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We haven't had a king crab season

in a few years.

There's always that "push it to the limit" mentality.

Push the boat, push the crew.

You know, sky's the limit.

I'm backing it out.

Things are gonna happen...

I'm done!

...so deal with it.

you!

I'm done!

New guys that are fishing derby-style

might be in for a rude awakening.

I can't do this like this.

I need to get this taken out.

Sometimes guys cross the line.

You... screwed with my emotions.

And now you're playing some

damn child games with me.

You can't trust anybody,

not when it comes to fishing crab.

Rail, rail, rail, rail, rail.

But if you play with fire,

you're gonna get burned.

Nico!

You're gonna get bit.

200 miles northeast of Dutch Harbor...

on the Titan Explorer.

I'm ready to rumble.

Come on. Here we go.

Here we go.

Here comes our first pot.

This should be a good string.

This boat is faster. She's more nimble.

It's everything I've ever wanted.

Two weeks after trading a spot

on his mentor Sig Hansen's boat for a helm of his own,

Captain Jake Anderson tracks a school west

into 50 fathoms,

eager to pin down his $750,000

of red king crab quota.

The problem is if I can't catch crab

efficiently on this boat,

I'll be out of a job pretty quickly.

Oh, [bleep] damn it.

Dead.

That's no good, man.

Kind of weak.

Not much better but it's better.

Oh, yeah.

Oh, boy.

We've got a little sign

but I think they're on the move again.

Here's the difference in water temperatures.

It's colder here.

Warmer there.

Colder here.

So I looked at Sig's charts when I was fishing with him.

Looking at where we set 15, 16 years ago

when I first fished with Sig and we went south,

and the trends were the same.

What I'm thinking is that I'm gonna try to track

cool pools down towards the south.

Sig's right up above me.

Huh?

If I could combine forces with Sig,

we can double our efforts

and be cleaned up twice as fast.

25 miles north...

Not too sexy.

On the Northwestern.

Ten.

There's a big sort, so 10 crab?

We gotta get this done.

I feel like we're close,

but other boat owners can scoop in and grab that quota.

It could be taken away very quickly.

A week from his final scheduled offload,

Captain Sig Hansen sprints to catch and deliver

his last 15,000 pounds of red king

or forfeit a quarter million dollars of crab

to a more productive vessel.

Hey, there. How goes it?

Hey.

Are you also seeing crab turning towards the south?

It's okay up here.

I'm a little farther to the north,

I think, than you are.

I'm just looking at this information I got

and I just really think that they're going south.

The trends that I'm looking at remind me of like 2007.

And then when you factor in the water temperature,

I'm just really thinking south.

I don't know where you're getting your information from,

but 2006 or '07 it's a long time ago.

Just see if you wanna bump some gear south with me.

We do have an offload coming up,

so for us to switch gears

and risk going the opposite direction isn't

in the cards right now.

Okay. Well, that's fine, you know.

Each to his own. I just...

I'm headed south.

All right, man.

Just... Good luck. I'm out.

All right. Bye-bye.

Clark, you wanna come up for a second?

Roger.

Yo.

I've been conversing with Jake back and forth.

- Okay. - And... I don't know, man.

It's just something smells funny here

because he's alluding to the fact

that we should be following his instincts

from 2006 and '07.

- I'm like... - Was he even...

"You weren't even running a boat back then, number one.

You were on deck."

How can he remember anything?

It don't add up.

I mean, he was talking water temperatures.

He was talking area.

Uh...

Unless he was going through your old charts

when he was up here.

Just look at the search history there.

That little bugger.

He'd been looking at my whole history here,

every single chart I had back then.

You got a spy.

I know. I feel like I've been violated.

I think this guy needs a little lesson.

140 miles southwest...

Oh, man.

Not good.

Ruh-roh.

On the Seabrooke.

Turn.

Not looking too good.

That's not gonna cut it.

All right, guys.

We're gonna start putting the load on.

This isn't paying the bills.

We have to get in and get out

before the rest of the fleet gets here.

With dozens of boats nearing the end

of king season and readying to switch over to bairdi...

We signed agreements with, you know, quota holders

to catch their crab, and if I'm not catching,

I gotta be prepared for my crab to be taken

and, you know, give it to somebody else

that is catching.

Captain Greg Wallace and skipper-in-training

Sophia "Bob" Nielsen race to catch

their remaining $250,000 of crab

before the rest of the fleet swarms the grounds.

Let's go, Malik.

We gotta get another one in here.

Let's go.

Malik, I'm sure he's in pain,

but everything is self-inflicted

so it's hard to feel any kind of sympathy.

Five days ago...

I swear to God, bro.

You just walked up.

You stood right there

and you [bleep] pissed on me

in my bunk.

Intoxicated 28-year-old greenhorn

Malik Kurney sleepwalked

and then sleep-urinated on bunkmate Nick Nelson,

triggering Nick to knock loose one of Malik's teeth.

Now, I gotta deal with his stupid decisions

that affects everybody.

Ever since that night,

Malik has been really struggling

with whatever is going on in his mouth.

I think he's got a severe infection,

and it's been, you know,

affecting his work ethic and his attitude.

I'm going through so much pain in my mouth,

you know, a thousand miles away from home.

I love fishing but I don't wanna be here right now.

All right, guys. That was the last one there.

You guys got about 20, 25 minutes,

so if you need to change your clothes,

change your diaper, whatever,

we will stack this last one on.

Roger.

Malik, come up to the wheelhouse.

Hey. Hey.

Throwing up last night from the medicine,

but that amoxicillin

is really making me really bad.

I just wanna pull it.

Well, we can't pull it out here.

I mean, if you start bleeding, if you start hemorrhaging,

I mean, you know what I mean, that's a whole another level

of [bleep] doctor right there.

Let's see.

Open wide.

Into that.

Oh, yeah. No, that's pretty gross.

You don't have much of a tooth there to even...

Even if you wanted to pull it.

I think you need to visit your local dentist more often.

Well, just keep taking the antibiotics for right now.

I wish we could pull it out

but that's just too risky of a move.

If we pull the roots out

and he starts hemorrhaging and...

I mean, he could bleed to death

before we even knew what happened.

So we gotta keep a real tight eye on it,

gotta push it as far as I can,

so hopefully we can finish what we gotta do.

The clock is ticking.

130 miles northeast on the Aleutian Lady...

Yeah. Hmm.

No matter the weather,

- no matter the boat. - Yeah.

The Aleutian Lady... Yeah, baby.

We don't sink, we float.

Try to stop us.

Yeah. - Hell, yeah.

All right, guys. Watch your backs

and keep your heads on a swivel.

It's getting kinda nasty out.

Four days before final offload,

Captain Rick Shelford prepares to haul

his final $450,000

of red king crab from 20-foot seas.

We tracked them up into this gulley.

We got 130 pots in the water.

And conditions couldn't be worse.

Betting the same currents

that threatened his deck bullied the crab hoard

into a deep 60-fathom canyon and his 130 pots.

We got the current ripping.

Big swells coming through.

I mean, some big quick gusts.

They hit us with fury.

Just the surge.

The surge coming over the rail.

It'd be pretty intense sometimes.

It's not a full-on wave but it can be just as bad.

It can still knock you on your butt,

make you get hurt.

come on, waves.

Nico just got reconstructive surgery on his whole jaw.

He got beat up with a lead pipe.

Could've killed him.

I love Nico, man.

He's one of the hardest workers.

But I expect a lot out of my guys.

Can he handle it?

Big question mark there.

Not looking good.

There might be four or five crab.

Single digits ain't gonna cut it.

We're triangulating where the crab are

by figuring out where the crab aren't.

I might have went a little bit too shallow.

Crap.

Ooh, wave.

Rail, rail, rail, rail, rail.

Nico!

You okay, Nico?

What happened?

On the Aleutian Lady...

Ooh, wave.

Rail, rail, rail, rail, rail.

You okay, Nico?

Holy.

What happened?

Oh, my gosh.

Holy [bleep].

Getting jammed into a launcher, brutal.

Well, yeah, you just got the wind knocked out of you.

Sit down and chill for a minute. Need some food? Oh, [bleep].

As Nico Huerta threw the hook,

a rogue wave hit him head-on,

sending him chest first

into the forged steel launcher.

I'd be surprised if he didn't bruise his ribs

a little bit.

It's gonna hurt him tomorrow, I know that.

If he gets any contact to his face,

he could refracture his whole jaw.

We know the risks we take

when we come out here.

But, uh, I was assaulted in the front yard of my house

by somebody with a lead pipe.

They hit me across the face, choked me out,

slammed me to the ground,

kicked me in the face multiple times,

and shattered my jaw.

I got six titanium plates in my face

and close to thirty screws.

I know I can physically do the job.

I've just...

Mentally, I struggle with it every day.

I got nothing but respect for Nico,

but I can't slow down.

I gotta get all these pots stacked

and moved a little bit deeper

or there is no way I'm getting all this crab.

I need him out on deck.

62 miles southeast,

south of the 56-degree latitude line...

Almost done.

Setting for about four hours.

Aboard the Titan Explorer.

All the research that I did on Sig's charts

and other data I collected drew me down to quadrant one,

which is to the south, to follow the cold pool.

It's similar to a season I had with Sig...

Clear.

...like 15, 16 years ago.

While Captain Jake uses intel gleaned

from time on the Northwestern...

Whose bag is that right there?

You see it? Yeah. Yeah. Hold on.

Just two miles away...

40920.

Titan Explorer, 40920.

Captain Sig approaches Jake's northern gear.

He's been looking at my whole history.

We gotta teach this guy a lesson,

so get ready to haul some Titan pots.

Well, number one, there's not gonna be crab in those pots,

but we're definitely gonna mess with him.

You know what would get under his skin even more?

Setting it on some meat.

That's the "I told you so".

All right. Let's go get them.

All right.

Sig's plan,

pull 20 of his former mentee's pots

and move them 50 miles north

onto the location he suspects the biomass is lurking.

I got a pretty good feeling.

He is gonna hate this.

The plan is just to set the gear

parallel to each other.

Nothing.

This should be fun.

140 miles west...

So what's the plan of attack here?

On the Seabrooke.

Based off of what the numbers and these strings were saying,

I think we're getting better crab the shallower we go.

Yeah. For sure.

I'll just pile drive them in there

- and see what we can get. - I like the sound of that.

Yeah. Sounds fine. That's good.

Yeah.

All right, you guys, one mile.

You guys can kick back for a second.

I'll beep you when we get close.

Roger.

Good.

Oh. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. He's late.

I'm on it.

With an inbound crab fleet,

Captain Greg Wallace prepares to deploy 20 pots

in the western shallows, while skipper-in-training

Sophia "Bob" Nielsen tends to an injured crewman,

desperate to keep the deck fully functional

until the offload in two days' time.

It's good bait. Chums them in.

Where's your... Where is your medicine, dawg?

Feels like...

So you really wanna go back to town?

See? Once they quit in their mind...

Nah, it's just not an option.

He's just gonna have... We gotta figure this out.

Malik, I need to talk to you.

Get up to the wheelhouse right now.

Yeah.

What the hell is going on?

What? You told Sophia that you want...

This was unbearable and you wanna go home?

Well, tell me.

I know.

Work through it.

It's not killing you.

If it's gonna kill you, I will take you to town, all right?

I need you to suck it up, and you can.

On the Seabrooke...

You need to be drinking a bottle of water an hour.

You gotta get the toxins out of you.

Take the antibiotic like you did,

eat it with a full sandwich like you did

and you will feel better.

I swear. I know.

Okay?

I mean, I'm gonna be like your mom or your dad.

We don't quit.

You work through it, bottom line.

Dealing with like a delicate balance

of, you know, having to get work done

and keep your mind focused and like...

You have to be paying attention

'cause it's really dangerous out on deck.

And if your head's not in the game,

it's a good way to get hurt.

All right, you guys, let's get ready to set.

Roger.

Going over.

He needs to get that tooth removed

and I'm not gonna pull it, so...

I need everybody

so I can get this crab in the tank and get us home.

There she goes.

125 miles northeast...

We're coming up on the string.

We gotta get hauling.

Roger. Roger.

I can't waste any more minutes.

On the Aleutian Lady.

We got too much quota to get.

I'm glad he came back out.

You had me worried for a second, man.

Yeah. - I saw your face

when you were lying there. I was like, "Oh, [bleep]."

It almost like knocked the sense out of me.

You know what I mean? Like, whoa, what happened?

You were just laying there like this.

Eighteen hours after deckhand Nico's

reconstructed jaw

nearly got deconstructed by a wave,

Captain Rick has a mere 48 hours

to claim 25,000 pounds of king crab

before final offload.

Woo-hoo! Nice job.

We've headed out deeper a bit,

and I'm hoping to see

a 50-crab average plus.

Come on, crabs.

There you go. Hey, coming up.

Oh. Oh, yeah!

Woo! Yeah!

That's what we need.

I need this to keep going.

Nice crab.

Nice crab.

Woo!

Crab count, 58, 5-8.

Boom.

Look out. Look out.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Damn.

Oh...

Man.

What are you guys doing with the table right now?

Okay. You know what?

I'm about to get...

Watch...

Hey.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Nico, are you okay?

I'm done.

you.

you. I'm done.

And now Nico just stormed off deck.

Frickin' great.

You okay, man?

Yeah. I'm all right.

So did the table squish you?

- I mean, what-- - It didn't squish me.

Luckily, it hit me and I was able to jump back...

Mmm-hmm.

...in time without getting smashed by it.

You are a badass.

I love having you onboard the boat.

And I respect you.

You gotta get it out of your head

and just keep on driving.

All right.

I'm worried about Nico.

He might not wanna go back out there.

This is Nico after he got attacked.

All swollen up.

There's his mouth all wired shut.

I mean, the mental trauma from taking that damage

has gotta be forefront in his mind

after getting taken out by a wave.

Eighty-one. Eight, one.

Woo!

Woo!

What I need is in my pots.

I just don't know if I have the manpower

to get it done in time.

Oh, my God!

35 miles east...

All right, guys, one mile.

On the Northwestern.

Now, this is the stuff that we moved up above

to the north.

We're just going by what we see in the gear.

That's all you can do.

We're getting close to our quota.

Hopefully, we'll get what we need.

After setting Jake's pots next to his own

in the far north,

Captain Sig readies to haul in the biomass

that he is sure he put them both on...

probably.

Hopefully.

All right. First one's coming up here.

Yeah! Yeah.

Yeah.

That looks good.

We got about a quarter-full pot.

Oh, yeah. Yeah.

They're all going in.

Oh, yeah.

Yeah, yeah, yeah. That's better.

Four, zero.

Jake is down in the south,

reading my old information, my old charts.

You can't go by old news like that.

Maybe he's reading too much into it.

What he should be doing is listening to his pots,

you know, or listen to me, one or the other.

Woo!

That's it.

It should be right there.

Can somebody go in the bow and help me look?

I don't see anything, man.

The gear should be right here.

There's no reason these pots should be gone.

That [bleep].

Did he touch my gear?

Nothing.

I think Northwestern did something with our gear.

Gotta be something he did.

That's kind of screwed up.

Jake, how's it going?

Did you haul my gear, dude?

On the Northwestern...

Jake, how's it going?

Did you haul my gear, dude?

What? Are you having trouble

finding the string by any chance?

You hauled my gear, dude, didn't you?

I would say I gave you a gift. Trust me.

I didn't ask for any [bleep] gifts, Sig.

Where's my [bleep] pots?

I'll tell you what, I did you a favor, okay?

I'll throw you a bearing

and then you tell me what you think.

It's got a short soak but you be the judge.

Just tell me where they are.

Maybe that'll teach you to stay out of my computer

and my earned history.

You know, think of it like a treasure hunt, all right?

Start with the first one.

I'll be here.

Here we [bleep] go.

I don't wanna [bleep] do these

lesson games, Sig.

I don't have time. What is it?

Let me see here.

That one's on the 56, 40.34...

kidding me.

...and 162, 44, 57.

You might wanna start there.

He just [bleep] hung up.

I don't need a [bleep] lesson.

I don't need to know how to do what I'm doing.

I don't need to be spanked.

I don't need a [bleep] daddy.

I just need my [bleep] gear.

140 miles west...

on the Seabrooke.

Malik, take your medicine and eat that sandwich.

You need to take care of yourself, buddy.

Just get her done.

I had him rinse with warm saltwater this morning

when he woke up, 'cause I don't want him

to get infected any worse than he already is.

I got here from not taking care of myself.

We just really need Malik

to pull through right now.

But he has a million and one reasons

why he doesn't wanna be here.

After managing their greenhorn's infected tooth...

Woo.

Gotta get as many hauls as possible.

Bags on the bow.

Roger.

Skipper-in-training Bob and Captain Greg

race to haul 40 pots from the shallows

in order to offload their crab at the cannery

and Malik at the clinic.

So, are you ready for this one?

Yes, sir. All right.

Well, hopefully, you are right here.

This is that east shallow string.

As long as we get some good clean crab and, you know,

some decent numbers, we can work on that.

That'll fill the tank.

Yeah. I think we made a really good decision, you know?

Signs look promising and hopefully we were right.

Woo!

All right.

There we go. Yeah. That'll work.

It's good signs of life here.

All big old dinner plates.

Still on the crab?

Yeah, baby.

That's a good one.

It's 45, baby!

Forty-five.

Nice clean crab.

Yeah!

As long as we stay on these kind of numbers

and they all hit,

then we'll get our job done.

Yeah, baby! Woo!

Yeah!

This is exactly what we needed.

I'm glad to see these pots looking full

with big, healthy crab.

Yeah!

Whoa, whoa, whoa. Watch out!

Come on, bro! [bleep].

Hey, good job, Malik,

for jumping in there on that pot.

Way to step it up, Malik.

That looks like the first smile

I've seen on Malik's face in days.

I can see the potential in Malik.

I see him getting into a badass deckhand, you know?

76, boys!

Seventy-six.

That'll work right there.

We just gotta keep hauling this gear,

stay on the pulse.

We gotta get him in to get to the dentist.

160 miles northeast...

on the Titan Explorer.

Sig took my [bleep] gear

and has now set my string.

I don't get it.

It's just so childlike.

I can't be running around looking for gear.

And this is just absolutely...

It's just obnoxious.

I found them.

All right. We're on the first pot.

Hey.

You found the first one?

I'm here on the first pot.

I went to the coordinates.

Well, let's just wait and see

what's in that first pot, man.

Sig ran our gear,

moved it, hid it.

You don't mess with a man's money.

You gotta have a little faith, man.

Well, let me know what's in it.

And... Come on.

Bering Sea tooth brushing.

Disgusting.

Not the tank saltwater.

Yeah, the tank water.

I am one with the ocean.

That's bird right there.

That was bird I just put in my mouth.

People ask me...

"Jacob, how do you get those pearly whites?"

Bering Sea, baby.

It's so good for you.

All the microorganisms

and worms I'm getting

are gonna eat away all the [bleep] in my gums.

Probably my teeth. Maybe my brain.

But it's... I'm gonna have clean teeth.

Bering Sea oral health.

That's what it is.

It's amazing.

Every year, I learn something new

about hygiene on this show.

Thank you, Jacob.

On the Titan Explorer.

You know, it's just a little favor for a friend.

That's all it is.

Well, let me know what's in it.

Come on.

Oh, [bleep].

Oh, my God.

This one sucks, dude.

There's life in it, isn't there?

No!

That was a small pot.

That was no good. We don't want those.

Well, maybe the next one will get better.

You ever think of that?

Just keep going another half mile.

This one's a little bit farther up to the northwest.

Why don't you just give me all of them

so I can get over this [bleep] damn charade?

No, man. I'll give you pot for pot.

Yeah! Yeah!

Amen!

There they are.

You like what you see?

Woo! Woo!

Woo! Woo!

Oh, my God, dude. It's...

It's loaded.

It's [bleep] good, dude.

It's good.

Thirty-one.

Three, one!

Don't forget to send a thank you gift

coming my way.

Bottle of vodka. I don't know.

Who are you?

The [bleep] damn Bering Sea Riddler?

The Siggler?

The Siggler? Well, siggle me this.

Why don't you just keep going west, pal?

Woo!

Oh, yeah!

Yeah!

Holy [bleep] dude.

Well, told you so.

Damn it. I hate it when he's right.

40 miles west...

On the Aleutian Lady.

Oh, damn.

That pot is huge.

That is a mountain of money in that pot.

The problem is, it's taken us almost twice as long

to sort through all the crab and haul the pot

being one guy down.

You can stay on your toes as much as you want,

but there's gonna be incidents like this

that you can't control.

Are you for real?

A hundred and frickin' twelve crab?

Yeah! Woo!

Even though we're on killer fishing,

we still might not get our quota in time

without Nico out there.

Welcome to the party, man.

I don't wanna get hurt,

but I'm not gonna leave my crew hanging.

I'm not gonna leave them out here a man short

when I'm able-bodied and able to work.

Oh, yeah.

Oh, my God!

Yeah!

This is a game changer.

I needed him to step up and get out there.

We actually have a chance.

These pots are huge.

Now, we just gotta turn and burn.

It's important that we just grab

these extra pots, get Malik taken care of,

and, hopefully, he can come back and fish with us.

As soon as we get to the dock,

I'll just jump off and we'll over to the clinic.

Hopefully, it'll be fast.

Maybe it's just an antibiotic or something.

Okay.

Put that spring line right there on that one.

Roger.

I'm glad we made it here.

I'm super excited to get my tooth looked at.

Get these pots on.

I wanna get back out there.

Tell the doctor to hurry.

Yes, sir. All right.

Hey, Malik...

she's gonna run you up to the clinic.

I'll touch base with you in a little bit.

All right. Thank you.

But it's happy news.

Don't worry.

Hey.

Hey.

So, we're having another baby.

Oh! Oh.

Congratulations. Good.

How long have you known that?

Have you been holding out on me?

I don't...

All right. Okay.

I'm happy for you. Love you.

All right. We'll try to get you home, I suppose.

I know. All right. Thanks.

I think it's great. I really do.

You know, that's a little boost we needed. But...

sounds like we gotta get home here,

hopefully sooner than later.