The Purge: Election Year Page #2

run it over and save you the trip, okay?

I come by to flirt with you, Joe!

What?

No one's gonna take that from me.

Ah, you better get out of here.

Get on out of here.

Yeah!

Oh. Get out of here.

Now she nasty.

She... That's a nasty woman, right there.

Joe. Mira.

Son of a b*tch!

Where's he going?

I never saw him move so damn fast.

All right, girls, give it up.

I won't have to call the police.

Get outta my face, old man!

Let's not do this the hard way, okay?

I'm giving you an out.

All right, give up the candy

or I'll have to take it away from you.

You touch me and I scream "rape,"

you cocksucking pig.

Now walk away.

Give it back.

Who are you, b*tch?

Better get out of my way!

That's Laney Rucker, Kimmy.

Laney Rucker?

Holy sh*t.

OG Queen badass?

Yo! They called you Pequea Muerte.

Little Death.

Yo, you're my motherfucking hero.

That makes me proud.

Now give back whatever you stole.

And apologize.

Oh, my God.

Sorry, mister. I was just playin'.

So, Ms. Rucker, what happened to you?

You look all whitish now.

Later, Ms. Rucker.

Wish I met you back in the day.

Excuse me.

Well...

You were a lot more respectful

back when you were shoplifting here.

You know, I distinctly remember

one time, you called me "sir."

Oh, bullshit.

But listen, I just want to say thank you.

You're my family, Joe.

I appreciate that. Thank you, Laney.

I want men in there.

I want men in there.

I want a lot of men back there.

She's got some security,

but I'm revamping the entire thing.

We got new barricades on all the doors,

all the windows back and front.

Looks safe.

Chief, if you tell me it's safe one more

time, I'm gonna throw you down the steps.

Please don't do that.

Men here. Men here.

We got a security monitor system

in this room.

We got eyes and ears on everything.

This is her safe room.

She is not to leave her safe room.

No one is to go inside her safe room.

Do we understand each other?

This is a mess.

She's not gonna be happy about it.

I don't care if she's happy, Chief.

And I want to go on record

as saying this is a bad idea.

No matter what we do here, this house

and this Senator are at risk on Purge Night.

- You understand me?

- Duly noted.

Let's lock it down.

"Let's lock it down."

It's just me and you, pal.

Tell me what you want me to do. I'm there.

Go downstairs, make sure

they take care of the doors.

- Keep an eye on that guy.

- Done.

The NFFA has created predatory capitalism

where profit-making

is the essence of democracy.

We've come to D.C. to make some changes.

That was Dante Bishop.

Like his predecessor Carmelo Johns...

Joe's Deli.

...Dante is suspected of eliminating

wealthy NFFA supporters on Purge Nights.

Excuse me?

And many are wondering

why he has come to Washington this year.

Wait, wait. Hold it. Wait a minute.

Why are you raising my rates now? Today?

Do you know what today is?

Yeah, but look, I...

Yeah... I can't afford that.

What do you mean, you're sorry?

Yeah, I'm talking to you.

Let me speak to your... Your super...

Son of a... Son of a b*tch!

Joe?

What the hell's going on?

The damn insurance company.

They just raised the premium

on my Purge coverage. By thousands.

The day before the damn Purge.

If I don't pay it by tomorrow,

I have no Purge coverage for this store.

They can't do that.

Yeah, well, they just did it.

Just lock the place down, Joe.

Yeah, but that's not enough.

If I have no insurance, I am screwed.

I'll just have to protect this place myself.

- Are you crazy?

- That's not a good idea, boss.

Look, we love this place, too, Joe.

I've been coming here since I was born.

But it's just stuff. It can be replaced.

You can't be.

Yeah, but what about what you do

on Purge Night, Laney?

Huh?

Is that not the pot calling

the kettle brown? No?

That's different, Joe, and you know that.

I'm protected, and you won't be.

This is all I got, guys.

This is my slice of the pie.

Man, I cannot, I can't lose this place.

I can't lose this place.

Hold on, Joe. Let's talk about this.

Everything is in place.

Team's in position.

Ten minutes to lockdown, boss.

Hey, Mama.

You ready?

Yeah.

Vaya con Dios.

Okay, let's go.

Okay. This is gonna be home

for the next 12 hours.

You need anything,

you contact me and me only.

- Clear?

- Clear.

Let's begin.

This is not a test.

This is your Emergency Broadcast System

announcing the commencement of the annual

Purge sanctioned by the U.S. government.

Commencing at the siren,

any and all crime, including murder,

will be legal for 12 continuous hours.

Here we go.

Police, fire and emergency medical services

will be unavailable until

tomorrow morning at 7 a.m.

And, for the first time since its inception,

no one has been granted

special immunity from the Purge.

No citizen or group will be exempt.

Blessed be our New Founding Fathers,

and America, a nation reborn.

May God be with you all.

I see you, Bobby.

- You know you can relax now, right?

- No, I'll relax in the morning.

Am I interrupting?

Senator, you should be in the den.

Eric, thank you for being here tonight.

My pleasure.

Leo, have a drink with me.

You don't have a choice.

Sounds serious.

Don't say a word.

Or I'll stick my foot up your ass.

Sit.

It's water, Leo.

Are you scared?

I'm terrified.

What made you apply for this position?

I like your politics.

No. No bullshit. I want a real answer.

I lost my son some years ago.

He was killed.

I almost did something on Purge Night

that would've destroyed a lot of lives.

I want this night gone.

I know you do, too.

Especially after what you lost.

Yeah. Despite all of that,

you have a big problem with how I do things.

You take risks, Senator.

My job is to eliminate risks

and keep you alive.

You don't make that easy.

The soul of this country is at stake, Leo.

The only way that I can win is to risk

everything, and that includes my life.

Peace, not Purge!

You go, girls!

Have a drink on us!

Can't you see we're working?

Purge, motherfuckers!

Just gonna wait right here

and see what happens.

Purge!

They probably won't bother us, okay?

Purge. Purge. Purge.

Go, go, go! Let's move!

Help! Help! Please!

Somebody help! Help! Help!

Please! Please!

Stop! Stop! Please, stop!

Please, help him!

Something's going down.

Hey, looks like someone needs our services.

Let's go. Let's do this. Stop.

I shot my husband! I shot him. Oh, God!

Okay. Calm down. Tell me what happened.

Oh, no! It was a mistake! I'm sorry!

Hey, boss! It's me! It's me.

Come on outta there, boy.

Good Lord, son.

It's Purge Night.

You don't sneak up on black people.

Good night, blue cheese.

Where the hell you going?

And why you carrying a chair?

I like sitting.

Yeah, well, you ain't gonna be staying.

Look, you know I appreciate you coming

out here to watch my back, but I'm good.

- I got this.

- No.

I'll stay. Nothing else to do.

Look, please don't be a pain in the ass.

I want you to go home and be safe.

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