Original subtitles

In the previous episodes...

Two out of three Italians voted for me.

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

We call for the cancellation of the election!

Giacomo Matteotti.

It is unacceptable that after such a speech,

that man can still circulate.

- I'll take care of it. - A thing done right, though.

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

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

I will have them all shot for incompetence.

You are the biggest idiot of all!

Fascism on trial:

Where's Matteotti?

Only an enemy, could carry out this crime

that rips cries of indignation from us!

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.

- Good morning. - Today's press review.

- To her. - All of it. All of it, thank you.

- Even L'Avanti? - Yes, even L'Avanti.

La Nuova Tribuna.

- Here you go. - For you, thank you.

"Snuff out and liquidate the moral and political perpetrators

of the disappearance of the Honorable Matteotti."

"Mystery of Honorable Matteotti's disappearance persists."

They go hard on it.

"Either away with this government, or justice will not be done."

"Matteotti's corpse is not returned

in order to conceal its horrendous slaughter."

"Get fascism out of the government."

"Resignation! Resignation! Resignation!"

Resignation.

- Should I continue? - No. No.

It will go down in history as the most extraordinary feat of fascism,

extraordinary. Extra-or-dinary.

We had the country in our hands, in our hands.

More power than anyone has ever had.

And within 48 hours... Poof!

48 hours, Cesarino, 48 hours.

The newspapers are shooting at us,

industrialists want my resignation,

Pieces of my own majority are ready to vote against me.

Against me.

We were formidable, formidable, formidable.

Cesarino, formidable.

We also succeeded in the feat of making a pedantic homunculus,

a huge pain in the ass, a hero, a saint!

A saint.

Look at that, we made him holy, we did.

Saint Matteotti. All to mourn him.

She is there...

She is, I can feel it.

If we don't move, it will be the dead one that burries us, Cesarino.

- Yes, I understand, Benito. - No.

- President, this way. - Duce! Duce!

My son, Duce! He also speaks French!

They are not all mourning Matteotti.

Don't they disgust you?

They think I killed him,

and they're still here begging for a job, a recommendation,

a promotion.

Now more than ever, the human being is repulsive to me, Cesarino.

It's repulsive.

Parliament must remain closed, let the summer pass.

- They will challenge it. - Who, that chickenshit King?

Keep your voice down.

The imperative now is clo-ro-for-mi-ness.

You have to put the nation to sleep.

We have to make it forget what happened.

We issue a decree: "The press is banned

from publishing any news that may be harmful to the nation."

And there is nothing more harmful than the Matteotti case.

Only exception allowed,

the publication of news about the search for the body.

What search?

Cesarino. Cesarino, what search, by God,

wake the fuck up!

We will look for it thoroughly, with great expenditure of means and energy.

We will look for it everywhere, rivers, lakes, caves, mines, everywhere.

But away from where those assholes put it.

Let it be said that the government went to great lengths to find him.

Let it also be said that, unfortunately, more could not be done.

And at that point we stop looking.

And so indignation and sorrow will evaporate,

because where there is no body, there is no dead person either.

Here's the bitch.

What I'm trying to ask...

No, please step back and don't ask any questions.

Thank you.

Take care, you guys keep snapping.

Thanks to our divers we are scouring the seabed.

We had a report.

The body of the Honorable Matteotti appears to have been thrown into the lake.

A reliable report?

If we didn't think of it as such, I would not be here in person.

But excuse me, were he to be thrown into the lake,

wouldn't the body resurface?

It appears to be held in place at the bottom by ropes secured to boulders.

General.

With permission.

Quick, come on!

We salute the Duce.

De Bono, I was looking just for you.

It took you a long time to organize the search.

- Duce. - However...

..I read that thing about ropes and boulders, interesting.

Duce, I regret to bring bad news.

De Bono, raise your voice, when you speak, raise your voice!

They got them.

You must not touch me! You bastards!

You do not know who I am!

Poveromo.

Viola.

Malacria.

Volpi.

They got them.

- What about Dumini? - Him, too.

In fact, he is the one that worries me the most.

Dumini is loyal to me. Does he worry you? Dumini is the most loyal of all.

Of all.

Finally.

Why am I here?

Are you or are you not the Chief of Police?

It doesn't mean I can control every single policeman in Italy.

Agreed.

You are forgiven. Now let me the fuck out.

The situation is delicate, you have to have some patience.

A little bit, how much?

A little, until the dust settles.

I had you put in solitary confinement

so no one bothers you.

So you can control me better?

Dumini, Dumini...

You don't think I'm going to stay here and be crucified for everybody, do you?

What crucifixion?

I am willing to consider this arrest as an injury.

Okay.

Or should I confess who really wanted this nice mess?

Is he threatening me, that bitch?

He's threatening me.

Make him comfortable, De Bono, make them all comfortable.

You have to make everyone comfortable, Goddammit!

I'll provide right away, Duce.

And let it be clear, that if I am not saved, no one is saved.

Navarra!

- Free me from these flies. - Yes, Excellency.

And bring me a dress to go to the King.

- Right away, Excellency. - Good.

It is full of flies.

Full.

We will not be sunk by a gang of wretches.

We are innocent.

We are whole. We are pure.

You are.

How I wish we were made of your alloy.

That the rain would not get me wet,

that the stares would not hurt me...

..that the accusations would not scratch me.

Sorry.

We are not the bad apples, we are a young force.

I assure you of the absolute foreignness...

Your Majesty, we are ready to step back,

but you must consider the consequences.

Don't be fooled by this divided left,

who put by her own self outside the parliament.

The red beast is always ready to strike.

The socialists will raise their heads again, it will be chaos.

A nation paralyzed by strikes, violence and unrest.

I implore you to consider

that ours is a young force,

and that the gigantic consensus around us,

caused elements to infiltrate our ranks that...

Benito, how... how did it go?

- Benito, you're destroying me. - I fought.

I tried my best, Cesarino.

"The Dwarf" didn't get scared?

No.

This was to be expected.

He had considered it.

After the arrests,

the pressures they put on him to downsize us were, evidently,

- stronger than fear. - So?

So...

So I had to make concessions.

Even very painful ones.

I gave up the Ministry of the Interior, and you know how much...

I had to remove De Bono, from Chief of Police,

and you know how fond I am of De Bono.

And I promised cleansing in the ranks of fascism.

And he agreed?

I knew it.

I told you so.

Good, good, good.

Long live the Duce. Eia eia alalà.

Long live the Duce.

Oh, Benito, come on. Oh.

But aren't you happy? It's done.

I'm sorry, humanly speaking.

Benito, who gives a shit about that dumbfounded De Bono.

- Cesare. - Yes?

Do you love the homeland?

- Sure. - What about fascism?

- More than the homeland. - What about your Duce?

I love you, Benito.

I would throw myself into the fire for you.

I don't ask as much from you, my friend. I don't ask as much from you.

I am sorry, there is no one who is dearer to me than you.

But you have to understand.

You have to understand well that if those five thugs mention your name....

Are you dumping me?

I have no other choice, Cesarino.

But it's only for a few months, for a few months, Cesarino.

In a few months no one will remember a fucking thing about Matteotti.

No one will know who the fuck Matteotti was anymore.

Cesarino, a few months. And what is a few months,

in the face of the immensity of our future together?

What is it?

N-nothing.

I will know how to reward you for this sacrifice.

I am sure of that.

Stop here.

Benito, we were socialists together,

we founded the newspaper together, s-s-set up fascism together,

it all came together, you're supposed to protect me,

you shouldn't get rid of me.

My hands are tied.

But I carried out an order from you.

I did not order anything.

It was you who hired incompetents,

- murderers, it was you! You! - You can tell that to everyone, but not to me!

You, you have been!

You can't say that to me! I don't lend myself, absolutely,

I don't lend myself. In fact, look, I warn you...

- ..I'm warning you. - What?

If the cynicism you are displaying right now,

would cause you to order actions against me,

know that I will destroy you.

Because I am the one who knows everything.

The one who knows everything about you, everything you have done.

Since you never wanted to get your hands dirty yourself,

- I know everything that you ordered you to do! - Let's go.

Since he never wanted to get his hands dirty himself....

..I know everything you have ordered me to do!

I didn't do it.

Good evening.

Mrs. Matteotti.

Excuse me, I was...

What can I do for you?

When we'll be able to bury him, I want no representative

of the Fascist Militia escorting the coffin.

No fascist militant, of any rank or office.

Let no black shirt show itself before my eyes,

nor during the journey, nor at the cemetery.

But, ma'am...

And when we'll go to the burial, I don't want special cars,

reserved compartments, facilities or privileges. Nothing.

I want to travel as a simple citizen,

who performs his duty in order to be able to demand his rights.

Make it so.

Madam, let us leave at least a flame of hope burning.

Hope for what, Mussolini?

- May your husband be... - Goodbye.

It is a possibility, if the body is not found...

Leila.

Leila.

Leila, come here.

Go away.

The body was found in the Quartarella forest...

Navarra!

The medicine in the drawer!

- Excellence. - The medicine.

Right away, Excellency.

How fucking long does it take?

Here, Excellency, right away.

I had nothing to do with it.

Tell me the truth, general.

If not out of a sense of justice, do it at least for yourself.

To avoid a murder charge.

I just tried to cover Dumini and the others, as they had asked.

Asked? Who asked you?

Everything that can be denied, I deny it.

But if they say I obeyed orders,

well, of course I obeyed orders.

- Orders from whom? - Rossi.

Rossi.

You all mention Rossi's name.

As it happens, Rossi cannot be found.

"It is obvious to me that you have chosen me,

and me only,

as the scapegoat

of the misfortune that befell fascism."

It must be found at any cost,

we can't risk him, feeling accused,

decides to pull us all down.

I find it and kill it.

Good, yes, so they will blame me for that too.

I am not as inept as others. If you had asked me...

I didn't ask anybody for anything! Do you understand, Balbo?

Just find him!

"I can't accept it."

"I am not a scapegoat."

The discovery of the body of the late Honorable Matteotti,

precipitated things.

And the involvement of figures, close to you,

in the homicide and other criminal acts,

impose far more radical measures

than the mere removal of middle managers.

Your Majesty, I reiterate my most complete lack of knowledge of the facts.

Mussolini, public opinion is shaken.

Press calls for lifting of censorship.

The country's productive and political forces,

including members of your own majority,

call for a breakup, decisive and immediate,

from methods unacceptable to a constitutional monarchy.

- With violence, with arbitrariness.... - I am asked to be a puppet.

And to reopen the parliament.

Your Majesty, I am being crucified for something I did not commit.

If now... Majesty, If now you also believe...

Calm...

Come here.

Mussolini, I am your friend,

but circumstances make it more and more difficult for me.

Kings are not what they used to be, there is a Constitution now.

My hands are tied.

Excellence.

Excellence.

This way.

Excellency, this way.

What...

Preparations for His Majesty's birthday party. Please.

There was never any hope, you knew that very well.

What happens now?

Ma'am.

..the state will take care of you. You will no longer have to worry.

Your children, they will lack nothing,

They will have the best education in the Kingdom.

I make a personal commitment.

Why?

Why?

Why are you personally committed if you are uninvolved in the crime? Think about it.

I will come back.

- What are you doing? - The flies.

Excellence, I keep spraying, but they are always here, I can't explain it.

Instead of wasting time on flies,

you should prevent that woman from continuing to come here

and bother me!

Your Excellency, but you told me to solve...

- Which woman, exactly, Excellency? - The widow, the Matteotti woman.

I don't understand, Excellency.

She was here the other day in my office

and now she stopped me on the stairs.

Your Excellency, I really don't think so.

She was here, I tell you.

Your Excellency, I don't want to contradict you, but it is impossible.

Mrs. Matteotti never came again,

after your first interview.

I'm sure! Are you shitting me, Navarra?

Are you kidding me?

You waste time with flies instead of checking! Go outside!

She was here.

Hello?

Benito.

Rachele.

How are you, Benito?

It's a difficult time, you know.

Eh, I know, I know.

Racheel, don't believe, don't believe what they say,

in fact, don't listen at all.

Benito, I believe you.

Good. My rock.

Benito, however...

However?

However, all this, us here, you there,

all the bad things these days.

I am afraid for you and also for us, people look at us badly,

we don't even go out.

Was it worth it? Were we not doing well? What were we missing?

What did you miss? You had your newspaper, our little house.

It seems to me that we were happy before.

None of us ever asked more of you.

Benito. Benito. Benito. Benito. I'm waiting.

- Rachele, I have to go now. - No, wait, talk to me.

Talk about what, what should I tell you, Rachele? What do you want me to say?

I don't know, something!

I'm your wife and you never tell me anything.

It will be the best years of our lives.

What does she want from me? What does she still want? She's back again!

No!

- Excellency, there is... - Navarra, what did I say just now?

- I said don't let her pass! - But is not the lady.

Director?

Bianca.

President, not director.

Ah, forgive me.

I came many times, but there was always a line ...

so many people who needed you and I didn't want to disturb you.

Today there is no one.

Yeah.

I'm glad you came to see me. What about the baby?

He has grown so much.

He looks so much like you.

He plays the violin, you know?

- Oh, yeah? - Mm-hmm.

I stopped.

And why? You were so good.

Bianca.

- I'm rusty. - Not at all. Continue.

- No. - Please.

Please.

Bianca.

Director.

We are here...

..at your place, to tell you that we are tired of following this road.

The prisons are full of fascists, Benito.

A systematic trial of fascism is being made here.

A systematic trial of fascism is being operated here!

And you, huh?

You do not want to take responsibility for the revolution.

We will take it, won't we? The responsibility.

Either all out, free, or everyone in prison.

What do you demand? They made a vacuum around me,

they threw this corpse in my way.

Duce, Duce, Duce.

What is a corpse in the face of revolution?

Let's end this "revolution", shall we?

Or turn ourselves in as criminals.

Let us not let our enemies have the honor of deciding.

Either everyone out, or everyone in.

You included.

Duce.

Look at this, you got a bruise.

Those people want to finish the revolution,

as the nation and the King ask me to amputate fascism

from violence.

Deny the dominance of force.

But fascism is violence, Bianca.

Fascism is the rule of force.

It is the will of the few that imposes itself on the will of the many.

It is overpowering, it is arbitrariness,

is the law of the strongest.

It is hatred, it is mass excitement,

is anger, is the contempt of weakness, of doubt,

is the law of the stick against the chaos of the mind!

It is decision versus mediation, it is the rejection of compromise!

It's the new versus the old!

It is being always, always, against something or someone!

And who gets in the way...

This is fascism.

Or it is not?

- Director. - Ah.

- President. - Yes?

Are you the one who had Matteotti killed?

Thank you for visiting.

President, I... No, sorry, of course not.

I didn't mean to say. Sorry.

- Navarra. - I...

President, I, actually, I had also come today...

..because, see, I would need that...

I would need a job.

See, because the child is growing up and so I...

Yes, Excellency.

The child is growing up, and I need...

Let me out!

Where am I?

I am Cesare Rossi.

- Close the window. - It's the middle of the day, Excellency.

I don't give a damn, Navarra. Leave me alone.

I am afraid it is not appropriate, Excellency.

- "Be it appropriate..." - I recognize the handwriting.

In the face of tremendous responsibilities,

not only moral and political, but also criminal,

I consider it my duty to defend against all

my character as a citizen and a fascist.

And for this I want everyone, everyone, from the press to public opinion,

to the authorities, to know to whom said responsibilities belong.

"Everything that happened it always happened...

...by the direct will of the Duce."

"Assaults, thrashing,

were always approved or ordered by the Duce."

"Even in Matteotti's case, of course."

The kidnapping, it sprouted from this atmosphere of resentment and fear,

"And it then degenerated into suppression."

"It's a state's political homicide."

"And in Italy today who is the state?"

- He has arrived. - He has arrived.

He has arrived.

With the resignation, at least we will get him out of the way.

This is perfectly fine.

All limits were crossed.

Gentlemen, good evening.

Good evening, Facta.

- General, good evening. - Mussolini.

You invited him, and he has come.

The invitation could not be withdrawn.

He's coming here.

Majesty. Majesty.

Not here!

- Your Majesty, just a word. - Mussolini...

Hmm...

I want you to know that everything necessary will be done

for Your Grace to be proud of the government I have the honor to preside over.

For the moment my grace is only in great embarrassment.

What will happen in the future, the parliament will decide.

And now, let's dance!

Too bad, fascism was sometimes a problem,

but most of the time, the solution.

A year of fascist domination.

Fascists kill a worker.

They stab another in front of their daughter.

They injure about 20 people.

Five fascists penetrate the people's cooperative

And they cane everyone present.

A worker is sequestered in his own home,

clubbed in the presence of his wife and then stabbed.

Fascists ravage private homes and stores.

Elementary school teacher stoned in the street by Black Shirts,

because she was accused of socialist sympathies.

The city councilor is attacked and reduced to almost death.

The milkmaid is beaten and clubbed

because she abstained in the election.

Two laborers are clubbed to death.

The priest is denuded, tied to a tree and clubbed.

Assaulted and clubbed.

Fascists break into a tramway assembly

and they club everyone present.

The secretary of the House of Labor is assassinated

with three revolver shots to the face.

City Hall is overrun with black Shirts, clerks clubbed...

Fascists assault and disperse the religious procession.

Shot dead.

Forced to drink castor oil. Set on fire, destroyed.

Industrialist is forced by beatings to fire workers

who had demonstrated during the Labor Day.

Fascists invade a diner!

Dead women and children.

- Confident sources, he resigns. - What else could he do?

Gentlemen.

The speech I am about to deliver before you, perhaps...

..cannot be classified, strictly speaking...

..as a parliamentary speech.

It is not a parliamentary speech, it is an indictment.

The indictment against myself.

It is shouted:

"Fascism is a horde of barbarians encamped in the nation,

and a movement made of bandits and marauders."

Well...

..I declare here, in the presence of this assembly,

and in the sight of all the people of Italy...

..that I myself assume the political, moral,

historical responsability, of all that has taken place.

If fascism was nothing but castor oil and truncheon,

and not instead the superb passion of the best Italian youth,

I'm to be blamed.

If fascism was a crime syndicate,

I am the leader of this crime syndicate.

If all the violence was the result

of a certain political climate, historical and moral...

..to me the responsibility for this.

Because this historical, political and moral climate, I... I created it!

When two elements are in struggle and are irreducible,

the only solution is in strength!

There has never been any other solution in history and there never will be.

If I, the hundredth part...

..of the energy put into containing violence, I put it into unleashing it...

..eh, you would see then.

You would see, then.

What I had to say, I said.

Now it's your turn.

Article 47 of the Statute states...

"The Chamber of Deputies has the right to accuse the King's ministers...

and to bring them before the High Court of Justice."

I formally ask whether in this House, or outside this House,

there is someone who wants to make use of Article 47.

You have the power to turn this self-accusation of mine...

..in a formal act.

To drag me before the High Court of Justice.

All it takes is for one of you to make a request.

One is enough.

Just one, and yours truly will be finished, forever.

Come on.

Come on!

Silence.