Original subtitles

Josh Mullen is under investigation

for breaking into the SCI offices

to finish the following action series.

"Fatal Decision" does not reflect the views or opinions

of SCI technical manuals.

Jack, Taylor here.

I'm crashing in enemy territory,

Drake Noir's equal compound.

Help, my arms are too weak to man the controls.

Copter down, copter down.

- Welcome, esteemed gentleman to Drake Noir's inner sanctum.

Iron Anton, Dr. Sloan Waterfree.

We finally have the upper hand

on our common enemy, Jack Maxwell.

He's been estranged from the Super CIA,

and we can destroy him forever.

- Then I can finally turn all the world's gold into poison.

- Then I can let the Barracuda loose in San Diego. Finally!

- First things first, we must torture Taylor to death.

- Nice try, Drake Noir,

but I'll never give up fighting crime.

- Dude, I know you're taping today and stuff,

but you didn't say it was gonna be this loud

with all this banging and crashing.

- So it can, you know,

this is my work day. - Oh, I'm sorry man.

It's an action sequence, I'll try to keep it down.

- If you could, that'd be, you know, ideal.

I have actual, you know,

work to do. - No, no, no, I get you.

- I'm Jack Maxwell, decorated war hero,

elite special ops agent,

and currently unaffiliated with the Super CIA.

Even though I'm a free agent, I still hate evil.

So if you've done evil, you've made a fatal decision.

- Say goodbye, Taylor.

Jack Maxwell will never save you now.

Ah!

- You must be bad at algebra

'cause you forgot one critical variable

Jack Maxwell.

- What are you doing here? You got fired.

- You're right, I'm not getting paid.

They say if you're good at something,

you should never do it for free.

But in your case, I'll make- I'm just not sure

that that kind of return is worth our time.

- But in your case, I'll make an exception.

- I dropped the-

- Well, boys, it's been knife knowing you.

- Hey, when Megan comes over, this stops, right?

- Yeah, man. - For the rest of the day?

- I'm finishing it. - Okay, great.

- Finishing it forever. - God, you're a fucking moron.

- Goodbye, Drake.

- What's up Steve? - Hi, Taylor.

- Ooh, dummy me.

- Ha, you're not Taylor.

That's Taylor, so you are an imposter.

Now, get out to here before I kick your impostorior.

- Josh, look, just so you know,

I can sneak you into the office this weekend

to finish the movie.

There's not gonna be anybody around.

- Seriously? - Yeah.

- Oh, thanks.

- Wait, wait. But if you're Taylor, then who's that?

- I don't know, I think it's just a skin bag

filled with a butt-load of snakes.

- Really?

- Snakes?

Now I'm hissed off.

You're lucky I had snakes, Taylor.

- No! I'm done.

I don't want any more cameras

or movies in here. - Whoa.

- No, I'm done.

- No, we'll just go to my place.

- No, I told him I was done.

I said 13 times, I done. - I know.

- He said he was done. - I'm done and I don't

wanna have it anymore-

- Yeah. - In my living room.

- He feels done. - Good to see you, man.

- Jack, great job with the snakes.

But you have to come back to the Super CIA,

Dr. Sloan Waterfree has created a teleportation machine.

No, Taylor, we did that one already.

- The president has lost his remote.

Taylor, that's so low stakes.

- An asteroid is headed towards Earth?

Oh, yes. Do that one again.

An asteroid is headed towards earth.

- An asteroid? Not on my watch.

- Oh, hey, do you think we can still use the office camera?

Shooting on my phone kind of sucks.