The Emperor's Club Page #4

You, Brutus, are at the center|of a conspiracy...

to kill Julius Caesar,...

you believe,|for the good of Rome.

Yet you're struggling profoundly|with the moral implications...

of murdering|Mark Antony as well.

Yeah, but I don't agree|with their plan.

Brutus doesn't agree|with their plan?

No. I don't agree|with their plan.

They should kill|Mark Antony too.

I mean,|Brutus is a p*ssy.

"A p*ssy"?

Because he has a conscience?

Because he believes there's a right way|and a wrong way? Oh, come on.

Antony ended up|taking him down, right?

Well, in a manner|of speaking, yes.

He and Octavius, but...|- But what?

Had they killed him,|as the other guy suggested,...

Cassius.|- Yeah. Him. If they'd done what he said,

Brutus might have gone on to be king.|- Emperor, in fact.

Exactly.|- Which he had no desire to be.

Whatever. He would've won.|- Yes, but at what cost? Remember Socrates?

Not really.

"It is not living that is important,|but living rightly."

Socrates chose to die|by unjust execution...

rather than break the laws of Athens|to which he had pledged obedience.

Another genius.

William, hold up!

Ellerby.|How are you, sir?

Very well. How are things|in the Latin Quarter?

Could not be happier.

For making me feel|so much at home.

I'm sure you have it, but you might|like it 'cause it's a first edition.

I found it in a rare bookshop next to a|copy of the Oresteia. Oh, really?

So young when he wrote this.

I happen to have attended a guest lecture|he gave at Dartmouth.

Really?|- Yeah.

It must have been something to grow up|around all that talent.

Oh, it was. Indeed.

Yes... Yes, he was...

Thank you.|Sure.

Very kind of you. Farewell.|I'll see you later.

Okay. Fio.|- I am made. I become.

Fis.

Hey, guys.

Fis.|You are made. You become.

Oh, okay,...

Fit?|- He, she, it is made.

He, she, it becomes.|It is done.

Okay, now for bonus points,|the plural of fit.

F-Fiunt.|Yeah.

Oh, okay.

Check it out.|It's from France.

Thanks.|U m. Studio.

I study.

Oh, my God.

Come on. I think we should be studying.|Oh, my God.

What?|- This shows hair.

What do you mean by "hair"?

Oh, my God.

Excuse me.

Uh, can I point out that if we get|caught around any of this we're dead?

I mean, seriously, we're dead.|- It'll be all right.

I'm going to my room|to study.

Here, Marty. Study this.

"The die is cast."

Mrs. Louis Masoudi.

Why are we doing this?|My allergies are killing me,

rocks in my shoes,|poison ivy all over the place.

I mean, the boathouse is off-limits,|and we can't leave school property.

What if this boat|has frickin' holes in it, huh?

[ Louis ]|Get over it, Martin.|Oh, God!

You guys just don't understand|the consequences.

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