March on Rome (La marcia su Roma)

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MARCH ON ROME

"The 4th of November, 1918."

"After four years of War..."

"... Italy takes its seat victoriously at the table of peace..."

"... beside its sister nations."

"She has finally begun an age of well-being..."

"... of order and of work for all."

"Well, perhaps not for all..."

MILAN 1919

It's a disgrace that you still see things like this around...

- A spare cigarette, by any chance? - No, get out of here!

Yes, I'd put all the Bolsheviks up against the wall, that's what I'd do!

- Lieutenant, good day. Do you remember me? - I don't believe so.

Sorry, but weren't you in the third Alpine battalion?

- The marines! - Exactly, the marines!

Then they transferred me to the landing party battalion!

I remember you very well, Sir.

- You were at... where was it? At... - Ancona.

Ancona! Of course! I also remember the commandant, a real hunk of a man!

I was, if you remember, wounded in the landing operation.

For which I got a silver medal for bravery. I'm not trying to be boastful...

And then, Sir, three months of military hospital in Monfalcone.

The food was terrible in that hospital, just look at what I've become!

87 kilos! 87 kilos, Sir!

I'm not asking for me, you know, I see you're in grieving...

But I have my mother in Rome, Sir, a widow and all alone...

... the poor old thing, I haven't seen her for 5 years!

Besides, who's going to give me money? What can I do? Pay with the medal?

- Here! - Thank you, Sir! Long live Italy!

Damn, what a cheapskate!

- Hey, give me a small bag of chestnuts! - I don't sell chestnuts.

- What do you sell, then? - Nothing.

Then why are you down there?

- Well! - Sorry, what was that? - I'm down here because I'm tired! Got a problem with that?

Good day, Lieutenant!

- You again? This is the third time! - You should be ashamed of yourself!

Alright, alright!

Good day, Lieutenant! Do you remember me?

Of course! You're Domenico Rocchetti...

... second battalion, third company. I'm Captain Paolinelli.

Ah, but... you've really changed. You didn't have the beard before!

And you haven't changed a bit, still the same old slacker!

You want to play games with me, but I won't fall for it!

- What games? - And what's this supposed to be?

Ah, the medal! No, it's nothing...

- When did you earn that medal? - It's just a joke, Sir...

It's just... you know, for...

What are you doing? You're not allowed to hit me!

Damn, what a slap! You're crazy...

- Hold on. What are you doing in Milan? - Nothing. What do you think I'm doing? Nothing!

But you shouldn't hit people, Sir!

"Slacker", he says. I might be a slacker, but...

... 4 years of war, 3 on the front line. I've done my time.

Yes, yes. Take that medal off! And hurry up about it!

Alright, alright...

"Slacker", "slacker", he says...

But if I was a slacker like you say, I wouldn't be walking around...

... with holes in my gloves, or shoes in this kind of condition!

Right now I'd be like the rest of those guys out there...

... who sacrificed themselves but are now screwed, eating, drinking, smoking...

... in the faces of everyone who fought for this country.

I know, I know, you're right!

But now there are some men, true Italians, true patriots...

... who have united in a national movement to put a stop to that kind of thing!

- Oh, really? I had no idea. - Yes, yes.

No, I mean I don't follow politics. I'd like to, but I don't have the means.

Do you know where I sleep, Sir?

Do you know what a sergeant major said to me yesterday at the garrison?

He said: "Get off your ass and work!"

The medal, you say? If I didn't have the medal, he would have probably spat at me!

- Have you eaten, Rocchetti? - No, of course I haven't eaten!

Actually, if we want to be precise, Domenico Rocchetti hasn't eaten in 3 days!

No, heaven forbid! Let me pay for it.

- Thank you. - Here you go, my good man!

Here! Let me take care of it, Sir.

- Attorney! - Captain, I'm writing your speech!

Please, you choose! I couldn't possibly...

PROGRAMME OF FASCISM

I thought it was the menu!

It's the programme for our movement.

Approved by the Fascist Foundation on the 23rd of March.

It's a menu where the food will stay on your stomach a while, I assure you!

Well, I'm sure it is!

"Proclamation of the Italian Republic".

What can I get you, Sir? Today we have a nice veal stew!

Yes! The stew would be fine for me!

With some greens beans.

Allow me to introduce you: Domenico Rocchetti.

And a few potatoes in oil, okay?

- This is Comrade Gioacchino. - He's a comrade, too?

Well, I'm not sure yet. I still need to have a little look at the programme here!

Let's say not quite yet!

So he'll pay? Oh, no?

- And what can I get you, Sir? - A risotto. - A nice risotto?

Here, I'll take a risotto as well. You know, for seconds!

Hell, no one pays around here!

"Sovereignty of the Population" A real proletarian programme, robust...

- Robust, above all is he who guides us! - Of course!

Captain, I need your opinion on this.

Considering the complexity of the argument, and also the exemplification of vocabulary...

... I have come to the conclusion that it would be better to write an allocation...

- Sorry, but what is this about? - Your speech for tomorrow!

Ah yes, of course!

Are you coming with us?

Of course! Where?

- The election rally. - Of course I will!

- Tomorrow we shall thrust our programme... - Sorry...

- What are you doing? - Numbering the pages.

- Anyway, as I was saying, tomorrow... - Yes...

... we shall thrust our programme into the faces and hearts of thousands...

... of labourers and farmers.

"A working day of eight hours." Very good for your health.

Very good, that programme...

Sir, that traitor comrade of yours gave me nothing but bone!

Not only will victory be ours...

... but also the very same homeland...

... magnificent and painful...

... that looks up at us, begging...

... eyes brimming with tears...

- Will you be deaf to her suffering?! - Good voice!

In short, do you not have...

... the desire to call yours...

... this sweat-sprinkled land?

- What is this? It's nothing but questions! - What do you mean?!

You should have known, no one is going to answer them here.

Let me explain! Instead of a simple monologue...

... I wanted to make it interrogative... - Alright, alright!

Hey, Captain! Shall I go and answer?

This is a village of filthy subversives!

They need punches, not words! We must lead with our fists!

- This is an election campaign! - Who cares?!

We must attain power through the vote, not through violence!

I'll show them!

- Marcazzi! - Yes, Sir!

You're out of line...

That's enough! Let's get out of here!

- Are we leaving already, Sir? - Yes, yes, yes...

- Alright, pack it away and load it up! - Yes, Sir! - And be quick about it!

Everything on the cart!

- Hurry up! - Quick, get moving!

Idiots!

Come on, what are you doing? Hurry up about it!

- Get moving, stupid beast! - Come on, let's go! - Pigs!

Down with the fascists!

Come out of there, you bastard! Say that to our faces!

Go fuck yourselves!

Hicks! Assholes!

Here's your democracy!

Let's knock the door down!

You should be ashamed of yourselves! We'll kick your teeth in!

- Come on, give it all you've got! - Yeah, let's kick the door in!

- They're attacking from behind! - Quick, attack!

Bolsheviks!

Put that stick down! I'll snap you in two!

Like fair fights, do you? A hundred against eight?

Here! Take that!

I'll eat you alive!

We never back down!

Hey, are you crazy? What are you doing?! Help!

Hey, what are you doing? Leave me alone! I'm a veteran!

Want to play as well, do you?

You're shooting at me, asshole?!

Son of a bitch!

- Fascist! - Don't shoot! - Coward!

Take that!

Leave me alone!

Jesus, Jesus, Jesus!

Go fuck yoursel...

Good dog!

Domenico Rocchetti?

Umberto Gavazza?

Go fuck yoursel...

But why are the fascists cheats? Come on, I want to know why!

Do you know why I'm taking care of you? Ask yourself why.

Because we fought together in the war, because we were soldiers in arms?

No, my dear friend, you're mistaken. It's Christian charity! - Yeah...

In the trenches we shared bread, but here we don't share ideas.

- So you can eat alone! - Ouch! Careful!

All I want to know is why we're cheats.

Because you're a bunch of liars, that's why.

Oh, really? Then Miss, I'm really sorry to have to tell you this...

... but your brother has absolutely no understanding of the cause...

... because it's the Bolsheviks like yourself who cheat people!

Hear that, Adelina? According to him, I'm a Bolshevik.

No, of course he's not a Bolshevik!

I'm not a Bolshevik!

No, it's me who's a Bolshevik, right?

Right, I'm the Bolshevik!

Well, why are you so against the fascists?

- I'll tell you right now. - Go ahead!

- One, because I'm a labourer. - Right.

Two, because I'm unemployed and caring for that that poor sister of mine, okay...

... because of the exploitation of land owners that you guys defend!

No! Look, that's where you're mistaken, but I'll explain later! Go on!

- Five... - Five? What happened to three and four?

No, I mean, there are five mouths to feed, with just one person in the house working!

- You? - No, my brother-in-law!

Alright, but there are four of you!

And I suppose she doesn't count?