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Give me room.|Here we go. - What's this game called?|- Lightcycle. Damn! 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. Nice! 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. I'm Ram. 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? Okay, Clu, 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? Yes. Hmm. Flynn is saying|to look over here. I don't see what|we're looking for. Come on, you scuzzy data,|be in there. Uh-oh! We've got company. I don't|believe this. A Recognizer. There's too many! What is this? Ahhh! Dammit! Get out of here! Yes-yes-yes. Busted again! 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- Ahhh! You're in trouble,|program. Make it easy on yourself.|Who's your User? Forget it, Mister High And Mighty|Master Control. You aren't|making me talk. Suit yourself. Ahhh! 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. What's up? - 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. Come on! Alan, think I can have|some of your popcorn? Yeah, sure. Sit down. Thank you. We've had|to shut down... all Group-7|personnel... just briefly.|Security. 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. Sounds good. We should have you running|in a couple of days. I hope. Okay. Thanks. Oh, boy. Mr. Dillinger, I'm very|disappointed in you. I'm sorry. I can't afford an independent|programmer monitoring me. You realize how many|systems I've gone into? How many programs|I've appropriated? Come on! 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". Right. 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. 20 seconds. - Looks good.|- Let her rip. This is what we've|been waiting for. 10 seconds. 5 seconds. Perfect! - Beautiful!|- Hi, Alan. Having fun|disintegrating things? Not disintegrating,|digitizing. 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. Come on. - 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. 999,000 points! 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... called|"Space Paranoids". 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; Ed Dillinger. 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? Meanwhile,|the kids... 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. Well? 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. 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! Hi. Hi.|Working late? Yeah. Okay.|Come here. 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! After you. 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. 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. Like a man says, "There's no problems,|only solutions". Remember, this lazer|is my life's work. Don't spill anything.|Huh? Have fun,|sweetheart. Hey, it's the big|Master Control Program. Sit right there.|Make yourself comfortable. Remember the time we spent|playing chess together? Stop! Please. 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? This isn't|happening. It only thinks|it's happening. Vacate entry port,|program. I said,|move! Ah! Hey! 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. What if...? 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. Acknowledge. Acknowledged,|Master Control. End of line. Game unit 18.|In here, program. Who you calling|"program", program? Ah! New guy? 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. Hey. - 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? You're a... guest of the|Master Control Program. Oh, great. - 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. Look operative. 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. Move out. 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. Hey, 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. Name's Flynn. 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. Hey! You guys sure|are friendly. Wait. Let him fight|one of his own kind. You think you're|gonna wipe me out? No... Hey! That new guy was|asking about you. Too bad|he's in a match. 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. Ahh! I want him in the games|until he dies playing. This is the holding area|for the lightcycles. You made it! Wait here. Alan. 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. We have|transport. Wow. 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. Watch it! Ahh! 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. Got it. Ready? - Ready.|- So long, sucker! Ahh! Greetings, programs! 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. Get them! Send out every|game tank in the grid. Get them! 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. 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? Watch it. Come on,|you little bugger. Look at that. When do we pay|our visit... to the old|Master Control? What? 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's that? That...|is just... what I need|right now. Oh, it's nice. Incredible. 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. 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.|2 escaped units de-rezzed. No! Tron unit heading|into next sector. 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. 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. Okay. 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. Come here. Oh, my User! Users are Users.|They... Are you a User? Flynn, help Tron. Ram! Ram? Damn Recognizer. 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. Activate|hanger 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! Ah! 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! - Yes?|- What do you mean, "yes"? Yes? That all|you can say? No. - Anything else?|- Yes. - Positive and negative, huh?|You're a bit.|- Yes. Where's your program?|lsn't he gonna miss you? No. I'm your program? Yes. Another mouth|to feed. Yes-yes-yes-yes! 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? No-no-no-no! Ahh! 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. 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|at best. 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. Dumont! My User has information|that could... make this a|free system again. - 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,|reassurances, - many brave plans.|- Please? The guards|are coming. There they are|with the Guardian. All right, Yori. 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. More power! It's begun. Tron, location query.|Confirm. Confirmed, Alan-1. 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. Go! 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. Dumont? Where's the program? What program? Take him! Stay close. If I can get us on the|scanning transport beam, this simulation|will take us... across the game sea... back into the|central computer. Look out! Ahhh! Ahhh! 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. Incompetent zero. 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! 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 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 wish. 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. 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. 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? Yeah. 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. Ohhh! 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.|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. You're nothing special,|just an ordinary program. So are you, one that|should have been erased. You're nothing. Take that program|to the holding pit. Please! 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. Move on! lmmediate 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. 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! 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, 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. It doesn't matter. Prepare to|terminate. 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. Sark? All my functions are|now yours. Take them. Sark? Sark? Look! 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. Don't worry. Come on, let's go! We did it! That's nice. We thought you|were dead. Where's Flynn? 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. Priority one! Try to|look official. Here comes|the boss. Pick me up|in an hour. Greetings,|programs. |
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