www.able.co.nz Captions were made possible with funding from NZ On Air. Able 2017 MAN (voice-over): Mr. Faulk? James Sandin. - FAULK: Hey, Mr. Sandin. I talked to John over at repairs, and he took care of it; it's all fine. System is working without a hitch. You are gonna be locked in tight tonight. FAULK (over phone): Thank you, sir. - All right, Mr. Faulk. Safe night. (cell phone beeps, line ringing) WOMAN: James Sandin's office. - Sue, yeah, I took care of Faulk. What do you know? Did you hear anything? You're number one, Mr. Sandin. You got it, sir. -All right. Came out on top. - Thank you very much. Thank you. Congratulations to you, too, Susan. - You don't have to say that. - No, Susan... it's a team win. - Thank you. OK. All right, well, safe night. - Safe night, Mr. Sandin. MAN (over radio): The poor can't afford to protect themselves. They're the victims tonight. ANNOUNCER: We all got our own opinions. That's what makes this country great. Holly, line four. What are your Purge plans? HOLLY: Locking down behind my brand-new security system. ANNOUNCER: Pete from Northern Virginia. What's your Purge plan? PETE: I'm gonna hunt down my boss. That son of a bitch has it coming. ANNOUNCER: Clearly, more people will be purging this year than ever before. American streets will be running red tonight when people release the beast in record numbers. JAMES: Mr. Cali. You getting one last walk in before lockdown, huh? -Yeah. -Did you do the systems check I recommended? Of course. No problems. - OK, yeah, it's the same one I use. I only sell the best. All right, nobody's bothering us tonight. -Well, you have a safe night, Mr. Sandin. -Thanks. ANNOUNCER: Now, don't forget to buy your blue Batesias. Display those flowers proudly folks, OK? Show your support for this important evening. Safe night to everyone. Home again, home again, jiggity-jig. FEMALE ANNOUNCER: Release the beast and purge in our American streets. Your newfound... (radio beeps off) (car door closes) Hey, honey, I'm home! WOMAN: I'm in the kitchen. - Oh, what a day, what a day. Everybody's doing security checks; it's crazy. Traffic's even worse than last year. Something smells good. Hey. Ta-da. I'll, uh, put them in water, get them outside. - OK. Where are the kids, hmm? - Their rooms, of course. (sighs) We got an hour before commencement, right? Mm-hmm. Dinner's nearly ready, so, uh, hurry up. -OK. All right. Well, I have to make a few phone calls. - Mm-hmm. Oh. -One thing. -Yeah? Zoey is getting worse. She's been pouting all day. I can't stand it. So you're gonna have to do something about the Henry situation. There's nothing to do about it, all right? He's 18. He's not getting any younger. She's just gonna have to sulk. She'll get over it. But I've got some good news for all of us. I'll tell you at dinner. (TV playing indistinctly) MAN (over TV): History has proven this over and over again. We are inherently a violent species-- wars, genocide, murder-- the denial of our true selves is the problem. The Purge not only contains societal violence to a single evening, but the countrywide catharsis creates psychological stability by letting us release the aggression we all have inside of us. I love you. Let's growl. What? -Growl. -Why? Because everyone says "I love you." It's used, and we need to find our own thing. -No. -Go like this. (growls) - (Zoey laughs) No, I'll look silly. -Come on. -No. Do it. It's our way of saying "I love you." Try it. Do it. (growls) (laughs) (James talking in distance) I think my dad's home. I'm sorry, baby. You got to get going. Sorry. And you have to get home before lockdown. Come on. (both growl) (Zoey giggles) (harsh metallic whirring in distance) Someone's getting ready for tonight. Be careful. (loud grinding) WOMAN: Mary! I'm so glad I caught you. I come bearing gifts. (chuckles) What have I done to deserve a gift, Grace? Oh, I have a new hobby-- baking. -Grace, Mary... (chuckles) -I made way too many cookies. -MARY: Hi! - Ooh, cookies. I hope you're hungry. Those cookies are crazy good. (both chuckle) WOMAN: They're lovely. Have a safe night, ladies. -OK. -Bye. -Good night. Bye. - Thank you, Grace. Yeah, just what the Halversons needed, more cookies, right? (Grace laughs) (Grace sighs) The new addition you built-- it's just amazing. Thank you. You know, not everyone had the year you did, Mary. What do you mean? You know your husband sold a new security system to almost every home in this community. You know, some people are actually saying this neighbourhood paid for that new addition on your home. Are people really saying that? Relax. It's just good old neighbourhood gossip. Nothing to worry about. You're too sensitive. So are you having your annual party, Grace, or... No. Too much trouble. We're just gonna lock down, watch some Purge events-- nothing special. Well, um, thank you for the cookies. Good night. You're welcome. Have a safe night, Mary. - And you, Grace. (silverware, dishes clinking) (gasps) Christ. You scared me to death. You can't keep creeping up on me like that, Charlie. So quit playing with Timmy, (over headphones): and come help me set the table, kiddo. OK? Now. (gasps) Christ! Charlie, that's twice today. You're gonna give me a heart attack. Sorry, Mom. Look, check it out. I made some adjustments to Timmy. I installed a night-vision program, and I insulated his motor so you can barely hear him. And he can now play music to accompany him on his missions. (jaunty song playing) See? He likes songs from olden times. - Mm-hmm. That is very, very cool. (music stops) What is it? What's bothering you? It's tonight, isn't it? Just remember all the good the Purge does, OK? It's all that matters. You hungry? Little bit. - (chuckles): Good. OK, well, take Timmy away and come back and help me finish up, OK? Mm-kay. (crickets chirping) Honey, this food is so good. - Isn't it amazing? Not one carb. -Great. -Not one. Um... well, I'd like to hear about everybody's day. Zoey, want to go first? (quiet beeping) Charlie, what are you doing? Sorry. I forgot to take my vitals earlier. Honey... By the way, there's a slight deviation in my heart rate. But, uh, other than that, nothing to worry about. -OK. -OK, thank you. Zoey, your day. I don't want to do this any more. It's stupid. OK, fine. Calc test, piano. -JAMES: Mm-hmm. -Normal day. Who cares? I do. I care, very much. And what about, uh, practice? You ready for your recital? -James. Course you are. You're always ready. Just make sure your left hand cooperates in that third movement. (clicks tongue) When I'm listening, that's what I hear. All right, can I... Does anybody mind? Can I do my day? I have some news. -MARY: Oh, go ahead. Um... I did it. I did it. All sales are final... and I'm on top. My division sold the most upgraded security systems. -Congratulations, Dad. -Thank you. Congratulations, baby. Thanks. It was a team effort, you know. All right, Charlie, you're next. Well, we studied the history of tonight in History. And in English, I wrote a story about a man whose love is so powerful that it can kill people, so he cuts out his own heart. That is so sweet. You know, he should've cut off his own penis. Zoey, Zoey... -Eating dinner. No penises. -Yeah, come on. -Not funny. -Zoey, it's just-- And, Charlie, don't-don't encourage her. -Don't fist-pump that. - All right, we're not in the-the dormitorium, OK? -OK, I'm sorry. -Dormitori... CHARLIE: What is a dormitorium? Is that even a word? - (laughs) - Get with the times. God. (Charlie clinking glass) - Guys, look what time it is. Oh, wow, it's later than I thought. All right, it's time for lockdown. Let's go. Don't even think about it. -Hey, give that back. -Are we in a zoo? Fine, I want this. Hey, look at this. Mr. Sabian and Mr. Barbero are going hunting. That's daring. I didn't know they were going to purge together. Are they friends? And the Ferrins are having a party. Grace said she wasn't having a party this year. JAMES: Just thank God we weren't invited. She's nice, but wow, she's annoying. All right, let's get ready for tonight. (keypad beeping) As always, just a precaution. (keypad beeps) All right, Mr. Cali is starting his lockdown. OK. We ready? JAMES: All right, let's hit it. (beep) (clanking and whirring) (whirring continues) (loud clank) (whirring stops) JAMES: OK, Charlie. It's almost time. Hit it. -(beep) -ANNOUNCER: Release the beast and purge in our American streets. Your New Founding Fathers encourage your participation. (alarm blaring) (harsh electronic tone) FEMALE ANNOUNCER: This is not a test. This is your Emergency Broadcast System announcing the commencement of The Annual Purge, sanctioned by the U.S. government. Weapons of Class 4 and lower have been authorised for use during the Purge. All other weapons are restricted. Government officials of ranking 10 have been granted immunity from the Purge and shall not be harmed. Commencing at the siren, any and all crime, including murder, will be legal for 12 continuous hours. Police, fire and emergency medical services will be unavailable until tomorrow morning at 7:00 a.m., when the Purge concludes. Blessed be our New Founding Fathers and America, a nation reborn. May God be with you all. (siren blaring) (sighs) (James sighs anxiously) -(siren stops) -OK, kids. Now, I know bad things do happen tonight, but we can afford protection, so we'll be fine, just like always. No worries, OK? OK? ZOE: Can I go now? I would prefer to be miserable in my room. Of course you may. Thank you for being here. -Charlie... you OK? -Wait, where are you going, bud? -Hey. -Charlie... Why don't you guys do it? Because we don't feel the need to, Charlie. That's all. So, if you felt the need to, you would kill someone tonight? Look, I know this is difficult to understand at your age, but tonight allows people a release for all the hatred and violence and aggression that they keep up inside them. OK, and... yes, if your mother and I were so inclined, uh, we would participate. Because it works. You don't remember how bad it was, Charlie-- the poverty, all the crime. This night saved our country. (Mary sighs) Uh, why don't you go relax, huh? We're all done here. Yeah, I've got some paperwork to process, to get my bonus. Then we should watch a movie later with the kids. (music playing faintly over earbuds) (thumping) (music blares from earbuds) (sighing) Oh, Jesus, Henry. You scared the hell out of me. Wait, what are you doing here? I wanted to surprise you. So I snuck in when you were eating. Baby, you can't be in here. My dad will lose his mind if he sees you here now. Come on. Aren't you happy to see me? Of course. FEMALE REPORTER: We're looking at some live feeds from around the country and discussing the Purge with criminologist Tommy Aagaard. AAGAARD: Thanks, Nicole. Now, is the Purge really about releasing aggression and containing violence, or is it something else? Purge detractors often postulate this evening is actually about the elimination of the poor, the needy, the sick-- those unable to defend themselves. The eradication of these so-called non-contributing members of society, ultimately unburdening the economy. Is the Purge really about money? Either way, crime is down. The economy is flourishing. (keypad beeping) (rapid beeping) (beeping stops) (Zoey squeals, laughs) I can't do this. Um... - Did I do something? No, I, um... I just... I didn't... I didn't come here to see you. I came to see your father. - What? Why? It's time to straighten this out. He cannot forbid you from seeing me. -It's crazy. -It might be crazy, but he's not going to change his mind. He thinks you're too old for me. Talking to him is only going to make him more angry, and he'll make it more difficult for us. I promise... everything is going to be OK. AAGAARD: America was collapsing. A quadruple-dip recession, followed by a full market crash, a skyrocketing debt, multiple wars and a significant dollar devaluation, all precipitating the worst economic disaster in the history of the United States. Crime and poverty rose exponentially, and the New Founding Fathers, just months after being elected, came up with this audacious notion: the decriminalization of murder for one night, a lawful outlet for American rage, a way to contain crime. The undeniable fact is: This is working. (distant, rapid gunfire) MARY: I thought I heard gunshots. Couple of streets back, maybe? Gunshots are going to happen tonight, OK? It's nothing-- it's probably somebody just firing off a few rounds before going hunting. Come on. Let's go relax. (Timmy's motor whirring) (motor continues whirring) (wheels clatter over threshold) (motor clicks, whirrs) (sighs) Hold on. Look, he can't kick me out. He's going to be forced to listen to what I have to say. I don't know. One-on-one, man-to-man, no BS. I'm going to explain to him that sure, I may be older, but you're also very mature, so age difference is not a problem. I'll tell him how much I love you. JAMES: Ten years ago, we could barely afford rent. Now we're thinking about buying a boat. (chuckles) Crazy. Uh... uh-oh. This one has a car garage. Who needs a car on a boat? (distant, muffled shouting) (muffled): Can anybody hear me? MAN (over speaker): Help me! Someone, please help me! They're coming after me, all right? They... Please... can anybody help me? Please. (sniffling, crying): They-they... they killed... I just need to get somewhere safe. Does anybody hear me? Look, I won't hurt you. I don't want to die. I-I don't deserve this. Why won't anybody help me? I just need somewhere to hide. Somebody, please, just open the door... -(rapid gunfire) Th-Th-They're coming, they're coming-- just, somebody, please. They're going to kill me! (clanking and whirring) JAMES: What the hell? Come here! Let's go! This way! Come on! Hurry! CHARLIE (in distance): Come on! Hurry! What the hell? -(clanking, whirring) -Charlie! Charlie! CHARLIE: This way! Hurry! Go! Go! Hurry! JAMES: What the hell is going on? HENRY: Mr. Sandin. James, he has a gun! Henry has a gun! -ZOE: Henry! -(James grunting) - Henry? Henry! ZOE: Oh, God. (whimpers) Let me see. Are you OK? Is Zoey` I didn't hit Zoey, did I? -I think she's OK. -Did I...? Zoey! Zoey! MARY (whispering): Charlie. Charlie, come here. -Mom, what's going on? -It's OK. JAMES: Charlie, where is he? Huh? Where's the man? -I-I don't know. -I don't understand. Who is he? Why did you let him in our home? He was hurt. He called for help. No one was helping him. -Charlie, Jesus Christ. What the hell, huh? We have no idea what this man is capable of. Enough. Enough, James. He's gone, we don't know what Henry might do, and we're not safe out here. We don't know where Zoey is. You're right. Let's go. Come on. Come on. Come on, come on, come on. Let's go. Let's go. Let's go. (Henry groaning, Zoey whimpering) - Henry! Henry. (sobbing): My God. Henry. (groaning, grunting) What...? Henry... (James sighs) OK. Here's the plan. You two stay put here, and I'll just, uh... I'll go out there, and I'm going to find Zoey, and I'm going to bring her back here. -Henry tried to kill you, James. -I know. Mary, I got to make sure she's OK. OK? I have to. He didn't shoot me. I-I'll find her. -So I can go. I'll find her. -No, no, no. Hey, I can't let you go with that man out there. OK? I can't let you do that. Baby, I-I... let me go get her. You just stay here with Charlie. OK? You be careful, OK? - I will. Zoey? Zoey? Zoey, it's me. (panting quietly) (sighs) You OK, sweetheart? Yeah, Mom. OK. ZOE (in distance): Mom? Mom? Charlie? Mom? Charlie, you wait here. I'm gonna be right outside the door. - OK. MARY: Zoey? - (door closes) - Zoey? (automatic gunfire in distance) Mom? I'm here, Zoey, sweetheart. Are you OK? Is Charlie OK? How's Dad? Is he all right? -No, everyone's fine. Mom, I didn't know Henry was going to do that. I didn't know he was going to try to-- why would he do that? -I don't understand... -Mom? -Charlie, just give me a second, OK? Keep the door closed. Mom, he died. He's dead. Henry's dead. -Mom? Mom? -I'm sor... Charlie, just give me a second. Zoey, let's see what Charlie wants. -OK. All right. -Mom, now. What is it, baby? You need to see this. Tell Dad I'm sorry. - Zoey, please! Zoey! SMOOTH MUSIC Bro. It's Pamela. SMOOTH MUSIC (SLURPS) # You know we get down with all the cyber moms. # One of them told me I was hot right now like Tiger Balm. # One of them said, 'Larz, you a teen heart-throb ` # 'make my baby faint; make a tween's heart stop.' # (GRUNTS, RETCHES) Ewww. He's a bit of a grossie, eh? (CHUCKLES SOFTLY) < (GRUNTS) Is that your friend? Him? (CHUCKLES) Nah. < (RETCHES) Ooh. JAMES: Zoey? Zoey? (distant shattering) WOMAN: Hey, Mr. Sandin, are ya home? (lock clicks) Wait, James, I have to talk to you. - Henry's dead. I killed him. I know. I saw Zoey. Is she OK? Is she hurt? Is she in there? She's not hurt, but I-I couldn't get her to come with me. (stammers) (Mary speaking faintly, muffled) What are we gonna do? I have to show you something. Oh, God, I know. (doorbell chimes) CHARLIE: That one's saying something. YOUNG MAN (over monitor): ...er and Mrs. Sandin... your home tells me you're good folk, just like us. One of the haves. And your blue flowers tell me that you support the Purge. We want to treat you fairly, so listen closely. Let me introduce us. We are some fine, young, very educated guys and gals. We've gotten gussied up in our most terrifying guises. As we do every year. Ready to violate, annihilate and cleanse our souls. But things took a turn. Our target escaped us, and, uh... ...several of your dear neighbours informed us that you, the Sandins... have inexplicably given him sanctuary. Mr. and Mrs., the man you're sheltering is nothing but a dirty, homeless pig. A grotesque menace to our just society who had the audacity to fight back, killing one of us when we attempted to execute him tonight. The pig doesn't know his place, and now he needs to be taught a lesson. You need to return him to us... alive... so that we may purge as we are entitled. Here's the plan, Sandins. You have until our provisions arrive, provisions which will help us break into your elegant home. If you don't... (chuckles) If you don't deliver him by the aforementioned time, we'll release the beast on him... and on you. And, um, we can enter any home we want. And we will want, as wanting is our will on this fine night. Don't force us to hurt you. We don't want to kill our own. Please just let us purge. Toodle-oo, Sandins. YOUNG MAN: Cut it. Cut it now. (Mary gasps) The monitors are working on backup. The power's out in the whole house. But, James, they can't get in here, right? They can't get into our home? I don't know. It's hard to say. You don't know? You sell these security systems; what do you mean you don't know? We have tested the system; it works 99% of the time. It looks good, it's strong, people stay away. It looks good? It's not built for worst-case scenarios. Is it impenetrable? No, nothing's impenetrable. Things like this are not supposed to happen in our neighbourhood. Well, they are happening, James. They're happening right now. Do you see this? JAMES: Just, OK, listen. Just-just sit down. Sit-sit down, please. W-We got to calm down. Calm down. Sit down. All right, sit down, sit down. Listen. OK, to answer your question-- yes, they could get in here. OK? They could tunnel underneath us, they could smoke us out, they could devise a battering ram, OK? I'm sorry, but it's true. OK, so here's what we're gonna do. We're gonna give them what they want. We're gonna find that man, and we're gonna force him outside. Now... we have guns, and he doesn't. But... they'll kill him. Why should he die? - It's him or us, Charlie. (loud thump) (loud banging) WOMAN (muffled): Why don't you give us the homeless man? WOMAN 2: No one will miss him when he's gone. WOMEN (singsong): Pretty please. - (women laughing) (beeping) (beeping faster) (rapid beeping) Oh, shit. (panting) What am I seeing? (quiet mechanical whirring) There he is. Look at me. Come on, look over here. Where are you? Come on. (thumping) (gasps) (panting softly) (door slams, then running footsteps) (sighs softly) (knocking in distance) - MAN (outside): Dear Mr. Sandin! Sorry to interrupt, but I'd love to have a word. Meet me by your front door. I just need a moment, good sir. (knocking in distance) (sighs) (door creaks) There you are. Thank you for accepting my invitation. Tell me, why haven't you delivered the filthy swine to me yet? Are you protecting him? I surely hope not, Mr. Sandin. No, of course not. I just can't find him. You see, this is a misunderstanding. My son let him in. He's a young boy; he doesn't know about it, you know. But I support what occurs here tonight 100%, OK? -(laughing) -I sell security equipment. I sell-- I would never deny yours or anybody else's right to purge. We're very... MAN 2: Just give us the homeless pig, you fuck! (Young Man sighs) Sorry about that. I don't condone that kind of behaviour. You just keep in mind, Mr. Sandin... he was my friend. And you are not. Our equipment is arriving soon. And we will get in. Send out he, or that... will be thee. I'll go get him. - You should do that. (lock clicks) (exhales quietly) (gasps) Hey, Charlie. (sniffles) I don't, I don't know what's going on. There... there are people outside. Um... and Henry's dead. I'll be OK. I have his gun. Stay where you are. Please be safe, OK? I'm going to go hide in your secret spot. No. All right, I love you. (panting) (distant clattering) (James sighs) Don't. Oh, Zoey. Get back. Into the hall, let's go. Drop your gun. ZOEY: Dad, please. Drop it. JAMES (over speaker): Don't hurt her. STRANGER (over speaker): Lower your weapon. Zoey, I will not let him hurt you. Leave her alone. -I will let her... -You son of a bitch. I will let her go when this night is over. You're gonna get us all killed; you know that. They are coming in here and they are gonna kill us all. -Back up, back up. -They are gonna come in here and they are... -Back up. - You got to leave my family out of this, OK? If you don't drop that gun, I will hurt her and I will hurt you. We didn't do anything to you. We don't deserve this. - I don't deserve this either. Now, listen, I don't want to hurt any of you. But I am not dying tonight. -Drop the gun. -Please, please... Drop it! -All right, listen to me. -Put the gun... - Listen to me... STRANGER: OK. You are going to die tonight, and you can either die like a man and walk outside there by yourself, or you can die like a coward and get my wife and my children killed along with you, OK? So take that gun away from my daughter's head. -(gun cocks) -Shoot him, Mary, shoot him! -(Zoey screams) (muffled shouting) -Shoot! -Get off me! (stranger screams) (muffled shouting) (BANG!) (stranger screams) - JAMES: Shit. Shit. Mary! Mary! -Zoey? -She's unconscious. -She hit her head. -(stranger groaning) (grunts) Mary, you OK? We got to get some rope. - What? Mary... we have to get some rope and we have to tie him up and get him outside and we're gonna end this goddamn night. All right? -You hear me? -OK. - OK. All right, come on, Charlie, help me. Sweetheart... sweetheart. (tape tearing) OK, I'm almost done here, and as soon as you get the legs secure... You got it? Let me see, let me see. All right, good job. You're doing great, honey. Here's what we're gonna do. We're gonna roll him into that chair and we're gonna drag him outside and we're gonna be done. All right, you got it? -Uh-huh. -All right, we ready? -JAMES: All right. -Charlie, just concentrate on your sister, OK? See if she's awake now. JAMES: All right, except, Charlie, I need the light. All right, thank you, son. All right, OK. Hey, good job, you're doing great. All right, I'm gonna get the chair here. OK, we are almost done. All right, I'm gonna pick him up on the count of three. All right, you're gonna help me... Keep the light on us, Charlie. Ready? One, two, three. (grunting) (Mary grunting) JAMES: OK. Great. All right, now let's get the tape and tape him in there. -(muffled grunting) Aah! - Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey. All right, I got him, I got him, I got him, all right. OK. OK, all right. You've got to calm down. He's going to break his tape. -All right, uh, press on his wound. -What? - Get the letter opener and press on his wound. - CHARLIE: Mom! (grunting) - There's a letter opener on the desk! All right, grab that letter opener... No, Mom. Listen to me, I am just trying to protect my family. - (stranger grunting) JAMES: Yeah, yeah. Just calm down. -That's right, get the... -(stranger grunting) Mom! - Mary, come on, do it, do it. Do it, Mary, do it. Press on his wound. -(muffled scream) -Yes, yes! -Stop! -Huh? You want her to do it again? -Mom, stop! -Do it again! (muffled scream) - All right, all right, OK. All right. OK, OK, ready to sit in the chair? -(muffled screaming) -Yeah, he's ready. OK, help me up. Help me up. All right... Come on... All right, ready, OK. All right, all right, I got him. (grunts) (panting): All right. Stay there, all right? Stop it, just let me tape you in this chair. All right? Mary, where's the tape? - (stranger panting anxiously) (stranger grunts) You are making this much more difficult than it needs to be. You understand me, huh? (James grunting) Christ, look at us. Look at this man, look what we're doing to him. (tape tearing) Come on, Mary. Let's get this over with, OK? All right, come on, Mary. It's OK, Mary. -I can't. -Oh, yes, you can, baby. -I ca... -Ba-Baby, I need you right now, OK? Hey, look at me, huh? Look at me, Mary. Mary. -It's wrong. -OK, listen, we don't have a choice. -It's so wrong. -Baby, listen to me. -This is so wrong. Listen, we don't have any other choice. We don't have a choice. -Don't, don't touch me. -(James stammering) -OK, look at you. -Now, sweetie... -No, no, no. Don't touch me. When did this happen? James, look at you. What the hell happened to us, James? Charlie. Charlie, baby, where'd you go? Charlie? MARY: Charlie! Charlie, where are you, baby? Charlie! (rustling) Zoey, hey, are you all right? Sit down, sit down-- you hit your head. Are you OK? Oh, God. I am so sorry about Henry, OK? I'm so sorry, but we're going to make it through tonight. All right? We will. And everything is gonna be OK. It's not gonna be OK. What? Look at what you're doing. Nothing is ever going to be OK again. Don't say that. Don't say that. (sighs) Save your children. Take me outside. (sighing) (sighs) -(tyres screeching) -Charlie. -(car horns honking) -Charlie! (engines revving) LEADER: I want all these barricades down. Get chains on every door and every window. (chains clanking) James, where's Zoey? - I don't know, she ran out here. Those freaks outside are coming in. They have chains on the doors and windows. They're gonna pull 'em off and come inside. Baby, you were right. No, I w-- I wasn't right about anything. (panting) - What, you're not, you're not sending him outside? I have another idea. CHARLIE: What are you gonna do? -Charlie. -Charlie, all right, Charlie, listen to me, listen to me. All right here, you take this gun, all right, you take this... -Dad, Dad, are you sending him outside? -No, all right? You're gonna go hide in the basement and you're not gonna come out for anybody, all right? -OK. - You got that? You're a good boy. All right, go, go. You just gave our son a gun. You want to tell me what the hell we're doing? We're gonna fight. (engines revving) I want you to take this one as well, OK? The safety's off. You're gonna use a lot of rounds. OK, what do I do? You're gonna cover the other side of the house. All right, this is our home; our kids live here. Anybody tries to come in, you blast 'em. You will not hesitate. - Mm-hmm. LEADER: Dear Mr. and Mrs.! I'm sorry to tell you this, but your time is essentially up. And you failed! You failed to deliver the homeless swine. And I'm very disappointed, as you fine folk should know better! The piece of filth that you are protecting exists only to serve our need to purge! So I bid thee farewell, sweet Sandins. Release the beast, boys, let the killing commence. (engines start) (tyres screech) (engines revving) Come on! (crashing, clattering) (breathing heavily) (gun cocks) (gasps anxiously) (panting) (gunshots and glass shattering in distance) (grunting) (clattering in distance) (automatic gunfire, glass shattering) (footsteps on broken glass) (footsteps continue) (clattering) - (wild laughter) (glass shattering) (door creaks) (shudders) (footsteps) (breathing anxiously) (Charlie screaming) (continues screaming) (gun cocks) -Are you OK, are you OK, are you hurt? -Dad, Dad? -Are you hurt? -Yeah-- no, Dad, I'm OK, I think. -Yeah, Dad. -We got to get out of here, we can't stay. -Yeah, let's go. -Come on, come on. (panting quietly) (footsteps approaching) (gun clicks) LEADER: Cooper... come look at the little lady Sandin. She's exquisite. Save her for me. (sighs) Dad... -Are you OK, you all right? -Yes, Dad, I'm OK, I'm OK. -All right. -OK. You stay here, OK? - Are Mommy and Zoey OK? - Yeah, they're gonna be fine. (panting quietly) (spent shells clatter) (woman giggles) (both laughing) WOMAN: Mmm...! Mm? (both laughing) (both sigh) (woman laughs) Shit. (both grunting) -Oh! -(woman screams) (grunting) (choking) (grunts) -Oh, shit. -(yells) (woman shrieking) -Oh... -(grunting) (yelling) (both grunting) (yells) (yells, gasps) (both grunting) (screams) (both grunting) (spent shell clatters) (spent shell clatters) (gasps) It's OK. (shushes) It's OK. Your soul has been cleansed, Mr. Sandin. You've purged. Just one question for you. Was his life really worth yours? Your family's? Thank you for this unforgettable purge, Mr. Sandin. (gasps) (eerie music) (panting quietly) (shrieks) MARY: No! No! (screaming): No, no, no, no, no...! Get off! Get off of me! James! (screaming) - (baby-talking, giggling) Somebody, help me! No! Please help! Please don't hurt me. James! Please... Please don't hurt me! Please don't hurt me! Please! James! James! No, please... please... please, please don't... Stop! Please don't... (gunshots) (gunshots from other room) (raspy breathing nearby) (groaning) James. (James groaning) James... Charlie! Charlie! Zoey! Zoey... (footsteps approaching) Dad. (quietly): Sorry. Thank you for your sacrifice. You've got a lot of heart, Mr. Sandin. Blessed be America. A nation reborn. (shell casing clatters on floor) (gunshots) I'm so sorry. I'm... I'm sorry. (beeping) (beeping stops) (crying, sniffling) (sobbing) (footsteps approaching) Thank you. We saw that you were having some trouble. We decided to help you. You saved us. I don't know what to say. (laughs) Don't thank us too much, Mary. The truth is, you're ours, not theirs. Wait, what do you... what do you mean, "ours"? What do you mean? What do you mean, "ours"? -Dad. Dad! -No, no, no! -Wait. Wait, wait, wait. -Dad! Wait, wait. (sighs) What...? James is dead. Mary and the kids will have to do. Let's tie them up. We'll kill them right here. No, no, no, no, no. What do you mean? Wait! Wait, wait, wait, wait. -No, no, no, no, no! -Come on. (screaming) Don't! No, no, no! No! Don't! Don't! Don't! -Leave me alone! -Don't! Cali, get the tape! MARY (screams): Wait! Don't touch my fucking kids! Don't you touch my fucking kids! Don't! -Shut your mouth! -You let them go! -Shut your mouth...! -Let them go! -Shut your fucking mouth! -Right now! You let my fucking kids go! - Shut up, Mary! Shut up! -Right now! -Mary, shut up! Shh. - I swear to God, I will shoot him right now. You hear me? Why are you doing this? Why are you doing this? Why are you doing this right now? When your barricades came down, we saw an opportunity to cleanse ourselves of our hatred. You made so much money off of us, and then you just stuck it in our faces. You all think you're so damn perfect. I just... I just need you to... to listen to me, Grace. I'm really begging you right now, do not do this to my children, please. They're my children. Please. Please not my children. I... I-I can't let you do that. We have to, Mary. That's what this night is all about. I'm begging you. (sobbing): I'm really begging you. I... I can't let you do this. We'll be better people. And you'll have sacrificed yourselves to make the world a better place. Mom. Mom! You're frightening them. Please don't. Please let me hold my children. -Mary, no, no. It's over. -Just let me hold my children. -Untie them. -It's over. Please untie my hands. Hmm, Grace? It's time for you to quiet down, Mary. Let us do our duty as Americans. CHARLIE: Mom? Mom? (crying) Zoey, sweetheart. Zoey... Zoey, look at me. OK, just look at your mama. Just look at me. Just look at me. NEIGHBOURS: Blessed be the New Founding Fathers for letting us purge and cleanse ourselves. Blessed be... (voice distort and fade) Blessed be America, a nation reborn. GRACE: I'll go first, and then... we'll take turns. (jaunty music playing over Timmy's speakers) Timmy? (grunting) Don't move. Drop your weapons right now. Untie them. Let's go. Right now. (muttering) STRANGER: Your call. Just get it over with. Kill us quickly. No. Oh, for God's sake, just do it. Come on! Mom, they were going to kill us. - Doesn't matter. We are going to play the rest of this night out in motherfucking peace. Does anyone have a problem with that? (sighs) Did you enjoy Grace's Purge party... Mr. Halverson? (quietly): Go fuck yourself. - Sorry, I can't hear you. It was very nice. MARY: Good. I'm glad you all had a grand time. (Grace groans) Didn't you hear what I said?! No more killing tonight! Is it that hard to understand? (groans in pain) (spits) (siren blaring) GRACE: Oh, my... (cries) Now, get the hell out of my house. (siren continues) (siren stops) (sighs softly) Wait. Are you going to be OK? Thank you. Good luck. (police sirens wailing in distance) (sirens approaching) (helicopter whirring overhead) (static crackling) FEMALE REPORTER: Just after 7:00 a.m., March 22, and the Annual Purge has just concluded.