01x05 - Fame

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Thanks Tony..

We should get some sleep.

Freshen up time.

You look so good.

- I do?
- Yes, so good.

Look in the drawer.

This? What is this?

It's a letter from the director
of the boarding school.

They're expecting her...

Jeanne.

Where's the boarding school?

Somewhere near Valencia.

So,

you believe

that I want to get back my daughter

and then send her to a
boarding school the next day?

You didn't think she was
going to stay with us did you?

The life we lead...

One day she's going to see her mother

Yes.

You're right.

Another man in her mother's
bed is not a good example to follow.

Clever girl.

We need to get some sleep.

So that's not bad at all.

And very interesting costumes.

Mata Hari always chooses the best.

That's why she has to choose everything

and as for her, the actual
costumes are done by Benoît.

Even if she dances with no clothes on,

it would hardly be good
enough to take part in my ballet.

Look at the audience,

they can't take their eyes off her.

This is not a ballet audience,

this audience is ignorant.

You understand Count
Costello will spare no expense

to arrange this show
with you, don't you?

Is the Count involved in the contract?

Yes.

Well of course, as
the contract stipulated.

But why didn't you say that before!

Bravo! Bravo!

Tonight's important Count,
perhaps we could postpone

this meeting with
Kroidorf till tomorrow?

She couldn't wait to meet the Colonel.

We spend lots of money to
find a way, why postpone it?

Diaghilev's an important impresario.

Working with him and the Russians,

it could be a great opportunity.

You and I are doing quite
well on our own don't you think?

Mata Hari is a European sensation,

you are her impresario.

Mara Hari, repent your sins.

The exhibitionism must stop.

May I help you Sir?

How much for all of it?

Five hundred.

I will pay you 500 a piece

if you throw them at these witches

and their shepherd.

For God's sake Count!

Here you go.

I'm going I don't want to see this.

Encore, bravo!

Oh Maestro!

Maestro!

Maestro! Tell me, tell me.

What is the secret
behind the great success

of Vincent Bars, hey?

It should be you,

the music, your leads, huh?

I am not the reason for the success,

I assure you. Not even the music.

Mata Hari.

She's the real star of this ballet.

Maestro! Maestro.

Please, lastly, tell me...

We'll have to make
a little detour Colonel.

Colonel Sebastian Kroidorf
at your service, Count.

By the way, let's get dinner tonight.

I was in such a rush,

we can pop into the
bar right now if you wish?

If the ball...

Sinks down in the caviar,

it means it's genuine.

If it doesn't,

- it means...
- It means the ball

is a witch.

Let's try.

- Opah!
- Wow.

Alright, I'm ready to sign the contract.

Gabriel!

- Yes?
- Pour champagne.

- Hello.
- Ah!

Monsieur Diaghilev.

I'm so glad to see you.

The pleasure is mine.

- Darling.
- Hello my love.

This is, Colonel Kroidorf.

I think we've met Sir.

- Yes we have.
- We have to go soon to Amsterdam.

I'm sorry, monsieur,

I will have to ask you to
postpone the rehearsals.

Oh, it is impossible.

I cannot change the dates
for the entire company.

Not agreed, we wrote
this in the contract.

I'm sorry then.

No one says 'no' to
Sergei Diaghilev madam!

Monsieur Diaghilev,

I have other priorities.

My ballet will be remembered forever.

And you,

will be soon forgotten!

Ah, monsieur Diaghilev,

please I...

What a scoundrel.

This is the man you wanted to trust

with Margaretha's career?

Forget him.

The only thing that matters to me,

is to get back to my daughter.

I'm not sure you understand.

Diaghilev is the most
important impresario in Europe.

- So?
- And so you should be

calling him back!

Why do we need this bear?

He can go back to his Siberia.

I believe you didn't want him
anywhere near Margaretha

because then she would
stop depending on you.

- You're out of line!
- Hey, hey, hey.

Gentlemen.

No need to argue.

Please.

I'm sorry,

Count.

It's nothing.

Ah, Sir,

are you willing to help me?

I am.

Let's drink to that then.

Are you going to do
what we agreed Colonel?

Of course my Lord.

If it so,

I'll put you in charge
of one of my estates.

It's good money and a chance
to steal a little bit now and then.

But if you don't...

I assure you my Lord,

- I would never dream...
- If you don't...

I'll send you back to the colonies.

Where you belong.

We're here.

Wonderful.

Woah.

Good afternoon Count.

He's a Count, but I'm a General.

Count Costello,

Madam Mata Hari to see the General.

Good afternoon Count.

Sit down dear.

Well, let's start shall we?

I have agreed to meet with you

out of respect

for your family.

And for your country.

As for the suggestions
you made in your letter,

I find them absurd!

But why?

Mother wanting to
reunite with her daughter.

She's a dancer and a courtesan.

General,

only my respect to your
home and you personally,

is keeping me from
k*lling monsieur MacLeod

right now and delivering the poor girl

for his company for good.

I think, Count,

that status and class
are not just empty words.

We belong to a certain circle,

whereas,

- your companion is...
- I'm a Spanish Grandee

Third Count Costello,

there aren't so many people
of my circle in the world

and definitely none in this room.

I believe it is time to
introduce our friend.

Colonel!

Colonel Kroidorf.

Brilliant.

You haven't drunk
away all your memory yet.

Very good for you.

Gentlemen,

may I introduce you to Colonel Kroidorf.

Kroidorf used to be MacLeods superior

during the last years of
his service in Sumatra.

I will let you tell them the rest.

It happened seven years ago.

After MacLeod was drinking a lot,

his wife, well you were his wife then.

- Where have you been?
- At the club.

- Oooohhh.
- Jeanne is sleeping.

In his drunken rage, he
abused her constantly.

To the point where she
could take it no more.

She asked for help from
my chaplain, Father Bernard.

Here is the address

of the Carminates in Amsterdam.

Margaretha managed to get away

before he did any more
harm to her and her daughter.

Since they were gone,

he could not take out
his rage on his family.

He went straight to see Father Bernard

and took it out on him.

It wasn't my fault, he
had a bad heart, brother.

Explain this, where is my wife?

You strangled him Captain!

No, I just went to talk to him.

He kept making absurd accusations.

I got so angry,

but I didn't think he would die.

- Where did they go?
- Captain MacLeod...

If anyone's to blame, it's her.

Out of respect for your family,

I covered it up.

I allowed your brother to
resign without any investigation.

But the Colonel's conscience
has never been at ease.

And probably will never be.

Is that so?

And the condition that would soothe

the noble Colonel's conscience would be

giving Jeanne Louise back to this woman?

General,

you have more medals
than the last time I saw you.

Did you get them for the
court battles against me?

Hmm?

We need to talk.

In private.

For a minute.

Brother, this is complete...

From now on you call me General

and Sir. Do you understand?

You moron!

You'll give the girl back to that woman.

I will not let anyone mess with my name.

Is that clear?

- Sir, I want to tell you...
- Is that clear?

Wipe your face Captain.

We will do what you ask.

Wonderful.

So we will go to court tomorrow morning

to, what was his name?

Stolbakken.

Royal Judge Stolbakken.

He's the one to make
the decision in my favor.

And give me the custody documents.

Stolbakken.

Why Stolbakken?

I barely know him.

Don't under estimate yourself, General.

It only took you two minutes
to corrupt an honest man.

It should not be different this time.

Fine. Tomorrow.

At eleven.

You'll have all the documents.

If you want,

you can spend some time with
your daughter tomorrow morning.

What?

Why?

We can give the man the chance

to say goodbye to his own daughter.

We'll come to get her at 12 noon.

She better be ready.

Gentlemen.

Good morning General,

did you sleep well?

Yes, thank you.

The papers aren't ready
yet, what do you want?

I want to witness your
conversation with the judge.

I can't do what you're asking me to do.

I have explained the situation to you.

Why did you bring her here anyway?

- We can't discuss this...
- In front of a witness?

That is what you wanted to say.

That's exactly why I came here.

To see how one strikes
a deal with justice.

Trying to help you was a big mistake.

And help me what...

Find justice?

Please,

don't let my presence embarrass you.

Is your daughter still married
to a staff officer your honor?

Yes.

And no one is hindering his career?

No.

And he will keep advancing in the ranks.

Sign it.

Ha!

It's that simple.

God!

How pathetic.

The rest doesn't interest me.

I'll be waiting for the papers outside.

Good day gentlemen.

Does Count Costello know you're here?

Yes, he said you were
going to expose a judge.

I certainly am.

Behind this door, Judge Stolbakken is

preparing a court
resolution in my favor in

a deal with the General.

In a legal resolution?

Absolutely legal

and it took me years

to get it legally.

We've been briefed about your situation.

Oh, here's the
gentleman I told you about.

And here is the ruling

they're all yours gentlemen.

One question...

A few questions...

Please?

So,

you got what you wanted?

Margaretha.

You okay?

Non,

baby, it's mommy.

Non.

My love,

we're here.

It's mommy.

Who are you?

Where's Rudolf MacLeod and my daughter.

I am Lucas Kolar,

the landlord.

This is my apartment.

As for

Captain MacLeod...

Well the hell is he?

MacLeod and his daughter

moved out without notice this morning.

He's related to you, is that correct?

He owes me money.

If someone does not pay,

I will have to go to court.

Where are they?

- I don't know.
- Answer me now!

I don't know, I swear, I don't know.

I came here to get my dues.

- You're dues?
- My dues.

Oh, lady!

Non.

My love.

They ran away.

Don't worry.

We'll find them, I'll hire detectives.

Of course we'll find them,

that's for sure.

I'm sure.

I just don't have the guts
but we have the money.

You think the General helped him?

But why?

To hurt me.

And to mess with you.

But he will deny everything.

And go away free.

And take my documents.

What if it's not him?

Then who?

I know it's him.

Trust me. You have to help me please.

Please.

I want him to pay.

I want him to pay.

Of course my love.

Are you Horowitz?

Head of the Paris branch
of the Pinkertons agency.

Yes Count

Do you know who I am?

It's my job to know.

Count Don Jesús Costello.

Friend of the King of Spain.

An enemy of the Prime Minister.

I have a very delicate
matter to discuss with you.

Please.

Please.

There's a woman

Margaretha, if I'm not mistaken.

She has a daughter.

For many years Margaretha
has tried take custody

of her child from her ex-husband.

Recently she succeeded.

With your help.

Yes.

Unfortunately I could
not resist her wishes.

But secretly I persuaded her husband

to run away with her daughter.

I gave him money.

And sent him to some trusted people.

And now Mata Hari has
cancelled all her performances.

Refused to leave the house,

and doesn't want to
see anyone. Am I right?

Yes.

And I want you to give her hope.

You will travel the world looking

for Rudolf and Jeanne Louise MacLeod.

But never find them.

You're a very smart man.

I value your praise.

However,

our agency has a very reputable name.

It will be unwise

to tell her we didn't
do a successful search.

I will pay double rates.

And you will send me a weekly report

of your search progress.

It's not easy to fake
a convincing search.

How much do you need? Triple?

Tomorrow I will send my people to yours.

I agree.

You won't get this letter my dear Non.

Because I don't even know where you are.

And I will keep writing
because someday I will find you.

And we can read all
these letters together.

I know now I must be
stronger than I've ever been.

And I will be strong, for you.

There's no one that can stop me,

nothing I will not do.

If I need money, I will make it.

If I need power, I will take it.

I swear I will find you my darling.

No matter what.

Hey!

Mata Hari!

I love you!

On Wednesday we moved a man

he told us about fr om Marseille...

On Friday,

he was supposed to be taken to Germany.

I already know this Sir Kramer.

He wasn't duely protected, why?

We had 12 men guarding him,

I'm sorry.

It was all I could provide.

Twelve apostles

couldn't save their Christ.

And Roman Cortez is much
more important to Germany.

Frankly speaking, this Cuban looks like

a coward and liar to me.

So full of himself.

Trying to order us around.

Do you think it's a good excuse for you?

We're here.

We didn't touch anything.

Our agents have been watching the house.

Welcome Senior.

They knocked on your
door using your code.

The agent opened the door,

and was k*lled before
he could fire his g*n.

The intruders were very professional.

Two agents rush to attack,

but they cut ones throat
and stabbed the other.

A fourth agent appeared
and fired several times

before they shot him.

And the man fell down.

The intruders went upstairs

where they encountered two more agents

and k*lled them.

This man was wounded by two b*ll*ts,

they finished him off
with a shot to the head.

This one was used as a human shield.

And...

he's left his card.

Don't be afraid.

You're under my protection now.

That's what those other men told me too.

Now I can only pray for them.

I curse the day I got involved.

Another move like this,

and you will ruin the party.

Check!

Elizabeth.

Leave us!

Cortez was kidnapped

by Jesus Costello.

That's his family crest.

So the man who is essential

to the negotiations to the Americans

who we've been hiding for years,

- he is now in Costello's hands?
- Yes.

The Count is in Paris now,

he will soon move Cortez to Spain.

Then Spanish will get
to blackmail America.

And get whatever they want.

We need that leverage for ourselves.

And Cortez is our best chance to get it

by using the Spanish /
America conflict against them.

I understand.

The Americans would make any deal

rather than let the world
know that they blew up

their own battleship in Havana's Port.

We can't let the Spanish get Cortez.

We'll block all Spanish
routes out of the country.

We'll make Costello lie low

and look for other ways to get

Cortez across the border.

Good.

You have all our agents

in Spain, France and
England at your disposal.

But you must act
quickly and efficiently.

An operation of this
scale can't go on long

Before the enemy gets wind of it.

I agree.

We'll find someone close to Costello

to help us.

Do you have anyone in mind?

A perfect candidate.

Have you ever heard of Mata Hari?

Check.

Damn, you stymied me.

You mean Mata Hari the dancer?

The Counts long time mistress.

Oh well,

I guess...

You could try.

I don't try Colonel,

I do.

Check mate.

Thank God it's you.

I have to change into this trash.

Walk around this
artists area for two hours

and make sure I'm not being followed.

So,

you wanted to see me?

I'm all ears.

I'm going mad here, when
can I leave this place?

- As soon as possible.
- It's not an answer.

Is that why you wanted to see me?

No!

I drew some pictures of the officers,

the ones who talked about the expl*si*n.

I was working on the port.

I was painting, Havana
is so beautiful at night.

Then suddenly this ship exploded.

The expl*si*n, I saw fire,

heard people screaming,
burning, drowning...

And then I remembered
hearing these officers

talking about expl*sives

set to explode at the same time.

For only I knew,

I knew what they meant

I could have warned people.

These Yankees,

do you know their names?

No.

But I drew them for those other men.

For the Germans?

- They found out their names?
- I don't know.

They gave me paper and pencil

and kept me in a cage, just like you do.

Except they kept moving the
cage from one place to another.

Stop whining!

Just be patient.

Soon you're going to move to Spain.

You will testify.

And we will let you go.

All the best to the She-devil.

The Count has lost his mind.

He goes everywhere with the lady.

It's a breach of common decency.

Costello is rich and powerful,

but the King's patience
won't last forever.

Ah, good evening my dear Jesus.

Good evening Senior Ambassador.

- Happy to see you Count.
- Señora.

You're Mata Hari aren't you?

I'm a big admirer of your talent.

My name is Elizabeth Kramer,

I am Dr Kramer's wife.

My husband represents

the Kramer Group here in Paris.