The title gives away the opening minute, but almost nothing about what follows.

Anthony Templet's confession is the start of a story that punches at your heartstrings and has you rooting for a murderer.

The documentary is restrained where it could have gone sensational, letting the facts do the work. It’s devastating in a quiet, cumulative way, building a picture that’s hard to shake long after it ends.

Careful, deeply human, and quietly furious—this is less about a shocking act and more about everything that made it possible.