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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]