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A NETFLIX ORIGINAL SERIES

Your jewellery and hair barrettes
in the tray.

[beep]

[Olivier] It's 21:11, the interview begins

in the presence of Captain Hagen
and Brigadier Matif.

Ms. Solal, you're being held
for attempted murder.

Telephone.

[unzips handbag]

Legion of Honour badge.

Tell me what happened.

Were you worried
they would refuse to work?

Construction would stop?

We're going to sit for 24 hours.
That's long.

-[Audrey] He's a good bluffer.
-[Gérard] He's not bluffing.

One day, he sat in front of a guy
for 16 hours

before he started to open up.

The old boss loved it.

Good luck. She looks tough.

Shit, she's got such arrogance.

You're prepared?

That's the new thing.

Big bosses are coached by their lawyers
in case they're taken into custody.

What do they teach you?
I'm really intrigued.

How to breathe a little more?

To focus on your interrogator, like me?

And to push workers off buildings,
did you learn that yourself, yeah?

-Is your tone really necessary?
-Counsellor.

You shouldn't presume
to speak to me like that.

Presume away.

[high-pitched whine]

[haunting music playing]

[Olivier] Testimonies state this man had
a public confrontation with you.

Was he threatening to your position?

Let's consider the presumption
of innocence for now.

I'd rather concentrate on the facts.

Right, let's talk sensibly for a moment.

Yes, I was there on site,

but in my office replying to emails,
100 metres from where it happened.

Do you have any witnesses?

Your colleagues collected me from there
and demanded that I present myself.

They didn't mention anyone else?

That's true.
I was alone, doing the planning.

Why were you not in your office
in the 8th arrondissement?

Because I'm a woman
that leads by example.

The construction necessitated
that I be there.

If you would, just imagine
the creation of an office tower block.

Pouring concrete into blocks 110m. up
and right in the middle of La Défense.

Imagine the debris,
the mess, the pollution.

Even at night?

It's a project worth 100 million euros,

one that we're already
nine weeks late on.

So yes, the hours add up.
But I'm not alone.

There would be hundreds of telephones
in this sector, no?

Given the altitude,
there's only one tower in the relay.

At the time of the fall
only 19 people were present.

The alibis of everyone else.
Unlike you, they were a group.

So my first question is simple:

was it you who pushed Walid Benaoud?

Your insinuations are ridiculous.

If I battled to get rid
of everyone who criticised me,

there probably wouldn't be many left.

Would you like to talk
about other cases?

You've no idea what I've had to face

in order to clamber up the ladder
in a man's world.

I've always been denigrated,
just like you're attempting to do.

So honestly,

a conflict doesn't faze me.

And I just don't believe in using force
for people to respect me.

Violence happens as a last resort

We can surprise ourselves
by our own reactions.

That's why I go back to only the facts.

So let's discuss just facts.

Apart from your assumption of my guilt,

an alleged telephone
and your routine of misogynist rhetoric,

do you have anything concrete?

But I'm just trying to comprehend.

Your attempts to manipulate me
are pathetic.

The truth is, you don't have anything.

I love it when Olivier lets them think
they've won a point.

She'll never confess.

That's the boss's syndrome.

They always have trouble admitting
when it's their fault.

Yet, it feels good to admit it.

It's a relief.

Only if you are guilty, obviously.

On that note, for the last time,

it wasn't me who leaked the info
about Laetitia's sick leave, OK?

Is it possible to know how he's doing?

Turns out we have
something concrete, all right.

Our police colleagues noticed

at the site where the victim slipped,

the safety rails had been removed.

You suppose that he was pushed?

Not only that, but with the rails removed
we think it was premeditated.

I repeat, nothing to do with me.

[Olivier] I'd love to believe you.

The problem is, our colleagues
also found this had been left there.

Don't you think it strange
that one of my barrettes was found

just next to where it happened?

The term I was thinking of
was "relevant."

For goodness' sake.

Evidently,
someone is trying to frame me,

force me to come in here
to explain myself to you.

Are people out to get you, Madame Solal?

Success creates and motivates hostility,
especially when you're a woman.

Getting me accused of this crime means
someone else could take my place.

A lot of people are impatient
to see that happen.

Are you thinking of anyone in particular?

[Solal] My competitors.

One specific ex-worker,

a brilliant engineer
but a chauvinist who's irreparable.

"Ex"?

Yes, I dealt with it rapidly.
He caused an atmosphere of volatility.

You don't like people questioning you.

You neither, apparently.

From what I've read,
you have a reputation of total authority.

That's often how people deal
with taking orders from a woman.

Hmm!

[Solal] It's clear to me,
somebody managed to get in,

push one of my men

and somehow get me
as the one who is accused.

You've got a great imagination,

but our colleagues have watched
the video surveillance tapes

and they have confirmed
that no one broke in.

Well... I don't know.

As for the barrette,
I went out on site this morning

to motivate the team
to ask them to speed up.

I must have lost it then.

Please can you tell me how he is?

Why are you so insistent about that?

[Solal] It surprises you,
my interest in his condition?

[Gérard] What's she doing?

Trying to make us think
she gives a shit about her workers?

It's not that. She's afraid
that he'll be able to speak.

Make sure he's dead
before giving her version.

It's possible.

How do I know you aren't asking
just to make sure he can't talk

and point the finger?

[pulsing music playing]

[ticking]

I understand.

Would you keep us updated,
should anything change?

Sure, thanks.

All right.

-[keypad beeping]
-[door buzzing]

He went into surgery two hours ago.

They managed to stop the bleeding.

So there's hope,
but his life is still in danger.

Hold on. You're not going
to let her know?

No, not yet.
I'd rather give her the chance to explain.

Or he'll say
he's probably going to be fine.

So she thinks he might speak,
then she can't risk making anything up?

Yeah, smart.

Or that he's dead.

Because that way
she won't be as careful,

and you can get her on a detail.

Except that would
jeopardise the investigation.

Your call, Audrey.

I can't take the risk.

We'll hold onto it as a bargaining chip.

She seems determined,
and for now it's our only leverage.

Let's go.

What are we waiting for?

I'm not prepared to say more
until I know how he is.

I'll find out, but I'd like you to explain
why you're so interested.

You question my concern
and empathy, don't you?

It might be hard to understand
but I liked him, that's all.

There are plenty of people
against me, but him...

I don't see anyone on his team
that would want to kill him.

[Olivier] Why's that?

I suppose he's...

always reliable, jovial.

And appreciated
by his fellow colleagues.

What are the rebar workers?

Those who prepare and assemble
the framework

that the concrete is poured around.

It's the part of the concrete
we reinforce for strength,

and Walid Benaoud
was recently promoted to foreman.

She knows him.

So he's known to you?

Not specifically, no.

But as you've already said,
he opposes me in public.

It's difficult to ignore.

[Olivier] See you researched
what his co-workers thought of him,

to stay one step ahead, perhaps,
to... I don't know...

to make sure he didn't
become a nuisance?

I did not push him.

She's touching her mouth.

She's hiding something.

Did you get that from your manuals?

And how do your books say to break that
fucking sense of impunity she gives off?

[Olivier] OK, so you didn't push him.
Who do you think was responsible?

You describe a man who gets along
with everyone except for you.

Yes, generally, yes, but tension
often exists between the different teams.

The people who pour the concrete
are always upset with the Rebar team.

-[Omar] The framework isn't ready?
-Exactly, or the formwork.

-That's another team?
-Yes, they're the form workers.

They prepare the moulds
where the concrete is poured.

Sometimes there's tension,
but to actually kill each other?

-I have a hard time believing that.
-Yes, me too.

I continue to believe that it was you
who pushed him.

Can we get back to the facts, please?

Remember, you have
the right to remain silent.

No, on the contrary, I'll speak.

Mr. Hagen...

Your attitude is unacceptable.
This is an unfortunate accident.

But you and your team have no idea
how extensive my connections are.

You'll be moved on
in less time than you can imagine.

In view of your aggression,
it shouldn't be too difficult.

Wait, is she threatening him?

Keep calm. We ignore provocation.

Weren't the workmen taking pictures
when the ambulance got there?

Yes, you're right... Here they are.

There mate is dying
right in front of their eyes,

and they're taking pictures
on their phones.

-The wonders of technology, eh?
-She wants to know?

Laetitia, don't.

Don't worry.
I passed my medical exam.

This time I have a right to be here.
There's no risk.

I said no.

If she knows him
it'll be too much of a shock.

You're prepared to accept that?
It's ridiculous.

We have to get her to talk
about the victim again.

Figure out what she's hiding.

[door opens]

Laetitia, where are you going?

[sighs]

-[keypad beeping]
-[door buzzing]

Oh, shit.

You want to know how he is?

Here you go. Not a pretty sight.

Captain, please keep your people
under control.

[beeping]

Well? Don't you want to look?

Look at this one.

It's horrific to see the consequences
of what you've done, huh?

Laetitia, next door.

She has no right to threaten us.

[Audrey] Now.

Time for a break.

[Omar] The interrogation is interrupted
at 21:31.

[beep]

[tense music playing]

-She's in shock. We can finish her off.
-He's right.

-But we have to apply the pressure.
-You've seen confrontation doesn't work.

-You want me to change?
-No.

Just try something different.

Relax a bit more, OK?

I think you got this wrong.

The interrogations that we've done
together, this year alone....

If I let you back in,
you'll apologise, bring her a tea,

and give her the news from the hospital.

Then you can slowly bring her back
to her relationship with the victim.

Audrey, you see
this is real life, here, yeah?

Olivier,

the issue is what the relationship was,
so just let her speak.

She's not going to admit
she tried to kill him.

Forget it!

Just to remind you, it's still me
in charge of this team.

I don't want to be your buddy.
Just obey me.

This is utter bullshit.

Gérard, go and fetch her a tea
and do as I said.

-Feeling better?
-Like you give a shit! Stop pretending.

I'd say you're better.

[door slams]

We're going to make a fresh start.

Whenever you're ready, madame.

I'll be filing a complaint.

So we're all going to calm down.

And it's better for you
if we no longer continue with the threats.

Walid Benaoud went into surgery
two hours ago at the hospital in Bichat.

They've just managed
to stop the haemorrhage.

-Is he recovering?
-They don't know.

But his life is still not out of danger.

[beep]

Interrogation resumes

at 21:40.

Madame,

you can understand our curiosity.

You keep asking if he's going to make it,

but at the same time you claim
to have no personal involvement.

FTR CONSTRUCTIONS
REBAR FOREMAN

I didn't push Walid.

[Olivier] Walid?
So she's calling him Walid, now!

And I asked about him because...

I have a lot of affection for him.

Maybe more than that.

OK, now we're on.

Olivier, jump back in.

Excuse me, I'd like to talk
to talk with my client for a moment.

-[beep]
-The answer is no.

For the time being, why don't you tell us
about your love for him?

You do love him, don't you? And him?

He feels the same?

I mean, are you in a relationship?

[door buzzing]

For the recording,

Captain Olivier Hagen
has returned to the room.

So, do you have a relationship?

We do.

[Olivier] Why didn't you tell us earlier?

[Solal] Because we agreed
not to talk about it.

We decided to keep it separate.

Especially from his colleagues.

To avoid bad feelings. I respect that.

For how long?

Eight months.

Excuse me, I'm sorry to ask this, but...

exactly what was the relationship?

Usually two or three times a week...

yes, we'd sleep together,
if that was your question.

[Olivier] Is it a domination thing?
Is he, like, your toy boy?

Not at all. That's exactly
why we didn't speak about it.

You're not able to dispute

that there must have been
an aspect of subordination, though.

SHE'S USING THE PAST TENSE

Excuse me...
it's my limited imagination.

I just can't see how...

How things could possibly work
between us?

We ran into each other one night,
in the portables.

He was looking for Accounts,

because unbelievably,
his wages were too high, he said.

I showed him the building he needed.

But Walid chose not to go straight away.

He wondered who I was.

The building was already built
up to the eighth floor.

We'd already been there for five months,
working every day.

I'd visited the site dozens of times,
to keep check of the men.

I'd even organised drinks for them.

I was able to read my name
on his overalls.

But no,

he didn't know who I was.

And when it took me a while to respond,

he asked me
if I didn't know where to go, too.

At that time, I was on my way to fire
some of the engineering consultants

who had made the project fall behind.

It was unacceptable.

But in that instant,

my anger disappeared.

I wanted to enjoy the moment

so I just responded, "Caroline."

He offered me a cigarette.

We went up to the little terrace
overlooking the site.

And as we smoked,

he said how proud he was
to be part of this crazy project.

It had been so long that I'd completely
forgotten the beauty of the building site.

He asked me what time I finished.

I found it so amusing,
I couldn't help laughing.

I thought I had upset him.

But not at all.

And what happened?

He decided to wait for me
opposite the offices.

And when I left, he hadn't departed.

I didn't think he was serious.

I straightaway thought
that I should tell him.

He said to me...

it had clicked for him
while he was waiting.

He smiled and politely wished me
good evening,

and started to go.

My position posed a problem,

like it did for all the others.

So this time, I approached him.

I just asked if he liked wine.

So, we'd meet in secret...

more and more often.

Bullshit.

Why do you say that?

They're just too different.

She's taking us for a ride
with her fairy tale.

She's right, I don't buy it either.
She keeps using the past tense.

See?

She's trying to fuck with us.

It's possible.

But maybe it was still her
who pushed him.

Did you feel betrayed

when he raised the problem
of working conditions in public?

That's not even the question.
We're already nine weeks behind.

The penalties add up to more than
the total annual budget for your team.

-Can you imagine the pressure?
-You've avoided the question.

I'm extremely conscious of the feelings
of those who work for me.

But I have no choice.

I'm powerless, in other words.
I can't change the system.

Do you want me to fire everyone?

But why does your lover suddenly
denounce the working conditions there?

Did you go too far?

When he was made foreman, he wanted
to give reassurance to his men,

to demonstrate he was up to the task

and that he'd stand up for them.

And the other workers agreed
wholeheartedly?

Evidently. Walid is charismatic

and the the men don't understand
we're all in the same boat.

You know how easy it can be.

You easily make enemies
when you manage a team.

So the threat of a strike
and their grievance? It was real?

The reality was, it was starting
to actually affect people.

[Gérard] What did you do?

I gathered them together

and I explained as much as possible

that the company could go bust
before finishing the job,

unless we gave everything,

and that we all depended
on each another.

That concrete must be poured faster
to complete a floor every two days,

and that we could do it,
but only if we worked together.

I said it again this morning.

That's probably when I lost my barrette.

Weren't you asking them
to do the impossible?

As I said at first,

I didn't have a choice.

In a man's world
like the construction business,

you have no idea how many people
are waiting for me to mess up

so they can challenge my credibility,
even among my own teams.

[phone buzzing]

[Olivier] Threats, betrayal, paranoia...
It's a bit much, isn't it?

[Audrey] Yes?

I've explained I loved him, but you...

-You still think that I pushed him.
-Yes.

[Gérard] Why don't you try
to help us understand?

[Olivier] Most murder attempts happen
among people known to each other.

The man I love is in the hospital.

Don't you think
I deserve a little empathy?

-[keypad beeping]
-[door buzzing]

That was the hospital. He's dead.

-Fuck me, she pulled it off.
-And we'll only have her version.

Is it possible your confrontation
might have ended your relationship?

I'd accept, it tested it.

But not to the point of separating.

I don't know if you realised it,

but you've been talking about
your relationship in the past.

I can see where you're going
with your crime of passion.

-Perhaps because it is that.
-You lack imagination.

No, on the contrary.
I'm interested in your paranoia.

You're convinced you were targeted.

What if that were true?

What if Walid approached you
to manipulate you?

Maybe some of his workmates
suggested he play you, for what you do.

You've no idea.

Let me try out this scenario.

May we imagine that you were overtaken
by your desire for seduction?

You created a beautiful story,

where he didn't even know your name.

Of course, you doubted

if such a young, good looking man
could really fall in love with you.

But you kept on believing,

because it was flattering

and it allowed you
to serve a different function.

Then you had the realisation.

The day you saw him leading the fight

for fair working conditions...

you realised that his approach
had ulterior motives.

So then, you waited a few days,

you removed the barriers of security,

and then arranged to see him.

To push him.

Holy shit. He's captured her.

[Olivier sighs]

Now then, it's your choice.

You have the right to remain silent.

But if you choose to say nothing,

you'll be taken to court.

[lawyer] Madame?

Madame?

She's confirming nothing.

-[beep]
-Olivier, can we talk?

I don't know what you think
you proved there, but you didn't.

You didn't even give her time to react.

She doesn't need more time.

You just can't accept that my instinct
was right, can you? No!

Maybe about the relationship,
but that doesn't mean she pushed him.

Maybe she had never imagined

that Walid could be
some sort of manipulator.

And now she's realising
that theory is credible,

that her boyfriend didn't love her.

In which case she's upset,

but it's unlikely
she's the one who pushed him?

Exactly.

OK, slow down...

She might not be telling us everything.

[Olivier] This is your last chance
to explain everything.

[Solal] No.

No, what?

No, that's not at all what happened.

You tell us, then.

I have to say, you impressed me.
You're intuitive.

I have never looked at it
like that before.

I can see that...

that it's possible that Walid
approached me to trap me.

On the other hand,

there's one thing

of which I'm certain:

that our relationship
was absolutely sincere.

You understand that it's difficult
to believe this story.

We loved each other. As I say.

When we met, he wasn't playing a role.
I wasn't, either.

So you might have got it right
about the reason

for our encounter.

About the rest, you've got it wrong.

Still, we can imagine the beliefs you held
must have been conflicting.

At least, on the subject of your work.

We didn't talk about it.

I suppose at the beginning we did a bit,
but that soon completely stopped.

Our relationship had to be
compartmentalised.

Excuse the naivety of my question,
but how come?

How did you compartmentalise?

Our opinions at work were different.
Antagonistic, most of the time.

We may work in the same place,

but we see the relationship
as completely separate.

We would meet somewhere,

often in a hotel, but far away.

It's the only time
the pressure is lifted off me.

We're like two lovers

who come from two different worlds,

that place their suitcases down,
so content there,

just to be.

You never spoke
about anything professional?

His role, the team?

Everyone talks about that.

Never.

[Olivier] Until he discussed it in public.

I say again, I understood that.
But we had to accelerate.

[Gérard] Madame,
I come from a working class family.

I know what it's like.

And you say you had to accelerate,

but my question that I'd like to propose

is, was it even possible?

What are you asking?

You said the pace was already high,
so accelerating and accelerating again,

that must have posed problems
for your safety.

Oh, no, it's too important to let slip.

It's out of the question
to sacrifice the safety of my men.

[lawyer clears throat]

I have here all the documents
which indicate

that all the regulations
have been followed.

Yeah, sure, but the regulations
are theoretical, no?

All the boxes are ticked on paper,
but in reality...

[lawyer] The company has employees
who ensure the regulations are followed.

Here's the schedule for the rounds

and the reports
from each of the controllers.

You have a member of the team
who does rounds to verify all this?

It's mandatory.

They activate control boxes
to prove they've done their rounds.

And as I understand it,

an hour before the slip,

a controller had passed by and indicated
that the barriers were still there.

The guardrails didn't come off
by themselves.

Are you able to explain
how you remove a guardrail?

There are two posts which screw
into a concrete slab,

and the boards are placed
on hooks between them.

Hold on.

So why would someone
who was going to push him

go to the bother of removing all the posts

when all they had to do
was remove the boards?

Especially since it takes a long time.

You have to unbolt it
and remove the post from below.

Is there a good reason
to remove these posts?

To have access...

To make sure that the base slab
and cage is connected to the offset.

To do a rebar worker's job.

[tense music playing]

And then?

It could only have been him
who needed to remove the posts.

Walid Benaoud stayed late
to carry on working for you.

To keep up the ridiculous pace
that you were imposing.

So you're right, he loves you.

But he removed the barriers,

and wasn't able to put them back
because he didn't have enough time.

So are you returning to the hypothesis
that it was an accident?

No, not an accident.

A fatality.

[lawyer] The victim knew
the safety regulations,

like all the workers.

[Gérard] Except it no longer tallied
with the targets.

You tried to compartmentalise everything.

The safety on one side,
construction on the other.

Your love on one side,
your workers on the other.

But there are human beings
behind our decisions, madame.

And it's so cruel if we know them.

[door buzzing]

-From a legal perspective...
-This won't go any further.

Do you have any news yet?

I'm so sorry.

Are you saying
that it was me who killed him,

yet nothing will happen to me?

[Audrey] Yes, it's no concern of the law.

You can leave, Mme. Solal.

Whether you're guilty or not,
that's for you to decide.

[mournful music playing]

-[Omar] Well done.
-[Gérard] Yeah, well done!

-[Omar] That was tough, but you did it.
-[Laetitia] You blew me away.

[Olivier] Thanks. Beers are on me!

Where did Audrey go?

[Laetitia] No idea.

Did she say anything?

Nothing special.

So do we all agree
that she doesn't really belong here?

Yeah, of course I do.

I'll do what I said.

I'll talk to management

about how she messed up
with the lawyer.

Better go. You coming?

Laetitia, can I have a word
with you, please?

-See you downstairs?
-Yeah.

[elevator pings]

What?

Am I suspended?

I don't see what other option I have.

I wouldn't have fucked up
if you had defended your team.

I couldn't just let Olivier be threatened.

That's the boss's job,
to defend their team.

What, even if they're unmanageable?

Oh, just do what you want.
Suspend me if that's what you feel.

But I don't know which one of us
will be here in the long run.

What are you saying?

You'll see.

[haunting music playing]

[dial tone]

Claire Bertin, Attorney.
Leave a message and I'll call you back.

Hi, Claire, it's Audrey.

Listen, I'm sorry to bother you with this,
but I really need you to tell me

who gave the info
about the sick leave of Laetitia Serra.

Because everyone thinks it's me,
and it's...

well, it's complicated.

Can you call me back, please?

[sighs]

[haunting music continues]