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Every year the French police launch more than 800 homicide investigations.

Nearly 20 percent remain unsolved.

This film is about one of them.

GRENOBLE, POLICE HEADQUARTERS

OCTOBER 12, 2016

Speech.

Yes.

I love you guys.

But I won't miss your headlines.

Especially not those in my unit.

Yohan, Jerome, Loïc, Willy, Marceau,

Fred.

Filling out forms

And fiddling with the software.

Like when you magically lose a report card.

You said.

I see young jerks thinking

That retirement is far away. That's right.

When you lucky bastards reach my age,

Is that still a vague memory.

I was also going to say...

No.

Etterbakken.

Go ahead. I can't.

It's your party.

Say you're proud That you are taking over.

Okay, guys. Listen.

I am very proud to take over from him.

So do we.

You know it is.

Please.

Come on. Do your best.

On Tourancheau.

For years I have wondered

How they gave a unit to a Breton who drinks only pastis.

An eternal mystery. Thank you, Marceau.

Pros.

Thanks, Yo.

Thank you, Willy. Thanks, chief.

Tourancheau. La Tanche.

Look at him.

Bunch of assholes.

For your bedroom.

-We take a picture. -Gathering.

Done.

Like a boss and say cheese.

Aren't you staying?

-I'm going home. -Tomorrow you are free.

-Are you going to Wesley's? -No, I'm going to sleep.

Good night then.

Take care.

Will I see you tomorrow?

Love you.

Good evening.

Nanie, honey.

Nanie, I adore you. You are the best friend ever.

Lots of kisses for you.

Clara.

Who are you?

Who is the black cat?

Boris.

-What am I? -The Black Cat.

-He is. -You said it.

You show up and we get a case over the weekend.

With a hangover.

-In the countryside. -The work of the gendarme.

So you bring bad luck.

That's not funny.

-You have the evil eye. -You were on duty.

Is that normal on your first night?

You are an unlucky person.

Fred was also on duty.

Fred never gets a case during his shift. It's up to you.

Blaming a colleague is cowardly.

Show some team spirit.

Or it's because of Yohan.

New chief and boom.

Yes.

The gendarmes are irritated.

It is their territory. We don't belong here.

Why didn't they get it?

We have plenty of work in the city.

The chief said the prosecutor insisted that we do it.

He probably thinks we are better.

And it does.

-Hello. -Hallo, police.

We go by houses. May we come in?

Heard from the coroner?

He took a wrong turn. He'll be there in a minute.

Clara?

Hello?

Hello, Clara?

This is Police Inspector Vivès.

We found this phone.

Can you tell me who you are calling?

Clara who?

Are you from the police?

Yes. Answer me, please.

Clara who?

Royer. Clara Royer.

Y-E-R?

Yes.

Do you know her address?

Chemin des Terres Blanches 17. Her parents' house.

Do you have her phone?

I can't say anything right now. May I have your name?

Nanie who?

Béguin. Stéphanie Béguin.

Can you speak up?

If you want to.

I prefer that.

I hate to tell parents that their child is dead.

Autopsy and filthy things I can handle, but that...

Yes?

Mrs. Royer?

Yes.

-Hello, ma'am. -Hello.

We are from the police.

Yes...

What is this about?

May we come in?

What's going on?

Is there a problem?

Let's go inside.

Is your husband at home?

He is at work.

-Shall I call him? -We'll take care of that.

When is he coming home?

No idea. 6 p.m. or 6:30 p.m.

What's going on?

Sit down. It takes a while.

Can you tell me now?

Last night a young woman was murdered.

We have reason to...

Yohan...

We have reason to believe that it is your daughter.

What?

A girl was murdered.

We think it's Clara.

-Clara? -Yes.

She's with Nanie.

No, she was with Nanie, but didn't stay overnight.

-She's with Nanie, I tell you. -Mrs...

She did not stay overnight.

She was attacked on the way back.

What do you mean?

Nanie, where is Clara?

Isn't she there?

-I don't understand. -Sit down, ma'am.

-What's wrong? -Sit down, please.

I don't want to sit.

Look at me.

We are the police.

We think the murdered young woman is your daughter.

What do you mean? I don't.

You are lying to me.

You are lying. Go away.

Out of my house.

Nanie.

I want to see her. Where is she?

Where is she?

Where is she?

Clara.

We were together.

We had fun and we chatted.

Who knew about that night?

I don't know.

Had Clara agreed to meet with anyone when she left?

No.

No...

She wanted to go home.

Did Clara have any problems?

Conflicts with others?

No.

She got along with everyone.

She was benign.

Broken relationships?

Yes, a few.

She fell in love easily.

Recently?

No.

For the last few months she was dating Wesley.

She knew him through work.

The bowling alley in La Toussuire.

La Toussuire?

The ski resort.

Wesley who?

Fontana. Wesley Fontana.

She sent me a video.

When?

Last night. Right after she left.

May I see him?

Nanie, I adore you. You are the best friend ever.

Lots of kisses for you.

I need that video.

Something strange happened.

I informed the mother

and then I saw a picture of Clara with a cat.

I snapped shut.

I could not utter a word.

That's because you saw the corpse.

After that, it's harder.

Perhaps.

It felt like I was standing at an abyss.

I saw her mother, but my head was empty.

You froze.

It happens.

It was so strange.

I thought I was dead.

You're getting way too worked up.

You're right.

Did Clara live here?

Yes.

She didn't always sleep here.

We didn't interfere with everything.

But she lived here.

Do you know her friend?

-Wesley? -Yes.

Not very good.

Clara was discreet about her feelings.

Wesley picked her up. We spoke once.

She seemed to be in love.

Were you close?

I think so.

We never discussed intimate things, if that's what you mean.

She did that with her mother.

How would you describe her?

I am her father.

I see her through father's eyes. I would say.

Intelligent.

Yes.

And cheerful.

Setting a girl on fire.

He is a psychopath.

Perhaps a fanatic?

Something like that takes planning.

You will need a jerry can and lighter.

It's not like stabbing or strangling.

You must be crazy to think: I'm burning her.

So strangling or stabbing is okay?

No, but you can follow the mindset.

You imagine that he was rambling on.

But what was the guy thinking?

It feels like punishment.

Like an acid attack.

Remember the last one?

With acid they want to permanently damage.

Maybe he didn't want to kill.

A stupid psychopath?

Why not? And we keep saying "he.

Maybe it's a she.

Women always get burned.

Joan of Arc, witches ...

Men are beheaded, crucified or shot. Rarely burned.

Some are burning themselves in protest in Tibet.

You can't compare suicide for a cause not compare to this maniac.

That's right.

Even if women don't burn, men start the fire.

Sometimes at a barbecue.

Beard on fire, you jump into the pool and scream:

'Shit, I'm on fire.'

Finish your reports, jerks.

Sorry to ask this now, but what about overtime?

Do you write those down?

You're off to a bad start.

-How old are you? -27.

And are you already counting the hours?

It is a job, not a volunteer job.

Overtime is normal if counted.

Normal in a normal world.

You get money when the world is normal.

'Mr. and Mrs.

'Tudesque

'declare that they

'have seen and heard nothing.

'At 26 rue Jean Huguet,

'Mrs. and Mr. Vovelle

'declare that they

'have seen and heard nothing.'

Fred...

Can you do it quietly?

Yes. Sorry.

Yohan...

Does this case have extensive jurisdiction?

No. Why?

The gendarmes are empowered.

It remains our jurisdiction.

Isn't it 18.3?

No.

Okay.

Unbelievable.

I am fed up with this.

What is it?

Another problem. Now the ink is leaking.

The scrolls are stuck again.

-Did you use the rubber band? -That was my idea. So yes.

You also need the wedge.

The wedge, the elastic,

I close it, press the button

And it doesn't work.

I am an agent, not a techie. I want to print my reports.

Is that too much to ask?

Greetings to Nathalie.

Can we talk?

Of course.

It all goes to shit.

It will be a divorce.

She is pregnant.

Pregnant and you're getting divorced?

It's a mess.

We were trying to have children.

She preferred it.

I considered myself too old.

I was not against it

And I began to get used to the idea.

We stopped contraception.

Nothing happened.

I kept to myself

That it would work out.

But Nathalie didn't.

She became increasingly stressed.

She checked dates, her temperature, and so on.

She did tests.

I had to to see if it was up to me.

It drove me crazy.

And?

The fertility tests were inconclusive.

We are not infertile.

The gynecologist said that we had to be patient.

Three months back, she meets a guy.

She doesn't even hide it.

She sees him regularly.

She sleeps at home less and less often.

I am at peace with it.

I think it will blow over.

Last weekend she said she is pregnant and wants a divorce.

Imagine...

After three months already pregnant.

I was really upset about that.

It wasn't going great, but now...

The fact that it does work with him immediately....

It's not fair.

See you tomorrow.

Do you know Clara Royer?

Yes. I know her.

But not very well.

Are you not together?

Together?

-Yes and no. -Yes and no?

Her father says she does.

No, not at all.

She is an acquaintance.

When did you meet?

I don't know exactly.

A week, a month or two years ago?

Less than six months ago.

She fell in at the shoe drop-off.

I was behind the bar and to be nice

I offered her a drink.

Without ulterior motive.

And?

I was tempted.

-We had sex. -And then?

We kept seeing each other.

To be honest, Clara is...

She is not my type.

She's nice and all, but not...

This is weird. I'm talking about myself, but what's going on?

-What did Clara say? -Nothing.

She is dead.

What?

She was murdered.

You guys are sick.

Had told that right away.

-Then I wouldn't have said that. -What?

I thought.

What?

I thought she had done something.

-or had said bad things. -Such as?

No idea.

Because she was in love and I wasn't.

Why?

Here's the thing. Clara...

She was a nice girl.

But I forced myself to date her.

She kept after me

and my girlfriend and I were just taking it easy...

Did you have a fight?

No.

-As a couple. -We were not a couple.

She was in love. Wasn't she jealous?

Never.

And is your official girlfriend jealous?

She doesn't know.

Can you keep that quiet?

He is doing well.

What a romantic.

We spoke to Clara's friends and Fred is making sure

For telephone data.

Her timeline is clear.

She was home most of the time.

She watched TV and appended with friends.

At 4 p.m.

she went to a climbing gym.

We have the members.

One name appears in Clara's contacts: Jules Leroy.

Lately, Leroy was in the hall whenever Clara was there.

Including the 12th.

Interesting.

This is him.

He lives with his grandmother.

-Is he 12? -No, 21. Just like Clara.

Just like Willy with a wig.

-Your dream. -It would suit you.

And the boyfriend? Wesley...

His girlfriend confirms his alibi.

Tracking has been requested

On his phone.

And draining?

Yes, him and his girlfriend.

And his boss.

-Hello, ma'am. Police. -Hello.

We want to talk to Jules Leroy.

Yes. I think he's still asleep.

Fine, we'll wake him up.

Can you point us to his room?

Yes, come in.

Follow me.

Down the stairs.

Thank you, ma'am.

The new champion is awesome.

I love it.

I didn't realize that.

Are you covering for me?

Forward.

Yeah, cool.

That jerk got me.

Damn, I'm dead.

Jules Leroy?

Yes.

I don't know what to say.

Did you see her that day?

Yes. In the gym.

Let's start with that. Which gym?

The climbing hall.

I coached her a little bit.

When was she there?

No idea. She didn't stay long.

One hour.

From 4 p.m. to 5 p.m.

Okay. And then?

-Then she left. -Where to?

I don't know.

Did you have a sexual relationship?

Does that matter?

I ask, you answer.

If you don't answer, we note that.

Did you have sex?

That happened, yes.

Did you know she had someone?

Yes, and I have a girlfriend.

It suggested nothing.

It was easy with Clara.

We were sex friends.

-Sex friends? -Yes.

We had sex as friends.

-We weren't in love. -Did she talk about her boyfriend?

That one didn't interest me.

Did he know about you?

Ask him. It would surprise me.

Why?

She wouldn't want him to know That she was cheating.

Did she say that?

No. I don't know...

Did she never talk about him?

I didn't care. I'm not jealous.

But he does, do you think?

Yes, probably.

All the boys are jealous, so....

But you don't.

I decided not to be.

But fundamentally, we are all jealous.

Yes. So was he jealous?

Yes, probably.

What's so funny?

Sorry.

-I had to think of something. -What?

Something a friend...

Something a friend said.

Do you know how Clara died?

She was set on fire.

-I think. -Do you think so?

She was burned alive.

Go ahead, say it.

She was burned alive.

How did Clara die?

-Live burned. -Yes.

Stupid jerk.

Do you believe that sex friends thing?

Isn't it right?

Not for business, in real life.

I have to be in love to get laid.

You are the sentimental type.

He said she was easy.

No, that things were easy.

-Same thing. -Easy does not mean easy in bed.

Yes?

And you irritate me, is with three r's.

Well?

Did you like the morgue?

Great.

Did you throw up?

No.

No blows. Cause of death: smoke suffocation.

Negative tox test.

Little alcohol. No sex in the preceding hours.

Okay.

-I don't smell like.... -What?

Death. The morgue.

A little.

Go take a shower. Do you have clean clothes?

Put some down here. Ask Fred, he has extra.

Do you know Jules Leroy?

Yes.

He was in our vocational school.

Did you know that Clara was sleeping with him?

Yes.

Why didn't you say anything?

I didn't think about it.

You should have.

Otherwise, I think you're hiding something.

Aren't you protecting him?

No.

No, not at all.

It didn't seem important.

It is.

You probably know why.

If Clara had multiple relationships, I need to know.

Jealousy is a catalyst in a lot of crimes.

Sorry.

Give me all the names.

Anyone with a connection.

No one knew her better.

Gabi Lacazette.

-With a "Z"? -Yes.

Who is that?

He lives in the housing project.

He was at our school.

Clara dated him.

Right in front of Wesley.

Did she leave him for Wesley?

I think it was over When she met him.

But she said Gabi was jealous.

What else did she say?

I don't know...

She liked being seen with him.

She loved bad boys.

Were there others?

Others?

She loved bad boys. Who are the others?

Stop withholding information.

Yes?

Okay. I'll come and pick him up.

Jerome.

-What? -You're talking nonsense.

Lacazette answered my call.

Are you all right, Mr. Top Gun?

I knew you wanted to talk to me. I called the gendarmes.

Really, when?

When I heard about it, on the 14th. They said it was none of their business.

-Didn't they tell you to call us? -No.

Why would we want to talk to you?

Because of the song.

-What song? -That I wrote about Clara.

Which song exactly?

A rap about her.

-Have you not heard? -No.

I thought that's why I was here.

What is it about?

About me setting her on fire.

Why did you sing that?

She was not honest with me.

Clara was not the faithful type. She wasn't.

It wasn't easy. We couldn't go to her house.

She wanted me to treat her like a princess.

I work. Half is for my mother.

The rest to start up my label.

I can't pay hotels for a quick fuck.

Can we hear the song?

Yes, it's on YouTube.

I want you to sing it.

What, here and now?

Yes, here and now.

I can't. I need a track and a beat.

A beat? You don't need one. Can't you just do it?

Forward.

Forward.

Clara, for the record I stand at your window

With a Molotov cocktail To set you on fire

You will suffer

It's cool, I have a gun if gasoline isn't enough

You will burn in hell Prepare for the flames

I'll set you on fire Let you char

I burn you to ashes

Okay, that's enough.

-You asked "yourself. -It's obvious.

I wouldn't have done it If I had known this.

-But you did. -These are just words.

But words? Words matter.

It wasn't me.

I couldn't do anything like that.

I am not violent.

Not violent? Do you hear what you are singing?

You would burn her. You all want to burn girls.

How is that possible?

How do you get such ideas?

What if those inspired a maniac?

Have you thought about that?

Then you would be complicit.

-Should I stay here? -Calculate.

Can you let my mother know?

She worries if I don't come back.

Stick to the facts.

How do you mean?

He irritates you, but if you only talk, it's counterproductive.

-Was I counterproductive today? -A little bit.

I have to take a piss.

Marceau.

Willy says you sleep here.

It's a hassle at home with Nathalie.

No worries. I'll be fine.

Toilet, bathroom...

You can sleep here.

But don't spray everything under when you piss.

-Are you serious about this? -Yes.

I'm not cleaning up your piss.

I can aim well.

When you see the toilet at work....

There are 24 of us.

Don't just blame me.

Don't take a chance and piss sitting down.

You're pretty bad.

Didn't you know that?

Not to that extent.

Hello, this is Emilie.

I'm not here right now, so leave a message. Bye.

Honey, with me again. Can't you answer it?

I didn't care about Clara. She didn't mean anything.

Just a girl...

Marion, it's Jules. Everything okay?

Yes, with you?

I was wondering.

-Are you coming to the gym? -Good.

Okay, cool. Last time was really fun...

Call me. I can't live without you.

I'm afraid of losing you.

You are the love of my life.

This came in the mail. It's a little strange.

Thanks.

For the lead agent of the Clara case

Fred...

Come take a look.

Posted in St Jean.

If it's him, it's a madman.

That is not allowed out of the office.

I know.

I keep thinking about Nathalie.

I love her so much.

When I lie down, I hear my heart pounding.

It stresses me out.

See a psychologist.

The psychologist...

'In the lonely, old park On the icy grass

'Passed two contours together...'

Do you know it?

No.

You guys don't learn anything these days.

Paul Verlaine. C olloque sentimental.

'Their eyes are dead Their mouths limp

'And one barely hears them speak

'There on the icy grass

'Talking two minds about the past'

Rest in peace - We miss you

Nanie, I adore you. You are the best friend ever.

Lots of kisses for you.

Nanie, I adore you. You are the best friend ever.

Lots of kisses for you.

She filmed him.

What?

She filmed him.

Where?

Someone is sitting on the bench.

It could be a shadow.

No, look.

It's the bench.

He is waiting for her.

Even if they are, they are only pixels.

Come on. My balls are freezing off.

Yohan?

Are you from the police?

Are you investigating Clara's death?

Why do you care?

I watched you guys for a while.

Who are you?

Denis.

Denis who?

Douet.

I sent the lighter.

Which lighter?

A transparent, yellow lighter which I found.

Maybe the killer dumped him when he left.

Not received?

Show where you found it.

This is where I found it.

Where do you live?

Here.

What do you mean?

Here.

Why didn't we see you during our door-to-door visit?

No idea. I was here.

Perhaps your colleague thought It was empty.

-Do you live here? -Yes, it belongs to my uncle.

He tends the vegetable garden.

That's not my thing.

I don't like vegetables very much.

What do you do all day?

Not much lately.

I sleep badly, so I stay up in the morning.

I felt so bad about Clara That I smoked a lot.

If I say that, you lock me up.

Did you know Clara?

Yes.

I am one of her exes.

-An ex? -Yes.

We had sex a few times.

But we parted ways.

We saw each other less.

We were never officially together. We met secretly.

She came here when she had a fight with her parents.

I gave her cigarettes when she had nothing left.

When was the last time you saw her?

I don't know.

I can't say that.

On the night she was murdered?

No.

She was not far from here.

I didn't see her.

Haven't you heard anything?

No.

-Hello. -Hello.

I am looking for Stéphanie Béguin.

I'll get her. She's in the kitchen.

Can you tell me about Denis Douet? Do you know him?

Denis?

Yes, by face.

Had I not put him on the list?

Exactly.

Sorry.

Clara knew him vaguely.

He lives in a barn in the allotments.

Was she sleeping with him?

With him?

No way.

He's disgusting. She was disgusted with him.

Just by talking about him....

Who says so? She or you?

What do you mean?

What did she tell you?

What I said. That he was dirty.

Was he trying to hit on her?

He was a leech.

She got angry when he got too clingy once.

After that, she stayed away from him.

She didn't tell me much. I disapproved.

He doesn't work. All he does, is smoke and masturbate.

Sorry, but that's true.

Could she have had sex with him?

No.

Or she didn't tell you.

What difference does that make?

She didn't.

You don't get it. It wasn't her fault. She didn't do anything.

You ask what she did with him And with the others.

It sounds like she was a slut.

Did she have sex with them? Does that matter?

She committed no crime.

No one says that.

No one says it,

But you say she had sex.

And you ask me If maybe it was her fault.

And I give answers.

Do you want to know why she was killed?

I know, so I tell.

Because she was a girl.

That's the reason.

She was a girl.

Clara was not like that.

She wasn't like that.

Clara liked to be liked.

She always fell for the wrong one.

Maybe she rejected the bastard. I don't know.

But she was a sweet girl.

She wanted to laugh and have fun.

And I can only sick things about her.

She was my best friend.

I miss her.

Where did you buy the lighter?

I found it. I showed where.

When did you find him? How?

-I already told you that. -Tell it again.

On the 15th I went to get food and I found him by my car.

-Just like that? On your way? -Yes.

Why did you send him?

-To help. -To find you?

-What? -Did you want to be noticed?

I don't get it.

Do you know she was disgusted with you? She deleted all your apps.

You felt her contempt And wanted to punish her.

-Quiet. -You don't talk, counselor.

Punish her for rejecting you.

You are crazy.

Yes, what were you thinking?

Nothing. I could never do anything like that.

Arrange a lie detector If you don't believe me.

You will see.

So 'I went to get food on Oct. 15.

'The lighter was by my car. I sent him to the police to help.'

-Is that right? -Yes.

- "I didn't kill Clara Royer. -Exactly.

I didn't do anything.

Are you angry or is it just me?

What?

That I think you're angry.

Or am I pissing you off?

Maybe you will if you continue like this.

Okay. You're angry.

What do you mean?

Nothing.

I am angry and stressed And trying to calm down.

As you irritate me, it doesn't work.

We have a weird job.

Right?

Spare me the riddles. Say it or keep quiet.

I'm tired.

I'm just saying we have a weird job.

We interrogate people, look at stuff, listen to their phone calls

And we write reports, one thing after another.

Right.

We fight evil with report writing.

We are not fighting anything.

Not one solid clue, no proof. Not even a good printer.

It's good versus evil, with a bad printer.

It is also a region.

Where?

In Botswana.

It is also wood.

He is now a geographer.

Indicate the harissa.

Beware, that one is hot.

Why do you look so happy?

Finally had sex?

Go ahead, say it.

I'm getting married.

What?

I'm going to marry Pauline.

-Who is Pauline? -My friend.

-Are you serious? -Yes.

Are babies allowed to get married?

A real wedding by the mayor?

Yes, by the mayor.

I proposed And she said yes. It was in March.

-Is she pregnant? -No.

Not yet, anyway.

Then why are you going to marry her?

For fun.

To make her my wife, To be her husband.

And to throw a big party.

Just to party?

Yes.

Have you known each other for a long time?

-Six months. -Six months?

Wow.

We are in love.

Okay, if you're in love...

Cap it.

Rushing things is not good.

Why do you say that?

-We are clear. -Let him. He is happy.

No, someone has to tell him.

Okay, I'll explain.

Getting married and starting a family, is already a stupid idea.

For a cop your age it is suicide.

-I don't think so. -You'll see.

-I'll see. -When you run into a wall.

Not all marriages fail like yours do.

You are bitter and don't believe in anything.

It was love at first sight.

For God's sake.

You scare me. You drive me crazy.

Does she know you go to whores?

I often go to the playground to...

To see who thinks of Clara.

Maybe it's stupid...

This morning I found this.

This T-shirt.

I think it's a blood stain.

I didn't touch it.

I picked up gloves

And put it in the plastic bag.

I also took pictures.

To show where it lay.

Please.

I hope it's a clue.

The blood belongs to Vincent Caron, 31, with a criminal record.

Three years ago, he beat up his child's mother.

Triple jaw fracture, five broken teeth.

With his fists. In front of his 4-year-old's eyes.

She lost consciousness after he tried to strangle her.

She also had bruises everywhere.

Broken ribs.

After four months, he was released and he is awaiting his case.

He now lives in Mondane with a teacher, Nathalie Bardot.

-Hello. -Hallo, police.

-Vincent Caron? -Yes.

Marceau.

Go get it.

Is this yours?

This is not my house.

Can you answer them?

I use that as a stain remover.

Stain remover?

Yes.

Okay...

Your lawyer had two hours to get here.

-We begin. -He is in Lyon.

Not my problem. You refused a designated attorney.

Fuck lawyers. You don't scare me.

-Do you recognize this one? -Yes, that's mine.

And the blood?

Also from me.

-Did you know Clara Royer? -Yes.

How so?

Tutoring? We are not friends.

Well...

How did you know her?

She sent a friend request on Facebook.

We chatted a bit there.

And then?

Then we agreed.

She was shy at first, but un to stop after the ice was broken.

What does that mean?

She liked my animal side.

Can you be more specific?

We fucked hard.

-Where? -That depended.

At my friend's house when she was away.

In my car. Where inspiration took us.

Did she know about your legal problems?

Not that I know of.

But she was not biased.

-How do you mean? -That people are black or white.

-Did Vincent tell you about Clara? -Yes.

What did he say?

That they were having sex.

When did he tell you that?

In January, I think.

When we saw each other.

Did he want to make you jealous?

No, not at all.

I knew he needed others.

-Don't you mind? -No.

I knew she was addicted.

But I didn't want to force it.

Addicted to what?

To me.

I knew her from before.

I liked her.

That's why I put down my T-shirt.

-A gift. -Yes?

Yes, a gift.

I cut my arm, bloodied the T-shirt and left it behind.

Why did you wait with it?

I wanted to avoid the circus.

Did he tell you that Clara was dead?

I saw it in the paper.

When I realized it was her, I told Vincent.

-Did you think he had killed her? -No.

He was with me that night.

From when to when?

All night.

After the evening together, he stayed.

What date?

I forget now...

The evening of the 12th.

-What day was it? -I forgot.

The date, not the day?

You are trying to influence me.

I was off the following day, the 13th.

He stayed asleep.

-Did you run? -Yes.

He could have slipped away.

No.

I woke up several times. My cat was sick.

Vincent did not move.

Where were you on Oct. 12?

I was at Nathalie's house.

-When did you last see Clara? -April.

-Since then, no more? -No.

Why not?

She had met another.

-Were you angry with her? -No.

I respect other people's choices. I don't force anyone.

Are you not forcing anyone?

Did respect break your ex's jaw?

It was just an argument.

Of course.

She was hysterical and falling. I had to calm her down.

-With your fists? -No.

That was different.

Do you know that he has been accused of domestic violence?

That was an accident.

You don't know him.

-Are you afraid of him? -No.

-Is he violent with you? -No.

Why are you protecting him?

You know nothing.

He didn't do anything.

Clara's friends did not know about Vincent Caron.

She hadn't told anyone anything, not even Nanie.

Maybe she was embarrassed. The guy is insane.

She picked strange guys.

What do you mean by that?

Nothing.

Just saying.

What are you saying?

She went after freaks.

-She was not a saint. -Who is talking about saints?

Nobody. I was just saying. I don't believe in coincidences.

You don't believe in coincidence? So?

What is your idea? That she asked for it?

Is this how we find the culprit?

Am I not allowed to say what I think?

-Not if it's nonsense. -Boys...

Calm down.

I know girls who like dangerous things.

Dangerous? She was burned.

Do you know any women who like that?

I'm just saying that some women like jerks.

But you are above that.

-Where? -Madness.

You are a nice, good guy.

-Hold on. -I mean it.

He thinks he is of impeccable character.

I am worthless,

But you are perfect.

Shut up.

Just keep quiet.

Can I ask you something?

Why don't you cycle on the road like everyone else?

You keep driving in circles...

That's strange, isn't it?

You're like a hamster.

I quit.

With what?

With everything.

I'm tired of these bastards.

I only feel hatred.

This is not what I wanted to do.

I wanted to teach French.

Passing on the power of the French language.

I'll get you a sleeping pill.

We'll talk about it tomorrow.

Sleep on it for a night.

-We fucked hard. -Lived burned.

She's nice and all, but not...

I am not violent.

At my friend's house when she was away.

We had sex...

I forced myself to date her.

It was easy with Clara.

We were sex friends.

-The point is... -...my animal side....

Not my type...

-jealous. -I was tempted...

Not the loyal type.

You will burn in hell

Prepare for the flames

I'll set you on fire Let you char

I will burn you to ashes...

With Nathalie Bardot. Please leave a message.

Vincent here. Why aren't you answering?

With Nathalie Bardot. Please leave a message.

With me. Isabelle said That you weren't at work.

-Hi. -Where were you?

-Home. -And before that?

I was here.

Don't lie to me, damn it.

I was here.

Why didn't you answer, bitch?

Maybe the phone didn't ring.

I am not retarded.

You're tricking me. Stupid bitch.

We need to discuss this.

Do you hear me, worthless bitch?

I'll come over and bash your skull in, slut.

I'll kill you, cunt.

So wait for me.

Say you are waiting for me.

Okay, I'm waiting for you.

Yohan...

Marceau went to see Caron.

Damn.

-Yes? -What's going on?

I go to see Caron.

Not a good idea.

A very good idea.

No, come back.

I'll be fine.

Damn.

With Marceau. Leave a message.

Acorn.

Who is there?

Police. Open up.

-Is Caron here? -No, he's gone.

What are you doing?

Then I wait for him.

You have the same name as my wife.

Excuse me?

You have the same name as my wife.

What star sign are you?

Scorpio.

Really?

My wife is Aries.

But your names are the same.

Listen, Nathalie.

If you change his alibi, we'll make sure he doesn't hurt you.

On the evening of the 12th you woke up and he was gone.

You looked at the clock. It was 1:00 a.m.

-He came back at 4:30. -Not true.

He was there. I stood up in front of my sick cat.

Enough about that cat.

-Do you have a warrant? -Silence.

Oh, yes?

Do you like to hit women?

Do you like that?

That too? And that too?

What about this?

Go on.

What about this?

Marceau.

Stop.

Stop.

Come on.

Come on.

If he presses charges, I'll run him over.

Shut up!

Do you think I wouldn't do it?

-Where are you going? -Grenoble.

No. You ride with me. That's an order.

Marceau.

No one has to know.

Wake up. They will find out.

Will I get in trouble for tackling scum?

Are you stupid?

It is an investigation.

We respect the procedure.

I am not an idiot.

Oh, no?

If he is the killer

And he is released because of your nonsense,

I don't forgive you.

I mean it. I don't forgive you.

You know what? You irritate me.

You all irritate me.

Stop the car.

Stop.

Stop the car now.

Stop.

Inspector Vivès?

Yes.

Hello. I am Judge Beltrame.

Follow me.

Sit down.

Sorry, it doesn't look very welcoming.

I inherited 130 cases when I came here.

It's always worse than you can imagine.

But I'm pretty methodical, so hopefully I can get by with this.

I'm happy to meet you.

Emails and phone calls are nice,

but actually meeting each other is better.

I hear you are not talkative.

-Is that so? -Are you overwhelmed?

Not really.

I wanted to talk to you about Clara Royer's murder.

I was surprised to find the case at the bottom of the pile.

Underneath and tucked away in a closet.

I don't understand.

-My unit is no longer working on that case. -Yes.

Why not?

I asked the chief to hand him over. I felt a fresh perspective was needed.

After the first few weeks it became a lot harder.

It is now three years later.

It makes me nauseous, but it's over.

Clara was 21; she was burned alive.

You can't say it's over.

Even without media coverage she deserves better.

I worked hard on it.

That's why I sent for you.

Resume examination.

That's not a good idea.

I looked at the case. It is strong.

Well-constructed.

Even the reports are precise, with attention to detail.

I thought they were very well written.

Well written, but useless.

Eliminating clues is helpful.

We have not found the killer. That's a fact.

We screwed up. I don't know where.

I understand your bitterness.

But that's not the point.

I am not bitter.

They say that every detective has a case that sticks with him.

No one knows why, but that case hurts extra.

He gnaws at you Until he becomes an obsession.

It swallows you up.

Or destroy you. Indeed.

He eats you up from the inside out.

When I started in Rouen, I had a colleague.

To him, it was a missing girl whom they never found.

After 20 years, he still hadn't processed it.

I was young. I thought he was just saying something.

For Tourancheau, our old unit boss, it was a grandma

Who had been beaten to death with a pan.

She wiped up her blood before she rolled herself into the doggy rug

So she died without making a mess.

That held him in its grip for a while.

He could not discover who had wiped away the blood.

When he finally realized it,

it broke his heart.

For you, it's Clara.

It drove me crazy that everyone we talked to could be the culprit.

Maybe the killer wasn't among them. But they could have been.

That is the only way to put it into words.

Everyone she had met, even those who were not jerks.

Perhaps all the men She had never met.

I must be crazy, but I don't think we'll find him,

Because all the men killed Clara.

Something is wrong between men and women.

I am a woman.

And an investigating magistrate.

I would be blind if I didn't see that there is something wrong between men and women.

As you say.

I realized yesterday

That it is almost the day of Clara's death.

In two weeks

it is three years after her murder.

The person who committed the murder,

may feel repentance. Who knows?

Or wants to get a new kick.

I would like to tap the phones of the prime suspects.

Something might happen.

We wanted to try that after the first year.

I even wanted to to patrol the crime scene.

That was not possible due to budget.

Then another case took precedence.

That's unfortunate.

What does she expect?

That the perpetrator calls his mother And feels a sense of guilt,

the last three years?

Something like that.

Isn't this a waste of time?

The judge is hopeful, so am I.

Is she pretty?

Why do you ask?

No idea. Just like that.

That's mine.

Sorry, I meant to ask.

A gentian.

Okay.

Odd. Not a great photo,

but I am beginning to like him.

A friend sent him.

A colleague who left three years ago.

-Did he retire? -Not really.

It's complicated. He was transferred.

I heard about him. Marteau.

Marceau.

But not a mimic.

No news since his departure And now he sends this.

Without a bill. Now I print it.

On paper, not in your head.

You are right.

That's exactly it.

You were talking about

To patrol the crime scene. We do.

It's hypothetical, but worth a try.

I'll ask narcotics for the car on the evening of the 12th.

Very good.

-Something else. -What?

Her grave.

We can hide a camera at Clara's grave.

Who can provide that?

Our techies. But it's short notice.

Ask if they want to do that.

I thought of a fake tombstone To hide the camera.

Are you serious?

Is it a stupid idea?

-A little bit, but I like it. -Beautiful.

-Can you arrange budget for that? -Yes.

I've already done that.

I think I'm falling in love with you.

Don't talk nonsense.

OCTOBER 12, 2019

-Would you like some coffee? -No, thanks.

Why the felony team?

You were the best of your year, you had a wide choice.

With faster promotion.

I don't like uniforms.

I like to investigate.

Finding evidence, interrogations, matching facts...

Other agents investigate.

I mean real research.

Do you like the violent side?

Yes.

That's not "the hard part.

What then?

I've heard it's the elite.

-With evolved guys. -Is it not true?

You are less racist than most cops,

but there are plenty of jerks.

-Is it that bad? -Yes.

But I don't mean you.

Isn't it strange That most perpetrators are men

and especially men should solve cases?

Men kill and men are police. Strange, isn't it?

I don't know.

A man's world.

Do you think he will come?

He won't find much.

See.

It's going to rain.

Where is the camera?

On the grave next to it, they said.

That must be him.

Here he is.

Try turning it around.

Well?

Nothing.

An old woman visits a grave.

The Gardener. Would you like to see it?

No. Rewind forward.

A cat.

Night vision.

Another cat.

Funny. That one had white paws.

Forward. Flush.

Stop.

It's for you.

It's for you.

We have someone at Clara's grave.

Do we know him?

No, never seen it before.

Okay.

You can't be serious.

He's talking. Do we have sound?

Image only.

Hello.

Please follow me.

He sings.

In English. Not French.

But I don't know English sign language.

-Is that not universal? -No.

She translates it. Can we see that again?

Night... Angel...

Angel in the Night.

Angel in the night?

Angel in the Night.

Angel in the Night.

So what?

Come and hold me tightly.

What is that in English? Can she write it?

'Come and hold me tightly.'

Can you look it up?

There is an Angel in the Night , 1983, from The Toxic Ivies.

What do we do with this?

'Angel in the night Come and hold me tightly.

'Save me from the shadows Chase away my sorrow...'

Not a hit or famous.

Does it help?

Not really.

This angel in the night thing...

It continues to bother me.

It looks familiar to me, but I don't know why.

Maybe something can be found there.

Anything on the city security camera?

Nothing. They can't pay the provider.

No camera security for months.

Did you show the screenshot

To Clara's friends?

Yes. Nobody recognizes him.

I'll talk to you soon. Thanks.

Can you move aside?

-Wait a moment. -Please watch the door.

Forward. Turn the bench.

Caution.

Is it going well?

He is through.

Thanks, guys.

It is huge and takes up all the space.

We move the little one.

-Where do we put it? -I'll take it with me.

-Did you ask? -No.

That's a three-seater, these two. We win.

Fred, this is not eBay.

You know I need the couch.

My new house is small.

Include the microwave as well.

I found it.

The cemetery guy.

I searched comments on posts on news websites.

This was in the first article about Clara's death, with a photo.

See what is written.

You are my angel in the night

Mats.

There are thousands with that name on social networks.

With filters, I found this profile.

That's him, isn't it?

Yes, that's him.

Well done.

He is there.

Let go of me.

Were you in the St Jean cemetery on October 12?

-Yes. -Why?

To see someone. That's not a crime.

Who?

A girl who died.

Were you at Clara Royer's grave?

Why?

To pay my respects.

-To talk to her? -Yes.

Do you talk to the dead?

No. I wanted to talk to her.

What did you want to say?

-I can't say that. -No?

You will have to.

I cannot help you.

Don't fool us.

How did you know her?

-From the hospital. -Which one?

In Chambéry.

-Did you meet her at the hospital? -Yes.

Okay and what happened?

Nothing.

I thought she was beautiful.

Yes, she was beautiful.

So did you want to burn her?

-That's not it. -Then what?

Then what?

I was sad About what was done to her.

What you did to her.

I don't get it.

Did you know where she lived?

No.

Yohan...

You didn't know where she lived.

Mats was in the psychiatric ward in Chambéry.

Jerome has them on the line.

Do you mean 2016?

Thanks, I'll be in touch.

He isn't.

His psychiatrist says that he was hospitalized at the time.

He read about Clara's death and became fixated on her.

Three months ago he was still talking about her.

I'm sorry. I was so sure.

Do you believe in ghosts?

Believing is not necessary.

I think the dead are with us.

They torment us so we don't forget them.

I lost my parents eight years ago.

I thought I would die of grief.

It felt like I was was in a parallel world,

in which they lived somewhere While I was dead.

But in the end, no...

I accepted it.

Now I know that some of the dead remain with us forever.

And the important things we do , are for them.

Hi, Marceau.

Hi, Marceau. How are you doing?

Your picture hangs on the wall in the office.

I often look at it and try to fathom the mystery.

The Clara case remains unsolved , despite a tough new judge.

We thought we had the culprit, but we were wrong again.

Maybe you were right

And I am the black cat.

We have a new recruit. Nadia.

She is young, but she has something.

Ghosts do not frighten her.

I have high hopes for her.

And I took your advice.

I escaped from the velodrome.

My first goal is the Col de la Croix-de-Fer.

A descent of 22 kilometers and a gradient of 11%.

I set the bar high.

I'll let you know if I make it.

Let's hear from you.

Yohan.

This fiction film is based on true events.