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.

- You guys miss the action, the smell of the jungle?

- Or the cries of battle?

- The bitter taste of fear?

- You know what I miss most?

Jack Maxwell.

I'm Jack Maxwell.

Decorated war hero, elite special ops agent,

Geneva Accords follower.

If you don't think war is hell,

you've made a "Fatal Decision."

- All in.

- Fold.

- Straight flush.

You know, I remember this one time,

this tank, and me and Jack Maxwell pinned.

Enemy tank straight ahead!

Damn it, Jack!

These guns are no match for that tank.

These guns aren't.

But these guns are!

Yah!

- Fuckin' Jack!

- Stop hitting yourself! Stop hitting yourself!

Stop hitting yourself!

It was so funny!

- So he beat up a tank. Big deal!

You remember Operation Wishbone?

Go time was 0600 hours,

but Jack refused to acknowledge non-American time zones.

Fuckin' Jack.

He charged the enemy by himself.

Took an entire enemy battalion on his own.

He woke up to the smell of corpses and pancakes.

Them cakes were better than my mommy's.

Did I ever tell you about the time

Gloria Stefan's plane went down?

- You mean when her boat went down?

- No, that was another time.

- I thought it was like a Vespa,

a little moped. - A scooter.

It was a scooter. - Scooter.

- Those were all stories.

But this is a better story,

because it's a Jack Maxwell story!

Damn it, Gloria Stefan can't make it.

That means we're gonna have to cancel this USO show.

- No, these men deserve entertainment.

- But Jack, who can replace-

- Miami Sound Machine.

Follow me.

- When he sang, it was like you and him

were the last two people on earth.

In the middle of all that horror,

we witnessed true beauty that night.

- A fuckin' men.

- If only he was here now.

- Of course, Jack Maxwell

would've never been captured like us,

sent to a secret POW camp

and presumed dead and forgot about!

To Jack Maxwell!

Jack Maxwell!

To me. Cheers!

That's gonna leave a mark,

and also gonna leave a widow.

All right gentlemen, we got a submarine to catch.

- Jack, you remembered us.

We just had a census,

and I noticed America was three heroes short.

- That spaghetti was my lunch!