Class of 1999 (1990)

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In 1992,

there were 543,767
violent incidents

in American high schools.

In some cities, the areas
around these schools

were beginning to fall
under the control

of violent youth gangs.

By 1997,

the number of violent
incidents had tripled.

Gangs had taken control of Large
sections of these cities.

Some schools were shut down.

The year is 1999.

The g*ng-controlled areas

have become known as...

free-fire zones.

Kennedy High is
located in the middle

of a free-fire zone.

The police will not enter.

There is no law.

The Department of
Educational Defence

has been formed to
reopen the schools

and control the gangs.

Ladies and gentlemen,

I know that when
you asked Megatech

to help you with your problem,

it wasn't an easy decision.

You are, after all, educators.

We are automation and
robotic specialists.

At first glance, not
exactly compatible fields.

But the current situation
in our high schools

calls for unusual measures.

Meet the pride of Megatech.

It's as fine a
group of educators

as you'll find
anywhere in the world.

I guess you could call
them super teachers.

Cody Culp, come with me.

You're getting out.

These artificially created
tactical education units

have been thoroughly
programmed in history,

chemistry, all mathematics...

and of course,
physical education.

And they also come
equipped with the option

of XT-6 hardware to deal
with discipline problems.

It's hard for me to believe that
they're not actually human beings.

Mr. Bryles?

One million megabytes.

Don't be scared.

What?

Sign it. You'll report to
your school by 9:00 AM, Culp,

or we'll have your
a*s back here.

You violate any of the
terms of your parole,

we'll be waiting with open
arms to welcome you back

to the real world of discipline.

Now, ladies and gentlemen, I
would like to present to you

the Principal of
Kennedy High School,

Mr. Myles Langford.

Dr. Forrest, thank you.

That was indeed impressive.

This secret program,

sponsored by the Department
of Educational Defence

and Megatech,

is going to make it possible

for classes to resume once
again at Kennedy High School.

You all know what we've had
to face in the past...

drugs, g*ng activity,
rampant violence.

And of course this group of
particularly troublesome students

with prison records

who, because of this experiment,

will be released back into
the school population today.

Hey.

How you doing, man?

How was it in there?

All right.

You look Like sh*t, Angel.

What do you mean?

He's a bad little dude.

Yeah. I'm getting
jumped in next week.

Let's get out of here.

- I'm driving.
- Back seat.

Come on.

Destruction, yeah.

Till there's no one there.

If you ain't from the g*ng.

You better watch your step...

- Where to?
- Wanna get high?

School.

School! Oh, man. You
definitely want to get high.

What is it?

Edge, man. Best new
high since Skin.

Cool!

- Come on!
- What'd they do to you in there, man?

You used to enjoy getting
wrecked with your brothers.

Times change...

brother.

Cops gave this place up.

We can't go this way.

Motherfuckin' Razorheads control
this whole area now, man.

What the f*ck are you doing?

Get us out of here, Cody.

Welcome home, C-C-Cody.

Meet any nice boys in jail?

Yeah. You should
have been there.

He would have liked you.

See you at school, assholes.

Ow!

Come on!

Get that Cody! k*ll him!

- Get out of here!
- Go go go go!

Shut up!

Hey! Get down!

Go ahead! Get him!

Get Cody!

Hold on.

Faster, Cody, faster!

Go!

f*ck!

Looks Like Hector's gonna be
a Little late for school.

Ha. It's gonna be good to
have you back with us, man.

Ow! God!

What's going on? This
is a free-fire zone.

Yeah, the cops still
won't come in here

so they got their own g*ons now.

Maybe I should have
stayed in prison.

Welcome, students, to
Kennedy High School.

All weapons must be surrendered

before entering the
school grounds.

- Out of the way.
- You got a search warrant?

You got a search warrant?
Get away from my car, man.

You wanna make this tough? Huh?

- Sonny!
- Let him go!

Hold it right there.

Hold it right there.

Sonny! Sonny!

I'm not kidding!

- Get your friend out of here.
- Sonny!

- What about Sonny?
- Forget about him.

Do yourself a favour.

You're turning into a
real douchebag, you know?

Why don't you just
go f*ck yourself?

Any student caught
on school premises

with an automatic
weapon will be detained

by school security

and turned over to the
proper authorities.

Your brother says you don't want
to be a Blackheart anymore.

So what if I don't?

These guys are our friends.

So if you ain't with
us, you're against us.

So that means we
got to k*ll you.

Yeah, and that'd
make us sad, Cody.

Gee, Dawn, I'm touched.

So what's it gonna be, Cody?

I'm lying low for a while.

If I get slammed for ganging,
I'll be doing real hard time.

Guess you'll have to waste me.

Either way I'm dead.

Come on, Angel.

Let's go.

Hey, you!

- March march.
- All right, come on.

Shrapnel.

Yeah, let me see your papers.

Good morning.

- Good morning, Dr. Forrest.
- Good morning, sir.

Mr. Hardin, Miss Connors
and Mr. Bryles,

this is the first day of
the rest of your lives.

These are our problem students.

I've made sure to assign
them to your classes.

We know what we're here
to do, Mr. Langford.

Academics will be up.
Discipline will be firm.

Well, if there are any problems,
my door is always open.

Don't move it!

Come on!

There won't be any problems.

Saturday, or I'll make
earrings out of your ba*ls.

You're a real badass, huh?

f*ck' $10.

Guess you gotta be a millionaire
to go to school here.

Here she comes, Mark.

I don't have the money.

You're gonna find your
ba*ls in a vice, as*h*le.

Good morning, students.

Good morning, students.

Good morning, b*tch.

I'm Miss Connors, your
chemistry teacher.

And welcome to the wonderful
world of chemistry.

- You got it?
- You're gonna pay us, aren't you?

Please be seated.

f*ck off.

Internal systems on
alert, Dr. Forrest.

Switch over to Connors' class.

I think he said...

f*ck you.

What are you Laughing at?

System making process of order.

Skin temperatures
increasing, sir.

Gentlemen, if you're going
to be in my class...

She's moving. She's
approaching the students.

You're going to have to be cool.

Baby, I got cool for you

right here, honey. Right here.

You're gonna have to walk cool.

You're gonna have to stand cool.

We don't got to
do nothing, lady.

And if you cannot,
you will sit down.

I ain't finished.

I'm still 60 bucks
short, as*h*le.

That's not very cool.

"That's not very cool."

Temperature's increasing.
Breathing's increasing.

Approaching critical.

Baby, can't you see

I'm trying to conduct a
Little business here?

Not in my class.

Hey, don't you mess with
my boys, Miss Connors.

God!

- Reflex time, Mark?
- .027.

- .027.
- Falls within the parameter, sir.

Reflexes normal.

Now that I have your
undivided attention,

we'll have roll call.

And I see we're going
to have some very...

Breathing returning to normal.
Temperature returning to normal.

Education at its finest.

Congratulations, sir.

Ah, can you believe that woman?

Chemistry teacher from hell.

Uh, hi, I'm Christie. I would
have introduced myself in class

but I was afraid Sheera the
Devil Woman would bite me.

What a drag that
class is gonna be.

Girls Like you usually love
everything about school.

What do you mean,
"girls Like me"?

Nothing.

I don't know.

You new here?

Yeah, I just transferred
from Nixon.

My dad was a Little
worried about it,

but he said as long as I
stayed away from g*ng guys...

He don't want to hang
out with us, does he?

He just wants to kiss up to her.

You might as well stick your
d*ck in a meat grinder, Cody.

I don't know what you
guys are taking about.

Ah, I do.

My dad's the new principal.

- Perfect.
- Yeah, maybe for you.

It is so embarrassing. I
might as well go around

with "geek" tattooed
on my forehead.

Cody Culp.

Blackheart for Life,
whether I Like it or not.

You, uh, you want to
do something sometime?

I'm sure your dad
would Love that.

I didn't ask you if you wanted
to do something with my dad.

Well, this is my class.

So, uh, are you gonna
call me or what?

Yeah.

Both.

Good morning, Ladies
and gentlemen.

I can't hear you!

Way to go!

All right, let's
make several things

perfectly clear, shall we?

This is going to be

the most difficult
history course

you've ever had.

For you.

Expect...

a test every two weeks,

two hours of homework,

each and every night for
the remainder of the year,

for the rest of your Life.

Something... something a
Little more important...

I operate from a model...

- of ab...
- Spit it out!

Solute zero tolerance.

So do we.

And that means behaviour in...

or out of this classroom.

No roaming the corridors
without a pass.

No disrespect or disobedience.

- Shut up.
- Why don't you shut the f*ck...

And last, uh, there'll
be no excuses...

whatsoever.

Why don't you shut the f*ck up?

Hey, f*ck you, mook.

Have I made myself
perfectly clear?

He's making his decision now.

Corporal punishment... is
that still legal, sir?

Whatever's necessary to
keep the children in line.

Anybody else?

Hey, Cody.

I made sure that nothing
happened to your bike

the whole time you were gone.

- You should give me the car.
- You don't have a license.

Big deal. Neither do you.

What the hell happened to you?

They got me in the parking lot.

You f*ck ran off and left me.

Look at this... yeah.

Who did it?

The Razorheads?

f*ck' n*zi security guards

turned me over to the
new history teacher.

The guy... the guy's insane.

Got any money? I
really need a hit.

They took everything
away from me.

I haven't had any all day.

Come on, Angel, you
got any Edge on you?

- I'm really hurting.
- Hey, Look in the kitchen, Angel.

Maybe there's some Drano
or floor cleanser...

that'd be even more fun, huh?

This is plenty! Hands off that!

- No!
- Stop that! Get your hands off it.

Get your hands off that.
Give me that. Give it to me.

- Give it to me.
- Mom, I need it.

Stop it! Give it to me.

Look who's here, Mom.

- Find your own drugs!
- No, you gotta give it to me.

Gee! It's good to be back home.

You're all f*ck' pathetic!

- You're a rat.
- Come on, give it to me! I need it!

Next.

No g*ng jackets or colours
allowed on campus.

No sexual activity of
any kind permitted.

Hey, you think smart
girls give better head?

Hey, you. Hey, baby.

Hey, you... principals daughter.

Hey, f*ck off, okay?

Ooh, such nasty language.
What would Daddy say?

Would you just Leave me alone?

- Leave you alone?
- Hey! What are you doing?

Stop! Help! No!

No! Help!

Hey, stay here.

Come on! Come on, man!

Get him back!

You're coming with me, Culp.

You know the terms and
conditions of your release...

no altercations of any kind.

That boy ended up
in the hospital.

That boy nearly r*ped
your daughter.

I appreciate what
you tried to do.

Why didn't you go to
a teacher for help?

Like him? This b*tch
nearly broke my arm.

Mr. Bryles, thank you.

Perhaps Mr. Bryles
did overreact.

All right. All
things considered,

I won't put this on your record.

But this is the last warning.
Now you understand that?

Yes, sir.

Good.

Right, I'm releasing
you to your next class

- which is...
- Phys Ed, I believe.

Thanks you, Mr. Bryles.

You may go.

Come on, lad. A Little
exercise will do you good.

One more! Suck it up, babe!

Come on.

Be tough!

I'll turn you into
a wrestler yet.

Next time, I'll get
200 out of you.

- I did the best I could!
- Everybody get in the shower.

- Oh, h*!
- That wasn't cool.

It's okay. Come on, man.

Not you, Culp.

You stay behind.

Anybody ever tell you you
got a bad attitude, boy?

- You wrestled in prison?
- Not by choice, Coach.

I wrestled in the service.

Oh, yeah? Which one?

Military.

- Oh!
- That's it, the military.

Ah, you gotta lay off
the steroids, Coach.

I hear they shrink your p*nis.

I'm a firm believer in
negative reinforcement, Culp.

You better be careful
from now on, Culp.

You macho m*therf*cker,
right, man?

Beat the sh*t out of the kids?

Get away from him.

Oh my God.

Amazing.

Simply amazing. Play that back.

That was a level seven,
multidimensional decision.

The intelligence
factor is evolving.

It isn't artificial any longer.

k*ll the enemy?

I mean, don't you think
you went a bit too far?

The boy had a g*n, for God's
sake. He had to defend himself.

The program may be evolving
faster than we thought.

Or they're having trouble absorbing
the educational directives.

They are machines, you idiot.

They absorb whatever we
put into them. Correct?

Hopefully.

There's nothing to
worry about, Marv.

They're just learning.

Jesus. I hate to
see what they'd do

if you tried to help an old
Lady cross the street.

Oh, come on. I just
wanted to thank you

for helping me this morning.

Tell it to your dad.

Would you give me...

Quit thinking about yourself.

I just saw one of my
best friends die.

Mohawk pulled a g*n on him.

What was he supposed to do?

I was there. Mohawk
was so wasted,

he wouldn't have known which
end the b*ll*ts come out.

The study of history is...

is rewarding,

not only in its
wonderful richness,

but also in the lessons

that can be gleaned from it.

So let's turn our attention
to the Trojan w*r.

You're Late.

Sit down. Sit.

He's wasted.

Sonny, please sit down.

Please?

Did you get a note
from the principal?

No.

But I'd be happy to take some
time off to get you one.

Watch out.

D. 385, huh?

Huh? That's yours.

But lockers are
private property.

Tsk tsk tsk tsk.

Drug dealing is a
capital offence.

It's all personal, man.
L... I gotta have it, okay?

I know.

Not anymore, my son.

Call Forrest. Get
him in here now!

He's going berserk.

Jesus.

As you'll recall,

the salient point in
the story of Achilles

and his famous heel is that

the basis of all
military strategy is...

find the weak spot

and attack.

Does anyone have an explanation?

Ingestion of 8,000mg

of ethyl degimesythal
will do that.

Break the boy's neck?
Pulverize his jaw?

The effects of habitual use
are indeed disturbing.

Mr. Hardin, you beat that boy.

Only in self-defence, Miles.

The filthy Little punk was
armed with a dangerous weapon.

And he was out of
control on narcotics.

Ethyl degimesythal is notorious

for producing acts of
superhuman strength.

Mr. Langford? The
news crew is here.

Thank you, Wendy.

You'll have to excuse me.

I have statements to
make, people to placate.

Dr. Forrest?

We'll discuss this later...

alone.

Of course, Miles.
Whatever you say.

- Hi, Daddy.
- Hello, sweetie.

What are you doing here?

Uh, Cody wanted me to
come up and talk to you.

Hmm?

He thinks that Mr. Hardin
might have something to do

with Sonny's death.

Does he?

That poor boy had a drug
problem. He died of an overdose.

Now it's very important to me that you
don't get too involved in all this.

You have to set an example.
Remember whose daughter you are.

- Hmm?
- Excuse me, Mr. Langford,

but the news crew is
getting impatient.

All right, Wendy, I'll
be right through.

- Here, give me a hug. I gotta go.
- Okay.

- I'll see you Later.
- All right. See you for dinner.

I'm sorry to keep you
waiting. Miles Langford.

- Come on through to my office.
- Thank you.

There. You see? It was an OD.

All I see is that your father
doesn't give a sh*t about the truth

which is that those teachers
are k*lling people, Christie.

You just have a problem
with authority figures.

Jesus! You really are the
principals daughter, aren't you?

If you just opened up those suburban
eyes, you'd see what's going on.

Hey. I don't have
to take this sh*t

from some illiterate
gangbanger, okay?

Go ahead, Miles.

Have another if it makes
you feel any better.

All I wanted was a safe place
for these kids to learn in.

Hey, right now you've got
discipline for the students

and security for the schools.

Students are being beaten
for minor infractions.

Two are already dead.

Tell me, how am I supposed
to live with that?

I can tell you one thing:

That is that this afternoon,
you participated in a cover-up

of the drug-addict boy's death.

Miles,

I strongly suggest that
you Let this program

run its course.

Soon every school in the country

will be after us to handle
their discipline problems.

Now that could be a very
profitable situation.

Profitable? For whom?

For me.

Or I should say, for Megatech.

But don't worry, Miles.

You'll be the man who
gets all the glory,

the notoriety, the
cover of "Time."

Not you, Cody.

Here's your good-looking
brother, Mr. Culp.

Partying hard, I see.

I'm a Blackheart now, Cody.

For real.

Congratulations, Angel.

Hey! Hey, Cody!

We're jumping him in tonight
in honour of Sonny.

Did you hear how it happened?

Yeah. He got a Little
careless on the Edge.

Do you believe everything
they tell you in school?

Of course! We all
want to get ahead.

I think that history
teacher, Mr. Hardin,

he k*lled Sonny.

Oh, why? 'Cause he
didn't do his homework?

Man, you are so full of sh*t,

your eyes are the colour of...

Hey, man, what... what
colour are his eyes?

Well, they sure aren't
Blackheart colours.

You know what I think?
I think it's time

for Mr. Culp, Sr. Here to be
terminated from the g*ng...

officially.

Come on. We don't have to.

Listen, kid,

you're one of us.

You're not one of him.

Any student who wishes
to file criminal charges

against another
student may do so

in Mr. Langford's office
between 1:00 and 2:00 PM.

Hey, how you guys doing?

Hi.

Sorry about yesterday.

Jesus, Cody, what
happened to you?

Nothing. Blackhearts gave me
a Little going-away party.

Christie, Listen,
your dad's Lying.

Maybe he doesn't know what's going
on, but you can convince him.

I'm not convinced either.

Well, what if I can prove
to you that Hardin

and Bryles are k*lling people?

Oh, now you think
Bryles is in on it too?

Cody, have you been doing Edge?

I mean, these teachers...
they may be jerks

and they may be strict but they
do not go around k*lling people.

Come with me over to
Hardin's house, okay?

I saw him with Sonny's
crucifix yesterday.

- If I can find it...
- Now?

You mean cut class?

Yeah. You never cut class?

- Reach down the back of my pants.
- What?

Come on, Live dangerous.

What is this?

The faculty address book?
Cody, how did you get this?

Just another one of my
devious criminal acts.

Look up Hardin's address.

Check out Bryles.

This is really weird.

Hardin and Bryles... they
have the same address.

Yeah?

Hey, wait a minute.

Miss Connors Lives there too.

Party.

This is it.

So what if someone's
Looking out the window?

Just act Like you belong here.

It shouldn't be too hard.

Okay, Sonny's crucifix
was on a gold chain.

I hope we can find it in the
middle of this clutter.

Talk about your Lean Cuisine.

Gotta stay on top of
those pesky squeaks.

What is this?

How homey.

Uh, I think this is
Miss Connors' room

unless those guys are
weirder than you thought.

Definitely Miss Connors.

I've never been in a chemistry
teacher's room before, Cody,

but speaking as a woman,
this is really strange.

I mean, women don't
buy one Lacy bra.

They get panties to
match. They binge out.

- Oh, yeah?
- Women...

well, they have Lots of stuff.
They have Lots of personal stuff.

We're taking about a
chemistry teacher.

Yeah, but she's still a woman.

Oh, yeah. You see?

His mom gave him this. He
would never give it up.

sh*t! Come on.

Ah, we've been invaded.

Run run!

Respect for private
property is the foundation

of a free society.

Well, the best defence
is a tough offence.

The Langford girl's
crossed over.

We'll advise her father on suitable
methods of discipline for her.

But now Let's eliminate the
bad influence corrupting her.

Get off!

Run! Go!

So falling to yield
at an intersection;

Exceeding the speed Limit...

Not wearing a helmet or
using proper hand signals.

Time for a Little driver's ed?

I hate water.

Nice day for a dive.

Hey.

Happy birthday.

My birthday was
three months ago.

I know.

Sorry I missed it.

That's okay.

Mom forgot to pay the bill.

Who'd you want to call?

Christie.

The principals daughter?

Man, you ought a think
about your image.

I don't have anything
to worry about.

Wanna sh**t some hoops?

If you're sure it won't
mess up your image.

Looks Like we'll have to
requisition a new vehicle.

What about the boy?

That boy presents a most
interesting problem.

I can take care
of him right now.

No, individual attacks are too
inefficient for our purposes now.

We need a new strategy.

- Such as?
- Such as...

a Little game.

A w*r game, if you will.

Yeah!

Angel! Angel! Reigning champ
of the free-fire zone.

Where... where you going?

Homework.

Join me. Could be fun.

If you weren't my brother,

I'd say you were totally
f*cked in the head.

Other than that, you
Love me, right?

Right.

Same here.

Angel! Angel!

Angel! Angel! Angel!

Angel! Angel! Angel!

Exhibition of g*ng colours
is strictly forbidden.

What do you want?

We want to educate you.

We want to show you
the... the misguidedness

of indulging in g*ng behaviour.

I want to kick his butt.

- We're coming to get you, kid!
- No!

Ha!

Help! Help!

Help!

Help!

Help!

What do you want? What do you...

Help! Help!

Sorry for whatever I did. No!

Ah, no! No!

- Shh!
- Help me! No!

- I thought you had him?
- Sorry.

- sh*t.
- Is that pizza, man?

Hey, get the hell
away from my car.

What the f*ck? Am I Late
for night school, b*tch?

Let's go, pizza man.

I'm starving.

Why'd you send Noser, man?

That kid gets Lost
trying to find his d*ck.

Get him out! Help him!

Get those f*cking Blackhearts!

Fun and Games phase
one complete.

Somebody help!

- What?
- Get the rope off his neck!

Get the f*ck'
rope off his neck!

Leave him alone.
Leave him alone!

My God!

Angel.

- Get a blanket!
- Get the blanket!

Somebody get a f*ck' blanket!

Son of a b*tch! Damn it!

Damn it! Check it out!

Check it out!

f*ck' A, we'll be there!

Yeah, right, man!

I want them all!

Jump me in! Jump
me f*ck' in now!

Check everyone. Yeah,
check nine again.

- What about Forrest?
- He's on his way.

Why the panic, gentlemen?

The teachers are not
in their rooms, sir.

They can't be monitored
when they're not here.

There's nothing to
worry about, Marvin.

They made the decision not
to teach today, that's all.

But they're supposed to do what
they're programmed to do, sir.

Nothing more.

But with the reasoning
powers of a human being.

Find them, shut them down
and run a complete test.

No matter how perfect they are
in the field, Dr. Forrest,

there's no such thing as a
completely stable hybrid.

Or a completely
stable human being.

I don't want them taken out
of the field right now

and that's an order.
Do you understand?

We've almost made a complete
emotional crossover to human mode.

Worst-case scenario, sir?

The educational directives
may have miscarried.

They might be reverting back to
their original military form.

You Let me worry about
that, all right, Spence?

All right, everybody spread out!

Cover each other!

Medina, aqui rapido!

Down! Down!

Get every one of them.

Use any and all strategies
to achieve our objective.

Death to the opposition.

- Exterminate the enemy?
- Precisely.

Connors and I will take
out the Razorheads.

Bryles, you will take
out the Blackhearts.

Take no prisoners.

Vamos! Come on!

Razorheads!

Hey, we got a couple of
guys down! Come on, go!

- Holy sh*t!
- All right!

Damn, Let's go!

Here they come.

Ow!

Come on! Vamos!

Hey, Hector!

- Go back around the other way.
- I'll get 'em.

Cody!

You're next, Mr. Culp.

You're making me very...

angry, Cody.

What are you?

Let's ride! Move it!

Culp got away.

That means this
operation is a failure.

No no. No, the
strategy is sound.

We'll make him come to us.

Did anyone else see
anybody there Last night

besides the Razorheads?

Like who?

Like Mr. Hardin.

You gotta quit f*ck'
around, Cody.

I mean, the Razorheads,
they k*lled your brother.

You saw what they did to Reedy.

No, I saw what Mr.
Hardin did to Reedy.

Why would a teacher

want to get involved in a w*r
between us and the 'Heads?

I wish I knew.

Jeez, Cody!

Christie, those teachers,

- they're after me.
- Of course...

I don't know what
the hell they are.

Of course they're after you.
We broke into their house.

Listen to me! We just kicked
the sh*t out of the Razorheads

and Hardin was there. I saw him.

I shot him. He
didn't even go down.

Are you sure about this?

Yes, I'm sure about this!

They're worse than the Razorheads.
They cannot be human beings!

They're teaching at
our school, Christie.

Your dad's got to do something.

On your word? Don't
even think about it.

He's fully on the
warpath for you.

Daddy got a call from Mr. Hardin
about us being over there.

He so much as sees me with you,

I am going back to Nixon and
you are going back to jail.

That's bullshit.

You know, you people
have had total freedom.

That doesn't give you
a License to m*rder.

Miles, you petitioned
for Kennedy High School

to be used as an experiment
in disciplinary education.

Yes, but not to use my
school as a w*r zone.

We had a new product to market

and this was a perfect
place to test it in.

But these androids were supposed
to educate the students.

Battledroids,
Miles. Battledores.

Military surplus marked to be
shipped to Central America

for the 10-Year w*r.

That is until the D.E.D. Called.

It seemed they were having a
Little problem in our schools.

I said, "No problem",

all we have to do is
marry our w*r machine

"with the basic
educational model."

Wonderful results. You should have
seen those Washington assholes.

They were amazed.

And now we've got a military
contract worth billions.

I see.

So they've been waging
w*r with my students?

Isn't that what all teachers do?

But my people aren't just fighting,
Miles... they're winning.

Whatever happened to education?

The students can Learn
if they want to.

They simply have to
make the right choice.

Sure... Learn or be k*lled.

I want you to turn them off.

I'm terminating this program!

I'm afraid that's the
bad news, Milesy.

You see, once this program
has been implemented,

I'm afraid it can't
be turned off.

The bottom Line is
"k*ll the enemy."

What... what...

Hello?

Ah, yeah. I know.

Oh, I'll be there, Cody.

Don't you worry your
pretty Little head.

I'll be there.

What is it, man?

I remember the only way
I could get Cody Culp

into school was to
promise him free drugs.

Now he wants to die there.

What's going on?

He called me up.

One on one.

You trust him?

Yeah, Like a vampire
giving me a blowjob.

Daddy? Is that you?

Daddy?

Hello?

It ain't Daddy, honey.

What are you doing here?

It's 10:00 PM.

Do you know where
your boyfriend is?

Where's my... my father?

Get Cody Culp on the phone,

or your father's a dead man.

Do you understand? Huh?

Hello?

Hey, man, it's your old Lady.
She's in some kind of trouble.

- Christie?
- Got your b*tch right here, man.

And if you ever want
to see her again,

show up at the school

in an hour.

If you don't,

she's mine.

The Razorheads have her.

Hector just called me
out to the school.

That's good. That's good. Does
that mean you're with us?

- Yeah, Let's go.
- All right!

Great. Jesus Christ, what
is it with that guy?

Don't we spend enough
time in school as it is?

That's it. You see?

Why would Hector stay at
school if he didn't have to?

Jesus, it's the teachers.

- sh*t!
- Everybody get in here!

Let's go! Let's go!

- Razorheads!
- Let's ride!

Here all by yourself?

I'm disappointed in you, Cody.

I must say,

I thought you'd
exercise more caution.

Don't worry about me, Hector.

Let's do it. You called me out.

Wrong, Hector.

You see, someone's
running a game on us,

the same game that
k*lled my brother,

the same game that k*lled Noser.

You k*lled Noser!

I didn't k*ll anyone.

And I'm not here to fight you.

You got no choice.

- Back me up, Curt.
- No no no no, Jefe.

No one's gonna back you up.

The mind is a precious
thing to waste, Cody.

Don't make me waste yours.

Inside this school

are three inhuman
teaching monsters.

One's running this game.

They kidnapped my girl.

They k*lled Sonny, Reedy, Mohawk

and Noser.

And Angel.

I can't believe you.
You're f*ck' taking sh*t

about your own brother.

Sonny was an Edgehead, man.

He OD'd.

One of these teachers k*lled him

and took this.

It's got his blood all over it.

You gotta know who
your real enemies are.

Now I'm going in there
to waste some teachers.

- Are you with me?
- I'm with you!

- Could be fun.
- Yeah!

But if they're not in
there, the w*r's back on.

Do it.

There's only one rule!

Christie's in here somewhere.

If anybody finds her, make
sure she doesn't get hurt.

Very romantic, Cody.

Now be careful.

These things are Like a bad,
f*cked-up, George-Jetson nightmare!

Move out! Go that way!

Oye, Flavio, take a
couple Razorheads,

go up to the Library.

I hear they got the
new Anne Batey novel.

No sh*t! Been wanting
to read that.

- Who's got a Library card?
- I got Library card!

Move out! Go that way!

Okay, man.

I remember in junior high,
man, you kicked a*s.

Yeah, I thought you were
pretty bad yourself, ese.

Let's go show Miss Connors
exactly what we've Learned.

Ave Maria, how we Latin's
supposed to Learn English

if the teachers don't
show up in class?

Just shut up and keep moving.
We gotta find Christie.

Here I am, boys.

sh**t her!

sh**t her again!

Die, you f*cking b*tch.

Ha ha ha ha!

Let's get the hell out of here!

You're gonna need
more than that, boys.

Tiene bionic tetas!

Go!

Ha ha!

- Come on, go!
- What the f*ck?

Cono! Esa puta 'st? Caliente!

Go go!

Get out of here!

That b*tch... she ain't
even f*ck' real.

How are we supposed
to deal with that?

Go! Move it, move it!

I gotta find Christie. Can you
handle Bryles by yourself?

Yeah, I can keep his a*s running,
but what about Miss flick-my-d*ck?

- I'll take care of her.
- Don't get your ba*ls burned off.

Christie. sh*t.

Hey, man! Hey, it's just me.

- Just keep watch.
- All right.

Hide your face.

Shhh. All right.

It's okay.

It's okay. Shh, stop crying.

Come on, it's okay,
it's okay, it's okay.

It's all right.

Curt! Curt!

Wanna rumble?

Come on! Come on.

You come... come on!

Run!

- Run!
- I'm still coming.

Help! Help!

I Love to mould young minds.

You son of a b*tch!

God damn you!

You're a good fighter,
Cody, but you're defeated.

Cody!

- Help!
- It's important to know

when to surrender.

You're history, Mr. Hardin.

Ohhhh!

Oh, man. Christie.

Cody!

Get back.

Daddy!

Come on. We'll come
back. Come on.

We'll come back.

sh*t!

Come on, hurry up!

Run, run!

All right, turn on all the gas.

Right here, you
mechanical b*tch!

I guess I blew that course.

- Hey! Where's Connors?
- Oh, sh*t!

She's toast.

Come on!

I got an idea. Can you
buy me some time?

No problem. He's dying to stick
one of those missiles up my a*s.

Let's go!

All right, keep him busy.

Hey, Bryles! Here, man!

Bryles, I'm over here!

Over here!

Hold on!

Jump!

This is some heavy
gangbanging going on, hey?

You okay?

- Yeah.
- All right?

Aw, Let's go check
out our homeboys,

see if anybody's Left.

Okay.

All right.

Cody, you hear that?

It's one of our bikes.

Come on.

What are you, a cop?

Bob Forrest, Department
of Educational Defence.

So you're the humanitarian

that decided to bring
these teachers here.

That's right. A
billion-dollar operation.

Well, tough sh*t, Bobby.

You can use what's Left
of them for garbage cans.

Everything was fine, just fine.

This was going to be the
future of education.

It would have eliminated dirty
Little insects Like you,

made me a Lot of money.

But now all I have Left is my
reputation as an upstanding citizen.

And that I intend to keep,

which means, of course,
none of you can survive.

That was foolish...
very foolish.

When will you Learn that
aggression is not that answer?

I'm afraid you're next, my son.

Cody!

Oh, God, help!

No!

Cody!

Put the chain around his neck!

Go!

Have a nice stretch, Coach?

It's okay. It's over.

It's all over.