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(DROP)

"The scene is majestic."

"The king's throne towers above the courtroom."

"which is beginning to be populated of newly elected deputies."

"Socialists are first."

"They are the representatives of workers and laborers,"

"who have entrusted to them their own hopes for redemption,"

"of a better life, decent, worthy future."

Good morning.

MUSSOLINI: "And they drool, at the thought of seeing the King."

"The same monarch...

"The same"... "The same monarch that the proletariat,"

"the real one, would like to kick ass."

"The same monarch who is preparing to restore the government"

"To that shell-less snail, to the Cagoia Nitti."

"Which will then be able to continue to starve the workers and laborers."

"And they tremble like virgins, at the first intercourse,"

"trying to hide their filthy desire."

"behind a helpless carnation."

"Enter the cuirassiers."

MUSSOLINI: "The King's Guards.

Long live Italy!

By regulation, they must be at least 6 feet tall.

It takes giants to watch over a dwarf.

DEPUTY: Long live Victor Emmanuel!

Long live Italy!

MUSSOLINI: "The ridiculousness takes over."

"But all of a sudden, the imponderable."

"Socialists demonstrate their courageous integrity,"

"the wild revolutionary spirit and anti-monarchist roars."

"and it explodes,"

"keeping his ass in the chair."

DEPUTY: Long live the king!

"Here it is, the longed-for socialist revolution."

"The first revolution in history--in an armchair!"

"Poor country!"

An excellent piece...

..if it had ended there.

I greet the elected officials

Of the 25th legislature of the Kingdom of Italy.

Shame!

DEPUTY: This is treason!

Where do they go? I just started.

Traitors!

Instead, they got up And left, in the king's face.

I should have been the one to do it. I should have done it.

I should have been the one to do it.

A resounding slap in the face to that homunculus,

to the Nitti Cagoia, to a cadaverous political class.

Vile, corrupt.

Attached like leeches to the body Of the state and its exhausted people.

I should have been the one to do it.

Instead, they are here.

To watch helplessly, like a martyr.

A martyr. A martyr! That's what I am, gentlemen.

A martyr for the cause, victim of a conspiracy!

Victim. Victim of a state rotten and corrupt.

Do the people love the martyrs and the persecuted, or don't they?

Then, let it be fulfilled to the end this martyrdom.

For it is from this martyrdom That I shall rise again.

PREFECT: Mussolini. - Yes.

Free.

How free?

Free.

But I am a martyr.

You cannot release me like this.

Desolated, order of His Excellency, Prime Minister Nitti.

Cagoia Nitti frees me.

Why would that be?

I think he listened to the advice of some of his wise counselors.

What opinion?

Do you really want to know?

Yes.

- Literal? - Literal, by God.

"Mussolini is a ruin, let's not make him a martyr."

(BABY CRYING)

One should not cry, you never cry. Is that true?

There is no crying.

Domestic martyrdom. It brings no consent.

(IN ROMAGNOLO)

What are you talking about?

Yes, sometimes he raises his voice.

He seems to be mad at me, but no.

It is his way of showing me that he loves me.

He wanted me so much, you know.

So much so that the first time. he took me by force.

So his daddy and my mommy, no, they were both widowed.

So what do you want, poor guys, they were keeping each other company.

And he-he was crazy about me.

But no harm done, eh? It's not like we were brothers.

So, listen.

One day he shows up with a gun, right?

And in front of her daddy And my mom,

He says that if he couldn't have me, he would kill everyone.

(IN ROMAGNOLO)

We were poor, huh. Very poor.

But he told me that I had to believe in him.

It turned out that after nine months Edda, the first, was born.

And after five years, even though he doesn't believe in marriage,

However, he spusé me, he married me.

Yes, he raises his voice, sometimes it's like he doesn't even see me.

But I am his pillar, me.

(GEMITES)

MUSSOLINI: Jail,

The world's greatest aphrodisiac.

You don't look like a ruin to me.

I forbid you to use that word.

(SUSPICION)

I could write novels.

I already have three in my head.

Or play the violin, travel around the world.

If things get bad, I can do many things.

So is the mason.

It is true.

I believe that. But I bet on you.

My wild. My diamond rough, not on a mason.

Just saying.

To say what?

Don't you see what that is happening?

The country is paralyzed by the largest wave of strikes

ever seen.

Strike! Strike!

MUSSOLINI: The socialists have stirred up the peasants.

They promised them a revolution that they will never make.

And those occupied the lands, they let the crops rot.

They do not milk the beasts.

The workers occupied the factories.

Long live socialism!

Death to the masters!

MUSSOLINI: Hunted the masters.

The desperate, the oppressed, the exploited,

It turns out that the revolution they do it themselves.

And if the socialists wake up, they make it for real.

And we fascists, what are we for?

We are few in number, disorganized, without resources.

We are left with only our will.

And in this situation, even that falters us.

There, now that's right That you look like a ruin.

I am like the beasts, I feel the time coming.

And this, alas, is not yet my time.

MARGHERITA: I have to go.

Stay.

I have a husband.

Me too.

Tomorrow it starts again.

Come in the evening, have dinner with me.

"Every five seconds, siege cannons,"

"gutting space, with a chord, tam-tuuumb."

"Mutiny of five hundred echoes To bite it, chop it up,"

scatter it to infiniiiiiiiity."

MUSSOLINI: Do you like this stuff?

MARINETTI: "In the center Of those tam-tuumbs. Splattered."...

Do you understand what the fuck he's saying? Hmm?

MARINETTI: "Rapid shooting, violence, ferocity re-go-la-ri-ty."

Are you?

Hey, are you deaf?

MARINETTI: " The strange crazy agitated high notes of battle."

"Fury, breathlessness, ears. How beautiful, what joy, to see,"

"feel, sniff, everything. Everything. Ratatatatatata-ta."

- Benito. - Go, Benito my ass.

But there is Marinetti.

- Marinetti gives me a good stab at it. - What do you want?

"Clanging like brass plates, cing this way, clinging that way,"

"and zuum, cing-cing-cing-cing-cing-cing,"

"And up, up, above our heads, how beautiful."

"Vampe vampe, vampe vampe, vampe vampe,"

"the limelight of the strong is behind, vampe vampe."

"And behind that smoke, zang. Tumb. Tumb."

"Zang. Zang. Tumb."

Did you say we would be be just you and me?

MARGHERITA: Never said. - Never said?

No.

You abandoned me on the couch With that mute little boy.

Vasa? Uh-huh, But Vasa is not dumb at all.

He does not speak Italian, but he is a genius.

- Oh, yeah? - The party is in his honor.

Congratulations.

(PLAYS "SOUVENIR DE SARASATE" BY WILLIAM POTSTOCK)

(APPLAUSE)

MAN: Bravo!

- Bravissimo. - Bravo.

Thank you. Thank you.

Gentlemen.

Thank you, thank you to our Vasa, an enfant prodige.

And now... (APPLAUSE)

Bravissimo.

And now, I would like to, um, call another violinist to perform.

Close friend.

The editor of The People of Italy, Benito Mussolini.

MARINETTI: Oh!

(APPLAUSE)

No...

Courage, Benito. Don't be shy.

No, no, I haven't played for a long time.

I am an amateur, I don't feel it's appropriate.

But you have taken lessons, you will know how to as well as perform something, please.

"Dlin, dlon, dlan, dlon, beeeeh, orchestra, crazy, stick,"

"these thrashing conductors,"

"playing."

(Together) Playing. Playing.

Playing. Playing.

Playing. Yes!

Eh...

Cretin.

Yikes.

MUSSOLINI: So, the first thing I can think of.

(PLAYS "SONATA NO.8, OP.13, PATHETIC" BY LUDWIG VAN BEETHOVEN)

(LAUGHTER)

- Can I have a cigarette? - Get over there!

- How many do we have? - Only 700 copies.

Move.

You have a whole life ahead of you.

True, things are not going well, but you don't have to...

MUSSOLINI: Leave alone my new secretary!

Editor, have you seen the latest issue?

And when I say last, I mean in a literal sense,

we have no more paper.

And we don't even have a penny in the till.

ROSSI: And you don't give a damn And you walk around the living rooms,

Instead of dealing with the situation!

Take whatever you want, chairs, desks, go and get a job!

A job? But I have a job, I am a fascist!

- Are you a fascist? - I am a fascist!

Good deal, Cesarino, good deal.

After almost a year, we have 800 members and 37 sections.

We can round them all up and make a nice revolution in a chicken coop,

As long as it is not too big! - So what?

And so it's over!

Get out of here, get out!

And he calls the girl. - The girl? No, no, I'm staying here.

All right, we'll talk again.

Pss, he wants you, for your baptism.

Director?

Was it going?

Yes, but if you need ...

Need.

MUSSOLINI: Come.

Close the door.

("LITTLE FISH" ELVIRA DONNARUMMA)

(GEMITES)

(SINGS "LITTLE FISH")

MAN: Caesar Rossi?

It depends.

We disturb you just for a moment.

"A land of the free and equal, regardless of gender,"

"of race, language, class and religion."

"Free and Equal.

"Where the lives of citizens should be not only worthy,"

"but beautiful, beautiful and worthy."

"Let magnificently live it Man remade by freedom."

It's beautiful, director.

You know how to touch the heart.

These are D'Annunzio's words.

I just published them.

These are the principles of the Rijeka Constitution.

I did everything wrong, my child, everything.

I should have stayed by the side Of the Poet, ace of the skies,

war hero, settle for To shine his reflected light.

Waiting patiently, under the protective wing of the father.

Gutted is the man Who does not know his own limits.

Here's another one. What do you want here?

Go ahead, Bianca.

BIANCA: Thank you.

A little while ago I met some guys.

We represent Italians concerned about the state of the country,

For the future of the economy, for the productive forces,

for the safety of our families.

Bourgeois pusillanimity, that's what it is.

Anguished at the mere thought of losing some miserable comfort.

What do they want from us?

We feel the need Of a levee to the red flood,

An embankment that, we argue, can only be black.

- Do they want our help? - That's right.

- Those parasites? - That's right.

And going against the laborers who are starving

And they struggle as best they can to improve an infamous state of life.

While landowners are getting fat without restraint.

Yes.

Against workers Who work 14-hour days,

for the profit of industrialists

who don't even deign to to visit them in the factories.

- Yes, yes... Against all.

Against the weak, the oppressed, the exploited,

against everything for which we have consecrated our lives,

our struggle, Cesarino. - And indeed.

Fucking shameless.

Why would we ever get on on the side of the vampires?

(THEY SING "YOUTH")

Socialists of Italy, we solemnly promise

to demonstrate to the philosophers of the reactionary bourgeoisie...

(THEY SING "YOUTH")

dream fish

ARDIT: Open up!

(KNOCKS ON THE DOOR)

Open!

(THEY SING "YOUTH")

(THUDDING AND SHOUTING)

MUSSOLINI: ..to the petty rulers of the Savoy monarchy,

That the vitality of socialism is perennial! It is perennial!

Long live socialism and long live the revolution!

Go to work!

Run, rabbit, run!

(THEY SING "YOUTH")

"Ta-ta-ta-ta-ta! Ta-ta-ta-ta-ta!"

"There's a pic-pum pic-pum!"

MARINETTI: "Offer oneself, offer oneself, offer oneself,"

"offer themselves as a gift to my friends the poets, painters,"

"musicians, ru-no-si-ti,"

"fu-you-ri-you. Zang!"

"Tumb! Zang! Zang!"

"Tumb!"

"Screaming at the top of my lungs, under bites, slaps."

"Zang. Zang. Whip, pic-pum-pam."

"Boom!"

"Pam-pam-pac!"

"Zang. Tumb. Tumb!"

Socialists of Italy,

we promise...

..socialism is forever!

It is forever!

It is forever!

Socialism is forever!

- Traitor. - Socialism is forever.

SOCIALIST: Traitor! Traitor!

Traitor!

(THEY SING "YOUTH")

MUSSOLINI: "Albino, my protégé.

The valiant Amerigo.

I love them, I love the action, those who perform it.

I love the brave, those who take action, those who act and react.

I admire those who dare, who hurls himself against the enemy

With a knife between his teeth, heedless of death.

My people, my new people,

the people of fear.

The hideous tenderness of these lise jackets,

Of these little coats.

The poignant mediocrity Of these white-collar folders,

shopkeepers' smocks impoverished by the crisis.

Little bourgeois afraid of chaos."

(APPLAUSE)

Brave!

The choice...

The choice between the two civilizations...

..is simple.

The bourgeoisie has on its shoulders a centuries-long history of progress

and achievements.

The proletariat,

Still only a chronicle Of inexperience and folly.

Against the false sellers of smoke, the cowardly socialists,

imbeciles of all kinds,

I raise the cry high and clear: Long live the reaction!

Bravo!

Eh, no. We are revolutionaries! We will not go toward reaction!

We are reactionary in the sense that we intend to react

To all the subversive currents Of national life!

And we are revolutionaries as often as necessary,

To ferment new forces of life!

Away. Go!

MUSSOLINI: Go, go, we have no need extravagant buffoons.

Out!

Zang-Zan, huh! tun-dun-bum-zan-tun!

Go, Marinetti, hearts high.

Let us hurl ourselves at the enemy!

Right!

MUSSOLINI: Against the red beast.

Let us make a ram Of all our lives,

We defend our securities,

we mutate fear...

..in hatred!

Duce.

Uh!

Eja eja, alalà.

Are you back?

MUSSOLINI: An era is over.

The world, as it used to work, no longer works.

- Do you want to tell me where we are going? - Be patient.

Liberal democracies are collapsing, Margarita.

All it takes is a little push and everything comes down.

And no matter who will give this nudge, industrialists,

shopkeepers, poets...

MARGHERITA: Stay here. ..landowners.

Revolutionary is he who the revolution makes it. Bella, come here.

MARGHERITA: Voilà!

(APPLAUSE) New era,

new newspaper headquarters.

MARGERITA: The director's room.

MUSSOLINI: Thank you, thank you.

Well, get to work, come on.

MUSSOLINI: To work.

Come on, get out of here. And I told you to hurry up.

MUSSOLINI: The last touch, learning to fly.

Like D'Annunzio,

the Poet, ace of the skies And hero of war.

The Superman.

And as he says, "Life is good."

"And worthy that magnificently live it Man remade by freedom."

The engine. It's losing revs.

- How? - We have to land!

The engine doesn't run. Let's get off!

You take the controls, for God's sake!

They are stuck.

Are they stuck?

(GRIDA)

(BABY THUD AND CRY)

Rachel! Rachel!

(RACHELE IN ROMAGNOLO)

More than the crash, the pain in the ass will kill me.

It's mathematical, a man being a man,

cannot last more than seven consecutive days in the family.

- Will you give us a penny? - Will you give us a penny?

I don't have anything.

CHILD: Will you give us a little money? - Stop.

MARGHERITA: I need to talk to him. RACHEL: He's resting.

You, here?

RACHEL: The doctor said that he has to stay in bed.

I'm awake, Rachel! Rachel, I am awake!

Ms. Sarfatti.

- Director. - "Ma'am. - How are you?

You know, I have a tough exterior.

I heard that there is something urgent.

Rachel, thank you.

Rachel.

Benito, no.

Not here. - But how not?

I am dying And you refuse me?

How long has it been since your wife hasn't changed her sheets?

Eh...

- Ah! Uh-huh.

The air is stale.

So the urgency was not an excuse to see me.

The president of the Council resigned.

Nitti? The Cagoia?

Overwhelmed by the crisis and by the inability to restore order.

But this is wonderful news.

Wait, in its place, the king put...

Who?

The Honorable, Giovanni Giolitti.

I am not afraid of anything and of no one.

I will stop all violence, wherever it comes from.

Socialists, fascists, I won't look anyone in the face.

Order will be restored.

80 years old. Lifelong congressman, five times head of government.

Giolitti is not a coward like Nitti.

Giolitti is an old fox.

He is diabolical, like a magician.

She is an old liberal whore. And like all old whores,

knows the trade.

(IN ROMAGNOLO)

Eh, from the window, is one word.

He is 7 feet tall and weighs 200 pounds.

- But who? - But who, Giolitti!

Rachel.

Benito?

One day he will come back, and he will not find me.

Benito?

One has to go to the press, a position will have to be taken.

ROSSI: (muffled) Benito?

One has to go to the press, a position will have to be taken.

We greet, with favor, Giolitti's return,

as the only statesman capable of restoring social balance

And restore the internal order.

Hmm?

Do you really think so, director?

Of course not, you jerk.

MUSSOLINI: For us, the balance social, order, would be ruin.

We need chaos. Chaos, fear, hatred.

And that would really be able to restore the quiet.

It's just that until you understand how Giolitti wants to move,

caution.

How smart Cesarino is.

But is it true that it would be advisable to

understand quickly how he wants to move.

When I kill him, it will be a death slow, painful, a stuff...

Well? Come on, come on! To make the paper, come on!

And send me the Ceccato.

Were you looking for me, director?

Come, my little one, come. Close the door.

I would need...

- I have something to tell you. What?

Yours.

And how do you know it's mine?

Well, only ever with you.

Bravo.

Now let's fix this, shall we?

What, no?

I want to keep it.

Do you want to keep it?

(RUSSIAN RACHEL)

Family. Remember that there is nothing more important.

Oh God.

Are you not well?

Huh?

(IN ROMAGNOLO)

Eh.

We fascists are firmly determined.

Firmly determined, we fascists, not to... "Titta, frinta, tenta."

No excess will be spared. None.

(DOOR OPENS)

Mh-mh. His Excellency the Prefect is waiting for you, Mussolini.

Mussolini.

His Excellency President Giolitti greatly appreciated

the sober and balanced position of his paper.

Good. And I'm here, just to point it out.

I figured.

However, I would like to do it with the president of the Council.

This is not possible. His Excellency is very busy.

Right now he is negotiating an important agreement

between industrialists and strikers.

Here...

..just in that regard, I wanted to say to the president.

..that we fascists are ready to respect order and legality.

But should the government's attempt to curb the excesses

Of socialist extremists, should it fail...

..you see, we...

..we would spare no excess to oppose the Bolshevik drift.

No excess will be spared.

None.

Employees ask us, the shopkeepers,

We are asked by those who own even just a handkerchief of land.

The productive classes are asking us for it And the homeland demands it of us,

industrious and devoted to Christianity.

I will report.

Hmm.

(PHONE RINGS)

Yes?

Very good.

The government's first attempt to curb socialist excesses,

As she calls it, he succeeded.

In exchange for the return of the factories,

Wage increases will be granted.

Revolution in exchange of a plate of lentils.

Along with the promise of worker control

And profit sharing.

Promise you will never keep.

Take care of yourself, Mussolini.

(EERIE SOUNDS)

Caesar!

ROSSI: The date, the date. - Caesar.

All right. Goodbye, thank you.

What?

I had a nightmare, Cesarino.

I saw the end.

Disaster. The apocalypse.

(SATANIC LAUGHTER)

Social peace.

I threatened an escalation of our actions,

The prefect did not flinch. He let us do the dirty work.

Now they will put in place the socialists.

Goodbye. - Sorry, but it was to be expected.

Slow, painful.

It all comes back, indeed, in the election you have to...

What election?

"Les jeux sont faits."

Giolitti just announced them. That's clear, isn't it?

He wants to capitalize on the results he has been able to achieve.

He makes a big list with all anti-socialist forces.

Well, no one is more anti-socialist than I am.

Here, if you don't get into that list as well...

Ally ourselves with Giolitti?

By necessity, Benito, by necessity,

at the next election Who is afraid of socialists,

will vote for those who have a better chance to beat them.

It takes me away from my new people.

Otherwise, for us it ends like last time.

A handful of votes, jail time ...

And Giolitti is not the Cagoia, Nitti.

Giolitti behind bars leaves you there.

Sleeping with the old liberal whore. Hmm?

Assuming the whore, even as an old woman, wants it.

Tell Giolitti that the fascists, in the elections,

are ready to side with the mainstream parties,

Against the socialists.

All on the same list.

Eh, I mean, Mussolini, you make it easy.

I assure you that it is not at all easy.

But not even for the traditional parties.

You understand, you have a reputation, shall we say. questionable.

Hypocrites. They made use of us And now they turn up their noses.

The violence you practice is embarrassing.

We are violent as often as that it is necessary to be so.

Ours is a violence ... chivalrous.

Here.

(HUMS "RED FLAG")

And explain to the president, that if he wants to eradicate violence,

the best way is to allow a force like ours,

To exercise its vitality in institutional venues.

Convenient for everyone.

In politics, as in life, one does not marry for love.

If we were to remain outside the parliament,

a force like ours, without a legal outlet, has no alternative.

Is that a threat?

This is an easy prediction.

Those who cannot be heard in parliament, must make themselves heard outside.

Eh, yes...

..one does not marry for love, but one has to get along,

at least inside the house.

For example, River.

River, what?

Well, it's an illegal occupation.

It seems clear to me that the government cannot tolerate it.

If the urgency arises to dislodge D'Annunzio...

..the fascists what would they do?

(TENSION MUSIC)

(PHONE RINGS)

"My dear, Commander,"

"the long silence Has not made my voice dim,"

"nor is my devotion lessened. It is necessary, however,"...

"We must, however, now, specify our goals,"

"in order to move, move and direct the national consciousness."

Again? He doesn't know how to do anything but point out, distinguish, quibble.

Out there are two battleships, eight destroyers,

And I don't know how many garrisons Of artillery, and he quacks, quacks.

Write, Comrade Samurai, write.

"Comrade, absent and frigid..."

Fuck, there was once, one, who refrains from offending.

"Here they are preparing to consummate the crime."

"Are you ready with your to invade the police headquarters?"

"To storm the prefectures?"

MUSSOLINI: But what do you want me to assault?

But what should I assault? Save yourself, rather. Don't get yourself killed!

Surrender. People don't know even where River is.

Do you want it? Ask for it! Just try to ask!

Surrender. Crazy old man.

Let yourself be saved.

- You know what D'Annunzio is to me. - Yes, I do.

- A father. - A thorn in the flesh.

And now you have a chance to take it away.

When I look at myself now, do you know what I see?

The man I hated as a boy.

Giavazzi.

Giavazzi.

- Tell me. - Giavazzi.

Director.

Let us make our voices heard against the cowardly attack on Rijeka

And to D'Annunzio.

Title, cubital: "The Crime!"

MUSSOLINI: Catenaccio: "All Italy rise up!"

"There are dreams, ideals, symbols, that a man cannot sacrifice."

"Because without ideals, symbols and values."

"a man simply is not."

He assured me.

Calling for revolt, rising up, shout out one's outrage.

Appearances, is just saving appearances.

But without moving a finger.

A man, in order to become a man, must kill his father.

("BARCAROLLE, THE TALES OF HOFFMANN" JACQUES OFFENBACH)

Here we are alone again.

Alone against all.

With our solitary courage.

It dies with us the dream of a better world.

(COUGHS)

(DOOR CLOSES)

- So? - The socialists won again.

ROSSI: And we...

What about us?

1.

Two.

Three.

("RIGOLETTO - THE WOMAN IS MOBILE" GIUSEPPE VERDI)

A triumph!

MAN: Quiet!

("RIGOLETTO - THE WOMAN IS MOBILE" GIUSEPPE VERDI)

12.

Rachel. Triumph.

A triumph, Rachel.

They are among the ten highest rated nationwide.

National, Rachel.

(IN ROMAGNOLO)

Let's bring 40 deputies to Rome, Rachel. 40!

This will be the most wonderful time of our life. Remember.

Of course.

With her?

Again with 'this, Rachel.

("RIGOLETTO - THE WOMAN IS MOBILE" GIUSEPPE VERDI)

MUSSOLINI: "The scene is majestic.

The king's throne towers above the courtroom,

which is beginning to be populated of newly elected deputies.

And for the first time in the history Kingdom, he welcomes us.

The children of the new century, the fascists."

Welcome.

Good morning, everyone.

(INDISTINCT VOICES)

MUSSOLINI: "Giolitti, the Giant.

He thinks he has domesticated us, but instead he has only legalized us.

He let us in Where we were not supposed to enter.

There they are, the socialists."

I am like the beasts, I feel the time coming.

And no matter how, my time has come.

What does it matter if I became The man I hated as a boy.

I am a consistent beast, I have betrayed everyone.

I also betray myself.

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