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.

- Jack, you really think Bangarang

can beat Anatoly the Russian?

- Of course, he's an American.

And he has style.

Bangarang, Bangarang!

- I am trying to close a deal!

Have you all lost your minds?

- Ladies and gentlemen,

fighting for the Americans at six foot three,

he's going to learn to fly.

He's going to live forever.

- He's dead. - Corrected, he is dead.

- So Jack. - Save your breath,

Mr. President.

I can already see where this is going.

I'm Jack Maxwell.

These big pillows they're putting on my hands

are saving my Russian opponent

from making a "Fatal Decision."

- Will you win this for America, Jack?

- I'll let my fists do the talking.

- No prob. - Oh.

Round one.

- Jack, what are you doing, man?

You're only allowed to punch in boxing.

- What? - Yeah.

- No one told me that. Ugh.

Everyone thinks I'm an idiot now.

- Jack, I sort of need to level with you. You have to win.

I sort of bet all of America's money

on the fact that you would win.

- Got it. - All right, I also sort of

parlayed that bet with the fact that you would win

at the third round.

You have to knock him out at the third round.

- Third round. Got it.

- Oh, oh. Ah.

Word is the Russians have inserted a sniper somewhere

in the crowd, so, eyes on that.

- Man Jack, the odds are really against you.

You got this.

Round two.

- Stand up for Russia.

- Get him, Jack.

- Kill him, Anatoly.

- Wow. What a display of fancy footwork from Jack Maxwell.

- Good job. Good job, Jack.

Not until the third round, Jack.

- Oh, what a great round.

What incredible punches.

Let's give him a hand, everyone.

That's why they call him

the world's friendliest government assassin.

Round three.

Be careful. Be careful.

- Yeah! - Jack Max, whoa, shit.

And Jack Maxwell wins!

- In your face, Russian President Bordocov.

Now you have to wear the dress at our next peace talks.

You'll look like such a fool.

- What? It was just a silly bet?

You lied?

- Oh yeah. Sorry.

It was the only way I could get you to fight.

- You owe me another presidential pardon.

- For what? - This.

- You're new heavyweight champion of the world,

Jack Maxwell!

Forever may he reign!