Vincere

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Quiet please, gentlemen.

After the extraordinary duel

of a theological nature,

produced by Father Oretti's words,

I give the floor

to Mr. Benito Mussolini,

a union representative

and Socialist Party member.

Although of differing opinion,

it is correct to hear his opinion

and let him express himself freely.

I'll be brief.

Does anyone have a watch?

Don't worry, I'm not a thief.

It is ten past five.

I challenge God!

I'll give Him five minutes

to strike me dead.

If He does not, it will be

the proof He doesn't exist.

I'm ready.

Time's up, God doesn't exist.

WIN:

MILAN 1914

Long live the Republic!

A world of brothers,

in peace and freedom!

Long live Socialism!

Don't believe the Vatican nonsense.

TRENT 1907

We want justice on earth, here, now!

There can be no victory

without action, rebellion, violence.

Help me!

No warring between peoples!

Long live the Republic,

long live Socialism!

Government rulers are arming for war.

We want peace and justice.

Long live Socialism!

Victor Emanuel, son of a murderer!

Down with the King!

The son of parasites!

With the guts of the last Pope

we'll strangle the last King.

Long live the Republic!

MILAN 1914

Remember?

My love!

I love you!

SARAJEVO:

WAR!

WAR!

War!

War!

- Where are you going?

- I have to leave.

I'll come too!

I have to see you again!

Sure...

Your laces are untied.

...it'll start a national revolution,

the bloody crown of Victor Emanuel,

the dwarf, will roll!

I'm sorry, you can't go in.

- You've sold out to the French!

- How much?

History will prove I'm right.

I'll be at your side

despite your insults,

a revolutionary aims straight

to the goal, at all costs.

Turn in your Party card, you're

a disgrace to the Workers' Party.

This isn't an assembly,

it's an execution.

The Party has opted

for absolute neutrality.

The Party is the people

and you've betrayed them.

- Neutrality is for the castrated.

- What?

Listen to me!

You listen too, Benito.

Proletarians don't want this war,

they don't want to get killed

for the middle-class.

They think war is suicide.

It's peace that gives bread.

This war will kill all wars.

Middle-class slave!

In July you said "down with war".

I've changed my mind!

Only mules never change paths.

Besides, the middle-class

doesn't like my interventionism,

they growl, accusing me

of recklessness,

they're scared the armed proletarians

will turn against them.

This war, in which Italy must

absolutely not remain neutral,

will turn the wheel of history

with its blood.

It will be a revolutionary war.

Peace is revolutionary.

Don't forget Blanqui:

"Who has iron, has bread".

And there's Napoleon.

Don't be appalled if I say his name.

Revolution is an idea

which has discovered bayonets.

You hate me,

because you still love me.

Take my arm.

War!

WAR:

THE WORLD'S ONLY HYGIENE

RALLY DON'T RO

In my youth I wanted

to be a musician or an author.

But I knew I'd be mediocre

and I'm terrified of time passing.

You're the editor of Avanti,

you should be satisfied.

I'll never be satisfied, never!

I have to climb higher.

I feel it my duty to be different

from all who accept their mediocrity.

The army of the virtuous

can't even imagine

how this society

can be changed, revolutionized,

moving beyond morality.

That morality is my destiny.

- Like Napoleon.

- Much more than Napoleon!

He was a mere general! Napoleon...

I've resigned from Avanti,

they wanted me

to take a leave of absence.

I'd tripled circulation,

that's why they wanted me to stay.

I'll found a newspaper.

I already have the title:

Il Popolo d'Italia.

How?

Luck goes past each man's door

at least once.

You must open the door

to welcome it, at that very moment.

When I see a priest,

I feel the need to wash my hands.

Long live Italy! Down with Germany!

War! Down with tyranny!

Long live the national revolution!

Depart Italian soil,

depart, the time has come,...

depart, all forelgners.

Ida?

What happened?

I sold everything.

What do you mean?

I sold everything.

The apartment, the shop,

the furniture, the jewelry.

For your newspaper.

Take it.

No.

It's done, you have to take it.

No.

It's no sacrifice,

it's a joy, I love you.

- It's a loan.

- Alright... a loan.

I'll sign a receipt.

- Later.

- Now.

"I,

Benito Mussolini,

receive

from Lady

Ida Dalser

the sum of..."

I'll leave it blank.

I'd say I have to marry you.

Say "I love you" just once.

AUDACITY!

AUDACITY!

Long live the War!

Down with neutrality!

En garde.

Doctor!

The duel ends here.

- Have you had satisfaction?

- No.

Let them treat you.

First I want to read the record.

What happened?

A duel.

I have to talk to you, it's urgent.

- Can't you wait?

- No, it's urgent.

I have to talk to you right away.

I'm pregnant.

Better a baptism than a funeral.

Wait.

A duel to the death,

to kill each other.

They began before

the judge opened procedures.

A blow to the ear, one to the arm...

Mussolini wanted to kill him.

It was brutal!

Here's the text:

"Mussolini-Treves Duel".

Mussolini's name must come first.

Hurry, Rachele's here.

- Who's she?

- Let's go!

Go to Daddy.

Edda!

So much blood!

A clean shirt.

What did you do?

You wanted to play hero.

Give me a kiss.

Another...

ITALY DECLARES WAR

ON AUSTRIA-HUNGRY

WE MUST WIN!

Long live Italy!

Long live war!

War!

Peace!

War is the world's only hygiene.

- Peace is the only solution.

- Shut up, draft-dodger!

Depart Italian soil...,

Long live neutrality,

long live Socialism!

Long live the poor!

You cowards, we're far more

Socialist than you.

We're ready to die for Italy.

Italy wants to go to war.

Italy wants peace.

You sold out to Germany and Austria.

You sold out to France.

- Italy's starving!

- You Judas!

- Long live the working class!

- You're all clowns!

You're corrupt!

Latest news!

Mussolini wounded

on the Carso Plateau.

Mussolini wounded on the Carso.

Turn the lights on!

Right here, Your Majesty.

How are you, Mussolini?

You must be suffering.

It's agony.

But we have to hold out.

General Olmi speaks highly of you.

Thank you, Your Majesty...

I just did my duty.

Italy and the House of Savoia

are very appreciative.

Why are you here? Go home, you spy!

- I'm his wife.

- What? You brazen hussy!

I'm his wife. Nothing to say?

- Be quiet.

- Tell her I'm your wife.

Don't forget your son,

don't abandon us.

- Get out!

- Don't abandon us.

Mad woman!

I'm fine.

I'll kill her, rip her ears off!

You're my woman.

You're my woman.

So, be quiet.

You're my little mouse.

Kids, stop it

or we won't bring you anymore.

Sit down!

Sit in your seats.

FUTURISTIC EXPO 1917

Welcome, Mr. Editor.

I'm honored and warfully happy

that you are here.

Long live the Hero of Doberd!

The "rat-a-tat-tat"

of machine guns is a joy.

Italy needs people

willing to risk their lives,

to give blood for victory.

It's the only direction for change.

Futurism will explode

the depravity of our times.

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