Deadly Class (2019–…): Season 1, Episode 9 - Kids of the Black Hole - full transcript

- Previously,
on "Deadly Class"...

- I didn't think it was gonna
feel this way.

- When you were trying
to kiss me?

- Sorry, I didn't mean
to interrupt a quality moment

with you and my boyfriend.

- Kill her!

- You can't hide
from Fiery Jack

and Captain Sensible, Maria!

- Get this crazy bitch off me!

- My son is dead.

You can't understand my pain.



But you will.

- I, too, lost a child.

- If Nahia had lived,
would you have sent her to us?

- I would have been proud

to see her follow
in your footsteps.

- Hello, brother.

You thought you could
hide them?

She'll never be out of danger.

- Marcus, he's the key.

- And why bring this to me
and not Master Lin?

- My pa always told me
to bet on the winning horse.

- Time to suck boot.

I will suck
the most prosperous one.

- Let's put that to the test.



- All right, and one, two,
one, two, three, four.

♪ Oh, kallow, kalay, kalora

♪ A fella he came to me

♪ With legs so orange
and hairy ♪

♪ As big as a tree

♪ A big sweet Sasquatch

♪ With a yam-looking crotch

♪ He's got a stash of weed

♪ And a dream of being free

♪ His name was Shandy

♪ A Shandy, Shandy man

♪ I love him

♪ Oh, Shandy

♪ A Shandy, Shandy man

♪ Oh, kallow, kalay, kalora

all: ♪ That Shandy

♪ Shandy man

- Cousin, that was...

beautiful.

- Yeah.

You have a real gift, sir.

- God smiled on me.

You reek, Mr. Shabnam!

Guess it's time
for some fresh newspaper.

Come on, come on.

There we go.

Thinking about
switching you to diapers

or maybe just...

tie a coffee can
to your hind side.

- It's a jailbreak!

- He's getting away!

- It's over, Johnny.

- Nothing is over.

Nothing!

- This is our First Blood,
Gran Gran!

- My own, special
John Rambo.

Oh, it worked so good!

- You must not love.

You must not marry.

You must discard friends
and ideals.

Violation of these edicts

is the most common downfall
of our kind.

To achieve true commitment
to the life,

we must drown
these frail needs.

- Emotions are
a chemical mirage

that will betray you.

Leave you exposed.

To care for another human

is to create your own
greatest weakness.

If you love someone enough
to die for them...

then you surely will.

- Some speech.

Really got me thinking.

If you're not fighting
for an ideal,

then you're just fighting
for yourself.

If that's what you think,
then that means

everything you said
when I came here

was all garbage, wasn't it?

That pre-rehearsed sermon?

"Give the peasants the power

"to overthrow
their corrupt masters.

"Give my--my rage
a voice loud enough

to be heard around the world."

Jurgen was right.

Carrot on a stick.

You pretend that you empower

the poor outcasts like me,

but you don't care about that.

- The boy who had nothing

is offered the key
to change the world.

Instead of trying, he killed
the man who gave it to him.

- Or another old man exploits
the frustrations

of the next generation
to his own ends.

- The young always
tell themselves

that when they get their chance
they'll do things differently.

Burn it all down.

And yet, all these
millennia later,

the world remains the same.

Humans remain the same.

You either accept it,
navigate it,

or allow yourself
to be suffocated by it.

- From where I'm standing,

you're the one
who's suffocating.

I confessed.

I broke all your rules
and I'm still alive.

You know what I think?

I think once upon a time,

you were on the other side
of this conversation.

I think you let me live

because I'm who you used to be.

I'm who you suffocated.

- Is the boy leaving?

- No.

Everything I'm willing
to die for is right here.

Jesus.

Is that Shabnam's dad?

- His mom could be in there
as well.

- All the more reason
we have to do this now.

- Shabnam's house
is rigged with traps.

Chester has seven to eight
people inside helping him.

- You're sure he has
Chico?

- It's no bluff,
he knows everything.

He has to be
getting information

from someone inside of King's.

- Shabnam's parents.

- There's another problem.

El Diablo.

If this animal
sends him Chico's head,

if he finds out it was me--

- We're gonna need
some serious firepower.

Guns, explosives.

- Y'all must be
out your damn minds.

- Hey!

You know, I didn't mean
to bring this into our lives,

but it's here, and we have--

- We ain't no damn SWAT team!

- No, we're better trained.

It's not just our asses, okay?

Killing Chester?

We'll be saving people, man.

- "There are many causes
I'd die for,

There ain't a single cause
I'd kill for."

- Oh, pacifism.

It's a nice idea,

but if you don't help
once I fight,

then you help
the other side win.

- This hero shit.

It's just a mask you wear
to justify the chaos.

You wanna know what I think?

I think maybe you looking
to get yourself killed.

- Yeah, well,
maybe pretending to be a hero

is better than accepting
that you're not one.

- Gabby's right.

So used to living
in toxic air,

I can't even
see straight anymore.

- What about your friends?

- Shit.

Marcus, if this is what being
your friend gets me...

- Willie's out?

- Okay, the backyard and all
the doors are booby-trapped,

the windows are reinforced,
but if we get some C-4--

- Yeah, yeah, they sell that
at Costco, right?

Next to the big bags
of popcorn.

- There's only one person
I know who can get it.

- Great, let's go.
- No, I said he canget it.

Whether he will
is the real question.

Especially after what
you did to him.

- It's a pass.

- A hard pass.

- If we don't stop Chester

and get Chico's head,
the cartel--

- The cartel will kill her

and the serial killer
will kill you.

Everyone will die.
We get it.

- So why won't you help?

- Help the loony bird
who almost castrated me?

- The hillbillies?
The cartel?

- It's bloody Christmas break.

I've got a plane ticket
and a pint with my name on it.

- We need you.

Please.

- This is the guy
who cut up Marcus?

- No.

Stop letting this madness
into your head, Petra.

Go ruin someone else's holiday.

Shoo.
- All right.

Come on, Saya, let's go.

You were right.
He's all bark.

I thought he wanted to change
the world with a bullet.

- More a figure
of speech, mate.

- Oh.
- Right, so it's all talk.

- You talk a lot about
the good that you want to do

with what you've been
taught here--someday.

- There is no one
who deserves a bullet more

than that monster
we're about to face.

If you are as good
as you say you are,

put your money where
your loud ------- mouth is.

Help us.

- I know a bloke.

- Gao knows.

- How did she find out?

- I don't know.

- What do you think
she will do?

- Father always said
she had shark's teeth.

- Would she--
- Mommy?

What's wrong?

- Everything is fine.

Come here, I need your help
with something.

- And you think she's ready?

- She has been ready
for centuries.

Our bloodline belongs
to the Guild.

You are my firstborn son.

Your destiny is here.

Hers is not.

- I understand, it's just--

- If you understand,
then you understand.

There is nothing more to say.

- I think that China will be
a great adventure for you.

- It is my honor
to have been chosen.

- It belonged
to your grandfather.

- Thank you.

I will take
very good care of it,

and I promise
I will not disappoint you.

- Gao lost her only son

to the temple...

so don't think for a second

she'll allow Nahia
to walk away.

She won't be satisfied
until you've been punished

for not defending her.

Has she reported us
to the Guild?

- No, it would bring shame
to her entire family.

Mostly on her.

- So Gao is the only one

who knows that Nahia
and I are alive?

- Shu.

I'll do what must be done
to protect our family.

- Oh, hey.

- Headed home for Christmas?

Oh, right.

Homeless, no family,
tragic backstory.

We don't really
celebrate Christmas either,

but we're really into
Chinese takeout.

- Hey, Shab, do you...

- Do I what?

- Just, you--you've been
talking to your parents

a lot recently.

- Yeah, yeah.

Normally they're
so preoccupied

with whatever coup
they're funding

that they don't care
that I got an "A" in Forgery--

- It's just, um...

you haven't told them
anything about me, right?

- Pardon?

- Get out.

- Oh, so you're not even trying

to keep this thing
a secret anymore.

- So what did Lex say?

- He'll help.
Petra, too.

- I keep waiting
for you to apologize.

Some sort of acknowledgement

of this huge secret you kept.

- I'm sorry, I just--
I thought...

I--I wasn't sure
you could handle it.

- And Saya could?

- She knew about
the Boys' Home already, so I...

Shit.

- I don't care.

I trust you.

I can't add worrying about this
to the list.

I just...

I don't want
to be alone tonight.

Stay with me?

It could be our last time.

- Of course.

- Alcoholics call it
"doing a geographic."

Doesn't matter how far you go.

Your problems will follow you.

- My moms used to call me
"Peter Pan."

Said I'd never grow up.

She sent me here
to change all that.

But if this
is what growing up means,

you can count me out.

- But leaving now
when we're in so much trouble?

After what Marcus did for you?

- Okay, yeah.

When he first hit that dude...

he saved my ass.

But that second hit...

He didn't kill that dude
for me.

It's this place.

This place is changing him.

It's changing all of y'all.

- We love you, Willie.

This is your home.

But if you leave now,

you will regret it
for the rest of your life.

- Maybe.

But if I know one thing
about Peter Pan...

He can't become a pirate.

- Meeting Lex's contact

at The Adolescents show
tonight.

Bring whatever money
you've got.

- I, uh--look, have Lex
store the explosives

in the back of the comic shop.

I'll open the store tomorrow.

No one else be there.
- You're not coming?

You're just leaving me
to deal with it?

- I--I promised Maria.

She's upset.

- Well, you know what,
do whatever you gotta do

to straighten her out, Romeo.

We need her
in full form tomorrow.

- Hey, listen, I never
thanked you for all the help.

- Don't flatter yourself.

No choice.
You're my pledge.

But if you get everyone
killed tomorrow

and you screw it up,

I'm the one
stuck paying the price.

- Probably not all
mall Santas are pedophiles,

but, I mean, the percentages
have gotta be high, right?

- Well, now I'm thinking on it,
Christmas is that

one night a year where
a strange bearded man

is allowed
to sneak into the house.

- ♪ Dashing through the snow

♪ In a one-horse
open sleigh ♪

♪ Over the fields we go,
Laughing all the way, ha-- ♪

- God, you are kidding me.

His master, the piety king
of lecture town sent you solo?

- He's dealing with
another mess.

Why'd you pick the show?

- I already had tickets

and I was not gonna miss
The Adolescents.

- Let's get this over with.
- Hey, wait up!

Have an extra ticket?

- What made you
change your mind?

- Just didn't feel right

leaving it all
on your shoulders.

- Ugh.

West coast punk.

The yanks stole punk from us
and ruined it.

- You're high.
Punk started here.

The Stooges, the MC5--

- Home-scene pride is some

thinly-laundered
self-congratulation.

- Right, there's plenty
of great shit from both camps.

- Who are we looking for?

- Oh, you'll know him
when you see him.

- All the colors
of the punk costume rainbow.

- Oi, Cactus Jack.

Bit overdressed, aren't we?
- You foreign grommet.

You couldn't meet
in a seedy parking lot

or a crack squat?

Had to be at this freak show?

- You two must know each other
really well.

- Oh, meet Cactus Jack.

Uh, hard to tell
by looking at him,

but Jack runs
an Army Navy surplus store

and really likes
blowing things up.

- But I don't deal
with people I don't know.

Strange people.

- So, Jack's a little uptight.

Hard to believe.

Best give me the cash
and I'll get the stuff.

- Mm-mm.

What am I gonna do?

- Buy a bunch of drugs
and booze.

- Yeah, your suspicion
is rightfully warranted.

Take it or leave it.

- Fine.

After you get everything,
stash it in the comic shop.

Back loading area.

The rest of us,
meet there tomorrow.

8:00 p.m.

- Let's get closer.

- You know my position
on that notion.

- I think I'll head back.

Gonna get some rest before
we go commit suicide tomorrow.

- Are you crazy?

The goddamn Adolescents
are playing.

- I--I'm not interested.

- It might be
your last night on Earth.

Let's have some fun.
- We have to prep, I--

- We've done everything
that we can do.

The rest is out of our hands.

- I mean, I just don't want
to get beat up by strangers.

- Slam dancing,
it's not like that.

It's a pure expression
of their enthusiasm

and joy for music.

It looks violent but it's not.

It's play fighting.

- Mm-hmm.

- Quit being
so goddamn judgmental

and you might actually
enjoy yourself.

Contrary to what
you seem to think.

Life is supposed
to be enjoyed.

- ♪ Go!

♪ Kids in a fast lane
living for today ♪

♪ No rules to abide by
and no one to obey ♪

♪ Sex, drugs, and fun is their
only thought and care ♪

♪ Another swig of brew
another overnight affair ♪

♪ House of the filthy,
house not a home ♪

♪ House of destruction
where the lurkers roamed ♪

♪ House that belonged
to all the homeless kids ♪

♪ House of destruction
where the lurkers roamed ♪

♪ House that belonged
to all the homeless kids ♪

♪ Kids of the black hole

- Hey.
- Hey.

- What's going on?

I'm going.

I've gotta get out of here
before I lose my mind.

I got a sister out in LA.

I figure I can sell my car
when I get down there

and it'd give me
enough money to get started.

- So...

when did you decide
all of this?

- Thought about
what you told me.

I can't keep--I can't keep
running with this crew.

Come with me.

- What?
- Come with me.

- Just like that?
- Just like that.

And, look, I know
it's crazy quick but...

You're month-to-month.

You hate the fog.

- Yeah.
- It's a fresh start in LA.

That's the whole point.

Hey, hey.

We can be
whoever we want down there.

- Holy shit,
that was ------- amazing!

That was nothing like
how I thought it was!

- You had contempt
prior to investigation.

- Oh, man, I got knocked down
and the scariest guy in there,

he picked me up,
patted me on the back,

and he--he wrapped
his arm around me

and we started
dancing around together.

- Like I told you,
camaraderie.

We got lucky there were
no metalheads there.

They misunderstand
the whole situation.

Show up, throw punches,
start fights.

Same as the skinheads.

They start beating
on the mohawks.

I'm glad you went in.

I'm glad you got
to experience it.

I had an amazing time.

Let me have one of those.

- You know, you never tell me
anything about you.

It's a real discrepancy
in our relationship,

considering that you know
everything about me.

Aww, come on,
dark and mysterious.

Give me--

Give me a little something
about yourself.

Anything.

Mm!

- Eyes open
like sandpaper.

Ugh, how much
did we drink last night?

Head feels like
it was ------ by a giant.

Everything hurts.

Her hair smells like snow.

Not Maria's hair.

Not Maria.

No!

What did you do?

Cheated on my girlfriend with
a deadly Japanese assassin.

Something else gnawing.

The comic shop.

We were supposed
to open two hours ago.

If I don't open, Blaine will,

and if Blaine opens
he'll find--

Shit!
- Huh?

Where the hell are you going?

- Uh, late to open comics.

- What?

- The store is full
of explosives!

So drunk.

Still drunk.

What did you do?

Head pounding.

Throw myself under a bus.

Maria weeping in her room.

- You pile of shit.

You're the kind of guy
you hate!

Saya...

I never experience
anything like her.

She--her eyes burned me.

She seemed to really know.

Like she could
fix everything.

Oh shit.

She could take on the chore
of being with me.

She could be good enough.

She could make me whole.

Help me get free.

The feature film
of last night flashes.

Sound catches up,
gut twists.

No.

Jesus Christ, tell me
I didn't say it.

You idiot!

You weak, needy,
worthless piece of shit!

How lame did I sound?

Don't worry about
how you sounded.

Worry if you meant
what you said.

Maria once told me,

"The difference between
old friends and new friends

is that new friends just
haven't let you down yet."

She told me that everyone
has let her down--

except for me.

And all I could think was,

"Give me time."

- What the ----, man?
- We've been here for hours!

- All right, I'm sorry.
- You look like shit!

- I know, I know.
- Let us in!

- Poser dick can't even
open the shop!

- Okay!

Relax!

- ---- you!
- Dude, just let us in already.

- About time, asshole.

- You owe me Spider-Man
fighting Sabretooth!

You promised!

- Lost Innocence Comics,
this is Marcus.

Oh--oh, hey, Blaine.

---- off, Mike.

Oh, yeah, no, everything's law.

I was just in the bathroom.

Cool.

Yeah, I'll grade
that new batch.

- I don't care
if you're hung over.

You promised me
if I brought you a sandwich

you'd draw a Sabretooth
fighting Spider-Man!

- Oh, ---- off, Mike.

- Come on!

Can you just sketch it?

- Oh, God,
please ---- off, Mike.

But he doesn't.

- You violated your curfew.

- Sorry, I--I was just--

- Don't embarrass yourself
further by lying.

When your father died
I made a promise to protect you

as if you were
my own daughter.

During your time here
you've become one

of the most fearsome
warriors alive.

Well on your way
to becoming valedictorian.

- Thank you, Master Lin.

- But my training comes
with a price.

Your sword is in my service

until the day
you return to Tokyo.

Can I trust you to honor
your obligations as I have?

- Yes, of course.

- Tonight you will go
to this address.

Guard it with your life.

- Tonight I have--
- That is not a request.

- Yes, sir.

And where will you be?

- I've been called
to the Guild.

- Next to me all day, griping.

Hours creep.

Each one takes longer
than the last.

Hangover gets worse,
every move hurts.

And they yell,
and they bicker over trivia.

- Uh, this is clearly
Very Fine.

Overstreet says it's worth
no more than six dollars.

- They haggle over
pedantic nonsense.

They try and argue with me
about who the best inker is,

how little I really know
about "Doom Patrol,"

how much better Paul Smith is
than John Byrne.

Oh, that goddamn burrito.

Gas pains like
a ball of spikes.

There's no way
I'm gonna hide this fart.

- You promised me
you'd draw it.

- This is going to bellow
like a dying elephant.

Mike's face.

I can literally fart
right into his mouth.

Hey, Mike.
- What?

- Get a load of this.

There was no fart.

- What the--

- A broken Slurpee machine.

- What the hell's
the matter with you?

- A torrent of hot liquid.

Oh...

- Marcus just shit himself
on purpose!

- Aww, gross!
- Run the store, Mike.

Make sure no one
steals anything!

- Or what, you'll shit
at them too?

This is fate.

This is what you get.

Soaked down to my shoes.

Payback.

Cheated on your girlfriend.

Karma.

Gallons of it.

Oh!
- Marcus?

- We catch you
at a bad time, dude?

- Store's closed.
- No!

- Eat my balls!

- Go suck a dick,
you munchkins!

- All right, Foul Frank,
get dressed.

- Where's Saya?

- Well, we figured you knew.

We lost track of you guys
after the show.

- ♪ One step beyond

- You seem surprised.

Or is that disappointment?

You knew they were coming.

But you expected to find
a very different scene.

Brandy, what is it you told me

when you came to me
this morning?

- That Lin sent us to kill you.

Had us get real close
so when the time was right...

- It's over.

You lost.

To your credit, they at least
know when to change teams.

You're my older brother.

Some part of me has always
had respect for you.

But to send students?

I'm disappointed.

- I'm telling you, Flaky Flix
is the best cookie.

They got fudge,

wafer, corn flakes.

- Damn, you're so ill-informed.

Keebler.
Far superior.

- Keebler?
- Keebler.

- The shit that little
white gnomes be making?

Yeah, when you say
it like that--

- Hey.
Hey, mister.

Mister, I forgot my wallet.

Need to borrow
a couple extra bucks.

- Here you go, man.

- Gas is real expensive.

- Here.

- Report it when we get
to the nearest payphone.

- Okay?

- Okay.

- Just leave my family
out of it!

- All right.
- Okay?

- All right.
- Just...

Hey, hey, hey!

Just--just...

- Every great man has been
hobbled by diarrhea.

Genghis Khan, JFK,

Gary Coleman.

Time and diarrhea, man.

They're undefeated.

- I guess Saya's not coming?

- Do you think we can
do this without her?

- I doubt it.
- Oh, thank God.

I thought you weren't coming.

- So, are we ready
to do this?

Perhaps Gao will succumb
to her injuries.

I'm sorry!

I did as you instructed!

- She--she moved!
Maybe she saw something!

She--she was looking
right at you, sir!

- Come and help me with this!

- Lift!

Son of a bitch.

- You think we bet
on the right horse?

- Nyet.

- Saya?

Hey.

You're late for family dinner.

That's no good.

Sit.

So...

My three boys, growing up...

they were animals
at the table.

My wife couldn't control them.

They would fight,
not eat their vegetables.

They would throw food.

And I remember...

feeling so exhausted
from a long day...

That I lacked the wherewithal
to endure it.

And now...

That one thing that
I once couldn't endure?

I prize its memory
above all else.

- You've been played.

- Madam Gao can't be trusted.

Killing your wife...

And daughter...

will not bring
my Chico back to me.

But that is not why
we seek revenge, is it?

No.

We merely want to ensure...

that those that wronged us...

suffer...

as we do.

- I didn't tell you
about Maria

because I believed it would
only compound your grief.

Planned to deal
with her myself.

Why make you kill a daughter
to avenge a son?

- You didn't do it
to protect me.

You did it to preserve
your position.

- Run!

- Kill the girl!

- ♪ Kallow, kalay, kalora

♪ That Shandy

♪ Shandy man