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hwp Right.
Look. Is any woman worth that?
Surely, you regret having betrayed
your country.
- You can still have a chance...
- Youre wasting time.
Come on, out with it.
Who is she? What is her name?
Tell us, you fool!
Mata Hari.
Thats her name, isnt it?
- Let me alone.
- Oh, shoot him.
She bewitches them.
Why not? She bewitched all Paris.
Shes Frances greatest enemy.
The woman has become
a mania with you, Dubois.
After all, youre the only one in Paris
that believes shes a spy.
Its very dangerous to accuse a woman
whos so powerfully protected...
- ...without proof.
- Ill get that proof.
And one cold morning, youll see your fine
Mata Hari tied to one of those posts.
- Dine with me tonight?
- Thanks, no.
- Tonight Im to see your Mata Hari dance.
- What?
A special soiree at LeMarchands.
- How dare you.
- Its 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, its the first time in history,
a flight over the German lines.
Congratulations. A great achievement.
Thank you, sir, but its just sheer luck.
- And a good engine.
- The dispatches?
Quite safe, sir. Im 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. ut I was frightened
to death all the way.
Youll 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 hours, Your Excellency.
Rush it, please.
General Shubin,
please report back here tonight at : .
This will call for immediate counsel.
Congratulations, lieutenant.
We shant forget.
General Shubin will give you
your instructions.
- Sit down.
- Thank you.
Well, you feel like celebrating?
Sleep is the only thing Im 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.
Id ask you to dine with me, but I have
to go to a reception right afterwards.
Mata Haris dancing.
Mata Hari?
Id be delighted
to have dinner with you, sir.
- Im not as tired as I was.
- No?
The prospect of a good dinner, perhaps.
Yes, I suppose thats it.
After all, its 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, Im not even sleepy anymore.
- No?
Thats all right, Rosanoff.
Therell be such a crowd there,
one more wont matter.
What do you mean?
Why, didnt you say you wanted
to see Mata Hari dance?
Shiva...
...I dance for you tonight as the bayades
danced in the sacred temples of Java.
ravo!
ravo!
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 cant believe it.
She makes matrimony seem so dull.
Id 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.
Theyre so intriguing. May I?
Andriani wants to see you at the Pavilion
at once. Its very important.
- Glad you like them.
- Thank you.
Do you think...? Could you introduce me?
My dear boy, one doesnt meet Mata Hari
on the spur of the moment like that.
esides, Im 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, wasnt she marvelous?
- Wasnt that a wonderful dance, monsieur?
It wasnt a dance, it was a poem.
- Do you know her?
- Who doesnt?
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.
- ravo.
The dancer is only as beautiful
as the mood of her dance.
- To Mata Hari.
- To Mata Hari.
Now, gentleman, Im terribly tired.
Youll have to excuse me.
Youve been very, very charming.
I thank you.
Good night, my lady.
Good night. Good night.
- Marvelous.
- Why, of course.
