Trawler Fishing World's Toughest Jobs

This programme contains strong language

For many young Brits, life has never been more of a struggle.

There isn't any opportunities, there isn't any jobs.

They may be broke...

Well, that's my money gone, going on a bet.

I've never been in so much debt in my life.

..stuck in a rut...

Why get up early? I haven't got anything to get up early for.

..or just want more.

Two days a week I have to do this, digging shit out of a hole!

But now...

..they have the chance of escape.

Around the world, there are manual jobs

where young people can strike payday gold.

Definitely some good money to be earned.

It comes down to the individual and how much money do you want to make.

The sky's the limit.

You work hard, you're going to make the money.

The catch? They're some of the toughest jobs on the planet.

Covered in cow shit 24-7.

And if they're not shitting on you, they're running at you!

Today they would have cried like little bitches.

They would have cried like that there.

Now, young Brits in need of a cash injection...

I'm not coming home until I have that money.

..are being given the chance to earn the big bucks.

-Oh, why the

-BLEEP

-did I sign up for this?!

Getting kicked, getting head-butted...

Mental!

And it could change more than just their bank balance.

Who would have thought I'd be doing that ever in my lifetime?

The question is...

Can they stand the pace?

Now you're working three steps below everyone.

No walking. I want you running the whole day.

I just want to head-butt him so badly!

Or will the punishing world of manual labour...

I can't handle this, it's hurting me.

..send them screaming back to the UK?

Argh...!

I can't do it.

I've tried!

Meet Jess, Jamie and Carl.

Three young people desperate to sort out their finances

and get their lives back on track.

I've got debt. I've got store cards. Credit card. I've got an overdraft.

Cheers, thanks a lot.

I've got myself into this kind of situation.

I need to get myself out of it.

It's hard financially

to provide for my kids.

Is that nice?

I want them to see that I worked hard

to give them what I would like to give them.

My main motivation in life has always been money.

I'm here to make a million.

And when I get to that million, I'm making three million.

Now, in a bid to try and earn some serious money,

they've each signed up for a job that can pay very well,

if they can hack it.

Deep-sea fishing in the Arctic.

It's one of the most dangerous jobs known to man.

There's many casualties every year.

Fires, explosions, things falling on your head, chains snapping.

It's gruelling, back-breaking work in freezing conditions

and there's no escape.

It's like being in a prison, but you haven't done anything wrong.

The young Brits will have to deal with an endless avalanche of fish,

gutting them by hand,

alongside some hardened pros.

It literally is gut-wrenching!

There's days when you think, what am I doing here?

Working round the clock for weeks on end,

this is cold, dirty, smelly work.

But it comes with one major bonus.

Paydays!

Every year, this multimillion pound industry

attracts young people from all over Europe,

who can earn up to £75,000 for just six months' work.

I hate not having money.

I'm not coming home until I have that money.

But can the trio of Brits cope with the gruelling conditions

and weeks out at sea?

This the closest I've been to a fish.

It's in my heart. I can feel it.

I can feel it in my plums!

I absolutely hate fish. I hate anything under the sea.

With no visa required,

the trainees are heading for the frozen fjords of Norway

and the port city of Tromso.

After a four-hour flight, Jess, Jamie and Carl touch down.

And waiting for them is their new boss Jan Roger.

-Hello, welcome.

-Nice to meet you.

I see you have a black eye. What happened?

-Er...I fell.

-You fell.

-Yeah.

Oh, no, no. This is wrong.

You're my employee, but you have to be honest to me.

-I got punched in the face.

-You got punched in the face. OK.

-How come?

-In a nightclub.

Nice to meet you.

Welcome to Tromso.

-Hi. You all right? Nice to meet you.

-Nice to meet you, too.

I literally cannot believe how cold it is.

I've got no socks on because I thought, oh, it'll be fine.

I got out the plane, I was like...hood up.

I'm used to the mountains, just not used to the snow.

The Rhonda Valley in Wales...

Home to 24-year-old unemployed fashionista, Jamie.

There's people around you

who walk around in tracksuits with no teeth.

But I'd walk around in a onesie and people look at me like an alien.

Taking pride in my appearance is very, very important to me.

The amount of people that say, "Oh, you're covered in fake tan."

I don't wear fake tan.

All right, I go on sunbeds and, like, my tan isn't real,

but it's not fake.

Hi, Mam, you all right?

Yeah.

Luckily for Jamie, his mum Tina is a beauty therapist.

-Oh, it don't hurt.

-Mum, it does hurt, though!

He wants the best of everything.

Jamie's like two years in advance on fashion.

He's, like, on London fashion.

-Yeah, can I get them in a size eight, please?

-Yeah, that's fine.

I probably would say that I'm addicted to buying clothes.

Probably 30% of this wardrobe I probably don't even own,

because it's all store cards.

But his passion for fashion has come with a hefty price tag.

With all my debt, I try not to think about it too much

because it stresses me out,

but it's roughly about 11 grand, including my car and things.

My mum and dad wouldn't be too happy if they knew, to be fair.

What have you got on store cards now, then?

How much debt have you got?

I don't know. I genuinely don't know. I'm not sure.

Jamie, who still lives at home, used to work as a phone salesmen,

but was recently made redundant.

Living in an area where youth unemployment

is almost twice the national average,

he's determined to make as much as he can as a fisherman.

There isn't any opportunities, there isn't really any jobs

and there's nothing really to do, like, to get out of the valleys.

But, working on a fishing trawler

is going to be a huge challenge for Jamie.

I've been on a pedal boat. But that's about it.

-So, you don't travel lightly.

-No.

Right.

This is my weekend bag.

What on earth did you bring? OK.

Before they start work, Jan Roger wants to make sure

the new recruits understand what they're letting themselves in for.

It's a hard job. It's a risky job.

It's a dangerous job.

You're going to be deprived of sleep.

You're going to be seasick.

You're going to be tired. As tired as you've never been before.

Your hands are going to be aching. Your legs are going to be aching.

If you think you're not up to it...

..you have to let me know now.

If you're up to it, you will get paid £3,000 in total.

Oh, my God!

In the end, if you do really good...

..you will have an opportunity to get a permanent job.

A fisherman on board last year made £75,000...

..for six months' work.

What? Are you serious, bro?

I just care about this money, I need this money.

I just need to take it home to my kids.

I want to go on holiday. I want to do my house up. Got so much to do.

21-year-old Jess is from Hertfordshire.

My two gorgeous daughters mean everything to me.

They are my life.

Being a single mum is very lovely,

but I'm very proud of myself with bringing them up.

I'm proud with who they are and their personalities.

Jess has always tried to work

but with few qualifications,

ends up on the minimum wage

and struggles to stay motivated.

How's it going at the newsagent's, Jess?

Yeah, it's going OK. But I've quit.

-Why?

-Because of the way they treat me.

Just felt like I was doing too much hard work for the minimum wage.

Jess has always struggled with authority,

which may be an added challenge for her at sea.

Jess can be confrontational and she wouldn't back down.

So, I don't know,

the fears would be that she doesn't see it through

because she would regret that.

Can I have kisses before you get into bed?

Because I can't reach you up there.

Love you.

Jess is hoping that three weeks at sea,

with her family looking after the girls,

will be a sacrifice worth making.

I would like to have my own money, not needing to rely on benefits.

And that's why I'm taking this opportunity.

Mwah!

Love you.

Jess, along with Jamie and Carl,

will be working on board one of the most successful trawlers in Norway,

the Hermes.

As the crew prepare for departure,

it's an opportunity for the trainees to suss out their shipmates,

led by Captain Ausmund.

Good morning.

Here is most of the guys.

Not all of them, but most of them.

New fishermen regularly join the Hermes crew,

but the majority have worked together for years.

Definitely don't look like some people you find at sea but...

..maybe town people can get along with us.

But I think the seasick is going to take them down first.

Yes...

But with departure looming,

all Jess can think about are her girls back home.

Hello, Alisha.

It's Mummy.

Hello.

Are you?

I'm going to be back soon.

I'm going to be back soon. I'm going to take you on holiday.

On the aeroplane.

I love you.

During her time at sea,

Jess will need to rely on her new workmates for support.

-No!

-Come here...

8am the next morning

and it's all hands on deck as the Hermes prepares to leave port.

Now we are up going.

The boat won't dock again

until she's caught 450,000 kilos of cold-water white fish.

This is it.

You scared?

Unless it's a life or death emergency, there's no escape.

Oh, fuck, I'm in the sea.

Oh, yeah, I could from here, couldn't I?

What are you guys thinking?

Oh, shit!

There's no going back now kind of thing.

I just hope we get there safely and get back safely and no problems.

Innit?

But one trainee can't wait to get stuck in.

I'm well up for it now. It's real. It's happening.

Now it's like it's on.

Now it feels like it's going to be good.

21-year-old Carl from West London has huge ambitions.

My goal in life is to be a millionaire by the age of 26.

And that's it. That's why... That's my drive every day.

He's focusing on a career in music

and is already making a name for himself as a competitive beatboxer.

And people go, "What the hell was that? Was that a drum machine?"

"No, that was my voice."

Until he hits the big time, Carl's working in a bar.

Oh...

But he's not always been so focused.

My childhood was quite angry.

The first secondary school I went to, I got into a lot of fights,

got into a lot of arguments.

The second school I went to, I had to prove that I was someone,

so I got into more fights.

Then the third school you go to, you've had so many fights,

they know you, they want to fight, it's just like,

oh, fuck, this is long. This is so long!

And then, by that time, I started going down the naughty road.

I tried to make friends.

The easiest way to make friends is drugs.

I stole money from my house to fund it.

After a turbulent five years, Carl hit rock bottom.

It was only then that he managed to kick the habit.

But he'd lost the faith of his parents.

I think it was to do with selfishness where he went wrong.

I hope for him that it's in the past

and, you know, he learned from it.

But who knows?

Who knows?

By working as a trawlerman,

Carl isn't just looking for a big payday.

He wants to prove to his parents that he has turned his life around.

-Yeah.

-Yeah?

Actions speak louder than words.

That's what will build the trust of my mother and father.

This is a physical job.

You've got to be able to do it for a certain amount of time.

Maybe it's not for you.

I mean, you have never worked 12 hours on the trot of hard work.

What are you on about?

Well, we'll soon see, won't we?

Yeah.

Back in the Arctic Circle,

the Hermes is heading for the Barents Sea

and its abundant fishing grounds.

I'm just hope, praying, praying and praying and praying

that I'm not going to get ill.

I want to throw up a million times!

Urgh...! Here. One here.

Urgh...! Again here.

Urgh...!

As the ship leaves the sanctuary of the tranquil fjords

and hits open ocean,

Carl learns the hard way that seasickness is no laughing matter.

CARL IS VIOLENTLY SICK

VOMITING CONTINUES

Are you OK, Carl?

Urgh...!

Oh, I'm feeling pretty shit.

It only took two hours, then they got sick.

But Jess, at least, has found her sea legs.

Tomorrow morning, the first catch of the trip will be on board

and the trainees will have to start work,

sick or not.

Morning, everybody.

The time's now ten-past.

Wakey-wakey, egg and bakey.

Oh, can you shut up!

Morning, J. How are you feeling?

I feel well weak, though.

The nets have been out trawling all night

and they've bagged a six-tonne haul of cod and haddock.

Here it comes. Look how many there are.

That one's alive.

The most fish I've ever seen. Look at them!

Time for the rookie crew to get working...

..two decks below, in the factory.

Here, tonnes of fish must be gutted,

sorted and processed as quickly as possible

to hit targets and not lose money.

And the man in charge of this fast, well-organised production line

is factory manager Wolfgang.

Are we ready?

-Yeah!

-We're all ready!

Down here, you have to cope with whatever Wolfgang throws at you...

..and that includes gutting some very big fish.

One for you.

Yeah. Lift it up.

Come on. Cut.

JESS YELPS

That's fine.

This is clean.

After the fish have bled out,

they end up on the grading table,

where they're sorted and have any remaining intestines removed.

Jess and Jamie start here,

under the watchful eye of fellow Brit, Ian,

who has worked on the Hermes for two years.

The next phase of production is to freeze the clean fish

and this is where Carl begins, working alongside Frank.

1 to 2.5 kilos.

But less than an hour into their first six-hour shift,

they're already finding the conditions hard to stomach.

We're at the bottom of the boat.

It's constantly rocking, like this,

so you constantly feel ill from seasick.

The smell is absolutely disgusting

because you've got thousands and thousands of fish.

And then, you're physically pulling their guts out

and it just makes you feel ill.

But Carl is determined not to show any weakness.

I just don't want to be so sick that I can't work

and lose respect of the crew.

Because I have to work.

That's my main, like, fear.

Jess isn't showing quite the same dedication.

Wolfgang, can I have a drink and a fag, please?

On a ship, it's important to follow orders,

but she's in no mood to toe the line.

I don't care what they say.

Fucking hate this place!

Oh!

After her ten-minute unsolicited break,

Jess returns to her post alongside Ian and Jamie,

who are filling freezers with the fish they gutted this morning.

And Jess isn't the only one failing to impress her new colleagues.

Why's there guts and shit in here?

This is supposed to be gutted properly.

That means less money.

When the buyer sees it, he says,

"What's going on here? I'm going to check for this."

Now we've got to sit and sort it!

Coming from a situation

where you've never done anything like this before,

to be thrown into this at the deep end is really difficult.

There's no need to have an attitude problem with me.

I'm here. I'm trying to do my best.

I'm trying to show willing. I'm trying to help you out.

Don't throw it in my face and make me look like a dickhead.

It's the end of their six-hour shift

and a chance for the newbies to reflect

on their first taste of commercial fishing.

It's so sad to know that we're killing all these innocent fish.

You're making emotional attachments to the fish. It's just...

But they're probably chilling.

They're probably chilling like we do.

Two hours ago, they were swimming round the Arctic, loving life.

Yeah, enjoying life.

Like, blah, blah, blah...

And then us fucking lot

have fucking come and killed them all, do you know what I mean?

And then if they thought, two hours ago,

that they was going to be ripped out,

they'd be tamping.

Wouldn't they? They would have been tamping.

Do you know what? I think it's a lot better the heads are off.

If they had their head on, I'd feel a lot more sad.

The crew work six hours on, six hours off, round the clock,

every day for weeks on end.

Help me out, Wolfgang.

Well, now, we're going to have a good meal and then...

There's no way I can even think of food right now.

..a small rest and then we are back in business.

It's a demanding schedule

but, even in downtime, Carl can only think of one thing.

I'm researching on how to make nets on the internet.

And how to fix nets.

But...

..this is harder than I thought it would be.

At the moment, I don't want to focus on making friends.

I want to focus on getting my job right.

I think I have to prove myself.

While, in the ship's mess,

Jess is finding slightly less-productive ways

to fill her time.

# Do you want to build a snowman?

# Never see you any more...

Oh, my God, you've lost the plot!

# Going far

# Do you want to build a snowman?

# Snowman. #

The Hermes fishes around the clock.

-TANNOY:

-Last call.

40 past 7.

Wakey-wakey.

-Wakey-wakey...

-I'm awake!

After a short rest, a night shift begins.

And waiting for the trainees is a fresh seven-tonne haul.

Once the fish are frozen,

they're tagged and stacked into the cargo hold,

an enormous freezer, where the temperature is minus 25.

Tonight, Carl is working down there,

keen to prove to Thomas his seasickness is a thing of the past.

Yeah, I'm enjoying it.

What more can I say? I'm working. That's what I came here to do.

Takes a little time to get, you know, used to the...

Yeah, definitely. It's all technique. I feel strong now.

I feel better.

Better!

So good!

Jess is with Ian removing fish guts

and, at last, she's found a rhythm.

Very good.

She's doing much better this shift.

She seems a lot more interested and a bit of encouragement than...

Aye, she can definitely pick up the pace.

You need to be trying to do that the whole time.

All this hard work is for the kids.

I'll pull out guts and jump off a bridge for them.

But Jamie, who's supposed to be stacking freezers,

is struggling to adjust to his new surroundings.

And boss Wolfgang can't afford delays.

-Yeah, but I don't know which freezer you're talking about.

-Come on.

It's definitely the hardest thing that I've ever done.

I'm just trying to keep positive.

I know that I'm my own worst enemy

and as soon as I'm going to be doubting myself,

that I'm not going to be able to do this...

And I don't want to get to that point.

The trainees are halfway through their first week

and have already chalked up 40 hours processing fish.

And Carl's enthusiasm for the job is paying off.

Being told to gut and decapitate the larger fish isn't a punishment,

it's a sign of trust.

This job means so much to me.

I just mean in life, like,

everything I want to do...

..is make a million.

A lot of people I know just plod through everyday life,

just breathing.

I don't breathe.

I do breathe, but...

..my breath is success.

Jamie hasn't set his sights quite so high.

He's struggling with the basics.

I could never cut the heads off. Never.

-Never.

-Have you ever tried?

No. And I ain't going to.

You have to try. It's part of the job.

I don't think I physically could. No way.

I don't care. I can't do that.

And Jamie's not the only one who's got the wobbles.

How's it going, princess fish guts?

I can't do no more guts. No more, no jokes.

Come on, Jess.

Sorry, I can't do it no more.

Don't let the team down.

I've done so well. I can't.

This is the wall, innit?

Just break through, push through this and just carry on.

I'm not. I refuse.

Man the fuck up. Just do it.

I want to swap. Let's swap with thingy.

He can do the guts now. I want to do the freezer.

-You want to do the freezer?

-Yeah. I want to do something different.

I can't deal with doing no more guts.

-Thank you.

-Yeah?

-I'm going to do what Jamie's doing.

-No, no, you're doing what I'm doing.

Leaving Ian to man the gutting table alone,

Jess gets her wish and tries her hand in the cargo hold

moving bags of frozen fish.

But, after ten minutes...

..she's had enough.

It's just too heavy. It's not a woman's job.

Guess the fish guts is the easiest job!

But, with another big haul on board,

Wolfgang's patience is wearing thin.

Shall I go, then, and go and gut?

-If you understand what I say?

-Yeah, I understand.

Then you can go and change with Jamie on the gutting table.

Thank you.

Jess returns to her position alongside Ian,

reluctantly.

Sleep here is a precious commodity

and, with two teams alternating six-hour shifts,

changeovers should be quick and quiet...

FIRE ALARM BLARES

..a process not helped by Jamie's grooming rituals.

-No, no, no, the, er...

-Fire alarm...

..went off, yeah.

Maybe he used too much perfume.

That's what happened.

It's not perfume!

-It's just this!

-What do you think about perfume?

Sniff and watch now...

Here!

Leave me alone.

Stop bullying me.

To be honest, I don't think Jamie can fit on a Norwegian fishing boat.

The best advice to him is just stay on shore.

Back home in Wales, Jamie's no stranger to being singled out.

Sometimes I do feel judged, in respect to the way I look.

There's been many times when people have made, like, snide remarks.

And that does...

I think people don't realise that that does bother me.

He doesn't like his nose.

He constantly goes on about he'd love to have his nose done.

He's constantly whitening his teeth and...

..weight is a big issue with Jamie,

because he looks in the mirror and thinks he's fat.

I think I kind of portray a very different person

to what I actually am.

I am not as confident as people would think I am.

I am quite insecure about certain things

and I think that's why I do have this kind of thing of

I always have to have the best

or I always have to look a certain way.

But, down in the factory,

Jamie's keen to show there's more to him than teeth and tan.

OK.

He's been told to pack fish for the freezers with Frank

and he's determined to keep up.

I'm just trying my best, do you know what I mean?

And that's all I can do.

As long as I can walk away from this and think,

do you know what, J, you might not be a fisherman

but you tried your best. That's all I can hope for.

I said Jamie will not be a good fisherman.

Now I will say, Jamie do a good job

here in the factory.

But, once again, things are not going so well for Jess.

She's turned up 15 minutes late for her shift.

Ian has finally had enough.

She does not listen to what anybody says.

She does as she feels when she wants all the time.

It's extremely immature.

I don't see the point in having somebody like that

working alongside me, basically sabotaging our work production.

And the feeling is mutual.

He thinks he owns the boat, for fuck's sake.

And I'm not letting him treat me like a mug.

I will shove a fucking fish down his throat!

I swear to God. I can't. There's no way I'm working with him.

I refuse.

Jess abandons her post and seeks out factory boss Wolfgang.

Jessica think she's the boss of the factory.

She can run the whole thing.

She don't want to work with the Scottish guy,

but I cannot do anything else.

Then I say...

..I cannot do anything.

Rather than back down and do what she's told...

..Jess leaves the factory.

Just had enough. I really miss the kids.

I just desperately want to go home!

This isn't the first time that Jess has gone AWOL.

I used to get really badly bullied at school.

And I just felt that I wanted to be on my own, so I used to run away.

I did feel bad, though, even though I did used to do it,

but I just had so much anger inside me,

I sort of just didn't care.

How did you feel when I used to run away?

I used to feel really sad

and I used to think that I was failing as a parent,

somehow letting you down.

You've got a lot to offer, Jess.

I love you.

But deep in the Barents Sea, there is nowhere to run to.

We have no more to give her.

We have to do our job, too.

I cannot help any more.

Jess is summoned to the bridge to learn her fate from Captain Ausmund.

Jessica, she had problem following the rules.

And if you can't grasp that idea

and if you start falling out with your colleagues,

this is not a job for you.

My options are limited now.

If a person don't want to stay on the ship,

we can't just take the ship in.

I can ask around,

if there is any other ship that will take you, that's going in.

And the other ships we got around us is this Russian trawler.

So, this is your lift, if you want to go in before us.

-I don't want to give up, I just...

-No, I know.

We want to try a different duty for you.

The captain decides to move Jess to the ship's kitchen,

where she'll be working as a galley girl.

New galley girl!

Hello!

My name is Roger.

Hello.

And though it's a less-demanding job,

he keeps her on the same pay as Carl and Jamie.

He's a very fair captain.

I think that he felt that I did as best as I could.

And I do feel that I gave everything that I can.

I feel really happy that I'm out of that workplace now.

As the crew filter up to the mess for lunch,

not everyone is as thrilled with her new job.

No matter how hard it gets, don't do what she's done now.

Yeah, I know. Oh, no, I know that.

You've eight days left. It's not like you're here for another year.

Are they still going to pay her?

Exactly. That's what's getting me. That's really annoying me.

She's still going to get the full pay and not even work as hard.

I've got nothing to say left, mate. Nothing.

I don't know. Here she is.

I can't believe they just let you do it.

-Do you know what I mean?

-I'm happy.

A lot happier.

I've actually got a smile on my face.

I haven't actually given up.

I'm still doing work.

As Jess will now be following a different shift pattern,

she must move from her shared cabin

to the only spare room on the ship, the sick bay.

Just feel like this is going to help everybody.

Like, they're not seeing my miserable face

and I don't want to be stressed,

even though I am still stressed.

But it's to a certain level.

The trainees have a week left at sea.

With Jess removed from the factory, the team is a man down.

But, with a tough fishing target that must be met,

work and life aboard is only going to get tougher.

It's morning in the Arctic Circle.

And Jess is relishing her new responsibilities.

Not so pinchy in the voice.

Be firm and say, "Good morning."

Wakey-wakey.

20 past 7. Get up.

Rise and shine!

Wakey-wakey!

Carl's never hidden his desire

to get offered a permanent job as a fisherman.

Today, he's been given another chance to show just how keen he is.

He's being allowed to help out

on the most dangerous part of the boat...

..the trawl deck.

I feel like I'm becoming a fisherman, more and more every day.

My parents will be proud of my progress.

I think they're just proud, just being good in general.

This is honest.

When Carl was a teenager,

the relationship with his parents hit an all-time low.

It was a trust issue, wasn't it?

Yeah, which really was painful for me.

I was smoking loads of weed.

And then, like, you go to your mate's house

or you say you're going to your mate's house

and, instead, you're doing pills.

And every time conversation started,

we would end up in an argument.

My dad would always say, "Get out! You're not wanted!"

And I'm not one for backing out of an argument.

And neither is he.

And I was like, "No, I don't need you. I'm out."

So, it was a bit of, "Get the fuck out" and "I'm leaving."

You know?

Over the next four years,

Carl was homeless and struggled to lead a stable life.

I was living on friends' sofas.

I was living on the streets.

I was, like, finding, like, safe spots.

This was a nice spot.

You just sleep under there, in there.

Like, it felt a little bit like that you had some sort of place.

Do you know what I mean?

Grim, mate. Yeah.

It got to a point, man, where I was...

I was living in a mate's shed.

I was doing three grams of mephedrone a day,

living in a mate's shed.

You know, like, what the fuck are you doing with your life?

Fuck this place!

Now, Carl's on a mission to rebuild his life

and knows if he can prove himself here,

it'll help him regain respect back home.

OK!

But, with constantly moving chains and cables,

one wrong step could be fatal.

Fuck's sake!

You're fucking stupid!

That's the best thing I've done yet.

That's fishing. That's what I came here to do.

That was nice. I really liked that.

Team.

Carl do a good job.

First time, good job.

Since losing her job in the factory,

Jess has had little contact with her fellow trainees.

Jamie, unlike Carl,

has got over his initial disappointment at her behaviour

and is paying a visit.

Wakey-wakey!

Oh, I'm so tired.

So am I.

I wish I was the fucking chamber boy.

So, how do you feel, like, now that you've been, like, you know,

kicked out of the factory?

The work wasn't a problem.

It was the people that I was working with.

Don't like to be told what to do and what steps to take.

I think that, like, you just need to obviously, like,

differentiate the differences between being independent

and not listening.

Why should I...

I feel like, why should I get all down

and make me feel worse, do you know what I mean?

Like, I can't be dealing with that.

Well, sometimes, you've just got to do things you don't want to do.

Do you know what I mean, like?

But Carl, who set his own bar so high,

can't accept what's happened and refuses to forgive.

As a team-mate and a friend,

I did want her to succeed.

You know? I feel so blessed to be here and I think...

That's another thing. I just think she's ungrateful, as well.

That's why I'm angry.

Jess and Carl have been avoiding each other

since she was moved to the kitchen.

But, on a 55-metre boat, miles off shore,

there's only so much side-stepping you can do.

Be straight up to me and tell me what you think, do you know what I mean?

At the end of the day, I don't want a fucking fisherman job.

Do you understand?

And I fucking done well.

I done well.

I done well because I did it for the week.

I'm sorry that, yeah... I'm sorry. No.

You threw a strop and you're getting what you want.

-Oh, my God! No, I didn't throw a strop.

-You didn't?

Do you have kids? Do you have other responsibilities that puts you down?

Yes, they are. Because I didn't give up. Listen...

Oh, my God, you're actually getting me so angry.

Listen, I'm not a fucking fisherman like you.

-I did everything...

-You signed up for something.

Do you want to sign up for MasterChef?

Do you understand?

-So don't fucking bitch about me to everybody else.

-I'm not bitching.

You are! You're a fucking bitch!

Can't fucking handle little bitches like that. Look at you.

Look at you. You're a little bitch.

Do you know that?

You just piss me off.

You piss me off.

I don't care.

Because anyone would get angry with your bitching around.

Do you know what I mean? Bitching to other people.

Come on, sit down.

No! Because you're getting me angry

and I want to walk away, like a strong person.

But you're pissing me off!

You're pissing me off!

I've got nothing to prove to you.

Nothing to prove to you.

It's just a complete piss-take.

And, at the end of the day,

my first option was to go fucking home and see my kids.

Surely I'd like to take that option?

But I've stayed strong and stayed on a boat

that I don't typically want to stay on

and I want to go home.

Fair enough, I've had my fucking moan.

Everyone's allowed to have their fucking moan.

The trainees have two days left on board the Hermes.

TANNOY: Wakey-wakey!

Good afternoon.

I made a lovely, lovely pudding.

Come on, get up! Wakey-wakey!

It's 20 past 2.

1! 1!

As they prepare lunch,

Chef Roger wants to find out more about Jess's rebellious streak.

Did you go to a public school, then, Jessica?

Till I was 15.

Oh, right. Did you like it?

No.

I chose to...

not turn up.

OK. So you dropped out?

Yeah.

Do you feel, Jessica, that you are still running away from something?

Erm...

If you go back to the factory,

would you change anything or do anything different?

I think, maybe, I think, like,

I'm strong enough to deal with it all by myself.

I think that's what the biggest problem is.

I feel like I think that I can do everything.

The longer you do it your own way,

the longer it will take for you to get accepted

by the rest of the working crew.

And the only thing they actually want to do

is to make you benefit from their experience.

Because, at one time, they did it the same with like you,

they did it the wrong way.

Yeah.

That's the way you learn.

I'm going to be honest, I don't think I like authority.

I don't feel like I totally understood what was going wrong.

But, now I understand that...

You know, actually...

I need to take advice from others.

And when they're telling me stuff, I need to not take it to heart.

I think I've actually really seen where I go wrong...

..now.

Down in the factory,

Jamie's done everything Wolfgang has asked of him,

with one exception.

So far, he's avoided cutting the fishes' heads off.

We are just now in, going in and kill the fish, Jamie.

-OK?

-Just like that, yeah?

Yeah.

Boom! And make your parents proud.

Today, Wolfgang wants Jamie to face his fears.

Are you ready?

As ready as I'll ever be. Let's go!

Down like that?

Yes!

Fine.

And then, hold my hand here and then just cut like that, yeah?

Fine.

Very good.

Very good, Jamie!

Yay!

Very good, Jamie!

I feel like a caveman!

I just think that doing this has just given me the confidence

that I can do anything.

Do you know what I mean? I really can.

That was my worst nightmare in the whole entire world.

But I'm just going with it, do you know what I mean?

I'm just so... I'm really proud.

I know it's something stupid as gutting a fish

and people will probably think, what the fuck is this boy talking about?

But I'm just so proud of myself. I really am.

I've learnt a lot. I really have.

And I think it's given me, like, the confidence.

Before I came here, I didn't have any confidence in myself.

-Maybe, I need to start thinking about moving out.

-School again?

Maybe, yeah. Do you know what I mean?

Like, getting a career. Like, thinking about the bigger plan,

because, you know, I'm not a kid any more.

People, like, see me as this boy who, this pretty boy.

Do you know what I mean?

Like, dresses nice, hair done, suntan, whitens my teeth...

You know what I mean?

And automatically think, no, he wouldn't do this.

Yeah, I live like Brad Pitt.

But, actually, I'm a fisherman!

You, you, you...

Jamie! Jamie! Jamie!

After two weeks on board, the ship is heading back to port.

And for some of the Hermes crew, it can't come soon enough.

I'll be very glad when Jessica is going home.

I hate that fucking waking part when she has been cook's little girl...

"Wakey-wakey! Wakey! Wakey-wakey-wakey-wakey!"

Oh!

And that's fucking annoying!

As the boat docks and off-loads its catch,

owner Jan Roger arrives to give the trainees their own bounty.

But Carl is angling for more than a paycheck.

I hope he tells me I can stay for the rest of the trip.

That's what I'd love, personally.

But, I can't expect everything, you know?

You signed a contract, so you have to get paid.

And we agreed on £3,000 each.

And I have it in cash.

There you go, Carl...

After tax, each has earned £2,750.

-Thank you.

-Thank you very much.

-Are you mad?

-Thank you very much. Thank you very much.

-Thank you.

-I really appreciate it. Thank you.

So, thank you very much for your time and everything.

Have a nice trip and journey back home.

Is it really my last day?

Yeah.

I'm sorry to inform you, Carl.

You're not going home.

You're staying on!

You shit me up!

That's the wrong way to start that sentence!

Yes. Thank you, thank you.

-Congratulations.

-Thank you.

So, that's how it can be done.

If you'd said to me three weeks ago what would be the best part of this,

it would probably be that I was making three grand,

do you know what I mean?

Whereas now, it kind of feels like I've achieved something.

I don't know.

And it feels a bit nicer than just thinking,

I'm getting a wad of money.

Oh, shit!

I don't regret coming here.

I love the fact that I came here,

because, then, if I didn't,

then I would have carried on with these...

..bad...

..habits.

And over a farewell lunch with the crew,

Jess decides to put what she's learned into practice.

Hello, guys.

Wakey-wakey!

Mr Wolfgang, Mr Ian...

..I am sorry for my attitude on the boat.

And I'm sorry that I did not listen to instructions.

And I'm sorry for all the moaning that I have done.

I wanted things to go my way,

not compromising, sort of thing, and for my language as well on the boat.

OK.

And, to everybody else...

..love and forgiveness.

Wakey-wakey!

-Sorry, Ian.

-That's all right.

Fair enough for owning up to it, especially on the last day,

before you go home, and try and make amends.

That's big of her. That's...

That is... I don't think I've seen that before.

I feel happy now.

I feel good.

And I feel like everybody was really taking in what I was saying,

so that's good.

Back at the boat, Jessica and Jamie bid a fond farewell to Carl.

-Be good.

-See you later.

-Bye-bye.

-Be good, mate, all right?

-You look after yourself.

-Yeah, I will do.

-And I'll see you back at home 1,000%.

-Definitely.

-See you later.

-So long.

So long! Farewell!

I'm going to miss Agent J.

I don't know how I'm going to do it without him. But it'll be all right.

It's going to be good. Got a new crew.

Oh, we're so close!

Argh...!

After a four-hour flight, Jess arrives back in Hertfordshire.

I've done this opportunity for my two gorgeous daughters.

And to finally be able to go home to them just makes me feel so happy.

Hello...!

Come in!

Oooh...!

Alisha!

Baby girl!

Hello, Sasha!

Oh, baby!

-I love you.

-I love you, too.

And she can't wait to show off the fruits of her labour.

Money!

Yeah, I'd say it's definitely worth it,

because now I've got the money in my pocket,

I can go spending on them and stuff.

In Wales, Jamie also has a warm welcome home.

What's going on now?

-You OK?

-Yeah.

This is my well-earned cash.

This is how many fishes' heads I've gutted and cutted and sliced

and been covered in!

What's the first of your plans?

I don't know. It's, like, obviously, it's really important

that I get a job.

That's my main goal now, is that.

What about paying some debts off?

I think I'm going to, like, pay my store cards off,

so that the only thing I've got then is my credit card.

But, 1,500 miles away, Carl is setting back out to sea.

Next time on World's Toughest Jobs...

Oh...!

..skyscraper window cleaning.

It just rushes through my body.

Will three more Brits rise to the occasion?

I can't fucking window clean. It was shit.

Or will their hopes come crashing down?

Oh, why the fuck did I sign up for this?!