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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!
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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.
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