Mata Hari, agent H21 Page #4

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It's very dangerous right now.

I don't care.

I want to go back to France.

- My weakness is being frank.

- I don't have that weakness.

Her wish is legitimate.

She's demonstrated courage.

Our agents will work hard tonight

to forge an authentic passport.

Keep this book, it represents

your traveling expenses.

As to your salary...

It will be transfered for you

to a bank in Paris.

Mata Hari is finished as a spy.

Her nerves are shot.

If she gets arrested,

I'd prefer it to be by the French.

Unfortunately we must sometimes

work with women.

They are more fragile

and they don't last as long.

Exactly!

Transfer the money

to H21's bank account

but use the code

the French have already broken.

If Mata Hari is crazy enough

to withdraw that money

we'll know she's no longer

any use to us.

My God!

You shouldn't risk it.

Let's go to Switzerland.

I know a way to get there.

No, I want to go back to France.

To see Franois again.

- Where the hell is that ambulance?

- Must be Velpeau's fault.

"Today I killed 17."

- Do we say a lice or a louse?

- A louse.

Have any soap?

My hands are dirtier than my feet.

- Here's the ambulance.

- Hurry.

- Hello, Lassalle.

- Good day.

You two, come here.

- Many wounded?

- Eight.

- We've only room for six.

- That's bad.

I gave your cousin a lift.

- My cousin?

- Yes, your cousin.

So cousin, still doing charity work?

It must be a vocation.

Bringing smiles and chocolates

to the wounded?

It's not like Narbonne here.

Franois, I've come a long way.

I have the right...

You have no right.

We said everything in Narbonne.

You think I'm harsh?

Here we become uncivilised.

Its dreadful.

But I'm no longer jealous

of Colonel Pelletier.

He was killed in action last week.

Come with me.

- Where are you taking me?

- You'll see.

It's a surprise.

Both Germans and French

occupied the castle.

When it burned down,

the officers settled in this barn.

Careful.

I used to sleep in that bed.

Where are you going?

- The First Commander?

- Over there.

Third Company, sir...

Inform our men.

Get in line!

See? That's how I made my bed.

With this curtain.

- Yes.

- Come here.

- How did you find me?

- It took a long time.

It's late, I must get going.

- Tell me you're happy to see me.

- I am.

- Tell me you wanted this.

- I did.

- Hurry up.

- Quick, guys.

Captain Lassalle!

Where is Captain Lassalle?

I'm not Javanese.

I've never been to Java.

I know nothing about Indian art.

I was born in Holland.

My father was a sailor.

- A peasant girl wearing clogs.

- You must have looked cute.

I wanted to tell you

but you always stop me.

Okay, speak.

- First...

- Speak my love. Speak.

That night at the Baroness's...

- Yes my Tulip, tell me sweet things.

- You always interrupt.

- Tender things...

- The baroness...

Thanks to her we met.

I have to tell you...

You're not my Javanese

but my Dutch treat.

- Please, I don't have the strength.

- Greta, try to relax.

- I spend a lot of money.

- That's what it's for.

- Don't you wonder...

- I wonder...

how beautiful your mouth is,

such gorgeous lips...

especially this one.

a perfect little nose,

absolutely adorable,

such beautiful hair,

and such fine skin

here on your forehead,

so delicate that the veins show

just underneath...

You're beautiful.

But also fragile.

I like looking at you so close,

like now.

It's very emotional.

Take this.

That way.

Franois...

Come quick.

I don't know how to use it.

Franois!

You're hurt, my Franois...

- Hello, little one.

- Hello, Papa.

- Surprised?

- No, I expected you.

Papa, I need your help.

I need to sleep here tonight.

We'll manage.

But you know... I'm completely broke.

Today, I'm getting

a large sum of money.

You'll have everything you need.

And when the war is over

we'll go back home to Holland.

And I'll never leave you again.

What's up, little one?

So you love your father after all.

I've never loved anyone else.

- Come in for a drink.

- I can't stay.

- We'll go out then.

- No, I must go...

Oh, your driver said to meet him

in Montmartre by 6 p.m.

I'll be back soon.

Bye. See you soon.

- See you soon.

- Don't forget me.

Exceptional revelations

about the German spy network!

Germans everywhere!

Germans everywhere!

Kid...

- Here.

- Keep the change.

- Thank you.

- Do me a favour.

- See that lady in white?

- Yes, sir.

Go and tell her:

"Ma'am, don't go to the bank."

That's all. Repeat.

- Ma'am, don't go to the bank.

- Good. Go.

Ma'am, don't go to the bank.

- Why are you saying that?

- Ma'am, don't go to the bank.

I don't understand.

One moment.

Sign here.

Margaretha Zelle,

better known as Mata Hari?

Pig!

Groping women in the street!

Drop it. That won't work.

Look around you.

Very well. Let's go.

Latest news!

Dancer Mata Hari arrested!

Agent for an awful spy organisation

All the details about her crimes

and infamy! Latest news!

The arrest of the beautiful Javanese!

Her trial begins!

To defend her, Barrister Clunet!

Her driver dies but never talked!

Mata Hari verdict is today!

Mata Hari is sentenced to death!

The court is dismissed.

Next military session is on July 27th.

It's impossible. Impossible.

We'll appeal.

If it's denied, I'll go see

President Poincar.

And if he refuses?

- What is it?

- Courtyard in ten minutes.

- Me?

- Yes.

Don't cry, Marie.

Hurry!

Ten, eleven, twelve.

Go!

By order of the military court

dated 24th July 1917,

Margaretha Zelle, a.k.a. Mata Hari,

has been sentenced to death.

By order of the Paris General Commander

the execution will be carried out

on October 15th, 1917.

Is anyone claiming the body?

Is anyone claiming the body?

Is anyone claiming the body?

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