Accesing archive data....
Everyone is overjoyed when a visitor comes to town.
Oh, not him...
Dyson! What a wonderful surprise!
Tron remembers Dyson fondly.
- Thanks. - Anytime, old friend.
- Now! - Flynn, go!
Dyson... I trusted you!
And Beck realizes Tron is interested in more than reunion.
I'm not letting you kill for revenge.
I didn't ask your permission.
..:: 1x10 - Scars ::.. / part 2 /
Where're you going, Tron?
Come on, Tron. This isn't you!
Enough!
transcript and timing by f1nc0 ~ addic7ed.com ~
Whoa.
You had simple orders.
Give Dyson a tour. Make sure it goes smoothly.
So why didn't it?!
There was a minor security laps. But Dyson was unharmed.
Fortunately I was there, to stop the Renegade from claiming his target.
If I hear one more mention of him...
Mention... of whom?
Oh, no one important.
Dyson. So glad to see tou treating my ship...
As your ship.
Is there a problem, Tesler?
Not at all. Why would you say that?
Because I sense surprising lack of control over the city.
It might be necessary for me to stick around a while longer.
Maybe indefinitely.
Besides... I'm looking forward to meet with this... Renegade.
But we will never catch him before always sitting around on the job.
Will we?
Doesn't these doors come with guides?
I'll handle it. There won't be any more trouble.
So. How long is Tesler going to keep on pretending
he can handle this Renegade? Hm?
- Permission to speek candidly? - Hm.
He shift fear than we gave him credit for...
but hardly a threat.
"Hardly a threat".
You forgive me, if I not longer trust your word in that.
I'll be right back.
Warning: Cooling failure. Overload imminent.
Reeve?
Reeve?!
Ain't time I can figure the way out of here!
Executing "repurposing" protocol.
Standby for code extraction.
Reeve!
No!
Dyson.
What have you done?
Hello...
...old friend.
You've found me.
- I guess I should congratulate you. - I was trained by the best.
You beeing here doesn't change anything.
I'm still gonna finish what I came to do.
And I'll still stop you.
Come with me. We can get Dyson's disc the right way.
Without derezzing him.
Please.
My disc!
It'll cut thru on a timer.
On a time it unlocks, Dyson will be dead.
Tron!
Don't end the revolution before it has a chance to start.
Danger: Pressure level critical.
Prepare to evacuate.
Danger: Prepare evacuate...
- That really hurt! - Trying to cause an overload?
No... I've found them like this...
- It must've been the Renegade. - Don't insult me.
You're trying to undermine Tesler since the moment Dyson landed here.
- Lies. - I have proof on my disc!
How about I'll show Tesler?
How fast do you think he throw you into the games?
Wait! Isn't it obvious?
Tesler's on his way out. And when he goes down,
his most loyal soldiers are taking the planch with him.
But it doesn't have to be that way! Not for us!
You really wanna form a secret alliance with me?
- Maybe... - It is amazing,
how you keep finding new ways to disgust me.
Oh... and no.
Renegade. I know you're here.
Why don't you come out?
You see me. I'm not hiding.
So you tricked of me to fool thinking you're a Tron.
We both know that's a lie.
You're just playing dress up... while your dead progress...
Emblem!
Please proceed to nearest exit.
Everyone else screems, why doesn't he?
- He's Tron. - Tron...
You haven't say a word.
I'm starting to think you don't like me anymore.
- What have you done to them? - Who?
Oh... our team.
That's just Clu's latest project.
He calls it... repurposing.
- How many you repurposed? - Well, under your command?
Everyone.
You are Flynn's last soldier,
old friend.
If I'm next, let get it over with already.
No, repurposing is cruel, without beeing personality intact.
I rather you join Clu willingly.
- Never... - Are you blind?
By overthrowing Flynn, Clu will bring order to the Grid!
Only thru perfection can all programs be truly liberated!
You're delusional, Dyson.
Clue didn't prove your face,
he made you harder to look at!
I didn't wanna do this... but you forced my hand.
I'm going to show you what is like...
to be imperfect.
Take him to the throne ship.
Oh God...
Enjoy, my soldiers.
You've been repurposed to better serve me.
Together we clean the Grid from imperfection!
Together we end the age of terror!
No!
Goodbye, old friend.
Show yourself, Renegade.
I'd like to see you before you kill.
Come on, Renegade!
Tron wouldn't not give up this easily.
No!
No, it's not possible!
I watched you die!
You watched me die.
I'll watch you die!
You may have escaped. But it's not much of a life, isn't Tron?
Let me guess...
you live in a cave, feeding from your own energy source.
Normal programs just get tired without energy,
but not you, you'll die without it!
That was my gift.
A modification I added to your code.
As a saveguard. I can fix you!
Make you perfect, again. If... you'll join us...
join Clu!
I rather stay like this for ever, than be a puppet of a tyrant!
No! Tron.
- Who are you? - My name is Cyrus.
- I'm a friend. - You... you work for Dyson!
For Clu!
Not anymore. Now, jump!
Hey, stay with me. That's it.
You'll gonna be alright.
You did this... Why?
I can't let revolution end before it has to chance start.
You're only alive for one reason.
To deliver a message.
Sir, I've lost track of Dyson.
I take full responsibility.
It's a shame she let you down, your excellency.
What are you talking about? Page, you've updone yourself!
Wait. Did Dyson leave Argon?
Long gone quick and with fear.
I should've you two work together more often.
It was never about getting Dyson's disc, was it?
No.
We both know what I was looking for.
But you helped me find my way.
I owe you thanks.
And an apology.
So... does it mean I get a time off?
What do you think?
I've just returned from Argon, with a message from an old friend.
I saw him with my own eyes.
Tron lives.
Interesting.
Who else... knows about this?
Nobody.
Only us.
Good. Let's keep it that way.
transcript and timing by f1nc0 ~ addic7ed.com ~