Harder.
We're wasting our time.
English. Practice.
This is a waste of time.
You hold back.
You must feel.
Feelings cannot help me find Ray.
-Maybe you never will. -Of course I will!
Maybe your parents died for nothing!
Stop it!
Good.
Power.
Now… control.
Mom said control was an illusion.
Fate guides me like her.
Fate is a two-faced bitch goddess.
Sometimes, you must kick Fate's ass!
What a touching memorial for our dear departed Suki.
No! Please!
Please, that's not yours!
Wasn't Blake's clarinet solo moving?
Grief counselors will be available to all students.
Uh, for Suki's death, not the solo.
At least Suki's death has made everyone forget I'm eighty-sixed.
Sheeple.
-I never treated you differently. -Have a cookie. I still can't gamble.
Make side bets.
It's off the books. Everyone's doing it, believe me.
Yeah, I'm not crossing Kira.
-What are people betting on? -Anything.
Uh, wins, losses, breakups, hookups.
The only problem is, I'm the bookie.
I can't get five minutes to…
And now there's the conspiracy side bets on how Suki really died.
"Suffocated at a cuddle party."
"Botox overdose."
Uh, "Drowned in a reflecting pool."
Ooh, and my personal favorite.
"He literally could not even."
The leading side bet is that Kira killed him.
I mean, she's a violent, vindictive, coldhearted tyrant, but she isn't--
Totally capable of murder?
-Hmm. Yeah. -Mmm.
I'm just saying, Suki would've wanted us to have a good time.
You can't have strippers at a memorial, Chad.
They would wear black.
I'm so bored I can't feel my legs.
More side betting.
I don't like it. We can't control what we can't see.
It's a fad.
A fad Yumeko started when she took down Suki.
We need to remind people why we have a seat at the high table.
We need to beat Yumeko.
-Today. -Good luck with that.
She barely gambles anymore.
She spends all her time in the library with that sexy nerd, Michael.
Reading.
Interesting.
I think it's time we expanded our horizons.
Raymond Rowe-san.
How did you know my parents?
Hey, girl, hey!
Are you gonna be here for a while?
I know that you're not, uh, musically "gifted."
But I need your feedback on my recital piece. My dad is coming.
Oh, um, by the way, could you maybe tidy up just a little in here?
I don't want him to think I live with a slob, you know?
He has really high standards, so, uh, don't make me look bad.
All right.
More practice?
Yeah, like I said, high standards. Okay.
It's okay. Uh…
-I need to visit the library anyway. -Oh.
Yeah, that's… that's cool.
Um, I'll still be here later.
So swing by if… Yeah.
No worries. Okay.
What the…
Okay.
Riri! Hey!
Riri, hey, hey, hey, hey!
Riri. Hey.
Um, can we…
Can I talk to you?
Um…
We were tight on Student Council, right?
You're Kira's sister.
Um…
Help me get my seat back.
Hey, look, no.
I lost one game.
You know I don't deserve this.
Fuck.
This is stupid.
You know what no one talks about?
Everything with Kira is hard,
no matter where you are.
Aren't you sick of being under her thumb?
Whatever, I get it.
I'll climb the ladder on my own.
You'll see.
Student Council.
I c… I couldn't stop them.
What happened?
They just barged in.
Michael, I need the yearbooks. Where are they?
Hah! Hah! Hah!
Hah! Bitch!
Whoo! Whoo! Hah!
Hah! Aah!
Ooh! Yeah!
Hah! Hah!
Wow.
Hah!
Oops. Butterfingers.
Huh.
What can I do for you?
Bubble tea? Back rub? Tramp stamp?
I want you to return these library books.
Huh! Might take a while. Slow reader.
How's Michael doing? Was he still crying when you last saw him?
He's cute for a beta.
I'll fight you for 'em.
-What? -What?
No, for the books. The books.
Right now.
Put 'em up, princess. Let's go.
How about a gamble?
I don't do that shit. Cards, dice, it's so boring.
I wanna play a real game.
Anything you like.
Hmm.
Each of these cards has a different challenge on them.
Knife fight, skydiving, pepper eating, truth or dare.
Things of that nature.
Say when.
Stop.
Shit.
Yes, I know how to spell your name. Okay, good. Okay, yeah.
Uh… Okay, got yours. Here. Got it.
Um, and this one's for you.
Oh, no. Sorry.
Leave it to you to play the maniac so crazy she wagered her own eye.
She lost her eye.
How good could she be?
Whoa!
-Ooh… -Whoo! Good. Nice and loose.
I'm impressed,. People don't usually get past the warm-up.
-Warm-up? -Now we play.
Loser pays the winning score.
28,000… for dancing.
Come on, Yumeko.
You're not gonna climb the leaderboard without some fancy footwork.
Very well.
-Play! Play! -Play.
Play! Play!
Play!
Play! Play! Play!
Whoo!
Ah!
Whoo!
Woo-hoo!
Yeah!
Oh!
Good… game.
Ah-ah! Wait for the bonus.
Whoo!
I was kind of expecting more. You want a rematch?
Double or nothing?
Could use a new house pet. My last one had bladder control issues.
Don't do it. You're down 60,000 as it is.
I've never lost so much money.
You weren't the only one.
-Come on, let's go. -Oh, man…
Hey, it's just money.
You can win it back!
Anyone else?
Fuck it, run it again, Craig.
Dori offered a rematch. I have to beat her.
Mm-mm. You know what makes a loser? Losing.
The school's turning on you.
I never asked them to bet on me.
I mean, you did kind of start this whole side betting thing.
What you did was decentralize
this debilitating, hierarchical gambling structure
the Student Council has a vice grip on.
We just need a means of distribution.
We don't speak activist-ese.
I'm gonna make the side betting into an app.
Oh.
Hey, bitch. I dare you to do that again!
What the fuck?
It was one loss.
It's more than that. Gambling is all about hope.
We need to show this school that Kira and the Student Council can be beaten.
Yeah.
Dori's the school's one-shot killer. Wanna win them back?
Take her down. Hard.
-You could pluck her other eye out. -First… I must learn to dance.
-I'll bring my steel-toed boots. -Uh…
Actually, uh…
I can help with that.
What is love?
Baby, don't hurt me
Don't hurt me
No more
Baby, don't hurt me
Don't hurt me
No more
What is love?
Baby, don't hurt me
Don't hurt me
-No more -Oh-oh, oh-oh
Baby, don't hurt me
Don't hurt me…
No more…
Oh-oh
Baby, don't hurt me
Don't hurt me
No more…
What is love?
-Wow! -Yeah.
My parents put me in dance classes when I was a kid, so…
If I can learn, so can you.
I take it back. You're… you're awful.
Did I hurt you?
Only with your elbows. It's fine.
Okay.
Let's take a break.
What, you never danced as a kid?
My guardian taught me kendo.
Your guardian?
Mmm.
Mrs. Kawamoto.
During Icebreaker, what Suki said about your parents…
It was a really long time ago. I… barely remember them.
Nice try.
But… that only works on people who aren't in the club.
The club?
The club no one wants to be in.
-We don't have to talk about… -My dad?
It's okay. I… I want to.
Uh… I was…
I was never really into cricket like he was.
But he wanted me to learn how to become a leader and whatnot.
Turned into this huge row with my mum. So they settled on stuff like dance.
Yeah.
And maybe they were right.
Now I'm well-rounded.
Or whatever.
How long… how long was it since your…
Well, it really was a long time ago.
But I think about them.
Every day.
Fate guides me. I trust it.
So what if you're fated to lose?
I don't mind losing at gambling. I care if the playing field is level.
Bad luck you picked the one game you couldn't win, then.
Dori's memorized every song.
She did memorize them.
She knew we'd be playing that game. It was never up to fate at all!
Whoo!
It's drafty in here. I've got goosebumps.
Wanna feel?
Mmm.
Can I help you?
I heard you were pulling all-nighters in here.
Brought you some snacks.
What am I supposed to do with this?
Eat it.
Swallow it deep inside of you.
-Dori. -Mm-hmm?
What do you want?
I just wanna spend some time in that gorgeous head of yours. Mm!
Are you having fun?
I'd like to be.
But it seems like having fun with you is more of a…
balancing act.
-I'm not into… games. -Huh.
You haven't played with me yet.
Don't stay up too late. I want you pretty.
Runa, I'm not eighty-sixed anymore. I can gamble.
I just… need a loan.
Hmm.
No chance, toots.
That eighty-six is faded, but you stink of desperation.
My money is as good as anyone's.
You're old news. Gotta move with the times. Hmm!
You're loaning money for side bets, aren't you, toots?
Does Kira know?
Anyone who tells her had better know how to eat through a straw.
Footstool.
We don't lend money to cheaters.
Looks bad.
Preachin' to the choir.
Kira, I'm still loyal to you. Once I'm not a house pet--
The house always wins, Mary.
You haven't been home for a while.
Rumor has it you've cozied up to Yumeko's little crowd.
-They're not my friends. -You sat with them at Suki's memorial.
They were sitting with me.
The whole school just mourned Suki's death.
Don't make me plan another funeral.
Hmm?
What do you want?
It's okay to hate them. You can let it out.
Only person I hate is the one I'm staring at.
You cost me the seat on Student Council.
If you cannot join them…
help me beat them.
What's that, Daddy? Harder?
Why can't I have a therapy dog?
The last one was an accident!
Sorry.
-Rematch. -Uh…
No.
-I'm bored now. -Yes, yes.
It is boring, playing a game you can't lose.
Sounds like you're rationalizing.
My shrinks warned me about that. Including my mom.
Mary, queen of hearts, please.
Say when.
Stop.
It's a simple card force.
Just takes practice, like a dance routine.
You want everyone to think you're not playing with a full deck,
but it's really a stacked one, isn't it?
New bet.
Sixty thousand, plus you return the library books.
-What is it with those books? -In or out?
Fine. Pick a game.
You'll lose.
Stop.
Duel!
Duel.
Now we're talking.
We each pick a weapon, we meet in the lounge, and we fight.
It's gonna take a lot To drag me away from you
There's nothin' that a hundred men
-Or more could ever do -Whoa.
I accept!
Winner draws first blood, bitch.
Hmm!
Okay, uh, yeah, uh, sorry.
Uh, just one… one at a time.
-I can see all of them at the same time-- -Move! Out of the way!
Yumeko and Dori are having a rematch.
I want $5,000 that one of them rips the other one's shirt off, okay?
-I've got it. -Thanks.
Uh… Fuck. Okay, uh, I just… Uh, okay, I… I'm… I'm tr…
Hey! A thousand on Yumeko.
Oh. Uh, you… Okay.
You know what? Uh, bets are closed.
-So, bye. I gotta go. -What? What? No!
-Yeah. -This is the fight of the century!
Exactly. I need to get the app out.
I… I can't handle all this. I need quiet.
-Move over. -Hey, I… What?
Okay. I'll do the paperwork, you keep coding. Great? Amazing.
Yumeko to win on this side, Dori on this side. Okay? Great.
Look, I want a thousand on Yumeko, on credit. Got it?
-Deal. -Amazing.
Okay. Okay.
Logged.
Okay, two thousand.
The rules of the duel are simple. It's a duel.
You choose a weapon, and you duel.
Winner draws first blood.
I accept you're batshit, Dori. That's what I like about you.
-You sound like my mom. -Why are you rematching Yumeko?
She was down and out.
-Don't say it's because you were bored. -I'm bored.
Everything's boring.
I'm bored of everything, everywhere, all at once.
Including you.
Now if you don't mind, I'd like to decapitate a schoolmate, 'kay?
You show me yours, I'll show you mine.
Katanas!
School tie!
Huh, You gonna tie me up in front of everybody?
I knew you were kinky.
And I knew you would pick swords.
Passion gives you strength.
But to channel it, you must…
Holy shit.
Boring!
It's not an act. She's insane.
Oh!
-Oh! -Huh.
It's first blood! Yumeko wins!
Oh man!
I expect those books today.
Oh, you'll get every damn page.
In perfect condition.
Damn it!
The side bets. You launched your app?
No, this isn't me.
Good afternoon, students.
Your trusty Student Council has heard you loud and clear.
And they've coded your side bets into the system.
Side betting will now officially count in the real rankings!
You cloned my code! You stole…
Oh my…
You even stole my logo, you vulture!
-That was your logo? -It was a prototype!
Oh… my… God!
…like a tiny garter snake.
-The ones that bite you with their… -Hey, brother. Speak up, man.
Dori stole my code when she was licking my face.
You got your shots, right?
Ha ha.
Hey, Yumi, did you eat today?
I… I could raid the lounge, if you want.
-Yes. -Yeah?
Oh, I was just…
Yeah, I am hungry.
And, um… thank you for lending me this.
I'm glad it came in handy.
All right. Come on, Michael. Let's go forage like the manly men we are, yeah?
Yeah, I should go too.
You helped me today.
It was payback. They called me a cheater.
Hmm.
Ryan's sweet.
And soft. And weird.
Like a kiwi fruit.
I'm like 90% sure that rumor isn't true.
Rumor?
You don't know?
People say he murdered his own father.
I'm sorry! I'm sorry!
Listen to you!
Hi, Mikey.
You don't see it yet, but we're perfect for each other.
Sweet dreams.
Raymond Rowe, you knew my parents.
Oh, you're here. Great.
Um, there's someone I want you to meet.
Dad, this is my roommate, Yumeko Kawamoto.
Ah!
Nice to meet you, Mr…
I'm Raymond.
Raymond Rowe.