Give me room.|Here we go.
- What's this game called?|- Lightcycle.
You're getting brutal|and needlessly sadistic, Sark.
Thank you,|Master Control.
We've kidnapped|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.
- What branch of the service?|- Strategic Air Command.
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.
- You look like a natural athlete.|- Me?
I get out of breath|checking on T-bill rates.
You're gonna make my User,|Mr. Henderson, very angry.
- He's a Full Branch Manager.|- Another religious nut!
I'd say|"Welcome, friend",
but not here.
I don't know|what I'm doing here.
Do you believe|in the Users?
Sure. If I|don't have a User,
who wrote me?|- That's what you're doing here.
Master Control Program's been|snapping up all us programs who believe.
If you're useful,|he takes over all your functions.
If he can't use you, he sends you|here to get your bits blasted.
- What's your name?|- Crom.
They'll train you|for the games,
but... I hope you make it.
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 travel in|your own microcircuits...
without permission from|Master Control Program.
Sending me to play games.|Who does he calculate he is?
tonight we check everything|in the right hand column.
Where are you?|There you are.
- Clu?|- Yes, sir.
- This is top priority.|- I know, sir.
It isn't just correcting my|bank statement or phone bill.
- This is a must!|- I understand.
I wrote you and taught you|everything about the system.
- Thank you, but...|- No buts. That's for users.
You're the best program|ever written.
- You're dogged and relentless.|- Let me at 'em.
That's the spirit.|Keep that tank rolling.
I'll cover you|from this end.
You think we can merge|with this memory, Bit?
Flynn is saying|to look over here.
I don't see what|we're looking for.
Come on, you scuzzy data,|be in there.
We've got company.
I don't|believe this.
There's too many!
What is this?
Get out of here!
That was my|best program.
Got a pirate program here.|Says his name's Clu.
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 by mistake.
- Who programmed you?|- I was simp-
You're in trouble,|program.
Make it easy on yourself.|Who's your User?
Mister High And Mighty|Master Control.
You aren't|making me talk.
Get me Dillinger.
Good evening,|Mr. Dillinger.
- Thank you, Peter. You can go now.|- Yes, sir.
No problem, Master C.|If you've seen...
one electronics show,|you've seen them all.
- Flynn?|- Yes.
He's looking for that old file.|Can't you appropriate it?
I put it in my memory|which he hasn't located.
- He might find it.|- I'm afraid so.
I spotted him this time|and kept him out.
It's getting trickier.
We should shut down|all access...
until we find|that Flynn.
- There's a 68.71% chance you're right.|- Cute.
Alan, think I can have|some of your popcorn?
We've had|to shut down...
Someone has|been tampering.
You don't think|it's me!
I don't even balance|my checkbook on downtime.
It'll only be|a couple of days.
- What's your project?|- It's called Tron.
It's a|security program.
It monitors contacts between|our system and others.
Anything not scheduled,|it shuts it down.
I sent you|a memo.
- Part of the Master Control Program?|- No.
It'll run independently|and watchdog the MCP as well.
We should have you running|in a couple of days.
Mr. Dillinger, I'm very|disappointed in you.
I can't afford an independent|programmer monitoring me.
You realize how many|systems I've gone into?
How many programs|I've appropriated?
A couple of days!
Hi, Dr Gibbs.
Here goes nothing.
You hear what|you just said?
"Here goes nothing".
Actually, we propose|to change something...
into nothing|and back again.
You might have said, "Here goes|something, here comes nothing".
This is the|big moment.
This'll narrow your theory|that the scan U-V beam...
is superior to|single pulse exposure.
Laser activity will|exist in 30 seconds.
Put on your goggles.|Leave the bay.
Let's see if we've|got the green light.
- Target area shielded?|- They verified safety.
- Looks good.|- Let her rip.
This is what we've|been waiting for.
- Beautiful!|- Hi, Alan.
Having fun|disintegrating things?
A laser dismantles|the molecular structure.
Molecules remain suspended|in the laser beam.
When the computer|plays out the model,
the molecules|fall back into place,
and voilá!|- Great.
Can it send me|to Hawaii?
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.
Ever since|he got...
that Master|Control Program,
the system's got more|bugs than a bait store.
You gotta expect|some static.
Computers are machines.|They can't think.
- Some programs will be thinking soon.
Computers will|start thinking,
and the people|will stop.
I'm gonna put|some data through.
- See you.|- Bye.
- Did you say Group-7 access?|- Yeah.
What a hassle.|l was all set.
- Did he say why?|- Something about 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.
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 saw in that guy.
I loved him for his brain.
Don't put change|in the meter.
We're gonna need|it for the games.
Boy! I haven't been|here in a long time.
Hey, Bobby,|up here.
- Where is he?|- I don't know.
- Where is he?|- I don't know.
Somewhere in here lost|in one of his games.
- Do you know where Flynn is?|- On his machine.
He's really on|a roll!
One more Reco|before he ties.
Another Reco and he gets|the world's record.
He's going for|the record.
The all-time|record coming up.
This is it.|It's all over.
Flynn's gonna make him|a part of history!
Flynn,|how'd you do it?
It's all|in the wrists.
Hey, good|to see you guys.
Nothing classes up the joint|like a clean-cut 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 make yourselves|at home.
The best programmer|Encom ever saw,
and he winds up playing|space cowboy...
in some back room.|- Let me handle this.
- Go right ahead.|- Have you been sneaking...
into the|Encom system?
You never were much|for small talk.
Does she still leave|her clothes all over?
- No!|- Alan!
I mean,|not that often.
You can see why|all his friends...
- are 14 years old.|- Touché.
I have been doing|a little hacking.
- You did break in.|- Tried to.
I can't seem to quite|get the connection.
- If I had a direct terminal...|- Flynn, are you embezzling?
Embezzling is such an|ugly word, Mr. Bradley.
Actually, I'm trying to|get some evidence together.
- I don't get it.|- Okay.
- I don't get it.|- Okay.
Sherman, set the Way-Back|Machine for 3 years ago.
Kevin Flynn,|one of Encom's...
brightest young|software engineers.
He's so bright that|he goes in at night,
and begins writing a|program for video games...
You invented|"Space Paranoids"?
"Paranoids", "Matrix Blaster",|a whole slew of 'em.
I was this close to starting|my own enterprise.
But enter another;|not so young or so bright,
but very sneaky;
One night,|our boy Flynn...
goes to his terminal,|tries to read up his file.
I get nothing.|There's a big blank.
3 months later...
Dillinger presents Encom|with 5 video games...
that he's invented.
The slime didn't even|change the names!
He gets a|big promotion.
Thus begins his|meteoric rise...
to...|What is he?
- Senior Exec.|- Senior Exec?
are putting 8 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 in.
Somewhere in one of these|memories is the evidence.
If I got in far enough|l could reconstruct it.
- My password, Dillinger's|instructions to divert...|- Too late!
Dillinger's cut off|Group-7 access.
Wait. What|are you saying?
The guy knows|what you're up to.
Great.|You're kidding me?
Now there is|nothing to stop him.
It's just Dillinger and|the MCP running things.
Not if my Tron|program was running.
That'd shut|the system down.
If your file|was in there...
If we can get in there,|I can forge a Group-6 access.
Shall we dance?
I shut down Group-7|for a very good reason.
If our people can't get|access to their programs...
You know how frustrating|it is when you're researching.
I sympathize, but l|have data coming from MCP...
telling me there's|something screwy going on.
That MCP is|half our problem!
The MCP is the most efficient|way of handling what we do!
I can't worry about|every user request.
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.
We've accounts in 30 countries,|new defense systems,
one of the most sophisticated|pieces of equipment.
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 Alan and me,|but we helped create it.
Our spirit remains in|every program we designed.
Walter, it's getting late.|I've got better things to do.
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.|- Want to move aside?
Give the kid|a little room.
This guy's a little|like Santa Claus.
I make these myself.|You want one?
They never should have|gotten rid of me.
- Now that is a big door.|- Shut up.
I programmed you|to want too much.
I was planning|to hit the Pentagon.
It shouldn't be harder|than any big company.
- This is what I get for using humans.|- I wrote you!
What do you want|with the Pentagon?
The same thing I want|with the Kremlin.
With the information|l 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 VDT at the Times.|- You wouldn't dare!
I'm gonna put him|at my terminal...
and meet you in|your office upstairs.
Don't fall asleep.|If and when I activate Tron,
you'll only have|a few minutes...
before Dillinger|catches the break.
As long as we|stay off the top floor,
Dillinger will never know|we've been in here.
Good luck, hot shot.
- Ahem.|- Flynn!
Keep those programers|out of the system.
Get me that|Chinese language file.
- You are going to stick with me?|- What for?
You're the one who never|needed help, remember?
I'm scared of the dark.|All this technology scares me.
- 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.
Like a man says,
"There's no problems,|only solutions".
Remember, this lazer|is my life's work.
Don't spill anything.|Huh?
Hey, it's the big|Master Control Program.
Sit right there.|Make yourself comfortable.
Remember the time we spent|playing chess together?
You realize|l can't allow this?
How are you gonna|run the universe...
if you can't answer|unsolvable problems?
Let's see|what you've got.
I'd like to see|what you're made of.
You don't look a thing|like your pictures.
You're entering|a big error.
I'm going to put you|on the game grid.
You want games?
It only thinks|it's happening.
Vacate entry port,|program.
Look, if this is about|those parking tickets,
I can explain|everything.
Prepare all programs|for war games.
I've got a challenge|for you, Sark; a new recruit.
It's a tough case, but|treat it in the usual manner.
Train him|for the games,
let him hope,|then blow him away.
You've got it.
I've been hoping you'd send me|somebody with a little guts.
What kind|of program is he?
He's not any kind of program.|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 here.
What's the matter?|You look nervous.
Well, 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.
You'd rather take|your chances with me?
Want me to slow down|your power cycles?
I need that!
Then pull yourself together.|Get this clown trained.
I want him in the games|until he dies playing.
End of line.
Game unit 18.|In here, program.
Who you calling|"program", program?
Another free program|off line.
You think the Users|are still there?
They'd better be.
I don't want to|bust out of here...
and find nothing|but cold circuits.
- Who are you guys?|- Hold it!
Watch those|force fields.
You'll be having plenty|of chances to get hurt.
Just so I can|tell my friends...
what this|dream is about,
where am l?
guest of the|Master Control Program.
- He makes you play video games.|- No sweat.
I play video games|better than anybody.
Move out!|This way.
You, you come|this way.
- I've gotta see the guy in charge.|- You will.
Command Program Sark's|carrier is approaching.
He will explain the|training procedures.
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...
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.
Who's that guy?
Tron. He fights|for the Users.
That's pretty good.
You gotta be good|if you want to survive.
What's your name?
My name's Ram.
what were you|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.
If you think of the|payments as an annuity,
the cost is|quite minimal.
Yeah, that's great.
Actuarial program. Nice.
How about yourself?
I don't remember|too much.
Disorientation|is normal in transport.
It'll come back.
This is it.|Good luck, Flynn.
Sir, conscript|being moved...
from pit cell|to ring game.
You guys sure|are friendly.
Let him fight|one of his own kind.
You think you're|gonna wipe me out?
That new guy was|asking about you.
Too bad|he's in a match.
I'll probably|never meet him.
There's something|different about him.
That was|a very fancy shot.
Okay, here's|an easy one.
Finish the game!
- No!|- Kill him.
You'll regret this.
I want him in the games|until he dies playing.
This is the holding area|for the lightcycles.
You made it!
Where did you|hear that name?
- That's your name.|- The name of my User.
How did|you know?
- I'm a program|from a User that knows Alan.|- He's disoriented, Tron.
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.
This is Blue Leader|to Blue bikes.
Run these guys|into your jet walls.
Copy, Blue Leader.
This is Gold-1|to Gold-2 and 3.
Split up.|Take them one on one.
Taking him|into the maze.
This is it.|Come on.
Gold-3 to|Gold-2 and 1.
I'm getting out of here|and you guys are invited.
- Ready.|- So long, sucker!
Warriors escaping game grid.|This is an illegal exit.
You must return to game grid.|This is an illegal exit.
Gold-2 to Gold-3.
Those demons|are coming down.
Send out every|game tank in the grid.
I should never have written|all those tank programs.
Targets leaving|protective field.
All units|exiting game arena.
Pursuit force|minus one tank.
On the other side|of the screen,
it all looked|so easy.
They must've gone|right past us.
We made it...
Pursuit force reporting.|We lost visual contact.
Get the pursuit forces|back into the canyons.
Those programs|never made it out.
We'll have them back|before the Interrupt Interface.
We'd better,|null unit.
I'll be lucky if the MCP|doesn't blast me.
I want those|conscripts!
What is it?|What do you see?
Come on,|you little bugger.
Look at that.
When do we pay|our visit...
to the old|Master Control?
There's|just 3 of us.
If you know anybody who's|got an army for rent, fine,
but my User told me|to take that sucker out,
or I'm never|getting out.
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.
Check in with Alan.|Maybe he knows...
what I need|right now.
Oh, it's nice.
Boy, you forget how good|the power feels...
until you get|to a pure source.
My friends,|my fellow conscripts,
we have scored!|l feel so much better.
Pursuit force reporting.|No sign of escaped units.
Moving into|next sector.
I can|feel it.
Feel what?|You okay?
Let's move out!
Come on, Flynn,|put a cork in it.
Mark... 45,|48 degrees.
Ram, Flynn,|do you read me?
Pursuit force reporting.|2 escaped units de-rezzed.
Tron unit heading|into next sector.
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.
We gotta find you|a place to rest.
Hang in there, Ram.|This looks like a good spot.
Those tanks won't|find us here.
I thought this was|supposed to be easy.
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?
You don't look good.|We'll get you fixed up.
Oh, my User!
Users are Users.|They...
Are you a User?
The thing just|goes straight.
I gotta get to|that l/O tower.
Program Alu, request|additional information.
Prepare hanger for|game simulation transport.
Attention all units,|lock onto matrix code.
Prepare for|digital beam transport.
What's the progress|on the simulation?
30, 56, 99|are correct.
Limited 4 and 8|are missing.
30, 56, 99|are correct.
- Limited 4 and 8 are missing.|- No, I...
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.
- Yes?|- What do you mean, "yes"?
That all|you can say?
- Anything else?|- Yes.
- Positive and negative, huh?|You're a bit.|- Yes.
Where's your program?|lsn't he gonna miss you?
I'm your program?
Another mouth|to feed.
Watch out|for nested macros.
- Who are these weirdos?|- Inoperative data pushers.
Control Programs!|Come on.
Pretty good drivin',|huh? Oh!
- No!|- Who asked you?
This baby doesn't handle|so good in town.
- What's this do? How 'bout this one?|- No, no.
Here comes|a headache.
- Ahhh!|- No-no-no-no!
- We gotta stop this thing!|- Yes!
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.
I don't|believe this.
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.
I can't stand this commotion.|What do you want?
I've come to communicate|with my User.
I could be de-rezzed|for letting you in here.
They hate this tower. They'd|close it down if they dared.
They keep me around|in case...
one of them wants to|deal with the other world.
My User has information|that could...
make this a|free system again.
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,|reassurances,
- many brave plans.|- Please?
The guards|are coming.
There they are|with the Guardian.
All right, Yori.
Who is your User,|program?
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.
Bring in|the logic probe.
Tron, location query.|Confirm.
I am creating the information|that will erase the MCP.
Dedicate yourself to getting|the disc into the heart...
of the MCP.
This interface is|located at its base.
We will not be able|to communicate again...
unless you succeed.
This is the key|to a new order.
This code disc|means freedom.
I think they're|breaking in.
- Thank you, Dumont.|- Hurry! The Users are waiting.
Where's the program?
If I can get us on the|scanning transport beam,
this simulation|will take us...
across the game sea...
back into the|central computer.
Commander, you've enjoyed|the power you've been given.
I wonder how you'd take to|working in a pocket calculator.
We did take care of|that User you sent us.
Now you've got|2 renegade programs...
flying all over the system|in a stolen simulation.
I'll get them.|It's only a matter of time.
You've almost reached|your decision gate.
I can't spare you|any more time.
End of line.
It's me, Flynn!
- Greetings, program.|- You're alive!
Yeah, I uh...
He didn't make it.
This is Flynn.|The one who busted me out.
Well, then l|owe him some thanks.
It's no big deal.
I ought to know Lightcycle.|l wrote the program.
- You wrote the program?|- It's time I level with you.
I'm what you|call a User.
You're a User?
I took a wrong turn|somewhere.
If you are a User,
everything you've done|is according to a plan.
You know what|it's like.
You keep doing what it looks|like you're supposed to,
no matter how crazy.
That's the way it is|for programs, yes.
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 bit|of relaxation.
First, rezz up the|carrier for pursuit.
One other thing.|Don't think anymore.
I do the thinking|around here.
This isn't going to be easy.
If those grid bugs get us,|we've had it.
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. Maybe I should|keep you around for a laugh.
- What's happening?|- Power surge in the MCP.
Get off this beam.
There isn't a junction|for 7 or 8 nano seconds.
- There's another beam!|- It's too far.
He's creating|a junction.
Did we make it?
Hurray for our side.
ls he de-rezzing?
No, but I couldn't|tell you why not.
I'm all in one piece.
I'm still with you.
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?
That is a User.|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...
- You were de-rezzed.|- Not me, Sark.
You're nothing special,|just an ordinary program.
So are you, one that|should have been erased.
Take that program|to the holding pit.
I'm taking|our friend...
and some other religious|fanatics to Master Control.
When I disembark,
this ship and|everything on board...
will automatically de-rezz.
This means you.
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.
I still have power.|Sark doesn't know that.
Leave me alone.|We've failed.
Only if we give up!|Come on, look, the wall!
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, the heart|of the whole system.
I feel a presence.|Another warrior is on the mesa.
I don't know|how you survived.
It doesn't matter.
All programs have|a desire to be useful.
In moments, you will|no longer seek communication...
with each other or|your superfluous Users.
You'll 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.
All my functions are|now yours. Take them.
Your User can't|help you now,
my little program.
I got it.|Steer us by the beam.
Right next to it.
What good will|that do?
I'm going|to jump.
It's the only way|to help Tron.
Don't.|You'll be de-rezzed.
Come on, let's go!
We did it!
We thought you|were dead.
He threw himself into the beam|and distracted the MCP...
just long enough for you|to get your disc in.
He saved us.|He really did it.
Look at|the I/O towers.
Every tower|is lighting up.
Try to|look official.
Here comes|the boss.
Pick me up|in an hour.
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Take the money and run
Taken 2002 ep01
Taken 2002 ep02
Taken 2002 ep03
Taken 2002 ep04
Taken 2002 ep05
Taken 2002 ep06
Taken 2002 ep07
Taken 2002 ep08
Taken 2002 ep09
Taken 2002 ep10
Taking Lives (2004)
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Talented Mr Ripley The
Talk Radio (1988)
Talk to Her (Hable con Ella)
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Taming Of The Shrew The (1967)
Tango and Cash
Targets - Peter Bogdanovich 1968
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Taste the blood Of Dracula
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Taxi Driver CD2
Taxi para 3
Tea House Mouse
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Team Spirit 2 2003
Tears Of The Sun
Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles - The Movie
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Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles 3
Tell Me Something
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Terminator 1 Special Edition
Terminator 3 - Rise of the Machines
Texas Chainsaw Massacre The
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The Corrs - Live At The Royal Albert Hall
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The Corrs - MTV Unplugged
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The History of the World - Part I
The Three Faces of Eve
Theres Something About Mary
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They Call Us Misfits 1968
They Came to Cordura
They Drive by Night
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Thing The (1982 John Carpenter)
Thing from Another World The
Things Are Tough All Over
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This Girls Life
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Thought Crimes (2003)
Three Colors Red
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Three Days of the Condor
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Thrill of It All The
Thriller - A Cruel Picture (1974)
Through a Glass Darkly
Thunder Road (1958)
Thunderbolt and Lightfoot (1974)
Tian di xiong xin
Tie Me Up Tie Me Down
Tiempo de tormenta
Tierra (J Medem 1996)
Tiger on the Beat (1988)
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Time After Time CD1
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Time Machine The
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Time Out (2001) CD1
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Time and Tide
Timecop 2 2003
Timothy Learys - How To Operate Your Brain (1993)
Tin Star The (Anthony Mann 1957)
Tipping The Velvet
Titan A E
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To Catch a Thief 1995
To Die For
To End All Wars CD1
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To Kill A Mockingbird (1962)
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Tokyo Story 1953 CD1
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Tokyo eyes 1998
Tom And Huck
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Tomie - Replay
Tonari no Totoro
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Torpedo bombers (Torpedonosty)
Total Recall 1990
Totmacher Der 1995
Touch Of Pink A
Touch of Class A
Touch of Evil (1958)
Touch of Spice A
Touch of Zen A (1969) CD1
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Tower of London
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Tragedy of Macbeth The 1971
Trail Of The Pink Panther
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Train The CD2
Train The CD3
Transformers The Movie 1986
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Tremors 3 Back to Perfection
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Trois 2 - Pandoras Box 2002
Trouble In Paradise (1932)
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Trouble with Angels The 1966
Troy 2004 CD1
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True Lies 1994
Tucker The Man and His Dream 1988
Turn Left Turn Right
Twentieth Century 1934
Twins Effect 2 2004
Twins Effect The
Two Can Play That Game
Two Champions Of Shaolin