nothing but a lot of cold circuits.
Hey.
- Who are you guys?
- Hold it!
You wanna watch those forcefields.
You'll be having plenty of chances
to get hurt.
Look, just so I can tell my friends
what this dream is about, OK?
- Where am I?
- You're a...
guest of the Master Control Program.
Oh, great.
- He'll make you play video games.
- No sweat.
I play video games better than anybody.
Move out. This way.
New, you come this way.
- I've got to see the guy in charge.
- You will.
Look operative. Command program Sark
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 disc.
Everything you do or learn
will be imprinted on this disc.
If you lose your disc
or fail to honour commands,
you will be subject
to immediate deresolution.
That will be all.
Move out.
Hey, who's that guy?
- That's Tron. He fights for the users.
- Tron?
- That's pretty good.
- Watch this.
- You've got to be good to survive.
- What's your name?
My name's Ram.
Hey, Ram.
What were you before?
I was an actuarial program.
Worked for a big insurance company.
Gives you a great feeling
helping folks plan for their future needs.
And 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?
Oh, uh, I don't remember too much.
Name's Flynn.
Sure. A little disorientation is normal
in transport. It'll come back to you.
This is it. Good luck, Flynn.
Sir. Conscript being moved
from pit cell to ring game.
Hey!
You guys sure are friendly, aren't you?
Wait!
Let him fight one of his own kind.
You think you're gonna
wipe me right out, don't you?
No, I...
Hey, I...
The 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.
OK.
That was a very fancy shot.
OK, here's an easy one.
- Finish the game!
- No!
Kill him.
No!
You'll regret this.
I want him in the games
until he dies playing.
This is the holding area for the lightcycles.
Hey, Flynn! You made it!
You won!
- Alan!
- Where did you hear that name?
- 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.
Prepare to transport to Lightcycle grid.
We have transport.
Wow.
This is blue leader to blue bikes.
- Run these guys into yourjet walls.
- Copy, blue leader.
This is gold one to gold two and three.
Split 'em. Take 'em one on one.
Watch it! Watch it!
Taking him into the maze!
This is it. Come on.
Gold three to gold two and one.
I'm getting out of here and you're invited.
Got it.
- Ready?
- Ready.
- So long, sucker!
- Argh!
Greetings, programs!
Video game warriors escaping game grid,
this is an illegal exit.
You must return to game grid.
Repeat. This is an illegal exit.
You must return to the grid.
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 protected field.
Missed!
Target units accelerating...
Pursuit force minus one tank. Close ranks.
Amen.
On the other side of the screen
it all looked so easy.
They must have gone right past us.
We made it!
This far.
Pursuit force reporting. We lost visual
contact with escaped units.
Get back into the canyons. Those
programs never made