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Kevin Flynn: The Grid.
A digital frontier.
I tried to picture clusters of information, as they moved through the computer.
What did they look like?
Ships, motorcycles?
Were the circuits like freeways?
I kept dreaming of a world,
I thought I'd never see.
And then, one day.
You got in.
Ha, ha, ha, that's right, man.
I got in.
And the world was more beautiful than I ever dreamed.
And also, more dangerous than I've ever dreamed.
Get in bed now, come on.
Now, I met a brave warrior.
-Tron. -Ba, ba, bom, bom, bommm.
Kevin: TRON!
Sam: He fights for the users.
Kevin: He sure does.
Oh man, he showed me things that no one had ever imagined.
Here at least. This battle was fought in spectacular arenas.
Cycles that raced on ribbons of light.
-So radical, and together, -Sam: You built the grid.
Kevin: We built a new grid.
With programs and users.
Now, I couldn't be in there all the time.
So, I created a program in my own image.
That could think, like you or me.
And I called him, CLU.
Codified Likeness Utility.
Kevin: That's right.
And CLU, Tron and I, we built the system where all information was free,
And hope, beautiful.
And then, one day.
Something happened.
Something...extraordinary.
A miracle.
What was it?
That'll have to wait until next time.
How 'bout I get to work.
I'm gonna go with you, Dad.
Yeah, well.
On day, you will.
I promise.
Okay.
Good night, Sam.
All right, what do you say tomorrow, you and I hit the arcade?
You can have a crack at the old man's high score.
First games on me.
You want to play doubles?
Sam: Are we on the same team?
We're always on the same team.
(Reporter on Television) Good evening, our lead story.
ENCOM CEO and video game Icon, Kevin Flynn.
has disappeared.
He was best known for designing Tron, and Space Paranoids.
The two best selling video games in history.
Flynn took ownership of ENCOM in 1982.
And the company skyrocketed to the top of the tech industry.
But things changed in 1985.
With the untimely death of Flynn's wife, the mother of his young son, Sam.
Recently ENCOM board members have been troubled by the reports of Flynn's erratic
even obsessive behavior.
With Flynn missing, the company is now in Chaos.
This afternoon ENCOM's board moved to seize control from Flynn's partner, Alan Bradley.
Vowing to return the company to profitability.
Loyal to the end, Bradley maintains his belief that Flynn is not missing.
And is instead pursuing his dream of quote:
"A digital frontier to reshape the human condition".
Kevin: In there is a new world.
In there is our future.
In there,
is our destiny.
Reporter: Even Flynn's most ardent supporters are now acknowledging a difficult truth.
Kevin Flynn may have simply, run away.
And often lows for his imminent return.
There is perhaps no one....
He's coming.
He promised.
Kevin's mother: Sam, you have to eat.
Let go of me.
Kevin's mother: Sam.
Reporter: What will become of Flynn's legacy, and the future of ENCOM.
Reporter: Will most likely depend on what becomes of this now orphaned little boy. -Kevin's Mother: SAM!
Kevin's Mother: SAM, come back.
Sam: Well that is a big door.
Woman: Welcome everybody, please settle.
I know it's late so I'll skip the pleasantries and hand things over to our chairman.
Richard Mackey
Thank you, thank you. Thank you, Claire.
Tonight I am pleased to announce that ENCOM's last fiscal year,
was our most profitable, ever.
Yes.
And at midnight tonight, the 12th version of our pledge of operating systems will hit the shelves.
Around the world.
Richard: I'm sure it comes as no surprise,
who we have to acclaim. The head of our software design team.
A man who's father own uh, notable history with ENCOM,
helped make this company, what it is today.
Edward Dillinger.
Well done.
Richard: We will be making our Debut on Tokyo's Nikkei index.
ENCOM's stock will now trade around the world.
24/7
Huh? Oh yes.
Excuse me,
Yes, Allan.
Given the prices we charge to students, schools.
What sort of improvements have been made in Flynn
I mean, uh, ENCOM O.S. twelve?
This year we put a twelve on the box.
Edward: O.S. 12 is the most secure operating system ever released.
The idea of sharing our software or giving it away for free.
Disappeared with, Kevin Flynn.
Guard: We know you're here.
Let's make this easy.
Come on, come on.
FREEZE!
Richard: Okay, I hope I have no more questions.
I would like you to meet, our next blockbuster.
ENCOM O.S. Twelve.
Whoa!
Richard: Oh, a few bugs.
Bare with us, one second.
Stop! Stop, stop. Stop, stop, will you just stop.
For one second.
Nikkei will be open in thirty seconds.
Does anyone know where the master file is?
Alan: I do.
It's on the web.
Richard: This is mad, gotta stop this.
We got to bring that opener, now.
Richard: How is this happening, we've got to stop this now.
No, let's just, shut it down.
-Shut it down, NOW! -Relax.
Relax, it's under control.
Richard: Relax?
Our most valuable and most secure operating system is out there for free.
How am I suppose to explain that?
I don’t' know. Say it was all part of the plan.
A little uh, a little gift from ENCOM.
Reporter: Apparently ENCOM technologies is having some...
-technical difficulties. -No.
Hey, Dad.
What are you doing?
Guard: Where are you going to run to now?
Now you don't want to do that.
Guard: Didn't anyone tell you, stealing is wrong.
Sam: Can't steal something that was designed to be free.
Now I got you.
Don't sweat it, your boss is okay with it.
-The hell he is. -Sam: Your boss works for the CEO.
The CEO works for the shareholders.
Now do you know who the biggest shareholder is?
I don't know, some kid.
You're Mr. Flynn.
Why?
This is your father's company.
Not anymore.
Wha..., hey, hey kid.
No, NOOOOOOO!
Woo, hoo, hoo, hooo.
Yeah!
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
O...kay.
Guards: Hey, there he is, get him.
HEY! No free rides.
Sam: Whoa!
(Laughs)
Police man: Hold it right there, freeze!
Okay boys, you got me.
Hey.
Enjoy it Marv, you earned it.
Why are you in my apartment, Allen?
You won't answer your phone.
How you been, Sam?
Well you know, when I was twelve, I really appreciated the surrogate father thing.
But come on, Allen.
We're all under control now.
Oh, clearly.
What is it? You want to help me with my home work?
Like old times, have a catch.
Well you got a, pretty nice view here.
Why'd you do the triple axel off of a few hours ago?
Alan: Rough landing, huh?
Hmm, could have been worse.
Alan: I also thought your message to the board was very clever.
Sam: Oh, you like that?
Well, that was Marv's idea.
Allan, we really gonna do this again?
Do I really look like I'm ready to run a fortune 500 company?
No.
But truthfully, everybody's pretty happy with where you are.
Clearly they can just keep doing whatever they want.
Well I guess what I find curious is the crazy charities,
the annual prank on the company.
Sure have an interesting way of being disinterested, Sam.
Why are you here, Alan?
I was paged last night.
Oh man, still rocking the pager, hey?
Good for you.
Yeah, your Dad once told me I had to sleep with it, I still do.
Page came from your Dad's office, at the arcade.
So.
So, that numbers been disconnected for twenty years.
Sam, two nights before he disappeared, he came to my house.
I've cracked it, he kept saying.
He was talking about genetic algorithms,
Quantum teleportation. He said he was about to change everything.
Or science, medicine, religion.
He wouldn't have left that, Sam.
He wouldn't have left you.
Al, you're the only one who still believes that.
He's either dead, or chillin' in Costa Rica.
Probably both.
I'm sorry.
I'm tired.
I smell like jail.
Let's just reconvene in another couple of years, huh? What do you say?
Here.
These are the keys to the arcade.
I haven't gone over there, yet.
I thought you should be the one.
Alan, your acting like I'm going to find him sitting there working.
Just, "Hey kiddo, lost track of time".
Wouldn't that be something.
What?
*(Journey's "Separate Way's" plays)*
*Here we stand*
*Worlds apart, hearts broken in two, two, two*
*Sleepless nights*
*Losing ground, I'm reaching for you,*
-*you, you.*
*Feelin' that it's gone*
*Can change your mind*
*If we can't go on*
*To survive the tide love divides*
*Someday love will find you*
*Break those chains that bind you.*
*One night will remind you*
*How we touched And went our separate ways*
*If he ever hurts you*
Sam: You son of a gun.
Huh.
Sam: You got a backdoor.
Sam: This isn't happening.
Oh man, this IS happening.
Black Guard 1: This program has no disk.
Black Guard 1: Another stray.
Sam: Wait, I'm not a program.
He actually did it.
Sam: I'm on the grid.
Does the name Kevin Flynn mean anything to you?
Be quiet if you want to live.
Programs madly chants: Game, games, the games. Not the games.
What's his problem?
Rectify.
-Games. -NO!
-Please. -Rectify.
Look, I know you probably get this a lot,
But there's been a big mistake.
Games.
Please, no, no, no.
Whoa, hey!
Crazed program shouts: Erase me!
AHHHHH!
No!
Will somebody tell me what the hell.
Hey, hey!
That's got a zipper.
He is different.
This can't be good.
Computer: Attention, program. You will receive an identity disc.
Computer: Everything you do or learn, will be imprinted on this disc.
Computer: If you lose your disc,
or fail to follow commands.
You will be subject to immediate, deresolution.
Nearly complete. Disc activated and synchronized.
Proceed to games.
Sam: Games?
Where you going?
What am I suppose to do?
Survive.
*Techno music blasting*
Computer : Platform eight.
I have a strange version of you on my shelf.
Computer: Combatants 3 and 11.
Computer: Disc duel.
He definitely didn't do that.
Sam: Damn it.
So that's how it is.
Computer: Combatant 11, deresolution.
I won!
Now let me out.
Computer: Combatant 3, round one, victory.
Jarvis: No unusual activity on the grid.
Security sweeps patrolling and intensifying.
Right to par, on schedule.
Your initiate should be fully operational within twelve cycles.
Perhaps if you were to include me,
in this mission, l could be of even greater service.
Computer: Combatant's 3, and 7. Disc closed.
Computer: Initiate
Yeah.
I'm out of this.
Computer: Combatant 3, victory.
Computer: Combatant 3, violation.
Computer: Combatant 6, deresolution.
What is that program?
Computer: Combatant three.
Computer: Violation.
Computer: Initiate bottom battle.
Computer: Combatant 3, versus Rinzler.
You gotta be kidding me.
(Crowd chant "Rinzler")
Aw, come on, is that even legal?
Whoa!
Yeah!
Why did it feel like I just got dumped on.
Come on, huh?
Come on.
Rinzler: User.
Man: Identify yourself, program.
I'm not a program.
Cloaked man: Identify....(Echoes)
My name is Sam Flynn.
Cloaked man: Bring him to me.
Sam: Let me go.
Reach.
Where am I?
Sam: Am I on the grid?
Who are you?
Dad.
Sam.
Look at you, man.
Look at the size of you.
How did you get in here?
I got your message.
Oh.
So it's just you?
Yeah.
Look at you.
Wow, isn't this something.
Sam: You look the same.
Oh, a lot has happened, Sam. More than you can imagine.
This.
Kevin: Let's have a look.
(Sam laughs)
Got it.
Hmm, I expected more.
So, you were trapped in here.
That's right.
You're in charge.
Right again. Two for two.
So, can we just go home now.
Not in the cards.
Not for you.
That's a hell of a way to treat your son.
Oh, that.
I'm not your father, Sam.
But I'm very, very happy to see you.
CLU.
Where is he?
Sam: What'd you do to him?
CLU: Same thing I'm going to do to you.
CLU: User.
Greetings programs.
Oh what a vocation we have here before us.
Because, your rumors are true.
We do indeed have in our midst,
a user.
Aaa uuuser.
Jarvis: So, what to do?
What can this User deserve.
Might I suggest perhaps,
the challenge of the grid.
Jarvis: And who best to battle this senior opponent?
Jarvis: Perhaps one who has some experience in these matters.
Jarvis: Oh yes, indeed programs.
Jarvis: Your liberator, your luminary. (Fireworks whistle and explode)
Jarvis: Your leader.
Jarvis: The one who vanquished the tyranny of the user.
Jarvis: Those many cycles before.
CLU: I've been waiting a long time for this.
Jarvis: CCCCLLLLLLUUUUU.
You wanna play?
I'll play.
Excellent work, sir.
Were you pleased with my execution?
The crowd seemed quite energized.
CLU: It wasn't meant for them.
What's this?
What do I do with this?
I'll give you a hint.
Not that.
Computer: Grid is live.
Computer: Initiate light-cycle battle.
You got no chance, User.
Blue program: Their bots are faster than ours. Use the level's.
Now this I can do.
Sam: Here we go.
Sam: Whoa.
Hoh, oh!
AAAAAH!
Sam: Hey.
We gotta work together.
It's the only way.
That's it, you got me.
Boo!
Whoo, hoo hoo, keep out.
Now that's what I'm talking about.
Sam: Another customer.
Let's go.
Hang on buddy, I'm coming.
Come on.
(Laughter)
This is it.
Come on.
NO!
Computer: Illegal combatant on the grid.
Driver: Get in.
Computer: Illegal combatant on the grid.
Computer: GET IN!
Computer: System failure, release Rinzler.
Game on old friend.
Who are you?
Hang on.
(Cycle drivers scream)
Oh man, you can't make that.
Driver: Made it.
I'm, Quorra.
They're turning around.
Not by choice.
Quorra: Their vehicles aren't designed to go off grid.
Quorra: They'll mal-function on this terrian.
Sam: What about us?
Hah, obviously not.
Where are you taking me?
Patience, Sam Flynn.
All your questions will be answered soon.
Sam: Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!
(Quorra laughs)
Wait here.
Man: Quorra.
Man: I dreamed of Tron.
Man: First time in years.
Quorra: A sign.
Man: A sign my dear friend, is of a weary soul.
Man: I'm afraid something's happened.
Quorra: Something has happened.
We have a guest.
Man: There are no guests here.
Sam.
Sam: Long time.
You have no idea.
You're, you're here.
You're here.
I'm here.
You're big.
Old.
Kevin: How did you get here?
Alan came over.
Apparently
He got your page.
From your office at the arcade.
Page?
Page, of course.
CLU had him on the Light-Cycle grid.
I intervened.
My.
We may soon,
go find him.
He never thought he'd see you again.
Yeah.
Vintage.
Flynn built it many cycles ago for the games.
It doesn't get out as much as it used to, but.
Still the fastest thing on the grid.
Quorra: Do you know it?
His patience usually beats out my more,
aggressive strategy.
Flynn shared them with me.
I've read them all.
Wow, you like reading.
Tolstoy, Dostoyevsky, Lee Chang, Caring without goal.
Must have a killer ending.
Flynn is teaching me about the art of the selfless.
About, removing oneself from the equation.
But, between you and me.
Jules Verne is my favorite.
You know Jules Verne?
Sure.
What's he like?
Your move Flynn, come on.
Come on.
How old are you now, Sam?
- Uh, - You should be 27.
27, yeah.
Did you attend a college?
Cal-Tech.
My Alma-Mater.
Sam: Yeah.
That's why I dropped out.
(Laughs)
Work?
-A job? ENCOM or you, uh... -No.
I check in once a year.
-Life, girlfriend? -A dog.
I have one.
A rescue.
Well, uh, dogs are cool.
I'm sure you must have a few questions of your own, Sam.
Actually, just one.
Why I never came home?
Those nights when I went to the office
I'm sure you figured it out by now,
was to come here.
Moving forward into digital space.
Maybe, still.
But, I also had you.
I had ENCOM, I couldn't be here all of the time.
I needed partners.
Finding CLU.
That's right.
Kevin Narrates: Tron was created by Alan for the old system.
I brought him here to protect this one.
CLU was my creation.
A program designed to create a perfect world.
Kevin: We were jammin' man, building utopia.
Hours in here were just minutes back home.
Just when I thought it couldn't get anymore profound.
Something unexpected happened.
The Miracle.
You remember.
Iso's
Isomorphic Algrarithm's.
A whole new life form.
And you created them?
(Laughs)
No, no.
They manifested.
Like a flame.
They weren't really, really from anywhere.
The conditions were right, and they came into being.
Kevin: For centuries we dreamed of gods, spirits, aliens.
Kevin: An intelligence beyond our own.
You seeing this?
Kevin: I found them, in here.
Like flowers in the waste land.
Profoundly naive.
Unimaginably wild.
They were spectacular.
Everything I'd hope to find in the system.
Control, order, perfection. None of it meant a thing.
But living in a hall of mirrors.
The Iso's.
Shattered.
The possibilities of their root code, their digital DNA.
Disease?
History!
Science, philosophy, every idea,
man has ever had about the universe up for grabs.
Bio digital jazz, man.
Kevin: The Iso's, they were going to be my gift to the world.
Sam: So, what happened?
Kevin: CLU.
CLU happened.
Kevin: Will you stop worrying about everything, Tron.
Kevin: Everything is fine, everything’s under control.
CLU: Flynn!
Am I still to create the perfect system?
Yeah.
Kevin: It was a coup.
Go!
You've been corrupted.
Wait....wait!
Flynn, go!
Yahhh!
Kevin: Tron, he fought for me.
I never saw him again.
So why don't you fight?
He did.
Kevin: He fed on my resistance.
The more I fought, the more powerful it became.
It was impressed with him .
Kevin: Then my miracle. CLU saw the ISO's as an imperfection.
So he destroyed them.
The purge.
He killed them all?
It was genocide.
I tried to get back. But I couldn't get to the portal.
It uses massive power. And it can't stay open forever.
And like a safe. It can only be opened from the outside.
It closed on me, Sam.
That's why I never came home.
Sam: So the portal. It activated when I came in.
Sam: So it's open, now.
Kevin: Not for long.
Kevin: Only one millicycle, about eight hours.
So, we go now.
Go home. Make a run for it.
-Get you out of here. -Kevin: Don't rush.
What do you mean, don't rush. The portal's going to close.
What? What is it?
Quorra: The moment Flynn is on the grid, CLU will stop at nothing to obtain his disc.
My disc is everything, Sam. It's the master key.
The golden ticket, the way out.
But not just for me.
You mean all our worlds are more connected than anyone knows.
CLU figures if I can be in.
Yeah.
With my disc, it's possible.
Then what?
Game over.
The guy doesn't dig imperfection.
What's more important than our world?
I can't let that happen.
I won't.
So what'll we do?
Nothing?
It's amazing how productive doing nothing can be.
CLU's planning something.
We've known that for a while.
Kevin: Programs have been disappearing, there's unrest out there.
Kevin: Even revolution. We sit tight, we might be brought down from the inside.
Sam: The portal's closing. We can't just sit around. We have to move now.
Kevin: Tell me.
What brought you here?
Through the grid.
Alan got your page.
I didn't send any page.
It was CLU. CLU sent that page.
That's why you're here.
Kevin: This is all his design.
He wanted a new piece on the board to change the game.
With you he got more than he ever dreamed.
This is precisely what he wants.
Us together, heading for the portal.
It's his game now.
The only way to win is not to play.
Now that's a hell of a way to win.
But it is a way.
We need you home.
Don't you want that?
Sometimes life has a way of moving you past things like wants and hope.
That's right, Dad.
Keep telling yourself that.
Goodnight, Sam.
How can he be so afraid of his own creation?
I mean, he built CLU. Why doesn't he just end him.
He could but it would require reintegration.
Yeah, all right.
He would never survive the effect.
It would mean the end of them both.
If he refuses to save himself, then I will.
How?
I'm going to the portal.
CLU wants Dad's disc, not mine.
I'm going to find Allen and we're going to figure this thing out from the other side.
It's CLU game here, But in my world he's gone in one keystroke.
I can't do anything unless I get to the portal.
My guts tell me that you don't want to be stuck in this place for eternity.
I think you should consider your father's wisdom.
I have.
There's someone I once knew.
A program named Zuse, who fought along side the ISO's.
How do I find him?
This is his sector.
Make it there alive.
And he'll find you.
Sam.
Sam?
Sam: Hey man, it's your lucky day.
Guard: Stop it.
Woman: Sam Flynn.
-Woman: You remember me. -Yeah.
You gave me some advice.
And you followed it.
Its unfortunate we met the way we did.
You have a good night.
You're looking for someone.
What makes you say that.
Intuition.
Sir, sentries down town,
recovered Flynn's light cycle.
They've traced it to it's component of origin.
Kevin: Prepare the light-runner Quorra.
Kevin: We're going downtown.
Thank you for bringing my son to me.
Flynn, you don't need to go. I sent him to someone we can trust.
Quorra, there is no choice.
I won't lose him again.
Chaos, good news.
Relax, they're occupied.
His name is Castor.
You want to speak to Zuse you're going to have to go through him.
Castor: Where is your sense of humor, my friend?
Barkik: Programs are disappearing, Castor. Soon none of us will be left.
Barkik: Zuse can make the factions, ferment the revolution.
Well of course Zuse can do these things.
Grant me an audience.
Your enthusiasm is intoxicating my dear bot,
But Zuse's time is precious.
We shall see.
(Castor listens to female program)
If you'll excuse me a moment, I have to, uh...
Attend to something, but have a drink.
Courtesy of the "End of line" club.
It is happening.
Castor: Come, away from these primitive functions.
The son of Flynn.
Of all the innumerable possibilities.
He has to walk into mine.
Libations, for everybody!
I'm Castor.
Your host.
Provider of any and all entertainment and diversions.
At your service.
I'm looking for Zuse.
Indeed.
Many are.
Where can I find him?
This pretty miss, is a conversation best had behind closed doors.
Perhaps we should retire to my private lounge.
Uh, designed it myself, you know.
It's true.
I'm stepping away for a moment, boys.
Change the scheme, alter the mood.
Electrify the boys and girls, if you'd be so kind.
Thank you.
Gem.
My name is, Gem.
(Rinzler growls)
Comfy.
-You are CLU. -I am CLU.
You will create the perfect system.
I will create the perfect system.
Together we're going to change the world, man.
(Angrily screams)
(Strained laughter)
Let's move.
Castor: Zuse has been around since the earliest days of the gaming grid.
By necessity. Castor mined all the percentages.
All the angles.
So when do I meet him?
You...just...did.
Zuse: After the purge, I needed to reinvent myself.
Self preservation, you understand.
Now.
What can I do, for you?
I need to get to the portal.
Well, it's closing quickly.
As I'm sure, you're aware.
Tick-tock, tick-tock.
And it's quite a journey.
Beyond the far reaches of the outland.
Zuse: Your father didn't want any programs, slipping out accidentally, did he.
Can you help me?
Of course.
But first, as a man who prides himself on staying well informed.
I must ask, who sent you my way?
Her name's, Quorra.
Said she met you a long time ago.
I believe she did.
Many cycles ago.
Zuse: Was a different time.
But we're not here to relive the past.
Let's see about your future, shall we?
Now, we'll have to, uh...
change your attire, and you'll need a forged disc.
Not easy these days.
And of course you'll need transport.
To cross the sea of simulation.
This is going to be quite a ride.
I believed in users once before.
Playing all the angles.
Revenge!
Zuse: The game has changed.
Son of Flynn!
Ha, ha, haaa.
Met your friend.
He's fantastic.
Behold, the son of our maker.
Yeah, yeah.
Let's move, man.
Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Sam: A little help here, maybe.
Sam: Your Disc.
Dad, it's gone.
It is.
I'm sorry, I know I messed up.
Sam: We can go back, I can go back.
No, we stay together.
Dad, I can do this.
You've done enough all ready.
Sam, your really---
You're messin' with my Zen thing, man.
Kevin: She's stable.
Sam: So what do we do now?
I don't know. Nothing.
We do nothing.
We still,
Kevin: Wait.
You ever jump a freight train?
Huh?
We do it your way.
It's a long sprint to the portal.
If we beat CLU there we have a chance.
Let's get her out of here.
This will take us there.
Is she going to make it?
I don't know, I gotta identify the damaged code.
The sequence on it is just enormously complex.
Sam: But didn't you write it?
Kevin: (Laughs) Some I wrote, the rest of it is just,
beyond me.
She's an Iso.
Kevin: Yeah, the last Iso.
All this time you were just, protecting her.
She's the miracle, man.
Everything I ever worked for.
A digital frontier to reshape the human condition.
Sam: I always thought that was just a plot line.
Kevin: In our world, she could change everything.
Check that out.
She risked herself for me.
Some things are worth the risk.
Kevin: Look at this.
Kevin: Now that is impressive,
if I do say so myself, huh?
Come on, it's going to take a while for her system to reboot.
Now it's time for you to tell me a story.
CLU: The boy and Flynn are gone.
Zuse: I presume your Excellency, they perished in the elevator.
You presume.
Find them.
Sam: Ice caps are melting,
Sam: War in the middle east.
Sam: Lakers, Celtics, Batman.
I don't know rich are getting richer. The poor are getting poorer.
Cell phones, online dating, Wi-Fi.
What's Wi-Fi?
-Wireless sim-linking -Of Digital devices?
-Yeah. -Oh.
I thought of that when you were five.
Mom and Dad,
-I assume let go -Yeah.
Oh.
Back when I was twelve.
Gram five years later.
You remember that night.
You didn't come home.
- Well, you said, - I said I'd show you the grid.
You should have seen this place back then.
Couldn't wait to show it to you.
But not this way.
Must have been something, before CLU screwed it up.
No, no, he,
he's me.
I screwed it up.
Crazy after perfection.
Using after what was right in front of me.
Right in front of me.
Look what you've accomplished.
It's incredible.
Sam.
I'd give it all up for one more day with you.
Hey.
Remember your old Ducati?
You kidding me. There's not a day goes by I don't think about that bike.
Yeah, well. Fixing her up.
What are you busting my bike?
Well twenty years in the shed, no tork, I mean.
She knew you were her love.
How's she running?
Well, when I'm done.
Better than ever.
Aw man, I'd like to see that.
You will.
Yeah, you through brooding, give her this.
Your old man is going to knock down the sky, listen for the sound.
When Flynn entered the space, ahh, everything changed.
Zuse: I've never seen anything quite like it.
The aura was palpable.
Was it.
I presume our understanding,
is still valid.
Control of the city.
A sizable request.
-I know. -But, uh...
Seemingly fitting compensation.
Don't you think?
How long have you been searching for this?
Hmm?
A thousand cycles...huh?
Just imagine the secrets it holds.
The master key to any and all,
riddles of the grid, grid, grid.
There's something else, too.
Zuse: Isn't there?
Zuse: I heard the chatter.
About this private initiative.
Zuse: I realize that our alliance is at times,
uneasy.
But always necessary.
You know you need me.
Right where I am.
CLU.
Of course, you're right.
You have a drink.
CLU: End of line, man.
- (Gasps for breath) -Hey, hey.
It's okay, we're safe for now.
We're heading east, towards the portal.
CLU has the disc.
Once I get out, I can shut him down.
I should never have sent you to Zuse.
It was a mistake.
It's okay, I made a few myself.
Where is he?
Sam: I think he's knocking on the sky.
Quorra: And listening to the sound.
Yeah.
How did you find him?
It's okay.
I know.
Quorra: It was during the purge.
CLU was relentless.
The Black guard were executing Iso's in the streets.
Everyone I knew,
disappeared.
Then they came for me.
So I ran.
Quorra: As sympathetic programs smuggled me out of the city.
but soon they had me surrounded.
I prepared for the end.
And just as everything was going dark.
I felt a hand.
On my shoulder.
And when I opened my eyes.
Quorra: Standing above me,
was the creator.
Your father.
He saved me.
I guess you could say I'm, a rescue.
Sam: Hell of a view.
Quorra: It used to let us know that Flynn was here.
Quorra: It became a symbol of something bigger.
Quorra: Something, better in this world.
I've never been this close before.
It's how I imagined the sunrise to be.
Ah, trust me. There's no comparison.
What's it like?
-The sun? -Yeah.
Oh yeah.
I've never had to describe it before.
Warm.
Brave
Beautiful.
Kevin screams: Get below.
MOVE!
This isn't suppose to be here.
What happened?
The link crossed.
What is this?
CLU can't create programs.
Kevin: He can only destroy and repurpose them.
Repurpose them for what?
Sam: He's building an army.
Let's go.
-Goodbye. -Quorra!
-Quorra. -Wait.
What's she doing?
Removing herself from the equation.
Tron.
Kevin: He's alive.
We can't just let her go.
Sam!
There's another way.
Barkik: Well done sir.
CLU: Have you ever seen anything like it?
Barkik: Humbly, sir.
Barkik: I know you have greater designs, then any of us understand.
What does it do?
She's going to wind up like one of them.
Keep moving, Sam.
(Programs chanting, CLU, CLU)
You are a very rare bird, aren't you.
Where's your disc? Where is he?
Must have been so lonely out there.
Tragic to be the only one.
I've seen what users are capable of, CLU.
You don't belong with them.
I have something very special in mind for you.
Take her upstairs.
And find them.
You'll have to excuse me. You arrived just as I was prepared for the toast.
CLU begins his speech: Greetings programs.
Together we have achieved a great many things.
We have created a vast complex system.
We've maintained it,
we've improved it.
We have rid it of its imperfections.
Not to mention, ridding of the false deity who sought to enslave us.
Kevin Flynn!
Where are you now?
My fellow programs, let there be no doubt.
That our world is a cage no more.
For at this moment.
The key to the next frontier is finally in our possession.
The disc.
CLU: And unlike our selfish creator who preserved the privilege of our world only to himself.
I will make their world open,
and available to all of us.
YES!
To all of us.
Sam: He's taking all of us with him.
He's figured out how to do it.
CLU: And whatever we find there.
There our system will grow, there our system will blossom.
You have proved yourselves, proved yourself to me.
Been loyal to me.
And I will never betray you.
Dad, we have to get your disc.
No we gotta get to the portal.
You shut them down from the outside.
Even if I make it out you won't last in here.
-Quorra won't last.. -I said it will be all right, come on.
Will you let it go, I'm not going home without you.
Sam.
Same team.
Remember?
I was afraid you were going to say that.
Meet me on the flight deck in five. And get me some wheels.
Wheels? What's your plan?
I'm a user.
I'll improvise.
CLU: Rid the new system of its imperfections.
My vision is clear.
Out there, is a new world!
Out there is our victory.
Out there,
is our destiny.
Black Guard: Identify yourself, program.
I'm not a program.
My name is Sam Flynn.
Identify yourself.
I'm taking this vehicle.
You are not authorized.
Right away, sir.
Watch your step please, as you board the aircraft.
Down with the users.
Computer: Master key, disengaged.
I came with a girl.
A program, where is she?
Sam. GO!
AAAAH!
What are you doing here?
We gotta get to the flight deck.
But CLU will be here any minute. We'll never make it.
Come on.
Come on, kiddo.
Radical, man.
Hurry!
Made it.
Try to hold on to this. You're gonna need it.
You got this, Quorra.
It's all in the wrist.
Death to the user.
Head towards the light, Quorra.
Where did you learn that move back there?
ENCOM tower.
Couple nights ago.
ENCOM tower. Huh.
Light-jets.
Here they come.
-Sam, take the turret. -Huh?
Oh man, I'm all over this.
Yeaah!
Sam: Yeah, ha, ha, ha.
One down, five to go.
Nice.
We gotta split them up.
Come on.
Have a nice swim.
Sam: You gotta get behind them.
Waoooo!
I don't think this is a good idea.
You're probably right.
He's gaining on us.
(Laughs)
YES!
It's jammed.
Tron.
What have you become?
Aw, come on.
Flynn, go!
CLU: My word, take a shot.
CLU: Finish today.
Noooooooo!
Tron: I, fight for the users!
CLU: Aaaaaaah!
That was him.
It's over.
It's over!
(Quorra laughs with joy)
Quorra: Waoooo!
Quorra, there's something I need you to do.
Let's get you home, Dad.
There it is.
Take her down.
Hang on.
This could be rough.
This is mine.
Kevin: Had a feeling you'd be here.
The cycle's haven't been kind, have they.
Well, you don't look so bad.
I did everything.
Everything you ever asked.
I know you did.
CLU: I executed the plan.
As you saw it.
You, you promised that we would change the world, together.
You broke your promise.
I know, I understand that now.
I took this system to its maximum potential.
I created the perfect system.
The thing about perfection, is that it's unknowable.
It's impossible, but it's also right in front of us all the time.
You wouldn't know that because I didn't when I created you.
I'm sorry for.
I'm sorry.
Go.
CLU!
Remember what came for.
DAD!
CLU: You knew I'd beat you.
And still you did all this.
For him.
No.
Why?
He's my son.
Gooooo!
Dad!
Sam, it's time.
No!
Sam.
It's what he wants.
I'm not leaving you.
Take her.
Yes.
Goodbye, kiddo.
(SCREAMS WITH RAGE)
Sam: Alan.
You paged me?
Yeah.
You jet ENCOM at 8AM.
What about the board?
We trim them out.
I'm taking the company back, Alan.
Oh, and you were right.
About what?
About everything.
Quorra: What's next, Sam?
Guess we're suppose to change the world.
Tomorrow, I'll show you something.