Criminal: France

A NETFLIX ORIGINAL SERIES

Do you remember what they were playing?

-ÉMILIE: When? -When it started.

It was "Kiss the Devil."

It's one of their best songs.

The one we were all waiting for.

Almost as if...

almost as if the effect would be greater at that moment.

And you were in the pit at that point,

right in front of the stage?

-No. No?

No.

Earlier, you said you were in the front row.

Not at that moment.

When they started singing the song, I was at the bar.

It's important to tell us what happened very precisely.

I went to get a couple of beers at the bar, I returned to Alex...

moving through many people who were dancing.

Everyone was going wild.

The people were caught up in it... Then...

The confusion set off. Crackers everywhere.

The singer looked up and stopped singing.

Then the silence was terrible.

And people...

people didn't know what to do, before it started over again.

And then there was utter panic.

Another round of cracking noise rang out.

Some people ran, others threw themselves on the floor,

screaming and crying.

We should take a break.

And you, did you panic?

Of course I did.

I tried to get back to Alex,

but I had to get down on the floor like everyone around me.

That's when I...

when I noticed Alex was already on the floor.

Right in front of you?

-Was he face-down? -Yes.

So Alex had been murdered?

How did you know he was dead?

Did you see blood? Lots of blood?

That's enough.

The room was pitch black. I'm wondering how she saw that.

Well, it was pitch black only for a second and then the lights were back on.

It was as if... a complete nightmare.

Miss Weber, we know this is tough.

Our colleagues knew people who were at the Bataclan

so we're trying to understand more.

She's already given a full statement to your team in counterterrorism.

Yes, I know.

The Prosecutor has asked us to verify it.

Alex was shot during the first rounds of gunfire, right?

-Could you see who did it? -Mm-hmm.

Can you tell us more?

ÉMILIE: I think I saw three or four.

Three or four? Which?

ÉMILIE: Three.

They had those assault rifles and marched around us.

They were checking for movement.

Looking to see if anyone was moving.

And then the sound of someone's mobile...

And another round of gunshots.

Just an excuse to shoot them like rabbits.

To make sure nobody got away.

And you, you played dead?

It was all I could do.

I remember,

one of them approached me.

He stopped right there, just above me.

And...

I managed to keep my eyes closed and he continued to move past us.

It still haunts me.

I imagine he keeps watching me,

my telephone rings, then he shoots.

Thank goodness you got out.

If he had shot me, I'd be with Alex.

So you were on the floor. Then what?

For some time, just silence.

Alex was practically in front of me.

Um... There were these weird smells.

A mix of fear and powder.

And I was wet all over.

I didn't know...

if it was beer, or if I had wet myself.

Is it fair to put her through this again?

Standard procedure.

It's too much.

ÉMILIE: So? Is that enough sordid details?

How were you able to leave there?

I remember there was a gap when I heard something.

The clicks of metal...

I thought they were loading their weapons.

Then around me, people tried

to run as fast as they could to the fire escape.

I didn't think, I just ran.

I don't even know how I ended up outside.

-So you just left your boyfriend there? -That's enough insinuations.

If it was my wife, I don't think I could have left her there like that.

What exit did you leave through?

ÉMILIE: The one near the stage.

On the right?

ÉMILIE: No, on the left. The one behind the curtain.

An exit comes out on Passage Amelot.

There was nowhere to go.

Everyone was running like mad.

I remember someone was hanging out of an open window.

And a girl who was so terrified

that she wasn't looking and crashed into a post,

and collapsed in front of me.

Did you help her?

No.

I just carried on running away.

I couldn't think of anyone except for Alex.

I was thinking about him just before those people arrived.

I had gone to buy the beers at the bar, when...

I noticed him standing near the stage.

He...

was moving his head like he was enjoying the song that was playing,

he was pretending to have fun but actually,

he hated the song and the band.

It wasn't his kind of music.

He was an illustrator.

He was in the process of publishing his first graphic novel

with Léonard, his best friend.

But nobody was fully aware of his talent.

He bought the tickets for me because I kept annoying him.

And now I can't bear his kindness.

If I'd left him alone... He shouldn't have listened to me.

We'd still be together.

Do you have what you need?

Are we done here?

All the members of the Association of Victims Aid have agreed to cooperate.

My client is here to answer questions, though she doesn't know why.

-You're getting paid. -I'm not here for the money.

And believe me, I barely cover my expenses.

You seem reasonable.

Maybe we should just leave it here.

Unless for some reason you wish to reproach my client.

So I'd like to get back to what happened in the room

when you were on the floor with Alex.

Between the moment when the shooting began,

and you were able to run towards the exit,

how long would you say that was?

I don't know, a minute?

One minute?

Perhaps a minute and a half.

Under two minutes?

Yeah.

Could you repeat that louder for the recording, if you don't mind?

-Under two minutes. -Thank you.

On the balcony, anything up there?

The balcony?

When the lights were back on and you saw the assailants,

did you see the balcony as well?

I don't know. I'm not sure.

What was going on up there?

Like below, the panic completely engulfed everybody.

Could you elaborate a little?

-What can I say? -During the panic.

The guys who could get out through the skylight,

could you see them?

I don't understand what you're talking about. What skylight?

There's no skylight.

The people hid in the attic from a dressing room.

Everyone knows that.

What was your name again?

Omar.

Could you remind your colleague that I'm a victim in all this, OK?

-The Prosecutor of Paris said so. -I'm aware of that.

Just need a little bit more of what you saw.

The shooters, you said there were three.

-Were their faces covered? -No.

Would you describe them as pretty tall? Pretty small?

-Overweight? -Pretty normal.

Normal?

Yes, normal.

You want me to repeat?

All the other witnesses

described the silhouettes as "massive."

Oh. Well...

I guess my memories aren't as clear as they were.

And that the shooters looked massive

because they wore various explosives, people said.

Enough. This is getting ridiculous.

What are you saying, Captain?

A complaint has been lodged against your client.

-Think twice. -An accusation of fraud.

-You can see what she's been through. -She hasn't been through anything.

Because she wasn't at the Bataclan the night of November 13th.

That's why she's here.

Because the lies must end now.

OK...

Progress.

How does it look from your side?

We having a great time, why do you ask?

I don't know who had the idea of giving this job to Audrey,

but we got the wrong number.

Seriously, why are we harassing this poor girl?

It's a strategy of Audrey's, not ours.

Well, it's going too far.