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(SORROW MUSIC)

(CROWD CHEERS)

CHILD: Here it comes! He arrives!
It's coming!

WOMAN: Here it comes! Long live the Duce!

CROWD: Duce! Duce!

(SORROW MUSIC)

MUSSOLINI: They said about us
that we were something ephemeral.

Duce! Duce! Duce!

That we had no doctrine!

That we would last a few weeks.

(CROWD CHEERS)

Melancholy masturbators
of history,

who "never" understand the story!

(CROWD CHEERS)

12 months, 12 "glorious" months,

have passed
from our triumphant...

..march on Rome!

Rome! Rome! Rome!

Do you think that we will last 12 years?

(Crowd acclaims)

Crowd: Duce! Duce! Duce!

(Muffled sounds)

(Deep breaths)

(Disturbing sounds)

Crowd: (muffled) Duce! Duce!

Crowd: Duce! Duce!

Do you think we will last 12 years
Multiply 5?

12 years multiplied 5?

Multiply 5!

(echo) Multiply 5!

(Sing "youth")

Benito.

Rossi: Benito.

I can't see you like this, come on.
It's a party, you said it.

Nobody thought we would last
And instead, look here!

You look like those melancholy children

who are sad
The day of their birthday.

And maybe, for a wrong gift,
they feel misunderstood ...

I understand, Cesarino, I understood.
But they are neither melancholy nor sad.

So what is there?

If you don't understand it,

It means that your intelligence is
Just a legend.

Come on, I drank a little.

Call Balbo.

(Sing "youth")

And anyway, I know what you have.
I just wanted to hear you say from you.

(Sing "youth")

(ELECTRONIC MUSIC)

(ELECTRONIC MUSIC
AND ANIMAL SOUNDS)

(muffled) Duce! Duce!

(muffled) For Benito Mussolini!

(muffled) Hey, hey, hala!

(ELECTRONIC MUSIC)

Remind me why I mentioned you
Commander General of the Militia

and the State pays you
a nabob's salary.

For my worth...

To make those wild beasts,
soldiers!

Obedient and disciplined!

And avoid making him do it
some bullshit,

like beating a priest to death!

It's one thing
which got a little out of hand,

but that Don Minzoni was
an avowed anti-fascist.

He talked about children's freedom.

I sell my soul to the Church,
for this fucking electoral law,

and what do your friends do?
They kill a priest!

But I say, it can be
more idiots, in your opinion?

- Oh well, the law had passed.
- It passed thanks to me!

Thanks to me! And it's thanks to "me"

that we will have so much power
that no one will be able to take it away from us again.

If the Italians will feel horror
For us, if they don't vote for us ...

(In Romagna)

Did you understand?

We need the votes. Just dead.

I don't want to risk anymore.
Is this clear? And that's it!

(Electronic music)

(Sing "youth")

Mussolini: a man from your stature
who starts spying like a servant.

Are you so interested in what I have?

And what you have you,
you have that bad thing

that happens to us at some point
of our existence, when ...

.. when we start
to put the numbers to things.

When we start putting the numbers
to things, how many years do I have left?

How many summers? How many Christmases?

(BANG)

And there is no number large enough
that we can reassure ourselves, is it true?

Why exactly
at this point in life,

the numbers become
hopelessly small, 15, 20...

..Nothing.

That's why you hate those who have fun,
whoever doesn't think about it, hate.

But there is no other way, Benito,

why exactly
because life is short,

we must forget the end!

But stop talking bullshit,
Cesarino.

They are not bullshit.
- They are bullshit! It is not true.

You are drunk like a jerk!
Philosopher of this cock!

I have to give you a news
who will not help you.

- What happened? Tell!
A misfortune.

- To break my balls!
The Jew ...

The Jew ...

Sarfatti.

But what happened?
He was ... was fine ...

He was so happy
For his new assignment,

He threw himself a soul and soul
And he neglected.

Frightening.

Life ...

It's not right.

I appreciate your participation.

Mh?

I appreciate...

I say I appreciate your pain.

Ah, yes.

Well, somehow,
I was fond of him too.

I'm sorry for you.

Nothing holds me back here anymore,
Benito. I decided to leave.

To leave?

Margherita pizza.

Yes. Spain, Africa. I don't know yet.

You can't leave,
There are elections.

- Women don't vote.
- But you're not just a woman.

You don't seem to see the difference
and I don't reap the benefits.

Excuse me.

Don't leave, I need you.

It's all so banal.

Grasp the value of things
Only when you are lost.

Life, people ...

..The love.

Margherita pizza.

Thanks for the visit.

Forgive me, the mourning for the
Israelites is a deep experience.

I now need
to bring out my pain.

Margherita pizza!

You know the road.
Good luck with the elections.

(Sounds "touched in king minor"
By Sergej Prokof'ev)

Presumptuous. Ungrateful.

I don't need her.

We will win, we will tear,
We will make the story.

It is the story that makes immortal.
- Here you are.

First point, the electoral program.
Clear, simple, direct.

Public procurement for industrialists.

MUSSOLINI: Promises of increase
to the workers.

Subsidies to farmers.
Tax relief for the bourgeoisie.

Voting fascist must be
the solution to all evils.

"Seem".

Never like today, what it seems,
it has to feel real.

Permit.

Now... "Permission"...

Isn't there a maid for this?
- I fired her, Benito.

(IN ROMAGNOLO)

Then no one knows how to do things like that
they should be done the way you like them.

Without consulting me?

You are the wife
of the Prime Minister.

You tell him, Cesarino.
You are a lady.

Come on, look over there,
I find myself the waitress.

You're in charge outside and I'm in charge at home,
is it a problem? Huh?

We are no longer who we once were.

You have to get used to it.

You never know.

Thank you, Donna Rachele, thank you.

And congratulations on the new house,
she's gorgeous.

RACHELE: I didn't
nothing me, he did everything.

I'll let you work.

MUSSOLINI: Thank you.

The perfect wife.

Benito ...

The law is a double -edged sword.

Who wins ...

Whoever wins, takes everything.
If we lose it is the end.

Maybe Margherita was right.
I had to be satisfied.

The government, she ...

But those who are satisfied does not make the story.

Benito, we can't lose.
The victory is not under discussion.

This is not the problem.

And what is the problem?

Because I knew there was a problem and
I knew you would have pulled it out of you.

If we win, and we will win ...

.. who do you send in parliament?

They are 360 seats,
We don't have 360 candidates.

- No.
- No. Decent, no.

And let's face it,
The fascists are what they are.

Chief Militia: Sinist, Sinist,
Sinist, Dest, Sinist!

First line, forward. On guard!

- I misunderstood!
- Ah!

- I misunderstood!
- Ah!

- I misunderstood!
- Ah!

Not bad.

Greetings to the Duce.

Balbo: Animal.
You are a courtyard animal.

But not even,

You are just a piece of matter
organic, amphibious, shapeless.

Did you understand what I mean?

Wood?

(SPITS AND LAUGHS)

Shit! Out!

(DOOR CLOSES)

Next dickhead.

Last name and first name, dickhead?

Mussolini Benito Amilcare Andrea.

- Benito.
- Italo.

Come on, get on your feet!

Sorry, Benito, but not even that anymore
I listen to them anymore, I go on automatic.

They're all dickheads anyway.
Out.

Get out, come on!

Most thankless task
you couldn't give it to me.

He understood it.

They are ignorant,
undisciplined, arrogant,

and they have no respect for anything.
- But there must be some good ones, right?

These are only good for beating.

I need respectable people
to bring to parliament, Italo,

"respectable".

And, possibly, capable.

We could have 360 seats,

but we 360 decent candidates
do we have them?

Those of today...

"He covered the theme
in a somewhat convoluted form,"

"He demonstrated an inability
in solving problems,"

"even the most basic ones".

"Athletic and not lacking in talent"...

There he is.

.."but with a temperament
neurasthenic, almost epileptoid".

Balbo: "He is not a normal individual".

"He doesn't know the concept
of balance ".

This other has a strong -willy spirit,

but it is unable to carry out too
the most elementary reasoning.

Then, schizoid traits, aggression
out of control, cleptomania,

disorder of the sexual sphere,
primitive instincts,

still trapped
in the anal phase ...

What did I miss to me?
(Towards the peacock)

(Imitated towards the peacock)

- Cesarino, are you crazy?
- ShH.

(Towards the peacock)

(Imitated towards the peacock)

But what is that bird doing there?

This is not a bird,
he is the king of the birds. It's a peacock.

I know it's a peacock,
what the fuck is he doing on my bed?

A wretch brought it.
He says, it's a little gift for you.

Do cartwheels for the Duce.

Do cartwheels.

He brought these too
for your children, eh.

And a music box for Donna Rachele.

A wretch?

Benito, a Democratic congressman
left-wing independent.

(MUSIC BOX MUSIC)

MUSSOLINI: And what did he want?
- Be a candidate with us, Benito.

A shitty man who spat on us
on me for years and now,

just to stay in parliament,
he's ready to put on his black shirt.

ROSSI: A disgusting turncoat.

He thought he was ingratiating himself with a
music box, two shitty toys

and a peacock
who can't even do cartwheels.

(SOUND OF THE PEACOCK)
And you kicked him out?

- Kick it.
- A disgusting turncoat.

(IN FRENCH)

- Doesn't it horrify you?
- It makes me angry.

- You write.
- What? - Take notes, Cesarino.

Parasite.

- I write "parasite"? - No, that it is
We keep a parasite for us.

Abjuration of the party of origin.

Oath of loyalty
Absolute to the Duce.

Total dependence on his will.

But what is it?

What he has to do
Who wants to apply with us.

We open a list to everyone,
But in those conditions.

(Sweet music)

Humanity is disgusting.

Disgusting, Cesarino.

Duce!

Duce!

- Duce!
- Duce!

Man: back, don't get closer.

Caesar!

Work! Move! Caesar! Caesar!

Divide by category, and each
Category in alphabetical order!

Cesarino, there is a row out
which no longer ends.

Is that what I think?
- It's a nightmare, Benito, it's a nightmare.

Everything is done, but not only
deputies and parliamentarians,

But the municipal councilors,
trade unionists,

business procacciators,
worms and whores.

- Well, well.
- What is good?

Employee: President.

Rossi: It is an entire people
of opportunists,

lined up to jump
on the chariot of the papabile victor.

You didn't understand
the scope of the thing.

They deny their ideals,
they shatter their parties

and make themselves available.

It is a monumental work
of political and moral destruction,

do you understand?
- I understand.

I understand and recognize that it is...

..it's brilliant.

It's tragic.

And it's about this tragedy
that we will build our triumph.

But those who brought us here,
the fascists, the real ones,

How do you think they'll take it?

A second wave of beatings
it's needed. It's needed!

Complete the revolution.

Clean up, don't board
these transformists, what is it?

Thus the nucleus is polluted
originally from fascism.

Only those who share sincerely
and authentically, and from the first hour,

our ideas, can be part of
our list. Where were those cowards

when we fell
the old liberal bitch?

Where were you, probably,
to tremble while sitting in an armchair.

- Don't dare.
- Good, gentlemen!

You too are guilty, Balbo,
you are guilty too.

Because here they open
the doors to the merchants, right?

While they are kicked out of the Militia
those "valiant" young people,

who fought
for our ideas!

Yes, yes, like those troglodytes
that come from your area.

But who are you?

But who the fuck are you?
to decide who is in and who is not?

I am the Commanding General
of the Militia.

But you're a kid.

General with medals
of chocolate.

You just want a comfortable chair
For your flaccid ass.

Someone says "enough".

Enough!

Enough!

Fascism is giving
an unworthy image of himself.

Here, someone had to say it.

Baghe of low power, envy
personal, mean rivalry.

Meschine, here.

Forni: and Affarucci,
Intrallazzi, trafficking.

It was enough to touch the power,

To lose purity
of the revolutionary spirit!

The corrupt had to be hired,
And he has taken his place!

It is so.

The fascist party,
"This" fascist party,

It is no longer my party.

Dumini: Forni.

Wait, Cesare. Caesar!

Caesar!

(Mussolini caught)

- Cesare!
- I'm in a hurry.

Where you go?

But what is it? Away!

Benito.

Forgiveness.

You come. Let's think.

Accommodated.
- Accomeded you.

(SIGH)

Thanks, you took off me
The words of mouth before.

Man is a beast.

By its very nature, it is incapable of
Watching, wants more and more.

Forget the common good
for personal interest,

let it be overwhelmed
with worst instincts,

Brama, greed, individualism.

The fascists, unfortunately,
They are not an exception.

I believe...

I think it depends on ...

..Dalla death.

From the fear of death.

Forni: I'm not afraid of death.

Naturally.
Except for those present, of course.

Caesar, fascism needs
of men like you at the top.

I neglected you, I was wrong.

But, I was submerged with prebends,
Of prayers of beggar!

A true fascist does not ask,
A true fascist ... do.

Especially now that we have opened
our lists,

The backbone must be
straight, healthy.

Benito, "This party
It is no longer my party ",

It means literal ... what I go out.

I will present my list.
A list of alone, true fascists.

A list against?

A list that returns to the origins,
To what we dreamed,

to what we promised ourselves.

A list of opposition, Cesare.

Depends,
where you place you, Duce.

(Excited voices)

Rossi: Identity card. Passport.

Then, from now on,
when you have to do something for us,

you are this one.

I'm sorry, Dumini,
you messed up too much.

Your old identity
it is not stainable.

(SIGH)

"Bianchi Gino, by Emilio
and of Franceschi Fanni".

- Fanny.
- Fanny.

"Born in Florence on 3 January 1895,
of publicist status".

I always wanted to be a journalist.

Get men of absolute
trust, hm? Absolute.

To do? Exactly?

Let's say, special operations. Hmm?

Newspapers must be kept
All under control, huh?

Opponents put back in line, however,,
Dumini, the things done in Modino.

With caution, no clamor.

Rossi: you show yourself
to the parties of the parties,

And when there are elections,
to electoral cabins.

And persuaded ...

"We, we who have pushed
The country kicks at war, "

"And we have led it to victory".

"We who have paid
Blood for the homeland ".

"We found today
The fighting bundles!

Mussolini: "Today,
23 of March 1919, "

"Fascism is born today".

"For the future,
the avant -garde, the revolution! "

Do you remember it, yes?

Piazza San Sepolcro.

It is that I, sometimes,
I forget it ...

..Born, no.

Here's who you put against it.

How?

He will present his list.

I tame them all,

The opposition will present 21 lists

and with the new law they will send
Four cats in Parliament.

The left is disintegrated,
they are divided into unit, maximalists,

communists, third-internationalist,
And who puts on me against me?

Who puts on me against me?

The most fascist fascist of all.

Away, Benito.
How many votes do you want me to take ovens?

-Magari just those who will do us
LOSE. - Just a word, Duce.

Special operations.
- No violence against one of us.

Rossi: I say, we understand what he wants,

And then he gets an offer
that he will not be able to refuse.

- I'm not all like you.
- Intelligent? - whores.

Benito, intelligent people
They are all whores, trusted.

Forni: they worry you
To this point the elections?

Unfortunately they must be carried out.

And I admit they pull out
The worst of each.

We agree.

Caesar, so there is so much.

We folded everyone,
By force, with cunning.

We will have the country in our hands,

Democracy will give us
absolute power

And we will no longer need elections.

So much is missing.

We cannot disunite now that we are
One meter from the finish line, fuck, right?

We will do the country in our image
and similarity.

That's the point,
we are not a pretty sight.

You know what I share?

But a little indulgence is needed
for those who gave so much for their country

and now finally
he sees something coming back.

And for me? What would there be?

We are all whores.

Mh-mh.

Inspector of Colonial Troops.

It's a magnificent charge.

An army general's salary.

There is the colonial house...

..women, but many women.
- Many women?

Many, with an exotic, animal hunger.

Do you see it?

Benito is now so, now, by now.

(Disturbing sounds)

Hand!

I just wanted to be sure that
I couldn't have done without you.

And now that I have had it
yet another test ...

Thanks, Cesare.

Thank you.

We will clean,
You have my word of honor.

It is easier to keep clean
What to clean, president.

I will not withdraw my candidacy,
nor my list.

Ovens.

Who is not with me, is against me.

I will not bend.

But you, to me,
Who should you protect me from?

Well, from any threat,
President.

And who is it that should hurt me?

- But, I don't know.
- The socialists.

The socialists?
The socialists no longer exist.

Anyway, you are the man
most important in Italy,

You have many enemies.

The enemies compete
to enter my list.

It is from the closest
that we must look at each other.

Remember it.

From those yes
that you should protect me.

And now, out of cock.

Goodnight, president.

Goodnight, president.

By friends and myself.

Santa Madonna.

Do you make me feel something with the violin?

Vittorio: he doesn't like it anymore.
- She doesn't like it anymore.

I don't like it anymore.

How don't you like it anymore?

But if your dad asks you,
For once that is here.

Rachel.

- You don't like the skirts more?
- No.

I like these and fencing.

The fencing?

To beat you.

To beat me.

- Look, I'm good, huh.
- I'm not afraid, you yes.

Ouch!

Who is you doing more well, you?

To me!

Like you.

(Whistle)

(Whistle)

(Whistle)

Rachel: don't you come to bed?

What did you put on?

(In Romagna)

Negligee.

Rachel: the real ladies put it.

If you don't like it,
You can remove it.

Where do you go now?

I sleep in the Prefecture,
security reasons.

Go to that ... whore.

(Cry)

I need you.

Of the lover or the councilor?

Mussolini: Both.

Human beings are sad,

more fond of things
than to their own blood,

ready to change
feelings and passions.

Machiavelli writes it 400 years ago,
And it goes only worse.

When you assail of pessimism,

you are more unbearable
when you feel God.

I have never felt
so far from a divinity.

It would be enough for me to distinguish me
among men,

But this is also difficult for me.

In what I am different
from those who embrace me for interest,

For cowardice, for convenience?

I am the first
to have opened their arms.

I am the first
to have betrayed their values.

To allow
the corruption of one's principles.

To have more and more,
To have everything!

Margherita: And you did well.

Did I do well?

One of mine, of the best,
He puts himself against me in the elections!

It is not you who betray fascism,
Benito.

Want more and more,

until you take everything,
by any means.

This is fascism. They should
Just be grateful, everyone.

You collected them from nothing, from
trenches in which they were dying,

from the houses where they could no longer
To stay, from the waste of the story.

And look where you took them.

They are the soldiers.

You are the general.

And only you know how much it costs
to have come this far.

The soldiers fight,
they die, and they don't change their minds.

The generals must decide
and they have to win,

by any means.

The counselor says this:
“You can't doubt it now.”

This is the moment
to take everything,

and then make sure
that no one can take it away from you again.

Do you want it or don't you want it?

Do you want it or don't you want it, Benito!

I want it.

Then take it.
The list counts for nothing.

Traitors count for nothing,
The tough and pure do not count.

Freed from this weight,
There will always be those who will be disappointed.

Who will accuse you of having changed,

because others can afford
To be one, you don't!

You the rules of the world
You can't follow them.

You are what the rules do them!

People will not vote on fascist,
People will vote for you, Benito Mussolini.

And from the first to the last,

they can't wait for someone to
take charge of their problems.

This ... says the councilor.

And what does the lover say?

Leave me, let me go.

Mussolini: We, we who have
I kicked the country in war,

And we have led it to victory.

We who have paid
Blood for the homeland.

We, today,
We found the fighting bundles.

For the future, the avant -garde,
The revolution!

Fascism is born today!

(Door opens)

Dumini: Tell me everything, Benito.

(In Romagna)

Thank you.

You are happy with the salary
what do we give you?

Very happy, Benito, thank you.

And you always have the car available,
the hotel room paid for,

wherever you go,
the rent here in Milan,

the fixed table in the restaurant,
the bonuses, we treat you well, right?

Very good, Benito, thank you.

I can afford it
to ask you something?

Certain.

A fascist feels free to
openly take sides against me,

and what do you do? Do you jerk off?

You jerk off!

- But you told me...
- What did we tell you? What?

What?

MAN: Hurry, we miss the train.

Go.

Don't ever leave me.

Today you say this,
tomorrow you will push me away again.

You know it too.

(THUNDER)

("THAT AMERICAN RHYTHM"
AURELIO GABRE')

Duce! Duce!

("THAT AMERICAN RHYTHM"
AURELIO GABRE')

MUSSOLINI: "4 million and 650,000 votes.

It was enough to exceed 25%.

An Italian was needed
out of four would vote for us.

And yet, it didn't even help
the new electoral law.

Two out of three Italians
they voted for me.

They chose me. "

374 deputies out of 535 ... they are mine.

Deputies: Hurish the king!
Hurish the king!

Long live Italy!

I address a greeting
to the national militia

which completes military forces
of the nation.

With the voluntary competition
of generous youth,

anelante to timing
in training for arms

His enthusiasm and faith.

Greeting, in the neo-elects,
the generation of victory.

Long live Italy!

- What happened to the socialists?
- I'm out, protesting.

Protest? But what do they want? They have
eight million Italians voted.

What do they want, Mr. executioner?
We won, democratically!

"Democratically".

This is the last time
elections are being held.

Next time
I will vote for everyone.

(MUSIC BOX MUSIC)

Rachel?

(THUD)

Edda?

MUSSOLINI: Rachele!

(ANGELIC VOICE SINGS "YOUTH"
TO MUSIC MUSIC)

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