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- Very cute, Ian.

- The visibility is excellent,

ventilation is greatly improved from last year's model.

Big step up.

- It better be.

We don't need another suffocation lawsuit.

Thank God that happened on Purge.

- I think we should make a push into the LGBTQ market.

We'll look like we care, earn a bunch of goodwill,

make a tidy profit.

- Well, we do need more lifestyle reach.

- And focus groups reacted positively

to the idea of a pride-themed mask.

So we hanged a few colors on an old S.K.U. and voila!

- I'd run with that.

It shows we listen to our customers.

- Um, we should at least donate a portion of the proceeds

to a relevant charity. - Fine. Done.

Jimmy, where are we at with the inspired-by-true-events space?

- All the usuals...

presidents, pop stars, a lot of Hitler variations,

but I would like to put one more into production.

- Well, that'd be a hell of a rush job.

- It'll be worth it. Trust me.

It's blowing up.

- The Campus Killer?

We make Purge masks, not murder masks.

We'd be promoting an active serial killer.

- Yeah, you might be right.

- But our advertising allowance has been slashed.

With something like this,

cable news does all the heavy lifting.

- I'm with Jimmy on this. I mean, bad taste sells.

- Look how simple it is.

Our margins will be huge.

- I'll call production.

Let's get a run of these going ASAP.

Hey, good work, kid. We're gonna make a killing.

- You sure we have to do this tonight?

- It's a skeleton crewat this hour,

it'll buy us more time.

- The NFFA has half the city looking for you.

You're probably locked out of their system by now.

- No, they wouldn'tlock me out.

- Why not?

- If I log in, they'll be ableto trace my location.

- So it's a trap.

- Only if they catch us.

I've rerouted my signalthrough a few hubs, but still.

Once I'm logged in, we'll have to move fast.

- Yeah, you took a big risk coming to a former cop.

What made you think I wasn't gonna turn you in?

- You walked away from a systemthat betrayed you.

Seemed like someonewho would understand.

Besides...

I saw you on Purge Night.

- You did? - Yeah.

You refused to killthose security guards

when anyone elsewould've purged them.

- Don't canonize me just yet.

You about ready?

Ready.

- Go.

- I'm in.

- Where are we at, Vivian? - Triangulating her position.

She stays on another few seconds then we'll have her.

- Time?

- We're out of it.

- Shit.

I'm almost there.

- We gotta be wheels up.

- Done. - Let's go.

- 652 Longview. - Alert dispatch.

Tell them to send everything they got.

- Did you get them?

- Full names, addresses.

Everything you needto track these guys down.

Meet your Jackals.

Listen, um, I'm gonna make some coffee.

- And just act like is thisa normal morning, huh?

- I don't know. We'll eat breakfast.

We'll figure this out.

I'll call the PI.

- No, we can't tell the PI about last night.

- Yeah, right.

I can't believe we did that.

- Well, at leastwe got results.

We know more than we didall year.

- But?

- I mean, but somebodytried to Purge me,

and now I feel likethe bad guy.

I know the feeling.

Babe, it can get uglier.

- Are you sureyou wanna be here?

- I am not leaving you.

Not after...

not after the part I played in all this.

Listen, if these people here at this neighborhood

really wants to Purge you, they're the crazy ones, okay?

- Mm-hmm. - Not us.

- Yeah.

- Oh, you can't go.

Well, is Ben up? Can't he drive you?

- No, I'm calling a car.

- That's an awfully long way. Won't that cost a fortune?

Kelen...

sweetie, did you and Ben get in a fight?

- No.It's fine.

I just have to go.

- Well, at least let me make you breakfast.

- Morning, guys. - Morning.

- Morning.

- How'd you sleep?

- I slept great. Really great.

- Huh, must have. You're never up before me.

- I was just telling your moml've got a ton of work to do.

Big poli-sci project coming up.

I'm gonna grab a carback to campus

and get an early start on it.

Thanks for everything, Ms. Gardner.

I'll see you later, okay?

- No, wait, I'll... I'll take you.

- Um...

no, you should spendsome time with your family.

I don't wanna cutyour trip short.

- It's no problem. Right, Mom?

- Of course not.

I'd feel better if you drove her.

- See?

Let me just gonna grab my bags and get dressed.

- All righty.

The hell are they doing?

- Are you sure you saw them go in?

I'm sure.

Come on.

- Where are you going?

- Around back.

- Oh, boy.

What are you guysdoing here?

- I want to talk.

- Marcus, I, uh, I don't know what this is about,

but you look upset.

Why don't we, uh... - Enough, okay?

Just stop. No more bullshit.

What have I done to all of you to make you hate me so much?

- Please, just talk to us.

- Whatever I've done, okay?

I don't deserve to die.

Imagine if it was your family.

Just, please.

Just give us a chance.

- What a speech.

Were you finished?

Recognize me?

I'm your neighbor, Clint, and...

you killed my wife.

- You can't make amends, Marcus.

Five years ago, I came home from work,

and Maisy, she was having trouble breathing.

Brought her to the ER at Bienville,

you examined her.

Nurses said you diagnosed, uh, atrial fibrillation.

You came out, you explained that you were gonna have

to shock her heart back into rhythm.

How routine it was,

that I had nothing to worry about.

I believed you.

You seemed so fucking smart and confident.

There was a problem.

As soon as you shocked her heart,

it never started pumping again.

You didn't even come out to tell me.

After all that shit about how I had nothing to worry about,

you send another doctor out to break the news.

- Uh, um, Clint?

Uh, uh, look, yeah, I don't... I don't know what to say.

Okay?

I... I do my best,

and then just... yeah, every time.

But sometimes, there isn'tanything that I can do.

I'm sorry.

- Don't pretend like you cared, man.

- I do care.

- When you moved into the neighborhood,

I thought for sure you'd come see how I was doing.

You didn't recognize me.

Treated me like a stranger.

She was a pillar of this community.

- We all loved her.

- She was a saint.

- And the truth is

you barely know any of us.

- So wait a minute, so you... you agree with this guy?

- I speak for the group, Marcus...

But I'm a fair man.

I'll make you a deal.

You get out of here tonight by midnight...

And we'll consider taking the hit off your head.

But if you don't,

I'm the one that's going to kill you this Purge Night.

- You're planning revenge on the Jackals?

- Not exactly.

See that box on the floor?

Open that up.

- What's this? - Put it on.

It's time to change your look.

And when we get there,

I've got to talk to Doug and Sara.

They're a little spooked at how much heat

you have on you right now.

- Your team, your rules.

- And I have a passport guy.

- Thank you, but I'm not going anywhere.

- Graveyards are full of heroes.

- Good thing I'm not a hero. - Yeah?

Oh, Jesus, how... how long ago?

I understand. Thank you.

- What's going on? - I got to handle something.

Now?

That was my mother'snursing home.

She wandered off the grounds. No one can seem to find her.

- Is she sick?

- She has Alzheimer's.

Last time she got out, she got clipped by a car.

- Oh, my God. Where do you think she went?

- I'm thinking.

- You watch people long enough,

you see that everyonehas their patterns.

What about a childhood home? A favorite place?

Maybe something relatedto an old job?

- Good thinking.

- You're in early.

- Uh, oh.

I... I never actually went home.

- Listen, don't beat yourself up.

You did a great job last night.

Remember, she knows the playbook.

We'll catch her.

- No, that's not it.

What exactly did Esme do?

I mean, I know she's tagged, but...

- Vivian, I know you really care about this job,

and you have a big heart.

But that's not always a good thing,

and I know that sounds callus, but...

- No, I... I get it. We have to remain impartial.

- When Esme betrayed the department, it was...

Yeah, it was hard on all of us.

So why do you think she did it?

- Um...

I don't know.

- Because she cared too much.

She got personally involved

instead of letting the system do its job.

It's important to trust the NFFA.

- I understand.

- Kelen.

What?

- Open up my bag.

There's somethingl wanna show you.

Please...

just do it.

- Why?

Let's just listen to music like you said.

- Kelen...

it's important.

Do this for me.

- I already saw.

I saw it. I... I... I saw the mask.

- I know you did.

But you didn't call the cops.

You know what that means, right?

- What?

- It means you care about me.

- Of course I do, Ben.

- After what happenedon Purge Night,

I... I couldn't stop thinkingabout it.

I was on the edge all the time,

just waiting for something badto happen.

The farmer, when he grabbed me,

I... I just reacted.

But then afterward, I...

I felt better.

I felt great.

- I think it's very brave

that you can talk to meabout all this.

It's so honest.

- It is,

and the fact that you see I'm the same guy,

that... that's real.

That... that shows the kind of connection we have.

- I feel like it brings uscloser together.

I love you so much.

- But it still scares you.

- No.

- You keep doing that thing with your neck.

- I didn't want it to be like this.

- Here...

take it.

I want you to feelcompletely safe.

- You know, maybe I'll give it some time.

- I don't think you'llever convince that man.

You can't reason with grief.

- You're right.

I mean, did you see the look on their faces?

They were scared.

I mean, he's dangerous.

- I'll pack a couple of bagsand send for the rest.

- You guys are leaving?

- Darren? - Are you all right?

- Uh, yeah, you just said you're leaving, right?

- It's a long story.

- Okay, I'm coming with you.

- Darren, honey, we have to leave today.

- No, I'm... that's fine. I'm coming with.

- Son, what's wrong?

- I think I'm in trouble, Dad.

- What's going on?

- Okay, I messed withthe wrong guys,

and I think they're comingto Purge me now.

- Come on.

- It's okay.

- Hey, look at me.

You're coming with us.

Let's go.

- Mom!

Mom! I'm her son.

- Ryan, honey, what... why aren't you in school?

- It got canceled.

Uh, uh, let's get you home. I'll get her home safe.

- Oh, hold on there, sir.

We need to geta little information here.

Let me start with your ID.

Ryan Grant.

- That's it.

- You're retired NOPD.

Well, old timers retire.

I just kicked the habit early.

- Right on.

- We pulled up an Alice Grantwith an address

listed at Lafayette AssistedLiving over on Dorgenois.

Is that right? - Yeah, that's it.

I've got my truck here. I can get her home.

- Okay, we'll back you back. - I don't want to trouble you.

- Oh, no trouble at all, man. Anything for a vet.

- Where are we going now, honey?

- Is this your truck here? - Yeah, it's right here.

- I got it.

Here we go.

- All right, here I go.

Uh-huh.

- Here you go. - Thank you.

- No problem. Y'all drive safe now.

- You hot?

I'll turn on the AC.

There's a gas station up ahead.

I'm gonna stop.

- Where are you going?

- I have to use the bathroom.

- Okay.

Oh, wait.

Uh, can I borrow your phone?

Uh, mine's dead.

I need to call my mom

and let her know I leftsomething back at the house.

- Thanks for letting me use your phone.

You ready to go?

- Drew Adams.

- Hello? - Vivian?

- You saw my flyers?

- Photo got my attention.

How the hell did you know where to post them?

- I, uh, paid some people to plaster them

around dead zones where you were last spotted.

- You could get arrested for talking to me.

They might even have you wired by now.

- No, I'm not. It's safe.

I just...

I did a keystroke analysis on your work station

before they erased it.

I saw what you did... the deleted footage.

- Hey, whatever you do, do not mention that footage

or that case to anyone.

Do you understand? Not even Curtis.

- I won't, but it's against regulation

to tamper with footage like that.

Did you do it?

- I...

Of course not.

- What did you do?

They... they... they won't give me a straight answer,

Curtis just skirts the issue.

- I didn't do anything wrong.

- How do I know that for sure?

- You don't.

Listen to me.

You cannot trust anyone.

- How about you? Can I trust you?

Because there is something very wrong,

and I don't know what to do.

- You can help me.

- What are you looking for?

- I was just, um, checking my makeup.

So I was thinkingafter finals,

maybe we take a trip somewhere?

Wouldn't that be fun?

- Or we can save our moneyfor an apartment.

If we finally had ourown place, we can get a puppy.

Hmm?

Ben?

Where are we going?

Ben?

Ben!

What are you doing?

Ben?

Ben?

- Looks like they're stoppingtraffic ahead.

All right, keep moving.

Pull up. Pull up.

- Hi, Officer.

- Evening, sir.

I need everyone's identification.

- Yes, sir. I'm reaching for it right now.

Come on, guys.

- Got it? - Yeah.

- I'll be right back.

I don't mind Mississippi.

It's so green here.

- Hmm.

- I'm afraid we have a problem.

- What's wrong?

- You and your wife are free to continue,

but sir, you're on our No Travel list.

I can't let you across the state line.

- Wait, that's not right.

Uh, is that some sort of mistake?

- The list comes straight from the NFFA.

There's nothing I can do.

Please turn around.

- Look, Dad, it's not a mistake.

- What are you talking about?

Look, the trouble that I'm inis not with some guys.

It's the government.

Okay, you... you guys should probably just go on without me.

Please, I can't have something happen

to you guys because of me.

- Darren, no. I'm not leaving my son.

- Why?

- Please don't do this.

- Why did you write this? - I was scared.

I'm sorry, but I'm so scared.

- It's just becauseyou don't understand.

- I don't want to understand.

It's sick, Ben.

- You're always goingto be afraid

until you see for yourself.

- I need you to do something for me.

- What?

- Pick up the knife. Let me show you.

- No.No, no, no.

I... I can't.

- Kelen, do this for me.

Pick up the knifeand I'll show you.

Come on!

- Good.

Now I want you to cut me.

- What? No!

- Come on. It's okay.

I'll be here to help you.

You just got to giveyourself permission

to let go of all the guiltand the fear.

Come on.

That's it.

Yeah. Come on!

Yeah.

- Yeah, come on. Do it!

Do it!

What the fuck?

Kelen!

Kelen, wait!

- Kelen!

Kelen!

Kelen!

- Hey! Help me!

- Kelen, wait!

Kelen, wait!

- Oh, my God.

Oh, fuck.

Oh, fuck!

Oh!

- Man, I didn't even... even want to hit her.

She ran right into the road, dude.

I just... are you...

oh, fuck. I've got to call 911!

- Jesus.

That was way too close.

Play time's over.

I'm gonna get you a passportand get you out of here.

- I already told you I'm not leaving.

- Hey, the cops almost caught you today.

You stay here, you're as good as dead.

- When shit went upside down for you, did you run?

- Do you wanna know why?

Because I have people herethat depend on me,

and I'm not gonna put my team

or my motherin that kind of danger.

- Yeah, well, I have people too.

People that were hurt by the NFFA,

and I was part of that.

People like Dr. Adams and Olivia Hughes.

And Tommy.

- What do you know about Tommy?

- The morning after Purge Night,

when Tommy crossed the line...

I was the one who tagged him.

- My best friend is gonna diein there because of you.

- I know.

I'm so sorry.

Why are you telling me this?

Don't you get it?

This is why I have to stay. I have to set things right.

I told myself it was just a job, and if it wasn't me,

somebody else would have to do it.

But I can't think that way anymore.

- You need to leave. - I need to help.

Please, just let me stay.

Please.

- I don't give a fuckwhat you do,

but you're not staying here.

- Guys, are you sure about this?

- We shouldn't have never run.

I mean, why should we leave everything that we worked for?

For some old psycho?

Okay, you got guys like Clintall over this country.

Some of them, they're running this country.

But if we run now, we'll be running forever.

And I ain't running.

All right? We ain't running.

Mm-mm.

- I wanna say thanksfor everything.

The way you feel about Tommy...

The way it eats at you...

I'm carrying thatfor a lot of people I hurt.

You know...

some new personis sitting at my old desk,

pressing the buttonsl used to press,

tagging new Tommys every day,

sending good peopleto prison...

or worse.

And that is why I had to blowup this whole fucking thing.

- Wait.