Harbinger Down

Hi, Sadie.

Stephen, hurry up.

You're letting all the cold air in.

- Happy you're making yourself so useful.

- You told me to videotape, remember?

Yes, I remember...

and I regret it already.

Oh, God. The poles.

Can you put that down and be of some use?

Hey, I'm doing my job.

- Ready to roll.

- Oh, why aren't you driving?

Stephen wasn't comfortable with that.

You'd think they could at least

de-ice the windshield

when we rent the vehicle from them.

God.

All right, we are on our way.

Hold on.

Okay. Windshield.

It's making it worse.

Mount Ballyhoo? Really?

That's not a native Aleutian name.

They usually begin with A. Got Aleutian,

Amokmok, Alaska.

- Hold on. Hold on.

- Okay.

- Sorry!

- I'll navigate.

Ulakta trail will take us to the wharf.

Ulakta? With a U?

Oh, my goodness.

You said don't blow the budget.

Captain's very punctual.

Well, it is archetypal.

Attention all hands, we needed

to shove off at 1800 hours.

We did not do that.

Deckhands meet in the galley

after 5:
00 to discuss.

Atka, get up here, take the wheel.

All right, Bo. Have fun.

On time.

What's a sister doing here

on a crab boat in Alaska?

Hi, Rick.

Sadie.

I'm Dock.

The ship's doctor, perfect. I am...

They call me Dock,

because I used to live under one.

- Nickname.

- Right.

Great, like one of the seven dwarves.

Yeah, and they call him Grumpy.

Why would this be in my locker?

I wouldn't know. What would

a cold fish have to do with you?

You got problem with me,

you handle it like a man.

- Now, Svet, calm down.

- He's begging for an ass kicking.

If anybody's going to be delivering

an ass kicking, it's gonna be me.

You pull a knife on my ship,

and I'll gut you with it.

Now, if the rest of you are done

with this goddamn tom-fuckery.

Do you kiss my grandmother

with that mouth?

Hi.

Sadie, what the hell are you doing here?

You know what I thought?

You were gonna be here next month.

I sent you texts.

Do I get text on this doggone thing?

Pop-Pop, these are my friends,

Ronelle and Stephen.

- Hello.

- Hi, hi.

Guys, this is Captain Graff.

You know, I was trying to explain to my

crew about the benefits of punctuality.

- I think I'll let you brief them instead.

- Well, it's Stephen's project.

You could... you tell them.

We're tracking a pod of Beluga whales

that have been tagged with GPS devices.

They're very sensitive animals

and the breaking of the ice caps

has affected their migratory patterns.

What happens to them is an indicator

of what could happen to us.

So, you're getting paid for this?

The two of us are working on our degrees.

Stephen's our professor.

We're funded by NOA...

Research grants are nothing

but white people's government cheese.

Yeah, and something tells me

that you don't vote

- and you sure don't pay taxes.

- What?

Okay, okay, knock it off.

These people are here to get

some work done. So are we.

We crab at night.

Can you work during the day?

There's bad weather coming up.

We'll run into the first string

around 11:
00 tonight.

G, set them up in the old radio room.

All right!

You heard the captain. Let's go.

Well, I guess this is our room.

Okay, now this,

I am definitely curious about.

- You want to know about this thing?

- Sure.

This is cutting edge.

It's a portable molecular analyzer.

Place the sample in this cartridge

and it could tell you everything,

from what species it is and whether

or not if it has a cold or cancer.

Hey, Bowman, I wonder

if that thing can analyze a fart.

Okay, leave now, cavemen.

Go wrestle sharks

- or whatever you do.

- All right.

Wait, I thought you guys

were just tracking the whales.

Yeah, but if we can get a teeny sample

we can see how climate change

is affecting their migration pattern

as well as their biology.

Let's add some visual aids.

Here we are and here are the whales.

- Can you tell if they're acting normal?

- Sadie to the wheelhouse.

Sadie to the wheelhouse.

Hi.

You all settled in?

It's kinda strange to be back.

Your mom and dad loved

the ocean as much as I do.

We got seawater in our veins, you and I.

Take the wheel.

I'm gonna try to get some rest.

Sadie...

don't let fear hold you down.

They wouldn't want that for you.

Ronelle, wake up!

It could be an old navy buoy.

Let's just check it out and then

we can throw it right back.

What is that?

Don't know,

the whales were attracted to it.

Whales? Why didn't you wake me?

Hey! Hey, that thing

could be a Jap sea mine.

Here, shoot video.

Sea mine wants to be invisible.

Blinking red light defeats the purpose, no?

Any more guesses?

Maybe Fukushima.

Lower it!

What do you think?

Well, it isn't new ice.

The older it is, the bluer it is.

What about this... satellite, maybe?

Can we kill the work lights,

get a spot on this?

Somewhere in the Bering Sea,

aboard the crabbing ship Harbinger.

Wait, hold on. Let's cut. Cut.

We are aboard the crabbing ship Harbinger,

somewhere in the Bering Sea.

Behind me, a mystery.

At this point, the contents

of this ice chunk are frozen in mystery.

The... back on me. The unmistakable

blue-ish hue you see here

tells us it is not a new piece of ice.

And here, keep me in the frame...

these rounded edges speak

of melting, not breaking off...

no doubt caused by climate change.

There's a palpable sense

of urgency, excitement

and perhaps, yes, trepidation.

Again, this is Dr. Stephen Lichte

aboard the Harbinger.

We'll be checking back in with you...

as the mystery reveals itself.

Great. I think we got it.

Control panel.

Some things should stay frozen.

Pop-Pop, look at this.

Is that an animal or something?

Soviet.

This thing's been frozen since the 80's.

We're gonna need to turn this

over to the authorities.

- No. It's property of the university.

- Bullshit. How do you figure?

Found by a University

representative, so...

It's safe to assume the Russians

are gonna want it back.

Correction. It's from the Soviet Union,

which no longer exists.

He's right, Pop-Pop. Salvage law,

whoever finds it, owns it.

Okay. Then it belongs to Sadie.

And everything on this ship

is under my control.

The weather's turning bad.

We're gonna knock the ice off.

And put this hunk of junk in the hold

and nobody's gonna touch it

until we get in Dutch Harbor.

Hold on a sec.

- Captain's orders.

- This may...

What part of this don't you comprehend?

Can he do that?

- You want me to keep rolling?

- Turn it off!

Roland, that storm's headed our way,

pushing ice. It's probably dragging our pots.

We're gonna wait it out in the shallows.

Burnt to a crisp.

Man, any way to die, but that.

All right. We gotta ice these crabs.

We're gonna be here a while.

Hey. Come on, careful with that.

You're gonna freeze us up into an Eskimo...

Eskimo pie. Yeah, I'm Inuit,

by the way, a**hole.

Yeah, but Inuit pie isn't as funny.

What the f***?

What's wrong with you, man?

That sh*t ain't funny!

Come on! Damn.

I got a heart condition. You can't be

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