The Purge: Anarchy

How is everything, Mr. Sabian?

- Great, as always.

- Good.

You get home now, Eva.

It's getting late.

Stay safe.

Yeah. You, too, Mr. Sabian.

Traffic is building rapidly downtown,

as citizens rush to get home

before commencement.

If you're not Purging, we advise you

to get off the streets

as quickly as possible.

It'll soon be a war out there.

Prognosticators estimate

that more people

will partake in this year's Purge...

Sabian's gone. That's it.

What is she waiting for?

Why doesn't this b*tch let us go?

Hey, calm down.

We got plenty of time.

You girls up to anything fun tonight?

I might kidnap Eva this year.

Hope that's okay with you, mami.

It's getting late.

Hope to see you

all tomorrow. Stay safe.

Okay, stay safe.

Finally. Stay safe, Mrs. Crawley.

Eva.

Need a ride home?

I'm fine, Carlos.

Stay safe.

Bye, Carlito. Stay safe.

If he asked to take me home,

I'd accept that ride, girl.

He's a dog.

Oh, I like that dog. I would

walk the sh*t out of that dog.

But that dog doesn't want

anything to do with me,

he wants to sniff your ass.

- You're disgusting.

- It's true.

You're really gonna ask her tonight?

I have to.

I can't afford his

medicine much longer.

All right, good luck.

Stay safe.

Stay safe, sweetie.

Okay.

Both the people and the

government wanted the Purge.

The New Founding Fathers

came into office...

Were voted into office by a

country who wanted change...

This new regime took advantage

of the nation's fear.

I'm glad we took the back roads.

The highways are probably

a mess right now.

Yeah. We'll be there in no time.

Yeah.

What are you looking at?

Nothing. Just, you know, stuff.

Are you okay?

Yeah. I'm fine.

You sure?

You don't need to keep asking me.

My name is Donald Talbot.

Our regime was voted into

office nine years ago.

And the first order of business

was to deal with the

epidemic of crime

that was plaguing this nation.

The answer was the Purge.

You need some protection tonight?

You need something?

Hey, man, we running out of...

Hey, that Purge tonight,

y'all know what time it is.

Hitting them in the face

ain't gonna work no more.

You need something powerful.

How you doing, buddy?

Use your hands, man. Just use

your hands. Don't even worry about it.

Hey, sweetheart, how you doing?

How you doing?

You gonna need something

for protection tonight?

- No. No, I'm good. I'm good.

- UZI? Beretta?

Look, on the cheap-cheap.

Or a blade to cut your man's throat?

Whatever you need.

We take any kind of payment.

Eva!

- Hey, Diego.

- What's up, girl? How you doing?

- Good. How you doing?

- Yeah? Everything's great?

No, it's not great. I'm tired...

Oh, it could be better.

Take me up there with you tonight.

Get a little protection.

You know what I'm saying?

- Come on, now.

- I'm cool, Diego. I'm good.

You sure you don't

want no protection?

- Huh?

- No, thanks, Diego.

I'm the man for the job.

You know what I mean?

We've lost our souls

to attain this peace.

We no longer worship

at the altar of Christ,

Muhammad, Yahweh.

We worship at the altar

of Smith & Wesson.

We, the people, know not what we do.

Horseshit.

Where'd you find this lunatic?

I saw his protest posters all

around the neighborhood.

He lives here, Papa.

He's just like us.

Now, shush. Please listen.

He's not a lunatic.

The Purge is not about

containing crime to one night,

and cleansing our souls

by releasing aggression.

It's about one thing. Money.

Who dies tonight? The poor.

We can't afford to protect ourselves.

That's enough.

I can't listen to this crap.

He's as full of sh*t as they are.

No, he's right. Come on.

They're keeping the population down

by getting rid of people

like us to save money.

- Talk is cheap, Cali.

- Mmm-hmm.

He may be right, but he

won't do anything about it.

Home.

Hey, Daddy.

Don't "hey, Daddy" me.

Where have you been?

We're less than two hours

until commencement,

and you're out gallivanting.

Gallivanting? I was

picking up your medicine.

Even worse.

A waste of time and money.

Christ, Eva, I told you

not to get this stuff.

I'm tired of listening

to this every day.

It does nothing... I'm not taking it!

- You're taking your medicine.

- I'm not taking it! No, I'm not!

- Yes, you are!

- I'm not taking it. You're taking it back.

Oh, my God, really?

Can we stop?

Look, Papa, maybe it doesn't do

anything, but can you just take it?

For me?

Okay.

We'll lockdown and then we'll

eat after commencement.

Count me out.

I'm gonna take a long nap,

and don't bother me.

I'm gonna try to sleep through

this godforsaken holiday.

Look, I'm sorry I'm so grumpy, girls.

I hate this night.

Please, forgive me.

You drive me crazy.

Uh...

Make sure you lockdown everything.

I'll take care of my room.

I love you both.

Very much.

I know.

That was weird.

It must be the night.

Yeah.

I'm gonna take a quick shower,

and then we'll lockdown.

Okay, wait. How did things

go with Mrs. Crawley?

Did you get the raise?

God, what a b*tch.

Well, did you at least

make a good argument?

Did you say everything

that we practiced?

I'm sorry, baby.

Yeah.

I want to tell her, Shane.

Hey, did you hear me?

I said I wanna tell your sister...

Yeah, I heard you.

I just don't feel like telling her.

Why?

Because as soon as you say

it out loud to another person,

then it's irreversible.

Do you have the keys?

Yeah.

Handy?

Right here.

Can you unlock the car, please?

It's unlocked.

No, it's not.

There.

Let's just get in the car.

What the f*** was that all about?

I don't know. He didn't tell me.

You know, we don't have a whole lot

of time before commencement, Shane.

All right. We'll be fine, I promise.

Yeah.

I've been calling.

Why didn't you pick up?

What do you want?

You can't go out there.

You know how dangerous it is...

You need to go. You need to leave.

It's late.

Don't do this.

It won't make you feel any better.

Go with your new husband,

and your new family.

Leave.

Just stay safe.

You, too.

Whatever happened to

"Give me your needy,

"your tired,

"your huddled masses

yearning to breathe free"?

The redistribution of wealth upward

through killing has to stop.

We must pick up arms.

This year, we will fight back!

Jeez, that guy freaked me out.

Did not see him coming.

I thought we decided

it was irreversible.

No, you often decide

things on your own,

and then pretend that

they were a joint decision.

You often agree with me,

and then a week later say,

"I don't remember doing that."

So, you're calling me a liar?

And you're calling me a bully.

Just say you changed your mind,

not that we didn't come

to a joint decision.

This is the exact...

See, this is exactly why

we need to tell your sister

that we're separating.

You're right, it'll make it real,

but I think we need to make it real.

Maybe I don't wanna make it real.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

What the hell is that?

The power steering's gone.

What do you mean

"the power steering's gone"?

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