- Sorry. Sorry I'm late.
I was appointed by the court to your defense
and due process,
under Amendment 29 of the U.S. Constitution.
I looked over your file.
It's pretty cut and dry.
I'm gonna recommend you plead guilty.
I'm sorry. I forgot my manners.
How are you doing today?
- Never been better.
- All right. Case 20854.
Citizen Thomas Adrian Ortiz. Age 38.
Accused of armed robberyand trespassing
occurring on March the 22nd.
- That's correct, your honor.
As such, we requestthe defendant be categorized
and sentencedas a level R major felon.
- And what evidence will you offer to support the charges?
- Exhibits 1 through 34.
Our CCTV footage pulled from the morning of March 22nd.
All angles, audio,
and coordinates have been NFFA verified.
As you can see, the defendant is clearly on private property
after the last Purge siren ended,
making his actions criminal.
- How do you plead?
Son, are you fixing to flat-outlie to this court?
- Plead guilty. Beg for mercy.
- Guilty Your Honor, but, uh...
- But?
- I know this technically qualifies as a level R,
but all I did was move a bag of cash from point A
to point B,
and I missed the property line by a few inches.
That's bad timing. I'm not a threat.
You have my records there.
I served the community well for many years.
I don't have any criminal history.
- Well, years of acting rightdoesn't give you free reign.
We're not here to reviewyour whole damn life.
Let the record state that you,
the defendant, have entered a plea of guilty.
- Your Honor... - Case 20854 is now closed.
Like all parties guilty of a level R crime,
defendant is hereby sentenced to...
- Wait, Your Honor. Hold on, please.
Please. - To death.
Execution will be carried outin 356 days,
on next Purge Night.
- I don't... I don't deserve this.
I didn't hurt anyone.
- If he so chooses, he may enter the auction,
and 5% of all payments will beawarded to the next of kin.
- Wait a minute. - Bailiffs.
- We're talking about a level R.
This is... this is ridiculous. No, wait!
Your Honor. Your Honor!
- Get him out of here! - This is bullshit, Your Honor!
You can't do this to me! This is not justice!
You betterfucking do something!
- I need a little liquidcourage before tonight.
- Yeah, and I need you on your toes.
You know what we're gonna find out there.
- You really thinkit'll be that bad?
- Yeah. I do.
- Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Purge Night.
Our city attracts a lot of people on Purge Night,
and this year, some of those people
are calling for open season on anyone with a badge.
Officers have been given a list of the recent arrests
and parolees.
Watch out for anyone you gave so much as a parking ticket to.
Everybody changes here.
No uniforms on the street tonight.
I want to see each and every one of you back here
first thing tomorrow.
We strongly advise that you stay home tonight.
- Let's roll.
- We really doing this?
- You want to try to arrest Caruso again?
Have the case kicked again?
Caruso's responsible for half of the drug crime in the city.
So let's use the Purge to end this piece of shit
and do something good.
- Hear, hear.
- I understand what you'retrying to do,
but officially, this isnot department sanctioned.
I recommend walking away. Now.
- Anybody who wantsto leave can.
No hard feelings.
- Okay.
Thank you.
Be careful out there tonight.
- Tommy, what's the timeline?
- District four reports a possible criminal activity.
I need my best eyes on them.
This guy was spotted multiple times
driving within 1,000 feet of the tarmac in Overton.
Cameras never caught a clear view of his face.
- Is that a crime? - No, but it's suspicious.
Protocol says we needan ID on the driver.
- Get his face, and then get his record.
Let me know if there's anything I need to kick upstairs.
- You will have it by the end of the day.
- So who is this mystery man?
- Um...
Just give me a sec.
- What up? You've reached Darren.
You know what to do at the tone.
- Uh, Mr. Moore, this is Esme Carmona calling again.
Call me back.
I have something you need to see.
- Thanks for agreeing to meetso last minute.
How you doing?
- I could use a good night's sleep.
- I'm working on that.
Your neighbor's bank recordschecked out.
Nothing connectingthe Cartwrights to Purge Night.
- So Steve, he's an asshole, but not a murderer.
All right.
Well, that was a long shot.
We barely know them.
- That doesn't meanhe doesn't know you,
and I check out everyone.
- Well, what about the malpractice suit?
- I dug into it.
The payoutwouldn't have come close
to covering your contract.
- All right, so what?
You came over here to tell me you got nothing?
- This is why I askedto meet you alone.
- My wife? - Your second, right?
- Does it matter? - I don't know.
But when I comparedher cell phone records
against her calendar,
some of the geo tagsdidn't line up.
Bottom line is, she's hiding something.
- I'm sure she can clear all that up.
- Great. I hope so.
But in my line of work,
cases like these, it's someone you know.
Someone you're close to.
The vast majorityof domestic Purges
are committed by the spouse.
- Open case B246 and scan for facial features.
What do you think? - Um, nada.
He's hidden in every one.
Plates... they're from out of state,
so it will take some time to run them.
- He probably swaps them, if he's this careful,
but the system can search for that numerical sequence
from all cameras. Type it in.
Hmm. There it is.
- What? - Armored truck.
Probably on a bank run.
Remember the crewthat robbed First Parish?
- Clearly not as wellas you do.
- They took great care to hide their faces,
and this picture was taken a few blocks from that bank.
I'll pull up the logs from that Purge Night.
Let's see if it's an ID match.
- Can't call it a positive match.
Can you?
- Huh.
No.
Who the hell is this guy?
- You okay? - What?
- I said, "Are you all right?" - Yeah, I'm good.
- Um, we can stop. - Do you want to?
- Yeah, I don't know. You're not even looking at me.
- I'm sorry.
God damn it.
Fuck.
Shit.
- What's going on with you?
- I don't know what's going on.
- Here.
Try to relax.
- I should see if Turner has some blue pills or something.
- You know those thingsseriously mess up
your sperm count, right? - I was kidding.
- What you should dois punch Turner in the face.
He left you alone, and seriously,
if you want to try something,
strawberries are likenature's blue pill.
How do you even know that?
CNN.
- Swapped plates. Just like you thought.
- Pull up the sector grid.
People tend to follow patterns. Play it.
Go back a day.
Go back a week. Same time.
- He's punctual. - No one's that punctual.
- You are.
- As far as we can tell,
this guy hasn'tbroken the law.
But you're not this good athiding unless you need to be.
Follow him down that street.
- There's no cameras down that street.
It's a dead zone.
- Hmm.
He's good. I'll give him that.
- Mm-hmm.
- He knows exactly where we're looking and where we're not.
I'll go check on that dead zone.
What are the timestampson the hits?
Uh, between 9:00 and 9:11.
- Then we have our window.
- Michelle? - Be out in a sec.
We got a notice about an HOA meeting on Wednesday.
Are you coming with me?
- Uh, no thanks. I hate those things.
- You mean you don't want to hear
Oscar and April discuss the merits of exposed brick?
- Uh, you can take notes, right?
And what did the investigator say?
Did she have any leads?
- Nothing really.
Just her telling mewho she thinks didn't do it.
- Well, couldn't she have just called then?
- I don't know, Michelle. This is all new to me.
I mean what do youwant me to say?
- I don't want you to say anything.
Not if you're gonna say it like that.
- I'm sorry.
I'm just... I'm just tired.
So where are you going? You just got back.
- I got a client meeting downtown,
and then I'm meeting up with the girls for drinks.
- Drinks? Again?
You are no place to lecture me.
- All right. Will you be back for dinner?
- Not sure, so don't wait on me.
- Shit.
- So how will you use this freedom?
Will you right some wrongs?
Will you heal?
Will you hurt?
Will you...
- You lost or something?
- No.I was...
Online, it... it said
this place is good for getting out aggression.
- Yeah, that's right. You ever done this before?
Sign here.
- What is this? - It's a release.
Waives all your rights, in case of an accident.
- What kind of accident? - They're animals.
They don't want to die. Cash only.
Let's get you dressed.
Large should suit youjust fine.
Now, make sure you securethe neck and the sleeves,
or blood'll find a way in. Always does.
Now you get to choose.
Oh, and one more thing.
Preserve the meat.
There's no way.
Where the hell are you going?
- You go left. I'll go right.
Hey, take it easy.
- Ryan, you good?
- Snipers.
They've only seen me.
You guys should get out of here.
- We're not leaving you. - This isn't up for debate.
When I lay down fire you move. Go.
- Ryan, stop.
- Reynolds, what the fuck are you doing out here?
- Easy does it, officer.
Get him up.
Come on. Get him up.
- You've been working with Caruso the whole time?
How many cops you got out here?
- All the smart ones.
- Drop it.
- Well, one person pulls the trigger we're all dead.
- Stand down.
Get the fuck out of here, Ryan.
I tried to tell you to stay home tonight.
You should have listened.
- Got your message. - What happened to Doug?
- I haven't talked to him.
Why'd you call the meeting?
- It's okay, kid.
Not everybody has the stomach for it.
- It's okay.
We all know what you're feeling.
This is a safe space.
I try to pretend everything is okay.
- You don't have to pretend.
- I still can't sleep with the lights off.
- And what about your husband?
Is there any chance he could come here with you?
Share his story?
- He's so paranoid.
I know he wouldn't want me
talking about what happened
to a bunch of anonymous strangers.
And he's so focused on
figuring out who came after him that sometimes...
- Whenever you're ready. - It's okay.
Sometimes he forgets who's right by his side.
- I think we all know how you feel.
Let's just go around the room and share our Purge traumas.
- I found out why there wasn'ta bigger haul.
The money was never supposedto be in that bag.
- What?
- Federal law only requires
that they keepa certain amount on hand.
Trucks move the rest toa private airstrip in Overton.
The banks put the moneyin the air,
and they keep the planesup there all night,
so it can't be touched.
I told you I'd findsomething out, and I did.
They're moving that money,
and we can take it before itever leaves the ground.
Anybody listeningto what I just said?
- We're always listening.
It's just not working out so well these days.
- This is the score to fundthe rest of our lives.
This is like breakinginto the bank's bank.
- It just sounds dangerous, man.
I got kids to think about. - I'm thinking about your kids.
We are busting our assesevery year to stay afloat.
My mother, your family, your mortgage.
Working for hourlyis not gonna cut it for us.
- Okay, sure.
What happened on the force limited our options.
- Limited options?
What, no pension? No college education?
Just a bunch of scars, a busted-up liver,
and the joys of living with PTSD.
- I don't know, Ryan.
- Hey, we do this. We do it our way.
We play by the rules, and wealways have each other's backs.
I'm not gonna do this without you.
We pull this off we're gonna be very happy.
- Hey, it's Darren. I got the message.
You wanted to talk to me about Dr. Adams?
- Yes. Great.
Meet me at the cafe on Jackson.
- I need a word. - Rough night?
- You let my team walk right into a death trap.
- Everything I did was legal.
- How much is Caruso paying you for protection?
- Enough to put my kidthrough college.
- Would you fucking listen to yourself?
How many other kids are gonna die,
because of the drugs you're letting into the city?
This doesn't have the same weight it used to.
- It's a new world out there. I chose to adapt.
- Yeah? Well, so am I.
- Well, good luck out there. You're gonna need it.
- What does that mean?
- It means you walk awayfrom us you pay a price.
You try and get a city job, I'll stop it.
Private security?
I'll hear about it.
You'll be working as a bouncer
in a shitty strip clubin a week.
All you knowis violence and vice.
You're fucked, Ryan.
You just don't see it yet.
- Ryan?
- You guys don't haveto do this.
- Yeah, we do.
- Everybody has the urge to Purge.
Not everyone has the courage
to listen to their inner voice,
the voice that begs them to rise up.
And can you stand another year of life
with this poison inside of you?
You'll do a lot of good work on Purge Night.
But you won't be able to get it all done.
People will always surprise you
when they don't want to die.
But when you embrace the Purge,
when you commit to the healing power of its violence,
anything can happen.
What will you...
- Evening.
What can I do for you?
- How are the strawberries? - Oh, they're delicious.
Well here. Just try one, on the house.
What's the verdict?
Delicious.
That's what I like to hear.
- I'll take one. - All righty.
That's $5.
Here you go.
- You, uh, get manycustomers out here?
- Oh, it picks up on the weekends, you know.
- I'm sorry. I gave you a 20.
- Uh, you gave me a 10.
- No, I only have 20sin my wallet.
So I think you owe me money.
- Oh, no, son. That's not right.
- Well, I'm not lying to you.
I know what I gave you. Can you... can you just look?
- All right.
Yeah, right... right there. See? 10.
- That's not mine. - Well, you gave me a 10, son.
I'm sorry.
- Dude, just give me my change. - I did give you your change.
You're holding it.
Hey, hey, hey! Give me my money.
Oh, God. What are you doing?
You cut me.
Help me! Help!
God!
- Mr. Moore. Hi, I'm Esme.
Thank you for meeting me.
I just need five minutes. That's all.
- Okay.
All right, uh, what do you want to show me?
- These.
They belonged to Professor Adams.
- You're kidding me. - What is it?
I didn't even know she hadany active trials.
Wow.
- Do you know anyone else who might have been involved
with the research?
- I'm sorry.
Um, how'd you comeacross these again?
- I found them. - Yeah, where'd you find them?
- At her home.
- Okay, and how'dthat come about?
- Uh, yeah. I'm sorry.
Uh, of course.
I... I work for NFFA surveillance.
- Yeah, you needto leave me alone right now.
- No, I'm not investigating Dr. Adams.
I'm trying to find out why she was killed.
Please, just... just hear me out.
Please.
I owe her my life.
She helped me and my sister through a dark time.
I watched her die, on Purge Night.
Now, you spoke about wanting to know why she was Purged.
Whatever she was researching, it was important to her,
and she was protecting these when she died.
So I'm just asking you to help me.
Please.
- I'll take a look at 'em.
- Thank you.
- Hi. - Hi.
You cooked?
- Shocking. I know.
- But I thought I told you to eat without me.
- I know, but I wanted to wait.
How was the client meeting?
- Hmm? Oh, it was, uh, good.
He, uh, wants to hire me.
- Okay.
I'll get you a drinkto celebrate.
Hold on. I hope you're hungry.
- Starving. Thanks for cooking.
- Come here.Sit.
- Oh, thank you.
How was your day?
- Well, better, now that you're home.
- Mmm.
- Um, I'm sorry about earlier.
- Me too.
- Hey, Esme. Well?
- Huh? - Mystery man?
- Yeah. Working on it.
Ben?
Hey.
- I haven't been acting like myself.
- Yeah.
Ben, what happened?
- I Purged.
I stabbed him over and over.
- Hey.
I just have one question.
Was it something you had to do?
- Yes.
- Then you're a good person,
and I love you.
What happens on Purge Nightstays on Purge Night, okay?
- Yeah.
Yeah, Purge Night.
- Did you have strawberries? - Hmm.
- Is this seat taken? No?
Good.
I'm not catching you at a bad time, am I?
- Um, do I know you? - Well, I don't know.
You certainly seem to.
Why were you following me yesterday?
- I don't know what you're talking about.
- You were following me.
I am a law-abiding citizen,
and I haven't committeda crime.
So you tell me why I don't needa restraining order.
- Well, you're so good at evading detection
you're either a ghost or a glitch,
and I want to know why.
- You're government. - Yes, I am.
- Which department? - Visual analytics.
- Eyes in the sky.
You know, there's a verygood man facing death
because of people like you.
Must feel powerfulto seal someone's fate
with a few simple keystrokes.
- No, it doesn't.
Doesn't feel good at all.
But when someone breaks the law, I have no choice.
It's my job.
- I don't break the law.
- Then you won't have a problem.
- I'll see you around.
- What the fuck?