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Previously, on "The Purge"...

Whoever's in my house,

you're not getting out alive.

What have I done to make you hate me so much?

You killed my wife.

I'm the one that's gonna kill you.

What about the backup chamber?

Can you extend the range on that?

‐ You built two? ‐ Just in case.

I need another favor.

Wait, he doesn't know?

He knows that I'm working with the Foundation.

He just doesn't know the endgame.

Case 20854 is now closed.

Execution will be carried out on the next Purge Night.

Let's go get our boy.

Who's going hunting with me tonight?

‐ What did you do?

Listen up... another Purge is about to begin.

Remember, there's a tagged suspect on the loose.

All right, boys and girls!

Let's have some quiet time now

and think about our feelings.

So I've been having some worries lately...

and worries can be hard to talk about,

even for grown‐ups.

That's why, in America, we have a holiday

that helps people get their worries out.

Do any of you know what it's called?

Zoe...

something tells me you know.

The Purge?

That's right.

The Purge allows grown‐ups

to deal with their bad feelings

by giving them one night to do whatever they want.

They can stay up as late as they want?

All night.

Can they kill people?

Yes, they can.

The Purge gives your mommies and daddies

the freedom to accomplish things

they never thought possible.

What if something happens to my mom

or my little brother?

Oh, Zoe.

Whatever happens...

you and your brother will be perfectly safe.

And if your mommy or daddy decide to Purge,

mm, that's their decision.

That is their right as Americans.

You know how sometimes you may want to scream or cry

or punch a pillow because you are so angry?

Well, the Purge is just like that.

But for adults only, so there's no reason...

Ben! Ben!

Ben!

It's time for lunch, honey.

What are you watching?

Blessed be our New Founding Fathers

and America...

a nation reborn.

*THE PURGE* Season 02 Episode 09

*THE PURGE* Episode Title : "Hail Mary"

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Smile, Turner.

Purge has officially started.

It's time to celebrate.

Please, Ben, just let Scott go.

This is between you and me.

You're right.

No. No, please.

Please don't do this.

Please!

Look, I get it, man.

You've been through a lot this year.

We... we could still get you help.

Oh, I know it seems scary now...

But I'm trying to give you a gift.

So here's the deal...

if you finally pop your cherry...

and kill little Scotty here...

I'll let you live.

So, either one of you dies...

Or both of you die.

Your choice, bruh.

I know it's Purge Night, people,

but remember, Esme Carmona is our number‐one priority.

Okay.

About time. Starting to wonder.

Transfer the money before the sirens,

or I will send the photos to everyone in your contacts.

Speaking Korean...

Yo, Skye.

Looks like CryptoCash is the winner.

- I'm almost in. ‐ Sweet.

Keep an eye on your event logs.

So much crime, so little space.

Foundation makes more on Purge than we do all year.

So final warning:

I think your plan's insane.

‐ Noted. ‐ But I like insane.

We'll be waiting outside for you to send the footage.

Then we'll blast it to every screen we can access.

But based on what you told me,

in order to get into the surveillance center,

I need to turn you into a ghost.

What does that mean?

You'll see.

Have you ever Purged before?

Yeah, once in college.

Wait, you have?

‐ Um... ‐ What's wrong?

Nothing, Clint.

- Uh, just... ‐ Purge jitters, that's all.

Let's go.

Hey, they got past the outer door.

‐ Look, we tried to reason with them.

If we have to fight back, it'll be self‐defense.

‐ Hey, hey, hey, they're making a move.

Do you see this?

Move.

Babe, just promise me that no matter what happens

that we won't turn into one of them.

‐ Okay. ‐ All right.

Come on.

- This place fireproof? ‐ As much as possible.

Get back!

Stay back!

We're on borrowed time in here!

They're gonna smoke us out!

Prisoners for tonight's hunt have landed.

Copy that.

Nice night for a hunt.

Come on, let's go.

What's this?

I thought we were supposed to be getting auctioned off?

Go.

Hey, what we supposed to do out here all alone?

Die. Now move it.

Move. Move.

Come on, go!

Hey, hey, we're still chained up.

How are we supposed to fight back?

They don't want us to fight back.

They sold us to a bunch of rich assholes

who want to Purge without the danger.

What?

It doesn't have to end like this.

I got a friend who's gonna get us out of here.

And how do we know this friend is gonna show up?

Ryan's never let me down before.

You got to trust me.

We all have to stick together,

or we're not gonna make it through the night, okay?

Yeah, sure.

Officers, move them forward!

Here's your head start.

Follow me. Come on, let's go.

Welcome to the hunt.

Reservation for Dixon plus two.

Thank you for your donation.

So glad we dressed for the occasion.

We paid our admission like everybody else,

so they can't complain.

Ladies and gentlemen,

we have a surprise for all of you.

Tonight's sponsor...

the Daughters of the NFFA...

have planned a special treat.

In honor of our heritage and our traditions

that trace back over 200 years...

which form the bedrock of the NFFA...

tonight's hunt will consist only...

of weapons used by our ancestors.

Wow!

‐ They got to be kidding. ‐ This is so fucked up.

Careful with this one, sir.

Here you go.

You can pick your weapon up at the coat check

on your way out, sir.

Hey, we got more firepower in the Humvee,

so let's just make do.

Yeah, but what if we have to take some of these assholes out

in the process?

It's not ideal, but I'm not gonna shed a tear over it.

- Are you? ‐ No way.

Let's make our way up front.

Thank you.

Everybody grab one.

Clint, our fight is with Marcus.

- There's other people in there. ‐ That's not my problem.

You're talking about burning them alive!

Yeah, I am.

They tried to burn you. What's the problem?

Unless you still have feelings for Michelle.

No, I don't.

If you're sending people out, we'll hold our fire!

Go check it out, Mr. Bleeding Heart.

Tell them they can send the rest out safely

if they give us Marcus.

No. No.

Clint, don't!

‐ It's okay. ‐ Jesus, Clint.

I'll go. I'll go.

That's what I like to hear.

Move.

I'll help you get over your Purge jitters.

Marcus?

Michelle?

I'm here to cut you guys a deal.

Guys, help me!

Guys, help me!

Sam!

Aah!

Please!

P‐please don't Purge me!

Please!

Holy shit!

I'm not gonna Purge you, Sam.

I was forced to pull the trigger

a lot of years ago, and that shit sticks with you.

- Pour this on there. ‐ Okay.

Okay, and then put it on that laceration.

No, wait.

Look...

This... this whole thing has gotten way out of hand.

Yeah? No shit.

Clint wants to smoke you guys out.

He won't stop until you're dead.

I hate to say it, Marcus,

but maybe it's time for us to change tactics.

Honey, if we fight fire with fire, then we lose,

and that's not who we are.

There's got to be another way.

Now...

this is gonna hurt like shit.

I told you, I'm not gonna do it.

I'm not a killer, man.

No...

But you will be.

No, please. Come on, man.

Ah, come on!

Let me go of me, man, please!

- No! ‐ No, no, no.

Oh, shit. Ben...

‐ Do it... ‐ Please don't.

Or I will fucking Purge you.

I can't, I can't... No, no, no, no!

No!

No!

You did it.

You did it, man!

Oh...

All right, Silas.

So I asked around.

Nobody knows the guy.

You sure it was him?

I'm sure.

Those are the ones that broke into my house.

Well, I sure would hate to see him

have an accident out there in the dark

on Purge Night.

I don't know. He looks pretty clumsy to me.

Might trip and shoot himself right in the head.

Ladies and gentlemen,

the festivities are about to begin.

Now, remember, mind the fences.

They're electrified.

You have an hour limit, and unlike last year,

trophies will be awarded.

Now, if you'd like to follow me to the starting line.

All right, everyone,

please remember, be courteous

and watch out for your fellow hunters.

All right, on your mark...

get set...

hunt!

‐ Oh... ‐ Faster, guys.

Stay out of the light.

We don't want guards at the door,

so we got to give them a reason to leave.

I saw Tupac live on tour in Tokyo last year.

It was almost as realistic as this.

Boom.

Well, that's creepy.

Right now you are walking down a street

near that NFFA building,

and there's absolutely no way they can tell it's fake.

Wow.

Sir, I've got another ping

on Esme Carmona three blocks away.

‐ Can we confirm positive ID? ‐ Look.

That's her.

Why the hell would she show her face?

Sir?

She's moving away. We're gonna lose her.

Yeah, okay.

Dispatch security.

Nearest team is 15 minutes away.

Send them from our building. First floor only.

On it.

Hook, line, and sinker.

Props to my deep‐fake ladies. Nice work.

‐ All right. ‐ All right, let's roll.

All right, ten minutes to the bridge.

Keep your eyes peeled.

‐ Copy that. ‐ Hey, hey, hey.

Any other hunters see us helping the prey,

they're gonna be all over us.

We got to be careful.

Oh, shit.

Who's firing at us?

Hey, we're hunters, too!

Hold your fire!

Man, you're not gonna believe this.

It's the guy from the plantation.

What? We can't lead him to Tommy.

We got to shake him. Is he alone?

He's got a friend.

Hey, let Doug and I draw their fire.

Yeah, do it while they're reloading.

Go, go, go.

Okay.

They're making a break for it.

You know what?

Screw the rules.

What is that?

Is that a tranq gun?

Paul, hey.

Paul?

Paul?

Clint, let's drop our weapons and finish this man‐to‐man.

Up against the wall. Up against the wall.

‐ Okay. ‐ Tuck in and don't move.

Oh, shit. All right, shh.

Somebody's coming. Fuck me.

‐ No, thanks. - Oh, jeez.

Did you, uh... did you lose weight?

Oh, you obviously haven't been skipping any meals.

All right, get a room.

Ah.

How'd he get the keys?

We used to be cops.

I can leave them on if you want.

Oh, no, no, I'm not complaining.

- I'm not complaining, no. ‐ Oh, thank you.

Thank you.

Go, go, go.

- Keep low, keep low, keep low. ‐ Go, go, go!

Keep moving, keep moving!

You must think I'm a sucker, Marcus.

Look, Sam is inside...

and he's safe.

I have no intentions on hurting anyone else.

You should listen to him.

He's lying.

As an act of good faith,

I'll trade Sam for Clint.

‐ No. ‐ We'll take it.

He killed my wife! You don't get to decide!

What happened to Maisy was horrible...

but you don't get to endanger my husband

or the rest of us.

‐ No. ‐ That's right.

You said we had to do this ourselves.

Goddamn traitors.

All right, I'm coming in.

Come on.

Sam.

Are you okay?

‐ I got you. ‐ Come on.

Yeah.

A few more blocks.

Should still have a couple minutes

until that security team returns.

Just get me as close to a back door as you can.

- Can you go around? ‐ Mm, yeah.

Careful!

Thought this was supposed to be man‐to‐man.

It is.

He's clean.

You've got all the guns, and I've got none.

That appears to be the case.

Have a seat.

So...

how do we get past this?

You think it's so fucking easy.

No, I don't.

You can never make amends, Marcus,

You know, you're right.

When two people promise...

to grow old together, they should get to.

And I wish...

that I can change that...

but I know I can't.

But look, Clint...

this violence...

it's... it's not gonna solve anything.

They say Purging

is supposed to make you feel better.

Nothing's gonna make me feel better

about losing Maisy.

So what's the goddamn point?

We can start from a clean slate...

you and I.

Thank you. Thank you, man.

Let's open the door

and let them know we worked this out.

Michelle! Michelle!

You took away the only person I ever loved!

So I took away yours.

Do it!

- Purge me, motherfucker! ‐ Fuck you!

Do it! You know you want to do it!

Watch him!

Marcus!

Marcus!

Hey, baby.

I'm sorry.

Baby...

Her lung is collapsing.

Get me my medical kit and as many towels as you can.

‐ Okay, okay. ‐ It's okay, baby.

It's gonna be okay.

See?

It all comes out with a little dish soap.

Here, dry off your hands. We'll be ready to go.

"Go"?

Yeah, we're gonna go out and Purge together.

Got to stay sharp.

Here, have some water.

Got to stay hydrated.

Lot of hours left.

I'm so glad we get to do this.

Don't worry.

The more you Purge,

the less afraid you'll feel.

Come on, drink up.

You ready?

Yeah.

I need... I need a mask.

Oh, you're right.

I almost forgot!

Got to have one of your own.

There's got to be one in here somewhere.

Perfect.

Son of a bitch.

‐ Hold on. ‐

‐ ‐

Are you kidding me?

‐ Please be advised... ‐ Come on.

The security protocols will be disengaged

during the reboot.

Everyone, hey, listen!

Stay calm, please.

The system will reboot in 60 seconds.

We're fine.

‐

Come on.

Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on.

Oh, God.

Oh, shit.

Turner...

Okay.

Look, there's nothing else I can do for her here.

She needs blood and a permanent air valve.

‐ The hospitals are closed. ‐ I know where to take her...

- the triage centers. ‐ We can't just drive around

all night looking for 'em, Marcus.

No, it's okay. I know where they are.

They ask the doctors every year to volunteer,

- and every year I say no. ‐ Let me help you carry her.

No, no.

Whoa, whoa, whoa. No, you guys stay here, okay?

With Clint of commission, the house is secure.

- Everything is safe. - No,

‐ no way. - You really think we're gonna

- let you do this alone, Marcus? - No.

The only question is, your neighbors gonna let us

off this street?

We'll see about that.

Hey!

I am unarmed!

I thought I made peace with Clint...

But he stabbed my wife in cold blood.

She never had anything to do with it,

but he didn't care.

I had the right

to purge Sam...

and Clint...

but I spared their lives.

Now, I'm getting in... in that truck.

You can stop me,

but my wife's blood is on your hands.

Now here's your chance.

You want to Purge me, Purge me.

This isn't over.

Yes, it is.

Turner...

What's up, guys?

Welcome to the party.

Uh, hey, no...

No, hey, hey, I'm... I'm with you.

No, no, hey, look...

I'm on your team. I'm like you, see?

It's okay.

Now that you're awake,

you can answer some questions.

First you break into my house.

Now you show up on Purge Night.

What the hell do you want from me?

You were just a random target.

Tonight was just bad luck.

Uh‐huh.

So, you're telling me

that... my brother died for nothing.

Eat dirt, motherfucker.

I'm in.

The system reboot has everyone distracted for a bit,

but you have to move fast.

Yeah, I'll see you in five.

Better make that ten.

Okay.

‐ Ryan! ‐ Ryan!

Ryan!

Who's got eyes on Ryan?

‐ I got nothing. ‐ Me either.

Ryan!

Oh, shit.

- Oh. ‐ You see him?

You see him? ‐ Ryan! Ryan!

Right there, right there! ‐ There.

‐ Ryan! ‐ There he is.

Grab him. Get him on that side.

Be careful, be careful.

Pull him up!

Oh, shit.

Ryan? Ryan?

- He's not breathing. ‐ Oh, fuck.

Turn him over on his side. Come on.

- Come on. ‐ Open his mouth.

Ryan? Ryan?

You're not dying that fucking easy, Ryan!

Breathe!

Let's go!

Oh.

All right.

You know, I thought you guys came here to rescue me.

So what's the plan?

Drive around all night until Purge is over?

No, we still got work to do.

What are you talking about?

I thought the heist was bust 'cause of Ziv?

Ziv's dead.

I had to kill one of her guys before Purge started.

Then you're dead

unless we get you out of the country tonight.

Not without our money.

‐ And where is that? ‐ The Jackals have it.

The Jackals? What the hell?

Ryan tipped them off.

Why would you do that?

So they would steal the money from Ziv

while we got you out of prison.

That's not half bad.

I mean, it's crazy, but I'm not complaining.

There's still time. Let's go get our money.

You in?

Let's go be thieves.

Hang in there, babe.

- We're almost there. ‐ She okay?

‐ Look out, look out! ‐ Oh, shit.

Oh, shit.

What you want to do?

Come on, come on. He's still alive.

All right, watch his neck. ‐

We're taking you to a triage center.

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