Wicked Tuna

On this episode of Wicked Tuna.

Get 'em, get 'em, get 'em!

Get some, baby! Get some!

Ha, ha! Whoa!

Can you believe this?

New competition.

Hey!

Start the main. Here we go!

Clearing the lines!

Shakes up the fleet.

She's right there!

Whoo!

While old wounds.

I just don't respect him.

Dot-douche.

Continue to fester.

Dammit!

Dammit!

Dammit!

Ugh!

In one of the most regulated fisheries

in the world.

Wow! Beautiful.

Big boy, big boy, big boy, big boy, big boy!

These fishermen fight to earn a living.

We're gonna lose this fish!

Look out! Look out! Gaff!

Catching.

Oh! Forward!

Hey! !

Oh God!

Wicked Tuna.

At the start of week two, Maine father daughter operation

Erin and Sarah leads the fleet, while last season's champion,

Hard Merchandise, trails behind the pack with no fish.

Oh, yeah. That's the problem.

Yeah, night-biting tuna. You know.

Ah.

Last year, we caught more Bluefin than any other boat,

and finished at the top of the fleet.

But then we went fishing down south in North Carolina

and we didn't catch a single keeper tuna.

Now what?

All we gotta do is wait.

I'm starting to get a little bit frustrated.

All the other boats have caught fish.

There's no way I wanna end this second week in a row

with zero fish.

You wanna make some popcorn?

Yeah. Let's make some popcorn, Jay.

Popcorn for the movie we're watching.

The title tonight is Blue Screen of Death.

I wonder how Dot Com's doing over there.

There he is. Forty feet.

Is he, really?

Oh, yeah, look at that. Geez.

He's right inside, too. Wow.

Last week, we were up north fishing in Maine,

but this week the fish are being spotted on Jeffreys Ledge,

which is less than 10 miles away from Gloucester.

I always prefer fishing closer to home, and this week,

I plan on getting better quality fish than the two

we caught up in Maine.

We're on the warpath and we are gonna be that number one boat.

Look at the tunas! Look at the tunas here!

Look!

Oh, no! They're eating, they're eating chunks!

It's right there.

It was eating. Throw some chum. He's right there.

He swam right around the back of the boat.

There he is! Look at, look at the size of him!

Look at the, he's right there, he's right there.

Come on. Yeah. It's huge.

Pull this rod up. We'll hook him on this rod.

Oh, look at that!

There he is. There he is.

Is this a Thresher or tuna?

It's a tuna. It's a thousand pounds, Dave.

Relax.

I'm not relaxing. Right over here.

He's a thousand-pounder.

There he is! Look!

Is that a, fish or a .

It's a tuna, I'm telling you!

There he is, there he is.

There he is. Re-spool it.

He's got it, he's got it! He's got it! He's got it!

Lock it up, lock it up! He's there.

Yeah, man!

No freaking way.

There we go.

Ready?

Yeah, guys, good.

Wow! Right out of my hand. Whoa!

Clear, Geordie?

Yeah, we're off the hook.

He's coming at you, he's coming at you.

He's there, he's there. He's still there. He's there.

Nice! Woo-hoo!

Nothing better than hand-feeding a fish.

Wow!

Ooh!

Oh, yeah, he's big.

Now that's fishing right there.

Can't catch a break!

Seeing Dave hook up right beside me just pushes me a little bit

harder.

That guy's the luckiest fisherman I know, sometimes.

I'm as nervous as can be right now.

I can't feel my arms, anymore.

Feels great.

That's what it's all about.

I'm not giving up.

He's coming up for sure, now.

He's on top! There he is!

Color.

Swivel! Here he is!

Get a tail rope ready.

We can gaff him.

Here he is. Gaff, gaff, gaff!

Come here.

I got it, I got this. Get this.

It's coming.

Left, left, left, left.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, ho!

Got one!

Yay!

What the!

Oh, man!

Oh my God, dude! Nice.

Nice work, boys.

Guys, look on the tail on that.

Fearless!

Ooh, sweet!

About four inches wider than my shoulders

on either side.

Oh, my God!

Oh, my God.

I'll call Marciano.

Dave, come in.

Hey, Dave, pick it up.

Yeah. You there? Go ahead.

Totally, totally epic right now.

You wouldn't believe what happened.

What happened?

This big, freaking 900-pounder comes out

and just inhales the dead herring I threw in the water.

I didn't even harpoon him.

Just put a gaff on his tail and put a rope on him.

Yeah, that's good. Good going.

What a lucky bastard.

I prefer to fish around Maine near my home, but

I'm glad I came down to Mass this week.

There's fish here to catch.

Our goal is to stay the number one boat.

The Erin and Sarah can catch fish wherever we go.

I'm fishing with this Gloucester fleet to prove I can fish

against anybody.

I don't have to be in Maine to catch fish.

We pulled a bunch off these numbers last year, but

All right, stick it out, Dave.

They're here. You'll get them.

And now, so Dave just gets a gift.

900-pounder comes up and eats the ones he's cleaning out

of the live well.

And, uh, we can't catch the clap in a whorehouse

with a fistful of fifties tonight.

Got it? Yeah!

Come on in!

In.

Wait, watch it.

He's a porker.

Beautiful fish.

Let's see how many inches he is.

109.

Done!

That's, that's amazing.

Now let's go get another one.

Talk about lucky!

Damn near thousand-pounder just started

slurping them off the surface. That is just, come on!

We'll talk to you later, man.

All right, Dave. Good luck.

Can you believe that? Like,

What is that, Sandro? Oh, God, look!

It's a thousand-pounder!

So Marciano tells me about this lucky catch that Dirtbag Dot Com

had last night.

I'm definitely a little pissed. It's the start of Week Two.

He's already got three fish and we've only got one.

Tyler. Dude, you gotta hear this.

Marciano said that Dot Com was chucking dead herring over,

and there was a thousand-pounder eating the dead herring.

Oh, my God!

Maybe one of us will get lucky like that Prick.

Unbelievable.

Last season, we put him on the meat.

We made him some money,

and he definitely didn't return the favor.

How many did you get? Three.