Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- And started a trade war. - No. I... No.
[Paolo] You're always brushing me off.
[Patrizia laughs]
There is someone.
Actually, be a little scared.
Yeah, near the foot of Mount Fuji.
- You shut your fucking mouth. - You shut your mouth.
Well, you know...
Maurizio and his father, no?
Maybe we can spend some time together.
[chuckling]
Who is that...
Please.
"and it is an American who has put Gucci far and away in the front of fashion."
I'm afraid I did not, sir.
Konichiwa, Mr. Gucci.
Fernando Reggiani.
This is what you want?
♪ Happy birthday to you ♪
- Ciao, Aldo. - Maurizio!
You know nothing about it?
I'll talk to you about it tomorrow, all right? I'm busy here.
Okay, I can try.
And that bitch of a wife promised to help me.
whatever happens between both of our companies,
[gavel pounds]
Come. Come.
[woman] It was a name that sounded so sweet,
Hey, try the carpaccio. It melts in your mouth.
I've spoken to everybody. Nobody wants to...
Who is hiding in there?
I'm scared to touch anything.
Everybody, this is Patrizia.
Maurizio...
[shouting] Tell me where he is?
[sobbing] Where is he right now?
It's a choice.
It looks like it's given up.
No, it's a terrible line, and I...
No.
No.
Six is all I'm willing to do.
Patrizia...
Well, that looks great on you.
- Excuse me. - Yes.
He's not the problem?
I'm like a rush of water.
What's this?
- Hey, Patrizia. - And this is Alessandra.
[laughing] Oh, Maurizio. Don't catch on fire.
[Domenico] You'll have to pay inheritance tax.
- No, no, no. - Come on!
Gucci world affairs coordinator.
[groans softly]
Gucci will pay for it.
Patrizia, look at me.
Well, I like my cousin too.
[beeps]
I'm tired of being held back.
I'm a grandfather?
Oh. A small wedding gift.
[Domenico] Could be as high as 14 billion lire.
Why?
Maurizio called from St. Moritz...
It has caressed the necks of all the world's beauties.
Of course.
And they're rich.
Gucci is a very black hole of undeclared income.
No, of course not. You're not interrupting.
What?
Oh, it's good to see you.
You have to be more specific.
[Patrizia] New York.
Hello, Pina.
and Versace is a rock concert,
Oh, really? Which store?
It took you fucking long enough.
Like Maurizio's mother.
and crazy.
power.
I am the copyright.
He worked for my father for ten years and he never questioned him.
You don't touch anybody.
Hello.
- Jenny. - ...with a pound of gelato cioccolato...
I love New York.
You have many qualities.
- [Aldo] Bye. - Thanks for having us, Uncle.
How can I think about my line
Your birthday, I would love that.
It is...
[Patrizia crying]
- Don't... - Don't...
It's chic.
[reporters clamoring]
except no.
Please.
I do not have a job, but I...
[Patrizia] Do you like my hair?
Okay.
I need an espresso
I'd rather not read my own obituary, no?
[Aldo] They're not fake, by the way.
Don't pin Gucci's problems on me, okay?
Don't let them take it.
[answering machine beeps]
♪ Happy birthday, dear Aldo ♪
To where?
♪ Well, I guess It would be nice ♪
[Patrizia] I don't think our guests mind.
- [Patrizia] Sit. - Oh, no.
- Right. - De-Lorette.
Well, enjoy yourself.
My grandfather Guccio was a bellhop in London.
Maybe.
But... there is a slight complication.
Gucci is my name too.
Well, don't be disappointed
[man 3 speaking Italian]
You may remember a film, The Ancestor?
- [Aldo] What do you want? - [Paolo] Because, I'm so sick of you ignoring me.
But he's my idiot.
Elizabeth Taylor.
[woman speaks in other lanugage]
Numbers.
He needs someone he can talk to,
- Can you dance salsa? - Of course I can.
is people who steal just for ego.
one count of failure to file a report of a foreign bank account,
[Maurizio] Well, this is true.
- Listen... - It's just...
I'm serious.
Huh?
Compromise her.
- Are you okay? - Si, si.
[upbeat music playing]
for your 50% stake in Gucci.
♪ Mucho mistrust Love's gone behind ♪
Where did you get that shoe?
Why didn't you tell me?
That is how you get out of a stall.
["Baby Can I Hold You" playing]
Maurizio, we need to build a bridge
The half that belongs to your uncle and your cousin.
Yeah. Where did you get 'em?
Antiques worth billions, cars, paintings.
[Patrizia laughing]
[music playing on headphones]
[man 3 laughs]
you're urgently needed in accounting.
Goodbye 1930s.
♪ Heaven knows ♪
who makes their fortune
I begged Maurizio to take me there for my 25th birthday.
Leave them with us.
The purchase of countless cars
You can't erase yourself from the family portrait...
[Paolo groans]
[Rodolfo chuckles]
Well, I can't speak for Maurizio.
It got too expensive.
Okay.
I don't hate you...
I met her at a party.
We have nothing more to say at this moment.
[woman singing opera]
I liked your Patrizia.
I'm glad it wasn't a boy.
Not a frog.
We'll give you half now...
Good night, Patrizia.