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to my hotel without saying a word,

and then this morning, you call

to invite me for dinner.

Tell me.

I'm so pleased to see you again,

Mademoiselle.

Allow me to introduce.

Frulein Doctor Elsbeth Schragmuller,

Herr Wolff.

Mademoiselle Mata Hari.

Please, everyone, do sit down.

Such a dramatic arrival in Berlin!

I have often heard

the sexual orgasm referred to

by Dr. Freud as "the little death, "

but I assume it was not your idea

to take it so literally.

- You are a doctor?

- Of psychology,

the science of the human mind.

Frulein Doctor is a consultant

to the German intelligence service.

Despite his undeniable intellect,

Captain von Bayerling here

believes that the intelligence service

should limit itself

to collect information

on troop movements,

or the rate of fire

of some little machine gun.

That is not what I said.

You see, Captain von Bayerling

is our French specialist,

and the French, needless to say,

would do most anything

to hinder his effectiveness.

That is why they sent you to Berlin.

Sent me? That's ridiculous.

I'm here to perform

at the Metropole Theater.

Of course. But you were manipulated.

It was the French, namely,

Captain Ladoux of le Deuxime Bureau

who not only added Berlin to your tour,

but arranged for the assassination

of our poor unfortunate agent on the train.

Why?

Positioning, an opening gambit.

It no longer matters.

But when Captain von Bayerling

reported his suspicion

that you had been set out

as a lure to him,

we resolved to turn the situation

to our advantage.

That's why I sent Captain von Bayerling

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.

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