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, thank God you're here.

The survivalist cult has taken over

the Barbazoo Modeling School.

- That's not model behavior.

- They're holding over 20 aspiring fashion models hostage.

What are your demands?

We'll make a deal.

Just release the girls.

- We can't.

We need 'em to make a recruitment calendar

for our survivalist cult.

I'll tell you what I'll do, though.

I'll trade you two of them for one real photo-tographer

because ain't nobody back here can get the girls heads

in the picture! - Crazy.

Now we need someone who's both brave

and has top-notch camera skills.

Where are we gonna find someone who fits that description?

- Why don't you take a shot in the dark?

I'm Jack Maxwell.

With me, the camera subtracts 10 pounds.

"Fatal Decision."

- Don't hurt us, please.

We're models.

- Hello, hello, I'm Jack Maximo, fashion photographer.

What are we doing?

Is it the calendar? What? - Whoa, hold on

just a second there.

How am I supposed to believe you're a real-life

photo-tographer and not some government spy?

- Did you know that I shot Teen Vogue Italia?

Italian teens!

- I didn't know that. - Then I walk!

I'm an artist and I walk.

- No, no, no. Mr. Maximo, please.

We'll do whatever you want.

We just need to get this calendar done.

- All right.

I'm sorry. No, this light is garbage.

This is a garbage light. Throw it away and get a new one.

- Where am I supposed to get some more lights?

- I don't know. Trade one of your models for it.

This one. She's an LL Has Been anyway.

All right,

well we got plenty of models here,

so we'll let one of 'em go

- And we're ready to go.

No! I'm sorry, I need a backdrop.

I need a developing studio. I need music.

♪ Trading models for photography equipment ♪

- And cocaine for my nose!

- We can't get you no cocaine!

♪ Cocaine for my nose ♪ - All right.

Perfect. We're finally ready to begin.

- Oh! We traded away all our models?

Oh shit!

Now we're not gonna ever get our calendar made.

Our cult is finished. - False.

There's one model left. You.

Piercing eyes, pocky skin, fishy lips.

- I guess I could try. - Try? You will succeed.

Yes, smile. More neck.

More neck. Yes, more.

Yes, smeyes. Smile with the eyes.

Strength! More, we need more.

More people. Everyone in.

Everyone in. Yes.

A whole cult surviving together.

Yes, there, good.

You don't need guns, you're strong! Throw your guns away.

Guns, yes, now smile.

Good, good. All in.

Oh, this camera.

I need a stronger camera for strong men.

Here it is. Yes.

- What kind of camera is that?

- Oh, this? It's a cannon.

Say, "Ah."

Ah!

- Good work, Jack.

- Yeah, guys, I mean, we have the studio

for a couple more hours,

but I don't know what we're gonna do

with all this photo equipment and cocaine.