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Italy loves me and demands from me order,

efficiency and safety.

Baldo, to you I give the fascist militia.

Shame on you.

This is no longer a political struggle, this is barbarism.

Giacomo Matteotti, the fur-coated socialist.

Go work the land, instead of busting my balls.

Whoever gets 25% of the votes, gets 65% of the seats.

This law is the death of us all, don't you understand?

Italy loves you.

Love comes and goes away.

Moments, if you can't seize them, run away.

We need new elections.

Two out of three Italians voted for me.

374 deputies out of 535... are mine.

This is the last time there will be elections.

Next time I will vote in the name of everyone.

How beautiful our Romagna is.

You did well to buy the house.

And now that things are going well,

we can think about modernizing it a little bit, right?

Hmm.

You were right to come here.

The air is good, the children are having fun.

Milan is not suitable.

I would like to spend some time here.

Calming the nerves. Responsibility shackles me.

The king confers on me the collar of the Most Holy Annunciation, did you know that?

The highest honor of the House Savoia. I become a cousin of the king.

I can call him by his first name.

You can say something.

That's rewarding.

It has come to my attention that in the village...

..there is someone who is being gallant, the cockerel.

Provincial slander.

Who can be so cretinous as to take liberties

with the wife of the Duce, who is also the King's cousin?

Slander for sure, or not?

Or is it?

And because the world is full of slanderers and also crazy people,

I will leave someone here to watch over our good name.

and on your virtue.

Shitty place.

Cousins.

Now it will be necessary to live up to this.

Look at that, all gold.

They say that when I die, I will have to give it back to them.

Cheapskate.

It will remind you that you have to die.

Thank you for evoking death in a happy moment.

They whispered this to Roman generals when they returned victorious,

so that they would not be overwhelmed by pride.

"Memento mori."

However, in the meantime, I am enjoying the moment.

- Benito. - What?

That one weighs,

but the four million votes you took weigh much more.

Like it or not, they wrote you a blank check.

What do you mean willy-nilly? They voted for me, period.

I mean you have no more excuses. Now you have to keep your promises.

Make no mistake, Benito.

Don't think you are omnipotent, or they will knock you down,

as quickly as they gave you all the power.

There, the nefarious prophecy. In my opinion you are sorry that I won.

And especially that I won that way.

You don't want to understand.

No one will put me down.

In fact...

..I will inaugurate the new legislature by extending my hand to my opponent.

In a conciliatory spirit.

A country united, from right to left, concordant...

..behind his Duce.

- I feel you want to say something. - Nothing, nothing.

I feel you want to say something, Margaret, say it, Goddammit,

- say it! - Nothing, nothing.

No, say it, for God's sake, say it!

When will you get rid of this childish obsession

to be loved by everyone?

When will you stop being the bird of ill omen.

I love you.

We have a different concept of love, evidently.

I love you more than I love myself.

And that's not right, huh.

Not right, no.

The Hon. Matteotti, and he has the floor.

Put your testicles under cover, this man will shatter them for you.

It's a kind of superpower, he talks, he crunches numbers,

statistics, and the testicles suffer.

As if you were keeping them outdoors under hail.

Calm down, colleagues. Calm down.

The votes were not freely obtained.

Shut up!

No voter was found to be free.

It is a disgrace!

Calm down, please. Calm down.

And this is because each citizen knew

that there was the fascist armed militia to control, to threaten.

Gentlemen, please.

All over Italy there were armed militiamen around the booths.

Collecting signatures to submit lists was prevented,

holding rallies was prevented!

Honorable President, I quote the facts.

I quote facts without adjectives, without insults

and I am not allowed to speak!

Gentlemen, please, let's get back to our seats.

Let's get back tp our seats. Let's not upset the discussion.

Mr. Matteotti, please, continue, but be brief and conclude.

I -- I have to be brief?

You should be the one to calm others down.

And conclude!

The candidates, they could not even circulate freely.

Many have given up running for office

because they knew they were in danger!

What dangers? What are you talking about?

Hon. Matteotti, please, conclude

and do not cause havoc.

It is the others who prevent me from speaking,

I'm not the one causing havoc! Not me!

You don't scare me, you don't scare me.

- Long live the Militia! - Go away!

Congressman Matteotti, continue, but cautiously.

I ask to speak, speak not prudently or imprudently,

but parliamentarily!

There are documented cases of individuals voting 10 or 20 times.

- What are you talking about? - What are you talking about?

Please conclude, Matteotti.

I conclude.

I conclude by saying that for all these reasons and many more,

that I was not allowed to expose,

we call for the cancellation of the election!

The cancellation of the election!

I have made my speech. Now you prepare my funeral elegy.

It is inadmissible.

Inadmissible, inadmissible, you're right about that.

- What is inadmissible? - What?

What, exactly for you, is unacceptable?

Eh, the things he said.

We won democratically.

No.

No, I didn't understand.

It is unacceptable that after such a speech,

that man can still circulate.

This is inadmissible, Cesarino. Goddammit. Instead, he circulates.

Circulates, as if nothing happened.

In his little hat, satchel, a schoolboy.

A first in class that divides the world into good guys and bad guys.

Pathetic, pathetic.

With his iron principles, his inflexible ethics.

A son of the rich who chose to be with the poor,

with the exploited, with the weak.

The exact opposite of me.

I, the son of poverty, love power, detest misery

and I despise the weak.

Velia?

Velia?

Velia?

Children?

He has been busting our balls ever since we were born.

106 parliamentary speeches, 106, Cesarino.

All against us.

And a book. 91 pages, Cesarino.

91 pages in two columns, dense.

"A Year of Fascist Domination."

Listen to this:

"The son of the chief executive Bonci Guerrino is stabbed,

in the darkness of the night."

"Fascists at night storm the house of Umberto Cortesi, the father,

came out to defend his son, is killed with a stick."

"Teresa Canale, in an advanced pregnant state,

is forced to swallow castor oil, clubbed and robbed."

91 pages, Cesarino, how the fuck is this possible?

We have been busy.

Read the introduction.

- Benito... - Read, Cesarino, read.

Read.

- But I don't want to... - Read, Cesarino, read the introduction.

- I'll read... - Read.

The introduction.

- "A year of fascist domination." - Louder, louder.

- "Fascist government justifies... - Louder.

- "The fascist government... - Louder, I said! Read!

"Fascist government justifies the armed conquest

of political power..."

"Fascist government justifies the armed conquest

of political power..."

"The use of violence and the risk of civil war."

"With the urgent need to restore authority...

...of the Law and the State."

"And to restore the economy...

...the economy and finance by saving them from extreme ruin."

The numbers, the facts, the documents in these pages,

demonstrate instead that never, as much as in the fascist year,

arbitrariness has substituted the Law.

The state enslaved to faction.

The nation is divided into two orders, rulers and subjects.

The profits of speculation and capitalism have increased by so much.

Fascists!

And by that much, compensation and resources have decreased

for the working class and the middle classes

that together have lost all freedom and all dignity as citizens!

They lost all freedom and all dignity together!

But it is little more than a clandestine pamphlet.

And, anyway, who reads anymore?

He goes abroad to tell these things.

And for this we took away his passport.

Benito...

..we threatened him, we tormented him,

we clubbed him, even shoved the baton up his ass.

Everywhere he goes, he risks our people break his bones.

He spent more time hiding than in the sunlight.

He has been separated from his wife and young children for years.

This has never hurt anyone.

Mind you, this is not the case for everyone.

Poor life, yours.

And, mostly, without any fond habits.

Without any material comfort.

Never.

A few years have passed,

and we found them sown more with sorrow than with joy.

And when we thought we have found some tranquillity,

we have found only a new upheaval.

But nevertheless,

hope and love do not diminish.

But it will end,

we will be united forever,

we'll have our own bed, our own candle, our own warm

corner where we can spend a restful hour together.

Tell me you love me,

in spite of this tremendous life,

which never lets us enjoy each other.

Disgusting sentimentality.

There are also couples who love each other,

and that they suffer from not being able to be together, you know?

- Why are you telling me in that tone? - What tone?

- Why are you telling me in that tone? - What tone?

- Yours. What tone?

I just want to tell you that we've done them everything,

we spared him nothing of the eligible, Benito,

we didn't spare him anything. Who cares about that!

Everyone knows our methods,

and they didn't stop you from becoming Head of Government.

On the contrary.

But he can't go around saying we rigged the election.

They would have voted for me anyway.

Italians love me and want to be governed by me.

I want them all to want it. And he gets in the way!

And with him as secretary,

Socialists will never come back to me.

Benito, who cares about that.

It's not like that's the point.

And which is point? Which is it?

- What should I do with it? - It's milk, what do you think?

Speak, Goddamit!

Apparently...

..Matteotti got his hands on certain documents.

Will you stop saying things in installments? I'll rip your balls, Cesarino!

The oil concession to the Americans, Benito.

Italians and the world don't give a damn about fraud

and they don't care about violence. However, I wonder...

..how would they react to a bribery charge?

Mh-mh.

Unacceptable.

I got it, but not even a note, nothing, not normal.

Velia. Where were you?

- At the park. - You made me worry.

- What happened? - In the House, it was tough.

Giacomo, you have to think about what you do and what you say.

Velia, fascism will not fall by itself.

And it's not just the oil thing, either.

He also seems to have evidence

that a rigged state budget was presented to the king.

And is it true?

A dumber question you could not have asked me,

with those on your feet, nonetheless.

Matteotti is crazy.

By now he should know that Mussolini occasionally... needs blood.

Benito what exactly has said?

That it is inadmissible for that man to roam freely.

Really unacceptable.

And then that you...

What about me?

You're jerking off.

- Huh? - You...

Still that I jerk off? This pisses me off.

Did I handle Forni, or not?

Tell him.

- I don't jerk off. - Prove it to him. - I'll take care of it.

A thing done right, though.

If the shenanigans come up, we all get caught up in it here.

I told you I'll take care of it.

"Please leave immediately. Stop."

"Need your presence as required by advertising contract."

"Stop."

Enough.

A telegram for you.

So, do you like it or not?

I was sure you would like it.

It's monolithic, it's beautiful.

It is the most beautiful gift I have ever received.

Good.

It's my parting gift.

It's my parting gift.

- I'm tired. - It's beautiful.

I am tired.

Goodbye, Benito.

You don't think you don't need me anymore.

You are convinced of that.

Are you the one leaving me?

I am the one who is fed up with you.

All the better, you won't miss me.

Leave.

Leave.

Get out!

That's what I'm doing.

And if you want, I'll shout it out to you.

I don't need you!

I don't need anything or anyone.

Navarra!

Do you need anything, Your Excellency?

A glass of milk.

- To us! - To us!

What are you laughing at?

There is this socialist at the clubhouse

who still has the playing cards in his hand and looks at me like an idiot.

- Lower your voice, lower your voice. - Po-po-po! Three shots in the face.

Oste! Oste, another one!

No.

Why not, the political party pays for it anyway, right?

The trouble is, they arrest me. And who saves me at the trial?

- Who? - Who? - Who? - Who?

Him.

He shows up in the courtroom and perjures himself for me.

The Duce. And he was already a deputy.

- Long live the Duce! - Long live the Duce!

Long live the Duce!

Ah...

It can get dressed, Excellence.

It's like a beast is biting me from the inside.

Tell the truth, is it serious?

Well, I would lean toward an ulcer attack.

- Yes, but serious? - No, not at this stage.

Not at this stage?

It's like having the flames of hell in your stomach.

Ulcer. I'll prescribe something for you.

You must follow a controlled diet, though.

And possibly indulge in moments of rest as well, Excellency.

The nerve component is not secondary

in this type of disorder.

What do nerves have to do with the stomach?

They have a lot to do with it.

Indeed, His Excellency is facing a phase

particularly nerve-wearing.

- See. - But we are counting on a calming of political life.

Enough chatter, give me something, for God's sake!

I have the flames of hell!

Just a quick hop, please. There is a pharmacy in the square.

Ah... Bloody hell, it's like a stab wound.

Shut up.

At least roll down the window, ok?

No one has to see us.

Well, it's not like this car goes unnoticed, eh.

Someone please take him down.

It's the Chianti, I don't digest Chianti.

Especially if you drink three liters of it, you don't digest it.

- What time is it? - 4:40 p.m.

It doesn't miss a beat, do you know how I got it?

Yes, stationmaster cousin.

"Very special object...

Enough, in the war even to the Austrians you told about it.

- Fuck, come on! - You're disgusting!

Ah, but that's disgusting!

Come on, you look like you've had your throat slit, look at the jugular.

For fuck's sake, how am I going to return the car? All puked up?

- Can we open the windows now? - No.

Ah, much better. Sometimes one just has to empty himself.

- Salvatore, good morning. - Honorable.

- What's up? Good morning. - Good, thank you.

Congressman, be careful that it is wet.

Beware that it is wet, sorry. Have a good day.

Have a good day.

- Here he is. - That's him, no bullshit.

- Hmm? - Hold on, he doesn't have a hat.

Huh?

The hat, a good man never goes out without it, even in this heat.

- Is it him or not? Come on. - Of course it's him, come on.

- Come on, get going, quick! - What the fuck is he doing? What's he doing?

- What the fuck is he doing? - Go, start!

- Go, go, go! - Drive, fucking drive!

Start the car!

Things ... didn't turn out the way they were supposed to.

"They didn't turn out the way they were supposed to."

N-no.

What exactly did not go the way it was supposed to?

There has been...

..too little discretion, shall we say,

already from the night before.

Mh-mh.

The gentlemen spent the night before the incident in the hotel.

And precisely...

..Hotel Dragoni.

No, no!

What the fuck do you want?

They paid with party funds.

They made too much noise and the neighbors called the police.

Viola. Viola was caught in the room with a revolver.

Dumini, however, I had the chief of staff of the Police Headquarters release him.

- Him personally? - Him personally, Benito.

And then there is the problem of the car.

They rented it from a public garage.

And... the night before the operation,

they parked it in a government parking space.

To the carabinieri on guard duty,

Dumini assured that it was needed for an important task for the government.

There was 'this car going back and forth, back and forth.

It was a Lancia Lambda, like a limousine.

We were worried because we thought they were thieves

who were checking the area.

Yes, since the Duce was elected, we are all safer,

however, you never know, do you?

You are safer.

Shut up, leave politics alone, which is not for you.

I pinned down the license plate, can it help?

And they didn't change the license plate? They didn't take it off?

They didn't piss on it to get it covered by dust? Nothing?

We stopped these investigations, yes?

- De Bono. - The problem is that we have no capillarity....

- That we don't have? I haven't heard. - Mh-mh.

We do not have capillarity. We are a young regime.

There is no improvisation, it needed more time.

Some state forces are still not under our control,

elements that have an outdated concept of duty.

What time was it, do you remember?

It was 4:30 p.m.

Tuesday afternoon.

I was playing with my friends, by the river.

Next to us was a car, from which several gentlemen got out.

And they surrounded the man.

- How many were these gentlemen? - Five.

That one was screaming, kicking. They couldn't hold him.

And then they took him by the head and feet

and they tried to take him inside the car.

The car drove right past us

and you could tell that he hadn't given up.

You didn't see anything, ok. Otherwise, I'll come back and kill you.

Can I go home now? I'm hungry.

You did well.

Stand still, stand still! Goddammit!

Don't fucking scream!

Shut up! Shut the fuck up!

What happened?

Damn dogs, bastards. Dickheads.

I will have them all shot for incompetence, from first to last,

De Bono.

All of them.

What about you? You, who thinks is the smartest of all,

the brains of the company.

You are the biggest idiot of all!

Or are you trying to screw me?

Benito, what are you saying?

Look at me.

Good, good, good, good. We need to regain control.

This is about saving fascism.

I can't take it anymore.

Matteotti kidnapped

in a car

Where is he? Cowards!

Where is he?

Where is the congressman?

Fascism on trial:

You should be ashamed of yourselves!

Where is Mateotti?

Where is he?

Murdered?

Where did you put him, you bastards?

Are you afraid of his words?

How could you? How could you?

- How could you? How could you? - Where is Matteotti?

Scoundrels!

I think...

I think the parliament...

..is anxious for news about the fate of the Honorable Matteotti.

Disappeared, suddenly,

under circumstances of place and time

not yet well specified...

..but still such as to legitimize the hypothesis....

..of a homicide.

Murderer!

Where is he?

Gentlemen, let us let President Mussolini conclude.

A homicide...

A homicide, a homicide that "if"...

... "if" accomplished...

..could not fail to arouse outrage and emotion....

..of government and parliament.

Police, on my strict orders...

..in its rapid investigations, the police...

..has already set out on the trail of suspicious elements,

and nothing will be overlooked to shed light on the event,

to arrest the culprits and bring them to justice.

I hope...

..that the Honorable Matteotti may soon return to parliament.

Gentlemen, please. Quiet, respect!

Let us not mix in this scandal!

Let's go away, comrades!

What are you doing?

No.

No!

Light and justice will be done!

The reign of the Law will be affirmed once again.

This is my duty, and this duty will be fulfilled!

Only an enemy who, from long nights,

has thought something diabolical against me,

could carry out this crime that strikes us with horror

and ripping cries of indignation from us!

If there is anyone in this courtroom who has the right to grieve

and be exasperated...

..that someone is me!

Salute to the Duce!

Long live the Duce!

Duce, please, for my son.

Long live the Duce!

Excellence? Excellence?

She was staring at me, that woman. She was staring at me.

Get it? Like it was my fault.

Like it's my fault. But it's not my fault.

No!

I said no, I'm talking!

- Excellency. - Navarra, don't you hear what the fuck I'm saying?

Mrs. Matteotti is here.

Send her in.

Certainly, Your Excellency.

Ma'am.

Ma'am.

What I can assure you is that the government will do, completely,

his duty.

I only ask that my husband, if he is alive, be allowed to return home.

If he is dead, let the remains be returned for Christian burial.

I don't know anything.

And if I knew him dead or alive, I would return your husband to you.

I swear to you.