she gets a master class in deception.

♪♪

Jake: Sig's telling me
something like have faith

usually means he's
about to screw me over.

But I have nowhere else to go,

so I'll just keep believing,
I guess. It's all I can do.

Narrator: 75 miles southwest...

All right. Coming up.

...On the lady alaska...

Scott: We moved all our
other gear out this direction.

All my gear is right here.
I'm actually kind of nervous.

Narrator: ...With every last one
of his 220 pots on the turtle head,

captain scott campbell, jr.

Is about to learn if he
has cause to "shell-ebrate."

I'm beat down and broke.

That's the best way to put
it... Beat down and broke.

We've got to make a change.

Something's gotta
change for us here.

Narrator: And with a
hefty 25,000 pounds a day

needed to save his season,

one miss could mean
kissing his new lady goodbye.

Positive thinking
brings positive actions.

Today is the day that we try
and get some positive thinking.

But really,
what we need is we need some 2 hundos.

Come on, baby. No whammies. Big bucks,
big bucks.

♪♪

We'll get a couple hundred
out of that one maybe.

Oh, there we go,
there's a couple hundo.

- Yeah. - Getting better.

Oh, yeah.

Scott: Man, this is clean fishing. Clean,
clean fishing.

[ cheering ]

that one's a nice one.

That's a nice pot.

Nicest pot we've
seen all season.

That's a good looking table.

Very little trash going
out. This is beautiful.

Oh,
my gosh. You don't even understand

the pressure coming up off
of my shoulders right now.

Looks like I might have made a good move,
finally.

Trying to make up for lost time.

Hopefully start digging our
way out of this financial hole.

Narrator: Just
outside st. Paul...

Security, security,
security, wizard, inbound

st. Paul harbor.

Man: Roger that, thank you,

narrator: ...On the wizard...

Keith: I'm positive we've got
more than enough crab on this boat.

Narrator: ...Tank's
plugged? Check.

Keith: I need to
get to the doctor.

There's not another
flight for two days.

Narrator: Hernia plugged?
Only if captain keith can beat

the ticking clock to dock
and catch his plane in time.

You know what? We gotta
go to the far end of the dock

and now we've got ice to
crunch our way through.

You see that up there?

Narrator: The bering
sea's final curve ball...

Sheet ice,
12 inches thick and 50-feet wide,

freezing him out of the berth.

Keith: It's trying.

You got these big
patties of ice in here that

aren't going to just go away.
There's nowhere for them to go.

We just need to get to
town. Me and the harbor

just don't get along real well.

Narrator: This week
on "salty takes"...

It's the case of
the comatose crew.

This is what happens when
you wear your crew out.

If they're all sleeping
just wherever they can lay,

you know you did your job right.

We wore 'em out. [ laughs ]

narrator: And
that is crab fishing.

Puppetmaster sig and
mandy mine the mother lode,

while st. Paul ices
out keith's latest haul.

Narrator: In the
frozen st. Paul harbor

on the wizard...
- I need to get to the doctor.

There's not another
fight for two days.

Narrator: With his
surgery fast approaching...

We got to go to the
far end of the dock

and now we've got ice to
crunch our way through.

...Captain keith finds
himself dock blocked.

Keith: You know what?
We just need to get to town.

We're going to smash the
ice with a crane to get it...

Get this boat into the dock,
all right.

His simple brutal
crane-powered solution...

...Let's call it "keith smash."

keith: Now we're in business.

This is kind of...
This kind of wild.

Atta boy, soper,
way to move that stuff out of the way.

Right on. Oh, yeah. Oh, yeah.

Are we clear yet back there?

Soper: Yeah, roger.

♪♪

Narrator: 190 miles northwest...

♪♪

...On the saga...

This is ridiculous,
man. Ridiculous.

Have faith.

I don't know what
he means by that.

I got 10 more
pots in the string.

I don't know what's going on,

I don't want to get paranoid,
I don't want to get frustrated,

I don't want to convey
to my crew that all is lost.

You know,
it's kinda... It's nuts.

Narrator: After blank
pots and more blank pots,

captain jake's hopes lessen
as his suspicion increases.

Jake: It's all I can do.

Keep picking up the pots,
calling, and read the gear.

Here it comes.

♪♪

♪♪

[ cheering ]

- jake. - Holy [bleep]

[ cheering ]

that's 600 crowd right there,
easy.

Holy cow. All right,
here it comes.

600! - Holy [bleep]

♪♪

Oh, my god!

Narrator: The skipper's
pots go from zeros to heroes

as they hit the
biomass sig promised.

That's amazing.

They finally
hit. It finally hit.

♪♪

Got me here.

- You on there, jake, you got me?
- Oh, my god, I don't know

how I can ever repay you, dude,
because I'm on 600, dude.

You should see this!
- That's awesome. That's great.

I told you so.

All you have to
do was be patient.

- Thank you so [bleep] much, man.
- I mean, I kept it a secret

for a couple of days here,
but it's not "here you go,"

it's get slapped first and then,
"here you go."

it's just how it is.

Narrator: Sig's master
plan comes to fruition...

Gather intel before
steering the mark,

I mean, the mentee,
directly into the school.

That's awesome, jake, good job.

And showing mandy
how the game is played.

I've just been screaming up and down,
doing jumping jacks.

Sig: All right, buddy,
we're out. Later.

He sounds so
jacked up right now.

Oh, yeah.

He's ready to
just start pulling.

Oh, my god. Good job,
greg. Good job, siggy!

Since I've been fishing,

no one's ever done
anything like that for me

what sig just did... Gave me an area,
information.

I don't even know what to say.
I don't even know what to say.

I... Dude! Ripping it, dude!

♪♪

Narrator: 190 miles
southeast in st. Paul...

Keith: All right, let's go,
man, we're outta here.

Good job, guys. I got to
go. I've got a plane to catch.

Good trip.
- Good luck getting home.

Keith: Let's get out of here,
man.

♪♪

Crab looked good.

We're definitely going
to hit our number.

The bad news is my
midsection is really,

really painful right now.

I've got to get to a doctor
and have surgery immediately.

Narrator: As captain keith
takes care of his hernia,

on the wizard...

First things first,
my brother's left.

Spittoon.

Narrator: ...Captain
monte takes the helm.

That's kind of a ritual
that my brother leaves

and I take over is to get
rid of his little spit cup thing.

I'm sure he'll be going
under the knife here within

a couple of days,
I think will probably be best.

We'll go out and
pull a trip without him.

We've got 350,000 pounds in.

We need another
million and change.

We really need to go
out and fill this boat.

I'd like to think we can do it.