Original subtitles

Previously on "Deadly Class"...

You satisfied with your life?

Who the hell are you people?

I train creative

problem solvers.

Meet Marcus,

the new Rat.

The orphanage killer.

Some rep you got.

Half of the class

is scared shitless.

Chico?

I'm not what you think I am.

I didn't kill those kids.

You shitting me?

I'm a pacifist, man.

I like leaving.

Come on, man.

Yo!

If you do as I say,

I'll give your rage a voice

loud enough

to be heard around the world.

Sat up all night expecting

to feel like

a terrible person.

Did he deserve it?

Does it matter?

Morality's just

comfort food.

It holds no meaning

outside of our minds.

Like the "Mona Lisa,"

something a lot of people

imagine value in,

reading something

into that idiot

half-smile smear of paint,

one big group hallucination,

the sort of thinking

that makes it possible

for a place like this

to exist.

Turbines that suck

in the innocent

and spit out blood-soaked

Wall Street cannibals.

Perspectives stained

by company rationalization.

What are you gonna do?

Throughout evolution,

without a tribe,

you were alone and dead

so you sucked it up,

worked with the assholes.

That's all we are now,

gangs of

capitulating assholes.

Every border,

every nation,

every war,

every ounce of racism,

every religion:

tribalism.

Spineless politicians

hypnotically finger-fucking

an ancient instinct

to secure alliances

and a great excuse

to screw with the new kid.

Every year, there's

an album that's so overplayed,

you can't get away from it.

- And, you know, - even if you liked it,

after the proliferation,

it becomes ear poison forever.

What's really shocking

is that you like INXS at all.

You usually have

such great taste.

- Just doesn't seem - like your thing.

Michael Hutchence

is every girl's thing.

Hmm.

Hey, uh,

what are you smoking?

Right, uh, got any weed?

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

But first thing in the morning,

très gauche.

Marcus just likes drugs, Lex.

I like them too.

Drugs are very cool.

No one ever tells you that.

What about the Hessians?

School's dry, Desperate Dan.

You look like boiled asshole.

Yeah, I didn't sleep very well.

Oh, well, you'll have

to face the day dry, son.

Easy does it.

Let go and let God.

One day at a time.

Hmm.

ICI expected VX pesticide

would increase

agricultural capacity.

Instead, they discovered

one of the deadliest poisons

on the planet.

Guess what the government did

with this miracle innovation?

Gee, Mr. Denke, they didn't

use it on anyone, did they?

Boy howdy, did they.

But what's really exciting

is what they have planned.

Uncle Sam is stockpiling

this stuff.

So are the Soviets.

Why?

To finish of whoever's left

after the nukes?

Hey, you could slip some into

Reagan's jelly beans, Marcus.

You know, for when you

kill the president?

Homework is to make a list

of other synthetic poisons

our overlords horde.

Have a good weekend,

future disruptors of America.

Put on a smile.

Act like this is all okay.

That's how things become

normal, right?

You just live with

it long enough.

Pretend.

Don't think about last night.

What are you doing here?

Life on the streets

makes a school for assassins

seem like a rational choice,

so sink into it.

- Let it be normal. - Make some friends.

Dude, that the new

"Love and Rockets"?

It's so crazy great.

I love the Hernandez brothers.

Suck a dick, wannabe.

You wanted normal?

You got it.

Voluntarily ingesting

cyanide?

Yeah, well,

what am I gonna do,

not smoke?

So you wanna snuff Reagan?

Yeah, he killed my parents.

Good a reason as any.

Seen half my friends

and a few partners waste away

from a plague Ronnie

refused to even acknowledge.

Cut funding for research.

Wouldn't say the word

"AIDS" publicly.

Did you explain

to your dying friends

that it was, uh, God's plan?

You know,

I've been thinking.

Lex said he's gonna use his

training to do, you know,

good things, you know?

Change the world.

Changing the world

is hippie bullshit.

People like Reagan,

they never see

the guillotine anymore.

- So what do you do, - nothing?

Hating what's wrong is easy.

Yeah, I'm gonna do

something about it.

You have the thing this place

is supposed to nurture

and they all see it

and that's what will

try and destroy you.

So I found this

haggard-ass homeless lady

who told me

about this dude.

Full hardcore.

He was collecting memorabilia,

like we learned about in class.

So I waited for him,

crept up on him.

This dude, he was about to stab

me with a screwdriver.

And I found this pipe.

I crushed

that fool's head in.

Dumpstered the body.

Set it on fire

and got out of there.

70% of soldiers don't pull

the trigger in battle,

no matter the stakes.

The weak always choke

in the face of killing.

With fear of expulsion,

all your hopes and dreams,

all your family's expectations,

only one of you could do it,

so we'll have a new test,

a final chance

to prove your worth.

Survive and you

earn a place here.

Fail and you die.

The weak do not belong

in my school.

Go.

Get out of my sight.

Willie, stay.

Had a guy,

but I couldn't find proof.

I hobbled a jaywalker.

Was best I could find!

Burning a package

for my old man.

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

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

I'm alive without breath

and cold as death.

I'm never thirsty

but always drinking.

What am I?

To pass this quiz

and survive the poison gas,

you need to make it

to the botanical classroom

and answer that riddle

in five minutes.

Okay, small breaths.

Control your heart rate

and take it slow.

Hey, I... I think I can help.

I think you can screw off.

What is this loser Rat

doing in AP class?

Get your hands off of me.

Out of the way, Rat.

Your table awaits,

Jocko.

Shh.

Come on.

You said you burned

the victim in a Dumpster.

Tell me,

how did you lift the grown

man's dead body by yourself?

Come on, come on, come on.

Wait, don't leave us!

Dude!

One of these is the antidote.

Which one?

Take the wrong one,

and we're dead.

Alive without breath.

Cold as death.

And never thirsty.

They're always drinking.

Fish.

The fish.

Come on, everybody.

Vote Shabnam for class president.

I'll win with or

without your help,

but I'd much rather

have your support.

We need more nurses

in the infirmary.

We need stalls separating

the group showers.

If you put me in charge,

there'll be...

Very funny, Viktor.

Thanks.

No worries.

Um, Shabnam.

Rock out the vote.

Thanks.

Shabnam for class president.

U2, Whitesnake,

Banana-bloody-rama,

and Def Leppard.

Sweet Lord Jesus.

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

Are they...

Dead.

No, gothic Oompa Loompa monks

revived the losers

and whisked them back

from whence they came.

New pal?

I'm not really

into the hierarchy,

don't normally shit on

the physically unattractive,

but that dude and his crew

are highly annoying.

Crew?

The goop patrol.

- Banker kids, mafia accountants, - NASA...

NASA?

Oh, there's a lot

they're not telling you.

Whatever, I'm not gonna watch

some kid get bullied.

These animals see

kindness as weakness.

Safer to be a dick.

Everyone loves a dick.

Well, some more than others.

Any of you guys seen the, uh,

new Spuds MacKenzie commercial?

- You've brought a plague - on our house.

You know, I hear they don't

really give that dog beer.

PETA or some left-wing baby

would complain.

Do you know what goes great

with people who love

beer commercials?

A bullet in the box.

Anyway, Marcus, my parental

units are gonna be out of town,

so me and the crew were

thinking of firing up

the Commodore 64,

a little "Castle Wolfenstein,"

a charcuterie plate.

My dad prob left

some amaretto too,

if we wanna get

a little crazy.

We're in.

Come again?

School is dry.

- You know, something's - better than nothing.

My dad was clear,

just a few friends.

You can't win an election

with just a few friends.

You need to connect

with a proletariat.

It'll be a small gathering.

We promise.

Hmm.

During the pop quiz,

you were awful close to Marcus.

- Lin made him - my secret pledge.

No shit?

So anything that psycho does

is on your ass?

Yeah.

I kissed him.

I did too.

- Slut. - Oh, relax.

It was the easiest way

to lure him back.

Mm-hmm.

You?

I set him up

to take out Chico.

- Maria! - I know.

After he tried, I guess

I felt like rewarding him.

Skank!

Did you touch his dick?

You like him?

Oh, as if.

- I think we should stop - talking about it.

No, no, no.

There's a cute new boy

in school we both kissed.

People are not supposed

to discuss him?

Basically.

Are we talking about boys

by talking about

not talking about boys?

- Why did you hide - that from me?

Is the master of mystery

giving me a lecture on secrets?

I thought you trusted me.

I had diarrhea last week, and

I didn't tell you about that.

This is much bigger

than diarrhea.

It was pretty bad.

Well, you gotta be careful,

'cause if I could find out,

someone else could too.

We have to take

time out for fun.

The party's just what we need.

It would be so much better

if you did not bring him.

It's complicated.

But I've got him under control.

Unless he knows you tried

to have Marcus kill him.

Shh.

What's up?

Oof.

Get on your finery, baby.

Tonight we're hitting the town.

Tonight's the big party,

and we were talking about...

Forget the kiddie pool.

I'm taking you out for some

high-class romance.

You ever ask what she wants?

I know you ain't got no man.

But when two people

are in love,

sometimes they surprise

each other with nice things.

Lucky girl.

Who gets to see

my penis tonight?

Oh, so the sores cleared up.

No.

Ah, look who's gracing us

with her legacy presence

and in public, no less.

Different rules

outside of school.

Shit, is that

Shabnam's old man?

No, sells herb

to the Hessians.

Probably a pederast.

Oh, let's go make

friends with him.

I'm not getting buggered

for a joint again.

Petra, really?

You still haven't told her?

Okay, walk in like you're

everyone's best friend.

Be the center of the party.

Make eye contact.

Pull her in.

Casually sit down next to her,

but don't smile.

Just lean back,

put a hand on your pecker,

and then ask her

if she's hungry for pork.

Ah, the old

present the pecker,

classic.

Thanks, Saya.

Listen, kidding aside,

you're cute

and funny

and you're not a dickhead.

You're a catch, Billy.

She's yours.

That's right.

Perfect,

now hit that shit.

Oh, gravity bong,

nice.

- You guys need help - smoking that weed?

What are you talking about,

man?

Gravity bong?

It's a water bong.

Well, no, a water bong

is just a bong.

You push that down

using gravity.

It's not gravity, dude.

It's pressure.

Trying to school me.

Rookie.

I just wanted to have some

fun with my friends.

Friends?

Baby, these people

are not our friends.

They're our competition.

So everyone's an enemy?

I don't wanna live like that.

Just for a couple of years.

Then we'll have

the cred to take over.

Buy you a house

as big as that shithole

village you come from.

Hey.

I've loved you

since I was a boy.

We got to watch out

for each other.

I know it doesn't

seem like much,

but we are all we have

in this world.

Yeah.

My mom's carpet

is completely ruined.

And someone shat on the wall!

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

Ooh.

But question is for Brandy.

How much would you get paid

to fuck Stabnam?

$20,000.

So I'm post up,

trying to do what I gotta.

He comes at the dome,

dives back,

hit him with one,

pop right back up

back in my face.

Same with the driver.

Did what I had to.

- Cracked him upside the head - with a pipe.

Pow!

Knocked his lights out.

Yo.

Who listens to a Walkman

at a party?

You look a fool.

What's this wack shit?

The Smiths.

Sorta gay, isn't it?

Yep.

If by gay you mean

brave and honest.

Whining over a guitar

ain't brave.

It's hard to be fearless

about sadness.

Fearless, sad...

are you for real?

Yeah, most people hide it

like it's a weakness.

Acting so fucking tough.

Man, you ain't got a rep.

People'll see you weak,

and they come at you.

Let them.

Better expose your ankles,

see which snakes bite.

Let me save you some time,

'cause here at King's Dominion,

we all bite.

Pizza.

I... Italy.

Kill you to smile, Petra?

Poor, sad poet.

Thigh-cutting,

clove-smoking,

mardy fucking Bauhaus listener.

Go to the park.

Feed the sodding squirrels.

Life's not so bad.

Brandy Lynn.

You dust-farming cousin humper.

It's 1987.

What sort of inbred asshole

still pushing white supremacy

got on bloody horses?

The South will rise again.

What have we here?

A geriatric

at a high school party.

- Just letting the neighbors - know you moved in?

Court-ordered?

You know what,

little angry dude?

I get the attitude.

But let me tell you something.

In 1977, I saw the band

Judas Priest

on their first American tour

and it changed my life

and I made a promise that I

would rock and roll forever,

and I have.

Ever since, I've been

living after midnight.

Hey, everyone!

A happy ending.

The git from "The Hills Have

Eyes" is living his best life.

I...

You...

Hair...

Damn, you got them

all pegged, Lex.

Looking down your nose,

talking loud.

You're no different than

a jock or a prep.

You're just another

elitist dick with bad hair

and a shitty bicycle

chain necklace.

Careful, mate.

Murder school and all that.

What was that about?

I hate bullies.

- Lex knew Billy was trying - to talk to Petra

and he dicked it all up.

He's just an asshole.

Did your mouth

buy you this scar?

No, it was my bunkmate

at the boys' home.

- Straight razor, - he left the eye.

He's very generous.

I bet it used to seem

very significant.

Used to?

Love, pain, nostalgia.

Year by year, it doesn't

hurt so much anymore.

Whatever effect it had

is mixed in like dye.

Once dropped in,

no changing the color back.

You're drunk.

What are you gonna

do about it?

This dirt bag was

coming at me, yo.

Right hand, shin dropped,

that's it.

Y'all know SW

wanna mess around.

What I gotta do?

Something.

I found this pipe, right?

I see him coming,

hand tight.

I crack that motherfucker

in the head with that pipe

and knocked his lights out.

All fucking day,

listening to you brag.

Why don't you shut the fuck up?

Hold up, hold up.

You wanna talk about it?

Nope.

You feeling bad about...

I don't feel anything.

You sure you ain't

just drowning it?

Fruit punch?

Fruit punch,

pacifism,

or whatever the fuck

that was last night.

Not exactly down-by-law

gangster behavior.

You don't know shit.

I know you're living a pose.

Why do you act like that?

A few years back,

my folks got up

on the wrong side

of some serious people.

We were on lockdown.

I wasn't even allowed

to go outside.

Saturday mornings, man,

always me and Pops.

He was cooking me pancakes.

I was watching cartoons.

And then the back door opened.

His gat was right next to me,

but he couldn't reach it.

So he yelled for me

and told me to cap them.

And I had no choice.

I grabbed it

and pulled the trigger.

It was too much kick.

Lost control.

I shot my pops in the back

of the head.

Mom told everyone I shot those

dudes to get revenge for Pops.

That's what got me my rep.

But she knows the truth.

Damn.

That's horrible.

I swore I wouldn't

live like him.

Swore I'd never

hurt anyone again.

So, Marcus, don't judge me.

It wasn't your fault.

You were just a kid

stuck in a bad situation.

Look, man, don't you

ever call me out

in front of my people again.

You survive your way.

I'll survive mine.

'Cause if I lose my rep,

if they ever find out...

I'm dead.

When I was a kid, I noticed

every house had one thing:

a Quaker Oats box,

no matter what.

And when things were bad,

I got to thinking.

It's God keeping an eye on us.

That isn't God

on the Quaker Oats.

He looks like God.

There isn't any here.

It's a bad omen,

no Quaker Oats.

We should go.

You're trying to get out

of talking to Petra.

Enough stalling.

Hey, I know... look, um,

I'm sorry if it's lame,

but, um, I think you're

really smart and funny

and really pretty and, um,

I think I love you, Petra.

Um...

I... I don't... I don't really

know what to say, Billy.

I... I think you're a great guy...

You have a mouthful of pizza.

I'm such a clod.

I... let me...

let me get you something

to drink, okay?

Ouch.

Saw what happened.

Must be rough.

Must be hard.

Well, not as hard

as Viktor right now.

Guy his size,

what's he doing to her?

Oh, come on.

Gotta laugh about it

or what's the point?

Let's go balls out!

Everyone get nude!

White people.

I like this place.

It reminds me of...

First time I kissed you.

You were terrified.

No.

Mm-hmm.

Chico?

Hey, man.

Que pasa?

Que pasa, man?

You in the States now?

Yeah.

Emilio, this is my girl, Maria.

Ah, encantado.

Sit.

Have a drink.

Friend of a friend.

Can't be rude.

You lie to yourself,

tell yourself you're a hero,

and it feels so good.

Fight Chico for Maria.

Start shit with Lex.

Pull Shabnam out of the trash.

Do Willie's assignment.

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

you're the dipshit

putting yourself on the line

for strangers.

And what does it get you?

All right, all right,

why do Mexicans

make refried beans, y'all?

You ever hear of a Mexican

doing something right

the first time?

Hey, Brandy.

You bigoted piece of shit!

You manure-looking shithead!

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

Cocksucker!

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

I get what's going on.

Willie, the assignment...

Not... not on me.

He did it.

Okay, then why are you

the one dealing with it?

Erasure is coming up next

after a cut from our lock

- for album of the year, - "Darklands"

by the Jesus and Mary Chain.

"120 Minutes."

Not enough songs

about the devil?

Yeah, you need to put

that poison down.

It's making you like Erasure.

You know the problem

with kids today?

Not enough weed.

That's where Dwight Shandy

comes in.

You know, alcohol fuels

our discontentment.

You never hear about a stoned

dad murdering all his kids

or a bunch of baked DandD players

rioting after

their wizard dies.

Yeah, you also never hear,

"Stoned doctor nails

brain surgery."

Okay.

I can see you don't wanna have

a serious conversation.

Where'd you go?

I just had

to go grab $20,000.

Now where's Brandy?

En garde!

Eww!

I'm sure she washed it.

Dude, is that

your mom's dildo?

Stop!

Dude, that's not really...

Lex, stop!

Oh, my God, dude.

Scoot off, you tit!

I've read your file.

Your dad's not some

tough gangster!

You're just this

lowly fucking Rat

who came from a dock worker.

What did you say?

Don't you ever talk

about my dad again,

you yuppie piece of shit!

Take your mother's dong!

Eat your mother's... dong.

Fuck!

There is old KGB wisdom.

Sometimes you are dildo,

and sometimes you are face.

Cops!

What's the matter, buddy?

Shut up!

Hah, tell you what, Chico.

Chick like that does definitely

know how to party.

Just getting started, compa.

Got the penthouse

at the perma.

Oof.

I'm busy, you know what I mean?

Can't wait.

Don't mind if I do.

Mmm, we're gonna dance

until the sun comes up.

Make it disappear?

Tell my old man it's done.

On it.

I love you.

But you needed a reminder

of who I am, baby.

I know about Marcus.

Tricking that psycho Rat

to take me out?

Hey.

Relax.

You're gonna be my wife.

You're gonna raise up my niños.

You know I'd never kill you.

But you do some shit

like that again,

and you're gonna wish I did.

Get dressed.

Your dad was the last

of a dying breed.

Wh... when grandma got the

Alzheimer's, he was there.

Then when she finally died,

- some... something - broke inside him.

I thought you might

have known him.

And my dad never came back.

No world he deserved

would happened.

Oh, it doesn't matter now.

He's gone.

You're with your mom again,

Dad.

Who is he?

Rory and me lived in

a shanty camp under a bridge.

He was always, uh...

He...

He was the worst

piece of shit I ever knew.

He stole and he beat up women

and he hurt people.

Whatever happened to him,

whoever he was,

I don't give a shit

because he chose who he became,

and who he became was terrible.

You burn in hell,

you asshole.

Why'd you do that?

It's important

we face our victims.

I told myself all day

I didn't feel anything.

But once I heard his daughter,

her delusion...

We hate imagining anyone

unveiling truths about us

when we pass,

so we forgive others

once they do.

I.D.,

wanted for six homicides.

Your fortitude likely

prevented many more.

Those who lack backbone

are devoured.

We can't expect others

to watch the herd.

It's up to us.

- There might have - been a better way.

Noise, noise, noise.

Just something you think

you're supposed to say.

So what?

I just keep pulling the trigger

as long as I believe

the old man telling me

to do it is fine?

Then I can live with it?

You were justified.

Erasing that human stain

doesn't mean you absorb it.

You made the world better.

Over time, you'll see.

I, for one,

am very proud of you.

You deserve

a good night of sleep.

We found you a permanent

room assignment.

I believe you've already met

your new roommate.

You were right.

Marcus did the kill,

not Willie.

You were smart to tell me.

The deeds of your pledge

are yours to share.

Yes, sir.

Tell me his weaknesses.

He's a liar,

a liability with the cops,

and a substance abuser.

And his greatest weakness?

His need for friends

and family.

Very good.

But you're holding

something back.

Marcus didn't kill the kids

at the boys' home.

His reputation is a lie.

So if he didn't

kill them...

Who did?

Step away from the goat

and put your hands in the air.

Freak.

Now, I'm feeling

a bit judged.

I wasn't hurting no one.

I was just spreading some love.

Ooh!

Sorry about your noodle.

But I need a pig to help me

find the kid

that torched that boys' home.

And, Officer?

If you thought I was going

at that goat hard...

Just wait till you see what

I do to my old pal Marcus.