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[incoming shell whistles]

[machine gun fire]

[speaking French]

[knock on door]

[door opens]

To the Commander of the Second Army.

Your appointment replacing General Petain

is long overdue.

Congratulations, General Nivelle.

Oh...[chuckles]

Discretion, Mangin. Discretion.

The good General will be joining us.

MANGIN: The problem with the good General

is that he has a conscience.

Greetings, Petain.

Mangin!

Nivelle.

You’re cheerful today.

We are at war.

War raises a soldier’s spirits.

Does it?

What would give you happiness, General?

The safe return of our men...

And an end...

to this madness.

NIVELLE: We are going to retake Fort Douaumont.

We attack here...

The north side.

We attacked the north side three weeks ago.

What is the purpose of the new attack?

Purpose?

The men will be rushing into machine guns...

An artillery of hell.

One would hope that you have a purpose in mind.

Sirs! Commander-in-Chief Joffre.

At ease, gentlemen.

I haven’t much time.

I’m expected at the ballet.

Politicians. You understand.

The reason I’m here is to discuss

the problem with our communication network.

General Joffre--

Don’t protest, General.

Your telephone lines have been destroyed by German shells,

and your couriers are infiltrated with German spies.

I have dealt with the problem, General.

New couriers.

Belgians.

Belgians?

They are an inferior lot.

Can you depend on them?

Why don’t we see what they can do?

I’d like to send someone with an order

to attack Fort Douaumont.

Fort Douaumont.

An attack on the north side.

I have no objection.

I will await the results.

PETAIN: Monsieur Marechal.

Yes, General?

You can’t authorize

another attack from this position.

I just have.

PETAIN: Just like that?!

An attack...

Of this magnitude

must be planned to the last detail.

This is not a recommendation.

I insist upon it.

You insist?

I expect your support, General.

NIVELLE: Thank you, General.

I'll start the artillery barrage immediately.

Dispatch to the front, Major.

Give it to one of the new Belgian couriers.

You were chosen to replace Petain

because you’re not reluctant to attack.

Don’t let me down, Nivelle.

Succeed at all cost.

Who’s the fastest of the Belgians?

The new one. Him.

Rides like the wind.

Corporal!

[horse whinnies]

[artillery fire]

[men shouting in French]

Watch where you’re going!

Where’s Colonel Barc?

In the bunker.

MAN: Infirmier! Infirmier!

MAN: Yes, Major. That’s right.

Not in a week.

Not in two weeks.

Tonight or tomorrow.

My men need new boots.

At ease, corporal.

From Second Army Command, sir.

Oh, no.

No.

Come on, come on.

Damn it. Answer!

The telephone line to the trenches is down.

Are you a fast runner, corporal?

INDY: Yes, sir.

What’s happening, sir?

COLONEL BARC: The guns you hear are ours.

The attack must begin when those guns stop firing,

or the enemy will have time to recover.

If the enemy has time to recover...

They will slaughter my men.

Do you understand me?

Yes, sir.

Report to Major Gaston.

You’ve got to get there before the artillery stops.

Major Gaston.

Colonel Barc, sir.

Mother of God.

Not again.

[blows whistle]

[men shouting and talking]

MAN: The guns have stopped!

We should attack at once!

My wife’s name is Nicole.

She lives in Marseilles.

This is her picture.

The address is there.

Take this to her.

Hold on. I can’t take this.

[blows whistle]

[men shouting, machine gun fire]

[shouting]

Aah!

Forward!

Aah!

Aah!

Aah!

Aah!

Oh, mon dieu! Oh, mon dieu!

[Blowing whistle]

[In slow motion] Retreat!

Retreat!

Aah!

GASTON: How many?

Approximately 600 were found dead.

Take this back to headquarters.

That figure will go up.

Welcome to Verdun, Corporal.

[man laughing in distance]

Report from Second Force, sir.

Good.

You’re dirty.

Clean up and get downstairs.

You’ll miss your supper.

[music, laughter]

[playing classical tune]

MAN: So the Russian says, "I don’t know who you are

"Or where you came from,

but you’ve done me a power of good."

[laughter]

Very good, sir.

Yes, indeed, General. Ha ha!

The report from sector 4, sir.

NIVELLE: How much ground was gained?

None, sir.

What’s that, Major?

I thought you said, "none."

I did, sir.

Tell Colonel Barc

to have himself in my office at 6 a.m.

That will be all, Major.

Yes, sir.

[music resumes]

How many men did you lose?

Obviously not enough.

MANGIN: Leaving, General?

The main course hasn’t arrived.

I've had enough.

NIVELLE: I’m expecting you later, General.

I’d like your contribution.

[door slams]

So I hear you went to the front.

[YOUNG INDY] Yeah.

Not so nice, is it?

No.

This is an ugly war.

Ugly’s not the word for it.

Truth is, I still can’t figure out

what this war’s about.

Well, nobody knows what it’s about.

MAN: It’s simple.

The Germans invaded Belgium, your homeland.

So they could invade France, your homeland.

What about Russia?

Don’t forget Britain. They’re on our side.

Look.

France... Is on the left.

Russia... Is on the right.

The sausage is Germany.

Ok?

Now...

This is Austria.

The potato is Belgium, and the beer’s Britain.

Here...we have... Serbia.

Now...

When the archduke of Austria...

Is assassinated in Serbia...

Austria threatens to invade Serbia.

What about Germany?

Germany, as an ally of Austria,

declares war on Russia and on Serbia.

But we’re fighting in France.

Yes, indeed, we are.

France declares war to Germany...

and Austria...

because of their alliance with Russia.

What about Belgium?

Ah.

Belgium.

When Germany went to attack France...

Belgium was on the way.

And Britain didn’t like that,

so they joined against Germany and Austria.

Right.

So we’re fighting to protect Serbia,

a tiny country no one’s ever heard of.

That’s what this war’s all about?

[snoring]

INDY: Dear Ned, interested to hear of your struggles

against the Turks and Germans in the Middle East.

I’m at a place called Verdun.

This trench warfare is hell.

The men either run straight into machine gun fire,

or wait for the next artillery barrage to drop on them.

They’re like animals being led to slaughter,

and I can’t understand...

I can’t understand why.

[men coughing]

[moaning]

Uh! Uh!

Stop it!

They didn’t get it out. It’s still in there.

It is not still in there.

I can feel it. You have to operate again.

Private, control yourself. Restrain him.

No! No! No!

Indy: nurse, stop.

He’s a danger to himself and others.

No, he’s not.

Let me talk to him.

Let him go.

How are you, Remy?

Could be better, my friend.

I've got a present.

Yes?

These are German.

How did you--

one of the prisoners.

I traded some chocolate.

You’re a genius.

Did the surgeon really leave it in?

Remy.

Remy?

No.

They got it out.

I don’t want to go back to the trenches.

They’ll send me back if...I feel well.

So I’m not going to feel well.

-I’m not going! -Remy, listen to me.

You have to let it heal.

If you make it worse, they’ll find out,

and you’ll end up in front of a firing squad.

I fought--

led the charge!

On a church!

I know.

Remy, you have to pull yourself together. Ok?

Okay.

[sighs]

I’m all right.

I have to go now.

I'll come back as soon as I get a chance.

I need a courier to pick up an ammunition order.

[plane circling]

[machine gun fire]

[bomb whistles]

[bomb whistles]

I’m here for the ammunition order.

Be a couple of minutes.

Man: ♪ Marie ♪

♪ Marie ♪

♪ My beautiful Marie ♪

You like to be rubbed down, don’t you, my darling?

Ah, yes. That feels good.

You want a little bit more?

There. I'll give you a little bit more.

That’s better.

Ooh!

I’m Corporal Henri Defense.

I’m Sergeant Jean Emille.

From Cannes.

You’re Belgian, huh?

That’s all right.

I won’t hold it against you.

Glad to make your acquaintance.

Do you know anything about guns?

Every healthy young man loves guns.

Hey. Come on.

[Distant explosions]

wow.

Yeah.

The rail-mounted 320-millimeter howitzer.

Fires a 100-pound shell.

It can reduce your average German infantryman

into a quivering pile of minced wiener schnitzel

in half a second. [chuckles]

But it’s nothing compared to the big one.

The what?

The Big One?

Yep. Big Bertha.

Who’s Big Bertha?

Not who. What.

The Krupp howitzer. She’s German.

Meanest cannon ever made.

Takes over 100 men to load and fire it.

Heh. She fires a 2,000-pound shell.

2,000 pounds?

Yep. Enough TNT to blow this place to the moon.

Here you go, corporal.

Do the Germans have Big Berthas here?

No, no, no, no.

But they might someday.

And then...scrrrrckt!

Heh heh heh.

See you later, Sergeant.

Hi, Rocco, Alex.

As I was saying,

we have a specific need for men who speak German.

Do any of you speak German?

I thought Belgians had a reputation

for language skills.

I repeat...

Do any of you speak German?

Uh, I speak German, sir.

It’s Corporal Defense, isn’t it?

Yes, sir.

Be in my office in two hours.

Why did you tell him you speak German?

Because he asked...

And because I do.

Why? What’s the problem? They just need an interpreter.

You’ve got a lot to learn,

my young friend.

[Indy speaking German]

That’s enough.

You impressed him, corporal.

Your accent is excellent.

Thanks.

It’s noble for you to volunteer for this.

The French army will be indebted to you.

Indeed, the entire French people

will be indebted to you.

Are you sure you want to do this?

I guess so.

What is it you want me to do, anyway?

150 meters across.

Stay low, don’t be seen.

Find the command bunker and listen for anything

about troop movements or attacks.

Right?

Corporal.

One other thing.

Germans don’t take spies alive.

[flare explodes]

Help me.

I’m shot in the legs--

[Gasps] and stomach.

I can’t walk.

How long have you been here?

Yesterday...

I had a visitor,

but I took care of him.

I'll get you out.

Don’t leave me. [gasps]

I'll be back. I promise.

[snap]

[men whispering in German]

[man speaking German]

[laughing]

What the hell is he doing?

[speaking German]

[snoring]

Corporal!

[snoring]

[clank]

[officers speaking German]

Big Bertha?

[Explosion]

ok, let’s go.

Yaah! Uh!

[Speaking German]

unh!

[Groans]

[Machine gun fire]

How did it go?

The Germans are bringing up artillery, sir.

I don’t need a spy to tell me that, Corporal.

Better listen to him, Commandant.

They’re bringing up two Big Berthas.

What?

Come with me right now.

Are you certain of what you heard?

Yes.

No exaggeration?

No!

I mean... No, sir.

He repeated the same story three times.

Why would he lie?

I didn’t say he lied.

I asked if he... exaggerated.

[balls clunk]

Corporal Defense...

You are... Belgian, hmm?

Yes, sir.

And you were recruited for this mission when?

Yesterday.

I recruited him, sir.

I am not talking to you, Colonel.

You realize that traitors are...

shot, Corporal?

Yes, sir.

It’s ridiculous.

It’s clear he’s telling the truth.

I am ordering...

a new attack.

You don’t mean that.

Yes, General Petain.

I do.

You’re not even going to investigate this?

Two big howitzers out of the blue.

Why would the Germans do it?

Why now?

It is inconceivable.

I’m not going to waste my time.

General, with all due respect--

with all due respect to you, Colonel,

I am ordering you to return to the front

and prepare for an attack on Fort Douaumont.

I am sick of your whining.

That will be all.

And get a haircut!

You will excuse me.

I have a breakfast engagement.

You may not have time

to verify the boy’s report,

but they do.

If those guns are there

and the men attack,

they will be cut to ribbons

in 5 minutes.

You can put that in your report, General.

Troops going back to the front.

Remy!

Remy!

Remy!

Hello, Indy.

Off to the front again.

About the other day at the hospital...

Thank you.

What for?

Cigarettes.

Heh heh.

What’s going on?

I don’t know.

Something is up.

All eligible men got orders.

I have to go.

Take care of yourself, Remy.

The pictures are clear.

These are Krupp howitzers--

2,000-pound shells.

That will be all, Major.

Aerial reconnaissance is my province, General.

I can order air reconnaissance

when I think it necessary.

In this case, I thought it was.

I believe new orders are needed.

For what?

Cancel the attack, of course.

You are going to cancel the attack.

We’ve already begun our bombardment.

What?!

Call it off.

Cancel the attack.

I have orders to attack.

Nivelle,

with those guns there,

our men have no chance of success.

The casualties will be 90%.

If you let this attack go

knowing those guns are there,

you are committing murder.

You do it, then!

You call off the attack.

Send in Major Marat.

Take this to the front immediately.

Yes, sir.

[Gunfire]

Ah, Nivelle, Marechal Petain. Greetings.

General Joffre, how have you been?

Sir, I'll be much better

when we retake Fort Douaumont.

What’s that?

It sounds like the shelling’s stopped.

Sounds like the shelling stopped, Nivelle.

Yes, it did, sir.

It’s not time for the attack yet.

No, sir.

Then why are not the cannons firing?

The attack must be supported by artillery.

Yes, I understand that.

The reason why is because

I ordered them to stop.

I also ordered the attack

to be canceled.

You did what?!

I canceled the attack.

Nivelle, you are the Commander

of the Second Army.

Did you agree to this?

I...well, yes.

Your office. Now.

I’m not impressed with excuses, Nivelle.

I ordered an attack-- I want an attack.

Get me Colonel Barc.

[Ring]

Colonel Barc.

This is General Joffre.

I order you to resume the attack.

I won’t, sir.

What?!

I won’t because I can’t.

I am the Commander-in-Chief of the army.

I’m giving you a direct order.

And I am staring at an order canceling the attack,

a written order signed by General Petain.

A written order can be changed

only by another written order.

If you really are Commander-in-Chief Joffre,

you’ll understand it was you who wrote that regulation.

I want you to prepare for an attack.

A written countermand signed by me

will be arriving immediately!

[sighs]

Take this to Major Gaston.

Tell him not to prepare for an attack,

but wait until I give further orders.

Thank you, sir.

Take this to sector 4 as fast as you can.

They’ve ordered the attack to continue.

But the big guns.

They can’t!

Unfortunately, Corporal...

They damn well can.

I don’t care about your reconnaissance, General.

What possible military objective

could be gained by this?

There are bigger issues than this attack involved.

You could hardly understand.

Fort Douaumont is a symbol of national pride.

The public was shaken

when the enemy captured it.

When the public is shaken,

the politicians have a problem.

When the politicians have a problem,

I have a problem.

Is that clear enough for you?

It’s all too clear, General.

Any orders from command arrive?

Not yet.

[incoming shells whistle]

I can’t believe you actually did that.

You could have ended up in front of a firing squad.

They’ll never figure it out.

[explosion]

But still, you lost your courier job

and you put yourself back in the mud.

You’re crazy.

Well, it seemed like a good idea at the time.

A few men got to live another day.

You were living in a chateau--

warm, dry,

close to so much good food,

close to so many beautiful women in the village.

Not in that village.

No. The real women are in Paris, Remy.

Paris.

Don’t talk about it.

What wouldn’t I give to be in Paris now?

[soldier screams]

Well, we may be there soon.

Don’t be stupid.

No, I mean it. I just got a letter from a friend of my father’s,

and he may be able to get us a furlough to Paris.

I'll believe that--

I'll believe that when I have a beautiful,

soft, plump little mademoiselle on my lap

and two more on each arm.

[Train whistle blows]

Indy, you’re a genius.

I still don’t understand how you did that.

My father’s old classmate

is a professor at the Sorbonne

and a personal friend of the minister of war,

so I guess he pulled a few strings.

Brilliant.

Brilliant with a catch.

He also has a message for me from my father.

That can’t be too difficult to deal with.

It’s the first contact I've had with him

since I left.

All right. Tell him to tell your father you’re sorry,

and then vive le sport!

Oh, no. No, Remy, look at them.

[women giggle]

I am in love.

Take it easy, Romeo.

We’ve got two whole weeks.

So many girls, so little time.

Finally, your time has come, young maestro.

I know the best brothels in Paris.

Maybe it’s lucky you waited so long.

Taxi.

Taxi.

Seize, rue des Saints Peres.

No, no, no. Rue de Seine.

Come on, Indy,

you’ll enjoy your father’s dear friends

so much more after you have had

a nice plump, beautiful woman.

Remy, I told you, they’re expecting me.

I’m already four hours late.

Besides, my father asked Professor Levi

to ask me to stay with him when I got to Paris.

[horn honks]

My father...

He just wants to know if I’m all right.

It’s his way of communicating with me.

Asking a friend to check up on you

isn’t exactly communicating with you.

I'll get out of it.

I'll think of something.

Let them know I’m all right,

then figure a way to leave.

That’s the right idea.

I'll keep the girls warmed up

and waiting for you.

Rue de Seine?

OK, Remy, I'll talk my way out of this

and meet you tomorrow.

We’ll meet at Restaurant Chodu at 6:00.

Remy: Allons-y.

PROFESSOR: Your father writes,

when he has his next leave,

he will surely go to Paris.

"As a cultural center, it is too good to miss."

And he continues...

-"War is a fool’s game." -WOMAN: Come, sit down.

"If he hasn’t already figured this out,

"Have faith that he soon will.

"Any help you may give him

"in extracting himself from his obligations

will be greatly appreciated by me."

But I--

"You may inform him that I greatly encourage him

"to renew his educational pursuits at the university of his choice.

"He need no longer concern himself

about my view in this matter."

-I don’t have to go to Princeton? -"Thank you, my dear friend,

"for your kindness in helping with this most difficult personal conflict.

With great appreciation."

What reply shall I pass on to him?

Well, I am surprised that he gave up on Princeton.

I am grateful for his concern,

and I’m fully aware of the insanities of war,

but I...

I cannot abandon my duties here.

I’m sorry.

I’m sure he will be, too.

I’m sure he will be relieved to know

you are so healthy. Oh!

INDY: Oh, sorry. I’m sorry.

Don’t worry. I'll get it. It’s all right.

-I really am sorry. -It’s all right. Please.

In any case,

we have such a marvelous week

planned for you.

Tomorrow, a marvelous lecture

at the Ministry of Science.

And then a tea

filled with all sorts of exciting

and marvelous people,

including the Minister of Agriculture.

Well, it sounds just...marvelous.

But I must tell you, the truth of it is,

I've been given a special assignment,

and I have to stay with

the Belgian corporal with whom I'll be working.

I'll try to spend as much time with you as I can,

but, unfortunately, I'll have to spend most of my time

studying the ins and outs of...this assignment.

Oh, Henri, what a shame.

We were so looking forward to your staying with us.

I’m afraid I've been told to barrack near the flea market.

And we were so wanting to show you our Paris.

Well, my dear, it is war time, you know.

But at least you will do us the honor

of accompanying us this evening

to a special gathering.

It’s a birthday party.

For the Under Secretary to the Minister of War.

He’ll be 65.

Extraordinary, that he is 65.

He doesn’t look a day over 60.

He bikes every day.

Oh, Henri, you simply must come.

Permit us to tell your father

we spent at least one evening with you.

They always have a wonderful

tropical fruit punch.

Well, it sounds just swell.

Of course, I’d love to join you.

[string quartet playing]

PROFESSOR: Well, of course, it’s difficult

to get fruit at this time of year, any kind of fruit.

Woman: Yes, well, and especially now.

Yes. There is a war on.

Don’t you agree?

Yes, there is a war on.

Oh, but you can still get lovely figs

at the south end of rue des Saints Peres.

-Well, we can’t expect-- -Who’s that woman over there?

My darling.

That, my dear Henri,

is the infamous Mata Hari.

She is a scandalous so-called performer.

She’s an artistic dancer, my love.

Dancer, my eye.

She prances around taking off her clothes.

I hardly call that artistic.

Well, in some sophisticated circles,

her art...ahem.

Have you ever seen her dance, my boy?

She’s quite impressive.

No, but I've seen her picture on postcards.

She’s much more beautiful in person.

Young man, I strongly advise you

against getting involved with women like that.

Wherever soldiers go,

women like that seem to follow.

Ah, your Excellency, here you are.

Happy birthday.

May I present our young friend--

Henri Defense,

just returned from the front.

A Belgian patriot of American origins.

How do you so, sir?

A great pleasure, Corporal Defense.

May I introduce my dear friend

Madame Mata Hari.

My pleasure, madame.

And mine.

I don’t know if I like museums very much.

I mean, it’s just so long

I can stay looking at a picture.

I marvel at people

who stand looking at a canvas for hours

as though they’re finding some new bit of truth.

I don’t know.

There are some pieces I could look at for days.

WOMAN: Only because they are scantily clad,

and reveal some tantalizing bit of anatomy.

WOMAN: Have you been to the Louvre yet?

INDY: Um, many times.

Remarkable.

[Door opens, laughter]

MAN: I'll see you later.

WOMAN: Good-bye, my darling.

Ah!

Oh, it’s you.

Reading your book at a party?

Oh, no. I, um...

Come on,

read me something.

It’s in Greek.

Read it to me.

First in Greek,

then in English.

[reading in Greek]

The goddess Artemis stood under the archways,

the moonlight shining above her.

It loses a little something in the translation.

And how do I know that’s what it says?

You could be lying to me.

Why would I do that?

To impress me?

How am I doing?

A young, handsome man with no brass, no braids,

seems slightly out of place here.

No more than the goddess Diana

walking among the mortals.

I've seen the palace dancers of Raj in Punjab,

and they don’t compare to your extraordinary gift.

You’ve seen me dance?

Well, of course. I was captivated.

I’m flattered.

Which dance did you see?

Oh, the one with the veils.

The veils?

Well, it was something like veils. Anyway, I...

I was captivated.

You look...hungry.

Have you eaten?

No, not really.

They have a most extraordinary chef at my hotel.

He makes a souffle that is light and sweet

as, uh...your flattery.

Will you join me for dinner?

I insist.

Well, what about your Under Secretary to the Minister of War?

Oh, yes. Well...

I must go from here with my friends

to another engagement,

but I'll see you back at my hotel

at, say, 11:00?

All right. Swell.

Perhaps I'll have something Greek there

for you to read.

Or French.

Perhaps.

Ok.

I mean, swell.

Oui, monsieur?

Uh...Henri Defense for Madame Hari.

Ah, yes.

You’re her nephew, I believe.

One moment, Monsieur Defense.

Yes, yes.

Madame telephoned to say you were coming

and has instructed us

to have you wait in her room.

[ringing]

Front. Please escort Monsieur Defense

to suite 24.

Oui, monsieur.

Please.

Who was that?

Uh, Monsieur Henri Defense,

a nephew to Madame Mata Hari.

[footsteps]

[door opens]

Oh, dear! Are you all right?

-I'm alright... -Did you hit your head?

I guess.

What happened?

You fell.

I don’t remember.

I had such a wonderful time last night.

Really?

Oh, I hope you forgive me.

I didn’t mean to make you wait so long.

Yeah, well, I made the best of it.

I suppose it’s too late for dinner.

Are you still hungry?

Yeah, I guess.

Actually, I’m starving.

Good.

We’ll have breakfast together.

Ooh.

Oh, wait a moment.

MATA: So I danced through the deserted temple,

naked in the moonlight...

Intoxicated by the smell of exotic spices

that filled the warm night air.

Mmm.

Until I stumbled...

And I found myself

sprawled in front of the master--Yogi Bujum.

He seemed to be so furious that he was unable to speak.

He dragged me by the hair to the holy residence,

where I was sure I was going to be...beaten

and most likely expelled.

Why didn’t you run away?

Well, he was my teacher,

and I was very young.

His power over me was very...

Mmm...

Very strong.

Well?

Well, what?

Well, what happened?

He threw me onto the floor

and proceeded to take his clothes off.

I was mortified.

I ran away and never returned.

Later, I heard he quit the order and went to work

making moving pictures in Singapore.

When I was fighting in the Mexican revolution,

there was a Javanese cameraman there. from Singapore.

Maybe that was him.

It seems men always take advantage of women.

Why is that?

I can certainly see why it is with you.

You are truly beautiful.

Thank you.

But so often men are old...

And vulgar...

And unattractive.

Then it can be so...

Distasteful.

On the other hand,

men can be young...

Attractive,

charming...

And can be...

What?

Can make it very difficult to say no.

And...

What would make it impossible to say no?

A certain feeling of...

Touch.

Like this?

That’s the touch.

Well?

I’m...

What?

This.

Oh.

You mean this?

That...

And this.

Oh, your youth is so intoxicating.

You’re making fun of me.

No, believe me.

Or don’t.

What matters is how you feel to me.

It’s our lives.

So full of possibilities,

so untouched by...

I mean...

You don’t seem to have been brutalized

by all this horrible fighting.

It’s a slaughter.

We’ve had so many killed.

The Germans don’t know how weak our lines are.

A smart boy like you should transfer to Africa.

I hear that the war is much safer there.

I think it’s much safer right here in your bed.

Only for you, I think.

I hope you will remember me.

Remember you?

I want to be with you,

look at you, talk with you...

Hold you.

Do that.

Make them all go away.

I can do that.

Um...

Come now.

Take me out.

I want to walk in Paris with you.

INDY: The war seems like a lifetime ago.

Well, that’s good.

I wonder if any of my friends were killed

since I've been away.

What a horrible thought.

You must push all of that from your mind.

Imagine that the war doesn’t exist.

But...

What good would that do?

That’s a lie.

What’s true is what’s happening now...

On this park bench between us.

For all we know, the war could’ve ended

and we just haven’t heard about it.

What is it?

Is something the matter?

No, nothing.

I’m...

I’m feeling wonderful.

Is that all?

It’s difficult to put into words.

Tell me.

Tell me you love me.

Ok. I love you.

I love you, too.

The war isn’t everywhere.

There’s still beauty in this world.

Come. I'll show you.

Here people are striving to create

and not destroy.

I love that.

Not death and destruction,

but beauty.

Not ugliness.

I would love to do something like this.

To create something people will remember...

And look at and talk about.

That’s why I dance.

To make a little something...

For love.

I love life.

Do you think they love each other?

I don’t know.

I think everyone here loves one another.

How do you know for certain?

Ah, because this is a life class,

and that’s what a life class is for.

I do love you.

Stay with me this evening.

Time passes so quickly with you.

I want to stay.

I want to, believe me,

but I must attend this little dinner party this evening.

After dinner, then?

After dinner. Definitely.

Hey, don’t look so sad.

It’s not so long.

I'll miss you.

INDY: Remy.

REMY: Hey, where have you been?

Sorry. I got here as quickly as I could.

Indy, this is Genevieve.

And this is Colette.

This is my great friend Indy.

[Speaking French]

One small cup of soup, please.

So you weren’t able to get away

from your father’s boring friends?

Well, things made it more difficult

for me to get away than I first thought.

You must side-step these obligations of yours.

Life is passing you by.

Looks like it hit you in the face.

I was dancing on the piano.

On top of the piano?

Yes, but it didn’t last.

You took away our beautiful music.

You bad man.

Sounds like the hallmark of a pretty grand party.

You’ve got to get away.

I’m trying, but it’s not gonna be easy.

Besides, I’m having a pretty good time.

Good time doing what?

I don’t know. Shopping, I guess.

Remy: Mon dieu!

Watching the boats down by the river...

Feeding the birds.

Remy: Boy, what has happened to you since yesterday?

You’re having a great time feeding the birds?

COLLETTE: He’s fallen in love.

REMY: No. No.

Look in his eyes.

I've seen that look many times.

Mmm...

That glow.

[laughs]

You fell in love again?

No, not exactly.

I mean, it’s not like it was with Vicky.

I’m not really in love.

He’s in heat.

Who is she?

What is she like?

She’s incredible.

They all are. What else?

Incredible is enough...

For the moment.

Too bad that moment doesn’t last.

Hope I’m not late.

Hello?

Hello?

"For Mata Hari...

"My gorgeous one.

With all my love, Count von Claus."

[clock chiming]

[door opens]

Oh, Indy, darling...

I lost all track of time.

I hope you forgive me.

It’s dawn.

Where in blazes have you been?

I’m sorry, but it was simply dreadful--

a horrible evening--

and I couldn’t get away.

You said 11:00.

It’s now 6:00 in the morning!

Indy...please don’t be angry with me.

I’m so tired.

Who were you with?

That is none of your business.

We’ve known each other 48 hours.

I hardly think that entitles you

to come in here

and try to take over my life.

You’re taking over my life!

I've been hanging around here for 8 hours, waiting for you!

Then let’s not waste more time arguing.

Come on, don’t be a bully.

Come here and forgive me.

I’m not being a bully.

You’re cute when you’re angry.

Don’t say that. Puppies are cute.

What should I say, then?

How can you ask me to spend the night with you

and then you go off and spend the night

with someone else?

You can’t expect me to drop everything for you.

Don’t you see how unreasonable that is?

I’m being unreasonable?

I had such an unpleasant night.

You know I wanted to be with you.

The only way I got through the evening

was knowing, at the end of it,

I would see you.

Now you’re spoiling it.

Don’t be this way.

Don’t be mean.

I’m not. I...

N-not what?

Not...I don’t remember.

Mmm.

Henri?

I need your help today.

How?

I have been forced

to move out of my country house--

such a dreadful, depressing ordeal--

and I'll have to put all my things in storage.

Oh, my dashing young corporal,

won’t you help a damsel in distress?

How could anyone say no to you?

Some manage.

You’ll love my house. It’s so charming.

Why are you giving it up, then?

I couldn’t afford it now.

It’s far too expensive to maintain.

Oh, be careful with that.

This place is gorgeous.

Oh, yes, but, you know, it’s too big for me now

and I don’t need it any longer.

INDY: He might seem a little distant at first,

maybe severe.

No, intimidating.

I guess people find my father intimidating,

but we’re actually quite close.

Oh, you’re lucky.

My father and I

never really understood each other.

She looks just like you.

Well, perhaps because it is me.

I thought you grew up in Java.

I couldn’t have said that.

Somehow, you must have got the wrong impression.

"Marguerite"?

You changed your name.

I've changed it a lot.

I never understood

why people change their names.

Is Henri Defense your real name?

Not exactly.

When I lived in Java,

they called me Mata Hari.

It means "Eye of the day."

And in my mind,

it suited me more than Marguerite.

Marguerite is the name of someone

who would lead a quiet, ordinary life in Holland,

but Mata Hari...

Mata hari is the name of someone

who would travel the world

and have royalty sit at her feet.

You are a very nosy young man!

You have a lot of friends.

Oh, these...these are the friends of my past,

and you’re the friend of my present.

Your only friend?

My special friend!

At this moment,

you are the most important person in my life.

How long is this moment going to last?

I don’t know.

I’m a dancer, not a fortune-teller.

Are these your costumes?

Yes.

It doesn’t look like it covers much.

You never really did see me dance, did you?

Well... Actually, no.

I didn’t think so.

Look through the box under the window

for some records.

Put one on.

[exotic music playing]

Indy, dear, can you make sure the movers

get all the things in the other bedroom, too?

I have to run.

Why? Where are you going?

Oh, I have a couple of errands.

Where? With who?

I won’t be long, my love.

I'll meet you back at the hotel.

Don’t forget.

I’m taking you to a wonderful little cafe tonight.

Merci.

MAN: Au revoir.

Great.

Yes, I was wondering if you could tell me where La Femme is?

Come along, my darling.

[Mata Hari laughing]

I thought it was a wonderful dinner.

MAN: I’m glad you enjoyed it.

It’s one of my special restaurants.

[laughing]

MATA: Did you hear the latest?

I couldn’t believe it!

Too much cognac, my dear.

WOMAN: Bonsoir, soldat.

INDY: No.

[laughter]

[dog barking]

MAN: You are divine!

INDY: Uh!

What was that?

Well, it sounded like a little dog.

MAN: I guess it was nothing,

certainly nothing that will disturb us.

Come here.

[Mata giggling]

Whoa! Uhh!

[loud crash]

[clearing throat]

Who the hell are you?

INDY: Hey, what’s going on?

-You’re under arrest. -What?

Corporal Defense.

That’s a strange name.

You’re American, are you not?

Yes, sir, I am.

You also go by the name of Henry Jones, Jr.

Yes, I do.

[Speaking French]

And also Indiana Jones?

Yes, sir.

That’s a very odd name.

Why aren’t you using your real name?

-What are you hiding? -Nothing.

It says here that you’re a Belgian.

Did you lie about that?

Do you realize how much trouble you’re in?

I guess not.

Would it surprise you that I suspect you of being a spy?

[man speaking French]

Non?

Your record shows that you are 22 years of age.

Is that true?

You seem a very young 22.

The rigors of war must agree with you.

In the past few days,

it seems you’ve been spending a lot of time

with a woman called Mata Hari.

Is that not true?

I said is that not true?!

Speak up, Corporal Defense.

This is a serious situation you’re in.

Have you been spending a lot of time with this dancer,

Mata Hari?

Yes, I have.

Have you discussed with her any details of your actions at the front?

No!

Did you tell her anything about our troop strength?

No!

Has she discussed with you any of her knowledge

of military operations?

No.

Has she asked you to do any favors?

[telephone rings]

No.

When in her company,

have you noticed any correspondence?

[speaking French]

Hey, what is all this, anyway?

I’m not at liberty to say.

My advice to you, young man,

is to stay away from this dancer friend of yours.

Forgive me, sir,

but I really don’t think it’s your place

to tell me who I can and cannot see.

Take him away.

Ohh...

Corporal Jones, your leave has been canceled.

You have exactly 24 hours to get back to your unit.

What? You can’t cancel my leave.

We just did.

And if you’re not careful,

your situation could get much worse.

You’re dismissed.

[Gunshots]

where have you been?

Oh, I came back, and you were gone.

I was worried about you.

Were you afraid that something happened to me,

or that I was with somebody else?

Were you with somebody else?

I was in jail!

They said I was a spy!

I thought I was going to face a firing squad.

What?

How did this all happen?

-I was taken in and questioned. -By whom?

The police!

They think you’re a spy for the Germans.

That’s ridiculous.

Where do they get these absurd ideas?

Maybe because you’re sleeping with the Minister of War, for a start.

How dare you!

-You’ve been following me. -Yeah, well, I’m not the only one.

The police have been watching you, too.

Oh, please. I know that.

Their thinking that I’m a spy is perfectly ridiculous.

This is serious.

You’re in a lot of danger.

Hmm. I have too many Prince Charmings

in high places

for anything to come of it.

It’s precisely because you have so many friends in high places

that something will come of it.

I could be a spy if I wanted...

But I’m not.

I make more money dancing.

I can’t believe you kissed that old goat.

How could you say you love me

and not trust me?

You’ve been lying to me!

You don’t love me.

You’ve just been using me for your own vanity.

When you said you loved me,

was that true?

I mean, really true, from your heart?

Well, no, not exactly.

So you’ve been lying to me.

And that’s all right for you, not for me?

And why did you tell me if it wasn’t true?

Because it’s what you wanted to hear,

and it’s not as if I don’t care about you, I do.

What you care about

is the pleasure I give you.

I’m so much older than you.

I've had so many lovers.

And what would be the point

of telling you this?

I like you,

and I don’t want to make you unhappy.

If you wanted it to be so wonderful,

why couldn’t you have waited till after I’d gone to sleep with him?

I never promised you anything.

You haven’t any claim

on my fidelity or my life when we’re not together.

I thought what we had was special.

Yeah, it was special,

until you destroyed it by following me!

You left me here to rot

while you went and had a rendezvous

with the Minister of War-- who’s married.

He’s just an old friend.

Yeah. Very old, and very rich.

He’s not that old.

Yeah, but I guess it pays the rent, right?

I will not be judged by a jealous little child!

Your life is a lie--

an exotic dancer from Java.

You’re nothing but a prostitute.

And you’re nothing but a sad little boy

masquerading as a man.

Your life is filled with deceptions, little boy.

You’re playing soldier.

You’re playing lover.

You’re playing the self-respecting,

jealous husband,

but you’re just playing.

You’re too young to know what you’re doing.

And in the end, you’re just a sad little fool!

They’re sending me back to the front in the morning.

Oh.

I’m sorry.

I’m sorry, too.

Why don’t we just allow ourselves

our illusions?

Life is a little bit easier

if we don’t always look at the hard truth.

[footsteps retreating]

[footsteps]