Beast of the Bering Sea

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 bitch, 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 bitch.

Son of bitch 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 of one of your divers

washed up on the beach this morning.

Who are you?

I'm Megan Arthur, professor of marine biology from the U of A.

- How do you know it was our diver? - Diver's suit had your logo on it.

Where's the body?

- In my lab. - Excuse me?

If I let the coroner collect the body before I could properly research it,

his report would claim shark attack.

I believe this to be something other than a shark.

Something other?

I've been tracking this unknown predator

responsible for this large amount of seals washing up along the coast.

- Is that unusual? - It is.

Only because they've been exsanguinated.

- What the hell does that mean? - Entirely drained of blood.

And your diver is the first human casualty I'm aware of.

Damn sea vampires.

Sea vampires?

Don't listen to him.

They're a local legend.

And the key word being "legend."

Care to enlighten me?

I think I remember a little bit from elementary school.

It dates back to the 1800s, started by a wounded fisherman who washed ashore.

Locals say before he died

the fisherman claimed to have been attacked by a sea vampire.

A fanged, blood-drinking beast born beyond the icy depths.

I need to learn as much as I can about this legend.

Tourist center should have all the info you need.

All right. You can call me tomorrow about collecting the body.

Be careful out there.