The Purge: Election Year Page #3

I don't want you out here

on Purge Night, son. I got this!

Purge Night, b*tch! It's Purge Night, b*tch!

It's Purge Night, b*tch!

Give me that sh*t. Let's go!

F*** you!

Happy Purge, you old f***!

You better find someplace else to go!

I got a wicked sweet tooth tonight.

And I want my candy bar.

And I'm gonna take it.

You don't got the balls to stop me.

F***!

I have the balls.

Now go.

I already took care

of my mom and dad tonight.

You're next.

I want my candy bar, cocksucker.

Come on!

So, what's up with that?

Every day in Jurez was like the Purge.

I know how to shoot, boss.

Son, I really wish you'd stayed home.

- I don't know.

- It's that time.

Eric.

What are you still doing up here?

You're on first floor duty.

How was your chat?

Enlightening. Go.

Chief, find a bedroom. I got it from here.

All right, Leo.

Boys. Why don't you take a break?

Go watch some TV, huh?

It's gonna be a long night.

Yes, sir.

I'm coming outside, boys.

How ya doing out there, Bobby?

Sniper One, radio check.

Bobby, radio check.

Sniper Two, radio check.

Sniper Two.

Someone is coming for you.

- What?

- Put that on.

- Leo, the house is surrounded...

- Move, move!

I'm moving. What are you...

You said you had men on the roof.

You have snipers.

- Not anymore. Not anymore.

- What do you mean, not anymore?

- Someone betrayed us.

- What?

I can't trust anyone. Put on that vest.

Listen to me! This isn't a drill.

Someone's coming to kill you.

You understand me?

Move.

Moving.

- What the...

- Go!

Okay, what the hell is that?

That's my little secret. Move.

One, two, three!

Okay.

Boss! It's just me!

F***.

- Where the hell is she?

- Jesus Christ.

What the f*** is this?

I don't know what the f*** that is.

Our mark may be outside. Repeat.

Your mark may be outside.

Check your perimeters.

No payment unless we find her.

F***.

I see her!

Down!

Come here.

Move. Go! Go! Go! Go!

Hey, Joe, you up there?

Is that Laney?

Marcos!

My guys! How you all doing tonight?

We're good. You?

Ah... I just dropped

someone off at triage.

His wife shot him because she couldn't

stand looking at his face anymore.

She said Purging didn't make her feel

any better like they said it would.

Just stay safe, Lane.

Anything happens,

do not hesitate to call us.

Yeah, same goes for you.

- Okay?

- All right.

All right.

God, I hate that she's out there like that.

Help me! Help me!

Stop. Stop!

What was that?

Some kind of homegrown militia?

Those were skilled mercs

with a lot of money behind them.

Enough to get to someone on our staff.

I'm guessing it's the Minister.

The Minister, the NFFA,

the whole f***ing lot of them.

I'm getting too close.

It's a lot of blood, Leo.

We should call someone.

I don't know who to trust.

We are on our own. You understand me?

Okay. Where do we go?

East. Out of the city.

There are a lot of threats.

There's a lot of death.

Purge Sanitation Services.

Death collection haul.

Purge victim removal and disposal.

Keep Washington clean.

It's okay.

Death collection haul.

This is how it's gonna go now.

Like you said, fate

of the country's at stake.

Okay? It's my show now.

Look, I'm not an idiot.

I know what you're capable of.

I'm the one who hired you.

But if I see something I don't like,

I'm not gonna be quiet about it.

It's not in my nature.

Senator, I need you to follow me.

Come on.

It's Tommy, sir.

He's in bad shape. He's unconscious.

Everyone else up there is dead.

Get him to the ground unit.

Get him stabilized.

Then start street surveillance.

I'll search from above.

We need her alive,

so let's find her before the crazies do.

Sir.

They're tracking us.

Where? I'm not seeing them.

How are they seeing us?

Mercenaries?

No. That's a homemade drone. Purgers.

Now what?

Run. Fast.

Come, come, come!

It's behind you, Leo.

Thirty-five yards back, 15 yards up.

Down!

Reason I'm so hard on you, son, like I am is

someday I'd like to make you a partner.

Yep. Oh, boy. Coming here

from another country like you did.

Having your own business.

American dream is still alive.

We love you, America. America is

the greatest country in the world.

We are gonna kill you.

We will now Purge.

We will torture you and violate your flesh.

Remove your skin and share in your blood.

This is the American way.

Senator.

Come with us.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa...

- Stay.

- Yeah.

Yeah.

Well, this is my place.

You can stay all night if you want to.

Now, I got to ask you

'cause I'm just a nosey old dog.

What in the Mississippi f*** was you doing

outside on Purge Night, Senator?

Yeah. There was an assassination

attempt on me.

I can't thank you enough, Mr...

I'm sorry, I know you told me.

- Dixon. You can call me Joe, Senator.

- Yeah. Joe, I'm Charlie.

- Charlie.

- Yeah.

That's Marcos right there.

Marcos is... He's a fan of yours.

- Hi, Marcos.

- Hey, Senator.

- He actually think you can win this thing.

- Oh, yeah?

Sh*t! Tell her what she need

to do to win, Marcos.

No, it's not my place to say.

Well, you saved my life,

Marcos. I'd like to hear it, please.

Florida is the key.

You have to get the elders.

That's smart.

He's not wrong, Joe. What do you think?

I don't think you got a damn chance.

Well, have a little faith.

Well, I lost my faith in the system

a long time ago, Senator. Water?

Thank you.

Place is moderately secure.

Cameras. Maybe we stay here.

"Maybe we stay here"?

Where you going? You going back out there?

Joe, do you have a first aid kit?

Leo, my security, was shot.

- I'm fine.

- You're not fine.

- I'm fine.

- You're not. Sit.

You want me to take it off?

It's okay. It's nothing.

Yeah? Doesn't look like nothing.

Let me see. Let me see.

I know a little bit about first aid.

I could help you.

The bullet's deep.

- You need stitches.

- Yeah.

But we can't do that here.

Right. Clean it up.

Patch it up. Come on. Move.

Okay.

Fast. Come on.

What about you guys? Who are you?

- Is this necessary?

- It's very necessary.

You, what's your name? Where you from?

Marcos Dali. Mexico City.

But I've been an American citizen

for two years.

You got a record?

Not here.

What did you do in Mexico?

I tried to survive.

What are you doing out on Purge Night?

Protecting the deli against looters because

my boss lost his Purge insurance yesterday.

Yeah, that's something

you can look into, Senator.

Insurance companies

screwing the working man.

Yeah?

What's your name, pal?

You know what, Mr. Secret Service Man?

You should be thanking my black ass for

helping you instead of interrogating me.

His name is Joe Dixon.

- Joe Dixon, have I offended you?

- Yeah.

Yeah, man, just a little bit.

Your feelings are not a concern of mine.

Little respect. That's all I need.

Everyone shut up, please!

- What?

- Look.

You stupid motherf***er!

You should have let us take the candy bar!

Now, you're gonna f***in' pay for it,

you stupid son of a b*tch!

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