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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.