Synopsis: The Austrian Secret Service sends its most seductive agent to spy on the Russians.
Genre: Drama, Romance, War
Director(s): Josef von Sternberg
Production: Paramount Pictures
  1 win.
Rotten Tomatoes:
91 min

I thought I smelled gas.

That's three this year.

They haven't even the decency

to leave enough for the gas bill.

I wonder why she did it.

She seemed so full of fun.

- They all end up that way.

- No, they don't.

- You're going to go the same way.

- No, I'm not. I'm not afraid of life.

Although I am not afraid of death, either.

Come on. Move on, move on. Come on.

- Good evening.

- Hello.

Shall we go somewhere?

Away from this unpleasant house?

It's not always so unpleasant. I live here.

- May I come in?

- Naturally.


(# Plays lvanovici: Donauwellen,

a jaunty waltz)

- Shall I drop in another coin?

- Do I sound like a Pianola?


I suppose you are a great musician?

No, but I do know something about music.

Your sweetheart?

I have done enough talking for tonight.

Would you like to make some easy money?

Is there any such thing?

I heard you say

that you are not afraid of life or of death.

Now, I have connections,

secret, with a certain government.

I need a woman

who knows how to deal with men.

- It's against Austria, of course.

- Of course.

I'd like to get some wine.

I suppose I ought to pay for it.



(Piano keys clang)

- You're under arrest.

- What for?

Never mind what for. We know

how to take care of spies. Come on.

Austria may not care what happens to you,

but you certainly do care

what happens to Austria. Hm.

- Shall we go?

- Come on, let's go.

(# Plays Donauwellen fiercely)

Let go!

Beg your pardon, sir.

Give her this.

Tell her to see me tomorrow at ten.

Yes, sir.

(# Donauwellen continues)

- Good night.

- Good night, sir.

Come in.

Name, please?

I'd prefer not to give my name.

As you like.

- Quite a walk, isn't it?

- I don't mind walking.

I must tell you. I could walk with you forever.

Don't smoke in here, Lieutenant.

I'm sorry, sir.

I took a lot of trouble last night, after I left,

to obtain some information about you. Ha!

It took me hours to get dry.

You are the widow of Captain

Ferdinand Kolverer, who died last year.

My husband was killed in action.

As you may have guessed by now,

I am in charge...

of the Secret Service of lmperial Austria.

There are times when a man's brain cannot

accomplish as much as a woman's charm.

As you demonstrated last night. Ha!

You completely fooled me.

Had me arrested!

You are a clever woman,

and a very loyal one.

We lost 40,000 men here, two days ago.

(# Marching band playing outside)

And here, 18,000.

Come here.

Look at those men marching.

Marching into the jaws of death.

Unless I can uncover a certain system

of communication with the enemy.

So you wish me to become a spy.

You dislike the word "spy"?

Perhaps I have no right

to object to any word.

You haven't. Sit down.

In return for your services,

I shall provide you with a magnificent home,

servants, all the money you may need.

What appeals to me

is the chance to serve my country.

It is now my duty to point out to you

that the profession of a spy

is the most ignoble calling on earth.

Lower than anything

you may have ever experienced.

And it is dangerous, of course.

I've had an inglorious life.

It may become my good fortune

to have a glorious death.

Bring the Hindau file.

This is Colonel von Hindau.

Attached to a chief of staff of our own army.

I have reason to believe that he is a traitor.

But I have been unable to prove it.

He knows every operator in my department.


But he doesn't know you... yet!

This is your first assignment.

I am sending you the widow of Captain

Kolverer, who will enter the service as X-27.

She will receive instructions from me.

Yes. Correct.

(# Orchestra playing Strauss' Blue Danube)


(Plays long trilling note)


- May I have this dance?

- May I?

(Plays long squeaky note)

(Both play squeaky notes)


(Bell chiming, music stops)

(# Orchestra plays Deutschland ber Alles)

I suppose you are too exhausted

playing with balloons to stand up.

Certainly I'll stand up,

if you'll hand me my crutches.

I beg your pardon.

Here you are. I might have known you'd

be with the prettiest woman in the place.

- I'd forgotten all about you.

- Get rid of her. Sit down.

Not tonight. I've made other plans.

- Haven't we?

- Not too loud.

(Plays squeaky note)

(# Orchestra playing jaunty music)

Well, I don't blame you.

I wish I were in your boots.

Drop me off on your way home.

Shall we?

Hey up!

(Squeaky notes)

You have extraordinary luck with women,


I can't complain.

- Can I?

- You shouldn't, tonight. Should he?

Not unless I take you away from him.


Hands off.

Don't get excited, Colonel.

Have a cigarette.

Cigarette or no cigarette,

you keep your hands off.

Do you want me to?

I don't know.

Let me first see your face without the mask.

One face at a time.

Lucky for you both I'm getting out here.

Good night.

- Good night.

- Good night.

Fritz, bring the champagne.

Yes, sir.

Will you take off your cape?

Not yet.

(Laughs) Well, take your time.

(# Plays solemn melody)

Take off my glove.

What a soft hand!

(Piano keys clang)

(Coughs) You are wanted

on the telephone, sir. I am sorry, sir.

It's the head of the Secret Service.

He insists on speaking to you, sir.

Will you excuse me a moment?

Don't stay away too long.

- Hello?

- Hindau? I hope I didn't disturb you.

No. What's wrong?

You know I have been working on

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