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.
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
being-toward-love.
No, leave the light on.
Why?
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?
Physically, yes.
Mentally, I'm less optimistic.
Meaning?
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.
Miss...
Dalida!
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!
Welcome.
Lucien.
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
Bambino
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,
Dalida.
How do you explain your success?
It's all about work.
I work very hard.
That leaves me with...
"TAGGI".
- 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.
No.
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.
Stop!
Come now, you little rascals!
Go away!
You'll all be punished.
Come.
Come along.
Don't cry. The Lord is always
on the side of the oppressed.
The way people saw her
was always...
important.
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.
Why?
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.
Well?
Long live the bride and groom!
Please, Dalida, a kiss!
This way!
Just a smile!
Champagne!
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.
Come.
You really are ravishing.
My name is Jean Sobieski.
And you?
Me?
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?
Yes.
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.
Why?
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?
"Orlando"?
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.
Lucien
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.
Charming.
- 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
Fantastic!
Absolutely fantastic.
Champagne?
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.
So...
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...
producer.
That's right.
Yes.
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
being-toward-love.
I like your sense of philosophy,
Gigliotti.
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.
Come on.
Wake up!
I did not do it
because I'm fed up with life
but as a protest against
an ignorant public.
Murderers!
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?
No.
To choose life.
Death is sweet.
And yet...
you chose life.
No.
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.
Surprise!
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?
Luigi,
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?
Very.
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.
Pardon?
- No, the book is for you.
- For me?
Come with me.
Don't bring up
her recent tragedy, OK?
Yes.
Please come in.
- Was he nice to you?
- Yes.
Thank you, Mario.
Coffee?
No thanks.
Was Mario OK?
He's very protective.
Yes, he certainly is.
So you like poetry?
Yes.
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?
Yes.
Don't be so formal.
OK.
Wonderful!
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.
Madam?
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.
What?
I'm pregnant.
That's wonderful!
By the young man?
Yes.
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?
No?
No.
Will you tell him?
Never.
What will you do?
Here...
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
Lucio...
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.
Really?
- 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.
What?
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
Fantastic!
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!
Listen...
Listen!
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...
guilty.
Guilty.
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?
Sundays.
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.
Hurry!
Hello.
Darling, this is my friend
Richard Chanfray.
Count of St Germain.
Delighted.
- Who's he?
- The alchemist from TV.
- Transforming lead into gold.
- Just wait till you see him!
Fabulous!
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?
Salute.
...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?
No.
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
Perfect!
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,
anyway.
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,
but...
But?
You can't have children anymore.
What?
Your tubes were too damaged
during your abortion.
Ready, darling?
Will you help me?
Are you OK?
Sure?
You know what?
We're going to do disco.
What?
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!
Cheers!
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!
Pardon?
I don't think everybody heard you.
Leave!
Bruno.
Don't get involved.
Happy new year!
I've had enough.
- To the Palais des Sports!
- Happy new year.
It's over, Richard.
Understand?
- 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.
OK.
- May I?
- Yes.
Watch this.
How are you feeling?
Well.
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
afterwards.
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.
Understand?
We're in agreement?
- We are.
- Good.
Cairo - shooting "The Sixth Day" - 1986
Someone in your life?
Yes.
What's his name?
Michel.
How old is Michel?
Fifty.
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.
Alright?
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.
Really?
What's that?
I made it myself.
You made it yourself?
It's fabulous.
Gorgeous!
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.
Here.
- 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.
Jacqueline,
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
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.
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
being-toward-love.
No, leave the light on.
Why?
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?
Physically, yes.
Mentally, I'm less optimistic.
Meaning?
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.
Miss...
Dalida!
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!
Welcome.
Lucien.
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
Bambino
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,
Dalida.
How do you explain your success?
It's all about work.
I work very hard.
That leaves me with...
"TAGGI".
- 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.
No.
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.
Stop!
Come now, you little rascals!
Go away!
You'll all be punished.
Come.
Come along.
Don't cry. The Lord is always
on the side of the oppressed.
The way people saw her
was always...
important.
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.
Why?
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.
Well?
Long live the bride and groom!
Please, Dalida, a kiss!
This way!
Just a smile!
Champagne!
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.
Come.
You really are ravishing.
My name is Jean Sobieski.
And you?
Me?
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?
Yes.
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.
Why?
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?
"Orlando"?
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.
Lucien
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.
Charming.
- 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
Fantastic!
Absolutely fantastic.
Champagne?
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.
So...
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...
producer.
That's right.
Yes.
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
being-toward-love.
I like your sense of philosophy,
Gigliotti.
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.
Come on.
Wake up!
I did not do it
because I'm fed up with life
but as a protest against
an ignorant public.
Murderers!
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?
No.
To choose life.
Death is sweet.
And yet...
you chose life.
No.
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.
Surprise!
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?
Luigi,
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?
Very.
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.
Pardon?
- No, the book is for you.
- For me?
Come with me.
Don't bring up
her recent tragedy, OK?
Yes.
Please come in.
- Was he nice to you?
- Yes.
Thank you, Mario.
Coffee?
No thanks.
Was Mario OK?
He's very protective.
Yes, he certainly is.
So you like poetry?
Yes.
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?
Yes.
Don't be so formal.
OK.
Wonderful!
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.
Madam?
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.
What?
I'm pregnant.
That's wonderful!
By the young man?
Yes.
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?
No?
No.
Will you tell him?
Never.
What will you do?
Here...
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
Lucio...
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.
Really?
- 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.
What?
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
Fantastic!
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!
Listen...
Listen!
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...
guilty.
Guilty.
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?
Sundays.
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.
Hurry!
Hello.
Darling, this is my friend
Richard Chanfray.
Count of St Germain.
Delighted.
- Who's he?
- The alchemist from TV.
- Transforming lead into gold.
- Just wait till you see him!
Fabulous!
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?
Salute.
...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?
No.
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
Perfect!
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,
anyway.
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,
but...
But?
You can't have children anymore.
What?
Your tubes were too damaged
during your abortion.
Ready, darling?
Will you help me?
Are you OK?
Sure?
You know what?
We're going to do disco.
What?
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!
Cheers!
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!
Pardon?
I don't think everybody heard you.
Leave!
Bruno.
Don't get involved.
Happy new year!
I've had enough.
- To the Palais des Sports!
- Happy new year.
It's over, Richard.
Understand?
- 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.
OK.
- May I?
- Yes.
Watch this.
How are you feeling?
Well.
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
afterwards.
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.
Understand?
We're in agreement?
- We are.
- Good.
Cairo - shooting "The Sixth Day" - 1986
Someone in your life?
Yes.
What's his name?
Michel.
How old is Michel?
Fifty.
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.
Alright?
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.
Really?
What's that?
I made it myself.
You made it yourself?
It's fabulous.
Gorgeous!
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.
Here.
- 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.
Jacqueline,
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