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LOVE AND ANARCHY

Mom, what's an anarchist?

Someone that kills kings
and throws bombs.

Someone that ends up with a rope
around his neck. Now shut up.

Socialism, that's what we need,
not anarchy. Or one ends up executed.

We also need the executed!
As long as the world becomes one...

for all of us, brothers and sisters,
equal and free, like nature made us.

I'm back to kill Mussolini.

Love, love!

Giovin�'s is closed.
This is a first-class joint, you know?

We open at 11:00,
but there's nothing to do!

Bring me a lot of roses

A lot of them
with many thorns

Take care of some rooms.

Hello?

Do you have a hearing problem?
We're closed!

We open at 11:00.
Don't think to insist!

Shit, you're really ugly.
Where in the hell did you come from?

Do you have any money?
You know, it's expensive here.

This is a first-class joint. Do you
know how much a fuck costs? 7 lire.

You're scared? What happened?
It disappeared? Get electrocuted?

I'm here!

Odette, where's the clean laundry?

I've been looking for it
for over an hour. What a mess!

They never find anything in here.
Oh, dear Saint Rosalie.

If you're in a hurry to fuck,
why don't you go to Pellegrino's?

It's cheap there. Actually, why don't
you give yourself a nice hand job?

You might get a kick out of it.

Actually, I'm looking
for Miss Salom�.

Shit!

I'm a relative.

Where is he? Shit, Zoraide, you idiot!
Why did you wax the stairs?

Everyone is falling down.
Where is he? He's my cousin.

Well, you did grow up, cousin.
You became a hunk, baby.

It's about time you arrived.

Sorry, I can't kiss you
with this stuff on my face.

Beauty mask.
Zoraide, isn't he handsome?

How is my aunt? Does she still have
problems with varicose veins?

Come on up.
Let's get comfortable and talk.

Zoraide, can you tell Miss Aida
I'm busy this morning?

I have a relative visiting.
Come this way. It's faster.

My room is the mirror room, the best
in the house. It's like a fairy tale.

Come on. Follow me.
Come on.

Look. What a beautiful house.
It's the most elegant house in Rome.

Hey, who's that stranger?

Shut up. He's a relative.
Carmela, the lieutenant of the house.

Hello.

Hello, my ass. What about this morning
at 11:00? Who's gonna do it?

Let's not mess it up.

Shut up. I'll ask Ivonne.
My cousin has just arrived.

The cousin, the cousin.
He comes here to get it.

Wait. I need to ask a favor
of a friend. Ivonne?

No kidding. She's snoring
like a train. Ivonne!

Would you shut up, shit!

Oh, I'm sorry, milady,
for my loud voice.

Sleep is sacred.

I'm sorry, okay? Introductions:
Miss Jacqueline, my cousin.

What do you want?

Can you take care of my morning shift?
My cousin is visiting.

Letme introduce you:
Ms. Ivonne, my cousin.

-Good morning!
-My pleasure.

Your cousin. So in the meantime,
I get stuck. You owe me.

What are you doing?
Tonino!

Come in. Get comfortable.
Ignore the mess.

Come on,
leave him alone.

Look, breakfast is
still on the bed.

Come on.
Make yourself at home.

I'm sorry I said you're my cousin,
but this way they won't bother us.

Close the door. Those idiots are
always walking up and down the hall.

So, you're Soffiantini
alias Tonino, right? I'm Salom�!

Pleasure to meet you.
How was the trip? Good?

Come here.
Sit down.

Shit, those idiots
haven't prepared my room yet.

I'm really sorry, but sit down.

Oh, sorry. Now, let's enjoy
a cup of coffee, okay?

Odette. Two coffees,
room nine, please. Quickly.

So the news is confirmed.
Wednesday, July 8th, it's sure!

Tomorrow we're going
to the place.

By the way, those windows
I wrote to the guys about?

They are right over the square,
just in case you prefer a rifle.

No. I practiced
with a handgun.

I don't trust rifles.

Rumba, the longer you touch it,
the longer it gets.

Rumba? Please, you don't know
what Rumba is.

Leave me alone, whores!
Who do you think you are, huh?

I can get in trouble.

A perennial virgin!
If she's not fucking, she goes insane.

Yeah.
Who'd take her?

Shut up, you rude thing.

I'm not gonna bring you coffee,
shame of our land, you whore.

Come in. Come in, Odette.
Finally, the coffee.

My mouth is like a toilet bowl
if I don't drink coffee in the morning.

Have you seen Madam Aida?

No, but Donna Carmela has taken charge.
She's downstairs in the hall.

Do I have to tell her anything?

Don't wake up the sleeping dog!
But if she asks...

tell her that I have guests
and not to bother me.

What are you looking at?
He's my cousin. I'm almost his aunt.

Go. Go. These snoopy ones
always think the worst.

And close the door, stupid!

How much sugar?
One or two?

Two, thank you.

So, I think we've said
everything there is to say.

You know, the information
should be accurate...

because most of our clients
are very important people.

Military officials.
All the good ones.

Filthy and vain men that
like to talk about ceremonies.

You know, they would love
to see us at their parades.

You can't imagine
how filthy those pigs are.

Well, good luck.
For July 8th?

To July 8th.

Listen. Do you really come from Paris?
Don't tell me if it's a secret.

The less one knows
about these things the better.

Well, let's hope we return safely.
I don't know why I'm doing this...

because you're all crazy.
In my opinion, I can't stand...

these people that are so intelligent
yet create such a shitty world.

And you? Isn't it the same for you?
You're still so young...

otherwise why would
you be doing this?

I... I hate tyrants!

But you... Tell me, Tonino, you're not
thinking about tyrants, are you?

You're looking at my legs.

-Oh, fuck. Come on.
-Come on, you're staring at my legs.

It's like you're starving
in front of a rotisserie.

I can't keep watching those eyes.

I'm sorry, but have you ever been
in a brothel?

Never! When I was serving in Cuneo
there were girls under the bridge...

but I've never been
in a brothel.

Not even in Paris.
I was busy there.

Oh, well.
Why didn't you say something?

You stay there, quiet,
quiet like a hungry kiddie.

Come on.

Given our plans,
let's just do it.

I'm actually very happy
to satisfy someone like you.

You never know,
it might even bring me some luck.

Come on, come here.

Come on, what are you waiting for?
Don't make a fuss about it!

Don't! If I don't like it,
it's the same anyway.

No, I haven't found
a place to stay yet.

Maybe later, if it's not
too much trouble. Thank you.

Sure. We'll find some time, right?
But tell me, is it okay?

Thank you very much.

By the way, Pensione Margherita
is right around the corner.

-I got you a room there.
-Thank you, very kind of you.

Via Manziana, it's the first one
on the right after you leave.

If you need anything,
don't hesitate.

Thank you.
Thanks for the thought.

Then, Tonino, when you get settled,
you can come back to eat.

Thanks!

I'll be waiting for you. Bye.

-Well, maybe...
-What?

Well... Maybe I'll settle in later,
unless I'd be an inconvenience?

Sure, I told you.
You need some satisfaction.

Especially here with all
these beautiful girls. I know men.

This way it's over with,
and you get your head back on track.

Exactly.
Thank you very much!

Come on, come here.

Anteo Zamboni. Ever heard of him?
The attack on Mussolini in Bologna.

You were there?

I was with Anteo.
But we were not involved in it.

Via Rizzoli.
Maybe 5:30 PM.

The procession with Mussolini's car
was passing by. He was standing up...

among all the black shirts.
Then suddenly a gun shot, loud.

I can still hear it. Then complete
confusion. At that moment...

the shooter, a guy in his thirties,
came like a snake near us...

and threw the gun at Anteo's feet
shouting, "It's him, it's him!"

"Get him! Get the killer!"
Then he disappeared, that coward!

I'll remember it for the rest
of my life. Anteo. Poor guy.

With that haircut and face. So young.
He looked like a baby, 15 years old.

He looked at me. So shocked
he couldn't even call for help.

"It's not true!
I didn't shoot anybody! No!"

While those crazy bastards,
bastards in black shirts...

jumped on him like animals.
I was screaming. They pushed me away.

And that's it.

It was a slaughter.

So bad that at the police station,
Balbo threw up when he saw him!

And someone from Brescia passed out.
That's how bad he was.

And then they constructed a bunch
of bullshit that served only to show...

there are far more cops than citizens
here. And then they literally...

crushed the family, you know,
really crushed them.

Why? What did they do?

Mammolo Zamboni, the father,
and the sister Virginia Tabarroni...

were ex-anarchists.
You can imagine.

Thirty years in jail.
Don't even know if they're still alive.

The mother died in a madhouse last year.
Butit's better that way.

And me, I was like a fianc�e.

And among all that shit,
it was like I had leprosy.

So I left.

Oh, shit.
It was hell.

I changed my name,
and here I am.

And here I am playing Salom�.

Here, yes, but to prepare everything
for you! To prepare this nice July 8th.

You know, I promised myself and Anteo.
I promised those eyes crying for help.

I swore to him, "My love, someone
will pay. That bastard has to die!"

Enough now with these stories.
It's useless to talk about it anyway.

Salom�... Oh, shit! I'm sorry.
I'm really sorry, may I?

-No, he's my cousin.
-It's an honor.

I'm sorry, it's a pleasure.

I'm Tripolina.

Come on, give him more chicken.
The salad too.

Eat, Tonino, it's good for you.
A big boy like you, used to the country.

You know, I don't like to send
a relative to the restaurant.

Madam Aida, thank you.

It was kind of you
to invite him over for lunch.

Don't give him so much wine
that he gets drunk, fuck!

I said thank you, Madam.

Oh, shit, Madam,
this egg is not fresh.

What?
How boring.

My eggs come fresh
every day from the country.

Fresh every day? A little chick
is going to hatch any moment now!

What is she saying?

She said that a little chick
is coming out any moment now.

Nice. Here you have that little chick.
In this house you eat very well.

Oh, sure!
In Florence at Madam Saffo's...

Ms. Valeria got a chef
from Paris to please her girls.

A chef from Paris?
Who knows what's behind that?

What's the chef's name,
Ren�, maybe?

Yes, do you know him?

Darling, Ren� isn't there for cooking
but for sleeping. Let me tell you.

Forget the kitchen,
he's working in Valeria's bed.

She's making him earn the money.
She's not a fool.

In Turin at 13 via Fratelli Calandra,
there you really eat like a king!

No, no, Tonino. This is the house
where you eat the best.

You're the guest.
What do you think?

Actually... The food seems great,
and there's plenty of it.

-Oh, sure. Like in the army!
-How nice, funny girl.

How finicky.
All princesses on a pea.

How ungrateful.
You know, boy...

on Sunday I even send them
to Faraglia for a sorbet.

You listen to Madam. This is better
than Danieli's restaurant in Venice.

Don't make me remember Danieli's.
That was my realm, you know.

Yeah, when you used
to wash dishes there, baby.

May you get cancer,
fucking bitch!

You get something, idiot...

You know, Tonino, I'm not like them.
I'm an artist.

Do you know what they used to call me
at the Salone Margherita?

They called me
the Italian Josephine Baker.

Listen, she makes me laugh
with that bullshit.

Shut up!
What do you know about my life?

When I had on my silver dress
and my ostrich feathers...

the royal princes started salivating.
I was a star, Mr. Tonino.

Oh, no. Don't tell me
she's gonna start singing?

I still have my voice, you know.
Listen to me.

Idiots!

But since she got syphilis,
she's gone insane, that girl.

You're stupid. What do you think?
That we can't sing? Listen now.

-Idiot!
-Stupid!

Fuck you, you know?

They're really shouting, aren't they?
They're giving me a headache.

Ivonne, for crying out loud,
you're giving the Baroness a headache.

Baroness Fornigotti,
the baroness of the broken asses.

Well, well! Stop it now!
What is this? Where are we?

Well, in a brothel, Madam.

No, baby.
This is not a brothel!

This is a classy house,
a mansion.

Understand? Good! If you don't,
take your stuff and get out of here!

She's right!

Go tell her.
I don't care, spy!

I'm gonna tell her right now.
Fuck you!

Tell her, come on.
You fucking bitch!

You eat. Don't pay attention
to these bitches, eat.

That's where you copied your
Jean-Harlow-of-the-Renaissance haircut.

Stick it up your ass, bitch!

Coffee!

Beautiful, I like it a lot.

Now sing another one.
We have time anyway. Come on.

Don't be difficult,
just play.

Miss Salom�,
you have a phone call.

Come on,
it must be our uncle.

You pig, shut up.
We're on the phone.

I don'tknow, darling.

Sunday is a time of rest, you know.
What? No, I said rest, stupid!

Listen, stop it. It's all right,
as long as you promise to be a good boy.

But I have a cousin here with me.
Yes, poor guy.

He's from the country,
and he looks like Alice in Wonderland.

I'm not gonna leave him alone
in a whorehouse! I can't!

Well, okay, then I'll bring Tripolina,
Yes, it's okay then.

Shut up, you filthy thing.
Okay, bye-bye.

What can I say? He always brings me
French fragrances, nice!

Shit, I did it.
That was Spatoletti.

Do you know how lucky we are?
Tomorrow we'll go together.

-But who's this Spatoletti?
-Are you kidding?

He's the one that sets up
the secret service...

to protect Mussolini. I've been
after him for three months, that pig.

That son of a bitch was part
of the first squads, you know?

Listen. Do you think we're blankets?
Leaving us there under the sun?

There'll be so many people
that we won't see shit!

And I'm pissed off
because I wanted to see Mussolini.

Calm down, honey.

Spatoletti is here!
I'll find you a first-class spot.

No, I wanna stay close to you.
Or at least one of your secret agents.

You know, if they're secret,
a lady nearby can be useful.

But will there be
other secret agents?

Yes, 35 of them.
Imagine, 35, all right!

-That's too many!
-Security is all my responsibility!

As long as Spatoletti is there,
Italy can sleep tight.

Damn it, they just have to try,
and I'll break them!

Watch out if they touch the Duce!

You're driving like a madman!
Let me out now!

Romoletto, what beautiful girls
I've brought you!

I'm so hungry.
Keep your hands off me. Let's eat.

Come on, sit down.
I'm so hungry, I could eat a cow.

So what's cooking, Romoletto?

Today: matriciana pasta,
eggs fettuccine, chicken.

Matriciana pasta? You've got everything,
Romoletto, good, good.

Who are they? Your daughters?
They're beautiful, nice and firm.

Fortunately, they weren't ready
for use in 1922, otherwise...

The whole Tamburini squad, 2,000 of us.
We camped out here for the Rome march.

Do you remember, Romoletto?

Shit! Remember it! Since then
they call me "Five and three-eight."

"Five and three-eight," right.
Who was it? Chiusini or Govoni?

We were hungry, you know? And drunk
on castle wine. We weren't gentle.

He was late with the chicken. I remember
he said, "You need to be patient."

And zap! A knife cut off
two of his fingers.

Poor guy.
Did you hear that?

Come on, you must understand
us Fascists. We were on the edge.

And that was the revolution, right?
We were making the ltaly of Mussolini.

And Romoletto lost two fingers.

You have to feel honored.
It's like you have a medal that big!

Sure. I'm honored!
But there's a little political problem.

If I may, when I do the Roman greeting,
they're like horns.

I wouldn't want Mussolini
to be offended.

I'm so funny, aren't I?
Oh, fuck.

Did you hear that?
Romoletto?

Salom�, I'm going to jump you.
I will split you open.

You bitch, you do it on purpose
because you like me, yes?

My little puppy, isn't it true
that I make your mouth water?

Everyone knows that
I love macho men like you.

But then, you filthy villain,
who can resist you?

Romoletto!

What are you
screaming for, damn it?

Romoletto, hurry up!
I'll throw you in jail, damn it!

Tonino, listen. I'll keep him
in the room for a couple of hours, okay?

You're going
with that asshole now?

Stupid, he'll explain
the ceremony in detail.

In the meantime,
check out the square, all right?

-Blondie, are we going?
-Yes, calm down.

And if it's true that you have a soft
spot for me, this time I want proof.

Yes, baby. Look.

Honey, if you really liked me,
you could do it for free occasionally.

I promised. When my fianc� left me
pregnant at 16, I promised.

Not even with the pope.
I'd rather close down business

The exception confirms the rule.
Come on.

No! I told you. Not even free
for his sanctity, Pius XI.

Today it's Sunday.
The rate is 12 lire, so?

Bitch! Why won't you give
that satisfaction?

-12 lire or nothing. So?
-So, I'll give the 12 lire!

How generous, for 12 lire.

You could have done it once!

Sure!
With a Tuscany guy like you.

-For love.
-What love?

You cynic.

Enough! You've been destroying
my buttocks since this morning.

You love me so much, I can feel it.
I'm gonna do you in the ass right now.

He finally did it. He gave me
a headache with that voice. You too?

Yes, madam.

Madam? My name is Tripolina.

Right, Tripoli, land of love.

I was looking for an eccentric name.
Tripolina came out.

Maybe I've always
liked Africa, the palms.

Rudolph Valentino doing "The Sheik."
How stupid!

Well, instead you could have called
yourself Curly.

Yes.

The country is so beautiful,
so green, with fresh air.

Beautiful.

It's very hot today. It's time
to go swimming. Do you like the sea?

I've never seen it.

You've never seen the sea?

I've always lived
in the country.

That's why you've got
such a clean face.

You're a great dancer.

I get by.

What are looking at? Don't look
at me like that. You make me sad.

I'm sorry, but I wasn't looking at you.
I was thinking.

You were looking at me,
but you didn't see me?

Can't we play something happier?
I don't know, a fox-trot, a one-step?

Miss, if I may,
I'll change the record.

Good, you take care of it.
I'll go back to my boyfriend.

Here you are.

Why did you leave like that?
Are you angry?

Did I do something?

-What? No.
-And so?

I'm sorry, butl don't understand.
What happened? Why did you leave me?

Well, I just looked around.
Why? Are you upset?

A little.

I'm sorry.
You didn't get offended, did you?

-Well, yes!
-I'm sorry.

You better be.
Oh, well, it's okay.

You know, there was a guy after me.
Do you know what I told him?

That you were my boyfriend.
Do you mind?

I wish.

Are you kidding?

What a face.

Why are you always so down?
What do you have?

Nothing. It's like that.

Maybe it's spring.
Beautiful cows.

I love the smell of lemons.
Smell.

Do you like it?

Funny, this morning I was thinking
it's too bad you're Salom�'s cousin.

Why?

You stupid.
We could... do it.

Unfortunately, I can't.

It's something. I don't know,
and I can't understand why.

Why, if you're not in the mood,
you're not in the mood, that's all.

So, you're telling me
that you don't like me.

No, I like you. Too much.
That's why it's better not to.

What no and no?
Yes, damn it.

I'm sorry, may I?
I'm sorry for the inconvenience.

If you want, I have a little room.
It's my brother-in-law's.

We don't, well, allow it,
but for Sir Spatoletti, if you like.

I'm serious. You're doing me a favor.
I have those two little girls around.

If they came here...
They're two angels.

I wouldn't like...
You understand.

Please, no compliments.
Follow me.

Looks like my parent's home. Look.
Like my mother, always knitting.

Here and there and it's all knitting,
and we don'thave any socks.

Hey, Curly.

No, don't be stupid.
Don't cry.

Oh, shit, what's happening to me?
Listen, get undressed. Let's make love.

Why all this respect for me?
Did you forget who I am?

I'm Tripolina! What are you waiting for?
Get undressed. Come to bed.

Let's make love, right now,
so I can get rid of this craziness!

What's happening to you?
Calm down, okay?

What are you waiting for?

At the whorehouse, they wait
in line to come with Tripolina.

Come on, let's make love.

Let's do it, and maybe
you'll give me a present later.

Come to bed.

Take off your pants, quick.
Stop looking atme with those eyes.

Get undressed. Let's make love
without problems, without staring.

You'll see. You'll like it.
I'm good, quick.

Stop it, damn it.
Stop!

Listen, it doesn't have
to be like this.

Everything becomes bad like this.

It could be nice, no?

Don't hurt me.

What? We'll be nice
to each other, Curly.

Oh, my God! Did you see your cousin?
He's been screwing for three hours.

Who could imagine it,
that loser.

Shut up, you pig!
Tonino is a country boy.

He's never had this kind of fun.
Let him get it out of his system.

Getting it out is one thing,
but is he going to do it 12 times?

Who is he? Joe Fuck?
He's a loser! He's a hair head!

He's probably sleeping.
Cousin! Wake up! Put your pants on!

It's late! It's time to go! Move it!
Get your ass down here! Come on!

I'm gonna kick his ass.

It's very late. Zoraide will kill us
for waking her up at this hour.

Shut up! You snagged my hose.
Now who's gonna buy me new ones?

Look, don't make me fall.

What's the hurry? If I feel like it,
I might do it again, here on the wall.

A kiss, okay, Blondie?
You know, fucking is good for you.

Are you coming tomorrow? Come after 11,
when we're closed. I'll be waiting.

Come on, let's do it
right here, right now!

Stop it. I told you I'm tired.
Damn it!

Shit, what a scene.

You're having the altar boy
defend you. That ugly face.

You asshole, don't even joke,
or I'll kick your ass!

Don't even think
of provoking Spatoletti.

What are you doing?
Enough now!

You fucking men.
Let us sleep, fuck!

All right. Heard Zoraide? Stop it.
Come on, Tripoli, let's go sleep.

Come on, don't go.
Stay here with me.

Stop it now! Enough!
You've been pinching my ass all day!

Where do you think you're working?
In a church? This is a whorehouse.

Thank God.
And the ladies are whores.

Enough, shut the hell up! Keep your
hands off her. Remember, faggot!

What? You bitch! Call your own son
a faggot! Got it? Did you hear that?

That Zoraide.
I've known her for 10 years.

Let's drink.

Nice day. We ate, we drank, we laughed
we belched, we fucked and we farted.

And we shat! What more do you want?
A perfect Sunday.

You know what we're gonna do now?
We're gonna wander around.

I think it's late.

Don't be an asshole.
Don't you feel the fresh breeze?

At this hour I still love to wander
around and beat somebody.

Like with the squad,
when we were hunting the anarchists...

and making them drink castor oil.
That was great.

Hello, Emperor Marcus Aurelius.
From up there you can see the light...

at the Venice palace. He's there.
He works for everybody, even for you.

Duce, you're the light. It's true.
If I was you, Emperor...

I wouldn't be so calm on that horse.
Some day they could take you down...

and put him up there.
What a man. What a man.

Have you ever seen him up close? No?
Then you don't understand shit.

When I see him, I tremble.
He's got a pair of eyes, man...

that can even bring
the dead back to life.

If you see them, they tell you he can
take the whole world if he wants.

I tell you,
he's a superior being.

A superman like him is born
once in a century.

I tell you, you can't find
men with balls like that.

And the rest? Which ones?
The losers, like the people?

The mass, the beggars,
little hungry men.

Ready to shit in their pants
and sell themselves right on the spot.

They would even sell their sister
and their ass for a piece of bread.

That's the people.
The people.

Those socialist pigs were fattening
themselves with the people, damn it!

It's the extreme poverty, sir.
You know, courage is for gentlemen.

Me, for example.
I'm from a farming family.

And my mother, the priest
and everybody taught me this:

"Better to kneel down and live
than stay put and die."

That's it. The morale of the losers.
Well, we can make them have the balls.

And to do that we need
to kick them and order them.

And if they won't, beat them, shit!
Give me the bottle.

Oh, sure. But it's dangerous because
you can end up like that bartender.

What are talking about?
What are you blabbering about?

In my town, the bartender had a dog.
He was always kicking him, every day.

But the dog always went back to
the bartender, licking his hand, to eat.

He was hungry, you know?
And the bartender kept kicking him.

But one day the dog got angry and after
the first kick he started to bite.

And then?

You won't believe it, but he never
let go, until the bartender was dying...

on the street with foam
coming out of his mouth.

Well?

Whatl mean is that maybe one evening
a loser, a crazy loser like me.

He's gonna be pissed off.
You come there with your strong hand...

and zap! You get stabbed
in the stomach. That's an example.

The man hasn't been born
that could stab Spatoletti.

You never know in this world.
Really, I'm serious.

With all these poor people,
you never know what someone could do.

The stabbing. Maybe one day someone
will think about it and you know.

There are so many desperate people.
Desperate people are crazy.

I don't care!

It feels so good here
in the arms of the god, Tevere.

You feel like Jupiter, god of Rome.
Nothing is better than Rome, anywhere.

You can see all Rome
from up here.

Wickedness, betrayal, scumbags.
How many do you hide? Rome the capital.

7 hills full of shit and snakes, but he
only takes care of the little things.

If he would listen to me, opportunists,
anarchists, traitors, subversives.

We should have gotten rid of them,
even today. I'd just need a sign.

Imagine, it's fun for me.
It's like a party.

I killed more than 100 with these hands,
butnow we need to calm down.

According to him we need
to be politicians. You know what?

I'll probably go wake up Salom�,
that beautiful bitch. What a woman.

You know a Fascist doesn't pay women,
he takes them.

But with Salom�, it's another story.
You pay her, all right.

Because she's got something special.
So much that there's a line...

at the brothel for her.
Because she's a real tramp.

I don't know if you can understand,
being her cousin.

While your Tripolina doesn't have
any juice. I've been with her...

and I know whores very well,
and Tripolina, poor little one...

Shit, enough now! You've been
bragging all evening! Enough!

-Enough! Or I'll kick your butt!
-Get out of here!

Don't even mention their names!
Got it, asshole?

-All this for Tripolina?
-I'm the loser, not guys like you!

Oh, boy, the baby's in love.
In love!

Watch it!
I'll kick your ass!

I'm gonna kick you in the balls!
I'll kick your ass, bastard!

You're crazy!
Look at this loser!

He's in love with a prostitute,
and he takes it out on me.

I'm right,
and I feel sorry for you.

You're drunk as hell!
You better leave now, asshole!

If I catch you, I'll throw you
in the fountain and sober you up.

Go away!
They're whores!

Are you crazy?
You're still here?

I wanna come in.

My lord, this faggot again.
Do you wanna let us sleep?

Tripoli, my ass.
Will you go away?

Do I have to call the police?

Slam the door in his face,
or he'll throw up on the rugs.

Go, go, go! I'll call the police!
Close the door!

Are you leaving?

Think you're smart?
Slam that door!

His foot's in the door.

Take out your foot, asshole.

No, ma'am.
Tripoli!

Is he Salom�'s cousin?

Yes, I want in.
Let me in, Madam.

Come in at this hour? Are you crazy?
Go, get out. Close the door, Zoraide.

Go away with your two feet!
Actually with only one!

Shit, right on my big toe!
Fuck, it hurts!

You hurt me!

-I meant to hurt you.
-You old witch!

You can walk
so go to bed.

Go to sleep and come back tomorrow
to visit Salom�, maybe at lunch time.

Fucking bitch. You damn witch.
This isn't the way. Hurting people.

Ugly monkey. She broke my foot,
and my shoes were already hurting me.

Shit, my toenail
is gonna come off.

Go away, you!

Go, stupid! Go away!
What do you want from me?

What? What are you doing?
I'm not a little pussycat, you know.

Hello, kitty.
Hello, stupid!

Where are you going?
Go home.

Why are you following me?

I'm not a pussycat.

And you're young for those things.
You're still here?

Did they kick you out like me?

Are you alone, kitty?

It's dark, isn'tit?

Maybe it's because
of all these lights...

but the night is scarier here
than in the country. It's darker.

What are you doing now?
You're comfortable in my arms?

Listen to me.
Go look for a warm corner.

You're better off without me.
Got it?

You're alone, that's it.
Shit, look at this Rome.

Do you have a home, kitty?
I'm gonna take you to my room now.

But listen,
you're making a big mistake...

because today I'm here,
but tomorrow who knows where I'll be?

Boy, you're a sharpshooter.
Where did you learn, in the army?

No, another round, please.

My God, you've been shooting
all morning.

This way I free up my mind.

For that you need a girlfriend,
not a rifle, believe me.

Right.

Boy, I'll read your hand.
I'll tell you the future. Yes?

No. No, better not,
but thanks for the thought.

So do you have
a girlfriend or not?

-Yes and no.
-Yeah?

Why aren't you with her
if you need to free up your mind?

She's working.

What does she do?

Can I know what she does?

Commerce.

Come on, beauties,
we're opening the whorehouse.

Hello, prostitutes!

Ah, do you want some help
to get it up, professor?

Fuck you! This jerk is
always a pain in the ass!

Go fuck yourself!

Look, professor! What is this?
The morning of flabbiness?

The morning of the faggots?
Let's go to my room!

Let's go. The first fuck
is always the best!

Let's go, guys!

Leave me alone! I don't have time
to waste! What's your name, honey?

So, what are we going to do, sir?
Are we going or not?

What's this crowd this morning?

The Fascist gathering is going on!

I can't understand why when
a military gathering is going on...

everyone has to stop by the whorehouse.
Maybe the horns?

See, looks like this morning is going
to be a good morning, Madam.

Is there a problem? Introduction maybe?
What are you, gay? Come on...

Why are you all still dressed?
Come on. Go up to the rooms.

God bless you!

Where do you think you are?
In the barracks?

Carmela, don't you recognize me?
What an ass!

It's like a flower today.
Who's gonna deflower me this morning?

Bologna is coming
on track number 4.

What a blonde!

What a crowd.
Salom� from Bologna's here.

I've got 15 minutes free.
Any gourmets want to try a new dish?

Shoot. What a pain.
Whoever wants me, follow me.

Oh, well,
a man of good taste?

Let's go, let's go.
This morning is not that good, girls.

Tripoli, land of love.
Tripolina's coming.

Hey, you.
Is he deaf?

What a beautiful beard, professor.
Are we going up?

Shoot. Have you seen it? Hall and room.
They might even give us a medal now.

Have you lost your head
looking at all these nude women?

What have you done
since this morning?

You've got no money.
You're a student. Get out.

Come on, take them up
to your rooms, girls.

Tonino, what are you doing here?
Here for breakfast?

No.

Don't tell me you're a client?
For relatives I have a special deal.

I'm all yours, okay?
Obviously after hours.

I've got to go.
Today's a busy day for fucking.

Listen, go for it. I'll give you
a half hour you'll never forget.

Today I'm gonna show you
my whole repertoire, like in a movie.

Admiral... sailor...
faggot.

The cousin.
Are you looking for Salom�?

She's fixing herself up.

She picked a fat turkey,
the honorable Pezzotto's son.

She got him in her room.
She screwed him for a half hour.

She can smell a rich one a mile away.
Where's that ship captain...

Bye, Fef�, come again.
I'll treat you nice.

It's hot! Worse than in Catania.
Have you been in Catania? Yes or no?

Bye-bye, and come back
to visit me, professor.

Hey! Tripolina's here...

Where are you going,
son of a bitch?

I'm paying. I've got the same rights
as anyone else. Seven lire, shit.

Quick, this is rush hour.
Today is crowded. Let's move it.

No, Tonino, no.
That's private. No, Tony.

Well, what's this?

I'm sorry.
Look, leave me alone, okay?

What did you do?

What? Leave you alone?
Tonino, wait. Listen, Tonino.

Tonino, open up.

The cousin with Tripolina?
That's funny. He's in love, isn't he?

Hey, Salom�,
are you jealous?

Stop being a pain in the ass,
or I'll rip your heart out.

Why are you behaving like this?
What's wrong?

I can't watch you do this. You'll
have to stay with me a couple of days.

What are you saying?

Two days.
Will you stay two days with me?

Two days, and then?

Then I have to go away.

Don't ask, damn it!
Are you gonna stay with me?

I've lost my mind for you, and I'll do
anything, but tell me the truth.

There's nothing to say.
Nothing!

Sure! Do you think I'm stupid?
You've got something.

I've known it since I met you.
Sometimes you're like a crazy man.

Tell me the truth.

Stop it.
I can't tell you anything.

Just tell me if you're staying
two days with me or not.

You don't trust me?
I love you.

It's not trust. It's just that
the less you know the better.

Oh, well, it's the same anyway.

Do you see this bullet?

This "B" and this "M"?
Look at it, Tripolina.

I'm here to put this bullet
in Benito Mussolini's head.

My God!
You're an anarchist?

Now, my love,
my life is in your hands.

Wait, wait a moment.

If you wanna get killed
by the Fascists then leave now.

I'm going back down to work,
to have them abuse me...

so I don't think
about it anymore.

It was too beautiful.
Get out.

Leave me alone.
This is the worst.

No, no, it's not the worst.
I told it to myself too.

But, Tripoli, listen, many people
will never have two days of love.

Don't throw it away like this!

You're the one that wants to.
Why? For politics? Who cares? Why?

Why? Well, because sometimes
someone has to say enough.

You feel you have to do it. Anyway I
have to do this, and I'll do it.

Understand?

No, I just know that when someone
is born unfortunate, she remains so.

Calm down, baby.
Calm down, Curly.

What? A two-day permit
in the middle of all this?

Tripolina, you're not a teenager
in love. Do you know that?

Then I'm sorry, Madam.
I'll take my two days and go.

You're going? No problem.
But look, if you're gonna do it...

I'll ruin you. You can count on it.
You're off the A-list, I tell you.

And for what? For that farmer
with that ugly face? Come on, stupid?

You don't know men. They come, fuck
and go away. Come on, go away!

And remember, you're under contract.
These are expensive whims!

I've never got anything
from life for free.

I've seen many end up
on the sidewalk for love.

It doesn't matter.

Stupid, idiot, jerk.
Still believe in Santa Claus, eh?

Isn't it enough at your age to be
a prostitute in this whorehouse?

Madam, the Commendatore is not
feeling good. He's white like milk.

I was working, and he had an attack.
He's shaking.

Pull! Put him on the bed.

Get him!
Get him up there!

Shit, he's heavy, poor guy!
Look how pale he is.

Careful, careful.
Put him on the bed, Maurizia! Shit!

Call Zoraide. Not a word to anyone!
To anyone! Not even the girls.

Who's this Giuliana?

Who's she? His wife.
She died not long ago, poor soul.

Otherwise, I'll throw
all of you out, okay?

I'll take care of it, Madam.

Shit! The papers. And, honey,
continue with the vinegar massage.

But, it's disgusting.

Disgusting? If you'd do your job well,
this wouldn'thappen.

Poor guy.
He's an old guy who's sick.

What? That's it? Nothing else
in the pockets? Are you sure?

Poor guy. Is it true that he lost
his wife a year ago?

Yes, she died last year, shit!

A good client. He was always here
to spend time with us girls.

He said that the smell of youth
made him feel like a new man.

He's frozen.

He's in agony.
We've got to get him out of here.

Isn't it better to ask a big shot?

The police commissioner's nephew,
a general. They're all good clients.

Yes, sure. You find one that's willing
to expose himself for us.

Come on, Nina! Wake up.
We've got to get rid of him.

He can die anywhere but here.
I don't want dead people around. Go!

Sure, like it's easy, right?

Easy or not,
we've got to do it, period.

-I'm here. Madam, did you want me?
-Come here, Zoraide.

Oh, shit, is he dead?

Listen, Zoraide, does your brother
still have his carriage around here?

Sure, he leaves it around the corner.
Should I call him?

Call him right away.

He looks better,
but it's safer to take him home.

So?

I don't know Rome that well.
Where should I take that guy?

Right around the corner,
at the forum.

Nobody's around at this hour, not even
the cats. It's all the same to him.

To me, on the other hand...
You're saving me a lot of trouble.

Then, Ninni, if you do me this favor,
I'll give you Tripolina.

Tripolina is a gold mine for us
until the day after tomorrow.

With meals, lodging, linen.
Everything free and loving.

And look, I wouldn't do this
even for Benito Mussolini.

Listen you! I knew he was crazy,
but you? What is this?

You're framing my cousin
while I'm working?

Carmela, I ordered
maximum discretion.

No, who talked?
I didn't say a word!

Sure, everybody's talking downstairs.
Anyway Tonino can't do these things!

I didn't know you were his manager.
Anyway he's an adult.

And then, if he does me a favor,
I'll do a favor for him.

Sure, bringing him oranges
in jail.

There is no need to talk.
My cousin won't do it. It's dangerous.

Come on! The lady says that nobody's
around now, not even the cats. Right?

So?

She's saying that! What if a cop
catches you carrying a dead man?

What will you say? I said you're
not going to do it. It's dangerous!

Enough now, all right? I said I'm going,
and that's the end of it. Let's go.

-Wait, Tonino.
-Come on. Let's go.

Come on.
Don'tbe a pain!

If he goes, I go.
Gotit?

Are you crazy? Carmela's going.
What do I tell the guys who want Salom�?

Tell them that Salom�'s
fallopian tubes shut down.

Hurry, move it.
Hurry. Please, be careful!

What do I do with it?
Come on, hurry.

-Come on. Jump up.
-Let's go.

Watch it!
Go? Let's go.

Stay here and warn us
if someone comes.

No, no.
I'm coming with you and Carmela.

He's heavy.
She has varicose veins. Wait here.

I prefer to wait here.
I don't feel well.

Pay attention, come on.

Come on, behind those columns.
It's more private. Hurry up!

Listen to me. If you've got
something to say, say it.

Listen, a joke is a joke.
And I like to joke. Life is a bitch.

If you don't laugh at it,
better to shoot yourself, and that's it.

But someone like you. With what you
have to do. It's different, you know.

I know what to do.

No, you don't! Because I imagined you
like a saint, someone without room...

for anything except those who suffered
and died for the cause.

Why? Don't I suffer?
I don't want to die here.

Yes, but you're risking everything
because you fell in love!

So, take Tripolina, go to France
and stop thinking of all the rest of it.

Giuliana, forgive me.

Commendatore, calm down.

Don't get excited, Commendatore.
Do you feel better?

There, put him there.
Come on, Commendatore, it's nothing.

It's the hot weather, come on.
You feel better now, right?

He's dead.

Come on, let's go!
Hurry!

How did it go?

Good, nice.
I had a nice sight-seeing tour.

I was so scared.

I'm sorry, but I've got
to talk to Salom�. Wait here.

But... Wait, Tonino.

What are you doing here? Go!
Go make love to your Tripolina.

You'll see, after a couple of days of
exercise, you'll be shooting like hell.

You won't be able to even pick up your
gun. Go! I don't want to talk to you.

Listen, I'll probably die in two days.
I need to stay here.

Who knows
what's going to happen now!

I can't stay in that hotel alone
anymore. Look how shaky my hand is.

I'm always thinking about it. About
that moment, when I'll have to shoot.

And shit, I feel like I'm dying.
I get something here.

I'm scared like hell. That's why
I took care of that poor guy.

To see if I could win it over.

You won, right? And now you're not
going to be upset, are you?

Fear is normal. The Fascists are
not scared and kill people, but you...

You're an anarchist.

Yes, anarchist. Drop it, okay?
I'm not Michael Sgaravento.

I'm Antonio Soffiantini,
and that's it.

What does that mean?
You're a comrade.

Yes, well. I've just recently
become involved in this.

I joined after I saw the police shoot
Michael Sgaravento in the back.

Nothing before. Antonio Soffiantini
was just a simple farmer. That's it.

One of many.
While him...

Shit, Michael was different!

I'm a joke.

While him, even in that bush, dead,
with his mouth full of mud.

He looked like a king.

What's all this bullshit?
Come on, getit out!

Are you one of the Brighenti group
or a loner?

I'm nobody, that's it.
I was a friend of Michael's.

Like a brother. When he came back,
he confided only in me.

"I'm back to kill Mussolini."
That's exactly whathe told me.

He told me everything. He left me
the suitcase. He trusted only me.

He told me, "If something happens,
take this to the comrades."

As if he knew.

So why are you involved?

I'm involved because I saw him killed
like that. I sold the cow...

I got the suitcase,
I took it to Brighenti in Paris...

and I told him thatl would come here
to kill Mussolini.

They taught me how to shoot,
and here I am.

Listen, Tonino, have you
given it some thought?

Michael, you know, was a dedicated
anarchist. He dedicated his life to it.

But you, I mean, maybe at the time
you thought of revenge.

Butnow, if you don't feel like it,
you shouldn't do it.

Something like this is a desperate act.
There's no way out.

Do you think
I'll end up like Anteo?

Forget Anteo. If they arrest you,
an execution is your destiny.

Or worse, the Saint Antonio.

Saint Antonio?

They'll beat you to death,
and no one will know a thing.

What do you want to do? Scare me?
Save it, because I'm so scared...

that you can't even imagine.
Butl have to do this.

Even if I'm not an anarchist now,
maybe they'll make me one later.

Look, I promised myself I wouldn't
go back to that slave life.

Day after day, only to die like a dog.
I can't do it anymore.

A farm rat lives better than us.
I promised myself, and this action...

This action is what I need
to feel like a man.

Maybe now you don't trust me.

No, it's not about trust.
It's this war we're fighting.

You don't even know
why you're doing it.

You're the one to be sacrificed,
and you're not involved at all.

Once I've killed Mussolini,
I'll be involved, right?

Yes. Enough now, it'll be okay.
Go with the girl.

She's waiting behind
the door like a puppy.

When you look at her,
she starts to cry.

Poor Tripoli. Life has already been
so bad to her. Go, now.

Good morning. This is really funny.
I knew the cousin lost it for you.

The other night? This jerk almost
crushed a bottle on my head.

I didn't break him
because I was merciful.

He was drunk as hell, Tripolina.

Who knows? Maybe you found the jerk
who's going to marry you.

Best wishes.

Pardon.

These, Tonino, are our passports.
The comrades delivered them.

It's better to cross the border legally
as emigrants than illegally.

Because if everything goes well
and Mussolini dies...

you'll see many problems
with those jerks at the border.

Right. If everything goes well,
then we'll see.

I'll wake you up at six o'clock.
Everything will be okay. You'll see.

Put t his stuff away, now.
Don't make this kitty wait for you.

Isn't love beautiful?
But look where it's going.

I'm sorry, honey, but I've got
to sleep, at least a little.

Love, my love.

Hey, girl.
You're always crying, you know?

Come here, don't do this.
You're making it worse.

So, Curly.
It was beautiful, wasn'tit?

The two of us alone,
like a honeymoon.

Two days only for us.

They're gone. And now?

Now we've got to sleep, and that's all.
And she's crying again...

Listen, Curly,
I want to tell you something.

You're the best thing
that's happened in my life.

What are you doing up?
Is he up already? We must wake him.

No, you will not wake him up.

-Are you crazy?
-Come, I need to talk to you.

Don't be stupid.
It's late already.

If you wake him up,
I'm going to report you and him.

Let's go.
Let's talk in the bathroom.

Okay. And now?

Now, you will not wake him.
He's sound asleep...

and when he wakes,
it must be too late.

Listen, baby, get out of the way.
You were never involved to begin with.

This is not a teenage romance.
Give me the key.

No! I know it's the cause and all
the rest. But you're not waking him up!

Because no cause is worth
a poor, young guy having to die...

like a dog. You know?
Because he will die like a dog.

Of course he will die
like a dog.

Like all the others even younger
and more innocent than him.

I saw them with my eyes. He knows it
too, butit's the same for him...

because he'd rather die like a dog
than live like a dog.

But only after he does what he has
to do. Yes, you die for these things!

All of us are ready
to die for this dream!

Get out of the way!
You cannot understand.

And give me the key!

Bastard! No. Watch it because
I'll kill you. I'll kill you!

You're not going to wake him!
I'll kill you!

What do you want to do?
Are you truly crazy?

I'll kill you! Yes, I'll kill you!
And then I'll kill myself.

I don't care to live anymore.

You've got a black heart. You don't
care about that poor creature.

He's got that nice cause.
Sure, it's the cause.

Maybe one day it'll happen,
and what if it doesn't?

Buthe's got to die this morning.
If you wake him up...

you're killing him!
With those dirty hands! Bastard!

Shut up! Don't scream.
Do you think you're doing him a favor?

It's his decision. When he wakes up,
he will hate you, you know?

I know. He won't see me anymore.
He'll leave full of hatred but alive.

-That's enough for me.
-I can't!

That pig has to die.
I promised a guy that died.

He trusted me. I can't listen to you.
I don't want to!

You must listen.

Because you want to wake him
for another reason: you're jealous.

Up yours!

You're jealous, and I beg you to help
me save him. I know you care about him.

Of course I care about him.
He just fell into this mess...

like a bug into a glass.
It's even worse than Anteo.

He's so young that my heart breaks.
I would go if I knew how to shoot.

Too late!
I can't afford these feelings.

Feelings are a luxury,
and this is war!

What would happen if all women stopped
their soldiers at the door during war?

You die in war. It would be great
if every mother did that. Why not?

Why? For history?
For justice?

They've been fighting since
the creation of the world.

Explain it to me, all this justice.
The dead stay dead, and that's it.

Damn you. And damn me.
Fucking sentimental whores that we are.

Open up the door. I can't stand
this bullshit any longer. Go away.

They're right,
never trust a whore.

Why didn't you wake me? Why?
Why, fucking traitor? Traitor!

It's ten o'clock. I'm ruined.
Why didn't you wake me up?

And you, fucking whore,
why didn't you call me? Why?

Because right now you'd be dead
with a bullet in your chest.

I'm worse than dead now. Like a worm
sleeping in the whores' bed.

That's what you are to me, whores!

What am I going to do now?
I'll kill myself. I'll do it.

Where's my gun?
Where is it!

Wait, Tonino, stop!

I'm going to put that bullet in
my forehead anyway. Fucking whores. Go!

Stop the crying.
We've got to stop him.

Shut up, Tonino, shut up.
You're gonna ruin everything. Shut up!

Coming... Stop it.
What the hell do you want?

Open up, Salom�.

Now we can't even have
a family discussion, damn it.

Fucking bitches. Everybody behind
the door like chickens.

Mind your own business!
Gotit?

Salom�! This has nothing to do with it.
You know I don't allow confusion here.

What do I care?

It sounded like
you were killing each other.

Look who's talking. The other day,
this one and the Spanish girl...

screamed like hell
over a pair of underwear. Get a life!

Oh, shit. They're coming for me.
They're going to arrest me. Arrest me.

Calm down.
Stay calm. Shut up.

What am I going to do now?
They're here for me. You betrayed me.

Stop with this bullshit. Nobody
betrayed you. You know it. Calm down.

I can't end up like this. They're
coming. I knew it. They betrayed me.

What do I do?
What did you do to me?

Love! I'm sick. I'm scared like hell.
What did you do to me?

Tonino, don't do this. Listen.
Nobody betrayed you, you know it.

We did it only to save you
and for love.

I love you two also.
Don't leave me.

Enough, Tonino!
I'm going down to delay them.

You and Tripolina,
go out the back.

She's got some money, and you can
take mine too. It's in the last drawer.

The gun's there.
You'll make it. You'll see.

Go to Paris, to Saverio Brighenti.
Understand? Saverio Brighenti!

Mother, please don't leave me.
My mother!

Enough. Don't waste time!
And don'tbe upset with yourself.

Not everyone has
to be a hero, damn it!

Come on, Tonino. Here's the money,
the passports and the gun.

What are you doing? Come on, honey,
I'll help you. Why do you do this?

Don't worry. Everything will be okay.
We're going to make it.

No, baby, no, calm down.

I'm going to calm down now,
you'll see.

No, what do you want to do?
Let's go! Let's get out of here.

No, I'm not going
to escape anymore. Go!

Tonino, shut up.
For God's sake, don't go!

It's done. It's the end.
I won't escape anymore.

The medical checkup
is on Thursday, Lieutenant.

In any case, the girls are in order.
They're up in their rooms.

You're at home here. If you want
to come in, you know the way, right?

Yes, ma'am, I know the way.

Who's that?
Shit, he's armed!

I wanted to kill Mussolini!

Tonino!
Escape, Tonino!

Tonino!
Escape, get away!

Long live anarchy!

Tonino! Bastards, leave him!
Killers!

Stop that car!

I wanted to kill Mussolini
for all of you comrades...

equal and free like nature created us.
I wanted to kill Mussolini!

Watch it, Tonino! Notlike this.
Notlike Anteo! Killers! Stop them!

Make him shut up!

Tonino! Tonino!
My love!

Stop, stop. Do something.
He was doing it for you.

For you who are slaves,
and don't even know it, you cowards!

He was a poor guy with a big heart.
Better than all of you!

Enough, that's enough.
I'm sorry, Captain. Take him up.

Like this. Here, take this cigarette.
Do you want to talk?

So, sir Soffiantini. Your jail is going
to be 30 feet under the sea.

Air comes in through a little pipe.
Little air and no light.

Complete darkness. They lock you up,
and you stay there in silence.

Nobody talking to you.
Sooner or later you go crazy.

Pasanante was found
eating his own shit.

He became green, flabby,
and without hair he looked like a worm.

But, with some names and addresses,
we've got mental infirmity.

I give you my word.
Maybe ten years and that's it.

Who sent you?
Are you part of the Brighenti gang?

Say it. Are you with the Brighenti gang?
Are you from Paris?

From America?
Who sent you?

You don't think I'd believe you came
to Rome alone to kill Benito Mussolini?

Who sent you?

What'd you say?

I don't know anything about anybody.
Shoot me, it's better that way.

Fucking anarchist! I'll teach you!
Anarchy, shit!

Go, take him away!
Give him a nice treatment.

Tough guy, huh?
Because he's got to talk. He has to.

Hello, Captain Fautasso. Yes, sir.
Yes, sir. Don't you worry. Bye, sir.

They don't want it known.
He prefers it.

The number of these bastards
has tripled lately, huh?

What are telling me, Captain?
The Italians love the Duce.

It's been years since we've heard
of any popular unrest.

Then again, instead of killing them
like they deserve, he pardons them.

Oh, dear. What are you talking about?
What pardon? Who got a pardon?

The last two, the ones we know, yes.
But what others?

He's a hero,
but he's not stupid.

It's better to make some people
disappear without publicity.

And this is one more case like that.
It's faster. More political, right?

Damn it!

Go ahead!

This morning at ten o'clock
in Via dei Fiori...

in the well-known whorehouse...

an unknown man...

hit by a fit of madness...

fired some shots
at a police unit...

during a routine inspection.

Once arrested
the unknown man killed himself...

by violently beating his head...

against the wall of his cell.

Mother!

I want to repeat my horror at attacks
that were not only bad but stupid...

because they hurt the cause
they were supposed to serve.

But the assassins are
also saints and heroes...

who will be celebrated
once the brutal facts are forgotten...

and remembered only for
the idea that inspired them...

and the martyrdom
that rendered them saints.