The Night of the 12th (La Nuit du 12)

Each year, the French police open more than 800 murder investigations.

Nearly 20% remain unsolved.

This film relates one of them.

THE NIGHT OF THE 12TH

GRENOBLE, POLICE HEADQUARTERS

OCTOBER 12TH, 2016

9:36 PM

Speech, speech, speech!

Yes!

I love you, guys.

But I won't miss your mugs.

Especially those in my unit.

Yohan, Jérôme, Loïc, Willy, Marceau,

Fred.

I'll miss filling out forms

and the screw-ups with the software.

Like when you lose a 15-page report by magic.

You said it!

I see some young jerks thinking

retirement's far off. It's true.

But when you lucky guys reach my age,

it'll be just a memory.

I also wanted to say...

No!

You fucking pains.

Go ahead, I can't do it.

No, it's your party.

Tell them you're proud to take over.

OK, listen up, guys.

I'm proud, very proud, to take over from him.

So are we!

You know it's true.

There.

C'mon, make an effort!

To Tourancheau!

For years now, |I've wondered

how they gave a unit to a Breton who only drinks pastis!

An eternal mystery. Thanks, Marceau.

Cheers!

Thanks, Yo.

Thanks, Willy. Thank you, Chief.

Tourancheau! La Tanche!

Look at him!

You little cunts.

For your bedroom.

- Let's have a photo. - Gather round.

Ready...

At ease and say cheese!

3:07 AM

You won't stay?

- I'm going home. - Tomorrow's your day off.

- Meeting Wesley? - No, I'll sleep.

Good night, then.

Take care.

See you tomorrow?

Love you.

Good night.

Nanie, babe.

Nanie, I adore you. You're the best friend ever.

Loads of kisses for you.

Clara.

Who are you?

Who's the black cat?

Boris.

- What am I? - The black cat.

- It's him. - You said it.

You turn up and we get a case on a weekend.

Hungover too!

- In the sticks. - Doing the gendarmes' job.

So you're bad luck.

Nothing to smile about.

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

Is it normal on your first night?

You're jinxed.

Fred was on duty too.

Fred never gets a case when he's on duty, so it's you.

Blaming a colleague sucks.

Show team spirit.

Or it's Yohan.

New unit chief and wham!

Yeah.

The gendarmes are pissed off.

It's their turf. We shouldn't be here.

Why didn't they get it?

We have enough work in the city.

The chief said the prosecutor insisted we take it.

He must think we do a better job.

And there's some truth in that.

- Hello. - Hello, police.

We're going house-to-house. May we come in?

Heard from the medical examiner?

He took the wrong exit. He won't be long.

Clara?

Hello?

Hello, Clara?

This is Captain Vivès of the police.

We just found this phone.

Can you tell me who you're calling?

Clara who?

You're the police?

Yes. Answer me, please.

Clara who?

Royer. Clara Royer.

Y-E-R?

Yes.

Do you know her address?

17, Chemin des Terres Blanches. Her parents' place.

You found her phone?

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

Nanie who?

Béguin. Stéphanie Béguin.

Can you do the talking?

If you want.

I prefer it.

I hate telling parents their kid's dead.

I can take autopsies, the gross stuff, but that...

Yes?

Mrs Royer?

Yes.

- Hello, ma'am. - Hello.

We're from the police.

Yes...

What's it about?

May we come in, please?

What's wrong?

Is there a problem?

Let's go inside. It's important.

Is your husband in?

No, he's at work.

- Shall I call him? - We'll see to it.

When is he due back?

I don't know. 6, 6:30.

What's going on?

Sit down, it'll take a while.

Can you tell me now?

Last night, a young woman was Killed nearby.

We have reason to believe...

Yohan...

We have reason to believe it was your daughter.

What?

A girl was found murdered

and we think it's Clara.

- Clara? - Yes.

She's at Nanie's place.

No, she was at Nanie's, but didn't stay over.

- She's at Nanie's, I tell you. - Ma'am...

She didn't stay over.

She was attacked on her way home.

What are you saying?

Nanie, where's Clara?

She's not here?

- I don't get it. - Sit down, ma'am.

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

I don't want to sit down!

Ma'am, look at me.

We're the police.

We think the young woman killed is Clara, your daughter.

What do you mean? It's not true!

You're lying to me!

You're lying! Get out!

Get out of my home!

Nanie!

I want to see her! Where is she?

Where is she?

- Where is she? - Calm down.

Clara!

It was just us girls.

We had fun, chatted...

Who else knew about the evening?

I don't know.

When Clara left, was she meeting someone?

No.

No...

She wanted to go home.

Did Clara have problems?

Conflicts with others?

No.

She got on with everyone.

She was good-natured.

Any romantic break-ups?

Yes, quite a few.

She fell in love easily.

Anything recent?

No.

These last few months, she was dating Wesley.

She met him at work.

At the bowling alley in La Toussuire.

La Toussuire?

The ski resort up above.

Wesley who?

Fontana. Wesley Fontana.

She sent me a video.

When?

Last night, just after she left.

May I see it?

Nanie, babe, I adore you. You're the best friend ever.

Loads of kisses for you.

I'll need this video.

Something odd happened to me.

I was informing her mother