New Crew Gets Their Sea Legs | Deadliest Catch | Discovery
New Crew Gets Their Sea Legs | Deadliest Catch | Discovery
Hard to get the buoy to the block.
Fighting this current.
I can’t even get the damn thing to turn over.
Overboard. Overboard.
Get the — get him out of the water now.
5:30. We got dispenser.
Turn.
Bring you over here.
Bring it.
There’s been a few 20-footers rolling through,
but it’s kind of classic Bering Sea weather tonight.
Captain Keith Colburn’s season is already off to a rocky start.
His hull was compromised,
and the lucky charm lost.
Basically, I won’t set gear unless I’m forced to,
without a cup of noodles cup up here
to use for my spatula.
Now, with seas at 20 feet and rising,
Keith must rely on his veteran deckhands
to coach the greenhorns through brutal conditions.
When the weather first kicks up like this, guys,
it’s just a little bit more height and awareness, you know.
But we do have two kids out there.
So you’ll be hearing Soaper barking.
You’ll be hearing Monty barking.
Part of the job.
Misery.
Misery is part of the job.
This is the first day of real weather,
so they just need to get their sea legs,
get used to coming up and down the deck
with the boat pitching,
and they’ll get it down.
Just another day on the Wizard.
Come on.
Grab that small fish right there.
Are you supposed to be over here?
Told me to stay back.
You just can’t wait, can you?
I need a bag and a nice fresh cot.
Where’s that kid at?
We need the wandering up and down the deck mode to end.
They’ve been completely out of position
on every single pot.
They’re just kind of running around in circles
a little too much.
You know what I do need?
I need another bait jar, like, yesterday.
For being a pretty hardy little daddy,
he keeps his mouth shut.
All I am is just a little [ __ ] on the boat,
so I got to take it.
See, he’s keeping his mouth shut
just like he should.
Hey, now get back up there
and do something.
He’s trying.
I’ll take this all day long.
I just want to be able to have a spot on this boat
come Opilio season.
Greenhorn Lynn may be lagging behind,
but his counterpart, Moy,
is worn out and wandering aimlessly.
Moy’s still running around in circles
with his head cut off.
You just got to kind of focus a little bit for me.
Okay, go.
You guys are just running me ragged.
I think they’re just trying to break me right now,
see if I’m going to go down.
I’m not going to let them.
Right now, Moy is frustrated.
He came out here expecting to just step on the deck
and be a superstar.
That’s not reality.
Reality is this:
you come out here,
you start busting your ass right out of the gate.
You’re getting yelled at.
You’re behind.
You’re not getting the job right.
It doesn’t come easy.
If Moy’s work ethic doesn’t change,
his first season on the Bering Sea
could be his last.
We need to catch some crab.
Captain Keith Colburn is splashing pots,
prospecting for better numbers.
We can scrape our way through this season,
but I’d prefer to see my guys smiling
instead of grumpy all day long.
Shouldn’t be out here in the first place.
As far as I’m lucky, it’s even still there.
Bad crabbing isn’t the only reason Monty is grumpy.
It’s a photo of the greenhorn’s girlfriend.
She was topless.
She’d be more than welcome to stay.
The kid just got on the boat.
His girlfriend’s picture doesn’t belong in the basement.
Put her in your stateroom,
where she should be.
It doesn’t bother me at all.
I do nothing but eat there all day.
Then he pulls it out,
and the kid’s about ready to go postal.
Can’t really blame her.
What are you going to do?
Whatever.
I get why he had it up there.
It’s where he spends most of his time.
He’s chopping bait.
That’s his zone.
He’s the bait boy.
About 30 seconds away from losing my job.
The greenhorn takes a walk to clear his head,
but in the middle of the Bering Sea,
there’s only so far you can go.
Yeah, man.
Every day, you know,
I run around like a monkey
and I try as hard as I can for these guys.
I just want to get this off
because I’m about to blow a gear here.
Yeah, dude, look,
I can’t work with you right now.
I’m about to blow up.
I’ll tell you right now,
this is where we’re at.
Your girlfriend’s photo doesn’t belong
on the deck of a crab boat,
in the workstation with everybody else.
So my only question is this:
I hope she knows how to swim,
because if she’s still on the wall here real soon,
it’s going to end up over the side.
Pull your head out of your ass.
It’s no big deal.
Let’s go to work.
Put your gear on.
We’re working.
I just asked for an apology,
and he’s like,
“I hope she knows how to swim
because I’m about to throw it over.”
I thought it was okay to have that.
I’ll tell you what.
Periodically, as a greenhorn on a boat,
guys are going to jump down your throat.
That’s just the way it is.
I just want to give an apology, but—
I’ll tell you this right now.
You’re not going to get an apology
out of a guy on this boat.
Period.
If he’s throwing a little bait at a picture,
hey, get over it.
Go back to work.
Say yes, sir,
and get through it.
To be honest with you,
I’d probably be pissed too,
but I’m not sure I’d subject my girlfriend
to a bunch of guys like us.
Welcome back.
After a tongue-lashing from Monty
and a lecture from the skipper,
Josh returns to the deck.
Don’t sweat the small stuff, kid.
It’s part of working on a boat.
You’ve got to take some things
with a grain of salt.
This is nothing, man.
I think we’re turning it around.
Can’t afford to lose this job.
Guys are getting a little edgy.
A little grumpy with each other.
When they start getting edgy down there,
it’s almost palpable.
That vibe just emitting
toward the wheelhouse.
It’s pretty gnarly.
After pulling the last pots of the day,
greenhorn Josh still has something on his mind.
Trying to get it resolved.
Ryan?
What’s up, kid?
I just want to apologize
for walking off earlier.
I wasn’t real excited about that photo.
I took it down.
Thank you.
The thing is this:
you just got here, right?
Putting something up like that
is kind of laying claim to something.
Bust ass first,
then put it up.
I thought it was kind of cool
that you put it up there.
Obviously, some people took offense to it.
I didn’t think it was appropriate,
just the location.
Either way,
let’s just get back to work
and catch some crab.
Don’t walk off deck.
Bad thing.
You know the job sucks.
Your room —
that’s where she belongs, bud.
Don’t ever take anything
too terribly seriously
when we’re screwing with you.
I want to keep my job,
keep my mouth shut,
and do my work.
Are you officially done
tormenting our greenhorn?
For now.
On the Cape Caution,
greenhorn Hunter Cooper
is asleep at the wheel.
I will knock you out.
I’m not sleeping.
You’re not sleeping?
You’ve got your head buried in your hood,
your mouth is open,
and you’re not sleeping?
I was not asleep.
I had my eyes right there.
So you had your eyes closed.
My eyes were closed,
but I was not asleep.
I’ll take a break.
Somebody go get Ronnie.
He’s taking over wheel watch.
Captain Wild Bill wakes his other greenhorn,
Ronnie James,
to take over the wheel.
You’re on watch.
Here we are,
running full speed,
dead of night.
Other boats out here.
Everybody’s in bed.
I find Hunter passed out asleep.
I shove him.
Lift his hood.
“I’m not sleeping.”
It’s our lives on the line.
Other people’s lives.
It’s really disheartening.
You got the watch alarm set?
Yeah.
You know what to do?
I won’t mess up.
And do not fall asleep.
Never.
What are you doing in here?
I don’t know.
What do you mean you don’t know?
How much time’s on the watch?
Get out of here.
What the hell is going on?
Sleepwalking.
If you’re sleepwalking,
that means you were sleeping.
That’s the first step.
So you were sleeping.
Go get that son of a [ __ ].
These guys were perfect during king crab.
Now they’re falling asleep on watch.
Do you know what happens
when you fall asleep at full speed
and hit another boat?
People die.
I’ve been doing this for almost 40 years.
I’m not about to die
because some new kid falls asleep.
If you get sleepy,
stand up.
Understand me?
Super moon.
Biggest tides of the season.
Trying to get the buoy to the block.
Fighting this current.
Overboard! Overboard!
Get him out of the water now!
We got you, Spencer!
Hold on!
Get the crane!
Grab that!
Wrap it around your body!
Stop!
Stop!
Go forward!
Go!
Tell me when to come off!
Don’t let go!
They get him.
In under two minutes.
Deckhand Spencer Moore
pulled from 34-degree water.
If he’d gone past the stern,
they wouldn’t have gotten him.
Everything went perfect.
Life ring.
Crane.
Timing.
Failure on any one step
would’ve cost his life.
Mom and dad are going to kill me.
My wife too.
Take a shower.
Dry clothes.
That was the craziest thing
I’ve ever seen.
Never want to see that again.
Captain Jake pushes south,
into deeper water,
hoping to escape the stack
and ride out the storm.
But he’s down a man.
Injured greenhorn Ross Jones
is out of commission.
One man short.
The crew will have to pick up the slack.
First stop of the day.
Crush crab.
Anxiety through the roof.
And then —
a hit.
Big crab.
Clean crab.
Good karma.
Time to make some money.
And just as success hits,
the toilet backs up.
Poop water everywhere.
One disaster after another.
Two veterans.
Two flailing greenhorns.
Bad move hiring three greenhorns.
Bad move.
Push.
Push.
Let him go.
Hold it.
Push toward him.
Come on.
