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.

- Thanks to the diligent work of Jack Maxwell,

we finally caught you, Drake Noir.

But I'm Jack Maxwell.

- Oh, that is a nice try, but this is clearly Jack Maxwell.

Just look at his face.

Look at my face.

That's my face.

- We'll give you one hour, Drake,

to think about every bad thing you've done,

then we'll execute you.

No, no!

- I'm Jack Maxwell, decorated war hero,

elite special ops agent,

voted best jawline at Westlake High.

If you've used advanced surgery techniques

to swap faces with me, you've made a "Fatal Decision."

- There's something different about you, Jack.

Did you get a haircut?

You know what's different.

You cut my face off and then you cut your face off

and then you switched our faces.

Oh, right, and now I'm going to use

the super CIA missiles to blow up the Statue of Awesomeness

in New York Harbor.

Damn it, Drake.

That was a gift from the Rastanata people,

a gift of peace.

- Hey, I'm here to take your last meal order, you scumbag...

Jack Maxwell, whoa! I'm a huge fan.

Thanks.

Well, so long, Drake.

- All right, what do you want to eat, you loser?

Okay, for my last meal, I want pizza,

a syringe with anesthesia, and a scalpel.

And garlic knots.

Delicious.

Now for some face time.

- Hey!

- Sorry I have to confiscate your face.

It's for official police business.

- Hurry up, guard.

You're supposed to be in the prison yard.

- Warden, your 2:00's here.

- Initiate missile launch sequence.

- Or we could initiate

fist-le launch sequence.

- What?

- Jack!

- Drake. You've never looked better.

- Thank you.

- Hey, Jack, I went ahead and stuck those civilians

in front of the missiles like you asked.

What's going on here.

- Taylor, it's me, Jack. Drake stole my face.

- He's lying, Taylor.

A fine age agent like you can surely see that!

- The real Jack would never be that nice to me.

- Shut up Taylor. - That feels right.

- Aw, Drake, why don't you turn that frow upside down

and then give it to me.

Let's get outta here.

- Everyone should be happy to get their face back,

except for Drake, of course.

- What did you do to me? What did you do?

No!

It's a butt, isn't it?

No!

- Stop crying, Drake. You're making a real ass of yourself.

Taylor, get the phone. - Oh!