't scream.
Yori!
30, 56, 99
are correct.
Limited four and eight
are missing.
No, I--
Tron!
Oh!
Yori.
I knew you'd escape.
They haven't built a circuit
that could hold you.
Listen!
We have to make plans.
Where can we go?
This way, quickly.
Hey!
Hold it right there!
- Yes?
- What do you mean, "yes"?
Yes.
Is that all
you can say?
No.
- Anything else?
- Yes.
Positive and negative, huh?
You're a bit.
Yes.
Where's your program?
Isn't he gonna miss you?
- No.
- I'm your program.
- Yes.
- Another mouth to feed.
Yes-yes-yes-yes-yes!
Watch out
for nested macros.
- Who are these weirdos?
- Inoperative data pushers.
[ Tron ]
Control programs! Come on.
Pretty good drivin',
huh? Oh!
- [ Bit ] No!
- Who asked you?
[ Warning Siren ]
[ Bit ]
No-no-no-no!
Aah!
- This baby doesn't
handle so good in town.
- No.
- What's this do?
How 'bout this one?
- No. No.
[ Flynn ]
Here comes a headache.
- Aah!
- No-no-no-no!
- We gotta stop this thing!
- Yes!
[ Flynn ]
I'm glad you agree!
Uh, I'm fine.
No problem.
Oh, this town
is full of live ones.
This is where Tron
said he was going.
Losing Flynn.
I don't believe this.
Halt!
More guards.
They don't see us.
I'll go first.
Are you all right?
Yeah. Let's do
that some more.
I think the guard saw me.
Come on!
- Halt.
- Dumont.
I can't stand this commotion.
What do you want?
I've come to communicate
with my User.
Difficult proposition.
Difficult proposition at best.
Why, I could be de-rezzed
just for letting you in here.
They hate this tower.
They'd close it down if they dared.
They keep me around
just in case one of them...
wants to deal with the other world
once in a while.
Dumont!
My User has information
that could--
could make this
a free system again.
- [ Chuckle ]
- No, really!
You'd have programs
lined up to use this place,
and no MCP looking
over your shoulder.
When you've been in the system
as long as I have,
you hear many promises,
many reassurances,
- many brave plans.
- Please, Dumont!
The guards are coming.
There they are
with the guardian.
All right, Yori.
All right.
Who is your User, program?
Alan-1 .
He calls me.
May I pass?
All that is visible...
must grow beyond itself,
and extend into
the realm of the invisible.
You may pass, my friend.
The tower guardian
is helping him.
He thinks.
Bring in
the logic probe.
[ Sark ]
More power!
It's begun.
[ Alan ]
Tron, location query. Confirm.
Confirmed, Alan-1.
[ Alan ] I am creating
the information on your disk...
that will erase the MCP
and change the system.
Dedicate yourself to getting
the disk into the heart...
of the MCP.
This interface is
located at its base.
We will not be able to communicate
again unless you succeed.
Go!
This is the key
to a new order.
This code disk
means freedom.
I think they're
breaking in.
- Thank you, Dumont.
- Hurry! The Users are waiting.
[ Sark ]
Dumont?
Where's the program?
What program?
Take him!
Stay close.
If I can just get us
on the scanning transport beam,
this solar sail simulation
will take us across the game sea,
out of this domain,
back into the central computer.
Look out!
Aah!
Aah!
Commander,
you've enjoyed all the power
you've been given, haven't you?
I wonder how you'd take to
working in a pocket calculator.
We did take care of
that User you sent us.
Incompetent zero, now you've got
two renegade programs...
flying all over the system
in a stolen simulation.
We'll get them.
It's only a matter of time.
You've almost reached
your decision gate,
and I can't spare you
any more time.
End of line.
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