Dalida (2016) - full transcript

Based on the true story of acclaimed music icon "Dalida" born in Cairo, who gained celebrity in the 50s, singing in French, Spanish, Arabic, Hebrew, German, Italian, playing in awarded Youssef Chahine's picture "Le Sixième Jour", and who later committed suicide in 1987 in Paris, after selling more than 130 million records worldwide

February 26, 1967

Bruno, it's important.
I must see Luigi's family.

Don't go alone.

Rosy should go with you.

She's my cousin,
not my bodyguard.

It's not a problem.

She'll keep you company.

I must see Luigi's family.
I'll be back tomorrow.

- You want to go alone?
- Yes.

- You're sure?
- Yes.

OK, as you wish.

Take care.

Have a good trip.

Thank you.

Good evening.

Hotel Prince de Galles, please.

Dalida attempted suicide
last night in her hotel room.

The singer was found
by hotel staff...

The singer's action

could be linked to the suicide
of her lover, Luigi Tenco,

one month ago.

Luigi, do you mind waiting for me?

I'll wait for you here.

Two months earlier

I have a booking.
Iolanda Gigliotti.

Very good.

Room 76, third floor.

Tell me something.


I don't know.
Tell me about Heidegger.

How about him?

The "being-toward-death".

You make a fine student, Gigliotti!

You deserve a prize.

Come here.

To be human is to being alive

while going to death.

Like a tightrope walker.

Balancing between life and death
so as not to fall.

I don't agree with Heidegger.

- Really?
- No.

The main thing is

No, leave the light on.


I am scared of the dark.

I'll protect you, angel.

She shouldn't have been left alone.

I'm her big brother,
I should protect her.

Don't worry, it's not your fault.

Bruno, here's the doctor.

Well, can we see her?

She's out of danger
but that doesn't mean she's alive.

But she's out of the woods...

Physically, yes.
Mentally, I'm less optimistic.


She needs specialist care
to rekindle a zest for life.

We may need your help
to understand her action.

We'll have to transfer her.

There are some excellent places
near Paris.

I'll give you a list.

Excuse me.

And we still can't see her?

We have a protocol
for suicide attempts.

Avoidance of those
who remind her of the past.

They're the ones
who have kept her going.

That's the problem.

What was your relationship with her?

Before or after the divorce?

I don't know.

How about when you met?

We met at a contest I held
at the Olympia.

"Tomorrow's Chart Toppers"
it was called.

April 9, 1956.

There was Bruno Coquatrix,
Eddie Barclay and me.

Who wants to stay in today?

Let's go racing at Longchamp!

It's my radio station
that's holding the contest.

Your listeners won't know!

If we find any stars,
you'll sign them up!

We haven't before.
Why now?

I've an idea.
If I win at 421, we go.

You won't win.

You can't gamble on this.

We can.

We can.

I'll go first.

Her voice recalls the Italian sun.

Can she make a name for herself?
It's up to you.



Love me

Love me, my love

Listen to my prayer

You who are everything to me

Hold me gently in your arms

Don't leave me alone

You do not have the right

Without you I am but a lonely child

Just a child, lonely and forgotten

Love me

I need you so much

My life would be worthless

If you didn't love me

From then on, I was obsessed
by finding her the best song

so she could become the best.

And she did.

Mr Barclay will see you now.

Do come in!



We loved your performance.

You're very talented

and we'd like to offer you
a contract.

Heavy eyes, sad expression,

You can't sleep
You're just a shadow of yourself

You roam the streets alone...

To Bambino!

And every night
You wait beneath her window

I know you adore her
Bambino, Bambino

And she has pretty eyes...

But you're still too young
Bambino, Bambino

To play lovers' games

Strum away on your mandolin

My little bambino

All the way from Egypt,
Miss Dalida!

Dalida and her terrific "Bambino".

An excellent composition, "Bambino"!
A bewitching voice!

To our great friend, Dalida!

An Italian girl from Cairo...

Song Oscars 1961

You've become France's
most popular star.

"Come Prima" by its creator,


How do you explain your success?

It's all about work.

I work very hard.

That leaves me with...


- What's that?
- You don't know?

Taggi is a type of trouser.

You've never heard of it?

I swear it's true.
Why would I make it up?

It's taggi.

- The whole country is wondering.
- Wondering what?

When's the wedding?

This isn't the time, Dali.

Why not?

Because... how can I say it?

A wedding takes a lot of planning.

That's why I'm asking.

Find a date, then.
You're always touring.

My fault?

Sorry for making
your dream come true.

My dream is to have a child
with my husband.

Stars don't have babies.
It ruins the myth.

We've got our whole life for that.

Not when you're a woman.

We'll do it.

No, wait.

I've only just divorced.

Look at this wonderful career
we're building together.

It's a bit like our baby.

I'm tired.

The lights hurt my eyes every night.

I know you're tired, darling.

But we have 9 songs
in this year's charts.

That's a world first.

We have to think of that now.

What's the matter?

Do you ever see me as a woman?

- Just as a woman, I mean?
- Of course, darling.

You know I love you.

But your love story
is with the public too.

And with you.

With you first.

I want to make you dinner,

have a child,

be a normal woman.

Normal women dream of being you.

And I dream of being like them.

She and Lucien waited too long.

They should have married sooner.

It was so important to her.

It is to any woman.

Dalida is not just any woman.


She is extraordinarily beautiful

in the sense
she's no ordinary beauty.

You see?

When she was young,

she was different.

Cairo - Autumn 1933

She remained in the dark
for 40 days.

She damaged her eyes by trying
to look through her bandages.

Only my father's music
could soothe her.

She didn't like herself in glasses.

Cairo - Spring 1940

Four eyes!

You're ugly!

Four eyes!

You're horrible and awful!

She's someone who had to carve
her own image.


Come now, you little rascals!

Go away!
You'll all be punished.


Come along.

Don't cry. The Lord is always
on the side of the oppressed.

The way people saw her

was always...


She was obsessed by that.

The day she took off her glasses...

it was like a rebirth for her.

First Violin

Look at the lovely dress
Mommy made you.

It's no use to me, I'm so ugly.

Don't talk like that.

I forbid you
to say or even think that.

You are the prettiest of girls.

You look fantastic, my love.

Your brother
must have forgotten his keys.

Pietro Gigliotti?

Yes, that's me.


I've done nothing.

I don't know what's going on.

I have nothing to do with this.

I'm a musician!

But I've done nothing.
I'm a musician!

What do you say, Mrs Morisse?

I don't love you anymore.

We're just close friends.


Long live the bride and groom!

Please, Dalida, a kiss!

This way!

Just a smile!


You're very ungrateful!

I had to insist on you seeing her.

Is that so?

Are we rewriting history?

We let the dice decide!

He owes us everything.

Where is my wife?

With her brother.

What's wrong? You're sad.

I'd have liked Mom to be here.

This dress is sad too.

No, the dress is fine.

You're sure?

If the dress is fine,
then everything's fine.

One month later - Cannes

I had to insist on you coming.

Now you're enjoying yourself!

- Shame Lucien stayed in Paris.
- He's working!

What do you think we're doing?

Working in Cannes!

- Will you dance?
- Never on rapid rhythm.

I'm in no rush.

It's not your lucky day.


You really are ravishing.

My name is Jean Sobieski.
And you?


Yes, you.
You must have a name.

Yes. My name is Iolanda.

You're very beautiful, Iolanda.

Where is your name from?

Poland. My grandfather
was the King of Poland.

- Really?
- Well, not since the revolution.

A fallen prince.
Even more inspiring.

You're the inspiring one.

Terribly inspiring.

Jean Sobieski, Dalida's new love

Is it true?


Can't you be more discreet?

We just got married.

It's my lack of discretion
that bothers you?

Among other things.

What do you want me to say?

That you look silly with that flake?

He's using your reputation.

He doesn't care about fame.
He's a Bohemian.

A Bohemian!

He's ruining your career.

- Is this about my career again?
- Beware.

You can sink as quick as you rose.

What I make, I can break.

You didn't make me.

The public did.

They listen to my radio station.

And your ballads are finished.

What matters is the twist,
rock 'n' roll.

You're already square!

- Square?
- I could click my fingers

and you'd vanish
as fast as you came.

Poor Lucien!

You think I need you to exist?

You can even keep the apartment.

Do I eat it?

It's al dente!

That's not good for your voice.

Yes, I know.

I must give up.

You must give up singing.


To become my muse.

I am your muse.

Place your bets.

Seven, please.

All bets are in.

The house pays 17
and odd numbers.

You know what I like here?

The view?

Try again.

The Eiffel Tower?

- Again?
- I don't know.

There's a studio for your painting.

British lawyer Peter Benenson

has founded a new movement
to defend human rights

called Amnesty International...

- Tell me, what's the problem?
- I'm speechless.

Why? What's the problem?

You've taken your brother's name!

I don't see the problem.

- It's ridiculous.
- What's ridiculous?

- Trying to take his place.
- Don't psychoanalyze.

What bothers you?

You take your brother's name
and you sing like your sister.

You think you're the center
of the world.

I'm a singer too.

Stop it.

Admit that I'm right.

He can't impose his choices,
like you.

No one imposed me anything.

- Did you choose "Dalida"?
- Yes.

Think of Orlando.

He agreed. He said yes.

Do as you wish, it's your Olympia.

I can't stop you
from putting on her concerts.

She asked me.
The public want her.

Don't play at that with me.

You're my friend. I can't betray you.

You're my friend too.

But I warn you:
the radio won't play her songs

or advertise the show.

To us, she's finished.

I'm not saying that because...

You know I can be objective.

What goes down well today?

Rock. Twist. You know that.

I agree with you.

But how can I refuse her?

I don't know.

I'm at the Olympia
for Dalida's first night.

Some say it will be her last.

Excuse me, sir,
are you for or against Dalida?

A woman who cheats
shouldn't be allowed to sing.

But you came.

For my wife.
We bought the tickets ages ago.

I consider it shameful!

These are the first impressions,

and they're rather frosty.

Sing with passion, as always.

The plumbing in the bathroom
is faulty.

Are you OK?

You need anything?

Can you get rid of that?

Is that a wreath?

To the death of song,
long live Edith Piaf

Who put it there?

What's going on here, François?

I told everyone...

Showtime in 10 minutes!

Live from the Olympia...

Do you think he'll come?

Who? Sobieski?

He's not in the dressing room
or on the guest list.

Tell me why, when a wife cheats,

she leaves her husband?

Nobody's perfect!

This is Agathe.


- I'm glad you're here.
- Everyone's here.

Vultures ready to pounce.

I can't say I'm glad.

- Where are we?
- Right in front. Good seats.

See you later.

Go on, my love.

Don't lose heart.

I didn't know why I was living

I didn't know what use I was

Now, now I know

My eyes were made to gaze at you

My lips to give you kisses

My ear to count your heartbeats

My hands to grasp
and hold your warmth

And since then

I feel alive

Because I love you
And since then I feel alive

I feel alive because I love you

Because I love you

Because I love you

Because I love you

And you love me

Absolutely fantastic.


You were great.

Thank you.

That day she realized
she loved us both.

That was her schizophrenic side.

- In what way?
- In a manner of speaking.

There was Iolanda, who loved me,
and Dalida, who loved Lucien.

Did you feel hurt?

That hairstyle suits you.

Thank you. You like it?

I brought your contract renewal.

Ten years, already.

Time flies.

What did you want to tell me?

We've talked it over,
Bruno and I, and...

I think that the situation
is somewhat absurd.

I've worked here for ages,

looking after artists.

But Dali has been left alone
to manage her career.


In fact...

we're going to set up
our own production company.

I'll put this away, then.

It's the first time
a woman has left me.

This calls for a drink.

- I'm not leaving my friend.
- I know.

Well, what are your plans?

San Remo.

- The festival?
- Yes.

She'll be mentoring
an Italian singer called Luigi Tenco.

She has real potential in Italy.

It'd be a shame to lose an audience.

We have to go for it.

I don't see what you'll gain,
but you must listen to your...


That's right.


If I hadn't arranged
the meeting with Luigi...

we wouldn't be here now.

It was her path through life.

You couldn't intervene.

I don't agree with Heidegger.

- Really?
- No.

The main thing is

I like your sense of philosophy,

It's all thanks to you, professor.

I love you.

Calm down, please.

Why did a star like you
agree to come to San Remo?

For Luigi Tenco's songs.

You think Luigi Tenco can win?

- Of course.
- He can win.

Thank you, all of you.

I like Ornella Vanoni's song.
It'd make a good cover.

Can't you see they're using us?

It's a commercial operation.

He follows you everywhere.

- Who?
- You know.

Yes, with pleasure.

Let's do the photos,
then she has to get changed.

Don't drink too much, darling.

You know why I stay here?

For you.

Dali, the festival director
wants to meet you.

We're very honored
to have you at our festival.

Good evening.

We have a photo call.

It's best to do them now.

- With Luigi.
- No, just you.

- First...
- Go ahead.

Yes, separately is better. Let's go.

It's my great pleasure
to present the 17th edition...

Luigi, will you be OK?

- Yes.
- You'll be fine.

Let's hear Ciao Amore Ciao,
written and sung by Luigi Tenco.

- You're nervous.
- I'm OK.

Don't worry. You'll win.

I hope so.

Are you all happy now?
What a farce!

- Let me go.
- Please.

Your affair must remain a secret.
It's your turn now.

I can't.

Yes, you can. Go for it.

Sing. Go sing to them.

Your song is fabulous.

It'll be better next time.

For you.

I've been in contests...

I don't give a damn about contests!

These people know nothing about music
nor why they're there.

It's a game to them, you see?
A game!

But not to me.

Slow down, Luigi.

Please slow down.

It's not a game.

Please, Luigi!

I'm not coming. I'm tired.

Don't give them that satisfaction.


Come on.

Wake up!

I did not do it
because I'm fed up with life

but as a protest against
an ignorant public.


No! That's enough.
Leave me alone.

That's enough!

I can't carry on... Stop it!

They barred me from going
to his funeral.

Scared I'd make a scene.

They wanted to protect you.

They failed.

I understand your pain, but...

But what?

I'm 34, no love,
no hope, no children...

You give hope to thousands.

And who gives it to me?

You know the hardest thing
when you're between life and death?


To choose life.

Death is sweet.

And yet...

you chose life.


Death turned me down.

My story is the story of a love

My lament is the aching of two hearts

A romance like many others
That could be yours

Wherever you come from

My story is the story we all know

It's a game played by lovers
the world over

Whether naïve or calculating

It's the only song
that's never-ending

"I am nothing"

It's the story of a love

Why are you here?

I want to introduce someone.

No, wait.


As I couldn't
introduce him earlier...

How wonderful!

Won't you take him?

He's your nephew.

He looks like you.

Go to your aunt.

And if you agree,
he'll be your godson.

If I agree? Of course I agree.

In his auntie's arms.

He's a cherub.

He's gorgeous.

Isn't he!

You organized that?

Are you glad?

Little angel.

It's your aunt!

What's his name?


but if you don't like it
he has a second name.

What do you think?

What do I think?

That life goes on.

Rome - October 1967

It's your first time in Italy
since San Remo. Excited?


What do you expect
from the Partitissima contest?

- To win for Luigi.
- Thank you.

- Glad to be back in Italy?
- Very.

What's your message to your fans?

Hello, Italy and Rome!

Thank you.

I'm a fan of Tenco.
Can I meet you in private?

Tenco's poetry.


- No, the book is for you.
- For me?

Come with me.

Don't bring up
her recent tragedy, OK?


Please come in.

- Was he nice to you?
- Yes.

Thank you, Mario.


No thanks.

Was Mario OK?
He's very protective.

Yes, he certainly is.

So you like poetry?


I study literature and philosophy.

Actually, I had to stop and get a job.

I'd like to go back to it.

My greatest regret
is not having studied.

You know...

I understand what Tenco did.

And what you did too.

May I ask you something?


Don't be so formal.



Maria Teresa, does this suit me?

- Thank you.
- You're welcome.

Rosy, could you pass me...

What a darling he is!

It's lovely. Take it.

It's your dog.


Someone called Lucio.

Do I let him in?

We don't know him.

Send him away.

I'll go.

- Who's Lucio?
- I don't know.

- How did you get here?
- I hitch-hiked.

- In this cold?
- Yes.

- I had to see you at Christmas.
- You're crazy.

Crazy about you.

I've missed you.

Same here.

Come, I'll introduce you to my family.

Take off your coat.

Excuse me...

This is Lucio.

Have a seat.

- Would you like to eat?
- Yes, a snack.

Happy Christmas!

Can you explain?

I can invite who I like.

It doesn't look like he was invited.

He's welcome.

When we're gathered on Christmas Eve?

He hitched across Italy and France.

Can I send him away?

We celebrate Christmas as a family,
not with strangers.

Respect your family,

don't expose them to your...

To my what?

You know what I mean.

If you don't like it,
the door's open.

Merry Christmas!

Merry Christmas, everyone!

What's going on?

I want to stay here forever.

You're gorgeous.

He'd just turned eighteen

He was as handsome as a child

Strong as a man

My life before you
was never so beautiful.

In 20 years
you'll have changed your tune.

You're the most beautiful woman
in the world.

From our very first meeting

I'd have given anything

To seduce him

He'd just turned eighteen

It made him almost insolent

So sure was he

And while he dressed

Already beaten,
I returned to my loneliness

How I longed to make him stay

Yet I let him walk away

Without a sign

"That wasn't bad" he confided

With the infernal candor of youth

I did my hair

A touch more makeup on my eyes

From force of habit

I had simply forgotten

That I was twice eighteen

I'm pregnant.


I'm pregnant.

That's wonderful!

By the young man?


Very good.

- He's 22.
- So what?

I'm 34.

So what?

I can't ruin his life.

How would you ruin his life?

By marrying a kid.
Imagine the press.

We don't care what the papers say.

Who mentioned marriage?

We'd look after him.
Another grandson for Giuseppina.

Mother mustn't know. Got that?

Then we won't tell her.

Don't you want a child?

That's not the question.

It's the only question.

I need a father.

For my son.

Not necessarily.
We grew up without one.

You reckon?

But we're here.
I can help out too.

It's not the life I dreamed of.

Life isn't dreamed, it's lived.

Quite the philosopher!

Does the boy know?



Will you tell him?


What will you do?


I don't know.

I remember

Several times not so long ago

You told me how

Everything would change

How I would love

To tell you what I have

Inside of me

When I'm alone

The face of a child

Always warms my heart

Like the bells in spring

My heart will ring

It will ring

It will sing

It's such a shame

I have never seen

The love I can feel

All around me

How I would love

To tell the world what I have

Inside of me

When I'm alone

The face of a child

Always warms my heart

Like the bells in spring

My heart will ring


I had to leave sooner than planned.

Don't try to contact me again.

I beg you,
make my dream come true.

Accept this money for your studies.

Do it for me.

I must find myself

or I will lose myself again.

India - Channa Ashram 1971

I'm going to stop singing.

You seem much more serene.

Much calmer.

I've been through
a lot of suffering.

After my suicide attempt,
I tried to understand.

The other day I was with
Lucien Morisse, my ex-husband.

I said to him:
You know me, you know my life.

I've always gone
from one man to another,

but I was always looking for true love.

I'm sure true love exists.

It's a bigger love,
one that leads to God.

You still love her.

What nonsense!

- Do you love me?
- Of course I do!

Then stop gambling.

- The bank called again.
- I'll see to it.


- Tomorrow?
- Please, I'm listening.

...Stronger than us.
That's love.

I'll sing "I am ill".

That's madness, it's not you.

It's what I've become.

Your audience wants to dream,
leave depression to others.

He's not wrong.

What my audience want is the truth.

I always back you,
but I don't buy it.

Then rent us your hall.


Rent us your hall.

Dalida is the Olympia.

She won't go elsewhere.

I'd love you to play the Olympia

but I'm a producer not a landlord.

You're asking the impossible.

Do you think that...

this might make things...

a little less impossible?

What do you say?

We can think about it.

I no longer dream

I no longer smoke

And no more love affairs

I am dirty without you
I am ugly without you

Like an orphan in a dormitory

I no longer want to live my life

My life stops when you leave

I have no life
And even my bed

Turns into a waiting room

When you go away
I am ill

Utterly ill

Like when Mother went out at night

Leaving me alone with my despair

I am ill

Totally ill

You have taken all my songs

Drained me of all my words

Yet I did have talent

Before the touch of your skin

This love is killing me

If this continues

I'll die alone, by myself

Near my radio
Like some stupid kid

Listening to my own voice sing

I am ill

Utterly ill

Like when Mother went out at night

Leaving me alone with my despair

I am ill

That's right, I am ill

You have taken all my songs

Drained me of all my words

And my heart is completely ill

Surrounded by barricades

You hear me?

I am ill


I said you could sing ballads.

You wouldn't believe me!

I'm proud of you.
Lucien too.

He's with us, you know.

With us!



I do my best to be happy.

But death prowls around me

like a wild animal.

When I was young,
I wanted my father to die.

When he returned from the camp,

he was so wounded.

Mentally and physically.

He beat my brothers and me too.

But it was when he hit my mother

that I wanted him to die.

And he died.

I felt...



Same with Lucien and Luigi.

With time

With time, everything goes away

The one we worshipped

The one we looked for in the rain

The one we'd sense

With just a glance

Between the lines,
between the words

Under the paint of a made-up oath

Out for a night on the town

With time

Everything vanishes

With time

With time, everything goes away

Even the nicest memories

Can be tarnished by time

I rummage about in the mall

In the aisles of death

Saturday night

When tenderness takes its leave

This "void"...

What does it remind you of?


I always thought I'd die on a Sunday.

We don't usually get to choose.

Montmartre - 27 October 1972

Every Sunday...

I invite friends for lunch

so there's always a party.

- Your pasta is excellent.
- Thanks. It's a simple sauce.

And your sitting room
is totally transformed!

Aren't you sick of that song?

Stop it!

You should be an actor, Pascal.

Who is it?

The Count of St Germain has arrived.


Darling, this is my friend
Richard Chanfray.

Count of St Germain.

- Who's he?
- The alchemist from TV.

- Transforming lead into gold.
- Just wait till you see him!


So you're immortal?

A little like you?

No, not like me.

I'm not immortal.

I was born 17,000 years ago.

I'm from a different
earthly vibration

that allows me to travel
through time.

I believe lots of things,
but that's a bit much.

I don't ask you to believe me.

I don't know
what's happening to me tonight

I see you as if for the first time

More words, always words,
the same words

So you really turn lead to gold?

Did you know that the root of gold
is our, which means light?

So amour means the soul

that is drawn toward the light.

You're a good talker,
Mr. Alchemist.

The time for dreaming is over

Memories also fade

When we forget them

You are like the wind that makes
violins play

And takes away the rose's perfume

Toffees, sweets, chocolates

Sometimes, I don't understand you

What do you say?


...Who loves the stars over the dunes

Tender words wrapped in sweet talk

Settle in my mouth

But never in my heart

Another word, just one

Words, words, words

Listen to me

I beg you

I swear

Words and more words
you scatter in the wind

You're so beautiful.

That's amazing.

I never felt that before.

You've been my wife
through many lives.

Aren't you tired
of making love with me

after all these lifetimes?

Do I look like I am?


It's an old song
that I sing just for you

Like a never-ending song of love

It was sung in the streets
Under faraway skies

And throughout France

We thought it long forgotten

But here it comes again

In another land
that means "kiss me"

I want to sing it with you
my whole life through

We ask from love
Neither eternal oath

Nor exotic scenery

All that we need for love
is a few words

To go with the music

I want to sing it with you
my whole life through

I love you.

Dalida - Alain Delon
The secret is out!

"Dalida's love life
has long shown eclecticism

"and she has caught us out before.

"Rumor or for real?"

"Charmed by the exotic Dalida,
Delon called her to his office..."

Stop. You know it's not true.

Come, my love.

Stop it.

Is it normal that people believe
the Delon story?

What people?

What do you mean?

The public, everyone.

You do a record and a cover with him.
You know how they are.

Stop it, love.

You know how much I love you.

There is no love,

only proof of love.

What more do you want?

Tell me what you want.

I don't know.

We could make a record together.

But you're not a singer, darling.

And Delon is?

A quiet table by candlelight

Two shadows huddled by the fire

One cigarette after another

A nightcap as the embers die

And love, love, love


It's shit.

- Bruno!
- What?

I want more volume.

OK! A little louder.

Something wrong?

Stop it, please.

What is it, my love? Tell me.

Nothing. I really don't need pity.

I don't care about this record,

Richard, stop being a child.

Stop it.

I've put on weight.

As I've not had my period
I thought I might be pregnant.

We can run some supplementary tests,



You can't have children anymore.


Your tubes were too damaged
during your abortion.

Ready, darling?

Will you help me?

Are you OK?


You know what?

We're going to do disco.


We'll do disco.
And you'll dance.

At my age!

It's the future.
And the future is you.

What did he say?

He said I am the future!

For sure!

Look at this rain!

Martine left the gate open?

No, she took the weekend off.

Stay here.

If it's a burglar, I'll waste him.

- Put that gun down!
- Stay there!

Richard, come back!

Don't be afraid, Iolanda.
Give me your hand.

Don't be afraid.

You can't leave me here.

Pay my bail.
I can't stay here.

I swear I'll pay you back.
But don't leave me here.

I love you.

Time's up!

Put your hand here.

Don't leave me.

I love you.

The trial of Richard Chanfray,
alias Count St Germain,

ended today:
1 year suspended sentence,

and 118,000 Francs in damages,
paid by his girlfriend Dalida

to the victim,
no longer in hospital.

He was the maid's boyfriend.

A diamond record.
It's very heavy.

Who'd have thought that Dalida

could manage to win over
the reputedly tough US audience...

She sang in the showbiz capital...

...putting on a concert
at the world-renowned Carnegie Hall.

A worldwide hit, "Gigi L'Amoroso",
sold more copies in Europe

than Frank Sinatra's
"Strangers in the Night".

At 46, Dalida can still amaze us!

Dalida celebrates 25 years of song
with a US-style show.

A career risk for an artist who has
already sold 67 million records.

Exclusively for us,
here are the rehearsals for the show.

Here's Dalida!

Paris - December 1979

I am all sweaty!

I believe a towel
has been prepared for you.

I feel privileged
to witness rehearsals

that promise an exceptional show.

You've rehearsed for 10 weeks
with Lester Wilson...

Very good.

The famous choreographer
of "Saturday Night Fever".

A show whose poster
has already caused a stir.

That's true.
I'm from a very Catholic family.

For me, it was very difficult
to lose...

how do you say?
My modestness.

We say modesty,
but modestness is just fine!

You look so young,

I can't believe you've had
a 20-year career.

Worse, it's a quarter of a century!

And it doesn't show at all!

Blending "Bambino", "I am ill",
and all your disco hits into one show

is a heck of a challenge,

confirming that no other vocal artist
has so many strings to her bow.

You recognize Mommy!

Does it make you sad?

I'm sad too.

You've been drinking.

Why do I drink?

It's my fault?

Of course it is.

My star!

You smell of Shalimar.

Are you jealous now?

I wouldn't look elsewhere
if you didn't refuse.

You disgust me.

How can we carry on
if we don't make love?

How can I,
when you behave like a child?

I swear you'll end up begging me.
You hear?

- You will!
- Let me go!

With these two I can't.

In Italy?
What's the Italian for "ski"?

In Italian it's scii.

You tell her.

- What?
- To stop making herself vomit.

I don't know what to say.

- She's scared of getting fat.
- Right.

Same as ever!


To your success!

To my brother Bruno, and everyone!

To your show
at the Palais des Sports!

Happy new year!

You're shouting.

- Loudly.
- So what?

- You look stupid in that...
- Don't touch.

Aging stars can be so touchy!

Get out.

Of the restaurant,
of my life, get out!


I don't think everybody heard you.



Don't get involved.

Happy new year!

I've had enough.

- To the Palais des Sports!
- Happy new year.

It's over, Richard.

- Calm down.
- Just go.

After all I've done for you?

Please leave.

We can't finish like this.

Calm down.
Hey! Calm down!

Again. Calm down!

Just stop it!

You can't do this to me.

I promise I'll behave.

Stop it, dammit!

Stop it! This is me here!

Think you'll find anyone at your age?

Go to hell!

I live on love and dance

I live as if I were on vacation

I live as if I were eternal

As if the news
didn't bring the blues

I live on love and laughter

I live as if there were
nothing to say

I've lots of time
to write my memoirs

To tell my story in blue ink

Let me dance

Let me

Let me be free to dance and sing

All summer long

Let me dance

Let me

Let me live out my dream

I live on love and risk

When I feel blue I flip the disc

I come and go, I've learnt to live

As if I were happy and free

I live on love and laughter

I live as if there were nothing to say

I've lots of time
to write my memoirs

To tell my story in blue ink

Let me dance

Let me

Let me be free to dance and sing

All summer long

Let me dance

Let me

Let me live out my dream

2 years later

What shall I cook this evening?

Some soup?

An omelet?

I'd just like some pasta.

- Pasta.
- That's right.

- What, like yesterday?
- Yes.

Is she laughing?

Maybe she's not that sick.

Go and see.


- May I?
- Yes.

Watch this.

How are you feeling?


I put on Louis de Funès,
or she'd sleep all day long.

And at night she's not at all well.
She's very tired.

That's normal, she only eats pasta.

And she makes herself sick

I've had to take in all her dresses.

The light hurts her eyes terribly.

I've got it.

She can't bear it anymore.

Are you always here?

Of course.
She needs me every day.

I think you should find
a flat elsewhere.

You can't stay here.

Excuse me.

Well, then...

Can't we open the windows?
It's lovely outside.

No, thanks.

My eyes are very sore.

I've good news for you.

Youssef Chahine is offering you
the part in his film.

That's good.

But you need to get back in shape.


We're in agreement?

- We are.
- Good.

Cairo - shooting "The Sixth Day" - 1986

Someone in your life?


What's his name?


How old is Michel?


Wow! Your husband?

That's not possible.

I will make up for my death.

Is it true you've already died once?

Not quite.

Is it scary?

No. It's like a dream.

We're late, Hassan.
You have to come and get ready.

How cheeky you are!

A welcome worthy of
a head of state

was reserved for
international singer Dalida,

star of the hit film "The Sixth Day",
directed by Youssef Chahine.

What an idea of Chahine's,
sending us this way!

I wanted to see our house.

I know, but we didn't need
a convertible!

Stop gesticulating!

Calm down.

Relax a little.

It's wonderful.
They're here for us.

- Are you happy?
- Yes.

- You like music?
- Yes.

But I warn you,

I don't want to hear you.

Total silence when they practice.

You'll eat when we get home.

What are you doing here alone?

I'm sorry, you could have called me.

- How are you?
- We could have eaten together.

So you ate alone? You're mad.

- Well?
- Everything's fine.

I talked to the producers
of the musical "Cleopatra".

It's all good.

They assured me it's going ahead.

- I'm glad.
- Good.

Want a cigarette?

I have to stop.

I don't care.

I have something for you.


What's that?

I made it myself.

You made it yourself?

It's fabulous.


It's beautiful. Well done!

So you think of me.

I always think of you,
you know that.

Shall we eat together tomorrow?

Tomorrow I'm going
to see a play with Michel.

Oh yes, I'd forgotten.

Good. So we'll meet
for Sunday lunch.

With pleasure.

- As usual.
- Yes.

Can we get a glass of wine in here?

- Graziano!
- Be right with you.

He's coming.


- I have to stop.
- So you said.

- I'm going to stop.
- I know.

Me too!

- Is Michel picking you up?
- Yes.

Shall I wait?

No need, thank you, Jacqueline.

You're sure
you don't want me to stay?

No, he'll sleep over.

OK. Have a nice evening!

You too.

don't wake me in the morning.

All right.

So as not to live alone

You live with a dog

You live with roses

Or with a cross

So as not to live alone

You invent a scenario

You love a memory

A shadow, anything

So as not to live alone

You live for the spring

And when the spring is done

Till the next springtime comes

So as not to live alone

I love and wait for you

To have the illusion

Of not living alone

Of not living alone

So as not to live alone

Girls fall in love with girls

And now we're seeing boys

Marrying other boys

So as not to live alone

Others have children

Children who are alone

Like all children

So as not to live alone

We build cathedrals

Where those who are alone

Can hang on to their star

So as not to live alone

I love and wait for you

To give the illusion

Of not living alone

So as not to live alone

You find yourself some friends

And invite them round

When the boredom descends

You live for your money

For your dreams, your palaces

But no one's ever made

A two-seater casket

So as not to live alone

I live here with you

I am alone with you

You are alone with me

So as not to live alone

You live like those who want

To give the illusion

Of not living alone

Life is unbearable
Forgive me