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Zulu
Josh Mullin 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.
- Cooking, my only shortcoming.
- Jack, this is Angela Zaria,
wife of famed mafia restaurateur, Pete Zaria.
- Ex mafia, because they betrayed him,
and now he's swimming with the fishes.
I vow revenge for my dead husband.
He's dead.
- Angela says there's a dinner meeting
of the five families tonight,
and you are going to infiltrate it.
- Those Italian mobsters will be in cuffs before you--
- You'll be posing as their chef.
- Ooh!
I'm Jack Maxwell.
If you want me to actually cook for you,
you might be making a fatal decision.
- Jack, if you wanna pass for a mafia chef,
you have to actually do some cooking.
Let's see those culinary chops.
- No, no, no, no, no,
cooking is about finesse, not strength.
Shhh, let's make some pizza.
No, no boot in the pizza.
No, no boot in the pizza.
- Before we discuss our illegal business practices,
let's make sure this pizza meets the high standards
of the mother country's national dish.
- Help yourself.
I assure you, it's made from only the finest boots.
Ingredients?
Boots aren't food.
- Delicious.
Now to our illegal activity talk.
If we work together,
we can make a lot more money for extortion,
racketeering, drug trafficking,
arms trafficking, traffic trafficking.
- Angela.
- You killed my husband,
you piece of slurping son of a bitch.
- Angela, I hardly recognized you
without your husband's blood splattered across your face.
You got moxie, but you've also got far less guns than us.
- Then how about we make it five on five?
- Oh, oh, Jack,
making pizzas.
I haven't been that happy in a long time.
- Not on my watch.
- Oh, Jack!
Your pizza's so good, it made me not die.
- I learned from the best.
And that was the humble origins
of Jack Maxwell's frozen pizza.
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