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(ENGINE SOUND)

(BRAKES SQUEALING)

(LAUGHTER AND ENGINE SOUND)

(WOMAN SCREAMS)

Here, well done, arrange them well that now I'll shatter them for you.

They also greet him. Dickheads.

I was negotiating, by God. And now?

Now I have revenge comrade Florio.

Avenged... Someone who asked for it,

like you you only searched a pretext to shed blood.

Look here, we have become absolute evil, we have become.

I don't care.

The King negotiates with the socialists to bring them to government.

Here is the fruit of your masterpiece, genius.

The socialists are dead, I destroyed them.

All peasant organizations and workers of Italy

they called a strike against us.

You destroyed us.

I see ourselves in great shape.

(DOOR OPENS)

The King was scared for the strike and decided:

no socialists in government.

GIAVAZZI: Excuse me, Mr. Rossi.

BALBO: The dead have dug themselves up also the pit.

Most of it is done, now just throw it down this moribund state and it's over.

The last push.

And who cares about one or two ministries, we can take it all!

(MUFFLED SOUNDS)

Well, the socialists are destroyed,

with this strike story, yes Did they dig the grave themselves, or not?

Now let's give a shoulder and let's throw away this moribund state.

How can you not understand that?

Listen to me, forget about politics.

What is one or two ministries? We can take everything here.

All!

Gather as many comrades as you can.

To do?

- Comrade Balbo! - Present!

I want 20,000 black shirts. Let's push the shoulder now.

- You'll have them. - Go.

What? I have always loved dogs.

"Fascists, Italians,"

"the hour of the decisive battle"...

.."it rang".

How are you dressed?

Eh, the Facta party.

Facta's party, that's a first-rate funeral.

- So we're not going anymore? - Never crossed my mind.

Benito, but you told me you to confirm.

You misunderstood.

FACTA: In 30 years of parliamentary life,

of difficult moments I've seen many.

And this is just one of many.

- Compliments. - To you, beautiful.

I trust that everything will work out bringing the fascists to government.

A foldover, eh, of course, nothing more.

To keep them good.

Excellence, one word.

There are reports of rallies of the black shirts.

- Where? - In Naples.

It seems that Mussolini will speak at San Carlo.

(SIGH)

("MADAMA BUTTERFLY: ONE NICE DAY WE WILL SEE" GIACOMO PUCCINI)

(SINGS "MADAMA BUTTERFLY: A BEAUTIFUL DI' WE WILL SEE" BY GIACOMO PUCCINI)

- There are tens of thousands... - Shh!

..30, 40,000, we don't keep them anymore.

Let's let it finish. A little respect for beauty.

(THUMPS AND SCREAMS)

(CRASH)

Continue.

Please continue. Continue.

(SINGS "MADAMA BUTTERFLY: A BEAUTIFUL DI' WE WILL SEE" BY GIACOMO PUCCINI)

(THUMPS AND SCREAMS)

Duce! Duce! Duce!

FASCISTS: Duce! Duce! Duce!

Duce! Duce! Duce!

Duce! Duce! Duce!

Duce! Duce! Duce!

Duce! Duce! Duce!

We have arrived in Naples, from every part of Italy.

(FASCISTS CHEER)

And Italy watches at our conference

because it isn't there after the war European and global,

a more important phenomenon, more original

and more powerful than Italian fascism.

It is true!

Duce! Duce!

Only we fascists can bring order

in a state that once again he demonstrated his impotence.

What Italy do you want?

That of strikes of the Bolsheviks?

(together) No!

Or... the one who works, who thrives?

FASCISTS: Yes!

Safe.

So, the path is one and only one.

Fascism must take power.

Duce! Duce! Duce!

- But the question... - Duce! Duce! Duce!

But the question is: how?

Legality or illegality?

Electoral gains or insurrections?

(together) Insurrection! Insurrection!

But the answer we don't have to give it ourselves.

We are ready for anything!

Yes!

Because if the clash were to decide on the field of strength...

..may victory be ours! We are worthy of it!

Hey! Hey! Alala! Hey! Hey! Alala!

Hey! Hey! Alala!

Hey! Hey! Alala! Hey! Hey! Alala!

Black shirts!

Or they will give us the government or we will take it by descending on Rome!

Rome! Rome! Rome!

Rome! Rome! Rome!

FASCISTS: Rome! Rome! Rome!

Rome! Rome! Rome!

MUSSOLINI: "The die has been cast now There's no going back."

("RETURN TO SURRIENTO" BENIAMINO GIGLI)

Oh Rome, oh death. (NITRITE)

DRIVER: Strunz'!

Fuckhead!

DRIVER: Oh shit!

(softly) Gentlemen, I give you the honor to lead the revolution.

At midnight, on the 26th of this glorious month of October 1922,

you will be in charge our strengths,

until the conquest of the nation.

(THUD AND LAUGHTER)

("RETURN TO SURRIENTO" IN THE DISTANCE)

The plan is simple.

We will concentrate our forces around the capital.

MUSSOLINI: Santa Marinella, Mentana and Tivoli.

While your headquarters, the command of the insurrection...

...that is you...

..it will be here

In Perugia.

The revolution will have five stages.

Mobilization and employment of public buildings,

concentration of our forces around Rome,

ultimatum to Facta for the transfer of powers,

entry into Rome and taking possession at any cost of the ministries.

Objections?

- Well. - And the fifth?

Which fifth?

You said that the revolution will have five stages.

In case of defeat, quick retreat towards central Italy.

Here's the fifth.

MUSSOLINI: (softly) Dickhead.

Duce, no one more than me he despises putrid Italy.

Senile, lousy.

Homeland of pacifist castrati, but... I have doubts.

Do you have any doubts, De Vecchi? That's right of castrati have doubts.

But the militias are not ready. Not we have weapons, uniforms, management.

And wake up, De Vecchi. We have been fighting for three years.

Yes, it's one thing to go against four ragged peasants,

It's one thing to go against an army! - Shh! - Shh!

Against a State.

De Vecchi, a state worthy of the name,

he would come in now from this fucking door

and he would arrest us all.

It's a scandal that it doesn't happen. This is no longer a state.

What are you afraid of?

It's not fear, it's just...

But why the command in Perugia? It's not connected to anything.

Unpredictability, De Vecchi. Not they won't even see us coming from there.

Because we'll never get there.

De Vecchi, defeatism is the worst flaw of a soldier.

It's not defeatism, it's experience.

Yes, precisely because I know I tell you my job,

we need more time.

BALBO: Putrid little Italy, senile, lousy,

homeland of pacifist castrati and shit!

Don't dare, you know. Don't you dare!

Otherwise? Otherwise?

Calm! Gentlemen.

Come on, calm down.

Gentlemen.

Calm. Calm down, gentlemen.

The revolutionary act of the march on Rome,

Either it is done now or it will never be done again.

There is no government, institutions are in pieces.

The King changes his mind every two minutes,

you shouldn't leave him time to recover.

The fleeting moment that the socialists they were unable to grasp,

it is now in the hands of fascism.

And we won't let it slip away.

- (softly) To us. - (together) To us.

It's suicide.

As if you didn't know, of course it's suicide.

The army will tear us to pieces, it will make us.

Long live the Duce!

It's a ridiculous plan, I know that myself.

With command cut off,

the concentrated garrisons hours and hours of walking from Rome.

Great, Mussolini!

Whose victory?

(together) Over to us!

Whose victory?

To us!

And I am against suicide.

They don't know, it's all a fake.

March, rise up, but what are we, crazy?

In Rome!

(together) In Rome!

MUSSOLINI: "Pretend. Pretend to be ready to march,

pretend to riot."

It's all a fiction.

Which to be credible, it needs of a certain amount of reality.

And then, movement.

Lots of movement.

Black shirts here, there, spread the word.

They gather, march, riot.

Oh God, give him more, give them everything they want!

General, Do you think there's anything to worry about?

- Depends. - From what?

From what you will ask us to do.

If you ask us to stay in the barracks,

other than that if there's anything to worry about, excellence.

There are many of them, they are exalted. They think to be able to do what they want.

If you ask us instead to defend the Kingdom...

There are 40 million Italians, Gentleman.

And they, in comparison, alone a small, ramshackle rabble.

It's impunity which makes them look strong.

If you let us our duty,

no, there is nothing to worry about.

I believe that at the first fire all fascism will collapse.

De Vecchi is right, because that general is right.

We are a rabble, and at the first fire... poof!

We would collapse like a castle of cards. You shouldn't shoot.

MUSSOLINI: Make it four.

(IN ROMAGNOLO)

MUSSOLINI: Ah, and take it even the gala dress.

The gala dress?

Rachele, anything can happen. I have to be ready for any eventuality.

From the most unfortunate, to the most glorious.

Rachel.

- Why? - Shh.

(TICKING)

Here, 90 infantry companies, five of artillery.

Here 60 infantry, four of military genius.

Here, here and here, we can gather, in two hours, 240 infantry units,

60 artillery.

Where the army is not already stationed, we have 113 garrison companies

and territorial.

Put me in touch with Mussolini.

VALLETTO: Immediately, Your Excellency.

Let's make this happen is not necessary.

There is nothing but a few armchairs can't accommodate.

BOY: Mr. Mussolini!

Mr Mussolini!

- What is it? - On the phone!

Come down!

Run.

MUSSOLINI: President Facta.

It's an honor for me to take part to a government presided over by her,

but you see, the enthusiasm, the energy,

the push for change of fascism,

one ministry it cannot contain them.

Serves me right.

Call me back.

- And you said no? - I can have better.

(IN ROMAGNOLO)

Rachele, in my life only three things matter.

MUSSOLINI: You, our children and the homeland.

It's for you, just for you, that I do what I do.

(PHONE RINGS)

Never cry.

To provide for your future!

(PHONE RINGS)

- To us! - To us!

(PHONE RINGS)

You shouldn't shoot, not even a shot.

(PHONE RINGS)

Director, President Facta on the phone.

He chases me. Pass it over there. Ah, Bianca.

- Yes? MUSSOLINI: At home today. Free day.

BIANCA: All right, director.

Ready?

Facta, let's be clear.

His offering must be fulfilled a leap in quality,

let's say... five ministries.

Interior, Foreign, Defense, Marina, Work.

For less than this, I will not be able to keep rein in the black shirts.

I'll give you until midnight to give me an answer.

Now excuse me, but I have to run.

We are starting to negotiate.

- Cesarino. - Benito.

Were you behind the door?

I knew you would call me.

Cesarino.

Nobody has to move before midnight.

Let it be clear to everyone. Woe betide you now.

Now, you take my calls, you say you don't know where I am.

Well. I walk away for a moment. Listen to me.

- Where are you going? With that suitcase? - I have to do something.

One thing.

(WAKES UP)

(ALARM STOPS)

Cesarino, I have a plan.

Mh-mh.

I will reveal it to you at the appropriate time.

Well.

Am I foreseen?

Certain.

- Sorry for the delay. - Where are we at?

I asked for five ministries nice heavy ones.

Really?

Without me they wouldn't do the government.

And then the fear of insurrection it's eating them alive.

Why set limits?

The new, futurist man, it has no limits.

Runs, flies, tramples all that that stands between him and tomorrow.

What is it?

If we go to battle, they massacre us and then arrest us.

The futurist does not think about arrest. Never.

(APPLAUSE)

The important thing is that dogs don't do shit.

("LA TRAVIATA: PRELUDE" GIUSEPPE VERDI)

What is it, Benito?

There is that every time that is vital that dogs don't do shit,

they do them punctually.

(THUNDER)

("LA TRAVIATA: PRELUDE" GIUSEPPE VERDI)

Boss, may we know what we're waiting for?

Orders.

ARDITO: Boss, to the boys I don't like waiting.

And neither do I, but we have to wait.

(DEEP BREATH)

There's a trench smell. Di Piave.

It reminds us of another time how did you do it in the war?

Like that, damn it!

Like that, damn it!

No, really, I... I don't understand. What are we doing here?

We occupy the prefecture and we govern the insurrection.

Yes, but why here? In the middle of nowhere.

Far from everything, roads, railways.

De Vecchi,

no one would like it more than me stay in the heart of the action.

But we are the brain, and the brain must remain safe.

Mh.

DE BONO: Cesare, come and see.

- What? You come. You come.

Look.

- Holy God. - Did you see? - The royal army.

DE VECCHI: "Safe", huh?

BALBO: Enemies of the country.

- Black shirts! - What do you want to do? Are you crazy?

Wakes up! Wakes up! Force! Force, drunkards, stand up! Everyone here!

Get out! Call everyone!

No, no, no, no. Now's not the time. The Duce is negotiating.

Black shirts, me!

See you in hell, De Vecchi.

("LA TRAVIATA: WE ARE GYPSIES" GIUSEPPE VERDI)

Are you nervous?

No, not at all.

(DOOR OPENS) Oh!

- What news do you have? - Shh!

But go away.

Facta keeps looking for you.

How many ministries? Well. Very good.

- But that was before. - Before what?

Some Blackshirt garrisons they moved ahead of time.

("LA TRAVIATA: WE ARE GYPSIES" GIUSEPPE VERDI)

ROSSI: The early insurrection has alerted the forces of the Kingdom.

Facta mobilized the army,

and he would ask an urgent conversation with the King.

- Have you mobilized the army? Already.

- We have to go. MARGARET: What's happening?

This is the time to go, like I told you.

Take things.

MUSSOLINI: Let's go! SPECTATOR: Shh!

Fuck you. Let's go.

Was that the plan?

The plan was to raise the tension, have our requests accepted,

but don't go to battle. - Oh, and where?

Swiss.

You wanted to escape to Switzerland.

Only if things had happened really bad things, Cesarino.

Switzerland is so twilight, not futuristic at all.

But what are you saying?

But what are you saying, that Lenin the Bolshevik revolution

he designed it from there, in exile.

And you gave command to those three, so that the blame would fall on them.

- If I fall, fascism dies. - Not if you fall with honor.

You shouldn't have fallen, you shouldn't have fallen.

It was a bluff, do you want to understand? A bluff! A staging.

Benito, you were leaving without me!

But then I would come back for you.

They mobilized the army, so what?

And then they shoot at us, they tear us to pieces.

And so you run away without me,

rather than understanding if they really do it?

But once you find out, it's too late.

They had to give up, without firing a shot.

And instead we give up.

History will laugh at us.

But rather death.

- But look at reality! - And I see reality!

- Shh! - But go to faith in your ass!

Crepuscular, truly melancholic.

(ARIA ENDS, APPLAUSE FROM THE THEATER)

("LA TRAVIATA: WE ARE FROM MADRIDE MATTADORI" GIUSEPPE VERDI)

What did you think you were doing?

- Become a minister. - Me too.

And instead, they will shoot us for high treason.

And that crazy guy over there...

(BALBO LAUGHS)

How do we shoot to people with their dicks hanging out,

who pisses on us?

Come under, at least.

The umbrella is a bourgeois heirloom, the weapon of the Pope's soldiers.

A people who use the umbrella, he cannot make a revolution.

Salute to the Duce!

(THUNDER AND TICKING)

MUSSOLINI: If we don't find an agreement before midnight,

let's go to Switzerland. And get the fuck over Facta.

ROSSI: So, they're looking for him.

Three ministries, five undersecretaries.

In my opinion you can ask for more.

I'm also happy with two ministries and four undersecretaries.

Let's say I'm satisfied not to be shot at.

- How long does it take? - I hear voices. "I'm coming, I'm coming."

Yes, I'm always here.

Yes...

Yes, I understand.

- What did you understand? - Shh.

(THUNDER)

Okay, thanks.

President Facta is not here.

It's from the King.

They report insurrections to us in different parts of the Kingdom.

As a precaution, we mobilized the army

and await your orders, His Majesty.

He made me believe who would enter the government,

and instead he wanted to take it the government.

I have failed, Sire. I resign.

RE: The fascists rise up, it's not there a government and you can't do it.

She was my last chance.

(SIGH)

KING: Being the King of this country is the most thankless job in the world.

What if I resigned too?

Your Majesty, a King cannot resign.

- I can abdicate. - And leave your son in trouble?

Look how tall he is.

Sometimes I wonder who he got it from.

- Your Highness... - What are you doing, Facta, teasing?

- On the contrary, Sire. I believe that you are the last pillar - Again?

Your Majesty, as my last act,

I suggest proclaiming the state of siege.

To repress fascist barbarism.

The royal army will have no difficulties to sweep away that rabble,

violent and slothful. Reported order, the government will take care of it.

I should give the order to shoot on my subjects?

Hasn't there been enough shooting already?

But the royal army is safe that a reaction signal will be enough,

and the fascists will fall apart, if we stamp them out immediately.

(sighing) It was a siege.

Prepare the decree, and I will sign it.

(SORROW MUSIC)

Take a stand!

The army.

Quick!

- Will they shoot us? MUSSOLINI: Now you ask yourself?

- And maybe then it's the case... - Shh!

Stop.

Turn on the photoelectrics. Light!

OFFICER: Light!

MARGHERITA: Benito, what do we do? - Silence, silence.

(WAKES UP)

- Benito? - Benito!

Run away.

He is capable of getting himself killed.

Greater?

Greater?

- Do you know who I am? - Of course, sir.

- "Honourable". - Honorable, of course.

May I know your name?

Tufano Nicola, "honorable".

Tufano, your presence here,

makes me understand that you are completely unaware of the latest news.

The fascist militias rose up and all of Italy, up to Rome,

it fell into our hands.

Get informed. The army is delivered to the barracks.

Get informed, Tufano, get informed.

And know, that I will remember you, Tufano.

Tufano.

And you idiots, pass me by the command, what are you waiting for?

The decree of the state of siege, Majesty.

Sire, there are columns of black shirts marching towards Rome.

Unless she signs, we can't open fire.

GENERAL: It is no longer possible linger.

Leave me alone.

(DOOR CLOSES)

(THUD)

(THUD)

(THUD)

(THUMPS)

(FASCISTS SING "I CARE")

(IN FRENCH)

(IN FRENCH)

Another copy!

Yes, sir. Of course, sir.

Over and out.

Take shelter. Take shelter.

What... what's happening?

The major received a communication.

He looked up here.

Holy shit.

(INDISTINCT VOICES)

He approaches the gunner.

Holy shit, holy shit.

I couldn't imagine to die this evening,

but if I had known, I would have chosen this dress.

MARGARET: You too.

You look good in a gala dress.

(PHONE RINGS)

- Answers. - Why me?

Reply, damn it. They see me.

You are the closest.

Crawl, damn it.

- But... - Answers!

Strip.

ROSSI: Hello?

I did not understand.

Didn't the King sign?

What?

What?

- What? - The King did not sign.

Benito...

(REDS LAUGHS)

Did we win?

We won.

I won. I won.

Why didn't the King sign?

Didn't he want to shed blood?

He didn't trust it of his own army?

He sensed that there were no alternatives?

Or did he simply think: "But who makes me do it?"

He thought that bad could it be the cure?

Or felt that an era was ending and it was useless to oppose?

We will probably never know.

But here's what we know.

We know that things happened exactly as I said.

Would you have bet on it?

No.

It seems that people like me, you don't understand them.

You see us as clowns, liars, buffoons, scandalous.

Maybe, maybe. But it is irrelevant. We are the new.

Every era has one,

one who thinks alone that his dreams can come true.

39 years old, gypsy from politics.

In parliament for 16 months, son of a blacksmith.

And now, the King awaits me in Rome, to make me Prime Minister.

The youngest Prime Minister to the world.

(IN ROMAGNOLO)

SPECTATOR: Long live Mussolini!

(APPLAUSE)

(SPECTATORS CHEERING)

Say hello.

It would be enough for me to be the most important woman for you.

You are. You are.

You're welcome, master.

Thank you.

Duce! Duce! Duce!

Will we ever leave?

Be patient. They love you.

Duce! Duce! Duce!

From now on, everything he will have to walk perfectly.

I don't want a late train anymore.

Lord, make it happen that we don't change.

Make sure we don't give up to pride and vanity.

RACHEL: To pride and vanity.

(ELECTRONIC MUSIC)

Congratulations.

Now that he got it what he wanted...

..be kind, send your people home.

Your Majesty, they have walked for days to reach Rome.

Let's make them happy, let them march.

(SIGH)

FASCISTS: Rome! Rome! Rome!

Rome! Rome! Rome!

Rome! Rome! Rome!

Duce! Duce! Duce!

Duce! Duce! Duce!

Gentlemen.

What I do today, in this classroom,

it is an act of formal deference towards you,

and for which I ask none certificate of specific recognition.

Now,

the Italian people, in its best part,

he bypassed a ministry and a government was given above,

outside and against any designation of parliament.

I leave...

...to the melancholic zealots of super constitutionalism

the task of dissecting, more or less plaintively, about it.

I assert...

..that the revolution he has his rights.

And I'm here to defend

and enhance to the maximum the revolution of the black shirts!

I refused to win big, and I could win big.

I set limits for myself.

With 300,000 young people, armed completely determined, determined for everything,

and almost mystically ready to my order...

..I could punish all those that they defamed

and attempted to tarnish fascism.

I could have made this classroom deaf and gray a bivouac of maniples.

Long live the parliament! Viva!

Viva!

I could... I could have bolted parliament!

And create a government exclusively of fascists.

I could, but I didn't want to.

(BUZZ)

We have to protest, to make the Chamber dignified.

This Chamber has the government that he deserves.

Gentlemen.

I don't want to govern against the House.

As long as I can.

But the House must hear your particular situation

which makes it possible the dissolution in two days,

like in two years!

Duce! Duce! Duce!

Democracy survives

courtesy of me. For now.

Try to be good.

FASCISTS: Duce! Duce! Duce!

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