All language subtitles for House of Gucci (2021)-English

It was a name
that sounded so sweet,

so seductive.

Synonymous with wealth...

style...

power.

You passed one of their windows
and peeked inside,

hoping you'd earn enough
money someday

to afford
the second-cheapest item.

Surprise!

You won't.

But the last name
was a curse too.

It belonged to a Tuscan family.

They didn't fight
over land or crown.

Morning!

They fought over
their own skins.

Signor Gucci?

Hey! Back to work.
Come on.

Hey! Come on.

Perfect!
It's just like mine.

Fernando Reggiani.

Good girl.

- Hey, Fernando.
- Hey.

Your lunches are getting
expensive.

Because I have
expensive taste, huh?

Don't tell Ma.

She'll kill you.

You don't tell your mother.

Hello.

Max! Darling.

Tonight?

I think I'm free.

Do you like it? Yeah?

This is fun!

No, no.

Tanqueray martini
with a twist.

I don't work here.

Then why are you
behind the bar?

Is this part of your costume?

I, uh...

I didn't know it was
a costume party.

The...

The bartender...

Yeah, I...

I'll make you a drink.

Thank you.

Who invited you?

Bianca.

I don't know her.

Bianca Sarzana.

It's her party.

Oh.

Right. That Bianca.

I'm Patrizia.

Patrizia...

Maurizio Gucci.

It's a pleasure to meet you,
Patrizia.

It's a pleasure to meet you!

You too.

Patrizia, how come I've never
seen you before?

You weren't looking
hard enough.

I would have noticed
that Bianca

was friends
with Elizabeth Taylor.

I can assure you...

I'm way more fun.

It's good.

Wanna dance?

No.

That's good. Come on.

Is my dancing that bad?

No, no, no. No.

I have to go.

It's only midnight, Cinderella.

The night is young.

I turn into a frog at midnight.

It's nice to meet you,
Patrizia.

It's a pumpkin.

Not a frog.

Hello.

Hello.

I'm sorry, have we met?

Elizabeth Taylor.

- Patrizia Reggiani.
- Yes, of course. Patrizia Reggiani.

It's good to see you again.

You too.

Do you study here?

I'm considering it.

The problem is I hate reading.
I get bored.

Oh.

What are those about?

These are...

Well, these are
very exciting books

about the legislative process.

I'm studying to be a lawyer.

You seem too nice
to be a lawyer.

Well, there are
a few good ones.

The dead ones.

What were the chances of us
seeing each other again?

It's fate.

It was a really nice surprise.

Aren't you going
to ask me out?

You... You wanna
go on a date with me?

Of course, I would...

I want to see
how this story goes.

Yes...

That's my number.

I'm very busy,
but I'll make time for you...

Maurizio.

- Ciao.
- Ciao.

It's for you.

Hello?

So do you think you're gonna
pass the bar soon?

I think I have a...

Would you like to
go into this place?

Oh, no. I can't eat there.
It's too expensive.

Okay.

Okay, I can try.

Would you like to go in?

No? Okay.

Ah!

This is for you.

It looks so good.
Thank you.

That's all right.
Can I have a napkin?

Can I have a bite?

Mmm. So good. Here.

Mm.

Oh, that's very good.

Come on.

Okay.

- Sit.
- Oh, no.

Get up. What are you doing?
Are you okay?

I fell back.

Oh...

It's fine.

Father, I would like to introduce
you to Patrizia Reggiani.

Patrizia, this is my
father, Rodolfo.

Delighted to meet you.

I trust Adele has been
keeping you amused.

Picasso?

No. No, no. No, it's Klimt.

How silly of me.

Oh, no, no, no.

It's an easy mistake.
I've made worse myself.

Must be worth a fortune.

Yes.

But you know, to me, art,
like beauty, has no price.

I made a reservation for us
at the Gallia.

Perfect choice.

So Patrizia...

What...

What exactly
are your interests?

I'm a very social person.

Are you?

- A people pleaser.
- Oh.

And, do you study?

I work for
my father's business.

Ah.

And his business is?

Ground transportation.

Oh.

Maurizio said
you used to be an actor.

Yes, I was.

You may remember a film,
The Ancestor?

No, no, no. Of course.

You're too young.

But sometimes on the TV,

they play a movie
Tourist Train.

- Tourist Train sounds familiar.
- Yeah, well...

Maybe you noticed a dashing young
actor, Maurizio D'Ancora.

That would have been me.

I didn't know I was sitting
with a movie star.

Can I get an autograph?

Oh, no, no, no.

The only good thing that came
from my career was

meeting Maurizio's mother.

Now she,
she was a star.

I remember at her funeral...

during a moment of
silent remembrance,

Maurizio noticed the priest
lighting candles...

and he began to sing
"Happy Birthday."

He turned, maybe
the saddest moment of my life,

into something...

How do you say,
something sweet.

That's my son.

That is my dear boy.

- Grazie, Franco.
- Thank you, sir.

Ah, Maurizio.

I liked your Patrizia.

Charming.

Father, she really
liked you.

Tell me,
where did you meet her?

I met her at a party.

Party?

Yeah, Luca Sarzana's house.
At the Palazzo Serbelloni.

Yes, I know
where the Sarzanas live.

You know...

there is a certain sort of
young woman...

who makes their fortune

from getting their hooks
into someone like you.

Well, yes, Father,
but Patrizia is not like that.

Well, I had Franco
do a little investigation.

I think
she's after your money.

Like they all are.

The Reggianis...

are truck drivers.

Her father has
a very successful

transportation business.

It is...

It is an empire.

Oh! A truck driving empire.
How many?

- How many what?
- How many trucks?

Fifty? Five hundred?

What does he transport,
garbage? Huh?

Mafia!

Oh...

Listen, I've...

I give you everything.

I give you this house,
I give you money.

You have a life. You...

What is it you want?

What I want is to marry her.

Live with her. Fuck her.

Have a good time with her.
Do what you want.

Go away on holiday.
Go to Sardinia.

But, no, not marry.

No, don't walk away.

Okay, listen to yourself.

You're so bitter
and you don't even realize it.

Who cares
what her family name is,

or how many trucks
they have.

You hide here in the past

and you expect me
to hide here with you?

Not anymore!

These are your ghosts.

These are your ghosts,
not mine.

These are your regrets.

Don't do this to me.

You can't stop it.

I can, I will. I will...
I cut you from my will.

I'll leave you with nothing.

That's fine.

I love her.

You're making a big mistake.

Oh, she's fine,
but, you know,

she's a...
She's just a...

I love what she is.

Si?

Commendatore Reggiani,
my name is Maurizio Gucci.

- Patrizia!
- Uh-huh?

I have had a disagreement
with my father

that has forced me to leave my
home and my family business.

I am still in school.

I'm studying to be a lawyer,
so as of this moment

I do not have a job, but I...

But I'm in love
with your daughter.

And I would like to marry her.

Although,
now I have nothing to offer her.

I, uh...
I need a job.

Mom.

Mama.

Maurizio Gucci,

you're urgently needed
in accounting.

Maurizio!

Maurizio!

That was great.

The door! The door!

Papa?

Papa?

Hi, Papa.

Ciao, bella, ciao.

Maurizio...

What is this?

Where is this?

What is this?

What is this?

How about that.

Yes.

- Ah, Claudia.
- Good morning!

- Good morning, Mr. Aldo.
- Good morning.

- This way?
- That way.

Konichiwa, Mr. Gucci.

What's all this
Japanese bullshit?

I'm learning.

You know, they're our best
customers, so.

They're loyal,
they're quiet.

And they're rich.

One of your terrible ideas.

Here it is.

Gotemba.

Gotemba?

Yeah, near the foot
of Mount Fuji.

It's a mall.

Ninety minutes by bus
from Tokyo.

It will be built in the spring.

A window
into the Asian market.

- No, no, no.
- It's a stepping stone.

- No, no, no.
- Come on!

No, Aldo.
You and your profits.

Come on, things are fine
as they are.

Gucci doesn't belong in a
mall, it belongs in a museum.

Museum where
it'll make no profit.

What's this?

No.

Aldo, as long as
we are fifty-fifty,

that's how it stays.

No malls.

I see Maurizio got married.

Oh, God!

Some... Oh, she's...

I can't even say her name.

Well, sooner or later
you will have to.

- No, no, no.
- Yes.

No, Maurizio and I history.
History.

- No, come on.
- I don't...

You are old.

Maurizio is your only son.
He is your true legacy.

- You don't bring him back into the fold...
- Well, maybe...

I'm telling you...

you'll only wind up being
a bitter and lonely old man.

That's what happens
to all of us.

Time will tell. But...

Yeah. When did you
last touch him, huh?

When did you last hug him?

You don't touch anybody.

You used to touch
every once in a while,

now you, what,
touch yourself?

- You? You, teaching me?
- That's correct.

How's it going
with your boy? Hmm?

Well, your son is
a smart lawyer.

Mine is an idiot.

But he's my idiot.

And I know
how to deal with him.

But you need to deal
with your son.

- Ah...
- Yes.

It's my birthday on Sunday.

Yeah?

We'll all be there.

You should come.

I'll have to look at my diary.

- Hello.
- Hello.

Who is this?

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

I hope I'm not interrupting
anything important.

What could be more important

than a phone call
from my new uncle?

I am truly sorry for not being
able to come to your wedding.

It was... I couldn't help it.

Business beckoned.

Easy on that.

I understand, of course.
I know how busy you are.

We are celebrating my
birthday this weekend

at my villa.

And I think it would be

a perfect opportunity for you
to come and meet the family.

What do you think?

Your birthday,
I would love that.

How many candles is it?

Seventy.

They say it's the new
sixty-nine.

Well, I can't speak
for Maurizio.

He's right here.

No.

Please.

Ciao, Aldo.

Maurizio!

How is my little lawyer?

I'm fine. I'm fine.

What are you doing this Sunday?

I'll double check.

Come to my birthday party.

I'm only in town
for a couple of weeks.

Come on.

Let me discuss it
with Patrizia.

- Let's go! A little day trip.
- I don't...

You know, your father and I
aren't getting any younger.

These gatherings are becoming
more and more

of a rare occurrence,
you know.

Please.

Come on!

I'll be jumping out of a cake.

Come on.
Kick his teeth out.

Come on! Come on!

Earn your fucking lunch!

Kick his teeth out. Come on!

Go, go, go!

That's it. Go!

Maurizio! Come on!
We're missing a player.

- Oh. No, no, no.
- What no? Yes, yes. Come on.

We're missing a player.
Come on!

- Put it on. Take that jacket off.
- Okay.

You know it.

Paolo!

Watch him. Watch him play.

See that?

Oh, my God. Look at that.

Maurizio! Maurizio!

That's your husband!

Paolo!

Papa...

- ♪ Happy birthday to you ♪
- Oh, no.

♪ Happy birthday to you ♪

How do you act shy?

♪ Happy birthday, dear Aldo ♪

- Papa!
- "Papa." I love that.

♪ Happy birthday to you ♪

He's never in his life
called me Papa.

Patrizia, you should know...

that the Guccis

were noble saddle-makers
to medieval courts.

We have history flowing through
these green and red webbings.

And yes, we are expensive.

But quality is remembered
long after price is forgotten.

Huh?

Thoughts on Paolo's outfit,
Domenico?

You're the fashionista.

It's eccentric.

I designed this myself.

Well, you should reconsider
your wardrobe choices, Paolo.

You are Gucci,
you need to dress the part.

It's chic.

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

He refuses to take Gucci
into the next century.

- Yes, Gucci is doing fine under my watch.
- No!

- No, don't worry about it.
- Oh, no!

No. No.

It needs new ideas.

- New energy.
- Of course.

And I happen to be
bursting with creativity.

- Yes, yes.
- Yes, my bladder may be full...

but my dreams are even fuller.

I'm like a rush of water.

Somebody build a dam.

Please.

You're always
brushing me off.

I'm a designer.
I need to express myself.

- But why all this sudden moaning?
- I have a...

- What do you want?
- Because, I'm so sick of you ignoring me.

I am sick of your talking.

Sick of it.

You deliberately hurt
my feelings.

- Yes.
- No, no, no.

- Jenny! Jenny honey.
- No! That's what he wants.

- Don't. Sit down. Sit down! Sit down.
- You have succeeded.

I haven't had espresso.

- Bye.
- Thanks for having us, Uncle.

Ah! My nephew,
he has such great taste.

Oh. A small wedding gift.

Thank you.

Come to New York. Okay?

- Ciao, Aldo.
- Ciao!

Ciao.

Oh, it's good to see you.

I couldn't believe
you got into the car.

How did you do that?

It's all bullshit.

We're not royalty.

My grandfather Guccio was
a bellhop in London.

That's where he got the idea
for leather goods.

By carrying bags around
for rich aristocrats.

Gucci is like that cake.

What?

Once you think there's enough
to go around...

then you'll have a taste,
and then you'll want more...

and then you'll want
the whole thing for yourself.

What about you?

You just gonna sit around
and watch them eat everything?

Me? I am Gucci by name.

I don't have
their Tuscan character.

It was diluted by
my mother's German blood.

The only wedding gift
the Guccis gave us.

Coupons.

Feels like cash.

I doubt it.

It's not cash.

Fucking Concorde.

To where?

New York.

New York.

Ah, Patrizia.

We can't drive to New York,
we have to fly.

You wanna go to New York?

No.

Everybody likes New York.

I don't.

I wanna go to New York.

New York.

I love New York.

What are you doing?

New York.

Okay.

Okay.

Do you have
medical maladies, financial woes...

heartbreak?

I can help you with
everything and anything.

And it's very, very private.

Because Pina is discreet.

And very accurate.

You can come to me
with any worries.

There is no need to suffer.

Hello, who am I speaking to?

Patrizia.

How old are you, dear?

Twenty-five.

Twenty-five.

What is your question,
Patrizia?

Will I be successful?

You have to be more specific.

In what?
Career, marriage, what?

Will I get what I want?

That was not specific.

But I know what you want.
You want everything.

Well, don't be disappointed

if you don't hear
what you want to hear.

Okay.

What's your name?

My name is Pina.

Hello, Pina.

Tell me everything.

I see a great fortune...

coming your way.

How big?

- Sophia! Sophia!
- Sophia!

Maybe, I'm not sure.

Yes, we have something.
I can show you.

Mademoiselle.

All due respect,

these heels are
not right for you.

Hello, Uncle.

No!

What are you doing? Patrizia.

Oh, my!

My gorgeous niece. Patrizia.

I was just in the neighborhood.

- Yes? In the neighborhood?
- I was hoping I'd see you.

Maurizio is
a very smart young man.

So how are things
with his father?

Not bad, not good.

Yeah.

My brother,
he's a difficult man.

But it's time for them
to reconcile.

Maurizio and his father, no?

Si.

Maurizio wants to be
part of the family.

I can see it in his eyes.

But?

But, he needs your help.

Yeah.

Well, how do I help?

Maybe we can
spend some time together.

Yeah, why not?

Darling Uncle.

Mmm.

Maurizio is...

He's proud.

We all are, darling.

We all are.

I love it.

Ah!

My dear, you smell that?
Smell that!

This is legacy.

These gorgeous beasts.

Do you know
that these gorgeous beasts

are the direct descendants

of the ones Guccio bought
way back when?

They deserve our respect.

They deserve our gratitude.

They are Val di Chiana cows.

Yes, yes. Hello.

I wanna introduce you
to my nephew Maurizio

and his beautiful new bride,
Patrizia.

- Here, touch.
- Wow, this is soft.

Smell it too.
It's really great.

Let me see this new one.

♪ Happy birthday to you ♪

♪ Happy birthday, dear Aldo ♪

♪ Happy birthday to you ♪

- Bravo, bravo.
- Bravo.

I am ready! I think
I blow 'em out, right?

Come on! Help me
blow these out, please.

I like this place.

I love this place.

Am I boring you?

- No. No.
- No, no. We love it.

My word!

Because I can't talk to my son
Paolo about any of this.

He hates Gucci talk.

He only talks about himself.

But as you know,
he's a strange bird.

My son is a strange bird.

He's definitely unique.

Useless. Sadly.

Maurizio!

- Yes?
- How are you?

I'm good.

You had a good day today?

It was good. I mean,
I showed you everything

I could show you
in one sitting.

Yes. Thank you
very much, Uncle.

- I'm glad.
- It's beautiful here.

I say this because Patrizia

has told me that
you may be interested...

in learning about
our business...

whatever.

Rodolfo lost a son.

Maybe I gain one. Right?

See that.

Family is important, Maurizio.

You can't erase yourself
from the family portrait...

just because you enjoy
playing with trucks.

This is the happiest
I've been in my life.

Why change that?

You...

You're so much more than this.

You can help the family.

Strong family makes
a strong business.

I'm pregnant.

You're gonna be a father.

You're what?

I'm pregnant.

Will you help me with...

Oh, oh!

Not my camera.

- Not the camera.
- No. No. No.

Not the suit.

Come here.

Ooh!

Oh, Maurizio.
Don't catch on fire.

Do you like it?

That is very beautiful.

Is that on sale?

Sale.

Patrizia!

- Ciao, Aldo.
- Maurizio!

- Ciao, Aldo.
- Oh!

My youth serum.
That's what you are.

How did you sleep?

Like babies.

The suite is unreal.
Thank you.

Wonderful. Wonderful.

- You look good.
- Thank you.

But you...

Well, that looks great on you.

- Gucci.
- Gucci?

Looks that good!

We're so surprised.

Yeah, Patrizia is just
playing dress-up.

Yeah. Well,
here's a little secret.

Don't tell anybody. See?

Come here, Patrizia.

I got something
I want to show you.

Sorry, Mauri,
don't take it personally.

Anything you see is yours.

You want it,
you see it, it's yours.

- Family discount.
- Mr. Gucci!

Yes!

Excuse me.

Hi! How are you?

So what do you think?

What could you do, Maurizio?

Ah, yes.

- Grazie.
- Grazie.

Gucci world affairs
coordinator.

What?

What does that even mean?

I don't know.
It means something.

You'll be my eyes and ears
when I'm away.

You'll represent the company.

With foreign buyers
or anybody else.

'Cause with your knowledge
of the law,

your language skills...

You fit right in.

Thank you. We're flattered
and we're grateful.

I'm glad.
I know you are.

Yes?

Yes?

What are you thinking?

I'm thinking. I'm thinking,
I'm thinking...

and thinking and thinking.

I'm thinking, I'll certainly
think about it.

Here's to you. And to New York.

- Franco.
- Morning, sir.

Just in time.

Here. Help me.

Yes, of course.

Boof.

Hello, Uncle.

My favorite uncle.

Hello.

Wow.

So svelte.

Your cheek bones
could cut a diamond.

Oh, please. To what do I owe
this unexpected pleasure?

Well, I came
first and foremost...

to say... Well...

Hmm?

Hello.

Well, hello!

Uh, was there anything else?

Maurizio and my father
have been spending

a lot of time together
in New York.

And I thought...

maybe you and I
could do the same.

Why would I...

Well, to discuss...

To discuss what?

My ideas.

- You have ideas?
- Boof.

Does an elephant
shit in the jungle?

I was born with a gift.

I am an artist.

My father,
he just won't see it.

But...

These are yours?

How come the family doesn't
know you have a gift?

Domenico, did you know
Paolo had a gift?

I'm afraid I did not, sir.

Well, we both know
he's blind in one eye

and deaf in the other. So.

- This is...
- Oh, wait.

Let me show you.

These were inspired
by my trip to Cuba.

I call this collection...

"Havana Libre."

Lots of pastels.

Rum inspired, sun-soaked
and lots of browns.

You have pastels
and brown together.

Yes, yes, yes.

I know, it's musical.

Paolo.

Yeah.

You must not show these
to anyone.

Keep them hidden.

I mean it.

You feel they might steal
my ideas, right?

Oh, call me a lawyer.

Not you.

Over the years, I have found...

that true talent is often
unaware of its own brilliance.

It must be cherished
and protected.

Whereas hacks,
they run around...

shouting their
delicious ideas,

begging to be recognized.

Blind...

to their own...

mediocrity.

My dear nephew,
you have achieved

a triumph of mediocrity.

And you have also achieved
the unimaginable.

You have found one thing...

upon which your father and I
can agree.

Your total incompetence.

Oh, no.

Forgive me.

But I...

I have to take a meeting.

You designed this scarf,
correct?

Oh, yes.

That scarf is my signature.

It has caressed the necks
of all the world's beauties.

Jackie O, Grace, Sofia.

Study it closely.

No browns, no pastels.

- Come.
- Yes.

I don't need anyone.

I'm Paolo.

Paolo Gucci.

And I am going to start...

my own line.

Mr. Gucci.

- Are you okay?
- Si, si.

Grazie.

My father is ill.

- Ciao, Franco.
- Ciao, Franco.

Maurizio.

Excuse me. Excuse me.

What is this?

I'm a grandfather?

Her name is Alessandra.

Like Maurizio's mother.

Whose idea was that?

Mine.

Well...

Alessandra.

Here. Come here.

Come, come, come.

My boy.

You take care of Gucci now.
Hmm?

I'm glad it wasn't a boy.

We need more women
in this family.

There is no love on Earth

greater than that of a father
for his son.

With a few exceptions.

Thank you for coming, Uncle.

Come to New York.
Join the family.

Make him proud.

I'll think about it.

Yeah.

The house in St. Moritz.

Two beach houses,
one in Nassau,

the other in Taormina.

Twenty-three horses.

Penthouse apartment
in Galleria Passarella...

the only one in all of Milan
with a swimming pool.

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

But... there is
a slight complication.

He, Rodolfo, he never signed
the share certificate.

Okay, what does that mean?

You'll have
to pay inheritance tax.

Oh, that's fine.

How much are we talking?

Could be as high
as 14 billion lire.

- 14 billion?
- Yeah.

I can't afford that.

Well, you could
sell your shares.

To who?

- I can think of a few qualified individuals.
- Thank you.

Leave them with us.

We'll review them
as soon as we're done mourning.

Of course.

Who does he think he is?

Suggesting you sell
your shares.

Madness.

Fourteen billion is totally
unreasonable.

And just because your father
forgot to sign it.

Ten of spades
represents theft or loss.

Someone wants what is yours.

Don't let them take it.

And don't trust anybody.

Because I see
an abuse of trust.

An attempt to deceive you in
your own house. You understand?

Yes, Pina.

Always have something red
on you for protection.

And wear more green.
Green is for cleansing.

Green doesn't go
with my lipstick.

Change your lipstick.

You're already so beautiful.

Or wear green underwear.

Maybe it's time for you
to take back.

Don't let these forces
around you dictate who you are.

You're strong.
You're magnificent.

And...

Hmm, look at this.

There's a great love
in your life.

Together, you can conquer
the world.

Patrizia, look at me.

You will be the queen.
You.

Hi!

What a beauty.

What a beauty.

So good to see you.

Come. Come.

Much to show you.

This is your new office.

Wow.

I'm across the hall.

If you need me.

Okay.

Look. Enjoy.

- Thank you.
- Ciao, Aldo.

Ciao.

I got pane fresco.

If you didn't eat breakfast,
your father's gonna be very upset with you.

Ira?

Yes?

Ira, is this yours?

Yes.

Birthday gift.
From my husband.

It's a Gucci.

Just like yours.

Which Gucci store did he go to?

Who is
making this stuff?

Who's allowing this to happen?

As far as fakes go,
they're pretty good.

I mean, I'd buy them.

Don't be such a cretin.

Don't call me
a cretin, sweetie.

That's not what I said.
I asked you not to be one.

This is serious
and you're laughing it off.

At least it's my name
on the mugs, not yours.

Our name, sweetie.

On junk!

They're not fake,
by the way.

They're replicas.

I was just very,
very surprised.

Well, you know what else
would surprise you?

How profitable this stuff is.

What about quality?

Your sacred cows?

Quality is for the rich.

If a Long Island housewife
wants to...

live with the illusion that
she is a Gucci customer...

why not? Let her.

Because it damages
Gucci's credibility.

Patrizia, this is us.

This is not a girl's game.

Yeah, but, Aldo,
she's right.

This stuff is junk.

It's not what Gucci is.

Gucci...

is what I say it is.

I turned it into an empire.

Not Rodolfo.

Certainly not my son.

And, uh...

of course, not you, so...

Without me...

you'd all still be
shoveling cow shit in Tuscany.

That's a fact.

Remember that.

We should remember that.

Brava!

Bravo! Bravo!

A martini, please.

Yes, sir.

Did you like the show?

Oh, it was incredible.

The... The...
The lines and tones.

Well, what's your name?

My name?

Maurizio.

Maurizio what?

Maurizio Gucci.

Maurizio Gucci.
How about that? Gucci.

You know, I used to
dress windows for Gucci.

Oh, really? Which store?

I can't remember. It was...

It was God-awful though.

Walter, by the way.

I'm a designer.

Okay, Walter.

Well, maybe you will design
for me someday.

No. No designer here's gonna
work for Gucci.

Right now, Gucci...

Gucci's just a cheap operetta.

- Grazia.
- Salud.

Well, enjoy yourself.

Do you want to be left
in the dust?

You want to keep selling
coffee mugs in airports?

Is that your legacy?

It's time to
take out the trash.

Aldo and Paolo, they're poison.

They're an embarrassment
to this company...

and everybody knows it.

They have to go.

And you need to get your
fucking business organized.

Patrizia...

they're my family.

So am I.

He's starting a trade war.

Paolo barely has enough
to bankroll a pair of socks,

let alone start a war
with anyone.

I don't want to see it.

Yes, but he could
still be a problem.

Aldo has awarded him a number
of shares in the company.

Yes, but Aldo didn't realize
what an idiot

Paolo turned out to be.

Maurizio, we need
to build a bridge

with Paolo and work things out.

You know how emotional he gets.

He's around all this
male energy all the time.

His wife isn't exactly
the brightest.

He needs someone
he can talk to,

who he trusts,
who listens to him.

Someone like who?

Paolo likes me.

You do have
a natural advantage.

You are not a Gucci.

I...

I need an espresso.

Can I ask you a question?

You just did.

Huh?

You just asked me a question.

And what you really
want to know is

whether you can ask me
two questions,

one of which
you've already asked.

That's good.
Domenico, very funny.

Okay, here is
my second question.

What do you see as being
your purpose at Gucci?

Is this a job interview?

Maybe.

I'm a conservationist.

Gucci is a rare animal.
It must be protected.

Protected from who?

From whoever threatens it.

I find it very interesting that

you have such
a strong connection

to that which is not yours.

Uh...

Sometimes it takes an outsider
to see the truth.

Bravo.

Paolo, this one reminds me
of childhood.

Yeah, well, it's a memory
wrapped in lycra.

It's just so you.
It's exquisite.

Do you think so?

You have a gift,
I'm telling you.

Oh, well, stop.

Stop, you're going
to make me...

you're going to make me cry.

Nobody has ever
said that to me. Nobody.

Paolo, why don't you have
your own line?

These are just mock-ups.

I can't afford to get serious.

With your gift,
and your talent,

and your vision...

Are you kidding?

Gucci needs new blood.

Goodbye 1930s.

Hello, '80s. Huh?

Oh, you took the words
right out of my guts.

Paolo Gucci is coming.

Come on.

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

Leaving you behind
to groom Maurizio.

It's not right.

Who does he think he is?

Well, a dinosaur posing
as a butthole.

You were a comedian
in a past life.

Maurizio likes you.

- Ah...
- He always has.

Well, I like my cousin too.

He's quiet like a...
like a little mouse.

Uh, tiny little mousy.

Doesn't scream like the others.

No, he doesn't. And you
and Maurizio together...

That would be amazing.

- That's a new chapter for Gucci.
- No, no, no.

My father,
he would never allow it.

He's got my little peaches
in a very tight grip.

Paolo...

maybe it's time...

to respectfully...

leave him behind.

You are justified.

I do have...

something on my father.

Can you keep a secret?

Cross your heart
and hope to die.

Father, Son,
and House of Gucci.

Okay.

Okay.

Well, you know...

You don't
have to tell me.

- Listen...
- It's just...

I can come back any time.
We can talk about your designs.

But what would I get
out of this?

We could offer you
an exclusive deal

to distribute your own line
under Gucci.

I should talk to Maurizio.

You talked to him?

When?

Today.

He showed me his designs.

Why didn't you tell me?

I'm telling you now,
aren't I?

Patrizia,
that's not the point.

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

I told him...

we'd distribute
his clothing line

under Gucci
and he committed to a deal.

Maurizio, those designs
won't see the light of day.

We need Paolo on our side.

What game are you playing?

I'm looking out
for our best interests.

Is that a game?

Mau, Mau!

Thank you for coming.

You thought I lost my touch.

No, not yet.

Ciao, Paolo.

You sounded urgent,
so I came right away.

Very well.

I got these from three
of his ex "secretaries."

He's not exactly
a favorite among the ex's.

In fact,
they all hate his guts.

Gucci is a very black hole
of undeclared income.

Paolo, this is fraud...

on a global scale.

In Italy taxes are okay,
but in America...

it is very different.

We should keep this
to ourselves.

But we can use it...

as leverage
to persuade him a bit.

And with you...

on my side...

we have the majority we need

for you to become your own man.

And he won't get into
any real trouble, right?

No. At this point...

worst case scenario,
he pays his taxes.

They slap his wrists.

Happens all the time.

But more importantly,
he would see you.

He would see you.

I could finally soar...

like a pigeon.

I'm tired of being
held back.

Father, I'm tired
of being held back.

I'm serious.

I'm serious.

I'm tired of being held back.

I want freedom.

I'm serious.

No, I'm serious.

Hello?

Hello?

- Yeah. The...
- Hello, can you hear me?

No, it's a terrible line,
and I...

Can you hear me now?

- I can call you back.
- No, no. It's midnight.

It's late here. Just tell me
what's on your mind.

What happened?

I, uh...

I want my freedom.

I'm tired of being held back.

I'm serious.

Freedom?

Uh... Paolo,
please just wait till tomorrow.

I'll talk to you about it
tomorrow, all right? I'm busy here.

I have your tax filings.

Taxes? What are
you talking about?

- That's it, Paolo.
- I don't want to expose you, Father.

I'll talk to you tomorrow.
Go to bed.

- You need to go to bed, Paolo. All right?
- I, uh...

Hi, Adriana. How are you?

Hi.

Al.

What?

What?

Criminal tax evasion
sounds pretty serious.

What if they dig deeper?

What if they find
even more dirt?

My father, he's 70.

He's no spring chicken.

We were just supposed
to spook him.

Do you think he'll know
it was us?

Paolo, no, no, no.
He'll be fine.

I'm sending a draft
of your contract next week

and we'll go into production
on your line soon after.

My line?

How can I think about my line

when my father could be
dropping the soap?

Paolo, isn't this
what you wanted?

Paolo...

how could you do this to me?

Mr. Aldo Gucci.

This court finds you guilty

of five counts of failure
to file accurate tax returns,

one count of failure to file a
report of a foreign bank account,

and two counts of bank fraud.

I hereby sentence you
to a year and a day

in a state penitentiary.

Court will stand adjourned.

Good evening.
Are you Paolo Gucci?

The one and only.

Another parking ticket?

"Cease and desist"?

Well, you've broken certain exclusive
rights granted to the copyright holder

such as the right to reproduce, distribute,
display or perform a protected work.

Copyright holder?

I am the copyright.

I am sorry.

- Do something.
- But it's Gucci S.P.A.

Oh.

Please, the show is over.
Thank you.

Towards the exit, please.

We have to go,
please, everyone.

Get down from the catwalk.
Keep moving, please.

The show is over.

Towards the exit.

Paolo.

Why?

Why?

Why did you do it?

- Do what?
- What happened?

Don't even look at me,
you lying sack of potatoes.

- Shut your fucking mouth.
- Paolo.

- We are outside the church.
- Paolo!

- You shut your fucking mouth.
- You shut your mouth.

Think about Alessandra.

Get her in the car.

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

You...

- And you!
- Okay. Okay!

You ripped my heart out,
let it die in the street.

Oh, my God. My wife...

My wife had to sing
till her voice was hoarse...

while we figured out
what the fuck was going on.

Why did you report me
for copyright breach?

Gucci is my name too.

You abused the Gucci name.

No, no.

- And started a trade war.
- No. I... No.

I didn't. I swear I didn't,
okay?

It's my name.
It's not even your real name, okay?

Mau...

Mau, it's me, Paolo.

How could you?

But we're a family. Huh?

What about our family business?

You're right.

- You're right.
- No.

We are a family business.

You're right and I don't
want to hurt you.

I want to do right by you.

But, Paolo, we have
a proposition for you.

It's the only way.

Sorry.

We want to buy
your shares of Gucci.

You got some courage,
you know that?

And she has bigger
mangoes than you.

You're a character,
you know that?

My quiet lawyer cousin.

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

- Hey, watch out.
- Who knew?

Paolo, we both know
it's for the best.

Boof.

Never confuse shit
with cioccolato.

They may look the same...

but the taste?

Very different.

Trust me, I know.

I'd rather see Gucci burn than to
hand it over to you two bastards.

Ciao.

Come on, let's go.

Paolo...

Let's go, Maurizio. Come on.

How do you know all this?

Maurizio, could you...

There's the police.

The police are here?

Yeah. Financial police.

- Go.
- Go upstairs.

- Gather with me.
- Check everywhere.

Come on.

Please. In there.

- Can I help you?
- No.

Signore!

Can I help you?

Of course, madam.

Patrizia Gucci.

Alberto de Renzi.
Man in charge of the operation.

No, thank you.
We don't drink.

- Johnnie Walker? Splash of water?
- Neither, thank you.

Passport please.

And open your visor.

Thank you.

Thank you, Roberto.

You're not listening to me.

I'm here to help you.

Thank you, Signora Gucci.

We just need to perform
a few more analyses.

Please,
let me help you.

I'm very resourceful.
Let's discuss.

We have nothing more
to say at this moment.

Thank you. Thank you.

Thank you.

Patrizia, please. Please.

- Goodbye, Signora Gucci.
- Domenico, please.

It took you
fucking long enough.

Maurizio called
from St. Moritz...

and he said you can join him
there whenever you want.

They took
my daughter's shoes.

What's this about
a forged signature?

Eh?

What forged signature?

You know nothing about it?

Get them out.

- Yeah.
- Yeah.

Paolo.

Paolo.

Must be Paolo.

Yeah. I told you
he was fucking trouble.

Idiot.

Maurizio?

Paola.

- I knew it was you.
- Oh, wow!

Paola.

You look exactly the same.

So do you.

Until then,
you're coming with us.

- I am not going.
- Because you said you were.

No. I always wanted to come.

You said you would.

Maurizio, Maurizio!

Hey...

Hope
I'm not interrupting.

No, of course not.
You're not interrupting.

I see you've put up the tree.

Yes. Yes.

Everybody, this is Patrizia.

- Hey, Patrizia.
- And this is Alessandra.

- Hello.
- Franco and Gianni, you know, of course.

This is my friend Paola...

and these are
all of her slaves.

Alessandra.

Oh, sorry.

What do you think
of the macaroons?

This hazelnut one
is to die for.

Yeah. Where did you get 'em?

There is this charming little place
by Notre-Dame-de-Lorette in Paris.

"De-Lorette."
Notre-Dame-de-Lorette.

- Right.
- De-Lorette.

Maurizio and I stayed there
five years ago.

We had the most amazing time.

I begged Maurizio to take me
there for my 25th birthday.

And of course, he obliged.

As soon as we landed,
we went to the Jules Verne restaurant...

in the Eiffel Tower.

It's at the top.

No, no, no.
It's on the second floor.

It was magnificent.

Later we went to the Louvre.

I'd always dreamt
of seeing the Louvre.

We arranged for a private tour.
Thank God.

Imagine all those crowds.
I couldn't do it.

They just want to know where
you got the macaroons, sweetie.

I'm telling them.

Yeah, you're filling the story
full of unnecessary details.

I don't think
our guests mind.

They wouldn't say if they did.

You're an unnecessary detail.

What I am trying
to tell you is...

De Sole is the only person who
saw the unsigned certificates.

He worked for my father for ten
years and he never questioned him.

I trust him.

He's not the problem.

I heard the way you spoke
to me at lunch.

He's not the problem?

I was tired.

Next time, don't embarrass
me in front of those people.

Those people
are friends of mine.

I've known most of them
longer than you.

He is the problem. Say it!

Patrizia, I was tired.
I'm tired.

Then wake yourself up
and say it.

Okay.

When you make me
sneak around my own family.

When you set father and son
against each other...

and me against Paolo.

When you second-guess a person
like Domenico De Sole...

the only person
my father trusted.

These things have an effect on the
environment I operate in. On me.

Actions have consequences.

I did that for you.
I was being constructive.

I'm not gonna apologize
for that. No thanks.

My uncle is in prison and
my cousin thinks I'm scum.

And you think
that's constructive?

Don't pin Gucci's problems
on me, okay?

I'm just here mopping up
your fucking mess.

I never asked for your help.

Maurizio...

we're only stronger together.

The only thing
I need from you...

is to stay away from Gucci
before you cause any more damage.

I can handle it by myself.

Is that clear?

Truthfully, I'm only
getting involved...

because you are an
incompetent, little baby idiot.

You're a fucking
weak little brat.

You really are only
one half of Gucci.

The shit half.

And you want a real man?

Here.

Maybe you'll grow a little.

Red, green, red, green. Red.

- Green.
- Red.

- Green.
- Very good, Alessandra.

- Green, red.
- Green.

- Green, red.
- Green.

- I think that's it.
- Green.

Red, green,
red, green, red, blue.

Red, green. Red, green.

Red, blue.

Red, green, red,
green, red, blue. Yellow. Okay.

- Red. Green. Red. Green. Red.
- Red. Green. Red. Green.

- Blue. Yellow.
- Blue. Yellow.

- You're very...
- The winner.

The winner gets a present.

For Alessandra.

Thank you, Mommy.

We'll play later.

Who is that?

Turn it around.

Who is that...

Who is hiding in there?

I love you.

I love you.

Merry Christmas.

Do you like him?

For Daddy, from me.

You can change the strap
if you don't like that color.

Oh, no. It's fine.

Okay.

Thank you.

For Mommy, from Daddy.

Mmm...

I never know what to get you.

I'm sure it's perfect.

A Bloomingdale's gift card.

Yeah, now you can
get what you want.

You know I never shop there.

Well, there is a first time
for everything.

- Paola, darling.
- Oh.

Love the all-white outfit.

So chic.

I made some strudel
for you and M.

It's the only thing
I know how to make.

I'm on a diet, but I'm sure
Maurizio will love your strudel.

Oh.

Would you like a cigarette?

No.

You ever steal anything, Paola?

What?

Forgive me.

I am trying to teach
Alessandra...

the importance of not touching
other people's belongings.

I don't consider myself a
particularly ethical person...

but I am fair.

What I cannot
wrap my head around...

is people who steal
just for ego.

Or the pleasure of it.

For personal satisfaction.

I'll have my maid
drop off the strudel.

Good to see you.

Do you like my hair?

Maurizio,
do you like my hair?

Oh, yes, very nice.

Very chic.

I was thinking, tomorrow...

Franco is coming
tomorrow at noon.

Why?

To take you both
back to Milan.

Can we at least
talk about it?

I'll find the right words to say
what I want to say when I'm ready.

You really, really hurt me.

Paolo won't do it.

He's too scared
of his father.

He's drowning in debt.

But we can't buy him out.

We need a cash partner,
Maurizio.

Who do you suggest?

Investcorp.

It's owned by Nemir Kirdar.
He's an Iraqi powerhouse.

They like high-end
retail investments.

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

Maurizio.

Plant the seed with him.
I'll be back soon.

Something's different.

Maurizio's changed.

He's excessive...

and crazy.

And that woman...

Don't be scared.

He's nothing without you.
Hmm?

Men have an awful problem with thinking
they are smarter than they actually are.

You mustn't let this
negative energy eat you up.

Huh?

Remember...

you are unstoppable, Patrizia.

Say it.

I'm unstoppable.

I'm unstoppable.

I am only 50% of Gucci.

I'm here representing
my own interests.

I want someone to bring Gucci to
the forefront of today's fashion.

I want a partner who can buy
out the other half of Gucci...

that's giving me a headache.

The half that's preventing
Gucci from being great.

The half that belongs to
your uncle and your cousin.

Investcorp has had great
success with Tiffany.

It is...
It is a resurrection.

True. But Tiffany isn't Gucci.

Gucci is a family business.

That means family problems.

Yeah, well, I brought
something for you.

Burgundy.

Size ten U.S. wide, right?

This model is part
of the permanent collection...

at the Metropolitan Museum
in New York.

You can't buy it anywhere.

And now it is yours.

Yes, I...

Well, I...

Well, when then?

I've got to wash.

If you could smell between my
groins, you'd understand.

Si.

No, not...

Paolo.

Come on.

Uh...

I think it's, uh...

No, I know.

- I know, it's...
- You know what?

There's no cars there.

Well, no, no, no.

It's over there.

It's over here.
It's here, I know.

Fuck a duck, it's over here.

What kind of car is it?

Fiat 600.

- Fiat.
- Ah...

Fiat 600.

Paolo, it's here.

Boof.

Here. Right here.

Boof.

Well...

I didn't know you would
end up in prison.

- What?
- I hate myself for it.

Don't, please.

What did you do here?
What is this?

Well, I have been
a bit stressed.

No, it is...

- We have to clean this.
- Well, my life has been hard. Really hard.

- I haven't shit in a week.
- No, it's filthy!

And that bitch of a wife
promised to help me.

He shook my hand while
she knifed me in the back.

- Oh, Paolo.
- I've been drowning in legal fees.

It's been
really, really bad.

- I know.
- I couldn't even make love.

Jenny left. And after that,
I was in bed...

- Jenny.
- ...with a pound of gelato cioccolato...

and very dark thoughts.

I am back. I am back.

We will start
where we left off.

Okay?

I also glad
to have you back.

Well, it's good
to be back too.

Well, look at this place.

It looks like it's given up.

What?

- Well...
- What?

What's that?

A really good deal.

What deal?

I met with their lawyers too.

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

I mean look at this dump.

I don't even have basic cable.

No.

I sold my shares
of Gucci to them!

No!

No!

No! No!

I know. I'm done.

- No. No. No.
- No, I'm done. I'm dead.

- I'm dead.
- No.

I'm dead!

Dead!

Come. Come here.

You're...

an idiot.

But you're my...
you're my idiot.

Maurizio, these must've
cost you a fortune.

Art has no price.

I'm scared to touch anything.

Oh, don't be scared.

Actually, be a little scared.

That... That couch costs more than
most people's apartment in Monte Carlo.

Ooh.

- I'll try not to make a mess of it.
- No, no, no.

Please, please.
Make a mess.

Gucci will pay for it.

For the first time in my life,
I can do whatever I want.

I like this song.

Take me back to Ipanema.

I've never been.
I've always wanted to go.

Let's go.

Right now.

Ooh.

- Can you dance salsa?
- Of course I can.

I can't.

This could be a big mistake.

It's not a mistake.

It's a choice.

You can do what you want now.

Tell me where he is.

Just tell me
where he is, Pina.

I couldn't see.

You're fucking lying to me!

Where the fuck is he?

Tell me where he is?

- Where is he?
- I'm afraid he couldn't come.

What do you mean
he couldn't come?

He had a business in Paris.

- He's lying and so are you.
- Maurizio is very busy, Patrizia.

He didn't even have the decency to
come to his daughter's last recital.

What kind of a father is he?

There will be
a new arrangement.

And why did he send you, huh?

Hey, Domenico,
why did he send you?

What, you're his
little fucking messenger?

He didn't have
the decency to come here.

He's too much of a coward
to do it himself?

I have the papers right here.

Papers?

Ah, papers!
I'm not signing any papers.

You can tell him to come here and talk
to me like a fucking normal human being.

Maurizio said you and Alessandra can
continue to live in the penthouse

since it's no longer
his primary residence.

He's happy to extend payments until
you're able to stand on your own two feet.

- What are you talking about?
- Please.

What are you saying?
What are you saying to me?

Huh?

- These are words, Domenico.
- Support for Alessandra.

- I'm not talking to you.
- Shared custody.

You come to my daughter's school.
What the fuck is wrong with you?

Shared custody. He wants...

He wants to make this as easy
as possible for both of you.

Shared custody?

Are we talking about divorce?

Is that what we're doing here?

Where is he right now?

Where is he right now?

I'm not at liberty to say.

Look in my eyes.

Do you see anything
in these eyes

that would let you think that I would
ever let anyone ruin my daughter's life?

Compromise her.

Do you?

Do you see that?

You know that won't happen.

I will relay the message.

Get the fuck out of here.

Yeah.

For your review, Mr. Gucci.

We hope you'll find
this offer appealing.

Well...

I'd rather not read
my own obituary, no?

Maestro, I can assure you

there's no greater admirer
of Gucci than myself.

Oh, God.

To be able to finally sit down
with a member of the dynasty.

It's something
we will cherish forever.

And truly...

I understand
how difficult this is.

Please don't patronize me.

Please.

Those words
are not comforting to me.

They make me feel offended
in a way, I must say.

Mr. Gucci,

I have a plane
that leaves in one hour.

If there is a problem
with the offer...

Said and Omar,
they're at your disposal.

No, no, no.

We are very
grateful for your offer...

except no.

Right, Papa?

That shoe you showed me
before...

take a look inside your shoe
and see at the heel.

There's something
you should see.

I remember ordering
a pair of those...

for Clark Gable.

1953.

Right before
he did the film Mogambo.

This is the rarest of shoes.

You see that? You see that?

It's a gold leaf.

You know...

I had to stop doing that.

It got too expensive.

So.

Where did you get that shoe?

Where?

There's no way you bought
that shoe in London.

Who gave it to you?

Would you know?

My, he doesn't wanna answer.

Well, that's the least...

This meeting is over.

I broke up the meeting.

Where is he going?

I'm very sorry.

I had no choice.

Aldo.

Did you know this?

No.

No!

Maurizio.

You fucking traitor.

This is what you want?

Congratulations.

You are now the majority
shareholder...

of Gucci.

You must feel wonderful.

Boof.

You need to relax.

Relax. Relax.

You floating.
You floating like in the air.

Floating. Floating.

From there to there.
Go left to right.

Ms. Wintour, walk into any one
of Gucci's 144 international boutiques

and you will find you are
walking into a new world.

A new vision.

But wasn't the lure of Gucci
precisely its historical appeal?

The legacy is remarkable.

Well, this is true.

We are products of our past but we
don't have to be prisoners of it.

I don't fear change.

I embrace it.

Where Ralph Lauren stores,
they feel like movie sets

and Versace
is a rock concert,

Gucci stores will feel
like the Vatican of fashion.

Grazie.

How are you funding
your vision?

Well, that is a very good secret.

Don't ask.

It may take some time
to recover...

but this is a long-term plan.

Sometimes you have to go down
to come back up again.

Ferre, Armani, and Versace!

That's who I said I wanted
designing our new line.

And they would be honored
to be working for us.

De Sole,
where the fuck are they?

Maurizio, they have
their own lines.

They're their own bosses.

I know they have...

I've spoken to everybody.
Nobody wants to...

Then you haven't tried
hard enough.

There is someone.

Maybe.

Here.

Who am I looking at?

He's from Texas.

A mechanic?

Maybe you should meet him.

I see cranked up blacks.

Jewel-tone velvet.

And unconventional
styling touches.

Loafers, sans socks.

I see pole dancers
flanking the runways.

Female...

and male, of course.

I have a vocabulary that
will allow you to expand.

That's what the brand requires.

That's where we need to head.

Without sacrificing the family
character of what this brand is.

The family character
is the brand.

I'm here to embellish.
I'm here to resurrect.

Maurizio.

Stop. Please,
please, please.

I'm begging you.
Please stop.

Okay, I... I don't want
a confrontation.

Me neither.

I tried calling.

Yes, and calling
and calling and calling.

What do you want?

I want to talk.

Okay.

Alessandra misses you.

I saw Alessandra
two weeks ago.

She talks about you
all the time.

And I'll see her very soon.
I've been very busy.

Will you come back home?

You bought Aldo and Paolo out.
You did what I said.

Good night, Patrizia.

Come back home.

Patrizia, you know that's...
that's not possible.

Now, it is getting very late.

Go home.

If not for me,
just for our daughter.

No, no, no.
Don't do that.

- Don't...
- Don't...

I'll take
care of her and you.

We made something
beautiful together.

No, what?

Take it.

Do you like it?

Patrizia, what is this?

Do you like it?

I made it for you.

You're humiliating yourself.

Why are you talking to me
this way?

Because you can't see
what you've become.

This book... A story has
a beginning and an end.

And ours ended
a few chapters ago.

So, what do you want
from me now?

I want you to myself.

I love you.

Patrizia...

No.

I don't love you.

I don't hate you...

but I don't want to spend
the rest of my life with you.

Now, I'm sorry. I truly am.

What happened
to my Maurizio?

Nothing. Absolutely nothing.

I had no idea
I married a monster.

You didn't.
You married a Gucci.

He's always away on business.

- He moved, you know.
- Hmm.

Mmm-hmm.

I've told you so many times.

He moved into the penthouse
with that fucking horse.

I've seen them together.

Maybe you should
stop following them.

The things they buy...

Antiques worth billions,
cars, paintings.

With our money.

That he has thanks to you.

He's not even a businessman.

He can't even
run a parking meter.

How the fuck
is he gonna run Gucci?

You're right.

I know.

I made him what he is.

But when you're right,
you're right.

And you're very, very right.

I'm gonna go see him tomorrow.

Maybe you should wait until
we come back from the Caymans.

And then we can...

we can do
a nice evil eye on him. Hmm?

Another spell?

We've run out of spells.

We need something stronger.

Maybe I can still do something
that will work.

But for that,
you have to be positive.

I am being
very fucking positive.

You are
a waste of skin

that belongs on the front
page of every newspaper.

I want the world to know
what you're really like.

I will not give you
a minute of peace.

You tried to crush me,
but you couldn't.

You are a painful appendage
that needs to be removed.

The inferno for you
is yet to come.

Two, Rita.

Where the fuck are they?

If I knew how to use a pistol,

I'd fucking do
this shit myself.

Calm down. Calm down.

They'll show up.

Come sit.

- Thank you.
- Enjoy.

Pina.

Yeah.

Ivano, I told Patrizia that I know
you since you were a child, huh.

That we trust you.

I am Ivano Savioni.

This is my associate
Benedetto Ceraulo.

Who does what?

Sicilian.

How soon can you do it?

As soon as
we know his routine...

and his security.

And we are set on our rate.

Our rate? What rate?

- What is that?
- You told me six.

Yeah, yeah.

- Are you crazy?
- Why is he saying eight?

- I don't what he's playing.
- Why the fuck is he saying eight?

- No, I don't know.
- We said eight.

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

That's it. What are you doing?

Keep your fucking voice down.

We said eight.

- I'd consider it if only it was eight.
- Yeah.

Somebody else quoted me
for far less.

Six is all I'm willing to do.

It will have to be
a rush job then.

Yeah.

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

Six is all I will pay.

We'll give you half now...

half later when it's done.

Okay.

Okay.

Don't miss.

Deal with her.

Really.

You don't wanna
make any mistakes.

Catch.

Pay for the coffee
and don't fuck this up.

'Cause I'll put a spell on you.

Ready.

Wait.

That's amazing.

I think he's incredible.
Love him.

Are you sure
this is a Gucci show?

Yeah, yeah.

Very nice, this jacket,
we've talked about for months.

It's beautiful. I love it.

You're in for a surprise.

Very modern.

Three, two, one. Go!

He looks great.

Bravo!

Bravo!

"When Tom Ford took over
the creative reins of Gucci in 1994...

"there was little hope for
the Milanese fashion house."

"It took a German designer
to stir up Chanel...

"and it is an American who has put Gucci
far and away in the front of fashion."

"Some say Mr. Ford will give
Mr. Lagerfeld a run for his money."

I have to call my mother
in Austin.

Watch what you say, he's here.

What an unforgettable night.

Maurizio.

And the response
is incredible.

I've never seen
anything like it.

Indeed. It marks
a new chapter for Gucci.

Hey, try the carpaccio.
It melts in your mouth.

Okay.

Don't say anything while I talk to him.

I'll call on you when you can talk.

I think we can all be honest with
each other around this table, yeah?

We're all friends here.

We can, we all
respect each other.

Grazie.

We're very concerned.

What concerns you?

Numbers.

Specifically, Gucci's.

Well, you said you didn't care
about numbers.

That you trusted your instinct.

Yeah. I care about numbers
when they're terrible numbers.

Our projections for 1996
are abysmal.

By slashing hundreds of
profitable items...

You mean
my uncle's knickknacks?

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

of $180 million.

Down from $210 million in 1991.

And $270 million.

There is $85 million
in bank debts.

We may even have trouble paying
salaries for the next couple of months.

Profits remain elusive.

And I've always said that our
strategic plan would take five years.

It's not about
immediate profit.

You go down
to come back up again.

That is how you get out
of a stall.

But the personal items
are a concern as well.

All paid for through Gucci's
accounts and charged as expenses.

The multimillion-dollar
antiques in the stores.

The purchase
of countless cars

including a Ferrari F40
and a Lamborghini Countach.

$3 million on a watch,
a Patek Philippe 2523.

$7 million on
a luxury penthouse.

I could go on and on.

An 18th century palatial villa
outside Florence

for use as a training center.

I have justifications
for all of these things

but it doesn't seem that
you're in a place to hear them.

Maurizio, please try and take this
in the spirit of our friendship.

We've been through
a lot together.

You have many qualities.

But we must be realistic.

You're not a natural manager.

You can't run a business purely
on charm and eccentricities.

No. You need time as well.

Last night does mark
a new chapter for Gucci

and I am the one
that brought it to you.

Maurizio, I want you
to understand

whatever happens between
both of our companies,

I have never stopped
respecting you or your vision.

But I have vision
for my people too.

And I have a business to run.

We want to offer you
$150 million

for your 50% stake in Gucci.

You want to buy me out.

We want to save the business.

And who would be
appointed CEO?

She was right about you.

$150 million.

You'll be a rich man.

If you really think
it's about money,

then you know less about Gucci
than I thought.

Hurry up and eat, boys.

I've never tasted
such good meat in my life.

- Excuse me.
- Yes.

This meat.
Where is it coming from?

This is the finest beef
in Tuscany.

It comes from
the Val di Chiana.

The cows
are treated like royalty.

That's him.

Good morning!

Signor Gucci?

What's going on?

Patrizia.

I know.

Please see Signorina Franchi
out of my house.

Signora Reggiani.

Signora Reggiani.

Signora Reggiani.

You can call me Signora Gucci.