Mata Hari

Right.

Look. Is any woman worth that?

Surely, you regret having betrayed

your country.

- You can still have a chance...

- You're wasting time.

Come on, out with it.

Who is she? What is her name?

Tell us, you fool!

Mata Hari.

That's her name, isn't it?

- Let me alone.

- Oh, shoot him.

She bewitches them.

Why not? She bewitched all Paris.

She's France's greatest enemy.

The woman has become

a mania with you, Dubois.

After all, you're the only one in Paris

that believes she's a spy.

It's very dangerous to accuse a woman

who's so powerfully protected...

...without proof.

- I'll get that proof.

And one cold morning, you'll see your fine

Mata Hari tied to one of those posts.

- Dine with me tonight?

- Thanks, no.

- Tonight I'm to see your Mata Hari dance.

- What?

A special soiree at LeMarchand's.

- How dare you.

- It's to be smart and very private.

After all, there is a war going on.

Oh, well, some dance and some die.

And some will do both.

- Is that it?

- I think it is, General Shubin.

- May I?

- Surely.

It is. Amazing.

Something of an event to see

a ship arrive from Russia.

Event? Why, it's the first time in history,

a flight over the German lines.

Congratulations. A great achievement.

Thank you, sir, but it's just sheer luck.

- And a good engine.

- The dispatches?

Quite safe, sir. I'm to deliver them

to the ambassador personally.

Yes, of course. Of course. Major.

May I present Lieutenant Alexis Rosanoff

of the Russian imperial air force.

Proud to meet such a brave young man.

Thank you, sir. But I was frightened

to death all the way.

You'll hold yourself in readiness

for a return flight to Russia...

...as soon as our reply is ready.

- Yes, Your Excellency.

- How long will it take to decode this?

- Ten to 12 hours, Your Excellency.

Rush it, please.

General Shubin,

please report back here tonight at 11:3o.

This will call for immediate counsel.

Congratulations, lieutenant.

We shan't forget.

General Shubin will give you

your instructions.

- Sit down.

- Thank you.

Well, you feel like celebrating?

Sleep is the only thing I'm interested in.

Can I put you up for the night?

No, thank you.

I still have my little place at Passy.

That is, if I can stay awake

long enough to get there.

I'd ask you to dine with me, but I have

to go to a reception right afterwards.

Mata Hari's dancing.

Mata Hari?

I'd be delighted

to have dinner with you, sir.

- I'm not as tired as I was.

- No?

The prospect of a good dinner, perhaps.

Yes, I suppose that's it.

After all, it's rather absurd to go straight

to bed your first night back in Paris.

I think I do feel rather like celebrating.

If you can stay awake.

- Funny, I'm not even sleepy anymore.

- No?

That's all right, Rosanoff.

There'll be such a crowd there,

one more won't matter.

What do you mean?

Why, didn't you say you wanted

to see Mata Hari dance?

Shiva...

...I dance for you tonight as the bayaderes

danced in the sacred temples of Java.

Bravo!

Bravo!

They say her mother was a sacred dancer,

her father a temple priest.

You know she married a Dutchman.

My dear, he used to beat her.

Really? I can't believe it.

She makes matrimony seem so dull.

I'd like to know her.

I feel that I do know her.

Madame Mata Hari, may a perfect stranger

offer her appreciation?

- Thank you.

- Your costume was exquisite.

And those earrings, are they Javanese?

No, they are from India.

They're so intriguing. May I?

Andriani wants to see you at the Pavilion

at once. It's very important.

- Glad you like them.

- Thank you.

Do you think...? Could you introduce me?

My dear boy, one doesn't meet Mata Hari

on the spur of the moment like that.

Besides, I'm late now.

- Do you mind if I stay for a while?

- No, no. Not at all.

- Thank you. Good night.

- Good night.

- I thought you were different from the rest.

- Champagne, please.

Take this for me. I know what you like.

I know all about men like you...

Permit me, mademoiselle.

- Oh, wasn't she marvelous?

- Wasn't that a wonderful dance, monsieur?

It wasn't a dance, it was a poem.

- Do you know her?

- Who doesn't?

I would give my right arm to meet her.

So would I.

- To Mata Hari the incomparable.

- Unsurpassed.

- Priestess of the dance.

- High priestess.

- Goddess. Goddess of beauty.

- Bravo.

The dancer is only as beautiful

as the mood of her dance.

- To Mata Hari.

- To Mata Hari.

Now, gentleman, I'm terribly tired.

You'll have to excuse me.

You've been very, very charming.

I thank you.

Good night, my lady.

Good night. Good night.

- Marvelous.

- Why, of course.

Have you ever seen people's faces

when you dance?

Have you any idea of the effect

you have on them?

My mind is so far away when I dance.

I live in another age.

Centuries back...

...when man and woman...

Brandy is bad for your heart.

I thought you'd given it up.

I give up a lot of things,

but I take them back.

To me, anything I like is irresistible.

I've always been that way.

Unfortunately, it's in my blood.

What people you Russians are.

What charming savages.

Come in.

- The Marquis de Signac.

- Wait. We're going to the Pavilion.

- Pavilion?

- Yes.

I like gambling.

They laugh, it's gay there.

Gay? With Signac?

- Is that necessary?

- Why not?

He's very attractive, young.

Of course, he's not a general

of the Russian imperial army...

...so important as you.

- A diplomat...

- or a traitor.

I said it, traitor.

- Now, quiet, Serge.

- The time has come when I can't be quiet.

There's something growing here that's

going to make me shout out...

...the whole truth one day.

You want to die so badly?

I'm dead now.

Just as surely as though there were

a bullet in my heart.

You killed me.

No. The brandy.

No, no, no. You.

Then why don't you give me up?

- I will.

- Well, do.

Come in.

- So you're going to the Pavilion?

- Yes.

- Much gambling.

- Caron, are you coming with us?

Sorry, my dear,

but I have to be in court at 9.

- Most important case.

- Too bad, too bad.

- Shubin?

- Madame, I must be leaving.

I'm due at the embassy now.

Good night.

Good night, general.

- Tonight, late supper?

- No.

Tonight.

I thought it was all over.

Well, tomorrow, then.

I must help you to give me up.

Please, tomorrow.

Good night, General Shubin.

Good night.

Madame Mata Hari's car!

To the Pavilion.

To the Pavilion.

Eight.

Ten.

Four thousand francs.

Here you are, sir.

I have charted all gun emplacements

and air batteries.

- Good. You were attached to me as a cook?

- Yes, sir.

- Technical expert, eh?

- Yes, sir.

- With the rank of captain.

- That's right, sir.

- You're a good soldier?

- I hope so.

- And a good German?

- Yes, sir.

Some months ago, I furnished you

with plans and specifications...

...of a new weapon called the tank.

- Oh, yes, yes.

- You laughed at it, said it was impractical.

That's my belief, sir.

Well, captain, those impractical tanks

went into action in the Somme yesterday...

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