Mussolini: The Untold Story (1985): Season 1, Episode 3 - Episode #1.3 - full transcript
Yes?
Um... Is the signorina
Orsola Buvoli at home?
I am her mother.
I don't wish to appear
impertinent, signora,
but is the signorina herself
at home?
Yes.
These are for you.
- All these?
- They're all I could find.
[Laughing]
Who are you?
Just someone who wants
to bring you flowers
for the rest of your life.
You know Hitler has been
elected Chancellor of Germany.
Our ambassador attended
the annual diplomatic corps
dinner in Berlin.
Hitler personally escorted the
ambassador's wife into dinner.
He told her that he was looking
forward to meeting me,
that I was his guiding star,
his mentor.
Surely Your Excellency has
no intention of meeting him.
I do indeed, Galeazzo,
in order to warn him
to keep his hands off Austria.
Are you all right?
I'm having a wonderful time.
I really had something
less ostentatious in mind
for our first dinner together.
My father insisted I bring you.
It's really fine, Vittorio.
I want to hear him play.
Will you play for me, Romano?
I applaud your taste, Vittorio.
Where did you find her?
- Shall I tell you something?
- Of course.
That is the girl
I intend to marry.
As the action escalates
on the Eritrean front,
where Italian troops fight
to protect the Italians
living in Eritrea
against savage bands
of Abyssinian invaders,
Il Duce prepares
to bring another
aerial squadron into action.
And with the squadron
go two of his sons
who will be flying
their first combat missions,
Vittorio Mussolini
and Bruno Mussolini.
Saluto!
Signora. Signorina.
If you will, signora.
You see?
Here they are.
How, with all the millions
of letters you receive,
could these little poems
manage to survive?
Destiny, I believe, intended it.
I'm afraid to ask what you think
of such childish verse.
Your poems reveal
everything about you, signorina.
Everything?
I hope not, Excellency.
You write very well
about cats.
I, too, find cats the most
fascinating of animals.
We have one at home called Pipo,
a giant ginger angora.
Well, among Bruno and Vittorio
and me petting him all the time
we've practically
worn the fur off his back.
What else can you tell
about me... from the poems?
You write of your love
for music, the violin.
We must, uh...
play a duet together some time,
would you like that?
I'm really not very good.
Neither am I,
but I am persistent.
What is your favorite opera?
Oh...
I love all Puccini,
but my favorite one
is Mozart's "Così Fan Tutte".
[Laughing]
That's my favorite, too!
♪ Secondate
♪ Aurette amiche... ♪
[Laughs]
My son Bruno and I,
we've sung that duet
more times than I can remember.
[Clears throat]
Did you mean what you said
on the beach at Ostia?
I have never learned
how to lie, Excellency.
You said it was not the cold
that made you tremble.
You said it was the emotion.
True, Excellency.
Please, see, I still tremble.
Then you should know that
for the past three nights
I have not slept
for thinking of you.
You must leave now.
It's very late.
Thank you, signora,
for the pleasure of your company
and for bringing
your charming daughter.
I wish you every happiness
on your forthcoming marriage.
[♪ Band plays: "Giovinezza"]
Why didn't you advise me
to wear my uniform?
The understanding was, mein
Führer, this was to be a relaxed
unofficial introductory meeting.
At first sight,
I don't like him.
Obviously, Il Duce,
his people do.
He's the new Chancellor
of Germany.
But all our contacts in Germany
insist he's untrustworthy
and dangerous.
Genghis Khan in a raincoat.
Why doesn't he come?
Am I not his guest?
Remember, Excellency,
you are dealing with Italians.
Of all Italians, Mussolini
is the most... mercurial.
Might I suggest we go to him?
Otherwise,
we could wait here all night.
Führer.
[Speaks in German]
Was he trying to speak German?
Sounds as though
he learnt it in Switzerland.
[Muffled voice speaking German]
[Door opens]
What's happening in there?
Your father is telling Hitler
to stop heating the fire
under the saucepan in Austria.
Otherwise we will transfer four
divisions into the Brenner Pass
to make sure Germany
doesn't trifle
with Austria's independence.
Can Hitler understand
my father's accent?
Even if Il Duce's German fails,
his pounding on the desk
will not!
Hitler knows
when he's met his master.
[Both laugh]
[♪ Fanfare]
[♪ Orchestra begins]
- A recent acquisition?
- [Audience applauds]
Your peripheral vision, Edda,
is truly awesome.
But you failed to take note
of who else is in the party.
Mm.
I saw him. I simply don't think
it's good manners
to be as obvious
about one's lovers as you are.
Then let me be obvious
with the woman I love the most.
[♪ Music ends, new movement]
Galeazzo.
Hm?
Are we really going
to be drawn into a war?
I'll stop seeing her if it
really troubles you that much.
No, darling.
I don't mean
our private little war.
I mean war with Hitler
over Austria.
Not if I can prevent it.
When I left him today, he said,
"Remember, Galeazzo, from time
to time, wars are necessary.
"They forge men's wills."
They also kill.
[♪ Music finishes]
Last month, my daughter referred
to Adolf Hitler as Genghis Khan.
She should've said
Attila the Hun.
Gentlemen, at one o'clock
this afternoon,
Nazis dressed
as Austrian army officers
broke into the Federal
Chancellery in Vienna
and assassinated
Chancellor Dollfuss.
The English and French are doing
nothing to stop this madman,
but we, Italians,
we'll stop these Huns.
We will mobilize our forces,
poise our divisions
at the Brenner Pass,
and dare Hitler to move.
We will show him
he cannot trifle with Italy.
Now, more important matters.
At the present time,
we rule 100,000 square miles
of the Sahara.
But I am not a collector
of deserts, gentlemen.
We will strike as soon
as the spring rains are over.
I want you to use mustard gas
against these savages.
In every village that we seize,
every male 18 and over
is to be shot.
The very name Abyssinia
is to be wiped from the maps.
When they go into battle,
our troops will sing
the anthem of our march on Rome.
The Fascist hymn, "Giovinezza".
[♪ Orchestra plays
a stirring theme]
[Reporter] 'Roman legions
quickly advance
'across the Abyssinian
countryside,
'driving barbaric African hordes
from their mountain retreats.
'Fighting side-by-side with
other gallant Italian pilots,
'Bruno and Vittorio Mussolini,
sons of Il Duce,
'lead the assault from the air.
'The price
for bringing civilization
'to such backward people
has been high.
'Not for our victorious forces,
but for the enemy.
'He has paid
for his stubbornness.
'More than half a million
Abyssinians have fallen
'before our triumphant
soldiers and airmen.
'Once more, Italy begins
to rebuild its glorious empire
'and retake control
of the Mediterranean.'
[Applause]
I thank you for coming, signora.
It's been a while
since the last time.
Yes, Excellency.
I'm told that your daughter's
marriage to Lieutenant Federici
has been terminated.
Yes, Excellency.
Claretta is home with us again.
I'll be direct.
May I have your permission
to love your daughter?
Excellency... I am honored, but
Claretta is a grown woman now.
No permission should
be involved.
Unless you wish, simply
as a matter of your own choice,
to speak to her father.
After all, signora,
one does not ask the permission
of the Pope
to approve a love affair
His Holiness would censure,
does one?
Then it is a matter between you
and Claretta, Excellency.
Thank you, signora. Thank you.
Are you ready, Excellency?
[♪ Melancholic duet]
Piccola.
I see you're trembling again.
It is still not the cold?
No, Il Duce.
It is still the emotion.
Is there anything
that you must say?
I want to tell you
that I understand
how much you love your wife
and your children.
I will never do anything
to interfere with that love.
I only hope to add to it,
to make you even happier.
- I know that.
- I am not a jealous woman.
Not possessive.
But I must tell you
that I know the names of all the
other women you've been seeing.
Shall I prove it by naming them?
Do you expect me
to stop seeing them?
That is something
you will decide.
But after we make love,
Benito...
..what need will you have
for those others?
- Do I have your approval?
- Of course. What is it to be?
- In two weeks, at the airfield.
- Vittorio!
- You will be Bruno's best man?
- Who else?
Such a magnificent morning!
Italy victorious, my two
brave sons home from the war,
and now Bruno's to be married.
Is there a happier father
anywhere in the world?
- Hurry!
- [She laughs]
- Do you dare?
- If you do.
Hm!
I don't mean to sound immodest
but, for a pilot
used to diving and spinning
and looping...
..crouching on this log
is something I can do backward,
with my eyes closed.
Show me!
Whoa!
[Laughing]
Ooh!
- Indeed you are!
- Are what?
Used to diving and spinning and
looping, right into the water!
Well, let's see you try it!
[Screams]
We've waited this long, Bruno.
Only a few more days
and we're married.
No! No more waiting! Now!
[Laughter]
[She screams]
[Knock on door]
Out, Bruno. Out.
I promise to stay outside here,
not even to look at Gena
until I see her at the wedding,
but I have to talk to her,
it's very important, signora.
- Can you hear me, Gena?
- Yes, Bruno.
- Have you seen the sky today?
- I've been too busy.
I just saw the stars
in broad daylight.
Isn't that impossible?
Not if you're in love
as much as I'm in love with you.
[Gena] I love you, too.
What is it you wanted
to tell me?
How lucky I am to have met you.
[Church bell ringing]
[Conversation and laughter]
I've waited years
to say this, Bruno,
I'm going to say it now and
in no way do I mean to suggest
that I don't adore
your sisters and brothers,
but I must confess that
I see more of myself in you
than any of the others.
I always thought Edda
was your favorite.
Ah! Edda's a woman,
you're a man.
I think you're closer to me
in spirit and attitude.
Vittorio, he has my love
of journalism,
he's a natural writer
and thinker, but you,
you are a doer.
You're already a brilliant
flyer, born to the air.
I see you soon
breaking world records.
You have a magnificent,
triumphant life ahead of you.
I can think of no better advice
to give a young man
so like his father.
Don't follow in my steps.
One Mussolini in politics
is quite enough!
Tell me, piccola.
Can I still make love
like a young man?
Better.
You were thinking of Bruno,
weren't you?
Thinking of him making love
to his young bride.
Benito.
You don't have to compete
with him.
Or any other man.
You're the man I was born for.
No man will ever make me feel
the way you make me feel.
[Hum of conversation]
Your daughter, Excellency.
Hello, Papa.
- You finished your dinner?
- Mm-hm.
At least your agent
was that thoughtful.
I ordered him to be discreet.
Was he?
Quite.
He appeared at our table
and told me I was wanted
on the phone.
Most discreet.
Why did you insist
he bring me here?
How could you embarrass me
like that?
You know that particular
restaurant
is frequented
by important Party officials.
Embarrassed?
Why should you be embarrassed?
I want the name
of that officer you were with.
Is he to be banished by morning?
You disappoint me.
Deeply.
Well, you disappoint me, too.
For not trusting me.
[Door slams]
Bruno, I think I should make
this test flight with you today.
You're listed as watch officer.
How do you get out of that?
- Worth a try.
- No. Better you don't come.
Afraid I can fly it
better than you?
Ha!
We can't have two Mussolinis
in the same plane, can we?
[Crowd roars]
[Chanting] Duce! Duce! Duce!
[Crowd roars]
[Roar subsides]
Black Shirts of the revolution.
Italian men and women at home
and throughout the world,
hear me.
Italy at last
has her empire!
[Crowd roars]
[Sighs]
- Something's wrong.
- No.
They simply passed
behind the hill.
- You'll see them reappear...
- [Explosion]
A loss of power, sir.
He had to land.
You should know that the last
thing he said before he died
was, "Father, the field!"
[Crowd cheering]
[Benito] On this very day,
the title of Emperor of
Abyssinia has been assumed
by our king, Vittorio Emmanuel,
and will descend
to his successor.
- What is it, Major?
- Sir, Bruno Mussolini is dead.
He's been killed in a crash.
They called me
from the airfield at Pisa.
- [Benito] The Italian people...
- Who dares tell him?
- ..empire with their blood.
- I do, sir.
Raise up your banners,
stretch forth your arms,
lift up your hearts
and sing to the empire,
which appears in being
after 15 centuries
on the fateful hills of Rome.
Will you be worthy
of that empire?
[Cheering]
[Chanting] Duce! Duce! Duce!
Duce! Duce! Duce!
Duce! Duce! Duce!
- Excellency.
- Hm?
There's been a crash at Pisa.
Your son, Bruno, was the pilot.
Is he dead?
Yes, Duce.
Bruno, listen to me.
What happened, my son?
I see what happens.
I know what passes
through your heart, Bruno.
The engines are no good.
You try to land.
You're certain you will land.
But that little...
..farmhouse.
If only you can clear that...
..this won't happen.
I should be the one
comforting you.
Why him?
When they asked Caesar
what kind of death he would
prefer above all others,
he told them,
"One that is unexpected."
Bruno chose Caesar's way.
It's time to leave.
How can I leave him here?
He's all alone.
He's not alone, Benito.
He's with your mother
and father now.
Why can't I believe that?
[Crowd chanting] 'Duce!
Duce! Duce!'
[Chanting swells]
Um... Is the signorina
Orsola Buvoli at home?
I am her mother.
I don't wish to appear
impertinent, signora,
but is the signorina herself
at home?
Yes.
These are for you.
- All these?
- They're all I could find.
[Laughing]
Who are you?
Just someone who wants
to bring you flowers
for the rest of your life.
You know Hitler has been
elected Chancellor of Germany.
Our ambassador attended
the annual diplomatic corps
dinner in Berlin.
Hitler personally escorted the
ambassador's wife into dinner.
He told her that he was looking
forward to meeting me,
that I was his guiding star,
his mentor.
Surely Your Excellency has
no intention of meeting him.
I do indeed, Galeazzo,
in order to warn him
to keep his hands off Austria.
Are you all right?
I'm having a wonderful time.
I really had something
less ostentatious in mind
for our first dinner together.
My father insisted I bring you.
It's really fine, Vittorio.
I want to hear him play.
Will you play for me, Romano?
I applaud your taste, Vittorio.
Where did you find her?
- Shall I tell you something?
- Of course.
That is the girl
I intend to marry.
As the action escalates
on the Eritrean front,
where Italian troops fight
to protect the Italians
living in Eritrea
against savage bands
of Abyssinian invaders,
Il Duce prepares
to bring another
aerial squadron into action.
And with the squadron
go two of his sons
who will be flying
their first combat missions,
Vittorio Mussolini
and Bruno Mussolini.
Saluto!
Signora. Signorina.
If you will, signora.
You see?
Here they are.
How, with all the millions
of letters you receive,
could these little poems
manage to survive?
Destiny, I believe, intended it.
I'm afraid to ask what you think
of such childish verse.
Your poems reveal
everything about you, signorina.
Everything?
I hope not, Excellency.
You write very well
about cats.
I, too, find cats the most
fascinating of animals.
We have one at home called Pipo,
a giant ginger angora.
Well, among Bruno and Vittorio
and me petting him all the time
we've practically
worn the fur off his back.
What else can you tell
about me... from the poems?
You write of your love
for music, the violin.
We must, uh...
play a duet together some time,
would you like that?
I'm really not very good.
Neither am I,
but I am persistent.
What is your favorite opera?
Oh...
I love all Puccini,
but my favorite one
is Mozart's "Così Fan Tutte".
[Laughing]
That's my favorite, too!
♪ Secondate
♪ Aurette amiche... ♪
[Laughs]
My son Bruno and I,
we've sung that duet
more times than I can remember.
[Clears throat]
Did you mean what you said
on the beach at Ostia?
I have never learned
how to lie, Excellency.
You said it was not the cold
that made you tremble.
You said it was the emotion.
True, Excellency.
Please, see, I still tremble.
Then you should know that
for the past three nights
I have not slept
for thinking of you.
You must leave now.
It's very late.
Thank you, signora,
for the pleasure of your company
and for bringing
your charming daughter.
I wish you every happiness
on your forthcoming marriage.
[♪ Band plays: "Giovinezza"]
Why didn't you advise me
to wear my uniform?
The understanding was, mein
Führer, this was to be a relaxed
unofficial introductory meeting.
At first sight,
I don't like him.
Obviously, Il Duce,
his people do.
He's the new Chancellor
of Germany.
But all our contacts in Germany
insist he's untrustworthy
and dangerous.
Genghis Khan in a raincoat.
Why doesn't he come?
Am I not his guest?
Remember, Excellency,
you are dealing with Italians.
Of all Italians, Mussolini
is the most... mercurial.
Might I suggest we go to him?
Otherwise,
we could wait here all night.
Führer.
[Speaks in German]
Was he trying to speak German?
Sounds as though
he learnt it in Switzerland.
[Muffled voice speaking German]
[Door opens]
What's happening in there?
Your father is telling Hitler
to stop heating the fire
under the saucepan in Austria.
Otherwise we will transfer four
divisions into the Brenner Pass
to make sure Germany
doesn't trifle
with Austria's independence.
Can Hitler understand
my father's accent?
Even if Il Duce's German fails,
his pounding on the desk
will not!
Hitler knows
when he's met his master.
[Both laugh]
[♪ Fanfare]
[♪ Orchestra begins]
- A recent acquisition?
- [Audience applauds]
Your peripheral vision, Edda,
is truly awesome.
But you failed to take note
of who else is in the party.
Mm.
I saw him. I simply don't think
it's good manners
to be as obvious
about one's lovers as you are.
Then let me be obvious
with the woman I love the most.
[♪ Music ends, new movement]
Galeazzo.
Hm?
Are we really going
to be drawn into a war?
I'll stop seeing her if it
really troubles you that much.
No, darling.
I don't mean
our private little war.
I mean war with Hitler
over Austria.
Not if I can prevent it.
When I left him today, he said,
"Remember, Galeazzo, from time
to time, wars are necessary.
"They forge men's wills."
They also kill.
[♪ Music finishes]
Last month, my daughter referred
to Adolf Hitler as Genghis Khan.
She should've said
Attila the Hun.
Gentlemen, at one o'clock
this afternoon,
Nazis dressed
as Austrian army officers
broke into the Federal
Chancellery in Vienna
and assassinated
Chancellor Dollfuss.
The English and French are doing
nothing to stop this madman,
but we, Italians,
we'll stop these Huns.
We will mobilize our forces,
poise our divisions
at the Brenner Pass,
and dare Hitler to move.
We will show him
he cannot trifle with Italy.
Now, more important matters.
At the present time,
we rule 100,000 square miles
of the Sahara.
But I am not a collector
of deserts, gentlemen.
We will strike as soon
as the spring rains are over.
I want you to use mustard gas
against these savages.
In every village that we seize,
every male 18 and over
is to be shot.
The very name Abyssinia
is to be wiped from the maps.
When they go into battle,
our troops will sing
the anthem of our march on Rome.
The Fascist hymn, "Giovinezza".
[♪ Orchestra plays
a stirring theme]
[Reporter] 'Roman legions
quickly advance
'across the Abyssinian
countryside,
'driving barbaric African hordes
from their mountain retreats.
'Fighting side-by-side with
other gallant Italian pilots,
'Bruno and Vittorio Mussolini,
sons of Il Duce,
'lead the assault from the air.
'The price
for bringing civilization
'to such backward people
has been high.
'Not for our victorious forces,
but for the enemy.
'He has paid
for his stubbornness.
'More than half a million
Abyssinians have fallen
'before our triumphant
soldiers and airmen.
'Once more, Italy begins
to rebuild its glorious empire
'and retake control
of the Mediterranean.'
[Applause]
I thank you for coming, signora.
It's been a while
since the last time.
Yes, Excellency.
I'm told that your daughter's
marriage to Lieutenant Federici
has been terminated.
Yes, Excellency.
Claretta is home with us again.
I'll be direct.
May I have your permission
to love your daughter?
Excellency... I am honored, but
Claretta is a grown woman now.
No permission should
be involved.
Unless you wish, simply
as a matter of your own choice,
to speak to her father.
After all, signora,
one does not ask the permission
of the Pope
to approve a love affair
His Holiness would censure,
does one?
Then it is a matter between you
and Claretta, Excellency.
Thank you, signora. Thank you.
Are you ready, Excellency?
[♪ Melancholic duet]
Piccola.
I see you're trembling again.
It is still not the cold?
No, Il Duce.
It is still the emotion.
Is there anything
that you must say?
I want to tell you
that I understand
how much you love your wife
and your children.
I will never do anything
to interfere with that love.
I only hope to add to it,
to make you even happier.
- I know that.
- I am not a jealous woman.
Not possessive.
But I must tell you
that I know the names of all the
other women you've been seeing.
Shall I prove it by naming them?
Do you expect me
to stop seeing them?
That is something
you will decide.
But after we make love,
Benito...
..what need will you have
for those others?
- Do I have your approval?
- Of course. What is it to be?
- In two weeks, at the airfield.
- Vittorio!
- You will be Bruno's best man?
- Who else?
Such a magnificent morning!
Italy victorious, my two
brave sons home from the war,
and now Bruno's to be married.
Is there a happier father
anywhere in the world?
- Hurry!
- [She laughs]
- Do you dare?
- If you do.
Hm!
I don't mean to sound immodest
but, for a pilot
used to diving and spinning
and looping...
..crouching on this log
is something I can do backward,
with my eyes closed.
Show me!
Whoa!
[Laughing]
Ooh!
- Indeed you are!
- Are what?
Used to diving and spinning and
looping, right into the water!
Well, let's see you try it!
[Screams]
We've waited this long, Bruno.
Only a few more days
and we're married.
No! No more waiting! Now!
[Laughter]
[She screams]
[Knock on door]
Out, Bruno. Out.
I promise to stay outside here,
not even to look at Gena
until I see her at the wedding,
but I have to talk to her,
it's very important, signora.
- Can you hear me, Gena?
- Yes, Bruno.
- Have you seen the sky today?
- I've been too busy.
I just saw the stars
in broad daylight.
Isn't that impossible?
Not if you're in love
as much as I'm in love with you.
[Gena] I love you, too.
What is it you wanted
to tell me?
How lucky I am to have met you.
[Church bell ringing]
[Conversation and laughter]
I've waited years
to say this, Bruno,
I'm going to say it now and
in no way do I mean to suggest
that I don't adore
your sisters and brothers,
but I must confess that
I see more of myself in you
than any of the others.
I always thought Edda
was your favorite.
Ah! Edda's a woman,
you're a man.
I think you're closer to me
in spirit and attitude.
Vittorio, he has my love
of journalism,
he's a natural writer
and thinker, but you,
you are a doer.
You're already a brilliant
flyer, born to the air.
I see you soon
breaking world records.
You have a magnificent,
triumphant life ahead of you.
I can think of no better advice
to give a young man
so like his father.
Don't follow in my steps.
One Mussolini in politics
is quite enough!
Tell me, piccola.
Can I still make love
like a young man?
Better.
You were thinking of Bruno,
weren't you?
Thinking of him making love
to his young bride.
Benito.
You don't have to compete
with him.
Or any other man.
You're the man I was born for.
No man will ever make me feel
the way you make me feel.
[Hum of conversation]
Your daughter, Excellency.
Hello, Papa.
- You finished your dinner?
- Mm-hm.
At least your agent
was that thoughtful.
I ordered him to be discreet.
Was he?
Quite.
He appeared at our table
and told me I was wanted
on the phone.
Most discreet.
Why did you insist
he bring me here?
How could you embarrass me
like that?
You know that particular
restaurant
is frequented
by important Party officials.
Embarrassed?
Why should you be embarrassed?
I want the name
of that officer you were with.
Is he to be banished by morning?
You disappoint me.
Deeply.
Well, you disappoint me, too.
For not trusting me.
[Door slams]
Bruno, I think I should make
this test flight with you today.
You're listed as watch officer.
How do you get out of that?
- Worth a try.
- No. Better you don't come.
Afraid I can fly it
better than you?
Ha!
We can't have two Mussolinis
in the same plane, can we?
[Crowd roars]
[Chanting] Duce! Duce! Duce!
[Crowd roars]
[Roar subsides]
Black Shirts of the revolution.
Italian men and women at home
and throughout the world,
hear me.
Italy at last
has her empire!
[Crowd roars]
[Sighs]
- Something's wrong.
- No.
They simply passed
behind the hill.
- You'll see them reappear...
- [Explosion]
A loss of power, sir.
He had to land.
You should know that the last
thing he said before he died
was, "Father, the field!"
[Crowd cheering]
[Benito] On this very day,
the title of Emperor of
Abyssinia has been assumed
by our king, Vittorio Emmanuel,
and will descend
to his successor.
- What is it, Major?
- Sir, Bruno Mussolini is dead.
He's been killed in a crash.
They called me
from the airfield at Pisa.
- [Benito] The Italian people...
- Who dares tell him?
- ..empire with their blood.
- I do, sir.
Raise up your banners,
stretch forth your arms,
lift up your hearts
and sing to the empire,
which appears in being
after 15 centuries
on the fateful hills of Rome.
Will you be worthy
of that empire?
[Cheering]
[Chanting] Duce! Duce! Duce!
Duce! Duce! Duce!
Duce! Duce! Duce!
- Excellency.
- Hm?
There's been a crash at Pisa.
Your son, Bruno, was the pilot.
Is he dead?
Yes, Duce.
Bruno, listen to me.
What happened, my son?
I see what happens.
I know what passes
through your heart, Bruno.
The engines are no good.
You try to land.
You're certain you will land.
But that little...
..farmhouse.
If only you can clear that...
..this won't happen.
I should be the one
comforting you.
Why him?
When they asked Caesar
what kind of death he would
prefer above all others,
he told them,
"One that is unexpected."
Bruno chose Caesar's way.
It's time to leave.
How can I leave him here?
He's all alone.
He's not alone, Benito.
He's with your mother
and father now.
Why can't I believe that?
[Crowd chanting] 'Duce!
Duce! Duce!'
[Chanting swells]