Bering Sea Beast

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Excuse me. I'm looking

for Glenn Hunter.

Excuse me. I'm looking for Glenn...

You must be Dad's latest stray.

Can I come aboard?

Uh, Owen Powers.

Donna, Glenn's daughter.

Him and my brother Joe

will be back any minute.

Is there anything you need me

to help you with while I wait?

Jonas.

All this stuff needs to be stowed

before we set out tomorrow.

Jonas will show you what's what.

All right, yeah, you got it.

Yeah, I'm on it. I'm on it.

Hey. Owen.

- Welcome to The Black Drum.

- Thanks.

- She always that friendly?

- Rumor has it

her blood runs colder than

the Bering Sea itself.

Generally prefers

family to outsiders.

Considers us a necessary evil.

You got any tips for me on

how to get on her good side?

Not sure she has one.

- That's all right. I like a good challenge.

- Good luck with that.

Come on, let me show you around.

What do you make of

the new deckhand?

Been here five minutes,

done more than you.

Nicest thing you've ever said about a

new hire. Trying to get in his pants?

Don't start, will you? I hired him

because he's highly motivated.

Let me guess, alimony, child support,

witness protection program? Ex-con?

Knock it off. I've gone over the

claim with the metal detector,

but I want eyes on it down there, just

to be sure. Can you handle that?

Seems like a little midnight

prospecting's now in order.

Get off me.

Why are we so far north?

I know how to navigate.

From what I remember,

cave is south of here.

All right, all right.

GPS marks the spot.

- What's with the excitement on this claim?

- Virgin claim.

Full of rich gold sediment

from the glacial melt.

State is auctioning

it off tomorrow.

- Rights to work it could be worth millions.

- Nice.

- Who says you're diving?

- I'm not gonna be the boat b*tch, okay?

Any of you know how to run the

smart end of the dive equipment?

- No, I don't.

- No problem.

Heads, I dive. Tails, you dive.

Fine. Flip it.

Would you look at that? Oh,

my goodness, what is that?

Let me ask you one question.

- That guitar, can you play it?

- Ha-ha-ha.

Or is that just a chick prop?

Ha-ha-ha.

- You'll see.

- Okay. All right, all right.

Chick prop, it's done

me pretty well, so.

- You certified, newbie?

- I'm willing to learn.

Not tonight. It's your lucky day.

No problem.

Sit back and watch, John Cougar.

Help! Help! Help!

- Help!

- I got you, I got you.

- You okay? You okay?

- Jonas is dead.

Jonas is dead.

Joe, that's not funny. Stop joking.

I'm not joking. Something got him.

I think it was a shark.

I see a fin.

Owen, Owen, weigh

the anchor. Go. Go.

Here, come on, Joe. Get up.

Get up. Guys, hold on.

Good. Get in. Get in, guys.

Hold on tight. Unh!

It's still behind us.

It's following us.

I'm glad you're okay.

I wish the same could

be said for Jonas.

You know, after the auction,

I'll get ahold of Jeb Stuart

and we'll go out there

and search for Jonas.

We find that shark, we'll kill it.

I think we should keep

it to ourselves for now.

I'm for breaking rules

but I draw the line

when it comes to covering

up someone's death.

- We're not covering anything up.

- Keep this on the low before the auction.

We'll be screwed.

How come all of a sudden

I'm the voice of morality?

Just delay saying anything until

after the auction. We'll find Jonas.

No one's gonna be looking.

We're his only family.

All the more reason not to treat

him like yesterday's garbage.

- What if somebody finds his body?

- It's a risk we'll take.

- I'm not okay with it.

- It's an accident.

- It's not like we murdered him.

- He died on our watch!

Okay, fine. Family vote.

Why even bother?

You two share a brain.

All right, calm down. It's

terrible what happened.

But come on, Joe. Donna's right.

I'll keep my mouth shut,

but I don't have to like it.

I guess anyone who isn't a part

of this family is disposable.

That's the only reason

you're still around.

Hey. So has anyone notified

the authorities yet?

Not yet.

I'd appreciate it if you don't say

anything until after the auction.

I don't wanna create a panic

among the other dredgers.

We'll find Jonas.

Yeah. Yeah, whatever

you feel is right.

Claim 42.

Wow.

What's this little baby worth?

Two thousand dollars.

Live for the gold.

Die for the gold.

Oh...

They've moved up the food chain.

Do I have 85,000?

I have 85,000.

Eighty-five thousand is the new bid.

Eighty-five thousand, going once.

When we start the bidding,

we'll use an anonymous bidder,

so not to reveal our interests.

Dad has a sixth sense for the gold.

If people knew what

Claim 42 was worth,

it'd drive the price

right through the roof.

Hope we're not after the

same claim today, Glenn.

Because if I gotta compete

against you, I'll win.

I'm sure you'll get

everything you deserve.

I always do.

I'll win.

Who's that?

Resident bloodsucker.

Currently up for bid, claim

number 42, opening at $35,000.

I have 35,000.

Do I have 40? Forty thousand.

Do I have 45,000?

Forty-five. Do I have 50?

Fifty thousand.

Do I have 55? Fifty-five thousand.

Do I have 60? Sixty thousand.

Do I have 70? Seventy thousand?

I have 70,000. Do I have 75,000?

Seventy-five thousand?

Seventy-five thousand?

Seventy-five thousand.

That's it, our ceiling.

I can't go any more.

- Seventy-five thousand, going once.

- Sell it. Take the bid.

- Seventy-five thousand, going twice.

- Eighty thousand.

I have $80,000.

Do I have 85?

That's it, we're out.

- Do I have 85,000?

- Dad, I can get us another 10,000.

- You save your money, kid.

- No, Dad.

Do I have 85?

Do I have 85,000?

I have 85,000. Eighty-five

thousand is the new bid.

Eighty-five thousand, going once.

- Eighty-five thousand, going twice.

- One hundred thousand.

One hundred thousand dollars.

Son of a b*tch.

Son of b*tch knew what

claim we were after.

- I did everything to keep him in the dark.

- New guy sold us out.

The new guy? He doesn't

know enough to sell us out.

So, uh, what now?

- We dredge.

- Without a claim?

I did homework in case this didn't go

our way. After a claim is auctioned,

there's a seven-day holding period

before Thorne takes ownership,

which gives us a whole

week to dredge out gold.

That's my girl. Any gold out of Thorne's

pockets makes this twice as sweet.

Good job.

Thanks, Dad. Let's go.

I've made arrangements with Jeb Stuart.

I'll be going outwith him. Do a good job.

The least we can do for Jonas.

We don't have time for this.

I know you're under pressure, but

work together. Work as a family.

Hey, Mr. Hunter. With all this commotion,

I haven't had a chance to thank you

for the opportunity to work

on your boat this season.

Three things to remember

to do a good job:

Common sense, an affinity to

bust your ass, and teamwork.

If you're anything like your

old man, you'll do a good job.

That's all I can hope for, sir.

I'm looking for The Black Drum.

- Found it.

- I'm sorry to be the one to tell you this,

but I discovered the body

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