Mata Hari Page #4

Steady.

You are still here, sir.

- And they didn't telephone?

- Yes, someone did.

- Then the plans have been changed.

- I didn't answer. Get me a taxi.

- You didn't answer? Why not?

- I told you to get me a taxi.

If anyone calls, you tell them I'm out.

Quickly!

Yes, sir.

- Lieutenant Rosanoff?

- Gone out.

- This is his servant.

- Where'd Rosanoff go?

- He went to the embassy a long time ago.

- Impossible. We just came from there.

- Then he must have met with an accident.

- But when?

- Oh, these Paris taxis.

- Come on.

I hope it's not a bad accident.

I have to see her.

I'll wait here till I do see her.

Madame Mata Hari is not in.

- Where is she?

- I don't know, sir.

- Where would she be? Who are her friends?

- I don't know. Where would she be?

Where would she be?

- General Shubin's?

- I've told you, sir, I don't know.

All right.

While I know you'll hate to leave Paris,

I must ask you to go on a little mission.

- Yes? Where?

- To Marseilles.

- Marseilles?

- Yes.

Oh, no. Don't do that to me, Andriani.

Think of how I've served,

the work I've done.

- Have pity on me.

- No, no. There's no need...

...of you becoming hysterical.

You're simply being ordered to Marseilles

to meet our Spanish agent.

- What is so terrifying about that?

- It means my number's up. I know.

You think I'm a traitor. I'm not.

I'll swear by everything I hold sacred.

And what do you hold sacred?

There's a train tonight.

Brille has your tickets.

I won't go.

I won't go meekly to be slaughtered.

Remember, this is Paris,

not the Wilhelmstrasse.

If you force me to be a traitor,

I'll go to the French police...

...and tell them everything I know.

They'll protect me.

You ought to know.

Jacques.

Now, now, now. What's the matter, dearie?

Not feeling well?

Hello, Mata.

Well, if everybody obeyed orders

as loyally as you do...

Thank you.

- Any further orders for me?

- Yes.

Yes, here are the photographs

of the dispatches.

Take that to Shubin and have him send

them in the first diplomatic mail to Holland.

Very well.

- You don't seem to be in very good humor.

- No.

I'd think your success of last evening

should put you in the very best of spirits.

- To the contrary.

- Why?

Surely, a simple job like that

needn't have been unpleasant.

Most unpleasant.

He's in love with me.

Well, that's not unusual.

He wants me to marry him.

Not really? Marry...

Well...

Why is that so funny?

- What is it?

- We are dispensing with carlotta's services.

She seems to resent it.

Poor carlotta.

She shouldn't have fallen in love.

I've warned her and you

about that before.

I am surprised she didn't respect

your wishes in the matter.

She was afraid of you.

Ours is an exacting profession.

We're permitted no friends, no emotions,

no personal life of our own.

What are you driving at?

I'm simply reminding

you that a spy in love...

...is a tool that has outlived

its usefulness.

You're so subtle.

You imagine that I am in love?

Well, I did think for a moment that you were

taking this Rosanoff a little too seriously.

I never expect to see Rosanoff again.

I never want to.

But it's not because I'm worried

by any threats of yours.

But I want you to see him again.

He may continue

to be very, very useful to us.

- Not to me.

- But...

I don't ever want to touch

that boy's life again.

Hello.

What?

Yes.

He did not report to the flying field?

Tell His Excellency I'll be there

as quickly as possible.

- Ivan! My tunic.

- Yes, sir.

Hurry, hurry.

I knew this was going to be

an unlucky day when I woke up.

Put it down. Put it down!

Get me a dozen orchids and take them

to Madame Mata Hari.

Take this note along with it.

Meet me at the embassy.

Yes, sir.

Monsieur Dubois.

Good morning, my friend.

- Good morning.

- Oh, no. No one would ever forgive that.

To spoil a man's supper,

then come back and spoil his breakfast.

- Sit down, please.

- Thank you.

- Well, what is it today? More melodrama?

- No, no.

- Today it is a farce.

- Oh, indeed. I see.

Last night I was bold enough

to hint at a relationship...

...between you and a certain lady.

And I've come to apologize...

...because I was mistaken.

Oh, yes, because I discovered...

...that this lady's inclinations

are entirely elsewhere.

- Oh, yes?

- Oh, yes.

We older men merely furnish the soft lights

and champagne.

The mood, as it were.

Youth whistles, and we? We spend

the rest of the evening reading a book.

Just what are you trying to get at?

Merely this, that Mata Hari went straight

to the rooms of young Rosanoff...

...when she left here last night.

And the previous night, he was with her.

In what way does this concern me?

Well, it doesn't. It merely illustrates

what a fool I made of myself.

Yes, yes.

Well, if you will pardon me, I have a most

important engagement at the embassy.

I'm very sorry to detain you.

It's stupid of me.

But I had to drop in

and apologize for my silly mistake.

- Very kind of you. Yes, charming.

- Good morning.

- Did it work?

- I don't know yet. He seemed calm enough.

But there may be quite

an interesting reaction. We shall see.

Shubin?

Shubin?

What's happened?

A private air raid?

You cheat.

- You liar.

- "Good morning, liar" would be more polite.

- Be quiet, you...

- We'll omit the pet names.

- Come to the point.

- Rosanoff. That's the point.

You were with him all last night.

Dubois told me.

How does he know?

Did he look through the keyhole?

- Don't deny it.

- I don't.

Of course I was with him.

He had information I wanted, and I got it.

That's all.

You didn't think I went there

because of...?

Can't you understand why Dubois

is doing this?

- He knows what you mean to me.

- You're lying.

You love that boy, and I know it.

Would I have taken this if I loved him?

What is it?

Photographs of his dispatches to Russia.

Doesn't that convince you?

Yes, I'm quite convinced.

Convinced it's not the whole truth.

What about the night before last?

Did he have the dispatches then?

No, he did not have the dispatches then.

But he had you, huh?

That's what Dubois said.

We older men supply the champagne.

But when youth sings, the old fool

stays home and pays the piper.

That's what Dubois said.

Hello.

- Wagram-6oo.

- What are you doing?

I think it's only fair to apologize to Dubois.

After all, he was right, you know.

Hello, Monsieur Dubois?

Who's calling?

Hold the wire.

General Shubin on number three.

Yes? Dubois speaking.

Will you please repeat that?

I didn't quite hear you.

You were right. She is a spy.

I'll give you all the proof you want.

Well, come over! She's here.

I'll keep her here.

Get me a car quick.

At last, I've got Mata Hari.

You've been cheating men all your life.

But there'll be 12 men you won't cheat,

the firing squad.

No firing squad for me, Shubin.

It'll be your word against mine.

And after all, I have friends.

Paris will laugh at you.

A jealous, hysterical fool.

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