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to seduce you.

We are not guinea pigs

on which to test your theories.

Sit down, Captain.

The opposition is no longer theoretical.

The game has begun.

We're leaving.

We? Your assignment is over.

So... you're free to go, Captain.

You will be held accountable.

By Germany.

Certainly not by you.

You are a very beautiful

and intelligent woman.

You could be of great service to us.

We'd pay very highly for it.

Think about it.

The money.

Just think about it.

I was looking for Captain von Bayerling.

He's off and gone,

and the whole regiment with him.

I heard the Captain's

up with Corps Headquarters.

It's official. It's war.

- Mademoiselle, a message for you.

- Not tonight.

An officer, Mademoiselle,

he insisted.

- Mademoiselle! He insisted!

- I said not tonight.

Pardon. Mademoiselle.

Merci. Mademoiselle.

No, sir.

No, no, no, no.

Monsieur?

- I would like to speak to Lady MacLeod.

- Who is it?

Captain Ladoux.

I must speak with you, Madame.

Entrez. Monsieur.

What do you want?

I sent my card.

I thought perhaps

we might talk over dinner.

- I never dine with strangers.

- Then we'll have to talk here.

I happen to be expecting

important visitors.

- Captain...

- Ladoux.

Georges Ladoux. Do you have

some place to put these?

Marie.

Oui. Madame.

I've given orders

that we are not to be disturbed.

I'm afraid I'm here

on official business.

We've met once before.

At the museum.

And last summer, I saw you dance.

You were quite spectacular.

It's been some time

since you've performed in Paris.

Milan, Rome, Genoa,

and before that Lisbon, Amsterdam.

And don't forget Berlin, Captain.

But of course you know all about that.

I must caution you

to respect the fact that we are at war,

and Paris

is under military jurisdiction.

- What is it that you want from me?

- You were seen in Berlin...

... not only with Count Karl von Bayerling,

but with the Chief of Police,

and that woman,

the one they call Fralein Doctor.

So?

Did you know that the victim of

the so-called assassination on the train

was seen on the streets of Berlin

a few days after you left?

You were saying, Captain?

Of course, you want to change.

I'll wait outside.

Please, do stay.

After all, you're here

on official business.

Mademoiselle.

Unless you fear that your friend Karl

may have already engaged me

to seduce you.

I'll be waiting outside.

We do have a lot to talk about.

Eighty million marks per year

was what Germany's annual budget was

for her spy force before the war.

By making it seem it was we

who had manipulated you,

Karl could be sure

to enlist your sympathy.

- Karl seemed so honest.

- Perhaps.

But he loves his country

and follows orders.

And he knows that one good spy

is worth a dozen diplomats.

Generals Messigny, St. Denis.

May I introduce one of your most

capable staff captains,

and Baron Joubert of the S. E. C. ,

our armaments consortium.

Lady MacLeod.

This exquisite creature

needs no introduction.

Philippe Henri D'Estaing,

Baron Joubert.

A devoted admirer

of the great Mata Hari.

Gentlemen.

Mademoiselle.

You don't like Monsieur le Baron.

Do you?

The rich and powerful

have their attraction.

And Captain Ladoux has his.

No, don't stop.

Harder.

What do you want?

Nothing.

You'd think my driver

would show a little initiative.

I'll try and find him.

The Captain is looking for you.

Wait! What is this?

We meet again.

How dare you?!

Where are you taking me?

Mademoiselle.

When we first met in the museum,

you were on the arm of General Carriere.

Now it's just captains.

You seem to have lowered your sights.

The General has already left Paris.

He's been transferred to Arras.

Let us not talk about the war.

Bastard.

You should not believe everything

your friend Ladoux tells you.

You deceived me.

You know how I feel.

That I cannot hide from you.

Please don't.

Ladoux's been setting a trap for me.

That's why he's been courting you.

Then why did you take

such a chance today?

Or is Mata Hari only a pawn

in a game of chess?

Help me to forget.

Come on.

- Here we are.

- You're mad!

- Come on.

- Where are we going?

To Java!

- Is it very far?

- Not very.

Hurry!

Mata Hari.

I was born in the south of Java,

near the ancient temples of Bourabadour.

My mother was a sacred dancer.

She died when I was born.

The priest gave me my name,

which means "Eye of the Dawn. "

They told me I was a predestined soul,

dedicated to Shiva,

god of the mysteries of love.

And your other name?

Lady MacLeod?

I was married once to a Dutch officer,

but it didn't last very long.

Let me stay with you.

I wouldn't want you to know some

of the miserable things I have to do.

- You're a soldier.

- What I do is not always soldier's work.

Then you'll just disappear.

I have to.

Temptress...

It depends how long my husband

can get away.

I'll be happy to pay you

a month in advance.

But what I'm looking for

must be very private and very quiet.

I'm sure you and your husband

will find this very satisfactory.

Bring me the latest report

from General Gravier.

At once, Colonel!

We've found her.

There she is again.

The same thing every evening

for the last five days.

She walks down to the end of town,

and then she walks back again.

This way, Monsieur.

Seor Noriega!

How good of you to come.

And this must be our Herr Gunther,

all the way from Basel.

Please.

Beautiful.

With your financing complete,

you can have as many as you want.

You are sure, given the situation,

you can meet our demands?

Of course.

Portugal may choose to remain neutral,

but she's no enemy of France.

Why should your armed forces

not be fully equipped?

As long as they pay full market price.

My dear Herr Gunther,

as a patriotic Frenchman,

I supply our poor troops

at rates set by our government.

But...

... it's business as usual...

... with anyone else.

You are disappointed?

Was it someone else

you were expecting?

You think that Karl loves you,

is that what you think?

We never talked about love.

Or you are a German agent.

What exactly happened in Berlin?

They asked me, but I refused.

Did he send you here

to throw me off his scent in Paris?

No.

The day after you most unexpectedly

disappeared after our charming luncheon,

we intercepted a message

sent from a secret German transmitter

hidden somewhere in Paris.

Unfortunately, we weren't able

to decode it until last night.

Unfortunately, because yesterday morning,

General Carriere, your friend,

attacked the German lines.

His troops were slaughtered.

The message we decoded reported that

he had been secretly transferred to Arras,

and that you were the source

of this information.

Get out.

No.

Why should we trust you?

France is my home.

You are Dutch.

I will help you, I promise.

I will help you.

All right, we'll see

just how much you want to help us.

We've learned that von Bayerling's

next mission will take him to Madrid.

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