Edgar Hansen’s Lie About His Back Injury ANGERS Sig! | Deadliest Catch

On the 125 ft [Music] Northwestern 62, 62—that’s exactly the number that we’re looking for. Captain Sig Hansen and crew continue their sleepless grind to fill the tanks with Reds.

“If we can get twice through the gear with a decent average, you know, we can fill this thing. That’s the goal. Almost there, almost.”

“We’re definitely on the red crab grind. Very big quota coming up for Beedy. After king crab, Edgar’s got something to look forward to. He’s the one who wanted to sit in the chair and run the show, so perfect opportunity.”

Below deck, the grueling hours are taking a toll on Deck Boss Edgar Hansen’s injured back.

“It’s just shooting pain, man. Down the back of my arm, all the way down. I know it’s just… I just don’t want to say anything to Sig yet.”

So far, he’s kept Big Brother Sig in the dark.

“Can’t sit out there and complain about it. It’s not what we do. But the worst part is, when it hurts the most is when I’m sitting in that chair.”

Five days ago, they almost got 200,000 lb of crab to catch after a massive increase in the Beedy quota.

“We’re going to fish the king and then we got to jump in as soon as we can and get you going on that Beedy. Sig granted Edgar’s wish to take on a bigger role in the family business.”

“We’ll give it a shot. You don’t know what you’ve caught. I mean, that’s money. This isn’t just a little food scrap that’s been tossed to him. It’s a very decent-sized quota with some decent money at stake. And with that, it’s his responsibility to go get it.”

“Now’s the time for Edgar to show himself what he’s actually made of. Where’s Edgar Hansen? Can you have him come up here?”

“What’s going on out there?”

“He’s taking a couple pots off. His back’s out.”

“Can you have him come up here please?”

“Alright, what’s going on?”

“Now in his bunk. He was in the bunk, his back’s… see, he’s getting more uncomfortable.”

“More uncomfortable?”

“Yeah.”

“Oh, you’re missing the show, man. What is it? Why are you in your bunk?”

“You know, I got a bad back.”

“What’s wrong with your back?”

“Shooting pain in the back, shoulder blades, and arm. Everything just falls asleep.”

“How long has this been going on?”

“Been a couple weeks before we got up here.”

“Yeah, I didn’t know. You didn’t tell me. I can’t believe it’s the end of the trip and I’m hearing about this. You know, you signed a contract before you came up. It says ‘Are you fit for duty?’ and you said yes. All I know is you got over $400,000 on the line. There’s another 400 grand on this boat that you’re supposed to go get. All I can tell you now is I can’t… I can’t drive. I couldn’t drive right now if you want me to.”

“You mean you can’t even sit in a chair and run a boat?”

“No.”

“So what you’re telling me is I’m going to run the boat for Beedy? That’s what you’re telling me?”

“We’re almost done with our king crab season and then the last guy I expected to throw a monkey wrench in the works is you.”

“A few days in Dutch is what I need.”

“Anybody else bailed on you, but I’m not trying to. I want to be here.”

“You can’t bail. It’s your boat. It’s your business.”

“Yes, what I said. If it was anybody else, that would… damn it. Alright, well sorry I didn’t tell you sooner. It is what it is right now.”

“What better than I expected, actually. God, kill me now.”

“No. I think he gets it. I think he’s at the age now too where, you know, your family should matter.”

“So yes, this is family. Yes, I do care. But at the same time, I want to succeed. He’s putting himself first before this business, and I think that’s what’s bothering me. I’m losing my sympathy here. If this was a corporate office, he would have been gone like that. Maybe it’s his last crab trip for all I know.”

85 miles southeast in Sand Point, Alaska, unbelievable. Once again, nothing is happening on the Cornelia Marie. Boat owner Josh Harris and crew still haven’t started their motor or their season.

“If we don’t get out there, we’re going to be bankrupt. This has been the season from hell for us.”

Over the past [Music] week, a busted Ford main water pump and missing parts…

“The rings, the piston rings are not here.”

…has put the Cornelia Marie’s $800,000 season in jeopardy.

“We’re still tied to the dock, praying that this part makes it in time. We need to leave. We need to leave now. We’re broke. We’re all going broke. Stuck out here, tied to the dock, ain’t nothing going on.”

Joining the ranks of the stranded crew, former Time Bandit Deck Boss Scotty Hillstrand…

“Sitting around, that was the plan. Come out here, just throw the lines, go fishing, fly back home right before Halloween. Hundreds and hundreds of miles away from our grounds. We still got a week before we can even get there though.”

“That’s so bad.”

After 3 days of waiting, the missing engine parts arrive.

“Get her installed. Get this thing running. We got the part! We got the part, brother!”

“Yeah, right. We got the part. Now, hopefully everything gets put together and works right. Now we’ve just received our part and we are waiting currently for them to install it so we can turn the motor over and see if it all runs up to par.”