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[sitar music]

They called me many things.

A girl, a woman, a mother, a lover, a harlot.

A spy.

But through it all, I was a dancer.

My dance is a sacred poem.

In which each moment is a word.

In my life, in this world.

I encountered riff-raff and good people.

I defended myself and I was attacked.

I took from people, took from me.

Sometimes I lost, and sometimes I won

I didn't set out to get fame,

wealth, or countless lovers.

I didn't want to hurt anyone.

Or to change the world.

I lived like a colorful butterfly, in the sun.

[waves crashing]

For most of my life all I wanted was to be in a loving family.

To be a happy wife and mother.

[seagulls squawking] But it was not meant to be.

[Margaretha] John, my poor boy.

[sighing]

Father please, let's not take any longer than necessary.

Say goodbye to your brother,

-Give this flower to him. -Bye.

-You're a good girl-- -In the name of the Father,

the son, and the holy spirit.

-Amen. -Hurry please, I need to go.

Where you going?

To see your mistress?

I'll not have this conversation here.

[seagulls squawking]

Here is the address of the convent that's in Amsterdam.

The letter of reference is inside.

The sisters will take care of Nan.

So you could find a job.

Thank you. Thank you.

[shuffling]

Mom.

Yes darling?

Why are you packing?

We found a beautiful place for your brother. It's time to leave now.

-And travel the seas? -Yes.

We'll be happy. Very happy there.

And what about papa, will we leave him here?

No, of course not.

He'll come later. Sometimes you have to leave to be happy.

How will he find us?

Because he loves you, now close your eyes and sleep.

-It's time to sleep now. -[gentle kiss]

[door banging]

Where have you been?

At the club, but I told them I must leave,

because I have a wife.

[shushes]

Nan is sleeping.

Then she won't disturb us.

[heavy breathing and sighing]

[sighs]

Margaretha?

Margaretha!

Bitch!

Father Bernard!

Captain MacLeod.

I intended to visit you.

Explain this. Where is my wife?

[shrugs]

Your wife wants a divorce.

I don't care what she wants.

In spite of my position and my faith,

I support her decision to leave you.

I'll ask you one more time. Where are my wife and daughter?

Right now,

they are on board a ship

to Amsterdam.

-What did you say? -No.

-No. -I loved him--

Captain Macleod you, you killed your son.

He was sick you stupid bastard--

You--are a murderer.

-It wasn't my fault. -Murdered--Captain Macleod.

Amsterdammer! Who want to buy?

The Macleod's case takes a new turn!

Hanover will become British! Who want to buy? Amsterdammer!

Who want to buy?

The Macleod's case takes a new turn!

-Amsterdammer! -Did I hear correctly?

-The Macleod's case? -Yes?

Can I have one please?

One florin please.

Thank you.

Amsterdammer! Who want to buy?

-One florin. -[floor scraping]

When was the last time,

you'd seen your daughter Margaretha?

Two days ago.

The sisters brought her from the monastery to the court.

To join the hearing.

How is she?

She misses me.

And I miss her too, horribly.

What about your husband?

He also filed, for divorce.

And he's demanding custody of Nan.

What kind of court,

would give a child to a drunk and cheater?

It will never happen.

[bell chimes]

Regina!

Hey sweetheart, you're here.

It's time for breakfast, come.

See, I made your favorite.

Good morning.

Good morning Madam.

Tell me Margaretha,

it must be very hard taking care of someone else's child,

when you can't see yours?

It is.

I do miss her so.

She's so sweet.

Like Regina.

I hope the courts rules in my favor tomorrow.

Margaretha Zelle might be,

permanently deprived of raising and seeing her daughter,

the ruling will take place today the 12th.

The 12th, did you say the 12th?

[gasps]

He lied to me!

Whereas,

Margaretha Geertruida Zelle has failed to appear in this matter.

The court hereby rules in favor of the father, Rudolf Macleod.

In regard to his claim for custody of their daughter,

Jeanne Louise Macleod.

The court further stipulates,

that due to the disrespect she has shown the court,

Margaretha Geertruida Zelle

will have no right to appeal this verdict.

Hey! Go after her!

-Stop her! Stop that girl! -That's my horse!

From this moment forward Margaretha Zelle

will have no rights of visitation with their daughter.

Except as granted by her father, Rudolf Macleod.

Mr. Macleod

will make all decisions regarding Jeanne Louise.

And shall endeavor to raise her properly under his care,

in the absence of her mother.

To aid Mr. Macleod in raising his daughter,

a governess, Reverend madam Tilde Struckman is appointed.

This court is adjourned.

Let's go dear.

-Steer clear of me. -If you say so.

-Too many eyes. -I understand.

Stop her!

-Nan! Nan! -Mommy!

Rudy!

Don't you dare, you're no longer allowed to talk to my daughter.

Please Rudy don't do that, please. Please!

Police, she's violating the court order. Take her away.

Come with me please.

No it's illegal. I did not know.

You have no right to do that without hearing me out, please!

You never had time for your family,

you cared about clothes and admirers,

now you have all the freedom to wallow.

Please!

Don't take away my baby from me!

-Please! -Gentlemen excuse me,

you should not be doing this.

[reporter]Your son Norman-John, he died as an infant.

Was it really your fault?

Are you the reason he got sick?

Your horse is by the entrance, you better go now.

-This isn't my horse. -Did you steal it?

No, monsieur, she did not steal the horse.

She was given permission by monsieur Molière,

who is my boss.

Your name and documents please.

I am Gabriel Astruc.

I work for monsieur Molière as a riding instructor,

in his school.

Evening paper, urgent!

I can't believe this.

What they say about her is horrible!

Good evening, madam, sir.

We need to talk.

You can't stay in our house any longer.

So you have half an hour to collect your things.

But none of this is true.

It's all Rudolf's fault.

As I said you have half an hour!

But where would I go?

It's almost dark out.

Give her what we owe her.

If you are in our house past nine o' clock,

I will call the police.

I beg of you Mr. Peterson, don't put me out on the street.

There is nothing I can do.

Follow me.

You worked little less than two weeks this month.

12 days.

Your pay for 12 days.

It was my wife who hired you, but I can hire you too.

I have a small apartment near the port.

I keep it for business meetings.

It needs a woman's touch.

You won't regret it my dear. I'm very generous.

Shame on you!

[thunder]

[distant laughter]

Please, please, please?

Good evening lady.

Where you going?

-[grunts] -Money, now!

Don't be so rude.

Don't you see how nice she is?

She'll be nice to us,

and then she'll give us money on top of that.

I'm sure you can figure out how to work my trousers madam.

It's you again you bloody bastards!

[grunts and groans]

I see you one more time and you're dead!

You okay?

Take a seat.

Sit please.

Are you okay?

Thank you sir.

You can call me Cyrus.

What are you doing here?

I've come to see madam Polly.

Do you want to work with her?

Of course not.

I came to see my friend.

Okay, let me walk you down there. Come on.

Come.

[sitar music]

[inaudible chatter]

Oh, so you finally decided to accept my offer?

No, no, I needed a place to stay tonight, so I came to see Patti.

Ah.

I am sorry about your daughter.

Your ex is a degenerate, evil man, like all of them.

Patti's room is upstairs.

It looks like she said something to you.

And you answered.

That's right.

That's just tricks from an Indonesian dance.

I learned it when I lived in China with my husband.

[distant chatter]

[moans]

Cyrus thank you so much, really.

My pleasure madam.

What else would please you madam?

Oh sorry. I'm so sorry.

Come on, come on, it was a joke.

Have a good night.

Thank you for everything Cyrus.

[thunder]

[door opening]

Margaret!

Hi.

[laughter]

Hello.

Look at you.

-This is Soriah. -Hello

-Hi -I'm Margaretha.

-Can I stay the night here? -Of course.

We will be working the whole night.

You can take any bed.

Thank you so much.

You know I really loved the way you danced the Sanghyang.

Thank you.

You know the dance?

I do.

[Margaretha chuckles]

You know, when I was a little girl...

I was raised by a servant.

Taught me how to dance.

She was Javanese

I loved her so. [sighs]

I dreamed that one day... I would teach Jeanne how to dance.

But now I can't.

-See you tomorrow morning. -Of course.

-I love you so. [poignant music]

-I love you too, Mommy. -[Sister] Come along.

Can I help you, monsieur ?

[Rudolf] I'm taking my daughter with me

[poignant music continues]

[Surya] Patty tells me she was a servant at your house in Sumatra.

And she told me you paid for her boat fare to come here and escape her husband.

True.

Then I had to do the same.

-Escape. -Yeah.

It is hard with them.

Men with bad manners are like animals.

[Surya] But here it's better.

We choose our clients, and our prices are higher than the ordinary prostitutes.

Yes! I dance naked and then sleep with the men. So...

whether I'm dancing or having sex with them, I feel in control.

But I cannot love anyone, or God will punish me.

[Patty] Love for her is forbidden.

[Surya] If I fall in love, I'd have to stop what I do here.

And then I'd be poor and hungry again.

I don't want that. I like this.

Want to see how we dance?

Patty has a client right now.

[sensual exotic music]

[sensual music continues]

[sensual music continues]

[Gabriel] So, what about Margaretha Zelle?

-What about her? -Well, she certainly proved she knows horses.

-Should I hire her? -I'll get her to say yes.

And on your terms, I promise.

You fell in love with this girl, Gabriel, didn't you?

Well, to be honest...

It seems to me that I did. [chuckles]

[laughs] Only a Frenchman can say

"it seems to me" in answer to that question. [both laugh]

[church bell ringing]

[women chatting indistinctly]

[women singing and laughing]

[wistful music] [sighs]

[wistful music continues]

Morning Margaretha. No, Margaretha? No.

Good morning, Ma'am. Ma'am?

Good evening, Madam. Good morning, Madam.

No! Oh, what is wrong with me?

[frustrated laugh] Right.

So I was, eh, I was just in the area, and, eh...

I was just passing by here and I thought-- No.

[nervous groan]

Right.

Well, perhaps I could, eh... take you, em...

Perhaps I could just take you to lunch. Would that be okay?

[nervous chuckle]

Goodness, this is ridiculous. Let's go.

[bell rings]

Hello, sorry to disturb you. I'm here to see Margaretha Zelle.

-She no longer works here. -I'm sorry? I don't understand.

She was fired.

Oh.

-Hello, Madam. -Mm-hmm.

-Where should I put an ad? -Yes, Miss. Over there.

Thank you.

-Hello, Sir. -Hello.

I would like to advertise my services in your paper.

Your services? As a governess?

-Yes. -I think you would be spending your money in vain.

But you have no right to refuse me.

As you wish. I was only trying to save your money.

It will be one and a half florin.

[slams coins on counter] Thank you.

You were in court!

How do you write all this filth about me?

No, no, Madam, I didn't lie. I just embellished a bit.

But hey, now that you're famous, I could pay you for an interview.

-If you can give me juicy stuff. -Juicy stuff?

[shouting] Juicy stuff!

I can't believe it.

[church bell ringing]

Hello, Father. I need to confess.

It keeps coming back.

I see myself striking my husband with an axe.

It wakes me up. Shaking, terrified.

And then, I lie awake.

And I can only think of how to kill him.

And this violence I have in my heart, it scares me, Father.

I'm having strange feelings towards men.

[sighs] [soft solemn music]

I want to make them pay.

I want to make them eat out of my hand.

Hate will rot inside you.

Love is the only path to God's kingdom.

The man you hate so much...

Did you marry him for love?

No, I did not.

But I tried, with all my heart.

[sighs] I feel abandoned. I feel betrayed.

I feel humiliated.

I'm starting to blame God.

What am I to do, Father? Please help me.

I beg you.

[priest] You must pray every day, my dear.

So that you will find the way back to God.

[priest continues] God will guide you.

So they're calling you a whore? To hell with them.

Prove them right!

Make enough money to shut them all up,

starting with that bastard husband of yours.

And how will I make money?

No one in this town will ever hire me.

I will. Patty says you can dance.

You will be dancing with the girls.

I have been dancing since I was five.

She could never do what I do.

I think she can. But she cannot sleep with men.

They will never give her daughter back if she is a prostitute.

-Could I just dance? -No.

Patty and Surya have clients.

We are paid much more than the ordinary prostitutes.

But I can not do that.

You understand? Patty's right.

If the court found out that I was sleeping--

Patty needs to shut up and talk less.

And remember where I pulled you from!

-Thank you. -I do remember, Madam,

But Margaretha is different.

If I had any money, just enough to get my daughter back

I would go far away from this town, far away.

[Cyrus] Hello, Polly.

-Hello. -Can I pour myself a drink?

-I'll do that. -Thank you.

[exotic music]

[exotic music continues with soft drumming]

I can help you.

What did you say?

How?

The Aquatail is leaving for Paris tomorrow morning.

It's in France.

I happen to know the man who chartered the boat. He's a friend of mine.

And I'm sure he would take a woman and her child in distress on board.

You're so kind, Cyrus.

Can I count on you for that? Is it true?

Yes. Don't you worry, Miss Zelle.

Everything's going to be alright.

I'm very sorry about what happened to that woman, Gabriel.

But you understand that this ship will be leaving tomorrow at 7:30 in the morning.

I know.

I just...

I don't understand what she could have done to them.

Well, uh, read the paper.

"Margaretha Zelle has disgraced herself with every possible sin.

She used to drink, smoke opium...

had several lovers while being the wife of a Dutch officer and mother to his children.

She is also responsible for the death of her youngest child,

having contracted a disease from her lover while pregnant.

Her husband, who could no longer cope with his sorrow, has had to resign--"

I don't believe any of this rubbish!

[sighs] You don't know this woman, Gabriel.

You have no reason to believe otherwise.

I understand that you're trying to protect me, and that...

-you'd like me to stop thinking about her because-- -Yeah. Yes, you're right.

Just want you to think about your job.

-Good afternoon, Monsieur Mollier. -Hello.

Everything is ready to be loaded. You want me to check?

Gabriel, go with Cyrus. I'll join you later.

[Gabriel] I just wanna go over some last minute things...

[Gabriel] By the time I got to the courthouse...

Well, the reporters were already everywhere.

Well... tomorrow we leave and I'm not going to see her again.

[chuckles] She's made a real impression on you, hasn't she?

She's made an impression on everyone. Look at that.

[Cyrus] Wait... This is Margaretha.

That friend I was telling you about

-who needs a seat on the ship. -Are you serious?

[laughs] You bet I am.

This is Margaretha, I know her. She's a friend of Patty.

What are you saying? Where is she?

She's going to be on the port tomorrow morning with her daughter.

Tomorrow morning. A time to set sail.

-Let's drink to that. -Cheers, then.

[anticipatory music]

-Shhhh... -Rudolf--

-Quiet! You'll wake the girl. -[Margaretha gasps]

I could kill you. The police would be on my side.

[Margaretha gasps]

-[Margaretha gasping] -Do what I say if you want to live.

[Rudolph grunts] [Margaretha screams]

[heavy breathing]

[moaning and crying]

[Rudolph grunts] [Margaretha yelps]

[both shout]

[Margaretha panting]

Dad!

-[Rudolf] Please! Don't kill me Margaretha, please! -[Tilda] Rudolf!

[Rudolf] Run away! She's insane!

-Are you hurt? -She's trying to kill me.

You! You abandon your child. You almost kill her father!

You're a monster.

-You don't understand. -[Tilda] Well, I do understand.

Rudolf told the truth about you. I've seen it.

You see how you've frightened your daughter!

Get out!

Take the child to bed, then go to my room.

What's the time?

You have to pull yourself together, Astruc.

I just asked about the time.

She'll be here, okay?

Yeah well honestly, what is the time?

Five past seven.

-Another 25 minutes. -Something's wrong.

She'll be here.

Do you have the address for that tavern?

There's only 20 minutes left. She should be here by now, something's wrong.

Hey, guys! What's happening?

Monsieur Mollier, would it be possible to have a bit more time to go and get Margaretha Zelle?

-Captain? -Twenty-five minutes.

Alright. But not longer than half an hour.

No problem, thank you! Let's go.

Where is Margaretha?

You're so goddamn polite, Cyrus.

I'm sorry. Good morning. Where is she?

-On the Aquatail with you. -Margaretha's not here?

[Cyrus] No.

[Patty] She said she was going on a trip. She is not with you?

No.

Well, where did she go? We have to stop her.

She put on a warm dress and a coat. I asked her if it was so cold in France?

But she just smiled.

-A coat? And a dress? -Mm-hmm.

[Cyrus] That'll drag her down to the bottom faster.

-I'm afraid she's planning to drown herself. -Yes, but where?

She asked from which pier she'd get the best view of the city.

She said she wants to say goodbye to the city before leaving.

And what did you say?

Ecofe Pier.

-Come on Cyrus, we have to go. -[Cyrus] Thank you!

[somber music]

[somber music continues]

[Cyrus] It's this way! Let's go!

Margaretha!

There's the pier!

Where--

[somber music continues]

-[Gabriel] Bring her in! Quickly! Hurry up! -[Cyrus grunts]

[Cyrus] Margaretha! Margaretha, breathe!

[coughs and splutters]

-[Gabriel] Bring her up, bring her up, she can't breathe. -[Margaretha gasps]

We need to bring her inside.

I thought I'd lost you.

Come with me to Paris, Margaretha. You can stay at my house, as long as you need.

We'll find a way, we will fight to find your daughter.

I will be there with you, every step of the way.

I'll help you find a new life.

[uplifting music]

[uplifting music continues]

[ending music]

[soft dramatic intro music]

[sighs] My sweet Non, I miss you so...

[piano music] I do not know if your father will let you read this letter.

I do not even know if you've learned how to read.

I know so little about you, and yet I think of you constantly.

I love you so much.

I've not forgotten my promise to you...

I'm doing all I can to find a way for us to be together.

He won't.

[oriental style music]

[music becomes more suspenseful]

[music fades]

[birds chirping]

[soft and slow orchestral music]

I miss it so!

-What, mother? -The circus. More than him.

Your father's death was a tragedy, but I miss the circus more.

It takes power to hold on to a trapeze.

And the day I lost my balance jumping from the trapeze onto the horse...

it haunts me! [sighs]

That day I knew it was finished.

It was over for me.

I did not have the strength in me anymore... to go on.

[Lucienne in distance] ...acting like a queen, waiting for you to fix her breakfast.

And me... look at me. [sighs]

In this kitchen!

Cooking and washing... What about her?

[Lucienne] She doesn't lift a finger around here.

What gives her the right? Who does she think she is?

[Lucas] Mother, please. Not so loud, she might hear you.

Oh.

So, I won't even be allowed to say what I feel in my own house.

That woman upstairs, my son, she will be your downfall.

She will ruin you.

Mark my words.

She is no good for you-- [door opens loudly]

-[Margaretha] Morning. -[Lucas] Morning Margaretha.

-Coffee? -No, no, no. Thanks.

I have an early lesson.

[Lucas] Oh, who's coming in so early?

I'll see you in the evening.

And I'll be paying today.

I insist on buying dinner.

[door slams]

[soft orchestral music]

You are in love with her.

But she is just using you.

The neighbors ask me about her all the time: "Who is this woman?"

And what do you tell them, mother?

I tell them Margaretha is my son's woman.

I can't tell them that she's just a foreigner

who won't even sleep with you, can I?

I don't need that kind of love.

You need a woman. Someone to make you feel like a man.

[coughing in the background]

Shh.

[gentle violin music]

[people moan softly]

[music fades]

[Maximilian] Where is your aunt, Mademoiselle?

-We are going to miss it. -I wouldn't mind missing it.

What a ridiculous idea to go watch an execution. [gasps softly]

And this is too early in the morning.

Aunt.

Lydia.

You look gorgeous.

It takes a while for me now to look gorgeous, unlike my niece.

Horses are ready.

Let's go.

[whispers]

[horses neighing]

Hey Ludder.

[horses neighing] Come!

[horse neighs in background] [Margaretha] Hello, Lucas.

-Hello Mademoiselle, you're so early! -I like to come here,

early in the morning, when it's quiet and there's no people around.

Here, catch!

-Oh, can I? -[giggles] Of course.

[Margaretha] You're so good with horses.

[Lucas] I spend all my days with them. I understand them.

And do you ride well too?

-I've never rode outside. -Would you like to try?

-[Margaretha giggles] -Is it allowed?

Why not? [smacks a kiss] Hmm?

[horses galloping]

[Lucas] Whoa.

[Margaretha pants] What is that?

[Margaretha and horse pant]

[confuse background chattering]

Are you alright, Mademoiselle?

I'm fine. [background chatter]

How can one's life get to end so horribly?

[pastor speaks in background]

It's not interesting at all.

[captain shouts] Ready! [guns load]

Aim!

[convict] Please, Lord, no!

Life means nothing.

[convict cries] Please, Lord, no!

Fire! [gunshots]

[horses neigh loudly]

[Lydia screams] No!

Don't leave me.

-[gasps] -Mademoiselle...

[turbulent music]

[Lydia pants and moans]

[galloping intensifies]

[Margaretha spurs the horse and pants]

[Lydia screams] [water splashes]

[panting]

Madame! Are you alright? Can you hear me?

-Are you alright Madame? -[Lydia coughs and pants]

-[Margaretha] Wake up -[Lydia coughs]

-Are you alright? -[Lydia pants]

Madame...

Come, get up.

[Lucas] Mademoiselle!

Try to stand up. Come on, you can make it! [pants]

[water splashes]

[Lucas] Mademoiselle!

[door opens]

[Lydia] My dear.

[Lydia] I'm glad to see they've laundered your clothes.

Yes, Madame. Thank you.

On the way here, Margaretha shared her story with me. It was so touching.

Sit down, please, dear.

[sighs] I have a terrible headache. Zlatka?

So, what are you up to now?

I am teaching horseback riding for the ladies at Monsieur Malle's.

-Monsieur Malle? -Mm-hmm.

How long have you been working for him?

About a year now.

Ah! [whispers] I think I could help you, dear.

You've done already so much for me, Madame.

-[Margaretha] Sympathy is so rare these days. -[Lydia laughs softly]

I think that I can offer more than sympathy.

-[giggles softly] -[Lydia] Zlatka, bring my jewelry box.

I have an idea.

Come closer, dear.

Come.

You will move in here.

You will have free room and board,

and I will pay you a salary to be my personal riding teacher.

What do you say?

It's so unexpected...

-I have to think about it. -There is nothing to think about.

[Lydia] We shall bring your things here tomorrow.

[sighs] A small token...

of gratitude, for saving my life.

[sighs repeatedly]

It's too much, I cannot accept, I'm sorry.

[Lydia] This is nothing.

My driver will take you wherever you need now.

[soft piano music]

[car engine running]

-[driver] Mademoiselle. -Thank you so much.

Sonaïve,oh my God.

[Maximilian] Well done, my dear.

For a moment I almost believed you were sincerely grateful. [chuckles]

What do you want with her?

[Lydia] I want her. [laughs ominously]

But don't worry, you'll stay with me too.

And besides, we'll have our dear Maximilian

to get the better of his rider from Monsieur Malle.

Do you have a plan?

Not yet, but she has taken the bait.

[tense orchestral music]

[Margaretha] Oh wow!

Mademoiselle.

I've never been in an automobile before. Am I saying it right?

-You're saying it absolutely perfectly. -[Margaretha giggles]

[both giggle]

-I enjoyed it so much! -I'm very happy you enjoyed it.

-[Margaretha] Thank you. -Well, have a nice day, and I'll see you again soon.

[Gabriel] Margaretha.

-[Margaretha] Good afternoon. -[lady] Good afternoon, Mademoiselle.

-[Margaretha] Thank you so much, Gabriel. -My pleasure.

So, how's the lady you saved?

A little bit bruised, that's all. But she's going to be fine.

[Gabriel] Ah, monsieur Malle!

-Margaretha is back with us. -Yeah.

[panting lightly] You had us worried, and I don't like it.

Disappearing, just like that...

I'm so sorry Mr. Malle, I just wanted to take the boy for a ride,

-and this woman fell, and I just wanted-- -[Mr. Malle] I know, I know.

Lucas told me all about it. You came... in an automobile.

That woman you said, who is she?

Her name is, huh, her.

Madame Kireevskaya. Did she promise you anything?

-[Monsieur Malle] Did she invite you into her house? -Yes.

-She did. -You're an honest woman, Margaretha.

I have always appreciated that, and I still do.

I'm sorry, I don't understand. What are you trying to say?

It's not that simple. In a word, I'll give you a choice.

Either you continue your relationship with Madame Kireevskaya,

or you work for me. You can't do both.

Why not?

My clients are respectable people.

I have their daughters training here.

But Kireevskaya, on the other hand,

is not welcome in any respectable house.

She is rich,

and that's the only thing that is keeping her out of prison.

I swear Margaretha, this is true.

[sighs]

I have to think about it.

Well, it's your choice.

But it will ruin your reputation.

And our friendship.

I'm sorry to say that.

[lawyer] Nice doll. I think your daughter will be happy.

I didn't put any notes to no one in the box.

Mr. MacLeod doesn't allow any letters from me.

I know this, and I appreciate your honesty, Madame.

But this is inhumane.

And I would be happy to violate this prohibition.

Thank you.

Well, here it is. Everything I thought you need.

I will be back in a few minutes.

-He really is a nice man. -Yes.

Do you think he can hire a lawyer in Amsterdam for me?

I have the money now.

Oh.

So...

you've decided to accept Kireevskaya's money, after all.

I need it, Gabriel.

-Really. -No, I understand.

You'll be performing at the ball, won't you?

For the opening ceremony of the stables.

I will.

I could ask Malle to, huh...

to land you 2,000 Francs against your salary,

and mine, of course.

-You would do that? -Well, he knows your situation.

He'd be happy to know that you've refused that dirty money.

[indistinct chattering]

[shouts] Monsieur Hubert!

-Mademoiselle. -Hello.

Could you please give this to the Countess now?

Of course. Is there a message?

-No. -No message?

No message.

[accordion playing]

[car engine]

[sings]

[tense and dramatic music]

[coins tinkle]

[dramatic music continues]

Look at me! Why?

-I hope the horse is clean. -They are Monsieur Ridoh.

Oh, they are?

How dare you talk back to me? [shouts] Get out!

Blowing off steam.

[chuckles]

[Maximilian] Lydia.

What brings you here?

Oh, I just came to see how things are going.

Only three students in such a school.

Huh? If my people talked less and worked more, business would be flourishing.

[giggles] You are a very good lover, Maximilian.

But you are a very bad businessman.

But I would like to help you, as your friend.

[laughs] How?

-By investing more money on me? -[laughs] No, no.

-I'll help you to move closer to Vincent. -Are you joking?

[Maximilian] There's only one owner in Vincent,

and it's Malle. There's no way to compete with him

Look. He sent me invitations to his ball.

"To my dear colleague, Maximilian Ridoh."

-[sighs] He's mocking me. -[Lydia] No, no, no. No!

No, no, let me see.

Have you found her?

Of course I have.

She lives in an apartment onCours des Carbonieres.

With Gabriel Astruc and his mother.

You still can't forget that Dutch girl, can you?

She had the nerve to reject me. Nobody gets away with this.

If you want, I can find ways to make her suffer.

-You know what I want? -Hmm?

I want her to come to me by herself.

And then... Then, we'll see.

[Maximilian laughs] [whispers] Oh, God.

I'm so excited Monsieur Malle invited me to dance at his party!

Think dancing is such a great thing?

Do you really?

I can't believe you of all people say that! You were a star of the circus.

That I was.

And look at me now! This kitchen has become my life.

The life of a star is fleeting.

When you are famous and rich it is hard to remember.

No one is better than the other.

You forget that the crowds are cheering and that they're not falling at your feet.

[Margaretha] I would not change just because I became a star.

It's not a choice, Margaretha.

You get accustomed to the crowd cheering you and loving you. And before you even realize it

you think you are better. But no.

It's all an illusion.

No, it's not.

You did something.

You're judging me for wanting more than I have?

Well, you know what I've got?

I've got nothing.

I don't just want more. I need more.

How will I get back to my daughter?

With riding lessons? [giggles sarcastically]

You held the audience in your hands.

You made a good living.

Well...

I'll drink to that.

[Lucienne] Here.

Drink to my past, and I will drink to your future.

More wine?

[gentle orchestral music]

-[Lucas] Mademoiselle, Monsieur Astruc, good evening. -[Margaretha] Good evening.

You're late. Monsieur Malle was asking about you.

[Gabriel] Yes, I'm so sorry, we were choosing a costume for Margaretha.

-[both giggle] -It looks very good.

Yes, I've heard you're replacing the dancer who got sick. It's very exciting.

Don't worry, monsieur Malle said he's looking forward to it.

He said: "Today is a special day and we should all have a very good time!"

[Gabriel] Actually where is he? I'd like to have a word with him.

[Lucas] Probably-- He's over there, with the guests.

And he asked me to make sure no one gets lost and bring them here. So, if you'll excuse me.

-Right. Thanks very much Lucas. -See you later.

Looks like it's going to be a lovely evening.

I hope so!

[lively classical music] [indistinct background chatter]

-This is what you call thebeau monde? -Yes, indeed.

[Gabriel] The rich and the powerful. The damned and the beautiful.

The upper class at its best.

They're damned? But we're not damned, are we?

No, we're not. Especially not you, Margaretha.

And I have some great news.

I talked to Malle and he promised to lend you the money you need,

by the end of season.

-Oh my God, Gabriel, this is wonderful! -I know.

I don't know how to thank you.

But I haven't done anything. Malle is the one lending you the money, not me.

[whispers]

Margaretha, please don't do that.

My devotion is true love to you, Margaretha, and once you understand that, then...

well, maybe something might be possible between us.

[giggles] Aw. Don't be silly, you lovely prince.

Now, come and dance with me.

-Good evening Madame, Monsieur. -[both] Good evening.

-[Hubert] Maximilian Ridoh. -Monsieur Malle invited us.

Welcome. It's at the front of the stables.

-Could you show us the way, please? -Certainly.

Oh! You were with my dear Margaretha the day I almost died.

-Weren't you? -Yes, it was me, Madame. Now, if you please.

[gentle classical music]

Good evening, my savior.

-[Lydia giggles] -Madame, what are you doing here?

My friend Maximilian has been invited to the ball.

You remember Maximilian, don't you?

What? Are you afraid of me?

Oh no! You shouldn't be. I just wanted to thank you.

And I don't need anything. Excuse me.

[Lydia] Of course. Good luck! And remember, I'm a friend.

[car engine on]

[ominous music]

Why is it running? Isn't it bad for the engine?

Sometimes, when it's cold, it has a little difficulty in starting.

You know, my friend, I would love to have a drink.

Is there any way you can show me to the ball?

[Lucas] Huh, yes, of course.

Can I come back and sit in the car after that?

My friend, you can come back here and sit anytime you like.

Follow me.

[host] And now, a special treat.

Margaretha Zelle will perform an authentic Javanese dance.

[oriental music starts]

[oriental music continues]

You mix the powder with the chemicals, and you let it settle,

and then you get out of there.

Got it?

Go.

[music intensifies]

And now I know what I will do when she comes running back to me.

Sometimes you scare me, Lydia.

I like humiliation. It excites me terribly.

[horse neighs loudly]

[screams in pain]

[menacing music] [chemicals sizzle]

Bravo!

What is that lady doing here? She shouldn't be here, Monsieur Malle.

[crowd still applauding]

[fire bursts loudly]

She's full of lust carnal.

-Madame Kireevskaya, what brings you here? -[Lydia sighs]

This lady is with me.

-I am Maximilian Ridoh. -I am sorry, Monsieur Ridoh, but this is private property,

-and I have to ask the lady to leave.

-What? -Oh no. Don't Maximilian.

We are leaving. And thank you, you were a wonderful host. Goodbye.

[fire crackling]

-[Lucas] Hello? Who's there? -[Hubert] Oh, you're back!

[male voice moans]

-Someone is in there. -Oh!

-[Hubert] I don't hear anything. -Listen.

[soft moaning]

There it is again!

Kill him.

[music builds] [Lucas grunts]

[Lydia] Take him to the stables.

Maximilian, help him!

Come on!

[Indian music]

[Indian music continues]

[music fades]

I never knew you were such a dancer.

Amazing dancer.

You should have seen them staring at you.

Fire!

[horses]

[tense music]

[unknown] Get the horses.

He's in the back stable.

The building!

Sh sh sh [horses panic]

Gabriel!

[Gabriel] Yes.

To the right, there's too much fire that way.

Take them right now.

To the back pasture, take them to the back pasture.

[tense music continues]

Go on!

Come, come. Take all these horses.

Go! Faster!

[screaming]

[Margaretha] No!

[somber music]

What is it?

Doctor.

I need a doctor.

Let's go and gets some water and wash that acid off.

[choking]

[unintelligible]

Just get in the car.

Let's go.

Sit down in the car Maximillian.

Gabriel,

Monsieur Moyet,

what did the doctor say?

He never regained consciousness before he...

[somber music]

[sobbing]

[somber music continues]

I think you ride me better than you ride your precious horses.

You enjoy humiliating me, don't you?

It's a way for me to have power over you.

I don't want power.

I just do what you want me to.

Everyone does what I want,

except that foolish girl.

I would have given her everything,

my love, my friendship, my money.

I burnt the stables to the ground,

she'll be back in no time, I can assure you.

[church bell]

[general chatter]

Someone is here for you.

You have two minutes, no more, hurry!

Madam Kireevskaya asked me to say good morning.

She's inviting you over too.

I can't leave now,

if I leave now I loose my job.

I understand.

Working in a wash house must be really tough.

Hands blistered,

eyes burnt with bleach.

Oh dear,

you will turn into an old lady in no time.

It puts food on the table.

Yeah,

too bad.

Madam Kireevskaya had something really interesting to offer you.

I think I know what she wants.

And yet,

give it a thought.

We're out of coffee but I found some chicory.

It's nice.

Oh,

they found your purse at the stables.

I think it's all there.

I haven't found a job yet, but I was able to borrow

a little money, not a lot,

but enough to pay the lawyers for the weekend

to get a little food.

We don't want you to starve

before seeing your daughter do we.

I can't live off of you.

I don't want a story either.

[somber music]

What do you have in mind?

I've got to pull myself together.

[unintelligible]

Hello Mademoiselle.

-This way please. -Thank you.

[Margaretha] Hello madam.

Oh, Margaretha.

It's marvelous to see you.

A second.

Oh,

poor thing.

You look so pale.

Tea and sweets will be served in a second.

You're so kind to me.

I owe you an apology.

Bertha,

don't be nervous.

People are talking

nonsense about me.

It's envy, nothing more.

Come, come and sit.

If you're still interested

in hiring me as a riding teacher,

I would be

-glad to... -Oh yes.

Yes, but,

it was before I saw you dancing.

You are so beautiful,

so wonderful, there's so much passion

and emotions.

Well, my friends

will pay good money for that to see you.

I'm afraid I don't follow you.

-What? -Are you asking me to perform?

Yes.

Don't say no.

I need to think about it.

Margaretha, you need to think about your daughter.

You need money to get her back, right?

Oh, you can rehearse right here.

We will discuss the details tomorrow, and now,

Bertha please?

You need to go to the cinema

to see Isadora Dunken dance.

Thank you dear.

This is for the ticket.

-I don't know what to say. -You can show me gratitude

when you're famous. Now, will you excuse me.

I have some business to do.

I understand.

-Thank you. -Bye, thank you so much.

-Good bye. -Bye.

[gentle music] [cinema reel]

[gentle music increases]

[Indian music]

[horses trot]

[church bells ring]

-Monsieur Flachard. -Lydia!

-This is Camilla. -Ah, I heard a lot about you.

Madam, nice to meet you.

My dearest Mr. Flachard himself.

The King of Parisian entrepreneur, a house!

She is my new prima ballerina.

She is a divine dancer.

Oh, I am sure she is! [giggles]

Beata, please tell our dearest Margaretha

that she should start in five minutes.

And we will have some champagne

and I will explain your roles. [laughs]

[dramatic orchestral music]

[fast pacing dance music]

[music drowns speech]

[music continues]

Bravo! [claps] Brilliant!

-Bravo! -Excellent, isn't it Mr. Flachard?

I need to catch my breath!

You are a miracle... indeed a miracle!

Camilla, come here.

It was delightful, I couldn't take my eyes off you.

-Oh! -And this music, it is splendid!

Your opinion is very important for Margaretha and for me.

We are wishing her huge success.

You are bound to succeed.

I think Mr. Flachard is absolutely right, you will be a star, my dear.

-Thank you. -It was great.

-Thank you. -Bravo, bravo! [claps]

Thank you so much, so much!

[sighs]

-So, how did it go? -Fantastic!

Good!

She's taking such good care of me.

Have you ever start to wonder why?

Why have you been helping me all these years?

Coz I'm your friend.

And I... and eh... well that should be enough.

She's my friend too.

Can you please find Beata for me?

Yeah... I'll go and get her.

-[giggling] -So, what do you think?

-The failure is guaranteed? -Absolutely!

It's hard to imagine something more absurd than that!

[Lydia] Well, great then!

This poor woman is in my hands now.

[sitar music]

[dramatic music]

[music continues]

[French accordion music]

I really don't know what to do, I only have one idea, to run away.

And where? I owe this woman 2000 francs.

She will have me put in jail and ruin my reputation!

She's such a hypocrite!

This woman's dangerous, she's looking for revenge, you know that?

But why?

I just wonder if it actually matters.

At the stage we're at now, I think we just need to know...

-what to do next! -I don't know!

-Lydia's powerful and she's rich and-- -We can find a solution!

Yes, of course, you're right, and God will help us.

We just have to find the sign. That's what you mean?

[music continues]

I know this routine.

This is developed by the Gartan family in Russia!

It's very risky actually, for a circus.

Look at this!

[music continues]

[people cheering]

That's amazing!

[all clapping and cheering]

-Cyrus! -Margaretha, so nice to see you!

Nice to see you too!

We've been looking all over Paris for you!

-Gabriel, my friend! -Hi, how are you Cyrus?

-How are you? -I'm good, thank you.

So you take yourself for an acrobat now, that's new!

But wait a second, you just said we... were looking.

-We... who's the we? -Just wait and see.

-Oh, Patty! -Patty. [all laughing]

I missed you so much!

Oh, look at you, you're so beautiful!

Eh... you two together?

Yes, we are [giggles] and I hope for life.

What about you two?

-No, no, we're just friends. -Just friends. [chuckles]

-But the best of friends hey? -Of course, of course.

Alright... let's go somewhere to celebrate!

-Yes. -Yes. [all giggle]

So this Portuguese asshole climbs on stage and grabs Patty,

but I was right there.

I turned him around and... boom... [laughs]

punched him in the face and the guy just fell like a brick.

Then that asshole turned out to be a major shipowner.

Yeah, we had to run away very fast. [laughing]

He also beat up two lawyers at the Portuguese [unintelligible]

and a Policeman! [laughs]

I couldn't meet such a great man, could I?

No, you certainly couldn't!

How did you end up in the circus?

Well, that's a long story, but I used to know Victor before.

I was on a ship which goes between Glasgow and New York.

The artists did shows for the passengers doing all sorts of risky stunts.

It was a long journey and people enjoyed watching other people flirting with death.

Yeah, I will as always hang by a thread.

So, what about you two?

I have to give a performance in a week and it's gonna be a disaster.

Really? So, don't do it then.

I can't, I owe a lot of money, to a woman.

-And this woman is a liar? -She's trying to disgrace Margaretha

and she's trying to gain complete control of you.

-What are you going to dance? -Srimpi. [giggles]

-Come on Patty. -Eh, sorry.

Why people will never understand what is Srimpi.

If you want to impress anyone in this town you have to learn the dances.

You're right. I'm ready!

I would do everything to avoid such humiliation, really.

And we'll help you! I mean, Patty will help you! [laughs]

-You'd do that? -Yes.

-You'll teach me? -Sure!

You, are heaven sent for me.

If you're able to help me... I would be so grateful.

Ahem... I don't know how this dame became such an angle!

-[all giggling] -She's always divine.

Do you have enough money to arrange everything?

No, no, to be honest we don't have any money

but I know someone that would be glad to lend it to me right?

Yeah!

-OK... toast! -Cheers guys, cheers!

[glasses clinking]

[bottoms up]

[uncorks bottle]

I want another drink!

-I'm sorry Sir but can you pay for it-- -I demand another drink!

Can I see the money please?

Give me another drink, I'll pay it afterwards.

I cannot, I can't.

Let’s go dear, let's go home Riddock.

No, I'm begging you, I'm having such a wonderful time!

-Let's go home! -I can't leave.

I can't pay so, I can't leave.

Alright, I'll pay for you but this is the last time!

Why the last time?

You just paid 3000 for Margaretha and who knows who else!

That is none of your business, let's go!

And we've been through so much together.

After all we did to Mollier.

That horrible fire, that dead kid.

-[slaps] -Oh! [all laugh]

I thought I'd become special to you.

-I was obviously wrong. -Alright, let's go my dear, let's go home.

I'll do anything you say, Lydia.

Bye boys, I'll see you in hell! [laughs loud]

[exotic dance music]

I hate this dance.

Why is that?

It makes me think of dirty sailors from around the world,

who used to stare at my girl.

Margaretha will have some clothes at the end of this.

And she won't be dancing in a brothel!

No, depends how you look at it.

[music continues]

-Have you seen the Baron? -Not since yesterday.

He was drunk as a skunk, let him sleep... in his lair.

-How is our foolish girl? -Rehearsing!

She bought a heap of fabrics... found the musicians.

By the way, how much does she owe me already?

-5668 francs. -Great!

Different music! [door opening]

Hubert, I need to see this!

[exotic dance music]

She might actually win the audience over with that dance.

I wish I'd burnt her in those stables.

Well, since you brought it up Madam, Murdoch has been talking

an awful lot lately about that [unintelligible] even to strangers.

I would have gotten rid of him long ago but I thought he could control his mouth!

-Perhaps he can't. -Just say the word, madam.

[music continues]

I completely forgot, this letter came for you this afternoon.

It's from the Consulate.

[sighs]

Do you remember the man... that was given my [unintelligible]?

-Yeah. -He writes here that Rudolf.

[unintelligible] in Dunkirk.

I could go to see her.

It will take a couple of days and you should be practicing

for your performance.

I know.

Should I get a cab for the station, put some of madam's money to good use?

You stay in Paris and I will go alone.

Abbi will never accept me if I come with a man.

Right.

-You're drinking too much Maximilian! -Yes I am!

And you do too much talking!

You should mention the fire in the stables everywhere you go!

You don't want to end up getting guillotined, do you?

[chase music]

[gasps]

[tumbles]

You must look after me and you must me very kind to me,

because if I go down... you will go down.

[panting]

We have to make sure that doesn't happen.

So from now on you're going to be very generous to me.

I have great needs!

-Are you blackmailing me? -[chuckles]

You're stuck with me.

[rock fragments]

You and me... it's for life.

[laughs]

[door slams shut]

What the hell...

Don't move!

Don't move!

Ah!

[cursing]

[gun falls]

[dramatic music] [grunting]

[music building]

[gunshot]

[gasps]

Don't scream!

Oh, no!

No, no, no, no, no.

Calm down.

I don't want to scream, calm down please.

Here... drink a little.

Take it!

Calm down.

I think that... it is the best way for him.

Oh yes, [nervous laugh] it is the best way for him

and it is the best way for me.

[footsteps]

Everything is alright!

Hubert... calm down, everything is alright Hubert.

Hubert, this young man... he saved my life!

[pistol unlocking]

And please... take care of this.

Yeah, I'll take care of it.

Thank you dear and we will get out of your way.

Come with me boy!

Come with me.

Everything is alright.

I just want to thank you. come with me.

[ominous music]

OK.

[music continues]

[knocks]

Hello, I'm Margaretha.

Margaretha Zelle, Nan's mother.

What do you want?

I came here all the way from Paris.

I traveled all night long just to see my daughter.

Please... let me just have her and then I'll go, I promise...

You have my word.

Won't you let me in?

[soft instrumental music]

[anticipatory music]

Mommy!

Oh, my love!

Time to get ready, we must go to church.

I want to go to church with you!

The kind of woman you are isn't the kind that belongs in the House of God!

Time... for your morning prayer.

[soft piano music]

[praying softly]

[sheets rustling]

[door opening]

[clicks open]

There are only business papers there!

[giggles]

-Any money? -Oh!

-I have to leave. -Why?

You don't need to leave so you shouldn't leave.

I like you... you're a cute boy,

and I am very very rich!

-They'll kill me if I stay in person. -Oh, who are they?

I know a lot of people... I know the right people.

And I can protect you.

So... so tell me... what's the problem?

Collard and I were supposed to steal some golden statue

from some old fort house.

But we couldn't get it.

The old man shot Paul down and I ran away.

That's all.

Sit down dear.

So, it was a huge house and it had a golden statue, right?

-Yeah. -Who's that man?

His name is Eugene Guimet?

I think so maybe... but I only remember the house.

You have been sent to me by the devil himself.

Oh, my!

[laughs] Religious!

That's adorable!

Mam... we're late!

I shouldn't have... let you in!

[heavy footsteps]

Mommy, take me with you, please.

Sweetheart you must understand... the Lord does not allow me to see you.

I shouldn't even be here.

If I take you away the policeman will be very angry

and then we will be put in prison, you understand?

But I promised you, I'll find a way for us to be together again, OK?

You trust me, eh? You must be patient!

-I love you so much! [footsteps] -Hurry!

Get dressed! Hurry!

You should leave now!

[unsettling music]

[door clunked shut]

[dramatic music]

[weeping]

[music continues]

[steam train]

[blows whistle]

[rattling]

[soft train rattle]

Somebody died because of a statue?

I shot that bastard but I missed the second one, unfortunately.

-Ah! -Please.

-Is it real gold? -Yes, the purest gold.

I bought it from Cambodian pirates, paid a good price for it.

Have you thought about my offer?

Opening an Asian museum?

-Yes. -With an Oriental dance?

-Yes. -Indonesian, you said?

I assure you Maître it will be a sensation.

And besides, we will help a wonderful woman

to make her dream come through.

Yes, yes... she wants to get her daughter back?

If you only heard the way she speaks about her daughter

makes me cry every time I hear it.

-Are you planning to invite someone? -Just a few friends!

I'm confident your guests will be kind enough to vouch for Madam Macleod?

Certainly... choose the place.

I think here will be perfect!

Wonderful!

[door opening]

-Good afternoon Monsieur Camil. -Have a seat.

Tell me...

I don't have [mumbling].

The old man killed Collard, but he escaped.

-And Voda? -Still in the old man's house.

That old son of a bitch made a fool of me!

The client will be very unhappy and surely won't pay!

You need to find Mathieu, got it?

[car engine]

Right there, right there!

Who are you, what do you want?

[anticipatory music]

Is it him?

He is coming.

[Lydia] Hubert, do something!

I believe you're quite safe Madam, he just wants the boy.

Good evening madam.

I beg your pardon.

[car door opening]

Time to go home Mathieu.

[tense music]

[Lydia] One moment please.

You need a golden Buddha, don't you?

You couldn't keep your mouth shut stupid son of a bitch. [gasps]

[gasps]

You can kill him, if you want... but it won't get you the gold.

If you listen to me Mathieu will bring you what you want.

You are playing with fire lady!

Oh, it is something I enjoy doing.

Risk... is my second greatest passion, after men.

This boy is very good... and I haven't played enough with him.

He has always been popular with the ladies.

So... what do you suggest?

Oh... Chimei museum will be opening tomorrow.

There will be a woman there... someone I don't wish well.

But you will be with me.

He will steal the golden Buddha during the performance

and will bring it to you.

Interesting... but you could be charged as his accomplice.

Yes... Mathieu will steal something else too.

We'll plant those things among this woman's.

She will be accused of stealing

which will make me very very sad and disappointed.

[chuckles] You are even more dangerous than me, madam.

[laughs] Yes, I take it as a compliment.

Oh, well.

Have it your way then.

But when my guys will go with you... they'll keep an eye on our handsome boy.

Go with him!

[car engine]

[horses trotting]

Sir, welcome!

I feel like an idiot, why are we here?

Because Paris said so.

Madame, Monsieur...

What's wrong with you?

You see the guy that just came in?

-Yeah, welcome. -His name's Mathieu.

-Who? -He's got a knife.

Good evening, welcome.

He's a thief and a murderer.

I saw him once in Marseille.

-Hello. -Good evening.

And I think I saw him again last time at Kireevskaya's.

Maybe he's just a gigolo!

-Welcome. -Let's hope so.

-Watch the car, will you? -Alright, I will.

[soft orchestral music]

It's time to put your make-up on.

-What's the matter, Margaretha? -I'm scared.

What if I fail?

You know the right way to end this dance, don't you?

What did you feel when you first got naked in public?

It was like... losing your virginity.

A bit painful at first... but then you start feeling the power of the man.

You saw me naked.

What do you think about my body?

-Like a Goddess. -[smiles]

Thank you.

Yes, very special.

I think it will be something that you really enjoy.

[gong resonates]

[doors open]

[soft exotic music]

[exotic dance music]

It's up here.

[gong]

Mathieu!

You're still a thief, I see!

[music building]

[gasps]

[music continues]

[gasps]

[gasps]

[gunshot]

[flash]

Monsieur Guimet, Monsieur Guimet.

In only two days three men have died because of your golden idol!

You feel right displaying it when it has so much blood on it?

You are right, I will send the Buddha to my bank safe right away.

I shall not let it endanger anyone, anybody.

These are the criminals who attempted to steal the exhibits from the museum.

Their names are Mathieu Niwa, and Hubert Surdier.

Oh, Hubert, I didn't expect it from you!

You and that boy killed those four men?

Arrest her!

-[chuckles] -[Mathieu] It was all her plan!

She wanted us to steal the Buddha!

Nobody will believe you, little fool!

I will!

-[laughs] -And, don't count on help

from your protectors this time.

Baron Rhedock... disappeared a few days ago.

His servants claim that he went to your place.

Madam, is this so?

-[laughs] You've proved nothing! -Absolutely!

But there's one circumstance, we finally found the body

of Monsieur Rhedock and we retrieved the bullet.

I don't think it will very difficult for us,

to prove that the bullet came from the gun

of the man we have arrested who is your lover, Mathieu.

I believe it would be easy for us to make him speak the truth.

Madam Kireevskaya... you're under arrest.

[flash]

Monsieur Guimet, I don't know what happened

but I found these jewels in my pocket!

I swear I didn't put them there!

Those criminals wanted to set you up.

Please keep it as a present.

Gentlemen... this lovely lady...

impressed us... with her grace and boldness.

She saved this terrible night... with her amazing beauty.

And if it were not for this heinous crime, I would say... that I'm happy.

-And what is her name? -Please don't!

I understand.

Her name is... Mata Hari.

Remember this name... Mata Hari.

Which means, "The eye of the day".

[ending music]

[soft dramatic intro music]

The Father, Son, and the Holy Spirit

[Priest] I now pronounce you husband and wife.

The rings, please.

Yes.

[inhales] OK.

[rings clink]

[silence]

[gentle music]

You may kiss the bride.

[music pace increases]

Now should we sign the registration?

Yes.

[music intensity increases]

-Thank you. -[Gabriel] Thank you, Father.

Well... Madame Astruc.

-[Margarethaha laughs] -What shall we do next?

Let's get back my daughter.

Let's.

[instrumental music]

[dramatic music]

[music crescendo]

But you promised me on your trial.

You must be patient.

I'm doing everything I can.

Meanwhile... we should expose your ex-husband

as a sick, mean, depraved man

and an alcoholic unable to raise a child.

While we present you as a stable woman

who is now married and can give your daughter a real family.

[shore birds chatter]

[orchestral music]

[Margaretha] Find everything you can to prove that he's violent.

Proof about his drinking and his... womanizing...

his bad ways.

Here's an advance.

And... my ex-husband's address.

Very well then, I will do that.

Give me a few days.

I'm counting on you.

Thank you.

[gunshot] [man in distance] High General.

Monsieur MacLeod has arrived.

[gun clicks]

[doors rattle]

You should stop drinking my dear brother.

Well this is a very good cognac

I haven't had one this good in... a long time.

What do you want?

My ex-wife has sued against me to get her daughter back.

That's terrible.

Your name will appear in all the newspapers again.

Yes, brother help me.

You love the girl that much?

To be honest, I hate Margaretha that much.

I don't want to be connected with this trial.

Well then this bitch will win

over a retired captain of the royal troops.

and the brother of General Wernhel.

That's an impressive scenario.

Journalists will be very excited.

-I'm here. -[Gabriel] Hi.

-I'll take that. How was your day? -Thank you. Good.

-[Gabriel] I made dinner. -[Margaretha laughs]

That's so perfect.

[Margaretha] Take a seat. I'll serve you.

Thank you.

I'm your wife, Tol.

[Margaretha[ I didn't tell you? I...

found out the name of the judge who can help us.

Great. When do you think we could start?

Tomorrow, 3 p.m.

Mr. Solbakken will be in our shop

He's a church warden and one of his duties is to buy flowers for charity dinners.

OK, wasting more money, I see.

There's no other way.

Decency is an expensive obstruction.

But I'm ready to do anything for Nan.

[sighs] Yeah, I understand that.

So tell me about Stolbakken.

-[exhales] He's 62. -Mm-hmm.

He's a radically devoted Protestant. He's married.

Five children, six grandchildren.

He's a good family man.

And how's this gonna happen?

You would need to go to the Botanical Garden...

to meet his assistant.

OK.

I must say, uh...

it's not such a bad thing being a married man.

Especially when you're, uh...

married to the woman you love.

I think today makes six months, right?

Right.

[Margaretha] So that should be enough time for us... to um...

to have a reputation as decent citizens.

Don't you think?

Of course.

If Monsieur Stolbakken wants to find anything else about us...

he'd hear only good things, wouldn't he?

In that case... to our success.

-To our success. -[glasses clink]

[street chatter]

[birds tweeting]

Mr. VonKerer.

Your wife asked for a meeting with Judge Stolbakken.

Yes, but, uh... well, no one in his office would give me a shot.

I know. The Judge is a church elder.

He will want to buy some flowers for the coming church feast.

I'll bring him to you.

And, uh...

-when will that be? -Tomorrow.

-Are you sure? -Absolutely.

Here you go.

I'm not going to count it.

Well I wouldn't try to cheat you, Monsieur.

[bell rings]

What is so special about this flower?

'Cause I would have thought you could buy it anywhere, but...

I know nothing about plants.

This shop was recommended to me

by some people who know about these things.

[Gabriel] These come straight from England, sir.

They're a very special kind.

[door opens and closes]

Hari.

Not here, not now.

Is everything alright?

Yes, thank you. It's just my wife's former husband.

He's refusing to give us her daughter.

On what grounds?

Well... there was a court ruling last year but it was illegal.

He slandered my wife in public and then the judge chose to believe him.

You must be a very nice man

to be willing to raise someone else's child.

Well I love Margaretha very much.

So I'm prepared to love her daughter just as much.

Why do you ask?

Well, I'm an elderman at the church

but I also happen to be a judge

at the royal court.

Maybe you should introduce me to her.

-Really? -Maybe I can help.

I'm sorry. Thank you.

[sighs] But there was not one word of truth

about me in this newspaper.

My husband... made it all up.

And no one would listen to me.

So I...

had to leave Amsterdam.

And thanks God...

I met Gabriel.

We're doing good now.

We have everything to raise Nan.

Everything except...

father consent.

He would rather let her die

than to let me take care of her.

I look at your case

see if there's something I can do.

But of course, if you tell the truth

and nothing but the truth

there'll be good.

It is the truth.

I swear, Your Honor.

So, we'll be on our way.

I must pay for the flowers.

Oh no, uh... Your Honor, we couldn't possibly let you pay for the flowers.

Let it be a present from us.

That's really not necessary.

You'll hear from me soon.

[sighs] You give me hope.

Thank you.

Thank you.

[sad music]

Thank you very much, Your Honor.

OK... you will get the rest after the hearing.

You're quite an actress Madame.

I'll do everything as you said.

I wasn't acting.

This is real to me.

I wish we could find another way to do this.

Stolbakken will give us everything we need

and out of the goodness of his heart.

The royal court hereby rules

to revoke the decision made earlier

and to allow Margarethaha Geertruida Astruc, born Zelle

to see her daughter,

Jeanne-Louise MacLeod.

This is a farce.

This woman is a disgrace.

completely dishonest woman, not fit to raise a child.

Mr. MacLeod,

if you interrupt me one more time I will hold you in contempt. Sit down.

Will we be together now?

Yes, we are together now.

Can we leave please?

Yes, uh, just a moment, please.

Brother!

What's going on?

-[hammer strikes] -Order.

[sad music]

I am General Fernchell.

Yes. We are in session.

[whispers] Can I speak to you in private? [inaudible]

You'll never have it your way, you filthy whore.

Shut up, you scum!

I'll cut your ears off and shove them down your throat, froggy.

She's got to get back with her father.

-[hammer strikes] -[Judge] Order.

In view of circumstances unknown to this court

the previous judgement of the royal court will stand.

Jeanne-Louise will remain with her father.

[dramatic music]

[heavy breathing]

-[Judge] I am sorry. -What? What?

-Come now. -No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no! It can't be true.

It can't be true. It's not possible.

No, no. Don't touch my daughter.

[screaming] You don't touch my daughter!

My daughter! No way, no!

[muffled] You can't do this.

[Margaretha shouting]

-[Jeanne-Louise] Mommy! Mommy! -[Margaretha] No!

No! [cries]

This has become quite impossible.

[clears throat]

[sobbing]

[dramatic music]

[sobbing and breathing heavily]

You will pay one day... all of you.

You'll pay!

Go to hell! Go to hell!

What's next?

[Gabriel] Margaretha...

-For God's sake. -God? Who is your God?

-But it's not over yet. -Of course not.

God is obviously not willing to help me anymore.

What are you saying Margaretha? I don't recognize you.

Well... get used to it.

There's no justice.

The only thing you need is a brother who's General

-and then you can get away from anything. -That's not true.

[exhales] Are you blind?

Have you seen what happened in there?

We need to sell the house and the shop today.

But we can't. What will people say?

I don't care... what people say or think.

It does me no good to be decent.

And we're no longer husband and wife.

You can sell the ring.

Margaretha.

Margaretha doesn't exist anymore.

I'm Mata Hari now.

[drumming music]

[bell rings]

Hurry up. Hurry up. Get in here, come on.

Arriving today is Mata Hari,

Javanese princess.

[drumming music continues]

[cameras click] [photographers chatter]

[symbols chime]

[drumming and Hindi music]

[Hindi singing]

[slow instrumental music]

[music beat increases]

[Hindi music continues]

[applause and cheering]

So you are Mata Hari now?

Yes, sir. You gave me this name.

I remember.

I will be happy to see your dance once again.

You can see a lot more.

I have many other dances in my repertoire now.

How can I help?

I need some access to a private party.

Mr. Astruc is currently negotiating with some theatres

but has no connection to the upper classes.

Why would anyone pay for your private performance

when they can see you dance in the theatre?

You can't see everything in the theatre, my dear man.

Well...

maybe I could arrange for a few private events.

Trust me, I will take a chance.

I will not ask you for help again.

Good.

[horse and carriage clatters]

Mr. Messimy

[Butler] Gabriel Astruc has arrived.

Please, bring him in.

Minister, thank you so much for the time.

And why did Mata Hari herself not come?

She's busy with rehearsals.

Oh. Oh, yes.

But tomorrow at the reception in my mansion, I hope.

Of course, Minister.

We will certainly be attending.

We dutifully respect the Minister's kind invitation.

I hope Mata Hari is also able to accept

the gentleman's personal invitation.

The journalists seem to think so.

Yes, yes, I read the newspapers.

And I even saw her performance and... she is...

very, very, very good,

your Javanese princess. [laughs]

We'll be waiting for you tomorrow.

[bell rings] [door opens]

See Monsieur out.

And write both his name and name of Mata Hari

on the list of guests invited to the reception.

Goodbye, Minister.

[scoffs]

[dogs barking]

[dogs whimper]

Have you picked out anyone yet?

All those men hunting down one poor animal in a field.

Are you sure you can have any one you want?

Absolutely.

[scoffs]

I don't need just any one.

I need the one who can give me power and money.

I wish I could give you what you want.

These Spanish ones are damn vigorous.

What have you done for the great sport of the English hunt?

Is this how Russians do it?

It's how Tartars do it.

But not the Russians.

Too young.

I hear he likes dressing up like a woman.

And not only dressing up.

Good Lord.

[men chatter]

He's a family man.

So he comes with more position.

Though he could give me money.

And he does have a lot of money, I must say.

What about our old friend, Messimy?

It is thanks to his money that we're here after all.

True.

He has connections.

But he's too greedy.

[clears throat] So...

Have you caught that poor fox after all?

It got away.

So I killed the stupid dog instead.

Your hand, my lady.

He killed a dog.

I guess the Count surely must find the way out.

He didn't mean that, Count.

If you gentleman disapprove, say it to my face.

The hunt is always about murder.

Or do you think the fox deserved to die more than the stupid dog who failed to catch it?

How do you find the Spanish Grandee...

slaughtering a fine loyal hound.

Unbelievable cruelty.

Makes me wonder how he treats people.

He's rich, the king loves him.

But His Majesty, Alfonso II, has to send him away to Paris.

The Count has killed four people in duals in just one month.

How charming.

Looks like the Count has made an impression on you.

I believe he impressed everyone.

Don't you think?

Those are in the wrong glasses, I'm sorry. You can drink from the bottle.

-[woman chuckles] -Yeah, I brought them all. [chuckles]

You will pick up the glove...

and hide it.

[chatter]

Monsieur Astruc.

Yes, of course. The room charges?

I do apologize...

But Madame's room

has only been paid until yesterday.

Perhaps it would be convenient

to resolve the matter now.

-Absolutely, I shall be down in 15 minutes. -No.

We can settle this right away.

Gabriel...

can you please, uh, bring me my cheque book, hm?

Of course.

Would you bring us a cup of tea, please.

[dramatic music]

Tea for the lady.

[suspenseful music]

Here you are.

This should be sufficient.

More than sufficient.

I am delighted that the incomparable Mata Hari

will grace us with her presence

for another two weeks.

Perhaps even longer.

I'm looking to buy a house here in Paris, but I haven't...

decided yet on that one.

Good hunting, madam.

-Good day. -Good day.

You see? The Count is already helping us without even knowing it.

If it was not for the glove distracting that man's attention,

he would have insisted we pay cash.

You do not have a single centime in that account.

[exhales]

They could try to cash that cheque at any moment.

-In two weeks-- -In two weeks...

we'll have the money.

Hmm.

[swords clinging]

Count is them good... don't you think?

I don't understand fencing.

Fighting against three opponents

must be rather difficult, I suppose.

Yes, yes, it's very difficult.

Trust me, I've done it plenty of times.

Well you really must tell me about it some time.

I would be very happy if you stayed after dinner.

Baba.

[whispers] Distract him.

Mr. Messimy...

would you say this war between Russia and Japan has gone on long enough?

You're the best of the best, as usual.

Excuse me, Count.

I saw you in battle and would like to express my genuine admiration.

It was amazing... and my heart stopped a few times.

You move so gracefully.

I say that as a... dancer.

Is that so?

And I believe your name is?

[laughs] Count...

didn't you recognize?

She's the most talked about celebrity in Paris.

The one and only Mata Hari,

Javanese princess.

[laughs] Or is it Japanese?

Well... something like that.

I heard about you.

You are the dancer who undresses in public.

Your appreciation was most flattering.

Thank you.

You know, Count...

where I come from, a real man doesn't take out his failure on a mindless creature

It's considered indecent.

And you are the one to talk about decency?

Madame.

And you are the one to talk about art?

I perform an ancient sacred dance

While your ancestors were still hopping around

in animal skins,

mine were already admiring the beauty of a woman's body.

[scoffs] And she shows hers to everyone.

So is the big brave Count running away... from a verbal fight with me?

Hmm?

Does the Javanese princess win over the Spanish Count?

Damn whore.

Oh, is that your full title? Damn whore Count?

She's not worth it.

You are a scoundrel, Monsieur. How dare you speak to a lady like this?

Wonderful.

Can I at least deal with an arrogant bastard who isn't wearing a skirt?

I'll show you where the scandal is.

I'll tear you into pieces and feed them to the dogs.

Why do you need your dogs?

Can you not feed yourself?

What was your name while you are still alive?

Monsieur.

My name is and will be Gabriel Astruc.

Are you a noble man?

I'm French.

[scoffs]

That's not enough.

One has to be worthy of being killed by Spanish Grandee.

Can I get this man to be a Baron?

Yes, it can be arranged within a couple of weeks.

Wonderful.

We change your title in a couple of weeks...

and I will send you my seconds.

Don't even think about running away.

From you?

Why would I?

[whispers] What have you done Gabriel? What have you done?

I was defending your honor.

It was reckless.

We shouldn't have gone so far.

[horses clatter]

Scandal at Messimy's house

[inaudible]

Newspaper!

-You can keep the change. -Oh, thanks!

[vendor] Newspaper, sir?

[scoffs]

What's so interesting, Count Costello?

The paper found out about our incident at Messimy's.

[sighs]

A dual or an insult to Mata Hari?

She dances naked. How could one possibly insult her?

Apparently she's a Javanese princess.

It's not considered as shameful there.

I've been to Java, Señor. I've never seen anything like that.

You should ask her and...

[inaudible]

He's clearly in love with her.

Oh well.

There will be one less fool there very soon.

She was the one who started it.

And I'm sure she did it for a reason, but why?

You're a diplomat, Señor.

Perhaps it's some sort of a provocation.

Maybe someone paid her to do it.

Yeah, but why?

To get rid of me?

What's the name of that, uh...

-Astruc. -Right.

He's not the kind of man who can kill me in a dual.

No.

Does she want to embarrass me in front of the King?

Too small a scale.

I don't understand what she could possibly want from me.

Senor...

you are thinking about her.

Maybe this is her intention.

In that case...

-she's quite charming. -Oh.

And the best way to get a woman out of your head...

-is to get her in your bed? -[laughs]

There are rumors that she is a whore.

I'm not so sure that they are correct.

I heard the princess signed a cheque for her hotel room and it bounced.

So I believe she has no income other than her dancing.

That's impossible.

-I don't know. -Well...

At least I know she's not a plain prostitute.

[fencing swords clang]

[fencers grunt]

-Hiya. -Hiya.

I need a rest.

[panting]

You see?

I can fight back.

[laughs] Of course, Gabriel. You were amazing.

She doesn't seem too worried for you.

Well... hmm.

I've been trying to convince her that I can manage on my own.

And she seems convinced.

Right...

You don't know much about fencing.

But seriously... what are my chances?

Not good.

We start at normal pace, and you missed two out of three blows.

It means at high pace it will be three

out of three.

Well, one should be enough.

-How much time do we got? -I'm not sure.

Maybe none.

[in distance] Shall we try it again?

Baron.

[laughs]

Well here it is, my friend.

I'm a nobleman now. [laughs]

Baron Gabriel Astruc.

That sounds fine, doesn't it?

Count Costello said

that tomorrow at half past five in the morning

he'll be waiting for the Baron.

Uh-huh. Where?

The address is written here.

The Count hopes that no one but the Baron and his second will come there.

Of course not.

I'm a Baron now.

Perhaps I should have a castle. [chuckles]

Gabriel...

-Mm. -I want to know where the dual will be.

That's for me and my second alone.

Gabriel!

I was wrong. She is upset.

Can you get someone to act as my, uh, second.

Of course. Tomorrow morning he will be anywhere you say.

Alright.

Let's start again, hm?

This time don't hold back. The faster the better.

[swords clang and fencers grunt]

Walter!

I told you that lunch with us was a bad idea.

Have pity on that horse.

I certainly don't disagree.

What a surprise... Mata Hari.

At least you wear some clothes on when riding.

I believe it's because the princess is riding a horse,

not a man.

Well a real man doesn't prove himself by attacking helpless women,

Señor Macheda.

Your ways of protection are luckily not available for us.

You have to try it. You're talkative like a woman.

Maybe you will succeed in that capacity.

[inaudible]

I can look after myself.

I was looking for you.

You surprised me again.

I thought you were going to say you ran into me by accident.

May we speak in private?

I assume you came on behalf of your friend to beg me to spare his life.

But I'm sorry to disappoint you.

It's impossible.

[sighs] He doesn't know I'm here.

-He's trying for the fight. -This does him credit.

I'm begging you to show... generosity of spirit.

Forget it.

He insulted me and he will pay the price.

Isn't there anything I can do to change your mind?

Tell me what's your price?

I'll pay and get the satisfaction from you.

You recognize this?

It's your glove from that hunt where you slaughtered a dog

because you couldn't get the fox.

[scoffs]

Best of luck.

[dramatic music]

I feel like killing her

or sleeping with her.

Hi.

What time is it?

Five in the morning, mademoiselle.

Perfect. I'll have a coffee and change the ice bucket.

[dramatic music continues]

I feel like making love rather than killing this morning.

I think that choice is better.

Yes it is.

[sniffs]

Even if he showed up now

you could refuse to fight

and still declare victory.

Being late by an hour is unacceptable.

[car engine rattles]

Forgive me, gentlemen.

I had some urgent business to attend to.

How is your wound?

-I've had worse. -Great.

Margaretha convinced me that you are a true and loyal friend

which is why you defended her the way you did.

I offer you peace.

Especially now that I have broken the protocol.

You will continue taking care of Margaretha's business. Oh, sorry

Mata Hari's business.

But on slightly different terms.

What do you mean?

Let's get some breakfast.

I'm starving.

[car engine roars]

Oh Count, we are very happy to see you.

-Gabriel. -I believe I need to thank you for saving my life.

And congratulations. It looks like you got what you wanted.

[sad music]

[Margaretha] Thank you.

Welcome.

[sad music continues]

[ending music]

[passionate gasping]

[sexual moaning]

[heavy sighing]

[laughs]

Thanks Tony..

We should get some sleep.

I'm going to freshen up.

You look so good.

-I do? -Yes, so good.

Look in the drawer.

This? What is this?

It's a letter from the director of the boarding school.

They're expecting her...

Jeanne.

Where's the boarding school?

Somewhere near Valencia.

So,

you believe

that I want to get back my daughter

and then send her to a boarding school the next day?

You didn't think she was going to stay with us did you?

The life we lead...

[somber music]

One day she's going to see her mother

Yes.

You're right.

Another man in her mother's bed is not a good example to follow.

Clever girl.

We need to get some sleep.

[somber music continues]

[Indian music]

[Indian music increases]

[music continues]

[music fades]

[symphonic music]

[symphonic music increases]

[man] So that's not bad at all.

[man] So that's not bad at all.

And very interesting costumes.

Mata Hari always chooses the best.

That's why she has to lose everything

and as for her, the actual costumes are done by Benoît.

[Diaghilev] Even if she dances with no clothes on,

it would hardly be good enough to take part in my ballet.

[symphonic music continues]

[Gabriel] Look at the audience,

they can't take their eyes off her.

This is not a ballet audience,

this audience is ignorant.

You understand Count Costello will spare no expense

to arrange this show with you, don't you?

Is the Count involved in the contract?

Yes.

Well of course, as the contract stipulated.

[Diaghilev] But why didn't you say that before!

[applause]

Bravo! Bravo!

Tonight's important Count, perhaps we could postpone

this meeting with Kroidorf till tomorrow?

She couldn't wait to meet the Colonel.

We spend lots of money to find a way, why postpone it?

Diaghilev's an important impresario.

Working with him and the Russians,

it could be a great opportunity.

You and I are doing quite well on our own don't you think?

Mata Hari is a European sensation,

you are her impresario.

[priest] Mara Hari, repent your sins.

The exhibitionism must stop.

May I help you Sir?

How much for all of it?

Five hundred.

I will pay you 500 a piece

if you throw them at these witches

and their shepherd.

[Gabriel] For God's sake Count!

Here you go.

I'm going I don't want to see this.

[laughter]

[symphonic music]

[crowd cheering]

Encore, bravo!

[crowd cheering]

[crowd cheering]

[man in crowd] Oh Maestro!

Maestro!

Maestro! Tell me, tell me.

What is the secret behind the great successor

of Vincent Bars, hey?

It should be you,

the music, your leads, huh?

I am not the reason for the success,

I assure you. Not even the music.

Mata Hari.

She's the real star of this ballet.

Maestro! Maestro.

Please, lastly, tell me...

We'll have to make a little detour Colonel.

Colonel Sebastian Kroidorf at your service, Count.

By the way, let's get dinner tonight.

I was in such a rush,

we can pop into the bar right now if you wish?

If the ball...

Sinks down in the caviar,

it means it's genuine.

[laughter] If it doesn't,

-[Diaghilev] it means... -It means the ball

is a witch.

[laughter] Let's try.

-Opah! -[Mata] Wow.

Alright, I'm ready to sign the contract.

Gabriel!

-[Gabriel] Yes? -[Diaghilev] Pour champagne.

-Hello. -Ah!

Monsieur Diaghilev.

I'm so glad to see you.

The pleasure is mine.

-Darling. -Hello my love.

This is, Colonel Kroidorf.

I think we've met Sir.

-Yes we have. -We have to go soon to Amsterdam.

I'm sorry, monsieur,

I will have to ask you to postpone the rehearsals.

Oh, it is impossible.

I cannot change the dates for the entire company.

Not agreed, we wrote this in the contract.

I'm sorry then.

No one says 'no' to Sergei Diaghilev madam!

monsieur Diaghilev,

I have other priorities.

My ballet will be remembered forever.

And you,

will be soon forgotten!

Ah, monsieur Diaghilev,

please I...

[Mata laughs]

What a scoundrel.

This is the man you wanted to trust

with Margaretha's career?

Forget him.

The only thing that matters to me,

is to get back to my daughter.

I'm not sure you understand.

Diaghilev is the most important impresario in Europe.

-So? -And so you should be

calling him back!

Why do we need this bear?

He can go back to his Siberia. [laughter]

I believe you didn't want him anywhere near Margaretha

because then she would stop depending on you.

-You're out of line! -Hey, hey, hey.

Gentlemen.

No need to argue.

Please.

I'm sorry,

Count.

It's nothing.

Ah, Sir,

are you willing to help me?

I am.

Let's drink to that then.

Are you going to do what we agreed Colonel?

Of course my Lord.

If it so,

I'll put you in charge of one of my estates.

It's good money and a chance to steal a little bit now and then.

But if you don't...

I assure you my Lord,

-I would never dream... -If you don't...

I'll send you back to the colonies.

Where you belong.

We're here.

Wonderful.

[barking]

[driver] Woah.

Good afternoon Count.

He's a Count, but I'm a General.

Count Costello,

Madam Mata Hari to see the General.

[somber music]

Good afternoon Count.

Sit down dear.

Well, let's start shall we?

I have agreed to meet with you

out of respect

for your family.

And for your country.

As for the suggestions you made in your letter,

I find them absurd!

But why?

Mother wanting to reunite with her daughter.

She's a dancer and a courtesan.

General,

only my respect to your home and you personally,

is keeping me from killing monsieur MacLeod

right now and delivering the poor girl

for his company for good.

I think, Count,

that status and class are not just empty words.

We belong to a certain circle,

whereas,

-your companion is... -I'm a Spanish Grandee

Third Count Costello,

there aren't so many people of my circle in the world

and definitely none in this room.

I believe it is time to introduce our friend.

Colonel!

[gentle music]

Colonel Kroidorf.

[laughs] Brilliant.

You haven't drunk away all your memory yet.

Very good for you.

[Count] Gentlemen,

may I introduce you to Colonel Kroidorf.

Kroidorf used to be MacLeods superior

during the last years of his service in Sumatra.

I will let you tell them the rest.

It happened seven years ago.

After MacLeod was drinking a lot,

his wife, well you were his wife then.

-Where have you been? -At the club.

-Oooohhh. -Jeanne is sleeping.

[tense music]

[Colonel] In his drunken rage, he abused her constantly.

To the point where she could take it no more.

She asked for help from my chaplain, Father Bernard.

Here is the address

of the Carminates in Amsterdam.

Margaretha managed to get away

before he did any more harm to her and her daughter.

Since they were gone,

he could not take out his rage on his family.

[tense music continues]

He went straight to see Father Bernard

and took it out on him.

It wasn't my fault, he had a bad heart, brother.

Explain this, where is my wife?

You strangled him Captain!

[MacLeod] No, I just went to talk to him.

You're making absurd accusations.

I got so angry,

but I didn't think he would die.

-Where did they go? -Captain MacLeod...

If anyone's to blame, it's her.

Out of respect for your family,

I covered it up.

I allowed your brother to resign without any investigation.

But the Colonel's conscience has never been at ease.

And probably will never be.

Is that so?

And the condition that would soothe

the noble Colonel's conscience would be

giving Jeanne Louise back to this woman?

General,

you have more medals than the last time I saw you.

Did you get them for the court battles against me?

Hmm? [laughs]

We need to talk.

In private.

For a minute.

Brother, this is complete...

From now on you call me General

and Sir. Do you understand?

You moron!

You'll give the girl back to that woman.

I will not let anyone mess with my name.

Is that clear?

-Sir, I want to tell you... -Is that clear?

Wipe your face Captain.

We will do what you ask.

Wonderful.

So we will go to court tomorrow morning

to, what was his name?

Stolbakken.

Royal Judge Stolbakken.

He's the one to make the decision in my favor.

And give me the custody documents.

Stolbakken.

Why Stolbakken?

I barely know him.

Don't under estimate yourself, General.

It only took you two minutes to corrupt an honest man.

It should not be different this time.

Fine. Tomorrow.

At eleven.

You'll have all the documents.

If you want,

you can spend some time with your daughter tomorrow morning.

What?

Why?

We can give the man the chance

to say goodbye to his own daughter.

We'll come to get her at 12 noon.

She better be ready.

Gentlemen.

Good morning General,

did you sleep well?

Yes, thank you.

The papers aren't ready yet, what do you want?

I want to witness your conversation with the judge.

I can't do what you're asking me to do.

I have explained the situation to you.

Why did you bring her here anyway?

-We can't discuss this... -In front of a witness?

That is what you wanted to say.

That's exactly why I came here.

To see how one strikes a deal with justice.

Trying to help you was a big mistake.

[laughter]

And help me what...

Find justice?

Please,

don't let my presence embarrass you.

Is your daughter still married to a staff officer your honor?

Yes.

And no one is hindering his career?

No.

And he will keep advancing in the ranks.

Sign it.

[intriguing music]

Ha!

It's that simple.

God!

How pathetic.

The rest doesn't interest me.

I'll be waiting for the papers outside.

Good day gentlemen.

[talking all at once]

Does Count Costello know you're here?

Yes, he said you were going to expose a judge.

[giggling]

I certainly am.

Behind this door, Judge Stolbakken is

preparing a court resolution in my favor in

a deal with the General.

[journalist] In a legal resolution?

Absolutely legal

and it took me years

to get it legally.

[journalist] We've been briefed about your situation.

Oh, here's the gentleman I told you about.

And here is the ruling

they're all yours gentlemen.

[journalists] One question...

A few questions...

Please?

[journalists shouting]

So,

you got what you wanted?

Margaretha.

[gentle music] You okay?

Nun,

baby, it's mommy.

Nun.

My love,

we're here.

It's mommy.

Who are you?

Where's Rudolf MacLeod and my daughter.

[Lucas] I am Lucas Kolar,

the landlord.

This is my apartment.

As for

Captain MacLeod...

Well the hell is he?

MacLeod and his daughter

moved out without notice this morning.

He's related to you, is that correct?

He owes me money.

If someone does not pay,

I will have to go to court.

Where are they?

-I don't know. -Answer me now!

I don't know, I swear, I don't know.

I came here to get my dues.

-You're dues? -My dues.

Oh, lady!

[crying]

Nun.

My love.

They ran away.

Don't worry.

We'll find them, I'll hire detectives.

Of course we'll find them,

that's for sure.

[somber music]

I'm sure.

I just don't have the guts but we have the money.

You think the General helped him?

But why?

To hurt me.

And to mess with you.

But he will deny everything.

And go away free.

And take my documents.

What if it's not him?

Then who?

I know it's him.

Trust me. You have to help me please.

Please.

I want him to pay.

I want him to pay.

[somber music]

Of course my love.

[somber music increases]

[Count] Are you Horowitz?

Head of the Paris branch of the Pinkertons agency.

Yes Count

Do you know who I am?

It's my job to know.

Count Don Jesús Costello.

Friend of the King of Spain.

An enemy of the Prime Minister.

I have a very delicate matter to discuss with you.

Please.

Please.

There's a woman

Margaretha, if I'm not mistaken.

She has a daughter.

For many years Margaretha has tried take custody

of her child from her ex-husband.

Recently she succeeded.

With your help.

Yes.

Unfortunately I could not resist her wishes.

But secretly I persuaded her husband

to run away with her daughter.

I gave him money.

And sent him to some trusted people.

And now Mata Hari has cancelled all her performances.

Refused to leave the house,

and doesn't want to see anyone. Am I right?

Yes.

And I want you to give her hope.

You will travel the world looking

for Rudolf and Jeanne Louise MacLeod.

But never find them.

You're a very smart man.

I value your praise.

However,

our agency has a very reputable name.

It will be lies

to tell her we didn't do a successful search.

I will pay double rates.

And you will send me a weekly report

of your search progress.

It's not easy to fake a convincing search.

How much do you need? Triple?

Tomorrow I will send my people to yours.

[somber music]

I agree.

You won't get this letter my dear Nun.

Because I don't even know where you are.

And I will keep writing because someday I will find you.

And we can read all these letters together.

I know now I must be stronger than I've ever been.

And I will be strong, for you.

There's no one that can stop me,

nothing I will not do.

If I need money, I will make it.

If I need power, I will take it.

I swear I will find you my darling.

No matter what.

[somber music increases]

[crowd chatter]

[music fades]

[Indian music]

[Indian music continues]

Hey!

[Indian music continues]

Mata Hari!

I love you!

[screams]

[distressed shouts]

[Kramer] On Wednesday we moved a man

he told us about from... [unintelligible]

On Friday,

he was supposed to be taken to Germany.

[Elizabeth] I already know this Sir Kramer.

He wasn't dually protected, why?

[Kramer] We had 12 men guarding him,

I'm sorry.

It was all I could provide.

[Elizabeth] Twelve apostles

couldn't save their Christ.

And Roman Cortez is much more important to Germany.

[Kramer] Frankly speaking, this Cuban looks like

your claret and water to me.

So full of himself.

Trying to order us around.

Do you think it's a good excuse for you?

We're here.

We didn't touch anything.

Our agents have been watching the house.

[knock]

Welcome Senior.

[foreboding music]

They knocked on your door using your code.

The agent opened the door,

and was killed before he could fire his gun.

The intruders were very professional.

[foreboding music continues]

Two agents rush to attack,

but they cut ones throat and stabbed the other.

A fourth agent appeared and fired several times

before they shot him.

And the man fell down.

The intruders went upstairs

where they encountered two more agents

and killed them.

[foreboding music continues]

This man was wounded by two bullets,

they finished him off with a shot to the head.

This one was used as a human shield.

And...

he's left his card.

[Count] Don't be afraid.

You're under my protection now.

That's what those other men told me too.

Now I can only pray for them.

I curse the day I got involved.

[foreboding music continues]

Another move like this,

and you will ruin the party.

Check!

Elizabeth.

Leave us!

Cortez was kidnapped

by Jesus Costello.

That's his family crest.

So the man who is essential

to the negotiations to the Americans

who we've been hiding for years,

-he is now in Costello's hands? -Yes.

The Count is in Paris now,

he will soon move Cortez to Spain.

Then Spanish will get to blackmail America.

And get whatever they want.

We need that leverage for ourselves.

And Cortez is our best chance to get it

by using the Spanish / America conflict against them.

I understand.

The Americans would make any deal

rather than let the world know that they blew up

their own battleship in Havana's Port.

We can't let the Spanish get Cortez.

We'll block all Spanish routes out of the country.

We'll make Costello lie low

and look for other ways to get

Cortez across the border.

[Kramer] Good.

You have all our agents

in Spain, France and England at your disposal.

But you must act quickly and efficiently.

An operation of this scale can't go on long

Before the enemy gets wind of it.

I agree.

We'll find someone close to Costello

to help us.

Do you have anyone in mind?

A perfect candidate.

Have you ever heard of Mata Hari?

Check.

Damn, you stimmed me.

You mean Mata Hari the dancer?

The Counts long time mistress.

Oh well,

I guess...

You could try.

[suspenseful music]

I don't try Colonel,

I do.

Check mate.

[struggle]

[suspenseful music continues]

Thank God it's you.

I have to change into this trash.

Walk around this artists area for two hours

and make sure I'm not being followed.

So,

you wanted to see me?

I'm all ears.

I'm going mad here, when can I leave this place?

-As soon as possible. -It's not an answer.

Is that why you wanted to see me?

No!

I drew some pictures of the officers,

the ones who talked about the explosion.

[suspenseful music continues]

I was working on the port.

I was painting, Havana is so beautiful at night.

Then suddenly this ship exploded.

The explosion, I saw fire,

heard people screaming, burning, drowning...

And then I remembered hearing these officers

talking about explosives

set to explode at the same time.

For only I knew,

I knew what they meant

I could have warned people.

These Yankees,

do you know their names?

[foreboding music]

No.

But I drew them for those other men.

For the Germans?

-They found out their names? -I don't know.

They gave me paper and pencil

and kept me in a cage, just like you do.

Except they kept moving the cage from one place to another.

Stop whining!

Just be patient.

Soon you're going to move to Spain.

You will testify.

And we will let you go.

All the best to the She-devil.

[foreboding music continues]

The Count has lost his mind.

He goes everywhere with the lady.

It's a breach of common decency.

Costello is rich and powerful,

but the King's patience won't last forever.

Ah, good evening my dear Jesus.

Good evening Senior Ambassador.

-Happy to see you Count. -Señora.

[general chatter]

[classical music]

You're Mata Hari aren't you?

I'm a big admirer of your talent.

My name is Elizabeth Kramer,

I am Dr Kramer's wife.

My husband represents

the Kramer Group here in Paris.

[ending music]

[Elizabeth] Tired of these conversations...

I'll wait for you here, with Pierre.

[Horowitz] All right darling, we'll be there in a couple of minutes.

Take your time, don't be jealous.

[inhales deeply]

Pierre... you must be terribly bored with all this... paperwork.

I'll be entrusted with a real case, very soon.

-[Elizabeth] Oh. -Mr. Horowitz promised me that.

[Elizabeth] Great... great.

-[Elizabeth] Gasps. -Madam?

-[gasping for air] -Madam? Madam, what's wrong?

Madam?

It's blood pressure. [inhales deeply]

[exhales]

[difficulty breathing] Sometimes it gives me troubles. Coffee helps.

I'll make some, sit down please.

Merci Pierre. Merci beaucoup.

[intriguing music]

[thud] [Pierre grunts]

[Pierre] Excuse me. Sorry. Let me help you. Here you go.

So sorry. Excuse me.

[breathing shakily]

[music continues]

[exhales]

-[Pierre] Your coffee. -Oh, merci Pierre.

-Better? -Much better.

[soft dramatic intro music]

So, Monsieur Horowitz.

My wife and I...

hope that you will not let us down.

Tell him recommendations from Count Costello and Mata Hari can be trusted.

Well, the Count and his charming friend, have been our clients for many years.

[exhales deeply] Unfortunately, their problems hasn't been resolved yet.

-But-- -If you can't resolve it... then no one can.

This is what the Count believes. Good day Monsieur Horowitz.

-Good day. -[Monsieur Horowitz] Good day.

Did you get it?

[indistinct background chatter]

It's one of Costello's letters to the Pinkertons.

And a couple of checks that he signed. He's paying them to stall.

If Margaretha finds out he'll be in big, big trouble.

So... is he ours now?

We'll see. We have to be very careful, but...

he mentioned some village in Vittel, in the letter.

I believe the MacLeods are there.

[Kramer] Interesting.

What's Costello up to?

Trying to foul betrayals.

He's sending [indistinct] across all borders

We've intercepted one of these yesterday.

-We're managing just fine, as of now. -What do you mean "as of now"?

Well, if you tempt [indistinct] we might miss someone.

He'll never risk the real Cortes.

We'll find Miss Heaton soon,

but until then, no one remotely resembling Cortes can cross the French border.

We will drive Costello crazy, that will lead him to make a mistake.

Good.

[clapping] -Wonderful. -Thank you, thank you.

One more game... so me and Gabriel will have our revenge.

-What do you say Elizabeth? -Of course, let's play one more.

[Greta giggles]

But I'm not about to lose.

[Gabriel] Have you been nervous recently, Count?

What makes you say that? Oh, that's never happened to me before.

Is there anything I can help you with?

Everything is under control, I can assure you.

-Take care of your wound. -[winces]

[Spanish ballad in background]

[clears throat]

[moans]

What's the matter Count, seriously, it's impossible.

[Greta] Giggles.

[Greta] So the women win, yet again.

-Is something wrong with you? Sweetheart? -Hmm? No.

Nothing at all darling, except, my bad luck cards.

You've lost. Now you have to grant us a wish.

I don't think you want to accept giving away... national secrets.

Oh, I'm just a woman. Why would I want to know national secrets.

[laughs] So, what should we make them do?

Well, I could show you a card trick.

-Oh Gabriel, for God's sake. -No, no. It's wonderful.

I've never seen it before. Please do Monsieur Astruc.

So, do you need it?

-Yes, actually I do. -[ladies giggle]

-Ok, so pick a card, any card. -[Elizabeth] Ok, this one.

-[Gabriel] Memorize it and put it back in the deck. -[Elizabeth giggles]

[Gabriel] Choose a card, any card.

[unsettling music]

Torres is disfigured now.

[gunshot] [indistinct chatter]

[Ambassador] The Paglia from Catalonia.

[Ambassador] They shaved his face outside in the cold.

The hell with him. What's with the others?

One is wounded, the other one is safe. People in Marseille weren't as lucky.

One was killed and one got wounded badly.

What's with Saez?

[Costello] He was supposed to try boarding a steamboat in Havre.

I've just received a telephone call.

[horn blows in the distance]

He's dead... fell of the train, or jumped off or got thrown off.

Dammit.

[inhales deeply] These pigs, they've blocked all the way out.

Who? Why?

Can you explain to me what's going on?

Some stupid rumour has it that France is flooded with German spies...

[inhales deeply]

Are we hiding someone?

[silence]

I've tried to get my daughter back... legally.

Found a judge I thought was fair, but my ex-husband's brother was a general

and helped him to take my daughter away from me. That's when I lost all faith.

-[Greta and daughter scream] -In the laws of man and God

I sold myself, body and soul, to get her back

but just as I was about to reclaim her, she vanished.

Costello's men are searching... but Rudolph has stopped taking her to the colonies.

If they were in Europe, they would have found them by now.

What a terrible story.

This one is still closed, shall I open it?

If you want to.

They send a report every week and it's always the same letter. [paper tearing]

"Not found... trace is lost, however hope remains.

We shall accelerate our efforts."

Something like that, right?

[inhales and exhales deeply]

In general, yes.

[scoffs]

[Greta] I want my daughter back.

And I want to punish Rudolph for taking her away.

[silence]

Vengeance planning must be exhausting.

You need some rest.

I suppose so.

Let's go to Vittel.

Mountains, woods... wonderful air.

-We'll walk, drink water... -[exhales deeply]

just enjoy nature.

[Greta] Maybe.

[whispering] Thank you.

[horn blowing]

[train rumbling over tracks]

[dog barking in the distance] [birds chirping]

[waiter] Can I get you something to drink?

How many times do you have to drink this water?

Six... three times.

Before a meal and three after.

It's terrible. I would never settle for that.

[Greta inhales deeply] Well at least, this place is quiet.

I'm finally having a good rest.

Great. But we should have some fun too. Let's go riding.

I talked to the landlord, he'll lend us horses.

Oh, this is an amazing idea. I haven't ridden in years.

Great, we'll go to the mountains, there is a small village near the convent.

-[Greta giggling] -I heard the view is spectacular

and the food is simple and delicious.

-And you will not go with us. -Don't worry.

[Greta chuckles]

[inhales deeply] Sounds perfect.

[hubbub of voices]

-What about Costello? -We're watching him.

But he is too careful and never goes to Cortes himself.

Though you can't keep an eye on all of his people.

Elsa, we should decide about her as soon as possible.

It's not that simple. She shouldn't find out before the time is right.

-And stop talking about money! -[Kramer grunts]

-Enough! -I'm sorry, I'm sorry my darling.

[Kramer] Unfortunately, I have to go now. My train leaves in an hour.

-Good bye. -Good bye, good bye.

-Did something happen? -No, no. It's ok, it's the same story.

[Greta] If you need anything I would be glad to help, I would be glad to.

Thank you, thank you Greta.

-[Greta] What a lovely place. -[Elizabeth chuckles]

-I'm so hungry. -Excuse me, do you have any place to eat here?

-There's a house upstairs. -Thank you.

[exhales deeply] Thank you.

[door creaks] [Greta exhales deeply]

-[Greta panting] Are you getting enough exercise? -[both laughing]

[Greta panting] Hello Sir. We're looking for a place... to have dinner.

At my tavern, madam.

My name is Walter.

This way please.

Rudy prepare the table for these two ladies, please.

Aw, what a beautiful view Margaretha. Look at this.

Rudy?

-Rudolph? -[Rudolph gasps]

[sad music]

I can't believe it.

[inhales]

Where's my-- where's my baby? [exhales deeply]

[softly] What did you do to my daughter?

Answer me!

-You son of a bitch! You destroyed my life! -[Rudy groans]

-Hey lady! -Don't! Let her.

[Greta] Son of a bitch!

[Non] What are you doing? Stop it!

This, this is your mother Non.

[softly] Oh, my baby... I've missed you so much.

[music continues]

[inhales and exhales deeply]

[flatware scraping plate]

I can't believe all this. Doesn't make any sense.

You've found your daughter, that is what matters.

You have to eat something.

[Greta] So your married to Rudolph, then?

Yes, it's true. Otherwise he couldn't live in the convent.

-[Greta] I guess you're working here too? -[Rudy's wife] It's my job.

I'm going to take care of my daughter from now on. Do you understand?

-Let me help you mother. -[Rudy's wife] Please.

-[Greta] How long have you been here? -Quite a few years.

After you came to my uncle's house that day with the Count.

I received this letter... with instructions and money... and we left.

A letter from who?

I still don't know.

[dogs barking in the distance]

I don't recognize the handwriting.

[soft piano music]

After we settled here I... was very angry and I started... drinking.

And they put a stop to that [sighs] right away, and made me work.

And I did and I became happy... and I like it here.

And Non likes it here.

Did you have any choice?

You're right.

She can go with you... if she wants to.

Margaretha, I'm sorry.

All right.

Non please... my love, come to see mummy.

Please.

[sad music]

Would you like to come to Paris with me? Huh? I have a lot of money.

I can give you a good education. And everything you need, and you want.

And where really did you get all of this? From your lovers?

I don't want a loose woman's money.

Why are you saying this?

-What, what did you tell her? -Mother Superior reads the papers.

She knows I'm your daughter.

And she says I need to pray for your soul, and for mine.

Because I've been dirty since I was born.

[Greta inhales deeply] I'm so sorry my baby. Come with me. I can help you.

[Non] I won't go anywhere with you.

Jesus, our saviour, says it's better to die without sin,

than to live in sin and be cast down to hell.

Non, that's your mother. You cannot talk to your mother like that.

God would not approve.

-Non? -[Non] No!

[softly] I'll talk to her.

[exhales deeply]

[man] You're not taking care of yourself, Elsa.

I will get better soon. Too much travelling, that's all.

Why don't you tell her everything you know?

I want her to be desperate.

Now all she wants, is to get her daughter back.

When she realizes it's too late... she will want revenge.

Isn't too complicated? She's just a dancer after all.

Oh but she's not that simple at all, trust me.

It's better to take things slowly.

Our agents in America reported

that Spain now has copies of portraits of the navy officers.

We believe those portraits were made by Cortes.

[low tone voice] Damned Cuban.

A lot will now depend on you, Elsa.

If they find those people and the witness.

Why do the nun gets to say when I can see--

I'm afraid it's been that way all along with me.

Now, Non is used to spending most of her time there, and she really likes it.

[Greta sighs] I stayed here for her and she won't even talk to me. She's changed.

-[Greta] You have too. You've grown a lot older. -[Rudy chuckles]

[Rudy] And I hope a little wiser.

[Rudy] I'm sorry for all the pain I've caused you.

[Greta] I know the drink had a lot to do with it.

-[Greta] I'm nervous. -[Rudy] You should be.

[knocking]

[door creaking]

-What do you want madam? -I want to speak to my daughter about her future.

And how do you see her future?

She'll get a good education. Appropriate for a young woman.

She'll get married.

And who will walk her down the aisle? [scoffs] You?

Or one of your benefactors?

The papers lie. I'm an actress.

All the rumours are invented to sell papers

-and keep the public interested in me-- -Enough!

-Non. -I have nothing to say to her.

[Non] What could darkness and light have in common. That is what our saviour says.

[dramatic music]

How much money do you get? To keep my daughter here?

-It doesn't matter. -I'll give you twice as much.

[door creaks]

Twice! Think about it!

Please, think about it. My money is not dirtier than this.

I can't believe you were married to such a woman.

I can hardly believe it myself. The things I used to do.

Such a woman makes us do bad things, I suppose.

That's why they say that a woman is a vessel filled with sin.

[inhales and exhales deeply] Maybe. But it is you who decides

whether to drink from the vessel. That's what I believe.

Costello's papers.

I don't need them. She's not my daughter anymore.

As much as it hurts to admit.

I've never stopped thinking about her... never.

But I had to learn to live without her.

Guess now it's time for me to learn to live without hope.

[hubbub of voices]

Greta?

Greta my dear.

I received the letter you sent from the village, it's terrible.

No, it's not.

Yesterday, I suddenly realized... that all this time...

I hadn't been fighting for Non.

And all I wanted was to... to get the better of Rudolph.

And to prove to him... that I'm a woman just as smart as he or any of the men.

You know what I mean... and I think I've succeeded in that.

Yes, you did.

[exhales deeply]

And as for Non...

if I had her with me... I wouldn't have become the person I am now.

-Coffee? -No. After [indistinct].

[low tone voice] I'm addicted to malt wine.

[Elizabeth chuckles quietly]

I'll have some too, I think. Two glasses of malt wine please.

[hubbub of voices]

I want to find out who wrote the letter and let Rudolph escape.

It's unnecessary.

-You believe I shouldn't try-- -I know who wrote it.

It was the secretary of the Spanish Embassy in Paris.

Macheda, you must know him.

I do.

But it seems to me that I don't need you at all.

Have you found Rudolph... and arranged for us to meet.

Not me.

My people.

Who are they?

And most importantly, who are you?

My name is Elizabeth Shragmuller.

I work for the Chief of German Intelligence.

[inhales deeply]

[background chatter continues]

[intriguing music]

That's insane. Why... would German Intelligence help someone like me?

Huh?

Answer my question.

[inhales deeply] Sit down Greta.

[scoffs]

We need Costello. He is the one who asked Macheda to write that letter.

He was sending money to the convent all this time.

And he paid Pinkerton too.

For their silence and their idleness.

-Can you prove it? -I have all the documents in my room.

-I want to look at them. -Sure.

And I want to know... what the [indistinct] wants from me.

We are looking for one man.

Costello has been trying to find a way of getting him to Spain for a couple of months now.

We need you to find out where Costello is hiding him.

[Costello] So, what's going on with Pinkerton?

[Señor Macheda] They have some concerns, nothing for you to worry about.

An agent thinks one of his men stole some documents.

And also... some copies of the letters, may be among the missing papers.

Including letters about the McCleod's.

At least it appears that way.

-After the Kramers were there-- -What do you mean by "appear"?

Are they missing or not?

Nobody really knows how many documents are missing, Sir.

Right. Look into it.

The Germans might try to get closer to Margaretha.

-What I did to her was low and if she'll found out-- -I will check, Sir.

Although, if you allow me. I think you may be overestimating--

This is none of your concern, Señor Macheda.

Check the Kramers. Who are they?

-As you say. -The Ambassador wants to talk to me. Do what I told you.

-It's very cold in your room. -But it has a separate exit.

So? Are you going to do something?

[Greta] Costello is looking for a way... to get this man to Spain.

We should let him do it. I'll go to Madrid and do a show.

I doubt he would miss such a chance.

I wouldn't if I were him.

Just one question. This failure... will it be his last?

-You mean, will it discredit him? -No!

-I mean, will he lose everything he has? -Are you so thirsty for blood?

He deceived me and I want him to pay... so?

Well, Costello is too big of a player. This failure will hurt him.

But, it will not destroy him.

Then, I may have to change the plan.

[exhales] I will let you know... if it comes to that

I have to go to Paris tomorrow. Costello knows that already.

-I hope you'll be patient enough. -Don't worry.

You'll get what you want and so will I.

[intriguing music]

[Ambassador] An Italian was murdered. A state official from the Vatican.

Do you realize what a scandal this is?

[sighs]

When is this going to end? Now turn around God damn you.

Why do I have to talk and protect your back.

The Germans murdered that Italian. What can I do Señor Ambassador?

They were looking for someone, again. Who are they after?

Sorry, I can't tell you this.

The Italian Government is outraged. They don't have the guts to yap at Germany.

But he won't leave us be.

-I'm truly sorry. -If I get a chance to get rid of you,

I will do so without any hesitation.

So do not make any mistakes. Count.

[tense music]

-You've started a serious mess. -It will make Costello hurry.

The Italians will not move until we tell them.

Look! So beautiful.

I think that young man in the grey suit is following us.

-Yes he is. -He's been walking behind us at least half an hour now.

If it's not a secret admirer of mine well, it means Costello is getting nervous.

[Elizabeth] Such bad timing, let's split up.

If he follows me, then he's just a little thing in love.

But if he goes after the note.

-Whom do I give it to? -To the grocer. It's an old bill.

Please don't walk for too long, darling. You never know, it might rain again.

-[Kramer] I'll see you for dinner. -Of course, darling.

[suspenseful music]

[music continues]

I'll talk to him today. We need to meet to discuss all the details.

[indistinct chatter]

Perfect. [door opens] He's coming. We'll speak later.

[Greta] Hello love.

I've missed you so much.

-Missed you too. -Let's go upstairs.

Not now... I need a drink.

Excuse me darling... I have things in my mind that doesn't let go.

And here I come... piling on with my love. Hmm?

-Forgive me darling. -I forgive you [moans softly]

[doorbell rings]

What's the matter? Where's Ana? Why doesn't she open the door?

Sorry, I forgot... I let her go.

[glass clinks]

It's Gabriel. He's proposing a show in Madrid.

I just don't want to leave you. We've been apart for so long.

I think you should go. They love you in Spain.

And it's warmer there.

-[Greta] Will you come with me? -I'm afraid I can't.

[exhales deeply] Why not?

Moretto, the Prime Minister, and I are enemies.

He killed my brother.

Our gracious King just sent me to Paris... so I wouldn't revenge.

Then I will ask Gabriel to make the arrangements.

I'll do anything I can to help.

Thank you my love, thank you.

[Spanish guitar playing flamenco]

[music continues]

[exhales deeply]

And here, the lights should go out.

[inhales deeply] And they shall see me naked only for a second.

[clapping] You're marvellous.

Amazing, you are amazing.

-I'm so sorry I can't come to the premiere. -Aw, what a pity.

[Greta] Why don't you come to my dressing room?

[door creaks] [knocks on door]

Come in.

When are you going?

The day after tomorrow. I'm so tired. [exhales deeply]

-Can you please help me? I let Ana go. -Sure.

[water trickling]

Please, come. Do my back.

-So, you need to give us-- -No, wait a minute.

I'll tell you what you need to do first.

I'll find a way to distract Costello, and to help you at the same time.

Since Costello will not be able to support me any longer.

I want a more important benefactor.

-Who? -??

[scoffs]

Can I have a towel please?

[Elizabeth] Tell me about your plan and I'll send the report to my chief immediately.

[scoffs]

You can take them all out. Madam has not yet decided what she'll perform in Madrid.

Sorry.

We need to talk... privately.

You can go. I'll call you back later.

-Has she chosen her wardrobe? -Not yet.

We know definitely that she's going to be performing a Flamenco,

but apart from that we don't know.

Would you do me a favor?

-Yes. -I have a friend... was a big admirer of Mata Hari.

And he wants to go on tour with her... incognito.

Well, why doesn't he just come on tour with us?

Well the key word is incognito ... and he is ready to pay for that.

Right well, if he can afford it.

He recounted railway station.

He will have documents in the name of... Enrique Suarez.

[exhales deeply]

-You cannot tell Margaretha about this? -She knows.

-She knows as little as I do-- -She knows enough.

Enrique Suarez. Remember the name.

[lively music] [train hissing]

[camera flash]

[camera flash]

[flamenco music]

[shoes tapping]

[flamenco music]

Messier Astruc, Señor Prime Minister would like to meet

with the man who sent back Count Costello.

[music continues]

Please, let me take you to a...

Señor Prime Minister, this is Monsieur Astruc. He will take you to Costello's man.

I hope that there is no confusion that this is the man we've been waiting for.

[music continues]

[doors creak]

Who are you? I will talk only to the Prime Minister or to the King.

You will talk to the Prime Minister, if you are Ramon Cortez from Havana.

[music continues]

[flamenco music and chanting]

I am [indistinct] Moliere.

I know. The Señor Count showed me photo of you.

You have a lot of medals Kernel.

[shoes tapping quickly]

[squish]

[gunshots]

[engine humming]

-This is absurd. I didn't order that murder. -[Ambassador] I'm just a clerk.

I received instructions to arrest you and send you to Spain.

-Yeah, but you know that. -I knew nothing.

You were the one who kept me out of the loop, so.

[street boy] For Count Costello.

[serious music]

[Greta] "My dear Count... You are a smart man.

So by now you've probably figured it out, what happened.

You will soon be executed for assassinating the Prime Minister of Spain.

The authorities are certain you ordered the murder,

because they know you sent Cortes to travel with me.

[horn blows in the distance]

My German friends have been looking for Cortes, and thanks to you

I could help them arrange a meeting... so, another person took his place."

- [in German] -[Greta] You better be.

[both laugh]

[Greta] "Of course this fake Cortes was shot after he killed the Prime Minister.

Apparently, on your orders."

[knocks on door]

[locks clanking]

-[panting] Yeah? -Is everything all right?

-Yeah. Everything is fine. Yeah. -Mr. Suarez?

Uh, bring me some champagne, ok?

[door locks]

"So nobody knows the real story but you and me.

Goodbye, my dear Count."

[engine hums]

It seems he understood everything and accepted it as a punishment.

Isn't touching? You just picture the office.

-My boss is impressed by your success. -Oh, that's very nice to know.

Now we'll take Costello's money away. And he will be executed.

Ramiro told me that. He's temporarily replacing Morreta as Prime Minister.

How did you get him to open up to you?

I showed him a couple of tricks at night.

Same tricks, are nearly deceased Costello was so fond of.

So, Elizabeth.

Now that I will have to get by without Costello's help, how about some conversation?

-What do you want? -Don't you have any idea?

You enjoy manipulating people. It might be your calling.

[laughs softly]

[exhales deeply] Elizabeth, enough with hypocrisy.

Of course I do love money and fame.

And I don't give a damn about morality and principles.

I'm willing to sell myself to the highest bidder...

and if it's not you... some other will want me.

While you will regret not taking advantage of this amazing opportunity

-Shall we seal this deal with blood? -I prefer a bank check.

[ending music]

[indistinct chatter]

[laughter]

You are such a temptress. I swear you're killing me.

[laughter continues]

Look at him.

What a life.

Must be some drunk girl.

[laughs loudly]

Are they watching us?

No, they turned away.

[laughter continues]

They're coming out.

Allow me

[suspenseful music]

[shots fired]

[empty clip]

Who are you?

[speaks in foreign language]

I got the documents.

Hurry! Get in the other car.

Come on! Before they send reinforcements.

[sitar music]

They shot all of our assets.

And they have all of our payment records.

Along with the names of all of our Russian agents.

It's a complete and total disaster.

I can't go back to Cologne with this.

The people at headquarters, what am I supposed to tell them?

You can stay here as long as you need Colonel.

Where was this?

25 miles to the south of Liege.

Colonel Von Leigh was the only one to survive.

And he claims that the attackers were Serbs.

The Black Hand?

Perhaps.

How did Von Leigh survive?

He was shot in the jaw.

A few inches higher, and he'd be dead.

You said it was a woman who shot him?

That's right.

And Von Leigh is the one who said that it was the Serbs.

I believe they left Von Leigh alive intentionally.

So that he would point to the Serbs.

And we'd start searching for the bastards in the south.

-You're a genius Elizabeth. -I know.

It means that they will head north to the Netherlands.

We need to reinforce the checkpoints at the borders.

And electrify the wire already.

What if they are already in Holland?

Under Russian acts protection?

We'll know soon enough.

Who's on your mind?

The same person that's on yours.

Margaret has just completed an important mission in London.

-Every minute counts. -I understand.

We'll bring her to Hague, as soon as we can.

[indistinct chatter]

Wow!

[loud flash]

Madam! Madam! What brings you to Hague?

This city is important to someone very dear to me.

Someone you've lost? Who is it? What's the name?

Her name is Margaret, she is fabulous and I adore her.

Oh bravo, love knows no bounds.

[loud flash]

Thank you M' am, you're so kind and beautiful.

Oh you're welcome my lovely boy.

Maybe my lucky charm.

Wait! What about your manager, Monsieur Astruc, is he here?

I can see you're very well informed.

Gabriel is in Paris right now,

making arrangements for my return.

Ladies and gentlemen,

looking forward to seeing you at my show.

[indistinct chatter]

Good afternoon Herr Kramer.

Good afternoon.

I've been waiting for you for quite some time now.

I'm sorry that I kept you waiting.

How was your trip?

-[exaggerated sigh] -Difficult.

But, I'm ready for my next mission.

Our mission my dear Margaret.

Only my closest friends call me Margaret.

For you I'm Mata Hari.

Now continue.

You seem to be quite full of yourself.

Maybe.

But I think it is you who has come across,

as someone that you're not.

Are you trying to impress me?

What's in the paper that you were reading?

-[scoffs] -I don't remember.

You don't remember? Of course you don't remember.

You were staring at me at the window the entire time.

You think I didn't notice you?

Enough of your childish games, we have serious work to do.

For heaven's sake.

I was told that it was a matter of a couple of days.

And I'm not going to spend an extra minute in this place,

unless I absolutely have to.

Fine. Please sit down.

Please.

We need to get to this man.

Theophile Rastignac.

He works for the French Consulate.

He's George Lado's agent.

Handsome. Good.

Should I seduce him?

Well, I don't know what your methods are.

My methods are great, believe me.

And very effective too.

You're so touchy my dear Gustav.

In your confusion.

Anything else?

Yes, the first one is,

only my closest friends call me Gustav.

For you, it's Herr Kramer.

Secondly, this man, is expecting a message.

A letter or a note, something like that.

From Belgium. We need to know what it says.

Such a man should enjoy a woman's company.

Well, he has slept with all the whores in town.

So it shouldn't be a problem for you.

No it's not.

Have him come to my show, and I will handle him.

We can arrange that.

Have a nice sleep.

[hooves trotting]

Good afternoon Herr Kubra.

Good afternoon.

Cigarette?

So will the fence run along the entire border now?

Yes, when they gave the order,

they said there would be no rushing.

Now they want us to finish it all in three days.

So we will divide Barly,

the border runs right through the street there doesn't it?

I'm not sure, but if it does, well,

we'll just take over the town.

And the Dutch can't do anything about it.

I sell barbed-wire.

This kind of fence works well for cattle.

But a man will get through easy,

especially at night when the patrol isn't around.

-You think so? -[scoffs]

Let's check.

Prisoners caught stealing from our ammunition factories.

-Let's have one of them try. -Certainly.

Stand still.

Soldier.

Come.

I want you to show this man how the wire works.

Of course.

Is anyone hungry?

Yeah I'm sure you are. Well who want's this bread?

First one to step up, gets it.

No takers? I guess I'll throw it out.

-[sighs] -We have a winner.

There's a real man.

[screaming and buzzing]

[indistinct chatter]

[distant chuckles]

[whimsical piano tunes]

[inaudible chatter]

Do you see him?

Just walked in.

It will be fun working with this boy.

-Thank you for the dance. -Thank you.

Gentlemen!

We'll now be starting an auction!

Today's prizes,

are not one,

not two,

but three!

Three tickets for the show of the one and only,

the magnificent Mata Hari!

So gentlemen,

the most desired woman in Europe,

will be dancing for you!

[excited chatter]

Seems that your plan is failing.

Your just imagining it doesn't move your heart.

Could be.

But it's you overestimating my popularity, not me.

Find a way.

Hey gentlemen, please, wait, wait, wait.

Would you please allow a lady to purchase the last ticket?

It is 300 francs madam.

I would give anything to see Mata Hari herself.

Well on second thought, I'm ready to risk it,

and bet it on a game of, let's say, Macau.

And?

How much is the beautiful lady ready to wager?

[whispers] I told you it was her, Mata Hari.

One thousand francs.

-[crowd gasps and squeals] -Beautiful Mata Hari.

A toast yes!

[door bell chiming]

Good evening.

Good evening, Monsieur Melo, long time no see.

Too much work lately.

I'll have the usual.

Mademoiselle.

Would you allow a tired traveller,

to spend a few minutes in your company?

Only if you can make good conversation.

[indistinct background chatter]

Regards from Ballarat.

Trina.

The river's water is cold.

But it's got a Serbian blood.

We were expecting you yesterday.

We tried to cover our tracks.

Now you might get trapped in a wire.

Will you help us?

Of course.

We have colleagues who will help you as well.

They're in the French Intelligence.

Rastignac and Lado. Have you heard of them?

Frau, I am lieutenant Bach,

border guard and service of the Kaiser.

I noticed your accent. May I see your papers?

Don't be nervous.

[loud bang and shouting]

I'm sorry officer. I'm sorry.

-Belgian bastard! -Excuse me. Excuse me.

-Put your hands on me, huh? -It was an accident.

-Belgian bastard! -I'm sorry officer, I'm sorry.

Nine.

I'll play.

I might be able to see her on stage.

Go ahead. But be careful, don't overdo it.

I heard all good seats are taken.

Only the balcony is left.

That's a good news.

In that case I raise it up to two thousand.

Well, I guess I'll have to match it.

Your papers sir.

Where are you from?

Is this your address right here?

This is your home?

[suspenseful music]

Two.

Eight.

That was my last money.

What a beautiful ring.

Is it a family heirloom?

Yes it is.

And it's quite expensive.

I can add something, to the ticket.

Perhaps?

This is only if you win of course.

[scoffs]

Eight.

Seven.

I guess you'll have dinner with me now.

Of course not.

I said perhaps.

It doesn't mean you're getting it all right away.

What about your winnings madam?

Give it to the help.

What a woman.

I'll see about her.

Good luck.

[sighs]

Come on.

Quiet.

Have you met with Melo?

Do they know the wall of France is electrified?

Yes, they're looking for a solution.

Perhaps we can go around it.

The patrols are on every corner.

It was a good idea to split up.

They're looking for a couple, a tall man and a Slavic woman.

Yes, we lost a lot of time tricking the Germans.

Perhaps our cover wasn't convincing enough.

They can't possibly have enough men,

to patrol the entire border.

They don't need to.

The border is electrified now.

[sighs]

If you touch the fence it kills you.

I watched as they electrocuted a French soldier and laughed.

They are like animals.

And they are in Belg right now.

If we cannot stop them, what will happen there?

I'm sorry.

Well they will never get to Petersburg,

and we'll get to Berlin...

I promise.

I will leave you so you can rest.

Don't.

[exhales slowly]

[both stir longingly]

[kisses]

[both breathe loudly]

Why didn't you accept his invitation?

[quietly] I think you're over estimating yourself

you're relying too much on your charms.

I'm relying on my experience and knowledge of people.

You on the other hand, you shouldn't be relying on any of those things,

which are not your strongest qualities.

If you fail this assignment...

I will destroy you.

[triumphant snort]

I am the one who is reporting to headquarters,

don't you forget it.

It seems that you have forgotten who you are dealing with,

I will not satisfy you with failure...

and we mustn't be seen together again until the meeting with Otto.

[menacingly] You could get into big trouble...

Without my protection.

[laughs]

Judging the way you work... I could be in big trouble by trusting you with my safety.

[laughs]

And it might sound over confident...

but I never met anyone capable of not playing me.

[opens car door]

[car door closes]

[footsteps]

[exhales profoundly]

Good evening.

Monsieur La Dous... What are you doing here?

I wanted to talk to you.

Are you ready for our guest from Belgium?

Yes I am waiting for the signal.

You met Mata Hari at the Officer's club tonight didn't you?

Yes we played cards together.

And you don't find it odd that this woman appears in your life at this particular time?

[laughs] I know a lot of women, Captain...

I'm always ready to add one more to the list.

I am aware of that, and until now I wouldn't have cared who you sleep with.

[inhales] However, this time I have to ask you to stop seeing this woman,

You don't think she's a spy do you ?

I do.

I've been watching her, and I think she's dangerous.

And... Why haven't you arrested her?

Because she's very careful, because she has connections.

Did you really think you would be the only one who has been seduced by her?

She has slept with many powerful men

I guess that makes the prize even more valuable.

[inhales deeply] Lieutenant, I order you to stop seeing Mata Hari.

I will put you on trial if you do not follow this order.

[decisively] Is that clear?

Yes sir.

[enchanting music]

[drum crescendo]

[enchanting music continues]

[beads chime]

[beads cascade to the floor]

[audience clap and cheer]

[audience shouts applause]

[Audience] Bravo, bravo!

Beautiful!

[clapping continues]

Madame...

May I kiss your hand?

-[kisses her hand] -Come with me.

[applause continues]

Come on gentlemen, the Frenchman got the lady, vive la France!

[carriage approaching]

[knocks on the carriage]

[laughing]

-My dear. -[laughs]

[chuckles]

[kisses]

[shuts door]

[speaking French quietly]

What happened?

I woke you up?

[smiles] No.

I felt so peaceful, and now all those thoughts are coming back again.

[continues muttering French]

[stretches] So why do you need to memorize it all?

[exhales]

That's the order they gave me back in Budapest.

I have to memorize everything and they don't even know why.

[continues memorizing]

Did you figure out how to cross the border?

Yes, I'll let you know tomorrow.

I will need to buy a man suit for you.

[laughs]

-No way. -Yes.

We'll need it.

[laughs to himself]

Please go to sleep now don't distract me.

[laughs quietly]

[continues memorizing]

[kisses her leg]

[laughs]

[kisses]

[horses pulling carriage]

[stirring from sleep]

[kissing]

[whispering] You're incredible.

I've never been with a woman like you.

[seductively] And you never will be again if you dare leave me now.

I have to go I'm expecting something.

[quietly] Something valuable?

Yes it's an important letter.

[whispering] Let's send Anna to get it, hmm?

You will write her a note and she will bring the letter right here.

What do you think about that?

[kissing] Alright.

[exhales slowly]

-I need to go to... -No you don't.

[seductively] I'll be your desk.

[chuckles]

This dark one... does it look better on me?

How does it matter?

-[blows] -It's only for one night.

Alright then... We'll take this one.

-Have you ordered the ladder? -Yes it will be ready by tonight.

Tell the people on the other side that we'll be coming the day after tomorrow at...

four in the morning.

-You pick the place. -Alright.

Excuse me sir?

-We'll take the last one. -Yes sir.

[shop bell rings]

[background street chatter]

Section six. [strikes match]

Day after tomorrow at four in the morning.

Send a letter to Hog. Thank you sir.

[ominous music]

[hurried footsteps]

-Madame -[hastily] Shut up.

You don't want to wake up the boy.

[fire crackles]

[blows on the letter]

[quietly] Bring it up with the coffee.

Go, go.

Is your maid back?

I don't know.

[rings bell]

[footsteps] [tray rattling]

Thank-you.

[drops tray]

-I'm sorry. -It's OK.

The letter oh my god.

Anna go, go, go... I'll do it.

[handles the tray]

So?

So?

I would love to spend the day with you but...

I can't.

[disappointedly] Oh that's a pity...

[kisses]

-Yes but, when I come back. -I'll be waiting for you.

Hmm.

[kisses passionately]

[galloping horse]

-Good place. -Yeah.

The Germans would never expect anyone to cross the border in such an open place.

[chuffs in agreement]

How long have you been here Merlot?

Long... too long.

-Long before the prince got killed... -Franz Ferdinand.

How many of us are going to be there?

Only me... my guy, you and him.

The Dutch will be shooting from the other side, they're blank though just so you know that.

Why?

To exonerate themselves from the Germans.

The traders don't care about keeping the honor. [laughs]

[clears throat]

What took you so long?

I had to make sure I wasn't followed.

He's leaving Larg tonight.

He said he might be away for a couple of days.

Excellent.

Anything else?

He received a note...

Which said where and when the border will be crossed. I memorized it and wrote it down.

Four o' clock in Balem.

Thank you.

-Can I get ready to leave? -Of course not.

First we have to make sure this is what we need.

[bangs chair] Don't be mad.

Business is business.

I'm exhausted.

I need a break from this business.

Have a good night.

[footsteps into the distance]

[exhales deeply]

[radio transmitting]

We're next transmitter to the Kremlin.

Good.

[sparks lighter]

Don't you dare.

The troops are ready, awaiting your orders on your command sir.

All the men are prepared, tell them to wait for my order coming soon...

[knocks on truck]

[suspenseful music]

The border is only about a mile away, they should be here soon.

[rumbling thunder]

[cries out in pain]

[quietly] Come on.

[suspenseful music continues]

[loudly] Clear.

[knocks on truck] It's time to go, move out.

Run away I'll take care of this.

The Germans are on both sides.

[gunshots firing]

[shooting] Come on.

[urgently] We have to run.

-I'm sorry for being stupid. - I like it, that's all.

The agents are crossing the border, we should help them.

I haven't been authorized to do that.

-Holland is a neutral country. -Go to hell.

[gunshots firing] [cries out in pain]

[gunshots]

She needs a doctor.

[cries in pain]

[continual gunfire]

[cries out in surprise]

[both struggle]

[strangling noises]

[gunshot]

[struggles in pain]

-Sorry we have no time now. -Look at me, Islaka.

Look at my eyes.

Where are the documents?

Inside the lining. Islaka do you hear me?

[heavy breathing]

[sad orchestral music]

[desperately] Stay with me. Stay with me, yes... it will be good I promise.

-Yes it will be good. -[struggles to breathe]

I promise.

You will be good OK?

[distraught] No, no, no, no, no.

[sobbing]

I'm sorry... we wouldn't have time anyway.

[sobbing quietly]

[kisses her lips]

Slavimir... put the jacket on.

Monsieur Maslaf, do you remember all the names and addresses in the documents?

-[shakily] Yes. -Are you sure?

[sadly] Yes.

[gunshot]

You give the bodies of the trespassers to the Germans.

You're a hero now.

[talking from outside]

Come on... come on hurry, hide fast!

[struggles]

[suspenseful music builds]

Documents.

Dead man. Inside his jacket, in the lining.

[tears lining with knife]

Excellent.

Serpin rats.

What your soldiers did will cause a lot of resentment.

Frankly my dear, I don't give a damn about resentment.

Who shot this poor man?

I did.

This man gave me the order to.

[laughs] Oh.

You didn't want to share the glory with Johust.

[breathing heavily]

A night of love could cost you a lot.

So it was her.

[gunshot]

[thunder]

I was never here understood?

Take the bodies with you.

[footsteps into the distance]

Come out, come on.

What could I have done?

I need to go to Hague.

There is a railway station nearby.

Show me the way. Don't tell anyone about the man who took the documents.

And what about Monsieur Resnac?

He was killed by a German soldier during a fight.

[background chatter]

-Hi. -Hi.

What happened?

That you had to see me so urgently.

Have some wine Mastav, you're out of breath.

[wine pouring]

To your health.

[suspenseful music]

Good choice.

Let's go to the garden...

[quietly] to talk.

So... what's the occasion?

Tell me Gustav didn't really have to kill for...

No... I didn't have to kill him.

I really wanted to.

His pretty face was getting on my nerves.

Then did you really have to mention my role role in this operation?

Where did you... How did you know?

I just knew it.

And I think that he too would know and we figured out that was a part of it.

Do you even realize what a stupid mistake you've made?

[coughs badly]

-[straining] What did you put into the wine? -Poison.

[coughs weakly]

And this was the antidote.

Only a few more minutes... A little more pain...

and everything will be over.

[shouting] Help! Hurry help!

There's someone having a heart attack. Over here, please!

Help, please!

Over here!

[dramatic music]

[ending music]

Sorry for being late, sir.

You sent men to Madrid to seek Mata Hari.

But the press already found her.

-As you see in the paper. -Mm.

What an impudent slut.

She's playing with fire, that one.

She's impudent but this could be a coincidence.

There's no proof she caused Rastignac's death...

and the missions failure.

Witnesses saw them leaving together

after her performance.

So I am sure this whore lured him into her bed and slept with him.

But she betrayed him.

Rastignac was always a fool when it came to one

and she seduced him and gave him to the [indistinct].

I'm absolutely certain of it.

To her, such an idiot was a perfect prey.

[woman crying]

We should pay our respects, sir.

[speaking in foreign language]

[woman weeping]

My condolences with them. He was a brilliant officer.

Friends will remember this hero.

I wanna find this German spy.

I wanna interrogate her and...

What about [indistinct chatter]

Is he in Paris?

He's been busy with the journalist but...

He's had no secret meetings.

That we know of.

It wouldn't be secret if you knew.

He would do anything for her.

He's such a fool. Hm.

So should we send men to Paris, to kill her?

-I think the risk would be-- -The risk would be great.

You're right. We'll follow her, observe her,

collect evidence.

Then we arrest and try her.

She will pay for her treason.

Lieutenant!

To arms.

Fire! [gunshots]

Fire! [gunshots]

[reloading guns] Fire!

[gunshots]

Fire!

[gunshots]

[soft dramatic intro music]

Vladimir Maslov,

you are honored for exemplary service

and you are hereby promoted to the rank

of Captain in charge of the infantry.

It's my honor, sir.

Your first command will begin immediately.

I am sorry, sir, but...

I was serious about my reporting to the front.

And for what reason would you do this?

I don't ever want to kill one of my own people.

Even for the sake of a mission.

And if they kill you?

So be it.

Alright.

Ready to leave for Petrograd.

They will make your assignment there.

[hubbub of voices]

[applause]

[camera goes off]

[camera goes off]

[piano music]

[car engine roaring]

Your friend hasn't sent anything.

Pigs.

Oh well.

I will have them at my feet.

[man chuckles]

So you have...

three confessions of love with invitations to dinner.

And one confession with a threat of suicide.

[giggles]

[mumbling]

[laughs] That's it.

[sighs]

Tired?

It's quite difficult to constantly remain...

desirable...

[mumbles]

You know you don't have to do that with me?

I know my friend. I know.

What do we have tomorrow?

Reception.

At the French Industrial Andre Citroen.

I never heard about him before.

Well he's a newcomer.

He made his fortune manufacturing weapons

and ammunition for the Russians.

Citroen?

Mhm. Andre Citroen.

Ah.

Here we are.

[hubbub of voices]

Good evening madam. Please allow me to express

my genuine admiration.

What beautiful flowers.

I picked them today.

They grow along our earth work, by our...

entrenchments.

Do you fight there?

Oui, Madame.

Excuse moi. Henri Fitcher.

110, infantry, regiment.

General fourth core.

Thank you.

What the hell?

She's insane.

She prefers the brave kind. Not the cowards in the rear.

[man] Yes, I'm reporting to Paris next week.

Mm.

[old man] Your idea?

[man] I asked to return but they said no.

I suppose they are punishing me for something.

[old man] They're detaching you to Paris.

Most men would be happy for such "punishment".

Do you need money?

[man] No.

I trust you completely with my estate.

[indistinct chatter]

It's not too small for you to bother?

Not at all.

It's the least I can do for your father.

He and I were like brothers.

Although compared to him, I am low born.

Not to me you aren't, or to my father.

You made your family name strong.

It means a lot for me to hear you say that.

I am old and god gave me no sons.

Only a daughter.

And I have always hoped that she marries you of course.

It should be to a man of character like yourself.

And she loves you, you know that.

Yes, I know but...

You think she's like a sister to you,

but she's not your sister

and you would make a beautiful couple.

You know what they say. Marriage, then love.

Love comes after marriage. That's how it is.

I respect you a lot,

and Vera too.

Well then you have to please me, right?

That's how it is with us merchants.

Vera would never agree.

She would know that my heart was not in it.

Vera would follow you to the ends of the earth.

Trust me.

I know.

Hm.

[carriage creaking]

[soft romantic music]

Are we allowed to kiss, after the engagement?

Yes we are.

It's allowed, but we shouldn't.

I'm so happy.

I am even scared.

[footsteps]

What is it?

Are you laughing at me?

No, I am...

I am just happy too.

It's decided for life now.

[door opens]

Ahhh!

There they are, the lovebirds.

Join us inside. Everyone's waiting.

They wanna congratulate you.

Here they are. Give them a big cheer.

[applause]

Alright.

Right then. A toast!

To a long and happy life together.

Cheers!

[classical music]

[shouts out] Mateu!

Mateu! Where are you?

I hope we're not too early.

Or too late.

I am sure we're just on time.

Here, I'll take this for you.

Thank you.

Ah, excuse me?

Could you please take these?

Yes, yes, that's it.

Thank you very much.

Butler!

[footsteps]

If I catch you away from your station again,

you're fired.

It's a nice memento.

English Counts will arrive soon. Keep an eye on the secretary.

He works for the Austrians.

Yes, sir.

[classical music continues]

[crowd chattering]

Any news from the Russian headquarters, colonel?

Nothing.

But then, even when we do get news,

it seldom makes sense.

It's probably just as well.

The codes they use are so simple a child could crack them.

Fortunately, procrastination wins out

over... ignorance.

Yes, thank god indeed.

So, monsieur Citroen,

I heard that you will soon be making cars,

-like monsieur Renault. -I am.

And victory, just around the corner.

It's time to prepare the industry for peace.

My friends.

My new factory,

has opened today

and we are prepared to make whatever the country needs.

People say that we industrialists,

make money on war.

And yes, that is true.

But if... we can avoid war,

I'll be a most happy engineer producing cars

for every family in France.

[applause]

Wonderful words!

Still, if war is inevitable,

I assure you that I promise I will do whatever it takes

to give the soldiers of our country

the most advanced weapons to ensure a perfect victory.

[applause]

And speaking of perfection,

with us today is the one, the only,

the beautiful Mata Hari.

Thank you so much.

Music please.

-Oh, you're wonderful. -May I?

-Excuse me. -I'm sorry!

[waltz begins]

My name is Pierre. I am your contact in Paris.

Oh... perfect.

We should need a reason to see each other.

I am a publisher and a journalist.

So I can ask your [indistinct] to arrange our interview.

[indistinct chatter]

What? [laughs]

This shameless rag!

Full of lies.

Yes, thank you.

So, here's the information.

The Russian Tsar is sending troops to help

the French.

-Mhm. -So I need to know,

how many?

Did they write anything about the Russian troops

-in the newspaper? -Yes.

So I should be aware of it.

-Thank you. -You're welcome.

Did you see that lady who was speaking

with the general and the colonel over there?

Listen in on their conversation and report back.

[woman laughing]

Colonel Ignacio, Russian military.

It's such a pleasure to meet you, colonel.

Madame.

I bet you miss your country so much.

Between the French and Russia there's this enemy land.

Right?

I am too busy to be homesick, Madame.

Of course you're so busy.

I heard that the Tsar sent soldiers

to help France, right?

To support the French troops.

And your countrymen will be sent

to the front lines immediately?

[man chuckles]

I can't say anything about that, Madame.

General of Whiskeys Core

will be disposed in the training camp

in Mali at first.

It's so nearby.

Will there be a parade?

I don't know, Madame. I don't know.

I'm sure there will be a parade.

I'm sure of it.

You know I really, really really love military men.

And parades.

Can I get an invitation?

Of course you can.

And in exchange I can perform for the officers for free.

It will be wonderful.

I believe there should be no obstacles.

Can you give me your word?

You do.

Thank you.

I will sail to Gabriel to find a date

for the performance.

[waltz playing]

She seems very smart.

Why does she play the fool?

I can tell you why she's doing it.

She has just offered us a free performance,

and now she'll get good publicity.

Good point.

An interesting woman.

Ah.

Please.

[giggling]

[parade music]

[people cheering]

They think we're some kind of [indistinct]

Well, I suddenly cannot complain about French ladies.

[woman shouting]

Hurray!

I love this city.

[crowd clapping]

Oh good.

They've already announced the charity show.

Yes.

Thanks to Noir. He advertised in the paper.

Though it was perceived as overly patriotic.

That's fine.

Paris is filled with patriots these days.

Russians?

Yes.

[crowd cheering]

Mr Noir, is he a friend of Elizabeth's?

Absolutely.

So our returning from Paris was just another favor

to our proud doctor?

Don't shout.

You want somebody to overhear you?

Margaretha, it's dangerous here.

This is a country that is at war

and if they so much as suspect...

Calm down Gabriel. Hmm?

They don't suspect anything.

And don't forget,

I have protectors up high.

[parade]

Oh, they're so handsome.

Mata Hari is throwing roses.

[crowd rejoicing]

Be careful. You could cut yourself.

No I can't.

[giggles]

[man] But who is Mata Hari?

Must be an actress.

She's a dancer and a prostitute.

She dances and takes all of her clothes off.

That is if you pay.

Oh, thank you.

You don't like whores?

It's more like I feel sorry for them.

-Sorry for who? -You know,

because he can afford such women.

[soldiers chattering]

Don't bother. I can handle it myself.

Believe me, I would much rather

be doing this...

than watching a naked woman run around on stage.

Yeah, I understand.

Still, the others are so excited.

Like little children.

Your honor.

The General summons you, immediately.

Stay here and help father Alexander.

Yes sir.

Pick up that end.

Now, move it against the wall.

Attention officers.

While you are here,

you represent the Russian army, the Russian people,

and the emperor. France will judge all Russia

by your behavior.

And so far their opinion is good so let's keep it that way.

Your Excellency.

Captain Maslov.

Your orders are to join us on our trip to Paris.

Yes sir.

Officer Ryabov.

You will remain on duty here.

Yes sir.

Gentlemen.

The cars are waiting for us.

-Lieutenant. -Yes.

-Give it back to her. -Oh my.

What a romantic you are.

It's a pity you're not going.

Don't regret too much.

I will not.

Captain Maslov.

[oriental music]

[oriental music continues]

I just want to be left alone. Please.

Ladies and gentlemen, I'm very sorry.

Ah...

Madam is feeling very tired and there will not be any more show.

Thank you very much. Thank you for coming.

I'm very sorry.

[crowd complaining]

Is your emperor aware of our affairs?

He's merely guessing.

You don't have to worry about anything.

He's very loyal to me.

He looks too nervous. He might give us away.

[deep sigh]

The Russians are bluffing.

They're saying that the...

general Lewinsky's unit.

The one that paraded in Paris,

is a part of the special core.

Yes, it's all over the papers.

That the forces are going to arrive from France.

About half a million soldiers the say.

Berlin is very concerned.

There's no special core at all.

Only one brigade will be sent here

and two will be sent to Macedonia. That's it.

How do you know that?

I am always surprised at how talkative men can get

when they want to impress a woman.

And knowing the amount

of officers who came to my show, it's fair to assume that only

20 000 men compose that brigade.

Okay.

And what about their armament?

No, I am sorry. It's not gonna work.

This is not what we talked about.

You promised me a big article and this is just a joke.

Ah...

We're never too careful.

We're talking about the article, aren’t we?

Mhm.

So you will publish... our interview...

in the next issue?

You will see all the details with Gabriel.

And about the armament, I am thinking about questioning

a certain officer.

that will be very, very sorry for insulting me.

Mhm, yes, I read about it.

[sighs]

I am glad you have.

Gabriel.

Farewell.

The surveillance has given us little information.

Mata Hari spends a lot of time in the public eye

and she takes an interest in Russians.

But nothing else.

That officer the whore claims insulted her.

What do we know about him?

He is harmless. The officer in question is...

how should I say this?

He's very serious about questions of the heart.

What does she do when she's not on stage?

Most of the time she's with her publisher.

And then what?

He's considered a patriot.

Nice cover for a spy.

Put out best people on it.

-The Russian? -To hell with him.

Here in these files,

are the crimes that Mata Hari committed against France.

This blue file,

contains all the documents she stole.

The white file lists the agents she recruited.

And the red file.

It lists all of those who died all over Europe

because of that spying whore.

And this black file contains all our evidence against her.

Fill up the black file, Matine.

[orchestra marching]

I love Paris.

Oh my god, he's among the guests,

wearing the [indistinct].

-Who? -[indistinct chatter].

I am tired of your jokes.

[indistinct chatter]

[indistinct chatter]

Well, it will be unacceptable.

Who is this officer?

Vladimir Maslov.

[men marching]

Vladimir.

[applause]

They have nothing but rifles.

I've seen French soldiers. They have huge backpacks.

And other things...

[gunshots]

Yes, our men are poorly equipped but we hope our French allies

will help us.

For example, monsieur Snider has promised

to dedicate one of his factories for making helmets

with the Russian emblem.

I would just like to see [mumbles].

[horses galloping]

[applause]

[men fighting]

The soldiers are so strong.

The Tsar sent our best soldiers to France

The most decorated men.

Bonjour.

[applause]

Come on.

[crowd in awe]

[horses galloping]

[whip]

[applause]

[gunshots]

[applause]

Your Excellency. The demonstration is over.

I'm requesting your permission to take the battalion

back to the barracks.

Permission granted, captain.

But first, would anyone like to challenge

Captain Maslov's mastery?

[Mata Hari] I do.

[crowd laughing]

I cannot handle weapons.

But horses...

I can handle them very well.

[instrumental music]

[grunts]

[horse neighing]

[woman] Somebody help her!

[man] Whoa!

Shh, come here.

Shh.

Hey you!

Your animal almost killed me!

Really?

It seemed to me you fell on purpose.

I thought it was a stunt.

You seem to be perfectly fine, so please excuse me, Madame.

Manners, captain. Remember we are guests.

My apologies. Madame.

[man] She's said to be an excellent rider.

She was a teacher at a riding school

owned by a man named Mollier.

And he... this man died.

Under mysterious circumstances.

I suspect her but that's not our concern now.

She has her eye on this captain.

And I wanna know for what.

For fun. She likes officers.

Perhaps she means to seduce and recruit him.

Maybe. She's very careful.

Just as we need to be very careful.

Because of her powerful patrons.

I made another request to arrest her

on suspicion of espionage.

Again, they turned me down.

A shame, but if she likes this Russian...

maybe we can use him to get to her.

Perhaps. What's his name?

Vladimir Maslov.

I believe that I've heard this name.

It sounds familiar.

It doesn't matter.

We might have a better way to get rid of her.

A decree has issued to shut down

the criminal underworld of Paris.

Brothels, underground casinos.

France is facing very hard times and there's no place

for these dirty bastards.

Do you know...

Michelle River?

Yes...

She's the owner of a special establishment

in the southern quarter of Paris.

I want you to meet her.

And make her an offer.

You understand?

Maybe a shocking one?

Monsieur Noir?

Maybe.

Monsieur Noir?

I don't even know.

[speaks French] Is it shocking enough?

[camera shot]

[indistinct]

It's enough for today I think.

Madame.

You are just fabulous.

May I?

[slaps]

So, you'll tell him the following,

Russian supplies are dwindling.

Soldiers will be provided only with the bare necessities.

Helmets, coats, etc.

They're not re-supplying artillery or mortars.

The Russian positions of the front

can be considered the weakest points.

But they should not discount the bravery

and skills of Russian soldiers.

We will fight, regardless of their weakened positions.

Is this information accurate?

I am always accurate.

But you've just almost, messed up my face.

[giggles]

I would kill you if I didn't need you.

I pay a high price for my freedom

to let the likes of you threaten it.

I understand.

Margaretha?

I'm here.

[footsteps]

I bumped into an old friend.

She has a place...

well where people come to have fun.

-Mm. -[indistinct chatter]

Slackers and cowards gather?

Well perhaps,

but there's profit to be made in it.

And she is offering quite a bit of money.

-Is she? -Mm.

And only one dance.

And there's a roulette.

Gabriel.

You know how much I miss casinos.

I know.

When will I have to perform?

She's not sure yet. In a few days.

-What's her name again? -Michelle River.

[mumbling]

Is everything okay with you?

Yeah, yeah. I am okay.

Not just today. For a while now.

It's the wedding.

I've been giving it a lot of thought.

As well as you should.

You're entering a new and life changing

amazing part of your life.

It is such a big decision.

To connect your life to another person.

Are you having doubts?

[car engine]

I am.

Wait, here they come now.

Go to them. Go talk with her.

[woman] I missed you so much!

Me too.

How was the journey?

The sea was frightening.

They say Germans can blow up ships from underwater.

Then we took a train and came straight to you.

[greeting]

Hello son.

-Good morning. -Hello father.

-Father Alexander. -Yes.

Since you're here, perhaps you can marry them

right now?

Well if that's what they want I would be happy to.

I think that sounds wonderful.

And you dear?

At once, if we can.

It's a very nice church.

Of course you're in a hurry. You're young people.

But I've invited many guests, Vera.

So the wedding must be...

held at the Alexander cathedral in [indistinct].

No father, it's called [indistinct].

It doesn't matter how you pronounce it.

The church is beautiful.

And in three days' time you will have

a beautiful ceremony.

Of course you're invited, Nikolaj Alexandrovich,

-Thank you. -And you too father.

Thank you.

Very good, very good.

They're starting a new life together.

Aren't they a lovely couple?

Like they are meant for each other.

Yes they are.

[laughs]

[knocks]

Come in.

[closes door]

It's late, I hope you have something interesting.

Mata Hari is going to River's place to perform.

Good.

She hasn't given me a chance to find evidence

to put into this black folder.

The worse for her.

She could have had a life.

You're personally in charge for the results of the raid.

If Astruc is there, do I arrest him as well?

He could possibly turn on her.

We might offer him a deal.

I'll give it a try, captain.

I hope soon the city will be grieving...

for the death of the beautiful Mata Hari.

[door closes]

[oriental music]

[oriental music continues]

What do you think about this?

She's amazing.

I'll see you later.

Everybody's under arrest!

You're under arrest! Everyone get outside!

Now!

Move. Move. Move!

Get outside, now!

[crowd panicking]

-Get going! -Stop it!

-Stop it. -Everyone, everyone out!

-Yes, we're going. -Get moving now!

You too!

There's been a misunderstanding. We're guests here.

Gabriel, calm down.

You two. Stop talking and get in the car.

You'll regret this you know.

This is the famous Mata Hari.

I can't believe it. Mata Hari in this den of inequity.

Stop! [gunshot]

What are you looking at? Keep moving. Go!

You are going along with the others.

I'll have you sent to the front lines.

What's your name?

Matine, Madame.

-Monsieur, you can leave. -Not without her.

I am sorry.

Gabriel.

If he wants to stay with her, let him.

You and your friends may go.

Thank you Monsieur.

[ominous music]

[car engine]

[gunshots]

[crowd screaming]

Do it fast.

They all think they're going to the chateau.

Yes sir, we'll be done immediately.

[woman crying out]

[man] Get them down!

And take them to the pit.

Can anyone tell me what's going on?

No. Keep moving.

Who gave this order? Do you know?

No.

And I wouldn't advise you to ask.

[man] No! No!

[woman crying]

[man] Oh god!

[crowd screaming]

-Stand still. -Darling, stay near me.

Stay with me.

-[woman] We're here. -[man] Drop the weapons.

[cries]

I love you.

I've always loved you.

[crowd panicking]

[man] No!

I am sorry.

[guns loading]

[gunshots]

[music crescendo]

[solemn music]

[panting]

[weeping]

[gasps]

[moans]

[giggles]

I love you.

[ending music]

[speaking Latin]

[speaking Latin]

[speaking Latin]

[speaking Latin]

[speaking Latin]

[speaking Latin]

[speaking Latin]

-Mata Hari! Look here! [light-bulb flash] -Stop!

Get out! Out! Go.

[soft organ music]

[opening music]

[music continues]

[music continues]

[music fades]

Mata Hari, what did Gabriel Astruc mean to you on a personal level?

Everything. He meant everything to me.

He spent many years by my side.

And I cannot imagine going on without him.

Do you want to avenge your friend and punish your enemies?

[camera flashbulb]

I don't have any aspirations for the revenge.

It will not bring him back, anyway.

I believe it was a terrible and meaningless accident.

So you will not insist that people

responsible for your friend's death...

umm, be found and punished?

This country is a country governed by law...

and morality...

and I'm confident that the guilty will pay.

These are the words of a real patriot.

Astruc was your manager.

Who will replace him?

No one can replace him.

She's writing a book, and I'm going to publish it.

What is the book about?

This book is about a great

woman. There will be many unknown facts about her life.

Lavish photographs. We have just begun working on it, so...

-I must go. Sorry. -Sir? Please?

Thank you.

This is a complete disaster.

The public is furious, demanding answers

and the newspapers are saying we're murderers

calling for your resignation

which I would not mind, except they're asking for mine, too.

So I have to make excuses for you now.

But how can I excuse such stupidity?

How did she get to the press?

Why isn't she dead?

I can explain.

-Can you really? -I did not order any shootings.

The order to shoot all those people was given by my assistant

-Herve Matin. -He decided this all by himself?

No. I think that

Lieutenant Herve Matin misunderstood my order about the raid.

My order was to raid the establishment

and to arrest them.

I believe the situation went out of control.

So it means you're not willing

to accept the blame for killing those people.

I'd convene a military tribunal

if I could do it without putting myself at risk.

As for your assistant

I'll send him to the front-line.

This better not happen again

because I will not protect you.

Call Lieutenant Matin.

[sad music]

Lieutenant?

-Lieutenant Herve Matin. -Put your hand down.

Lieutenant...

you went against my orders.

Take him away.

This way, Private.

Monsieur General.

Captain!

It is tough at the front.

A former officer can easily catch a bullet in the back.

War is war, General.

Get to your duties, Captain Lado.

Your department has been of quite little use lately.

[sad music]

-Paper! Paper! -She takes her time.

Mademoiselle said you must not see her in the dress.

Yeah, I know.

Silly superstition.

Hung bastards!

Killed thousands of people in one night.

Damn. They used gas again.

Barbarians.

[turbine engine overhead]

[explosion] [dramatic music]

[dramatic music] [explosion]

[dramatic music] [rubble falling in street]

[screams of pain]

Vera.

Vera!

-Vera. Vera. -[Vera coughing]

Are you all right? [explosion]

[explosion]

It's all right.

You're alive.

That's what matters. [explosion]

[screams] [dramatic music]

[panting]

[high-pitched frequency]

How are you feeling?

Just a bit dizzy.

You're still in shock.

But at your age you should recover without any lasting effects.

And don't do anything to exert yourself.

-Thank you, Doctor. -You're welcome.

Tell me, Doctor. How long until she recovers?

Uhh, I would say in a couple of weeks

-she should be back on her feet. -Mm.

You are very lucky, Mademoiselle.

You will be fine.

We will arrange the wedding as soon as Vera is better.

Yes, yes.

In the meantime

I think it's better we don't tell Vera

you're going to the front.

We don't want her to worry about you.

I will take care, I promise.

You, too, be careful.

Yes. We cannot count on being lucky again.

The dress-makers were all killed.

It's a miracle you and Vera lived.

By God's grace, he saved her, for me.

[car engine]

[Mata Hari laughing]

[crashing sound]

[scuffling]

[Mata Hari] Turn the lights on.

Whatever you want.

But General Foch was toasting a successful operation.

How is that?

You know, I don't keep any secrets from you.

I don't understand all these doodles.

You don't have to.

You're so beautiful.

And the Russians?

Will they be far from Paris?

Why?

Do you have any special friend among them?

I know, I'm just curious.

[tender music]

Mm.

Here.

Chalon county.

[bottle clinks] Oh my god, I'm so clumsy.

[sighs] I'm bored.

Let's go back.

[footsteps]

Clean it up.

[indistinct chatter]

These French.

They make first-class trenches for themselves.

They will never let us dig like this.

We won't let them either. [laughs]

Your soldiers seem to be in good spirits.

Let's hope you're still joking after two weeks of battle.

It's not their first year on a battlefield.

I doubt anything can change their mood.

Is everything OK here?

Change of guard, soldier!

Yes, sir!

-Sakharov. Man the station. -Yes, sir.

OK.

Do you see anything?

Only some Germans rotting on the wires.

[machine gun fire]

Whew!

Those sons of bitches see every move.

How long have they been sitting in that pillbox?

A long time.

We've blocked the passage with wire

but that won't stop a hard attack.

Colonel [indistinct] shouldn't have let her in his room.

What did she want?

What do they all want?

What were they talking about?

It was hard to hear.

I think, I heard

them say something about the Russian corps.

Something about it being transferred to the front-lines.

Russians.

You may go, now.

Get more information next time.

[papers rustling]

I'll pay double the money.

Hello. Karasov.

I need you to get the names of all officers

with the Ministry of Foreign Affairs

who work with the Russians.

Dig up information of any kind

on each of them.

We've taken a lot of casualties, sir.

It's been two days, Lieutenant.

I keep track of the time, Captain.

Well, I can't afford to waste any more.

Give me your gun.

You and Zaharav put rapid fire on the pillbox.

Keep their heads down while I get close.

Maslov, you'll be killed.

[indistinct chatter] [suspenseful music]

[machine gun fire]

[intermittent gunshots] [loud breathing]

[intermittent gunshots] [loud breathing]

[intermittent gunshots] [loud breathing]

Give me those.

[intermittent gunshots] [machine gun fire]

[dramatic music] [intermittent gunshots] [loud breathing]

He's crazy.

Yes, he is.

[intermittent gunshots] [loud breathing]

[intermittent gunshots] [loud breathing]

[grenade explodes]

[gunshots]

[gunshots]

[gunshots]

[gunshots]

[grenade explodes]

[dramatic music]

[gunshots]

[gunshot]

[sighs]

The Russians are stationed here.

So, you know what this means?

I can read military charts.

They won't have any artillery support for three days.

Wonderful.

Three days, Monsieur Lenoir.

This information must be sent immediately.

Will do, Madame.

Shall I tell the photographer to come in?

Yes, please.

And little David too.

So.

Let's start a new chapter, David.

Write it down.

My new...

old...

lover.

[grunting]

[indistinct chatter]

The Russian side is quiet.

It's a good time to strike if our information is correct.

What about the pillbox?

Is it ours or the Russians'?

We built it.

I think it still belongs to us.

The Russians fired on it recently.

Well, then. You know what to do.

-God is with you. -We'll remind them what happened to Samsonov at Tannenberg.

I've been...

such a mess lately, Father.

I feel like, I need to act.

To do something.

But I can't.

This passivity brings me down.

May God forgive you.

The world is going through its darker times.

Practice patience, Vladimir.

Everything comes to him who knows how to wait.

Wait.

Wait for what?

[sighs]

Just wait for the time to take its course.

The darkest hour comes right before the dawn.

Think about Vera.

[sighs] Vera.

Have you set a date for the wedding yet?

How can I think about the wedding now?

Do you have any doubt?

I don't know, Father.

Marriage is a beautiful thing, Vladimir.

It will settle you down.

Is there anything else to confess?

Yes, Father. I have killed five people.

May God forgive you.

Is that all?

[praying in Greek]

[praying in Greek]

[praying in Greek]

[praying in Greek]

[praying in Greek]

Pass the word down the line

that when the firing stops, we attack.

-When the firing stops, attack. -Fire!

Charge! [cannon fire]

[explosions]

We're going to break through.

This has to open the road to Paris. [explosion]

Yeah. Maybe.

Remember, history is also made by the losers.

[indistinct chatter]

And the Russians are dangerous hand-to-hand.

I hope our men in the pillbox come through for us.

Anyway, it's time.

[blows whistle]

[dramatic music] Attack! Attack!

[dramatic music] Attack! Attack!

[explosion]

[dramatic music] [indistinct shouting]

[music fades]

[machine gun fire]

[machine gun fire]

[shouting]

[explosion]

[machine gun fire] [shouting]

[machine gun fire]

[machine gun fire]

[machine gun fire] [shouting]

[explosions]

[indistinct shouting] Charge! Let's go!

[gunshots]

[dramatic music] [indistinct shouting]

[dramatic music] [indistinct shouting] [gunshots]

Don't let them get away. Stay close.

[dramatic music] [gunshots] [indistinct shouting]

[explosion]

[dramatic music]

[music fades]

-[indistinct chatter] -Oh no, it's nothing. \N

[indistinct chatter]

[hubbub of voices]

We are going far away from the cab.

There are a lot of thieves, so...

I am afraid

I can't protect you if something happens.

Morning paper.

[indistinct chatter] You should learn to have more fun.

The Russians won the battle!

The Russians--

-Thank you. -Here you go.

Oh please. Give me one.

-Thank you. -Thank you, Madam.

Newspaper!

Fresh newspapers!

We've beaten the Germans again, haven't we?

I believe so.

Well. [laughs] Russians have.

And thanks to them the Germans got what they deserved.

Let me introduce myself.

August Warner, diplomat and special envoy to Indochina.

It's...

it's a pleasure to meet you. I am--

Oh, you don't have to tell me who you are. You don't need an introduction.

I have seen your picture many times and reveled at your beauty

but if I may say so, you are even more beautiful

in real life, Madame.

[ominous music]

It was nice to meet you, Monsieur.

[music continues]

Ha! Did you see the papers?

[laughs] I told him

that Maslov was a born leader. [laughs]

Excuse me. [says indistinct name]

Oh. Yes.

Yes, I knew him in Russia.

He appointed Captain Maslov and I told him

this man is destined to do great things, and I was right. [laughs]

-What do you think about them? -Ah, let me see it.

Cambodian real silver.

Mm.

A bit tarnished.

-How did it look on you? -[Mata Hari laughs]

Beautiful! Let me buy them for you.

No. No.

This is not necessary.

Thank you so much.

We're going home. Umm...

have a wonderful day, Monsieur?

Warner, but please call me August.

August.

I hope to see you soon, August.

[ominous music]

Monsieur Vladimir, we're so happy you are back.

-Welcome home. -Hello Charlotte.

-How are you? -I'm fine, thank you, sir.

How are things around here?

We were all so worried about you.

For so long we heard nothing.

We read in the papers about your great heroics.

[shouting] We're all so proud.

Oh dear.

Finally. I thought these days will never end.

Vera, my darling.

My god! You've become so light.

[laughs] -Are you here for long? - Nyet.

I just have to go back to the regiment for a day

and then I'll be off, for over two weeks.

A full two weeks! That's wonderful!

So we can finally set the date.

Do I smell like medicine?

No.

Then, why are you so cold?

I'm not cold. I'm just very dirty. [Vera laughs]

Two weeks in the trenches.

I don't mind.

But if you do, then take a bath.

But first, carry me to the dining room.

I'll wait there for you.

All right.

[romantic music]

Have you checked the list of the Foreign Affairs people for Warner?

Yes, I received a reply from Cologne.

Warner holds a high post, something to do with

supply from [indistinct] to the Russian Czar's army.

And he's really an Indochina specialist.

-Do they want me to work with him? -Uhuh.

How careless.

We have to send his photograph to Cologne

to confirm his identity.

It will take a lot of time.

[gasps]

And since when is he in such...

rush?

Not me.

But the office.

When Warner

is salivating over me...

take photographs of him.

Discreetly, of course.

Of course.

[knocking at door]

[door opens]

[door closes]

-Here he is. -Monsieur.

Finally!

You're here, August.

-I'm so glad to see you. -How could I stay away?

[ominous music]

You're so beautiful.

No, these are beautiful. Thank you.

I'll use them for a photograph.

[music continues]

-Perfect. -Hold still.

[music continues]

[camera clicks]

[camera clicks]

Send the Patriot a coded message that Agent H21

should suspend contact with the Chinaman [typewriter sounds]

until we can verify his identity. [typewriter sounds]

I need to talk with you! Leave us, Corporal.

[suspenseful music]

Have the message encrypted and sent immediately.

Who is the message for?

The Patriot.

Wait, Corporal.

Come here.

Give me the note, please.

[knocks]

[door closes]

H21 is Mata Hari, correct?

Yes, Colonel.

Then why should she suspend contact with a potential source?

We need all the information we can get.

She's a very effective agent.

We are still checking him.

We can't wait on this Warner.

We're losing one agent after another in Russia.

And we can't figure out why.

We need information.

We can't put Agent H21 at risk. She's too valuable.

If you make us lose Warner

I will not be able to protect you from the headquarters.

You're the only woman officer in the army, and of such rank.

If any of the officers believe they can replace me

I'd gladly leave my missions in their capable hands.

[music continues]

Come on.

No one could replace Frau Doktor.

How long do you need to check on Warner?

I'll know tomorrow, or the day after.

I don't want to delay, any more than you do.

The Patriot is waiting for her next instructions.

So let's work together to give them the answer.

Would you like to eat something, Herr Colonel?

[music continues]

I would.

Great.

The food was delicious. Thank you.

Oh. How clumsy can a man be?

You'd be more useful at the front-line. Get lost!

Now.

Sorry. I can't stand these cowards.

Leave it, August.

It's hard enough for them.

They're miserable people.

Their families disown them.

Their lovers reject them.

Even prostitutes refuse them.

Yes.

A man without love is lost.

I know I fear losing you.

Why do you think you'll lose me?

Because I have to leave on a mission.

It will happen soon.

Is that so?

How sad. When?

Confidential?

[paper rustling]

Is it proper to show me?

From you, I don't have any secrets.

[paper rustling]

The 14th.

You have to leave the day after tomorrow.

[sighs]

First I must work on some documents at home, so...

tonight is the last chance for me to be with you...

if you...

join me.

If not, I will understand.

Write down your address on a napkin...

and I will come there at night.

So you must leave.

But you'll be back tomorrow, right?

Yes.

The regiment is not on the battlefield now, so don't worry.

[Vera] I always worry when you are gone.

It can't be avoided, Vera.

I'm an officer, after all.

He's right, you can't live your life worrying about him.

Maybe we should call the wedding off.

That way it won't be on your mind all the time.

That was a bad joke, Father!

Oh. All right.

Did you set the date?

Vladimir doesn't seem to want it any more.

[sighs] Of course I do. I just...

don't want to rush it.

There's a telephone call for Monsieur Captain.

It's headquarters. Excuse me.

This will leave stains on her fingers.

Like the mark of Cain, impossible to wash off.

So even if she has the time

to close the safe

it won't erase her guilt.

It's a great idea, Monsieur Captain.

-Monsieur Warner, don't forget. -Yes, of course.

And now, I'm gonna let our Savior

watch over this key.

And what if she does try to poison you, or worse?

Killing Vernier would be no use to her.

It would raise suspicions. She wouldn't risk it.

She'll just wait for me to fall asleep.

And for now, it's time for my date with our gorgeous spy.

Be careful with the documents.

It might be safer to take a taxi.

Safe travels.

I will.

I'll just walk a little.

I need to see the Madame, now.

Madame's gone.

-Where? -To Mr Warner's. How did you get in?

Dammit. When did she leave?

Just, five minutes ago.

[sighs] Address, quick.

I don't know the address. What's wrong?

I received this from Cologne.

The man she is with is Captain Lado, not Warner.

She's walking into a trap, set by the French Secret Service.

[dramatic music]

[dramatic music continues] [thunder rumbling]

[woman screaming]

-Help! Help me! -Stop it!

-Help me! -I said, stop it!

Jawohl, Captain! [bottle breaking]

[scuffling] [dramatic music]

[scuffling] [dramatic music]

Turn left and go ahead.

[dramatic music]

[dramatic music] [scuffling]

Drive closer.

Quick! Get in.

[dramatic music] [loud breathing]

Take us home.

Bring him to the living room.

Leave him here.

Thank you.

Wait in the car.

-What's going on? -Warner is secret police.

We have to run, and we can't keep this.

Here is what we do.

-Anna. -Hmm?

Go upstairs, and you bring me the picture of Non.

-Now. -I'll do it.

Uhh, what's going on? What picture?

Trust me.

[snaps her fingers] Anna, please.

-Call the doctor and police too. -All right.

You're going to call every journalist you know

and the news of the day will be

Mata Hari the French patriot saved the Russian hero

Vladimir Maslov.

[suspenseful music]

-It's, genius. -Shhh.

[music continues]

What are you writing?

It's a goodbye letter for Warner.

Couldn't leave him sad, can we?

No. No.

[music continues]

[pen on paper]

Give this to the driver, and pay him well.

Of course.

[music continues]

-Here. -Thank you.

Take these.

Put it there.

Mm.

[sighs]

Thank god you're awake.

No.

The doctor should arrive shortly.

-Nothing serious, it seems. -Don't touch it!

It's my daughter, Non.

She means everything to me.

-Margaretha, I was-- -Excuse me, Madame.

-Doctor Havel is here. -Hello, Doctor.

Well.

I'll leave you alone for now.

[sighs]

[groans]

[ominous music]

Maslov was not saved by the French authorities.

Perhaps because they were busy arresting drunks or prostitutes.

The Russian here was saved by the woman

who survived the recent massacre which the authorities also failed to prevent.

The same woman who is loved by the public

and is constantly assaulted and harassed

by those same authorities who failed her and Maslov

-just as they are failing-- -Get to the point.

"Without regard for her own life Mata Hari rescued Maslov

from the German spies and treated the hero's grievous wounds.

Not only did she save the captain's life

but also the vital documents he was carrying

which are now safe with

the General Lakvitsky."

She out-mastered me, for the moment.

I must be patient.

It's hot, so blow on it first.

Then take some sugar...

put it between your teeth

and sip through it.

Mm? Mm?

-Huh? -Go on, sip. Sip the tea.

[slurping sounds]

[spluttering] [laughing]

I told you, you shouldn't.

[laughs] It's very good. [coughs]

[laughs] Thank you.

I'm so, grateful to you for Vladimir.

I was glad to be of help.

I'm just tired of talking about it. [laughs]

What is that small building over there?

It's a greenhouse.

I enjoy gardening.

I would love to look at it.

Will you give me a tour?

[Vera] Of course, he'll be happy to.

The doctor said you should walk more.

Of course I will keep you company.

Don't take too long.

We'll have lunch soon.

[birds chirping]

[romantic music builds]

[sighs] Such a lovely smell.

My neighbors had a place like this, when I was a child.

[music continues]

I love the whole concept of a greenhouse.

It's not only beautiful.

[music continues]

It's life.

[music continues]

The sun brings light.

And it brings warmth.

And it makes the flowers blossom.

[music continues]

We should go back.

[sighs] As you wish.

[music continues]

[loud breathing]

[music continues]

[music continues]

[music fades]

[ending music]

[men shouting] [guns firing]

Have you talked to Vera yet?

Not yet. [explosion]

Damn bastards are fucking us!

They want to cover us in dust!

Sit down, don't be stupid. What's the use of getting killed for nothing?

[loud explosion] [men shouting]

You know I haven't called off the wedding yet?

Because thanks to her father's connections, I get sent to Paris more often,

but when I'm there I don't sleep with my fiancée, I sleep with the dancer of course!

Then leave her. If you know who this woman is, leave her!

[loud explosion]

You make it sound so easy Father.

It's hard because it's a battle for your soul...

-Don't let the devil win! -Just shut up Sasha!

[multiple loud explosions]

[deep rumbling]

[men shouting]

[breathing heavily] Father Alexander?

[struggles]

Father Alexander?

[panicked] Sasha?

[shouting] Sasha!

[breathing heavily in shock]

Sa--

[crying]

[soft dramatic intro music]

[piano playing]

[exhaling] Sit down already god damn you.

I would be damned for what I am doing here.

-Madame said she would be here by three? -Yes.

Punctuality is the virtue of Kings.

I'm only letting you in my house because I lost a bet I hope you know that.

Of course, if you want we can make another bet and maybe this time we could

-raise the stakes? -Maybe?

God of love just put this monster here already! [puts suitcase on table]

You wanna come and visit my bedroom?

-Oh my Queen, can I stay with you forever? -[woman laughing]

[footsteps into the distance]

[footsteps into the distance]

[knocks on door]

You're so young and it's so boring.

Is working at the Ministry of Magic so serious?

[stammering] I just want you to put it somewhere safe, there are important documents inside--

Here's your stupid case, it hasn't gone anywhere has it?

And look what I found!

-[Vladimir] Oh... That's great. -Much more interesting.

[chuckles]

Bonjaulée... so good.

[camera shutting]

[folding papers]

[suspenseful music]

-Faster. -Shut up.

Put that back into the case.

[doorbell rings]

[laughing] [kisses]

-You are beautiful. -[laughs]

-[breathing heavily] -Wait, wait, wait.

[continues kissing]

[door opens] -Madame.

What? Now?

-He wasn't supposed to come until the next day. -What's wrong?

Get dressed fast.

[whispered] What's the matter?

I'm afraid we'll have to postpone this until later...

please, quick!

[maid] Let me help you.

-[muffled laugh] -Sshh.

[both laughing]

So there'll be one more idiot telling friends at the bar that he slept with Mata Hari.

You have to go now Pierre, I still have to get the house ready for Vladimir.

'Vladimir'... the way you say his name.

I say his name the way it's pronounced...

And improvised, very valuable information as you know it.

A silly, naive lover boy is a dangerous man

second only to a conscientious traitor.

Just like you Monsieur.

You sound offended Madame.

Does that mean you care about this Russian?

Pierre, you should go now.

-[civilian] No, Monsieur! -[loud cries from crowd]

You're a German agent.

[in anguish] I'm not I swear!

I just play music!

[angry proclamations from crowd]

[civilian] Don't come around with your violin bastard!

I heard you speak children. [spits angrily]

[soldier] If you're French, why aren't you on the battlefield?

[angry jeers continue]

Stop it, stop it... Monsieur's calm down!

-They're trying to kill me! -Calm down!

You want me to tell you why I want this right? [smashes glass]

[crowd screams]

[soldier] Captain, I can't fire into the crowd.

There's so many people around, I don't know what to do Sir.

That's alright, don't do anything Monsieur.

People are getting rid of German spies.

[ominous music]

[terrified screams]

[terror screams continue]

[crowd screams]

[indistinct]

I must say... good work.

Thank you, sir.

[Officer] Come with me to the Bureau.

I have some special missions to discuss with you... that sound good?

Absolutely sir.

[insidious music continues]

[horses hooves on street]

[door creaks open]

I'm sorry this has to be so late.

Nowhere is Monsieur Noir you're always welcome.

Don't take too much risk it's not that urgent.

I understand... Goodnight Monsieur.

Goodnight.

[Officer] Captain Ladoux report.

Riots and civil disturbances are increasing,

as well are complaints about the army and--

[Officer] Complaints are unavoidable.

[Ladoux] But we can minimize it there have been reports of attacks

on people suspected of being spies or deserters.

[Officer] And how does that help us minimize the public's dissatisfaction?

Well reports show that people are obsessed with spies.

They're starting to accuse neighbors, shopkeepers, we can use this to our advantage

Use it how to our advantage?

Spies can make convenient scapegoats you can blame them for anything

Who is to blame? For the many thousands who died at the battle of Verdun.

The spies are.

Who is to blame for the failure of the Somme?

The spies as well.

[Officer] If your bureau is in charge of finding spies that would mean that you're to blame

I would prefer to lose my own reputation than to have people lose respect for the army,

and our government.

-Well said. -Yes, and really appreciated.

What do you need from us Captain?

A free hand to do whatever I need and I promise you

we will catch enough spies or I'll take all the blame.

Alright but I don't want you to overdo it.

[Officer] There should be no charges without evidence,

bending the law will not be tolerated.

-Certainly sir, I'm aware of that sir. -Next slide gentlemen.

[Captain] The death of Alexander was a great loss, he was a true man of god and a great officer.

-Terrible blow to the soldiers. -We can't, men like him are irreplaceable .

Especially now, when such terrible things are happening in Russia.

-[soldier] Your excellency. -[Colonel] You're leaving?

-Aren't you staying for the memorial dinner? -I would sir...

-My father-in-law wants to see me. -[Colonel] Oh family matters,

I see. Well you're on leave so.

Thank you sir.

Captain... our French allies left documents for us at their headquarters

please pick them up, before you go.

Will do sir.

[Lieutenant] I'm surprised he is leaving.

Yes I was under the impression Captain Maslov was Father Alexander's closest friend.

[knocking on door] Come in my dear friend,

We were just discussing the operation.

Good day, Monsieur, Captain.

It's a disgrace that she's still alive.

Well she's just too famous to be burned alive in public.

I will be happy to hang the whore from a lamp post and take all the blame.

You can court martial me, you can send me back to the front lines

and I'd be happy to go if I could first see this harlot with a rope around her neck.

I like your enthusiasm, but we have to follow the law.

Remember I hate her as much as you do.

[clock ticking]

I want that mansion under surveillance at all times,

if you see anything suspicious report to me immediately.

She's the carrier... who sends, and receives letters for her...

I don't want you to intercept her I want her colleagues as well.

That clear?

[romantic music]

How long can you stay?

Not long. But later I can stay for a whole night.

[kissing]

I'd rather you stayed for life.

Can you have breakfast with me?

-Breakfast? -Uh-huh.

Did you just wake up?

[smiling] Yes.

I had a show last night.

I just danced.

Only that... I swear.

That's all.

[whispering] Hey, I swear.

I swear.

[tight embrace]

[camera shutting]

See how wonderful I am at this? [giggles]

You'll be so happy...

[giggling] No.

Let me feed you.

[chuckles]

You seem a bit tired. How are things? Hmm?

-How are things? -Mmm-hmm.

-[speaks German] -What does that mean?

My things are as dark as... as suit is white.

My friend was killed... our priest.

And I ran away from the funeral to be with you.

Eat.

You are a warrior, and warriors should eat this trouble.

[eats the grape and kisses]

[spits]

[suspenseful music continues]

It's a map. I made five photographs.

Good job... your bank account will get larger by the day.

I might not get a chance to use it... someone is phoning again.

Anna you must be very tired, no-one is following you, it's in your mind.

Trust me. Everything will be fine.

[inhales deeply] You have to deliver this tonight to Monsieur Roma

[crickets chirping]

Go. [engine starts]

[footsteps approaching]

-Hey watch it cow. -[gasps] What are you doing?

What are you doing? Give it back!

We heard you speaking German...

bitch.

I'm not German, I am Dutch.

She doesn't have money, just some change, she must have more, such a fat German cow!

[screaming with terror] Help!

Scream louder, they'll be happy to hang you, or tear you to pieces.

[woman crying]

[wails in desperation]

[mounting suspense music]

So, we searched but we found nothing on her. Only a bit of money,

No documents, no film.

[exhales deeply]

Photographs turned out well. Anna did a good job.

She's got pictures of some maps.

[water dripping]

Senior positions, the Russians plan an attack in the next few days.

Excellent. I'll send it immediately to the Portuguese Consulate

When are you going to publish that book there?

-As soon as our friends are out of Paris. -Hmm.

Soon then.

With these documents the Germans have set a trap for the Russians

so then we'll get killed.

Don't you feel sorry about your Vladimir?

This photograph... should be the cover.

Good choice.

[birds singing]

Good morning my dear.

You didn't sleep well?

I had a little headache.

[sorrowful music]

You should stop worrying so much.

It won't help him and it's not good for you.

It's going to be two weeks the day after tomorrow.

I miss him so.

[door closes]

Oh my god.

We've been so worried about you.

All this terrible news... but I shouldn't talk about it.

Forgive me. You must be starving!

Everything is ready for the wedding. I got a new dress,

And Father has arranged to have the ceremony at the Alexander cathedral.

We just need someone to officiate.

You wanted Father Alexander to do it?

-We can arrange that. -Father Alexander is dead.

Oh my god. What happened?

He died protecting me.

I'm very sorry. [sorrowful piano music]

Then you should ask Father Kirill if he's available for the wedding?

Will you stop talking about this goddamn wedding for just a moment?

[piano music continues]

[exhales deeply]

I'm sorry.

[exhaling] I have been lying to you and to you.

I can't do this anymore.

I'm sorry.

What are you saying?

I'm in love with someone else Vera.

I cannot marry you.

I don't believe you.

[sorrowful orchestra]

I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.

I beg you, I don't mind this woman being in your life but don't leave me please.

What are you saying Vera? I can't.

Be with her and be with me, I can't be without you.

I'm sorry.

[sorrowful orchestra continues]

-So? How is she? -Well, they didn't do anything awful to her...

she's having a nervous breakdown.

What do you suggest?

Yes, laudanum.

One teaspoon a day, be careful, you can't give her too much,

or she might not wake up.

I understand. How much do I owe you?

One hundred francs Madame.

Here it is.

-Thank you. -Thank you.

[exhales brightly] Hello my dear.

Do you want to talk about it?

Hmm?

Those people were looking for something,

I told you someone was following me.

-But you never listen. -Who's someone?

What are they looking for? Tell me.

[crying] They want what we steal from people. The documents.

I want to go home.

Or I go to the police... let me go home please

-[continues crying] -Alright.

Alright.

You will go home to the [indistinct] I promise.

-[whispering] Thank you. - OK.

[softly] Now you need to rest.

[whimpering in agreement]

-And take your medicine. -Alright.

[suspenseful music]

[door opens]

[motorcar approaching]

[car doors opens]

Good evening Monsieur Le Noir.

Oh. Monsieur.

So you're buying bread in the middle of the night?

Yes but it's only when they bring the fresh one.

Oh.

Ah, you've got a very special relationship with your baker.

[dramatic music]

Stop! Don't shoot!

[gunshot]

Idiot! We needed to talk to him.

Since you're so trigger happy we'll send you to the trenches on the front lines.

Should we arrest the baker?

Of course.

[suspenseful music]

[music continues]

Frau Shragmuller, please. I'm expecting you.

[music continues]

Come in.

Agent H21 has no means of communication.

Why?

Lenoir was killed.

Ladoux has the baker.

Does the baker know about Mata Hari?

Of course not.

They're too close to her now.

They have always been close. [sighs]

I have a plan in mind.

May I?

Mata Hari's maid is concerned about her life

and wants to go back to Holland.

We can't do that.

-She knows too much. -We'll deal with it.

I'll go to Paris myself...

and replace her...

as Mata Hari's help.

Are you insane?

This is too dangerous.

I won't let you take this kind of risk.

What's that?

A message from the headquarters.

They are thanking us

for the information on the Russian attack.

And they're saying Mata Hari is now

our top priority, and we're to give her support

and a new mission.

All right, then.

Go ahead.

Thank you, Colonel.

[door opens and closes]

I've been getting lousy cards for three days now.

You'll get lucky in love...

instead.

A guy gets lucky in love as long as he has money.

You are confusing love and lust.

They are different things, you know?

Yes, sure.

So what is the ring you're wearing?

A token of love or is it a reminder of lust?

Neither one, Lieutenant.

I forgot I was wearing it.

Captain Maslov.

Yeah, that's me.

An order from the headquarters.

Thank you, sir.

One minute, Lieutenant.

If you don't mind, send this letter with the courier, please.

Will do.

[paper rustling]

What is that?

An order to attack.

Hm.

[sighs] Here we are.

Time for goodbyes.

Thank you for everything.

Take care of yourself, mmm?

Yes, I will.

Please. Be careful.

We'll be late for the train.

[sighs]

[door closes]

[sad music]

[music continues]

I guess you need a new maid.

Hm.

I'll be your connection.

I hear it's tough for spies nowadays.

Many people are getting caught.

Police are hunting them down.

That's all right.

They won't get you.

And, umm...

what do you know about housekeeping?

I grew up in a large family

so, I know a lot.

That's good.

I have a lot of guests.

-I know. -And very often.

[Mata Hari laughs] I know.

[doorbell rings]

I'll get it.

Very good start.

-Good evening. -Good evening.

I would like to see Mademoiselle Mata Hari.

She knows me.

You can let her come in.

Elizabeth.

Can you make us tea?

-Sure. -Thank you.

[suspenseful music]

Why are you stopping here? What happened?

Because you were right.

[gunshots]

[music continues]

[car engine]

[splash]

It's warm in here.

They often can't even make a fire in the trenches.

Vladimir told me.

Did he tell you that too?

Mm.

We have other topics.

In fact...

we don't talk that much.

Almost never.

You are a beautiful woman.

I understand why he got so engrossed.

Listen.

I've had a very long day.

And I'm exhausted.

So what do you want?

I don't know.

[sighs]

He called the wedding off.

We were, just supposed to get married.

[Mata Hari] I'm sorry to hear that.

But it has nothing to do with me.

I certainly didn't ask him

to call the wedding off.

[Vera] He said he called it off because he wouldn't lie.

[Mata Hari] Oh, I can teach him to lie

if that's what you want.

[Vera] You talk very cruelly.

But I think you are not as heartless as you want people to believe.

[Mata Hari laughs] Really?

Why would you say so?

Do you see much hardness in what I do?

Mm?

Thank you.

No, trust me.

Dear.

We're just playing a role.

Vladimir is young.

And gorgeous.

Gorgeous as a god.

And that's why I'm with him.

[slurping]

So...

if he is wounded or crippled

will you leave him then?

Well.

If it's just a scar...

on the cheek...

or across the forehead.

It probably will add to his charm.

But a cripple? Ugh.

No.

It's not my cup of tea.

I think I shouldn't have come.

The feeling is mutual, sweetie.

You know the way out.

You know, I...

still think, Vladimir could not fall in love with someone like.

You are a better person.

Probably, you just don't know it yourself.

[shouting in Russian] [dramatic music]

Come on, guys!

Nice doing.

Keeping it gallant, are they?

Strange.

Want us to get closer.

[dramatic music]

[mortars firing]

[hissing]

-[shouting] Poison gas! -[coughing]

[mortars firing]

[gas hissing] [shouting]

[mortars firing]

[gas hissing] [coughing]

[gas hissing] [ominous music]

[ominous music] [gunshots]

[groaning]

[gas hissing] [gunshots]

[ominous music] [gunshots]

[groaning]

[groaning]

[screaming]

[gunshot]

[retching]

[gunshot] [screaming]

[gunshot]

[ominous music]

[gunshot]

[gasping for breath]

[groaning]

[gunshot]

[gunshot]

[gunshots]

[groaning]

Dinner is ready.

Frau Doktor herself is making me a dinner.

It's an honor.

You've had a lot to drink today.

How dare you talk to me this way?

Mm.

Worried about your Russian friend.

Aren't you?

The door.

Monsieur Salvat.

Monsieur?

What is going on?

Why are you wearing this uniform?

I'm being sent to the front-lines.

But consider me lucky.

My boss has been sentenced to prison.

What for?

Somehow the Germans learned

about the new grade of steel

our Ministry Department has been working on.

-Have a seat. -Thank you.

How did they find out?

Who knows?

I just know I'm going to a place

and very bad things are happening there.

What things?

The [indistinct] used gas against the Russians.

They were blinded and coughed up their own lungs

but still kept on fighting.

The Dead Battalion.

Be mine tonight.

I beg of you.

Tomorrow I leave, and may never come back.

I am so scared.

Don't be a coward.

You want to make love to me, don't you?

Yes, I do. Very much.

So you need to act like a man at all times.

Understand?

Elizabeth.

Yes, Madame.

Go get a bed ready for me.

I'll be going to Vittel very soon.

Yes.

Vittel is near the front-lines.

Only the Second Bureau can issue a permit to go there.

Then I will get a permit.

Tomorrow you will want to be even more alive.

Can you serve the dinner in an hour?

-Sure. -Thank you.

[ominous music]

[footsteps]

Now that your soldier has finally left we can have breakfast?

I'm in a hurry.

Where to?

To Vittel.

Did you forget?

Ah.

To visit your darling Vladimir at the hospital.

That can be my excuse to get close to the front.

Wouldn't Cologne be happy?

To receive information from the French army positions?

An excuse.

Well, yes, of course.

If I care so much for Vladimir...

why would I invite another man into my bed?

And speaking of Salvat

I wonder...

if he had brought this with him...

would you have him dead?

I would.

And...

you'd kill me too.

Right?

If I had to.

I suppose I would.

[suspenseful music]

[music continues]

Good afternoon.

A very good friend of mine, and a Russian officer, is in hospital in Vittel.

I'd like to visit him.

You need to make an appointment

with the office at the Second Bureau.

Umm, the gentlemen there will help you.

Thank you.

[music continues]

Captain Ladoux, please.

Good afternoon, Captain.

Monsieur Wernher?

So you remember me, Ma'am?

I'd prefer not to.

But I think you do.

I happen to remember who tried to kill me.

So.

You go by Georges Ladoux, no?

I always have.

Georges Ladoux.

Oh, well.

Let's talk, then.

Who gave you permission to sit down?

You'll love the marriage state, Monsieur.

Please, sit away from my desk.

Let's see what you have.

Oh! Is that a search? Really?

Gentlemen, be careful.

I have very good connections.

Should they hear that the Second Bureau

is harassing me?

Despite...

that I'm...

proving my...

devotion to France?

Mmm?

Find anything yet?

Perhaps, if you'd prefer to search me.

Hm?

Please.

Don't be shy.

What are you waiting for?

Go ahead, please.

Hm?

After all, what am I?

A woman?

Dancing naked on stage?

A whore?

And a spy, obviously.

[Ladoux] Enough.

This is not what you came for.

You want to go to Vittel

to visit your wounded Russian lover, Captain...

Vladimir Maslov.

Correct.

My lover.

And future husband.

If you say.

But your future husband is injured.

Do you know it might be dangerous?

Visit him in a hospital...

which is right next to the front-line?

I'm aware of that, Monsieur.

I heard that he was gassed.

Do you know anything about the circumstances?

I only know what the papers say.

The Germans knew about the attack.

So they could set a trap for the Russians.

If it's true, it is terrible.

You're acquainted with many German officers.

Some of them high in the chain of command.

Of course I do.

But to be absolutely honest with you

I don't even know which position they hold.

Or...

if he is even still alive.

Colonel Nikolai...

for example.

Or Lieutenant Shragmuller.

Who?

Nikolai.

Nikolai?

Sounds familiar.

But Shragm-

Muller? Shragmuller.

No.

Never heard of him.

Of her.

She is a woman.

She's a lieutenant, and a physician.

Sometimes they call her Frau Doktor.

I need to know where she is.

And I want the names of all German officers

whom you are familiar with.

-So you can blackmail them? -Uhuh.

So you want me to become your agent, don't you?

Mm.

I'm ready.

But in exchange...

I want to have permission to go to Vittel

and a protection.

Protection from whom?

-From the enemies, of course. -Mm.

That means you agree...

to work for the Second Bureau?

What do I have to do?

Huh. Matine?

A permit form.

Are you sure, sir?

It needs to say that she has freedom of travel.

I want her to have permission to go to Vittel.

To visit the hospital.

[ominous music]

[sighs]

[ominous music]

Why are we doing this?

We could have forced her to talk.

Because Chavez had to do it legally.

I got a list...

of Mata Hari's contacts.

It's in her own handwriting.

And she's agreed...

to work for us.

Mata Hari is our agent now.

But if she makes one move I don't like...

I will send this paper to the Germans.

and they will sell her out themselves.

And they will either kill her...

or I can kill Mata Hari...

myself.

Legally.

[ending music]

Stop the car please, I want to walk.

Pull over.

Homeless people fished the box

with a dead woman out of the river.

Horrible things are happening in Paris.

[high pitched shriek]

[explosion]

[gasping]

[explosion]

[explosion]

Ma'am it's not safe.

Here, we should go.

[explosion]

[soft dramatic intro music]

[Mata Hari] So, this is how it ends?

Madame?

Hello David.

I just wanted to...

I know.

I heard about the explosions by the river.

So Paris is no longer safe.

It seems so.

The police left a few papers and photographs

there on the desk.

They took everything else.

They even tore apart the galleys.

That's a shame.

What will happen to this place?

I don't know.

Then they won't keep me here anymore.

Since I was working for the spy.

Did you know he was a spy?

Of course not.

Would you take this to the car for me?

Would you?

-Yes. -Thank you.

[door closes]

She got out for a walk on [indistinct].

Just as they fished the body from the river.

She might suspect something.

I am really worried about her visit to the bureau.

And this trip to Vittel too.

You are taking her to the station tomorrow morning.

I will walk her out.

If I am wearing an apron...

you'll kill her.

On the way, like you killed Anna.

If I am not wearing an apron...

you take our Madame to the station.

[motor running]

Thank you.

Oh, ah, how is your Russian friend doing?

Vladim, right?

[laughs]

Vladimir is doing good.

Thank you.

Goodbye David.

Goodbye Madame.

[woman] I don't understand why the bureau

gave you permission to go to Vittel.

The same way I've gotten so many other documents.

My methods are well-proven and always efficient.

Ladoux is your lover?

[giggle]

Of course not.

With his lieutenant.

He was handsome too, so that made it easy.

Anyway, he was bringing documents for Ladoux to sign

and he was looking at me so lustfully.

So I suggested that we go into his office,

just the two of us.

And in exchange,

get me the pyramid to Vittel.

Very simple.

So you went in his office with him.

You wanna hear details?

Maybe when I am back.

I will bring you old documents you need,

and old information you need.

I am very good at memorizing things.

I will take notes and maybe... I will take photographs.

Don't take too much risk.

And come back soon.

I will.

Oh that must be Jacques.

Right on time.

-Good morning Elizabeth. -Good morning.

Are you coming with us Elizabeth?

Oh no, I am just going to take a walk.

-Bye. -Bye.

[door closes]

[train horn]

This is Keith...

our youngest.

There, there my dear.

-Mm. -You must stay strong.

He took arms to revenge his brothers.

The first day he was there,

his unit took part in an offensive at the river.

My baby died.

They stabbed him at the trench.

As if he were a lamb.

Agatha, please...

Sorry...

Don't.

How old was he?

Nineteen.

We are on our way to our middle son now.

His name is Simon like mine.

He was around the Russians when the Germans seized him.

And did he die?

No offense, but no.

But...

he was crippled.

We don't yet know how badly.

Anyway, he survived.

And can't fight anymore.

That's what matters.

At least one of our sons will stay with us.

Right.

It's your turn now.

Tell us about yourself.

Whom are you visiting?

My fiancé.

He's a Russian officer.

And he was gassed too.

I'm going to have a walk in the car tour.

Of course.

Thank you for sharing.

Sorry.

[train screeching]

[ominous music]

Excuse me, sir.

How long are we stopping here?

Five minutes.

Please, take a seat Madame.

[train horn]

Is there any doctor in this train, please?

Please?

We need a doctor.

We need a doctor.

We need to lay him down.

Can I get water and a tissue please?

Yeah.

That's what it's like.

Come now, dear.

Excuse me.

Why are you here?

How did you find out?

From the papers.

May I?

-Be my guest. -Thank you.

You promised to spend the rest of your life with me.

Remember?

I am not going to spend my life with a promiscuous woman.

How nasty.

But it won't work, you know.

What won't?

Trying to push me away.

We can't be together now.

You must see that.

No I don't.

I've played at love but now I fell in love for real.

I want to marry you.

Spend the rest of my life with you.

Dammit.

Georgie, take the razor from her for Christ sake!

Georgie Mihalovich, where are you?

Who are you looking for?

To hell with him.

I am a cripple.

They've cut half my lungs out.

I may stay blind for life.

I cannot carry you around

in my arms anymore.

I am a... different man now.

Well it's time for me to carry you in my arms.

Please marry me?

You will regret it.

Never. Never, never, never.

Monsieur Salinas?

Who are you?

I am from Frau Dokter.

That's too bad.

I was hoping to see Frau personally.

We don't have much time so get to the point.

Our sources have information

that Mata Hari has been recruited.

By the second bureau.

She named her contacts in Germany.

Are you sure that it is not a trick of the second bureau?

The list of names that she gave them,

we have seen it.

I understand. I will tell Frau Dokter.

There's one more thing.

We found out that Mata Hari may be heading for Madrid.

So hurry up then.

Six arsonists who tried to set food stores on fire,

have been detained in the suburbs.

Only two could be brought to [indistinct]

The other four were butchered by the crowd.

Oh those cruel Parisians.

Our agents provocative need to be paid, monsieur.

Yes, yes, yes. Do you have the documents?

No, but I can get them for you.

First tell me what's going on with Mata Hari.

I didn't wanna kill your mood, captain.

But agent reports that Mata Hari spends days

and nights by Maslov's bedside.

You surely mean in his bed?

No, he is crippled, almost blind, monsieur.

She's taking care of him.

Harlot.

So now she's an angel.

It's got to be a trick.

Keep a close watch on her.

It's cloudy today.

Yeah.

I can see it myself.

You can try with the other eye. The doctor said

that if you can see the light...

your vision may come back.

Can you see something?

Yes.

Yes.

The doctor also said...

that a weather like Russia might be good for you.

Weather like Russia is in Russia.

I know things are getting bad there,

and I will be a complete stranger.

I think maybe we can go to Poland.

I have money and a house in Haag.

But...

I will be a stranger there.

Are you suggesting I live off your money?

Of course not.

But I have good connections and...

maybe you can serve.

Maybe you can...

write a resignation letter. Could you?

Yes I can but...

I am on indefinite leave now.

It seems...

you have already made all the decisions.

Yes.

I've written to the banker...

and I booked two tickets to Nice.

And we can go to Madrid and then Bilbao.

And from there get the money and go by...

ferry, to Haag.

What if I say no?

I won't go either.

But we can try, my love?

And if it's not working we'll go to Russia.

The only thing is to be with you.

It's the only thing I want.

[knocks]

They said Mata Hari is about to leave.

And we need to hurry. My source confirmed.

Our agent in the Rothchild bank

reported that they received a letter from Margaretha Zelle.

She asked for her money to be transferred to Madrid.

The information is reliable.

She wants to run away.

We need to send an anonymous letter

to the bureau.

To let them know about her request to the bank.

Right now.

Consider yourself lucky that your incompetence

delayed the transaction.

But we can't delay further.

-It would be illegal. -We are at war.

In a war, anything that helps to beat

the enemy is legal.

Still, I need a written order.

I need you to accept responsibility.

I will hold you responsible

if the traitor Margaretha Zelle receives a single cent

from her account.

Not one cent. Do you hear me?

Now. Get out of my sight.

It's too late. They're in Madrid already.

That sneaky whore.

Thank god the director was stuck in bed

with his mistress and hadn't sent the money yet.

It gives us time to form a new plan.

Looks like God's on our side.

Or the devil. Anyway...

let's go to Madrid, Matine.

The news from Russia gets worse every day.

Desertion, defeats, starvation;

the army's a mess.

The Tsar can't control the country anymore.

At a time like this,

might be seen as abandoning your duty.

You want to risk that?

My resignation is due to my injury.

I cannot serve for health reasons.

Certainly.

I'll talk to general Levinsky.

Margaretha.

No sit down, please.

I am on my way to the bank.

The money should be here today.

How do you feel?

It's too hot here for Russians.

An expensive hotel.

You seem to be in good hands.

What are you implying?

Nothing. Absolutely nothing.

Will you submit my letter?

But of course. I will do it.

I can make no guarantee

they will accept it.

[coughing]

Our Madame is upset.

How touching.

Mata Hari has to cut her expenses.

Don't worry about it. Stay on her.

A doorman shouldn't see a woman of your position

walking in the sun like that.

I see that you are not very happy to see me.

Why?

I am.

At least...

it explains why I couldn't get my money.

We had a deal.

I just want to keep you honest.

I could give you a lift.

Right to the door.

Please... jump into the car.

What do you want?

You know what.

I want you to work for us.

I will be living in Haag, if you need anything.

You have no use to us in Haag.

If you want your money I want the names...

of your accomplices in France.

What accomplices?

You admitted you work with German intelligence.

-I think you still are. -You think so?

What are you going to do about it?

We can arrest you right now.

In Madrid?

But it is in your country?

You have no evidence against me.

What if I tell your Russian lover

that you are the reason...

why he's a cripple now?

Because you warned the Germans of the Russian attack.

He will never believe you.

You know it's true.

What if he sees it in your eyes?

Think about it.

Go back to the hotel

and don't charge Madame for the ride.

I'll expect to hear from you soon.

Now, she'll contact the Germans.

She'll tell them that we've asked

for information.

And they'll give her false reports to give us.

-She'll pass it over to us. -Mhm.

We will check it and arrest her.

Exactly.

I don't need to watch her hotel anymore.

Let's go.

Good evening Frau.

What brings you here?

You rigged the note.

I used secret code.

I am agent H21.

Please, sit down.

The circumstances forced me to leave France.

That's a shame.

And the captain was blackmailing me.

And made me agree to work for him.

Is... that so.

Of course I only pretended, to go along...

if you give me some information that appears real...

he will trust me, and we can use that.

So you've got it all worked out.

Elizabeth.

I am glad to see you.

You told me you got the permit by sleeping with the lieutenant.

Why did you lie to me, Margaretha?

I had no choice.

I knew you wouldn't agree to let me make the deal

to see Vladimir.

But I had to. I really love him.

How sweet.

Because of Ladoux,

I cannot get my money from the bank.

What a rascal.

Isn't he, [indistinct]?

I've got important information for you.

For instance, did you know that the French

are moving a regiment from the front lines to Senegal?

We will check that.

And I could have sold many German agents to Ladoux...

for that money.

But I don't want to betray my friends.

For instance,

they could have gotten Frau Dokter several days ago,

on a silver platter.

If I had chosen to betray you.

But I didn't.

What do you...

suggest now?

So what do you want, Margaretha?

False facts.

To trick Ladoux.

[cough]

[man] Senior could hardly breathe.

We wanted to call for the doctor but he refused.

I understand. Thank you.

Oh Margaretha, you are back.

Of course I'm here.

You're not feeling good?

I'm never feeling good...

without you.

Poor darling.

I am here.

We'll be leaving soon.

Very soon.

[unsettling music]

The information Mata Hari gave us was false,

as I suspected.

So we know she's still working for the Germans.

I will take charge of all information

regarding this operation.

We will make sure they have false dates,

and true movements.

And as Germans move on, it will trap them.

We'll give false information to one of our African regiments

and allow the Germans to discover it.

We will allow the Germans to think the regiment

is returning to Senegal.

I gave this information to Mata Hari

and I am sure she passed it to the Germans.

Are you in the front? Ask him.

[speaking French]

[speaking French]

He says they are heading to the station to go home.

And where is his home?

[speaks French]

Senegal.

We'll change our regiments orders

by generating fake communication and movements

to make the Germans think the orders are still in force.

We'll move out immediately.

Get the soldiers ready. We're advancing and attacking.

[explosions]

The Germans will attack thinking the front lines are vulnerable.

They will be met with overwhelming force.

As the Germans are wiped out,

they will want to take revenge on their beloved agent.

[woman] Our units were trapped.

The enemy is poisonous gas.

Our regiments that led the attack

were completely destroyed by the gas.

Go on...

I have to read this to the commander

and the entire staff.

Keep reading.

Those who did not die of gas poisoning,

were shot or stabbed to death.

No more than fifty soldiers survived...

out of three units.

They hardly managed to stop the counterstrike

of the French regiment.

It caused great losses.

And this is all because of your agent Mata Hari?

What do you have to say for yourself?

I deserve to die.

So do I.

But it would make our enemies even happier.

All we can do is make her pay for this betrayal.

Let me do it.

Please.

This hard climate is killing him.

Your husband needs marine air and a cold climate, Senora.

We're going soon.

Hurry up then.

He's falling asleep.

Take him as soon as you can.

Thank you.

[door opens]

[door closes]

[solemn piano music]

News from Madrid.

You may go.

[door opens]

What's the news?

Mata Hari moved to a cheap hotel.

She's pawned all her jewellery to... pay for the doctor

for her Russian lover.

But he is doing worse.

I feel sorry for that captain.

But he chose the wrong woman.

Tell our people in Madrid to be especially careful

starting tomorrow.

The Germans won't forgive her betrayal.

But we must not lose her to them.

I want that traitor to be punished here.

In France.

[car motors]

Is she still at the hotel?

Yes. She doesn't leave the Russian.

The French must be somewhere nearby too.

Two people on both exits day and night.

Don't let them get in our way.

This must be an execution.

Not just a murder.

You have five agents.

Excuse me, please.

[stabs]

Good morning, Madame.

Stay here.

God...

What is it?

Another gas attack.

This time the French have gassed the Germans.

[knock on door]

One moment, I shall get it.

Who is it?

I have a bank draft for Madame Mata Hari.

[door opens]

[punch]

What are you doing? Get out!

Get out. Get out.

[Mata Hari] Stop it. Stop!

[door closes]

You deceived us, Madame Seller.

I didn't deceive you.

I relayed the information.

Thousands of German soldiers died.

You will pay for this.

-[punches] -Don't touch him!

You are not loyal to any people or ideals.

You live only to satisfy your pathetic personal needs.

Such people are useless. You will die.

[kicks]

[gunshot]

[gunshot]

[gunshots]

[gunshot]

[woman gasping]

Yes.

Who are they?

Why do they want to kill you?

It doesn't matter.

[coughing]

[gunshot]

I got you.

[rain pouring]

She'll be fine.

She's just sleeping.

Thank you.

[door closes]

Calm down.

Calm down Monsieur Maslov, I am a friend.

Who are you?

Captain George Ladoux.

Second bureau of general headquarters.

Of the French Republic.

You see now?

Perhaps.

Do you know what happened?

Of course I do.

Margaretha is my agent.

German spies tried to kill her.

What did she do for you?

She knows many high ranking German officers.

We wanted--

You wanted her to sleep with them for you, didn't you?

Anyway,

being here is dangerous for her.

I suggest we take her to France. I can protect her there.

Well it's your decision.

Just let me know.

But I think the doctors are much better in France.

Wait.

When can we leave?

[instrumental music]

What's the matter officer?

A standard check.

There's a wounded woman with us.

We need a doctor or a hospital.

Wounded?

May I see?

[opens car door]

Out of the car.

Out of the car!

What's the matter? What are you doing?

We're arresting this woman on charges of spying

for Germany.

Where is Vladimir?

Vladimir is not the one you should worry about, Madame.

You've given me false information.

Which proves you are a double agent

working for the Germans.

The Germans lost.

You have no proof against me.

You really think that?

I know so.

We'll see.

You will stand trial

and if found guilty, you will be executed.

Take them.

[ending music]

[unsettling music]

[door unlocks]

[door closes]

Evening, Volodya.

I guess we can't believe the newspapers.

You look great.

You wanna talk to me about something?

I want to sell my father's estate.

Sell it now?

You'll get nothing for it.

There's a war on. I think you've lost your mind.

First you betrayed Vera,

and now you want to betray your father's memory.

What do you need the money for?

Dresses? Jewelry?

[coughs]

She needs a lawyer.

Trust me.

I wouldn't dare ask you if I had another option.

[coughs]

Mm.

[coughs]

[soft dramatic intro music]

Please stop fidgeting, my friend.

I assure you we will get these stupid charges dismissed.

I would prefer if you took the money

and we could sign the contract.

Contract?

Well if it's that important to you,

let's sign a contract.

About one frank.

I won't accept anymore than that.

I've admired Mata Hari for many years.

She's a brilliant actress and...

a gorgeous woman. And these idiots--

These gentlemen here are telling me

that the fabulous Mata Hari is a spy.

It's a ridiculous lie.

I am your attorney. Margaretha Zelle.

[Speaking French]

Delighted to finally meet you in person, Madame.

Do you think this is a whore house?

You'll stay away from the prisoner.

It's alright, Matine.

Let Madame enjoy the attention.

She won't have much from here on.

You're as kind as ever.

Here, please.

Well now, shall we begin?

Madame Margaretha...

Zelle is accused of espionage for Germany.

Oh my goodness. That's a serious accusation.

Do you have any proof of that?

I mean...

no disrespect but this supports her claim that ...

you were blackmailing her, captain.

Which means any information...

you got from her was given under duress.

And furthermore, I feel compelled to remind you

blackmail is against the law.

So I don't think the court

will look kindly on your actions.

It's wartime.

And all's fair in war?

[chuckles]

But while I agree that you...

need to be ruthless with the enemy,

this woman is not a soldier.

Blackmail can get a confession out of a saint.

It's not a legal tool for an investigation.

especially when it is used,

against such a fragile creature.

I strongly advice you not to sign anything

because I strongly suspect they do not have

any substantial evidence against you.

[Mata Hari] Thank you.

That's what I thought.

Well let's leave this decision to the court.

In the meantime...

I am sure that, Monsieur Maslov,

and Madame Zelle would appreciate

a few minutes on their own.

This will be over soon.

And I hope to see you back on stage.

[instrumental music]

[Mata Hari] I missed you so.

When will you come again?

I don't know when they will give me another chance to come.

Please try to come soon, I beg you.

But I will try to come as soon as possible.

It's so hard here.

I can't anymore.

I need character witnesses who are ready to testify

for her.

She knows many important people. Some of them might be willing

-to help out. -Of course, we need her.

I will do whatever you tell me to do.

We'll get her out.

-Believe me. -I do.

[door opens]

[paparazzi]

My shoulder doesn't hurt me anymore.

You wanted to see the sky. It's right above you.

And here are the documents,

that you promised to sign.

I will not sign anything.

Not until I see Vladimir.

We should shoot this whore, without a trial.

Calm down.

How do I know you are not trying to trick us again?

You've had me locked up here for a month without a trial.

You obviously call the shots here.

Alright. You'll see captain Maslov.

Captain Ladoux is waiting for you Monsieur Maslov.

It's a standard non-disclosure clause.

Non-disclosure of what?

That you won't repeat anything you see

or hear in the prison. It's just a formality.

To protect the prisoners.

It doesn't seem like a formality.

I guess things are different in Russia.

This is French bureaucracy.

Matine.

You idiot. How dare you mistreat the prisoner?

Can't you see who you are dealing with?

I apologize for the guard, Madame.

Monsieur Maslov, you have one hour.

Close the door.

[door closes]

How are they treating you?

It's awful here.

I deserve this.

Don't say that.

Please.

Don't.

You don't realize who I am.

What I have done.

What are you talking about?

I've been working for the German intelligence

for many years.

I don't believe it.

And yet it's true.

[Mata Hari] But even that,

isn't the worst of it.

What happened to you...

[sighs]

it's partly my fault.

[Vlad] Are you saying Ladoux was right?

You used the maps I were supposed to take

to headquarters?

I did.

We photographed them.

I'm so sorry.

This is it, Matine.

Write it all down.

The names. The dates.

Hurry. Hurry.

I slept with men for money.

And to get information.

For my German friends.

What friends?

The friends who tried to hang you from the ceiling fan

in the hotel? Those friends?

She's one.

Leave it all behind.

And start having a normal life at last.

I had to tell you.

You can leave me now.

I understand.

I am not going anywhere.

Until you'll tell me everything.

How sweet.

We got her.

Not yet.

This will work.

[ominous music]

[door unlocks]

May we enter, Madame?

How is it going with your lawyer?

It has been a long time since he was here.

I assume you are preventing him from seeing me?

No, it's possible for him to see you anytime.

Perhaps he has more important clients?

We have sort of a corporate dispute with the [indistinct].

Who owns the [indistinct], Mata Hari?

Are you here to dazzle me with your sense of humor,

gentlemen? Because I am not amused.

We're not trying to amuse you.

I am afraid Maître Clunet is not the best...

attorney for your case.

We'll see about that.

Yes we will.

And I think we'll see his best features

that it's not...

costing a penny for your Russian friend.

But now Maslov has all the money he needs.

[indistinct] recently wrote him a large check.

Nice considering Maslov called off the marriage

to his daughter.

Maybe it's back on?

Monsieur Maslov has to think about his own future now.

Perhaps that is why he told us everything about you being

a German spy.

He would never betray me.

Never. He loves me.

I love him.

How dare you?

He wrote everything down.

Everything he knew about your crimes.

This is not his handwriting.

Monsieur Maslov does not write so well in French.

This is why he dictated this statement

to my team.

Just look there at the signature.

Do you recognize it?

[solemn music]

I don't believe Margaretha confessed.

This has to be fraud.

No it's quite genuine.

It's signed, dated, all in proper form.

She incriminated herself. How did you do it?

We put her on the rack Tore out her nails...

-knocked out all her teeth. -I want to see her.

Good luck with that.

I doubt she will see you though.

She doesn't wanna see anyone these days.

What about Maslov?

Does he know about this?

Maslov.

Her dear Maslov is the prime witness against her.

He sold her out completely.

You wanted to see me?

Sit down.

I don't have much time.

It won't take long. She's pleading guilty.

Signed a complete confession.

Why?

You ask me why?

I'll ask you why you'd get letters from generals,

former presidents, ministers.

What good are they?

It's all useless now.

Thanks to you. They showed her your statement.

It was very informative.

You destroyed her.

What are you talking about?

The one you gave Ladoux.

Three pages with your signature on each of them.

[sighs]

Did he trick you?

Did you sign any papers?

That he could have possibly filled in later?

Yes.

When is the trial?

It starts tomorrow.

Let me talk to her.

Once she knows the truth,

she will change her mind.

No, she refuses to see anybody.

I've been trying.

Is there anything I can do?

Not a thing.

If you try to recant, they will simply charge you

with perjury.

And since they have your statement against her,

if you even show up at the trial,

it could go worse for her.

[crowd whispering]

Margaretha, I've been trying to tell you.

Margaretha you need to understand that Vladimir didn't--

Order please.

Native France, may I present...

the case now.

Maître Clunet.

[coughing]

Your honor.

Ladies and gentlemen.

People of France.

I am addressing you today on behalf of a woman

who is famous,

but also helpless and frightened.

She is recovering from a recent wound,

inflicted by German spies while she was working

as an agent for France.

But despite that,

despite of her service and her patriotism,

a case has been falsified against her.

The... prosecutors blackmailed he

into testifying against herself and she relented just to end

her suffering.

She suffers because she feels abandoned by everyone.

But I am here to say you are not abandoned.

The truth about Vladimir,

is that he-- -He had nothing to do with it.

I did it all myself.

Margaretha.

Don't!

Everything in my confession is true.

[man] I don't believe this!

[judge] Order!

Mata Hari would never do these things.

Was it really you, Mata Hari?

Dance for us, Madame.

[club] Order!

[club] Order!

Does this mean you plead guilty?

Yes, your honor.

[crowd objecting]

I believe she just threw away her last chance to survive.

[paparazzi]

What is the verdict?

Let's get a coffee.

Maître.

[ominous music]

Death.

Firing squad.

[locks door shut]

[guard] This way.

To your right, then to your right.

[chains rattling]

[man screaming]

[men leering]

[guard] This way, this way.

[bars rattling]

Captain Ladoux tricked me into signing a fake testimony.

Then he used it to trick Margaretha Zelle,

into incriminating herself.

But her testimony is true.

She is not a spy.

[the captain] May I come in, sir?

[door closes]

Captain George Ladoux,

reporting as ordered, sir.

[man] Do you know the reason I sent for you?

Not entirely, sir.

I assume it is regarding the court trial

of Margaretha Gertrude Zelle, or as she calls herself,

Mata Hari.

The identification number of Madame Mata Hari,

for German intelligence is agent H21.

Where does this information come from?

Her own remorseful confession.

-Lying bastard. -Calm down.

Monsieur Maslov here,

claims that you deceived him.

He says you tricked him into signing

a non-disclosure document.

And then later his fake testimony

against Mata Hari appeared on those pages.

This is true, absolutely.

That's what I did.

I agreed to help you, don't make me regret it.

Ex-captain Maslov.

Explain yourself, captain.

We did not have clear evidence to convict Mata Hari,

as agent H21.

We did trick her into confessing.

But the crime she confessed to were then proven independently.

If Monsieur General wishes it,

I will now destroy the papers that Monsieur Maslov has signed.

Yes, I would like that, captain.

It doesn't matter.

Margaretha has been sentenced to death.

Let's protect the honor of a Russian officer.

[captain] I understand.

She was a spy.

There is nothing we can do about it.

Ladoux, you're a scoundrel.

I challenge you to a duel.

Your man's crazy.

Are you out of your damn mind? Idiot!

What duel?

Monsieur Maslov,

I am an officer of the French army.

which is now at war.

It would be preposterous,

to fight...

under the circumstances. It's inappropriate.

You are not only a scoundrel,

but a coward too.

Only my respect for you, general, keeps me from...

Get out!

You've disgraced yourself.

Spare the Russian army, at least.

[door opens]

[coughs]

[door closes]

I hope he won't do anything stupid.

I deserve to die.

But please spare my beloved Vladimir.

Please don't let them blame him.

I know you must hate me or you wouldn't have testified.

I deserve this hate.

But if there's anything you could grant me

before I die, it would be to know

that he forgives me.

Please.

I must have gone mad to be helping you with this,

Vladimir.

Thank you.

Just this time and I will never bother you again.

Dominique Jabour.

A one-legged cemetery keeper.

He lost it in the war.

Probably.

We were out of touch for a while.

He owes me a favor. I helped his family once.

How exactly can a one-legged soldier be of any help?

He can't.

Unless he happens to be the grave digger.

for the Vincent cemetery.

Dominique Jabour, right?

Monsieur Jabour?

Maître Clunet sent me.

He said you fought in the war for us.

Here in France.

I am Russian.

We have our issues with Germans too.

I fought too.

I lost my leg during the battle of the Tsar.

I see the war crippled you as well?

Will you help me?

I will.

I don't want your money, brother,

but I am not the only one involved.

Yes.

As Clunet said.

[coughing]

Now listen.

First you need to get here.

This is where the nuns rooms are.

Approach to the left of the north tower.

The guards make their rounds in 8 minutes.

So once they pass, you have that long to get inside

before they return.

[soldier] This is amazing.

Get to the northwest tower.

I'll throw you a rope to climb up.

[suspenseful music]

Be fast. But also careful and quiet.

If the guards hear you and look up,

they will see you.

[music gains momentum]

At the top you will see another guard.

You will have to knock him out.

[man grunts]

[gasps]

[hits]

If the nuns see you, don't panic.

They don't know everyone by sight.

Don't talk to them. Just walk by, calm.

I'll try to remove the guards in the corridor.

And meet you by the cells.

[violin music]

[opens door]

[men fighting]

[man] Holy hell, what's with the massacre?

They're alive.

Anyway, you didn't tell me they'd be here.

Down the corridor.

Hurry before all the guards get here.

Margaretha. Margaretha, it's me.

[gate opens]

[locks gate]

No, no, no. What are you doing?

No. No!

Wait. What are you doing!? No!

[grunts]

[laughs eerily]

That is very impressive, Monsieur Maslov.

You put four guards in the infirmary.

You gave me a good reason to shoot you.

Nobody would blame me.

Or you'd prefer to get arrested?

For attempting a prison break.

I had no choice, brother.

[screams]

I will kill you.

[panting]

I was simply being a patriot. I cannot help spies.

Which war did you fight? You trash.

What you defend your neigborhood whorehouse.

Calm down, Matine, calm down.

Monsieur Jabour, you've done your civic duty.

Now you may go back to your graveyard.

I will kill you.

George Ladoux.

I promise to, and I will.

[chuckles darkly]

[screams]

Did you have a bad dream?

Kind of.

You were talking in your sleep.

Calling for someone named Vladimir.

My fiancé.

But I've lost his love.

I don't deserve it.

Your Excellency.

We received a call from headquarters.

They're asking whether or not we're going to request

extradition for Maslov.

-He's accused of-- -Maslov resigned.

He is not part of the army anymore.

So he is no longer our concern.

They should contact the embassy.

-It's mayhem there nowadays. -That's their problem.

[solemn classical music]

[doors unlock]

[man] The firing squad is in place.

We'll go to the castle. It'll be much faster.

Right this way.

[door squeaking]

Are you ready, my child?

I am, father.

You have sinned, my child.

I know.

Do you repent?

Not as much as I regret.

Regret living a life without love.

Although I thought I'd had plenty of it.

But I was wrong.

I met the right person.

Bow your head.

I absolve you from your sins.

In the name of the father,

the son,

and the holy spirit. Amen.

Pride is a deadly sin, my child.

Is it a sin to face death with dignity?

[metal clanking]

Margaretha!

Margaretha!

-Keep moving. -What was that?

[clanking continues]

[panting]

Please, no chains.

No chains.

Your Russian lover incapacitated half the guards

breaking in here.

A noble man fighting to free his princess.

What are you talking about? He testified.

Did you really believe that he would...

testify against you?

Thank you.

Thank you for giving me my love back.

Ready.

[reminiscing music]

Aim.

[violin music]

[violin music continues]

[gunshot]

[door opens]

-How may I help you? -A letter from Paris, for Monsieur Ladoux.

Oh alright, give it to me.

I was told to deliver it personally.

Oh, come on in. Have a sit.

[door closing]

I'm George Ladoux.

The letter please.

Here you go, Monsieur.

[sighs]

What the hell?

[gunshot]

I told you I'd kill you.

[gunshot]

[grunts]

[ending music]