the wrists.
Good to see you guys! Nothing classes up
the joint like a clean-cut young couple.
We gotta talk.
You can't hear yourself think in here.
Come on.
- Come on, Flynn.
- I'll be down in a minute.
How's the world of serious science, huh?
Make yourselves at home. I'll be right up.
The best programmer Encom ever saw
and he winds up playing Space Cowboy
in some back room.
- OK, 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 the floor?
- No.
- Alan!
I mean, not that often.
You can see why all his friends
are 14 years old.
Touchй. Touchй.
I have been doing a little hacking.
- 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?
Embezzling is
such an ugly word, Mr Bradley.
No, I'm trying to get
some solid evidence together.
I don't get it.
OK. Chairman, set the way-back machine
for three years ago.
Kevin Flynn.
One of Encom's brightest
young software engineers.
He's so bright that he starts going in at
night, sets up his own private memory file
and begins writing a program for a 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 enterprise.
But, enter another software engineer.
Not so young, not so bright,
but very, very sneaky. Ed Dillinger.
So one night Flynn goes to his terminal,
tries to read up his file.
I get nothing. A big blank.
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.
Thus begins his meteoric rise to...
What is he now? Executive VP?
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 out of here.
I still don't understand
why you want to 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...
- It's too late for that.
Dillinger's cut off everybody
with Group 7 access.
Wait a minute. What are you saying now?
The guy knows what you're up to.
Oh, great. You're kidding me.
Ha!
Well, now there is nothing to stop him.
Now it's just Dillinger and the MCP
running things from on high.
Not if my Tron program was running.
That would shut the system down.
- If your file was in there...
- Wait a minute. If we can get in there,
I can forge us a Group 6 access.
Well? Shall we dance?
I shut down Group 7
for a very good reason.
All I'm saying is that if our own people
can't get access to their programs...
You know how frustrating it is when
you're working on a piece of research.
I sympathise, 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 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 any more.
We're getting accounts in 30 different
countries. New defence systems.
We have the most sophisticated
pieces of equipment.
Oh, 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 men like Alan and me
from the system but we helped create it.
Our spirit remains in every program
we design for this computer.
I've got better things to do
than have religious discussions with you.
Don't worry about Encom any more.
It's out of your hands now.
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