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had to get them through the desert somehow.

Can you cite an example

of any of these men...

who failed to respect the law,

or the rights of the individual?

Can Nietzsche explain that away,

Mr. Steiner?

Oh, I think so, sir.

If you've read him, sir, you remember

that he conceives the Superman...

as being detached

from such human emotions...

as anger, and greed, and

lust and the will to power.

And all completely beyond

my comprehension...

although apparently

not yours or Nietzsche's.

Perhaps my thinking

is outmoded.

But I still

cling to the theory...

that if we were all super-intellects,

we would, nevertheless...

- evolve our own code of laws.

- Uh, super-laws, sir.

Well.

An alien voice

in our midst.

And since I haven't heard it before,

Mr. Brooks...

I am forced to assume that you were not

with us earlier in the period.

Well, that's just an assumption, sir.

It can't be admitted as evidence.

Oh, very good, Mr. Brooks.

You surprise me.

But just for once, I shall take a leaf

from Nietzsche's book...

place myself above the law,

and grade you accordingly.

That will be all.

Every time I stick my neck out,

he chops my head off.

You get away with murder.

How come?

I don't know. He just doesn't seem

to think very fast.

He's supposed to be one of the brightest

men in the faculty.

I suppose he is.

About this Nietzsche stuff.

Do you really think...

- there are super-intellects?

- Yes, as a matter of fact, I do.

- Artie? - Swing into the alley, bam!

This torpedo cuts loose with a.38.

Aw, come on, Artie. Cut it out.

You think I'm kiddin'?

All right, what do you think that is, huh?

It looks like a moth hole.

Oh, no, Sid. He got that

running whiskey in from Canada.

- Just for the fun of it.

- Yeah, sure. Just for the fun of it.

You don't believe it, huh?

All right. I tell you what we'll do.

We'll all go down there tomorrow night,

the whole bunch of us. Okay?

The Four Deuces. Judd,

you know the place, don't ya?

We're almost late now, Artie.

All right, now wait a minute.

I gotta get this set.

Sid, you can ask Benny himself about me.

He runs the joint.

On, uh, Rush Street. 26.

Looks like a store.

- Mike? Mike, you'll be there. Sally, Pete.

- Yeah!

You can bring Ruth, can't you?

I'm supposed to work

the late shift at the Globe.

So? What time

do you get through?

No! No, no. Wait a minute. I tell you what.

Just meet us there. I can pick up Ruth.

OrJudd can. Oh, wait a minute.

You know Ruthie Evans, don't you?

- Hello.

- I don't believe I've had the pleasure.

- You do now, so that's all set.

Sid, okay? Ruthie? - Yeah, fine.

Perhaps Miss Evans

would rather wait for Sid.

- No. I don't mind.

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