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.

- And this is the house you'll be using for the stakeout.

- Ooh, a stakeout.

Guys, we're gonna need a good cover.

- Oh no you won't really need a cover.

- And we won't be interacting with anyone, so.

- No, uh, you'll be staying here until you can get evidence

that the house next door is being used

to store and distribute guerilla heroin.

Ugh, gorilla heroin.

It's 10 times stronger than human heroin.

- Jack? Give your wifey a little kiss.

I'm Jack Maxwell.

Decorated war hero, elite special ops agent,

newlywed to a homely woman.

My family may be fake,

but if you threaten our safety,

you've made a "Fatal Decision."

- Heroin, heroin, heroin.

So much drugs and money. Ooh!

- Yeah. - Knock, knock, knock!

It's the neighbor lady. - Hello!

- Hey, gang! What are we working on in here?

- Taylor! - Boxing up some old clothes.

- Good for you, sending 'em to the Goodwill.

You look like two charitable young men.

- Damn it!

What the hell are you doing?

- Well, it's settled,

the neighbors are coming over for dinner.

- You idiot!

We're supposed to be checking out their place,

not the other way around.

Great brisket, Mrs. Bedover. Fuck!

Great brisket, Mrs. DeBoverys.

- Oh, I'm glad you like it.

You know, waking up every single day to cook for my husband

just gives me a lot of fulfillment.

Um, you know what? I better go check on little Jack.

Can I get a goodbye kiss?

Yep. Yeah. - Yeah.

- There it was. Good boy. - Mm-hmm.

Little Jack just won't go down

if he doesn't get his nightly walk.

Ta-ta!

- So uh, what do you two do?

Nothing. Why?

Hang out.

- Why, what do you do?

- Hang out.

- All right, drugs, you're gonna be my baby.

It's my baby, little Jack DeBoverys.

Hey boys, we are back.

Everything tasting okay?

- Oh, I love babies. Can I see?

- Uh, you know what?

He's a little out of the weather right now,

so I'll hold onto him. - Hey! What is this?

They stole our guerilla heroin!

What?

We use that to make money.

- You get your hands off my baby!

Get your gun outta my wife's face!

- Prepare to die!

- What do you say we give this marriage another shot?

Till death do us part.

Till death do us part.

Josh, I don't wanna do this. - Taylor, help him.

This is weird.