Mata Hari, agent H21

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Some flowers for good luck?

- You're late again.

- I couldn't button my dress.

Some flowers, pretty girl?

Get your program!

Program!

They'll penetrate the Somme front.

- It's a sacred dance.

- Hardly!

She learned in a temple.

Her mother was from Java.

She's no more from Java

than you are.

I saw her in Monte Carlo,

she was superb!

- They let anyone in here!

- That soldier is totally drunk.

Yes, she gave me the tickets.

I know her personally.

Keep quiet, there!

Shut up!

The Krauts have taken Douaumont!

Sorry to boast, but I told you so.

Ladies and Gentlemen,

please don't leave.

Starting tomorrow,

soldiers get in half price.

Bravo, you were wonderful!

What a lousy crowd though.

- What a lousy theater.

- It's the same everywhere.

People are worried.

Variety Club is doing worse than us.

And El Dorado only sold

three tickets yesterday.

You see?

The theaters are in crisis.

I'm in crisis too.

Pay me or I won't dance tomorrow.

Be patient Greta,

I'll have some money soon.

Greta, if this place were mine...

I'd sell it to pay what I owe you,

and more.

You're a princess, a queen.

The hall should be filled

with bankers and barons,

instead of louts and deviants.

It's too good for them.

They don't get Indian art.

Charlotte, hurry!

I'm exhausted.

How are you, Charlotte?

Very well,

like when I hear from my son.

He's been in the same trench

for three months.

He doesn't even have writing paper.

He uses old scraps of paper.

I'm going to send him

a care package.

The Red Cross sent some vinyl records

but he doesn't have a phonograph.

I wanted to send him one

in the package...

but they're much too expensive

and the boss hasn't paid anyone.

Buy your son his phonograph.

But you weren't paid either.

Don't worry about me.

I have my secret funds.

It's just me, beautiful.

Your Gaston.

I've come to pay my regards.

I just left The Circle

and I'm very proud of myself.

What is it?

You must announce yourself

to see Mata Hari.

One night with me

and you think you can just walk in?

- Charlotte, show him the door.

- That's too much!

- Here, Charlotte.

- Thank you, sir.

Good night.

What did I tell you?

What is this?

It's Madam Perrin's boy.

Is that for me?

What's your name?

Alphonse!

Oh, there's a note.

Goodbye, Alphonse.

Urgent.

Trois Frres Street in 30 minutes.

It's Mata Hari!

I'd like an autograph.

Thank you, Miss.

For my husband, please.

For your dear father!

I told you not to come

to the theater.

You also said

not to visit you at home.

- Ashamed of me, are you?

- What do you want?

Well...

Did you ever think to get a job?

Maybe you could hire me.

How droll.

Good evening, Julien.

We're not going home just yet.

Take me to...

Trois Frres Street.

Charlotte, I'm not going home now.

Take a taxi.

- Should I wait for you?

- No, good night.

Taxi!

Shall I go with you?

No, wait here

and leave the engine running.

Thank you for the flowers.

- Thank you for the flowers.

- Did you destroy the card?

- I forgot.

- Give me it.

- Thank you.

- Miss.

- Pardon?

- Thank you, Miss.

There is no Miss.

You're agent H21.

Did you get the invitation

from the Baroness?

Yes.

There's a new mission for you.

My dear friend!

- Thank you for coming.

- I was able to get free.

- I'm so happy.

- I'd have hated to miss it.

I wanted all my friends here.

Unfortunately our soiree

won't be as joyful as I had hoped.

You know the Krauts

took Douaumont...

Yes, the Germans took Douaumont.

I call them Krauts.

I'm not French,

I have no reason to do so.

I'm from Java, so I'm neutral.

Who lives in Paris becomes

more French than the French.

Mother, introduce me.

My son, Absalon.

My little devil.

My regards, Madam.

A glass of champagne?

Yes, please.

Your son is very handsome.

Hello, Ernestine.

Thank you for the tickets.

You were wonderful.

- My fianc adores you.

- How nice.

I was saying yesterday,

Mr. Administrator...

only bankruptcy can save

The Comdie Franaise.

You all know Pilatre,

the famous actor.

I'm sick of the theater.

Sick of it.

But the theater is not sick of Pilatre.

It's you!

I recognized your photo

in the papers.

Remember me? Arthur.

We met in Amsterdam.

- I've never been there.

- But...

Try that ruse

on some other woman.

Unbelievable!

It was absolutely tragic!

- My cousin at Land's End...

- Tiffany?

All I ask from life

is a little happiness.

She's very hurtful.

He gets letters of recommendation

by the hundreds.

Lassalle, introduce me...

- It's Mata Hari!

- Where?

Introduce me to that blond.

- She dances at The Alcazar.

- Have you been there?

- Have you seen my lovely necklace?

- You wear it well.

But it was carefully chosen.

- Always proud of yourself.

- Why shouldn't I be?

The same shop has earrings

that would match perfectly.

The necklace would be pleased.

But there's no hurry.

Not at all.

You're nervous tonight.

Aren't you?

Not really.

Leave me alone, Gaston.

- Tell me, dear...

- Yes?

See that very beautiful woman?

Yes. She's not bad.

That's Hortense de Montferrand,

the fiance of Captain Lassalle,

the man next to her.

I see.

I'm locked in.

Let me out!

- Someone is locked in.

- Who?

Miss de Montferrand.

Let's go, Julien!

I don't know what to say.

Don't say anything.

Just tell me if you're happy here,

with me... at this moment.

I am.

I've often wondered

how a deserter might feel.

I feel a bit like that now.

Do you regret it?

No.

I had a fiance.

Now it's over.

Now I'm here with you...

ready to follow you

wherever you go.

I've abandoned my post

and I'm going with you.

We need to decide.

Shall we go dancing?

Shall we have dinner in town?

I must take a train at 6 a.m.

off to the front.

Would you like me to see you home?

And once at your house

will you offer me a drink?

Good night, Julien.

You may go.

Good night, Miss.

Come in.

Give me your cap.

Very nice house!

- You like it?

- Yes, very much.

This is General Fayol, isn't it?

Yes, do you know him?

Yes, he came to review our troops.

I admire him a lot.

- Is this you?

- Yes.

A long time ago, before 1914.

You looked very nice.

- A bit fat.

- No.

I know who you are.

They call you The Sun Dancer.

- But I've never seen you dance.

- A shame.

This painting is very beautiful.

- What's in there?

- The bathroom.

- Do you like photographs?

- Very much.

I'll show you some.

Sit down.

It's heavy!

This is my family album.

I can tell you like that painting.

- That's me.

- I recognise your mouth.

- And this one?

- My cousin.

We'll be more comfortable this way.

- Who is that lieutenant?

- Nobody.

I have newspaper cuts...

- Critics.

- Good ones?

I only keep the good ones.

- You're very little here.

- Yes. That's not me.

- I hate this one!

- Why? An article... I'll read it.

Mata Hari is from Java.

At 14 she fled to worship Buddha.

She dances for her Gods...

and brings to us Indian art.

- The sumptuous...

- Let me show you a picture.

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