"All right, give me room." "Here we go." " What's this game called?" " This is Lightcycle." "Damn!" "You're getting brutal, Sark." "Brutal and needlessly sadistic." "Thank you, Master Control." "We've kidnapped some military programmes." "I can arrange more lethal matches." "Interested?" "Sure." "I'd love to go up against one of those guys." "Make a nice break from those accounting cream puffs you keep sending me." " What branch of the service?" " Strategic Air Command." " Nice." " Hey, look." "This is all a mistake." "I'm just a compound interest programme." "I work at a savings and loan." "I can't play these video games." "Sure, you can, pal." "You look like a natural athlete if I ever saw one." "Who, me?" "Are you kidding?" "No." "I run out to check on T-bill rates, I get out of breath." "Hey, look, you guys are gonna make my user, Mr Henderson, very angry." " He's a full branch manager." " Great." "Another religious nut." "I'd say "welcome, friend," but not here, not like this." "I don't even know what I'm doin' here." " Do you believe in the users?" " Yeah, sure." "I-If I don't have a user, then who wrote me?" "That's what you're doin' here." "Master Control Programme's been snapping up... all us programmes who believe." "If he thinks you're useful, he takes over all your functions so he gets bigger... and if he can't use you, he sends you down here to the game grid... to get the bits blasted out of you." " What's your name?" " Crom." "I'm Ram." "They'll train you for the games, but..." "I hope you make it." "Hey, uh, what's been goin' on in the other sectors?" "You know, I've been stuck here for 200 microcycles." "It's murder out there." "You can't even travel around your own microcircuits... without permission from Master Control Programme." "I mean, sending me down here to play games." "Who does he calculate he is?" "Okay, CLU, tonight we check everything in the right-hand column." "Come on." "Come on." "Where are you?" "There you are." "CLU." " Yes, sir?" " CLU, we don't have much time left to find that file." " This is top priority." " Yes, sir." "I know, sir." "This isn't just correcting my bank statement or phone bill problem again." "This is a must." " I understand, sir." "Yes, sir." " Now, I wrote you." " I taught you everything I know about the system." " Thank you, sir." " But I'm not sure..." " No "buts," CLU." "That's for users." "Now you're the best programme that's ever been written." "You're dogged and relentless, remember?" " Let me at 'em." " That's the spirit." "Now keep that tank rolling." "I'll try to cover you from this end." "Go." "Do you think we can merge with this memory, Bit?" "Yes." "Now Flynn is saying to look over in here, but I don't see what we're looking for." "Come on, you scuzzy data." "Be in there." "Come on." "Uh-oh." "We've got company." "I don't believe this." " A Recognizer." " Yes!" "Yes!" "Yes!" "Yes!" "Yes!" "There's too many of them!" "What is this?" "Damn it!" " Get out of here!" " Yes!" "Yes!" "Yes!" "Yes!" "Yes!" "Yes!" "Busted again." "God." "And that was my best programme." "Got a pirate programme here." "Says his name's CLU." " What did he pull?" " Came into the system with a stolen password... and we caught him tryin' to raid a high-clearance memory." "No." "I must've gotten in there by mistake." "I was..." " Who programmed you?" " I was simp..." "You're in trouble, programme." "Make it easy on yourself." "Who's your user?" "Forget it, mister high-and-mighty Master Control!" "You aren't makin' me talk." "Suit yourself." "Get me Dillinger." " Good evening, Mr Dillinger." " Thank you, Peter." "You can go now." "Yes, sir." "Hello, Mr Dillinger." "Thanks for coming back early." "No problem, Master C." "If you've seen one consumer electronic show, you've seen them all." "What's up?" "It's your friend, the boy detective." "He's nosing around again." " Flynn?" " Yes." " It felt like Flynn." " He's still looking for that old file." " Can't you just appropriate it?" " I have." "I put in my memory which he hasn't located." " But he might find it." " I'm afraid so." "I spotted him this time and kept him out... but he's getting trickier all the time." "I think we should shut down all access until we find that Flynn, just to be safe." "There's a 68.71 percent chance you're right." " Cute." " End of line." ""Your access suspended"?" ""Report to Dillinger"?" "Come on." "Hey, Alan?" "You think I could have some of your popcorn?" "Yeah, sure." "I don't know what he'd want to see me for." "What did I do?" " Sit down." " Thank you." "We've had to shut down all Group 7 personnel, just briefly." "Security." "Someone with that access has been tampering." "Well, I hope you don't think it's me." "I don't even balance my cheque book on down time." "I have an abacus at home for that." "Oh, yes, I'm sure." "You understand." "It should only be a couple of days." " Uh, what's the project you're working on?" " Well, it's called Tron." "It's a security programme itself, actually." "It monitors all contacts between our system and other systems." "Finds anything going on that's not scheduled, it shuts it down." " I sent you a memo on it." " Part of the Master Control Programme?" "No." "No, it'll, it'll run independently... and watchdog the MCP as well." "Sounds good." "Well, we should have you running again in a couple of days, I hope." "Okay." "Thanks." " Oh, boy." " Mr Dillinger, I'm so very disappointed in you." " I'm sorry." " I can't afford... to have an independent programmer monitoring me." "Do you realize how many outside systems I've gone into?" "How many programmes I've appropriated?" "Come on." "Couple of days!" " Well, here goes nothing." " Yeah." "Interesting." "Interesting." "Did you hear what you just said?" ""Here goes nothing."" " Well, what I meant was..." " Actually, what we propose to do... is to change something into nothing and back again." "Then you might just as well have said, "Here goes something." " Here comes nothing."" " Right." "Mm-hmm." "Let's clear the area." "Yeah." "This is the big moment." "I know this'll nail down your theory that the scanned UV beam... is superior to that single-pulse exposure." "Laser activity will exist in 30 seconds." "Put on your goggles." " Leave the bay in your own..." " Let's see if we got the green light." "Is the target area sufficiently shielded?" " Yeah, they verified the safety..." " Twenty seconds." " Looks good." " Let her rip." " Fifteen seconds." " This is what we've been waiting for." "Ten seconds." "Five seconds." "Perfect." " Congratulations." " Beautiful." " Hi, Alan." " You two having fun..." " disintegrating things down here?" " Not disintegrating, Alan." "Digitizing." "A laser dismantles... the molecular structure of the object... and, uh, molecules remain suspended in the laser beam." "Then when the computer plays out the model... like the molecules fall back into place and voila!" "Mmm." "Great." "Can it send me to Hawaii?" "Yeah, but you gotta purchase your programme 30 days in advance." "How's it goin' upstairs?" "Frustrating." "I had Tron almost ready when Dillinger cut everyone... with Group 7 access out of the system." "I tell you, ever since he got that Master Control Programme... system's got more bugs than a bait store." "Gotta expect some static." "After all, computers are just machines." "They can't think." "Some programmes'll be thinking soon." "Won't that be grand?" "Computers and the programmes... will start thinking and the people will stop." "Well, I'm gonna stay around, put some data through." " See you tomorrow." " Bye." " Come on." " Did you say Group 7 access?" "Yeah." "What a hassle." " I was all set." " Did he say why?" "It was somethin' about tampering'." "Tampering." "You know, Flynn has been thinking about... breaking into the system ever since Dillinger canned him... and he had Group 7 access." "Flynn had access to you too." " I wanna go to Flynn's place." " What for?" " To warn him." " Of what?" "That Dillinger's on to him." "I don't see why I have to do that guy any favours." " I don't know what you ever saw in that guy anyway." " I loved him for his brains." "Oh, don't put any change in the metre." "We're gonna need it for the games." "Boy, haven't been here in a long time." "Hey, Barbie, up here!" " Let's go." " Don't pull me." " Where is he?" " I don't know." "Somewhere in here... lost in one of his games." " Use the buzz bomb, ya idiot." " Excuse me, champ." " Uh, do you know where Flynn is?" " Yeah, he's over there on his machine." "Hey, look." "Somebody's got 300,000." "He's really on a roll tonight." "One more Reco to go, and he ties it... but then another Reco, and he gets the world's record." "You better watch out for this machine, man." " Yes!" " All right!" "The all-time record comin' up!" " This is it." " It's all over." "All right!" "Way to go!" " Hey, Flynn, how'd you do it?" " It is all in the wrist." "999,000 points!" "Hey, good to see you guys." "Nothing classes up the joint... like a clean-cut young couple." "We gotta talk." "Well, you can't even hear yourself think in here." "Come on." " Hey, come on, Flynn." " All right, I'll be with you..." "I'll be down in a minute." "So, how's the world of serious science, huh?" "Go on up." "Go up." "Make yourselves at home." "Be right up." "Geez." "The best programmer ENCOM ever saw... and he winds up playin' space cowboy in some back room." "Okay, let me handle this." "Go right ahead." "Have you been sneaking into the ENCOM system?" "God." "You never were much for small talk, were ya?" " She still leave her clothes all over the floor?" " Flynn." " No." "Well, I-I mean not that often." " Alan!" "Now you can see why all of his friends are 14 years old." "Touché." "Touché." "I have been doing a little hacking in here, as a matter of fact." " You did break in." " Tried to." "Can't seem to quite get the connection with that sucker though." " Now if I had a direct terminal..." " Flynn, are you embezzling?" "Embezzling is such an ugly word, Mr Bradley." "No, actually, I'm trying to get some solid evidence together." "I don't get it." "Okay." "Sherman, set the way-back machine for three years ago." "Kevin Flynn... one of ENCOM's brightest young software engineers." "He's so bright, as a matter of fact, that he starts going in at night... sets up his own private memory file and begins writing a programme... for a video game he's invented called Space Paranoids." " You invented Space Paranoids?" " Paranoids." "Matrix Blaster." "Vice Squad." "A whole slew of 'em." "I was this close to starting my own little enterprise, man." "But enter another software engineer... not so young, not so bright, but very, very sneaky." "Ed Dillinger." "So one night our boy Flynn, he's goes to his terminal, tries to read up his file." "I get nothin' on there." "There's a big blank." "All right, now we take you three months later." "Dillinger presents ENCOM with five video games that he's invented." "The slime didn't even change the names, man." "He gets a big, fat promotion." "And thus begins his meteoric rise to..." "What is he now?" "Executive V. P?" "Senior Exec." "Senior Exec?" "Meanwhile, the kids are puttin' eight million quarters a week into Paranoid machines." "I don't see a dime, except what I squeeze outta here." "I still don't understand why you wanna break into the system." "Because, man, somewhere in one of these memories is the evidence." "If I got in far enough, I could reconstruct it:" "My password, Dillinger's instructions to divert the data." " The whole shot, man." " It's too late for that." "Dillinger's cut off... everybody with Group 7 access." "Wait a..." "Wait, wait, wait." "What are you..." "What are you saying now?" "The guy knows what you're up to." "Oh, great." "You're kidding me." "Well, now there is nothing to stop him." "Now it's just Dillinger and the MCP runnin' things from on high in there." "Not if my Tron programme is running." "That'd shut the system down." " You know, if your file was in there..." " Hey, wait a minute." "If we can get in there, I can forge us a Group 6 access." "Well, shall we dance?" "I shut down Group 7 for a very good reason." "Ed, all I'm saying is that if our own people can't get access to their programmes..." "Well, you know how frustrating it is when you're working on a piece of research." "Walter, I sympathize, but I have data coming from the Master Control Programme... telling me there's something screwy going on around here." "That MCP." "That's half our problem right there." "The MCP is the most efficient way of handling what we do." "I can't sit here and worry about every little user request that comes in." "User requests are what computers are for." "Doing our business is what computers are for." "ENCOM isn't the business you started in your garage any more." "We're billing accounts in 30 different countries." "New defence systems." "We have one of the most sophisticated pieces of equipment in existence." "Oh, I know all that." "Sometimes I wish I were back in that garage." "That can be arranged, Walter." "That was uncalled for." "You know, you can remove men like Alan and me from the system... but we helped create it, and our spirit remains in every programme we designed for this computer." "Walter, it's getting late." "I've got better things to do... than to have religious discussions with you." "Don't worry about ENCOM any more." "It's out of your hands now." "I don't think I'm cleared for this." " Well, I'm certainly not." " You wanna move aside?" "Give the kid a little room?" "Will you shush?" "This guy's a little like Santa Claus." "Make these myself." "You want one?" "They never should have gotten rid of me." " Now that is a big door." " Shut up." "It's my fault." "I programmed you to want too much." "I was planning to hit the Pentagon next week." " The Pentagon?" " It shouldn't be any harder than any other big company... but now this is what I get for using humans." "Now wait a minute." "I wrote you." "I've gotten 2,415 times smarter since then." "What do you want with the Pentagon?" "The same thing I want with the Kremlin." "I'm bored with corporations." "With the information I can access..." "I can run things 900 to 1200 times better than any human." "If you think you're superior to us..." "You wouldn't want me to dig up Flynn's file and read it up on a VD T at the Times, would you?" "You wouldn't dare." " Hi." " Hi." " Oh, working late?" " Yeah." "Okay, come here." "I'm gonna put him at my terminal." "I'm gonna meet you in your office upstairs." "Don't fall asleep." "If and when I activate your Tron programme, you're only gonna have a few minutes to use it... before Dillinger catches the break in security, all right?" " Mmm." " As long as we stay off the top floor..." "Dillinger will never know we've been in here." "Good luck, hot shot." "Flynn!" "After you." "Keep those programmers out of the system... and get me that Chinese language file I asked for." "End of line." "You are gonna stay with me, aren't you?" "What for?" "You're the one who never needed help, remember?" "Hey, come on." "I-I'm scared of the dark." "All this technology scares me." "Come on, babe." "This way." " When did they put this in?" " This is where I work now." "I've got a direct terminal in the laser target area." "You can stay there all night if you have to." "Like the man says, there's no problems, only solutions." "Okay, remember:" "This laser is my life's work." "Don't spill anything, huh?" "Have fun, sweetheart." " You shouldn't have come back, Flynn." " Hey, hey, hey." "It's the big Master Control Programme everybody's been talkin' about." "Sit right back." "Make yourself comfortable." "Remember the time we used to spend playing chess together?" "That isn't going to do you any good, Flynn." "I'm afraid..." "Stop." "Please." " You realize I can't allow this." " Now how are you gonna run the universe... if you can't even answer a few unsolvable problems, huh?" "Come on, big fella." "Let's see what you got." "I'd like to go against you and see what you're made of." " You know, you don't look a thing like your pictures?" " I'm warning you." "You're entering a big error, Flynn." " I'm gonna have to put you on the game grid." " Games?" "You want games?" "I'll give you games." "Oh, man, this isn't happening." "It only thinks it's happening." "Vacate entry port, programme." "I said move!" "Hey!" "Look, if this is about those parking tickets, I can explain everything, okay?" "Zero programmes with war games." "I've got a little challenge for you, Sark." "A new recruit." "He's a tough case, but I want him treated in the usual manner." "Train him for the games, let him hope for a while and blow him away." "You got it." "I've been hoping you'd send me somebody with a little bit of guts." " What kind of programme is he?" " He's not any kind of programme, Sark." "He's a user." " A user?" " That's right." "He pushed me in the real world." "Somebody pushes me, I push back... so I brought him down here." "What's the matter, Sark?" "You look nervous." "Well, I..." "It's just..." "I don't know." "A user." "I mean... users wrote us." " A user even wrote you!" " No one user wrote me." "I'm worth millions of their man-years." " What if I can't..." " You rather take your chances with me?" "Want me to slow down your power cycles for you?" "Wait!" "I need that!" "Then pull yourself together." "Get this clown trained." "I want him in the games until he dies playing." "Acknowledge." "Acknowledged, Master Control." "End of line." " Video game unit 18." " In here, programme." "Hey, who you callin' programme, programme?" "New guy." "Another free programme off-line." "You really think the users are still there?" "They'd better be." "I don't wanna bust out of here and find nothin' but a lot of cold circuits waitin' for me." "Hey." " Who are you guys?" "Oh!" " Hold it." "Wanna watch those force fields." "You'll be having plenty of chances to get hurt." "Don't worry about that." "Look, just so I can tell my friends... what this dream is about, okay?" " Where am I?" " You're a... guest of the Master Control Programme." " Oh, great." " Gonna make you play video games." "Okay." "No sweat." "I play video games better than anybody." "Move out." "This way." "You." "You come this way." "Hey, there's been a mistake." "I gotta see the guy in charge." "You will." "Look, operative." "Command programme Sark's carrier is approaching." "He will explain the training procedures." "Greetings." "The Master Control Programme has chosen you... to serve your system on the game grid." "Those of you who continue to profess a belief in the users... will receive the standard substandard training... which will result in your eventual elimination." "Those of you who renounce... this superstitious and hysterical belief... will be eligible to join the warrior elite... of the MCP." "You will each receive an identity disk." "Everything you do or learn... will be imprinted on this disk." "If you lose your disk or fail to follow commands... you will be subject to immediate de-resolution." "That will be all." "Move out." "Hey." "Who's that guy?" " That's Tron." "He fights for the users." " Tron." " That's pretty good." " Watch this." " You gotta be good if you wanna survive." " What's your name?" "My name's Ram." "Hey, Ram." "What were you, you know, before?" "I was an actuarial programme." "Worked for a big insurance company." "Really gives you a great feeling helping folks plan for their future needs." "And, of course, if you think of the payments as an annuity over the years... the cost is really quite minimal." "Yeah." "That's great." "Actuarial programme." "Nice." "How 'bout yourself?" "Oh, uh, I don't remember too much." "Name's Flynn." "Sure." "A little disorientation." "That's normal in transport." "It'll come back to you." "This is it." "Good luck, Flynn." "Sir, conscript being moved from pit cell to ring game." "You know..." "Hey!" " You guys sure are friendly, aren't you?" " Wait." "Let him fight one of his own kind." "You think you're gonna wipe me right out, don't you?" "No, I..." "Hey, I-I-I..." "New guy was asking about you." "It's too bad he's in a match now." " I'll probably never meet him." " You might." "There's something different about him." "Okay." "That was a very fancy shot." "Okay, here's an easy one." " Finish the game!" " No!" "Kill him." "No!" "You'll regret this." "I want him in the games until he dies playing." "This is the holding area for the Lightcycles." "Hey, Flynn." "You made it!" " Wait here." " You won!" " Alan!" " Where did you hear that name?" " Well, that's your name, isn't it?" " The name of my user." "How did you know?" "I'm a programme from a user that knows Alan." "He was disoriented in transport, Tron." "Yeah, but I'm remembering all kinds of stuff." "Like my user wants me to go after the MCP." " My user wants that too." " I know." "Prepare to transport to Lightcycle grid." " We have transport." " Wow." "This is blue leader to blue bikes." "Run these guys into your jet walls." " Copy, blue leader." " Copy, blue leader." "This is gold one to gold two and three." "Split up." "Take 'em one on one." "Watch it!" "Watch it!" "I'm takin' him into the maze." "This is it." "Come on." "Gold three to gold two and one." "I'm gettin' out of here right now, and you guys are invited." "Got it." " Ready?" " Ready." "So long, sucker." "Greetings, programmes." "Video game warriors escaping game grid." "This is an illegal exit." "You must return to game grid." "Repeat:" "This is an illegal exit." " You must return to the grid." " Gold two to gold three." "Those demons are comin' down." "Get them." "Send out every game tank in the grid." "Get them!" "I should never have written all those tank programmes." "Targets leaving protective field." "Missed!" "All units exiting game arena!" "Target units accelerating!" "Pursuit force minus one tank." "Close ranks." "Oh, man." "On the other side of the screen, it all looked so easy." "They must've gone right past us." "We made it... this far." "Pursuit force reporting." "We lost visual contact with escaped units." " Awaiting further orders." " Get the pursuit forces back into the canyons." "Those programmes never made it out of there." "We'll have them back in no time, sir, long before the interrupt interface." "We'd better, Null Unit." "I'll be lucky if the MCP doesn't blast me into a dead zone." "I want those conscripts!" "What is it?" "What do you see?" "Watch it." "Watch it." "Come on, you little bugger." "Come on." "Look at that." "When do we pay our visit to the old, uh, Master Control, huh?" "What?" "There's just three of us." "Well, you know anybody who's got an army for rent, that's fine... but my, uh, user told me to go take that sucker out... or I'm never gettin' outta here." "We can't get to the MCP without the help of my user." "I have to get to that input/output tower... and communicate with him." "Well, good." "Check in with Alan." "Maybe he knows what's..." "What's that?" "That is just what I need right now." "Oh, thank you." "Ohh!" "Incredible." "Oh!" "Boy, you forget how good the power feels... until you get to a pure source." "My friends, my fellow conscripts, we have scored." "I feel so much better." "Pursuit force reporting." "No sign of escaped units." "Moving into next sector." " Mmm." "Thank you." " I can feel it." "Feel what?" "You okay?" "Alan One." "Let's move out!" " Come on, Flynn." "Put a cork in it." " One second." "Range: 9." "Mark: 45. 48 degrees." "Hold it." "Hold it." "Fire!" " Ram!" "Flynn!" "Do you read me?" " Pursuit force reporting." "Two escaped units de-rezzed." "No!" "Tron unit heading into next sector." "Ram." "Ram!" "Come on!" "We gotta get outta here." "No sign of life." "Looks like we got 'em." "Continue pursuit of remaining conscript." "Acknowledged." "Proceeding toward sector frontier." "We're gonna make it, Ram." "I just gotta find you a place to rest." "Hang in there, Ram." "Ah, this looks like a good spot." "Those tanks won't find us here." " Ohhh." " Okay." "I thought this was supposed to be easy." "Hey, what's goin' on?" "You see this?" "You shouldn't be able to do that." "Now for some real user power." "Hey, this looks promising." "This is just like the old arcade grips." "All right, let's get this show on the road." "Now we're smokin'." "How can you steal a Recognizer?" "Hey, you okay?" "You don't look so good." "We'll get you fixed up." "Hang on." "Come here." "Oh, my user." "Users are users." "They..." "Are you a user?" "Yeah." "Flynn?" "Help Tron." "Ram." "Ram!" "Damn Recognizer." "Why won't you just go straight?" "I gotta get to that I/O tower." "Programme ALOU." "Request additional information for sector two." "Prepare hangar for game simulation transport." "Attention, all units." "Lock onto matrix code." "Prepare for digital beam transport." "Activate hangar doors." "What's the progress on the simulation?" "30-56. 99 are correct." "Limited 4 and 8 are missing." "Don't scream." "Yori." "30-56. 99 are correct." " Limited 4 and 8 are missing." " No, I..." "Tron." "Oh!" "Yori." "I knew you'd escape." "They haven't built a circuit that could hold you." "Listen, Yori." "We have to make plans." "Where can we go?" "This way." "Quickly." "Hey!" "Hold it right there!" " Yes." " What do you mean "yes"?" " Yes." " Is that all you can say?" " No." " Oh." "Anything else?" "Yes." "Positive and negative, huh?" "You're a bit." "Yes." "Well, where's your programme?" "Isn't he gonna miss ya?" " No." " I'm your programme?" " Yes." " Ah, another mouth to feed." "Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes." "Watch out for nested macros." " Who are all these weirdos?" " Inoperative data pushers." " Control programmes." "Come on." " These tendencies must be discouraged." "Pretty good drivin', huh?" " No." " Who asked you?" "No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no." "This baby doesn't handle so good in town." "No." " What's this do?" "How 'bout this one?" " No." "No, no." "Here comes a headache." "No, no, no, no, no, no, no." " Ah!" "We gotta stop this thing!" " Yes." "I'm glad you agree!" " Uh, I'm fine." "No problem." " I hope they hurry." "My next assignment is in quadrant four." "Oh, this town is full of live ones." "Hey." "This is where Tron said he was goin'." "Losing Flynn." "I don't believe this." "Halt!" "More guards." "They don't see us." "I'll go first." " Are you all right?" " Yeah." "Let's do that some more." "Yeah." "I think the guard saw me." "Come on." " Halt." " Dumont." "I can't stand all this commotion." "What do you want?" "I've come to communicate with my user." "Difficult proposition." "Difficult proposition at best." "Why, I could be de-rezzed just for letting you in here." "They hate this tower." "They'd close it down if they dared." "They keep me around just in case one of them... wants to deal with the other world once in a while." "Dumont!" "My user has information that could, well, could make this a free system again." "No, really." "Why, you'd have programmes lined up... just to use this place... and no MCP looking over your shoulder." "When you've been in the system as long as I have... you hear many promises, many reassurances, many brave plans." "Please, Dumont." "The guards are coming." "There they are, with the Guardian." "All right, Yori." "All right." "Who is your user, programme?" "Alan One." "He calls me." "May I pass?" "All that is visible must grow beyond itself... and extend into the realm of the invisible." "You may pass, my friend." "The tower Guardian is helping him." "He thinks." "Bring in the logic probe!" "More power!" "It's begun." "Tron, location query." "Confirm." " Confirmed, Alan One." " I am creating the information on your disk... that will erase the MCP and change the system." "Dedicate yourself to getting the disk into the heart of the MCP." "This interface is located at its base." "We will not be able to communicate again... unless you succeed." "Go." "This is the key to a new order." "This code disk means freedom." "I think they're breaking in." " Thank you, Dumont." " Hurry." "The users are waiting." "Dumont!" "Where's the programme?" "What programme?" "Take him!" "Stay close." "If I can just get us on the scanning transport beam..." "This solar sailor simulation will take us across the game sea, out of this domain... back into the central computer." "Look out!" "Commander, you've enjoyed all the power you've been given, haven't you?" "I wonder how you'd take to working in a pocket calculator." "We did take care of that user you sent us." "You incompetent zero." "Now you've got two renegade programmes... flying all over the system in a stolen simulation." "We'll get them." "It's only a matter of time." "You've almost reached your decision gate, and I can't spare you any more time." "End of line." "Hey, it's me!" "Flynn!" " Flynn!" " Yeah." "Greetings, programme." "Flynn, you're alive." "Barely." "Yeah, I, uh..." "Where's Ram?" "He didn't make it." "Well, come on." "Lora." "This is Flynn, the one who busted me out." " Lora?" " Well, then, I owe him some thanks." "No, it's, uh, no big deal." "I oughta know my way around a Lightcycle routine." "I wrote the programme for it." " You wrote the programme?" " It's time I level with you." "I'm what you guys call a user." " You're a user?" " I took a wrong turn somewhere." "If you are a user... then everything you've done has been according to a plan, right?" "You wish." "Well, you guys know what it's like." "You just keep doin' what it looks like... you're supposed to be doin', no matter how crazy it seems." "Well, that's the way it is for programmes, yes." "I hate to disappoint you, pal, but most of the time... that's the way it is for users too." "Stranger and stranger." "So, nice-lookin' ship you got here." "Sir, what do you want done with the tower Guardian, Dumont?" "Put him with the others?" "No, bit brain." "Prepare him for inquisition." "I need a little bit of relaxation." "But first, rez up the carrier for pursuit." "One other thing:" "Don't think any more." "I do the thinking around here." "This isn't gonna be easy." "If those grid bugs get us, we've had it." " Had enough?" " What do you want?" "I'm busy." "Busy dying, you worn-out excuse for an old programme?" "Yes, I'm old... old enough to remember the MCP when it was just a chess programme." "He started small, and he'll end small." "Very funny, Dumont." "Maybe I should keep you around just to make me laugh." " What's happening?" " Power surge from the MCP." " We have to get off this beam." " I can't." "There isn't another junction for seven or eight nanoseconds." " There's another beam!" " It's too far." "He's creating a junction." "Did we make it?" " Yeah." " Hooray for our side." " Is he de-rezzing?" " No." "But I couldn't tell you why not." "I'm all in one piece." "I guess I'm still with ya." "Tell the guy with the jackhammer to lay off, will ya?" "How did you do that?" "Elementary physics:" "A beam of energy can always be diverted." "Are we there yet, Mommy?" "Sark!" " Dumont!" " Yori!" "Tron?" "Tron's dead." " Who's that?" " That is a user, Dumont." "He came here to help us." "Tron believed in him." "If the users can no longer help us, we're lost." "So, we have erased that programme..." "No." "You were de-rezzed." "I saw you." " Not me, Sark." " There's nothing special about you." " You're just an ordinary programme." " So are you." " One that should've been erased." " You're nothing!" "Take that programme to the holding pit!" "Please, don't take him..." "We're taking our friend here and some other religious fanatics... to Master Control." "When I disembark, this ship... and everything that remains on board will automatically de-rez." "This means you." "Move out!" " Intermediate vectors detached." " Route us to the MCP." "I want to get rid of this dead weight and catch a transport beam to the game domain." "These walls." "Yori." "Something's happening." "Hey." "Yori?" "I still have power." "Sark doesn't know that." " Leave me alone." "We've failed." " We're only gonna fail if we give up!" "Now come on!" "Look!" "The wall!" "Yori." "You brought me back." "How?" "Why did you bring me back?" "I need your help." "Come on." "Do something with these controls!" " I'm on it." " It's the MCP." "It's the heart of the whole system." "I feel a presence." "Another warrior is on the mesa." "Sark!" "We're getting closer." "I don't know how you survived, slave." "It doesn't matter." "Prepare to terminate." "All programmes have a desire to be useful... but in moments, you will no longer seek communication with each other... or your superfluous users." "You will each be part of me, and together, we will be complete." "You should've joined me." "We'd have made a great team." " You're very persistent, Tron." " I'm also better than you." "Sark!" "All my functions are now yours." "Take 'em." "Sark." "Sark." "Look at that." "Your user can't help you now, my little programme." "I got it." "Steer us over by the beam." " Right next to it." " What good'll that do?" "I'm gonna jump." " It's the only way to help Tron." " Don't." "You'll be de-rezzed." "Don't worry." "Come on!" "Let's go!" "Let's go!" "Let's go!" "Let's go!" "We did it!" " That's nice." " We thought you were dead." " Where's Flynn?" " It was incredible." "He threw himself into the beam and... distracted the MCP just long enough for you to get the disk in." "He saved us." "He really did it." "Video warriors, look at the I/O tower." "Every tower is lighting up." "Priority one!" "Hey!" "Try to look official." "Here comes the boss." "Pick me up in an hour." "Thanks." "Greetings, programmes." "In the jungle, I run tonight" "Find the beast of logical light" "No confusion Just wrong or right" "Oh, yeah" "Faces, numbers I recognize" "You don't fool me with cynical lies" "No problems There's no compromise" "Oh, yeah" "Only solutions" "Don't pull me down I just wanna hear" "Only solutions" "Whoa, it won't be long It won't take too long" "Modern times driving'me insane" "Explanations I can't explain" "Leave ya standin'in the rain" "Oh, yeah" "Solving mysteries with nothin' to lose" "Logic leaves you without any clues" "There's only so much one man can do" "Oh, yeah" "Only solutions" "Don't put me down I just wanna hear" "Only solutions" "Whoa, it won't be long It won't take too long" "Only solutions" "Don't put me down I just wanna hear" "Logical solutions" "Clear visions, clear visions"