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Previously on "Deadly Class"...

I'm calling that school first thing tomorrow.

- What school? - My cousins...

I didn't exactly leave Tokyo on good terms.

- No one's sweet on Chico. - I thought you two were...

I need a passport. This is my chance

to get away from him.

My dad owes the Mob, like, a million bucks.

And my mom, my brother,

they're not going to survive him.

- What can we do? - Take a road trip

to Vegas to kill my dad.

Forgotten all human etiquette.

What's expected of me here?

Just be cool, be normal.

What do I do with my eyes... Look at him, the floor?

Stop! Trying to hide the tension only makes it obvious.

Fuck, where am I? I should know that.

Okay, piece it together... Two 8-balls of coke.

Saya wouldn't shut up about water skiing.

Billy had a bottle of ether, but that wasn't it.

No, none of that matters.

Nothing before the acid matter.

Numbness in the face and hands.

Stomach lurches, compressing in on itself.

He knows. Heart beating all wrong.

He knows what you've done.

No. How'd he find out?

Find out what? Something bad.

Before the ghost. Jesus, what's the thing?

The drugs, the fake ID, something worse than...

Fuck.

I do this thing after I'm around people

where I overanalyze every interaction

to see where I went wrong, who I offended.

I sit up all night worrying I didn't catch the right cues

or I said the wrong things.

Some might call that socially retarded.

Human interaction is just a manipulation dance...

A way for people to get what they want from each other.

Popular people... They are just the best liars.

It gives people a reason not to act like assholes.

You're an asshole.

I am the most well adjusted person in this car.

Does "well adjusted" go on drug-fueled road trips

and use fake IDs to illegally gamble?

I didn't lose my virginity to Becky Cruz.

I diddled her, but she didn't reciprocate.

Don't be a pig.

All I'm saying is you take a dude

that far down the hall and then slam a blue door on his balls,

would it kill her to jerk me off into a crusty napkin?

You never had to sulk home with a pair of blue plums?

A girl gets anywhere near me, and she begging for it.

That's 'cause you only date airheads.

Who, Ruthie? That was one time, and she's all talk.

She talks like a total asshole.

Dating advice coming from you?

Shit, I wonder how Chico gonna react

when he finds out you snuck away.

You guys smell that body odor and self-righteousness?

Can only mean one thing.

We've entered into the dank domain of the hippie.

Yo, I signed on for a road trip to Vegas...

Maybe have some laughs, meet some fly girls.

What is this shit?

Please don't tell me you're a Deadhead, please.

Hippies congregate here when they're not

following Jerry Garcia's foul taint around.

Hippies have drugs.

- Since when do you partake? - I grew up Yakuza.

I managed a champagne club before I was 13.

Hard-core, not some rookie-hour,

baby bullshit you pansies get up to.

Give me your money.

You can't trust these crunchy fuckers.

You don't think I can tell

if someone is selling me bunk drugs?

Let me deal with it.

Yeah, we'll take care of our own score.

So we're really doing this?

Killing my dad? Yeah, mandatory.

The piece of shit owes the Mob so much money

that if he doesn't die, and soon,

my brother ends up in King's, and my mom ends up dead.

Yeah, but you're sure? Like, sure, sure?

I'm only sure of one thing.

Life's about who you love...

and what you do for them.

Yo, if we stuck here until you burnouts score drugs,

let's get that done and scoot.

This place is a bummer.

Mom said hippies is what you get in a godless society.

Your mom, the gang leader?

Ain't nobody tossing up devil sticks in the hood.

Your mom's right.

A bunch of stinky, nomadic stragglers

following a terrible band committed to an empty cause.

You buy that story Saya told?

I heard Lin's really her dad,

and if she don't get valedictorian, he'll kill her.

- You're an idiot. - Just saying.

Sneaking off, hanging with us, drugs?

"Us"? Saya's here to get with me.

As soon as she found out y'all roped me into his,

she was packing a bag.

Her family just tried to kidnap her.

I don't think hooking up is a priority.

Yo, I heard she killed her cousin.

Heavy topic, rife with drama.

Let's pick this up back next session.

- Doses, brother? - Doses?

Acid. You want to buy some acid?

100 bucks a sheet.

- Here. - Sweet.

You want to drop acid? Hell, no.

It melts your brain. You ever done that shit before?

Me?

I'm the acid king.

I won the mirror at the state fair

throwing balls at a toothless meth head.

Perfect, right?

It really nails the shitty dive-bar coke-break ambiance.

You are so my best friend. Do you know that?

Totally!

You're so goddamn cool!

God.

Feeling anything yet, acid king?

I think it's bunk.

Ready to have the best fun ever?

Damn skippy.

You're so uptight all the time.

Have fun, unwind, Marcus. Be yourself.

Iyeah, okay.

I want this to be fun.

I want to have fun with you, guapo.

- Do you want to have fun? - Sure.

Usually fun has less aggressive chest poking... or none.

We found a guy with some real primo shit.

Give me your money.

I warned you about these crunchy hippies

and their bunk drugs, and you didn't listen to me.

And now you've thrown all your money away.

Wasn't that a Mother Goose tale?

Well, Maria and I got enough for the two of us,

but you, the little piggy

who built his house with bunk drugs,

gets to enjoy the rest of the trip sober.

We'll see.

- What can I get you buddy? - Whatever's cheapest.

You're serious, right?

I'd offer to help, but I know

you prefer to score for yourself.

Hey, hey, I heard you kind folks

are looking for some doses.

I got some real good windowpane blotter for you,

my little sun stars, that'll get you centered

so you can experience

this harmonious trip on starship Earth.

Get out of here with your bunk drugs, jelly hippie.

Wow, you need to chill way out, man.

This stuff is good. It's real, visual.

Hey, I got ten hits right here.

So you try them out, and if you like them,

I'll come back, and then maybe you can buy some.

No, I'm good.

Too late!

Come on, man. No worries, Willie.

We've already been burned once today.

Fuck your sham drugs.

Whoa.

Well, good luck, man.

Dude, that was seven hits.

Itit was probably bunk, right?

You better hope so.

The digital mountains are coming!

The digital mountains are coming at me.

I probably should have said something.

They surround everything. They infect.

Marcus, the mountains are fine.

You, however, are out of your mind.

You let me know when they're gone, okay, yeah?

Hey, man, we're going to be here for a long time

if we waiting for the mountains to leave.

- Okay, let me know when! - Word!

What do we do?

How are you?

I'm tripping balls, and I only took one.

Marcus, sweetie, the mountains aren't going away.

But you have to come out.

They won't infect you with the digital consciousness.

- Promise. - I'm back, bitches!

I got a blow job from a girl

for a pair of Steve Miller tickets.

These hippies ain't half bad.

I mean, it's not exactly free love, but love.

Now I feel kind of sad. Not now, man.

We all tripping. But Marcus...

Marcus is tripping.

You got a head full of drugs, little guy?

Don't you worry, we're going to get you out of here.

Get you to a bed, something to eat.

I booked us a room.

We're going to Big Top Big Top!

Was it Sinatra who said that the Strip

is a bummer on seven hits of acid?

Or was that Louis Prima?

You can't fight it.

Your head'll explode, you know?

So lean in.

Think happy thoughts.

Marcus?

Hee-hee!

Gosh and begorra!

The trip is whatever you bring to it!

Vote for me, and I'll set you free.

We can't change reality.

But we can change the way we feel about it.

Life is not a dress rehearsal, Marcus.

Mom, don't leave me!

The turbines have needs.

Gravity bends us to them.

I'm not quite what I expected.

Do you feel the same way of things?

Can you see my DNA?

Everything is going to be okay now.

Remember, you promised to have fun.

Serpents swimming through concrete reality,

their backs arching.

Strangers will know.

He has the flu.

Yeah, man.

I knew it. I always knew it, man.

Time was frozen for a million years.

I was alone...

undying in a world of statues.

Of course, once time resumed, none of you knew, but I did.

I see that end-of-movie text

telling us where we're going to be in the future.

Billy Bennett finally marries Petra,

and he becomes the Frankenstein window washer.

If you're not careful, you lose what you were

and become whatever the experiences dictate,

and I don't want you to do that because I just...

So soft.

Why would somebody shit in the ice machine?

I don't think anybody did.

Did you want me to get you some ice?

Can you and I be friends, Teddy Ruxpin?

Tell me a story about friendship and caring.

Dude, I'm a human boy.

You tricked me.

I'm not the acid king.

Time is moving faster now.

We wilt against

the exponentially increasing current.

It's okay, Marcus.

Everything's going to be okay.

What if itwhat if it never ends?

What if this never ends?

I'm going to take care of you.

Relax, this is who we are now.

This is who I am now.

How much acid does it take to kill somebody?

I guess it depends on how strong it was.

The hippie ran off pretty fast.

Why did I do it?

The answer makes me nauseous.

Blood-soaked, overdosed,

nearing mental and physical collapse,

all to impress them.

The weak do not belong in my school.

All to show them how fearless and cool I am,

to hide the truth that I'm terrified of being alone,

terrified of another year

without a friend, without a home.

How did we get here? Hey, buddy, I'm home.

I'm watching the past

projected on to my current reality.

What's wrong with you, Marcus?

Have you been smoking that wacky tobacky?

The undulating room of formless shapes melting,

the albino God on the throne of doll heads.

Again?

Sure, an albino God on a throne of doll heads.

You're doing great, buddy.

Where'd everyone go?

To the am/pm to get smokes and snacks and stuff.

Maria went to the pool.

I told you that, like, six times, dude.

- Are you mad at me? - What?

No, dude. Just nervous.

- Why? - My dad's staying

in the next room.

I'm going to set a device on his door.

Let us know when he gets back, keeps it from locking.

I-I'm having a hard time.

My dadnot all bad.

There are these moments

where you can see the good guy inside...

Like he's trapped inside an asshole.

Didn't he put your mom in danger

and send you to King's to pay a debt?

Yeah.

That's the thing...

The shitty part of him is super shitty.

He doesn't care who he hurts.

Hehe can't stop himself.

He just keeps digging himself a deeper hole.

The good guy inside lost the battle.

Yoo-hoo!

How'd you get yourself into this bad trouble, friend?

All that acid... Won't be long now.

Your nervous system's gonna collapse.

You know who you should call.

My parents.

Apologize for killing myself.

Apologize for the needy part

that made me do all these things.

Marcus, aren't your parents, you know...

The parents are going to be disappointed in me.

Your parents are dead, Marcus.

Look, my old man should be back any minute.

Are you still up for this?

Now is all we have.

Here and now.

- Yeah, here and now. - Right.

- Fuck you! Help! - I don't...

Cocksucker!

All I ever wanted was obedience from you, peckerhead!

You couldn't even succeed at that!

What are you, his boyfriend?

Aah!

You picked the wrong guy, sonny bo...

Mother...

Son of a...

Dad?

I never asked you for anything.

I...

Why couldn't...

Why didn't you...

Why?

Why?

Shh.

We have to hide the body.

W-we made so much noise.

Shh.

Grab his hands. Grab his hands.

Whatwhat did I do?

It wasn't you.

I did it.

Marcus.

I see you.

This is too much. It's worse than I thought.

People, the lights. I can't do it.

No option, you let the door close.

Locked us out of our room. Just hold it together.

Got to find Saya or Maria. They have the keys.

I feel like we're not good people.

Like, maybe, we're...

Hey, yo, Marcus.

That's right, I'm talking to you.

You looking real good.

Hey.

Quit bugging. Come over here and play.

These slots are looser than your mother.

Round and round it goes, clothes and hos.

- We have a winner. - Keep putting money in me.

I'll keep taking it from your dumb ass.

You won, bitch!

Hey, hey, this bitch over here winning!

Congratulations, but take a bath.

Is this okay? People watching me.

No, doesn't matter. I didn't do anything wrong, no.

No.

Too bad, bitch.

You have a head full of dumb shit.

This...

Holy cow, that is one terrible fake ID.

He's going to see my hands.

See the blood. He'll know what I did.

You changed the date with a pen and laminated it.

You retarded, son?

Well, are you?

I'm going to make your shit brain a deal.

I'm going to take the money and the fake ID,

and you can go and screw off out of my casino!

What do you say?

Yes, please.

Hehe didn't know.

Didn't know what, Marcus?

My hands.

My hands are clean.

Blood was in your hand.

Because you're high on drugs, man.

What do I do now?

Call your mother.

Apologize for what you became.

Tell her it wasn't her fault.

What you don't focus on will come true.

Try not to focus on how bad I want this to be over.

Try not to focus on how bad

I want to be back home with them...

how bad I miss them,

how bad I want to be her innocent little boy again.

Shit, I smell like an armpit's ball sack.

He can smell me.

He thinks I'm being a dick.

Shit, I don't remember what to say in elevators.

What is elevator etiquette?

Think! Say something, or he'll think you're rude.

What's up, queerbait?

Am I tripping you out, man?

C-Chester, youyou are...

Pretty?

No, you're surprised I'm alive. Is that it?

You couldn't piece together what happened at the home.

That's because you're dumb as shit.

Animals I understand, because animals can't lie.

Can't never let you down, unlike my old bunkmate, Marcus.

I was planning to kill you, for real.

Came all this way.

But on the ride in, I seen all these shows...

all these big lights.

It got me thinking.

People are killed every day. Nobody gives a shit.

But if I'm going to get famous,

get my book deal, get on "Donahue,"

I got to do this with pizzazz.

PT Barnum style.

A real Hollywood barn dance.

Keep on rockin' like Dokken, brother.

Gonna fuck with you in a bit...

and get me on "Donahue."

You still here?

Open the door! Let me in!

Chesterhe found me!

I can't take it out here anymore, I can't!

Please don't make me deal with this anymore.

I can't take it anymore.

Maria, it was him.

His face was melted, but it was him.

You're tripping. Everything melts.

It's fine.

- You're okay. - Nothing's okay.

My soul is gone, and the... The Devil keeps following me.

A window I left open.

Have you ever loved someone who mistreated you?

Someone who used you to aid

in their own delusions?

Used your flexibility to force you into something harmful,

no matter what the price to your soul?

Yes.

So am I wrong for running away?

Can you identify with that?

The need to disappear, to start over?

The only way I can identify with anyone

is through a similar painful experience.

Like your pain is the only thing that defines you.

Have you ever been laid on acid?

I-I've never been laid.

Motherfucker.

What are you doing? Run!

Heartless bitch!

After everything I've done for you!

That punk-ass bitch.

Help me! Somebody help!

Come on!

I am a meaningless spurt of consciousness.

No God watching over me.

My life is insignificant.

A short dull buzz...

a brief flicker.

None of it means anything.

It was just shit that happened,

and the universe moves on.

Okay, now, don't mess with me, boy.

I hear you. Stay cool.

Hey, Marcus.

Wake up, dick brains.

Whoa, head trauma and an overdose of LSD?

Great hoobity-doobity!

- What is this? - This?

This is hell, you silly butthole!

Now, listen, you and me...

We've been through some heavy shit together,

so I'm going to level with you.

You're fucked but good, Chumley,

right up your face and ass.

So much as twitch, and you're dead, hombre.

Easy.

It's all good.

No, I didn'tl wouldn't...

Hey, yo, come out, man.

I'ml'm not feeling very good.

Could you maybe leave me alone?

Get out of the damn trash.

When I found her, Maria was just like you,

Guess rats can smell each other?

- I didn't... - We're way past denial!

You were about to fuck my girl, homes!

One of us has to die.

You understand that?

Here... a fighting chance.

A ticket to your real reputation.

You get that gun, you put a hole in me,

only then you can screw my girl!

Chico, Chico!

What did you do? Chico, man, calm down.

Think. You can't kill another student.

Lin will expel you.

I get it, man. You're super pissed.

Look at him. He's learned his lesson.

Whatever happened, it's just a big mistake.

You know what's a real mistake?

Putting your hand on me, pendejo.

You're so insecure, Chico,

you got to hurt everyone who looks at you wrong?

You're going to kill every guy I look at?

I'd say "looking at" is minimizing

what you were doing...

unless you were just planning on looking at his dick.

After everything my family has done for you!

You'd be dead if it weren't for me!

I am dead!

And your family didn't save me.

They used me!

- Shut up. - A sweet little chica

who can get close to any target.

A sweet little chica to plant explosives.

Shut up.

Is that what your love is, Chico?

Forcing me to be a whore?

I love you!

Don't, motherfucker.

Get out of here, Chico. Go, or I'm going to kill you.

You?

Me.

I'm terrified...

'cause I know all that hard-hitting gangbanger shit

you get up to in Watts.

Except...

I hear there's rumors that Willie's a bitch.

Always sends his crew to do the dirty work.

Hey, you kick him one more time, and I'm going to shoot!

You're going to shoot me?

Do it! Pull the trigger!

Do it, Willie! Shoot him!

Do it!

Willie can't.

I always knew you were a bitch.

People that act that hard never got the fire.

Yeah?

Like you, asshole?

You know, I ain't even worried about Lin,

because he ain't going to find out about any of this shit.

Because I'm going to bury every one of you pendejomother...

I'm not the acid king.

- We have to go! - Chico's body!

No time. We got to jet. Come on!

Bubble, bubble, toil and trouble.

We burned through the Mojave Desert.

No one said a word.

We got stitched up by one of the secret

backdoor medical clinics in our Guild handbook.

The acid had worn off, but the adrenaline fried our nerves.

The doc gave us enough Valium to keep moving,

to fight the paralysis.

At some point on the way,

I dozed off for the first time in days.

I woke up with a profound and indescribable feeling...

a specific sensation I haven't had since childhood,

since my parents were alive.

A friend had come over for the weekend,

and we had so much fun.

It was perfect.

And then, suddenly, it was over.

My friend went home,

and I was left alone.

Sitting on a swing where, moments ago,

we were laughing and playing.

Everything was quiet.

A sudden drop-off

from the connection felt moments before.

A punctuated ending followed by that involuntary reflection

that happens when life quickly changes from fast to slow,

and I'm at home in it,

cocooned in the tranquility and peace

of some last shred of innocence

that still exists in my heart.

A small boy...

sitting on a swing, watching the sunset.