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- Hurray for the war!

- Long live Futurism!

You've realized the only

redemption is to win or die.

- What's happening?

- A good deed.

Benito, look at me.

I'm ready to forgive you.

Do what you like

but keep me with you.

Get your hands off me!

REVOLUTION IN RUSSIA

POWER TO THE SOVIETS

LENIN DICTATOR:

"Chaos in Russia"...

or "Lenin dictator"?

Come outside, you thief!

You've abandoned your wife and son

to the deepest poverty!

I've written to the Pope,

the Prime Minister,

the Court of Milan,

to the editor of

Il Corriere della Sera!

So they'll send you to prison.

You thief!

WAR IS OVER!

OUR MARTYRS HAVE ALL ARISEN!

TRENT, TRIESTE AND UDINE FREED

THE IDEAL HAS BEEN REACHED!

RAISE HEARTS AND BANNERS ON HIGH!

Ministry of Internal Affairs

February 13, 1920, Ida Dalser

and her son Benito Albino Mussolini

have been taken to the home

of her sister Adele,

who is married to Mr, Palcher,

an accountant in Trent.

Temporarily peaceful

but with her propensity to flight,

Ida Dalser is under

strict surveillance night and day.

SOCIALIST FESTIVAL

SOPRAMONTE, THREE YEARS LATER

Ida, I'll put him to bed.

Goodnight.

"My little Ida,

I've just arrived after

an endless 12-hour train rlde.

My first thought,

even before dining, Is for you, .

Happy?

You say you love me

but I don't love you?

I do love you, during the journey

I thought of you often, .

Every time a young married couple

or young lovers got on,

I'd think about

the journey we'd planned.

I'm your savage friend and lover."

- Adele, turn the lights off.

- What's wrong?

To arms, we're Fasclsts.

We're the components of Fascism,

and will support

the Cause to our death...

..., its adversaries and traitors

will be exterminated without mercy.

To arms, to arms, we're Fascists,

Thank you, Ma'am.

Madame President, good morning!

Good morning, Madame President...

That's enough!

- Can you make the Fascist Salute?

- Yes.

- Which hand is used?

- The left.

The right! That's very important!

THE GOVERNMENT PRESIDED BY MUSSOLINI

TOOK OFFICE YESTERDAY

You went the wrong way, it's here.

Are you cold?

I saw Mussolini.

On the movie screen.

He's changed, he looks like a giant.

He's lost lots of hair,

but his eyes are the same.

I wrote him today too,

he'll answer sooner or later.

You write to Mussolini...

to the Pope, the King,

the Bishop, the Police.

Have you ever had a single reply?

He wants to punish me, but for what?

Not even his lowest secretary

has replied.

I've never betrayed him,

not even in thought.

- That's bad, find another man.

- Either him or no one.

I'm going to bed.

Will he get my letters?

Will he know I'm alive?

That his son attends a country school

and not the Royal College?

Your son needs normality,

put your heart at rest.

They call him a bastard.

He's distracted, his grades are poor

but not due to a country school.

His teacher hates him.

She has nothing to do with it.

We're watched day and night

like criminals.

You think we are guarded

because you're Mussolini's wife?

If the Carabinieri got the letters,

it might be different.

The Carabinieri

swear loyalty to the King.

Keep this up and

you'll lose your son.

Today I barely managed

to keep custody.

The judge knows me, but tomorrow?

- They want him in another's care.

- Whose?

- A Fascist, one of them.

- Who?

- Magistrate Giulio Bernardi.

- That snake!

Calm down,

they're all turning Fascist.

I've been threatened

to be fired from the bank.

Do we beg for alms?

It's a lost battle,

they're stronger, resign yourself!

I can't.

I'm his wife.

How can you think

I could adapt to a normal life?

Only I understand him deeply,

because I love him.

I'm convinced

he still loves me too,

we have the same ideas,

the same principles.

I was the first to believe in him.

If he is what he is,

he owes some thanks to me.

I'm the mother of his first-born son,

his natural heir

who mustn't end up like the Aiglon,

the King of Rome.

You don't even know French.

Riccardo help me.

Benito, there's just one shot here,

it's for your father's heart.

Ida, it's time.

Benito Mussolini,

do you take Ida Dalser

as your lawfully-wedded wife...

Yes, I do.

Let me go, I have to play!

Wait for me!

Good morning, Ma'am.

TODAY TRUSTED MINISTER IN TREN

Where are you going?

...in the center

there's the altar of porphyry

with the tomb of the hero,

created by the sculptor Fozzer...

She's crazy.

We could write "paranoia syndrome".

- She has a son.

- Too bad.

The marriage certificate?

- It's not here.

- I knew it!

Bernardi, it's not here.

How are you?

Where am I?

- In the hospital at Pergine.

- In the madhouse!

"Abandon every hope

all who enter here".

Quiet!

Where are my clothes, my papers?

The Police have them.

I have to go home,

my son is waiting.

Are you deaf?

My son is Benito Mussolini's

first-born son.

Benito Albino Mussolini.

I'm Benito Mussolini's wife.

And I'm Napoleon's!

- Shut up, or I'll tie you down.

- We are already!

I'll put you in straight jackets.

Fascist!

To arms, we're Fascists..., .

That's enough!

Stop it!

I'm not joking,

I'll put you in isolation.

Do you know Tatiana Pavlova,

the ballerina?

She was my teacher

and a friend of Il Duce's.

Write her.

Stay still!

Cover up.

Be good!

Don't make me be bad.

No, stay down

or they'll put you

in a straight jacket.

You're beautiful.

Is it true you're Il Duce's wife?

How does Il Duce screw?

"They were intent

in their boisterous pastime" comma,

"in the golden peace

of the shadowed path..."

Slowly.

Comma.

"...the two youths.

In playing" comma

"as serious as if toiling"...

Wait.

Hello.

- What's the matter?

- We have a search warrant.

From whom?

From the King's magistrate.

We'll start upstairs.

- Where's my sister-in-law?

- Is that a question to ask?

Bernardi, don't you know anything?

Adelina, take the child away.

Auntie!

Leave him alone! Benitino!

- Benito, don't worry.

- Sir, it's in your interest.

Leave him alone.

Uncle, help!

Bernardi, stop!

You have no right,

I have custody of the boy.

We're in charge, you count nothing.

Don't worry, she hid it.

Here's the new boy.

Come here.

That's your place.

You'll sleep here.

Alone?

School's over,

they've all gone home.

There's a light here

that stays on all night.

I sleep there, see that door?

When will my mother come to get me?

- First she has to get better.

- Is she sick?

- What's wrong with her?

- She's too agitated.

And my father?

He has to save Italy,

don't be selfish.

Remember, everything we do

is for your own good.

Thank you.

Please, don't give them

to the Mother,

mail them yourself.

I can't.

Please!

He's testing me.

Who?

Il Duce.

He wants to be sure

I'm ready for anything,

even to sacrifice my life for him.

When I've passed the test,

he'll come for me

and he'll present me to Italy

as his lawful wife.

I'll enter Chigi Palace with

my son Benito, his first-born.

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