Snails are escaping from the pot where they're being cooked. That is kind of...sad. It's like the snails are having their own drama, trying to get out during a major event, like Sylvester Stallone's team in Victory. (If you've never seen that movie, just...don't. Soccer, Michael Caine, and Nazis really do not mix.) Cirie has had enough of the snails -- and, presumably, chasing their uncooperative asses back into the pot -- and she wants to go fishing. She takes the fishing line, and she vows to "be back with fish." Shane clearly does not take this prospect particularly seriously. Cirie interviews that she fished as a kid, so she figured she might as well try it.
And then we watch the agonizing sequence in which Cirie smashes a snail on a rock in order to use it as bait. "Sorry, snail," she says. She can't even bear to look at the snail she's about to kill. She hates this horrible moment. But finally, she gets a big rock, turns to the snail, and hits it, giving little shrieks between hits. "Sorry," she says again. With the bait snail dead, Cirie throws the line out into the water. And, before you know it, she has a fish, which she can barely manage to tell us about, because her explanation comes out in squeals that I couldn't really make out, but that my dog immediately offered to translate. Her first question, as she pulls the fish in, is an anxious one: "Is that a puffer?" Because, seriously. She is going to be bummed if that's a poisonous fish and she wore out her squealing capabilities for nothing. But it isn't. "Shane is going to be so happy!" she squeals, as she pulls the fish -- to whom, incidentally, she does not apologize -- up onto a rock. I wonder why the fish isn't worthy of her apologies. As a matter of fact, she not only does not apologize, but giggles and squeals as she starts to take the fish back. There is a very good and clever shot of Cirie dragging this poor fish through the sand, giving it perhaps the least dignified exit a fish has ever had, short of being mounted over a mantel and hooked up to electronics that force its mouth to open and close so it can sing songs to drunks at parties.
Shane is chopping a coconut when Cirie returns, singing "Happy Birthday" and carrying her fish. He smiles. "Unbelievable," he says. "How did that happen?" In an interview, she giggles wonderfully, and tells us that she was "so happy." And: no kidding, dude. I would be, too. Because of the fish, and because she doesn't exactly have a reputation as the most bad-ass person on the tribe, provider-wise. She says that she was thrilled to catch a fish -- especially a big fish, which it appears this, indeed, was. Shane gives Cirie a very heartfelt hug. They obviously do really like each other, as mystifying to me as that is. "Cirie Fields caught the biggest fish out here. The girl from Jersey," he says with shock. "Captain America has been swimming around for three weeks, and nothing. How great is that?" Shane needs to sit down right now and tell a tree about this!