Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

[Patrizia] Maurizio.

[answering machine beeps]

I'm disgusted by the way your father treats you.

So, what do you want from me now?

What do you think of the macaroons?

[Maurizio] Grazie.

They bought Tiffany's in '84 and turned it around quick.

That's it. What are you doing?

And, of course, 50% of Gucci S.P.A.

[alarm beeping]

- Si, this is Aldo. Aldo Gucci. - Aldo.

- We are outside the church. - Paolo!

Will I get what I want?

- Put Alessandra in the car. - Paolo, what's wrong?

[thanking in Italian]

♪ But then why should we not ♪

They have to go.

Watch him. Watch him play.

[Domenico] The house in St. Moritz.

- You have ideas? - Boof.

Oh, my God. My wife...

It's only midnight, Cinderella.

♪ Heaven knows, heaven knows Heaven knows, heaven knows ♪

When did you last hug him?

I'll have to look at my diary.

Paolo, it's here.

Well, look at this place.

I'll leave you with nothing.

How do you know all this?

This is legacy.

I've never seen anything like it.

I don't have their Tuscan character.

My brother, he's a difficult man.

[soft instrumental music playing]

since it's no longer his primary residence.

Protected from who?

Do you think so?

♪ I feel love, I feel love I feel love, I feel love ♪

[cattle lowing]

[lighter clicks]

Come. Come here.

Maurizio noticed the priest lighting candles...

I'm tired of being held back.

let alone start a war with anyone.

[clock chiming]

- No, it's six. 600 million lire. - We said eight.

I couldn't say no. I needed the cash.

I see pole dancers flanking the runways.

Don't focus on the process, focus on the result.

You fit right in.

I am sick of your talking.

Because I have expensive taste, huh?

greater than that of a father for his son.

- Okay. Okay. - The tiny little mouse is a character.

My father's problem is that he's stuck in the past.

There's no cars there.

I'm sending a draft of your contract next week

♪ Time to pick my heart Up off the floor ♪

[sputters] Patrizia, that's not the point.

I love this place.

I know they have...

Yeah, well, I brought something for you.

He hates Gucci talk.

[man] Losses are likely to total $30 million this year on sales

He only talks about himself.

We could offer you an exclusive deal

[Paolo wheezing]

So good to see you.

- Ciao, Aldo. - Ciao!

Keep your fucking voice down.

What kind of car is it?

By carrying bags around for rich aristocrats.

just because you enjoy playing with trucks.

Don't be such a cretin.

[horn blaring incessantly]

That scarf is my signature.

Patrizia, please. Please.

These gatherings are becoming more and more

[reporters clamoring]

[answering machine beeps]

♪ Is it raining with you ♪

How the fuck is he gonna run Gucci?

Can I help you?

No browns, no pastels.

[both chuckling]

["Largo Al Factotum" playing]

[crowd cheering, applauding]

Yeah, Patrizia is just playing dress-up.

Maybe you should meet him.

Jewel-tone velvet.

[both chuckling]

This is your new office.

- This is... - Oh, wait.

Fuck a duck, it's over here.

What about our family business?

- And you have to provide us now with photographs. - [Patrizia] Uh-uh-uh.

That's what the brand requires.

[man] Maurizio!

[speaking Italian]

What if they dig deeper?

Yeah. When did you last touch him, huh?

I'm considering it.

[Paolo stutters] Well, no, no, no.

- Hey, Fernando. - Hey.

[indistinct conversations]

Six is all I will pay.

- Ciao, Franco. - Ciao, Franco.