BOY 1: All right,
give me room.
Here we go.
GIRL: What's
this game called?
BOY 2:
This is Lightcycle.
MAN: Damn!
MASTER CONTROL:
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.
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? No.
I run out to
check on T-bill rates,
I get out of breath.
Hey, look, you guys
are gonna make my user,
Mr. Henderson, very angry.
He's a full
branch manager.
Great.
Another religious nut.
I'd say, "Welcome, friend,"
but not here, not like this.
I don't even know
what I'm 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,
and if he can't use you,
he sends you down here
to the game grid
to get the bits
blasted out of you.
What's your name?
Crom.
I'm Ram.
They'll train you
for the games, but...
(WHISTLES)
I hope you make it.
Hey, what's been going on
in the other sectors?
You know,
I've been stuck here
for 200 microcycles.
It's murder out there.
You can't even
travel around your
own microcircuits
without permission from
Master Control 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.
CLU: Yes, sir?
Clu, we don't have
much time left
to find that file.
This is top priority.
Yes, sir. I know, sir.
This isn't just
correcting my
bank statement
or phone bill problem
again. This is a must.
I understand, sir.
Yes, sir.
Now, I wrote you.
I taught you everything
I know about the system.
Thank you, sir.
But I'm not sure...
No "buts," Clu.
That's for users.
Now you're the best program
that's ever been written.
You're dogged
and relentless,
remember?
Let me at 'em.
That's the spirit.
Now keep that
tank rolling.
I'll try to cover you
from this end. Go.
Do you think
we can merge with
this memory, Bit?
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.
Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes!
(WEAPON FIRING)
There's too many of them!
What is this?
(FIRING CONTINUES)
Aah!
Damn it!
Get out of here!
Yes! Yes! Yes!
Yes! Yes! Yes!
Busted again.
God. And that was
my best program.
(KEYBOARD CLACKING)
Got a pirate program here.
Says his name's Clu.
MASTER CONTROL:
What did he pull?
Came into the system
with a stolen password
and we caught him
trying to raid
a high-clearance memory.
No. I must've gotten
in there by mistake.
I was...
MASTER CONTROL:
Who programmed you?
I was...
(SCREAMING)
MASTER CONTROL:
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.
(SCREAMING)
(STOPS SCREAMING)
Get me Dillinger.
(HELICOPTER WHIRRING)
Good evening,
Mr. Dillinger.
Thank you, Peter.
You can go now.
Yes, sir.
MASTER CONTROL:
Hello, Mr. Dillinger.
Thanks for
coming back early.
No problem, Master C.
If you've seen
one consumer
electronic show,
you've seen them all.
What's up?
It's your friend,
the boy detective.
He's nosing
around again.
Flynn?
Yes.
It felt like Flynn.
He's still looking
for that old file.
Can't you just
appropriate it?
I have.
I put 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.
End of line.
"Your access suspended"?
"Report to Dillinger"?
Come on.
Hey, Alan? You think
I could have some of
your popcorn?
Yeah, sure.
I don't know what
he'd want to see me for.
What did I do?
Sit down.
Thank you.
(CLEARS THROAT)
We've had to shut down
all Group 7 personnel,
just briefly. Security.
Someone with
that access has
been tampering.
Well, I hope
you don't think
it's me.
I don't even
balance my checkbook
on downtime.
I have an abacus
at home for that.
Yes, I'm sure.
You understand.
It should only be
a couple of days.
What's the project
you're working on?
Well, 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. No, it'll...
It'll run independently
and watchdog
the MCP as well.
Sounds good.
Well, we should have you
running again in
a couple of days, I hope.
Okay.
Thanks.
Oh, boy.
MASTER CONTROL:
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.
Couple of days!
Well, here goes nothing.
Yeah. Interesting.
Interesting.
Did you hear
what you just said?
"Here goes nothing."
Well, what I meant was...
Actually, what
we propose to do
is to change something
into nothing and back again.
Then you might just
as well have said,
"Here goes something.
"Here comes nothing."
Right. Mmm-hmm.
MAN: Let's clear the area.
WALTER: Yeah.
This is the big moment.
LORA: I know this'll
nail down your theory
that the scanned UV beam
is superior to that
single-pulse exposure.
WOMAN ON PA:
Laser activity will
exist in 30 seconds.
Put on your goggles.
Leave the bank
in your own...
LORA: Let's see
if we got
the green light.
MAN 1: Is the target area
sufficiently shielded?
MAN 2: Yeah,
they verified
the safety...
WOMAN ON PA:
Twenty seconds.
Looks good.
Let her rip.
Fifteen seconds.
This is what we've
been waiting for.
Ten seconds.
Five seconds.
(MACHINES WHIRRING)
Perfect.
(ALAN CLAPPING)
MAN: Congratulations.
Beautiful.
WALTER: Hi, Alan.
ALAN: You two having
fun disintegrating
things down here?
WALTER:
Not disintegrating, Alan.
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 voila!
Great. Can it
send me to Hawaii?
Yeah, but you gotta
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.
I tell you,
ever since he got that
Master Control Program,
system's got more bugs
than a bait store.
Gotta expect
some static.
After all,
computers are
just machines.
They can't think.
Some programs'll
be thinking soon.
(CHUCKLES)
Won't that be grand?
Computers and the programs
will start thinking
and the people will stop.
Well, I'm gonna
stay around, put
some data through.
See you tomorrow.
Bye.
Come on.
Did you say
Group 7 access?
ALAN: Yeah.
What a hassle.
I was all set.
Did he say why?
It was something
about tampering.
Tampering.
You know, Flynn has
been thinking about
breaking into the system
ever since Dillinger
canned him,
and he had
Group 7 access.
Flynn had access
to you, too.
LORA: I wanna go
to Flynn's place.
ALAN: What for?
To warn him.
Of what?
That Dillinger's
on to him.
I don't see
why I have to do
that guy any favors.
I don't know
what you ever saw
in that guy anyway.
I loved him
for his brains.
(LORA CHUCKLES)
Don't put any change
in the meter.
We're gonna need it
for the games.
Boy, haven't been here
in a long time.
GIRL: Hey, Barbie,
up here!
(PEOPLE CHATTERING)
(UPBEAT POP MUSIC PLAYING)
BOY 1: Let's go.
GIRL 1: Don't pull me.
Where is he?
I don't know.
Somewhere in here,
lost in one
of his games.
BOY 2: Use the buzz bomb,
ya idiot.
Excuse me, champ.
Do you know where
Flynn is?
Yeah, he's over there
on his machine.
GIRL 2: Hey, look.
Somebody's got 300,000.
BOY 3: He's really
on a roll tonight.
One more Reco to go,
and he ties it,
but then another Reco,
and he gets
the world's record.
You better watch out
for this machine, man.
GIRL 3: Yes!
All right!
BOY 3: The all-time record
coming up!
BOY 4: This is it.
BOY 3: It's all over.
(CROWD CHATTERING)
All right!
Way to go!
BOY 5: Hey, Flynn,
how'd you do it?
It is all in the wrist.
Nine hundred
and ninety-nine
thousand points!
(LAUGHS)
Hey, good to see you guys.
Nothing classes up the joint
like a clean-cut
young couple.
We gotta talk.
Well, you can't even
hear yourself think
in here. Come on.
Hey, come on, Flynn.
All right,
I'll be with you...
I'll be down
in a minute.
So, how's the world of
serious science, huh?
Go on up.
Go up. Make yourselves
at home. Be right up.
(CHUCKLES) Geez.
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?
God. You never were much
for small talk, were ya?
She still leave
her clothes all
over the floor?
LORA: Flynn.
No.
Alan!
Well, I mean,
not that often.
Now you can see why
all of his friends
are 14 years old.
Touche. Touche.
I have been doing
a little hacking in here,
as a matter of fact.
You did break in.
Tried to.
Can't seem to quite get
the connection with
that sucker, though.
Now if I had
a direct terminal...
Flynn, are you embezzling?
(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,
as a matter of fact,
that he starts
going in at night,
sets up his own
private memory file,
and begins
writing a program
for a video game
he's invented called
Space Paranoids.
You invented
Space Paranoids?
Paranoids.
Matrix Blaster.
Vice Squad.
A whole slew of them.
I was this close
to starting my own
little enterprise, man.
But enter another
software engineer.
Not so young,
not so bright,
but very, very sneaky.
Ed Dillinger.
So one night
our boy Flynn,
he's goes to his terminal,
tries to read up his file.
I get 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.
And thus begins his
meteoric rise to...
What is he now?
Executive V.P.?
Senior Exec.
Senior Exec?
Meanwhile,
the 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 wanna break into
the system.
Because, man,
somewhere in one of these
memories is the evidence.
If I got in far enough,
I could reconstruct it.
My password,
Dillinger's instructions
to divert the data.
The whole shot, man.
It's too late for that.
Dillinger's
cut off everybody
with Group 7 access.
Wait a...
Wait, wait, wait.
What are you...
What are you
saying now?
The guy knows
what you're up to.
Oh, great.
You're kidding me.
(LAUGHS)
Well, now there is
nothing to stop him.
Now it's just Dillinger
and the MCP running things
from on high in there.
Not if my Tron program
is running.
That'd shut
the system down.
You know, if your
file was in there...
Hey, wait a minute.
If we can get in there,
I can forge us
a Group 6 access.
Well, shall we dance?
DILLINGER: I shut down
Group 7 for a very
good reason.
Ed, all I'm saying is
that if our own people
can't get access
to their programs...
Well, you know
how frustrating it is
when you're working
on a piece of research.
Walter, I sympathize,
but I have data coming from
the Master Control Program
telling me there's
something screwy
going on around here.
That MCP. That's half
our problem right there.
The MCP is
the most efficient way
of handling what we do.
I can't sit here and
worry about every little
user request that comes in.
User requests are what
computers are for.
Doing our business is
what computers are for.
ENCOM isn't the business
you started in your
garage anymore.
We're billing 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 know, 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.
Well, I'm certainly not.
You wanna move aside?
Give the kid a little room?
Will you shush?
This guy's a little
like Santa Claus.
FLYNN: Make these myself.
You want one?
(DOOR RUMBLING)
FLYNN: They never
should have
gotten rid of me.
Now, that is
a big door.
ALAN: Shut up.
DILLINGER: It's my fault.
I programmed you to want
too much.
MASTER CONTROL:
I was planning to hit
the Pentagon next week.
The Pentagon?
It shouldn't be any harder
than any other big company.
But now this is
what I get for
using humans.
Now wait a minute.
I wrote you.
I've gotten 2,415 times
smarter since then.
What do you want
with the Pentagon?
The same thing I want
with the Kremlin.
I'm bored
with corporations.
With the information
I can access,
I can run things
900 to 1200 times
better than any human.
If you think you're
superior to us...
You wouldn't want me
to dig up Flynn's file
and read it up on
a VDT at The Times,
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're only gonna have
a few minutes to use it
before Dillinger catches
the break in security,
all right?
As long as we stay
off the top floor,
Dillinger will never know
we've been in here.
ALAN:
Good luck, hot shot.
Ahem!
Flynn!
After you.
MASTER CONTROL:
Keep those programmers
out of the system,
and get me that
Chinese language file
I asked for.
End of line.
FLYNN: You are
gonna stay with me,
aren't you?
LORA: What for?
You're the one
who never needed help,
remember?
Hey, come on.
I'm scared of the dark.
All this technology
scares me. Come on, babe.
This way.
FLYNN: When did
they put this in?
This is where
I work now.
I've got a direct terminal
in the laser target area.
You can stay
there all night
if you have to.
Like the man says,
there's no problems,
only solutions.
Okay, remember,
this laser is
my life's work.
Don't spill anything, huh?
Have fun, sweetheart.
MASTER CONTROL:
You shouldn't have
come back, Flynn.
Hey, hey, hey.
It's the big
Master Control Program
everybody's been
talking about.
Sit right back.
Make yourself
comfortable.
Remember the time
we used to spend
playing chess together?
That isn't going to
do you any good, Flynn.
I'm afraid...
Stop. Please.
You realize
I can't allow this.
Now how are you
gonna run the universe
if you can't even
answer a few unsolvable
problems, huh?
Come on, big fella.
Let's see what you got.
I'd like to go against you
and see what you're made of.
FLYNN: You know,
you don't look a thing
like your pictures.
MASTER CONTROL:
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.
GUARD: Vacate
entry port, program.
I said move!
(EXCLAIMS)
Hey!
Look, if this is about
those parking tickets,
I can explain
everything, okay?
Zero programs
with war games.
I've got
a little challenge
for you, Sark.
A new recruit.
He's a tough case,
but I want him treated
in the usual manner.
Train him for the games,
let him hope for a while
and blow him away.
You got it.
I've been hoping
you'd send me somebody
with a little bit of guts.
What kind of
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...
It's just...
I don't know.
A user. I mean...
Users wrote us.
A user even wrote you!
No one user wrote me.
I'm worth millions
of their man-years.
What if I can't...
You rather take
your chances with me?
Want me to slow down
your power cycles for you?
Wait! I need that!
Then pull yourself together.
Get this clown trained.
I want him in the games
until he dies playing.
Acknowledge.
Acknowledged,
Master Control.
End of line.
GUARD:
Video game unit 18.
In here, program.
FLYNN: Hey,
who you calling
program, program?
(GRUNTS)
New guy.
Another free
program offline.
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.
FLYNN: Hey.
Who are you guys?
RAM: Hold it.
Wanna watch
those force fields.
You'll be having plenty
of chances to get hurt.
Don't worry about that.
Look, just so
I can tell my friends
what this dream
is about, okay?
Where am I?
You're a
guest of the
Master Control Program.
Oh, great.
Gonna make you
play video games.
Okay. No sweat.
I play video games
better than anybody.
(LAUGHING)
GUARD 1:
Move out! This way!
GUARD 2: You.
You come this way.
Hey, there's been
a mistake. I 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.
GUARD: Move out.
Hey. Who's that guy?
That's Tron.
He fights for the users.
Tron.
FLYNN:
That's pretty good.
RAM: 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.
Worked for a big
insurance company.
Really gives you a great
feeling helping folks plan
for their future needs.
And, of course, if you
think of the payments as
an annuity over the years,
the cost is really
quite minimal.
Yeah. That's great.
Actuarial program. Nice.
How about yourself?
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 SOUNDING)
RAM: This is it.
Good luck, Flynn.
Sir, conscript being moved
from pit cell to ring game.
FLYNN: You know... Hey!
You guys sure
are friendly,
aren't you?
Wait.
Let him fight
one of his own kind.
(BEEPING)
You think
you're gonna wipe me
right out, don't you?
No, I...
Hey, I... I... I...
(LAUGHING)
(PANTING)
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.
(CHUCKLES)
Okay, here's an easy one.
Finish the game!
No!
Kill him.
No!
You'll regret this.
(PANTING)
(SCREAMING)
MASTER CONTROL:
I want him in the games
until he dies playing.
GUARD: This is
the holding area
for the Lightcycles.
Hey, Flynn.
You made it!
Wait here.
You won!
Alan!
Where did you
hear that name?
Well, that's your
name, isn't it?
The name of my user.
How did you know?
I'm a program
from a user
that knows Alan.
He was disoriented
in transport, Tron.
Yeah, but I'm remembering
all kinds of stuff.
Like my user wants me
to go after the MCP.
My user wants that, too.
I know.
COMPUTER VOICE:
Prepare to transport
to Lightcycle grid.
We have transport.
Wow.
WARRIOR 1:
This is blue leader
to blue bikes.
Run these guys
into your jet walls.
WARRIOR 2: Copy, blue leader.
WARRIOR 3: Copy, blue leader.
TRON: This is gold one
to gold two and three.
Split up.
Take them one on one.
WARRIOR 1:
Watch it! Watch it!
(SCREAMING)
FLYNN: I'm taking him
into the maze.
This is it. Come on.
FLYNN: Gold three
to gold two and one.
I'm getting
out of here right now,
and you guys are invited.
RAM: Got it.
Ready?
Ready.
FLYNN: So long, sucker.
(SCREAMING)
Greetings, programs.
COMPUTER VOICE:
Video game warriors
escaping game grid.
This is an illegal exit.
You must return immediately.
Repeat, this is
an illegal exit.
You must return to the grid.
RAM: Gold two to gold three.
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.
GUARD:
Pursuit force reporting.
We lost visual contact
with escaped units.
Awaiting further orders.
SARK:
Get the pursuit forces
back into the canyons.
Those programs never
made it out of there.
We'll have them back
in no time, sir,
long before the
interrupt interface.
We'd better, Null Unit.
I'll be lucky if the MCP
doesn't blast me into
a dead zone.
I want those conscripts!
(ALL PANTING)
FLYNN: What is it?
What do you see?
Watch it. Watch it.
Come on,
you little bugger.
Come on.
RAM: Look at that.
When do we pay our visit to
the old Master Control, huh?
What?
There's just
three of us.
Well, you know anybody
who's got an army
for rent, that's fine.
But my user told me
to go take that
sucker out,
or I'm never
getting outta here.
We can't get
to the MCP without
the help of my user.
I have to get to that
input/output tower
and communicate
with him.
Well, good.
Check in with Alan.
Maybe he knows what's...
What's that?
That is just what
I need right now.
Oh, it's nice.
Incredible.
(LAUGHS)
TRON: Oh!
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.
Thank you.
I can feel it.
Feel what?
You okay?
Alan One.
Let's move out!
Come on, Flynn.
Put a cork in it.
One second.
Ah!
Range: nine.
Mark: 45, 48 degrees.
Hold it. Hold it. Fire!
TRON: 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.
GUARD: No sign of life.
Looks like we got them.
Continue pursuit
of remaining conscript.
GUARD: Acknowledged.
Proceeding toward
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.
(PANTING)
I thought this was
supposed to be easy.
(FLYNN GROANS)
(BEEPING)
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.
All right, let's get
this show on the road.
Now we're smoking.
How can you steal
a Recognizer?
Hey, you okay?
You don't look
so good.
We'll get you fixed up.
Hang on.
Come here.
Oh, my user.
Users are users. They...
Are you a user?
Yeah.
Flynn?
Help Tron.
Ram.
Ram!
Damn Recognizer.
Why won't the thing
just go straight?
I gotta get to
that I/O tower.
COMPUTER VOICE:
Program ALOU.
Request additional
information for Sector 2.
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?
Thirty, 56.
Ninety-nine are correct.
Limited four and
eight are missing.
Don't scream.
Yori.
Thirty, 56.
Ninety-nine 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, Yori.
We have to make plans.
Where can we go?
This way. Quickly.
Hey!
Hold it right there!
Yes.
What do you mean "yes"?
Yes.
Is that all
you can say?
No.
Anything else?
Yes.
Positive and negative, huh?
You're a bit.
Yes.
Well, where's your program?
Isn't he gonna miss ya?
No.
I'm your program?
Yes.
Another mouth to feed.
Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes.
FEMALE VOICE:
Watch out for
nested macros.
TRON: Who are
all these weirdos?
YORI:
Inoperative data pushers.
Control programs.
Come on.
MALE VOICE:
These tendencies
must be discouraged.
Pretty good
driving, huh?
BIT: No.
Who asked you?
(WARNING SIREN)
No, no, no, no, no,
no, no, no, no, no, no,
no, no, no, no, no, no.
(FLYNN EXCLAIMS)
This baby doesn't handle
so good in town.
No.
What's this do?
How about this one?
No. No, no.
Here comes a headache.
(SCREAMING)
No, no, no, no,
no, no, no.
We gotta stop this thing!
Yes.
I'm glad you agree!
(CRASHING)
I'm fine. No problem.
WOMAN: I hope they hurry.
My next assignment
is in Quadrant 4.
Oh, this town is
full of live ones.
Hey.
This is where Tron
said he was going.
(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)
Losing Flynn.
I don't believe this.
GUARD: Halt!
More guards.
YORI: They don't see us.
I'll go first.
Are you all right?
Yeah. Let's do
that some more.
Yeah. I think
the guard saw me.
Come on.
Halt.
Dumont.
I can't stand
all this commotion.
What do you want?
I've come
to communicate
with my user.
Difficult proposition.
Difficult proposition
at best.
Why, I could be
de-rezzed just for
letting you in here.
They hate this tower.
They'd close it down
if they dared.
They keep me around
just in case one of them
wants to deal with
the other world
once in a while.
Dumont!
My user has information
that could,
well, could make this
a free system again.
(CHUCKLES)
No, really.
Why, you'd have
programs lined up
just to use this place.
And no MCP looking
over your shoulder.
When you've been
in the system
as long as I have,
you hear many promises,
many reassurances,
(CLANGING)
many brave plans.
Please, Dumont.
The guards are coming.
TRON: There they are,
with the guardian.
All right, Yori.
All right.
Who is your user, program?
Alan One.
He calls me.
May I pass?
All that is visible
must grow beyond itself
and extend
into the realm
of the invisible.
You may pass,
my friend.
The tower guardian
is helping him.
He thinks.
Bring in the logic probe!
More power!
It's begun.
ALAN: Tron, location query.
Confirm.
Confirmed, Alan One.
I am creating
the information
on your disk
that will erase the MCP
and change the system.
Dedicate yourself to
getting the disk into
the heart of the MCP.
This interface is
located at its base.
We will not be able
to communicate again
unless you succeed.
Go.
This is the key
to a new order.
This code disk
means freedom.
I think they're
breaking in.
Thank you, Dumont.
Hurry.
The users are waiting.
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 Sailer
simulation
will take us
across the game sea,
out of this domain,
back into the
central computer.
TRON: Look out!
(YELLS)
Commander, you've
enjoyed all the power
you've been given,
haven't you?
I wonder how you'd
take to working in
a pocket calculator.
We did take care of
that user you sent us.
You incompetent zero.
Now you've got
two renegade 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.
Hey, it's me! Flynn!
Flynn!
Yeah. Greetings, program.
Flynn, you're alive.
FLYNN: Barely.
Yeah, I...
(FLYNN GRUNTS)
Oh!
Where's Ram?
He didn't make it.
Well, come on.
Lora.
This is Flynn,
the one who
busted me out.
Lora?
Well, then,
I owe him
some thanks.
No, it's no big deal.
I ought to know
my way around
a Lightcycle routine.
I wrote the program for it.
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,
then everything you've
done has been according
to a plan, right?
(LAUGHS)
You wish.
Well, you guys know
what it's like.
You just keep doing
what it looks like
you're supposed to be doing,
no matter how crazy it seems.
Well, that's the way it is
for programs, yes.
I hate to
disappoint you, pal,
but most of the time,
that's the way
it is for users, too.
Stranger and stranger.
So, nice-looking
ship you got here.
Sir, what do you want
done with the tower
guardian, Dumont?
Put him with the others?
No, bit brain.
Prepare him
for inquisition.
I need a little bit
of relaxation.
But first, rez up
the carrier for pursuit.
One other thing,
don't think anymore.
I do the thinking
around here.
YORI: This isn't
gonna be easy.
If those grid bugs get us,
we've had it.
Had enough?
What do you want?
I'm busy.
Busy dying,
you worn-out excuse
for an old program?
Yes, I'm old.
Old enough to remember
the MCP when it was
just 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.
(DUMONT MOANING)
What's happening?
Power surge
from the MCP.
We have to
get off this beam.
I can't.
There isn't another
junction for seven
or eight nanoseconds.
There's another beam!
It's too far.
He's creating a junction.
Did we make it?
Yeah.
Hooray for our side.
YORI: Is he de-rezzing?
TRON: No.
But I couldn't
tell you why not.
I'm all in one piece.
I guess I'm
still with ya.
(GROANS)
Tell the guy
with the jackhammer
to lay off, will ya?
How did you do that?
Elementary physics:
a beam of energy can
always be diverted.
Are we there yet, Mommy?
Sark!
Dumont!
Yori!
Tron?
Tron's dead.
DUMONT: 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.
I saw you.
Not me, Sark.
There's nothing
special about you.
You're just
an ordinary program.
So are you.
One that should've
been erased.
You're nothing!
Take that program
to the holding pit!
Please, don't take him...
SARK: We're taking
our friend here
and some other
religious fanatics
to Master Control.
When I disembark,
this ship and everything
that remains on board
will automatically de-rez.
This means you.
Move out!
Intermediate
vectors detached.
Route us to the MCP.
I want to get rid
of this dead weight
and catch a transport beam
to the game domain.
These walls. Yori.
Something's happening.
Hey.
Yori?
I still have power.
Sark doesn't know that.
Leave me alone.
We've failed.
We're only gonna fail
if we give up!
Now come on! Look!
The wall!
Yori.
You brought me back. How?
Why did you
bring me back?
I need your help.
Come on.
(THUMP)
Do something
with these controls!
I'm on it.
It's the MCP.
It's the heart of
the whole system.
(RAPID BEEPING)
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.
MASTER CONTROL:
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,
and together,
we will be complete.
You should've joined me.
We'd have made a great team.
You're very
persistent, Tron.
I'm also better than you.
MASTER CONTROL: Sark!
All my functions
are now yours.
Take them.
Sark.
Sark.
Look at that.
MASTER CONTROL:
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'll that do?
I'm gonna jump.
It's the only way
to help Tron.
Don't. You'll be de-rezzed.
Don't worry.
Come on! Let's go!
Let's go! Let's go!
Let's go!
TRON: We did it!
(LAUGHING)
That's nice.
We thought you were dead.
(LAUGHS)
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.
(PRINTER BUZZING)
Priority one!
(LAUGHS)
(WHOOPS)
(LAUGHING)
Hey!
(HELICOPTER WHIRRING)
Try to look official.
Here comes the boss.
Pick me up in an hour.
Thanks.
Greetings, programs.
(LAUGHS)
(ONLY SOLUTIONS PLAYING)
♪ In the jungle
I run tonight
♪ Find no peace
to logical life
♪ No confusion,
just wrong or right
♪ Oh, yeah
♪ Faces, numbers I recognize
♪ You don't fool me
with cynical lies
♪ No problems, no compromise
♪ Oh, yeah
♪ Only solutions
♪ Don't pull me down
I just wanna hear
♪ Only solutions
♪ It won't be long
It won't take too long
♪ Modern times
drive me insane
♪ Explanations
I can't explain
♪ Leave me standing
in the rain
♪ Oh, yeah
♪ Solving mysteries
with nothing to lose
♪ Magic leaves you
without any clues
♪ There's only so much
one man can do
♪ Oh, yeah
♪ Only solutions
♪ Don't pull me down
I just wanna hear
♪ Only solutions
♪ It won't be long
It won't take too long
♪ Only solutions
♪ Don't pull me down
I just wanna hear
♪ Logical solutions
♪ Clear visions,
clear visions ♪