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.

- Have your IDs out 'cause you need

to prove to me that you're 21.

My day off, but I couldn't rest

with my sister's unsolved murder still unsolved.

- What do you want?

- I'm here to apply for the bouncer position.

- That job's already filled.

- Is it?

So, I went undercover at the roughest bar in town.

- I fold.

I'm all in, baby.

- Is this where I find answers?

Stay tuned.

Here's my application for bouncer.

My references should be dropping by any minute now.

I'm Jack Maxwell, decorated war hero,

elite special ops agent, undercover muscle.

You think I forgot about my sister's mysterious murder.

You've made a fatal decision.

- Relax.

Assassin night's the easiest night of the week.

These guys kill and maim all day,

but then at night they like good conversation

and fun bar games.

Enjoy yourself.

- Whoa.

Go bouncer, go bouncer, go bouncer.

Go bouncer.

Go bouncer.

Woo.

- You're killing me.

And I said, not yet.

- Oh, man, it would be great to be a hitman,

but I gotta go back to bouncing

'cause I'm just a lowly bouncer.

- You know, I'm a go-between.

I find jobs for hitmen.

- So, you're a headhunter?

- No, I'm a go-between.

- Okay, I don't understand what you do.

- Anyway, I could find you a job as a hitman if you'd like.

- Oh, I don't know.

I'm not very skilled.

I could only kill like innocent civilians

or maybe good guy's sisters or something.

- Perfect.

You know my number one sister killer,

Ratchet Facedown.

Ratchet Basedow.

- Basedow, Ratchet Basedow.

He never came home after his last job so.

There's an opening.

- That job had a name.

Marsha Maxwell.

- Jack Maxwell, get him.

- No, no.

- Who ordered the hit on my sister?

- Do you really want to know Jack Maxwell?

- I really do.

- It was the Super CIA.

Your own people ordered the hit.

- You're lying.

- No, I have the receipt right, right here.

As the rest of the intel

about my sister's murder bled out on the floor,

all I knew for certain was

that I had to pay the super CIA a little visit.

But as luck would have it,

I was going to work tomorrow anyway.

Damn it, Josh.

What the hell have you been doing in here?

- Um, we actually just finished out, so we are.

Finished what?