Original subtitles

Josh Mullen was terminated

for abusing company resources

to make the following action series.

"Fatal Decision" does not reflect

the views or opinions of SCI Technical Manuals.

- You can't stop me, Jack Maxwell. I'll blow up your city.

- Iron Anton.

It's gonna be real hard to push that detonator button

with a bullet in your...

Oh crud, my license to kill just expired.

I have to go renew it.

- Without your license, you can't stop me! I-

- My license to wound is still valid.

I'm Jack Maxwell, decorated war hero,

elite special ops agent, and respecter of bureaucracy.

You mess with me, you've made a fatal decision.

This is the Super CIA Department of Licensing to Kill,

or DOLK.

Every agent has to come here to renew their license.

- Wow, so this is where I go to get my license to kill.

No, but you can get your learner's permit.

Oof.

Luckily, I'm the world's most patient man.

Settle in, Taylor. This is the hardest part of the job.

I saw her husband, you know, with-

- Snore. I finished all the magazines, what now?

Next, number 96.

- It is time.

You called?

- Eye test. Read the bottom line.

- Six, eight, one, one, seven, zero, zero,

one, one, one, made in China.

- Wait, that's the barcode on the bottom of the poster.

You have the best vision I have ever seen.

- And I can see

you're doing a great job, Barbara.

- Here's the rest of the test.

- Thanks.

- He knows my name!

- This test is hard.

When are you allowed to shoot a perp holding a baby?

Sometimes, never, or always when you're Jack Maxwell?

- Eyes on your own paper.

A, C, D, true, false,

none of the above, E, A, D.

Done.

Written portion.

- I have two pens, if you want to borrow one.

- Oh yeah, can I have that? - Yeah.

- Left, right. Both certified lethal weapons.

Left leg certified lethal too.

But your right is just a maiming tool.

- Thanks, doc.

- Jack, dude, I got it. I can finally kill now.

As long as it's before seven PM

and I'm with another licensed killer.

- Hey, let's go kill a Russian.

- Yeah! Love it.

- Not so fast, scumbag.

- I always knew it would come to this.

Go ahead and do it. Kill me, Jack.

- I don't think so. Taylor, why don't you take this one?

- You mean it?

- Not that dork! - Ha ha!

Die!

- That hurts a bit.

- How's that, man?

- Not bad, but he's not dead yet.

- All right. Hey man, can you sign off on my kill log?

- Sure, yeah. - Yeah.