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- Hey Rach.

I'm on the way.

- I think I want to do my paper
on Roman death penalties.

- Alright.

What's your argument?

- Well, the Romans were
really good at killing people.

- That's not exactly
an analytical thesis.

- I mean they
invented crucifixion.

The way they killed their
enemies was so bad ass.

- And effective.

- Right.

And uh...

- Spectacular.

- But they didn't
invent crucifixion.

- The Romans didn't invent
crucifixion per se.

It was the Persians, probably,
or the Assyrians.

The Persian method entailed
fixing the victim to either

a tree or single upright timber,
the so-called "torture stake,"

with the feet hanging
down freely.

Or sometimes, they would simply
impale the victim on the stake,

in much the same way we would
impale an animal

on a roasting spit.

- Yeah, that would hurt.

- Yes, of course the victim
would die of internal injuries

fairly quickly.

But the more traditional
Persian method was...

well, here, stand up.

Come on, up, up!

That's good.

See, the hands were fixed
over the head like so

and the feet hanging
free unsecured.

The victim's own bodyweight
would cause the chest cavity

to collapse in on the lungs,
causing asphyxia,

suffocation within hours.

Do you feel how it's already
harder for you to breathe?

- Mm-hmm.

- Now, Romans added the gibbet.

They stretched the
victim's arms like so,

probably dislocating the
shoulders in the process,

but they also added and this is
the interesting bit, William.

They added a little piece of
wood on which the victim could

rest his buttocks and
they secured his feet

and the ability to rest and then
even in excruciating agony,

to use the legs to elevate
the chest and breathe

gave the victims hope and the
victim's own will to survive

increased and prolonged
his suffering.

Death that once came in minutes
or hours, now took days.

So you see, William, the Romans
didn't invent crucifixion.

They perfected it.

- Oh, excuse me, Dr. Hadley,
am I interrupting?

- You said to come by at three
to discuss my revisions,

but no rush.

- No, no, no.

Come in. Come in.

We're finished here, yes?

- I just need to marinate
on what you said.

- Ruminate.

Unless you're aphasic.

Go.

Close the door on the way out.

Anna, sit.

I would say you made progress
with your chapter,

but I would be lying.

- The Greeks and Romans held
education above everything,

except perhaps tribe,
family, family honor.

The goal of the classical
education model,

even if not always the result,
the reason they studied

so intensely history,
philosophy, literature,

grammar, rhetoric, was to
inculcate in the human being,

the seeds of moral excellence.

See, they weren't just trying
to make people smarter.

They were trying to
make them better.

- Thank you, Dr. Rhodes.

- Thank you.

- Well, you've got a
year to prove that you're

the right person for this job.

The visiting appointment
is yours.

- Thank you.

- By the way, I really
enjoyed your book.

- Okie-Dokie artichokie.

Your copy of the lease.

- Thank you.

- And I'm sorry
about the students.

In advance.

- I would have gotten an A,
but she said that my font

was too big, so I didn't
meet the page requirement.

- Did you use an oversized
font on purpose?

I just think Bookman Old Style
is sexier than Times New Roman.

- It's one reason
to choose a font.

- Hi.

- Hi.

- Um...

Can I put this here?

- It's not my desk.

- I was told to ask for Jill.

- Um, yeah, she's, uh...

She's at lunch,
Dr. Rhodes.

You're early.

Yes, I was just going to sneak
in and leave a few things.

Nothing wrong with getting
a little head start.

- Last I looked, your office
hadn't been painted yet.

- We can find a place for that.

- I'm Anna.

I read your book.

- It was full of awesomeness.

How rude of me.

This is Anna, my preeminent
graduate student.

We were in the middle of a
meeting when you arrived.

Office.

- Sure.

- Welcome to my department,
Dr. Rhodes.

I think we can put
this somewhere safe.

You'll lock up when
you leave, please?

- Of course, Jill.

Thanks.

The Dean called for you when
you were in class earlier.

- Great.

Thanks.
Good night.

- Good night.

- What, Jan?

- Oh please, have a seat.

- I think I'll stand.

- Fine.

You have a student
named William Percy?

- If you're asking,
I'm sure I do.

- You apparently berated him
with a long and graphic tirade

about Roman crucifixion,
unceremoniously threw him

out of your office before
adequately addressing his

concerns about his term paper
and then when you graded said

term paper, added insult to
injury by writing comments like,

"Your conclusion on this score
is patently absurd."

- I was trying to teach
him something.

- By literally demonstrating
the effects of crucifixion

on his person?

What, have the past five years
in scholarly exile made you

so miserable, that you are now
taking out your frustrations

on your students?

Universities don't
operate like they used to.

- Will you get to
the point, please?

- What's happened to you, Val?

I know you have personal
responsibilities

- And the problem with
Mr. Percy is what?

- According to his mother,
he's having nightmares about you

and his anxiety level has
forced him to start seeing

a school counselor.

- Well, I hope it helps.

- Did you call him aphasic?

- His sister has a speech
impediment and it's real

and his parents are very
important patrons of the

This is the type of thing that
can turn into a PR disaster.

That's where the money is,
the very money that allows you

to do basically whatever it is
you want to do in your

little fiefdom!

Val.

How is your father?

- Nobody wants to teach
summer session.

It's a way in, you know.

- I'm just saying, if you
can't get tenure, then what?

- Fuck the chair of the
department, I suppose.

That worked for you, right?

- One of us should have
moved out.

It wasn't all me, Ben.

- No, you're right, Rach.

The losing the baby part,
that wasn't you.

The rest of it was
pretty straightforward.

You...

I hate you do this...

- Shit.

Goddamn it!

Fuck!

- Dr. Rhodes?

Do you live here?

- No, I just-I burned
my dinner, that's all.

I should, uh, get
some clothes on.

- Why?

- Morning, Pop.

- I'm Val.

I'm your son.

- Can we go for a ride
in the T-Bird today

and put the top down?

You know, along the old beach
road, past the Ferris wheel?

- Some other time, maybe.

- Oh, not today of course,
I know that.

You finish that degree yet?

- Indeed I did, Dad.

- Hey there, good seeing you.

- Whoa!

Dr. Fletcher.

- Just Fletcher, doctor,
that's my dad.

Ben Rhodes, man!

Fuck!

How's it going, man!

Good to see you, welcome
to the insane asylum, man.

Yeah, you'll find the
department, it's a gaggle

of batshit academics.

They're self-important
maniacs, and me, and now you.

30 seconds, I'm going to
punch somebody in the face!

Ha, ha, ha.

Hey!

You got that book.

I want to hear all
about it so we'll

talk a little later on, right?

- Okay man, I'll
catch you later.

- Hey, can I get you
something to drink?

- Sure.

What do you have on draft?

- A lot.

- That.

- Seems I neglected to invite
you to our little soiree.

- Ah.

I'm sure you have
a lot on your mind.

- Who did invite you?

- Dr. Hadley!

Hey, Dr. Rhodes, you made it!

- Such a thoughtful little bug.

Where's your wife?

- She's not here.

- Is she under the weather?

- No, she didn't come.

We're, we're separated,
actually.

- That wasn't part of the deal.

I'm teasing you, my esteemed
junior colleague.

- Dr. Hadley, might I have
just one dance, please?

- Dear Anna, no, I have
something of a headache.

- Dr. Rhodes?

- You don't need my permission.

- I don't dance.

- Neither do I.

Come on!

What?

- Nothing!

- What?

The cat's out of the bag now.

- I shouldn't.

- All the more reason
why maybe you should.

Ok.

What's the deal with him?

Hadley?

Don't tell him I told you this.

Don't tell him
you saw me naked.

I didn't, doofus!

His dad is sick.

He won't admit to it, but I
think he's getting worse.

Dr. Hadley used to always,
always, always be on campus

and now he's missing
office hours.

- That's his problem.

It looks like it's kept him
from publishing his new book.

He's always been sad, even
before his dad got bad.

Come on, twirl me.

- You got some moves!

- Hadley, why don't you join
the party, son of a bitch.

- Thank you.

- Why here?

- The great Valerian Hadley,
of course.

No, I'm just kidding.

A scholar of consequence
doesn't have Visiting Professor

next to his name
on his book jacket.

A permanent position here
would change all that.

- Oh, so it's just
about a title.

- And it was far.

- From your wife?

I shouldn't be sharing intimate
details of my personal life

with a potential student.

You should take one of
my classes sometime.

- Sorry to blow up your fantasy,
but I spend this summer

in Rome doing the last of
my dissertation research.

Next year writing
and I am D-U-N, done!

Must be a good feeling.

- Yeah.

- What are you writing on?

- Intruder alert!

Bahahahaaa.

Hey sorry man.

Listen, about this book
of yours, right?

Now I know that Cambridge...
mighty selective as to

on any old piece of shit,
that's what we're saying, right?

So I promise I'll read it.

I want to read it.

I swear, I mean not this week or
next month, but I will, I swear.

- It's no big deal.

- No, hey man.

- Alright, gentlemen.

I'm taking it in.

It was educational talking
to you, Dr. Rhodes.

Peace Fletch!

- Night Anna.

I know this guy who knows this
guy who knows this other guy,

got involved with a grad student
in his department.

It's tenure track, all the
bullshit bells and whistles,

very subtle, still turned
into a whole whack of shit.

There was a hearing, for fuck's
sake, finally it over

and he got a quite painful pay
free suspension disguised

as a sabbatical and that's
not even reason number one

why you should banish what's
in your mind right now

to a far the fuck away land.

Are you out of your
fucking mind, man?

Wait a sec.

You're married.

You little trollop.

Nice!

Man, hey, do you want
to smoke something?

- Oh come on, no, it's not pot.

No, it's something else from
Dr. Feldman in the chem lab.

It's nice. Come on,
let's go outside.

- I really shouldn't.

- You're missing out.

Don't do it, man.

- Morning sunshine.

How are you feeling?

- Anna?

- I had a lot of
fun last night.

I mean the whole night,
not just the-you know.

- I'm a little hazy on
last night, actually.

- Well, I was up late at my
computer and I heard you

singing outside.

- Yeah, that song from the bar,
the one we danced to?

When I found you, you had
fallen in the parking lot,

you could barely even walk.

Oh, fucking Fletcher.

Anna, I really-

I really appreciate you
taking care of me.

It was really sweet,
it really, really was,

but this isn't right.

I'm sorry, you're a student.

- Grad student.

This isn't going to get
weird now, is it?

- Ohhhhh...

Nooo...

It's already weird.

- You're real cute, though.

I didn't know you were
coming to visit today.

- Dad, I'm working now.

- You're working too hard,
from the looks of it.

I wanted to show you something.

- What is it?

- Your grandson wrote a book.

- Ben Rhodes?

Ben Rhodes, you got a package.

It's got summer sausage in it.

Yum!

- Wow, that's formidable.

- Yeah, who's it from?

- Whoa, sausage?

- Ah, my mom.

She thinks I'm off.

- Well, does your basket have
that spicy stone ground mustard

in it 'cause that will
pretty much fix anything.

It's like duct tape
except it's mustard.

Oh, I think I see a jar.

Mary, I am so glad
that I caught you.

Listen, I'm going to be
out of the country

for a couple of weeks
and I was wondering

if maybe you would
check my mail,

maybe set it aside
or something.

- Sorry, we don't do that.

- Come on, Terry, please,
I know it's last minute,

but I've got conference
notices and grants

and post doc stuff coming in.

- I know, but if I do it for
you, then I have to do it

for everybody.

So no, sorry.

- Shit balls!

I hate it when people say that.

- I do it for you, then I
have to do it for everybody.

You could just do it for
me because I'm nice

and you like me.

- I can still hear you talking.

- Love you, Terry!

- Hey, you going to Rome,
right?

Who cares?

- Are you feeling weird?

- So how many post docs
and conferences

did you apply to anyway?

- All of them.

Got to have a lot of lines
in the water.

- Just one in the right place.

Look, I could check
your mail for you.

- Mm, no, no, that's not
what I'm trying to do.

You just feel obligated
because we did it

and there's plenty of other
people that I could ask.

Am I taking advantage or
am I at least being a pain?

- Just give me a fucking key.

- Yes!

- Thank you for an
enlightening first day.

See you tomorrow with
your textbooks, please.

Please, please, pretty
please, get your textbooks.

Thank you.

- Dr. Rhodes?

- Yes?

- I'm Stephen.

- Yeah, look, I won't be
able to get my book

for like a week or so.

See, my financial aid check
hasn't posted yet

and I won't be able
to get the book or...

- Well, Stephen, you know,
this is an everyday course

over the summer, so it's
going to be really, really

difficult for you to
get anything out of it

if you don't have that book.

- Isn't there something
you can work out?

I mean, maybe you can borrow the
money from your parents or...

- I don't...

- Okay, I guess I might have
some extras buried in the

deep dark recesses of some box
somewhere if I can dig them out.

Um.

Tell you what.

- I think it's like $18.95
or something, I think.

- $18.95.

$18.95.

Get your textbook.

- Wow.

- I don't think that's the
word you're looking for.

- Holy mokie balls!

You scared me!

- I thought you were
supposed to be in the air.

- I was.

I mean, I am.

I just-shortly.

I just forgot some stuff
in my grad office.

Imagine that, huh?

- Well look.

Have a great trip.

- Anna, you have a
plane to catch.

- I do, I do.

Bye.

- Bye.

- I trust that when Anna
returns from Rome,

you'll keep your distance.

This is an important
year for her.

She's rather easily distracted.

- I hardly know her.

- Don't insult my intelligence.

- Hi Jill.

- Hi.

- The Latin verb,
educo, educare

from whence we get "education,"
literally means "to lead out."

The question I want each
and every one of you

to think about for
tomorrow is this.

Lead out what?

See you.

Yes, Stephen?

- Yeah, I think have to
drop this class.

- Why?

- It's just, it's just
a lot, you know.

I got a lot going on
and this is just-

I've just got to drop, alright?

I just got to.

- Bring me a drop form
during my office hours.

- Alright, whatever, man.

- Hey!

Don't whatever me.

Just out of curiosity,
why did you even

take this course to begin with?

I was just sitting around
the house one night.

I flipped some channels and I
found a show about Hannibal,

you know, how he crossed the
mountains with all those

guys and elephants.

He knew he was going
to take a hit, right?

But he did it anyway.

He had fucking balls.

Excuse my cussing.

And he got across with not
as many guys or elephants

as he started with, but he
kept winning and winning

and I figured if Hannibal spoke
Latin, I wanted to learn it too.

- Hannibal didn't speak Latin.

He was Carthaginian.

He hated the Romans.

That's why he crossed the Alps.

You owe me 20 bucks.

Come on, man.

Oh, hi.

- There's been a complaint,
a couple of them actually,

about the amount of homework
that you're assigning

in your Latin course.

- Ok.

- You're a little overzealous.

- Oh.

The course is called intensive
for a reason, right?

- Why are you getting
defensive?

- Look, Val.

I don't know who complained,
but the fact of the matter is,

students here are woefully
unprepared and under motivated.

I don't know how to say this,
but the guy who was teaching

the course before was
obviously a little...

- Was what?

Was... burned out,
old, apathetic.

- Exactly.

I think word has gotten around
that Latin was an easy A.

- And you're out to prove that
that is no longer the case,

- Learning a language,
learning anything worthwhile

shouldn't be some cakewalk.

- Maybe you could consult with
your fellow faculty members

about what they're doing so that
we're all on the same page

with you, so I won't have
to be bothered with carping

and you won't have to account
for low enrollment.

- I'm not going to
lower my standards,

if that's what you're asking.

- Oh, you will and you'll do
so without my having to ask.

Do keep in mind that the student
evaluations will be considered

by the department when they
decide whether to make your

appointment permanent.

We should get a drink sometime.

I think that would
be interesting.

Uh...

I taught that Latin class last,
by the way.

Not really, but I could have.

Maybe you should refrain from
making value judgments

about people that you know
absolutely nothing about.

- Nice spread you got here.

It's a little far out
though, don't you think?

- Insulation by nothingness.

That's the plan.

Do not make eye contact
with donkeys.

Trust me.

- I'm stockpiling-nice shot-
for the zombie apocalypse.

- I thought you were the
sane one in the department.

I'm the only one that knows
it's really happening.

Do you hear that story?

Seriously, man, that guy
in fucking wherever

who was eating that homeless
guy's face, remember that?

The cop showed up, shot the guy
a whole bunch of times

and he just looked up at him
and fucking growled

and went back to
eating the guy's face.

And of course they chalked
it up, they said it was drugs,

I've done enough and variegated
drugs to know whatever

crazy shit drugs make you do.

They do not make you
eat somebody's face.

You tell me where the
fuck we're headed.

- Smoking and firing a gun
at the same time.

That's not safe, is it?

- Is that a trick question?

I can do it.

- Look, I gotta ask you.

Hadley, he asked me
out for drinks.

Is that weird?

- He asked you?

- Yeah.

- Hadley asked you.

- Yeah, that's correct.

- Well, Hadley hates pretty
much everybody, right?

On the other hand,
he is rarely intimidated

I mean, he's the fucking
cock of the lot, right?

Better watch your ass.

Here, pop off a few with this?

I'll set it on full auto.

Watch your finger,
not yet, not yet.

- DO IT!!

- YEAH!

SHIT!

- Yeah!

Whew!

- I don't like it.

- You missed.

- No, really.

- Oh, come on.

It's the cordite.

- My shoulder hurts.

- Yeah? Come on.

- I'm going to let you take it.

You sure?
Yeah.

Crazy shit in that.

- I'm just going to watch you.

- Yeah, just go ahead.

Maybe point that in
the other direction.

- Ha, ha, ha, ha.

What's that what?

Baha, ha, ha, ha.

Safety first, man.

What do you think,
I'm a fucking idiot?

- Don't you love summer?

Any excuse to get wet.

Who are you?

- Ben Rhodes.

Classics department.

- Sex or death?

Which would it be?

- Both.

Always both.

- I'm Stacy.

Polymer Science.

- Let me guess,
graduate student?

- Fuck you.

- That was kind of rough.

I think liked it.

- Where are you from?

- What, do I have an accent?

- What the hell is
polymer science anyway?

I know it's plastics, right?

How do you teach plastics?

- It's science.

You don't teach, you show.

- That's a postcard.

- You don't say.

- It's from, uh...

- Don't get cheeky
with me, Rhodes,

it's from Anna Densmore, yes?

- Yes.

Are you friends with Anna?

- We're acquaintances, I guess.

We see each other in
the workout room a lot.

Sweet girl, Anna.

You guys have a thing?

I'm just checking her
mail while she's away.

- It's no big deal if you do.

I don't have a problem
with other women.

It can even be entertaining.

Kids, that's a different issue.

- You don't like kids?

- Shit, you don't have any,
do you?

I usually ask before.

- No-no, no, I don't.

- It's not kids.

It's parents.

They get all shithouse
insane about their children,

don't they?

Anytime I fucked a guy who
had a kid, I regretted it

and I'm not a regretter.

Well, I have to go.

Come find me in my
office sometime.

Second floor,
Polymer Science Building.

I've even got a window.

- You know, I read your
book before we hired you

and I was struck by the
clarity of its argument.

So much modern scholarship
is muddy and mercurial

and that was true of
what I read

from the other candidates
as well.

Your book, however,
is a circus feat.

It combines clarity,
precision and accessibility.

- Like "Sex and Death."

Do you mean that
or are you kissing my ass?

- Would it help my cause?

- That book succeeded because
of its elemental choice

of subject matter, as
evidenced by the fact

that nothing that I've
written since then

has been nearly as successful
or as well received.

So you see, I gain nothing
by kissing your ass,

as cute as it is, so I hope
you can appreciate

the fact that I mean
everything I say.

- Ok, well...

thank you.

- For what?

I'm a hopeless, idealistic
and dying minority, my friend.

- I guess that makes two of us.

- Don't compare yourself to me.

So you're going to the
conference this weekend?

- Uh, yeah, the old fall
semester kickoff classic.

- Don't fuck it up.

- Ben Rhodes, Hank Milner,
Fordham.

Your talk was extremely
compelling.

The work you're doing on honor
and shame, it feels so fresh,

but at the same time,
it's long overdue.

You know, I'm doing a talk
tomorrow on Linear B

I'd really like it
if you could come by.

- Yeah, um, excuse me.

- A little avant-garde,
I went with this one.

- Yeah.

Hello, Ben.

- What are you doing here?

- Well, it is an
academic conference.

You don't think you'll get all
those in the divorce, do you?

- It's not a conference that
you've attended in the past,

at least not as anything but
my wife, which is how I know

that you know, that I
always come here.

- Well, Ed does some work on
Platonism and we wrote a paper

together on Plutonic Influences
on the Early Modern Rationalist.

- You wrote a paper together.

- Some of us are trying
to move on with our lives.

- What do you think I'm doing?

- Bro, what are you
looking to do here?

- Did you just call me bro?

Because you have graduate
degrees, for fuck's sake.

- I have, bro, believe me,
because if I hadn't,

I'd slam your fucking face
into this bar right now

and not just for fucking
my wife, but for showing up

at my conference
just to piss me off.

And by the way, between you and
me, despite whatever lies she

told you, we kept fucking
till the day I left.

Cheers... bro.

- Goddamn it, Ben,
for somebody so smart,

you can be pretty
fucking stupid.

- Thanks.

We should come up with names.

- We're definitely having a
boy because I need

someone to inherit my...

- An heir.

Spell baby, B-A-B-Y.

Yeah, B-A-B-Y, yeah,
you're on the right track.

Lawrence, James, it's
an English name.

Brother of Jesus,
for Christ's sake.

It's King James, right?

Like rule the fucking world.

- Fucked up the Bible
and ruled the world.

I think Evan's growing on me.

Augustus.

I'm not sold.

And, after one of our
favorite positions.

- Jackson!

- I just can't believe you were
making love to him

while you were with me.

- Ed, he was, he is,
still technically my husband.

- I know, but why can't you
tell or share that with me

instead of me finding out later?

As far as I'm concerned,
it's very irresponsible.

- I understand where
you're coming from.

I'm sorry.

- Remember when we did that?

You know, when you write
something down...

it's real.

- Oh Christ, this is
ridiculous.

- Baby, don't do this.

- You're an asshole.

Department
of Classical Studies.

One moment, please.

Val, I have Don from
Oxford Publishing for you.

Send him through.

Later.

- It wasn't all that important.

- No, it was a bomb threat,
but it can wait till tomorrow.

It's not a big deal.

Goddamn it!

Get me a number for
Jack Wells at Columbia.

Shhhhhhh..shit.

- Dr. Rhodes?

Young man in a hurry.

- Off to class.

- I'll walk with you.

- I'm so sorry I couldn't
schedule a formal welcome

meeting, you know a real sit
down lunch over the summer.

You don't quite get to
know somebody during

the interview process.

- It wasn't necessary.

- Oh, my reputation
precedes me?

Never quite sure if that's
a good or bad thing?

- Good, in this instance.

- Well, if there's anything I
can provide in the way of help

or advice with the new semester
upon us, do let me know.

- One can lose his way very
quickly in the current

academic climate.

If I may offer a potential
example, I processed an

unusual number of drops for your
courses during summer session.

Now you are a rigorous
and tireless champion

of the humanities, I get that
and children are lazy,

shamefully so, but know this.

I've been in the business
of education a long time.

I stopped being an idealist
a long time ago

because education
is a business.

That's the reality.

You want to be a champion
of the humanities?

You got to, forgive
my crudeness,

put asses in seats
and keep them there.

You see, I have to justify our
existence to a budget committee

once a month and I accepted the
sad fact that there's only one

language that they understand
and unfortunately,

it's not Latin.

So you better get to class.

- Right.

- Right.

- Honor, in ancient
Mediterranean societies,

it was more valuable
than gold or silver,

fighting men or even lands,
but honor was believed to be

There was only so much
of it to go around.

To acquire it, you had to
take it from somebody else

to their shame.

Only those individuals who
possessed power, resources

or influence held honor and
they were ready to snuff out

utterly anyone who threatened
to take it from them.

It's only through a firm
understanding of this honor

shame construct, that we can
ever really appreciate the

culture of the ancient world and
everything that grew out of it.

Take the famous admonition of
Jesus from Matthew 5:39:

"If anyone strikes you
on the right cheek,

turn and give them
the other also."

In the ancient world,
everybody was right-handed.

There was some not-so hygienic
uses of the left hand,

we won't go into.

To be left handed was to be
cursed by the gods, corrupted,

a complete outcast.

So, in a right handed world,
you're going to strike

somebody on the right cheek,
you have to back hand them.

A dismissive gesture, the
gesture a master would give

to a slave, a shame
inducing gesture,

but if the victim turns and
offers his or her attacker

the other cheek, now the
attacker must strike

with an open hand,

as he would at evil.

You're still going
to get hit, right?

But now you're going to get hit
standing on the same plane

as the guy who's hitting you
and that, folks, is why Jesus

was so dangerous because
he challenged people

to claim their honor.

He dared to suggest, he dared
to suggest, that honor was not

merely the purview of the
dominant powers, but in fact,

was available to everyone-

everyone, that is,

who was willing to claim it.

See you next time.

- Hey, you!

I don't think you're
registered for this class.

- You still have
my mailbox key.

- You're a key hoarder,
aren't you?

- It's in my office.

- Perfect.

Headed that way.

- So you like
what you heard, eh?

- I loved it.

- That's great.

Because, you know,
I'm very insecure.

- I think you'll overcome that.

- I loved the postcard,
by the way.

- Oh, you're thoroughly
welcome.

Thank you for checking my mail.

Where is my postcard?

- Val, can you sign a
grade change form?

- Mm-hmm.

Anna.

- Dr. Hadley!

I was just coming to see you.

- My office is over here.

Remember?

- Hey, I know that we were
supposed to meet this afternoon

to talk about my chapter,
but something came up.

Do you think that we could
meet tomorrow at maybe 10:00?

- Sure.

From what I've read, we have
a lot of work to do.

- I can't wait to hear
what he's going to say.

Kah!

- Writing a dissertation is
really more about endurance

At the end of the day,
it's just about surviving.

- Gratzie.

- So, I have to ask.

Who's "J"?

Sorry to interrupt
whatever's going on here.

Anna, I need to make
tomorrow 11:00.

I've got something that's going
to keep me occupied till 10:30.

I wouldn't want to
keep you waiting.

Department
of Classical Studies.

11:00 is perfect.

See you then.

- Ben, you have a phone call.

I'm sending it through.

- Thanks, Jill.

- I'll let you get that.

- Ben Rhodes.

Mother, really.

Why are you calling
me on my office phone?

- I'm just going to let you...

I'll see you later.

- You have an appointment in
the morning with the doctor.

I'm getting you up early.

- What's the doctor
going to tell me

that I don't already know?

- Why aren't you eating?

- I'm not hungry.

And why isn't your
mother joining us?

- Mom is gone, Dad.

- Gone where?

- Did you eat anything all day?

- I used to build things.

- You were in construction.

Made a lot of money in it.

- Did I build this house?

- You renovated it.

You rebuilt it, in a way.

- It's so dark.

I'd like to go for a ride in
the sun, down by the water

or go down to the beach,
get in the waves

and maybe the fair
will be open.

We can get cotton candy
the way we used to.

Remember?

You used to take
us all the time.

- You're not thinking
about me, Dad.

I'm your son.

Now eat.

Here.

Have some more win.

- You've been rather
mean lately.

Is it your job?

- I'm Val, okay?

- Goddamn it,
I know who you are.

Do you take me for a fool?

I want to get in the water,
you asshole!

I want to get in the
goddamn waves!

- Father, calm down now,
come on.

- God damn you!

I want nothing.

Out!

- You'll do well to learn
to control your temper.

- It looks like you need
only three more hours

and you will have met your
requirement for the major.

- That's one course
this coming spring.

I'm doing my course on Roman
spectacles if you're interested.

- So, that's going to be a lot
on gladiators and stuff?

- Well not just gladiators,
but also it's on Roman games

and entertainment, athletic
contests, wild beast hunts,

public executions, theater
and their contribution

to the Roman ethos.

It's very interesting
subject matter.

- Awesome, but I was thinking
of taking Dr. Rhodes' class

on the Punic Wars.

Is that cool with you?

- Yeah.

Ah!

Oh!

- I saw your girl
today at the gym.

- Come on, man.

- She likes you.

I don't know why, you're
a neurotic fucking idiot.

- Did you say something
to her about me?

- What if I did?

- I'm serious.

You're going to
get me in trouble.

I mean, she's in my department
and I have a career

with your student.

- You're impossible.

- Accountability's
a bitch, right?

- Accountability for what?

I haven't done anything.

- Get out of my chair.

- Seriously.

Accountability, the very
concept doesn't exist anymore.

I mean, I've spent my entire
life neurotically

trying to hold myself
accountable and for what?

I don't see anybody else
doing the same thing.

Not my wife, certainly
not my students.

- And whose fault is that?

- The Romans had a practice
called decimation whereby

for a failure on
the battlefield,

the Roman General would
order his men to cast lots

and line up accordingly
and every 10th man

was bludgeoned to death
by the nine before him.

Beaten to death.

Now, whether you're doing the
beating or getting beaten,

that's a pretty steep
price for failure.

- Hey, let's be here now.

- Ahh, people don't give a shit
because they don't have to.

Not only is there no steep
price for failure anymore.

There are no repercussions at
all, not unless God forbid,

you don't have enough asses
in your classroom seats.

- Stop bitching,
you fucking girl.

- I think I have an ulcer.

- You don't take that
for an ulcer, dummy.

Here we go.

- Where am I?

- In your bed, Dad.

- Oh.

I have to go to the office.

I have a big job to bid on.

- You sold that company, Dad.

Time to take your pill.

I built it-I, I wouldn't...

I have a son to give it to.

- It's time for bed, Dad.

Come on, take your pill,
please.

- Where is that woman that
used to come around?

Huh?

Jan. Jan!

She was good for you.

Where am I?

- You're in bed, Dad.

Come on.

Come on.

Goodnight.

- It must be getting bad
for you to call me.

- There isn't anyone else.

- Mmm, whose fault is that?

- I didn't call you
so you could insult me.

I don't know how to-

I don't know how to proceed.

- With your father?

- You steadied me, Jan.

It was like a fucking
straightjacket sometimes,

but you steadied me.

- I think that's the first time
I have ever heard you imply

that you actually needed someone
other than yourself.

- Oh fuck you, Jan.

That's not what I said.

- Yes you did and
I loved you too.

I loved your family,
your mother.

My mother, the little
history teacher,

the slave to sixth graders
her entire career.

What a wonderful existence
that must have been.

- We both had other priorities.

We made choices.

- Let's just stop talking,
okay?

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry I wasted your time.

There you are.

There are far too
many generalities here,

insufficiently supported by
evidence and citing modern

scholars who agree with your
conclusions is not enough.

And certainly not, if you don't
point to and sufficiently

examine the evidence
that they present.

I mean, this is sloppy.

This is beneath you.

- I understand, I'm sorry.

- And don't apologize.

Where is the evidence that
supports your argument?

- Okay, but for the
purpose of this chapter,

is there any real doubt
that late Roman Italy

was in a state of severe
economic decline?

- You tell me.

This department paid for
you to go to Italy,

to read the manuscripts,
to examine closely

the material evidence.

Did you learn anything new or
were you out site seeing

I mean, what did the evidence
tell you, because I don't find

anything in this chapter that
you could not have concluded

by spending a couple of
afternoons in our own library.

- Well, that's a bit of an
overstatement, don't you think?

- You must always anticipate
the counter argument, Anna.

That's what you don't do.

You can't just jump
to a conclusion

without documenting
supporting evidence.

You can't do that.

Do you expect the scholarly
community to buy what you are

selling simply because you
asserted in colorful,

crisply written prose?

No, they'll make it their
mission to tear you down

and the fact that you're
my student will make them

even more eager to do so.

- Have I done something
to upset you?

- You need to get to work.

This needs to be priority
number one, nothing else.

I want you to look over my notes
carefully and bring me

something of quality after
Christmas break.

- Hi.

- Sorry to bother you at home.

- Wanted to see if I could
convince you to entertain

a discussion about
my dissertation.

- What are those?

- You've seen these before.

These are death masks.

- They're morbid.

- How's that?

- Is this a Saint-Emilion
Bordeaux?

- Yes, Chateau Canon
la Gaffeliere.

- Mmm, one of the oldest
wine producing regions

in the world, yes?

- Indeed.

The Romans started planting
there as early as

the second century CE.

What's interesting about this
particular estate

is it was built by the
Comte de Malets-Roqueforts

on the remains of a leper colony
that was still in operation

as late as the 17th Century.

- What happened to the lepers?

Hmm, this reminds me of a wine
your mother and I used to get

at a very small but eclectic
shop near the pier,

probably not as expensive as
this but the perfect complement

to your mother's lasagna.

Do you remember your mother
and I taking you to the pier?

You always wanted to go at night
when the lights were all on,

the lights of the Ferris wheel,

or as you called it,
the fairest wheel.

- I don't remember that at all.

- Oh.

- Dad.

Dad!

Hey!

Are you alright?

- Ah.

- What?

- I think I just passed gas.

You've never passed gas?

- Agghh.

- We were supposed to be
talking about your paper, right?

- You're sleeping with
Stacy Castillo, right?

- Why do you ask?

- I know that you are.

- Are you mad at me?

Maybe-maybe I ought to walk
you to your apartment.

Come on.

- Is that your diploma?

- Yup.

- Why is it in your closet?

- Ask me again sometime.

- And that's where we hit
the epic and I'm talking epic.

Homer was the biggest bad ass
when it came to poetry.

I mean, we're talking seriously.

That is Mr. T, right?

The Godzilla of the literature,
this guy was the absolute best.

But listen, you guys
get out of here.

Next class.

Achilles, versus Hector.

Steel cage match,
loser leaves town.

You don't want to miss this one.

Be ready to rumble!

Have fun, drive safe!

Very compelling stuff, sir.

- Hey, sorry if I was a
little long winded,

Hey, you're just the
man I wanted to talk to.

There's this brand new state of
the art paintball facility

that just opened up, okay?

I know you were a little
freaked out with the guns

and they got the kick
and the powder smell

and all that kind of stuff's
kind of scary, okay,

The thing with paintball,
not like that.

There's no powder, there's
no kick, nothing like that,

alright?

And pretty soon accuracy is-
it's going to be critical.

- This weekend maybe.

- Yeah.

Fuck! Goddamn it!

No, mother-I can't,
I'm presenting, man.

The Archeological Association
Conference,

publish or perish and all
that bullshit, right?

We do what we got to do,
but then we play paintball,

not this weekend, next weekend
and I'm going to fucking

waste your ass too, I mean
figuratively, not real,

but I'm going to-alright?

If you're on my team at
school, then it's cool,

but if you're not on my team,
I'll fucking hurt you.

I mean not really,
I won't really do that,

but I get into it
'cause it's good.

Alright, have a good class.

I got to roll.

Catch ya in a bit.

- See ya.

- Dr. Rhodes, hey.

Next office hours and
discuss my term paper.

You really made my last
discussion paper bleed

and I need to do better on this.

- I hope I didn't do
any permanent damage.

- I can take it.

I've had Dr. Hadley, so.

- Okay.

Well, um, what are you
doing right now.

- Really?

Bad ass.

- So, I'm thinking about Roman
navel strategies

and the way that it
developed between first

and second Punic Wars.

- Victorian English excavators
of Pompeii found themselves

completely aghast at the hoards
of sexual images that they found

underneath the volcanic ash,
from forearm size bronze

phalluses, which the residents
would hang in their doorways,

to depictions of various sexual
positions from the city brothel,

which would allow the customers
to choose their pleasure

as they would from a
fast food value menu.

- Dr. Hadley, I'm sorry
to interrupt.

- Regarding.
- Your father.

- Dismissed.

- Mr. Hadley.

- Yes?

Marie, I am so sorry.

- I'm just glad he came to
my house before anything

more serious could happen.

- He was going around knocking
on doors, asking people if they

can give him a ride to
pick up his father at work.

- Dad, what did I tell
you about leaving home?

You have everything you could
possibly need, right here.

Why would you leave home?

- I was looking for you.

- You know I'm at the
university.

- You were so late
in coming home.

- Why didn't you call me?

- I didn't have a phone number.

- Jesus Christ, Dad, it is
taped to the telephone.

- Mr. Hadley...

I had an aunt, she went
downhill pretty fast.

Don't want to tell you how
to handle your family,

you might want to think about
a full time caregiver?

Have a good day.

- Excuse me, Officer.

Why the disclaimer?

And then you did just that.

Why bother couching
it as a disclaimer?

- Hey.

Just some free advice,
that's all.

Well, I'll consider
myself advised, then.

Thank you very much.

Dad?

- Ben Rhodes,
you got a package.

Catch!

- Thanks!

- Hey!

You still owe me 20 bucks.

- Right, right.

- What's with the fatigues?

- ROTC.

But not for long, not worth
the education part.

Yeah, I'm just-I'm just going
to enlist after this semester.

- So you're just dropping
out of school altogether.

- Look doc, I mean this college
thing ain't working out.

I'm just not exactly
book smart, you know.

I mean, you saw the grades
I got in your class, right?

If I can't hack an intro
to language class,

I don't stand a chance.

Hey look, I can't learn for
shit, but I can shoot

and the military's
happy to have me.

- I've seen you in my classes.

- Hey look, I hope it's okay.

You know, just because
I can't do the work,

that don't mean
I'm not interested.

- It's fine.

- Yeah, so I heard you're
teaching a class on

Hannibal the Carthaginian now.

All because of me, right?

- Well, it's not a course
on Hannibal, per se.

- Yeah, per se, right.

- Hey, do you happen to know
anything about paintball?

- Hell yeah I do.

I love paintball.

- Let's talk.

- Heaven cannot brook two suns,
nor earth two masters!

Whoo!

- You work with this psycho?!

Holy shit.

- Hannibal did not
have paintball guns.

But if he did, I would
imagine this is how

he would have used them.

- Right.

- Fish in a fuckin' barrel...

- Let's get the son of a bitch.

- Ready?

On cue, 1, 2, 3, let's go!

Ahhh, grrr, errr...

- Die motherfucker!

Goddamn it!

Motherfucker!

- Told you I could shoot.

- Wooooo!

- Bullshit.

How you like me now?!

Total bullshit.

- Question mark.

Big question mark,
circle around it.

Big question mark, a whole
family of question marks here.

Aagh!

Nuggets!

- Okay, you're right, smarty
pants I slept with Anna, I did.

- Fucking knew it.

Before us, right?

- Uh, end of last spring term.

I was high at the time,
I know that's no excuse.

- Why now do you feel you have
to explain yourself to me?

You're free to fuck
whomever you want.

I told you the deal.

Tricky with your job though.

- Ah, yes, "the deal."

How could I forget and yet,
here we are on a date.

- Ever had a pool cue
shoved up your ass before?

- That's a bit kinky,
even for you.

Why can't you just admit it.

You really like me, why
don't you just say it?

Come on, you'll feel better.

- Nothing lasts, Ben.

I don't expect it to.

Whatever I can't feel or touch
or smell or taste,

right this second,
it's pipedreams and promises

and smoke and mirrors.

It's your shot.

- I never told you...

but I was going to have a kid,
a son.

I lost him.

- No.

- No?

- Try again.

- I don't understand.

- Your chapter isn't there yet.

Because I went through and
painstakingly addressed

every single one of your notes.

- Obviously, you didn't.

You'll have to go
through it again.

I've made copious
notes throughout.

- In question marks?

- What?

I guess I'm just going
to go get to work.

- Sit down.

I didn't dismiss you.

Tell me, do you want
to learn something

or are you interested in
other things right now?

- What are you talking about?

- Do you want to throw away
everything that we've done

for some fleeting moment
of carnal gratification?

- You're out of line.

- Am I?

First, you don't know what
you're talking about.

Second, there's my work and then
there's my personal life

and you may be my mentor in
one but you have no business

- That's where you're wrong
because your work is your life

and everything else is debris
and distraction and you're a

fool if you think that there's
some distinction for you

or anybody else.

What do you think,
I'm a fanatic?

I am a fanatic.

If somebody came to me and said,
tomorrow that I could

read the lost books of the
Annals of Tacitus

but I'd have to be
crucified subsequently,

I would take that bargain.

I would take that bargain
in a second

because people come and go,
but knowledge

can never be taken away.

- What about your own father?

- What did you say?

- Everything can be taken away.

- I'm going to have to
seriously consider

whether you and I can
continue working together.

- Yeah, me too.

Ahhhh!

- Somebody needs you.

What happened?

Want to talk about it?

This place is amazing.

How did you find it?

The Coronation of Charlemagne.

- So...

who's "J"?

- Julia was-is my sister.

She always wanted to be like the
female version of Indiana Jones,

not like stupid Laura Croft,
like hard core Indy.

She wanted to teach and dig,
find stuff, put it in museums.

She got leukemia early in high
school, six months,

she was gone.

- These are Roman oil lamps.

What is this place?

- Heaven.

- I'm sorry, go ahead.

- Junior year, the year after,
you know,

I had this really amazing
AP history teacher,

Mrs. Bertolsen.

She was Julia's favorite.

I guess back then I thought
there wasn't anything outside

America, like I knew that there
was because I had seen Raiders

like a thousand times, but
everything in school was,

the American Revolution,
the Civil War,

America's involvement in World
War II, like they don't even

try to tell you how vast and
diverse the world is,

but Mrs. B talked a lot
about Greeks and Romans

and she said there would
be no "us" without them.

She had-she had this bowl,
this bronze bowl on her desk

that she got in Greece
and it had Cleo on it,

the muse of history-okay,
you know-so it had Cleo on it

and every day before class,
she would take this bag

of dry rice out from under her
desk and she would sprinkle

some grains in the bowl
as an offering to Cleo

and I thought that was so cool!

Like before, I thought my sister
was just this big nerd

and then after, it was like
history had this...

fairy dust all around it.

And I'm geeking myself out!

But, I owe it to Julia
to get this degree.

- This is pop-up puzzle,
of the Vatican?

Which is really weird and
really cool at the same time.

- I wrote to you in there.

- What are you going
to do about Hadley?

- Fuck Hadley.

- Anna.

I mean, I wish it was and the
fact of the matter is,

you need him to get your degree.

- Ben, no offense,
but you don't know him

the way that I know him.

- Can I read what you have?

I might be able to help.

You can read it
on one condition.

- Why do you keep your
diploma in your closet?

- Ahhhh...

of your soul to get one of
those pieces of paper, right?

I mean, if you really earn it.

- So you keep yours
hidden in the closet?

- I mean, who else needs
to see it but me?

The only reason I keep it at
all is so that every morning

when I grab my jacket
and walk out the door,

I'll be reminded of what it cost
and maybe I'll be motivated

to use it to do some good.

- Paahh!

Approved!

- Do you really want
to know what I think?

Okay.

One more!

- Fucking genius!

- Thank you.

- Hey, loopty loo.

- Hey, you.

- I got you the paper.

- Oh, great.

- How do you take your coffee?

- Half and half.

- Mmm, hmm.

- So, I know that we both have
a lot of work to do today,

but I was thinking that work
goes down a lot smoother with...

Da, da, da, da!

Bloody Marys!

- I love a good Bloody Mary.

- I know.

- Uh, I need to make
a phone call.

- Right now?!

- I'm here for an interview,
Department of Philosophy

and Religion at Harkin
just up the road.

- I know where it is.

How's my dog?

What took you so long?

- Do you remember our dream,
teaching at some respectable

little liberal arts college by a
lake, smaller classes,

motivated students, a place
where humanities is king?

- What's wrong with
the job you have?

- After you left, I was late.

I started worrying.

Holy shit, what if
I'm pregnant again?

- Would you even have known
who the father was?

- I told you, I always
used condoms with Ed.

- I'm just saying it would have
changed things, wouldn't it?

- For you, maybe, not for me.

- I was angry and I got caught
up in it and you weren't there.

- Where is your signature?

- Did we make a mistake, Ben?

- What are you going to do
if they offer you the job?

- What do you suggest I do?

- Same thing you
always do, Rach.

What's best for you.

- Ben?

It's not what you
write down that's real.

It's what you do in the end.

- Coffee's on me.

- Dad?

Goddamn it.

Dad!

Come on, coffee's ready.

Hello!

- Hey, guys.

Did you hear?

- Hadley's dad.

Yeah, he found him
this morning.

- Yeah, and to make matters
even more upsetting,

he actually came in,
so tread gracefully.

- Ah, shit.

- I said things to him.

- What happened to
"Fuck Hadley."

- I was mad.

I was venting.

I feel like I should do
something, some gesture.

- So do something.

- Mr. Hadley?

- Yes.

- My condolences, sir.

- Mm-hmm.

- I'm telling you, you've
got to do what I do, right?

I post them all around
campus for my classes,

make them up myself,
kind of a comic book thing.

- It's embarrassing.

My classes are
full to the brim.

Yours are...

- Dr. Rhodes.

I didn't know you had a visitor.

May I see you in my
office right now?

- Dean Messer, you deign to
walk among us mere mortals?

- Go fuck yourself, Fletcher.

- Have fun.

- I'm disappointed to do this,
but this is a formal warning.

- I don't understand.

- Well, understand this.

I have received a report that
you have been seen in private

with a student in your
department

and that you are involved.

That's all I know and
that's all I want to know,

but if I find out
anything definitive,

I will terminate
you immediately.

So I suggest whatever's
going on, you put an end to it.

In this day and age, even the
scent of impropriety between

a faculty member and a student,
it jeopardizes all of us

and the prestige of
this university.

Do I make myself clear?

- Yes, ma'am.

May I go?

- You may go.

- She was the secretary at
his construction office.

She actually cares
that he's gone.

- I'm here, Val.

Okay?

- Why are you asking me?

- Because you're my friend.

- I'm not your friend, Ben.

We fucked and we don't
even do that anymore.

- What does that mean?

I've been preoccupied, okay?

- With Anna, with Hadley,
with trying to do my job,

trying to make a future here,
maybe find some peace of mind.

- And fucking keeps you
from doing that.

- I just thought you might have
something to contribute,

you know, some piece of advice,
primarily what to do

about Hadley.

- Do nothing.

He ratted me out to the Dean
and you know

he's not going to stop there.

- He didn't rat you out, Ben.

I did.

- I mean, I didn't think she'd
go all formal with it.

I thought you didn't give a
shit who I see, what I do.

You're so fucking liberated!

You came and got me that day,
with Anna in the workout room.

- Because that day, it was
the right thing to do.

- Ah!

Fucking Judas!

- Because I do give a shit,
goddamn it.

I care about you.

- You care about me?

- More than I want to,
believe me.

That doesn't change a fact,
so fuck you very much

and get the fuck out of my pool.

- You care about me.

Is that what you just said?

You care about me.

Stacy!

But you're too busy pissing
and moaning and pouting,

that you don't even know
what's good for you or who.

Do you think you're the only one
who ever got a shit hand, Ben?

It's called life and guess what?

It happens to everybody.

- Aah!

- I should have gone
to the wake.

- Jill arranged it so the
big day would be today.

- What about us?

- What about us?

- A glass of wine, please.

- I've got a little marijuana
in my back pocket

and I'm willing to share.

Hey.

- Hey man.

- Hey Anna.

- Hey Fletch.

- I hate this.

- What's that?

- I hate it, death, man.

It sucks balls, man.

I don't know what the
fuck to say to somebody.

That and it's fucking Hadley,
right?

- Can I have a vodka tonic.

Do you want something?

Hey, do you want something?

- No thanks, no right now.

Excuse me a second.

- How's she doing?

- Eh...

- Make sure you get
something to eat.

There's a lot of
food over there.

Good stuff.

I always like to take
some shit home.

- Dr. Hadley...

I'm sorry.

- Thank you, Anna.

- Val, do you want
to say something?

You should say something.

- Um, sure.

We'll talk a little bit later.

- Excuse me, everyone.

Everyone, excuse me.

Val would like to
say a few words.

- Uh, thank you.

Thank you, all of
you for being here.

- I think I'll have
that drink now.

In my profession, we
talk to audiences for a living.

There are some among us who love
to hear ourselves talk,

but in those personal moments
when we ought to have

something truly profound to say,
we so often fall short.

- I know that Val and his
father are very grateful for

your presence and for your
continued thought and prayers.

I'm just gonna
sit here, thank you.

- I think I'd like to stay and
help clean up or something.

- You don't have to do that.

You're overcompensating.

Jill's here.

- I think Jill's done enough.

Just give me an hour.

What do you think
happens when somebody dies?

Wow.

Um, that's hard.

- I mean, do you think
we go on?

- Yes.

We just don't know whether
or not we know it.

- I've been doing a lot of
work recently on the

Roman Cult of Ancestors and
they take the death masks

of deceased relatives and
put them around their house

and they celebrate them nightly
and not just as a measure

of remembrance, but as a
petition for protection

because where the dead
are remembered,

they remain alive and
connected to the living.

- Yeah.

It's a beautiful notion.

- Thank you, Anna.

I'm, um...

I'm very glad that you're here,

that you chose to stay with me.

- Dr. Hadley.

This is not why I stayed.

- Why are you so bent
on disappointing me?

- And why is your first instinct
always to apologize?

- I want you here with me.

I want you.

- Hadley.

- Do you understand?

- Let go!

Let go of me, now!

What do you want from me?

- I would give you
everything I have.

Everything!

- Let go of me!

Dr. Hadley.

- I'm here to get Anna.

Where is she?

Anna!

Anna!

Are you okay?

Oh my God.

What did he do to you?

What did he do to you?

Anna?

What did he do to you?

Hey!

Son of a bitch!

I'm taking you to the hospital.

- What do you mean, no?

- It's not important now.

- It's not important now?

What the fuck are
you even saying?

- It's not what it looks like.

- It's not, really?

Well, what is it, then?

- Stop!

Don't stop.

- He hit me.

- He hit you?

- And, I don't know,
can you just drop it?

Take me home.

- No, no, no!

- I'm not going to
the fucking hospital!

- Don't stop.

- Anna, please.

Just tell me what happened.

- I'm asking you,
please take me home.

Come in.

- I'm sorry to interrupt,

but I just wanted to say

there's some really
great stuff here.

- Ben.

- Don't say anything.

The thing is...

I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry I left you there.

I should have
protected you, Anna.

I didn't.

I know why you didn't want
to go to the hospital.

I get it, as much as it
fucking pains me to say it,

you were right.

You were right.

Sometimes the only way
to keep moving forward

is to stand stock still.

Everybody's got everybody
else fucking hamstrung.

Sometimes-

sometimes there is no escape.

Sometimes there is only to
endure present woes

or Jove will make an end
of this also.

- Oh my God, I hate Vergil.

- See, at the end of the day,
it doesn't matter

what happened, really.

You are just as beholden
to him and to the system

as you were before.

Sure, you could make it so.

He'd lose his job.

The result of that being
you would never get one.

But if you want to do this,

if you want to be a historian,

for Julia, for you, for
whoever, whatever reasons,

then you...

we, we have to,
fuck, even he has to,

you have to swallow it,
stomach it

and go on.

Finish.

- And?

- And look for something
better.

And wherever you go, it should
be way the hell away from here.

Remember what this cost

and be excellent in spite of it.

- What will you do?

- I don't know.

I can't stay here.

Maybe I'll go and work on
a dig somewhere

and just breathe the air
for a little while, you know.

- Can I ask you something?

- Yeah.

- Why do you get to run
and I don't?

- Because of that stupid
piece of paper in my closet.

- Dr. Rhodes.

- Stephen.

It's long past my office hours.

- Sorry to bother you.

I saw that your light was on.

- What can I do for you?

- I just want to thank you.

That day of paintball,
I realized something.

It don't matter if
you're in Latin class

or playing with fake guns,
right?

Or somewhere off firing real
ones and worrying about stepping

on a landmine, you're still you
and you can never get away

from that, you know, but you
might be able to be you,

being Hannibal and
that's pretty bad ass.

I'm coming back to
school next semester.

I was going to say, I'll take
your Latin class.

Doing some remodeling or what?

I'll see you around, doc.

- That looks painful.

- I tripped and fell
from too much wine.

That's what I told
the Dean at least.

Should I call campus security?

- I think we can agree
this is quality work.

- It won't always be this easy.

I used to be you.

- I know.

Now...

I'd like to talk about
the permanent position.

You look like my auntie's
soap dish, man.

- It's my understanding that
zombies are less likely

to eat you if you
wear bright colors.

- See, now you're thinking,
right?

Great news about Anna, huh?

- She got accepted,
that post-doc program

at the Academy in Rome.

Gold star for us.

Paintball this weekend.

I still owe you a nice
fat ass cheek whelp.

- Dr. Rhodes, hey!

Next year I'm going to be in the
grad program and you got me in.

- You got you in.

Your work got you in.

- The thing is, I'm going
to need a graduate advisor.

It's between you and Dr. Hadley,
but please,

tell me you're going
to be here next year.

Dr. Rhodes?

- Yeah.

I'm going to be here.

- Rock on.

I was thinking about...

you know, life.

- Is this Dr. Rhodes' class?

- You're going to need
a bigger classroom.

- Dr. Rhodes?

- Those flyers we all handed
out, we actually ran out.

- Okay.

Welcome back to
the ancient world.

- Hey Rhodes.

- Take me to bed,

but take me to dinner first,
I'm starving.

- Remember where we parked?