
The Purge: Anarchy Page #6
It's about to get nasty.
Hey.
We gotta go.
Look at me.
He's gone.
Come on.
I wanna Purge.
Look, we'll take care of her.
Are you sure?
Go. We got it.
Come on.
I'm sorry.
Here, take it.
Get ready to bleed, rich b*tches!
This is our time now!
Get out of the car.
Leave the keys and get out
of the car. Get out of the car!
Oh! Oh, God, no!
- No, don't shoot me. No. No, don't shoot me.
- Look at me!
- Please, don't shoot me.
- You don't deserve to live, you piece of sh*t.
You remember me, okay?
You remember me.
No!
Now, run.
Run! Run!
Faster!
Look, it's almost over.
No, there's still time. I can make it.
I can make it.
There isn't much time left
in this year's Purge.
Get out there and make
yourself better citizens.
God be with you all.
You want to tell us
what we're doing here?
Do you see that house on the corner?
The owner of that house
killed my son 12 months ago.
Nicholas
was coming home from school,
and he swerved off the road.
That bastard's blood alcohol level
was three times the legal limit,
but, you know, he got off
on a technicality, so...
Him and his wife and
his two little kids,
well, they live in that house,
happily ever after.
Two weeks ago, I came here
and I disabled his back barricade.
That's what we're doing here.
I want you both to stay in this car,
do you understand me?
I don't want you to move.
You'll be safe.
- It's almost over.
- Don't, please.
Let go of my arm.
You can just stay here with us.
- And we can drive away and it'll be fine.
- Let go of my arm.
Let go of my arm.
No, please. I know. I'm so sorry.
I'm so sorry about what
happened to your son.
Let go of my arm!
Stay in this car.
There are five minutes
remaining in this year's Purge.
Hey.
No! Don't talk.
Shut your mouth.
I'm not here for your kids.
- I'm here for you.
- Okay.
Get up.
No, no, no.
Come on, come on, come on.
Get up, get up, get up.
No, please don't...
Shut up, or I'll shoot
you in the face!
- Shut up! Get down!
- Okay! Okay, okay!
You get on your stomach.
Lay down, flat.
- Look at me. Look at me.
- Okay, okay.
- Look at my face.
- Okay.
- Do you remember me? Look at my face!
- Okay.
- Do you know what you took from me?
- I know.
- Do you know what you took from me?
- I know.
You took my boy! You took my boy!
You took my f***ing boy!
- I am so sorry.
- You took my son.
You killed my son,
you son of a b*tch!
Please! Please don't do this.
Look at me. Look at my face.
Did you see him when you
hit him? Did you see him?
Tell me what he looks like.
Tell me what he looked like!
- Tell me what he looks like.
- I'm so sorry for what I did.
Tell me you saw his face!
- Tell me you saw his face!
- I saw him.
You're gonna pay for
what you did to me.
- For what you did to my boy.
- No, please.
Please!
We found your car, Sergeant.
Your plates told us who you were.
It was easy to see where
you were headed tonight.
Hell, I would've done the same thing.
There's an unwritten
Purge rule, Sergeant.
Don't save lives.
Tonight, we take lives.
We make things manageable for us.
Unfortunately, the citizens
aren't killing enough.
So, we supplement it all
to keep things balanced.
It's important work the NFFA does,
and we can't have any interference.
We can't have heroes.
Oh, no, sir.
No heroes.
I hope you feel cleansed.
Blessed be America,
a nation reborn.
Oh, no. Oh, God.
Oh, my God.
Oh.
You got a car?
- Uh... Uh, yes.
- You got a f***ing car?
- Go get it now!
- Yes, okay. Okay!
Okay!
Okay. Come on, Cali.
Come here and help me now, okay?
Look at me!
Do you want him to survive?
Then it's up to us. We gotta
help him now, okay? Okay?
On three, we're gonna pick him up.
One, two, three!
Come on!
Come on!
Hurry up and get that car!
Okay.
Hospital's not far.
We'll be there in minutes.
Come on, just hit it! Go, go, go!
You did it.
You saved us.
So, please, just let us
take care of you, okay?
It's over. It's over.
Just after 7:
00 a.m., March 22nd,and The Annual Purge
has just concluded.
This is your American
morning news program.
Reports are coming in from
all around the country,
as police, firefighters and
paramedics take to the streets,
assisting victims of last night.
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