Original subtitles

- Previously

on "Deadly Class"...

- I'm calling that school

first thing tomorrow.

- What school?

- My cousins-

I didn't exactly

leave Tokyo on good terms.

- No one's sweet on Chico.

- I thought you two were-

- I need a passport.

This is my chance

to get away from him.

- My dad owes the Mob,

like, a million bucks.

And my mom, my brother,

they're not

going to survive him.

- What can we do?

- Take a road trip

to Vegas to kill my dad.

♪ ♪

- Forgotten all

human etiquette.

What's expected of me here?

Just be cool, be normal.

What do I do with my eyes-

look at him, the floor?

Stop! Trying to hide the

tension only makes it obvious.

Fuck, where am I?

I should know that.

Okay, piece it together-

two 8-balls of coke.

Saya wouldn't shut up

about water skiing.

Billy had a bottle of ether,

but that wasn't it.

No, none of that matters.

Nothing before

the acid matter.

Numbness in the face

and hands.

Stomach lurches,

compressing in on itself.

He knows.

Heart beating all wrong.

He knows what you've done.

♪ ♪

No.

How'd he find out?

Find out what?

Something bad.

Before the ghost.

Jesus, what's the thing?

The drugs, the fake ID,

something worse than-

Oh...

fuck.

♪ ♪

I do this thing

after I'm around people

where I overanalyze

every interaction

to see where I went wrong,

who I offended.

I sit up all night worrying

I didn't catch the right cues

or I said the wrong things.

- Some might call that

socially retarded.

- Human interaction

is just a manipulation dance-

a way for people to get

what they want from each other.

Popular people-

they are just the best liars.

- It gives people a reason

not to act like assholes.

You're an asshole.

- I am the most well adjusted

person in this car.

- Mm, does "well adjusted"

go on drug-fueled road trips

and use fake IDs

to illegally gamble?

- I didn't lose my virginity

to Becky Cruz.

I diddled her,

but she didn't reciprocate.

- Don't be a pig.

- All I'm saying is

you take a dude

that far down the hall and then

slam a blue door on his balls,

would it kill her to jerk

me off into a crusty napkin?

You never had to sulk home

with a pair of blue plums?

- A girl gets anywhere near me,

and she begging for it.

- That's 'cause

you only date airheads.

- Who, Ruthie? That was one

time, and she's all talk.

- She talks like

a total asshole.

- Dating advice coming

from you?

Shit, I wonder

how Chico gonna react

when he finds out

you snuck away.

[engine roars,

insects chirping]

- You guys smell that body odor

and self-righteousness?

Can only mean one thing.

We've entered into

the dank domain of the hippie.

- Yo, I signed on

for a road trip to Vegas-

maybe have some laughs,

meet some fly girls.

What is this shit?

- Please don't tell me

you're a Deadhead, please.

- Hippies congregate here

when they're not

following Jerry Garcia's

foul taint around.

♪ ♪

Hippies have drugs.

- Ah.

- Oh.

- Since when do you partake?

- I grew up Yakuza.

I managed a champagne club

before I was 13.

Hard-core, not some

rookie-hour,

baby bullshit

you pansies get up to.

Give me your money.

You can't trust

these crunchy fuckers.

- You don't think I can tell

if someone

is selling me bunk drugs?

girls: Mm-mm.

- Let me deal with it.

- Yeah, we'll take care

of our own score.

♪ ♪

So we're really doing this?

- Killing my dad?

Yeah, mandatory.

The piece of shit

owes the Mob so much money

that if he doesn't die,

and soon,

my brother ends up in King's,

and my mom ends up dead.

- Yeah, but you're sure?

Like, sure, sure?

- I'm only sure of one thing.

Life's about who you love...

and what you do for them.

- Yo, if we stuck here until

you burnouts score drugs,

let's get that done and scoot.

This place is a bummer.

♪ ♪

Mom said hippies is what you

get in a godless society.

- Your mom, the gang leader?

- Ain't nobody tossing up

devil sticks in the hood.

- Your mom's right.

A bunch of stinky,

nomadic stragglers

following a terrible band

committed to an empty cause.

You buy that story Saya told?

- I heard Lin's

really her dad,

and if she don't get

valedictorian, he'll kill her.

- You're an idiot.

- Just saying.

Sneaking off,

hanging with us, drugs?

- "Us"?

Saya's here to get with me.

As soon as she found out

y'all roped me into his,

she was packing a bag.

- Her family just tried

to kidnap her.

I don't think hooking up

is a priority.

- Yo, I heard

she killed her cousin.

- Heavy topic, rife with drama.

Let's pick this up back

next session.

- Doses, brother?

- Doses?

- Acid.

You want to buy some acid?

100 bucks a sheet.

- Here.

- Sweet.

You want to drop acid?

- Hell, no.

It melts your brain.

You ever done that shit before?

- Me?

I'm the acid king.

- I won the mirror

at the state fair

throwing balls

at a toothless meth head.

Perfect, right?

- It really nails the shitty

dive-bar coke-break ambiance.

- Mm-hmm.

You are so my best friend.

Do you know that?

- Oh, totally!

You're so goddamn cool!

- Oh, God.

- ♪ Out of my head,

and my mouth's getting dry ♪

- Feeling anything yet,

acid king?

- I think it's bunk.

- Ready to have

the best fun ever?

- Damn skippy.

- You're so uptight

all the time.

Have fun, unwind, Marcus.

Be yourself.

- I-yeah, okay.

- I want this to be fun.

I want to have fun

with you, guapo.

Do you want to have fun?

- Sure.

Usually fun has less aggressive

chest poking...or none.

- We found a guy

with some real primo shit.

- Mm-hmm.

- Give me your money.

♪ ♪

I warned you

about these crunchy hippies

and their bunk drugs,

and you didn't listen to me.

And now you've thrown

all your money away.

- Wasn't that

a Mother Goose tale?

- Mm, well, Maria and I

got enough for the two of us,

but you, the little piggy

who built his house

with bunk drugs,

gets to enjoy

the rest of the trip sober.

- We'll see.

- What can I get you buddy?

- Whatever's cheapest.

♪ ♪

- You're serious, right?

I'd offer to help,

but I know

you prefer

to score for yourself.

- Hey, hey,

I heard you kind folks

are looking for some doses.

I got some real good

windowpane blotter for you,

my little sun stars,

that'll get you centered

so you can experience

this harmonious trip

on starship Earth.

- Get out of here with your

bunk drugs, jelly hippie.

- Wow, you need to chill

way out, man.

This stuff is good.

It's real, uh, visual.

Hey, I got ten hits right here.

So you try them out,

and if you like them,

I'll come back, and then maybe

you can buy some.

♪ ♪

- No, I'm good.

- Too late!

Come on, man.

- No worries, Willie.

We've already been burned

once today.

Fuck your sham drugs.

- Whoa.

Well, good luck, man.

- Dude, that was seven hits.

- It-it was

probably bunk, right?

- You better hope so.

- ♪ Let's spend

the night together now ♪

- Ah, the digital mountains

are coming!

The digital mountains

are coming at me.

I probably should have

said something.

They surround everything.

They infect.

- Marcus, the mountains

are fine.

- You, however,

are out of your mind.

- You let me know when

they're gone, okay, yeah?

- Hey, man, we're going

to be here for a long time

if we waiting

for the mountains to leave.

- Okay, let me know when!

- Word!

- What do we do?

How are you?

- I'm tripping balls,

and I only took one.

- Marcus, sweetie, the

mountains aren't going away.

But you have to come out.

They won't infect you

with the digital consciousness.

Promise.

- I'm back, bitches!

I got a blow job from a girl

for a pair

of Steve Miller tickets.

Oh, these hippies

ain't half bad.

I mean, it's not exactly

free love, but love.

Uh, now I feel kind of sad.

- Not now, man.

We all tripping.

But Marcus-

Marcus is tripping.

♪ ♪

- You got a head full of drugs,

huh, little guy?

Don't you worry, we're going

to get you out of here.

Get you to a bed,

something to eat.

I booked us a room.

We're going to Big Top Big Top!

Was it Sinatra

who said that the Strip

is a bummer

on seven hits of acid?

Or was that Louis Prima?

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

You can't fight it.

Your head'll explode, you know?

So lean in.

Think happy thoughts.

♪ ♪

Marcus?

- Hee-hee!

Gosh and begorra!

The trip is whatever

you bring to it!

Vote for me,

and I'll set you free.

♪ ♪

- We can't change reality.

But we can change

the way we feel about it.

♪ ♪

Life is not

a dress rehearsal, Marcus.

- Mom, don't leave me!

♪ ♪

The turbines have needs.

Gravity bends us to them.

♪ ♪

- I'm not quite

what I expected.

Do you feel

the same way of things?

Can you see my DNA?

Everything is going

to be okay now.

- Remember, you promised

to have fun.

♪ ♪

- Serpents swimming

through concrete reality,

their backs arching.

♪ ♪

Strangers will know.

- He has the flu.

♪ ♪

- Yeah, man.

I knew it.

I always knew it, man.

♪ ♪

- Time was frozen

for a million years.

I was alone...

undying in a world of statues.

Of course, once time resumed,

none of you knew, but I did.

- I see that

end-of-movie text

telling us where we're going

to be in the future.

Billy Bennett

finally marries Petra,

and he becomes

the Frankenstein window washer.

- If you're not careful,

you lose what you were

and become whatever

the experiences dictate,

and I don't want you to do that

because I just-

Oh, so soft.

- Why would somebody shit

in the ice machine?

- I don't think anybody did.

Did you want me

to get you some ice?

- Can you and I be friends,

Teddy Ruxpin?

Tell me a story

about friendship and caring.

- Dude, I'm a human boy.

- You tricked me.

- Ahh...

I'm not the acid king.

♪ ♪

- Mm, time is moving

faster now.

We wilt against

the exponentially increasing

current.

- It's okay, Marcus.

Everything's going to be okay.

What if

it-what if it never ends?

What if this never ends?

- I'm going to

take care of you.

Relax, this is

who we are now.

- This is who I am now.

♪ ♪

How much acid does it take

to kill somebody?

I guess it depends

on how strong it was.

The hippie

ran off pretty fast.

Why did I do it?

The answer makes me nauseous.

Blood-soaked, overdosed,

nearing mental

and physical collapse,

all to impress them.

- The weak do not belong

in my school.

- All to show them

how fearless and cool I am,

to hide the truth that

I'm terrified of being alone,

terrified of another year

without a friend,

without a home.

♪ ♪

How did we get here?

- Hey, buddy, I'm home.

- I'm watching the past

projected on

to my current reality.

What's wrong with you, Marcus?

Have you been smoking

that wacky tobacky?

- The undulating room

of formless shapes melting,

the albino God

on the throne of doll heads.

- Again?

- Sure, an albino God

on a throne of doll heads.

You're doing great, buddy.

♪ ♪

- Where'd everyone go?

- To the am/pm to get smokes

and snacks and stuff.

Maria went to the pool.

I told you that,

like, six times, dude.

- Are you mad at me?

- What?

No, dude.

Just nervous.

- Why?

- My dad's staying

in the next room.

I'm going to set a device

on his door.

Let us know when he gets back,

keeps it from locking.

- I-I'm having a hard time.

- My dad-not all bad.

There are these moments

where you can see

the good guy inside...

Like he's trapped

inside an asshole.

- Didn't he

put your mom in danger

and send you to King's

to pay a debt?

- Yeah.

That's the thing-

the shitty part of him

is super shitty.

He doesn't care who he hurts.

He-he can't stop himself.

♪ ♪

He just keeps digging himself

a deeper hole.

♪ ♪

The good guy inside

lost the battle

- Yoo-hoo!

How'd you get yourself into

this bad trouble, friend?

All that acid-

won't be long now.

Your nervous system's

gonna collapse.

You know who you should call.

- My parents.

♪ ♪

Apologize for killing myself.

Apologize for the needy part

that made me do

all these things.

- Marcus, aren't your parents,

you know...

- The parents are going

to be disappointed in me.

Your parents

are dead, Marcus.

Look, my old man

should be back any minute.

Are you still up for this?

♪ ♪

- Now is all we have.

Here and now.

Yeah, here and now.

- Right.

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

- Fuck you! Help!

- I don't-

Cocksucker!

All I ever wanted was

obedience from you, peckerhead!

You couldn't even

succeed at that!

What are you, his boyfriend?

- Aah!

- You picked the wrong guy,

sonny bo-

Oh!

Mother-

Son of a-

♪ ♪

Dad?

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

I never asked you for anything.

I-

Why couldn't-

♪ ♪

Why didn't you-

Why?

Why?

- Shh.

We have to hide the body.

W-we made so much noise.

- Shh.

Grab his hands.

What-what did I do?

- It wasn't you.

I did it.

- Oh, Marcus.

♪ ♪

I see you.

- This is too much.

It's worse than I thought.

People, the lights.

I can't do it.

- No option,

you let the door close.

Locked us out of our room.

Just hold it together.

Got to find Saya or Maria.

They have the keys.

- I feel like

we're not good people.

Like, maybe, we're-

- Hey, yo, Marcus.

That's right,

I'm talking to you.

You looking real good.

- Hey.

- Quit bugging.

Come over here and play.

These slots are looser

than your mother.

Round and round it goes,

clothes and hos.

- We have a winner.

- Keep putting money in me.

I'll keep taking it

from your dumb ass.

You won, bitch!

Hey, hey, this bitch

over here winning!

Congratulations,

but take a bath.

- Is this okay?

People watching me.

No, doesn't matter.

I didn't do anything wrong, no.

- Oh, no.

Too bad, bitch.

- You have a head

full of dumb shit.

This-

Holy cow, that is one

terrible fake ID.

- He's going to see my hands.

See the blood.

He'll know what I did.

- You changed the date

with a pen and laminated it.

You retarded, son?

Well, are you?

I'm going to make

your shit brain a deal.

I'm going to take the money

and the fake ID,

and you can go and screw off

out of my casino!

What do you say?

- Yes, please.

♪ ♪

- He-he didn't know.

- Didn't know what, Marcus?

- My hands.

My hands are clean.

Blood was in your hand

Because you're high

on drugs, man.

- What do I do now?

- Call your mother.

Apologize for what you became.

Tell her it wasn't her fault.

- What you don't focus on

will come true.

♪ ♪

- Try not to focus on how bad

I want this to be over.

♪ ♪

Try not to focus on how bad

I want to be

back home with them...

how bad I miss them,

how bad I want to be

her innocent little boy again.

Shit, I smell like

an armpit's ball sack.

He can smell me.

Ah, he thinks

I'm being a dick.

Shit, I don't remember

what to say in elevators.

What is elevator etiquette?

Think! Say something,

or he'll think you're rude.

- What's up, queerbait?

♪ ♪

Am I tripping you out, man?

- C-Chester, you-you are-

- Pretty?

No, you're surprised I'm alive.

Is that it?

You couldn't piece together

what happened at the home.

That's because

you're dumb as shit.

Animals I understand,

because animals can't lie.

Can't never let you down,

unlike my old bunkmate, Marcus.

I was planning to kill you,

for real.

Came all this way.

But on the ride in,

I seen all these shows...

all these big lights.

It got me thinking.

People are killed every day.

Nobody gives a shit.

But if I'm going to get famous,

get my book deal,

get on "Donahue,"

I got to do this with pizzazz.

♪ ♪

PT Barnum style.

A real Hollywood barn dance.

♪ ♪

Keep on rockin'

like Dokken, brother.

Gonna fuck with you in a bit...

and get me on "Donahue."

♪ ♪

You still here?

- Open the door!

Let me in!

Chester-he found me!

I can't take it out here

anymore, I can't!

Please don't make me deal

with this anymore.

I can't take it anymore.

Maria, it was him.

His face was melted,

but it was him.

You're tripping.

Everything melts.

It's fine.

You're okay.

- Nothing's okay.

My soul is gone, and the-

the Devil keeps following me.

A window I left open.

♪ ♪

- Have you ever loved someone

who mistreated you?

Someone who used you to aid

in their own delusions?

Used your flexibility to force

you into something harmful,

no matter what the price

to your soul?

♪ ♪

- Yes.

So am I wrong for running away?

♪ ♪

Can you identify with that?

The need to disappear,

to start over?

♪ ♪

- The only way

I can identify with anyone

is through a similar

painful experience.

- Like your pain is the only

thing that defines you.

♪ ♪

Have you ever

been laid on acid?

- I-I've never been laid.

♪ ♪

- Oh.

Motherfucker.

♪ ♪

- What are you doing?

Run!

- Heartless bitch!

After everything

I've done for you!

[Dead Kennedys'

"Holiday in Cambodia"]

That punk-ass bitch.

♪ ♪

- Help me!

Somebody help!

- ♪ In daddy's car

thinking you'll go far ♪

♪ Back east your type

don't crawl ♪

- Come on!

- ♪ To parade your snazz

on your five-grand stereo ♪

♪ It's time to taste

what you most fear ♪

♪ Right Guard

will not help you here ♪

♪ Brace yourself, my dear ♪

♪ It's a holiday in Cambodia ♪

- I am a meaningless

spurt of consciousness.

No God watching over me.

My life is insignificant.

A short dull buzz...

a brief flicker.

None of it means anything.

It was just shit

that happened,

and the universe moves on.

- Okay, now,

don't mess with me, boy.

- I hear you.

Stay cool.

- hey, Marcus.

Wake up, dick brains.

Whoa, head trauma

and an overdose of LSD?

Great hoobity-doobity!

- What is this?

- This?

This is hell,

you silly butthole!

Now, listen,

you and me-

we've been through

some heavy shit together,

so I'm going to level with you.

You're fucked

but good, Chumley,

right up your face and ass.

- So much as twitch,

and you're dead, hombre.

- Easy.

It's all good.

♪ ♪

- No, I didn't-I wouldn't-

♪ ♪

- Hey, yo, come out, man.

- I'm-I'm not feeling

very good.

Could you maybe leave me alone?

- Get out of the damn trash.

♪ ♪

When I found her,

Maria was just like you,

Guess rats can smell

each other, huh?

- I didn't-

- We're way past denial!

You were about

to fuck my girl, homes!

One of us has to die.

You understand that?

♪ ♪

Here...

a fighting chance.

A ticket to

your real reputation.

You get that gun,

you put a hole in me,

only then

you can screw my girl!

♪ ♪

- Chico, Chico!

What did you do?

- Chico, man, calm down.

- Think.

You can't kill another student.

Lin will expel you.

I get it, man.

You're super pissed.

Look at him.

He's learned his lesson.

Whatever happened,

it's just a big mistake.

- You know what's

a real mistake?

Putting your hand

on me, pendejo.

- You're so insecure, Chico,

you got to hurt everyone

who looks at you wrong?

You're going to kill

every guy I look at?

- I'd say "looking at"

is minimizing

what you were doing...

unless you were just planning

on looking at his dick.

After everything my family

has done for you!

You'd be dead

if it weren't for me!

- I am dead!

And your family

didn't save me.

They used me!

- Shut up.

- A sweet little chica

who can get close

to any target.

A sweet little chica

to plant explosives.

- Shut up.

- Is that what

your love is, Chico, huh?

Forcing me to be a whore?

- I love you!

- Don't, motherfucker.

Get out of here, Chico.

Go, or I'm going to kill you.

♪ ♪

- You?

- Me.

- I'm terrified...

'cause I know all that

hard-hitting gangbanger shit

you get up to in Watts.

Except...

I hear there's rumors

that Willie's a bitch.

Always sends his crew

to do the dirty work.

♪ ♪

- Hey, you kick him one more

time, and I'm going to shoot!

- You're going to shoot me?

Do it!

Pull the trigger!

- Do it, Willie!

Shoot him!

♪ ♪

- Do it!

♪ ♪

Willie can't.

♪ ♪

I always knew you were a bitch.

People that act that hard

never got the fire.

- Yeah?

Like you, asshole?

♪ ♪

- You know, I ain't

even worried about Lin,

because he ain't going to find

out about any of this shit.

♪ ♪

Because I'm going to bury every

one of you pendejo mother-

- ♪ I need to be cleansed ♪

♪ It's time to make amends ♪

♪ For all of the fun ♪

♪ The damage is done ♪

♪ And I feel diseased ♪

♪ I'm down on my knees ♪

♪ I need forgiveness ♪

♪ Someone to bear witness ♪

♪ To the goodness within ♪

♪ Beneath the sin ♪

♪ Although I may flirt ♪

♪ With all kinds of dirt ♪

♪ To the point of disease ♪

♪ I want release ♪

♪ From all this decay ♪

♪ Take it away ♪

- I'm not the acid king.

- We have to go!

- Chico's body!

- No time. We got to jet.

Come on!

♪ ♪

- ♪ To have and to hold ♪

♪ ♪

- Bubble, bubble,

toil and trouble.

- We burned through

the Mojave Desert.

No one said a word.

We got stitched up

by one of the secret

backdoor medical clinics

in our Guild handbook.

The acid had worn off, but the

adrenaline fried our nerves.

The doc gave us enough Valium

to keep moving,

to fight the paralysis.

At some point on the way,

I dozed off

for the first time in days.

I woke up with a profound

and indescribable feeling...

a specific sensation

I haven't had since childhood,

since my parents were alive.

A friend had come over

for the weekend,

and we had so much fun.

It was perfect.

And then, suddenly,

it was over.

My friend went home,

and I was left alone.

Sitting on a swing where,

moments ago,

we were laughing and playing.

Everything was quiet.

A sudden drop-off

from the connection felt

moments before.

A punctuated ending followed

by that involuntary reflection

that happens when life quickly

changes from fast to slow,

and I'm at home in it,

cocooned in

the tranquility and peace

of some last shred

of innocence

that still exists in my heart.

A small boy...

sitting on a swing,

watching the sunset.

♪ ♪

♪ Will blow my fears away ♪

♪ ♪

♪ Will dry my tears away ♪

♪ ♪

♪ And dry my tears away ♪

♪ ♪

♪ And blow ♪

♪ my fears away ♪

♪ ♪

♪ Embrace the wind ♪

♪ With both arms ♪

♪ ♪

♪ Stop clouds

dead in the sky ♪

♪ ♪

♪ Hang your head no more ♪

♪ ♪

♪ And beg no more ♪

♪ ♪

♪ Brother wolf ♪