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.

- And sold, $40 for Taylor to build you a cabinet.

- I love building.

- And now the moment of the evening

you've all been waiting for,

a date with Jack Maxwell.

Let's start the Bidding at $1,000.

- $500,000.

- $5 billion.

- The gross domestic product of this planet.

- Sold to Miss Most Beautiful in the Universe

for all the money in the world.

All right.

I'm Jack Maxwell, decorated war hero,

elite special ops agent,

and the world's most eligible bachelor.

Fatal decision.

- Jack, we've been getting reports

of sinister alien activity in the Western quadrant.

We need you to-

- You're not nervous about your date or anything, right?

I mean, you're Jack Maxwell.

She's lucky to be out with you.

- Taylor, last woman I kissed,

her heart exploded from excitement.

I vowed never to grace another woman with my presence again.

How many more have to die?

How many more?

- Congratulations Mr. Maxwell.

You've completed the bust a gut challenge.

Dinner is free.

- Yowzers, a free meal?

You really know how to sweep a girl off her feet.

- I like your shiny dress.

It's pretty.

- Thank you.

You know most guys I date never notice my shiny clothes.

You just earned yourself a dance.

- I shouldn't.

- You can't dance?

- What the fuck did you just say to me?

- No...

Her heart exploded, exploded, exploded.

Are you okay?

- Yeah, never better.

- What?

- Oh no, Jack punched a girl.

- Ouch. - No human woman

could survive my kiss.

Add that to the recent UFO sightings,

and I can only deduce that you are a beautiful alien

sent to take over my world.

- That's right, your human race disgusts me.

Crowning Miss Most Beautiful in the Universe

without consulting the rest of the universe?

I shouldn't have to wear a human face

to be considered beautiful.

- See, I punched her because she's an alien.

Oh.

- Thanks for the date, Jack.

Sorry there won't be a second one

due to the extinction of your species.

- No!

- That's an alien ship.

Human bullets can't stop it.

- Well, I guess I'll just have to sweep you

off your alien feet.

I knew there was a reason I liked that shiny dress.

- I love you. - I love you too.

- Whoever defeats Miss Most Beautiful in the Universe

becomes Miss Most Beautiful in the Universe.

- No!