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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.

Uh, uh,
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.

Uh, uh, not that
the dildo was... was dirty

or... or... or your... your mom...
uh, 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!

Oh, 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.

Uh, 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.

Mm.

See you ladies
on the dance floor.

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

Oh, 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.

Mm-mm.

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?

Mm, 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.

Oh, 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.

Next stop: 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?

Oh, 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.

Oh, 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!

Cálmate, baby.

You space on movie night?

Forget about the mess
we had to clean up, eh?

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.

Sticker says "fragile,"
dickhead.

Looks like Babushka
sent you something special!

Oh, smoked fishes!

Columbia House
finally makes good

on that
Hanks Williams Jr. tape...

What the hell?

- Mother...
- Piece of shit!

Where is fey boy?

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.

Ah.

Come to have the fun,
sweet pickles?

There's nothing sweet
about us.

Oh, 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.

Uh, 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.

Mm-hmm.

- 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.

- Mm, 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.

- Oh!
- Oh, yeah. Oh!

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

- Yeah.
- Perfect.

That's good.

This is where fun
comes to die.

No one must die.

[Minor Threat's "Good Guys

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.

Oh, 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?

Oh, cool, the Ian Curtis
convention's in town.

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

A few pyrotechnical
diversions.

From hell's heart,

I stab at thee!

- Ha-ha!
Suck on my fiery phallus!

Yes!

Maria.

I could've signed you up,
baby.

Hey.

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, huh?

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, eh?

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.

Hmm?

Oh, yeah?

Welcome to the
Legacy Committee, sweetheart.

Unfortunately,
your application's been denied.

Rat will always be Rat.

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, uh, 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?

Oh, 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.

Ah!

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.

Eh? Hágale, puto.

Chico!

This dance is over.

Everybody return to their rooms.

Been looking all over.

- Are you okay?
- Shh.

- 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.

Mm, 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.