Are we there yet, Mommy?
Go back!
- Dumont!
- Yori!
Tron?
Tron's dead.
- 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 deresed. I saw you.
- Not me, Sark.
There's nothing special about you.
You're just an ordinary program.
So are you.
One that should have been erased.
You're nothing!
Take that program to the holding pit!
Please, don't...
I'm 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 deres.
This means you.
Move out!
Vectors detached.
Route us to the MCP.
I want to get rid of this dead weight. 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 failed.
- We're only gonna fail if we give up.
Look! The wall!
Yori.
You brought me back.
How?
- Why did you bring me back?
- I need your help. Come on.
Do something with these controls.
I'm on it.
It's the MCP.
The heart of the whole system.
I feel a presence.
Another warrior.
Sark!
We're getting closer.
I don't know how you survived.
Slave. It doesn't matter.
Prepare to terminate.
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.
Together, we will be complete.
You should have joined me.
We'd have made a great team.
- You're very persistent, Tron.
- I'm also better than you.
Sark, all my functions are now yours.
Thank you.
Sark.
Look at that!
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 will that do?
I'm gonna jump.
- It's the only way to help Tron.
- Don't! You'll be deresed!
Don't worry.
Come on! Let's go!
We did it!
- That's nice.
- We thought you were dead.
- Where's Flynn?
- It was incredible!
He threw himself into the beam
and distracted the MCP
just long enough for you to get the disc in.
He saved us. He really did it.
Video warriors, look at the llO tower.
Every tower is lighting up.
Priority one!
Yoo! Ha, ha, ha!
Try to look efficient. Here comes the boss.
Pick me up in an hour! Thanks!
Greetings, programs![ Boy ] All right,
give me room. Here we go.
- What's this game called?
- This is Lightcycle.
Damn!
[ Master Control Program ]
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.
It'd 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?
I went out to check on T-bill rates,
I ran 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.
If he can't use you, he sends
you down here to the game grid
get your bits blasted.
- What's your name?
- Crom.
I'm