>> i don't want to talk about my criminal records. >> and with that, manny ramirez is back from suspension. already good, how much better will the dodgers become? at wimbledon, roger federer is now only one victory away from history -- standing in his way, america's best chance since pete sampras. >> tiger, tiger, tiger. tiger woods is hosting his own tournament in d.c., this week. so far, the world's number one is making it look awfully easy at a difficult track. and it was a busy friday for hedo turkoglu. after passing on portland, how did he end up in toronto? we'll tell you, right now.

captioning by captionmax ♪ >> welcome to espnews. keeping you current with the latest breaking news, scores and highlights, along with jonathan coachman, i'm michele lafountain. our top story -- he's back. >> that he is, michele, the anticipation has been growing for well over a week after a 50-game suspension and a mini-tour of the minor leagues, manny ramirez returned to the dodgers friday night. but before he did, ramirez addressed his teammates, management, and fans. >> i don't want to get into my medical records right now. i'm happy to be here. i miss the game. i'm ready to play. i was practicing in triple-a, and i can't wait to get into the field. i want to say, i'm sorry to the

fans, to my teammates, that they are always there for me. i want to thank frank mccourt for his support. my friend texted me, "big day tomorrow, showtime," so i told him, "hey, i'll be ready." i not having been playing in two months, but still got it on me, so bring it on." >> manny batting third, starting in left field. introduced to the crowd at petco park. >> batting third, number 99, left fielder manny ramirez. >> a mix of boos and cheers. top of the first. first time up, a walk, and that would set up a five-run first inning for the dodgers. top of the second, manny grounds out to second. that play ends the inning. next at-bat for manny, top of the fourth, a 6-0 ballgame now, he will bounce out to shortstop.

manny 0-2 with a walk in the ninth thus far. top sixth now. manny up with a runner on second. this time he will pop out to second. his night would end. juan pierre comes in for defensive purposes. ramirez 0-3 with a walk in his first game back from his 50-game suspension. >> this night all about manny ramirez. how did you feel? >> i was kind of nervous, not having played in two months but i didn't put a lot of things on my mind. i know it was going to be crazy, but thanks to the fans from l.a., they made it so easy for me to go and play. >> how did it feel in the >> i thought he was ok. the first-inning walk was

amazing when you consider a 2-2 count and he worked a walk, i would be a little jumpy if i were him. >> that's what it's all about, go and have fun and what happened in the past, leave it in the past and have fun. >> finished 0-3 with a walk before being pulled in the sixth inning for juan pierre. eric young, how did you feel about the return of manny? >> with all the hoopla surrounding manny's return to the los angeles dodgers, you expected fireworks to happen. however, you saw a manny ramirez that was a little rusty from the layoff. he was very patient in the first at-bat. however, he became in-- he became impatient and started swinging at balls out of the zone. we know his timing is off, it will take a few days, maybe a week, but with the addition of manny back the los angeles dodgers look like a stronger

team and it will reflect on the players surrounding manny ramirez. >> a marathon game, twins and tigers. top of the 14th, tied at 7-7. placido polanco up the middle with two outs. gerald laird comes in to score. tigers take an 8-7 lead. they led 6-0 and 7-1 in this game am. bottom of the 14th. michael cuddyer off the glove of brandon inge. joe mauer will score. ties the game at 8-8. twins unable to score again. we go to the top of the 16th. that polanco guy again, through the drawn-in infield. the tigers would score three in the top of the 16th and hold on to win 11-9. delmon young 3-6 with a home run in a losing cause. also, starting pitcher kevin slowey's put on the d.l., he f just the seventh time in their last 25 games. >> have you ever felt the weight of a nation on your shoulders? andy murray's answer is yes.

this friday, murray stepped onto centre court with the mission of becoming the first british man to reach the wimbledon final in 71 years. never mind that no home-grown player has been crowned champion at the london grand slam since 1936. thousands of fans there to root for never mind that no home-grown player has been crowned champion at the london grand slam since 1936. thousands of fans there to root for murray and against the american in front of him, andy roddick. both players coming out to centre court. this is what roddick had to say about dealing with the crowds. >> i'm just going to pretend when they say, "come on, andy" that they mean me. >> all right. let's go to the second set. roddick up a set. serving in the near court. after a short rally, roddick approaches the net with a dropshot -- the great passing forehand. he gets the break. goes up 1-0 in the set. murray up set point, strong serve. roddick can't handle it. he evens the match at 1-1. third set. 2-1 roddick. he has a break point, and murray's shot is long. roddick with the break.

up 3-1 now. they weren't chanting "go andy" they were saying "go murray" for the most part but there were roddick fans there. here he was diving. cannot come up with the point. later in the game in the third set, long with the return, murray with the huge break to pull within 5-4. he's fired up. the set would go to a tiebreaker and set point for roddick -- the american, the approach on the backhand, murray's return finds the net, roddick up two sets to one. he's been in the final before, twice -- 2004 and 2005. lost twice to roger federer. there, murray taking a swing at the grass with his racket. match point for andy roddick. now, in the far court, murray on the run, and murray's shot would find the net. eliminated. britain's last hope in this tournament. roddick wins in four sets. he's in the final again. >> in recent years, it's -- i

think overall, it's certainly up there, playing a player of his rank, his caliber, and in kind of his atmosphere, and he's certainly in form going into the match, and you know, i had to play my best tennis to win. >> i played well. you look at the stats, i've hit more winners, less unforced errors and more aces. i'm sure the points that we won were very, very similar. it just came down to a few points here and there on his serve, and he served really, really well. >> other semifinal, roger federer looking to pass pete sampras for all-time grand slam wins with 15. federer looking to be the first man to advance to a seventh straight wimbledon final since 1922 facing germany's tommy haas. federer won the first set 7-6, haas serving down 5-6 and the fed express with the impressive winner to set up a break point for the set.

next point, five-time champion at wimbledon, this is why. haas missing long, shaking his head. federer would take the second set 7-5. go to the third. federer serving at 2-2, and haas scrambling to the net. hits the dropshot. watch as he puts his arm up subtly tries to distract federer and federer misses the easy shot. both players shared a laugh after the point. haas raising his arms right in front of federer. what a tactic. but it didn't last long after a double fault from haas, break point for federer and the man from germany sends his return into the net. federer serving for the match, next game, 40-0, federer match point, and that was it. lopsided win for federer. he's in the final again as well.

>> i was really happy the way i played today. i came up with some good stuff when i had to, and it was a tough match, because tommy was playing well. i'm very proud of all the records i have achieved, because i never thought i would be that successful as a kid, you know, i would have been happy winning a couple tournaments and maybe collecting wimbledon and sort of achieving the dream scenario, but not really all those records, but it's quite staggering now, having reached, again, i think it's my sixed -- sixth straight grand slam final i've achieved as well, and having so many things going for me again, and opportunity, again tomorrow -- on sunday, it's fantastic. >> with his victory over tommy haas, roger federer becomes the first man in tennis history to reach 20 grand slam finals. breaking a tie with ivan lendl for the all-time record. if he wins wimbledon, federer

can also break a tie with pete sampras for the most grand slam titles ever since the world number two laid claim to his first roland garros title last month, they are tied with 14 majors apiece. >> all right, michele, still to come on the diamond in boston, we'll tell you what record of roger clemens tim wakefield put to bed. >> plus, rafael palmeiro, once suspended for steroid use, and a-rod, chasing rafi on the all-time homer list, got a little closer. >> nba free agency in full go, will the lakers be looking for a new coach? hedo turkoglu going north of the border. got those stories coming up. >> tiger woods wants to be the host with the least -- amount of shots, that is. on friday, he sent a warning to others ahead of independence weekend. independence there are moments in life worth savoring. friends worth savoring. and a beer worth savoring. ♪

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>> free agent forward hedo turkoglu changed his mind friday, decided not to join the trail blazers, instead accepted an offer from the raptors according to espn.com sources which say the deal is five years $50 million. nothing condition signed until july -- five years, $53 million. ric bucher, why trent? >> maybe most people can't make a distinction between portland, oregon and toronto, canada but hedo turkoglu can and that's why he accepted the deal with the raptors. it wasn't money. the difference was two million at the most. the big difference was lifestyle -- a cosmopolitan city, huge turkish city, closer to his native turkey and a city his wife likes, those are all things

that toronto had going for it, those are all things that portland ultimately couldn't overcome. >> in other nba news, phil jackson announced that he will return to coach the nba champion lakers next season. pistons president joe dumars is scheduled to have his first face to face meeting with avery johnson regarding the pistons coaching opening on sunday and allen iverson through representatives told the grizzlies he would like to play in memphis, according to an nba source. on to bethesda, tiger woods' at&t national tournament, round two, on thursday anthony kim set a course record with a 62, on friday kim's 20-foot par putt rims out, bogey would send him back a stroke. more bad luck for kim, defending champ rims this one out too. he shot an even par on the day, minus eight on the tournament, two shots behind new leader, tiger woods -- he started the day two shots behind kim.

he shot on the par 3 13th and drops it on the green and five feet of the hole, he would birdie that one. now at the 15th. he drills it from the fringe. to pin-high. woods four under on the day, 10 under on the tournament. davis love iii, 13th hole, 42-foot putt and he gets the birdie, moving to five under. three under on the day, he's four under on the tournament, jim furyk, 14th hole, chipping to be inspired by melodies from java and india and there was a preef introduction and in the this performance began, mata hari entered the spot lighted in an elaborate gold headdress, and a metallic beaded bra. a set of diaphanous length of

cloth wrapped around her shoulders, torso and waist and others hung to the floor and war large, dangling earrings, necklace, bracelets of exotic design and armlets that collapsed around her upper arms and feet were bare and flimsy garments did little to conceal her naked body and dances her emotional, voluptuous, erotic and novel and the symbolism was obvious enough for the public to understand, subtle enough to support her claim that these were ancient sacred dances of the orient. above all, she was a consummate and captivating performer. between dances she'd give an explanation in four damages. or possibly five, explaining what she was doing and keeping here from being arrested for

indecent exposure, my dances a sacred hum in which each movement is a word and whose every word is underlined by music than semple in which i dance can be vague or faithfully produced as here today for i am the temple. all true temple dances are religious in nature and explain ingest tours and poses the rules of the sacred texts and one must translate the three stages which correspond to the divine at tributes of brahma, and sheave va, creation, fecundity and destruction, and that is what i am dancing and what my dance is about. this went over, with the audience, phenomenally, successful, i am not going to read many but i will read you part of one of the first reviews she got, because, we don't see reviews like this of

performances of any kind, any more. people were entranced, in love, overwhelmed and of course, there was always that safety, these were religious temple dances and if you thought they were dirty that was in your mind. one of the reviews, she does not perform only with her feet, her eyes, her arms, her mouth, her red lips. mata hari dances with her muscles, with her entire body, thus, surpassing order nar methods. -- ordinary methods, the mark of a god, the sharp sword in her fist, between her teeth, she coils around her waist a belt, throws around her hips, transparent material, marked with the emblem of divine bird. and this time, she penetrates alone into the sanctuary goes to em explore the god of the stars to deliver an unfaithful lover

and cries for vengeance and asks, how to grasp the traitor, and slowly, skillfully, she poisons the blades and watches like a spy and penetrates her victim and the purple belt unrows, slowly, imitating the flow blood. the -- flowing blood and the weapon trembles until the hand of the priest plunges it in to the heart of the lover and she brandishes her victorious blade. that is a review, to be admired and she continued, for years, to be one of the most sought after, highly paid dancers in europe. she danced in all of the capitals of europe, many of them several times over and had parts in opera that were suited to her dances and personality and commended enormous fees, and in addition to dancing as always, she had gentle -- gentleman

friends. even when one gentleman would set her up in a country house in france with horses and stables and beautiful furniture, it was not a guarantee of exclusive access, it was the era when men had mistresses that were flaunted and certainly rich men always had mistresses who were flaunted and she was and men all over europe were more than delighted to spend what time with her they could. she was, for example, kept for a while by a german, alfred keephert, who, when his family forced him to give her up, through legal action, gave her a parting gift of what would now be $220,000. so, this was a lady who lived

high. and, spent every dime she ever got. a later lover actually squandered most of her $220,000 gift from him, but, that was part of the game. there was always more money and always another gentleman. in 1914 she had been at the top of the theater stage in europe, for almost ten years. there were many other people who suddenly began doing or gentle dances, in imitation of her. she was scathing of them. there was what was regarded as the battle of the tights, in germany, between -- i'm sorry. in vienna, between her, isidore ra duncan and maude allen who did dances reminiscent of mata hari's and she was declared the hands down winner of the battle of the tights. in 1914, she was in berlin,

keeping company with various lovers and awaiting a stage engagement. there she began to feel more acutely the change that was coming over europe. the golden era of art, science and culture in france that began around 1890 and lasted until the beginning of the first world war, was an era of lavish spending and open luxury. in 1914, a darker, more puritanical mood was sweeping across europe, and the days of exuberant living were drawing to a close. when she told keephert, her old lover, of her upcoming engagement at the metropolitan he remarked, crypticcally, you will be there before i am and so will i, something great was happening that would transform the world in a process that would be anything but pleasant and late july, shortly before the invasion of serbia by the

austrians, mata hari was dining in a room reserved for wealthy men in a fashionable restaurant with one of her lovers, the chief of police. and, she talked of this evening later. we heard the noise of great disturbance, the demonstration was certainly spontaneous and she would not have had any warning and took me in his car to the place where it was held and saw a mob haves giving way to frenetic demonstration in front of the emperor's palace and shouting, deutsche land uber ala s, germany over all and several days later war was declared and the police started treating foreigners like animals at that time and several times i was stopped in the treat and transported to the station because they were absolutely convinced i was russian. she was anxious to return to paris and her lovely house, lest it and her possessions be seized. she was not a french citizen.

she attempted to break her contracted at the theater, arguing that war was an act of god. her costumeer who had not been paid seized her furs and jewelry and refused to hand them over without payment and her german agent held onto her money and bank froze her accounts as she was a long time resident of france and germany, at a time when the war was with france. on august 6th, with hardly any money, she boarded a train for switzerland and the german guards would not let her pass the border without a passport certifying her neutral dutch citizenship especially as she a mistake of telling them she was headed to france, germany's enemy and was put off the train without her extensive luggage. she had to return to berlin now to -- deprived of money and a change of clothes and called the chief of police but he couldn't risk being seen to help a foreigner and suspicion of foreigners and open hostility toward them was growing daily as patriotic fervor reached a

jingoistic frenzy. friendless and short on cash, mata hari fell back on her greatest talent. before many days had passed she charmed a dutch businessman who listened to her tale of unfair treatment and worry, and she would not have anything left after settling her hotel bill, she told him. she agreed to pay her fare back to amsterdam, and he left berlin immediately and bought a ticket to use a few days later, after she traveled to frankfurt to obtain a dutch passport. in hand-written ink the passport correctly gave her age as 38. which you may think is a little old for a dancer who dances without many clothes on. someone at some point probably mata hari herself wrote over the 8 with a zero. to produce a more flattering age of 30. the change was made without changing her date of birth, so that anyone could calculate her true age if they fathered and she was described as 5'11" with

a big nose, brown eyes and blond hair. a blond mata hari is difficult to imagine. if she was bleached blond it was purely temporary. a remarkable anecdote suggests what was needed at the time of her leaving berlin was the attention of a skilled hair dresser to conceal her age. mata hari eventually took the train from berlin to amsterdam, after descending from the train there, she unexpectedly saw a familiar face, it was her former hair dresser from paris. in uniform. and she had made a good career in paris out of a skrt technique for putting henna in women's hair and astonished and delighted to see him she called out across the crowded platform, maurice! you must immediately do my hair! and asked him to come to the hotel victoria and added, and i did not even know you were an officer in your own land! he was actually belgian.

and van stein must have cringed at the attention, mere weeks before he enlisted to fight this germans and then that's germans invaded belgium in august of 1914, he had fled across the border into holland as a military refugee. and had been interned in you a camp which he found he distasteful that he decided to break out, and had stolen an officer's uniform and escaped and an act he himself described as reckless youthfulness reasoning people in neutral countries would be less likely to question an officer than they would a simple enlisted man. his plan worked remarkably well until to his in expressible stupid faction, he was held by mata hari in amsterdam and drawing attention to himself was the last thing he wanted to do, but mata hari drew attention wherever she went, whatever she did. he took her aside and explained his situation to her. while she listened carefully, when he wrote about his

experiences many years later, he expressed the opinion that she had used her connections to prevent a serious search being made for him and thus had saved his life. after settling at the hotel, mata hari again made contact with the generous businessman who paid her train fare to amsterdam. when she met his wife, mata hari assured her that her husband's behind gesture was not based on a sexual relationship, asked by the curious wife why she hadn't attempted to see dues him, she replied frankly because i had only one charmise left, and really i didn't feel clean enough. she was promiscuous but had her standards. and i think that tells you a little bit about her sense of humor which was superb. she was perfectly capable of laughing at herself, and her situation, and she was utterly unem berried about being the mistress of many men.

as the war went on, she had the fortune or misfortune to fall in love with a young russian officer. there was a small number of russians who volunteered to fight for france, and her lover, was a captain, one of the commanding officers of the samuel group of russians and they were almost without exception sent into the worst fighting on the western front, and took the brunt of it over and over and over and the casualties were horrendous and it wasn't even their country that was in danger. but she fell so deeply in love with him she decided after he went back to his base that she had to go visit him, and the way she settled bonn doing this was to go to a spa, resort town. the problem with this was, you had to have a special permit to

go there because it was so close to the front. and, she was a foreigner. and it was war time. she did manage to get this, but, at an interesting cost. talking about her relationship with vadim, she referred to him as the only man i ever loved and said he had been gravely injured by the asphyxiating gas and lost the vision in his left eye and was in danger of going blind and one night he said to me, if this terrible thing comes to pass, what will you do? i will nef leave you, i responded to him, and i would be to you always the same woman. would you marry me, me asked me, i responded affirmatively, in the i began to reflect. hear is my life. well laid out. i said, to myself, i must ask captain la deux for enough money

i will never to have ha deceive him with other men and will let go of the marquis and let go of the colonel baron and go to belgium to do what the captain asks and reclaim my furniture and precious objects in holland, i will go to paris and live in the apartment i have rented, captain la dew will pay me and i'll marry my lover and i'll be this happiest woman in the world and she was finally actually thinking of settling down and you say, who is this captain la deux and this is where the spider's web truly begins, the captain was the head of the cia equivalent of the time in france. when she went to apply for her permit, to go to visit her wounded lover, she was routinely turned down and she'd simply go to another office and apply at the other office. and she was very used to getting her own way, particularly when gentleman were involved.

she was finally advised to go to an office, that also housed the cia-type bureau as well as the bureau of foreigners and when -- they had a waiting system and when she was called, to go into the office, they did not take her. to the office. where she would apply for her permit, they took her to la deux's office and he recruited her to spy for france. the first thing she said was, that he would give her the permit to go to vital if she'd even consider it. she greeagreed on limited termst said, expressed rz vacations about embarking on espionage. -- reservations about embarking on espionage which was then not glamorous, not well developed and a very dirty sort of

occupation. la deux describes her situation when she comes back and has been with vadim again and has been proposed to and realizes he is blind end one eye and may be blind in both eyes and is going quite likely to be crippled for life, she has an inkling that his aristocratic family are the not going to welcome his marrying an older woman with a reputation such as hers. and la deux writes of her returning to him and says, she had been the most docile and calm of sick persons, in the spa town, and had never even seemed to notice the presence in her hotel of a special valet for the occasion. nor the attentions of a handsome lieutenant aviator who had never flown. it was in the mood that she found me when he returned to see she as he promised two days after returning to paris. she wore the same costume but her beautiful face seemed to me, more pale and drawn.

i made a discrete remark asking if the slightly rough treatment of the cure at the spa had not made her too tired. it's not the stream, she responded. i am ner vated and wish to see my lover again. you love him as much as that. >> he is perhaps the only love of my life. then you must marry him. he wants nothing of me but myself. however, he is from an aristocratic family and his father, the admiral, forbids this mismatch. a sigh and a long silence, ahh, if only i had money. we shall see about that, i thought. now, i would like to know something. how much do you need? you could not pay so much. a million. and he is quite appalled at her asking for a million francs for an espionage mission that has not even been spelled out. he asks her, to penetrate german

military headquarters and learn secrets and come back. but he provides her with no clear mission. with no money, and with no means of communicating with him and you have to sort of step back from this for a moment and say, well, okay, espionage was not well developed but this is a very strange task. and, she is recognized everywhere, think about, you know, this is marilyn monroe, madonna, this is whoever you want to name, who is known all over europe. and she is supposed to go, sdpus germans which would not be at all difficult for her and learn military secrets and, you know, sneak around, maybe steal documents and nobody is going to notice? everybody notices her. everywhere she goes. it is absolutely absurd. and yet, she agrees, and he agrees, and she simply says,

when i come back, with the great secret, i want my million. now, three days later, being a practical woman, she realizes that she made an error in her calculations, and she writes him a letter, noll in code, and sends it through the regular mail, and asking him for money to refurbish her wardrobe since she cannot seduce the german crown prince or you know, the head of the army, with an old wardrobe, i mean, how could i woman do this! and he refuses to... refuses the money. the whole thing really does take on an absurd notion. she sets off to attempt to follow his directions, the ship she is taking stops in england on the way, as one of its ports of call, and she is arrested in england, being mistaken for another lady, who was a darkhaired dancer, who was said to be a german spy.

and she is questioned at scotland yard and by mi-5 for a number of days. what she does after attempting to clear up the -- that, no, she is not this other woman and to show them her passport and other documents and credentials, she gives them a number of references with whom they might check. one of whom is her lover in the netherlands, and another of whom is in the intelligence service in france, and another of whom in the war department in france. and one of whom is captain la deux and they telegraph the captain, who says, basically, free translation, never heard of the woman. have no idea who she. >> guest: she is certainly not one of my agents. and, then he says, which is fascinating, she's a dutch citizen, she's in england and he says, don't let her go to

holland. send her back to france -- back to spain, the previous stop, on the ship. now, how... somebody from france can tell the english government who has arrested her that they may not allow her to return to her country of nationality is again, one of those very, very bizarre twists here. this that -- that is what they do and manages to become the lover of a german intelligence officer in spain. and, discovers interesting information which she is totally unable to communicate back to la deux and sends him letters about it, again not coded, and through the open mail and he nef answers and wants her million francs and it deteriorates, and eventually she goes back to france, you know, saying, okay. you know, here are your secrets, pay up.

her secrets are exceedingly vague and the only one of importance which truly is of importance, is that the germans know the french have broken one of their codes. and so they have stopped using this code in their communications. but, very shortly it becomes extremely important that this is known to be a broken code. she goes back and tries to meet with la deux and sits in his office, and he will not see her. i mean, you know, the who'll thing again, is completely absurd and finally, she catches up with him, and she tells him this information, and he says, that is -- that is not important and you know, as for the other information, you have about some submarine landing, where is it, when is it, how many men and she doesn't know those things and it's not easy to get people to tell you those things and there probably never was a submarine landing, it is disinformation she was being given to take back

to him. but what la deux does from the moment she comes back onto french soil is assigns to beat cops to follow her. this is where it becomes a farce. here are these two ordinary beat cops following around this woman, dressed to the nines, going to the best hotels and the best restaurants and milners and the glove makers and boot makers and the best restaurants and the theatre, and they are following her, pretty much 24/7. all in all, they do this forrics months and listen in on phone calls and in september her mail and read her telegrams and they interview everyone from her manicurist to the waiter who served her dinner and they can find nothing on her. that suggests she is spying for germany. because la deux's argument is now, he knew she was a german

spy and recruited her to spy for france to entrap her. which is, you know, a very convoluted kind of argument. and they follow her for six months and there is no evidence. they can't find anything that she passed and can't find anything she passed to her german lover when she was in madrid. and, she was sending letters about their conversations and everything else. astonishingly, early in 1917, she is arrested, in a very fine hotel, in february, at breakfast time. and they seize everything in her hotel, and begin a massive interrogation and investigation. not only do they have this six months of tailing her everywhere and finding out who she was with at every moment, with the exception of a few times when she sees somebody high in the french government for dinner and the evening and then, somehow,

the two cops lose her. i mean, it is clear they know perfectly well who she is with and she meets lieutenant x and it is written as lieutenant x but they can't name him because he is too high up and we lost them. don't know where they went. or the minister of war and somehow, he picked her up and we couldn't follow them. she's arrested interrogated and quite deliberately thrown into the worst nastiest prison in france, an old building back to the french revolution or earlier, it is unheated, it is full of rats and vermin and is poorly lit, she has -- if she is lucky, a bowl of cold water to bathe in daily. she is not allowed any of her

clothing and not allowed any of her money, and she is not allowed any of her medicines which she is still taking for syphilis, which they know she has, and she is isolated. they do not notify her government, nobody thinks to send -- well, they think not to send a message to the dutch government, saying, by the way, we have arrested one of your citizens for espionage. they will not allow her to communicate with anyone except her lawyer and will not often let her communicate with her lawyer. early on, she still thinks she is going to be let go, this is all a silly mistake and writes a letter that is absolute fabulous. that i will read to you, now. what is so wonderful about this letter, to my mind, is that you have to -- you have to think of this woman, living under horrible conditions, addressing

this letter to her interrogator, who is this man who controls her whole life, and she says: i must again ask for my provisional liberty, from the military government of paris. i beg you, please help me to obtain it. you see that neither my trunks nor my letters contain anything improper and never, never have i done the slightest thing like espionage against you. i suffer too much. until i am freed i beg you, for the following: one, my couturier, madame chartier as a cloak of white clock and black fox and i have 25 to 30 francs to pay for her and could you get the garment and pay her 50 franks, 2, the chamber maid, of the first floor of the palace hotel, must have received my lingerie back from the lawn dress, there are five or six francs to pay, would you please look for this? 3: would you ask the agents who searched my room, what they have done with my toilet articles and

my gold earrings, the large portuguese ringsz found in the drawer of the right of my dressing table. 4: madam milner, for my bow with white plume, 15 francs yet to pay, would you like to arrange all of this? i would be so grateful and there is something else, close to my heart, the permission to go see my fiancee, captain de maz lof, i cannot find words to ask you for more, i never, never have done anything bad towards you, give me my freedom. now, you think, i mean, this is you know, ludicrous, he does it. he actually sends a police inspector to do these errands and pay her bills. now you get an idea -- you begin to see how this woman arranged her whole life. men did everything for her. even pate entally absurd things like this. crazy things. ridiculous things. they did it and they were happy to do it.

and, what can i say? you know, that you went away happy, almost all the men she was ever with went away very happy. as time goes on, she really begins having a nervous break down in prison. and she is described as crying all the time, extremely nervous, she begins coughing and spitting up blood, which means she probably contracted tuburculosis from somebody. her syphilis was not being well treated. although there wasn't much one could do. she writes at one point, just to give you a sense of, you know, where she is and what it was like, the breast changed the horrible food and the lack of cleanliness are the cause of the blemishes on my body, that is a lie, it is -- she's having syphilis lesions, i grow more and more unhappy. i cannot stand this life. i would rather hang myself from the bars on my window than to live like this.

i beg you, please speak to the investigating magistrate and tell him that he cannot degrade a woman used to cleanliness and care from one day to the next until she lives in dirty misery. where will it end in does he wish to kill me? must he kill me? or give me my liberty? one day it will be too late and there will be nothing left to do. it is horrible, horrible, if you could see how i am forced to live here, it is shameful, shameful, have pity on me, i beseech you. and she really is losing it badly. now, i would like to just read you a little bit, i see i'll taking much longer than i thought i would but i hop you are spellbound and read you a little bit about the end of her life. the crowd of men woke her in the darkness just before 5:00 a.m her hated interrogator, was there, along with the prison director, and the prison doctor,

and the captain, the chief of military staff in paris and her attorney. the prison pastor was waiting for them, with captain thibault the chief military recorder of the third council of war and it was the third council of war military tribunal that convicted her. her time had come. she may have been fuzzy-headed from the color hydrate, he slipped into her drinking water the night before. she realized that he had known what would happen on this morning even if she had not and understood why the doctor and sister had asked her to dance a little for them, the night before. there were no nuns who looked after her. they had wanted to see mata hari. the true mata hari, once, before she died. she had shown them as best she could, show her long wrenched months in the prison had told en most of her grace and loveliness and the last appeals and her request for pardons failed,

there was no other reason they would awake en her in the dark hours of the cold and foggy morning and she was to be shot at dawn, the nuns hovered in the background as she heard the dretdful news. she had perhaps already decided to die, as she had lived with flair and courage. she had nothing left but pride and dignity. she would die, as mata hari. the men except for one dressed slowly and carefully for this, her last performance and wanted to look her best. but had no extensive wardrobe to choose from, only what her captors allowed her and asked permission to wear accor set which was given. and most accounts say, she also donned the only decent clothes she was allowed, the ones she wore to her trial, stockings, a low cut blouse that showed off her beautiful shoulders under a two bees dove grey costume and faxable angle boots and a story from the little parisian, which would have appeared on october

16th, 1917 had it not been suppressed, described her outfit as an elegant one trimmed in fur. and cyst -- the sisters helped her dress. but soon their wrinkled faces streamed with tears and mata hari had to comfort them. then she pin u. her unwashed hair carefully, slowly, as high and elegantly as possible. and the gray hairs that she once hid with dyary showing badly which hurt her vanity and would conceal the gray with her hat and she had no need for last minute confession, and the pastor accompanied her and the others to the execution and she was not a religious person. she had done nothing wrong in her view. she had only loved a man, and let -- loved men and let them love her. where was the harm in that and wrote three letters, one to her daughter and two to gentleman friends, probably vadim and the one whom she loved still and the other who kindly and bravely came to court to testify in her

half. naively she trust heard captors to see to their delivery and handed them over to the pastor but the letters were never seen again. her jailers were taking no chances, of posthumus protest and she made no will. she checked her hair, set a three cornered hat on her head an angled it just so and drew on long, elegant gloves and threw a blue coke over her shoulders and stood erect to look in the mirror and her skin was sallow and wrinkled and her hair thin and dull but her carriage was still proud and would have to do. with grave dignity she asked the doctor, who had tried to win better treatment for her during her miserable im priz sdmronment and sister marie sobbed like a child, do not cry, mata hari comforted the sister, wiping her cheeks, be cheerful, imagine i'm going ton on a long journey and i'll return and we'll find each other again.

they were words she might have spoken to a lover, but she had abandoned her in her troubles, and now she had only herself to rely upon and she made her life and would make her own death and besides, you will come a little away with me, won't you, she pleaded with the sister, you shall accompany me and walked done the corridor holding the sister's hand and refused to let the warder touch her. prison rats, fur dark an matted with grease, scurried past in the hallway and their presence no longer made her shudder, she became used to them and she who had once lived in the best hotels and finest houses like a queen did not flinch at mere rats. at the door there were dozens of strangers. prison officials, journalists, onlookers, jostling to catch sight of her and she wondered who they were, all these people! she whispered to sister as if they were best friends from the theater. peeking out through a gap in the

curtain. what a success! whoever they were they were her audience. and she played her role to perfection. she let helpful be led to a black car with the windows -- blinds drawn. but she would not be hustled or hurried and the five identical cars sped rapidly through the still streets, and losing the gawk,and journalists who tried to follow. the procession went to the muddy fields used for drill practice by the cavalry and it was an apt choice, she always favored military men, and the bleak autumn light of the coming dawn illuminated a somber scene and there was a firing squad of 12 from the fourth regiment, in their uniforms and red fezs and the sergeant major from the 23rd dragoon in the navy blue uniform with a blackber beret and they

looked ridiculously nervous and before she would have made them feel like men of the world and now felt a little sorry for them. to be responsible for executing mata hari was going to be a burden to live with, she supposed. there was no time to think of that. she had a performance to give. and it required all her nerve and skill. she refused to be tied to the stake. and stood, lonely, but regal, in a desolate field, on her own. dawn had broken just minutes before, and the light was still soft and pearly. when the senior officer offered a blindfold, she declined with a dignity -- dignified movement of her head, that is not necessary. she said, graciously. she waved kindly to the two weeping nuns who did as much as they could to comfort her and their kindness was a great gift to her and blew a kiss to the priest, just a moment of naughtiness. and couldn't resist. and, another to her lawyer. she knew he was still in love with her and knew he'd thing of her for the rest of his dull

life. thibault read out the sentence, by the order of the third council of war the woman was been condemned to death for espionage and his words hung in the quiet misty air, and mata hari awaited her fate, like the magnificent heroine she was. and they could take her life but could not rob her of dignity. by god, the sergeant major said in quiet admiration, this lady knows how to die and lifted his sabre, and the men shouldered their rifles, then the sergeant-major shouted, enjou, aim, and after a long pause, fire! the squad did their duty and no one knew which rifle shots killed her and she was proud and silent and slumped over, bleeding. he walked gracefully over, to her floridaccid body and shot o-

fired one shot into her head, mata hari was dead. they signed the execution order signifying it had been dual carried out and pit fully no one came to claim her body and her head sent to the institute of anatomy for study of those -- with those of other criminals and four days later, la deux was arrested as a double agent. and there you have it. if you would -- thank you for being so patient. if you would like to buy a copy of the book there is a large pile over there and they ask that you come this way, and head out that way, and i would be happy to sign. do we have any questions? we have a mic you can ask your question into. over there? anyone? i have spellbound you all?

yes? >> she was on trial or guilty of espionage... >> no, they covered it up until after she had been tried and executed. and then, nearly every newspaper's report is close enough to identical that it is quite clear there was an official press release that they were to follow. and, there are other press reports that were suppressed, that were pulled because they did not follow closely enough. they gave out that she had been responsible for the death of 50,000 young frenchmen. and had admitted it. both items of which are completely false. and, in fact, the charges on which she was convicted were very cunningly framed so one charge would be, she entered the entrenched war zone between this stated and -- this dated and that date with the intention of collecting information and

passing it to the enemy. now, this entrenched war zone was paris. all of paris was the entrenched war zone and she never denied she was in paris and had a perfectly legal visa to be in paris. so that they never had to prove the second part of the charge, with the intention to gather and pass information. because with all of the surveillance they did, they couldn't come up with anything she had ever done and so they never specified information she passed, there was never anything specific she was supposed to have done, but, in the summation by the prosecuting attorney, they claimed that she caused the death of 50,000 good french soldiers. and, that was apparently believed. >>... satisfy the people who wanted some kind of a public -- some kind of a public -- >> scapegoat. >> scapegoat, y.