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Previously on "Deadly Class"...

What happened to keeping
this whole thing a secret

so we all don't get killed?

- Chico!
- Get out of here, Chico!

Know that kid, Peter, I deal to?

He said he saw Yukio
open the door.

Kuroki wanted Chico
out of business.

He's got to go.

If you weren't my brother,

you would no longer
have your school.

Daddy!

What about you, boy?
What do you hate?

Just wait and see what
I do to my old pal Marcus.

- How did you get this number?
- Oh, I got an inside scoop.

What do you want, Chester?

"It's me, Chico!

"If you don't find me
in three days,

"this psycho's gonna
send me home with a note

about who did it."

So tired from the climb,
I can't enjoy the view.

Impossible to enjoy
a quiet moment.

Some asshole in the back
of my head

keeps reminding me
it's only temporary.

Constantly waiting for the next

fucked-up thing to happen.

Sometimes remembering
a moment in your life

can physically hurt you

as you relive everything
that mattered to you then

and realize
how far gone it is now.

I used to sit back
and think about my parents,

focusing on every good memory
I could harvest.

It used to make me cry,
and I liked it.

It made me feel like
I was still human.

That's gone now.

I twisted myself up
into too many knots.

No time to cry over the past.

The bad trouble follows me.

What's so important
we're playing

the cloak-and-dagger routine?

I'm in some trouble.
We all are.

I found out
where Chico's body is.

What?

When we were in Vegas,

I-I thought it was the acid,
but he was tracking me,

and now my old roommate
has Chico's body.

Shit. If he tells the cartel
Maria has...

You can't tell her, okay?

She's barely holding it
together as is.

Right.

Maria kills Chico and
leaves us all royally fucked,

but let's not upset her.

I shouldn't have come to you.

Oh, don't act like you had
any other option.

My ass is on the line, too,
you know?

So...
who is he?

March of '86.

This is personal shit.

I trust you.

Your funeral.

One way or another,
I'm getting out.

The other kids
have all just accepted

that we're going to be working
in this sweatshop,

that there's no other option
for us

but this crooked orphanage
and these perverts who run it.

Today I'll show them different,

and they'll never see it coming.

Meet your quota,
or you'll be sorry, Arguello.

The Lord rewards
the industrious.

He punishes the indolent.

I'll show the world
what they did here.

Today I'll have enough needles.

I might've had enough last week.

One more round of pinpricks
in my cheek...

a small price.

I can't wait to see
the look on their faces.

All right, you little shits,
day's done!

Hold up a second, Hank.

Needles missing
from Marcus' station...

whole shitload.

You know what that means
we got to do, right?

Visit Mistress Ranks...

Pure evil in a librarian's body.

We searched him, but
we couldn't find the needles.

Let's see where
this dirty Nicaraguan

is hiding his contraband,

and I suppose you won't tell me
who did this to your eye?

You filthy parasites do love
to protect each other.

None of you people
respect authority.

Come on, boy, let's get
a look at your hidin' hole.

Mm-mm.

You deceitful, filthy
people snuck into my country

to live off the resources
of my great nation.

I take care of you,
I feed and clothe you,

and you lie to me.

Watch how you look at me!

Take the worm back to his room.

Absolutely, you certainly...

Some scene
in the work hall today.

Made me nervous
you might've gotten distracted

and forgotten about me.

I didn't forget.

Sweet Sally marmalade,
what the shit you waiting for?

I got to cut the other side
of your face?

No, sorry. Ham and cheese.

Got a letter from my aunt,
still won't take me in.

Thinks I killed my pa.

You believe that shit,
her own nephew.

Some people...

Oh!

This sandwich tastes like
a hot pile of shit.

What the hell
did you feed me, ball bag?

Maybe the cheese is bad?

Something the matter?

I thought you loved
ham and cheese.

Oh, wait.
I forgot it was poisoned.

How could I be so stupid,
Chester?

You're going to lose control
of your body now,

you sadistic piece of shit.

But don't worry.

You'll be wide awake
for what's coming next.

I wouldn't let you miss it,

not for anything,
not after all you've done.

So many memories...

all these years
being tortured by you.

I found the instructions
in your Anarchist Cookbook.

Took months to make,

but I think it's going
to be worth it.

Just you wait and see.

Help! My roommate! Help!

You think that mattress is
gonna keep me from you, boy?

I'm not hiding from you.

Holy sheep shit!

I guess you know where
the needles went, Hank.

It was amazing how perfect
it was going.

All that was left
was to kill Ranks,

but when I looked in her eyes,

I realized how much worse
it would be to let her live.

Open the doors
and let the boys out.

When the cops came, they'd
hear about what she'd done.

Then she'd be the one in a cell.

I could hear the kids
tearing apart the guards...

small justice
in a world gone mad.

Of course, I didn't know
all what happened

till the next day.

A massacre.

The newspaper said
that everyone in the home

had been killed.

The building burned down,
and it all got pinned on me.

The Sunset Boys' Home deserved
to be burned down,

but the other kids were
supposed to get out.

Mrs. Ranks was supposed
to live to see the world

learn the truth about her.

I didn't know then,
but instead, they all died,

and though it wasn't by my hand,

it might as well have been.

Chester's a serial killer now...

the Fuckface killer.

The psycho in the newspapers?

I have to kill him.

We.

Oh!

God, you're like a leprechaun

gone and took the form
of a Mexican's head.

You're brimming with good luck.

Ever since I got ya, a lot
of stuff been going right.

Things going good for you, man?

- Mm.
- 'Cause me...

I ain't got no damn body!

Hey, now,
life's all how you look at it.

Sure, you can see the downside,

focus on being
a decapitated head,

or you could see that
you're part of community,

part of something bigger now.

A crew of
my distance relative types.

That makes us
like brothers, see?

Didn't think a guy like you,
all smart... strong and shit,

would need a family.

Who said anything
about needing them?

I'm trying to help
with their upward mobility.

That's right! You get 'em!

Don't you let that grease ball,
tamale tosser

talk to ya like that!

If I was there,
I'd hit him with a chair, too!

Whoa, Gran-Gran, super uncool.

Aah!

And get the hell
out of my house, woman...

You can't keep...

That's fair.
I deserved it.

Totally my bad.

You trust them?

I don't trust shit.

They're all just here
'cause I promised

they'd get rich from the fame.

But it's a common goal, right?

I just don't want you
to get hurt again.

Come out here and keep me
company while I dump.

Uh...

You're always gonna be
by my side,

like Simon and Simon.

Hey, hey, they didn't
shit together, man.

Right.

I was thinking
of Cagney and Lacey.

Hey Mr. F-Face,
sir, captain.

So I get there's, like,
no rules for this,

but it would be great if you
could tell them not to stab me.

Shit, that's wrong.

But I can't help you.

That's my people.
I need them 100% behind me.

Wouldn't be right
getting mad at people

for just stabbing a captive.

Okay, well,

thanks for hearing my complaint.

Sorry to interrupt your book.

Boop-boop!

The deed is done, cousin.

Slicker was unloading two dogs.

We bled him out like a pig...

uh-huh, you know, like you said.

Can't a man drop dirt biscuits

without having 20 meetings?

Just thought you'd want
to know right away.

And his nose?

Oh, we sawed that
son of a bitch off.

Wasn't easy.

Nose is tough to get
an angle on with a wood saw.

And the paint?

Uh...

well...

Did you forget
my paint signature?

You're a stupid, stupid
cock of a man, aren't you?

C-come on, cousin Chester,

I-I ain't never
killed nobody before.

Cut me some slack.

You want to be famous
for being a killer?

You got to do things just right.

Every kill's got
to be exactly the same

then you start building
a reputation.

You get famous,
get TV and book deals.

You trying to fuck me out
of my book deals, Jimmy Jon?

Jimmy Jon proving himself
useless

to the organization, man.

Don't look good.
I'm handling it, head!

You think management's easy?

Got to deal
with this HR bullshit

when I should be focused on
that son of a bitch Marcus...

Hey.

And how to hurt him...

bad.

You can't hide from Fiery Jack

and Captain Sensible, Maria.

Oh, come on, love,

take your trouncing like a man!

Yoo-hoo.

I see you.

Fuck!
Get this crazy bitch off me!

Stop, Maria!

Stop!
Calm yourself, Maria!

Take note, class.

In sparring, adrenaline can be
as consuming as real combat.

You go running after her,
and everyone will know.

This Yukio shit has to get done.

You gonna make me call Diablo?

Tell him
you're letting things slide

'cause of that Kuroki bitch
you rolling with?

What the fuck's
the matter with you?

This hijo de puta
got Chico killed.

Why you making me ride you?

It was some Canadian guy.
I read it in an article.

Then it's got to be true.

Nice digs.

Canadian guy got
a heart transplant.

Next day he starts loving
classical music,

eating sushi...

shit he was never into
but his donor was.

Yeah, well, ain't no transplant

gonna have me munching
on some raw-ass fish.

But it makes sense, though.

I mean, you get little bits
and pieces of the other person.

A piece a their soul
gets put into you.

You really believe a doctor

can just drop your soul
into somebody else?

I don't know.
I believe we're more than this.

I don't think this is
the real us.

Hmm.

Thanks.
Mmhmm.

When my pops died,
we had an open casket,

and I remember looking at him,

and I just thought...

"That's not him."

How'd he go?

Doesn't matter.

I just... I remember wondering,

"Who the fuck is that guy?

'Cause it sure as shit
ain't my dad."

Once whatever
you call it moves on...

it's not us anymore.

Well, whatever death is...

I just hope my pops
finally got right.

He was never really happy.

What'd he want to be?

He sang.

Yeah, Bob Marley,
stuff like that.

He always had this guitar.

He was always playing it.

He would've been a singer.

Just never got the chance.

This how you usually do it?

Act all vulnerable,
hope I drop the panties?

No.

No, I don't...

I don't do this with anyone.

There has to be a better way.

There isn't.

Okay,
we'll go to the crime scenes.

Do what, Batman?
We're not detectives.

We don't know
how to find criminals,

let alone a serial killer.

Besides,
we're running out of time.

We need an expert.

Well...

it's the self-righteous boy
who hates bullies and me.

I am beside myself
with anticipation.

We need help.

So you came to
the tiny-dicked egotist?

Yeah.

There's a serial killer.

He's a problem.
We need to find him.

"Need"...

interesting.

So many connotations.

We were at the boys' home
together,

We were roommates.
He used to hurt me.

Oh.

Now he's killing people.
Calls himself Fuckface.

That is quite the name.

You ever consider looking
where idiots gather?

I thought you might have some
insight into your own kind.

My kind?

Me and this gentleman
are not even the same species.

You're both psychopaths.

I am curious.

Okay, let's cruise, daddy-o.

What drives his insides?

I mean, what was the thing
that he couldn't help

but talk about
in that boys' home?

- Dogs.
- Bored already.

No, he's really into dogs.

Oh, oh...

Yeah, well,
that is horrendous...

almost pre-human.

I'll help...

but not from in here.

You said "need"...
Poor word selection.

It gives away so much,
because I have a need, too.

I need to sit
in Pancho Villa's Taqueria

and enjoy a carnitas burrito.

Oh, it's an unsettling offer,
I know,

but you wouldn't have come here

if you weren't
very, very desperate.

Oh, wait,
don't let the door shut!

Oh!

- Billy, what is this?
- It's the puzzle room, dude!

They randomly lock kids in,

and you have to solve
a riddle to get out.

One of these doors is the only
unguarded exit out of King's.

Monks threw me
in here this morning.

I'm not doing
the riddle, though.

Why?

Lions, fire...

"Behind one door,
scorching fire,

"the other,
three lions starved for months,

"the last holds
deadly assassins.

Which is the path to safety?"

Hey, guys, did you know
that you're hanging with

with the Scorpio Slasher?

We're getting burritos.

Please tell me you didn't come
here because you have bad news.

No, Maria.

I have no news.

But how have you been
holding up, mi'ja?

Sometimes the pain
in my chest is so much,

I can't move.

I hear a sound,
and I look for him.

And you haven't heard anything?

No one who fought with him?

No one wanted revenge
on my Chico?

No.

You were his protector, Maria.

It is not enough.

Protector?

I was more than that.

I loved him.
He was my heart.

The reason you're alive...

I have been watching Maria
and her pain.

She wears it, always.

She's never stopped
in her pursuit of the truth.

Madame Gao has come
to aid us in our search.

We take nothing more seriously
than Chico's well-being.

We'll find him.

Thank you, Maria.

Do you have children,
Master Lin?

I had a daughter.

She's gone.

There is no greater pain.

My son...

My heir...

I will never give up,

and those responsible
for my grief...

They will know my pain,

and their families
will know hell

before I send them there.

He was in your care.

You ever see pigs
eat a live man?

Of course I have.

Shit, what does
this Fuckhead guy want?

Why didn't you tell us?

You know, there's a lot
Marcus doesn't say.

You don't know dick.

Oh, I know dick.

You and I are a lot more alike

than that Dr. Seuss character
beside you.

It's a mohawk.

I have nothing in common
with a piece-of-shit bully

who kills teenagers
making out in cars.

Better to burn them
in a boys' home?

Ooh, the road not traveled.

Punks have nothing
in common with Dr. Seuss.

It's, like, totally different.

Dr. Seuss is a drunk
and a philanderer.

Shit, really?

He was screwing another woman

while his wife
was dying of cancer.

In a box with a pox.

That's not punk,
that's just high-level dickish.

Dickish is subjective.

It depends on who is doing
what to whom.

No! Wait!

No! Lions!

Lions starved for months
are also known as dead lions.

I did miss the smell
of dollar meats.

Did you think we were
just gonna let you run around?

Well, of course not.

Safety first.

Mmm.

Hmm.

This carnitas is heavenly.

Surprised you didn't order
a human-flesh burrito.

So...

how did a little boy
come to want to kill Reagan?

Eh, teacher's lounge is
a real gossip pit.

Zane talks more than a teenager
chained to a water heater.

I'm not telling you
shit about me.

You got the burrito.
Quit stalling.

Mr. Face is the product
of pain.

He did not decide
to become what he is.

It was imposed upon him.

Bullshit, he made his choice.

You chose to live
in a boys' home?

Neglected boys... so many ways
for disorders to bloom.

One of the most fun...
obsessive love.

Starved of emotional security,

they idealize someone or
something to supply that love.

Now, in this case,

a thing that won't talk
or have complicated emotions

and yet gives so much.

Chester needs love,

but he's only capable of having
a relationship with a...

- Woof.
- Okay, We get it.

Where do we go?

Well, that's up to you.

Why Reagan?

My parents were killed.

Well, not by me, I hope.
That would be awkward.

Shut up, prick.

The thing about me
is that I get angry

when you call me names,

but I also kind of like it.

They were killed by one
of the people Reagan released

from the mental hospitals, okay?

Okay, so A to B.

I was hoping for C,

but you probably
don't know C yet, do you?

- I did what you wanted.
- Ice cream.

Ice cream?

We're getting ice cream.

And then, I promise,
I'll show you.

All those years we learned
to play the pipa...

I never pick it up.

Who has time?

Well tuned...

even in neglect.

A look I've seen many times.

Say what it is you wish to say.

I'm concerned.

Jurgen's escape...

Chico's disappearance...

and Maria.

You arrive at a difficult time.

There was a time
you didn't accept excuses.

Some of them will not
be up to the task.

You of all people know.

The ways of The Guild...

I do.

Why does it only affect me here,

in Father's office?

The Green Temple was not
a place you could grieve.

If Nahia had lived...

would you have sent her to us?

It would have been
very difficult...

but The Guild
runs through our veins.

When she came of age,

I would have been proud to see
her follow in your footsteps.

- Was she strong enough?
- She was.

You could see that
at two years old?

She was like you.

Even when you were very young,
you were indomitable.

Stronger than me.

Now even more so.

How can I save my brother
from a grave

he won't stop digging
for himself?

The errors you've made
are indefensible.

Perhaps, since Ming's passing,

you've grown calloused.

My son showed me
the importance of what we do.

I wouldn't change his fate.

He died so others could become
instruments of change.

His sacrifice made me what I am.

But it's not like that with you.

Somehow the death of your
daughter has made you soft.

Everyone grieves differently.

Yes, of course.

It's too bad you can't enjoy
this here bath,

decapitated head.

It's nice.

You'd just sink, though.

Call me Chico, man.

Okay, Chico.

I'm sorry you had to see me

put Jimmy Jon's head
in the shitter.

I guess I'm a bit on edge
with all this Marcus business.

You could have been done with
Marcus in Vegas a while ago.

Nah. I got to make a lot
of noise with it.

Marcus is a wanted
mass murderer,

guarantee of media attention.

Get on "Donahue"?

We was just doing
boys' home stuff...

horseplay.

He's the one
that took it too far.

Now he's got to suffer some.

He didn't just ruin my face.
He ruined my life.

That boys' home was the first
place I ever felt safe.

Those guards were mean,

but it was nothing like
my pa could be.

Ah, fathers can be hard, amigo.

My pa was
an eccentric rule maker.

My aunt gave me a dog once.

It was a good dog.

I loved her.

But he didn't like
how I loved her.

So Pa took me out behind
the shed, and he made me...

That might've messed me up some.

I had a hard time with Pa
after that.

It'll change a relationship.

So I dropped a Trans Am on him

while he was changing the oil.

He died.

I'm...

I'm sorry that happened
to you, Chester.

I got to get on TV.

That'll make it all better.

Fame heals your insides...
Dick Clark said that.

He's right.

Nothing's gonna get done laying
in a bath crying and shit.

You got to get out there, ese.

Chase your dreams,

mess some people up
and tell the world.

God damn it,

when you're right, you're right.

Yeah!

Let's get the abandoners.

Yeah!

Sue Ann! Jimmy Jon!

Ever wonder what happened
to your life?

How you ended up here?

No.

We're walking around the Mission

with a serial killer on a leash.

You ever hear of the Red String?

I've heard of red strings.

I-I've seen clothing.

Many Japanese believe
our relationships

are predestined
by a red string the gods tie

to the pinkie fingers
of people who find each other.

It can never tangle or stretch,

but it will break.

A lot of Americans
believe in a sky god

that helps them win
football games.

- That's bullshit.
- Yep.

But myths come from somewhere.

Like some kind of core truth.

Deep down,
we know we don't choose this.

Wow.

I forgot about
the almighty That's What.

Yummy as the bartering
of bleeding teenage lovers.

We choose, and we don't,

like the two of us.

Our brains can't make sense
of death from randomness,

of being the sole family
survivor due to pure luck.

We overcome it
by creating a purpose

that allows us
to avoid feeling pain.

Well, I mean, at least that's
how it is for me and Marcus.

Will you stop
with the comparison bullshit?

Where we differ is that
I try to destroy society

while you seek justice

to make sense of Mommy and
Daddy being taken from you.

Don't bring my parents
into this, freak.

Fixing the injustice
of your parents' death...

that's what you're doing
to keep from going crazy.

Yeah?
Maybe I am crazy.

- Enough to kill Ronald Reagan?
- Goddamn right.

But it's not just Reagan.

The wealthy backed him

and set loose the chaos
of the insane to save money.

Mommy and Daddy died
so the rich people

could save a couple of bucks
on their taxes.

And they'll pay, too.

Look at us...
psycho peas in a pod.

There he is.

What say we go find Mr. Face?

Give me a little slack,
motherfucker.

I'm in the city.

Hey, you don't need
to get all bundled up.

I just saw the whole package.

It's different after.
Okay.

Hey, yo, how's this
black-and-white shit?

That Ogami guy is a badass.

They send the best Samurai
to kill him,

and he whups them all
with a baby under his arm

- For real?
- Uh-huh.

Damn it.

Your crew sending up the SOS?

They can only cover for me
being gone for so long.

Stay.

I can't do that, baby.

Moms is counting on me.
It's family shit.

You think I'm living here

'cause my family's cool with it?

I got the hell out.

I didn't want to end up
like them.

You don't get it.

The situation that I'm in...

You act like you have
no control.

It's not what you want to do.

No hood rat gets to grow up

and then write
the big superheroes.

So? You're like your dad
staring at the guitar.

Doesn't matter.

Maybe you'll be the first.

It's not in the cards.

Hey.

This is gonna get weird.

Good evening, Maria.

Siéntate.

You know when I come,

I do not bring good news.

El Diablo...

he is...

disappointed.

- I have...
- Shh.

Your tears did not match
your heart.

When he looked into your eyes,
he did not see truth.

You will give him results.

He has given you 24 hours.

Then I will return.

We've been walking around
for hours.

He's just jerking us around.

Dog people are weird.

Dog people?

You know you killed
teenagers in cars

just because they were
super sexy, right?

Everyone that I killed is
going to paradise with me

as a slave when I die.

I have an actual reason,

unlike people who want a dirty
animal living in their home.

San Francisco's only shelter

that allows anyone
to abandon a dog,

no questions asked.

It's like an unwanted
dog orphanage.

And if I had to guess,

this is his ultimate
hunting ground.

Wait here.

I'll go around back!

I'm fucking amazing.

What kind of turd person

abandons a pup?

I'm sorry.

He's all love and loyalty.

It's a hoedown in hell

for folks who abandon
a good pooch.

Hey!

Cock knocker!

You found me quick!

Let her go.

Try and make me.

Ah, you kids
into some sexual mumbo jumbo?

What's your name, feller?

You ain't being neighborly.

Jimmy Jon, why don't
you show this gimp

a little hillbilly how-do?

Get in there, boy.

Oh. Uh-oh.
That's the good stuff.

Holy shit!

Oh, homeboy got some skills!

Whoo!

They call me Scorpio Slasher,

but I also do disembowelments.

Oh!

It... it's a damn honor
to meet you, sir!

I mean, they say never meet
your heroes, but screw that!

This is better than
a-a car show with Adam West.

You goddamn bastard!

You bring in a ringer, Marcus.

You cheated.

Don't let them get away!

Hey, hey.
Can you untie me, lady?

How was your lesson?

Hello, brother.

You were only a baby
the last time we met.

You probably don't remember.

I'm your aunt.

I'm Nahia.

That's beautiful.

It's a family name.
Did you know that?

That's what they called me.

Why put me in this position?

You of all people know why.

You thought you could hide them?

She'll never be out of danger.

That depends on who else
knows they're alive.

You cast shame on our family.

The Guild will find her.

Only you could've figured
this out.

Any parent who has lost a child

could see through
your false grieving.

"Our great-grandfather
took the vow,

our bloodline belongs
to The Guild," your words.

- I was a teenager.
- And I was eight...

no older than this one.

I will see you soon, Nahia.

- Let's buy some more blow!
- Hell, yeah.

I got to take a piss.

Then we go to my guy.

Best blow in the city!

What...

Huh? Yeah.

Yukio must be taking a shit.

No? Yes?

Someone killed Yukio!
Come on, go!

Go! Go, go!

Shh. Shh.

You done good, mi'ja.