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Previously on "Deadly Class"...

Your recommendation?

It would be best to replace him.

That's not how we do things, is it?

I'm calling that school first thing tomorrow.

What school?

What can we do?

Take a road trip to kill my dad.

Shit, I wonder how Chico gonna react

when he finds out you snuck away.

Chico!

Bubble, bubble, toil and trouble.

When did you decide to kill Chico?

We know you did it, Maria.

We just don't know why.

A crime of passion, perhaps?

Love is the most corrosive emotion.

Leads us to our worst extremes.

You're wrong.

My love for Chico was the only thing

that kept me going.

His love for me...

saved me.

And now...

as he disappears and my life crashes down around me,

you have the gall to implicate me?

Do you know what that tells me?

You know nothing about love.

Do you know the story of Shi Gulan?

Her father was killed in front of her

by a cruel warlord,

his head stuck on a pike.

Gulan was a girl with no means to exact revenge,

so she waited.

Ten long years later, a grown woman,

she tracked her father's killer to a monastery

and publicly shot him three times in the head.

She didn't run.

Her crimes were considered an act of filial piety,

and in the end...

They pardoned her.

By telling the truth,

she saved her own life.

Depression's a big fucked-up monster.

Everyone gets a turn.

It's a hard fight that fucks you top to bottom,

drains you hollow, and when you're finally rid of it,

there's something about having overcome it

that robs you of compassion.

Secretly, in the darkest pit

of your self-centered subconscious,

you're just happy it's not you anymore.

The black dog moved on.

It's been a month since Vegas,

and Maria's been down in it ever since.

We dodged a bullet.

No one reported Chico's body.

Madam Gao's school-wide interrogations

haven't found it either,

but the rumor mill is churning.

Maria lives in constant terror

that his father will find out what she did.

We can't let anyone know we're dating.

Maria's mood swings aren't helping keep it a secret.

How do I hold it against her?

She killed her boyfriend to save me.

On top of that,

Chico's dad put her in charge of finding out what happened.

I'm worried the pressure is more than she can deal with.

But how you do you help someone buried under so much?

How do you help them without being pulled in yourself?

Hola, guapo.

Ah, you shouldn't be here.

No one's coming, I checked.

Yeah, um,

I don't think getting hacked up by machetes is very exciting.

I just wanted to give you your gift.

Our anniversary... it's been a month.

Shit, was I... was I supposed to get you something?

No, you're not supposed to do anything.

Because you... you... you could've told me.

It doesn't count if I ask.

- So I was supposed to... - Relax, it's not a test.

Why do I feel like that's exactly what is it?

Hey...

I'm new at this.

I'll... I'll... I'll get you something for the next one.

Mm, two month...

Si... six.

Seven? A week.

You really don't have a clue, Arguello.

No, no, but I am willing to be taught.

Oh! Huh?

You can't hide it from me forever.

Mm...

Oh, oh, oh!

Cover those filthy giblets.

Sorry, I-I was, uh...

What happened to the whole keeping this thing a secret

so we don't all get killed?

- We're trying. - Well, try harder!

All our asses are riding on his boner.

No!

You know what I meant.

Go, before someone sees you.

Ugh!

And you...

hurry up and get dressed.

We've got an appointment.

You two still haven't done it?

We decided to wait.

Why risk all this just to die a virgin?

Hey, do you think I should get Maria

a one-month anniversary gift?

She said I don't have to, but I...

Now I see why your hymen's intact.

Girls are like Schrodinger's cat.

They both do and do not want you to do

the exact thing they asked.

It's like religion.

God asks you to do a bunch of arbitrary shit,

like not eat shrimp or let linen touch wool.

If He asked you to do things that you'd do anyway,

where's the faith?

Is there some advice hidden in all this?

With girls and Jesus,

you just say whatever they want

in the off chance it gets you into Heaven.

# I'm talkin' about puttin' a dick #

# In a body

That Gao lady could use a dick in her body.

You hold it together?

She just walked around in circles.

Never said a word.

She asked me a couple questions about my dad.

I told her I was a union man, don't talk to Internal Affairs.

How you holding up with that?

I'm good.

Really.

My family's safe now.

I'm free.

It's like living your whole life covered in shit,

and then one day...

someone washes it off you.

Don't worry about me.

Worry about that powder keg you're dating.

You are soft-boiled noodles ready for my belly.

Which one of you is prepared to face me?

If you want soft-boiled, Shabnam is your man.

If Chico's absence from King's has one downside,

he's left a Viktor-sized asshole void.

An opportunity, perhaps,

for one drug-addled dirt bag to prove himself?

No. No way.

Scold me, Miss De Luca.

Beat me. Tell me I've been bad.

Is two giant pussies.

They must have menstrual cycles lined up.

I'd like to see you show Miss De Luca

a thing or two, Vik.

Shabnam has a dream...

Viktor.

Will you help him realize it?

I see you wondering about this,

but I'm afraid this declaration of affection isn't for you.

Oh, no. Where will I spit my gum?

I just got my period.

Hey, so does this mean you're over Petra?

Nah, but since she doesn't like emotion,

I figure the best way to get her to like me

is to pretend I don't like her.

- Sound logic. - Yeah.

Come, soft noodle, show me who you are.

The lesson... when faced with impossible odds,

it is better to lose face and decline

than to attempt that which is beyond you.

Oh, princess was so eager to impress.

Catch up with you in a bit, Petra.

I have something more important I got to do.

This is for you.

- Billy, what is this? - Life's short.

You got to go after what you want while there's time.

And what exactly do you expect to happen here?

Oh, well, to start,

I guess you could tie me up and call me rude names?

Hmm.

Oh.

He didn't bow to you.

Archaic Guild formalities.

Students chatter freely, pierce their faces,

dye their hair.

Do you not teach them that our kind should be felt

but always forgotten?

A disciplined assassin is better for not having

every ounce of creativity beaten out of them.

There's nothing askew in my halls.

"You are a hairless scrotum."

Okay. Okay. This isn't as sexy as I imagined.

- This... - Safe word!

Is what we need more of.

Miss De Lu-key!

I'd make you a eunuch if it weren't redundant.

Safe word!

Take a hike, Spike!

What's the matter, Meatball?

That Jeff Spicoli-looking motherfucker

spurn your advances?

What you doing with that camera, weirdo?

You filming a movie?

And you've just been cast.

My God.

Now, that's a face that needs to be in the movies.

What are you doing serving pizzas?

You deserve to be on the big screen.

Hey, man, what are you doing?

God damn it.

Cut me some slack.

Dagnabbit.

Hey, there, lady!

Would you like to be in a movie?

I thought you were watching him.

You're off your mark, dickhead.

Stay in frame.

And, yes, Mr. Donahue,

the exclusive is yours...

if you'll have me.

Come on, let's take a look.

Jesus goddamn fuck!

Just so you know...

I don't believe what they're saying.

I know how much you loved him.

Everyone could see it.

I'll tell you, the...

the time when I really saw it was during that pop quiz...

'cause I lay there,

and I watched you give the antidote

to everyone except Chico.

There you were,

sitting over him...

as he was choking and dying,

and you waited an eternity to gave him that leaf,

and I know you did that because you just...

Loved him so much.

I mean, what else could it be?

What?

You thought I was just some dumb hillbilly

and couldn't put two and two together?

My daddy thought it would be one of my brothers

who took over killin' for the Dixie Mob.

And he didn't think shit about me

until they both got blown the hell up.

Did I let his estimation define me?

No.

I stood up,

took their place,

and now here I am,

poised to win the big prize.

Stereotypes run both ways, sweetheart.

Brandy!

Stop it, Brandy!

Congratulations.

You survived an attacking gang of generic ninja dudes.

Ninjas get everywhere.

Sometimes they swarm.

Sometimes they attack...

conveniently one at a time.

Okay, marky-marks...

Maria, you get a C.

It was very pretty,

but give me more, more, more with that slicey-slice.

Saya, you took out three ninjas... another A.

Snore.

Brandy...

you fail.

What? But I should get the best grade!

I-I won! I-I took down the most of them!

T-they didn't even a handle on me!

That's true, but we're training assassins here,

not pieces of shit.

Now, I realize you come from garbage people,

you come out of the woods,

you see a Mexican and an Asian,

you get distracted, you attack them.

But in my class, you act like a piece of shit...

and you will fail.

Ideology is comfort food for the weak.

In our work,

you complete your mission by any means, or you die.

Brandy is the clear victor.

Thank you.

Finally, someone who sees through the prejudice

and favoritism at this school.

Look, I'm not saying there's something going on

between that one and Lin,

but where there's smoke, there's daddy-issue sex.

Sweetheart, I've been teaching this class

for 20 years, and I...

Will change Brandy's grade to an A.

Saya should've seen the attack coming.

Fail her.

What? No, that's bullshit. I earned that grade.

Don't worry about it.

Twice in one day, you were caught off guard.

Let the pain be a reminder you're nothing special.

It's got to be FWO, right?

No way. 100% Maria crazy.

You can see the crazy in her eyes.

Oh, M-Maria!

Chico's coming back. I just know it.

Who gives a shit what those assholes think?

I just worry about it spreading.

That Gao lady's some kind of bitch.

She doesn't scare me.

It was a cheap shot

You didn't say anything to her, did you?

Is that what you think?

No.

No, I know you wouldn't, but I have to ask, right?

There's a lot on the line.

So everyone keeps reminding me.

Well, it's not so bad.

I have Marcus.

Now that I'm in a normal relationship,

I finally realize I don't need those pills anymore.

Wait, what?

I feel great.

Yeah, but, Maria, you have to take your medicine.

Are you a doctor now?

No! Viktor, stop!

It was a joke!

Miss De Luca failed me.

Could cost Viktor valedictorian.

So now we will make pig boy squeal.

Smooth or pointy end?

I, um...

What the hell are you doing?

Teaching fat mouth to keep itself shut.

Uh, it's just some fun hazing?

You got, um, half a boner.

Is not boner. Is not boner.

Is naturally this size.

It's textbook.

It's always the jocks, always the showers.

How many naked boys does he beat up?

We did want to beat with fists.

Viktor does always pick shower.

Is tidier!

Hey, look, if you're attracted to Shabnam,

there's nothing wrong with that.

Um...

you... you just got to express that love in a healthier way.

It will be worse for you now, shit stain.

Believe me, it will be much worse.

Hey, you okay? I thought he was gonna...

I was gonna take care of it myself.

Talk my way out.

Now... now he's gonna fuck with me all year.

- I thought... - No!

But you just made everything worse, Marcus. Everything!

The comic shop is a nice refuge from it all.

I work afternoons and evenings.

Willie got me the job.

The job puts money in my pocket,

and as long as our grades are high enough, Lin allows it.

But it's all a diversion,

a house of cards waiting to topple

and not even that can help Willie anymore.

Dude.

You're not acting like you, okay?

All you do it mope around and torture yourself.

I don't sleep anymore, man.

The whole thing's just eating me alive.

Yeah, well, you should talk to someone.

You know, the school has a counselor.

Yeah, let me just lie down on the couch

and open up to her about Chico's murder.

Well, you can't keep going on about this.

I can't be myself at school, can't be myself at home.

There's no way out.

You busy?

What?

Whoa. Okay, um...

look, I'm new to this stuff,

so I was just wondering where I should start.

I was thinking old school, maybe Superman?

Superman's a punk.

- Is he? - Yep.

Always lets Lex Luthor go.

He ends up going off and doing something even more evil,

puts all of his friends in danger.

But if Supes would just snap his neck, it'd be done, right?

But Superman would never do that.

That's why everybody thinks he's a fucking punk.

Dude, why'd you do that?

Do what?

Well, uh, act like most dudes in comic book stores.

And you love Superman!

You say you had no life of your own.

Some girl comes and starts hitting on you,

and you bite her head off?

Hey, wait, that wasn't... that...

You think she...

Shit.

Hey...

I'm sorry. I was being a dick.

Yeah, you were.

So you really come in here 'cause you like Superman,

or you come over here 'cause you think I'm cute?

I came in to buy the new "Watchmen."

- Bullshit. - Swear to God.

I just played it ignorant to get you talking.

So you think I need the assist?

Just helping out the shy brothers.

Right.

You got an Alan Moore section you can show me?

Marcus, you're my witness.

I'm gonna marry this girl.

Yo, what'd you say your name was?

- Gabrielle. - Willie.

- Nice to meet you. - Nice to meet you, too.

Right this way.

My brother.

That's a good one, Johan!

You talking to me again?

No. I'm talking to my real friend, Johan.

He's in Sweden,

and he just sent me a photo of a naked lady.

In eight hours, it will be downloaded.

Inspiring use of technology you got there.

But I am your friend, Shabnam. I was just trying to help.

If we're such good friends,

why don't you tell me who the girl is?

This? This is for Billy.

Nobody records Depeche Mode's "Somebody"

unless it's for a girl... a hot, sad girl.

We'll talk about it later.

Yeah, well, I sure hope

Billy likes his drawing of a unicorn

making out with a rainbow Pegasus!

I don't have a lot of money...

or any money...

but I wanted...

Carefully picked every song.

That is so sweet.

So then why doesn't Voltron just form the sword

from the very beginning?

The American gaijin never bothered

to translate the scripts from the original Japanese.

What, so they forgot to translate

"it takes 20 minutes for this dumb sword to warm up"?

Did you hear about my super-sexy interlude

with Miss De Luca?

She had you hogtied and weeping

with a riding crop up your ass.

You say that like it's a bad thing.

Honestly, Petra, I never expected you to be so prudish.

You have no idea the kind of sexual scenarios

this brain has imagined.

Yeah?

I mean, I don't care.

Here you are!

Yeah, here I am.

Dance with me!

Whoo!

Whoo! Whoo! Sorry.

Baby!

Is that just alcohol?

I want to go dancing.

Don't be such a little bitch.

Yeah, little bitch or big bitch,

I only have two gears.

Fine. You don't want to dance.

Maybe there's something else you'd rather do.

Mm...

you like that? Mm-hmm.

¿Qué pasa, Saya? I want to stay with Marcus.

He wants to dance with me. No, he doesn't.

- I will call him. - No.

Ha ha. Crazy Maria, right?

I won't tell.

I promise.

Ay!

Saya!

What the hell was that?

You're no fun anymore.

Maria, you're not acting like yourself, okay?

Something's wrong. You need help.

Oh, God.

I'm so tired of people telling me

there's something wrong with me... I'm fine!

You're putting yourself in danger.

You're putting all of us... Don't worry.

I won't embarrass you or harm your precious grades.

That's not what I'm saying.

Maybe it's not that.

Maybe you're jealous.

# From the cradle bars comes a beckoning voice #

# It sends you spinning

# You have no choice

# You hear laughter cracking through the walls #

# It sends you spinning

# You have no choice

# You hear laughter cracking through the walls #

# It sends you spinning

# You have no choice

# Following the footsteps of a rag doll dance #

# We are entranced

Heard something you should know.

Know that Dixie Mob kid, Peter, I deal to?

He said he saw Yukio open the door

for those masked motherfuckers who tried to kill Chico.

Peter's a drug addict.

It makes a lot of sense.

Kuroki wanted Chico out of business.

Yukio? He's got to go.

We don't know anything for sure.

- Maria, we can't let this... - Diablo put me in charge.

If you don't like it, I'm happy to call him for you.

You have to figure out how to handle Maria.

You need to get her under control.

- Me? - Yeah.

She's the one acting crazy.

Right, and she's gonna get us all killed, so figure it out.

She's your responsibility.

Responsibility? What... what...

You act like we're married.

I-I don't know what the hell is wrong with her.

One minute she's... she's sad,

and the next she's crazy.

Maria's bipolar.

S-she's what?

Yeah, and it's totally treatable,

but the problem is she's not treating it,

which is why you need to do something.

Son of a bitch.

What can I do?

How long has she been off her pills?

Why didn't she tell me?

Jesus.

How do I get myself into this shit?

Of course. You make this about you.

It is about me. It's about us.

And of course I'm worried about her.

But that's not the reason why you're mad at me...

is it?

Fuck!

There he is. Come on.

What the fuck?

What in the fuck? You tried to kill me!

No, I knew she wouldn't let that arrow hit you,

same as I knew she would try to steal you.

Oh, my...

Steal me?

She was trying to help you.

I would be dead!

What the hell is wrong with you?

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry. I'm being punished.

I'm so scared all the time.

And there's something wrong with me,

but I'll take care of it, I swear.

Please.

I'm so scared all the time, and I don't want to be scared.

Please forgive me, please.

# I made you my slave

Please.

# You said this I do for you #

# If it would help give the world back #

# What it gave, then I would #

# Oh, oh

# I would

# I would

# I would for you

# Oh, oh

# Oh, oh, oh, oh

Gouging was invented in the 18th-century South.

It's known for its emphasis on maximum disfigurement.

I dig it 'cause it's a way for poor people

to protect their honor.

Now...

Miss, uh, Neocon '87 here...

she likes anything that turns the clock

back to the good old days

of indentured servants and dysentery.

While Master Zane would prefer

a land of liberal lawlessness,

where prostitutes sell schoolchildren crack cocaine.

Today we will be practicing basic nose biting,

testicle ripping, and eye poking.

Mm-hmm.

Master Zane.

You still haven't changed Brandy's grade.

Wasn't I clear, lady?

I ain't gonna do the thing you asked me to d...

Sweet pickles, you got three seconds to put that hand

somewhere that ain't me.

Uh, I was...

What grade do you feel you've earned?

Make sure Master Zane can't forget it.

Give me an A!

Genghis Khan wanted to unite the world by conquering it.

But when his sons were born,

they only cared about silk and horses.

Their empire was doomed by decadence.

If you weren't my brother,

you would no longer have your school.

The same sibling rivalry.

We were hardly raised together.

You were eight when you left, Gao.

Who we are by eight is who we are.

I know you, and I hear your resentment,

but...

I'm not the one that sent you to China.

Father must have known I would pass the great exam.

Is that the rationale?

I went through the same trial here.

At age 18.

When my wife and daughter died...

I was alone.

I needed family.

Even though we didn't speak,

I always kept a watchful eye over you.

I followed your ascent at the Guild with pride.

The Green Temple did not permit correspondence.

We don't have to let the damage define us.

With the help of his family,

Genghis conquered half the world.

We are stronger together.

Zane shouldn't have let his personal feelings

color his teachings.

But leave Saya be.

She shows great promise.

You do have your favorites, don't you?

Yo, Marcus. Phone call for you.

But I don't know anyone.

Make it quick. I'm waiting on a call from Gabrielle.

Hello?

What's up, pink cheeks?

I figured you had thought our meet and greet in Vegas

was part of your hippie drug rip.

I've been planning up some sexy-good business on my end.

I told you I was gonna fuck with you.

Uh, how... how did you get this number?

Oh, I got an inside scoop.

A real gossip hound.

Good girl.

Anyway... whoo!

My Chatty Cathy told me all about that school,

all about how you got inducted

for what you did at the boys' home.

What's it feel like living another man's reputation?

While I do the hard work in the streets, earning my rep,

you're living my good life...

having drug parties...

humping sexy Mexican ladies.

Oh, yeah, that one's got you by the jewels, huh?

Secret girlfriend named Maria ain't so secret after all.

And I heard old Maria's

big-time cartel boyfriend's gone missing.

That got me thinking.

That must've been the dude's body I found in Vegas...

the fella your lady killed?

What do you want, Chester?

I want the name you stole from me, dickhead!

The cops, the newspapers... they give you all the love!

But you want to know how I know you're gonna help me?

Hey, Marcus, It's me! Chico!

Remember? From the cartel?

If you don't find me in three days,

this psycho's gonna send me home

with a note about who did it.

Adiós!

Hear me?

Three days, Arguello.

Happy hunting.

Daddy!

Ah...

how's my sweet girl?

How was work?

Murder.