01x09 - Memoirs of a Spy

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- Mata Hari! Look here!
- Stop!

Get out! Out! Go.

Mata Hari, what
did Gabriel Astruc

mean to you on a personal level?

Everything. He meant
everything to me.

He spent many years by my side.

And I cannot imagine
going on without him.

Do you want to avenge your
friend and punish your enemies?

I don't have any
aspirations for the revenge.

It will not bring
him back, anyway.

I believe it was a terrible
and meaningless accident.

So you will not
insist that people

responsible for
your friend's death...

umm, be found and punished?

This country is a
country governed by law...

and morality...

and I'm confident
that the guilty will pay.

These are the words
of a real patriot.

Astruc was your manager.

Who will replace him?

No one can replace him.

She's writing a book,
and I'm going to publish it.

What is the book about?

This book is about a great

woman. There will be many
unknown facts about her life.

Lavish photographs. We have
just begun working on it, so...

- I must go. Sorry.
- Sir? Please?

Thank you.

This is a complete disaster.

The public is furious,
demanding answers

and the newspapers are
saying we're murderers

calling for your resignation

which I would not mind, except
they're asking for mine, too.

So I have to make
excuses for you now.

But how can I
excuse such stupidity?

How did she get to the press?

Why isn't she dead?

I can explain.

- Can you really?
- I did not order any shootings.

The order to sh**t all those
people was given by my assistant

- Herve Matin.
- He decided this all by himself?

No. I think that

Lieutenant Herve
Matin misunderstood

my order about the raid.

My order was to
raid the establishment

and to arrest them.

I believe the situation
went out of control.

So it means you're not willing

to accept the blame
for k*lling those people.

I'd convene a military tribunal

if I could do it without
putting myself at risk.

As for your assistant

I'll send him to the front-line.

This better not happen again

because I will not protect you.

Call Lieutenant Matin.

Lieutenant?

- Lieutenant Herve Matin.
- Put your hand down.

Lieutenant...

you went against my orders.

Take him away.

This way, Private.

Monsieur General.

Captain!

It is tough at the front.

A former officer can easily
catch a b*llet in the back.

w*r is w*r, General.

Get to your duties,
Captain Lado.

Your department has been
of quite little use lately.

- Paper! Paper!
- She takes her time.

Mademoiselle said you must
not see her in the dress.

Yeah, I know.

Silly superstition.

Hun b*stards!

k*lled thousands of
people in one night.

Damn. They used gas again.

Barbarians.

Vera.

Vera!

Vera. Vera.

Are you all right?

It's all right.

You're alive.

That's what matters.

How are you feeling?

Just a bit dizzy.

You're still in shock.

But at your age
you should recover

without any lasting effects.

And don't do anything
to exert yourself.

- Thank you, Doctor.
- You're welcome.

Tell me, Doctor. How
long until she recovers?

Uhh, I would say
in a couple of weeks

- she should be back on her feet.
- Mm.

You are very
lucky, Mademoiselle.

You will be fine.

We will arrange the wedding
as soon as Vera is better.

Yes, yes.

In the meantime

I think it's better
we don't tell Vera

you're going to the front.

We don't want her
to worry about you.

I will take care, I promise.

You, too, be careful.

Yes. We cannot count
on being lucky again.

The dress-makers in
Anjou were all k*lled.

It's a miracle
you and Vera lived.

By God's grace,
he saved her, for me.

Turn the lights on.

Whatever you want.

But General Foch was
toasting a successful

operation.

How is that?

You know, I don't keep
any secrets from you.

I don't understand
all these doodles.

You don't have to.

You're so beautiful.

And the Russians?

Will they be far from Paris?

Why?

Do you have any
special friend among them?

I know, I'm just curious.

Mm.

Here.

Chalon county.

Oh my god, I'm so clumsy.

I'm bored.

Let's go back.

Clean it up.

These French.

They make first-class
trenches for themselves.

They will never
let us dig like this.

We won't let them either.

Your soldiers seem
to be in good spirits.

Let's hope you're still joking
after two weeks of battle.

It's not their first
year on a b*ttlefield.

I doubt anything
can change their mood.

Is everything OK here?

Change of guard, soldier!

Yes, sir!

- Sakharov. Man the station.
- Yes, sir.

OK.

Do you see anything?

Only some Germans
rotting on the wires.

Whew!

Those sons of b*tches
see every move.

How long have they
been sitting in that pillbox?

A long time.

We've blocked
the passage with wire

but that won't
stop a hard attack.

Colonel Berson shouldn't
have let her in his room.

What did she want?

What do they all want?

What were they talking about?

It was hard to hear.

I think, I heard

them say something
about the Russian corps.

Something about it being
transferred to the front-lines.

Russians.

You may go, now.

Get more information next time.

I'll pay double the money.

Hello. Karasov.

I need you to get the
names of all officers

with the Ministry
of Foreign Affairs

who work with the Russians.

Dig up information of any kind

on each of them.

We've taken a
lot of casualties, sir.

It's been two days, Lieutenant.

I keep track of
the time, Captain.

Well, I can't afford
to waste any more.

Give me your g*n.

You and Zaharav put
rapid fire on the pillbox.

Keep their heads
down while I get close.

Maslov, you'll be k*lled.

Give me those.

He's crazy.

Yes, he is.

The Russians are stationed here.

So, you know what this means?

I can read military charts.

They won't have any a*tillery
support for three days.

Wonderful.

Three days, Monsieur Lenoir.

This information must
be sent immediately.

Will do, Madame.

Shall I tell the
photographer to come in?

Yes, please.

And little David too.

So.

Let's start a new
chapter, David.

Write it down.

My new...

old...

lover.

The Russian side is quiet.

It's a good time to strike
if our information is correct.

What about the pillbox?

Is it ours or the Russians'?

We built it.

I think it still belongs to us.

The Russians
fired on it recently.

Well, then. You know what to do.

- God is with you.
- We'll remind them what happened

to Samsonov at Tannenberg.

I've been...

such a mess lately, Father.

I feel like, I need to act.

To do something.

But I can't.

This passivity brings me down.

May God forgive you.

The world is going
through its darker times.

Practice patience, Vladimir.

Everything comes to him
who knows how to wait.

Wait.

Wait for what?

Just wait for the time
to take its course.

The darkest hour comes
right before the dawn.

Think about Vera.

Vera.

Have you set a date
for the wedding yet?

How can I think
about the wedding now?

Do you have any doubt?

I don't know, Father.

Marriage is a
beautiful thing, Valodya.

It will settle you down.

Is there
anything else to confess?

Yes, Father. I have
k*lled five people.

May God forgive you.

Is that all?

Pass the word down the line

that when the firing
stops, we attack.

- When the firing stops, attack.
- Fire!

Charge!

We're going to break through.

This has to open
the road to Paris.

Yeah. Maybe.

Remember, history is
also made by the losers.

And the Russians are
dangerous hand-to-hand.

I hope our men in the
pillbox come through for us.

Anyway, it's time.

Attack! Attack!

Attack! Attack!

Charge! Let's go!

Don't let them get
away. Stay close.

Oh no, it's nothing.

We are going far
away from the cab.

There are a lot of thieves,
so...

I am afraid

I can't protect you
if something happens.

Morning paper.

You should
learn to have more fun.

The Russians won the battle!

The Russians...

- Thank you.
- Here you go.

Oh please. Give me one.

- Thank you.
- Thank you, Madam.

Newspaper!

Fresh newspapers!

We've beaten the
Germans again, haven't we?

I believe so.

Well.
Russians have.

And thanks to them the
Germans got what they deserved.

Let me introduce myself.

August Warner, diplomat
and special envoy to Indochina.

It's...

it's a pleasure to
meet you. I am...

Oh, you don't have
to tell me who you are.

You don't need an introduction.

I have seen your picture many
times and reveled at your beauty

but if I may say so, you
are even more beautiful

in real life, Madame.

It was nice to
meet you, Monsieur.

Ha! Did you see the papers?

I told him

that Maslov was a born leader.

Excuse me. You knew Colonel Ilyatsov?

Oh. Yes.

Yes, I knew him in Russia.

He appointed Captain Maslov
and I told him

this man is destined to do
great things, and I was right.

- What do you think about them?
- Ah, let me see it.

Cambodian real silver.

Mm.

A bit tarnished.

How did it look on you?

Beautiful! Let me
buy them for you.

No. No.

This is not necessary.

Thank you so much.

We're going home. Umm...

have a wonderful day, Monsieur?

Warner, but please
call me August.

August.

I hope to see you soon, August.

Monsieur Vladimir, we're
so happy you are back.

- Welcome home.
- Hello Charlotte.

- How are you?
- I'm fine, thank you, sir.

How are things around here?

We were all so
worried about you.

For so long we heard nothing.

We read in the papers
about your great heroics.

We're all so proud.

Oh dear.

Finally. I thought these
days will never end.

Vera, my darling.

My god! You've become so light.

- Are you here for long?
- Nyet.

I just have to go back
to the regiment for a day

and then I'll be off,
for over two weeks.

A full two weeks!
That's wonderful!

So we can finally set the date.

Do I smell like medicine?

No.

Then, why are you so cold?

I'm not cold.
I'm just very dirty.

Two weeks in the trenches.

I don't mind.

But if you do, then take a bath.

But first, carry me
to the dining room.

I'll wait there for you.

All right.

Have you checked the
list of the Foreign Affairs

people for Warner?

Yes, I received a
reply from Cologne.

Warner holds a high post,
something to do with

supply of weaponry to
the Russian Czar's army.

And he's really an
Indochina specialist.

Do they want me
to work with him?

Uhuh.

How careless.

We have to send his
photograph to Cologne

to confirm his identity.

It will take a lot of time.

And since when is he in such...

rush?

Not me.

But the office.

When Warner

is salivating over me...

take photographs of him.

Discreetly, of course.

Of course.

- Here he is.
- Monsieur.

Finally!

You're here, August.

- I'm so glad to see you.
- How could I stay away?

You're so beautiful.

No, these are
beautiful. Thank you.

I'll use them for a photograph.

- Perfect.
- Hold still.

Send the Patriot a coded
message that Agent H21

should suspend contact
with the Chinaman

until we can
verify his identity.

I need to talk with you!
Leave us, Corporal.

Have the message encrypted
and sent immediately.

Who is the message for?

The Patriot.

Wait, Corporal.

Come here.

Give me the note, please.

H21 is Mata Hari, correct?

Yes, Colonel.

Then why should she suspend
contact with a potential source?

We need all the
information we can get.

She's a very effective agent.

We are still checking him.

We can't wait on this Elizabeth.

We're losing one agent
after another in Russia.

And we can't figure out why.

We need information.

We can't put Agent H21
at risk. She's too valuable.

If you make us lose Warner

I will not be able to protect
you from the headquarters.

You're the only woman officer
in the army, and of such rank.

If any of the officers
believe they can replace me

I'd gladly leave my missions
in their capable hands.

Come on.

No one could
replace Frau Doktor.

How long do you need
to check on Warner?

I'll know tomorrow,
or the day after.

I don't want to delay,
any more than you do.

The Patriot is waiting
for her next instructions.

So let's work together
to give them the answer.

Would you like to eat
something, Herr Colonel?

I would.

Great.

The food was
delicious. Thank you.

Oh. How clumsy can a man be?

You'd be more useful at
the front-line. Get lost!

Now.

Sorry. I can't
stand these cowards.

Leave it, August.

It's hard enough for them.

They're miserable people.

Their families disown them.

Their lovers reject them.

Even prostit*tes refuse them.

Yes.

A man without love is lost.

I know I fear losing you.

Why do you think you'll lose me?

Because I have to
leave on a mission.

It will happen soon.

Is that so?

How sad. When?

Confidential?

Is it proper to show me?

From you, I don't
have any secrets.

The 14th.

You have to leave
the day after tomorrow.

First I must work on some
documents at home, so...

tonight is the last chance
for me to be with you...

if you...

join me.

If not, I will understand.

Write down your
address on a napkin...

and I will come there at night.

So you must leave.

But you'll be back
tomorrow, right?

Yes.

The regiment is not on the
b*ttlefield now, so don't worry.

I always
worry when you are gone.

It can't be avoided, Vera.

I'm an officer, after all.

He's right, you can't live
your life worrying about him.

Maybe we should
call the wedding off.

That way it won't be
on your mind all the time.

That was a bad joke, Father!

Oh. All right.

Did you set the date?

Vladimir doesn't seem
to want it any more.

Of course I do. I just...

don't want to rush it.

There's a telephone call
for Monsieur Captain.

It's headquarters. Excuse me.

This will leave
stains on her fingers.

Like the mark of Cain,
impossible to wash off.

So even if she has the time

to close the safe

it won't erase her guilt.

It's a great idea,
Monsieur Captain.

- Monsieur Warner, don't forget.
- Yes, of course.

And now, I'm
gonna let our Savior

watch over this key.

And what if she does try
to poison you, or worse?

k*lling Warner
would be no use to her.

It would raise suspicions.
She wouldn't risk it.

She'll just wait for
me to fall asleep.

And for now, it's time for
my date with our gorgeous spy.

Be careful with the documents.

It might be safer
to take a taxi.

Safe travels.

I will.

I'll just walk a little.

I need to see the Madame, now.

Madame's gone.

- Where?
- To Mr Warner's.

How did you get in?

Dammit. When did she leave?

Just, five minutes ago.

Address, quick.

I don't know the address.
What's wrong?

I received this from Cologne.

The man she is with is
Captain Ladoux, not Warner.

She's walking into a trap, set
by the French Secret Service.

- Help! Help me!
- Stop it!

- Help me!
- I said, stop it!

Jawohl, Captain!

Turn left and go ahead.

Drive closer.

Quick! Get in.

Take us home.

Bring him to the living room.

Leave him here.

Thank you.

Wait in the car.

- What's going on?
- Warner is secret police.

We have to run,
and we can't keep this.

Here is what we do.

- Anna.
- Hmm?

Go upstairs, and you bring
me the picture of Non.

- Now.
- I'll do it.

Uhh, what's going on?
What picture?

Trust me.

Anna, please.

- Call the doctor and police too.
- All right.

You're going to call
every journalist you know

and the news of the day will be

Mata Hari the French patriot
saved the Russian hero

Vladimir Maslov.

- It's... genius!
- Shhh.

What are you writing?

It's a goodbye
letter for Warner.

Couldn't leave him sad, can we?

No. No.

Give this to the driver,
and pay him well.

Of course.

- Here.
- Thank you.

Take these.

Put it there.

Mm.

Thank god you're awake.

No.

The doctor
should arrive shortly.

- Nothing serious, it seems.
- Don't touch it!

It's my daughter, Non.

She means everything to me.

- Margaretha, I was...
- Excuse me, Madame.

- Doctor Havel is here.
- Hello, Doctor.

Well.

I'll leave you alone for now.

Maslov was not saved
by the French authorities.

Perhaps because they were busy
arresting drunks or prostit*tes.

The Russian here was
saved by the woman

who survived the recent
m*ssacre which the authorities

also failed to prevent.

The same woman who
is loved by the public

and is constantly
assaulted and harassed

by those same authorities
who failed her and Maslov

- just as they are failing...
- Get to the point.

"Without regard for her own life
Mata Hari rescued Maslov

from the German
spies and treated the

hero's grievous wounds.

Not only did she
save the captain's life

but also the vital
documents he was carrying

which are now safe with

the General Lokhvitsky."

She out-mastered
me, for the moment.

I must be patient.

It's hot, so blow on it first.

Then take some sugar...

put it between your teeth

and sip through it.

Mm? Mm?

- Huh?
- Go on, sip. Sip the tea.

I told you, you shouldn't.

It's very good.

Thank you.

I'm so
grateful to you for Valodya.

I was glad to be of help.

I'm just tired
of talking about it.

What is that small
building over there?

It's a greenhouse.

I enjoy gardening.

I would love to look at it.

Will you give me a tour?

Of course, he'll be happy to.

The doctor said you
should walk more.

Of course I will
keep you company.

Don't take too long.

We'll have lunch soon.

Such a lovely smell.

My neighbors had a place
like this, when I was a child.

I love the whole
concept of a greenhouse.

It's not only beautiful.

It's life.

The sun brings light.

And it brings warmth.

And it makes
the flowers blossom.

We should go back.

As you wish.