All language subtitles for Class of 1999 (1990).en

In 1992 there were 543, 767

violent incidents
in American high schools.

In some cities,
the areas around these schools

were beginning
to fall under the control

of the violent youth gangs.

By 1997, the number of violent
incidents had tripled.

Gangs had taken control
of large sections of these cities.

Some schools were shut down.

The year is 1999.

The gang-controlled areas
have become known as

free-fire zones.

Kennedy high is located in
the middle of a free-fire zone.

The police will not enter.

There is no law.

The department of educational defense
has been formed

to reopen the schools
and control the gangs.

Ladies and gentlemen,

I know that when you asked megatech
to help you with your problem,

it wasn't an easy decision.

You are, after all, educators.

We are automation
and robotics specialists.

At first glance,
not exactly compatible fields.

But the current situation in our high schools
call for unusual measures.

Meet the pride of megatech.

This is as fine a group of educators
as you'll find anywhere in the world.

I guess you could call them
"super teachers."

Cody culp, come with me.

You're getting out.

These artificially created
tactical education units

have been thoroughly programmed in history,
chemistry, all mathematics,

and of course, physical education.

And they also come equipped
with the optional xt-6 hardware

to deal with discipline problems.

It's hard for me to believe
that they're not actually human beings.

Mr. bryles.

One million megabytes.

Oh.

What?

Sign it.

You'll report to your school by 9:00 am,
culp, or we'll have your ass back here.

If you violate any of the terms
of your parole...

We'll be waiting with open arms

to welcome you back
to the real world of this one.

Now, ladies and gentlemen,
i would like to present to you

the principal of Kennedy high school,
Mr. miles Langford.

Dr. forrest, thank you.

That was, indeed, impressive.

This secret program,

sponsored by the department
of educational defense and megatech,

is going to make it possible
for classes to resume once again

at Kennedy high school.

You all know
what we've had to face in the past.

Drugs, gang activity, rampant violence,

and, of course, this group of particularly
troublesome students with prison records

who, because of this experiment,

will be released back into
the school population today.

- Hey-

- hyahhh!

How you doin', man?

How is it in there?

It's all right...

You look like shit, angel.

What do you mean?

- He's a bad little dude.
- Yeah.

I'm getting jumped in next week.

Let's get outta here.

I'm driving.

- Back seat, pal.
- Come on.

Where to?

Wanna get high?

School.

School, man.

You definitely wanna get high.

What is it?

Edge, man.

Best new high since skin.

Cool, huh?

- Come on.
- What'd they do to you in there, man?

You used to enjoy
getting wrecked with your brother.

Times change...

Brother.

Cops gave this place up.

You can't go this way.

Motherfuckin' razerheadz
control this whole area now, man.

Hey, you gonna kill him, man.

What the fuck are you doing?

Get us out of here, Cody.

Welcome home...

C-c-Cody.

Meet any, uh, nice boys in jail?

Yeah, you shoulda been there.

They woulda liked you.

See you at school, assholes.

Ah!

Come on!

Get that Cody! Kill him!

- Get outta here!
- Go, go, go, go!

- Shut up!
- Get out!

Angel, get down!

Catch 'em!

Hold on!

Faster, Cody, faster!

Go!

Fuck!

Looks like Hector's gonna be
a little late for school.

It's gonna be good
to have you back with us, man.

Ow!

God.

What's going on?
This is a free-fire zone.

Yeah, the cops
still won't come in here,

so they got
their own goons now.

Maybe I shoulda stayed in prison.

Welcome, students,
to Kennedy high school.

All weapons must be surrendered
before entering the school grounds.

Out of the way.

You got a search warrant?

No search warrant,
you get away from my car, man!

You wanna
make this tough, huh?

- Can you just--
- huh?

Sonny!

- Sonny!
- Hold it right there.

Hold it right there.

Son-- Cody!

I'm not kidding!

Get your friend out of here.

What about Sonny?

Forget about him.
Do yourself a favor.

You're turning into
a real douchebag, you know?

Why don't you just go fuck yourself?

Any student
caught on school premises

with an automatic weapon
will be detained by school security

and turned over
to the proper authorities.

Your brother says you don't wanna be
a black heart no more.

So what if I don't?

These guys are our friends.

So, if you ain't with us,
you're against us.

So that means we got to kill you.

Yeah, and that'd make us sad, Cody.

Gee, dawn, I'm touched.

So what's it gonna be, Cody?

I'm lyin' low for a while.

If I get slammed for gangin',

I'll be doing real hard time.

Guess you'll have to waste me.

Either way, I'm dead.

Come on, angel.

Let's go.

Hey, you.

Come on, come on.

All right, come on.

Shrapnel.

Yeah, lemme see your papers.

Good morning.

Good morning, Dr. forrest.

- Morning, doctor.
- Morning, sir.

Doctor.

Mr. hardin, Ms. Connors,
and Mr. bryles.

This is the first day
of the rest of your lives.

Come on.

These are our problem students.

I've made sure to assign them
to your classes.

We know what we're here
to do, Mr. Langford.

Academics will be up,
discipline will be firm.

Well, if there are any problems,
my door is always open.

Don't-- move it.

Go on!

There won't be any problems.

70, or I'll make earrings outta your balls.

You're a real badass, huh?

It's fuckin' $10.

Guess you gotta be a millionaire
to go to school here.

Here she comes, Marv.

If you don't have the money,

you're gonna find your balls
in a vise, asshole.

Good morning, students.

You're dead.

Good morning, students.

Good morning, bitch.

I'm Ms. Connors,
your chemistry teacher,

and welcome to the wonderful
world of chemistry.

- You got it?
- You're gonna pay us, aren't you?

Please be seated.

Fuck off.

Internal systems on alert, Dr. forrest.

Switch over to Connors' class.

I think he said...

"Fuck you."

What are you laughing at?

Decision-making process in order.

Skin temperature's increasing, sir.

Gentlemen, if you're
going to be in my class...

She's moving.
She's approaching the students.

You're going to have to be cool.

Oh, baby.

I got cool for you right here, honey.

Right here.

You're gonna
have to walk cool.

You're gonna have to stand cool.

We don't gotta do nothing, lady.

And if you cannot, you will sit down.

I ain't finished.

I'm still 60 bucks short, asshole.

That's not very cool.

"That's not very cool."

Temperature's increasing.

Breathing's increasing.

Approaching critical.

Lady, can't you see I'm trying
to conduct a little business here?

Not in my class.

Hey, don't you mess with my boys,
Ms. Connors.

God!

Reflex time, mark 0.027.

O .027 .

Falls within the parameters, sir.

Reflexes normal.

Now that I have
your undivided attention,

we'll have roll call.

And I see we're
going to have some very--

breathing returning to normal.

Temperature returning to normal.

Education at its finest.

Congratulations, sir.

Uh, can you believe that woman?

Chemistry teacher from hell.

Oh, hi. I'm christie.

I would've introduced myself in class,

but I was afraid she-ra
the devil woman would bite me.

What a drag that class is gonna be.

Girls like you usually love
everything about school.

What do you mean, girls like me?

Nothing.

I don't know.

You new here?

Yeah, I just transferred
from Nixon.

My dad was a little worried about it,

but he said as long as I stayed away
from gang guys...

He don't wanna hang out with us, does he?

Just wants to kiss up to her.

Might as well stick your dick
in a meat grinder, Cody.

I don't know what you guys
are talkin' about.

Uh, I do.

My dad's the new principal.

- Perfect.
- Yeah, maybe for you.

It is so embarrassing.

I might as well go around
with "geek" tattooed on my forehead.

Cody culp.

Black heart for life,
whether I like it or not.

You--you wanna do something
sometime?

I'm sure your dad would love that.

I didn't ask you if you wanted
to do something with my dad.

I think this is my class.

So, uh, are you gonna
call me or what?

Yeah.

To both.

Good morning,
ladies and gentlemen.

I can't hear you!

[ Class yells 1

way to go!

All right, let's make several things
perfectly clear, shall we?

This is going to be

the most difficult

history course you've ever had.

For you.

Expect a quiz a week,

a test every two weeks.

Two hours of homework

each and every night

for the remainder of the year

for the rest of your life.

Something--
something a little more important.

- Get outta here.
- Ugly!

I operate from a model...

A model?

- ...of ab...Solute...
- Spit it out!

Zero tolerance.

So do we!

So no misbehavior
in or out of this classroom.

No roaming the corridors
without a pass.

No disrespect or disobedience.

- Shut up.
- Why don't you shut the fuck up?

And last...

Uh, there'll be no excuses whatsoever.

Why don't you shut the fuck up?

Hey, fuck you, mook.

Have I made myself perfectly clear?

What's wrong with you guys?
You guys can't even fight!

He's making his decision now.

Corporal punishment.
Ls that still legal, sir?

Whatever's necessary
to keep the children in line.

Anybody else?

Hey, Cody!

I made sure that nothing
happened to your bike

the whole time you were gone.

You should give me the car.

You don't have a license.

Big deal.
Neither do you.

What the hell happened to you?

They got me in the parking lot.

And you fucks ran off and left me.

Look at this, yeah.

Who did?

The razerheadz.

Fuckin' Nazi security guards

turned me over
to the new history teacher.

The guy--
the guy's insane.

Got any money?
I really need a hit.

He took everything away from me.
I haven't had any all day.

Come on, angel.

You got any edge?
I'm really hurting.

Hey, look in the kitchen, angel.

Maybe there's some drano
or floor cleanser.

That'd be even more fun, huh?

- This is plenty.
- Hands off that.

- No, no!
- Stop, that's all the edge I've--

get your hands off it right now!

Get your hands off it!
Give me that.

- No, mom.
- Give it to me!

- Mom, I need--
- stop--stop it! Give it to me!

Look who's here, mom.

Find your own drugs.

- No, I'm gonna give it to--
- I need it!

- Mother it's all the edge I have on me!
- Gee!

It's good to be back home.

You're all fuckin' pathetic!

You little brat.
You little brat!

Give it to me! I need it!

Next.

No gang jackets
or colors allowed on campus.

No sexual activity
of any kind permitted.

Hey, you think smart girls
give better head?

Hey, you.
Hey, baby.

Hey, you, principal's daughter.

Hey, fuck off, okay?

Ooh, such nasty language.
What would daddy say?

- Would you just leave me alone?
- Leave you alone?

Hey, what are you doing?

Stop! Help! No!

No! Help!

No!

[Crying 1

hey, stay here.

- No!
- Let go of that girl!

- All right!
- Come on!

- Come on!
- Get up, man!

Get him back!

You're coming with me, culp.

Hey! Hey!

You know the terms
and conditions of your release.

No altercations of any kind.

That boy ended up in the hospital.

That boy nearly raped
your daughter.

I appreciate what you tried to do.

Why didn't you go
to a teacher for help?

Like him?

This bitch nearly broke my arm.

All right, Mr. bryles.
Thank you.

Well, perhaps Mr. bryles
did overreact.

All right, all things considered,
i won't put this on your record,

but this is the last warning.

Now, you understand?

Yes, sir.

Good.

Right, I'm releasing you
to your next class,

which is...

Phys ed, I believe.

Thank you, Mr. bryles.
You may go.

Come on, lad.

A little exercise will do you good.

One more, up.
Suck it up, babe.

Come on.

I'll turn you into a wrestler yet.

Next time,
I'll get 200 out of you.

I did the best I could.

Everybody hit the showers.

That wasn't cool.

It's okay.
Come on, mohawk.

Not you, culp.

You stay behind.

Anybody ever tell you
you got a bad attitude, boy?

You wrestled in prison.

Not by choice, coach.

I wrestled in the service.

Oh, yeah?
Which one?

Military.

Exited the military.

You oughta lay off
the steroids, coach.

I hear they shrink your penis.

Get out of my way, asshole.

I'm a firm believer
in negative reinforcement, culp.

You'd better be careful
from now on, culp.

A real macho motherfucker,
right, man?

Beating the shit outta kids?

Get away from him.

- Oh, my god.
- Amazing.

Simply amazing.
Play that back.

That was a level seven,

multidimensional decision.

The intelligence factor is evolving.

It isn't artificial any longer.

"Kill the enemy"?

I mean, don't you think
he went a bit too far?

The boy had a gun,
for god's sake.

He had to defend himself.

The program may be evolving
faster than we thought.

Or they're having trouble absorbing
their educational directives.

They are machines, you idiot.

They absorb whatever
we put into them, correct?

Hopefully.

There's nothing
to worry about, Marv.

They're just learning.

Jesus, I'd hate to see
what they'd do

if you tried to help
an old lady cross the street.

Oh, come on.

I just wanted to thank you
for helping me this morning.

Tell it to your dad.

- Would you--
- quit thinking about yourself.

I just saw one of my best friends die.

Mohawk pulled a gun on him.

What was he supposed to do?

I was there.

Mohawk was so wasted,
he wouldn't have known

which end the bullets come out.

The study of history is--
is rewarding,

not only in its wonderful richness,

but also in the lessons
that can be gleaned from it.

So let's turn our attention
to the trojan war.

You're late.

Sit down.
Sit down.

He's wasted.

Sonny, please sit down.

Please?

Did you get a note
from the principal?

No, but I'd be happy to take some time off
to get you one.

Watch out.

Fucked up.

18385, huh?

This one's yours.

I thought lockers are private property.

Drug dealing is a capital offense.

It's all personal, man.
I got a habit, okay?

I know.

Not anymore, my son.

Ah!

Ah! Ah!

Call forrest!
Get him in here now!

He's going berserk!

- He's coming down.
- Jesus.

As you'll recall...

The salient point
in the story of achilles

and his famous heel
is that the basis

of all military strategy is:

Find the weak spot...
And attack.

Does anyone have an explanation?

Ingestion of 8,000 milligrams

of ethyldigimesathol will do that.

Break the boy's neck?

Pulverize his jaw?

The effects of habitual use
are indeed disturbing.

Mr. hardin, you beat that boy.

Only in self-defense, miles.

The filthy little punk was armed
with a dangerous weapon.

And he was out of control
on narcotics.

Ethyldigimesathol is notorious for producing
acts of superhuman strength.

Mr. Langford?

The news crew is here.

Thank you, Wanda.

You'll have to excuse me.

I have statements to make,
people to placate.

Dr. forrest...

We'll discuss this later, alone.

Of course, miles.
Whatever you say.

[ Door opens I

give me my hat back.

Hi, daddy.

Hello, sweetie.
What are you doing here?

Uh, Cody wanted me
to come up and talk to you.

Uh-huh?

He thinks that Mr. hardin

might have something
to do with Sonny's death.

Does he?

That poor boy
had a drug problem.

He died of an overdose.

Now, it's very important to me

that you don't get
too involved in all this.

You have to set an example.

Remember whose daughter
you are, hmm?

Excuse me, Mr. Langford,
but the news crew is getting impatient.

All right, Wanda,
I'll be right through.

- Here, give me a hug I've gotta go.
- Okay.

I'll see you later.

All right, see you for dinner.

I'm sorry to keep you waiting.

Miles Langford.
Come on through to my office.

Thank you.

There, you see?
It was an o.D.

All I see is that your father doesn't
give a shit about the truth,

which is that those teachers
are killing people, christie.

You just have a problem
with authority figures.

Jesus, you really are
the principal's daughter, aren't you?

If you just open up
those suburban eyes,

you'd see what's going on.

Hey, I don't have to take this shit
from some illiterate gangbanger, okay?

Absolutely.

Go ahead, miles.

Have another,
if it makes you feel any better.

All I wanted was a safe place
for these kids to learn in.

Hey, right now you've got
discipline for the students

and security for the school.

Students are being beaten
for minor infractions!

Two are already dead!

Look, tell me.

How am I supposed to live with that?

I can tell you one thing.

That is, of this afternoon,
you participated in a cover-up

of the drug addict boy's death.

Miles...

I strongly suggest
that you let this program run its course.

Soon every school in the country

will be after us to handle
their discipline problems.

Now, that could be
a very profitable situation.

Profitable?
For whom?

For me.

Or, I should say, for megatech.

But don't worry, miles.

You'll be the man
who gets all the glory,

the notoriety, the cover of time.

Not you, Cody.

Ah!

Ah!

Here's your good-looking
brother, Mr. culp.

Partying hard, I see.

I'm a black heart now, Cody.

For real.

- Congratulations, angel.
- Hey!

Hey, Cody!

We're jumping him in tonight
in honor of Sonny.

Did you hear how it happened?

Yeah, he got a little careless
on the edge.

Do you believe everything
they tell you in school?

Of course.

We all wanna get ahead, Cody.

I think that history teacher,
Mr. hardin, he killed Sonny.

Oh, why?
'Cause he didn't do his homework?

Man, you are so full of shit
that your eyes are the color of--

hey, man,
what color are his eyes?

Well, they sure aren't
black heart colors.

You know what I think?

I think it's time
for Mr. culp, sr., here

to be terminated from the gang.

Officially.

Come on, we don't have to.

Listen, kid.
You're one of us.

You're not one of him.

- Right!
- Male gang member #21 make him bleed!

Kill him!

Any student
who wish to file criminal charges

against another student
may do so in Mr. Langford's office

between 1:00 and 2:00 pm daily.

Yeah, how you guys doing?

Hi.

Sorry about yesterday.

Jesus, Cody.
What happened to you?

Nothing.

The black hearts gave me
a little going-away party.

Christie, listen, your dad's lying.

Maybe he doesn't know
what's going on,

but you can convince him.

I'm not convinced, either.

Well, what if I can prove to you

that hardin and bryles
are killing people?

Oh, now you think
bryles is in on it, too?

Cody, have you been doing edge?

I mean, these teachers, they may be jerks
and they may be strict,

but they do not go around
killing people.

Come with me over
to hardin's house, okay?

I saw him with Sonny's
crucifix yesterday.

- If I could find it--
- now?

You mean cut class?

Yeah, you never cut class?

Reach down the back
of my pants.

What?

Come on, live dangerous.

What is this?

The faculty address book?

Cody, how did you get this?

Just another one
of my devious criminal acts.

Look up hardin's address.

Check out bryles.

This is really weird.

Hardin and bryles,

they have the same address.

- Yeah?
- Hey, wait a minute.

Ms. Connors lives there, too.

Party.

This is it.

So, what if someone's
looking out the window?

Just act like you belong here.

Shouldn't be too hard.

Okay, Sonny's crucifix
was on a gold chain.

I hope we can find it
amid all this clutter.

Talk about your lean cuisine.

Gotta stay on top
of those pesky squeaks.

What is this?

You wanna touch my gun?

How homey.

Uh...

I think this is Ms. Connor's room.

Unless those guys
are weirder than you thought.

Definitely Ms. Connors.

I've never been in a chemistry
teacher's room before, Cody,

but speaking as a woman,
this is really strange.

I mean, women
don't buy one Lacy bra.

They get panties to match.

- They binge out.
- Oh, yeah?

Women, well,
they have lots of stuff.

They have lots of personal stuff.

We're talking about
a chemistry teacher.

Yeah, but she's still a woman.

Oh, yeah. See?

His mom gave him this.
He would never give it up.

Shit, come on.

Ah, we've been invaded.

Run, run.

Respect for private property
is the foundation of a free society.

Well, the best defense
is a tough offense.

The Langford girl's crossed over.

We'll advise her father on...

Suitable methods of discipline for her.

But now let's eliminate
the bad influence

corrupting her.

Get off!

Run! Go!

...failing to yield
at an intersection.

Exceeding the speed limit.

Not wearing a helmet
or using proper hand signals.

Time for a little driver's ed?

I hate water.

Nice day for a dive.

He'! -

happy birthday.

My birthday was three months ago.

I know.

I'm sorry I missed it.

That's okay.

Mom forgot to pay the bill.

Who'd you wanna call?

Christie.

Principal's daughter?

Man, you don't think about your image.

I don't have anything to worry about.

You wanna shoot some hoops?

If you're sure it won't mess up your image.

Looks like we'll have to
requisition a new vehicle.

What about the boy?

That boy presents
a most interesting problem.

I can take care of him right now.

No, no.

Individual attacks are too inefficient
for our purposes now.

We need a new strategy.

- Such as?
- Such as...

A little game.

A war game, if you will.

- Yeah!
- Angel, angel, angel!

Yeah!

Reigning champ
of the free-fire zone.

Where--
where you going?

Homework.

Join me, could be fun.

If you weren't my brother,

I'd say you were totally
fucked in the head.

Other than that,
you love me, right?

Right.

Same here.

Angel, angel, angel,
angel, angel...

Exhibition of gang colors
is strictly forbidden.

What do you want?

We want to educate you.

Wanted to show you
the misguidedness

of indulging in gang behavior.

I wanna kick his butt.

We're coming
to get you, kid!

No!

Help! Help!

Help!

Help!

Help!

What do you want?
What do you--

no.
Help!

Help!

No!

What?!

- Shh.
- Get off of me!

I thought you had him.

Sorry.

Holy shit.
Ls that pizza ready?

Hey, get the hell
away from my car!

What the fuck?

Am I late for night school, bitch?

Let's go, pizza man.

I'm starving.

Why'd you send noser, man?

The kid gets lost
trying to find his dick.

Get those fucking
black hearts!

Fun and games,
phase one complete.

- Leave him alone.
- Holy shit, it's his brother.

Leave him alone!

Oh, my god!

He needs help, baby.

Oh, angel.

Come on.

- Get a blanket!
- Somebody get a blanket!

Somebody get a fucking blanket!

Son of a bitch!
Damn it!

Damn it, check it out!

Check it out!

Fuckin' a! We'll be there!

Damn right, man!

I want them all!
All those guys!

Jump me in!

Jump me fuckin' in now!

- Did you check everywhere?
- Yeah, check nine again.

- What about forrest?
- He's on his way.

Why the panic, gentlemen?

The teachers are not
in their rooms, sir.

They can't be monitored
when they're not here.

There's nothing
to worry about, Marvin.

They made the decision
not to teach today, that's all.

But they're supposed to do what they're
programmed to do, sir. Nothing more.

But with the reasoning powers
of a human being.

Find them, shut them down,
and run a complete test.

No matter how perfect they are
in the field, Dr. forrest,

there's no such thing
as a completely stable hybrid.

Or a completely stable human being.

I don't want them taken out
of the field right now,

and that's an order.
Do you understand?

They've almost made a complete
emotional crossover to human modes.

Worst-case scenario, sir?

The educational
directives may have miscarried.

They might be reverting
back to their original military form.

You let me worry about that,
all right, Spence?

All right, everybody, spread out!

Cover each other!

Yeah!
Yeah!

Move move move!

Use any and all strategies
to achieve our objectives.

Death to the opposition.

Exterminate the enemy.

Precisely.

Connors and i
will take out the razerheadz.

Bryles, you'll take out
the black hearts.

Take no prisoners.

Come on!

See if you can work around them!

[ 988p 1

hey, we got a couple
of guys down!

Come on, let's go!
Move up!

- Holy shit.
- All right!

Yeah, let's go!

Here they come.

Hey, Hector!

Go back around the other way.

I'll get 'em!

Oh, hey!

You're next, Mr. culp.

You're making me very angry, Cody.

What are you?

Let's ride! Move it!

Culp got away.

That means this operation
is a failure.

No, no.

No, the strategy is sound.

We'll make him come to us.

Did anyone else
see anybody there last night

besides the razerheadz?

- No.
- No.

Like who?

Like Mr. hardin.

You gotta quit fuckin' around, Cody.

I mean, the razerheadz,
they killed your brother.

You saw what they did to reedy.

No, I saw what Mr. hardin
did to reedy.

Why would a teacher
wanna get involved

in a war between
us and the 'headz?

I wish I knew.

Je-- Cody!

Christie, those teachers--

they're after me.

- Of course--
- I don't know what the hell they are.

Of course they're after you.

We broke into their house.

Listen to me.

We just kicked the shit
out of the razerheadz

and hardin was there.
I saw him.

I shot him.
He didn't even go down.

Are you sure about this?

Yes, I'm sure about this.

They're worse than the razerheadz.
They cannot be human beings.

They're teaching at our school, christie.

Your dad's gotta do something.

On your word,
don't even think about it.

He is fully
on the warpath for you.

Daddy got a call from Mr. hardin
about us being over there.

If he so much as sees me with you,

I'm going back to Nixon
and you are going back to jail.

That's bullshit.

You know, you people
have had total freedom.

That doesn't give you
a license to murder.

Miles, you petitioned
for Kennedy high school

to be used as an experiment
in disciplinary education.

Yes, but not to use my school
as a war zone.

We had a new product to market

and this was a perfect place
to test it in.

Yes, but these androids were supposed
to educate the students.

Battle droids, miles.
Battle droids.

Military surplus,

marked to be shipped
to central America

for the 10-year war.

That is, until the ded called.

It seemed they were having
a little problem in our schools.

I said, "no problem.

"All we have to do
is marry our war machine

with the basic
educational model."

Wonderful results.

You should've seen
those Washington assholes.

They were amazed.

And now we've got a military contract
worth billions.

I see.

So they've been waging war
with my students.

Isn't that what all teachers do?

But my people
aren't just fighting, miles.

They're winning.

Whatever happened
to education?

The students can learn
if they want to.

They simply have to make
the right choice.

Sure.
Learn or be killed.

I want you to turn them off.

I'm terminating this program!

I'm afraid that's the bad news, milesy.

You see, once this program
has been implemented,

I'm afraid it can't be turned off.

The bottom line
is kill the enemy.

What? What?

[ Yelling, choking 1

hello.

Uh, yeah.
I know.

Oh, I'll be there, Cody.

Don't you worry
your pretty little head.

I'll be there.

What is it, man?

I remember the only way
i could get, uh, Cody culp into school

was to promise him free drugs.

- Now he wants to die there.
- What's going on?

He called me out.

- One-on-one.
- You trust him?

Yeah, like a vampire
giving me a blowjob.

[ Door opens I

daddy?

Is that you?

Daddy?

Hello?

It ain't daddy, honey.

What are you doing here?

It's 10100 pm.

Do you know
where your boyfriend is?

Where's my-- my father?

Get Cody culp on the phone...

Or your father's a dead man.

Do you understand?
Huh?

Ow!

Hello?

Hey, man.

It's your old lady.
She's in some kind of trouble.

Christie?

Got your bitch right here, man.

And if you ever want
to see her again,

show up at the school in an hour.

If you don't, she's mine.

The razerheadz have her.

Hector just called me
out to the school.

That's good, that's good.
Does that mean you're with us?

- Guess so, let's go.
- All right!

Great. Jesus Christ,
what is it with that guy?

Don't we spend enough time
at school as it is?

That's it. You see?

Why would Hector stay at school
if he didn't have to?

Jesus, it's the teachers.

Shit!

Everybody get in here!

What? Let's go! Let's go!

Let's ride!

Here all by yourself?

I'm disappointed in you, Cody.

I must say I thought
you'd exercise more caution.

Don't worry about me, Hector.

Let's do it.

You called me out.

Wrong, Hector.

You see, someone's
running a game on us.

The same game
that killed my brother.

The same game that killed noser.

You killed noser.

I didn't kill anyone.

And I'm not here to fight you.

You got no choice.

Back me up, curt.

No, no, no, jefe.
No one's gonna back you up.

The mind is a precious thing
to waste, Cody.

Don't make me waste yours.

Inside this school are three
inhuman teaching monsters.

The ones running this game.

They kidnapped my girl.

They killed Sonny,
reedy, mohawk.

And noser and angel.

I can't believe you.

You're fucking talking shit
about your own brother?

And Sonny was an edge-head, man.

He o.D.'D.

One of these teachers
killed him...

And took this.

It's got his blood all over it.

You gotta know
who your real enemies are.

Now, I'm going in there
to waste some teachers.

Are you with me?

Could be fun.

But if they're not in there,
the war's back on.

- I'm for that!
- Gang member #21 all right!

Do it.

There's only one rule!

Christie's in here somewhere!

If anybody finds her,
make sure she doesn't get hurt.

Very romantic, Cody.

Now, be careful!

These things are like a bad, fucked-up,
George jetson nightmare.

Move out!
Go that way!

Hey, flavio.

Take a couple razerheadz,
go up to the library.

I hear they got the new
Ann Beattie novel.

No shit.
Been wantin' to read that.

Hey, who's got a library card?

I got mine!

No library card!

Let's go check out some books.

Move out!
Go that way!

I remember in junior high, man,
you kicked ass.

Yeah, I thought you
were pretty bad yourself, ese.

Let's go show "mizz" Connors
exactly what we've learned.

Ave Maria. How are we latins
supposed to learn English

if the teachers
don't show up in class?

Just shut up and keep moving.
We gotta find christie.

- Here I am, boys.
- Shoot her!

Shoot her again!

Die, you fucking bitch!

Let's get the hell outta here.

You're gonna need
more than that, boys.

- Tiene bionic tetas!
- Go!

Come on, go!

What the fuck?

Go, go!

Get outta here!

That bitch--
she ain't even fuckin' real.

How are we supposed
to deal with that?

Go!
Move it, move it!

I gotta find christie.
Can you handle bryles by yourself?

Yeah, I can keep his ass running,
but what about miss flick-my-bic?

I'll take care of her.

Don't get your balls burned off!

Christie, shit.

Hey, man.
Hey, it's just me.

Just keep watch.

All right.

Hide your face.

Shh, hey.

It's okay.

It's okay, shh.

Just stop crying.

It's okay. It's all right.

Curt! Curt!

Wanna rumble?

Come on.

Come on.

You come on.
Come on!

Run! Run!

I'm still coming.

Help! Help!

Ah!

I love to mold young minds.

You son of a bitch!

God damn you!

You're a good fighter, Cody,
but you're defeated.

Cody!

Help!

It's important to know
when to surrender!

You're history, Mr. hardin.

Oh, man.

Christie.

Cody!

Daddy?

Come on, we'll come back.
Come on, come on.

We'll come back.
Come on.

Come on, hurry up.

Run, run!

All right, turn on all the gas.

Right here,
you mechanical bitch.

Guess I blew that course.

Hey, where--
where's Connors?

She's toast.

Come on!

I got an idea.
Can you buy me some time?

Yeah, no problem.

He's dying to stick one
of those missiles up my ass.

Let's go.

All right, keep him busy.

Hey, bryles!
Here's my--

bryles, I'm over here!

I'm a warrior-bot!

Over here!

Hold on!

Jump!

This was some heavy gangbanging
going on, eh?

- You okay?
- Yeah.

You all right?

Let's go check out our homeboys.

See if anybody's left.

Okay.

Cody, you hear that?

It's one of our bikes.
Come on.

What, are you a cop?

Bob forrest,
department of educational defense.

So, you're the humanitarian

who decided to bring
these teachers here.

That's right.

A billion-dollar operation.

Well, tough shit, Bobby.

You could use what's left
of them for garbage cans.

Everything was fine, just fine.

This was going to be
the future of education.

It would have eliminated
dirty little insects like you,

made me a lot of money.

But now all I have left
is my reputation

as an upstanding citizen.

And that I intend to keep.

Which means, of course,
none of you can survive.

Ah!

That was foolish.

Very foolish.

When will you learn that aggression
is not the answer?

I'm afraid you're next, my son.

Cody!

Oh, god!

No, no, no!

Cody!

Cody!

Put the chain around his neck!

Go!

Hyah!

Have a nice stretch, coach?

It's okay.

It's over.
It's all over.