Original subtitles

- Previously on "The Purge"...

This doesn't have the same weight it used to.

- It's a new world out there.

I chose to adapt. - Well, so am I.

The banks put the money in the air.

We can take it before it ever leaves the ground.

Can you get us to the vaults

that get loaded onto the airplanes?

- You do know how to dream big.

- Jammer's in place.

[device beeps] [electricity crackles]

- Somebody put a bounty on your head.

- Cases like these, it's someone you know.

- Ivory Road, it's a trading post

for illegal activity.

- Have you Purged before? - Yeah.

- There's nothing to be ashamed of.

- [grunts]

- This is that missing farmer stuff you've been following.

- Heatstroke the cause of death.

- I'm looking for Olivia. [gasps]

- Olivia's case has been closed.

The coroner ruled it a suicide.

- Well, that's not right.

- I know your sister was troubled.

- How do you know about my sister?

[intense music]

[horns honking, indistinct chatter]

[women speaking Portuguese]

- [speaking Portuguese]

Ah, "Dirty Harry."

Make my day, partner. [squelches]

[dramatic music]

♪

[suspenseful music]

♪

- Can you hear me okay?

- Loud and clear. Don't waste time.

Just get to the safe, plant the device.

♪

- Good morning.

This way, please.

♪

Wait here. The Barkers will be right with you.

♪

- Ah, Mr. and Mrs. Barker.

So good to meet you.

- Hi. - Hi.

[clears throat] The brushwork on this is magnificent.

- Family heirloom.

Just had it refurbished.

- Late 1800s, am I right?

Lovely composition.

I'm guessing the painter was, uh, plein air.

- I miss Tommy. - Tell me about it.

- Uh, well, shall we?

- Shall we what?

- Assess the items in your bank safe.

- We don't need to go up there.

- We have our own people for that.

- Here is an itemized list of its contents.

Current value.

Total's right there at the bottom.

- But the bank sent me personally to do an appraisal.

- Easy visit for you, then.

- Oh, shit.

- I'm not sure this list is going to be enough for my boss.

- If it's not, have him call me.

[tense music]

Or I can just talk to him next time we play golf.

♪

- Of course.

- We'll call you when it's ready for pickup.

♪

- Thank you.

- Good-bye, now.

♪

- I got a good price on these.

- I scheduled some range time with the instructor on Sunday.

- Oh, thanks, babe. - Mm-hmm.

- PI changed the meeting. They want to meet at 5:30.

Does that work for you?

- Uh, yeah, I'm good.

Grab a bite after? - Sure.

- Maybe, uh, somewhere nice,

like date night.

- Oh, yeah, you're right.

It's been a while. I'm sorry.

- No, Marcus, no.

You're dealing with so much right now.

You don't have to apologize.

I was just thinking it could be good for us

to try and remember what it's like

to feel normal, you know?

- I want that too, yeah?

[cell phone chimes]

- [sighs] Oh, maybe you should answer that.

What if it's the investigator?

- Yeah.

♪

- So, uh, you ladies go out on Halloween?

Scare up some trouble?

- Kelen made me do a "Harry Potter" thing with her.

[both laugh] - I made you?

You wanted to.

- I just stayed in, read a book.

Boring, I know. - No, no, I love books.

I'm finally getting around to some classics, actually.

- What are you reading?

- Um, I'm halfway through

Dr. Updale's "Foundations of the Experiment."

Unauthorized.

I'm kind of a history buff.

- NFFA history? - Yeah, it was a best seller.

The part about giving in to your worst urges

as a form of military service is just...

[imitates explosion] Wow.

- Didn't she kill herself

after creating the first Purge Night?

- No, that's been debunked.

She died Purging.

- Well, you would know. - [laughs]

I can recommend some books if you want to look into it.

I have most of them back in my dorm.

- Uh, maybe. - Yeah?

- Uh, Andy, get us some refills?

- Sure.

All right. - Thanks, man.

- I'm so sorry.

This was Ben's idea.

- What? Why are you sorry?

- Because we hooked her up with a weirdo.

It's basically like listening to Bobby Sheridan.

Everything is about the Purge.

- Is that what you think?

- Honestly, I would have already left,

but I don't want to end up on his hit list.

- I don't trust him.

He just feels off, you know?

- He's been cool to me.

- Well, you tell him it's not gonna work with Bonnie.

- Fine. - All right.

Two diet Sprites for the ladies.

- Thanks. - Mm-hmm.

What'd I miss?

[indistinct chatter]

[phone rings]

[computer beeping]

- Esme.

- Uh, yeah, what's up?

- Do you have those stats yet? - Stats?

Yeah, uh, no, I-- I'm working on it.

- Okay, um, I need them in an hour.

- Sure thing.

[dark music]

♪

[door clicks open] Hello!

- [speaking Spanish]

- [speaking Spanish]

♪

- Sofia, get out here!

[knocking]

- What do you want?

- I don't understand Spanish. - [laughs]

What's going on with you? Come on, help me clean up.

- You're not Amá. Stop trying to be.

♪

[door slams]

- Hey, what is this?

Oh, perfect.

What the fuck are you doing? What are you not telling me?

- Nothing. - "Nothing"?

It's always nothing with you.

♪

- Remember that night that Amá was at the hospital?

The night that she-- - Yes, I remember.

- She told me that Apá was sick

and that sometimes he gets sad.

- Well, he's depressed.

- Why does he get to be the only one who's hurting?

- That's not fair. I am hurting too.

[stammers] Is that why you're taking these?

- I don't know.

- What's wrong?

Talk to me. Come on.

- Ow.

♪

- What's that? Show me.

♪

What is this from?

Huh?

♪

What?

- They're from Apá.

♪

- [exhales shakily]

♪

Oh, my God.

♪

How long?

- You believe me?

- Of course. How long?

♪

- It started right after Amá died.

The more he drinks, the worse it gets.

♪

And I'm the only one here now.

You're the one who got to leave.

- Oh, God, no.

♪

We're getting the hell out of here.

Get your stuff.

♪

[keys clacking]

- I pulled the architectural plans for the Barker house.

- What's our time frame?

How long do we have to get Sara's jammer in place?

- It's gotta be back at the bank in a week.

- That soon?

- Well, usually the Purge vaults

don't ever leave the bank.

The only reason these two got home delivery at all

was NFFA connections.

- Okay, okay, let's back up here.

Now we're talking about breaking and entering

off-Purge?

- Well, that was always plan B.

- Okay, well, I'm still on plan A: nothing illegal.

That's the whole reason

why we got Tommy's guy on in the first place.

- Hey, "Tommy's guy" is getting you access

to a safe that's gonna be on the Purge Night plane.

- Okay, well, you were supposed to get the jammer in it.

We get caught doing this, it is a crime.

- As long as we're unarmed it's a minor offense, level Y.

- Heist is fucked if we don't try this.

- Well, the heist will be fucked if we're in prison.

- Guys, this house, it's hidden from the street.

There's minimal cameras. I'll play lookout.

- We gotta find our window.

It's a big property, probably have staff working.

- Every Saturday, they go and play golf.

No groundskeepers that day either.

I'm telling you, I did my research.

- I could follow them and radio when they get back.

- See that there?

That--that's the kind of creative brainstorming

that we need right now.

- Doug, why are you okay with this?

- 'Cause I wanna be done with this kind of work.

This is our only shot at pulling this off.

- We need to get in that safe,

or we have no way to stop the planes on Purge Night.

It's now or never.

[suspenseful music]

♪

- Marcus Moore.

Albert.

- So what are you looking to score?

Oxy like everybody else on the site?

- No, no, no.

Call me old-fashioned.

I'd rather enjoy the emotional highs and lows of daily life.

- So, uh, what, then?

- I read your story.

It stuck with me.

- Right.

So can you get me a name?

- I can.

♪

But names have consequences,

and they come at a price.

- So how much do you want?

How does this work? How do I pay you?

♪

- Let's just say there are a lot of people

who require a doctor.

♪

[knock at door]

- [sighs]

[lock slides]

[soft music]

♪

[door slams] [lock clicks]

- Did you take the route I asked?

- Yeah, I know how to be discreet.

[lock clicks]

Looks like you do too.

Most of the Foundation figured

you were a government trap.

- So why did you respond?

- I have a good sense for people,

and I closely examined as many of your personal accounts

as I could access.

We've never had someone on the inside before.

♪

- This is everything I got so far.

Olivia Hughes was murdered.

I just need your help to find proof.

- If I can get you proof the NFFA killed this girl,

the Foundation's gonna wanna blast it wide.

- Good.

Her family deserves to know what happened to her.

♪

Hey, wanna meet me for lunch today?

- Nah, I'm tired. I didn't sleep.

- You have therapy tonight, right?

- Not going.

♪

- [speaking Spanish]

Sofie, come on.

You have to try.

Dr. Adams told me you've stopped trying.

- She's not supposed to tell you that.

Thought that was private.

- Well, you're a minor in an extreme case of trauma.

She has to tell me. - That's it.

I'm done whining to some stranger.

- You need help that I don't know how to give you myself.

You're going to see Dr. Adams tonight.

Hmm?

You're going tonight.

♪

Okay.

♪

[cell phone buzzing]

♪

- [groans] Leave me alone.

♪

[cell phone chimes]

[tense music]

♪

[cell phone buzzing]

♪

- Let's get to work.

♪

- Welcome, Miss Parker. Enjoy your day.

- Thanks.

♪

- Got eyes on target.

Work fast.

♪

- We all clear?

- Confirm the alarm is deactivated.

[lock clicks]

♪

- In and out as quick as possible.

♪

Get in position.

- I will look out this window until you tell me not to.

♪

[gun cocking] - Hey, he as a gun.

- It's just a precaution.

- Hey!

♪

Give me the gun or lose your cut.

♪

Hey, this is it.

[doorbell chiming]

[jazz music playing softly]

♪

- Hey, what are you doing here?

- I have a patient, needs your services.

- Listen to me.

I thought you wanted me to lose a bill or something like that.

This is way beyond.

This is my house.

- We had an agreement, Marcus.

You want the name or not?

[suspenseful music]

- Okay.

- Open the garage door.

You don't want your neighbors to see this.

[gunfire]

[men shouting]

- Mm! - Really?

- Dude, you can't just send your dudes on me like that.

- Yeah, I can. Whoo!

- Annihilation complete.

- [whines] - There it is.

[laughs] You're such a lightweight.

You should drink every time we play.

- I'm not even drunk.

- Hey, so, um, she ever say anything to you about me?

- Who? - Bonnie.

You think we clicked, right? - Dude, forget Bonnie.

Kelen said she's getting back with her ex.

- [sighs]

What'd I do? I was nice.

I asked questions.

- Oh, well, maybe you could, like, play it cool more

and don't bring up the Purge stuff so much.

- So, what, act all ashamed of myself,

like you do? - No, I don't.

- You tell your girlfriend what you bought for Purge night?

- No, but I've been reading that book

you were talking about by the woman who created the Purge.

- Yeah? It's great stuff, right?

- Mm-hmm, it says we're animals born to hunt.

- Yeah.

We shouldn't let these fucking college girls

make us feel like shit about doing what man was meant to do.

- Right.

You ever think about how weird it is that, like,

we have to wait all year round to Purge?

Like, how can something be good one day and wrong the next?

- Exactly.

[suspenseful music]

- You see on the news about that farmer

they found off Highway 90?

- Kind of. Wait, um, heatstroke guy.

- Yeah, but it wasn't heatstroke.

- How do you know?

- Because I was there when it happened.

- What?

♪

- I was there.

♪

- Wow.

I just...

Wow. [chuckles]

Um...uh, that's intense.

♪

If anyone found out, you'd get arrested.

♪

Why would you do that?

♪

- No, I was joking, man.

I was fucking around with you.

- Oh, okay.

♪

- You--you believe me, right?

- Uh, sure. Yeah, of course.

♪

Um...

♪

I'm gonna get you some water to sober up.

♪

[head thuds]

♪

[blade slicing] [grunting]

♪

[blade slicing] [shouting]

[grunting]

♪

- [grunting]

♪

[indistinct chatter]

♪

[alarms blaring]

- Attention, students.

Evacuate the dormitory. Evacuate the dormitory.

- Everybody out. Let's go. Let's go.

[blaring continues] - Aw, for real?

- Attention, students.

Evacuate the dormitory.

- Dude, let's go!

- Single file. Let's go.

[tablet beeping]

- It's gonna be tougher than I thought.

Might take a minute.

- Doug, how we looking?

- Clear on my end.

[knocking] [gasps]

Hey, fellas.

- Sir, are you a member here?

- I'm just waiting on some friends.

- What friends? - The Johnsons.

I just got here a little early.

- Johnsons.

All right, why don't you go ahead and come with me

while you wait for them, huh?

- Come on, there's not really a reason for that, is there?

- Well, I'll tell you this, sir.

You can either come with me,

or I can call the police and give them your license plate.

- All right, I'm coming.

[car door beeps]

Let's see if we can get this all sorted out.

[car door slams]

[tense music]

♪

- [groaning]

- Clock's ticking, Doc. What's the verdict?

Is he gonna make it?

- He's gonna need this amputated

if you don't let me do my job.

- That bedside manner needs work, Doc.

- [groaning]

- Okay, he has compartment syndrome.

That's why his limb is inflamed.

Okay, I just gotta drain it. It's nothing.

- [groaning]

- How did this happen?

- Don't ask questions, Doc.

♪

- [groaning]

♪

[shouts]

♪

[cell phone chimes]

♪

[grunting]

♪

[keypad beeping]

[locks whir and click]

♪

- All right, jammer's in.

♪

- Okay, put everything back as it was.

Don't want them knowing we were in here.

They'll search and find the device.

♪

- [whistles]

♪

- Sorry, guys.

♪

Must have got the wrong golf course.

Won't happen again.

- Yeah, be sure that it doesn't.

♪

- Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit.

Shit, shit, shit.

♪

[gunshot]

[body thuds]

- [gasps] - [grunts]

♪

- Shit, their car is gone. Did you hear me?

They're on their way back now.

They're on their way back!

- You think it was Carl?

Shit.

- Get out of there now. They're on the move.

[car engine revving, tires squealing]

♪

- Who was it?

- I couldn't see his face.

- Can't see it now.

♪

[door creaking]

♪

[keypad beeps, lock clicks]

[doors slamming]

♪

- What's happening?

- They're locking us in.

♪

[alarms blaring]

- Everybody out.

- Attention, students.

Evacuate the dormitory.

- Hey, do you know what's going on in there?

- Some asshole pulled the fire alarm.

- When can we get back in there?

- I don't know, man. Not soon.

Apparently they gotta check the whole building.

- Evacuate the dormitory.

[doors whirring and slamming]

♪

- Whoever's in my house, you're not getting out alive.

We're coming to get you.

♪

[door thuds] [all grunting]

[blow lands]

- Moving.

- I got high left.

♪

- Ten o'clock!

[gunfire]

- Inside!

[doors slamming] Block the door.

♪

Come on. Get that.

♪

Get back.

♪

- Fire department coming through.

[alarms blaring]

- Attention, students. Evacuate the dormitory.

Evacuate the dormitory.

[indistinct chatter]

♪

Attention, students. Evacuate the dormitory.

Evacuate the dormitory.

♪

[both grunting]

[slamming]

- We didn't steal anything!

And no one else needs to get hurt!

Lift the security and let us go!

Don't make me shoot you! - Stand aside.

[gunshot]

- Damn it, how did this go to shit so fast?

[both grunting]

They're not backing away. We gotta call somebody.

- Who the hell you gonna call?

- Cops.

- All right, keep it clean.

I'm gonna give you this old doxycycline prescription

to prevent infection

and ibuprofen for the pain. - Thanks.

- Whose van is that, babe?

- Put your hands above your head.

- Hey! - [gasps]

- Put the gun down! That's my wife!

- Marcus? - Don't be afraid, Mrs. Moore.

Your husband and I had a deal.

He was smart enough to keep his end.

[suspenseful music]

♪

I always deliver what I promise.

♪

Let's go.

- [grunts]

♪

- What the hell did you do? [door clicks open]

- Hey, what I had to do.

They got us the name. [door clicks shut]

The person who tried to Purge me.

- Oh, my God.

♪

- Sam Tucker.

Wait a minute.

♪

Sam Tucker. Doesn't he live around here?

- [sighs]

- Babe.

- [exhales sharply] - Babe?

What is it?

♪

What?

♪

- We had an affair.

♪

[alarms blaring]

[suspenseful music]

♪

[door slams]

- [whimpers]

[breathing heavily]

♪

- If I could take it back, I would.

- Do we have any bleach?

- Please. - I said do we have any bleach?

- Just hear me out. I'm trying to apologize.

- For fucking someone else or trying to Purge me?

- I didn't!

Marcus, I had no idea he would do anything like that.

- Yeah? You sure?

'Cause you were out of the bed

before the assassin broke in.

- Babe, no!

I didn't know about it. I swear to you!

Sam and I, we--we haven't talked in a long time.

- How long?

- I broke it off last summer.

- Yeah, you did. - Yes!

I don't wanna be with Sam. I wanna be with you.

- Well, you got a funny way of showing it.

- I was lonely, okay?

- Well, come and talk to me. Tell me.

- I tried to, but you were at work.

You're always at work!

- So what do you want me to say?

That I forgive you? Because I don't.

- I thought you'd never find out.

I--I hoped you wouldn't.

- That's what's even more fucked up.

You were gonna keep this to yourself?

Even after the last Purge?

Babe, I could have died, and you weren't gonna tell me?

- I don't wanna lose you. - Lose me, Michelle?

I can get Purged because of what you did.

- So there's been no indication that they've spotted you

in the system, right?

- Look, they have people whose only job

is to detect intrusions.

We just have to hope that I'm better at hiding

than they are at seeking.

- Okay.

♪

♪

♪

She ran away because of what you did.

♪

You ruined her life.

[siren blaring]

- Esme.

Esmeralda.

[speaking Spanish]

- [speaking Spanish]

- [speaking Spanish]

- Esmeralda! [speaking Spanish]

[whimpering]

[distant gunfire]

[speaking Spanish]

[dog barking]

[distant clattering]

[speaking Spanish]

[banging on door]

[speaking Spanish]

[banging on door]

- Okay.

- [speaking Spanish] Esmeralda!

[engine revving]

[speaking Spanish]

Esmeralda! [car horn honks]

[speaking Spanish]

- [laughing]

Ah.

- No, no, no! Esmeralda!

[speaking Spanish]

- Looks like someone don't love you, old man.

- Esmeralda!

[shouting]

Esmeralda!

- That's okay. - No!

- We love you! - [laughs]

- [screams] No, no.

No, por favor!

No, no, no! - [laughs]

[banging] No!

- [grunts] - No!

- [laughs] - [grunts]

♪

- We would like to come down to the station and press charges.

- Your statement is fine for now, Mr. Barker.

We'll be in touch if we need more.

- Thank you.

- Let's go. [indistinct radio chatter]

- [grunting]

[tense music]

[car door slams]

[car engine revving]

♪

- This is how we die, isn't it?

♪

- Grant. Williams.

Long time, no see.

- What the hell, Ryan? You called her?

- You're in a lot of trouble.

Breaking and entering, attempted larceny?

I'm your savior here.

Finally realized we can help each other.

- How's that supposed to work?

- You cut me into whatever you're planning.

Must be worth a lot to warrant today's risk.

Or I take you both in right now.

- Let them go! - Hey, freeze!

- Right now! - Put the gun down!

- Doug, put the gun down.

- What? - You heard me.

♪

I called her.

♪

Stand down.

♪

You have a deal.

♪

- Let him go.

- Copy.

♪

- From now on,

you don't make a fucking move without running it by me first.

♪

I'll be in touch.

♪

[car door slams]

[keyboard clicking]

- So, uh, did you take this job

so you could infiltrate the system?

- Uh, nope.

I actually believed in what I was doing.

- Spying on innocent citizens?

- In order to keep them safe.

Or so I thought. [scoffs]

- Look, I don't think I can go any further

without triggering an alert.

- What do you mean?

There must be another way.

- Maybe if I could get some direct link into the system,

but I'd need you inside the building for that.

It's too risky to try off-Purge.

- No.

No, we cannot wait that long.

[static buzzing]

[tense music]

My phone is off.

Let me handle this.

♪

[static buzzing]

♪

♪

- [gasping]

- Attention, all students may return to their dorms.

The building is now safe.

♪

- [breathing heavily]

♪

- Going down.

♪

[elevator bell dings]

♪

[all screaming]