The Emperor's Club Page #2

More precisely, oligarchy.

Tyranny is what we have|in this classroom. It works.

Mr. Bllythe?|Antisthenes: "We must have richness of soul."

Oh, it was, uh, Heraclitus, when he said a|man's character is his fate or his destiny.

Precisely. "Not to know what happened|before you were born...

is to be forever a child."

Mr.Julius Caesar...

is a Saint Benedict's tradition.

It is a contest held each year|in two phases.

The first, is a series of quizzes...

that will narrow the field|of competitors to three.

The second|is a public tournament...

where these three will take the stage|at Saint Benedict's Hall...

and answer questions|about Roman history,.

The last man standing|will be declared the winner...

and crowned|Mr.Julius Caesar.

Your father was a winner was he not, Mr. Bllythe?|- Yes, sir.

Would you point him out|to us, please?

A noble honor indeed.

Well, carry on, gentlemen.

Thank you, Mr. Woodbridge.

Finally, Caesararrives|at the Rubicon,

a small little river|which divides... Mr. Field?

Cisalpine Gaul from Italy.|- Correct.

He gathers his one legion around him.|A legion comprised of how many men... Mr. Grey?

6,000?|- 6,000 men. Pompey has 10 legions...

with the support of the Senate, and Caesar|is undaunted by these odds.

Suddenly... impulsively...

Caesar cries out! Mr. Mehta.

"Alea jacta est."|- "The die is cast!"

He crosses the Rubicon|only to find his enemies have fled.

He chases Pompey|all around the Mediterranean.

Finally, he arrives in Alexandria,|where the king of Egypt...

Mr. Masoudi?|- Ptolemy XIII?

Ptolemy XIII...|presents him with a gift...

the head of Pompey.

Mr. Hundert,...

I'd like you to make|the acquaintance...

of Mr. Sedgewick Bell.

Pleasure to meet you, Mr. Bell.

Well then, carry on, Mr. Hundert.

Nice to meet you, son.|Thank you, sir.

Gentlemen, I'd like you to welcome|a new member of our class,

Mr. Sedgewick Bell.

Come in.

The sign said|this was a boy's school.

It is a boy's school.|- So why is everyone wearing dresses?

These are not dresses.

This is a toga. It is a loose|outer garment worn by...

Worn by citizens of ancient Rome.|I know.

I was just... kidding with you.

The toga was best owed on young men|in recognition of their transition...

from childishness|to manhood.

So?

Please.|Come in. Sit down.

Have a seat here|behind Mr. Brewster.

You know what?|I actually think that I'm good here.

Mr. Bell.

Mr. Hundert.

Have a seat.

Now, uh, before I forget,...

tomorrow we will begin on Shakespeare's|Julius Caesar. I expect you all...

to be familiar with the play.

Mr. Bell, I'd like you to look|at the role of Brutus,...

the noblest Roman|of them all.

Mr. Masoudi, you have|a lean and hungry look,...

you'll read the part|of Cassius.

He's the son of Hyram Bell,...

the senior senator|from West Virginia.

Well, whoever the father is, the son|is a bit of a Visigoth, I'm afraid.

Is he that bad?|- No, I don't think so.

It's just new school bravado.|That's all. He'll be fine.

Sedgewick?

Right. Sedgewick.

Hey! Se-Sedgewick.

Um, some of us were just...

just wondering...

Actually, Martin... Martin was wondering|if you could keep it down.

He's trying to study.

Okay. All right. That's...

"I think it is not meet Mark Antony,|so well-beloved of Caesar,

"should outlive Caesar.

Let Antony and Caesar|fall together."

"Our course will seem|too bloody, Caius Cassius,

"to cut the head off|then hack the limbs.

Like wrath in death--"

"and envy afterwards,|for Antony is but a limb of Caesar.

Let us be sacrificers,|but not butchers."

"Let us be sacrificers,|but not butchers."

Yes, your Brutus|lacks conviction, Mr. Bell.

You do realize|what you're saying? The fate|ofthe Republic is at stake!

Not for me.

No. I realize that.

But try to imagine the|significance of the moment.

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.

They catch us and we get kicked out|and we don't get our tuition back.

Martin, mellow out, man!|I can't just mellow out!

I cannot get kicked out of here!|I'm a "legacy" for Christ's sake!

My father was|Mr.Julius Caesar.

Did he ever tell you what question he won on?|Did he ever not tell me?

"Which tribes invaded Rome|in 102 B.C.?"

Teutons and the Cimbri.

The last words out ofhis mouth|before he dropped me off here.

So, uh, Martin,

Dare you really, like,|Nervous about...

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