Anonymous Killers

Beneath the arms of your chairs,

if you haven't already noticed, are two buttons.

Your left, to vote for freedom,

under your right arm

is a vote for death.

The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want.

He makes me to lie down...

He restores my soul:

He leads me in the paths of righteousness for His name's sake.

Even though I walk

- through the valley of the shadow of death... -

I will fear no evil, for You are with me;

Your rod and Your staff they comfort me.

You prepared a table before me...

...and I will dwell in the house of the Lord forever.

Daddy?

Come here. Don't stand up, okay?

I'm here, mother.

- -

Sniper! Get 'em out of here!

- Get 'em out of here! - Move! Move! Move!

Get back in the car!

Take the south side of the street.

What happened?

You don't want to know. Just get us out of here.

Anybody got eye?

Over here!

I'm here to seek forgiveness for my sins, Father.

But your sins are far too harsh for forgiveness.

What?

- -

- This is top of the line, premium stuff. - Okay. Okay.

- - Ah!

Double dealing.

You can have it.

All of it.

I called him that evening, and we made plans to meet.

Had you seen or met him somewhere before?

I never know them, Doctor.

Well, it's our time for today. Same time next week?

Come on.

Lucy, tell me something.

Why is it that every time I set you up with a client,

I never hear back from them?

Look, if you don't want to work with me...

No, darling, please, stay.

Do business as usual.

- Who the fuck are... -

I think I'm gonna take off.

Alright. Well, catch you tomorrow.

Yeah.

What's going on? I can't see a thing.

Oh, fuck.

Moving only makes it worse.

Who said that?

- Doesn't matter. -

Oh.

God.

Oh.

- Fuck. -

I guess this is the part we get to meet our host.

Ladies, gentlemen,

killers alike.

Killers?

What are you talking about?

That puta Madam Nadia sent you, didn't she?

I know it was fucking her.

If it is the smugglers you work for,

I and my associates can pay you more.

Oh.

Such energy and bravado

from those who deal in death.

Hmm.

Allow me to apologize for the lack of lavatories.

Your actions will not be frowned upon.

I have also provided water, as you see,

if I find you deserving.

Who the fuck are you kidding?

I'm lying here, in my own piss and shit.

You're roasting us with these electric heaters every hour on the hour

and now what, you're gonna offer us water?

Where the fuck did you learn your manners, you fucking cocksucker, you?

I'll... I'll have some water, if you don't mind.

Seriously?

You've been here what, all of fucking five minutes?

Who are you? What do you want?

I'm Emaramus.

Emaramus Kloath.

Hi.

But I think it's the latter,

far more pertinent to you, Mr. Fofana.

Your killing spanned three continents.

Very impressive.

And Mistress Lucy.

Black widow of rich sadists.

And Romero, Mr. Scaranelli,

hit man extraordinaire, real tough guy.

And of course, let's not forget

the sweet but not so innocent Mrs. Gunthery.

Not so talented as you're brushing death, dear.

It's a shame the world doesn't recognize it.

- Leave her the fuck alone, you piece of shit! -

And last,

we have Professor Curtis Tiddleman.

You know, it's only by chance you came to join us.

I was merely enjoying my evening's drink

when I saw you stalking that pretty blonde girl.

No.

I've never seen such subtle malevolence in someone's eyes.

And I have been around some very nasty characters in my day.

Only the devil knows what you would've done to that poor woman.

So, all these people are killers?

Yes, killers, just like you, Mr. Tiddleman.

Killers who will not only decide your fate,

but the fate of one another as well.

I'm not a killer.

It's like going to a nightclub, and you can't get in,

and you don't know the bouncer, and you're not dressed right,

and you don't have enough money to grease the bouncer.

And this is why privilege

is a primary barrier

to social mobility.

Yes?

What about the American Dream?

I mean, if you're smart

and you work hard, you can have it all?

All right, let's talk about that, because I've heard that, too.

What are you shooting from behind the arc, mid to high 30s?

What? Come on, Mr. T.

Try 41.8.

Ooh!

Okay, all right. So you're a natural athlete,

and on top of that, you work really hard.

Definitely.

Since I was like six or seven.

All right, there you have it.

Okay.

So this is gonna be like another day at the gym for you.

I would like everyone here to take out a piece of paper

and write your name on it and crumble it up into a little ball,

and I am going to take this awesome hat here.

I'm gonna hold it out.

And if you can throw the piece of paper into the hat,

sitting where you are,

I will give you an A on tomorrow's quiz.

Let's play ball.

We're waiting for you, Mr. 41.8.

Yeah, I know, I know.

I just don't want nobody interfering with perfection.

Damn it.

Close, but no cigar.

So that was a lesson in social mobility and privilege, right?

Because the front row,

they're the privileged,

but also the minority.

And the socioeconomic construct of society means the farther away you are,

the less likely it is that you are going to achieve the American Dream.

Even Mr. 41.8,

with all of his natural talents

and all of his years of hard work,

he came up short.

He represents the majority.

So what I... I'd like the front row to do,

the privileged,

is to turn around and look at the people behind you.

And my message to those of you today

who are fortunate enough to be positioned in life to obtain privilege,

be it by fortune or by birth,

is to never forget the people positioned behind you

because then your fortune

becomes our misfortune.

See you tomorrow.

Valid point, Mr. T.

Thanks, Jamal.

Wow.

You really know how to capture the hearts and minds of your students.

Thank you.

I'm Christine Jennings, English Department.

Uh, nice to meet you.