- Previously on "Deadly Class"...
- You're a Rat, as in no affiliation.
- Hating what's wrong is easy.
I'm gonna do something about it.
- You have the thing this place is supposed to nurture,
and they all see it.
- I'm a pacifist, man. - You're a what?
- Don't you ever call me out in front of my people.
'Cause if I lose my rep, I'm dead.
- I know about Marcus.
You know I'd never kill you.
You do some shit like that again,
you're gonna wish I did.
- I think I love you, Petra.
- I-I-I don't--
I don't really know what to say, Billy.
- Did your mouth buy you this scar?
Straight razor, he left the eye.
- It was my bunkmate at the boys' home.
- But I need a pig to help me find the kid
that torched that boys' home.
[suspenseful music]
♪
[dog panting]
- This standard poodle's skull
is moderately rounded.
- Moderately? Look at that thing.
- The coat, a proud, curly silver gray
with a hint of café au lait.
- Ooh, café au lait where it counts.
[chuckling] Am I right?
Come on.
You still sore at me, sitting over there
with your back to me?
Look, one day, you're gonna be grateful.
You were a big ole giant pussy when you came here,
and, thanks to me, you're gonna walk out like a man
with some scars.
That's what gives you substance.
Taught ya a good lesson to boot.
Humans are shitty. All of them.
Now, dogs,
like this pup here on the TV,
I know a girl just like her.
I loved her.
Good dog, until Dad found out.
He misunderstood everything.
Yup.
Humans will always let you down, but a pooch--
that love's unconditional.
[rock music]
- All I'm saying is, you're not making your own choices.
You're just doing what you're taught to do.
- Hit 'em with a right hook!
- I don't really trust the sovereignty of any government.
I mean, patriotism?
What marketing asshole comes up with the idea
that you get to feel noble by--by looking out
for your own self-interests?
- Uppercut! Uppercut!
Would you quit keeping it real at me
and focus on the game, man?
Yes!
- Suck my ass, Canadian Crusher!
- There it is. Knockout, baby!
This our champion. That's what I'm talking about.
[chuckles] Let me get some.
You best give me my money, Arguello, or I'll make it hurt.
- Uh, uh, I don't have a dime.
- I ain't asking for a dime,
but I want my $2.
You got till tomorrow.
[door clicks shut]
- Borrowing money from FWO?
Smooth move, ex-lax.
Their interest rates are exorbitant
and their collection methods are rather stabby.
Where is that? - Hey, try Bactine.
If you get cut by something dirty,
it can get infected.
Uh, uh, not that the dildo was--was dirty
or--or--or your--your mom-- uh, I don't know--
- You want to bow out on this one?
- Yeah, very much.
Hey, listen, man.
I'm sorry. I should've done something.
- [chuckling]
That's just water under the proverbial bridge, compadre.
Life's too short for grudges.
Forgiven? Check.
Forgotten? Checka-checka-checka!
[chuckling] Oh, dang!
It's the old Rat tutorial guide.
Most of this stuff is, like, way ancient, though.
What you need is the skinny from an in-the-know cat.
Now, Rats, your people,
they're the first of their family to attend King's,
so they're like serfs during feudalism.
- Killer.
I've enrolled in the dark ages.
- Some Rats get extra jobs.
Uh, toilet scrubbing, infirmary watch.
Shithead Lex does mail.
Mopey Petra's on kitchen patrol.
- So if this place is built on classism,
why are you talking to me?
- I'm friends with everybody.
- 'Sup, dildo?
- Yeah, ha-ha, Boyd!
We're just messing with each other. We used to--
- You shouldn't let people treat you like that.
- That's part of my specialty.
I let people think I'm weak
and they never suspect the ole Shab-attack!
[chuckles] - Ha-ha. Cool.
- Mm.
- See you ladies on the dance floor.
- Gag me. - No Rats at the Legacy dance.
- Oh, bummer. I just had my asshole freshly douched.
- Joke all you want, but be careful.
Week of the dance,
Legacy hazing is a time-honored tradition.
[sharp snap] - [yelling]
- Caught one!
- A mousetrap?
I get it! [laughing]
- Viktor!
Hey, compa,you got a rabies shot yet?
Hear you nailed a vampire Rat.
Eternal life, sure, man. But at what price?
- Communism does not see rich or poor.
Only vagina.
[laughs] [bell rings]
- [laughing] [stomping]
- Blowguns were used by the jungle people of Nicaragua
for thousands of years...
till the Soviets gave them janky Kalashnikovs.
To use one, you must be centered
with total focus.
Well, let's see what you've got.
[dramatic music]
[dart whizzes]
♪
- [blows sharply] [dart clatters]
[darts whizzing]
♪
[darts whizzing]
- Mm-mm.
There. There.
Yes, I remember your technique.
[darts whizzing]
- [sighs]
- Are you ashamed for others to know of our beautiful night?
- Look, Drago, you were a curiosity.
Forget about it, okay?
- Mm, you hide your softness and act cold
because you fear feelings.
- It's not fear you're picking up; it's disinterest.
[darts whizzing]
- Go to Legacy dance with me.
- Jesus, you do speak English, right?
- Rat, Legacy, jock, goth.
Why do we let differences define us?
Is as song says, "we are the world."
- Not a world I want to be a part of.
- Come to dance. Have fun.
You will be under my protection.
- No. Nay. Nyet!
♪
[dart whizzes]
- We'll get there. [bell rings]
- What you're cooking today is a dastardly syrup
I call Mellow Yellow.
One drop and you're overcome with primal hallucinations
and terrible anguish.
- Sounds a lot like a night with Petra.
Isn't that right, Vik?
- Did not know Chico's lapdog was allowed to speak.
[liquid bubbling]
- Never would've put you and Vik in the same picnic basket.
How did you convince that hunk to get you in?
- Did you just say "hunk"?
- Go on and act stuck-up, but I know you screwed him.
He's sweet on you, too.
Pushing to get you bumped to Legacy.
- I'm sorry, are we friends?
Why the sudden interest in what I do?
- No interest.
I just wanted to tell you that you're making the right choice.
You don't belong with us.
You come to that dance, you'll regret it.
- [chuckling]
Rat trap.
[chortles]
I get it. I get it. I--
[snarling]
[laughs]
- Let me grab those jelly beans.
[glass shatters] Oops.
[sizzling]
[suspenseful music]
- The fire, it's--it's-- it's inside me!
- [laughs] - Get away! Get away!
- Karma, man. Kar-ma.
- [screaming] [laughter]
- The rest of you are free.
- [screaming]
- Stay put.
Class clown around here... ends poorly.
- Dude, I was trying.
Serious. I-I want to learn,
but I'm sort of shit at everything.
- You'll get there.
Give it time. These Legacies,
they've been tutored in this their whole lives.
- Does it bother you? Training people like that?
- I thought we were gonna train a generation
to burn it all down.
- Yeah, well, looks like you're propping it up.
- They put a carrot on a stick, tell you if you catch it,
you'll have the power to achieve your goals.
But bit by bit,
they move it from your path to theirs.
♪
[sighs]
Yesterday you said something that reminded me
maybe I lost my way.
- Oh, I didn't mean to crumb on you.
You know, talk is cheap. What do I know?
♪
- It's gonna get worse, not better.
Keep your head down. Pick your battles.
Save your time for maximum destruction.
Play ball at King's until you learn what you need,
and then get the ---- out.
Before finals.
[glass clattering]
[bell rings]
- I don't know. The dance might be fun.
- Rather eat glass.
There's a show at The Stone.
- We're banned.
- Right.
The bouncer with the curious hands.
- Not so curious after we were done with him, hermana.
- Dude, something's up. I think Jurgen's gonna--
- Who you touching, Rat?
What, you can't hear?
Get out of my face.
Let's roll.
- I'm in.
- Serious?
Why the change?
- To spite Brandy. - I'll take it.
- I'm not dressing up like some candy-ass Valley girl.
- Dress like funeral,
wear bats for bra and pumpkin head.
I...
I'm just happy you come.
[quirky music]
- [laughs] With that Russian tosser?
I'd call you a sellout,
but you Bela Lugosi goth turds
stand for less than nothing to begin with.
- Well, I'm not in your scene, so meeting your interpretation
of what's okay and what isn't...
[with English accent] I don't care.
- Next stop: J.P. Morgan, brunch,
raise a couple of paper white pups.
"Brent, honey, I'm home!" - [laughs]
- This is about what you said, isn't it?
About your feelings or whatever?
'Cause, you know, I didn't-- - It's cool.
Now that I see where your tastes lie, it's for the best.
Hope Viktor's balls taste like goulash.
- All balls taste like goulash.
You're gonna give me a lecture on punk cred?
- Oh, not at all.
Hell, I'd give Viktor a firm hand job
to get out of this jive-ass hazing.
- Dude, you giving out hand jobs?
- You might be quieter about it, Marcus,
but you're judging her, too.
I'm very intuitive.
- Says the guy who thinks "Jaws" is a comedy.
- Come on! Nantucket twats getting chomped?
That shark's a bloody hero.
♪
- Qué hubo? Qué hubo?
How's lunch?
Special recipe today.
♪
Rat. The other white meat.
[laughter]
[dramatic music]
♪
[both retching]
- You dandies need me to hold your hair?
- How are you keeping that down?
- Why are you keeping it--
[retching] - Not my first rat stew.
[toilet flushes]
- Oh, I feel its wee bones in my belly.
- [gasping]
The horror. The horror.
- Today we riot!
No option but full-out class war!
- We'll storm the Bastille and--
and we'll release a loose stool on the throne.
You in? - No.
Rain check on eating the rich.
I'm gonna keep my head down and pick my battles.
- Dude, if we let them get away with this,
next time, we'll be eating--
I don't know--cat balls!
Soldier, are you prepared to serve your country?
- This is war!
[both laughing]
- ♪ Call you
♪ You're not there
♪ Answerphone
[knock at door]
♪ Trying to wake
♪ Start anew
♪ I'd give anything
- Cálmate,baby.
You space on movie night?
[radio clicks off]
[dramatic music]
Forget about the mess we had to clean up, eh?
♪
I already have.
- I need a break.
♪
- What's that mean? You don't want to see me?
- Of course not.
I just--
I was gonna go to the dance with Saya.
- You should've said something, baby.
I'll throw on my fancy shit.
- No, it's okay. It's okay.
We were gonna do girls' night.
Just the two of us.
♪
Please, just one night.
♪
- Whatever you want.
♪
[door squeaks, clicks shut]
[T.S.O.L's "Superficial Love"]
♪
- ♪ Superficial love
♪ Only for a ----
♪ But love is incest
- Sticker says "fragile," dickhead.
- Looks like Babushka sent you something special!
- ♪ Peacetime, wartime, try to draft me ♪
- Oh, smoked fishes!
♪
- ♪ All die for this land
- Columbia House finally makes good
on that Hanks Williams Jr. tape--
[shrieks]
[packages popping] [people gasping]
What the hell?
- Mother------. - Piece of shit!
- Where is fey boy?
- ♪ President Reagan can shove it ♪
[tapping]
- You wanted to see me, Jurgen?
[ominous music]
♪
Is this a joke?
- Is it funny? - Not to the Guild.
This is a suicide note.
♪
You signed on for life.
- When I shouldered that,
King's was different.
You were different. You remember those days?
- I remember my father insisted
that you could be a valuable asset.
Took a considerable risk breaking you out of prison.
- He told me we'd restore the balance,
but the people we help already have power.
- The Rats who passed the exam.
- How many were there last year?
♪
[bell rings]
[indistinct chatter]
- Where's the teacher?
- Find a thousand dicks and suck 'em.
- So many?
[dramatic music]
[door closes]
♪
- Welcome to the Fundamentals of Psychopathy.
♪
Now, why would Lin enroll such a lowlife
into his esteemed Atelier of the Deadly Arts?
- You don't know my reputation.
- Well, reputations can be deceiving.
Do you know mine? - Um...
you're keen on astrology,
41 victims, no bodies found.
- [coughing] Cannibalism.
♪
- I would never resort to such desperate theatrics.
Today we will be studying the murderer's muse:
resentments.
No better fuel for the feast.
List what you despise, please.
- Skaters who turn into rock stars.
Like Gator, he's great, but the dude thinks he's Prince.
- [spits]
♪
- Capitalism. - Yeah, that's hard to argue.
♪
- Thatcher. - Snore.
What about you, boy?
What do you hate?
- Bullies.
- Go on. - Tiny-dick egotists
who hurt people for no reason,
make people lock their doors at night.
People who make general existence worse,
people like you.
------- hate people like you.
♪
[pounds on desk]
♪
- Today's lesson was on resentments,
and it looks like I got a new one.
♪
I'm just trying to picture you without feet.
♪
- I don't get paid,
I will send your boy back in pieces.
I will do a Van Gogh on him.
You can avoid that.
All you gotta do is pay me, right?
Just let go of the green
and save Chad from my mean machine.
You hear me?
I'll just keep the rest of my dirty business a secret.
You'll go to your grave just wondering what I did.
[thudding]
Ah.
Come to have the fun, sweet pickles?
- There's nothing sweet about us.
- Oh, sweet pickles,
I'm gonna have you in a sandwich pie.
Gonna run my-- - [yells]
[tense music]
♪
- [choking] [busy signal beeping]
[coughing]
- Now, class, as you just witnessed,
sometimes you gotta fight with bare hands
like the guru of white karate, Chuck Norris, "Firewalker."
Scoom! Skam! Wham-dam!
Other times, you gotta improvise.
- You are twice our size.
- Size, schmize.
When I was a bouncer at Chest of Drawers--
AKA Check for Sores--
on the Jersey Shore,
every Italian from Seaside to Sicily
tried to take a swing at ole Master Zane,
and I knocked the Drakkar Noir right off 'em
with nothing but a brick.
Atypical combat skills save your keisters, meisters.
Now, you two-- you two are losers.
- Well, his swan dive kind of ------ up our entrance.
- Nothing ever happens according to plan.
Uh, hobo kid here,
he still nailed it
with the skimmy-scam-shabaldam!
[chuckles]
[ominous music]
♪
[gears clattering]
♪
- [sighs]
[gears clattering]
[hatch thuds shut]
♪
- Your recommendation?
- He's been slipping for months,
numerous accidents in class.
It would be best to replace him.
- Just...
Let him go?
- I trust his silence.
He's served us for nearly two decades.
- That's not how we do things.
Is it?
- If a reed doesn't bend, it breaks.
Perhaps some flexibility in our principles.
[dark music]
You know what I love about principles?
♪
None of us can actually prove whose ideas are right
and whose are wrong.
We have to assert our values.
Only then do they become real.
- And when we see that we are wrong,
do we not reassess?
- Look at them.
♪
They stand in this position in agony
for 12 hours a day for an ideal.
Why?
- They made a commitment.
- Same as Jurgen did.
It's a shame he couldn't hold his form.
♪
I know you won't let your friendship
get in the way of what must be done.
♪
- They can think what they want.
I know they all call me a bitch.
- You are a bitch. Be proud of that.
- People who proudly self-apply labels
like "asshole" or "bitch"
as if it's a sign of their own strength
are just ugly people looking for an excuse
to lean into their unpleasant nature.
- Well, they all think I'm crazy.
- They're gonna think what they want.
Nothing you can do about it.
- I don't care what they say.
I just wish it wasn't true.
- You're not crazy.
[soft music]
- I just want to be normal.
- ---- that. Normal's death.
- But what's more normal
than bragging about how normal you are?
- [chuckles]
♪
- Maybe we shit on what we can't have.
Me, in my heart,
I would love to own a house like this--
filled with books, niñosrunning around,
music in the air.
- Enjoy that bullshit.
I'm gonna party forever and rule the world.
But I would like to come and visit.
- Auntie Saya, party queen of the world.
- Mm-hmm.
- You are. - I am. You're right, I am.
[bell jingles]
[man speaking indistinctly over radio]
[door closes, bell jingles]
- Why don't you find out if this goes with fish?
[man continues indistinctly over radio]
- Excuse me, sir, do you think this goes with salmon?
- Strawberry wine goes with drunk.
How old are you, sweetheart?
- 25.
- If you're 25, I'm Christie Brinkley.
[glass shatters]
[gun cocking]
Lootin' the wrong establishment.
Put it down now.
- Well, jeez, mister, I-I brought this from home.
[suspenseful music]
♪
- [yells]
♪
[both giggling]
- Go!
- I remember once, I was with Mom and Dad
in the old sedan,
driving in the middle of the night,
God knows where,
and they had this Christian radio station on.
The only thing we could pick up.
The guy was talking about holding up a mirror to society
to show how violent it is
and illuminate some of the cancer
in the hopes that Jesus' light would cure it
and people would be kind.
This crazy guy calls in
and tells the preacher he's gonna shoot him.
Jesus' disciples out there teaching his message
all these centuries later
and being met with the same response.
The reality is, they like the violence.
They feed on it.
Denke's right, I need to pay attention,
learn to protect myself, grow scales and breathe fire,
never let them ---- with me ever again.
[door clicks open]
- Killer study hall, yo.
Got this new Kid Icarus business.
Supposed to be some hard-ass shit.
- Now you can talk to me?
- You still trippin' on that little two-step in the hall?
Nothing I can do about hazing week.
- Mm, can't defy tradition. - Exactly.
- Witch hunts, slavery, Columbus Day.
- What's wrong with Columbus Day?
- Look, I got a lot of reading,
and I don't have a legacy to fall back on.
- Can't help what I was born into.
- Look, man, I-I can't--
I can't be friends with someone who's ashamed of me,
not after what I did for you.
- Keep your mouth shut about that, man.
- Or what? You'll pacifist the shit out of me?
[suspenseful music]
♪
Jesus never stood a chance.
[Tones On Tail's "Go!" playing]
♪
- Oh! - Oh, yeah. Oh!
♪
- More dead! Look dead! - Find the big pearl!
- Yeah. - Perfect.
That's good.
- ♪ And you'll never, ever get old ♪
♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah ♪
♪ Yeah-yeah-yeah
♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah ♪
♪ Yeah-yeah-yeah
♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah ♪
♪ Yeah-yeah-yeah
♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah... ♪
- This is where fun comes to die.
- No one must die.
♪ Go
♪ Your whole world can change ♪
♪ If only you just broke through ♪
♪ Through the fears inside your head ♪
♪ 'Cause your fears are doing nothing for you ♪
♪ Keep your head up, your mind open ♪
♪ You'll always, always come through ♪
♪ 'Cause living it up, it's a big deal ♪
♪ It's good for you
[Minor Threat's "Good Guys [Don't Wear White]" playing]
- ♪ I'm a bored boy born in a rut ♪
♪ Some say my manners ain't the best ♪
♪ Some of my friends have been in a whole lot of trouble ♪
- The corporatization of America
is why everything is so awful.
- Come on, not all of them. McDonald's?
Without Mayor McCheese and Ronald McDonald,
the Hamburglar would rule us all.
- Right, so instead of having a chef
open a restaurant and pour his heart and soul in,
you know, concocting something delicious,
you get teenagers reheating meat-like patties.
- Oh, man, I could ---- up a meat-like patty right now.
- No, but seriously, like, what happens to a chef
when he has to work at McDonald's
because it's the only restaurant left?
I mean, years go by, his soul is diminished.
His creativity is stifled.
How is there any other outcome
besides depression, drug addiction, or suicide?
- Oh, cool, the Ian Curtis convention's in town.
Don't let me interrupt your mewling with this box of fun.
[laughs]
♪
A few pyrotechnical diversions.
[laughs]
- ♪ Man, who's to say who's the better man? ♪
- From hell's heart,
I stab at thee!
♪
- ♪ You thought I had a dirty mind ♪
♪ All those messed-up chicks
♪ Of the changing times
♪ White filth and easy living ♪
[fireworks whistling and popping]
- Ha-ha! Suck on my fiery phallus!
Yes! - [laughs]
- ♪ Can you hear them?
♪ They talk about us
♪ Telling lies
- Maria.
- ♪ Can you see them?
- I could've signed you up, baby.
- ♪ They have no shield
- Hey.
- ♪ It doesn't matter what they say ♪
- You couldn't give her one night away.
- I just came to get my bailaron.
- You're a real piece of shit. You know, all she needs is--
- You're gonna tell me what my girl needs, huh?
- You clearly don't have a clue.
- She give you that story about wanting a normal life?
♪
The house with the books
and little niños running around, eh?
She's been telling that one for years.
I taught her that.
She's working you
so I can keep tabs on your crew.
- What did you say to her?
- I just told that puta who you really are.
Hmm?
- ♪ Our lips are sealed
♪ Pay no mind to what they say ♪
♪ It doesn't matter anyway
- [chuckles]
- Oh, yeah?
- Welcome to the Legacy Committee, sweetheart.
Unfortunately, your application's been denied.
- Rat will always be Rat.
- ♪ Well, that's no surprise ♪
♪ Can you see them?
♪ See right through them
[feedback squealing] Listen up, everybody,
y'all might know her as the dark cloud
that haunts the halls of King's,
but tonight
thanks to the lovely ladies of the Cheer Death Squad,
she's gone from wasteoid to...passable.
[applause and laughter]
Please put your hands together
for the belle of the ball,
the new and improved Miss Rat 1987.
[laughter and applause]
♪
- If a wiener is called a penis,
why isn't a butt called a poonis?
- [laughs]
- 'Cause nothing about the English language
makes any sense. - Nothing.
You've got "womb," "tomb," and then "bomb."
- It should be, uh, a "boom."
It's literally a thing that goes boom.
- Bloody ------- right.
- No, dude, no.
Friends don't let friends share dairy.
[rock music]
Dude.
♪
Jesus, what happened?
- [sniffles]
It's my own fault for being a charlatan, right?
- Oh, so I'm the asshole somehow?
[somber music]
[sizzling]
We were just messing with you before.
It's normal to want to be a part of the normal world,
but it's easier when you accept
that you don't belong in it. - Stop.
I'm not gonna let them rent space in my head.
Lesson learned.
- You just needed a reminder
of why we don't take part in that mess.
You don't need them.
They are awful.
♪
You're one of ours, love.
- Always will be.
- But you're right to be angry.
- Nothing to be done about it. - Not by yourself.
- I thought you were sitting on the sidelines.
- Yeah, I was picking my battles.
♪
There's no point in having friends
if you're not gonna stick up for them.
♪
Let's burn them down.
- Like a Roman ------- candle.
♪
[suspenseful music]
♪
- What did he say?
- Pretty much like you said.
- So what do we do now?
[slow music playing]
- Let's go streak Golden Gate Park.
[both laughing]
♪
- I'm gonna need the rest of that strawberry wine.
- Okay.
♪
- ♪ We were just two crazy kids in love ♪
♪
♪ Making the most of what could be ours ♪
♪
♪ Time stood still
♪ And I spent it in your arms ♪
[dart whizzes] - Ah!
♪
[yells]
The Baba Yaga, she eats my loins!
- Ladies and gentlemen, Mellow Yellow!
[darts whizzing]
[people screaming]
♪
- Hey, pumpkin.
- Out of my way, you dumb cooze.
[dart whizzes]
- [with Southern accent] Well, I do declare!
- [gasping]
- Juan. Compa, what the ----, man?
[ominous music]
Qué pasó, muchacho?
- [grunts]
[grunting]
- Sí, puto?
- Step off.
♪
- You want a taste, bitch?
- Bounce. - And miss the disco?
- It's been a while since the Soto Vatos cleaned the house.
- Yeah? - Throw in the Rat for free.
Eh? Hágale, puto.
- Chico!
- [groaning]
- This dance is over.
Everybody return to their rooms.
[Chris de Burgh's "Lady In Red" playing]
♪
- ♪ Ooh, ooh
♪ Ooh, ooh, ooh
♪ Ooh, ooh
♪ Ooh, ooh, ooh
♪ I've never seen you looking so lovely ♪
♪ As you did tonight
♪ I've never seen you shine so bright ♪
♪ Mm, mm, mm
♪
♪ I've never seen so many men ask you ♪
♪ If you wanted to dance
- Been looking all over.
- ♪ Given half a chance
- Are you okay? - Shh.
- ♪ And I have never seen that dress you're wearing ♪
♪ Or the highlights in your hair ♪
♪ That catch your eyes
♪ I have been blind
♪ The lady in red
♪
♪ Is dancing with me
♪ Cheek to cheek
♪ There's nobody here
♪
♪ It's just you and me
♪ It's where I want to be
- Come on, man. Guard your left.
Your left! [chuckles]
- Hey, what you did tonight,
thanks for having my back.
- I got to thinking on what you said earlier.
- Which part? I say so many smart things.
- About patriotism, and it wasn't so smart.
- Mm, you must've misunderstood it.
- You said patriotism was about self-interest,
but back in Watts, we had a different kind.
The pride wasn't in the government,
'cause they never earned no loyalty from us.
It's about community.
It's about taking care of your people.
[solemn music]
- You saying I'm your people?
♪
- Not if you can't guard your left.
Come one, Arguello, carry your weight, man.
♪
- Is a celebration in order?
- More of a commiseration.
Your contract cannot be revised.
Take a sabbatical.
Go to an island, a mountain.
Reset your perspective.
- You know, I don't think a mai tai and a tan
is going to do it.
This is a long time coming.
- A man gives his life to a thing.
Years pass until, inevitably,
one day towards the end...
He wonders if it was the right thing,
but he's already given so much to it.
To quit would erase all his sacrifice.
- So instead, he stays the course.
Too far down the road to turn back,
he agrees to die compromised.
♪
- When you first started at King's,
you were exhausted with the ineffectual game
of terrorizing the pawns of giants.
Here, by bringing your fire to the next generation,
you can make a true impact.
- The Legacies have their futures already written.
They don't give a shit about what I tell them.
And the Rats-- - The Rats?
- The ones who might actually make a difference,
what chance do any of them stand?
- The great examination cannot be stopped.
- Because you refuse to stop it!
♪
Give me a head start,
for old times' sake?
♪
Potassium chloride.
- That was your head start.
- [grunting]
[tense music]
♪
- [yells]
[groaning, panting]
♪
- [gagging]
♪
[gasping]
♪
[gasping, coughing]
- Mark my words.
They will come for you.
♪
[groans]
♪
- [speaking Japanese]
[solemn music]
♪
[tense music]
♪