- Previously, on "The Purge"...
- Every year, the Purge gets worse.
- [hollers]
- More chaos in the streets, more Jackals, and now Tommy.
- What are you saying? - It's not worth the risk.
- I'm sorry. - Turner!
- No! - Don't leave me!
- No, no, no! - Ben, what happened?
- I Purged.
[both grunt] [hollers]
- What happens on Purge Night stays on Purge Night, okay?
- Yeah, Purge Night. - So who's Drew Adams?
- [gasps]
- You know I can't have you tag and track someone
from your private life, so take some time off,
then let it go.
- These--they belonged to Professor Adams.
Whatever she was researching, it was important to her,
so I'm just asking you to help me.
- The money was never supposed to be in that bank.
Trucks move the rest to a private air strip in Overton.
This is the score to fund the rest of our lives.
- The vast majority of domestic Purges
are committed by the spouse...
but in my line of work, cases like these,
it's someone you know.
[dramatic music fades to rousing national anthem]
- Remembrance Day is here again,
and we here at the NFFA
wish a safe and happy holiday to every citizen
who has a loved one sacrificed for the Purge.
This weekend is a time to honor and celebrate
those great martyrs who gave their lives for our country.
- Thank you for your sacrifice.
- Take time this holiday to remember:
there is no greater act of service
than to give your life for our great nation.
While we all know the Purge
keeps our nation safe and strong,
it's not without cost.
[device beeps]
So today we also celebrate the families,
the mothers, fathers, sisters,
and brothers who have made the ultimate sacrifice.
♪
So if you see someone wearing that yellow flower,
give them a handshake, a hug. - [blows]
- Buy them a cup of coffee to thank them
for what they've given up for our country.
♪
After all, it's the American thing to do.
[dramatic music]
♪
[knocking on door]
[foreboding music]
♪
[pounding on door]
- Oh...
♪
Who is it?
- Darren.
- Come in. - [panting]
- What's wrong? Are you okay?
- Yeah, um...
Look, I only got a few minutes.
I found this archived at the university library.
Professor Adams had filed it
under a completely different study.
She was trying to hide it.
- Physical copies...
like the ones I found at her place.
- Less likely to be leaked or hacked.
- [sighs] - These are the test subjects.
No names, just numerical IDs.
- What was she studying them for?
- Violence addiction.
So those brain scans?
They show that violent acts can light up
the pleasure centers of the brain like a drug,
especially those in the younger generation--
those who grew up with the 28th Amendment.
If people could be addicted to violence, well,
then that goes against everything the NFFA is saying
about releasing rage and all of that.
- [sighs, stammers] Well, uh, hold on,
I've seen the data.
Outside of Purge Night,
violent crime is the lowest it's ever been.
- Right, but how much of that data
is actually manipulated by the NFFA?
- We have no proof.
- Wait, wait, just-- just hear me out, please.
What if that data's been falsified?
Think about it: if Professor Adams is right,
well, that means the Purge
could be making people more violent.
- Well, we don't have much to go on, do we?
These are the people who would know more,
so we should talk to them.
- The studies are anonymous.
I have no way of contacting these people.
- I do.
Facial recognition.
If they're a level G or above,
we tag them, and we can track them.
- So you're saying if I blow a stop sign,
then that gives the NFFA reason to watch my every move?
- If you're within camera range, yes.
- Look, that--
that just gives the government
more reason to suppress dissent.
Think about it: they're lying about the Purge.
What else could they be covering up?
That data suggests
that the Purge is making people want to kill more--
not just on Purge, but every day of the year.
The NFFA won't just allow that sort of data to get out.
♪
Just be careful.
[sinister music]
[heavy metal music playing over headphones]
- [grunting]
♪
- Hey, Ben.
- [hollers]
[wails]
- [grunting]
[man singing indistinctly]
- Hey, Ben!
♪
Come check this out. - [panting]
- The search for the beloved berry farmer
who went missing nearly three months ago
came to an end last night
when police found his body off Highway 19.
- Babe, we really--
- Wait, this is that missing farmer stuff
you've been following. Do you want to see?
- After completing their forensic examination,
authorities have released the cause of death:
heatstroke.
These hot summer days,
residents should take extra precautions
and drink plenty of liquids.
- That's so awful.
My grandparents used to live out that way.
- Babe--babe, I gotta run an errand before the party.
Can I meet you there?
- Sure.
[uneasy music]
But, hey...
this being Remembrance Weekend and all...
how are you doing with all that Purge stuff?
♪
- Much better now.
♪
[Velcro rips]
[drawer slides]
[door closes]
- Oh, God, happy Remembrance Day.
Susan just stopped me outside.
She wants us to swing by their barbecue today.
Please don't make me go alone.
- Babe, I'm sorry, I can't.
The investigators got us a lead.
- On the truck? - No, on the actual assassin.
- But, wait, it was-- he's just a guy
who answered an ad, right?
We need the person who hired him.
- I know, but look, this guy lived
on the street that I grew up.
That can't be a coincidence.
Whoever put out the hit
could be connected to my past.
- [sighs] So you think someone
you grew up with could be behind this?
- Baby, I don't know, but the old crew might.
Tonya's having a get-together today,
and it might be good for me to go around there
and to show my face.
I'm gonna give Darren a lift.
Maybe I can get some information.
- Tonya, huh? - Babe, come on, don't start.
- I have been saying we should look closer at her,
and now the assassin lives on her block?
- Right, but me and Tonya-- we have a lot of issues,
but I know her.
She is not capable of doing anything like that.
[tense music]
- Okay, I hear you.
♪
- Mm, looks like Doug's getting into position now.
[indistinct chatter]
- [sucks finger]
Jammer's in place.
- This thing gonna work?
- I sure hope so.
[suspenseful music]
[device beeps]
[static crackling] [electricity crackles]
♪
- Somebody know what's going on?
♪
- Well, it works.
♪
[indistinct chatter]
♪
[computer chirping, beeping]
[foreboding music]
[computer chirping, beeping]
♪
[computer beeping rapidly]
♪
[rousing patriotic music playing over speakers]
- Welcome to Purge U.S.A. Store.
This Remembrance Day, we're proud to offer
the best prices and the greatest selection
on all your Purge Night needs.
During our Remembrance Day sale,
we offer you unmatched discounts.
No credit? No problem.
From torture and maiming to cleaning and disposal,
all of our friendly, experienced employees
can answer any questions you may have.
♪
- You have to ask them to open it at the counter.
- Thank you for shopping Purge U.S.A. Store.
We blow out so you can blow 'em away.
- These are behind glass, but you can carry that around?
♪
- Yeah, I guess so.
- You know how to use it?
- Sure.
You know how to use one of those guns?
- No, I was looking for this.
- You like that up-close kind of shit, huh?
- [laughs]
- Dude, have you Purged before?
- [weakly] Yeah. - Yo, right on!
[laughs]
- [laughs]
- You don't have to whisper it, though, dude.
There's nothing to be ashamed of.
♪
- My girlfriend would kill me if she knew I was here.
- Yeah, my roommate is a total dick about it, too.
[metal scraping] Ah.
I'd put him on my list for next year,
but, uh, he lets me copy his o-chem tests, so...
- You at Cooke?
- Yeah, just started my junior year.
You?
- Same.
- Can even walk across the quad without some anti-Purger
spouting off some bullshit rhetoric.
[items clatter]
But out in the real world...
there are way more people like us than them.
Trust me.
♪
- Hey, I'm headed to a party. You wanna come?
- No, thanks.
I'm not into that whole, uh, Remembrance Day thing.
Mm-mm.
- Well, are you into Remembrance Day drinking?
♪
- Yes.
Yes, I am.
♪
[rousing pop music playing over speakers]
[indistinct chatter]
♪
[brooding music]
[kids cheering]
- [exhales sharply]
- Marcus, where are you?
- Hey, hey, hey, hey, I'm here.
- It starts in ten minutes.
- Wait, wait...
[indistinct shouting]
[stammers] Baby, hold on, hold on.
[sinister music]
♪
- Marcus?
Marcus?
Marcus, are you there?
- Yep, I'm here. - Hurry up.
- Okay, I just parked. I'm running in right now.
♪
[TV chattering]
♪
- Yo! [laughs]
Look who decided to finally join us.
- Hey, just in time. - My soldier!
[laughs] - Papa!
- Hey, you!
What'd you do today? - I was hammering nails.
- Hammering nails? - Yes.
- Why was he hammering nails?
- Shit, man, like I can stop him.
Tonya said it was fine.
- I thought we were gonna have
to send out a search party for you.
- Babe, work was just-- - Yeah, it was crazy.
Yeah, I know. You'd think on Purge Night
you could make an exception for me, huh?
Come--hi. - Do you think it's ready yet?
- Let me see. I think it's perfect.
Can you start feeding the little ones for me?
And make sure they sit in the center of the room
away from the windows. Thank you, baby.
Come on, let's go.
All right.
[kids cheering, chattering]
[computer beeps]
[foreboding music]
- Olivia Hughes.
♪
[elevator dings]
- [exclaims, stammers] Sorry.
- Everything okay?
- Uh, all good, just late for something.
[phones ringing]
[phone ringing]
♪
- Hey, uh, I'm with family right now.
I can't really talk.
- Darren, every person on that list is dead
except for one: Olivia Hughes.
There's no way that's a coincidence.
- And now? - I'm going to her place now,
see what I can find. - Whoa, whoa, hold on.
Are you sure that's a good idea?
- I'll be fine. We'll talk later, okay?
- All right, bye.
- I--I have some brandy squirreled away.
- We're good, Mom, thanks.
Okay, let's run this plan.
- Okay, before the sirens,
we use the jammer to disable the plane's electronics.
- And we need a short window
so they don't activate it back up.
- Ten minutes? - Yeah, that's good.
How you doing on the guns and the gear?
Can you get us on the tarmac?
- Two weeks ago, an old buddy from SWAT
gave me a good deal on an armored Humvee.
The airport's perimeter has one weak link.
It's a 12-feet reinforced chain link.
Just enough to punch an armored Humvee through.
- You know, we've still got one major problem:
how are we gonna get the jammer on the airplane?
♪
[mellow blues music playing over speakers]
[indistinct chatter]
- Hey, hey, young man. - How are you, sir?
- You want some, baby?
- Please.
- Hey, Mama.
- Hi, go eat, please. - Did you save me a plate?
- Yes, six, six.
- Stop it! - Ooh, that's spicy!
- Marcus, you still like your beans fried
and your chicken without skin?
- Hey, Tonya. - [laughs]
- How you doing?
- It's been a minute.
- Yeah, it's been a while.
Thank you. - Mm-hmm.
[indistinct chatter]
- Um, just came to see how everybody was doing.
- Yeah.
- I, um--I heard you're killing it.
- [laughs]
- Got the graduation rate way up there this year.
- You saw that, huh? - Of course.
Yeah. - It's been good.
And it's been bad. [sighs]
We had a rough Purge.
We lost Noah.
- [sighs] I grew up with him.
Tonya, why you didn't call me?
- I just figured you were busy.
[indistinct chatter, cheering]
Enjoy your food, okay?
♪
[foreboding music]
♪
[all gasp] [indistinct chatter]
- All right.
Everybody, just get this light on.
- All right. - Hold on.
Everybody just be cool.
- It's no power. - Can I see that?
- All right, it might just be--
- Will you hand me that flashlight?
- Here you go. All right.
- Okay.
Everybody stay still.
Everybody's good. [glass shatters]
- [screams] - Hey, everybody move!
Away, away from the windows! Come on.
Come along, come along. - Move the kids!
- Get away from the door. Everybody stay together.
[glass continues shattering]
- Mom, it's all right. - Shh.
[power tool whirring]
[people screaming]
♪
- Go! Everybody get back!
[indistinct shouting]
♪
- Get back behind the table! Move! Move! Move!
[chainsaw whirring]
♪
[tense music]
- Everybody okay?
- Yeah, Ma. - Yeah, yeah.
♪
- Drop your guns! - [quavers]
Okay. [groans]
- This fucker distracted us. - Okay.
- He must have come through the back windows.
- Stay right here. Go, go, go.
- Everybody just-- just stay back!
- Listen, I'm telling you. You so much as scratch--
- Marcus, stop. - Drop your guns!
- All of you do what the boy says, okay?
Marcus, Marcus!
Put it down. Put it down.
Now listen to me, Eli...
- Shut up. You don't know me.
- Eli Coleman.
I could pick out your voice
across a schoolyard of screaming kids
and I recognize your Air Force 1s, okay?
I know what this is about. - You don't know shit.
- This is 'cause I called you out--
- Shut the fuck up!
You embarrassed me in front of the whole school!
- Hey, hey, hey, hey.
Hey, I've been this angry, son.
I know what you're feeling, but this?
This is not the way. All right?
- It's Eli?
Listen, whoever told you
that Purging gets you what you want, they lied.
- It's the law.
- Hey, the people in this room could help you
more than any law ever could.
- You don't have to do this.
[suspenseful music]
- You hear me?
You with me? [gasps, sighs]
- You don't have to do this.
Please, give me that. Give it to me.
- Yeah, hey, hey.
You've got family here, okay?
That's not something you just throw away, all right?
♪
Okay.
Okay, okay, okay.
[indistinct chatter]
[no audible dialogue]
♪
[foreboding music]
[keys jingling]
♪
[tires squealing]
♪
- Hey, what's good, Andre?
- Hey, now.
- Yo.
- Hey.
You think I don't know?
- What are you talking about? - You son of a bitch.
Huh? - Marcus, what are you doing?
- Marcus! - Hey, hey, hey!
- Marcus! - Dad, Dad!
- Marcus! - Huh?
- Let go of him! - Stop it!
[overlapping shouting] - Marcus, stop!
- You tried to run me down! - What are you talking about?
- Is that why you're here today?
- No, he tried to Purge me! - Whoa, stop--
- Hold on, hold on. No, he didn't.
Look--look, look-- - What's that?
- It's nothing. I don't know.
- The Jamaican flag right there and the roof rack
with the spotlights!
You didn't mention any of that, did you?
I can't believe you came here today for that.
- Come here. Give me a second.
- I came here...
♪
I'm sorry.
- Nice to see you, too, Marcus.
- I said I'm sorry.
- Out of control, man.
- You go clean yourself up, okay?
[tense music]
- Shame on these two.
- All right, y'all, it's fine. I'm sorry, y'all.
Go on, we good.
- Even if we could get access,
tampering with an aircraft is a level R crime.
- But what if we don't put it on a plane?
We put it in the money.
- We'd have to get it in the vault
before they loaded it up.
- Okay, do one of us have enough time
to get a job at the bank?
- New employees wouldn't have access.
- Has to be another way in.
Look, I told my family this would be the last time.
Gotta make it count.
- Tommy?
- Yeah, banks were always Tommy's job.
- And he spent all those years
building those personal connections.
- Then we need Tommy.
What are we gonna do?
- Say no to the Purge? - Mm-hmm.
- Cheers. - Hey, guys.
- Hey. - Say no to the Purge?
- Cool.
[pin clatters]
- It's a party, not a peace march.
- Have fun on the wrong side of history, assholes.
[peppy pop music playing over speakers]
- Hi, what was all that?
- What's up, Sad Town?
You are too soft, Benny. [laughs]
♪
- God, that guy is being a real dick today.
- Hey, Kelen.
- Can't believe you're friends with that guy.
- I probably shouldn't be.
He ditched me on Purge Night. - Wait, what?
- Yeah, left me for dead.
- Dude, if he did that to me, I'd Purge him.
- Someone you know personally?
- Best thing I ever did was make a list
of all the people who made my life miserable.
- And you Purged them? - Some.
When an asshole pisses me off, I start making my plan.
Watching my targets all year,
just knowing how easy it would be
for me to end them keeps me sane.
♪
Come on, imagine choking that guy out, Ben.
Seeing the look on his face when he figures out
he never should have fucked with you.
[distorted audio]
♪
- You make a good point.
♪
[passing engine rumbling]
[uneasy whistling]
♪
[distant chatter]
- Hey! - [gasps]
- The hell you think you're doing?
- Oh, I'm looking for Olivia.
- So am I. Her rent's late.
- When was the last time you saw her?
- I almost never see her. She works nights.
- I work for the NFFA.
I need to get into her apartment.
- Look, whatever she's into, I--I'm not part of it.
I'm happy to help the NFFA.
[door opens] [keys jingling]
- Olivia?
[sinister music]
♪
[fly buzzing]
♪
[dramatic music]
♪
- So you think someone did this to her?
- I'm telling you, the latch was broken.
- Haven't seen a B & E for six years,
let alone a murder.
- The window was pried open. Go look for yourself.
- How did you get into the apartment?
- [stammers] Uh, the manager let me in.
Uh, we have cameras on Benton and Marine.
They might have caught something.
I'll check the footage when I get back to the office.
- Look, here's my card.
Feel free to send me whatever you can find on camera.
- Yeah, uh, thank you.
[radio chatter]
[buzzer buzzing]
[indistinct chatter] [metal jingling]
[buzzer buzzes]
[tense music]
♪
[buzzer buzzes]
♪
[buzzer buzzes]
♪
[warm music]
♪
- Hey, thank you.
Tell Aaron I said hey, okay? - No problem.
Five minutes, and the camera's back on.
[buzzer buzzes]
- [laughs] - [sighs]
- How the hell did you arrange this?
- Oh, I've still got a few friends left over
from the days on the force.
- Oh, "friends."
The kind of friends who accept large cash bribes?
- Those are the ones that stick around.
It's good to see you.
I've been checking in on Lisa and the baby.
They're good.
♪
- So...
what's the job?
Come on, Ryan, you don't have to feel guilty.
I know you're not gonna risk showing your face
to a bunch of prison guards just to say hi.
- You know it's not always about the money, right?
- I know.
- I need a big score...
something to get Sara and Doug out of this business.
- How big?
- $100 million.
- That's "get the fuck out of this country" kind of money.
- That's the idea...
but we're stuck.
- Of course you are. You don't have me.
- I need a bank employee with vault access.
♪
[metal clangs]
- I know a guy...
Carl.
He might be able to get you in at Southern, but...
[sighs] Real loudmouth,
and he can be erratic.
[keys jangling, metal clangs]
- Plan changed.
I need to walk you out of here right now.
- Shit, hey. - Go.
Please tell me you put a file in here,
or at least some porn.
- It's nothing that's gonna get you in trouble,
but I figured you could use some good reading.
[buzzer buzzes]
[door clangs]
♪
[indistinct chatter]
[echoing chatter, laughter]
- Yeah, and it's even better in person.
It's the Garden District.
No, stop.
[both laugh]
It's pricey, but once my attending salary kicks in,
everything is gonna change.
[tender, melancholy music]
- What if I don't want it to change?
- We gotta be safe.
- More bedrooms and a view of the river.
That's not gonna make us safe, baby.
- I had to kill someone, Tonya.
Every year, it's getting worse around here.
A kid put a knife to your neck, right?
And he could have killed you.
- But he didn't, okay?
And that's because we stood together.
'Cause all these people here-- that's our community.
That matters.
- Right, and they always will be.
Just-- - I'm sorry.
I'm sorry, this just-- it's not...
it's just not what I want.
- Okay.
All right, so we find a place that you like.
♪
- I'm not just talking about the house.
♪
That's a hell of a homecoming, there, Marcus.
- Yeah, sorry.
- Yeah.
- Look, somebody hired an assassin to Purge me.
- What? Come here.
Come here.
Why didn't you tell me?
- Look, whoever did tried to run me down
in a truck just like Andre's.
- There are a thousand assholes out there with that truck.
- Do you know that the assassin lived
a few blocks away from here?
And that is not random.
Let me show you this.
Do you know him?
- No, I've never seen him before.
But a while back, there was some guy
that came around asking about you.
- "A while back"-- like, when, exactly?
- Last summer, like, way before Purge.
- So can you--you remember? Can you describe him?
- ♪ I have something to tell you ♪
♪ Something that you won't like ♪
[indistinct chatter]
♪
- Stop! Jerk, get off of me.
I said leave me alone!
♪
[music, chatter echoing]
[dark music]
♪
- I'm sorry. - No, don't leave me!
[distorted audio]
♪
[muffled pop music playing over speakers]
[sinister music]
♪
- [weeping softly]
♪
[sighs] Door's closed for a reason.
[sniffles]
I hate this stupid fucking day, man.
♪
[weeping softly]
♪
I got this today.
It's my brother.
I guess he had me down as his emergency contact.
- Why didn't you tell me he got Purged?
- Because...
I left you to die.
I keep thinking, what if he was out with friends,
and what if they abandoned him?
[somber music]
God.
[sighs]
♪
I am so fucking sorry, Ben.
We shouldn't have gone out that night.
I shouldn't have left you like that.
♪
- I lived. - [sniffling]
♪
What is that?
- Oh, uh, I was cutting limes downstairs.
- With a hunting knife?
- Is that weird?
- [laughs]
So weird.
Come on, I'll show you how to make a drink
like a normal person.
- Yeah, I'll be down.
- You're gonna miss the party. - I said I'll be down.
Jesus.
- [sighs] Hey.
- Hey.
- So, how'd it go?
- Um, this guy came to Tonya's house last August...
Asking lots of questions.
- Did she know who he was?
- [sighs] She had no idea.
[tense music]
I guess he was, um, tall, brown hair.
♪
Not much to go on.
♪
[sighs, clicks tongue] This fucks with my timeline.
[sighs]
♪
I mean... [clears throat]
Most everyone that we're looking into
I had contact with more recently.
I mean, who the fuck did I piss off last summer?
Anyway, I'm going to tear down the suspect board, start again,
so don't wait up.
- Okay. - I'm gonna be a while.
♪
- [scoffs]
♪
[sighs]
[sinister music]
♪
- Say no to the Purge?
♪
- [screams] - [hollers]
- Have fun on the wrong side of history, assholes.
♪
[computer chirps] [keys tapping]
[tense music]
♪
[computer chimes]
♪
[muffled heavy music over speakers]
♪
- Tommy's friend? [laughs]
Crazy dude, that guy.
He's always up for a--a good time.
It's too bad he's, uh, in the clink,
'cause, uh, nothing good ever happens in there,
am I right?
So...
are you, like, planning a heist on Purge Night?
- No.
- What, then?
Because I am done
with Tommy's baby shit little freelance gigs.
I want in on a score.
- Can you get us to the vaults
that get loaded onto the airplanes?
- How did you hear about those?
- And I need access before Purge,
and it needs to be legal-- at least, as legal as possible.
- You do know how to dream big.
- Can you do it? - [laughs]
Probably not.
[suspenseful music]
- You get us where we need to be
and I'll cut you in on the score.
- [laughs softly]
That is the motivation I like.
I'm--I'm on it.
Okay... [laughs]
Man, you should really-- you should really come in here.
[laughs]
They make a mean gin fizz,
and if you show them one of these,
you get a free lap dance.
I just use the same one every year.
- Listen, I want to be really clear with you.
If you stay in line, you're gonna get very rich,
but if you fuck around-- if you do anything
to put any of my crew in danger...
I'll kill you.
♪
[indistinct chatter]
[phones ringing] [keys tapping]
[computer whirring, chirping]
[sped-up audio whirring]
[computer chirping]
[foreboding music]
[mouse clicks]
♪
[keys tap] [computer chirping]
♪
[mouse clicking]
♪
[keypad beeps]
[line trilling]
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- This is Detective Estrada.
- Hi, Officer, this is Esme Carmona.
- [sighs] What can I do for you?
- Um, there's a problem with the footage
from Olivia's building.
- Olivia's case has been closed.
[sinister music]
- What?
- The coroner ruled it a suicide.
- No, that's not right.
- I know your sister was troubled,
so what happened today may be hard for you to accept.
♪
- How do you know about my sister?
- The case is closed. Thanks for your call.
♪
[indistinct chatter, laughter]
[funky pop music playing over speakers]
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[suspenseful music]
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[girls giggling, chattering]
♪
- All right, bye, y'all. Happy Remembrance Day.
- See you later. - Bye.
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