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Alice (0:00)
Nah, not quite.
Bob (0:01)
What's up?
Charlie (0:02)
Sell my car in Carvana. It's just not quite the right time. Crazy coincidence. I just sold my car to Carvana.
Bob (0:08)
What?
Alice (0:08)
I told you about it two days ago.
Charlie (0:10)
When you know, you know.
Bob (0:12)
You know.
Charlie (0:12)
I'm even dropping it off at one of those sweet car vending machines and getting paid today.
Bob (0:17)
That's a good deal.
Charlie (0:18)
Oh, great deal. Come on. What's your heart saying? You're right.
Bob (0:21)
When you know, you know. Sold.
Charlie (0:23)
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Bob (0:32)
It's October 30th, 1922. A Monday. We're in the Eternal City, Rome. On the concourse of the main train station, an excitable crowd is gathered. It spills out into the street. They're dressed in assorted paramilitary garb, but to a man. And they're all men. They wear a black shirt. It's the symbol of their allegiance to a new party, a new cult. Fascism. Stiff right arms are raised into the crisp autumn air. The old Roman salute. They are here to hail their Caesar. At 10:55, a train pulls in the overnight sleeper from Milan. It should have been here at 9:30. Not even its VIP passenger could make this one run on time. It's been slowing at stations through the night, allowing the faithful to honor their hero. For here, flesh and blood is their savior, the man who will put Italy to rights. The carriage door opens and Benito Mussolini alights. A cry goes up, a chant. Duce. They yell. Duce. Duce. Duce. It will continue as il Duce is swept outside. It will swell as he walks at their head towards the royal palace. Today's arrival marks the culmination of an event called the March on Rome. From all corners of Italy, the Fascists have descended. There are 40,000 in the capital today, perhaps 100,000. Some will claim a million. But the result is the same. Through a flexing of their muscles, the Fascists have toppled the government and the panicked King summoned their boss. Il Duce is the only one now who can end the national crisis. Later, the two men appear together on the royal balcony to even more hysteria. Mussolini can't stand the King. He refers to him as a dwarf. But the dwarf has made the Godfather an offer he can't refuse. He is the new head of the Italy family, from the Neuser network. This is part two of the Mussolini story. And this is real dictatorship. Let's go back back to 1915. When we were last in the company of Mussolini, he was going off to fight in the First World War. Having campaigned for Italy's involvement, he's swift to volunteer. Ironically, at first he's rebuffed, told to wait. He has a history of political extremism, as well as being a jailbird. But in August 1915, his draft notice comes through. He is one of 1.2 million men rushed to the front. As a journalist of note, he's offered a desk job. He turns it down for the infantry. Aged 32, Mussolini is old for combat, but he rejoins his former unit, the 11th Regiment of Bersaglieri. Italy is a late entrant into the conflict. There were riots in the streets when it abandoned its stance of neutrality. Despite treaty obligations to Germany and Austria, Hungary, Italy has thrown in its lot with the Triple Entente, Britain, France and Russia. It was Mussolini, editor of Il Popolo newspaper, who had banged the war drums the loudest. This act of political heresy has seen him kicked out of his beloved Socialist Party. Professor John Foote.
