Excuse me.
I'm the new
substitute.
Where can
I find Mr. Price,
the principal?
Thank you.
Ohh. Ohh. Help! Help me!
Help me! Ohh!
Ohh!
Help!
[Scuffling]
♪ It's not enough anymore
♪ time won't make any sense
♪ it's not enough anymore
♪ it's not enough anymore
♪ it's not enough anymore
♪ seeing a means
to an end ♪
♪ it's not enough anymore
♪ it's not enough anymore
wait up!
Move your butt, man.
Move your butt.
♪ I can't, I can't
♪ I can't, I can't
♪ I can't take this
wait, dude.
♪ I can't take this
♪ lookin' into
your hostile face ♪
♪ try to save
the human race ♪
♪ in this world
we have to face ♪
Get up!
Hey, get up!
Hoo!
♪ To cap the ravages
on my soul ♪
♪ you left me to die
in the cold ♪
♪ I can't, I can't
♪ I can't take this
♪ I can't, I can't
♪ I can't take this
♪ I can't, I can't
♪ I can't take this
♪ I won't take this
hoo hoo!
Come on!
Hoo!
Yeah!
Ow!
Ooh!
♪ It's not enough anymore
♪ with rules
that make no sense ♪
♪ it's not enough anymore
♪ it's not enough anymore
♪ it's not enough anymore
♪ it leads to anger
♪ it's not enough anymore
♪ it's not enough anymore
♪ I can't, I can't
♪ I can't take this
♪ I can't, I can't
♪ I can't take this
what are
you gentlemen
doing here?
Why aren't you
in class?
[Laughter]
Oh...
See...
You don't know this
because...
You're a substitute,
but we don't
have class today.
It's been dismissed.
[Laughter]
Who's your teacher?
Why aren't
you gentlemen
in class today?
Who is
this bum?
Our class
has been dismissed.
Do you need me to
spell it out for you?
D-e-s...
Something.
Here, read this instead.
Now you're dismissed.
f*ck you very much.
The enemy
is before me,
around me,
and yet no fear
will I have.
My mission is met.
Death is my mission.
My mission is met.
Hee hee hee hee!
Come on, get him.Take him.
Play?
Let's do it.
That...
Looks good now.
Yeah.
Make him feel welcome.
This is
your last warning.
Now, will you please
get to class?
They were just on
their way to class.
Isn't that right,
gentlemen?
Yeah, right.
[Beep]
[Ash]
D.e.d. Lock phrase.
Forrest-slash-
megatex-slash-ash.
This is Gordon d. Ash,
special investigator
for the department
of educational defense.
After two years
of intense searching,
I'm certain
I've finally located him.
As is known,
this situation began
with professor Bob forrest
and his plan to turn
military battle androids
into special teachers
that would go into
the worst schools to teach
and enforce discipline
when necessary.
Unknown at the time
was that forrest
programmed these droids
with his own twisted
sense of discipline,
turning them into
cold--or whatever--
blooded K*llers.
The droids focused
on the schoolchildren
as the enemy,
not as students.
[Sawing]
It was assumed that
all droids were destroyed,
along with their brilliant
but demented creator.
[Radio playing]
Hey, what are we
waiting for, man?
For that substitute
f*ck!
So we can
give him something
to remember US by.
Now, school board policy
is that you back away
from confrontation, Bolen.
Damn it!
You don't beat the hell
out of the students.
First, there was
that incident with
ray Buchanan, then this.
Discipline is necessary
to maintain order.
Order is necessary
to prevent anarchy.
O.k., find some reality
to hold onto here, Bolen.
Look, if President Clinton
hadn't been indicted
and his education programs
had gone through, well...
I'm going to have to
suspend you.
Now, for some reason,
your file is incomplete,
so I'm going to need
more information on you.
[Choking]
[Crack]
[Radio playing]
[Clanking]
Shh.
Hear that?
You're being
unfair to him.
[Grunting]
Fake it.
What's up,
skeeto, man?
Hee hee.
I wonder if Mr. Terminator
is bulletproof.
Ha ha.Ha ha.
Do it.
Aah!aah!
Now class is dismissed,
gentlemen.
[Beep]
[Beep beep]
[Beep]
Evidence indicates a unit
may have been left behind
in an underground bunker...
And roaming free,
it continues to k*ll.
There are no
photos of this unit,
therefore the situation
has been slow to resolve.
But these latest leads
are very promising indeed.
[Beep]
[Buzzer]
Attention. Last school
lock-down is in five minutes.
Any student found
wandering in the hallways
will be detained
for arrest.
Repeat--last school lock-down
in five minutes.
Thank you.
Have a nice day.
[Thump]
Ohh!
That cat...
Scratched me once.
How you doing,
miss mckensie?
What are you
doing here, Sanders?
You're suspended.
You're not allowed
on school grounds.
Got to keep up
with my homework.
Speaking of which,
how about coming over
and...Tutoring me sometime?
You look awful good
in those gray, tight
little jogging pants
you had on this morning.
Mmm.
I'm not afraid
of you, Sanders.
No?
No.
I'll put your foot
up your a*s
to go with him, homes.
Banging in parking lots
ain't my style, grazer.
Style? You?
I don't think so.
What biting, satiric wit.
Yeah, that's
what I thought.
f*ck you.
[Buzzer]
What a biting,
satiric comeback.
Mmm.
What the hell's
the matter with you?
The smell
of testosterone
in the morning.
Yum.
What was
I supposed to do,
stand there and
let him molest you?
Sanders isn't going to
hurt me, Emmett.
He isn't that stupid.
I don't know.
That's a strange dude.
Well, come on.
[Students chattering]
Where is Mr. Reese?
Sit down, please.
I said take your seats
and quiet down
until your teacher arrives.
Get in your seats. Now.
My name is John Bolen.
I'm a substitute teacher
for Mr. Reese.
We're all
f*ck' thrilled.
I didn't say anything.
Who are you?
Last name first.
Uh...uh...
Dennis tiller--no...
Tiller, Dennis...
I think.
Now, I don't know what
you may have done
previous to this.
But while you're
in my class,
the young men will
act like gentlemen,
and the young ladies--
will blow US later.
I also expect homework
to be done neatly,
properly,
and turned in on time.
[Missiles]
[expl*si*n]
Who did that?
[Beeping]
All right, it's my book,
but I didn't do it.
Mr. Tiller,
please report yourself
to the principal's
office now.
Open your accounting books
and read the chapter
on the collapse
of Japanese control
over the computer...
[Telephone rings]
All the details
for this weekend
taken care of?
Yes.
Didn't Emmett tell you?
I just wanted
to check on
your end of it,
Jenna.
It's just--well...
Honey...
Mr. Baldwin
felt that maybe...
Come on, boys.
Spit it out.
I have a class
to teach.
Did you see
what happened to
the gym last night?
Broken windows,
spray painting.
And your name was
on everything--
and not in
a complimentary way.
Oh. So,
uh...I'm to blame
for vandalism now.
I want you
to seriously reconsider
testifying Monday
against Sanders.
It's hurting
your effectiveness
as a teacher.
The students feel that
you're persecuting Sanders
for what everyone but you
says is an accident.
Sanders reaches
into his backpack,
pretends to accidentally
discharge a g*n
into another
student's stomach,
and you want me to
just forget about it?
You're the only one
who's saying
that it wasn't
an accident.
I am the only one
who saw him
aiming that g*n
inside the backpack.
I...
I can't believe
you can't see
how manipulative
Sanders is.
This thing could blow up
right in our faces
because of you.
The police aren't even
holding on to the boy
for his arraignment.
They're convinced
that this whole thing
was a tragic accident.
This is crazy. I don't
have to justify myself
to you or anybody else.
I saw what I saw.
A little common sense
and cooperation
can go a long way,
especially when you
come up for review soon.
Gee...
Thanks for your support.
I'll see you later...
Honey.
[Siren]
[Sniff sniff]
Ohh.
[Playing air guitar]
Aah!
You like tormenting people?
Uhh!
You hit me in the face,
you son of a b*tch!
Oh, I'm sorry.
I meant to do this.
Sadistic behavior
should not be condoned,
especially when
you're not trained
to do it properly.
O.k., I'm sorry!
I'm sorry! Please!
I didn't mean to do it!
[Groaning]
Help me!
Aah!
Aah!
Aah!
I sent the student to
the principal's office.
I have no idea why
he went to the roof
or what he was
doing up there.
O.k. Thanks.
I'll get back
to you if I have
any questions,
but it seems like
some sort
of weird accident.
I found what I thought
was ethyl digimesitol.
Edge.
Had some
in his pocket.
Probably
high as a kite.
Dumb way to die.
[Students laughing]
But, of course,
I guess there's
no smart way,
is there?
Nice to meet you.
Were you special forces?
No.
There's a junior
RotC group here
in case you're...
Interested...
Or not,
if that's the case.
O.k. If I join you?
If I ate like that,
I'd be...
I convert
food to fuel
very rapidly.
It's almost
nuclear.
I, um...
I wanted to explain
about this morning
in the classroom.
You've probably heard
about this trial by now.
Maybe everybody's right
about me not testifying.
No, they're not.
If you
allow a student
to gain control
of a situation,
the result
is anarchy.
Anyone who's
telling you not to
testify is wrong.
Just like that?
Just like that.
You're in charge
of chaperons
at the RotC
paintball skirmish
this weekend?
Yeah.
My friend Emmett grazer
owns the grounds.
It was his idea.
Well, I'd like
to offer my help
if I can,
as long as I'm here.
Great!
Sure. You'd be
more than welcome.
Do you have some sort
of military experience?
Some.
So, um...
Are you from around here?
No.
Teach in the area before?
No.
Well...
O.k.
Um, come see me later
for a chaperon info sheet.
If I'm correct
in my assumptions,
the normal mode
of operation
for this particular
battle droid
will be to cap off
a series
of onesy-twosy murders
with a mass k*ll,
then move on to his next
teaching assignment.
Come on, Jenna,
don't be mad.
Baldwin ambushed me
when I went in there
to talk about
this weekend.
Did he threaten you
with detention
if you didn't
side up with him
and g*ng up on me?
You'll either support
my decision or not.
What's it going to be?
I said I would.
You said...
But you're not
acting like it.
It's hard enough
without having to
fight you, too.
I know that!
Someone just
reminded me that this
is the right thing to do,
so I want to know,
one way or another,
where you stand.
You're right.
I should've told him
to go shove it.
Wouldn't have been
the first time.
He probably
would have tried
to give you
permanent detention,
like when
we were in school.
I don't know why
you like me, Jenna.
You're a teacher.
I barely graduated.
You read
the classics.
I'm strictly
simpsonsreruns.
But I couldn't care
about anybody more.
You know that,
don't you?
I like you because
you have a good heart...
And because you're
not afraid to admit
when you're wrong.
That's a very sexy quality.
Plus you got
the nicest buns
this side of Sacramento,
cowboy.
[Beep]
This is consistent
with its original
battle programming,
which was to infiltrate
the enemy camp,
test the security response,
and then eliminate
as many of the enemy
as possible.
This is a very
unstable unit.
Stopping it might be
extremely dangerous,
especially if
it's locked into
some endless loop
k*ll-command sequence,
which I believe
is the case.
G.d. Ash out.
Yo!
Ooh, foxy mama!
Hoo-hoo!
Sanders and I
thought you and I
should get to know
each other better.
Oh!
Aah!
Aah!
Aah!
Oh!
I'd like to help--
ha ha!
But these gangster boys
won't let me.
Help!
Help!
Miss Jenna's in danger
from a maniac!
Help!
Let me go, you bad,
bad gangbanger boys!
Oh, no.
He's gonna hurt her.
Uh!
Help!
Help.
You haven't seen nothin'
last week, miss mckensie.
That was a mistake.
It was an accident,
right?
Right?
You haven't seen nothin'
last week, mckensie.
You need to take me
a little more serious
when I tell you something,
miss mckensie.
Aah!
See, I won't let you
put me into jail.
Remember that.
[Jenna screams]
No!
Aah!
No!
No! Aah!
Aah!
I just don't
have the manpower
to assign someone
to you permanently.
I know. I'll...
I'll be fine.
Just don't get
yourself hurt.
These boys
are mean.
Instead of excuses,
why aren't you doing
something to help her?
You don't
know anything
about this.
There are
extenuating
circumstances.
The only circumstance
you should be concerned with
is the fact that she's
doing her civic duty
and you're doing nothing
to support or help her.
Now you wait
just one minute!
Could you, um,
take me home, please?
You will be
going to school
this morning?
I--i don't think so.
You have to go.
Otherwise,
the others will know
that Sanders has won.
You'll never get respect
from any of them again.
Look, don't...
Don't patronize me.
I'm not one
of your students.
Aren't you a little young
to be a teacher anyway?
Aren't you?
That's an
interesting-looking book.
Do you mind?
Poems of w*r.
A--a little light reading?
It's a good book.
I didn't mean
to make light of it.
Can I borrow it?
I promise
I'll give it back.
Yeah.
The poems
help center me.
My favorite is
the mission.
[Emmett humming]
How's it going,
Emmett?
Hey-o, Tom.
Be right with you.
[Beep-beep
beep-beep]
Ha!
[Beep-beep
beep-beep]
[Beep-beep
beep-beep]
Paintball
encounters.
Uh, no.
We're closed this weekend
for a private party.
Yeah.
Try again next week.
O.k., thanks.
What the heck
is this stuff
anyway?
Kelvan k-33 body armor...
Used by army special forces.
Breathable kelvan.
Less than 10 pounds,
waterproof,
flame-retardant,
turn back anything less
than a .45-caliber round.
Also knifeproof
unless the knife
has an ice pick tip
and is inserted
between the superdense
composite fibers.
It's traäs
fashionable, no?
I'm here to see
the museum.
Not open. Sorry.
This is the
special forces guy
I told you about.
You owe him.
He helped Jenna
out of a tight spot.
Jenna? What are
you talking about?
When she
got attacked
this morning.
She didn't call
you about it?
She's fine,
Emmett.
Look, Emmett...
Why the hell didn't
someone call me?
Why didn't you call me?
[Arguing]
I've got to
inspect that bunker
before this weekend,
or I can't allow
those kids to come.
Tomorrow, Tom.
I promise.
[Crash]
It was an accident.
Oh, whatever.
Look, man, we got to clear
out of here, so, uh...
I'm so sorry
to hear about
what happened
to you.
Yeah.
I don't know.
It's getting kind of
crazy around here.
Well, take care
of yourself.
All right. Bye.
[Car engine starts]
Damn.
Jenna.
Jenna.
Jenna.
I'll k*ll you,
you son of a b*tch!
Honey,
you all right?
Who did this?
I don't know.
Oh, god damn it,
Jenna!
What? What?
What are you
so mad about?
Why didn't you
tell me about this?
What would you
have done?
I feel like
this complete idiot.
Everybody knows
except me.
What bothers you more,
Emmett,
that I was attacked
or that you weren't told?
I swear to god,
I don't know
anything anymore.
What were you
doing out here
by yourself?
Gee, that's a tough one.
I guess it's that
I don't get nearly enough
excitement in my life.
Oh, I get it.
We're doing
the sarcastic
thing, huh?
Yeah. Yeah.
It's all my fault.
I should have
told Sanders
not to k*ll that student
in cold blood
so you wouldn't have
to be so put out!
Maybe you should
reconsider testifying.
I mean, no one
but you is saying...
Go ahead, say it.
Go ahead, Emmett.
Say it!
Just take me home.
I got to stop
at the trailer
and pick up
my overnight stuff.
I, um...
I don't think
I want you to stay
tonight, o.K.?
Why don't you
just drop me off at
the sheriff's office
so I can file a report?
Hey, fine.
Whatever you want.
Let's do this
your way, Jenna.
Ha ha!
Oh, Jenna!
Ice...
Hello.
Heh heh heh
heh heh heh!
Do you like
tormenting people?
Suck it.
Suck it in,
you punk.
Yeah...
Heh heh heh!
It's no fun
to be afraid,
to be tormented,
is it?
Oh...no.
Go ahead.
Now's your chance,
ice.
Run.
Ice...
Ice...
Run.
Run.
Uhh! Uhh! Uhh!
Ice.
Come on!
[Gas hisses]
You've been more than a bit
of a discipline problem.
Now we're going to
have to do something
about your attitude.
Aah! Uhh!
Come on, man!
Uhh! Aah!
Aah! Let me go!
In fact, you're on
permanent detention.
[Hiss]
No...no...aah...
No! No!
Aah!
Aah! Aah!
School's out.
Please?
I really need some time
by myself right now.
Damn it, Emmett,
just leave it alone.
I can't be with you
right now.
I'll be right back.
What is this about?
Shouldn't you have told
Baldwin about this?
Nah. We get those
all the time through
the state net.
I usually trash 'em.
As if anything
as interesting as
a serial k*ller
would ever happen
in this town.
Well, you know
what I mean.
No, uh,
I'm afraid I don't.
I don't think "interesting"
is the word I'd use
to describe
a serial m*rder*r.
Who asked you?
Don't touch
my garbage.
This is
official trash.
Not for
civilian eyes.
"I will strike a path
in death's shoes
"until the mission
I conclude.
"Until the mission
I conclude.
"No sorrows or regret.
"Death is my mission.
"My mission...
Is met."
"The enemy is before me,
"around me and yet...
No fear will I have."
Pass it up, man.
Whoo! Hey!
What's up, man?
Hey, what's happening?
All right,
you little sh*t,
no more f*cking around.
You listen to me.
You come near Jenna,
you're going to wind up dead.
Got it?
Good.
Hey, Emmett,
you ready to go?
Hey-o, Tom,
I'll be right with you.
[Bang]
Tom, Tom,
don't use the g*n.
It's got
the gasoline ba*ls
I made up
as an experiment.
I just wanted
to clear them out
before the kids
got here.
Let's go to the bunker.
Emmett,
will you slow down?
You're k*lling me.
This stuff's heavy.
Thank you.
How far are we
from the trailers,
about half a mile?
Yeah.
I don't know.
It seems close.
The kids might
find it.
No, they won't.
[Tapping]
A concrete bunker
and a wooden door?
I got a metal one
coming from Sacramento.
So, Emmett,
what'd you do last night?
Watch TV, huh?
All right,
I gave Sanders
a little hell.
Do your g*dd*mn
job right...
What do you want me
to do?
Can't arrest Sanders
for anything.
He hasn't done anything,
really.
A lot of stuff.
Yeah. Buying military stuff
for the museum sure does
accumulate.
How many of these
armor suits you got?
I could use one.
I wouldn't mind
being bulletproof.
Extra small. Surplus.
Barely fit the mannequin
at the museum.
Wouldn't even fit you close.
Hey, what's this?
Tom, don't touch that.
This is
a suicide detonator.
Once it's armed,
it's armed.
You mean you can't
turn it off?
That's right.
Oops.
Right, oops.
All right,
how's it look?
Everything look secure?
Yeah.
O.k., let's go.
Come on, let's go!
Hi. How are you today?
I wanted to tell you
I'm really enjoying
that book you gave me.
You seem surprised.
To tell you
the truth, I am.
I wanted to ask you
about something.
It's about
the dedication.
I bought it
at a used book store.
Hey, wait up!
Do you know
ray Buchanan
from another school?
No.
Let's go get Emmett.
Mike, get on the horn.
Get forensics down here
right away.
Let me have
that license plate scanner.
Damn, Emmett,
you should have stuck
to sh**ting at fires.
I didn't hear you come in.
I was really...
Lost in space.
I just heard
they arrested Emmett
for the m*rder of the boy
who attacked me last night.
To tell the truth,
the thing that has me
most worried is...
That I think Emmett
is totally capable
of k*lling that boy.
It's a pretty scary thought.
I don't know what to do.
I'm not sure
I understand you.
Never mind.
I have to go to the jail.
Will you come with me?
He didn't suffer any.
Doc said his neck broke,
didn't feel a thing.
I want to see Emmett.
No chance.
Why not?
What do you suppose
he's in here for?
Because of me?
It's my fault?
If he k*lled that boy,
he didn't k*ll him
for anybody else.
You said
it was an accident.
We're not talking
about him.
Ray just fell
off his bike,
Mrs. Buchanan.
Ray Buchanan is dead?
[Knock knock]
The man you arrested
for the m*rder of the kid...
What about him?
How long
have you known him?
Who are you?
You should've got
a bulletin yesterday.
Suddenly you got
a lot of dead kids.
Only one of them's
a homicide.
Is the man you arrested
a teacher?
No.
What are you so
interest--
hey, wait
just one minute.
Hey, pal!
Ash!
G.d. Ash.
Hey!
What's going on?
Had to be sure.
What are you
talking about?
That's classified,
sheriff, but, uh,
thank you for
your cooperation.
I'm not going to forget
about this, Tom.
I know you're pissed,
Emmett,
but I just couldn't
take a chance on this.
I'm really sorry.
By the way,
Jenna's here.
I'll send her back
if you can keep civil
for five minutes.
Ahem. Emmett.
I'm letting you out.
Jeff Patterson
down at the Daisy Mae
verified you were there
all night.
I said he would.
Oh, it's getting late.
Hold up.
I'll give you a ride.
Come on, Emmett.
Emmett! Wait!
[Telephone rings]
[Ring]
Sheriff's office.
Yost speaking.
Yeah. Hi, honey.
They're doing what?
Well, stop peeping
out the window at them.
I got to go.
I got to catch up
with Emmett.
I didn't say that.
I didn't say that Emmett's
more important than you.
Whoo whoo whoo whoo!
Yeah!
Hey, pretty boy!
What's up, punk?
Party at miss mckensie's!
Jenna!
Jenna!
Where'd you
disappear to?
Never mind.
I'm glad you're here.
I came to get my book.
I almost hate
to give it up.
Things have been
so...Strange
and confused lately--
Emmett being
accused of being
a serial k*ller.
I mean,
they might as well
have accused you or me.
After all,
we're both teachers.
We both knew
the students who died.
You even knew ray from
another school, right?
I told you before
I didn't know him.
May I please
have my book?
These poems
are inspirational.
Thank you
for letting me read it.
I feel better
about what i'm
going to do now.
Maybe you understand
the book
because you're committed
to doing the right thing--
to duty.
I don't know.
I'm not even sure
that I want to be
a teacher anymore,
but, uh...
I don't know.
Let's not talk
about it, o.K.?
Doing your duty
is never easy.
Nobody understands that
more than I do.
Last and final warning--
don't testify, b*tch.
f*ck me.
Jenna!
Sheriff, this is Hazel.
There's been a report
of shots fired
at Jenna's house.
You better get over there
right away.
Jenna!
John!
[Siren]
Jenna?
Emmett. Jenna.
You all right?
Was it Sanders?
Was it Sanders?
Leave her alone
for a g*dd*mn minute.
I don't know
who it was.
I never
saw him before.
This mean
you're not going
to press charges?
I don't want
to press charges.
I don't want
to testify
about anything,
and I don't
want to answer
anybody's questions
about anything.
I am out
of the civic duty
business for good.
f*ck it!
We hit her tomorrow
at this RotC thing.
I want everybody
here tonight.
I know exactly
what we got to do...
And how we got to do it.
Ow.
You o.K.?
Yeah.
Sorry.
It's o.K.
[Moaning]
[Moaning echoes]
[Heavy breathing echoing]
Damn it, Sanders!
I'm sorry.
This is
all my fault.
This is no one's fault
except Sanders'.
The kids are
starting to arrive.
Where are the cops?
Do they get
special training
to never be
where you need them?
[Jenna]
Relax. They'll get here.
This guy Bolen shows up,
kids start dying,
and after
a drive-by sh**ting,
he just disappears.
Maybe he was even
in on it with Sanders.
Ever think of that?
Why would he push me
inside the house
if he wanted me dead?
I don't know.
He just disappeared.
Looks kind of funny,
that's all.
All right.
It's all over.
Let's take them.
We got to go over
the plan of attack.
All right! Enough!
That's it!
We've shot at all the tin pans
we're going to today.
Who's in the mood
for some good, clean fun?
Aw, forget you.
No way.
How about we get
down and dirty instead?
Your a*s is mine!
This is w*r!
O.k. O.K.
This has to look
like an accident,
or I'm the first one
they'll look for.
She's pink,
so you green guys
attack her group
with the paint g*ns.
You pink guys hang back
and don't get involved
until Juan comes in
and tells her that one
of the players is injured.
Then you pink guys
make sure she ends up
back here,
where we can do her
quietly.
All right!
All right!
This is a referee.
Anyone wearing orange
is a referee.
You sh**t him,
you're automatically
disqualified.
Understand?
Yes, sir!
When the siren sounds,
the game is over.
Don't make US
come looking for you.
All right?
All right!
Use your brains.
If someone tumbles
to what's going on...
Cut their throat.
No g*ns.
We're the ones with armbands
below the elbow.
Once we have these masks on,
you won't be able
to tell who's who.
Green team,
form at the hell fort.
Go! Go!
And the pink team...
Watch your asses.
Let's do this.
Pretty good, coach.
Maybe you ought to
teach the cheerleaders
instead of me.
I don't think so.
My pompons would freeze
in those short dresses.
Sheriff, come in.
Where the heck are you?
This is the sheriff.
Back.
Emmett called again.
That plate
you had me run--
the fed?
Forget about it.
He's history.
Car comes back
as stolen.
That federal man
was thrown out on his butt
for a violent
insubordination
and mental instability
two months ago.
[Beep]
I lost track
of the battle droid
last night,
and it never came back
to the boardinghouse,
but the principal
of the school says
it's supposed
to chaperon a group
of kids this morning.
Based on its behavior
and previous m.O.,
this is
a perfect opportunity
for a mass k*ll.
I'm at the location now.
God help me.
[Shouting]
[Paint g*n shots]
[Buzz buzz]
[Buzzing every second]
I hope you recognize
the make of this g*n...
'Cause it's loaded
with armor-piercing
smart rounds,
and not even you
can survive
a point-blank hit.
Put your weapon down.
I'm not your enemy.
I just don't want you
to k*ll me
before I have a chance
to talk to you.
The next time I ask,
it'll be with this g*n.
Now put
the g*dd*mn weapon down.
What have you got going
down there?
Classic.
High-ground
fortification,
limited access,
maximum visibility.
I bet you got
this whole area
booby-trapped.
What?
Oh.
Uh! Oh.
Uh!
You see,
when I found out
that you existed,
I would have done anything
to find you.
Together
we are going to create
an army of battle droids
that I'm going to lead
into mercenary history.
You don't want
to decommission me?
The only
remaining battle droid
of the a-77 series?
Absolutely not.
I'm going to copy you.
I have a mission
to complete first.
Yeah.
Whatever.
[Chuckles]
Forrest was a genius.
He even gave you
a tattoo.
Ha ha ha.
Uhh!
[Gasping]
Whoa!
Ohh!
[Paint g*n shot]
[Shouting]
Uh.
Mmm.
You jerk.
Oldest trick
in the book.
I outflanked you,
Jenna.
Yeah?
Yeah.
I'm going to
outflank you, buddy.
Whoa. h*, h*.
Just wait a minute.
Official business,
really.
How long before
I blow the whistle
on this thing?
I don't know.
Maybe an hour or two.
How'd you know
it was me?
Check your butt.
I always Mark
my territory.
[Fires paint g*n]
I always Mark
my territory, too.
Stand guard
till we get back.
[Shouting]
Aah!
Aah--
[paint g*n shots]
Miss mckensie.
Miss mckensie, quick.
Over here.
What?
Andy's been hurt.
Come on.
Where?
Yes! Yes!
Thank you, thank you!
We win.
[Paint g*n shot]
Oh!
[Whistle blows]
Sorry about that.
We didn't know
you were the ref.
You're supposed
to stop firing when
you score a hit.
You never fire
at a referee.
Bring your weapons
over here.
You're all
disqualified.
Your teams
will be penalized.
Who does--
aah!
What's going on,
man?
Come on, bud.
Help US out, man.
After all,
rules are rules.
He's messed up,
man.
Hey, hey, hey!
You can't do this.
No! No! No!
No!
Emmett!
Jenna!
What the hell--
Where is he?
Right up here.
Come on.
This way. Up there.
Where?
Right up here.
Emmett.
Stay there.
What is it?
Old Navy s.E.A.L.S
trick.
Double-blind tripwires
and traps.
If the first one
doesn't get you,
the second one will.
What the hell
is going on out here?
Right up here.
Come on.
This way.
Right there.
Go on.
Oh! Oh!
Oh!
k*ll the b*tch.
Aah!
Let's just do this.
Put your hands
in the air!
Drop your g*dd*mn g*ns!
1, 2, die, scumbag.
[Paint g*n shots]
I got them all,
miss mckensie.
Run! Get out of here!
Run!
Shut up.
Come on.
Do it, man.
[g*nshots]
What's happening
out here?
Sounds like a w*r.
Who was that?
Who's there?
Who is it?
Jenna?
[Echoes]
Give me
your g*n.
All right, man.
Go round up
the other kids,
o.K.?
So much for making it
look like an accident.
Now we k*ll her
and Bury them both.
[g*nshots]
Aah!
Oh!
Uhh!
[g*nshots]
Emmett!
Jenna!
Emmett!
Aah!
Aah! Aah!
Aah!
Aah!
Aah!
Aah!
Stay here.
All right, you--
or what's left of you--
you're under arrest.
Aah!
Aah! Aah!
[Bones breaking]
Aah!
Jenna?
Miss mckensie.
How you doing?
Well, go ahead.
Pull the trigger.
That'll solve
your problem.
Ha ha ha.
Ha ha ha ha!
You go to hell,
Sanders.
You first.
[g*nsh*t]
You first.
Oh.
Come on.
Let's get out of here.
No!
Aah!
Aah!
Aah!
I am an a-77 battle droid.
My primary objective
is to infiltrate
and k*ll the enemy.
Why can't
I eliminate you, huh?
'Cause you're not
a battle droid,
you sick sh*t.
Ha ha ha ha.
Ha ha ha.
"To my son John,
"on the Eve
of his enlistment
into the service.
Duty and discipline."
No prisoners.
It's from your father,
professor...
Professor forrest!
You're his kid
that went mental.
I am a battle droid.
Get a f*cking clue.
Battle droids are kind
of scratchproof, Johnny.
Human beings are soft.
They can't take
their punishment.
They don't make
good soldiers.
You're right.
They bleed too much.
Ha ha ha ha.
You're not a droid, John.
You're just a kid
wearing k-33 body armor.
Well...
End of mission, Johnny.
So you're wearing
kelvans too, huh?
Damn.
Uhh!
G.d. Ash...
Out.
Aah!
Aah!
I have failed
my mission.
I must die.
Would your father be proud
of that attitude, John?
We've both failed.
We'll die together.
No.
You're right.
You're right.
You're right.
I have failed.
I failed.
But i--i can do better.
I know I can.
I can't give up.
I won't give up.
We can't give up, John.
We're soldiers.
It's our destiny,
John...
To face
insurmountable odds
and overcome them,
right?
Right?
It's our mission
in life.
The enemy
is before me,
around me,
and yet
no fear will I have.
My mission is met.
The night--
the night i--
the night will bring
so much death,
so many horrors born
on a river of blood...
Called duty
by men who compassion
has scorned.
The life I have
wasn't mine to choose,
but death will always be
the shoes I walk in.
I will stride the path
in death's shoes
until the mission
I conclude.
Death is my mission.
My mission is met.
f*ck your mission!
Ohh.
Aah!
Aah!
Aah!
I love you.
What'd they think
they'd find of him,
little pieces
all over the bunker?
I know it didn't,
but he was inside
that bunker.
It was thousands
of degrees in there.
He burnt up.
Instead of worrying about it,
you should be glad
that most of that ordnance
was too old to explode,
or you'd be
in big trouble with--
I don't know if we'll
see each other tonight.
Tomorrow will be
a long day
with this remedial class
I'm teaching.
And then
my karate lessons.
Oh, don't be silly.
I'll be fine
with this new class.
They're just school kids.
A little worse
than most,
but kids, really.
After what
I've just been through,
nothing could
faze me anymore.
I'm on a mission...
So to speak.
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Class of 1999 II: The Substitute (1994)
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