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After the terror attacks in France in 2015,

the state of emergency led to police searches being carried out

24/7 without any judicial control.

Ready to go?

I'm dead tired.

It's the last one.

- Let's go. - Yeah.

I need to leave my kids a message.

You'll be home before they wake up.

4 AM

- How you doing? - Hi. Who's in charge?

OK, I'll let you know. Bye.

- Fuck, I asked for uniforms. - There's just us.

- We can go, we've been at it all night. - It's OK.

Someone's coming.

It's your lucky day!

Over here.

Come on.

Stand back.

- Where are you going? - Home.

- And where do you live? - 2nd floor.

Your ID.

Hurry up.

Thanks.

BS810 for TN67.

Go ahead.

Wanted file verification.

Maliga Nyemb. November-Yankee-Echo-Mike-Bravo.

September 18, 1996.

Nothing.

Let's go.

Look after her during the search.

Fuck.

Come with me, it won't take long.

I'll take those.

Let's go.

Be careful not to slip.

Police!

- Come on. - What are they doing?

Nobody lives there.

The neighbors will show up soon.

Keep an eye on her.

Come here, you.

Come on.

You got the wrong door.

Police!

Nothing!

Check the rooms at the back.

- What's going on? - Get back!

- Who are you? - Don't move!

Lakhdar!

Vincent!

- What's going on? Are you OK? - Yeah.

Go on.

Come on, get up!

Get back.

- It's the police. - You get back!

Hey, chill. Shut her up.

What do you want with the old men?

- We won't be long. - Pain in the ass!

- It's a search. - Every day!

Hey, it's 4 AM. You need a warrant.

Miss, please...

- We don't need a warrant... - What do you want?

- Get off! - What's your problem?

They've smashed everything up.

They got the wrong door!

Enough.

- My shoes are outside. - Screw your shoes.

- Where's Mohand? - What about Mohand?

You know him!

My friend needs his meds.

- You have no right. - Yes, we do. Where is he?

- You work for him? - No.

We never see him. He's in prison.

What? Mohand is in prison?

Since when?

Your colleagues arrested him a month ago.

- You sure? - Yes.

Fuck... Shit!

Take them in the living room. Let's finish up here. Get out.

Go on! Watch them.

- Are they radical Islamists? - Let me do my job.

Vince, come with me.

- Do we take them in? - No... I don’t know why we’re here...

- Hurry, I can't hold them. - I know.

- We'll file a complaint. - Yeah, sure!

Mr. Sabri, are you OK?

Are you alright? Are you sure?

Come with me.

- Don't touch me! - Come on.

- Who are they? - Pensioners.

They live here for half the year for their residence permits.

OK, and who's Mohand?

Local drug lord. But they don't know him!

They just rent this place from him.

About time!

They've done nothing.

- You're here for narcotics. - Yeah.

You're abusing the anti-terrorism laws.

The chief of police is OK with it.

- Pity the guy's already in jail. - "Pity"?

Relax, we didn't know.

- Lakhdar! - Calm down.

What's wrong?

We'll deal with this.

- What is it? - He's bleeding.

Shit!

Just calm down.

- Why's he bleeding? - He takes anticoagulants.

Calm the fuck down!

- Why didn't you say so? - I did.

BS810 for TN67.

He needs his treatment.

- We need medical assistance. - This is bad.

23 Rue Fontaine.

Help is on its way, sir. Calm down.

I told you...

This text brings into common law

exceptional measures of the state of emergency: searches, house arrest...

There is a lot of damage, the front doors are destroyed.

The state of emergency is a trap and an addiction.

This law is marked by a clearly colonial coloration.

The executive is given completely excessive powers.

People who approve it don't think that one day they might be its victims.

Subtitles: J. Miller