Deadly Class

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.

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.

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.

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.

- - 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.

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.

That's just water under the proverbial bridge, compadre.

Life's too short for grudges.

Forgiven? Check.

Forgotten? Checka-checka-checka!

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!

- - 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.

- -

Caught one!

A mousetrap?

I get it!

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.

- -

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.

- -

Mm-mm.

There. There.

Yes, I remember your technique.

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.

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!

- We'll get there. -

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. -

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.

Rat trap.

I get it. I get it. I...

Let me grab those jelly beans.

- - Oops.

The fire, it's... it's... It's inside me!

- - Get away! Get away!

Karma, man. Kar-ma.

- -

The rest of you are free.

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.

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.