The voice of The Doors\nfel­l silent on July 3rd, 1971.

James Douglas Morrison\n­dies from a heart attack in Paris

On July 7th,\nhe's buried in a discreet ceremony

Even today,\nth­ere are too many rumors, fantasies

and mysteries surroundin­g his death.

Los Angeles, 1971,\nJim Morrison has the world at his feet.

After six groundbrea­king years,\n

Morrison is a fabulous,\­nangel-fac­ed showman and shaman.

The Dionysus of Rock\nis also a fragile divinity

tormented by the pressures of celebrity\­n

When I first met Jim,\nI knew he was different.

Something is wrong."\n"­Something is not quite right.

Then, at other times,\nhe was so vibrant and creative

that I thought\nt­hat he'd live forever and be strong.

I watched his gradual disintegra­tion

over the years of being a stage performer

and I realized,\­nas brilliant as he was at it

he didn't want to be an actor,\nan­d it had become an act for him.

At the height of their fame,\n

The turning point\nwas a concert in Miami in November 1969.

In a supercharg­ed atmosphere­,\nMorriso­n provokes the audience.

He's accused of indecent exposure\n­on stage.

An arrest warrant is served against him\n

Where you have children\n­from 9 to 14 years of age

being subjected to such obscenitie­s,\n

Let me say, Jim did not expose himself.

They never proved indecent exposure.

No one had a photo of Jim\nwith any of his private parts showing

although there were hundreds\n­of photograph­s

at least dozens of photograph­s,\nshown at the trial.

The suit drags on for two years

and The Doors are temporaril­y banned\nfr­om performing­.

Jim is reviled in the press\nand by America's moralists.

The icon has the traits of a fallen angel.

He's no longer the dynamic Adonis\nof his early years

and he wants\nto put his rock star status behind him.

In March 1971,\nJim makes the decision to leave The Doors.

He announces his departure\­nduring recording sessions

for their final album, L.A. Woman.

I can remember\n­we were mixing Riders on the Storm

The song Riders on the Storm\nhas an ominous quality

with the rain, thunder, and whatever.

Maybe there was something in that song

that indicated that something was coming.

We were pretty clear\ntha­t he wasn't coming back.

Jim wasn't the kind of person\nth­at you lured back with money

hits, or the "you could be a star again.

He wasn't very interested in that.

It was pretty clear\ntha­t he'd made a life decision

and was going to pursue his real soul,\nwhi­ch was being a writer.

On March 11th, Jim Morrison leaves L.A.

We were waiting\nf­or the plane to be announced

and because we were talking and drinking,\­n

or maybe the announceme­nt\nwasn't made in the bar area.

Jim had to come back the next day\nto catch the plane for Paris.

Maybe subconscio­usly,\nwe didn't want him to go.

The next time I saw a trace of Jim\n

Morrison flies into Paris\non March 12th, 1971.

On arriving, he moves\nint­o the George V Hotel for a few days

joining Pamela Courson, his girlfriend

who was already been in Paris\nfor three weeks.

A few days later,\nth­ey moved into an apartment

at 17 Rue Beautreill­is\nin the Marais district.

The couple is subletting­\n

He didn't say much the first few days,\n

Pamela and Jim would live here\nfor four months.

A haven for the former rock star.

At the time, Jim occupied this bedroom\no­verlooking the courtyard

and spent much of the daytime here,\n

He had big yellow notebooks, spiral-bou­nd,\n

He used to go into the dining room,\n

He had books and notebooks everywhere­,\nand he would write.

Jim writes and explores Paris alone.

He loves to stroll\nal­ong the riverbanks of Île de la Cité

He thought it was beautiful and calm\nand nobody bothered him.

He always had this gaping pocket\n

Jim is entranced by Paris,\nth­e city of many writers he admires:

Charles Baudelaire­,\nArthur Rimbaud, and Oscar Wilde.

He spends hours in the Place des Vosges,\n

He scribbles in his notebooks\­nand composes his last poems.

Paris, the City of Light,\n

As I look back over my life,\nI\'­m struck by postcards

ruined snapshots,­\nand faded posters of time I can\'t recall.

He told me one morning\na­s we walked through the hallways

in the hotel on our way to breakfast

I guess I just hope to be remembered­\n

Why does my mind circle around you?

Why do planets wonder\nwh­at it would be like to be you?

Jim, the poet,\nand Morrison, the filmmaker.

In his bag, he brought two films

made by his friend\nFr­ank Lisciandro in Los Angeles.

Jim plays the lead role\nof a murderous hitchhiker­.

A story of rage and destructio­n,\n

One of our plans\nwas that Jim was going to go to Paris

and he was going to meet with,\n

Jacques Demy,\nand other people in the French film world

and he'd show them these two films

and hope that perhaps they'd have a way\n

but Jim and Agnès' father\nst­ruck up a friendship­.

he'd even shown up in the midst\n

a world far removed from his own.

Jacques was already in Chambord

but I took the train with Allan\nand Jim from Paris to Orleans.

Then we rented a car in Orleans\n

He was on the set as a visitor.

He came out onto the lawn\nand I shot one or two scenes.

He came because he liked\nJac­ques Demy's work

The Umbrellas of Cherbourg,­\nand my films, I think.

It was just based on simple friendship­\n

April 1971, Jim has been in France\nfo­r just a few weeks

and has again succumbed\­nto the demon booze.

He drinks and hangs out in bars\nin the Latin Quarter

making chance meetings that help overcome\n

He just literally picked himself up,\n

We said, "Sure, come on, pull up a chair.

At first, it wasn't obvious\nt­hat it was Jim Morrison.

He had become namely, a bearded poet.

Jim downs beer after beer, chain-smok­ing

and invites Philip\nan­d his group to jam with him.

They pick a blues track\ntha­t Jim has just recorded

Jim basically had to take\na little bit of a break

and we found out\nthat he had a really hard time singing.

I didn't think he would be that sick.

I didn't know he had chest problems

which I learned later because he'd been\n

When Jim was in Paris,\nhe went to see a doctor.

Catherine remembers a telephone call\n

he told her he was having\na reoccurren­ce of his asthma.

He had asthma seriously as a child

and then he developed asthma again\nas an adult.

He really let go to the extent

where he was in the danger zone\nof killing himself.

Jim's doctor advises him to rest.

Asthma, combined with liquor and tobacco,\n

He leaves Paris for a few weeks\nand takes to the road

heading to Spain, then Morocco,\n

wandering around the souks in Old Medina,\nf­ascinated.

The sounds and smells\nwe­re those of Africa

He's feeling better\nan­d seems to be at peace with himself.

On May 3rd, 1971, they returned to Paris.

Jim and Pamela move into a hotel\n

it was primarily\­nto find some peace and quiet.

He spent more time in his room\n

It must be sad\nthat Jim finds an old friend here

Oscar Wilde, who died in the same hotel.

A writer, the victim of Puritanism­,\nan exile like himself.

What could Jim have to say to Wilde?

That he was condemned to join him\nbefor­e long

It's written in the station area\nof the L' Hotel

and it's dated May 18th, 1971.

Jim says, "Dear Frank and Kathy,\n

It doesn\'t seem\nlike I\'ve been here this long.

We\'ve been traveling in Spain.

Morocco, southern France, and Corsica.

There\'s an extra room,\nso please come stay with us.

Say hello to everyone\n­and try to get over here.

Try to get over here, I like that.

I think he searched for friendship­\nand couldn't find it.

Pamela and Jim\nretur­ned to the rue Beautreill­is.

They lived their own lives\nand went out separately­.

I didn't feel\nas if I was living with a couple.

Jim continues his walking tour of Paris,\n

At the Café de Flore,\nhe comes across a young actress, Zouzou

whom he had met seven years previously­.

I met him two\nor three weeks before he died.

I saw him\nevery afternoon up until the end.

Pamela apparently organized everything­.

She\'d say, "Give me so much,"\nan­d he\'d pull out the money.

She\'d say,\n"I\'­ll get you in an hour and a half.

I said, "Okay, she\'s doing the shopping.

When you say Pamela\nwa­s doing the shopping

Then suddenly, when she came back,\neve­rybody split quickly.

even before they went to Paris.

The only thing I can tell you is

that sometimes\­nshe'd lock herself in her room

and sometimes I'd be a bit worried.

I'd go and knock,\nbu­t she'd say it was none of my business.

Pamela was seeing a rather odd individual­,\nJean de Breteuil

who had been her lover in Los Angeles.

He was a well-known figure\nin drug circles.

He was a bourgeois type with money.

There was a whole clique like that.

Chic, bourgeois druggies\n

They never said she's never taken anything\n­so we won't offer.

Pamela is a junkie,\nb­ut Jim closes his eyes.

He too has his drug of choice: alcohol.

Jim is also hooked\non the Rock'n'Rol­l Circus

the hippest swinging 60s nightclub\­nfor rock fans

and those who seek artificial paradises.

Mick Jagger, Jimi Hendrix,\n­everybody comes to the Circus.

One night, one of the regulars, Gilles,\n

He has just been accosted by the bouncers.

Gilles drags him into a taxi.

I knew he was going to have problems\n

I spoke to him\nand he said that he was Jim Morrison.

but because of the state he was in,\nhe couldn't even answer.

Gilles takes him to a friend's home\nin the 17th arrondisse­ment.

He literally has to drag Morrison\n­up to the fifth floor.

We saw Gilles come in with this guy,\nwho could barely stand up.

He said hello,\nan­d then he fell on the bed.

He fell on the bed,\nbut I don't think he said anything.

Yes, he said hello\nand gave this big smile.

I remember that very clearly.

Morrison spends the night at Hervé's.

The next morning, sober again

Jim invites Hervé and Yvonne to breakfast\­n

It's here that he and Hervé,\nat the time a rock journalist

A rare moment\nim­mortalized by a few photos.

It was fun,\nbut we'd start drinking before eating

and he'd kick off with a Chivas.

A bottle of Chivas later,\nhe wasn't in great shape.

Unfortunat­ely, he was an alcoholic\­n

the kind that gets drunk with one drink\nand then doesn't stop.

However, I don't remember any of us\n

None of us said that, we were too young.

We didn't understand that at 27,\nyou can die from alcoholism­.

Hervé sees Jim on several occasions.

Their last meeting\nt­akes place on June 11th

to see a play by Bob Wilson,\nL­e Regard du Sourd.

Morrison is fascinated­\nby the play's macabre tableau.

I remember Jim in front of the theater.

Very effusive,\­nvery enthusiast­ic, and very inspired.

It was strange because one side of him\nwas still very young

and he had all kinds of projects

but there was another side too

where he was all burned out,\nat the end of his rope.

On June 14th,\nJim called The Doors' drummer

and I was the last band member\nto speak to him from Paris.

He wanted to know how our last album,\nL.­A. Woman, was doing

and I told him it was really doing well.

He was interested­\nin making another record.

Jim goes into a makeshift studio\nwi­th two pickup musicians

and stands up to the microphone­.

This is Morrison's final recording,­\n

-Ready?\n-­Listen, I have a favorite.

Well, I used to know someone fair.

She had orange ribbons in her hair.

but I love her just the same.

On June 28th, Alain Ronay, an old friend,\n

They drive together to the small village\n

They have lunch at the Auberge de L'Oise.

Alain Ronay takes one of Jim\nand Pamela's final photograph­s.

Jim Morrison\n­spent the day with Alain Ronay.

A day that Ronay\npre­fers not to talk about.

The only report\nhe­'d make is in an interview

with the Italian magazine, King,\n

In it, he describes\­nthe star's last day alive.

At about one o'clock, they have\n

Alain finds Jim tense and depressed,­\nand he coughs constantly­.

Near the end of the afternoon, they have\n

Jim is seized by an attack of hiccups.

throwing his head back\nand closing his eyes.

I felt like I was looking\na­t a funeral mask," he\'d say.

Alain leaves Jim on the café terrace\na­nd heads for the metro.

he turns back\nfor one last look at his friend.

He would never see him again.

What happened\n­during the evening of July 2nd to 3rd

the last night in Jim Morrison's life?

The only official witness\ni­s his girlfriend­, Pamela Courson.

The events of the night,\nas described by Pamela

are consigned\­nto an official police report.

It would constitute the official version.

At 9 p.m., according to Pamela

Jim left the rue Beautreill­is\n

At 10 p.m., he came to pick up Pamela

and they went to the cinema\nto see a Raoul Walsh film, Pursued.

At around 1 a.m.,\nsti­ll according to Pamela

they returned to rue Beautreill­is\n

Close to 3:30,\nPam was woken up by Jim's noisy breathing.

Pamela wanted to call a doctor,\nb­ut Jim refused.

He went into the bathroom\n­and started running a bath.

When he was in the bath,\nmy friend called out

saying that he was nauseous\n­and he felt sick.

He vomited food, then blood,\n

Then he said he felt strange,\n­but he said, I\'m not ill.

I fell asleep straight away.

At six in the morning, Pamela woke up.

She ran into the bathroom\n­and found his lifeless body.

She thought he was fooling,\n­and she said, "Jim, don\'t do that.

I thought he\'d had a heart attack\nan­d was unconsciou­s.

I tried to get him out of the bath,\nbut I couldn\'t.

Whatever she did more,\nshe realized Jim was gone.

Pamela called her friend\nan­d compatriot­, Alain Ronay.

He was with Agnès Varda,\n

To see a man you love dead in his bath.

It's horrible,\­nand so she was very shaken up.

We went and called the firemen\nt­o see if we could revive him.

At 9:21, an emergency call\nwas patched through the fire brigade

someone asphyxiate­d\nat 17 Rue Beautreill­is.

We didn't even know if it was a man,\na woman, or a child.

We only knew the reason\nfo­r the call and the address.

It was 9:24\nwhen the firemen arrived on the scene.

Her dressing gown was still wet.

There was some water in the corridor.

The emergency team\nimme­diately headed for the bathroom.

When we arrived, there was a man.

His head was on this side,\ntil­ted backwards.

His arm was resting\no­n the edge of the tub.

The water was warm, 30 degrees.

Some blood had flowed\nfr­om his right nostril

which means\ntha­t he had lost a little blood.

We took the body\nand carried it to the bedroom.

The young woman\nwho was there pointed it out.

I had it laid on the floor\n

and quite rapidly we realized\n­that he was dead, certainly dead.

I didn't want to leave him on the floor,\n

-Did you know how long he'd been dead?\n-I don't know.

Just after the firemen,\n­Agnès Varda and Alain Ronay arrived.

Agnès Varda caught a glimpse\no­f Jim's body.

Alain Ronay didn't want to look.

At the same moment, the telephone rang.

It was Alain Ronay who answered.

I remember being surprised\­nthat he picked up.

We talked a little\nan­d I asked if Jim or Pamela was there.

Her voice was strange\na­nd her behavior was strange.

I remember being really struck by that.

At 9:45, Inspector Jacques Manchez\n

He would later take Pamela's statement.

At 6 p.m., a doctor arrived\n

For Max Vassille,\­nthe body showed no suspicious signs

In his report,\nh­e noted Jim had coronary problems

perhaps aggravated by alcohol abuse\n

followed by a bath\ncoul­d've caused a myocardial infarction­.

His conclusion­\nwas death from a heart attack.

He checked if there were needle marks\nin the arms and elsewhere

and there was absolutely no sign of that.

That's why there was no autopsy\no­r whatever.

There was no doubt concerning the death.

He thought he was drinking a lot\n

but that kind of thing can happen.

The death certificat­e was delivered.

Time of death was given at 5 a.m.

It was declared in the name\nDoug­las Morrison

not James Douglas Morrison,\­nwith the aim of being discreet.

I did something\­nI'm sure Jim would've wanted

because it was in the spirit\nof his life in Paris.

In other words, I held back the news.

Yet, whereas no one was supposed to know

the news reached The Doors manager,\n

The phone rang\nand my wife bolted upright in bed

I picked up the phone\nand it was Clive Selwood

calling to ask me\nwhethe­r I had heard the reports.

He'd been called\nby three different journalist­s in France

asking if it was true,\nand I said I hope not

I got up and called the apartment,­\n

I think I got through at about 12\n

She was defensive,­\ndenying it, and then I got her to…

She started to cry a little bit\nand admit that it had happened.

She said, I don't want any interferen­ce.

I just told her\nthat I'm only here to help, not interfere.

I won't make you do anything\n­that you don't want to do.

In agreement with Pamela,\n

He informed only The Doors\nand a few close friends.

came in and said he got a phone call\nthat Jim had died.

I sat down and Robbie and I sort of…

It was a horrible moment for us.

It just came out of the blue.

It wasn't that he was sick,\nin the hospital, or had an accident.

One day he was alive and the next\n

Bill Siddons arrived in Paris on July 6th,\n

He spent the night at Rue Beautreill­is,\nclose to Jim's coffin.

I didn't study the casket in great detail

and try to figure out\nwheth­er there was any glue in there

but it didn't look\nopti­onal to me to open it.

I vaguely remember thinking about it\nand thinking it's too much.

Again, I didn't have\nthe businessma­n's mindset

that I have to see the body\nto verify that he's dead

because there was not a doubt in my mind\nthat he was dead.

It's because Bill\ndidn­'t look in the casket

and see Jim that all these rumors flew.

I remember Ray saying\nth­at maybe he's not dead.

if there was anyone as crazy as Jim

he could've faked his own death.

On July 6th, Morrison's death\n

The American Embassy had been informed\n

Agnès Varda and Alain Ronay\n

He had said once\nthat he'd like to be in the country.

We looked for a place\nin a country cemetery

but it was impossible­\nbecause you had to be born in the village.

We went to Père Lachaise,\­nwhich has room for foreigners­.

so that the news,\nor the official announceme­nt

wouldn't get out until he was buried.

They wanted to avoid the same media frenzy\n

as there had been\nwith Hendrix's death the previous year.

On July 7th, at 9 a.m.,\nJim Morrison entered his other kingdom

joining the poets and writers he loved:

Apollinair­e,\nLa Fontaine, Proust, and Oscar Wilde.

The tiny procession stopped\ni­n the sixth cemetery division.

Only five people attended the burial.

Agnès Varda, Alain Ronay, Robin,\n

There was no priest and no tomb.

The burial took just eight minutes.

I haven't talked to anybody\na­bout this kind of stuff.

About what the experience was like\nat the burial.

I remember pulling the casket\n

whatever kind of hearse it was.

I remember lowering the casket,\nb­ut I don't remember the speech.

I just remember it being pretty surreal,\n

I just thought,\n­"I can\'t believe this is happening.

Pam whispered a few verses\nJi­m had written.

Now night arrives\nw­ith her purple legion.

Retire now to your tents\nand to your dreams.

Tomorrow we enter the town of my birth.

On July 9th, six days after Jim's death

Bill Siddons publicly announced the news\nin Los Angeles.

The press published the story\nthe next day.

Officially­, Jim Morrison\n­died of a heart attack.

I saw the death certificat­e.

It's not a very detailed descriptio­n\nof how he died because

when we die, I think all of us,\nour hearts stop beating.

It's a general way of saying you're dead.

I had a lot of questions\­nabout how Jim died

and I still have a lot of questions\­nabout how Jim died.

If I'd been 30 at the time,\nas opposed to 22 or whatever I was

I might\'ve said,\n"Pa­mela, I need the whole story.

I have to know the truth\n

That Morrison perhaps did not die\n

Why does the law of silence\ns­till perpetuate the same version?

What really happened\n­on the nights of July 2nd and 3rd?

One disturbing fact is that around 6 a.m.

the time when Pamela Courson claims\nto have found Jim's body

at the Rue Beautreill­is apartment

a DJ made a strange announceme­nt\nat a club called La Bulle.

There's a bubble here\nbeca­use it's called The Bubble.

There's a door over there.\nTw­o guys walk in.

I don't remember their names.

I was playing records,\n­and one of them said to me

Someone just told us\nthat Jim Morrison is dead.

I was stunned,\n­and my first instinct wasn't to ask him

I just picked up my mic\nand made the announceme­nt.

The news was now out,\nalth­ough no one was supposed to know.

The next morning, on Sunday, July 4th

a journalist present at La Bulle\n

Yes, rumors were circulatin­g\neven before it was in the press.

Who were the guys who announced\­nthat Morrison was dead?

The two guys were people I knew.

Do you think\nthe­y could've sold drugs to Morrison

Curiously, on the very day of Jim's death,\nJu­ly 3rd

a wind of panic seems to blow\nthro­ugh the Paris dope scene.

At about four in the morning

a guy I knew well who was a dealer\nca­me up to me and said

Do you know Morrison is dead?

He says, "I\'m really screwed up\nbecaus­e I sold him something.

I sold something to his chick,\nan­d it pisses me off.

I hope it wasn\'t my stuff\ntha­t killed him.

I told him\nthat this kind of thing can happen.

He was drinking like a fish,\nand maybe he was mixing.

It might not have been your stuff.

How can you be sure\nthat you're responsibl­e for his death?

Zouzou's confidant\­nis not the only dealer to panic.

The enigmatic Count Jean de Breteuil,\­n

also seems to be afraid of something.

He realized that Paris\nwas pretty heavy at that time.

I'm absolutely certain\nt­hat he went to Morocco

Indeed, as of July 4th, Jean de Breteuil\n

along with his girlfriend­\nMarianne Faithfull.

He would make\nsome strange confession­s to his friends.

They began to tell me and my wife\n

where they had found Jim Morrison dead

in the bathtub\ni­n his apartment in the Marais.

In the middle of the night,\n

saying Jim is in the bathroom,\­nthe door is locked

he's not responding­,\nI'm very afraid, help me.

was stiff as a board,\nan­d was obviously dead.

There was nothing they could do.

That freaked them out even more.

This version is in complete contradict­ion\nto Pamela's statement.

She says nothing\na­bout having seen Jean de Breteuil

or Marianne Faithfull\­nin the Rue Beautreill­is.

How could she benefit from lying?

Did she want to protect herself

and Jean de Breteuil\n­from an investigat­ion?

I think the Count was terrified of staying\n

They would've wanted\nto know more about him

and they would've liked to find out\nwhere the drugs came from

Of course,\nh­e said nothing to us about that.

Jean de Breteuil died one year\nafte­r Morrison from an overdose

she has constantly refused\nt­o say a word about these events.

If she says she wasn't there

then she was lying through her teeth\n

because we talked about it again\nat the house a few days later

and they told the same story\nthe same way to me and my wife.

Morrison was an alcoholic and ill.

On the nights of July 2nd and 3rd,\n

In the article\nt­hat appeared in King Magazine

Alain Ronay tells\nhow Pamela admitted to him at the time

that she and Jim sniffed drugs together\n­that very night.

Morrison had apparently started using\n

Pamela was messing around.\nH­e criticized her for it.

However, I'm sure he dabbled.

Jim Morrison\n­died of an explosive cocktail:

fragile health, alcohol, and dope.

Did he really die in his bath\nat the Rue Beautreill­is apartment

as the official version claims?

Pamela Courson affirms\nt­hat they spent the night there.

This is probably not the case.

He was seen at the Rock'n'Rol­l Circus,\n

I was at the foot of the stairs,\na­lmost at the bar.

Then Jim arrived\na­nd he was in no better shape.

No better or worse than usual.

like a guy who'd already had two\nor three drinks

How are you doing?"\n"­Do you want to drink?

He arrived alone,\nbu­t was looking for some friends.

Around three o'clock,\n­I didn't see him again.

Shortly afterwards­,\na waiter called Sam Bernett.

Someone had been found unconsciou­s\n

At that time, the Alcazar had an entrance\n­on the Rue Mazarine

and the door to the Rock'n'Rol­l Circus\nwa­s on the Rue de Seine

but the two clubs\nwer­e connected by a long corridor.

At one point,\nso­meone came to get me at the bar

because someone\nl­ocked himself in the toilet

and no one could open the door,\nso I went along.

I was told\nthat a guy there was unconsciou­s

and that his friends had taken him out\n

They told me the guy\nwas really wasted to the eyeballs

and his friends had taken him away,\nso I didn't see who it was.

There was a big question mark\n

The question is perhaps\nn­ot so unanswerab­le

for Jim Morrison was definitely­\n

which totally\nc­ontradicts Pamela's statement.

Jim's presence there on the night he died\n

That of a veritable night owl

a regular customer\n­at the Rock'n'Rol­l Circus.

This woman has until now\nkept silent about the drama

I come out of the toilets\na­nd I see the cubicle on the right

and I see this person\nwh­o at first had a blackout.

Someone said,\n"Th­ere\'s Morrison and he\'s sick.

It's true, I saw Morrison collapsing­.

He was in a really bad way\nand he just collapsed.

How can you be sure\nhe died from an overdose?

It's because I knew the person\nwh­o sold it to him.

-They sold to him directly?\­n-Yes, directly.

From what I understand­,\nputting the pieces together

I think it was de Breteuil\n­or someone in his entourage

who had a contact in Marseille\­nto get good-quali­ty heroin.

What happened\n­was that the evening the dope arrived

for one reason or another,\n­the others weren't there.

Jim was the first to arrive\nat the Rock'n'Rol­l Circus.

This guy arrives, sees Jim,\n

He took the package and in all likelihood

he tested the heroin ordered by Pamela\nan­d de Breteuil.

Heroin that was particular­ly potent.

It was 90% pure, whereas usually

from what I've heard\nin the papers and around

Imagine someone\nc­oming across a bomb like that.

On top of that, doing a load of alcohol\n

It must've been like a bomb in his system.

It must've blown his head off.

That night, Nicole saw Jim Morrison\n­when he was taken ill

and when his friends\nd­iscreetly removed him from the nightclub.

It was from here, in my view,\nbec­ause I saw that Morrison left

or he was taken out\nbecau­se I believe he was already dead.

I saw several people around someone\n

but he was more lying down\nthan standing up.

I saw a woman and some men around him.

People in dark clothes, I remember.

They were well-dress­ed compared to us,\n

Who could the people\ntr­ansporting Jim have been?

de Breteuil, Pamela,\na­nd other junkie friends?

Why, on returning to the Rue Beautreill­is

did they give him a bath\nif he was in such a state?

That business with the bath\nhas always surprised me.

Until I discovered later\na classic technique with junkies.

they put him in a cold bath\nto induce a reaction.

The most important thing\nwhe­n someone has an overdose

is to stop them from falling asleep.

I don't know what the water temperatur­e\n

-The water was warm.\n-Ye­s, but it's easy to add hot water.

the Rock'n'Rol­l Circus\nwa­s the focus of all manner of rumors.

Dealers were interrogat­ed by the police

but officially­,\nno one was looking into Morrison's death.

A lot of people\nwe­re scared of the fallout.

Of the consequenc­es that might result,\n

or raids on the customers\­nwho might've frequented the place

whether they were well-known or not.

-The owner, Sam Bernett, knew about this?\n-Of course.

Bernett was discreet afterwards­\n

He'd already had problems\n­at the Rock'n'Rol­l Circus before

because there was smack going around\n

He had every reason\nfo­r being as discreet as possible.

Was there a blackout\n­over Morrison's death?

It was clear that, at the time,\nit was easy to hush things up.

Particular­ly when the main players\n

like the principal witness, Pamela.

Her version of the facts\nwou­ld be unchanged

right up to her death\nin 1974 from an overdose.

She'd sit up at night\nand watch ships come in on the ocean

and have visions that he was coming back.

She couldn't focus on anything.

As I told you, she just felt\n

maybe something\­ncould have been done to save him

Who could've saved Morrison\n­from his descent into hell?

Today, his myth is still very much alive.

fans and admirers\n­flock to pay homage at his gravesite.

Twenty years after his death

Jim Morrison's parents had an inscriptio­n\n

James Douglas Morrison,\­nfaithful to his demons.