Original subtitles

- 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.

[suspenseful music]

♪ ♪

[dog panting]

- 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.

[chuckling]

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.

[rock music]

- 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.

[chuckles]

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.

[door clicks shut]

- 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.

- [chuckling]

That's just water under the

proverbial bridge, compadre.

Life's too short for grudges.

Forgiven? Check.

Forgotten?

Checka-checka-checka!

[chuckling]

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!

[chuckles]

- 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.

[sharp snap]

- [yelling]

- Caught one!

- A mousetrap?

I get it!

[laughing]

- 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.

[laughs]

[bell rings]

- [laughing]

[stomping]

- 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.

[dramatic music]

[dart whizzes]

♪ ♪

- [blows sharply]

[dart clatters]

[darts whizzing]

♪ ♪

[darts whizzing]

- Mm-mm.

There. There.

Yes, I remember

your technique.

[darts whizzing]

- [sighs]

- 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.

[darts whizzing]

- 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!

♪ ♪

[dart whizzes]

- We'll get there.

[bell rings]

- 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.

[liquid bubbling]

- 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.

- [chuckling]

Rat trap.

[chortles]

I get it. I get it. I--

[snarling]

[laughs]

- Let me grab

those jelly beans.

[glass shatters]

Oops.

[sizzling]

[suspenseful music]

- The fire, it's--it's--

it's inside me!

- [laughs]

- Get away! Get away!

- Karma, man. Kar-ma.

- [screaming]

[laughter]

- The rest of you are free.

- [screaming]

- 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.

♪ ♪

[sighs]

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.

[glass clattering]

[bell rings]

- 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.

[quirky music]

- [laughs]

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...

[with English accent]

I don't care.

- Next stop:

J.P. Morgan, brunch,

raise a couple

of paper white pups.

"Brent, honey, I'm home!"

- [laughs]

- 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.

[laughter]

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

[both retching]

- You dandies need me

to hold your hair?

- How are you

keeping that down?

- Why are you keeping it--

[retching]

- Not my first rat stew.

[toilet flushes]

- Oh, I feel its wee bones

in my belly.

- [gasping]

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!

[both laughing]

- ♪ Call you ♪

♪ You're not there ♪

♪ Answerphone ♪

[knock at door]

♪ Trying to wake ♪

♪ Start anew ♪

♪ I'd give anything ♪

- Cálmate, baby.

You space on movie night?

[radio clicks off]

[dramatic music]

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.

♪ ♪

[door squeaks, clicks shut]

[T.S.O.L's "Superficial Love"]

♪ ♪

- ♪ 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 ♪

- Oh, smoked fishes!

♪ ♪

- ♪ All die for this land ♪

- Columbia House

finally makes good

on that

Hanks Williams Jr. tape--

[shrieks]

[packages popping]

[people gasping]

What the hell?

- Mother------.

- Piece of shit!

- Where is fey boy?

- ♪ President Reagan

can shove it ♪

[tapping]

- You wanted to see me,

Jurgen?

[ominous music]

♪ ♪

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?

♪ ♪

[bell rings]

[indistinct chatter]

- Where's the teacher?

- Find a thousand dicks

and suck 'em.

- So many?

[dramatic music]

[door closes]

♪ ♪

- 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.

- [coughing] 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.

- [spits]

♪ ♪

- 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.

♪ ♪

[pounds on desk]

♪ ♪

- 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.

[thudding]

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--

- [yells]

[tense music]

♪ ♪

- [choking]

[busy signal beeping]

[coughing]

- 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!

[chuckles]

[ominous music]

♪ ♪

[gears clattering]

♪ ♪

- [sighs]

[gears clattering]

[hatch thuds shut]

♪ ♪

- 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.

[dark music]

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.

[soft music]

- I just want to be normal.

- ---- that.

Normal's death.

- But what's more normal

than bragging about

how normal you are?

- [chuckles]

♪ ♪

- 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,

niños running 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.

[bell jingles]

[man speaking indistinctly

over radio]

[door closes, bell jingles]

- Why don't you find out

if this goes with fish?

[man continues indistinctly

over radio]

- 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.

[glass shatters]

[gun cocking]

Lootin' the wrong

establishment.

Put it down now.

- Well, jeez, mister,

I-I brought this from home.

[suspenseful music]

♪ ♪

- [yells]

♪ ♪

[both giggling]

- 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.

[door clicks open]

- 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?

[suspenseful music]

♪ ♪

Jesus never stood a chance.

[Tones On Tail's "Go!"

playing]

♪ ♪

- Oh!

- Oh, yeah. Oh!

♪ ♪

- 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

(Don't Wear White)" playing]

- ♪ 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.

- 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.

[laughs]

♪ ♪

A few pyrotechnical

diversions.

[laughs]

- ♪ 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 ♪

[fireworks whistling

and popping]

- Ha-ha!

Suck on my fiery phallus!

Yes!

- [laughs]

- ♪ 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 bailar on.

- 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?

- ♪ Our lips are sealed ♪

♪ Pay no mind

to what they say ♪

♪ It doesn't matter anyway ♪

- [chuckles]

- Oh, 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 ♪

[feedback squealing]

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.

[applause and laughter]

Please put your hands

together

for the belle of the ball,

the new and improved

Miss Rat 1987.

[laughter and applause]

♪ ♪

- If a wiener is called

a penis,

why isn't a butt

called a poonis?

- [laughs]

- '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.

[rock music]

Dude.

♪ ♪

Jesus, what happened?

- [sniffles]

It's my own fault

for being a charlatan, right?

- Oh, so I'm

the asshole somehow?

[somber music]

[sizzling]

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.

♪ ♪

[suspenseful music]

♪ ♪

- What did he say?

- Pretty much like you said.

- So what do we do now?

[slow music playing]

- Let's go streak

Golden Gate Park.

[both laughing]

♪ ♪

- 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 ♪

[dart whizzes]

- Ah!

♪ ♪

[yells]

The Baba Yaga,

she eats my loins!

- Ladies and gentlemen,

Mellow Yellow!

[darts whizzing]

[people screaming]

♪ ♪

- Hey, pumpkin.

- Out of my way,

you dumb cooze.

[dart whizzes]

- [with Southern accent]

Well, I do declare!

- [gasping]

- Juan.

Compa, what the ----, man?

[ominous music]

Qué pasó, muchacho?

- [grunts]

[grunting]

- 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!

- [groaning]

- This dance is over.

Everybody return

to their rooms.

[Chris de Burgh's

"Lady In Red" playing]

♪ ♪

- ♪ 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 ♪

♪ Mm, mm, mm ♪

♪ ♪

♪ 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!

[chuckles]

- 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.

[solemn music]

- 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.

- [grunting]

[tense music]

♪ ♪

- [yells]

[groaning, panting]

♪ ♪

- [gagging]

♪ ♪

[gasping]

♪ ♪

[gasping, coughing]

- Mark my words.

They will come for you.

♪ ♪

[groans]

♪ ♪

- [speaking Japanese]

[solemn music]

♪ ♪

[tense music]

♪ ♪