"[ boy ] all right, give me room." "here we go." " what's this game called ?" " this is lightcycle." "damn !" "[ master control program ] you're getting brutal, sark." "brutal and needlessly sadistic." "thank you, master control." "we've kidnapped some military programs." "i can arrange more lethal matches." "interested ?" "sure." "i'd love to go up against one of those guys." "it'd 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 program." "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 ?" "i went out to check on t-bill rates, i ran 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 doing here." "do you believe in the users ?" "yeah, sure." "if i don't have a user, then who wrote me ?" "that's what you're doing here." "master control program's been snapping up all us programs who believe." "if he thinks you're useful, he takes over all your functions so he gets bigger." "if he can't use you, he sends you down here to the game grid get your bits blasted." "what's your name ?" "crom." "i'm ram." "they'll train you for the games, but... [ whistles ] i hope you make it." "hey, what's been going on in the other sectors ?" "i've been stuck here for 200 microcycles." "it's murder out there." "you can't even travel around in your own microcircuits... without permission from master control program." "i mean, sending me down here to play games." "who does he calculate he is ?" "[ flynn ] okay, clu, tonight we check everything in the right-hand column." "come on. come on." "where are you ?" "there you are. clu ?" "yes, sir." "we don't have much time to find that file." "this is top priority." "i know, sir." "this isn't correcting my bank statement... or phone bill problem-- this is a must." "i understand." "now, i wrote you." "yes, sir." "i taught you everything about the system." "thank you, but-- no buts." "that's for users." "you're the best program that's ever been written." "you're dogged and relentless, remember ?" "let me at 'em." "that's the spirit." "keep that tank rolling." "i'll try to cover you from this end. go !" "you think we can merge with this memory, bit ?" "yes." "hmm." "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." "there's too many !" "what is this ?" "aahh !" "damn it !" " get out of here !" " yes-yes-yes." "busted again !" "god, and that was my best program." "got a pirate program here." "says his name's clu." "[ master control program ] what did he pull ?" "he came into the system with a stolen password." "we caught him trying to raid our high-clearance memory." "no !" "i must've gotten in there by mistake." " [ mcp ] who programmed you ?" " i was simp-- aah !" "[ mcp ] you're in trouble, program." "make it easy on yourself." "who's your user ?" "forget it, mr. high and mighty master control." "you aren't making me talk." "suit yourself." "aah !" "[ mcp ] get me dillinger." "[ helicopter whirring ]" "good evening, mr. dillinger." "thank you, peter." "you can go now." "yes, sir." "[ master control speaks ] no problem, master c." "if you've seen one consumer electronics show, you've seen them all." "what's up ?" "flynn ?" "yes." "he's still looking for that old file." "can't you just appropriate it ?" "i have." "i put it 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% chance you're right." "cute." "come on !" "hey, alan." "you think i could have some of your popcorn ?" "yeah, sure." " sit down." " thank you." "[ clears throat ] we've had to shut down all group-7 personnel." "just briefly." "security." "someone with that access has been tampering." "i hope you don't think it's me." "i don't even balance my checkbook on downtime." " i have an abacus at home for that." " i'm sure you understand." "it'll only be a couple of days." "what's the project you're working on ?" "it's called tron." "it's a security program 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 program ?" "no, it'll run independently and watchdog the mcp as well." "sounds good." "we should have you running in a couple of days. i hope." "okay." "thanks." "oh, boy." "[ mcp ] 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 programs i've appropriated ?" "come on !" "a couple of days." "hi, dr. gibbs." "well, here goes nothing." "yeah, interesting." "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." "you might just as well have said, "here goes something, here comes nothing."" "right. mm-hmm." "[ dr. gibbs ] this is the big moment." "i know. this will narrow your theory that the scanned u-v beam... is superior to single pulse exposure." "[ woman on p.a. ] laser activity will exist in 30 seconds." "put on your goggles." "leave the bay." "[ lora ] let's see if we've got the green light." " is the target area shielded ?" " they verified safety." "twenty seconds." "looks good." "let her rip." "this is what we've been waiting for." "ten seconds." " five seconds." " [ machines whirring ]" "perfect !" "[ coworkers clapping ] beautiful !" "hi, alan." "you two having fun disintegrating things ?" "not disintegrating, digitizing." "a laser dismantles the molecular structure of the object, and molecules remain suspended in the laser beam." "then, when the computer plays out the model," "!" "the molecules fall back into place, and voilaÀÀ great. can it send me to hawaii ?" "yeah, but you've got to purchase your program 30 days in advance." "how's it going upstairs ?" "frustrating." "i had tron almost ready... when dillinger cut everyone with group-7 access out of the system." "ever since he got that master control program, the system's got more bugs than a bait store." "you gotta expect some static." "after all, computers are just machines." "they can't think." "some programs will be thinking soon." "[ chuckles ] won't that be grand ?" "computers and programs will start thinking, and the people will stop." "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 ?" "something about tampering." "tampering ?" "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." "[ lora ] i want to go to flynn's place." "what for ?" "to warn him." "of what ?" "that dillinger's onto him." "i don't see why i have to do that guy any favors." "i don't know what you ever saw in that guy, anyway." "i loved him for his brains." "[ chuckles ] don't put any change in the meter. we're gonna need it for the games." "boy !" "i haven't been here in a long time." "#### [ music ] [ chattering ]" "[ girl ] hey, bobby, up here." "where is he ?" "i don't know." "somewhere in here, lost in one of his games." "excuse me." "do you know where flynn is ?" "yeah, he's over there on his machine." "[ boy ] he's really on a roll !" "one more reco before he ties." "another reco and he gets the world's record." "[ boy ] he's going for the record." "the all-time record coming up." "this is it." "it's all over." "flynn's gonna be a part of history, all right !" "hey, flynn, how'd you do it ?" "it's all in the wrists." "999,000 points !" "hey, good to see you guys." "nothing classes up the joint like a clean-cut young couple." "we gotta talk." "you can't hear yourself think in here. come on." "come on." "i'll be down in a minute." "how's the world of serious science ?" "go up ahead." "make yourselves at home." "be right up." "[ chuckles ] the best programmer encom ever saw, and he winds up playing space cowboy in some back room." "okay, let me handle this." "go right ahead." "have you been sneaking into the encom system ?" "you never were much for small talk, were you ?" " she still leave her clothes all over the floor ?" " no." " alan !" " i mean, not that often." "you can see why all his friends are 14 years old." "toucheÉÉ." "i have been doing a little hacking, as a matter of fact." " you did break in." " tried to." "i can't seem to quite get the connection with that sucker, though." "if i had a direct terminal-- flynn, are you embezzling ?" "[ game beeping ] 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, he starts going in at night, sets up his own private memory file... and begins writing a program for video games, 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." "but enter another software engineer;" "not so young, not so bright, but very, very sneaky;" "ed dillinger." "one night, our boy flynn, he goes to his terminal, tries to read up his file." "i get nothing 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." "thus begins his meteoric rise to-- what is he now ?" " executive v.p. ?" " senior exec ?" "senior exec ?" "meanwhile, kids are putting 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 want to 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-- it's too late for that !" "dillinger's cut off everybody with group-7 access." "wait. wait." "what are you saying ?" "the guy knows what you're up to." "great." "you're kidding me ?" "well, now there is nothing to stop him." "it's just dillinger and the mcp running things from on high now." "not if my tron program was running. that'd shut the system down." "you know, if your file was in there-- wait a minute." "if we can get in there, i can forge us a group-6 access." "well ?" "shall we dance ?" "[ dillinger ] i shut down group-7 for a very good reason." "ed, all i'm saying is if our people can't get access to their programs-- well, you know how frustrating it is when you're working on a piece of research." "i sympathize, but i have data coming from the master control program... telling me there's something screwy going on." "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 anymore." "we're building accounts in 30 different countries, new defense 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 can remove men like alan and me from the system, but we helped create it." "and our spirit remains in every program 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 anymore." "it's out of your hands now." "i don't think i'm cleared for this." "i'm certainly not." "you wanna move aside ?" "give the kid a little room." "this guy's a little like santa claus." "i make these myself." "you want one ?" "[ flynn ] 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." "[ mcp ] i was planning to hit the pentagon next week." "the pentagon ?" "it shouldn't be harder than any other big company." "but now this is what i get for using humans." "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 1,200 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 v.d.t. at thetimes, would you ?" "you wouldn't dare !" "hi." "hi. 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 program, you'll only have a few minutes to use it before dillinger catches the break in security." "as long as we stay off the top floor, dillinger will never know we've been in here." "[ alan ] good luck, hotshot." "ahem." "flynn !" "after you." "[ mcp ] keep those programers out of the system, and get me that chinese language file i asked for." "end of line." "you are going to stick with me ?" "what for ?" "you're the one who never needed help, remember ?" "come on." "i'm scared of the dark." "all this technology scares me." "this way !" "when did they put this in ?" "this is where i work." "i've got a direct terminal in the laser target area." "you can stay there all night if you have to." "like a 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." "hey, it's the big master control program everybody's been talking about." "[ mcp ] sit right there." "make yourself comfortable." "remember the time we used to spend playing chess together ?" "stop !" "please." "you realize i can't allow this ?" "how are you gonna run the universe if you can't answer a few unsolvable problems ?" "come on, big fella, let's see what you've got." "[ mcp ] i'd like to go against you and see what you're made of." "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, program." "i said, move !" "aah !" "hey !" "look, if this is about those parking tickets, i can explain everything, okay ?" "prepare all programs for war games." "i've got a little challenge for you, sark; a new recruit." "it's a tough case, but but i want him treated in the usual manner." "train him for the games, let him hope for a while, then blow him away." "you got it." "i've been hoping you'd send me somebody with a little bit of guts." "what kind of program is he ?" "he's not any kind of program, 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-- i was 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'd 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, program." "who you calling program, program ?" "new guy ?" "another free program off-line." "you really think the users are still there ?" "they'd better be." "i don't wanna bust out of here and find nothing but a lot of cold circuits waiting for me." "hey." "who are you guys ?" "hold it !" "you 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 program." "oh, great." "they're gonna make you play video games." "no sweat." "i play video games better than anybody." "move out !" "this way." "you, you come this way." "there's been a mistake." "i've gotta see the guy in charge." "you will." "[ guard yells, indistinct ] command program sark's carrier is approaching." "he will explain the training procedures." "greetings." "the master control program 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." "[ guard ] move out." "hey, who's that guy ?" "that's tron." "he fights for the users." "tron ?" "[ flynn ] 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 program." "i worked for a big insurance company." "really gives you a great feeling... helping folks plan for their future needs." "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 program." "nice." "how about yourself ?" "oh, i don't remember too much." "name's flynn." "sure, a little disorientation, that's normal in transport." "it'll come back to you." "[ footsteps ] [ ram ] this is it." "good luck, flynn." "sir, conscript being moved from pit cell to ring game." "you know-- hey !" "you guys sure are friendly." "wait." "let him fight one of his own kind." "you think you're gonna wipe me out, don't you ?" "no, i" "hey !" "i" "the 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." "aah !" "[ mcp ] 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 ?" "that's your name, isn't it ?" "the name of my user." "how did you know ?" "i'm a program from a user that knows alan." "he was disoriented in transport, tron." "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." "[ computer voice ] prepare to transport to lightcycle grid." "we have transport." "wow." "blue leader to blue bikes." "run these guys into your jet walls." "copy, blue leader." "copy, blue leader." "[ tron ] this is gold-1 to gold-2 and 3." "split up." "take them one-on-one." " watch it !" " aah !" "taking him into the maze." "this is it." "come on." "gold-3 to gold-2 and 1." "i'm getting out of here now and you guys are invited." "[ ram ] got it." " ready ?" " ready." " so long, sucker !" " aah !" "greetings, programs !" "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-2 to gold-3." "those demons are coming down." "get them !" "send out every game tank in the grid." "get them !" "[ flynn ] i should never have written all those tank programs." "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 programs never made it out." "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 !" "[ flynn ] what is it ?" "what do you see ?" "watch it." "watch it." "come on, you little bugger." "[ ram ] look at that." "when do we pay our visit to the old master control ?" "what ?" "there's just three of us." "well, if you know anybody who's got an army for rent, that's fine, but my user told me to go take that sucker out, or i'm never getting out of here." "we can'tget to the mcp... without the help ofmyuser." "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, it's nice." "incredible." "[ tron ] boy, you forget how good the power feels... until you get to a pure source." "[ laughing ] 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." "pursuit force reporting." "no sign of escaped units." "moving into next sector." "thank you." "i can feel it." "feel what ?" "you okay ?" "alan-1." "let's move out !" "come on, flynn, put a cork in it." "one second !" "ahhh !" "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 towards sector frontier." "we're gonna make it, ram." "i just gotta find you a place to rest." "hang in there, ram." "this looks like a good spot." "those tanks won't find us here." "okay." "i thought this was supposed to be easy." "[ groans ]" "[ beeping ]" "hey, what's going 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." "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 ?" "flynn, help tron." "ram !" "ram ?" "damn recognizer." "thing just goes straight." "i gotta get to that i/o tower." "program alu, 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 four and eight are missing." "don't scream." "yori !" "30, 56, 99 are correct." "limited four and eight are missing." "no, i-- tron !" "oh !" "yori." "i knew you'd escape." "they haven't built a circuit that could hold you." "listen !" "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." "anything else ?" "yes." "positive and negative, huh ?" "you're a bit." "yes." "where's your program ?" "isn't he gonna miss you ?" " no." " i'm your program." " yes." " another mouth to feed." "yes-yes-yes-yes-yes !" "watch out for nested macros." "who are these weirdos ?" "inoperative data pushers." "[ tron ] control programs !" "come on." "pretty good drivin', huh ?" "oh !" "[ bit ] no !" "who asked you ?" "[ warning siren ] [ bit ] no-no-no-no !" "aah !" "this baby doesn't handle so good in town." "no." "what's this do ?" "how 'bout this one ?" "no. no." "[ flynn ] here comes a headache." "aah !" "no-no-no-no !" "we gotta stop this thing !" "yes !" "[ flynn ] i'm glad you agree !" "uh, i'm fine." "no problem." "oh, this town is full of live ones." "this is where tron said he was going." "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." "i think the guard saw me." "come on !" "halt." "dumont." "i can't stand 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-- could make this a free system again." "[ chuckle ] no, really !" "you'd have programs lined up 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, program ?" "alan-1." "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." "[ sark ] more power !" "it's begun." "[ alan ] tron, location query." "confirm." "confirmed, alan-1." "[ alan ] 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." "[ sark ] dumont ?" "where's the program ?" "what program ?" "take him !" "stay close." "if i can just get us on the scanning transport beam, this solar sail simulation will take us across the game sea, out of this domain, back into the central computer." "look out !" "aah !" "aah !" "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." "incompetent zero." "now you've got two renegade programs... 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." " it's me-- flynn !" " flynn !" " greetings, program." " you're alive !" "barely." "yeah, i, uh" "where's ram ?" "he didn't make it." "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 ought to know my way around the lightcycle." "i wrote the program." "you wrote the program ?" "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, everything you've done has been according to a plan, right ?" "[ laughs ] you wish." "you guys know what it's like." "you keep doing what it looks like you're supposed to, no matter how crazy it seems." "that's the way it is for programs, yes." "hate to disappoint you, pal, but most of the time, that's the way it is for users too." "stranger and stranger." "so, nice-looking ship you got here." "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." "first, rezz up the carrier for pursuit." "one other thing." "don't think anymore." "i do the thinking around here." "[ yori ] this isn't going to 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 program." "yes, i'm old." "old enough to remember the mcp when it was a chess program." "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 in 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." "hurray 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 you." "[ groans ] tell the guy with the jackhammer to lay off." " how'd 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 program-- no." " you were de-rezzed." " not me, sark." "there's nothing special about you." "you're just an ordinary program." "so are you, one that should have been erased." "you're nothing." "take that program to the holding pit." "please, don't take-- i'm 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-rezz." "this means you." "move on !" "immediate 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." "you all right ?" "i still have power." "sark doesn't know that." "leave me alone." "we've failed." "we're only gonna fail if we give up !" "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." "the mcp, it's the heart of the whole system." "i feel a presence." "another warrior is on the mesa." "[ tron ] sark !" "we're getting closer." "i don't know how you survived." "slave, it doesn't matter." "prepare to terminate." "all programs 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." "together, we will be complete." "you should have joined me." "we'd have made a great team." " you're very persistent." " i'm also better than you." "[ mcp ] sark ?" "all my functions are now yours. take them." "sark ?" "sark ?" "look at that !" "your user can't help you now, my little program." "i got it." "steer us over by the beam." "right next to it." "what good will 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 !" "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 towers." "every tower is lighting up." "priority one !" "[ laughing ]" "try to look official." "here comes the boss." "pick me up in an hour." "thanks." "greetings, programs."