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- You're very persistent.
- I'm also better than you.
[ MCP]
Sark?
All my functions are
now yours. Take them.
Sark?
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 de-rezzed.
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 disk in.
He saved us.
He really did it.
Video warriors,
look at the I/ O towers.
Every tower
is lighting up.
Priority one!
[ Laughing ]
Try to look official.
Here comes the boss.
Pick me up in an hour.
Thanks.
Greetings, programs.Give me room.
Here we go.
- What's this game called?
- Lightcycle.
Damn!
You're getting brutal
and needlessly sadistic, Sark.
Thank you,
Master Control.
We've kidnapped
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.
- What branch of the service?
- Strategic Air Command.
Nice!
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.
- You look like a natural athlete.
- Me?
I get out of breath
checking on T-bill rates.
You're gonna make my User,
Mr. Henderson, very angry.
- He's a Full Branch Manager.
- Another religious nut!
I'd say
"Welcome, friend,"
but not here.
I don't know
what I'm doing here.
Do you believe
in the Users?
Sure. If I
don't have a User,
- who wrote me?
- That's what you're doing here.
Master Control Program's been
snapping up all us programs who believe.
If you're useful,
he takes over all your functions.
If he can't use you, he sends you
here to get your bits blasted.
- What's your name?
- Crom.
I'm Ram.
They'll train you
for the games,
but... I hope you make it.
What's been going on
in the other sectors?
I've been stuck here
for 200 microcycles.
It's murder
out there.
You can't travel in
your own microcircuits...
without permission from
Master Control Program.
Sending me to play games.
Who does he calculate he is?
Okay, Clu,
tonight we check everything
in the right hand column.
Where are you?
There you are.
- Clu?
- Yes, sir.
- This is top priority.
- I know, sir.
It isn't just correcting my
bank statement or phone bill.
- This is a must!
- I understand.
I wrote you and taught you
everything about the system.
- Thank you, but -
- No buts. That's for users.
You're the best program
ever written.
- You're dogged and relentless.
- Let me at 'em.
That's the spirit.
Keep that tank rolling.
I'll cover you
from this end.
You think we can merge
with this memory, Bit?
Yes.
Hmm.
Flynn is saying
to look over here.
I don't see what
we're looking for.
Come on, you scuzzy data,
be in there.
Uh-oh!
We've got company.
I don't
believe this.
A Recognizer.
There's too many!
What is this?
Ahhh!
Dammit!
Get out of here!
Yes-yes-yes.
Busted again!
That was my
best program.
Got a pirate program here.
Says his name's Clu.
What did he pull?
He came into the system
with a stolen password.
We caught him trying to
raid our high-clearance memory.
No! I must've
gotten in by mistake.
- Who programmed you?
- I was simp-
Ahhh!
You're in trouble,
program.
Make it easy on yourself.
Who's your User?
Forget it,
Mister High And Mighty
Master Control.
You aren't
making me talk.
Suit yourself.
Ahhh!
Get me Dillinger.
Good evening,
Mr. Dillinger.
- Thank you, Peter. You can go now.
- Yes, sir.
No problem, Master C.
If you've seen...
one electronics show,
you've seen them all.
What's up?
- Flynn?
- Yes.
He's