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.

- Our intel tells us that Drake Noir is inside that house.

We'll storm it, capture him,

and his evil will be finished forever.

Are you with me?

- Yeah. - Yeah.

- Let's raid.

Raid! Raid, raid, raid! - Halt, halt, halt, halt!

Dear Jack, you almost got me this time,

but one of your crew tipped me off.

Help yourself to the leftover salami.

Kisses and hugs... - Drake Noir.

The only people that knew about this mission

are in this room!

No one's leaving until we catch the rat.

- Excellent idea, Detective.

- I'm Jack Maxwell.

If you betray me, you may be making a fatal decision.

Who would tip off Drake Noir?

Commander, we've worked together for 18 years.

Taylor, I've been mentoring you since I was seven.

- Mm-hm.

- Ricardo, we just met two weeks ago.

You seem like a nice guy, we had some really good times,

but I really don't know you that well!

- He's the rat! - You!

- No.

It was not me.

- You know what, Jack, now that I think about it,

actually, I've been bunking with this guy for two weeks,

and I've been with him every moment, it's not him.

- Thank you, my friend. - Bro.

- Plus, Drake Noir killed his wife by stealing her bones.

- After that, all she was was a bag of skin.

- Here's a cool note.

She was so floppy and dripping.

- Hungry, Taylor? Hungry like a rat?

- It's you! - Taylor!

- What? - You got tired of living

in Jack's shadow, so you sold him out.

- Okay, no no no. No no no, that's not fair.

I think it was Commander,

because you, you and Jack, y'all...

You guys hung out that one time. Yeah, I'm not-

- Well, clearly Taylor's too stupid to be the rat.

- I'm not too stupid to be the rat.

- Taylor being stupid aside,

anyone in this room could be the rat.

Except for me, obviously. That doesn't make any sense.

- It's you! You're the rat! - What?

Why would I rat on myself?

- If you ever caught Drake Noir,

what purpose would you have?

None.

- Crap, that almost makes sense.

Well, there's only one way to find out.

Why'd you rat yourself out, you little rat-faced rat?

I didn't rat myself out! I wouldn't do it!

Would you? No!

Oh, that settles it. I didn't do it.

Which leaves the only person I'm not 100% on.

Ricardo!

- Time to kill a rat.

- No no no no no, please, please.

Who's going to take care of my boneless children's charity,

Bonez 4 Kidz?

- Commander, you do the honors.

I knew it! Real Commander is lefthanded.

Oops. Bullets not included.

- But if that's not the Commander, then who is this?

Drake Noir!

- That's cool. I've never seen him before.

- Well done, you figured out my plan.

Turn you against each other,

then rip you apart from the inside.

- Ha ha! That's a dumb dumb plan, you dumb dumb.

'Cause you're still here and we got you.

Do you? Do you?

Do you, do you, do you, do you?

- I knew it! An imitation bot!

- Self destruct sequence initiated.

- Run! - Ten, nine, eight,

seven, six, five,

four to the three to the two to the one,

and here comes the boom.

- You guys done in here? - Yeah, we're all set.

- Good. I gotta clean in here next.