Tatie Danielle Page #6

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I'll be home tomorrow.

I've got everything ready for you.

I can even ask Nicole to come by.

I'll call you. It's only one night.

No.

Why not?

Why not?

You're paid to stay here with me.

What's it to you? Sleep,

have breakfast, and I'll be back.

I'll call you.

You're a b*tch.

You're quite capable

of taking care of yourself!

I'm not a b*tch. You're a little slut!

That's the thanks I get!

I pay for your car, I give you gifts...

You said we'd go on a trip together.

I never promised anything!

You don't own me!

- I'll call my family.

- Go ahead.

No one's going to stop me

going to the seaside, no one!

Go to the seaside,

but don't bother to come back!

- You're fired!

- Don't worry, I'm leaving!

You can have

your shitty insect back!

You slut!

Give this to your family.

And here's their number.

Spit your venom out to them!

Slut!

Abandoned...

Everyone's abandoned me.

Won't be long, Edouard.

Keep back, let them through.

What happened?

A little old lady was abandoned.

Her children left

two months ago, apparently.

Two months? That's appalling.

What monsters!

What a b*tch.

I don't believe this.

- Please, just one question!

- I'm too busy.

What's her family like?

The concierge is on holiday.

I just put the rubbish out.

I don't know her.

I don't get it.

Lovely people... Customers!

From the top.

I don't get it...

Charming people... Customers...

They'd been coming here for years...

I don't get it...

Customers for years, they were...

...For years, charming people...

OK, cut. That'll do.

Such monsters in the heart of Paris.

Who'd have thought it?

When's it on?

Come with me, please.

Where are they going?

In the middle of this drowsy summer,

a shocking case

to prick the nation's conscience.

An 82-year-old woman

was abandoned by her family,

locked in a flat for three weeks

in the 15th arrondissement.

She had nothing to eat but the dog food

generously left by her family.

She accidentally started a fire...

- Turn it down, it'll upset her.

- It's OK!

They're talking about you on the TV.

- You're a star.

- Really?

I'm not worth it.

- I'm all alone.

- No you're not, we're here.

Everyone's making

a great big fuss of you.

We've no more room for flowers.

You've had telegrams

from all over France, even Belgium.

People want to adopt you.

- The papers are full of you.

- The papers?

- May I see?

- The doctor's forbidden it.

Turn that television off.

Morning, Mrs Billard.

So many flowers.

- There are more outside.

- You've got some colour back.

Lend me your glasses,

I've forgotten mine.

Everything looks just fine.

You're robust, you know.

- Can I leave soon?

- Not so fast. You need rest.

We have to get you back on your feet.

You were in a bad way.

- They won't hurt my family?

- No, they won't.

It's not their fault. I was an burden.

- She's so sweet.

- She's adorable...

They should bring back

the death penalty.

I need an appointment.

Will Catherine be back?

Yes, on Monday.

- How is the poor dear?

- A little better, but it takes time.

People are such gossips.

She doesn't dare use her local shops.

- It'll be forgotten soon.

- We lost quite a few clients.

You find out

who your real customers are.

Where is the crazy old thing?

In an old folks' home.

A very nice one, apparently.

Catherine's husband

wants no more to do with her.

He's right.

That's what you get for helping people.

I didn't tell Catherine,

but after a certain age,

a home is best.

- Otherwise, they drive you crazy.

- Exactly.

It's me!

- Totoff... Where's Mummy?

- No idea.

In here, darling.

It's a relaxing mask.

I've aged 20 years.

Where do I kiss you?

- It's not the time for jokes.

- Yes, it is.

I've got good news from the lawyer.

- You didn't say you were seeing him.

- I'll explain, come on.

- Is Jeanne OK?

- She's resting.

- Tell me.

- Listen to this.

"The two charges of non-assistance

and neglect have been dropped."

After all, justice does exist.

All charges are dropped.

There, Mrs Billard.

I can't tell you what a relief that is.

- Don't cry, sweetie.

- They're tears of joy.

My aunt could have been arrested,

but they dropped

the charges because of her age.

They spoke to me about Sandrine, too.

But I'd rather draw a line

under the whole thing.

That's what you wanted.

That's all I ever think about,

I'm obsessed.

I don't understand Auntie Danielle!

What did we do

to make her hate us so much?

- Everything OK?

- Who is it?

Good night.

Why is Mrs Mauprivet crying?

I bet Mrs Billard was nasty again.

She won't let me watch her TV.

Stop tormenting Mrs Mauprivet,

it's mean.

What's she done to you?

She stinks, that's all.

You don't smell very nice,

apparently. We'll fix that.

Let's get washed.

Why are you so keen

to watch TV with her?

No one else has cable.

You're brave, coming every Sunday.

I can't abandon her. She's alone.

- How's it going?

- She was quiet yesterday.

During the week she was hell.

She makes such a mess.

- She's as bad as can be.

- She makes the old ladies cry.

Have you heard the latest?

She locked one in the shower.

I'll be going. I brought you

some flowers to say thank you.

- They're gorgeous.

- Have you got a vase?

Be brave!

45 rue du Commerce, please.

Any particular route?

- Whichever you like.

- Visiting a loved one?

Don't cry.

The old folks are happy in there.

This is it.

Come in.

Mrs Billard, this is my daughter.

Here's what you asked for.

I brought strong mustard,

Tabasco and a jar of gherkins.

They'd run out of coffee clairs.

I got chocolate ones.

Fine, thank you.

We'll leave you.

If you need anything else next time,

just tell Mother.

She's nice, my daughter, isn't she?

Terribly ugly, though.

I called you.

But you couldn't have stopped her.

You're not legally responsible.

It's a total mystery.

We're expecting a new resident.

Talk about a fuss.

What happened?

No one saw her go.

She didn't leave a note.

She didn't leave on her own.

She took everything

except the TV and the cable box.

A bit odd. We've lent them

to Mrs Mauprivet in the meantime.

Who'd kidnap an old bag like her?

It's unthinkable!

I liked her, though.

Sometimes she'd stare

out of the window for hours,

as if she was waiting for someone.

Do you want the TV back?

Let the old lady keep it.

- Is Mrs Billard coming back?

- No, never.

- Never?

- Haven't you had enough of her?

She was nice.

- Is it good?

- Yes, and it's easy to chew.

I'll take your picture.

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