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We have to talk. |
Good luck. You can't even think in here. |
So...how's the world of serious science? |
Have you been sneaking into the ICOM system? |
Whew. You never were much for small talk. She still leave her clothes all over the floor? |
You can see why all his friends are fourteen years old. |
Touche, honey. Yeah, I've been doing a little hacking here. Which I've got every reason, as you well know... |
I'm afraid it's a little late for that. Dillinger's shut off Group 7 access. He must know what you're up to. |
Boy, I bet I know who's workin' late tonight. |
Don't even say that. You've got to find that file before he does.. |
Not much chance of that now. The MCP can just slip it into another system as soon as it locates it... |
Okay ... Flynn, I'm gonna put you at my terminal, down in the laser lab. We'll be up in Alan's office. |
Swell...I'll log us both on, and you can get your Tron thing running... |
As long as we stay off the top floor, Dillinger'll never know we've been in here... |
you have any idea how much I can sue these jokers for? |
Well, just don't forget your old friends when you're rich and famous. |
Are you kidding? You guys'll he running this joint by then... |
Hey, you know anybody who wants to get hold of some video games... cheap? |
You're getting out of the business? |
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 was about, okay? Where am I? |
You're a..."guest" of the Master Control Program. They're going to make you play video games. |
Well, great, that's no sweat I play video games better than anybody. |
Hey, Ram ... what were you ... you know, before? |
Oh, I was an actuarial program... worked at a big insurance company. It really gives you a great feeling, helping folks plan for their future needs and of course, if you look at the payments as an annuity, over the years, the cost is really |
Yeah, yeah that's great. |
How 'bout yourself? |
Oh, uh...I don't remember too much... |
Sure, a little disorientation. That's normal, when they transport you. It'll come back to you. You're doing real well in training. Remarkable, really... |
Flynn! Look, Tron, he survived! |
Tron...? |
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 |
Watch it! |
Recognizers! |
It's all circuits... Must be an input/output component... |
The tower, yes Flynn, have you remembered anything else about yourself like what sector you're from? |
Well...my home "sector" was called Paramus ... |
PARAMUS... wonder what those initials stand for ... ...probably Program Assist Routine well, it sounds like a lovely place. |
It grows on you. |
Feel what? You okay? |
AlanOne... |
What's goin' on? |
We're inside a Recognizer... You are crazy stealing a Recognizer |
Are you kidding? I think it's stealing us |
Damn! Never fails... minute the warranty runs out... |
Come here. |
Hey... ! |
Little more juice's all it needs... |
A User in our world? |
Guess I took a wrong turn somewhere... |
Boy the view from up here... you know the territory? |
A little ... Over there, the Mountains of Data... and I think that's the Silicon Valley... |
What's wrong with that area? |
The MCP blasted it... There are very few domains left with any power at all. |
Lousy utility companies ... they're the same wherever you go. |
There's another beam! |
It's too far! |
How did you do that, Flynn? |
Elementary physics... a beam of energy can always be diverted... ooh, my head Are we there yet, Mommy? |
Almost... I just have to adjust our course at the next junction. I'd better go check the instruments ... |
Flynn, we've got to help him! |
Let's get some power here. |
Yori, steer us over the beam, right next to it. |
Why? What are you going to do? |
Jump. |
But... won't you be derezzed? |
Probably. |
Flynn... you can't... I |
Shhhhh. |
Alan! |
Where did you hear that name? |
Well, isn't it ? |
The name of my User, yeah. But how... ? |
I, uh... I'm a program from a User that... knows Alan...? |
What, just the three of us? |
You know anybody that's got an army for rent, that's fine...but my, uh, User said to go take that sucker out. An' let's face it, the big ox isn't gonna get any weaker. I feel like hittin' him now, while I'm good an' mad. Some nerve... what does he care whether you guys get killed, long as he keeps rakin' in quarters? |
What's that? |
Tanks...coming back. Let's go. |
How about over there...that empty memory? |
No good...they might block off the old chip. This way. |
Flynn!! |
Greetings, program... |
You're alive! |
Yeah, I... oops! |
Flynn... Where's Ram? |
I'm sorry, Tron... he's... he didn't make it. |
No big deal. I ought to know my way around that Light Cycles routine... I mean, I did write the program for it. |
Wrote the...? |
It's time I levelled with you, Tron. I'm a well, I'm what you guys call a User. |
But if you're a User then everything you've done has been part of a plan ... |
You wish. Man, I haven't had a second to think since I got down here. I mean in here. Out here. Whatever. |
Then... |
Look, you guys know how it is. You just keep doin' what it looks like you're supposed to, even if it seems crazy, and you hope to hell your User knows what's goin' on. |
Well that's how it is for programs, yes, but |
I hate to disappoint you, pal, mostthe time, that's how it is for Users, too. |
Stranger and stranger... |
We're on our way. AlanOne gave me the coding we need to go up against Master |
All right. Thank God. Alan stayed awake, at least. |
What about our friend Sark? |
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