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And Rachele?

He'll open a restaurant for her.

She was a waitress when they met.

Everyone will get their due.

I can't help you,

if I lose my job, I'll starve.

My son...

Quit licking that Fascist's ass!

You're very good.

Thank you!

Don't you ever stop?

I have to practice all the time.

Where are you going? Don't go out!

Get back in here!

Boys, listen.

I'm Il Duce's wife.

He doesn't know I've been put

in the madhouse,

or that they won't let me

see his son,

who's my son too, his name's Benito.

Notify the Judiciary,

the Magistrate,

but not Party Secretary Bernardi,

he's a wretch

and the cause of all my calamity.

The eye of Il Duce shines,

alive In us, his "Balilla".

We're the spark of love

that one day his heart released.

Duce, your "Balilla" are here,

with faith held high and dear, .

No sweeter name for us will do.

Duce, for you,

- Have you seen yourself?

- Mussolina, go inside.

Come with me.

VENICE - SAN CLEMENTE MADHOUSE

Stop!

- Where are you taking her?

- To division 6.

Why?

In Pergine she was

with the agitated ones.

Take her to Observation.

It looks still, but it's moving.

Who are you?

A psychiatrist.

So, you can tell me why I'm here.

Contarini, Garbin,

Pezze.

Why do you pretend to read,

if you don't know how?

I'll read it for you.

Lady Dalser, Sir Bernardi,

who you know well,

has a letter from your son.

- Why isn't she in her room?

- There's no need.

It's been dictated.

Why should he say:

"I'm very well, I'm always happy"?

Why does he sign Benito Dalser?

Mussolini has acknowledged him,

his name's Mussolini,

Benito Albino Mussolini,

like his father.

When Il Duce finds out,

you'll end up in jail.

Where's my son?

I feel compassion for you,

you're not yourself.

For the good of your son,

you should sign...

What?

It's no matter if you don't sign,

I already have custody.

What custody?

The magistrate in Trent

has named him your son's custodian.

You're not signing custody release,

it's an authorization,

the power of attorney

for that part of the inheritance

which belongs to your son and you.

Thief!

Thief!

It's a conspiracy to steal from me.

Don't look at me with compassion

to rob and kill me,

me and my son,

if he hasn't already been murdered.

Lady Dalser,

listen to me.

You're doing it wrong.

You can go.

Now I'll tell you what I think,

let me talk.

Let's sit down.

You attack,

you leap from

the trenches and attack.

I've been in war too,

but there were two armies

slaughtering each other

with matched weapons.

You though, are alone

against everyone:

Carabinieri, militia,

army, the Royal Guards...

Too many.

So you're wrong

to holler the truth.

Not that the truth

shouldn't be hollered!

But it's the manner, the method,

the timing that's not right.

This is the time to be quiet,

to be actors.

I'm a physician, I treat patients.

Have you ever heard me say:

"Down with Il Duce"?

Today, not always,

we must be great actors.

But the character you must play

to save yourself

is not a rebel in constant agitation,

but a normal woman,

a housewife, obedient,

remissive, taciturn,

a lover of order.

The Fascist woman

who knows her place is in the home.

Also for your son.

My son?

Benito Albino Dalser, nothing else.

Understand me?

But if I die, who'll remember us?

If no one listens, I have to holler.

Why should you die?

You're young, healthy, beautiful.

Why think about the past

and not look to the future,

the present?

What future?

The man I adored and gave

everything to, has erased me,

like I'd never existed, a ghost.

- Not even a ghost!

- You're here, we're talking.

Do you think

Fascism will last forever?

I want to release you,

give me a little time,

immediately would be dangerous.

Meantime, go to church, confess,

read Pascoli, memorize it,

the Mother Superior adores him.

The Church is the only mother

Fascism still fears.

HOSPITAL IN PERGINE

So?

- Well, Miss...

- Mrs...

Mrs.

Miss is alright too.

Well...

- How many fingers on a hand?

- Five.

How many eyes does a man,

or a woman have?

Two.

Except for Polyphemus who had one,

but he was a Cyclops.

Fine, last question.

Is it day or night?

Day includes the night as well.

It's morning.

Morning... Do you know the date?

January 18, 1927.

Correct.

Your name is?

My name's Ida Dalser.

Alright.

Born in Sopramonte, August 20, 1880.

Very good.

Parents, Dalser Albino

and Corradino Caterina, deceased.

Fine.

And I add...

I don't say this to argue,

mother of Benito Albino Mussolini,

born in Milan on November 11, 1915

and acknowledged

by His Excellency Benito Mussolini,

in January 11, 1916.

That man there...

is the father of my son...

and my husband.

Ma'am, I want to help you.

I'm here to help you,

but if you continue to insist...

- Because I am.

- Let me speak.

If you insist you are the wife

of Benito Mussolini

who is regularly married

to Rachele Guidi

with whom he has four children,

united in civil matrimony

and recently

also in religious ceremony.

He was married in church?

On the other hand...

there is no trace

of your alleged marriage.

I say alleged

because it is not documented,

nothing has been found.

No municipality,

no notary public, no magistrate

can prove you were married,

despite scrupulous research.

I would be willing to believe you

but you should produce a document,

like a marriage certificate,

as proof you're telling the truth

and that you're not a fraud,

nor deranged.

The documents were stolen.

The parish records have disappeared.

Why should I give you

my marriage certificate,

allowing I have one?

Do you have one?

Yes or no?

I do,

but won't give it to you.

I made a rhyme.

Admit you lied,

you aren't Mussolini's wife,

you said so in desperation

because you felt abandoned,

to protect your son.

Doing this you'll avoid interdiction.

Just admit you lied,

you invented your marriage.

Your son's acknowledgement

is another matter.

I'd go step by step.

Then...

I would be released?

Everything in due time.

You mean, I wouldn't be released?

Not right away.

This questioning...

is a farce.

Everything

has already been decided.

So,

why not...

DALSER IDA WAS PLACED UNDER JUDICIAL

INTERDICT FOR MENTAL ILLNESS.

HIS EXCELLENCY BERNARDI

WAS GIVEN CUSTODY.

TOWARDS THE PEOPLE

Merry Christmas, Benito Dalser.

Dalser, come out, we won't hurt you.

My name's not Dalser, it's Mussolini.

Dalser, you'll catch cold.

- Don't be silly.

- I'm not Dalser, I'm Mussolini.

Benito, come here.

Be a good boy.

Do as you're told, come out.

Obey, come out right now.

What's my name?

- What's my name?

- Benito.

- Then?

- Enough, come out!

My name's Benito Mussolini!

In Saint John Lateran square,

a silent, orderly crowd,

standing in a downpour,

wait for the signal of certainty,

Among the crowd, I recognize

princes and princesses, .,, .

- Cut it out?

- I have to practice.

Now what's happening?

It's as If a shiver

passed through the crowd

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