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.

- All right, 10 kilos of hardcore drugs

that are ready for the shipment.

- Freeze, Angelo, where are those drugs going?

And who are you working for?

Mark, Mark, sorry, could you make that over there?

We're doing...

- Oh, yeah, I'm Detective Whatever,

and I heard you're the drug kingpin.

So wrap it up.

- Detective Whatever, It's been a long time.

I see you're still drinking coffee like an idiot.

- Yeah, I'm Detective Whatever.

And you're fired from this little CIA police thing.

So movie's over, Josh.

- I'm no drug kingpin.

And the world's gonna know it if I have to shout it

from the top of a goddamn mountain,

I'm Jack Maxwell.

If you're some lame jerk named Mark

who's trying to ruin everyone's fun,

you've made a fatal decision.

Come on, Commander.

You know I'm as clean as one of Will Smith's raps.

- I know that, Jack.

But you're suspended until Internal Affairs

finishes their investigation.

- Ugh, more like internal who cares.

Why do I get the feeling that Detective Whatever

is as dirty as one of Ol' Dirty Bastard's raps?

- Jack, why don't you just try and lay low and-

- Solve the drug case by myself to clear my name.

Great idea, Commander, now gimme my gun.

- No, I can't give you your gun back.

But according to Super CIA bylaws,

I am allowed to give you one bullet.

- I can work with that.

- 8, 9, 10 bags of drugs.

- Angelo, my favorite piece of street trash.

How are ya?

- Oh, man, I gotta quit counting my drugs out loud.

I don't have to talk to you, you're suspended.

- Well, then, how about you talk to this bullet.

- Oh, man, don't, don't throw that thing.

- You know why I was kicked outta the major leagues?

Pitching too many perfect games into people's heads.

- Okay, okay, it was Detective Whatever.

He's a dirty cop.

He's been on the take for years.

No, don't throw that bullet, man.

- You moron, you really thought I could kill you

by throwing a bullet.

- Don't kill my Uncle Angelo, puto.

- Gah! - No! Argh!

- Sometimes I surprise even myself.

Good morning, important people.

Detective Whatever.

He can't talk 'cause he's going to jail.

- Enough, Josh, you're always breaking stuff

and distracting people from actual work.

You're being a real dork.

- Oh, really?

Would a real dork have a signed confession

from one of your drug pushers, you old dirt bastard?

- All right, you know what? You know what?

I'm gonna destroy this evidence with this gasoline here.

Glug, glug, glug, pfft, whoo!

Case closed, movie over.

- Ow! What the hell, Mark!

- I am so sorry, Janet, I'm so sorry.

You know what? It's either him or me.

Fine. Perfect.

Company is shit anyway.

- Congratulations on snuffing out corruption

in our department, Jack

- Looks like the only lines Detective Whatever

will be pumping are the unemployment lines.

Josh, dude, that's harsh.

- I know.

- Wait, did Mark really get fired?

Yeah.