Dalida Page #2

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.

When she was young...

...she was different.

She remained in the dark

for 40 days.

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!

Four eyes!

You're horrible and awful!

Four eyes! Four eyes!

She's someone who had to carve

her own image.

Stop! Stop!

Stop! Stop!

Four eyes!

Four eyes!

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.

Wait.

Now.

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 Giliyoti?

Yes, that's me.

-You are arrested.

-Why?

I've done nothing.

-You cooperate with Nazi...

...like the other bummer.

-I don't know what's going on.

-How?

I don't understand.

I have nothing to do with this.

-You are wrong...

-Shut up!

I'm a musician!

But I've done nothing.

I'm a musician!

-Where does him go?

-I've done nothing.

I've done nothing.

-Father!

-Father!

-Yolanda!

-Father!

-Iolanda!

Father!

Father!

What do you say, Mrs Morisse?

I don't love you anymore.

We're just close friends.

Well?

Long live the bride and groom!

-Thank you. Thank you so much.

-Please, Dalida, a kiss!

Just a smile! Please Dalida.

This way!

Dalida.

Dalida, Lucien! Just a smile!

-Come on. Let's drink something.

-Dalida, can you say something?

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