Previously, on "Deadly Class"...
Step away from the goat and put your hands in the air.
I was just spreading some love.
Legacy hazing is a time-honored tradition.
You don't belong with us.
Come to that dance, you'll regret it.
Welcome to the Legacy Committee, sweetheart.
Miss Rat, 1987.
You're right to be angry. Let's burn them down.
# Yeah #
# From the coast of gold #
# Across the seven seas #
- # I'm traveling on # - Suck it!
# Far and wide #
# But now it seems #
# I'm just a stranger to myself #
- # And all the things I sometimes do # - Look out!
# It isn't me but someone else #
# I close my eyes #
# And think of home #
# Another city goes by #
# In the night #
# Ain't it funny how it is? #
Yeah, I just did the "Risky Business."
Full tighty-whities.
When in Rome.
No, that movie sucked.
Can't get behind some rich kid
trying to hide the fact that he cracked his Mom's Fabergé egg.
First, he gets a high-end call girl,
crashes his Dad's Porsche,
and I'm supposed to care if his brothel's a success?
Yes.
The scene with Rebecca De Mornay on the subway is hotter than shit,
and I'd bone that.
I'm not talking structure. I'm talking a general relatability.
If... if you'd just listen!
Fuck you, Mom!
Guarantee the answer's a no.
Whoa, brother.
Your face is fucked.
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Fuck.
Teddy, just hang in there, bud.
I'm coming.
Chico.
I'll see you in 48 hours, baby.
Stop, man.
Viktor did nothing wrong. Hey!
I am pillar of community!
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What is this?
Prolonged confinement designed for behavioral rectification.
Detention.
What did you do?
Sip?
Master Lin. All due respect,
this must be an oversight 'cause I didn't do...
Yeah.
Fine.
But if I'm getting hit for fighting,
shouldn't Willie's ass be in here, too?
All Viktor did was invite rodent girl to dance.
All I did was punch a Nazi, inbred, debutante bi...
You all committed the cardinal sin.
You were caught.
Ah!
Agoge.
Spartan instruction that molded petulant Greek boys
into the greatest warriors in the world.
It had three basic tenets...
Conformity, discipline,
and commitment to Sparta over one's own interests.
You want to keep that hand?
You chose your baser instinct.
Rivalry.
You will spend your weekend locked in this room...
contemplating my disappointment.
We live our lives behind these fictitious ideas
of what we think other people will accept.
Barricaded behind masks, honing our act.
When people laugh,
we learn and repeat what amuses them.
When they respect us...
when we're given their validation, we feel secure.
But over time, the person down underneath
the social training becomes unrecognizable...
lost.
Our act becomes the truth.
And the truth becomes some residual of the weak person we were
before we learned how to fit in.
Hey, Vik, you got the time?
Very funny, Nancy boy.
Is Swatch.
Top American style.
That's smart.
In case you break the other two.
Fuck Lin and his Trojan bullshit.
Once I get what I want from this joint,
I'm gonna stick a machete up his ass.
Now he pipes up. 45 minutes after he left.
You're the one that I should be carving up, Arguello.
Your queefy dart bullshit got us thrown in here, yeah?
You think the queefy dart was faster than The Flash?
No, but he could out-queef Superman for sure.
Hey, look, I ain't got no kinds of beef with your people.
You think I'm here to jump you?
Me and Chico ain't exactly sweet on each other.
No one's sweet on Chico.
- I thought you two were... - I need a passport.
Ain't that a cartel specialty?
They can't know.
"They can't"... All right, hold up.
I ain't trying to get mixed up in no lover's quarrel bullshit.
Chico's locked up for two days.
This is my chance to get away from him.
That bad?
Just do this for me.
Please.
All I'm saying is
what's been done to you determines who you'll be.
I'm who I choose to be.
So, shitty parenting made Ted Bundy start shish-kebabing coeds?
Bundy's dad, also his grandfather... What could go wrong?
Shit, nobody stuck a finger up my ass.
I'm as deadly as they come.
Well, by that logic, I made Viktor three fingers more deadly.
She is lying.
My "shoofla" is exit only.
Whatever broken shit is inside of us is there the day we're born.
People are what they are.
Wait, what's a "shoofla"?
How long are you staying?
Uh, till I can fix things, kemosabe.
You should have called. I didn't get enough groceries.
Ugh. Gah!
The milk's curdled.
It's not milk, it's mayo.
- What? - They were out.
Safeway was out of milk?
He lost it again, didn't he?
You don't like it, Private School,
you don't have to eat it.
I propose we conduct an experiment...
Evolve past the chimpanzee stage.
And open ourselves to free love, crunchy grooves,
and drinking the soul's sweet, sweet stardust.
Let's at least pretend to like each other.
Torture Town, USA.
Two bags of chips for two days.
That's torture.
There's enough monosodium glutamate in there to kill a rhino.
Mm, MSG.
The monks are gonna bring more food, right?
One box per detention.
Lucky one of my superpowers is starving.
What is other?
Sitting on man's "horkum"?
You know, if it's junk food you desire,
we could break into the vaults of Valhalla.
There's a chest...
this big...
full of diabetes-inducing treats,
among other glorious contraband.
This is your brain on drugs.
The confiscation room is impenetrable, man.
Like Saya's panties.
It's been done... once.
Lin's cornucopia was pried open
by a group of industrious detention attendees.
The robbers inscribed their deeds on the rooftop.
"The golden door on the secret floor."
I bet that's where my sword is.
You're such a spaz.
- Oh, God, it's so obvious. - What?
You want to get married and have babies
and hump on the washing machine all day and...
Or you're my pledge,
and I'm obligated to keep you alive,
which means anything you do comes back on me.
It's like being tethered to a large, dumb thing
that is sinking in quicksand.
Hence our current situation.
So he is cop man, or he is cop robot?
- Half and half. - Which is robot half?
No, man.
He's a dude in a big old metal suit.
It's not a suit. They replaced his body with cybernetics.
The "robo" part keeps his brain alive.
This is very confusing film.
So if Lin catches me smoking crack
or running naked through Chinatown...
We're both dead.
Yet here we are breaking his rules.
I have my own rules... Bushido.
Your honor lives in your sword,
and I'm not leaving my honor in a closet
next to some Hot Pockets.
Hey, shh.
You skeptics don't deserve the spoils that await.
But...
I'm a generous captain.
Oh...
Wow.
What the hell?
- Oh, shit. - Oh, nice.
Party.
Whoohoo.
Oh, nice.
There are explosives in here. Let's blow some shit up.
It's not here.
Where else could it be?
You're waking the wolf, Arguello.
- Ooh. - I'm gonna jack you up.
Hey.
Viktor has been looking for you.
I get the Pop Rocks, and I get the Mountain Dew,
but what's the cheese for?
Blowing....your... mind.
Oh, it's like riding a cheese dragon
through a forest of delicious sweets.
Mmm.
What?
Just doesn't seem like you're having much fun.
If I lose my katana, my life is over.
What do you think's gonna happen... Lin's pawning it?
- It'll turn up. - How do you know?
Things always work out.
Vietnam, cancer kids, Sonny and Cher,
and weren't you homeless?
Yeah, it's just something my dad used to say.
It's not 100%, I guess.
It's probably closer to ten.
I didn't even get to use this puppy.
Jesus!
Misery loves company.
But the second, lesser-known part is:
Company doesn't much care for misery.
It's a little smaller than yours,
but this is guaranteed to cheer you up.
Hundred bucks says she doesn't make it.
Okay, that was pretty fucking cool.
Can we make it bigger?
Jurgen was right.
I was a different man in the beginning.
Thinner.
I was going to make King's different.
We were all young.
Drunk off our own convictions.
Just drunk.
One day you look in the mirror and see the man
you swore you'd never become.
Please don't make me do this with you every time.
Our families took the vow.
"Vows were ever brokers to defiling."
Quoting Shakespeare.
When did you become the overcompensating community-college student?
I can always tell when something is eating at you.
Jurgen is smart.
If he stays gone, they won't suspect.
I've only delayed the inevitable.
No one gets away.
I did.
So what, mass extinction?
World can't support 5 billion people.
That's some science shit.
Dio!
All hail Satan.
Amount of fossil fuel we're guzzling...
Humans got 50 years
till it's "Mad Max" time.
Hey, Petra already has costume for ending of world.
Oh...
Stabbing him will not make him any less of an asshole.
What did I say?
It appears you have one redeeming quality.
The rank and vile discovers "The Head on the Door"
and suddenly they deserve our praise?
He could have put on Julio Iglesias.
Name one Cure B-side.
You got your B-side right here.
Think I made my point.
This is my little bro's favorite album.
He's got good taste.
Had taste.
Oh, I didn't know.
Why would you?
We...
We don't even live on the same planet.
- We've all lost people. - Yeah.
Dude, you're gonna break your neck.
Three... two...
one.
No!
Oh, shit!
Run!
Come on, come on, come on, come on!
Where the hell are the monks?
- Fuck! - Keep moving.
Hey, hey! Where the hell...
- Shit. - They're dead. Go! Go!
Go! Go, go!
You... you killed Jaden.
Fuck Jaden!
Another second, they would have been in here hacking us to pieces!
- What the hell is wrong with you? - We got no first aid, Marcus!
He was a dead man!
You don't want to like it, but I saved us.
Marcus?
I can't...
Shit.
Here.
_
- We're gonna die in here. - No one's dying.
Are you blind? They're fucking dying!
The monks are slaughtered!
We're trapped! No weapons, no nothing!
We grab some chairs, we make a barricade.
Okay? We'll wait them out.
You think a couch is gonna slow down those Terminators?
Chico's right.
They're not gonna stop until they get what they came for.
How do you know?
- Because they're Kuroki. - "Kuroki"?
What kind of crazy shit you pulled us into, Saya?
What do they want?
Me.
Well, sayonara, princess.
- I vote we hand her ass over. - We're not doing that.
You want to die over some pussy?
Go ahead. Leave me out of it.
Hey, at least let me die knowing who killed me.
My cousins.
They're here to take me home.
I didn't exactly leave Tokyo on good terms.
We'll stop them.
I've watched the Kamigas massacre an entire Triad gang
with their bare hands.
That's just beautiful.
You act like you're some big hero.
Always judging everyone.
She wants to go back to her crazy Kung Fu family, let her.
You think we just walk away?
They want her alive. And the rest of us?
This is some bullshit!
Puta madre, cabrón!
God damn Kuroki bitch!
So what am I supposed to do?
Wait for them to die?
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Viktor's losing a lot of blood.
We'll just have to...
What?
Where the hell's Chico?
I'm gonna flay that bastard.
Chico!
God damn it! Don't do this!
Enjoy the family reunion.
Viktor...
Viktor?
Vik.
Viktor.
Hey, Vik.
No, no resting. You might not wake up.
What do you care?
I don't.
But I'm not dying alone, so keep your eyes open.
What are you doing?
Looking.
For what?
My dad used to be one of those good Christians.
Both my parents were.
And one day they stopped buying groceries,
stopped taking me to school.
Dad told me that the true God had chosen him.
Then one night, I woke up with a house full of strangers.
He said he was the new Messiah,
and they bought it.
They stayed.
Within a few weeks, Mom stopped talking to me.
Dad said she had to separate herself from me to do what was necessary.
On my birthday, I go to the fridge,
praying to find a cake.
Inside was this mason jar.
I pulled it out...
and my mother's green eyes stared back at me.
When my dad came in, I thought he was gonna kill me.
Instead, he told me to look into her eyes.
He forced me.
Told me he watched as she died.
Said once you see a soul leave...
You no longer fear death.
He wanted me to experience the same peace he felt.
This is why you look into my eyes?
You think we're going to die here?
The things I've done...
Just be quiet now.
There's got to be another way out.
Like a hidden door or something.
Well, that's helpful.
Just keep searching. Petra and Viktor don't have long.
And you're gonna do what?
- They have my katana. - Exactly. You're unarmed.
Look, if I die trying to get it back, I'm good with that.
At least it's an honorable death.
Do you hear how insane you sound?
All this "honor" bullshit?
It's a goddamn sword.
It was my father's.
It's the only thing I have left.
I'm not leaving you.
They will slaughter you to get to me.
I'm better off on my own.
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Saya.
Here.
Remember I was saying you would dig this one?
Reminds me of you.
Nothing breaks him.
Last couple pages, they think they got his ass dead to rights,
but he does what he has to to get free.
And I don't want to spoil nothing,
but the brother saves his ass in the end.
Willie.
Just don't tell Marcus I was reading any of his indie shit.
I scare you?
Of course not, baby.
I just thought you had detention till Sunday.
Lin's cage couldn't hold me.
When did you start reading kiddie books?
It's for you.
Huh.
There's this monastery in the Tenderloin.
Guys in orange robes trying to polish a giant,
junkie wasteland with meditation and free grub.
There was a monk there, a guy from New Jersey
who told me that everything in life is suffering.
Everything.
I said, "What about happiness?"
He said, "That's suffering, too,
because you know that happiness won't last."
I told him he was full of shit.
How can hope be suffering? Or joy?
Or family?
He was right.
Humans need to suffer.
It's how we know we're alive.
All we really are is a compilation of damages.
Hey.
You don't have to talk about it.
Good.
But...
Today was crazy fucked up.
So if you did want to...
I was just thinking about...
what a dick my cousin was.
Sparred with him my whole life.
He was two feet taller than me and never went easy.
Here.
Not really a fair fight.
The humiliation was supposed to make me better.
Did it?
Yeah.
The fucked-up part is that I think
he was harder on me than my brother because he wanted me to be great.
I hated him for it, but it worked.
I didn't think it was gonna feel this way.
It's not supposed to feel good.
At Shabnam's party...
When you were trying to kiss me?
You clearly misunderstood.
My goodness.
We raised Shabnam better than this.
At least he's made a friend or two.
Teenagers need boundaries.
I'm calling that school first thing tomorrow.
What school?
Hey, you hear about what happened?
Jesus.
It's just another Saturday night at the Bennett house.
My fault for going back.
Your dad?
An after-school special come to life.
Read a book about it.
Said abusive parents are like a human version of the flu.
Don't go around them unless you want to get sick.
Why'd you go back?
My little brother.
He said some creeps have been coming around the house again.
You want to know why I go to this academy of the damned?
My dad owes the Mob, like, a million bucks,
so they're training me to go work for them to pay off his debt.
Got home and found out he's into a whole nother crew now.
Mm. Gambling?
It must be, like, super fun, right?
So I call him out.
He goes nuts, starts to push me.
I go to get my shit to leave,
he follows me down the hallway, pushing me,
screaming.
"Turn your back on me, sonny boy?
Little Lord Fauntleroy coming home from private school to judge?
Bitch and moan... That's all you ever do.
Just another victim!"
So he's red in the face.
Standing in the doorway, won't let me leave.
My mom tries to stop him.
"Gene! Gene, stop it!"
So he throws her into a wall, as you do.
Family photos go everywhere.
I went to stop him, but, uh...
Gene's a big guy.
He... he, uh...
Got on top of me.
He has a lot of rings...
big gold ones.
I remember watching them coming down.
He got tired pretty fast.
20 years of cigarettes and Schlitz.
I had an opening. I got on top of him.
But I couldn't do it.
Why is that?
After everything he's done to us...
I couldn't hit him.
Hey, I think it shows you're still intact.
You're just a kid who still loves his dad.
No.
That's not it.
My brother's a kid.
He's a really, really good kid.
My mom, my brother...
They're not gonna survive him.
What can we do?
Take a road trip.
To Vegas.
"A-a road trip"?
To kill my dad.
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