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- World War I was started by a teenager with a pistol...

A Serbian peasant who chose to assassinate

Archduke Franz Ferdinand.

Set in motion the chain reaction

culminating in two world wars and today's Cold War.

Character is revealed through choice.

Consider for a moment.

- Sorry, I was just--

Jesus!

- Who would be the recipient of your rage:

A thief,

a child molester,

a world leader♪

This one decision betrays all secrets

and unveils true motive.

Ask yourself. On that dark ledge,

poised to strike with clean opportunity...

Who would you kill♪

- Happiness is just the absence of pain.

These days, that's the best I can hope for.

Dad would tell me to lighten up.

"Life's not a dress rehearsal. Trust in God's plan."

I wonder what he'd think about God's plan

if he'd lived to see what happened to me

in that boys' home.

If he'd seen what I had to do to get out.

If he'd heard the screams in that fire.

Shit, maybe this is God's plan for me.

Hungry, homeless, and wanted by every cop in the city

for a dozen murders.

A positive mental attitude

is essential to survival out here.

These fucking people make it hard.

Lunatics, gangbangers, pushers.

You can only stay on your toes for so long

before you wake up with a screwdriver in your gut.

All I ever wanted was the mundane shit

everyone takes for granted.

Somewhere I belong. A safe place to sleep.

To know where my next meal is coming from.

I see it in their eyes.

Easier to think I've done something to deserve this.

And in my case, maybe they're right.

- ♪ Little girl

♪ There are times when I feel ♪

♪ I'd rather not be

- What you got for me today, Marcus♪

Ain't you cute.

No, no.

You retarded, boy♪

Next time you forget who's running shit around here,

I'll break your goddamn neck. Do you hear me♪

- Get!

- Reagan cut funds to the local nuthouses,

and released hundreds of schizos on the street.

But I'm sure that money went to a better place.

A cruise missile, a tax cut

for some fat prick in a penthouse.

Hey, why not♪

If you're rich, it's because you deserve it.

If you end up smoking some hippie's street roach,

well, that shit's on you.

Joint hits like a semi.

Shit.

Day of the Dead.

Is that tonight♪

This was a bad idea.

- So let us remember the children

and the future we want for them.

Well, hello, Marcus.

Looks like that joint was laced with angel dust, son.

Bad score.

I tried to tell you, just say no.

- Head full of static.

Never could handle being high in a public place.

The paranoia sets in.

Someone is definitely watching me.

- Yo, you've been made.

- ♪ Saw the world go up in flames ♪

♪ Tried to smile, stood there watching ♪

♪ And it doesn't seem

♪ Like this is real

♪ That's just the way I feel ♪

♪ I don't know why

♪ Will I learn from my mistakes♪ ♪

♪ This time I will escape

♪ I'm too young to die

- Get on.

- Police! Don't move!

Put your weapons on the ground!

- Don't look like no psychopath to me.

- Can't judge a book by its cover.

- But you can judge one by its smell.

- He's cute. - Yeah.

Total "Hobo Fancy" cover boy material.

- What you say, mad dog♪

You the psycho that did the boys' home massacre♪

- Pretty tough barking at a dude tied to a chair.

- Untie this punk-ass bitch.

- All right, but my money's on Hepatitis Harry.

- Forgive my students.

They forget that viciousness

serves only to make them look weak.

Billy, if you'd be so kind.

Are you satisfied with your life♪

- Me♪

Yeah.

I eat trash and I sleep in piss.

Everything according to plan.

- Speak to Master Lin with respect.

- Master Lin can eat my shit.

Who the hell are you people♪

- What's important is that we know who you are, Marcus.

And that we know what you've done.

You're a killer.

Few value this particular proficiency, but I do.

What if I told you there's a home for people like you♪

A school where you'd be surrounded by your peers.

- Only what♪ I dress up like a Viking

so you can take tasteful pictures♪

- I'm offering you a chance to harness that fire inside you.

To master the deadly arts.

- The deadly arts, yeah.

That, -- that sounds great.

You know, this all seems really sane and normal,

and y'all look like a fun bunch, but...

whatever this is...

Later, days.

- That son of a bitch stole my wallet.

- Where's the kid now♪ You gotta tell me.

Has anyone here seen our boy♪

- Every single thing I own, gone.

Nowhere left to go.

No future.

No way out.

I tried, Papa.

But there's nothing left to fight for.

All I have left are memories of sunshine.

- Some perfect day, bud♪

Marcus♪

Hey, things are better now.

You got to try and snap out of it.

You only get the one turn at this.

You either find a way to be happy

and enjoy it, or you don't.

Life isn't a dress rehearsal.

- After years of turmoil, Mom and Dad were finally happy.

I tried to be as well,

but I didn't trust it.

Reagan cut funds to the mental health facilities,

released hundreds of mentally ill onto the streets,

including Barbara Salinger,

a suicidal schizophrenic.

Barbara Salinger, who made every fear

I ever had come true.

I don't believe in God, but I'm a hypocrite.

Most nights, I pray.

A track running in the background.

I pray for a way out.

Away from another institution.

Away from another monster. Away from another cage.

I pray for help.

- What are you waiting for♪ - Jesus Christ!

What the hell♪ - Sorry.

Is this kind of a private moment♪

I'd let you jump, but Lin says I got to bring you back.

- Yeah, well, Lin's going to be disappointed.

- Master Lin can protect you from the cops,

and once he's done with you, you'll be able

to protect yourself from anyone.

Not to be a dick, but what do you have to lose♪

- Nothing.

- Wait!

Just hear me out, okay♪

I know all that terrible shit in your head.

- What do you know♪

- I know you don't have anyone.

I didn't, either.

You don't have to be alone.

Master Lin has a basic code of conduct.

There is one thing you cannot do.

Give up our location, and we will kill you.

- Like, full-on "Conan the Barbarian" style.

Like, you will be eviscerated. Lin's family has been

eviscerating people for centuries.

They really love it. - Lin don't flex.

Got a worldwide rep to maintain.

- The rest of the rules are simple.

No disobedience, no drugs,

and no sex.

- We find ways around the last one.

- Well, hopefully not in here.

What is this♪

- Welcome to King's Dominion.

- ♪ I kneel

♪ And wait in silence

♪ As one by one, the people slip away ♪

♪ Into the night

♪ The quiet and empty bodies

♪ Kiss the ground before they pray ♪

♪ Kiss the ground and slip away ♪

- Zhou dynasty.

That sword filled the Yangtze with blood.

Our species may delude itself under a more noble veneer,

but we share one primary goal with other animals.

Survival.

However, when in service to the greater good,

there can be nobility in killing.

It is a stark truth:

Some people deserve to die.

My great-grandfather came here

in search of the American dream.

What he discovered was a nightmare

of indentured servitude and abuse.

So he taught himself to kill;

found a purpose in revenge.

He founded this school,

dedicated his life to the self-liberation

of oppressed people.

People like you.

Primarily, I train creative problem-solvers.

Over time, our curriculum and focus has broadened,

but we must not forget my ancestor's primary goal:

To give peasants the required skill

to dethrone their corrupt masters.

And if you do as I say...

I'll give your rage a voice loud enough

to be heard around the world.

- Fuck it.

- ♪ Under blue moon, I saw you ♪

♪ So soon you'll take me

♪ Up in your arms, too late to beg you ♪

♪ Or cancel it though I know it must be ♪

♪ The killing time

♪ Unwillingly mine

♪ Fate

♪ Up against your will

♪ Through the thick and thin

♪ He will wait until

- Dude, what's your problem♪

- Punk-ass bitches is my problem.

- The locals all strike the same disaffected front.

Hey, Saya, what's up♪

These are posers from every corner of the globe.

- Yakuza don't consort with wetbacks, dipshit.

- It doesn't matter where they're from.

Kids are all the same:

Assholes.

Only difference is, in this place♪

The dagger in your back is real.

- You Mexican♪

Dad was Nicaraguan.

Mom was from Kansas.

- Yeah, whatever you are,

some rep you got.

Half of the class is scared shitless.

The other half want to see if your rep's for real.

So what's your affiliation♪

- I don't vote.

I'm Maria. You can run with Soto Vato.

- Yeah, rain check. That's, um--

that's not really my thing.

Being in a gang is mandatory for survival.

You'll be safer with your own people.

Plus, it'll make it easier for me to get to know you.

- You like this pendejo♪

- As if.

I'm just looking for new recruits, baby.

- Man, get off her. - Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.

Tranquilo.

- The blade. Bad memories.

- You like Maria♪

Meet my other lady.

- Not here. He'll block.

Come on, let's go.

- Tonight,

me and you are going on a date.

Wear something nice.

We're going to bury you in it.

- Aw.

- Go.

- Jesus!

- Who would be the recipient of your rage:

a thief, a child molester,

a world leader♪

This one decision betrays all secrets

and unveils true motive.

Ask yourself. On that dark ledge,

poised to strike with clean opportunity.

Who would you kill♪

Your homework tonight, half your semester grade,

will tell me who you really are.

Use your training.

Search the city for a worthy target.

Someone you think deserves to die, and kill them.

Discard the body, hide all evidence.

Bring me proof.

- No way this is a coincidence.

Was it designed to fuck with me♪

- No problem for a killer like you.

- Someone who deserves to die.

Rory.

It was an open secret around camp.

If anyone went missing, we knew who did it.

And eventually, he stopped hiding the bodies.

There was talk about going to the police,

but Rory knew one thing:

Cops don't care about dead homeless.

- When the Republic of Texas openly declared genocide,

which Indian tribe survived for another 40 years♪

- Well, they all got done in the end.

Sorry, Ms. DeLuca.

- The fierce Comanche survived

due only to strength and cunning.

Remember, hand-wringing liberal ideals

won't keep you safe.

The world respects those who can protect themselves.

Every opponent has a weakness.

Pick a partner. Find theirs.

- No, no, I'm good. - Come on.

- Dude, I know you got me in this leg shear,

but your boner's digging into my chest cavity.

I get it, soft and warm. I use lotion.

- Hey, sorry about Chico.

I'll fix that.

Look, I know you're crazy or whatever,

but you shouldn't mess with him.

- You shouldn't date such an asshole.

- It's complicated.

- Girls always go for dickheads♪

- Guys always go for girls they can't have.

This is--

No, no, no, don't do it.

No, no, no, no, no.

- Is someone going to help him♪ - Bogus move.

Should have elbow-knee escaped into a triangle.

And size doesn't matter.

It's okay, I'll show you. Hand here and here.

Why'd you come back♪

- I needed a place to hide from the pigs.

- I think you need a better reason.

Think of any♪

- Heart racing like I got a knife to my throat.

This is insane. Did I just join a cult♪

Thanks.

Fuck, I think I just joined a cult.

Master Lin tells me that my reputation has already spread.

It'll cause me grief with the local savages.

Still, unsanctioned killing of another student

is against his rules, so I got that going for me.

- In this case, the victim dies

in a spectacularly nasty fashion,

as blood seeps from every orifice.

Prepare your poison, students.

We will be killing these animals in two minutes.

- Dude.

Hey, hello♪

Dude, be rad. Get Viktor's attention for me.

- Why♪

- The good of the common people.

Come on.

- Hey, sorry, could you grab that for me♪

- Pick up your own book, soft boy.

- Name one common industrial poison

ideal for making a statement.

Viktor. - Sodium cyanide.

Victim is dead in seconds.

- You want to make a statement, strychnine leaves your victim

contorted and convulsing for hours.

- Good, Petra. And why do we want it known

that this wasn't an accident♪

- Poison delivers a clear message.

No one is safe from you...

Anywhere. - Outstanding.

- Hey.

Maybe you and me, we study tonight♪

- Are you serious♪ - Pale face, black hair.

Here, they say "goth."

In Soviet Union, they would call you beautiful.

- Sit down, Viktor.

- I must use lavatory. - I said sit down!

- Do it!

Sit!

Learn from his shame, class.

Viktor invited this attack with his arrogance.

You, always remember this.

- And you. Get a mop.

- ♪ '80s!

♪ Whoa, I'm living in the '80s ♪

♪ '80s!

♪ Well, I have to push, I have to struggle ♪

♪ '80s

- I think Chico's got a crush on you.

Or he wants to kill you. Probably kill.

Tomorrow, this can be you. Famous!

- Fuck that bully. He pushed a girl.

- What his deal, anyway♪ - Chico's cartel,

numero unoon campus.

Like the star football kids at a normal school.

- Dicks. - Top of the legacies.

Kids from government or criminal organizations.

As in, not like us. - Us♪

- My old man's an abusive, low-rank cop

dialed into the mob.

You're a bloodthirsty orphan.

We're losers, dude.

- What about them♪ - Preps.

Rich kids. Mostly CIA, FBI.

- Fascists. - Exactly.

Dixie mob. Confederate cousin-diddlers.

White nationalists. - Nazis♪

- You can't seem to keep those rascally varmints down.

White power! - ha-ha.

Dude in the Iron Maiden tee, that's Leonard.

Leads the Hessians. Lower on the totem pole,

but he's got weed. - And what♪

You got to join his D&D campaign to get any♪

- I'm an elfish thief named Jizzledim.

Final World Order out of Watts. Party bummers.

Leader is Willie. - What about her♪

- Young man's got his eye on the unobtainable Saya.

Part valedictorian, part prom queen.

100% bitch.

And leads the Kuroki Syndicate, Yakuza kids.

Gnarly.

No, dude. No, no, no.

You're a Rat.

- Harsh. - As in not from a legacy.

You got the welcoming rat bones and seasonal cheese basket.

Yeah, we're at the bottom of the food chain.

No affiliation.

Come on, I want to show you something.

This is the Graveyard.

Hideaway of the kooks, subculture elitists,

and the disenfranchised substance of losers.

Those who in general don't mix well with others.

- It's a simple solution, okay♪

You have a John Hughes screening

in a theatre-shaped furnace, right♪

And then, light her up.

You know♪

You torch one crowd after the other

until the world is safe from baby boomer innocents.

- I'd like to sign up for your newsletter.

Petra, Lex, meet Marcus, the new Rat.

- The orphanage killer that's got to fight Chico♪

Looks like a proper asshole.

- Lex is head of the Civility Club.

- Civility is just lying to people

about your true feelings, wanker.

- Not an affliction you suffer from.

- Extra credit for making Suzie Sue smile.

- Smile♪ Hard to tell through

all that makeup.

How long does it take you to paint

that ghoulish, sad clown face, Petra, love♪

- Holy mope, Batman!

Rain check on the "Black Celebration."

- Last kid has this much buzz

was the son of that hippie serial killer, no♪

Turtle, Tweedle, whatever his name was.

- He got what he deserved. - Yeah, it turns out

patchouli and Birkenstocks

don't protect from a mace to the noggin.

- Does that scare you, asshole♪

- Patchouli♪ Absolutely.

- Don't listen to Lex, all right♪

You'll be fine. Just going to hang up here

with us, and these most awesome years of your life will fly by.

- You can even use this place to do some good.

Change the world with a bullet, as Lin loves to say.

- I plan on changing a proper big bit of it.

Heads of state, blam. Bankers, blam.

Oil executives-- - Bono, don't forget Bono.

- What about it, new friend♪

What barbaric ambition inspires you♪

- I'm going to kill the guy who ruined my life.

I'm going to assassinate Ronald Reagan.

- He said he's going to kill the bloody Gipper!

- Better do it before your hot date with Chico♪

- That guy's all talk.

- The last bloke who looked at Maria was Chico's cousin.

Chico jammed a barbecue fork into his back.

Left him a bloody paraplegic.

- Yeah, but the rules, they prevent you from--

- Chico doesn't give a shit about rules, man.

He's a butcher. - No joke.

And ready or not, after school today,

one of you is going to die.

- Valproate♪

Maria, chill.

Maria!

- I got to talk to you.

- Get lost. - Please.

- Chico♪

You started shit with Chico-- - He was choking Maria.

- Maria.

Well, good luck with that, psycho.

- It's all bullshit. This stupid reputation.

When I was nine, my dad and my mom,

they died right in front of me.

Court sent me to a boys' home.

The place was just a sweatshop.

They...

they tortured us, they...

They--they did a lot of bad shit.

I hurt some guards when I bailed,

but I--I didn't kill those kids.

- The newspapers, cops♪ - They got it all wrong,

and that's not the point. I'm not what you think I am.

I'm not like you.

- Well, if it's all bullshit, then why did you come here♪

- You told me to. You kissed me.

- Dude, that was an assignment.

Lin would have failed me if I didn't bring you back.

- You told me I didn't have to be alone.

- I didn't tell you to go start shit with the cartel.

- I didn't know. - Didn't know what♪

That the tatted-up vato was a legitimate killer,

and not a theatre kid♪

Do you have any idea where you are♪

- That's why I'm asking for help.

- He's going to kill you.

- So what should I do♪

- Only thing you can.

Run.

- Ay!

- Jesus, Maria. - It's nothing.

He said he'll do a lot worse to you.

So just forget it, okay♪

- Son of a bitch. - Just leave it alone, Marcus.

- It's bullshit, ese♪

Trickle down. That shit don't trickle.

It's stuck up there-- - Hey!

- But you fucking--

- Good on you. Taking the initiative.

- What's up♪ - Come on, Chico, fuck him up.

Say Chico's the man, and you're his bitch.

Say it! - You're just a dickless

rich kid in a prep school,

playing the role Daddy assigned.

You got something to lose. I don't.

I fought a guy who carves people up for fun.

You're just a poser. - You really think

they'll kick me out for gutting a Rat♪

- Go on then. Show 'em, come on.

Do it! - Enough.

- Good.

You're learning.

Just a friendly spar with my new amigo.

Get some rest, Marcus. We'll finish this later.

Vamanos.

- Why you back in that bunk-ass jacket♪

Yo, I got to ace this Black Arts assignment,

and you're my new lab partner.

- Why would I help you♪ - Homeboy, Lin ain't here,

and I ain't no bitch like Chico.

Get in the damn car.

- ♪ I met this girl, her name is Jill ♪

♪ She loved the way I rock on the microphone ♪

♪ When I met Jill, I tried to-- ♪

- I get it. First day jitters.

I remember my first day.

Mesmerized by that fat ass on Ms. DeLuca.

DeLuca's my new white whale.

It was that redneck ho, Brandy,

till I broke through the Mason-Dixon line.

- Brandy's your girlfriend♪ - Girlfriend♪

What♪ Hell no.

She a Nazi, Marcus. That ain't girlfriend material.

Hell is wrong with you♪

I mean, we knocked boots a few times.

But DeLuca♪

Now, I'd wife that up.

Okay, you don't want to chit-chat.

Want to act a punk, that's cool.

But so we clear, you going to help me cap

this bad hombre you was telling Chico about.

Unless it's some bullshit. - He's real.

Rory's an animal. - Ooh, scary.

What's this fool look like♪

Good thing you ain't trying to be no artist.

That's some wack-ass indie-type shit right there.

- The best comics are indie.

"Flaming Carrot," "American Flagg."

- "X-Men"♪ The Dark Phoenix♪

That bitch be jacking everybody up.

- Male fantasy, mainstream melodrama bullshit.

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.

- The Dark Phoenix Saga owns all of that.

Chris Claremont and John Byrne, motherfucker.

Say it! - Right, right.

It's better. - Damn straight.

Here's the deal. You help me do this,

I drop you off anywhere you want to go,

and you won't ever have to see my black ass

or King's Dominion again.

Scout's honor.

- Make a left. - Here we go.

- This what you running back to♪

- Come on, be quiet.

- What♪

Go ahead and call me a punk. I know you dying to.

- I'm not the one who brought you out here.

- Fronting all this OG shit, I hate it.

The shit ain't me, man. None of this shit's me.

I'm a pacifist, man. - You're a what♪

- What's this, now♪

Run, maggots!

- Split up!

- Shit!

Where do you think you're going♪

- No, no, no, no! No!

- Hey, you boys coming up in the city for me♪

- No, man. I don't want no trouble.

- You not leaving. I like leaving.

- Come on, man.

- Old Rory going to still your heart.

- We got to get out of here.

Come on, man. Let's go.

Marcus♪ Marcus!

He dies over and over.

- Shit!

- His face disappears on an endless loop.

- What did you do♪

- I killed someone who deserved it.

- I ain't cut out for this shit.

My moms, she the OG for real.

She just-- and she knows it.

She sent me to King's to make me a man.

Ready♪

And she's right.

I'm just a punk.

- You're not a punk. Your mom's just an asshole.

- Yeah, Mom don't think that way.

And maybe you got the right idea leaving.

Nobody telling you what to do. Nobody to respect and shit.

- No, it's awful.

No one cares if I live or die.

Nowhere to sleep, nothing normal.

- Shit, nothing normal at King's.

- Maybe this is as close to normal

as kids like us get.

- I thought you said you wanted--

- Hey, the hard part's already done.

We passed.

- Dude, this ain't the worst of Lin's assignments.

- You'll need someone to do those for you, too.

And the truth of it is...

I got nowhere else to go.

I need a minute.

No kind god watching over us. Life is insignificant.

A short, dull buzz. A brief flicker.

None of it means anything.

Just shit that happens.

- You embarrassed Chico.

He'll never let this go.

- What the hell happened to your black eye♪

- Makeup.

You wanted to play hero. I just gave you an excuse.

- Jesus Christ.

That's why you pretended to like me♪

So I'd fight your boyfriend♪

- So you'd kill him. I need him gone.

- Well, sorry I let you down. - The Soto Vatos,

they're going to keep coming at you.

- Yeah, because of you. - I'm sorry.

- Sorry♪ You're sorry♪

I--I almost got killed. - I tricked you.

But I wasn't pretending.

No one's ever fought for me before.

Chico gets in fights about me, but not for me.

- I--I have enough problems.

- Petra cooked up some moonshine.

Everyone's getting wasted in the graveyard.

You should come.

- Maybe.

Um, I mean, yeah, sure.

- "Maybe, I mean, yeah, sure."

You're a real crack-up, para veño.

- What do you want here, Marcus♪

- A reason to wake up.

- Tragedy will always find you. That won't change here.

But how you respond to it will.

- Yeah, well, shitty things just happen.

What's the response to that♪

- My daughter, Naya, was two

when she and my wife were killed.

The people I loved most,

taken by the faulty brakes of a freight liner.

And my response♪

I found the drug-addled truck driver,

the greedy owner who couldn't check the brake lines,

and the judge who called my family's murder an act of God.

They were my first kills.

- But your family was still gone.

- As are the men responsible.

- And it helped♪ - Not at first.

Even with my training, the weight of it haunted me.

Years of sleepless guilt.

Then, over time, I accepted it was my right to exact justice.

Why should they enjoy another single day♪

- It's like you said.

Some people deserve to die.

- Once you shed your fear

of choosing who does and who doesn't, you'll see.

Strength feels better than weakness.

Come in.

- Am I done with the assignment♪

- Not yet.

- When was the last time I felt like I belonged anywhere♪

Really belonged.

Maybe this is who I am. What else is there♪

Some desk job♪ Suburbia♪

An overweight, pill-popping wife

raising the next generation of automatons♪

Why participate in that♪

Is that what I really want♪ Bet it isn't.

An ethical compass would be fine if everyone had one.

But it's a cold, cruel world,

and you can't survive without a family.

Even if they are liars and murderers.

And I'd be no different than a cop,

or a soldier, or a politician.

Killing is just a part of the profession.

Maybe I finally found a reason to live.

In a place surrounded by death.

- ♪ Melody Lee

♪ A broken mind, and a broken dream ♪

♪ A burst of speed, a change of heart ♪

♪ Your life was cruel, they call it art ♪

♪ Melody Lee

♪ You need a mirror to set you free ♪

♪ You know you can't cheat tomorrow ♪

♪ If you hide

♪ End in sorrow

- Previously on "Deadly Class"...

- You satisfied with your life♪

- Who the hell are you people♪

- I train creative problem solvers.

- Meet Marcus, the new Rat.

- The orphanage killer.

- Some rep you got.

Half of the class is scared shitless.

- Chico♪

- I'm not what you think I am.

I didn't kill those kids.

- You shitting me♪ I'm a pacifist, man.

- I like leaving. - Come on, man.

Yo!

- If you do as I say, I'll give your rage a voice

loud enough to be heard around the world.

- Sat up all night expecting

to feel like a terrible person.

Did he deserve it♪

Does it matter♪

Morality's just comfort food.

It holds no meaning outside of our minds.

Like the "Mona Lisa,"

something a lot of people imagine value in,

reading something

into that idiot half-smile smear of paint,

one big group hallucination,

the sort of thinking that makes it possible

for a place like this to exist.

Turbines that suck in the innocent

and spit out blood-soaked Wall Street cannibals.

Perspectives stained by company rationalization.

What are you gonna do♪

Throughout evolution, without a tribe,

you were alone and dead

so you sucked it up, worked with the assholes.

That's all we are now,

gangs of capitulating assholes.

Every border, every nation,

every war, every ounce of racism,

tribalism.

Spineless politicians hypnotically finger--------

an ancient instinct to secure alliances

and a great excuse to screw with the new kid.

- Every year, there's an album that's so overplayed,

you can't get away from it.

And, you know, even if you liked it,

after the proliferation, it becomes ear poison forever.

- What's really shocking is that you like INXS at all.

You usually have such great taste.

Just doesn't seem like your thing.

- Michael Hutchence is every girl's thing.

- Hey, what are you smoking♪

Right, got any weed♪

- We all enjoy a wee nip of pollen...

But first thing in the morning, très gauche.

- Marcus just likes drugs, Lex.

I like them too. Drugs are very cool.

No one ever tells you that.

- What about the Hessians♪

- School's dry, Desperate Dan.

- You look like boiled asshole.

- Yeah, I didn't sleep very well.

- Well, you'll have to face the day dry, son.

Easy does it. Let go and let God.

One day at a time.

- ICI expected VX pesticide

would increase agricultural capacity.

Instead, they discovered

one of the deadliest poisons on the planet.

Guess what the government did with this miracle innovation♪

- Gee, Mr. Denke, they didn't use it on anyone, did they♪

- Boy howdy, did they.

But what's really exciting is what they have planned.

Uncle Sam is stockpiling this stuff.

So are the Soviets. Why♪

- To finish of whoever's left after the nukes♪

- Hey, you could slip some into Reagan's jelly beans, Marcus.

You know, for when you kill the president♪

- Homework is to make a list of other synthetic poisons

our overlords horde.

Have a good weekend, future disruptors of America.

- Put on a smile.

Act like this is all okay.

That's how things become normal, right♪

You just live with it long enough.

Pretend.

Don't think about last night.

What are you doing here♪

Life on the streets makes a school for assassins

seem like a rational choice, so sink into it.

Let it be normal. Make some friends.

Dude, that the new "Love and Rockets"♪

It's so crazy great. I love the Hernandez brothers.

- Suck a dick, wannabe.

- You wanted normal♪

You got it.

- Voluntarily ingesting cyanide♪

- Yeah, well,

what am I gonna do, not smoke♪

- So you wanna snuff Reagan♪

- Yeah, he killed my parents.

- Good a reason as any.

Seen half my friends and a few partners waste away

from a plague Ronnie refused to even acknowledge.

Cut funding for research.

Wouldn't say the word "AIDS" publicly.

- Did you explain to your dying friends

that it was, God's plan♪

- You know, I've been thinking.

Lex said he's gonna use his training to do, you know,

good things, you know♪

Change the world.

- Changing the world is hippie bullshit.

People like Reagan,

they never see the guillotine anymore.

- So what do you do, nothing♪

Hating what's wrong is easy.

Yeah, I'm gonna do something about it.

- You have the thing this place is supposed to nurture

and they all see it

and that's what will try and destroy you.

- So I found this haggard-ass homeless lady

who told me about this dude.

Full hardcore.

He was collecting memorabilia, like we learned about in class.

So I waited for him,

crept up on him.

This dude, he was about to stab me with a screwdriver.

And I found this pipe.

I crushed that fool's head in.

Dumpstered the body.

Set it on fire

and got out of there.

- 70% of soldiers don't pull the trigger in battle,

no matter the stakes.

The weak always choke in the face of killing.

With fear of expulsion, all your hopes and dreams,

all your family's expectations, only one of you could do it,

so we'll have a new test,

a final chance to prove your worth.

Survive and you earn a place here.

Fail and you die.

The weak do not belong in my school.

Go. Get out of my sight.

Willie, stay.

- Had a guy, but I couldn't find proof.

- I hobbled a jaywalker. Was best I could find!

- Burning a package for my old man.

- My fault, baby. I should have done--

- Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

- I'm alive without breath and cold as death.

I'm never thirsty but always drinking.

What am I♪

To pass this quiz and survive the poison gas,

you need to make it to the botanical classroom

and answer that riddle in five minutes.

- Okay, small breaths.

Control your heart rate and take it slow.

- Hey, I--I think I can help. - I think you can screw off.

What is this loser Rat doing in AP class♪

Get your hands off of me.

Out of the way, Rat.

- Your table awaits, Jocko.

- Shh.

Come on.

- You said you burned the victim in a Dumpster.

Tell me,

how did you lift the grown man's dead body by yourself♪

- Come on, come on, come on.

- Wait, don't leave us!

- Dude!

- One of these is the antidote.

- Which one♪

Take the wrong one, and we're dead.

- Alive without breath.

Cold as death.

And never thirsty.

They're always drinking.

Fish.

The fish.

- Come on, everybody.

Vote Shabnam for class president.

I'll win with or without your help,

but I'd much rather have your support.

We need more nurses in the infirmary.

We need stalls separating the group showers.

If you put me in charge, there'll be--

Very funny, Viktor.

Thanks. - No worries.

- Um, Shabnam.

Rock out the vote.

- Thanks.

Shabnam for class president.

- U2, Whitesnake, Banana-bloody-rama,

and Def Leppard.

Sweet Lord Jesus.

- What happened to the kids who didn't make it through♪

Are they-- - Dead.

- No, gothic Oompa Loompa monks revived the losers

and whisked them back from whence they came.

- New pal♪

- I'm not really into the hierarchy,

don't normally shit on the physically unattractive,

but that dude and his crew are highly annoying.

- Crew♪

- The goop patrol.

Banker kids, mafia accountants, NASA--

- NASA♪

- There's a lot they're not telling you.

- Whatever, I'm not gonna watch some kid get bullied.

- These animals see kindness as weakness.

Safer to be a dick.

- Everyone loves a dick. - Well, some more than others.

- Any of you guys seen the, new Spuds MacKenzie commercial♪

- You've brought a plague on our house.

- You know, I hear they don't really give that dog beer.

PETA or some left-wing baby would complain.

- Do you know what goes great with people who love

beer commercials♪

A bullet in the box.

- Anyway, Marcus, my parental units are gonna be out of town,

so me and the crew were thinking of firing up

the Commodore 64, a little "Castle Wolfenstein,"

a charcuterie plate.

My dad prob left some amaretto too,

if we wanna get a little crazy.

- We're in. - Come again♪

- School is dry.

You know, something's better than nothing.

- My dad was clear, just a few friends.

- You can't win an election with just a few friends.

- You need to connect with a proletariat.

- It'll be a small gathering. We promise.

- ♪ Girls on film

♪ Girls on film

- During the pop quiz, you were awful close to Marcus.

- Lin made him my secret pledge.

- No shit♪

So anything that psycho does is on your ass♪

- Yeah.

- I kissed him.

- I did too.

- Slut. - Relax.

It was the easiest way to lure him back.

- You♪

- I set him up to take out Chico.

- Maria! - I know.

After he tried, I guess I felt like rewarding him.

Skank!

- Did you touch his dick♪

You like him♪ - As if.

- ♪ Got here as she goes under again ♪

I think we should stop talking about it.

- No, no, no.

- ♪ Girls on film

- There's a cute new boy in school we both kissed.

People are not supposed to discuss him♪

- Basically.

- Are we talking about boys

by talking about not talking about boys♪

- Why did you hide that from me♪

- Is the master of mystery giving me a lecture on secrets♪

- I thought you trusted me.

- I had diarrhea last week, and I didn't tell you about that.

- This is much bigger than diarrhea.

- It was pretty bad.

- Well, you gotta be careful,

'cause if I could find out, someone else could too.

We have to take time out for fun.

The party's just what we need.

It would be so much better if you did not bring him.

- It's complicated.

But I've got him under control.

- Unless he knows you tried to have Marcus kill him.

- Shh. - What's up♪

- ♪ Take one last glimpse into the night ♪

- Oof.

- Get on your finery, baby.

Tonight we're hitting the town.

- Tonight's the big party, and we were talking about--

- Forget the kiddie pool.

I'm taking you out for some high-class romance.

- You ever ask what she wants♪

- I know you ain't got no man.

But when two people are in love,

sometimes they surprise each other with nice things.

- Lucky girl.

- ♪ Sex in the morning

♪ Sex at night

♪ Sex in the afternoon's all right ♪

♪ Ain't a man on Earth that can stay alive ♪

♪ Without a...sex drive

♪ Sex

♪ Sex

♪ Sex

♪ I was in a contest to rock the world ♪

♪ First prize was a virgin young girl ♪

♪ For four days, I was up on the mic ♪

♪ All the sucker MCs was on the bite ♪

♪ Bitin' all my rhymes, stealin' my style ♪

♪ Bitin' on the ice like a crocodile ♪

♪ You know, I rocked so hard, it wasn't true ♪

♪ Won the virgin girl and her mama too ♪

♪ Sex

- Who gets to see my penis tonight♪

- So the sores cleared up.

- No.

Look who's gracing us with her legacy presence

and in public, no less.

- Different rules outside of school.

- Shit, is that Shabnam's old man♪

- No, sells herb to the Hessians.

Probably a pederast.

- Let's go make friends with him.

- I'm not getting buggered for a joint again.

- Petra, really♪

- You still haven't told her♪

Okay, walk in like you're everyone's best friend.

Be the center of the party.

Make eye contact. Pull her in.

Casually sit down next to her, but don't smile.

Just lean back, put a hand on your pecker,

and then ask her if she's hungry for pork.

The old present the pecker,

classic.

Thanks, Saya.

- Listen, kidding aside, you're cute

and funny and you're not a dickhead.

You're a catch, Billy.

She's yours.

- That's right.

Perfect, now hit that shit.

- Gravity bong, nice.

You guys need help smoking that weed♪

- What are you talking about, man♪

Gravity bong♪ It's a water bong.

- Well, no, a water bong is just a bong.

You push that down using gravity.

- It's not gravity, dude. It's pressure.

Trying to school me.

Rookie.

- I just wanted to have some fun with my friends.

- Friends♪

Baby, these people are not our friends.

They're our competition.

- So everyone's an enemy♪

I don't wanna live like that.

- Just for a couple of years.

Then we'll have the cred to take over.

Buy you a house

as big as that shithole village you come from.

Hey.

I've loved you since I was a boy.

We got to watch out for each other.

I know it doesn't seem like much,

but we are all we have in this world.

Yeah.

- ♪ Little Bo Peep cold lost her sheep ♪

♪ And Rip Van Winkle fell the hell asleep ♪

- My mom's carpet is completely ruined.

And someone shat on the wall!

- Y--Yes, yes, house is ruined. Ooh.

But question is for Brandy.

How much would you get paid to ---- Stabnam♪

- $20,000.

- So I'm post up, trying to do what I gotta.

He comes at the dome, dives back,

hit him with one, pop right back up

back in my face.

Same with the driver.

Did what I had to.

Cracked him upside the head with a pipe.

Pow! Knocked his lights out.

Yo.

Who listens to a Walkman at a party♪

You look a fool.

What's this wack shit♪

- The Smiths.

- Sorta gay, isn't it♪

Yep.

- If by gay you mean brave and honest.

- Whining over a guitar ain't brave.

- It's hard to be fearless about sadness.

- Fearless, sad-- are you for real♪

- Yeah, most people hide it like it's a weakness.

Acting so ------- tough.

- Man, you ain't got a rep.

People'll see you weak, and they come at you.

- Let them.

Better expose your ankles, see which snakes bite.

- Let me save you some time,

'cause here at King's Dominion, we all bite.

- ♪ Why can't I get just one kiss♪ ♪

- Pizza.

I--Italy.

- Kill you to smile, Petra♪ Poor, sad poet.

Thigh-cutting, clove-smoking,

mardy ------- Bauhaus listener.

Go to the park. Feed the sodding squirrels.

Life's not so bad.

Brandy Lynn.

You dust-farming cousin humper.

It's 1987.

What sort of inbred asshole still pushing white supremacy

got on bloody horses♪ - The South will rise again.

What have we here♪

A geriatric at a high school party.

Just letting the neighbors know you moved in♪

Court-ordered♪

- You know what, little angry dude♪

I get the attitude.

But let me tell you something.

In 1977, I saw the band Judas Priest

on their first American tour and it changed my life

and I made a promise that I would rock and roll forever,

and I have.

Ever since, I've been living after midnight.

- Hey, everyone!

A happy ending.

The git from "The Hills Have Eyes" is living his best life.

I--

You--

Hair--

- Damn, you got them all pegged, Lex.

Looking down your nose, talking loud.

You're no different than a jock or a prep.

You're just another elitist dick with bad hair

and a shitty bicycle chain necklace.

- ♪ But don't shoot, shoot, shoot that thing at me ♪

♪ Don't shoot, shoot, shoot... ♪

- Careful, mate.

- ♪ That thing at me

- Murder school and all that.

What was that about♪

- I hate bullies.

Lex knew Billy was trying to talk to Petra

and he dicked it all up.

He's just an asshole.

- Did your mouth buy you this scar♪

- No, it was my bunkmate at the boys' home.

- Straight razor, he left the eye.

- He's very generous.

- I bet it used to seem very significant.

- Used to♪

- Love, pain, nostalgia.

Year by year, it doesn't hurt so much anymore.

Whatever effect it had is mixed in like dye.

Once dropped in, no changing the color back.

- You're drunk.

- What are you gonna do about it♪

- This dirt bag was coming at me, yo.

Right hand, shin dropped, that's it.

Y'all know SW wanna mess around.

What I gotta do♪ Something.

I found this pipe, right♪

I see him coming, hand tight.

I crack that mother------ in the head with that pipe

and knocked his lights out.

- All ------- day, listening to you brag.

Why don't you shut the ---- up♪

- Hold up, hold up.

You wanna talk about it♪ - Nope.

- You feeling bad about-- - I don't feel anything.

- You sure you ain't just drowning it♪

- Fruit punch♪

Fruit punch, pacifism,

or whatever the ---- that was last night.

Not exactly down-by-law gangster behavior.

- You don't know shit. - I know you're living a pose.

Why do you act like that♪

- A few years back, my folks got up

on the wrong side of some serious people.

We were on lockdown.

I wasn't even allowed to go outside.

Saturday mornings, man, always me and Pops.

He was cooking me pancakes. I was watching cartoons.

And then the back door opened.

His gat was right next to me, but he couldn't reach it.

So he yelled for me and told me to cap them.

And I had no choice.

I grabbed it and pulled the trigger.

It was too much kick. Lost control.

I shot my pops in the back of the head.

Mom told everyone I shot those dudes to get revenge for Pops.

That's what got me my rep.

But she knows the truth.

- Damn.

That's horrible.

- I swore I wouldn't live like him.

Swore I'd never hurt anyone again.

So, Marcus, don't judge me.

- It wasn't your fault.

You were just a kid stuck in a bad situation.

- Look, man, don't you ever call me out

in front of my people again.

You survive your way. I'll survive mine.

'Cause if I lose my rep, if they ever find out...

I'm dead.

- When I was a kid, I noticed every house had one thing:

a Quaker Oats box, no matter what.

And when things were bad, I got to thinking.

It's God keeping an eye on us.

- That isn't God on the Quaker Oats.

- He looks like God.

There isn't any here.

It's a bad omen, no Quaker Oats.

We should go.

- You're trying to get out of talking to Petra.

Enough stalling.

- Hey, I know--look, um,

I'm sorry if it's lame,

but, um, I think you're really smart and funny

and really pretty and, um, I think I love you, Petra.

- Um...

I--I don't--I don't really know what to say, Billy.

I--I think you're a great guy-- - You have a mouthful of pizza.

I'm such a clod. I--let me--

let me get you something to drink, okay♪

- Ouch.

- Saw what happened.

Must be rough.

Must be hard.

Well, not as hard as Viktor right now.

Guy his size, what's he doing to her♪

Come on.

Gotta laugh about it or what's the point♪

- Let's go balls out!

Everyone get nude!

- White people.

- I like this place.

It reminds me of....

- First time I kissed you.

- You were terrified.

No.

- Chico♪

- Hey, man.

Que pasa♪ - Que pasa,man♪

You in the States now♪

- Yeah.

Emilio, this is my girl, Maria.

- Encantado.

- Sit. Have a drink.

Friend of a friend.

Can't be rude.

- You lie to yourself, tell yourself you're a hero,

and it feels so good.

Fight Chico for Maria. Start shit with Lex.

Pull Shabnam out of the trash.

Do Willie's assignment.

In a place full of people so focused on self interests,

you're the dipshit

putting yourself on the line for strangers.

And what does it get you♪ - All right, all right,

why do Mexicans make refried beans, y'all♪

You ever hear of a Mexican

doing something right the first time♪

- Hey, Brandy. You bigoted piece of shit!

- You manure-looking shithead!

- He's drunk! I'll deal with him!

- Cocksucker!

- You've been trying to get yourself killed all night.

I get what's going on.

Willie, the assignment... - Not--not on me.

He did it.

- Okay, then why are you the one dealing with it♪

- Erasure is coming up next after a cut from our lock

for album of the year, "Darklands"

by the Jesus and Mary Chain.

- "120 Minutes."

- Not enough songs about the devil♪

- Yeah, you need to put that poison down.

It's making you like Erasure.

You know the problem with kids today♪

Not enough weed.

That's where Dwight Shandy comes in.

You know, alcohol fuels our discontentment.

You never hear about a stoned dad murdering all his kids

or a bunch of baked D&D players

rioting after their wizard dies.

- Yeah, you also never hear,

"Stoned doctor nails brain surgery."

- Okay.

I can see you don't wanna have a serious conversation.

- Where'd you go♪

- I just had to go grab $20,000.

Now where's Brandy♪

En garde!

- Eww! - I'm sure she washed it.

- Dude, is that your mom's dildo♪

- Stop! - Dude, that's not really--

- Lex, stop! - My God, dude.

- Scoot off, you tit! - I've read your file.

Your dad's not some tough gangster!

You're just this lowly ------- Rat

who came from a dock worker.

- What did you say♪

Don't you ever talk about my dad again,

you yuppie piece of shit!

Take your mother's dong!

Eat your mother's...dong.

There is old KGB wisdom.

Sometimes you are dildo,

and sometimes you are face.

- Cops!

What's the matter, buddy♪ - Shut up!

- Hah, tell you what, Chico.

Chick like that does definitely know how to party.

- Just getting started, compa.

Got the penthouse at the perma.

- Oof. I'm busy, you know what I mean♪

Can't wait.

- Don't mind if I do.

- We're gonna dance until the sun comes up.

- Make it disappear♪ - Tell my old man it's done.

- On it.

- I love you.

But you needed a reminder of who I am, baby.

I know about Marcus.

Tricking that psycho Rat to take me out♪

- Hey.

Relax.

You're gonna be my wife.

You're gonna raise up my niños.

You know I'd never kill you.

- But you do some shit like that again,

and you're gonna wish I did.

- Get dressed.

- Your dad was the last of a dying breed.

Wh--when grandma got the Alzheimer's, he was there.

Then when she finally died,

some--something broke inside him.

- I thought you might have known him.

- And my dad never came back.

No world he deserved would happened.

It doesn't matter now.

He's gone.

You're with your mom again, Dad.

Who is he♪

- Rory and me lived in a shanty camp under a bridge.

He was always...

He--

He was the worst piece of shit I ever knew.

He stole and he beat up women and he hurt people.

Whatever happened to him, whoever he was,

I don't give a shit

because he chose who he became,

and who he became was terrible.

You burn in hell, you asshole.

- Why'd you do that♪

- It's important we face our victims.

- I told myself all day I didn't feel anything.

But once I heard his daughter, her delusion...

- We hate imagining anyone unveiling truths about us

when we pass,

so we forgive others once they do.

I.D., wanted for six homicides.

Your fortitude likely prevented many more.

Those who lack backbone are devoured.

We can't expect others to watch the herd.

It's up to us.

- There might have been a better way.

- Noise, noise, noise.

Just something you think you're supposed to say.

- So what♪

I just keep pulling the trigger as long as I believe

the old man telling me to do it is fine♪

Then I can live with it♪

- You were justified.

Erasing that human stain doesn't mean you absorb it.

You made the world better.

Over time, you'll see.

I, for one, am very proud of you.

You deserve a good night of sleep.

We found you a permanent room assignment.

I believe you've already met your new roommate.

You were right.

Marcus did the kill, not Willie.

You were smart to tell me.

The deeds of your pledge are yours to share.

- Yes, sir.

- Tell me his weaknesses.

- He's a liar, a liability with the cops,

and a substance abuser.

- And his greatest weakness♪

- His need for friends and family.

- Very good.

But you're holding something back.

- Marcus didn't kill the kids at the boys' home.

His reputation is a lie.

- So if he didn't kill them...

Who did♪

- Step away from the goat and put your hands in the air.

Freak.

- Now, I'm feeling a bit judged.

I wasn't hurting no one.

I was just spreading some love.

Ooh!

Sorry about your noodle.

But I need a pig to help me find the kid

that torched that boys' home.

And, Officer♪

If you thought I was going at that goat hard...

Just wait till you see what I do to my old pal Marcus.

- Previously on "Deadly Class"...

- You're a Rat, as in no affiliation.

- Hating what's wrong is easy.

I'm gonna do something about it.

- You have the thing this place is supposed to nurture,

and they all see it.

- I'm a pacifist, man. - You're a what♪

- Don't you ever call me out in front of my people.

'Cause if I lose my rep, I'm dead.

- I know about Marcus.

You know I'd never kill you.

You do some shit like that again,

you're gonna wish I did.

- I think I love you, Petra.

- I-I-I don't--

I don't really know what to say, Billy.

- Did your mouth buy you this scar♪

Straight razor, he left the eye.

- It was my bunkmate at the boys' home.

- But I need a pig to help me find the kid

that torched that boys' home.

- This standard poodle's skull

is moderately rounded.

- Moderately♪ Look at that thing.

- The coat, a proud, curly silver gray

with a hint of café au lait.

- Ooh, café au lait where it counts.

Am I right♪

Come on.

You still sore at me, sitting over there

with your back to me♪

Look, one day, you're gonna be grateful.

You were a big ole giant pussy when you came here,

and, thanks to me, you're gonna walk out like a man

with some scars.

That's what gives you substance.

Taught ya a good lesson to boot.

Humans are shitty. All of them.

Now, dogs,

like this pup here on the TV,

I know a girl just like her.

I loved her.

Good dog, until Dad found out.

He misunderstood everything.

Yup.

Humans will always let you down, but a pooch--

that love's unconditional.

- All I'm saying is, you're not making your own choices.

You're just doing what you're taught to do.

- Hit 'em with a right hook!

- I don't really trust the sovereignty of any government.

I mean, patriotism♪

What marketing asshole comes up with the idea

that you get to feel noble by--by looking out

for your own self-interests♪

- Uppercut! Uppercut!

Would you quit keeping it real at me

and focus on the game, man♪

Yes!

- Suck my ass, Canadian Crusher!

- There it is. Knockout, baby!

This our champion. That's what I'm talking about.

Let me get some.

You best give me my money, Arguello, or I'll make it hurt.

- I don't have a dime.

- I ain't asking for a dime,

but I want my $2.

You got till tomorrow.

- Borrowing money from FWO♪

Smooth move, ex-lax.

Their interest rates are exorbitant

and their collection methods are rather stabby.

Where is that♪ - Hey, try Bactine.

If you get cut by something dirty,

it can get infected.

Not that the dildo was--was dirty

or--or--or your--your mom-- I don't know--

- You want to bow out on this one♪

- Yeah, very much.

Hey, listen, man.

I'm sorry. I should've done something.

That's just water under the proverbial bridge, compadre.

Life's too short for grudges.

Forgiven♪ Check.

Forgotten♪ Checka-checka-checka!

Dang!

It's the old Rat tutorial guide.

Most of this stuff is, like, way ancient, though.

What you need is the skinny from an in-the-know cat.

Now, Rats, your people,

they're the first of their family to attend King's,

so they're like serfs during feudalism.

- Killer.

I've enrolled in the dark ages.

- Some Rats get extra jobs.

Toilet scrubbing, infirmary watch.

Shithead Lex does mail.

Mopey Petra's on kitchen patrol.

- So if this place is built on classism,

why are you talking to me♪

- I'm friends with everybody.

- 'Sup, dildo♪

- Yeah, ha-ha, Boyd!

We're just messing with each other. We used to--

- You shouldn't let people treat you like that.

- That's part of my specialty.

I let people think I'm weak

and they never suspect the ole Shab-attack!

- Ha-ha. Cool.

- See you ladies on the dance floor.

- Gag me. - No Rats at the Legacy dance.

- Bummer. I just had my asshole freshly douched.

- Joke all you want, but be careful.

Week of the dance,

Legacy hazing is a time-honored tradition.

- Caught one!

- A mousetrap♪

I get it!

- Viktor!

Hey, compa,you got a rabies shot yet♪

Hear you nailed a vampire Rat.

Eternal life, sure, man. But at what price♪

- Communism does not see rich or poor.

Only vagina.

- Blowguns were used by the jungle people of Nicaragua

for thousands of years...

till the Soviets gave them janky Kalashnikovs.

To use one, you must be centered

with total focus.

Well, let's see what you've got.

There. There.

Yes, I remember your technique.

- Are you ashamed for others to know of our beautiful night♪

- Look, Drago, you were a curiosity.

Forget about it, okay♪

- You hide your softness and act cold

because you fear feelings.

- It's not fear you're picking up; it's disinterest.

- Go to Legacy dance with me.

- Jesus, you do speak English, right♪

- Rat, Legacy, jock, goth.

Why do we let differences define us♪

Is as song says, "we are the world."

- Not a world I want to be a part of.

- Come to dance. Have fun.

You will be under my protection.

- No. Nay. Nyet!

- We'll get there.

- What you're cooking today is a dastardly syrup

I call Mellow Yellow.

One drop and you're overcome with primal hallucinations

and terrible anguish.

- Sounds a lot like a night with Petra.

Isn't that right, Vik♪

- Did not know Chico's lapdog was allowed to speak.

- Never would've put you and Vik in the same picnic basket.

How did you convince that hunk to get you in♪

- Did you just say "hunk"♪

- Go on and act stuck-up, but I know you screwed him.

He's sweet on you, too.

Pushing to get you bumped to Legacy.

- I'm sorry, are we friends♪

Why the sudden interest in what I do♪

- No interest.

I just wanted to tell you that you're making the right choice.

You don't belong with us.

You come to that dance, you'll regret it.

Rat trap.

I get it. I get it. I--

- Let me grab those jelly beans.

Oops.

- The fire, it's--it's-- it's inside me!

Get away! Get away!

- Karma, man. Kar-ma.

- The rest of you are free.

- Stay put.

Class clown around here... ends poorly.

- Dude, I was trying.

Serious. I-I want to learn,

but I'm sort of shit at everything.

- You'll get there.

Give it time. These Legacies,

they've been tutored in this their whole lives.

- Does it bother you♪ Training people like that♪

- I thought we were gonna train a generation

to burn it all down.

- Yeah, well, looks like you're propping it up.

- They put a carrot on a stick, tell you if you catch it,

you'll have the power to achieve your goals.

But bit by bit,

they move it from your path to theirs.

Yesterday you said something that reminded me

maybe I lost my way.

- I didn't mean to crumb on you.

You know, talk is cheap. What do I know♪

- It's gonna get worse, not better.

Keep your head down. Pick your battles.

Save your time for maximum destruction.

Play ball at King's until you learn what you need,

and then get the ---- out.

Before finals.

- I don't know. The dance might be fun.

- Rather eat glass.

There's a show at The Stone.

- We're banned.

- Right.

The bouncer with the curious hands.

- Not so curious after we were done with him, hermana.

- Dude, something's up. I think Jurgen's gonna--

- Who you touching, Rat♪

What, you can't hear♪

Get out of my face.

Let's roll.

- I'm in.

- Serious♪

Why the change♪

- To spite Brandy. - I'll take it.

- I'm not dressing up like some candy-ass Valley girl.

- Dress like funeral,

wear bats for bra and pumpkin head.

I...

I'm just happy you come.

With that Russian tosser♪

I'd call you a sellout,

but you Bela Lugosi goth turds

stand for less than nothing to begin with.

- Well, I'm not in your scene, so meeting your interpretation

of what's okay and what isn't...

I don't care.

J.P. Morgan, brunch,

raise a couple of paper white pups.

"Brent, honey, I'm home!"

- This is about what you said, isn't it♪

About your feelings or whatever♪

'Cause, you know, I didn't-- - It's cool.

Now that I see where your tastes lie, it's for the best.

Hope Viktor's balls taste like goulash.

- All balls taste like goulash.

You're gonna give me a lecture on punk cred♪

- Not at all.

Hell, I'd give Viktor a firm hand job

to get out of this jive-ass hazing.

- Dude, you giving out hand jobs♪

- You might be quieter about it, Marcus,

but you're judging her, too.

I'm very intuitive.

- Says the guy who thinks "Jaws" is a comedy.

- Come on! Nantucket twats getting chomped♪

That shark's a bloody hero.

- Qué hubo♪ Qué hubo♪

How's lunch♪

Special recipe today.

Rat. The other white meat.

- You dandies need me to hold your hair♪

- How are you keeping that down♪

- Why are you keeping it--

- Not my first rat stew.

- I feel its wee bones in my belly.

The horror. The horror.

- Today we riot!

No option but full-out class war!

- We'll storm the Bastille and--

and we'll release a loose stool on the throne.

You in♪ - No.

Rain check on eating the rich.

I'm gonna keep my head down and pick my battles.

- Dude, if we let them get away with this,

next time, we'll be eating--

I don't know--cat balls!

Soldier, are you prepared to serve your country♪

- This is war!

- ♪ Call you

♪ You're not there

♪ Answerphone

♪ Trying to wake

♪ Start anew

♪ I'd give anything

- Cálmate,baby.

You space on movie night♪

Forget about the mess we had to clean up♪

I already have.

- I need a break.

- What's that mean♪ You don't want to see me♪

- Of course not.

I just--

I was gonna go to the dance with Saya.

- You should've said something, baby.

I'll throw on my fancy shit.

- No, it's okay. It's okay.

We were gonna do girls' night.

Just the two of us.

Please, just one night.

- Whatever you want.

- ♪ Superficial love

♪ Only for a ----

♪ But love is incest

- Sticker says "fragile," dickhead.

- Looks like Babushka sent you something special!

- ♪ Peacetime, wartime, try to draft me ♪

- Smoked fishes!

- ♪ All die for this land

- Columbia House finally makes good

on that Hanks Williams Jr. tape--

What the hell♪

- Mother------. - Piece of shit!

- Where is fey boy♪

- ♪ President Reagan can shove it ♪

- You wanted to see me, Jurgen♪

Is this a joke♪

- Is it funny♪ - Not to the Guild.

This is a suicide note.

You signed on for life.

- When I shouldered that,

King's was different.

You were different. You remember those days♪

- I remember my father insisted

that you could be a valuable asset.

Took a considerable risk breaking you out of prison.

- He told me we'd restore the balance,

but the people we help already have power.

- The Rats who passed the exam.

- How many were there last year♪

- Where's the teacher♪

- Find a thousand dicks and suck 'em.

- So many♪

- Welcome to the Fundamentals of Psychopathy.

Now, why would Lin enroll such a lowlife

into his esteemed Atelier of the Deadly Arts♪

- You don't know my reputation.

- Well, reputations can be deceiving.

Do you know mine♪ - Um...

you're keen on astrology,

41 victims, no bodies found.

- Cannibalism.

- I would never resort to such desperate theatrics.

Today we will be studying the murderer's muse:

resentments.

No better fuel for the feast.

List what you despise, please.

- Skaters who turn into rock stars.

Like Gator, he's great, but the dude thinks he's Prince.

- Capitalism. - Yeah, that's hard to argue.

- Thatcher. - Snore.

What about you, boy♪

What do you hate♪

- Bullies.

- Go on. - Tiny-dick egotists

who hurt people for no reason,

make people lock their doors at night.

People who make general existence worse,

people like you.

------- hate people like you.

- Today's lesson was on resentments,

and it looks like I got a new one.

I'm just trying to picture you without feet.

- I don't get paid,

I will send your boy back in pieces.

I will do a Van Gogh on him.

You can avoid that.

All you gotta do is pay me, right♪

Just let go of the green

and save Chad from my mean machine.

You hear me♪

I'll just keep the rest of my dirty business a secret.

You'll go to your grave just wondering what I did.

Come to have the fun, sweet pickles♪

- There's nothing sweet about us.

- Sweet pickles,

I'm gonna have you in a sandwich pie.

Gonna run my--

- Now, class, as you just witnessed,

sometimes you gotta fight with bare hands

like the guru of white karate, Chuck Norris, "Firewalker."

Scoom! Skam! Wham-dam!

Other times, you gotta improvise.

- You are twice our size.

- Size, schmize.

When I was a bouncer at Chest of Drawers--

AKA Check for Sores--

on the Jersey Shore,

every Italian from Seaside to Sicily

tried to take a swing at ole Master Zane,

and I knocked the Drakkar Noir right off 'em

with nothing but a brick.

Atypical combat skills save your keisters, meisters.

Now, you two-- you two are losers.

- Well, his swan dive kind of ------ up our entrance.

- Nothing ever happens according to plan.

Hobo kid here,

he still nailed it

with the skimmy-scam-shabaldam!

- Your recommendation♪

- He's been slipping for months,

numerous accidents in class.

It would be best to replace him.

- Just...

Let him go♪

- I trust his silence.

He's served us for nearly two decades.

- That's not how we do things.

Is it♪

- If a reed doesn't bend, it breaks.

Perhaps some flexibility in our principles.

You know what I love about principles♪

None of us can actually prove whose ideas are right

and whose are wrong.

We have to assert our values.

Only then do they become real.

- And when we see that we are wrong,

do we not reassess♪

- Look at them.

They stand in this position in agony

for 12 hours a day for an ideal.

Why♪

- They made a commitment.

- Same as Jurgen did.

It's a shame he couldn't hold his form.

I know you won't let your friendship

get in the way of what must be done.

- They can think what they want.

I know they all call me a bitch.

- You are a bitch. Be proud of that.

- People who proudly self-apply labels

like "asshole" or "bitch"

as if it's a sign of their own strength

are just ugly people looking for an excuse

to lean into their unpleasant nature.

- Well, they all think I'm crazy.

- They're gonna think what they want.

Nothing you can do about it.

- I don't care what they say.

I just wish it wasn't true.

- You're not crazy.

- I just want to be normal.

- ---- that. Normal's death.

- But what's more normal

than bragging about how normal you are♪

- Maybe we shit on what we can't have.

Me, in my heart,

I would love to own a house like this--

filled with books, niñosrunning around,

music in the air.

- Enjoy that bullshit.

I'm gonna party forever and rule the world.

But I would like to come and visit.

- Auntie Saya, party queen of the world.

- You are. - I am. You're right, I am.

- Why don't you find out if this goes with fish♪

- Excuse me, sir, do you think this goes with salmon♪

- Strawberry wine goes with drunk.

How old are you, sweetheart♪

- 25.

- If you're 25, I'm Christie Brinkley.

Lootin' the wrong establishment.

Put it down now.

- Well, jeez, mister, I-I brought this from home.

- Go!

- I remember once, I was with Mom and Dad

in the old sedan,

driving in the middle of the night,

God knows where,

and they had this Christian radio station on.

The only thing we could pick up.

The guy was talking about holding up a mirror to society

to show how violent it is

and illuminate some of the cancer

in the hopes that Jesus' light would cure it

and people would be kind.

This crazy guy calls in

and tells the preacher he's gonna shoot him.

Jesus' disciples out there teaching his message

all these centuries later

and being met with the same response.

The reality is, they like the violence.

They feed on it.

Denke's right, I need to pay attention,

learn to protect myself, grow scales and breathe fire,

never let them ---- with me ever again.

- Killer study hall, yo.

Got this new Kid Icarus business.

Supposed to be some hard-ass shit.

- Now you can talk to me♪

- You still trippin' on that little two-step in the hall♪

Nothing I can do about hazing week.

- Can't defy tradition. - Exactly.

- Witch hunts, slavery, Columbus Day.

- What's wrong with Columbus Day♪

- Look, I got a lot of reading,

and I don't have a legacy to fall back on.

- Can't help what I was born into.

- Look, man, I-I can't--

I can't be friends with someone who's ashamed of me,

not after what I did for you.

- Keep your mouth shut about that, man.

- Or what♪ You'll pacifist the shit out of me♪

Jesus never stood a chance.

Yeah.

- More dead! Look dead! - Find the big pearl!

- Yeah. - Perfect.

That's good.

- ♪ And you'll never, ever get old ♪

♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah ♪

♪ Yeah-yeah-yeah

♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah ♪

♪ Yeah-yeah-yeah

♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah ♪

♪ Yeah-yeah-yeah

♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah... ♪

- This is where fun comes to die.

- No one must die.

♪ Go

♪ Your whole world can change ♪

♪ If only you just broke through ♪

♪ Through the fears inside your head ♪

♪ 'Cause your fears are doing nothing for you ♪

♪ Keep your head up, your mind open ♪

♪ You'll always, always come through ♪

♪ 'Cause living it up, it's a big deal ♪

♪ It's good for you

[Minor Threat's "Good Guys

- ♪ I'm a bored boy born in a rut ♪

♪ Some say my manners ain't the best ♪

♪ Some of my friends have been in a whole lot of trouble ♪

- The corporatization of America

is why everything is so awful.

- Come on, not all of them. McDonald's♪

Without Mayor McCheese and Ronald McDonald,

the Hamburglar would rule us all.

- Right, so instead of having a chef

open a restaurant and pour his heart and soul in,

you know, concocting something delicious,

you get teenagers reheating meat-like patties.

- Man, I could ---- up a meat-like patty right now.

- No, but seriously, like, what happens to a chef

when he has to work at McDonald's

because it's the only restaurant left♪

I mean, years go by, his soul is diminished.

His creativity is stifled.

How is there any other outcome

besides depression, drug addiction, or suicide♪

- Cool, the Ian Curtis convention's in town.

Don't let me interrupt your mewling with this box of fun.

A few pyrotechnical diversions.

- ♪ Man, who's to say who's the better man♪ ♪

- From hell's heart,

I stab at thee!

- ♪ You thought I had a dirty mind ♪

♪ All those messed-up chicks

♪ Of the changing times

♪ White filth and easy living ♪

- Ha-ha! Suck on my fiery phallus!

Yes!

- ♪ Can you hear them♪

♪ They talk about us

♪ Telling lies

- Maria.

- ♪ Can you see them♪

- I could've signed you up, baby.

- ♪ They have no shield

- Hey.

- ♪ It doesn't matter what they say ♪

- You couldn't give her one night away.

- I just came to get my bailaron.

- You're a real piece of shit. You know, all she needs is--

- You're gonna tell me what my girl needs♪

- You clearly don't have a clue.

- She give you that story about wanting a normal life♪

The house with the books

and little niños running around♪

She's been telling that one for years.

I taught her that.

She's working you

so I can keep tabs on your crew.

- What did you say to her♪

- I just told that puta who you really are.

- ♪ Our lips are sealed

♪ Pay no mind to what they say ♪

♪ It doesn't matter anyway

- Yeah♪

- Welcome to the Legacy Committee, sweetheart.

Unfortunately, your application's been denied.

- Rat will always be Rat.

- ♪ Well, that's no surprise ♪

♪ Can you see them♪

♪ See right through them

Listen up, everybody,

y'all might know her as the dark cloud

that haunts the halls of King's,

but tonight

thanks to the lovely ladies of the Cheer Death Squad,

she's gone from wasteoid to...passable.

Please put your hands together

for the belle of the ball,

the new and improved Miss Rat 1987.

- If a wiener is called a penis,

why isn't a butt called a poonis♪

- 'Cause nothing about the English language

makes any sense. - Nothing.

You've got "womb," "tomb," and then "bomb."

- It should be, a "boom."

It's literally a thing that goes boom.

- Bloody ------- right.

- No, dude, no.

Friends don't let friends share dairy.

Dude.

Jesus, what happened♪

It's my own fault for being a charlatan, right♪

- So I'm the asshole somehow♪

We were just messing with you before.

It's normal to want to be a part of the normal world,

but it's easier when you accept

that you don't belong in it. - Stop.

I'm not gonna let them rent space in my head.

Lesson learned.

- You just needed a reminder

of why we don't take part in that mess.

You don't need them.

They are awful.

You're one of ours, love.

- Always will be.

- But you're right to be angry.

- Nothing to be done about it. - Not by yourself.

- I thought you were sitting on the sidelines.

- Yeah, I was picking my battles.

There's no point in having friends

if you're not gonna stick up for them.

Let's burn them down.

- Like a Roman ------- candle.

- What did he say♪

- Pretty much like you said.

- So what do we do now♪

- Let's go streak Golden Gate Park.

- I'm gonna need the rest of that strawberry wine.

- Okay.

- ♪ We were just two crazy kids in love ♪

♪ Making the most of what could be ours ♪

♪ Time stood still

♪ And I spent it in your arms ♪

The Baba Yaga, she eats my loins!

- Ladies and gentlemen, Mellow Yellow!

- Hey, pumpkin.

- Out of my way, you dumb cooze.

Well, I do declare!

- Juan. Compa, what the ----, man♪

Qué pasó, muchacho♪

- Sí, puto♪

- Step off.

- You want a taste, bitch♪

- Bounce. - And miss the disco♪

- It's been a while since the Soto Vatos cleaned the house.

- Yeah♪ - Throw in the Rat for free.

Hágale, puto.

- Chico!

- This dance is over.

Everybody return to their rooms.

- ♪ Ooh, ooh

♪ Ooh, ooh, ooh

♪ Ooh, ooh

♪ Ooh, ooh, ooh

♪ I've never seen you looking so lovely ♪

♪ As you did tonight

♪ I've never seen you shine so bright ♪

♪ I've never seen so many men ask you ♪

♪ If you wanted to dance

- Been looking all over.

- ♪ Given half a chance

- Are you okay♪ - Shh.

- ♪ And I have never seen that dress you're wearing ♪

♪ Or the highlights in your hair ♪

♪ That catch your eyes

♪ I have been blind

♪ The lady in red

♪ Is dancing with me

♪ Cheek to cheek

♪ There's nobody here

♪ It's just you and me

♪ It's where I want to be

- Come on, man. Guard your left.

Your left!

- Hey, what you did tonight,

thanks for having my back.

- I got to thinking on what you said earlier.

- Which part♪ I say so many smart things.

- About patriotism, and it wasn't so smart.

- You must've misunderstood it.

- You said patriotism was about self-interest,

but back in Watts, we had a different kind.

The pride wasn't in the government,

'cause they never earned no loyalty from us.

It's about community.

It's about taking care of your people.

- You saying I'm your people♪

- Not if you can't guard your left.

Come one, Arguello, carry your weight, man.

- Is a celebration in order♪

- More of a commiseration.

Your contract cannot be revised.

Take a sabbatical.

Go to an island, a mountain.

Reset your perspective.

- You know, I don't think a mai tai and a tan

is going to do it.

This is a long time coming.

- A man gives his life to a thing.

Years pass until, inevitably,

one day towards the end...

He wonders if it was the right thing,

but he's already given so much to it.

To quit would erase all his sacrifice.

- So instead, he stays the course.

Too far down the road to turn back,

he agrees to die compromised.

- When you first started at King's,

you were exhausted with the ineffectual game

of terrorizing the pawns of giants.

Here, by bringing your fire to the next generation,

you can make a true impact.

- The Legacies have their futures already written.

They don't give a shit about what I tell them.

And the Rats-- - The Rats♪

- The ones who might actually make a difference,

what chance do any of them stand♪

- The great examination cannot be stopped.

- Because you refuse to stop it!

Give me a head start,

for old times' sake♪

Potassium chloride.

- That was your head start.

- Mark my words.

They will come for you.