01x10 - Love During Wartime

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Have you talked to Vera yet?

Not yet.

Damn b*stards are f*cking us!

They want to cover us in dust!

Sit down, don't be stupid.
What's the use of getting k*lled

for nothing?

You know why I haven't
called off the wedding yet?

Because thanks to her father's
connections, I get

sent to Paris more often,

but when I'm there I don't see my

fiancée, I sleep with
a dancer, a courtesan!

Then leave her. If you know
who this woman is, leave her!

You make it sound so easy Father.

It's hard because it's
a battle for your soul...

- Don't let the devil win!
- Just shut up Sasha!

Father Alexander?

Father Alexander?

Sasha?

Sasha!

Sa...

Sit down already god damn you.

I would be damned for
what I am doing here.

Madame said she would be here by three?

Yes.

Punctuality is the virtue of Kings.

I'm only letting you in my
house because I lost a bet

I hope you know that.

Of course, if you want we can
make another bet and maybe

this time we could

- raise the stakes?
- Maybe?

God of love just put this
monster here already!

You wanna come and visit my bedroom?

Oh my Queen, can I
stay with you forever?

You're so young and it's so boring.

Is it working at the Ministry
that makes you so serious?

I just want you to put it
somewhere safe, there are

important documents inside...

Here's your stupid case, it
hasn't gone anywhere has it?

And look what I found!

- Oh... That's great.
- Much more interesting.

Beaujolais... so good.

- Faster.
- Shut up.

Put that back into the case.

You are beautiful.

Wait, wait, wait.

Madame.

What? Now?

He wasn't supposed to
come until the next day.

What's wrong?

Get dressed fast.

What's the matter?

I'm afraid we'll have to
postpone this until later...

please, quick!

Let me help you.

Sshh.

So there'll be one more
idiot telling friends at the bar

that he slept with Mata Hari.

You have to go now Pierre,
I still have to get the house

ready for Vladimir.

'Vladimir'... the way you say his name.

I say his name the
way it's pronounced...

And he provides very valuable
information as you know it.

A silly, naive lover
boy is a dangerous man

second only to a conscientious traitor.

Just like you Monsieur.

You sound offended Madame.

Does that mean you
care about this Russian?

Pierre, you should go now.

No, Monsieur!

You're a German agent.

I'm not I swear!

I just play music!

Don't come around
with your violin b*stard!

I heard you speak German.

If you're French, why
aren't you on the b*ttlefield?

Stop it, stop it...
Messieurs calm down!

- They're trying to k*ll me!
- Calm down!

You want to die
along with this wretch?

Captain, I can't fire into the crowd.

There's so many people
around, I don't know what to do Sir.

That's alright, don't
do anything Monsieur.

People are getting rid of German spies.

Mat ine

I must say... good work.

Thank you, sir.

Come with me to the Bureau.

I have some special missions to
discuss with you... that sound good?

Absolutely sir.

I'm sorry this had to be so late.

No worries Monsieur Lenoir
you're always welcome.

Don't take too much
risk. It's not that urgent.

I understand... Goodnight Monsieur.

Goodnight.

Captain Ladoux report.

Riots and civil
disturbances are increasing,

as well are complaints
about the army and...

Complaints are unavoidable.

But we can minimize it. There
have been reports of attacks

on people suspected of
being spies or deserters.

And how does that help us
minimize the public's dissatisfaction?

Well our reports show that
people are obsessed with spies.

They're starting to
accuse neighbors,

shopkeepers, we can
use this to our advantage

Use it how to our advantage?

Spies can make convenient scapegoats
you can blame them for anything

Who is to blame? For the many thousands
who died at the battle of Verdun.

The spies are.

Who is to blame for the
failure of the Somme?

The spies as well.

If your bureau is
in charge of finding

spies that would mean
that you're to blame

I would prefer to lose
my own reputation than

to have people lose
respect for the army,

and our government.

- Well said.
- Yes, and really appreciated.

What do you need from us Captain?

A free hand to do whatever
I need and I promise you

we will catch enough spies
or I'll take all the blame.

Alright but I don't
want you to overdo it.

There should be no
charges without evidence,

bending the law will not be tolerated.

- Certainly sir, I'm aware of that sir.
- Next slide gentlemen.

The death of Alexander
was a great loss, he

was a true man of
god and a great officer.

Terrible blow to the soldiers.

We can't, men like
him are irreplaceable.

Especially now, when such terrible
things are happening in Russia.

- Your excellency.
- You're leaving?

Aren't you staying for
the memorial dinner?

I would sir...

- My father-in-law wants to see me.
- Oh family matters,

I see. Well you're on leave so.

Thank you sir.

Captain... our French allies left
documents for us at their headquarters

please pick them up, before you go.

Will do sir.

I'm surprised he is leaving.

Yes I was under the
impression Captain

Maslov was Father
Alexander's closest friend.

Come in my dear friend,

We were just discussing the operation.

Good day, Monsieur, Captain.

It's a disgrace that she's still alive.

Well she's just too famous
to be burned alive in public.

I will be happy to hang the wh*re
from a lamp post and take all the blame.

You can court martial me, you
can send me back to the front lines

and I'd be happy to
go if I could first see

this harlot with a
rope around her neck.

I like your enthusiasm, but
we have to follow the law.

Remember I hate her as much as you do.

I want that mansion under
surveillance at all times,

if you see anything suspicious
report to me immediately.

She's the carrier... who sends,
and receives letters for her...

I don't want you to intercept
her I want her colleagues as well.

That clear?

How long can you stay?

Not long. But later I can
stay for a whole night.

I'd rather you stayed for life.

Can you have breakfast with me?

- Breakfast?
- Uh-huh.

Did you just wake up?

Yes.

I had a show last night.

I just danced.

Only that... I swear.

That's all.

Hey, I swear.

I swear.

See how wonderful I am at this?

You'll be so happy...

No.

Let me feed you.

You seem a bit tired.
How are things? Hmm?

- How are things?
- Mmm-hmm.

What does that mean?

My things are as dark
as... as suit is white.

My friend was k*lled... our priest.

And I ran away from
the funeral to be with you.

Eat.

You are a warrior, and
warriors should eat this trouble.

It's a map. I made five photographs.

Good job... your bank account
will get larger by the day.

I might not get a chance to use
it... someone is following me again.

Anna you must be very tired, no-one
is following you, it's in your mind.

Trust me. Everything will be fine.

You have to deliver this
tonight to Monsieur Roma

Go.

- Hey watch it cow.
- What are you doing?

What are you doing? Give it back!

We heard you speaking German...

b*tch.

I'm not German, I am Dutch.

She doesn't have
money, just some change,

she must have more,
such a fat German cow!

Help!

Scream louder, they'll be happy
to hang you, or tear you to pieces.

So, we searched but we found
nothing on her. Only a bit of money,

No documents, no film.

Photographs turned out
well. Anna did a good job.

She's got pictures of some maps.

Senior positions, the Russians
plan an attack in the next few days.

Excellent. I'll send it immediately
through the Portuguese Consulate

When are you going to
publish that book there?

As soon as our friends are out of Paris.

Hmm.

Soon then.

With these documents the Germans
will set a trap for the Russians

or then we'll get k*lled.

Don't you feel sorry
about your Vladimir?

This photograph... should be the cover.

Good choice.

Good morning my dear.

You didn't sleep well?

I had a little headache.

You should stop worrying so much.

It won't help him and
it's not good for you.

It's going to be two weeks
the day after tomorrow.

I miss him so.

Oh my god.

We've been so worried about you.

All this terrible news...
but I shouldn't talk about it.

Forgive me. You must be starving!

Everything is ready for the
wedding. I got a new dress,

And Father arranged to have the ceremony
at the Alexander Nevsky cathedral.

We just need someone to officiate.

You wanted Father Alexander to do it?

- We can arrange that.
- Father Alexander is dead.

Oh my god. What happened?

He died protecting me.

I'm very sorry.

Then you should ask Father Kirill
if he's available for the wedding?

Will you stop talking about this
g*dd*mn wedding for just a moment?

I'm sorry.

I have been lying to you and to you.

I can't do this anymore.

I'm sorry.

What are you saying?

I'm in love with someone else Vera.

I cannot marry you.

I don't believe you.

I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.

Valodya, I beg you, I don't
mind this woman being

in your life but don't
leave me please.

What are you saying Vera? I can't.

Be with her and be with
me, I can't be without you.

I'm sorry.

So? How is she?

Well, they didn't do
anything awful to her...

she's having a nervous breakdown.

What do you suggest?

Yes, laudanum.

One teaspoon a day, be careful,
you can't give her too much,

or she might not wake up.

I understand. How much do I owe you?

One hundred francs Madame.

Here it is.

- Thank you.
- Thank you.

Hello my dear.

Do you want to talk about it?

Hmm?

Those people were looking for something,

I told you someone was following me.

- But you never listen.
- Who's someone?

What are they looking for? Tell me.

They want what we steal
from people. The documents.

I want to go home.

Or I go to the police...
let me go home please

Alright.

Alright.

You will go home to the
Hague, soon. I promise.

- Thank you.
- OK.

Now you need to rest.

- And take your medicine.
- Alright.

Good evening Monsieur Lenoir.

Oh. Monsieur Ollier.

So you're buying bread
in the middle of the night?

Yes but it's only when
they bring the fresh one.

Oh.

Ah, you've got a very special
relationship with your baker.

Stop! Don't sh**t!

Idiot! We needed to talk to him.

Since you're so trigger happy we'll send
you to the trenches on the front lines.

Should we arrest the baker?

Of course.

Frau Shragmuller,
please. I'm expecting you.

Come in.

Agent H21 has no means of communication.

Why?

Lenoir was k*lled.

Ladoux has the baker.

Does the baker know about Mata Hari?

Of course not.

They're too close to her now.

They have always been close.

I have a plan in mind.

May I?

Mata Hari's maid is
concerned about her life

and wants to go back to Holland.

We can't do that.

- She knows too much.
- We'll deal with it.

I'll go to Paris myself...

and replace her...

as Mata Hari's help.

Are you insane?

This is too dangerous.

I won't let you take this kind of risk.

What's that?

A message from the headquarters.

They are thanking us

for the information
on the Russian attack.

And they're saying Mata Hari is now

our top priority, and
we're to give her support

and a new mission.

All right, then.

Go ahead.

Thank you, Colonel.

I've been getting lousy
cards for three days now.

You'll get lucky in love...

instead.

A guy gets lucky in love
as long as he has money.

You are confusing love and lust.

They are different things, you know?

Yes, sure.

So what is the ring you're wearing?

A token of love or is
it a reminder of lust?

Neither one, Lieutenant.

I forgot I was wearing it.

Captain Maslov.

Yeah, that's me.

An order from the headquarters.

Thank you, sir.

One minute, Lieutenant.

If you don't mind, send this
letter with the courier, please.

Will do.

What is that?

An order to attack.

Hm.

Here we are.

Time for goodbyes.

Thank you for everything.

Take care of yourself, mmm?

Yes, I will.

Please. Be careful.

We'll be late for the train.

I guess you need a new maid.

Hm.

I'll be your connection.

I hear it's tough for spies nowadays.

Many people are getting caught.

Police are hunting them down.

That's all right.

They won't get you.

And, umm...

what do you know about housekeeping?

I grew up in a large family

so, I know a lot.

That's good.

I have a lot of guests.

- I know.
- And very often.

I know.

I'll get it.

Very good start.

- Good evening.
- Good evening.

I would like to see
Mademoiselle Mata Hari.

She knows me.

You can let her come in.

Elizabeth.

Can you make us tea?

- Sure.
- Thank you.

Why are you stopping
here? What happened?

Because you were right.

It's warm in here.

They often can't even
make a fire in the trenches.

Valodya told me.

Did he tell you that too?

Mm.

We have other topics.

In fact...

we don't talk that much.

Almost never.

You are a beautiful woman.

I understand why he got so engrossed.

Listen.

I've had a very long day.

And I'm exhausted.

So what do you want?

I don't know.

He called the wedding off.

We were, just supposed to get married.

I'm sorry to hear that.

But it has nothing to do with me.

I certainly didn't ask him

to call the wedding off.

He said he called it off
because he wouldn't lie.

Oh, I can teach him to lie

if that's what you want.

You talk very cruelly.

But I think you are not as heartless
as you want people to believe.

Really?

Why would you say so?

Do you see much hardness in what I do?

Mm?

Thank you.

No, trust me.

Dear.

We're just playing a role.

Vladimir is young.

And gorgeous.

Gorgeous as a god.

And that's why I'm with him.

So...

if he is wounded or crippled

will you leave him then?

Well.

If it's just a scar...

on the cheek...

or across the forehead.

It probably will add to his charm.

But a cr*pple? Ugh.

No.

It's not my cup of tea.

I think I shouldn't have come.

The feeling is mutual, sweetie.

You know the way out.

You know, I...

still think, Valodya could not
fall in love with someone like...

You are a better person.

Probably, you just
don't know it yourself.

Come on, guys!

Nice doing.

Keeping it gallant, are they?

Strange.

Want us to get closer.

Poison gas!

Dinner is ready.

Frau Doktor herself
is making me a dinner.

It's an honor.

You've had a lot to drink today.

How dare you talk to me this way?

Mm.

Worried about your Russian friend.

Aren't you?

The door.

Monsieur Salvat.

Monsieur?

What is going on?

Why are you wearing this uniform?

I'm being sent to the front-lines.

But consider me lucky.

My boss has been sentenced to prison.

What for?

Somehow the Germans learned

about the new grade of steel

our Ministry Department
has been working on.

- Have a seat.
- Thank you.

How did they find out?

Who knows?

I just know I'm going to a place

and very bad things are happening there.

What things?

The Boches used gas
against the Russians.

They were blinded and
coughed up their own lungs

but still kept on fighting.

The Dead Battalion.

Be mine tonight.

I beg of you.

Tomorrow I leave, and
may never come back.

I am so scared.

Don't be a coward.

You want to make love to me, don't you?

Yes, I do. Very much.

So you need to act
like a man at all times.

Understand?

Elizabeth.

Yes, Madame.

Go get a bed ready for me.

I'll be going to Vittel very soon.

Yes.

Vittel is near the front-lines.

Only the Second Bureau
can issue a permit to go there.

Then I will get a permit.

Tomorrow you will want
to be even more alive.

Can you serve the dinner in an hour?

- Sure.
- Thank you.

"...survivors sent to Vittel...
Captain Vladimir Maslov"

Now that your soldier has
finally left we can have breakfast?

I'm in a hurry.

Where to?

To Vittel.

Did you forget?

Ah.

To visit your darling
Vladimir at the hospital.

That can be my excuse
to get close to the front.

Wouldn't Cologne be happy?

To receive information from
the French army positions?

An excuse.

Well, yes, of course.

If I care so much for Vladimir...

why would I invite
another man into my bed?

And speaking of Salvat

I wonder...

if he had brought this with him...

would you have him dead?

I would.

And...

you'd k*ll me too.

Right?

If I had to.

I suppose I would.

Good afternoon.

A very good friend of
mine, and a Russian

officer, is in
hospital in Vittel.

I'd like to visit him.

You need to make an appointment

with the office at the Second Bureau.

Umm, the gentlemen there will help you.

Thank you.

Captain Ladoux, please.

Good afternoon, Captain.

Monsieur Wernher?

So you remember me, Ma'am?

I'd prefer not to.

But I think you do.

I happen to remember
who tried to k*ll me.

So.

You go by Georges Ladoux, no?

I always have.

Georges Ladoux.

Oh, well.

Let's talk, then.

Who gave you permission to sit down?

Your lovely manners
state, Monsieur.

Please, sit away from my desk.

Let's see what you have.

Oh! Is that a search? Really?

Gentlemen, be careful.

I have very good connections.

Should they hear that the Second Bureau

is harassing me?

Despite...

that I'm...

proving my...

devotion to France?

Mmm?

Find anything yet?

Perhaps, if you'd prefer to search me.

Hm?

Please.

Don't be shy.

What are you waiting for?

Go ahead, please.

Hm?

After all, what am I?

A woman?

Dancing naked on stage?

A wh*re?

And a spy, obviously.

Enough.

This is not what you came for.

You want to go to Vittel

to visit your wounded
Russian lover, Captain...

Vladimir Maslov.

Correct.

My lover.

And future husband.

If you say.

But your future husband is injured.

Do you know it might be dangerous?

Visit him in a hospital...

which is right next to the front-line?

I'm aware of that, Monsieur.

I heard that he was gassed.

Do you know anything
about the circumstances?

I only know what the papers say.

The Germans knew about the attack.

So they could set a
trap for the Russians.

If it's true, it is terrible.

You're acquainted with
many German officers.

Some of them high in
the chain of command.

Of course I do.

But to be absolutely honest with you

I don't even know
which position they hold.

Or...

or who is even still alive.

Colonel Nikolai...

for example.

Or Lieutenant Shragmuller.

Who?

Nikolai.

Nikolai?

Sounds familiar.

But Shragm-

Muller? Shragmuller.

No.

Never heard of him.

Of her.

She is a woman.

She's a lieutenant, and a physician.

Sometimes they call her Frau Doktor.

I need to know where she is.

And I want the names
of all German officers

whom you are familiar with.

- So you can blackmail them?
- Uhuh.

So you want me to become
your agent, don't you?

Mm.

I'm ready.

But in exchange...

I want to have
permission to go to Vittel

and a protection.

Protection from whom?

- From the enemies, of course.
- Mm.

That means you agree...

to work for the Second Bureau?

What do I have to do?

Huh. Matine?

A permit form.

Are you sure, sir?

It needs to say that she
has freedom of travel.

I want her to have
permission to go to Vittel.

To visit the hospital.

Why are we doing this?

We could have forced her to talk.

Because Chavez had to do it legally.

I got a list...

of Mata Hari's contacts.

It's in her own handwriting.

And she's agreed...

to work for us.

Mata Hari is our agent now.

But if she makes
one move I don't like...

I will send this paper to the Germans.

And they will sell her out themselves.

And they will either k*ll her...

or I can k*ll Mata Hari...

myself.

Legally.