"Yeah." "You better get down here." "It's not looking good." "On this "Gold Rush"" "There's nothing to even say about this 'cause of how big of a fuckup it is." "Parker is just too moody." "I can't read him." "Parker:" "Let's see what old Sluicifer done." "There's 50." "It's pretty obvious in these two cleanups that this is gonna be a pretty good fight till the end." "Looks like it's in pieces." "This fuckin' thing is heavy." "Kevin!" "Today will be the moment of truth when we look in that box." "Whoo-hoo!" "I really believe that Colorado gold is gonna save our season." "Shut it down!" "Todd:" "It's weird seeing all this gold and not having the guys with us." "It breaks my heart." "You know why I'm calling." "The Boundary Cut Extension's just been a real disappointment all around." "Narrator:" "This season, Parker has set a mammoth target..." "To mine 4,000 ounces of gold worth $4.8 million." "He's running two claims." "Rick must sluice 1,000 ounces from Indian River while Parker is aiming for 3,000 ounces from his Boundary Cut Extension at Scribner Creek." "But the cut is currently delivering only half the gold he needs." "Parker:" "You just keep putting more money and it's been, uh, a really tough run." "Yeah, go ahead." "Fuck!" "God damn it." "That is a monumental fuckup." "What'd you do?" "Brisebois:" "Backed in a little and then it was just little too far." "Next thing you know, it sunk." "You couldn't walk across that, like, with your legs... let alone a fuckin' excavator." "100% my fault." "Yeah, there's no doubt about that." "So are you gonna fire me over this?" "Uh, I haven't decided yet." "It really wasn't that bad when I got in there." "There's nothing to even say about this 'cause of how big of a fuckup up it is." "I agree." "Yeah, so just..." "Let's just keep our fuckin' mouth shut." "The swamp part is the no-go zone." "I didn't really... tell them that before they set out out here," "But, uh..." "I thought it was pretty self-explanatory." "It's a swamp." "Nice, huh?" "Mitch:" "No, not good at all." "My concern is, fuck, it's a lot of shit in the water and if it don't start, we're really in trouble then." "You know, if it won't start, it's definitely not coming out of there." "Narrator:" "The 52-ton excavator has been in the swamp, submerged up to its engine housing, for over an hour." "Parker:" "Mitch, Brennan, grab a couple hoes and help pull me out of here." "You ready?" "It just died." "Oh, this is gonna be bad." "Blaschke:" "You got your safety on!" "There you go." "We can get it." "Come on." "Fuck." "It's really leaning on this corner." "Move over this way." "Aw, man." "it's really leaning now." "Fuckin' stop." "Geez, fuck." "Well, I pulled out a lot of stuck machines in the mud, but not this bad." "It's suctioned in to the bottom." "It's all that mud." "It's like quicksand." "So you'll fuckin' sink instantly." "This isn't working." "There's so much mud in here." "We just got to get the mud out so we can break the suction." "It's gonna be messy." "Maybe we can just pull out some of this soft stuff here." "And then we kind of work this down a little bit" "Yeah." "Narrator:" "Mitch and Brennan must dig a hole beside the stranded excavator to allow air between the thick mud and the machine." "Nice mud." "We got to do this as fast as we can here 'cause, uh, the machine's sinking as we speak." "It's moving." "Come on." "Go, go, go." "Get in it, Parker." "Narrator:" "With the suction broken, Mitch and Brennan have one more shot at pulling the excavator free." "Parker:" "Come on, baby." "Come on." "Come on." "Come on." "Come on." "I should be able to make it." "Spin it." "I should be able to get out of here." "Whoo!" "Slick shit." "Did it." "I'm glad that worked." "Whoo, yeah." "Blaschke:" "No damage other than a door, it looks like." "So, uh, We got really lucky." "We could've lost that whole machine." "It could be scrap metal." "So..." "glad it came out as good as it did." "Whoo." "(laughter)" "That's awesome." "Narrator:" "The five remaining members of the Hoffman crew are at the Fairplay mine in Colorado." "Freddy threw us a lifeline, went out on a limb." "Narrator:" "It's Todd's last chance to dig himself out of debt." "Todd:" "But we ain't out of the woods yet." "Let's just hope that there's some damn gold with this dirt." "Today will be the moment of truth when we look in that box." "Narrator:" "Freddy is managing his plant, Rusty Red." "Hunter balls pay dirt from the stockpile." "Jack feeds the hopper." "And Jim Thurber is on tailings." "Thurber:" "Yeah, we definitely miss everybody." "We're just a band of brothers." "And, uh, half of 'em aren't here." "They need to be here." "That's all there is to it." "Narrator:" "After six weeks with no paycheck, the rest of the crew quit to find other work." "Todd:" "Here we are three days in." "We got to get gold in the box." "Shut her down, Todd." "See what the box looks like." "Hey, guys." "You ought to see this." "Whoo." "Look at that crap, buddy." "Wow." "Todd:" "That's what we were going for all summer." "It's weird seeing all this gold and not having the guys with us." "Breaks my heart." "All right, we got hammers?" "Let's pull 'em." "Awesome." "Narrator:" "Freddy found this claim to help Todd pay back the rest of his crew." "It's Freddy's wash plant and Todd's equipment." "But neither will be taking a cent until they pay the missing crew members the money they're owed in lost wages." "Freddy:" "All I really want to do is get gold in the guys' pockets." "Todd:" "You're right." "I really don't care if I lose money." "This whole thing, I'm taking it as my fault." "I just want to get these guys the gold that they need to make it through the winter." "Thurber:" "Okay." "Scoop number one, here we go." "Jack:" "Yeah, that doesn't look all that bad." "Yeah, there's a lot of gold on the table." "That's 1/2 inch deep." "Todd:" "What do we got?" "Thurber:" "Well, we haven't weighed it up yet." "Oh, ho." "Man." "That looks good." "Narrator:" "For Fairplay to be worth mining, Todd needs this cleanup to deliver around 40 ounces." "10, 15, 20, 25, 35... 40." "Come on, 50." "45." "40... 49.9." "Might as well call it 50." "Whoo." "Freddy:" "If you add my 19 to that, Todd, we've got almost 69 ounces of gold from Fairplay already." "Narrator:" "69 ounces is worth $80,000." "But after running costs, it will leave Todd around $20,000 towards the $150,000 he owes his crew." "Todd:" "Good gold." "Well, it looks good, but it's not enough." "Hunter:" "If we're gonna get gold to the guys, we're gonna need their help." "You know, just us, we're not gonna be able to get 'em anything." "Hunter's right." "We ain't gonna accomplish what we really need to do without more people." "We ain't gonna do it with us five." "If we'd had more guys, Todd, we'd have almost double that in the pan." "We're barely mining, but we're mining." "You know why I'm calling, Dave, is I need you back." "Dude, you're not telling me anything I don't know." "Come on." "Don't do this." "All right." "Bye." "How's it going, Todd?" "Well," "I tried." "I was hoping Dave would come." "Yeah, if Dave would've came," "I'll bet a bunch of them would've came." "Well, I don't know what we're gonna do." "We need to think of Plan "B."" "I don't know what plan "B" is, Todd." "But we need more people." "Yeah, I know." "Hey, Dave." "it's Freddy." "Narrator:" "At Eureka Creek, Tony's dredge is out of action." "He's still 223 ounces short of his 2,000-ounce, $2.4 million goal." "And with less than two months of the season remaining," "He's come up with a radical solution." "Tony already has a 25-year-old wash plant for Monica." "There's just one problem." "Looks like it's in pieces." "Half of them on the dredge, half of them are in piles waiting to be put there." "Oh." "So what'd you steal from me?" "Fuck." "That's a long list." "We stole those hoses and that pipe." "Also, all the matting is fuckin' gone." "Well, you're gonna have to get all those parts, put them back in and get this thing going again." "Kevin's gonna work for me this time." "I put it together." "Once it's running, that's her fuckin' problem." "I should be able to do that." "I...see no reason why not." "Narrator:" "Tony wants Monica to mine 1,800 feet downstream from the dredge on a good patch of proven ground known as the Center Cut." "To get Monica's operation up and running, Kevin needs to haul the wash plant 3,000 feet over an old tailings pile past the dredge to its new pad beside the settling pond and the Center Cut." "Hook the cables up and get the fuck out of here." "Beaudry:" "We're definitely gonna have to work in coordination with each other." "We'll pull it and, hopefully, we don't tear the fuckin' plant apart." "Narrator:" "It takes 1,100 horsepower, the combined strength of the D9 and the D10 dozer to pull the 50-ton wash plant through the soft ground." "This had better work." "Kevin:" "We got it here." "It was starting to fuckin' sink." "Fuck sakes." "You fuckin' kidding me?" "Narrator:" "The wash plant is in place, but it's wedged at an angle nose-down in the dirt." "It's all on fresh moved dirt." "So it's gonna dig in 'cause it's loose." "Fuck, trying to get it level is... is vital." "If we don't, within a week, we'll be down for the week." "Narrator:" "Mike brings in Tony's new pipe layer to lift the wash plant." "We're gonna hook it up to the pipe layer, lift the corner up, shovel a bunch of dirt underneath." "Narrator:" "The pipe layer can lift 51 tons, about the same weight as the wash plant." "This fuckin' thing is heavy." "Shit!" "We're running out of fuckin' choices." "What can we run in there that's gonna have the power to lift it?" "Beaudry:" "What I'm thinking is we can use the D9 ripper and lift that corner and put the side boom up here." "And with the two of them, they might lift it." "Kevin:" "We're gonna hook up with both the dozer and the pipe layer." "Hopefully, we can get it high enough." "Beaudry: [ laughs ]" "About time we lift this thing." "There it is." "She looks pretty fuckin' level this way." "Perfect." "It's a little blood, sweat and tears and we get what we want." "Fuckin A." "About fuckin' time." "You guys did good." "I'm..." "I'm impressed." "My cut's finally on its way to happening." "Is that what it's gonna be like every time I tell you to do something?" "Yeah." "Yeah, yeah." "Todd:" "I had no idea that this summer was gonna be this tough." "But we're gonna push through." "We're gonna try to make this work." "One... one way or another, we got to make this work." "Narrator:" "The last five members of the Hoffman crew are struggling to run their new operation at the Fairplay mine in Colorado." "Hunter:" "It's good gold for what yards we're running, but it's not a ton of gold." "Seems like 75% of the stuff we're running is pure rock." "Todd:" "Dad!" "We got a huge pile on top of them grizzly bars." "I'll tell you what." "This feeder is not used to this kind of rock." "Narrator:" "The grizzly can't deal with this number of mid-sized rocks." "They're jamming up." "Todd:" "The rocks are stacking in there." "They're not letting the pay get through the grizzly bars." "We're not running dirt, we're losing gold." "Okay, guys." "Just scraping it off." "Todd:" "Y'all ready?" "Hey, guys, uh, these rocks are backing up." "Thurber:" "Once you start pushing rocks at an angle, it's shoving that rock down into the grizzly." "This is not working." "I don't know what to do." "You're gonna have to figure something out." "Hey, Dad, why don't we, uh, what if we brought in the 300, the long boom and we scraped the rocks off the grizzly with that?" "Todd:" "Let's go for it." "Todd:" "My Dad's tooth bucket was pushing the rocks into the grizzly bars" "And getting 'em stuck." "So I got this long stick 300." "I'm gonna bring it in, have Freddy scrape it, 'cause it's got a flat bucket." "I think he can pull all the rocks off." "I'm really having a hard time judging my distance here." "It's like trying to do surgery with a... with a butcher knife." "Freddy:" "This is gonna be a pain in the ass." "But I'll get it figured out." "Nailed it." "Dump 'em, Jack." "Is that working?" "It's hauling ass." "Jack:" "Pay's going on down." "We're rocking and rolling." "We're just gonna have to scrape the grizzly bars with this once in a while." "It's gonna be a lot of..." "A lot of work going back and forth." "Whatever we need to do out here." "Narrator:" "At Eureka Creek, the dredge is out of action." "So Tony has put Monica in charge of getting a traditional mining operation up and running." "It's kind of nice to finally be working on, you know, my own shit." "I'm a simple woman." "All I need to be happy is to move dirt." "But Kevin's dredge is down." "So it puts a lot of pressure on me getting gold." "Narrator:" "While Monica strips her new Center Cut, brother Kevin is racing to resurrect a wash plant." "Kevin:" "Right now, we don't have anything running." "Time isn't really on our side anymore." "We just gotta get it fuckin' going." "Narrator:" "To load the wash plant, Tony has promised Monica a second excavator." "Monica:" "Good." "We're just about ready to go here, but I'm missing a hoe." "Mm-hmm." "Yeah?" "Is that a thing?" "If you say so." "Narrator:" "First task..." "Remove the main pin securing the crane boom." "Hit it like you got a pair." "Beaudry:" "We were just, uh, had a little issues getting the pins out." "A little rusty, some of them that had been exposed to the weather." "They're giving us troubles coming out." "Cheeseman:" "I think the only way we're gonna get this pin out is to use a 110 press and hydraulic pressure." "Narrator:" "Gene's plan...weld a nut to the end of the pin and screw in a long bolt attached to a hydraulic ram." "A large steel cylinder holds the ram from the arm of the pipe layer." "As the ram extends, it pushes the cylinder against the pipe layer arm and should pull the pin out of the socket." "Got it?" "Okay." "Okay, she's all yours, man." "Ready?" "Yep." "Aw." "Oh fuck." "Monica:" "Oh, you fucked it." "Kevin:" "Well, that didn't work very fuckin' well, did it?" "Narrator:" "The weld on the nut failed, causing the long bolt to sheer off." "And now we got the fuckin' thing stuck in there." "Cheeseman:" "What's taking you so fuckin' long?" "Their only option..." "Weld the bolt back together." "Ready?" "Okay." "Yep." "Yep, here she comes." "Yeah, she's coming now." "Whoo-hoo." "Whoo-hoo." "Awesome." "Cheeseman:" "You know, a little perseverance, we got it out." "So.." "Got it done." "It took longer than we wanted, but it's done." "So ready to start putting it back together now." "Let's get to work." "Monica:" "That's neat." "Everything went pretty good, considering..." "And didn't break anything, and we're ready to go." "Monica:" "This pipe layer's cool." "We got to get that wash plant running." "Yesterday isn't soon enough." "Things have been good the last few days, so uh," "Yeah, we just added another shift and, should double our goal." "Narrator:" "Rick Ness is starting his second week running pay dirt at Indian River." "To stay on track for his 1,000 ounces towards Parker's 4,000-ounce season goal, he's planning to sluice around the clock." "Run time's been good during the day." "There's no reason it shouldn't be at night." "There's a lot of good gold in the ground." "Uh, can't really change anything except add more hours to it." "So... we're adding the night shift tonight and we're just gonna try to run this thing as much as we can." "What's up?" "We got a problem with the water pump." "Aw, for fuck sake." "Well, we got to shut it down and find out why." "Copy that." "Narrator:" "Only half the normal volume of water is running through the plant." "Blaschke:" "This is rock right off the bottom deck of the screen." "And as you can see, we still got lots of fines on it here." "The biggest problem is we don't have the water coming through at the volume and the pressure to clean the rock." "And, uh, that means we probably got lots of gold just rolling right on out." "So...yeah." "Shut all this off." "Narrator:" "The pump at the intake pond is capable of pumping 5,000 gallons of water per minute." "Blaschke:" "It has a regen system." "It's giving us some issues right now." "Narrator:" "But because of a computer malfunction, it's moving only a fraction of that." "Hey." "How's it going?" "Some problems with the pump." "That's not fuckin' good." "No, I know." "We have to do something." "Hopefully, Mitch can get, uh, that pump back online." "Well, you have to be sluicing by the night shift, so just make it happen." "All right." "Yeah, it's probably gonna be a good 4, 5 days, even a week before I get parts for our pump," "So I found, uh, a neighbor who was willing to lend me one." "Narrator:" "At Indian River, Rick is under pressure." "His pump is down and Parker wants him sluicing again in time for the night shift." "Uh, major setbacks today." "It's 1,000 ounces." "It was looking good." "Now it's looking bad." "I tell you what, though." "We shut down for 4 or 5 days," "There's absolutely no way we're gonna get there." "I honestly don't know, uh, um, how Parker views me." "If... if it's just as a friend or a colleague." "It's, uh, it's..." "It always seems different." "I don't know." "Depending on his mood, he's just too moody." "I can't read him." "Hey, Clint." "Are you kidding me?" "It was last used three years ago." "But it's just got a tree growing through it now." "Well, if it runs, it'll get me out of a jam for a couple of days." "Hopefully, it works for you." "Yeah." "Narrator:" "It's 5:00 p.m.," "Just 3 hours till the night crew is due to start the shift." "And Mitch still needs to hook the pump up to Big Red." "This is like going from a sports car to a pedal car." "You know, it's just a temporary, uh, fix." "It's been sitting for a lot of years and, uh, just trying to get some life back in it." "Hopefully, we can start sluicing today." "Better than sitting idle for days." "Oh, yeah." "[ engine cranking ]" "All right." "So, we went to fire the pump up." "Noticed it isn't wanting to run." "Well, the fuel system was hooked up to an auxiliary tank." "So we've got to plumb our lines here into the fuel tank." "Definitely is not gonna run... without any fuel." "Narrator:" "The fuel line has been modified to connect to an auxiliary tank." "They're not using an external tank." "So Mitch needs to reconnect the pipe to the pump's internal tank before it can run." "If we had a better option, we'd definitely be using it and taking it right now." "But this is all we got." "So we're gonna try and make something out of nothing here." "Put pickups in and rerouted the lines back to the original tank." "Oh, yeah." "that's feeling good." "[ engine cranking ] [ engine starts ]" "Yeah, it's going." "Come on, baby." "Ha ha ha ha." "Pumping water now." "She's back up and running." "Back up to speed." "Narrator:" "Big Red once again has 1,500 gallons of water per minute running through the sluices." "All right, here we go." "First scoop of the night shift." "Let's get some gold here." "We are sluicing." "Hey." "How's it going?" "It's doing the job." "There's some water." "It's nice." "Is he gonna make it through the night?" "Yeah, it's good run time." "I mean, We're 20, 22, 23 hours a day." "Better to be putting in laps than, uh, sitting in the pits." "Oh, for sure, man." "We're making money instead of not making money." "Getting gold." "You's did a good job, guys." "Hey, chick." "What's up?" "Narrator:" "Monica Beets is starting her own operation to help her father, Tony, reach his 2,000-ounce, $2.4 million season goal." "You ready to go or what?" "Of course." "Beaudry:" "Everything's ready to fuckin' fire up." "Narrator:" "Kevin and Mike have finished restoring the 25-year-old wash plant." "No time like the present, right?" "Let's see if she fires." "All right." "If you could do the pump, Mike, I'd love to see this thing fuckin' running." "Fuck." "I'll get on that." "Thanks, Brah." "Good to go, Kevin." "Wow." "Ready or not, here comes the water." "Kevin:" "Shit." "We got fuck all here, Mike." "No water at all." "Kevin!" "It's a piece of shit." "Well, we got a little bit of a leak." "Shut her down." "The pipeline here burst apart." "How fucked were the shitty bolts?" "The bolt's threads are fucked." "Mike's fixing those up." "Narrator:" "A bolt has failed on the clamp holding together two sections of 18-inch cast-iron pipe." "Yeah, that whole pipeline split." "So now we got to fuckin' run to pull that shit back together." "We got to get that wash plant running now." "I mean, it's the end of the season." "I got to make money." "Everybody else has." "Narrator:" "It's a simple fix..." "Replace the stripped bolt and refit the gasket and clamp." "It's as good as it's gonna get." "Kevin!" "Finally, it is the moment of truth." "Monica:" "Whoo." "Awesome." "It is nice to start sluicing." "Everybody kind of knows what their job is." "And Dad's pretty adamant about getting this fuckin' 2,000-ounce goal done." "So my crew and I are going to push through and get these 2,000 ounces." "If I can help him achieve that, I'll be pretty happy." "Narrator:" "22-year-old Monica is finally up and running with her own operation." "Thanks, guys." "Anytime." "It's your baby now." "We put it together." "You gonna make it run." "No, I see." "You made it run," "But I'll make it produce." "Oh, I get one, too." "Ow, shit." "Fuck, now he's was working out like a freight train." "Hey." "How's it going?" "Good to see ya." "Todd's called me." "He wants us back." "Has he called any of you guys?" "Pierce:" "He's talking about Colorado, Dave." "That's further from home, It's more risk." "Poulson:" "It's a big gamble." "I've got a baby due in a few months." "I can't be taking gambles at this point." "Just heard it and seen it all before." "There's gold there." "I'm not going on Todd's word." "I'm going on Freddy's word." "Panful of gold." "Narrator:" "With just a third of the season left," "Parker is less than halfway to his 4,000-ounce, $4.8 million goal." "Since you beat us last time, you're up first, Rick." "Uh-oh." "To stay on track for Indian River's 1,000-ounce target, Rick needs just over 100 ounces." "Indian River." "Count it out, Rick." "Alright." "Here's 20, 30, 40..." "There's 100." "Broke 100." "Yep." "106." "There you go." "106 on the button." "Holy crap." "Nice." "Ooh, a nice little nugget in there, too." "Narrator:" "$125,000 worth of gold." "That's just over an ounce an hour." "Mitch:" "I mean, we had some downtime with the pump." "Yeah, it's too bad about that pump," "But it's just got a lot of new, fancy stuff on it that the Yukon likes to chew up and spit out." "Yeah." "We can still get..." "we can still get to 1,000." "Oh, yeah." "Good job, Rick." "Yeah." "All right." "All right." "Let's see what old Sluicifer done." "Narrator:" "Last week, Parker got less gold than Rick." "To save face, he needs to beat Rick's 106 ounces." "There's 50, 80, 100..." "Oh, you're over." "Oh, yeah." "What is it?" "116.8." "Shuka!" "(Laughter)" "10-ounce difference, huh?" "10 ounce." "Yeah." "That's from Sluicifer." "Shit." "Yeah." "We... we're..." "We're kind of celebrating two not great cleanups." "For the hours we ran, that still should be twice that." "Narrator:" "116 ounces is worth around $140,000." "But to reach his season goal, Parker needs Sluicifer to deliver over 200 ounces every week." "Yeah, I mean, this is our best cleanup yet from that Boundary Cut Extension." "And it's still half of what we need." "Yeah." "Fuck" "Parker:" "We've been cursed this week." "Pumps failing and excavators in the fuckin' swamp." "Still got a lot of gold to find." "It's a long ways to 4,000 ounces." "Narrator:" "Todd and Freddy have started producing gold from their new Colorado operation with the aim of paying their old crew the money Todd owes them." "They've earned it." "They just need to get paid." "We spend more time with the crew than our families at home." "So when we're not together, [chokesup ] itjustdoesn'tseemright." "Shit." "Stop feeding it." "What?" "Get a fuckin radio." "Shut it off." "Fuck man." "Fuck." "Freddy:" "Big-ass rock got in there and blew a hole in the conveyor." "Damn it." "We're screwed." "The pay dirt may have quite a bit of gold in it." "But if we don't get it run through the plant, doesn't matter." "So the rocks are tearing up the belt." "We're gonna have to figure out how to peel 'em out." "Narrator:" "Working solo to come up with a fix, Freddy faces an uphill battle to get the plant back up and running." "Freddy:" "Time to fix it right." "Can't keep doing this." "Hopefully, it keep those damn rocks from getting in that tail-wheel." "[ horn honking ]" "Subs by Jack T" "What the heck?" "What the heck's going on?" "Todd:" "This is a surprise." "What are you guys doing here?" "Tony:" "Watch yourself." "On the next "GoldRush"..." "Tony:" "Not the cleanest head, the lowest head." "Now we're gonna see some commotion at Thistle Creek." "This is the whole plan." "Named it double trouble." "Todd:" "We need this thing to work." "It's not exactly what I expected." "This week needs to be a 200-ounce week." "We just got to crank everything to 11." "What the fuck." "Hey, Chris." "Look at the tailings." "Doumitt:" "Andrew." "No, no, no, no."