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MUSSOLINI: "The people are anxious, in search of institutions, ideas,

of men they represent of fixed points in life."

INSTRUCTOR: Straight back, straight.

MUSSOLINI: Keep your back straight, "Honourable".

MUSSOLINI: "In search of men, that they are safe havens.

The left-wing regimes based on universal suffrage

and social legislation, They gave what they could."

INSTRUCTOR: Less impetuous, Honorable. More controlled.

Momentum isn't everything.

Raise your hand now those against trust in the government.

(TENSION MUSIC)

Bye, bye, Giolitti.

I told you he did it enter where we shouldn't have entered.

ROCCO: The government doesn't get it trust.

MUSSOLINI: The trial of restoration on the right

it is already visible in concrete manifestations.

The century of democracy died in 1919-1920.

The orgy of indiscipline has ceased,

enthusiasm for social myths and Democrats are finished.

Life returns to the individual.

The world goes to the right, the century of democracy is over.

It's time for strong men.

Translated... Giolitti fell, whoever comes after him will fall.

Exactly.

All the corpses will fall

that this dying democracy will try to resurrect.

You will make them all fall.

Until your time comes, Benito.

And I will be ready.

The time for politics has arrived of strong men, yes,

but let them use their heads. Less muscle, more brain.

Less, less street fights, more political strategy.

The time of thinkers has come, not warriors.

Of thoroughbred horses, not the dogs of war.

(BELL)

DUMINI: Long live the King, Long live the homeland and long live the Carabinieri.

We are here to recover the unjustly arrested comrades.

And free this place by the Bolshevik rabble.

- No? - No.

He says no. The usual role playing.

They will duck out of the way, as always.

I told you so or not that was a monster!

He's a monster!

He was a champion, I felt it he was a champion!

- Benito, sit down. - He told me, don't bet.

- But what do you know? - Sit down.

- Benito, sit down. - What?

Savages remain savages, eh.

- But I am your savage. - In private.

The enthusiasm of the moment.

Honorable! Honorable! Honorable!

They are looking for her from Rome, urgently.

Come on, come on. Fast.

(IN ROMAGNOLO)

Rachele, it's politics. You never know when he'll call you.

What, a politician? What do you know about politics?

- Oh, nothing. - So what?

And a suit for the trip.

Do you think I'll go to Rome like this?

Oh, I don't know. If it was good for the conference where you were staying.

Rachele, what do you know of the label?

RACHEL: Nothing. Nothing.

Then a normal dress.

These are difficult times. Dangerous, too.

MUSSOLINI: It's a situation complicated, very complicated.

Very complicated.

Are you crazy? Are you crazy? You've gone crazy, you.

You're crazy. Make them disappear. What if the police come back?

You told me which are dangerous moments.

Politically dangerous, Rachel. Politically dangerous.

Make them disappear.

(IN ROMAGNOLO)

I am a strategist, not a bloodthirsty dog.

She went crazy.

Here they are, the dogs of war.

Dino Grandi, leader of the Bolognese fasci.

Of rural origin, but he studied. An educated farmer.

The worst race, you never screw them.

Roberto Farinacci, the fifth essence of the fascist whip.

Rough, coarse. More than fucking enjoys truncheoning.

Cesare Forni, war hero, nine medals for valor.

One that assaulted me the Municipality of Milan.

The soul of fascism, pure and hard.

(HORN) The real star of the wetsuit...

..Italo Balbo. A genius.

A mad genius.

The use of black shirt as our uniform, it's his idea.

Castor oil to swallow to our adversaries, his idea.

BALBO: Castor oil is a very fine oil,

which is extracted from seeds of ricinus communis.

If administered in large doses, it becomes a powerful laxative.

The funnel is inserted in the throat of the socialist,

and pour a generous amount of castor oil.

Let's say a liter.

Then the socialist joins on the hood of the car,

and carries it around...

(LAUGHTER)

...to shit on himself in front of everyone!

When the government banned the use of clubs and bars,

and even walking sticks,

to prevent us from putting things right our opponents, he...

BALBO: This is a cod of the northern seas.

Dried, it gets its name of stockfish, and it becomes very hard.

Try it at home too. It's very easy.

They are the members of the Central Committee of the Fasci di Combattimento,

which should be the brain of the movement,

and is made up of a herd of rabid dogs.

Leaders in their regions, but dull and despotic,

like the Ethiopian Ras.

I freed the dogs,

and if I got to where I am, I owe it to them too.

But now, I have to call them back.

The trainer enters the scene.

The century of democracy...

..died in 1919-1920.

The process of restoration on the right

it is already visible in its concrete manifestations.

MUSSOLINI: The orgy of indiscipline it has ceased.

Enthusiasms for social myths and Democrats... finished.

Life returns to the individual.

Life returns to the individual.

Sorry Benito, but exactly, what are you talking about?

You certainly didn't make us come here to hear this stuff?

Which is worse than castor.

(LAUGHTER)

Gentlemen. Gentlemen. Gentlemen, please, please.

Listen to the belly of the country. The farmers are pissed.

The workers are pissed. And everyone else?

The industrialists, the owners landowners, the bourgeois, are afraid.

We don't have to do anything else than to tell everyone that they are right.

- They're right. MUSSOLINI: Exactly.

Wear out the system, and after having exhausted him,

present ourselves as the only ones capable of fixing things.

We agree, we approve and shall we go crack some bones?

No.

Not even a jaw?

Ninth!

No, and no! Gentlemen, that's why I called you.

The violence must stop.

He's joking. Joke!

Ostia, Benito, my heart stopped.

Executioner, Benito. These are priestly jokes.

How is it done?

Monsters, I created monsters.

(MUFFLED VOICES)

I wasn't joking!

The squares of Italy must not turn into slaughterhouses

Sundays.

I love violence, you know, it's part of me.

But now we are in parliament,

and that's where we have to overthrow the regime.

The nation has come to us,

when our movement it was announced

like the sunset of a tyranny.

He would disown us if we hired him the appearance of a new tyranny.

Our excesses risk to compact the enemy.

Throw the police at us, army, who were with us until now.

The country wants peace.

And we, after blowing about fears and anger...

..we'll give it to him.

He's not joking.

And I haven't dropped the real bomb yet.

And I'm not done yet.

I will offer a peace deal to the socialists.

- No! - No!

- No, not the socialists! - Not socialists!

- Order! - No.

As far as I'm concerned, and I'm not just speaking for myself,

but the struggle between fascism and socialism can only be solved

with the annihilation of one of the two.

If we want to be honest, fascism, the real, authentic one,

he was not born with Mussolini. The real father is D'Annunzio.

They take out D'Annunzio just to break my balls,

but they know it very well themselves who is a dazed old man,

half blind, swollen.

Children need... (HORN)

..of fathers, not men.

I feel light, liberated from the ballast of those rabid dogs.

Political action will gain in agility and authority.

I have a surprise for you.

I decided to found a new one magazine of political thought.

A laboratory of ideas for the new era.

I want all minds most enlightened of this century

they write to you. Yours can't be missed.

Then get serious.

If the dogs will follow me, fine. If they leave, so much the better.

I will be the only fascist reasonable and respectable.

The only one capable to govern this country

that we contributed to exhausting. - It's the revolution...

(together) ..from within.

First minister, then head of government.

What's wrong Cesarino?

The socialists accept to sign the peace.

Then the story.

When I was a socialist, we arrived on time.

I can't explain it to myself, it was said at 7 p.m.

Mh.

- If they screwed us over, you're in the middle of it. - What do I have to do with it?

Who did he treat?

Here are the socialists.

Forgive us, President, a transport strike.

Who knows who announced it, my grandmother.

The important thing is that we are all here now.

ROCCO: And it's with deep emotion who sponsor the pact

which will end this season bloody, for our homeland.

All of Italy is grateful to you for this gesture of pacification.

Who wants to be first?

Voila, even the honor to be the first.

They still love me.

Peace is made. Now, a nice handshake.

You're welcome, photographers.

ROSSI: Benito, you don't have to now it's so bad.

I didn't feel bad about it, Rudeness bothers me.

Oh well.

I know you wanted to hold on to me shaking hands with old comrades.

I don't care about handshakes.

When we are in power, we will abolish them.

- How will it be done? - How will it be done?

- As. - Handsome.

Nice, huh? Let's remember this. Like the Romans.

The Romans didn't greet each other like that.

Mh, and we don't tell anyone.

Benito, I say it for you.

Because you have to understand who you want to be.

Benito, listen to me carefully.

If one wants to be a statesman,

then he must be happy of the political result, period.

Enough. - Mm.

If instead one wants to be a person who is loved by all,

so let's face it, you screwed up.

The political fact counts. The success is undeniable. Point.

Whoever has betrayed, will betray! Whoever has betrayed, will betray!

Whoever has betrayed, will betray! Whoever has betrayed, will betray!

Honorable, why don't you listen to me?

INSTRUCTOR: Fencing is waiting for the right moment.

Let's start again.

On guard.

- Honorable... - Honorable, damn.

MARGHERITA: "Fascism respects tradition,"

"But he can't stop in the face of declining hierarchies,"

"that having exhausted their historical cycle,"

"They are now incapable of exercising their leadership function".

"Hierarchies in decline they must give up command"

"to the new ascending hierarchies, born from fascism".

For the first issue.

Handsome.

What's wrong with you?

I have to go home.

Stay here tonight. My husband is out.

Don't ask me to choose, Margherita pizza. Chances are you'll be wrong.

Never asked.

I wanted to become a deputy,

but I would have done anything

to be at the head of the shirts black, instead of in parliament.

And I already know that if I were with black shirts,

I would be ashamed of them and I would like to be in parliament.

Who are they?

You are war and peace,

strength and intelligence, evil and care, life and death.

You are everything... and the opposite of everything.

(DOOR CLOSES)

(RACHELE RUSSIA)

("PROHIBITED MUSIC" BENIAMINO GIGLI IN THE BACKGROUND)

That thing of evil, the cure, life and death, tell me again.

("PROHIBITED MUSIC" BENIAMINO GIGLI)

I will be the only fascist reasonable and respectable.

The point is, what makes a fascist,

a reasonable fascist and respectable?

I'll try to explain it.

Look here.

A lion's den ready to tear me to pieces, among the ruins of the empire.

But now, the tamer enters the scene.

(THEY SING "CIGARO" OF MALAKIAN, TANKIAN)

(THEY SING "CIGARO" OF MALAKIAN, TANKIAN)

So let's count on it, and see from Which side are the fascists on, Benito.

Yes, as if it were needed.

Let's think, shall we?

BALBO: Now you want to think.

Before shaking hands with the reds, you had to think.

(FASCISTS NOISE)

But what do you want?

Silence. Enough!

Silence!

You will allow it to be in me a feeling of satisfaction

when speaking face to face to this impressive assembly.

(FASCISTS NOISE)

I collect... I collect the fruit of years of hard battles.

I have to admit of having made mistakes.

And to have a terrible temper!

But two Mussolinis are fighting inside me.

FASCIST: What the fuck are you talking about?

They always fight,

and sometimes they even take risks to kill each other.

And then...

..I'm ready to step back.

(FASCISTS NOISE)

MUSSOLINI: I have to disappear, because you must heal from my illness

and walk to you!

BALBO: Do you know what you look like, Benito?

What?

Those who leave their girlfriend a minute before she does.

Even geniuses can be dickheads.

Coward!

Sold! Sold!

But I tell you, that if I made mistakes,

I did it out of love.

FASCIST: Hypocrisy! - Because I loved too much!

More than anyone I loved this creature of mine,

of which I leave the leadership today.

Jester! Jester!

MUSSOLINI: I'm staying...

(INAUDIBLE VOICES)

MUSSOLINI: I'm staying, and I hope I can stay,

simple wingman of the Fascio.

Take care...

Take care of this creature.

So who? Hmm? Have you already thought about it?

MUSSOLINI: Who will come after me?

Look, I know that you were at D'Annunzio's. I know.

MUSSOLINI: Because you also know it you who need a father.

BALBO: Commander, have you thought about it?

The night is dark.

Diana did not appear.

The sky is silent.

"The sky is silent." Hm, good shit.

So who? Tea?

Or you?

Or ovens? Or Farinacci?

You will scan yourself.

It was you, Benito, to propose peace.

The end of violence, you wanted it.

What are we without violence?

Let's think? Or not?

It's not easy!

And as a simple wingman...

..I commend this beautiful conference the decision on what divided us.

Jester!

The peace pact with the socialists.

Never with socialists!

Oh well!

I...

I don't care about socialists!

(OVATION)

The reasons for living of fascism are others!

We must become...

..a real party!

- I don't care about the party. - Italo, make him explain.

Come on, let's hear, let's hear.

A party...

A party...

A party so firmly regulated and disciplined

that it can turn into an army!

(OVATION)

An army...

..capable of acting on the ground of violence!

Yes!

Nobody says no to violence.

BALBO: But you said it. - We didn't understand each other.

We didn't understand each other!

I say no to gratuitous violence.

But I say yes to calculated violence.

A party with an army.

An army that makes people understand everything that the fascists take seriously!

Yes!

Yes!

A party with an army, something never seen before.

Because this is us: unheard of. Never seen them!

We make history!

Yes!

Duce! Duce! Duce!

FASCISTS: Duce! Duce! Duce!

- Hey! Hey! - Alala!

- Hey! Hey! - Alala!

- Hey! Hey! - Alala!

- Hey! Hey! - Alala!

(all) Hey! Hey! Alala. Hey! Hey! Alala.

Hey! Hey! Alala.

We reasoned.

I haven't changed my mind.

Italy needs peace, he deserves it.

And we will give it to him, with war.

This makes a fascist, a reasonable and respectable fascist.

(BUZZ)

ROCCO: Ladies and gentlemen, Please.

MATTEOTTI: "Why threats, violence in fact, reprisals, punishments,"

"revenge, passion and violence personal of any kind,"

"should immediately cease".

- Colleagues, please! - Let him talk.

These are not my words. These are not my words.

These are words of the Honorable Mussolini.

MATTEOTTI: The pact of pacification.

The peace pact, promises, false promises.

It lasts so little, his word lasts so little.

Giacomo Matteotti, the socialist furred. Very rich family.

His father was a landowner,

they say he lent money to usury to his farmers.

And what does he do?

He takes the side of the farmers, of the poor people.

But go and work the land, instead of busting my balls.

Because the facts, the facts are very different.

The facts are that in the middle of the night,

when good people are in their homes to sleep,

when good people are in their homes to sleep,

the fascist trucks arrive...

MATTEOTTI: ...in the villages, in the countryside,

in compound fractions by a few hundred inhabitants.

It's 20, 30, sometimes even 50 people,

armed with rifles and revolvers.

They call a companion, a father,

a man who barely succeeds to feed his children through work.

They call him and they tell him to get out.

If you don't come out we'll burn your house down, your family and your children.

FLORIO: And the chickens too!

BALBO: And the chickens too! You go out.

(WOMAN SCREAMS)

BALBO: Come here, you ugly bitch, come here!

MATTEOTTI: And so that is it forced to go down.

And at that point, at that point,

the fascists inflict it the most unspeakable tortures

in front of his family!

MATTEOTTI: In front to his family!

BALBO: Fire!

No!

(LAUGHTER)

No dad, run away!

No!

BALBO: Are you comfortable, comrade Florio?

(SCREAMING)

MATTEOTTI: Shame!

Shame. Shame on you.

MATTEOTTI: This is no longer the case political struggle, this is barbarism.

And it's just as scandalous as after having committed their horrendous crimes,

the fascist squads claim the massacres openly

in their war bulletins!

- Well done! - Matteotti, the fool!

Ladies and gentlemen, please calm down!

Ladies and gentlemen, wake up.

In Italy the power is in the hand to terrorist associations,

to criminal organizations, to professional killers!

The Honorable spoke with the blood red flower.

VECCHI: The climate has changed, Matteotti. Now the lead speaks!

Come here. Why are you talking?

Honorable!

- Arrest him! - I'll throw the lead at you, I'll throw you!

We demand to be defended, we demand it!

President, do something to bring order to the classroom.

Right! Right!

Now the magician comes on the scene.

The Honorable Matteotti is right. The Honorable Matteotti is right!

MUSSOLINI: You're right.

Order must be restored!

ROCCO: Please, let him talk.

But we are governed by incompetents!

MP: Right!

This is the responsibility Flabby Prime Minister!

This government is capable to stop the violence?

MUSSOLINI: He is capable to stop the violence?

Only one thing needs to be done a government worthy of the name.

Arrest you all! Arrest you all!

Resign!

Resign!

Resignation! Resignation! Resignation!

Resignation! Resignation! Resignation!

On to the next one.

And who if not myself?

DEPUTIES: Resignation! Resignation! Resignation!

Majesty.

- Mussolini, the moment is serious. - I agree.

The nation needs a government.

Of a government that lasts and exists capable of restoring order.

We are one step away from collapse.

The socialists, Your Majesty. The socialists want nothing else.

The end of the State, of the Kingdom. I myself heard them shout:

"With the guts of the last Pope we will hang the last King."

They tell me no one was shouting as much as she did, just a few years ago.

Don't make me change my mind.

Youthful fury, Your Majesty, it is the fury of youth.

- Today I recognize in you... - Let's not waste time.

My daughter got a quail today.

A quail?

Small, though. Now I have to get a bigger one.

Are you willing to commit?

If you ask me, Your Majesty...

All right.

Then I intend to entrust the task of forming the government...

It's an honor, Your Majesty.

...to the Honorable Luigi Facta.

Like Facta?

Well, he's the only one who said yes to me.

- Honorable Mussolini. - Honorable Facta.

A King who thinks he is saving his homeland with this little man

he really deserves to be hanged with the Pope's guts.

You know I'm having the party this year for my 30 years in parliament?

Congratulations.

Thank you. I'll give a reception, of course you are invited.

Mh.

As for the government,

I thought I'd give it to you fascists a couple of undersecretaries.

Are they okay?

Mh. Goodbye.

Goodbye.

MUSSOLINI: "The humiliation bigger than my life."

They will pay for it.

But now he enters the scene...

...the transformer.

Comrades.

Things are going well. But what do I say "good"? Very good.

The King and Facta crawled at my feet.

They know very well that without us...

...we're not going anywhere.

The game begins now.

We will wear them out in a breathless negotiation,

until we get that that we want. - That is, everything.

That is, a ministry for me.

That's the goal. But we'll go step by step.

MUSSOLINI: I say, we sit in government, and from there,

making him believe that we are reasonable people...

(LAUGHTER)

..like a poison...

(INAUDIBLE WORDS)

Sorry, Benito, can we know too?

They have...

What did he tell you?

One of us...

What? You don't understand shit.

A red shot and killed comrade Florio.

- Death to the socialists! - Calm down, calm down.

(MUFFLED SOUNDS)

We will honor, but we will not do to the reds the gift of falling us

on the wrong side. No excesses.

BALBO: Reading a message by Benito Mussolini:

"There are names which have symbolic value,"

"battle names and rallying signs."

"They, gripped by death, burst into immortality."

Where is the comrade Federico Guglielmo Florio?

Where is the comrade Federico Guglielmo Florio?

(together) Present!

Where is the comrade Federico Guglielmo Florio?

(together) Present!

Present!

(together) Present!

He asked about the trucks.

To do what?

Where is the comrade Federico Guglielmo Florio?

Present!

Where is the comrade Federico Guglielmo Florio?

FASCISTS: Present!

BALBO: Where's the comrade Federico Guglielmo Florio?

FASCISTS: Present!

ROSSI: "Disdain".

"Horror".

"The strongest condemnation".

"Unjustifiable violence".

"Unheard of ferocity".

"A horde of thugs, a whole one city ​​in the grip of gangs of murderers".

Enough.

They're all shooting at us. Socialists, liberals, unions.

- Enough, Cesarino! - Where are you going?

At home.

They'll probably arrest us to everyone.

They will form a government without us, against us.

We succeeded in the miracle of uniting the most quarrelsome country in the world!

We will be remembered for this.

(DOOR CLOSES)

Rachel.

- Rachele, wake up. - But what time I am? - Listen to me.

(IN ROMAGNOLO)

Good. My column.

And this?

RACHELE: I only kept one.

(RACHELE LOADS THE GUN)

You never know.

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