Original subtitles

(grand orchestral fanfare playing)

(man panting)

(girl speaking indistinctly)

-(light buzzing) -(footsteps)

(wind whistling softly)

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

(speaks Spanish)

(metal rattling in wind)

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

(loud bang)

Rápido.

(boy speaking Spanish)

BOY: Vamos.

(running footsteps)

!Mi hijo!

(speaks Spanish)

-!Ey, mi hijo! -JUAN: !Niño!

(Adela speaks Spanish)

-!Mi hijo! -WOMAN: Sí.

(panting)

-Espérate, niño. -!Ey!

(Adela speaks Spanish)

!Mijo!

(speaks Spanish)

(screams)

(sighs)

(speaks Spanish)

(panting)

(birds chirping)

♪ ♪

WOMAN: Okay.

-Gracias. -Ey.

♪ ♪

KIDS: I pledge allegiance to the flag...

NEWSWOMAN: Illegal immigration on the rise.

NEWSMAN: A surge of migrants into the U.S.

NEWSMAN: Cartels driving people off their land.

NEWSWOMAN: Mexicans flee cartel violence,

seeking the American dream.

NEWSMAN: One must ask, is the dream still alive?

NEWSWOMAN: America is divided by hate,

economics, race, religion...

NEWSMAN: Racial tensions are

flaring up all over. One must...

NEWSMAN: White supremacy rising,

as disinformation spreads.

NEWSMAN: The NFFA voted back into power again.

NEWSWOMAN: The New Founding Fathers

immediately reinstate the Purge.

NEWSMAN (echoing): Is the Purge the answer?

-(woman screams) -NEWSMAN: The rich get richer

and the poor are left behind.

NEWSMAN: ...power. Is a biased media

stoking the flames of discord? Can...

NEWSWOMAN: This country feels like it's at a boiling point.

NEWSWOMAN: The United States of Hate.

NEWSMAN: ...so soon. Can the Purge help this divided nation?

NEWSMAN: These questions will be answered soon,

as the annual blood holiday is once again right upon us.

-CHOIR: ♪ From sea ♪ -(man screaming)

♪ To shining sea. ♪

(distorted sinister laughter)

(creaking)

(horse neighs)

(neighing)

DYLAN: Whoa, whoa. There you go.

You stay right there.

(distressed neighing and nickering)

Whoa, whoa.

Hey, squirrelly, huh, sis?

-Hyah! -Yeah, just a little bit.

Hey. Whoa!

-(distressed neighing) -Whoa, whoa. Hey, down.

Ho. Ho, ho, ho. Ho.

Why does your brother

have to prove himself all the time?

Hey, keep calm. I got you, I got you, I got you.

-Whoa! Ah! -(distressed neighing)

(groaning)

(coughing)

Little more horse than you expected, huh?

(panting)

I know someone who can calm that beast.

(cattle lowing in distance)

(groans softly)

♪ ♪

(horse neighs)

(dog barking in distance)

(sighs)

-♪ ♪ -(distressed neighing)

(distressed neighing)

(Juan shushing)

-(distressed neighing) -Hey.

Mírame, guey.

Tranquila.

Ey, ey, ey, ey, ey.

¿Qué pasó?

Mírame, mírame.

(neighing, snorting)

(Juan clicking tongue)

JUAN: ¿Qué traes, eh?

¿Qué traes?

Ey, ey, ey... Cálmate.

!Ey! Mírame.

-(neighing stops) -Así.

(nickers softly)

(singing quietly in Spanish)

(Juan clicking tongue)

(shushing)

(whispering in Spanish)

(shushing)

(nickering softly)

(Juan speaking Spanish softly)

That's a cowboy.

-(neighs) -(clicking tongue)

(speaking Spanish softly)

Let's get back to work. Come on.

Come on!

Come on.

Let's get back to work.

(busy chatter)

("Un Paro" by Banda Corona del Rey playing over speakers)

Sí.

Okay?

-Right? -Right.

-Darius. -How's she doing?

You know, second week in the country.

The girl's terrified.

She lucky she got you to walk her through this.

She is, and you're lucky you have me to run this place.

I know I am.

The Purge doesn't release anger.

It increases anger. It's a virus.

It's an American-born virus of hate and rage,

and it's injected with a bullet,

and it's spreading, it's growing, it's mutating.

(over TV): The Purge is coming.

(speaks Spanish)

(chuckles softly)

Mmm.

Mm-hmm.

(Juan chuckles, speaks Spanish)

(Adela chuckles)

This...

reminds me of your mother's house.

(Juan speaks Spanish)

Juan, please, where are we?

You need to practice your English.

When in Rome.

When in America.

Just do it for me.

Please.

The Tucker family would really appreciate that, believe me.

DALTON: Now that your wife is pregnant,

if you want any extra help, you're welcome to come by.

We could all lock down together.

Oh, I hate the damn Purge.

It's hard to be social on that night.

-But thank you for the invite. -Anytime.

-Baby, that smells so good. -Mm.

I'm going to the kitchen. Y'all need anything?

You want another beer?

-Yeah, yeah, I'll take one. -Another beer.

-Thank you. -Thank you, honey.

(laughter, chatter)

CASSIE: I don't know. I just feel like

a goddamn Hoover these days.

Everything in my line of sight just gets consumed.

Even things I hate.

(laughs)

You know, Anna's been cooking for us

the most amazing Mexican food, am I right?

-DALTON: Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm. -It's so good but so fattening.

(Anna and kids conversing in Spanish)

-I put on five pounds. -CASSIE: No, you have not.

-(chuckles) -EMILY: Mm-hmm.

You know...

Anna has a sister.

Also a nanny.

-You should meet her. -Yeah, we're all right.

What, baby?

(chuckles) We don't need to meet her sister.

We're fine.

Thank you, though.

Baby, Emily's just trying to be nice and help out, right?

So you're being a little bit rude.

(chuckles): Oh, was I?

(laughs)

My apologies, Emily.

Oh, it's fine.

It's just it's really hard to find good help,

-and Anna's sister's a sweetheart. -CASSIE: Yeah.

We don't need to meet Anna's sister, Emily.

I don't even know if I want our kids

speaking Spanish in this house.

Now, thank you for the offer, but, no, thank you.

Okay, then.

MAN (over earbuds): This is your learn English app.

Lesson 12: Past tense sentences.

-ADELA: Past tense sentences. -MAN: Who would've thought

I would be in Texas?

Who would've, who would've...

I would be in Texas-- Texas?

Who would've thought I would be in Texas?

ADELA: Who would have thought I would be in Texas?

Who... who would have thought

-I would be in Texas? -(faint gunfire)

MAN: I was just visiting friends in Texas.

(faint shouting and gunfire)

Repeat after me.

I was just visiting friends in Texas.

♪ ♪

(busy chatter)

(dog barking in distance)

Hey, Juan.

Kirk tells me that you were late this morning.

I'm never late, sir.

(chuckles)

You're never late?

Hey, Kirk, Juan here says you're lying.

Juan's a free man. He can say whatever he wants.

You know, Juan, you show up late again,

I'm gonna have to fire you. That's the rules.

Yes, sir.

DYLAN: Hey, you know what somebody else told me?

That he found your lariat just laying

in the front of the stable on the ground.

Is that true?

No, sir.

(muttering quietly in Spanish)

T.T., your Purge protection bonus.

-Thank you, Mr. Tucker. -Stay safe.

Thank you, sir.

Kirk.

(speaking Spanish)

You're doing a good job, Juan.

My son's a hair rattled 'cause of yesterday.

Don't take offense.

Thank you, sir.

I really appreciate that.

Can I be honest, Mr. Tucker?

Please do.

Your son doesn't like me because...

I'm Mexican.

And I think Dylan believes

a cowboy shouldn't be from México or...

Argentina or from somewhere else.

I know that a lot of people feel that way,

but I'm not sure that's the case with Dylan.

Uh, he's a very proud man. You one-upped him yesterday.

You're a damn fine cowboy, Juan.

I don't know, sir.

Well...

I don't know either.

I just...

I always taught my son to be a proud American,

but maybe I didn't really teach him what that meant.

I don't even know if I know what that means anymore,

proud American.

World's changing all around us.

At each other's throats.

Confusing times.

I want to give you...

...the goddamn Purge protection bonus.

Stay safe.

Thank you.

♪ ♪

That money's nothing but a way for these people

to keep us alive so they can continue using our slave labor.

We're nothing more than that.

I know what I'm-a use my money for, though,

and it's not for protection.

(clicks tongue)

♪ ♪

(rock music playing over radio)

RADIO ANNOUNCER: We are now just one hour away

from the annual Purge.

As always, home is the best place to be,

and we sure hope you're not out there stuck in traffic.

We strongly advise you to get yourself

and those you care about to a safe place.

So lock those doors, set those security systems,

and stay inside for the next 12 hours.

And for those of you who are partaking,

may God be with you all.

-(door closes) -(knob rattles)

(sighs)

It's one hour.

T.T. said he would be here right now.

(vehicle approaching)

-He's coming. -(sighs): Ay.

♪ ♪

(sighs)

♪ ♪

NEWSWOMAN (over TV): Spring is coming, and so is the Purge.

I've decided that I don't want to be called Granddaddy...

NEWSWOMAN: We spoke with tribal leader Chiago Harjo

-earlier today. -CHIAGO: You had your chance.

Well, what the hell do you want to be called, Dad?

I want to be called Grandfather.

(laughter)

See, my people have been watching from the sidelines,

and we see that America's reached a boiling point.

Hatred like that can't be contained.

You'll burn your cities to the ground.

I'm gonna lock down now, y'all.

-CASSIE: Okay. -CALEB: Yeah.

(buttons clicking, beeping)

(heavy mechanical rattling)

♪ ♪

(distressed lowing)

(bus creaking)

We're almost there, guys.

We're almost there.

(indistinct chatter outside)

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

(bus door creaks open)

(man speaking Spanish over P.A.)

Captain.

Good to see you.

Other half when the job's done?

I know you're good for it, T.T.

All right.

-(speaks Spanish) -(greets in Spanish)

(woman speaking Spanish over P.A.)

MAN (over P.A.): Make your way inside. Keep moving.

We will not be opening our doors until 7:00 tomorrow

-when the Purge is over. -(T.T. speaks Spanish)

(chuckles)

(door clanks, mechanical whirring)

Make yourself at home.

(kids chattering)

(man speaks Spanish)

HARPER: Okay, hold on, hold on, hold on.

CALEB: Look at this.

-(game pieces clinking) -Good.

Wait, what?

-Dang. -What? How did you know how to do that?

-(news theme plays over TV) -(chatter continues quietly)

The national holiday celebrating

our American freedom is finally back.

Good night, Texas,

and good luck.

(emergency signal blaring)

It's starting, y'all.

WOMAN (over TV): This is not a test.

This is your Emergency Broadcast System

announcing the commencement of the annual Purge

sanctioned by the U.S. government.

WOMAN (over TV): ...have been granted immunity

from the Purge and shall not be harmed.

Commencing at the siren,

any and all crime, including murder...

...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)

(siren continues blaring)

(sighs)

-(game pieces clinking) -CALEB: Hmm.

Well...

-(siren continues blaring) -(chuckles)

(breathes deeply)

(siren ends)

(crickets chirping)

(gunshot)

-(man grunting) -WOMAN: Never! Never again!

(dogs growling)

(vicious barking)

(grunting)

(blade stabbing)

(rapid gunfire in distance)

-(dishes clinking) -(quiet chatter)

(staticky music playing quietly over radio)

When in America.

No, that's not what I meant.

What did you mean, then?

That America is everything.

(laughs)

America is México.

America is Africa. America is Italia.

We can take it all, we can learn it all,

and we can embrace it.

You really believe that?

That's what I choose to believe.

♪ Life's a casino ♪

♪ I'm tellin' you ♪

♪ And everybody's playin', boys and girls ♪

-(laughing) -♪ Women, children, me and you ♪

(distant clattering)

HARPER: You're so crazy.

♪ The dice are loaded ♪

♪ And everything's fixed ♪

♪ Even a hobo ♪

♪ Would tell you this ♪

(distant bang)

♪ Welcome to hard times... ♪

-(banging outside) -(music distorting)

(echoing): ♪ And feelin' low ♪

♪ Do you like sinnin'? No? ♪

♪ Well, you will before you go ♪

♪ We got lots of gamblin' ♪

♪ Oh, and we're tellin' lies... ♪

-(song fades) -(lights clinking)

♪ ♪

(soft clank)

(thumping, creaking)

(mechanical whirring)

(whirring winds down)

Stupid.

(mechanical whirring)

(sighs)

(sighs)

(Dylan screams)

-Baby. -Jesus.

-What? -Put the gun down.

What are you doing out here?

(sighs) I thought I heard something.

It's this damn night.

Dylan Tucker, cut the shit.

Fuck the Purge.

Fuck the NFFA.

They don't get to dictate how we live our life.

This is our country, okay?

And we can choose to bring a baby into a world of love.

Why are you laughing at me?

-Damn, honey. -What?

You just kind of turned me on.

-(rapid gunfire) -(screaming)

(man grunts)

(man screaming)

WOMAN: Hurry up!

-(rapid gunfire) -(bell tolling)

(bell continues tolling in distance)

(rapid gunfire in distance)

(tires screech)

Ma'am, you should go back inside.

Just need some air, you know, just for a moment.

(rapid gunfire continues in distance)

It's my first Purge.

-Is it what you expected? -Well, there's parts of México

that sound like this every night.

We got a nice spot here.

Quiet.

Good for you, easy money for us.

-You should get back. -(vehicle approaching)

(radio static crackles)

Three bogeys inbound.

MAN (over loudspeaker): Do not try to hide.

We are the real patriots of America.

It is our job to keep this land free and clean.

-(woman screams) -We will no longer tolerate foreigners

raping and pillaging the United States of America.

(frightened shouting)

We will find you and disinfect you.

America will be American once again.

LEAD MERC: Those guys are fucking insane.

MAN (over loudspeaker): The purification of America

has begun.

(woman grunts)

(man screaming in pain)

ADELA: What the fuck are they doing?

(woman screaming)

(soft electronic whir)

(man screaming in pain)

Help me! Help!

(man and woman screaming)

-I have a clear shot. -LEAD MERC: Don't.

You'll start a war and put all your people in jeopardy.

MAN (over loudspeaker): We will not stop until

our great nation has been fully cleansed.

We will no longer tolerate foreigners raping and pillaging

the United States of America.

Do not try to hide.

We will find you and disinfect you.

(fading): America will be American once again.

LEAD MERC: Hey.

Where'd you learn to handle a weapon like that?

(rapid gunfire continues in distance)

♪ ♪

(fire crackling)

♪ ♪

(siren blaring)

(people murmuring)

(siren continues blaring)

-(doors whirring) -(excited chatter)

-MAN: Oh, my God. -(applause)

-It's over. -(cheering)

WOMAN: We made it through.

(Adela sighs)

-(excited chatter, laughter) -WOMAN: I see you. I see you.

Harp? Come on, let's get to work.

("Before the Next Teardrop Falls" by Freddy Fender plays)

-Harper. -Sis, come on, let's go.

(over radio): ♪ If he brings you... ♪

The day after the Purge should be a holiday.

No?

¿Qué es un holiday?

Holiday? Mm.

♪ If the teardrops... ♪

Another day, another dollar.

Mira.

♪ Before the next teardrop falls ♪

(snarling)

T.T.: Ah, chingado.

-♪ I'll be there ♪ -(man screaming faintly)

♪ Before the next teardrop falls ♪

♪ Si te quiere de verdad ♪

(cattle lowing)

♪ Te deseo ♪

♪ Lo más bueno pa' los dos... ♪

NEWSMAN (over TV): ...busy, jubilant street,

sanitation crews are out in full force

with the macabre task of disinfecting streets

and cleaning corpses from sidewalks and roadways.

The Purge is over, and now the cleanup has begun.

All over the state, violent incidents ended hours ago...

-MAN (over TV): Fake news! -(gunshot)

(woman screaming)

(man shouting)

♪ ♪

(horse snorting)

♪ ♪

ADELA: Where is everybody?

♪ ♪

(sharp bang)

(goat bleating)

(quietly): What the hell?

(bleating continues)

♪ ♪

(gasps)

(bleating)

(grunts softly)

(bleating continues)

(grunts softly)

(Adela gasping)

ADELA: !Ayúdenme!

Help!

(grunts)

(gasping)

Help!

(gasps)

(gasps) Help!

(Adela grunting)

(both singing in Spanish)

(Adela gasping)

(man whistling "America the Beautiful")

Help me. (panting)

Help! (grunts)

You can't do this today!

The Purge is over!

-MAN: No, no. -(Adela shouting in Spanish)

This is the Forever Purge.

It's never stopping.

!Ayúdenme!

Thank you for your participation.

Fuck!

-(screams) -(mechanical clicking)

-(panting) -(man continues whistling)

!Ayúdenme! Help!

(screams) But the Purge is over!

-(sharp clicking) -Help!

Please! (screaming)

(grunting)

ADELA: Boss!

(gasping)

ADELA: Watch out!

MAN: You're gonna fucking die! You're all gonna die!

-(man screams) -ADELA: Help! Boss!

(man screaming)

ADELA: Be careful!

-(grunting) -(stomps squishing)

Boss!

Are you okay?

Boss. (grunting)

(Darius grunts)

-You okay? -Yes.

-(gasping) -Come here.

(both grunt)

-You all right? -Yes.

-(man yelling) -(bar clangs on ground)

(yelling)

(grunts) Fuck you!

Fuck you!

(man choking)

Go! Darius, go!

-(sharp pop) -(Adela groans)

(tires screech)

-(siren whoops) -(vehicle door opens)

Drop your weapon!

-On your knees. Drop it. -DARIUS: We didn't do anything.

-Get on your knees. -Get on your knees.

-They attacked us! -We didn't do anything.

The Purge is over, lady. What the hell are you doing?

ADELA: Sir, this is a mistake!

-Wait, please! -DARIUS: We didn't do anything wrong!

Listen to me.

Listen to us, sir!

JUAN: It's so quiet.

Where is everyone?

JUAN: Oh, come on.

Stop the car.

(speaking Spanish)

Well, well, well.

Look at this.

♪ ♪

This feels like fucking Christmas.

Any of y'all get me a present?

Caleb, I know you did, and let me tell you, sir...

I spent your money well.

Today's your day of reckoning, cowboy.

-(Cassie screams) -(Dylan groans)

You become me

-and I become you, huh? -(grunting)

The old switcheroo is happening on every ranch around here.

You and all your rich-ass neighbors will find out

what it's like to be penniless and powerless.

To be like us!

These rich motherfuckers can't hide

behind their steel walls no more.

This is the way things are now, boys!

This Purge is forever!

-(men chuckling, whooping) -MAN: Yeah.

This is the real Purge.

The eternal Purge.

Ever After!

MEN: Ever After!

(gunfire in distance)

T.T.: Ay, cabrón.

-(grunting) -I'm gonna give you a chance

to save your family, Dylan Tucker,

one by one, but you'll have to pay.

-(grunts) -Let's start with

eeny, meeny,

-miny, ho! -(Harper gasps)

How much would you give for her, Dylan?

How much would you give to stop me from putting a bullet

in your baby sister's head?

Let's say ten bucks, and she lives.

Oh, that seems like a fair market price

for this broke-down, useless woman.

Let's see how much money you got.

Aw, shit, Dylan! I forgot.

You're me now, which means you're broke.

You have no money. That sucks, doesn't it?

See, Dylan, without money,

you have no power.

Without money, you can't save your own little sister,

-and she will die because of it. -(grunting, panting)

But how's that feel?

How's that feel, Dylan?

-Feels like shit, doesn't it? -(Harper whimpers)

That's my life.

It's our life.

That's how we feel.

That's how we have felt

every day since the day we were born!

And I want you to fucking feel that fucking pain

-in your fucking stomach, Dylan! -(muffled shouting)

Goddamn it, it looks like the old man's

got something to say! What?!

Damn it! You're right, Kirk! You're right!

-You're right! -I don't give a fuck if you think I'm right!

You're talking about life in America,

the way the rich get rich off the backs of the poor,

the way it's been ever since we robbed this land

from the Native Americans.

But you got no right

to complain about the very system you're supporting

by picking up that gun

and sanctioning the goddamn Purge...

We need more guns.

CALEB: ...which is all about money.

You know who created the Purge, don't ya?

A bunch of fat, rich businessmen in Washington, D.C.

So what would that make you, Kirk?

What would it make you?

Huh? That would make you their lackey

and a goddamn hypocrite.

They expect you to go out there and do their violence,

so they can play more golf.

They've never even been in a fistfight.

So...

from my family to you,

go fuck yourself.

-(gunshot) -(Cassie screams)

JUAN: Puto.

-(Cassie screaming) -(gunfire continues)

-Take cover! -(men grunting)

We need backup!

MAN (over radio): Copy that. We're on our way.

(sobbing)

Harper.

(wails, pants)

T.T.: What the fuck?!

What the fuck, Kirk?!

-Dad? -The Purge is over, cabrón!

Ever After.

♪ ♪

(distorted chatter, crying)

-The Purge is over, man! -(Harper shouting)

(rapid gunfire in distance)

Cuidado. They're coming.

(gunfire continues)

(shouts in Spanish)

JUAN: You need to get up here.

-Go! -T.T.: Let's go!

JUAN: You need to get your family!

T.T.: Harper! Come on!

Harper! Let's go.

Let's go, let's go.

-Come on! -Come on.

T.T.: Come on.

Come in.

DISPATCHER (over radio): 10-13, we have

three more incidences reported.

-Return to precinct. -(siren wailing)

Copy that.

This is insane.

People not hear the sirens?

-A little busier than last year, huh? -Yeah.

MAN: I shouldn't even be here.

I did nothing wrong.

There's no such thing as crime anymore.

(gunfire and shouting in distance)

Let me fucking go!

Would you shut the fuck up?

Make me.

(giggling)

What's going on, Darius?

I don't know.

-(rapid gunfire) -(people screaming, shouting)

Adela.

DYLAN: All right, let me check the radio.

Maybe there's some news.

NEWSMAN: People are still purging

all across the country.

"Ever After Purge" is popping up all over social media,

continuous purging dubbed the "Forever Purge."

Where the hell are we gonna go?

We'll find somewhere safe.

First we help Juan find his wife,

-then we find somewhere safe. -(phone ringing)

NEWSMAN: Stay inside your homes.

(Rosa speaking frantically)

Gracias.

NEWSMAN: ...they will take action to stop it.

-But still, no one knows... -I know where she is.

...who defined this movement.

-(siren wailing) -(tires squealing)

WOMAN: Ever After. Ever After.

(giggling): This is the first...

real... Purge.

(giggling)

(laughing)

It's never gonna stop.

(woman continues giggling)

Let me fucking go!

♪ ♪

Shit.

It's blocked.

Hold on.

The station is just a few blocks away.

I hope she'll be there.

We can walk from here.

(air brakes hiss)

You go get your wife.

We'll stay here and protect the truck.

But you move fast. It's not safe here.

You don't need to wait for us.

Yes, we do.

I'm coming with you.

You don't have to do that.

No, you don't have to do that.

Yeah, I do.

They saved our lives.

We'll be right here. Now go.

Come on.

(gunfire continues faintly in distance)

T.T.: I'll take the back.

Come on, guys.

This side.

(whispers): Verga.

(flies buzzing)

-(siren wailing) -(tires squealing)

(nearby gunfire outside)

That is a .30-06.

(sighs)

(shouting and gunfire continue outside)

.30-30.

Yeah, yeah.

(rapid gunfire outside)

AR-15.

Listen to that rhythm.

That is a Glock.

(gunfire continues)

-Listen to that bass. -(gun racks)

Double-barrel shotgun.

(rapid gunfire)

AK-47.

(imitates rapid gunfire, chuckles)

Homegrown music from the heartland right there.

(laughing)

That is American music, motherfucker.

(gunfire continues)

(imitates gunfire)

-(siren wailing) -MAN: Damn!

-(tires squealing) -Oh!

Strike up the band!

The symphony sings!

DEPUTY: Hold on! We're under attack!

(grunts)

-(tires squealing) -Dispatch!

We're outside the precinct! Request backup!

Boom, boom, boom!

(metallic creaking)

-(man grunts) -(Adela screams)

(gunfire continues faintly in distance)

What?

Okay.

Honey...

I need you to take this.

Don't ask any questions, not right now.

I'm gonna get out the car. I need you to lock the door.

-Okay. -I'll be right back.

(panting)

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

(screams, gasps)

(door rattling)

Open up, bitch.

(panting)

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

-Baby! -(grunting)

-No! -(pounding on door)

(panting fiercely)

-Yeah! -Cover me!

Go, go, go! Forever Purge!

(man straining)

-(yells) -You're fucking dead, puta!

(both grunting)

Get... (grunts)

Get off me!

You're a pig!

Get the fuck off of me!

Stop fighting it!

-Get the fuck off of me! -(yells, groans)

(both grunting)

(yells)

(screaming)

Motherfucker!

(Adela shouting in Spanish)

Help me!

Fucking pig!

Kill him!

(Adela shouting in Spanish)

(all grunting)

(neck cracks)

(Adela panting)

(people shouting outside, banging on van)

-Move. -MAN: Forever Purge!

Open it up!

-Get out of the way! -WOMAN: Ever After!

(shouting continues)

(woman screams)

-(rapid gunfire) -DARIUS: What was that?

Juan?

-Adela. -Juan!

Juan! Juan.

(Adela panting)

(Adela and Juan speaking Spanish)

MAN: Purge forever!

(panting)

-ADELA: De nada. -!Vamos!

Over here!

(Adela screams)

(gunfire continues in distance)

The truck is coming!

It's Dylan!

Truck! Get in the truck! (shouts in Spanish)

-Get in! -The truck! Come in!

-Come on, boss. -No! Find safety now!

I need to get to my family.

-!Adela! (shouts in Spanish) -We'll help you.

I'll move faster on my own. I'll be fine. Just go.

-JUAN: Go, go, go, go! -Come on!

Here.

You saved my life.

-Thank you, Darius. -Okay.

JUAN: Adela!

(speaking Spanish)

-(gunfire continues) -(woman screams in distance)

(T.T. and Juan shouting in Spanish)

(gunfire continues)

♪ ♪

(wind whistling softly)

(entry bell jingles)

(Spanish newscast playing quietly over radio)

Okay, let's grab everything we can.

T.T.: Peanut butter?

You found the jelly.

This could work.

♪ ♪

NEWSWOMAN (over TV): As the violence escalates

across the country,

we are still trying to get more information.

NEWSMAN: That's right, Ruth.

And we are still trying to figure out

if this Forever Purge was coordinated or spontaneous.

Various hashtags-- #TooMuchHate,

#OneDayNotEnough--

are all over the Internet.

Fringe conspiracy groups supporting the Forever Purge

are calling for a new America to emerge from...

Adela.

I'm scared to have my baby in this world.

NEWSMAN: Freedom to hate. Freedom to purge.

Freedom to die.

The NFFA has advised that anyone

displaying the Ever After flag will be arrested immediately.

We're in this together.

-(news theme plays) -Breaking news.

We've just gotten word that the NFFA

has declared martial law across the country.

U.S. military will be sent into nearly every city

to stop the violence and restore peace.

Citizens are being told to relinq...

JUAN: ¿Bueno?

!Bueno!

(groans softly)

(muttering in Spanish)

(sighs)

(speaking Spanish)

Wait. Juan, I can't understand what you're saying.

Come on. The-the cell things.

The-the... (speaks Spanish)

-Towers? -Yeah, the towers.

The-the cell towers. They are cutting them.

Hey. We just watched that a lot of cities have gone dark.

Miami's gone.

Austin is under siege.

First responders are overwhelmed.

We're in a state of emergency.

It's all over the country.

The violence is spreading and not stopping.

So there's nowhere safe to go.

There's no way to get help.

(Spanish newscast continues quietly over radio)

HARPER: There's that symbol again.

This was planned.

I got a map.

I got ammo.

(speaks Spanish)

-What? -Turn it up!

-Give it to me. -(radio volume increases)

(Spanish newscast continues)

All right. Well, we need to make a move.

They're gonna be coming here for gas.

-Hey. We got news, guys. -CASSIE: What is it?

NEWSMAN: I repeat, your safety...

-T.T.: Take this. -...cannot be guaranteed.

T.T.: All right. Listen up.

NEWSMAN: Due to the waves of violence

currently sweeping the U.S.,

Mexican President León García Soler

and Canadian Prime Minister Sophie Poueche

are opening their borders for the next six hours.

Mexico and Canada will take in anyone from America unarmed

and give them sanctuary

until order is reestablished in the U.S.

Both countries will then close down their borders again

in six hours.

Once again, after six hours,

both borders will be closing indefinitely.

There are reports of violence

from all corners of the United States.

We got to go to Mexico.

NEWSMAN: Other countries all over the world stand by

in amazement at what's happening in the U.S.

To recap, Canadian and...

♪ ♪

Let's go.

We don't have a choice.

NEWSMAN: Authorities are urging everyone to get

to the closest border as soon as possible.

NEWSMAN 2: With only three and a half hours remaining,

thousands of troops have been gathered...

NEWSWOMAN: Entries to Mexico and Canada

are already overwhelmed.

NEWSMAN 3: Listeners, do not delay,

and get out while you can.

We will be ending our broadcast here.

Good luck, America.

Stay safe.

-(static crackling) -(muffled radio chatter)

You don't like me, do you, Dylan?

You don't like Mexicans.

What are you talking about, Juan?

Come on, be honest.

Let's, uh... How do you say this?

Uh, slice the shit?

Cut the shit?

Cut the shit. Yeah.

You want to cut the shit?

I want to cut the shit with you.

All right, I'll cut the shit with you, Juan.

I got no problem with Mexicans.

But I will say I don't understand your culture

just like you don't understand mine.

God's honest truth-- I don't think white people

are any better or worse than anybody else.

But this I do believe.

We should all just stick with our own.

Just leave each other alone.

You might be right.

But we are together now.

The hell is that?

Okay, everybody, wake up.

-Wake up! Be alert! -(rapid gunfire)

(people whooping)

Oh, shit.

-DYLAN: Jesus Christ. -(tires squealing)

Ever After?

(motorcycle engines revving)

Holy shit.

(motorcycle engines revving)

DYLAN: Okay, they're coming up on us.

-(gasps) -(bullets ricocheting)

DYLAN: Holy shit. They're shooting at us.

(motorcycle engines zooming)

Shit. They're slowing us down.

-Pull over! -How many are there?

(Juan speaking Spanish)

-There are two on this side. -DYLAN: You stay down.

Just keep driving.

MAN: Stop this truck! Now!

DYLAN: Stay down. Everyone stay down.

MAN: Stop this truck!

-I'm just gonna run him over. -CASSIE: No, baby.

-No, baby, wait. -HARPER: Wait. Wait.

-Don't. I got an idea. -DYLAN: What?

ADELA: Don't do it. There's too many of them.

HARPER: Juan, get away from the window.

DYLAN: Stay away from the window.

HARPER: Ever After, motherfuckers!

Pull that fucking truck over!

(motorcycle engines revving)

HARPER: Ever After!

She's one of us!

Purge Ever After!

They're going away.

(sighs)

¿Estás bien?

Way to go, Harper.

♪ ♪

(metal screeching)

ANNOUNCER (over speakers): The border will close

in three hours.

(announcement repeats in Spanish)

-(heavy gunfire) -(people yelling, screaming)

MILITARY ANNOUNCER: Attention. This area is under martial law.

Weapons are not permitted.

This is the NFFA.

Lay down your weapons, or you will be shot.

Clear the area.

I repeat, clear the area.

Surrender your weapons...

-(metal grinding) -The hell is that?

CASSIE: Oh, my God.

T.T.: Holy shit.

JUAN: The crossing point is only one mile away.

-(horn honking) -T.T.: There's no way through.

DYLAN: It's blocked. What should I do?

CASSIE: How are we supposed to get through?

We find a way, Cassidy.

Just keep driving.

We got less than three hours.

(engine grinding)

DYLAN: Oh, please don't break down.

Come on, baby. We're nearly there.

Baby, be careful.

-It's blocked. -CASSIE: What?

DYLAN: She's broke down. Come on, we got to get out.

The border's just a few blocks from here.

We can make it. Everybody, you follow Juan.

Get ready. Stay low. Stay together.

I cover you in three, two, one.

Come on! Come on!

MILITARY ANNOUNCER: This is the NFFA.

DYLAN: Go! Let's go, let's go!

MILITARY ANNOUNCER: Lay down your weapons,

or you will be shot.

MAN: Purge this country!

MILITARY ANNOUNCER: Clear the area.

I repeat, clear the area.

Stay close, guys.

Dylan, cover the back.

T.T.: Stay close.

(distant shouting, gunfire)

-T.T.: Mano derecha. -ADELA: T.T., cover the right.

JUAN: Cuida tu derecha. Cuida tu derecha.

-(gun fires) -(man yells)

-T.T.: Juan! Go, go! -(people screaming)

Clear!

JUAN: Move, move!

I'm behind you.

(explosion booms nearby)

Stay close.

MAN: Revolution!

(helicopter blades whirring)

Get to the wall. Get to the wall.

Come on. Come on, come on, come on.

There's the wall, guys.

MAN: Those are innocents. Let 'em through.

-(rapid gunfire) -MAN: Kill them brownies!

T.T.: Dylan, get back.

JUAN: They have a .50 caliber.

ADELA: Stay with me. Stay with me.

-(explosion) -DYLAN: Oh, shit!

-Let's use it as cover. -Surrender your weapons...

-JUAN: Let's go! -DYLAN: You guys go to the wall!

JUAN: Get cover! Get cover!

T.T.: Move, move!

MILITARY ANNOUNCER: This is the NFFA...

To the diner! The diner!

Go, guys! Go ahead, go ahead, go ahead.

MILITARY ANNOUNCER: Clear the area.

ADELA: Stay close.

DYLAN: Come on! We're gonna go across!

Come on, guys! Let's go! Let's go!

(shouting in Spanish)

DYLAN: Put your heads down when you come in.

-We can go. Stay back. -DYLAN: Keep your head down.

-Keep your body down. Go. -Yeah, yeah.

We need to keep up. Follow me, okay?

(Cassie screams, whimpers)

ADELA: Stay down. Stay down.

(distorted music playing over jukebox)

(loud clattering)

-T.T.: What is that? -DYLAN: It's a tank.

We're gonna go across to the theater!

-Across to the theater. -CASSIE: Okay.

JUAN: When the truck passes, let's make a run.

(helicopter blades whirring)

We have to cross right now!

DYLAN: There's a fucking tank down there.

Come on! Come on!

ADELA: Oh, my gosh!

DYLAN: Come on. Get in.

Get in. Get in.

-T.T.: Come on! -JUAN: Tank is on move!

MILITARY ANNOUNCER: This is the NFFA.

(explosion)

-(rumbling) -(high-pitched ringing)

(alarm chirping)

Hey. (speaking Spanish)

-(coughing) -(speaks Spanish)

JUAN: Adela.

T.T.: No, no, no. Come on!

-JUAN: Adela. -ADELA: Juan?

-Are you okay? -Juan.

-It's blocked. -Are you guys okay?

Adela, we'll go around.

Find another way out.

-CASSIE: Baby? -I can't get it open!

-Baby, open the door. -(grunts) I can't get it open!

Baby?

(alarm continues chirping)

ANNOUNCER: The border will close

-in two hours and 30 minutes. -Come on.

(announcement repeats in Spanish)

(horns honking)

MILITARY ANNOUNCER: Attention. This area is under martial law.

(panting)

INNKEEPER (from Dracula): We people of the mountains

believe, at the castle...

He wants me to ask if you can wait

and go on after sunrise.

RENFIELD: Well, I'm sorry, but there's a carriage meeting me

at Borgo Pass at midnight.

-INNKEEPER: Borgo Pass? -RENFIELD: Yes.

INNKEEPER: Whose carriage?

RENFIELD: Count Dracula's.

-INNKEEPER: Count Dracula's? -RENFIELD: Yes.

INNKEEPER: Castle Dracula?

RENFIELD: Yes, that's where I'm going.

-INNKEEPER: To the castle? -RENFIELD: Yes.

(screams) Fuck.

(both panting)

A fucking bat.

Fuck.

INNKEEPER: ...at the castle, there are vampires.

Dracula and his wives.

They take the form of wolves...

MILITARY ANNOUNCER: Attention. This area is under martial law.

Weapons are not permitted.

JUAN: Oh, shit.

There's another tank.

We can't go around.

-Wait. Wait here. -Okay.

All clear.

Let's get out of here.

-(grunting) -(Adela screams)

(Cassie screams)

(hyperventilating)

-All good? -Behind you!

(grunting)

(frantic chatter, screaming)

T.T.

ADELA: There.

Stay next to the wall, okay?

MILITARY ANNOUNCER: Return to your homes.

I repeat, return to your homes.

Stay next to me.

DYLAN: I need to get to my wife.

What are you looking for?

We Mexicans leave signs

all over our city to help each other.

Adela is following them.

If we want to find our wives, we should do the same thing.

Go on.

♪ ♪

-(explosion) -(screams) -Fuck.

MILITARY ANNOUNCER: Return to your homes.

-Hold this. -Okay. Okay.

MILITARY ANNOUNCER: I repeat, return to your homes.

CASSIE: Adela.

ADELA: Yes?

How come you know how to fight like that?

I was part of the autodefensas.

What?

A group of women fighting the cartels.

We did damage to them.

They forced me and Juan off our land.

This is how we got here to the States.

Here.

For you.

Okay.

(helicopter blades whirring)

ADELA: Army's passed. Come on.

-CASSIE: Okay. -ADELA: Stay with me.

Let's go.

ANNOUNCER: The border will close in two hours

and 15 minutes.

(announcement repeats in Spanish)

(speaks Spanish) Drop it! Move or I kill you.

Hand 'em over. Down.

Drop your weapons.

There's nothing you can do.

Drop 'em.

You, too, amigo.

Come on, now.

You're surrounded. You will be shot.

(gun drops to ground)

ELIJAH: That a boy.

It's all right, pretty thing. Come on, now.

-Do it. -(gun drops to ground)

ELIJAH: Nice and easy. Good.

MOTHER HARDIN: You fucking deaf, son?

(gun drops to ground)

Good boy.

ELIJAH: Look what we got here.

Couple of bad hombres.

MOTHER HARDIN: Well, I'll be.

-There's two of us and two of them. -ELIJAH: Mm.

That right there is what's wrong with this country.

What do you want to do about 'em, Daddy?

Why don't we give our fellow Americans here

an opportunity to redeem themselves?

MOTHER HARDIN: Yeah, I like the sound of that.

ELIJAH: Mm, let me explain.

You kill the brownies,

and the two of you can live,

stay here in this great, God-loving country.

Help us purify this nation once and for all.

That's what the Ever After Purge is all about.

Fuck you, redneck.

Yeah, fuck you, pig.

No, fuck you, bitch!

This country's gone haywire. It don't know itself no more.

You don't fucking know yourself.

ELIJAH: Mother, Mother, Mother, it's okay.

MOTHER HARDIN: Look in the fucking mirror!

Mother! Hey, it's okay.

Maybe this will help y'all.

MOTHER HARDIN: You happy now?

Mother.

Gladly.

(gasping)

(Harper whimpering)

HARPER (muffled, echoing): T.T., no!

Trinidad. ¿Estás bien?

MOTHER HARDIN: Let the purification begin.

-(speaks Spanish) -MOTHER HARDIN: You whore.

Fucking dying? Oh, you fucking little beaner.

You fucking ain't worth shit.

Get the fuck back.

Don't even think about it, brownie.

SOLDIER: This is the NFFA!

Lay down your weapons, or you will be shot.

ELIJAH: Shoot the pigs!

Mother! Call for backup!

Shit.

Backup! Backup! We need backup, goddamn it!

Backup's coming, baby.

-(groans) -Fuck!

(grunting)

(grunting)

Mother, no! No!

-Mother! -JUAN: Harper, let's go!

Mother! (yells)

(engine revs, tires squeal)

-SOLDIER: Take cover! -SOLDIER 2: RPG!

(yelling)

Mother!

Mother, no.

No, no, Mother.

(shouting and gunfire continue in distance)

♪ ♪

ELIJAH: This is Alpha Leader.

Request recon, all units.

ADELA: It's here.

If our men are alive, they will be here.

Help me with the door.

Are you sure that this is safe?

Stay over there.

CASSIE: Are you sure that they're here?

ADELA: They have to be.

-(gun cocks) -(Cassie gasping)

Está bien.

(Cassie whimpers, sniffles)

(quiet chatter, babies crying)

Sit down.

CASSIE: I don't see them.

Where are they?

ANNOUNCER: The border will close in two hours.

(announcement repeats in Spanish)

♪ ♪

Adela. Adela.

ADELA: Ay. (chuckles)

(gasps, sobs)

(sighs)

Cassie. Oh, my God.

You okay?

T.T.?

NEWSWOMAN (over TV): We have breaking news now.

This is just coming in. We have been notified

that there has been an attack in El Paso

at a U.S. Army military base.

As a result, the NFFA is pulling all

military troops out of El Paso.

Again, the military is retreating out of El Paso

after suffering massive losses

in their battle against purgers,

including an attack on a U.S. Army base.

NEWSMAN: And now I'm hearing that in response

to the Army's withdrawal, Mexico will now be closing

their El Paso border crossing point immediately.

Again, the El Paso border point will no longer be open

to United States citizens fleeing the Forever Purge.

Americans left behind at the now closed border wall

are being slaughtered by purgers. It is a war.

El Paso has fallen to Ever After purgers

who are going door-to-door hunting down anyone

who is not a part of their hate group.

ANNOUNCER: The border is now closed.

(announcement repeats in Spanish)

-(siren blaring) -(low murmuring)

NEWSMAN: At this point, already,

you can feel there's a change in the air...

This city's gonna get even worse.

Ven. Come.

Get out the back.

Find Chiago.

Move fast. Tell him to meet us

in the corner of, uh, Amboy and Highland.

Tell him, if he doesn't do this,

many good people will die, including me. Okay?

Okay, let's go! Follow me.

-I know a way to safety. -Come on! Come on!

I need you to stand up and walk with us, okay?

-Okay. I can do it. -Can you do that?

-Come on, come on, come on. -Come on, baby. Come on. -Okay.

!Vámonos, cabrónes! !Por allá!

-Orale. -(speaks Spanish) Vamos.

♪ ♪

PURGE ANNOUNCER: The purification will not stop.

This city is now occupied by the real patriots of America.

Our duty is to uphold American beliefs and values

while keeping America pure and free

-from refugees and terrorists. -(people yelling)

We have taken back what is lawfully ours,

and we will now embark

on purification of our nation, city by city.

Only full-blooded Americans are welcome here.

-All invaders will be purged. -(trembling breaths)

We control El Paso and all of Texas.

The purification will not stop.

This city is now occupied by the real patriots of America.

(whispers): You're clear.

MAN: Just keep your voices down.

WOMAN: Listen. Don't worry.

-MAN: Try to stay calm. -DYLAN: Head down.

Who's that?

MAN: It's okay. It's okay.

(hushed chatter)

WOMAN: Is it here?

-(sighs) -GUARD: Guys?

It's them.

-WOMAN: Hey. -MAN: It's them!

(sighs)

Chiago, take us to Mexico, please.

Get 'em on board. We're leaving.

Gracias, Chiago.

-Okay. Come on, come on, come on. -(Cassie groans)

-Come on. -Come on, this way.

-They're here. -Go, get in the truck.

Come on, let's go, let's go.

(fire crackling)

(rapid gunfire in distance)

MAN (over radio): Alpha Leader, come in.

Alpha Leader, do you copy?

-We've found 'em. -Where?

They're headed for the border through the reservation.

Follow 'em. Don't lose 'em.

I'll catch up.

♪ ♪

How are you getting us across?

My tribe has lived right on the border

of the U.S. and Mexico for centuries.

We were the only people who could legally cross.

Then the wall split us.

But there are parts of the terrain los pendejos

can't build the wall on.

Too dangerous.

And we use it to make passage.

We'll take you through.

Some of you deserve another chance.

♪ ♪

(person coughing quietly)

(gasps)

Are you in labor?

(softly): Mm.

DYLAN: Cassie, we got to get you to Mexico.

I know it's bad timing, baby.

You'll be okay.

There'll be help when we get across.

Camps have been set up, okay?

Thank you.

Dylan.

Look.

(engines revving in distance)

Damn it.

Juan?

Yeah?

DYLAN: Looks like we got trouble coming.

(engines roaring)

♪ ♪

MAN: They're here.

(truck stops)

-Let's go. Come on, people. -Go, go, go!

This is the crossing point! We're on foot from here!

-Let's go! -(urgent chatter)

-Let's move! Fast! -MAN: Come on, let's go!

XAVIER: Follow me!

I will guide you!

-(chatter continues) -Vámonos.

They're getting close.

-XAVIER: Follow me. -We need to move.

-Hey, honey? -Yeah?

You go let these people get you across the border, okay?

-Baby, where are you going? -Yeah, you go ahead.

I love you. I'll be right behind you.

-Baby, you have to go with me. -Go on.

-Don't leave me. -Go. I have to stop them.

-No, baby. You cannot leave me. -You just focus on the baby.

-Okay? -Cassie, I'll protect you.

-Thank you, sister. -Yeah.

DYLAN: You got her?

We'll see you over there, all right?

Get her to the medics in Mexico.

Get 'em across the border safely!

-(Cassie panting) -MAN: Rápido.

HARPER: That's it. On here.

-Sit on it. -(groaning)

Put your knees underneath it.

DYLAN: Yeah, I'm low on ammo.

-You guys got ammo? -CHIAGO: We have a few guns,

but when the bullets run dry, draw them in close, use blades.

ADELA: Give me a magazine.

CHIAGO: It's the last round of ammo.

Make it count.

-We'll help you. -But it's not your fight.

We've been fighting this fight for 500 years.

Take what you need.

♪ ♪

(engines revving)

This is our last stand.

On my ready!

Let 'em get close!

Wait for 'em!

Wait for it!

(engines roaring)

♪ ♪

(arrow whistles)

-(groans) -Are you okay?

(explosions booming in distance)

-Help her. -MAN: Take my hand.

Now!

(screams)

Go. Go, go, go.

!A chingar a su madre, cabrones!

Take cover! Now!

(gun clicking empty)

-(grunting) -I'm out!

-(gun clicks empty) -(groans)

-CHIAGO: Go! -DYLAN: Come on.

Damn it.

I'm out!

-Yeah, I'm out, too. -I have one left.

(gunfire continues)

Come on, motherfucker!

(gunfire stops)

Fuck.

Hunt 'em down and kill 'em all.

Save that Mexican son of a bitch for me.

-(others murmuring) -Purge and purify, Ever After!

OTHERS: Ever After!

♪ ♪

(doors creak)

(panting)

(grunts)

(sighs)

(indistinct chatter)

They're coming.

Good.

We slow them down.

Give our people more time to get across safely.

You guys stay in here. We'll cover the back room.

♪ ♪

(panting softly)

(engines revving in distance)

(engine revving)

(engines revving)

(chimes jingling softly)

(engines revving)

-(blade stabbing) -(men grunting)

(panting)

ELIJAH (outside): We got this handled here.

Rest of you go stop 'em from crossing the border.

-MAN: On it. -MAN: Got it.

Let's go.

♪ ♪

We're gaining on 'em. They can't be far.

(engines revving)

(shouts in Spanish)

(Adela shouts)

(grunts)

Adela!

(panting)

JUAN: Adela. Adela.

MAN: There he is. Grab him!

-(Juan groans) -(men grunting)

(groans)

(grunting continues)

(gasping, straining)

(grunting)

(yelling)

(gasps)

-(Elijah yells) -(Adela screams)

Adela!

(both grunting)

Fucking whore!

(panting)

(straining)

♪ ♪

(screams)

(grunting)

-(gun firing) -(Adela gasps)

Call your people and tell 'em you need help.

(panting)

(grunting)

(man groaning)

Call out now!

(gun firing)

(panting)

Fucking English!

(straining)

(Adela shouts in Spanish in distance)

ELIJAH: Translate! What are you saying?!

(Adela groans)

I said speak English!

-Translate! -(Adela shouting in Spanish)

Speak fucking English!

I'll do it!

Speak English!

I will cut your throat!

Speak...

(choking)

(Adela speaks Spanish)

DYLAN: I got him.

(panting)

Does this translate?

Pendejo.

(gunshot echoing)

(Dylan panting)

♪ ♪

(both sigh)

(kicks body)

♪ ♪

You made it.

You just crossed into México.

She'll be there.

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-Gracias. -Gracias.

Thank you. We owe you our lives.

-Hospital? -(busy chatter)

Hospital? ¿Médico?

-Sí. -Here?

(panting)

(quiet chatter)

CASSIE: I love you so much.

-(Dylan gasps) -I love you.

-Dylan. -Baby.

-Oh, my... -You made it.

(chuckles softly)

-Look who's here. -(baby cooing)

-Oh, my God. -(laughs)

-(whispering): Baby. -Hi.

-It's a girl. -It's a girl?

You want to hold your daughter?

-Can I? -Please.

(baby cooing)

(whispers): Hey.

-Hi. -(laughs): Hey.

-Thank you. -Congratulations.

Thank you.

Gracias, Juan.

Muchas gracias, Adela.

It's a girl. It's a girl.

♪ ♪

-(vehicles rumbling) -(static crackles)

(newswoman speaking Spanish over radio)

-(static crackles) -(newsman speaking Spanish)

-(static crackles) -NEWSMAN: ...sheltering over

two million American refugees and...

NEWSWOMAN: Who knows what will become

of these American Dreamers?

NEWSWOMAN: There is no end in sight

to the violence and uprising.

NEWSMAN: As of today, the NFFA has sent the military into

every major city and county.

-(explosions rumbling) -NEWSMAN: The NFFA is being

destroyed by their own creation, as the Purge

can no longer be contained to just one night a year.

NEWSMAN: In New York, ordinary citizens

are picking up weapons.

They're warring with Forever Purgers in Times Square.

NEWSWOMAN: Reports are now coming in that large groups

of Americans are banding together and fighting back

against these purgers, against hate, fear and violence.

NEWSWOMAN: All of the United States as we once knew it

-may be disappearing... -NEWSMAN: Who knows?

What will the new America look like when this all ends?

♪ This isn't over, it's about to start ♪

♪ I got nothing to lose and everything in my heart ♪

♪ Is telling me that it's time, I'm going against the odds ♪

♪ When this shit is life-and-death ♪

♪ Then what the fuck is the law? ♪

♪ This isn't over, it's about to start ♪

♪ I got nothing to lose and everything in my heart ♪

♪ Is telling me that it's time, I'm going against the odds ♪

♪ When this shit is life-and-death ♪

♪ What the fuck is the law? ♪

♪ A mí humillaron, me tumbaron y me pateron ♪

♪ Y mi trabajo quebraron y hasta lo piesotearon ♪

♪ Me han hecho sentir menos ♪

♪ Me pusieron mil peros mil vecez me vi en cero ♪

♪ Insultos me dijeron yo no soy ni la victima ♪

♪ Pero ni tampoco monstro ♪

♪ Lo que pasa es la venganza por fin tiene rostro porfin ♪

♪ Tengo el gozo de salirme del lodo de los dias tormentosos ♪

♪ Ahora si me las cobro ♪

♪ This isn't over, it's about to start ♪

♪ I got nothing to lose and everything in my heart ♪

♪ Is telling me that it's time, I'm going against the odds ♪

♪ When this shit is life-and-death ♪

♪ Then what the fuck is the law? ♪

♪ This isn't over, it's about to start ♪

♪ I got nothing to lose and everything in my heart ♪

♪ Is telling me that it's time, I'm going against the odds ♪

♪ When this shit is life-and-death ♪

♪ What the fuck is the law? ♪

♪ This is not a test, this is what you made me do ♪

♪ Got me against the wall and you wanna blame me, too? ♪

♪ I've lost it all and you wanna hate me, too? ♪

♪ Pues aver a como nos toca ♪

♪ 'Cause I hate you, too ♪

♪ Ahi vamos portodo nimodo ♪

♪ Ain't no taking it back ♪

♪ You hate me for all that I have ♪

♪ That you know that you lack, invisible to you ♪

♪ To you, it's either white or it's black ♪

♪ So you painted me out to be bad, now I'm giving you that ♪

♪ But this isn't over, it's about to start ♪

♪ I got nothing to lose and everything in my heart ♪

♪ Is telling me that it's time, I'm going against the odds ♪

♪ When this shit is life-and-death ♪

♪ Then what the fuck is the law? ♪

♪ This isn't over, it's about to start ♪

♪ I got nothing to lose and everything in my heart ♪

♪ Is telling me that it's time, I'm going against the odds ♪

♪ When this shit is life-and-death ♪

♪ What the fuck is the law? ♪

♪ Law ♪

♪ This is my story, my vengeance, my side ♪

♪ My family been here, my honor, my pride ♪

♪ My blood, sweat and tears compounded my grind ♪

♪ Now I'm blamed by your kind for tears that I cried ♪

♪ But ain't no way around it ♪

♪ You can't relate to my problems ♪

♪ Even your hate is what causes most of the pain ♪

♪ That I've often had to contain in a bottle ♪

♪ But now I'm changing it all up ♪

♪ I'm-a regain all my strength ♪

♪ And make you feel inhumane like you taught us ♪

♪ But this isn't over, it's about to start ♪

♪ I got nothing to lose and everything in my heart ♪

♪ Is telling me that it's time, I'm going against the odds ♪

♪ When this shit is life-and-death ♪

♪ Then what the fuck is the law? ♪

♪ This isn't over, it's about to start ♪

♪ I got nothing to lose and everything in my heart ♪

♪ Is telling me that it's time, I'm going against the odds ♪

♪ When this shit is life-and-death ♪

♪ What the fuck is the law? ♪

♪ A mí humillaron, me tumbaron y me pateron ♪

♪ Y mi trabajo quebraron y hasta lo piesotearon ♪

♪ Me han hecho sentir menos ♪

♪ Me pusieron mil peros mil vecez ♪

♪ Shit is life-and-death, what the fuck is the law? ♪

♪ Yo no soy ni la victima pero ni tampoco monstro ♪

♪ Lo que pasa es la venganza por fin tiene rostro porfin ♪

♪ Tengo el gozo de salirme del lodo de los dias tormentosos ♪

♪ Ahora si me las cobro ♪

♪ Mm ♪

♪ A mí humillaron, me tumbaron y me pateron ♪

♪ Mm ♪

♪ This shit is life-and-death, what the fuck is the law? ♪

♪ Mm ♪

♪ Nothing to lose and ev-- Nothing to lose and ev-- ♪

♪ Mm ♪

♪ Against the odds, when this shit is life-and-death ♪

-♪ What the fuck is the law? ♪ -(song ends)

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(music fades)