elite...
of the MCP.
You will each receive
an identity disk.
Everything
you do or learn...
will be imprinted
on this disk.
If you lose your disk
or fail to follow commands,
you will be subject
to immediate de-resolution.
That will be all.
Move out.
Who's that guy?
Tron. He fights
for the Users.
That's pretty good.
You gotta be good
if you want to survive.
What's your name?
My name's Ram.
Hey, Ram,
what were you
before?
I was an
actuarial program.
I worked for a big
insurance company.
Really gives you
a great feeling...
helping folks plan
for their future needs.
If you think of the
payments as an annuity,
the cost is
quite minimal.
Yeah, that's great.
Actuarial program. Nice.
How about yourself?
I don't remember
too much.
Name's Flynn.
Disorientation
is normal in transport.
It'll come back.
This is it.
Good luck, Flynn.
Sir, conscript
being moved...
from pit cell
to ring game.
Hey!
You guys sure
are friendly.
Wait.
Let him fight
one of his own kind.
You think you're
gonna wipe me out?
No -
Hey!
That new guy was
asking about you.
Too bad
he's in a match.
I'll probably
never meet him.
You might.
There's something
different about him.
Okay.
That was
a very fancy shot.
Okay, here's
an easy one.
Finish the game!
- No!
- Kill him.
No.
You'll regret this.
Ahh!
I want him in the games
until he dies playing.
This is the holding area
for the lightcycles.
You made it!
Wait here.
Alan.
Where did you
hear that name?
- That's your name.
- The name of my User.
How did
you know?
- I'm a program
from a User that knows Alan.
- He's disoriented, Tron.
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 your jet walls.
Copy, Blue Leader.
This is Gold-1
to Gold-2 and 3.
Split up.
Take them one on one.
Watch it!
Ahh!
Taking him
into the maze.
This is it.
Come on.
Gold-3 to
Gold-2 and 1.
I'm getting out of here
and you guys are invited.
Got it.
Ready?
- Ready.
- So long, sucker!
Ahh!
Greetings, programs!
Warriors escaping game grid.
This is an illegal exit.
You must return to game grid.
This is an illegal exit.
Gold-2 to Gold-3.
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
protective field.
Missed!
All units
exiting game arena.
Target units
accelerating!
Pursuit force
minus one tank.
Close ranks.
Oh, man.
On the other side
of the screen,
it all looked
so easy.
They must've gone
right past us.
We made it...
this far.
Pursuit force reporting.
We lost visual contact.
Get the pursuit forces
back into the canyons.
Those programs
never made it out.
We'll have them back
before the Interrupt Interface.
We'd better,
null unit.
I'll be lucky if the MCP
doesn't blast me.
I want those
conscripts!
What is it?
What do you see?
Watch it.
Come on,
you little bugger.
Look at that.
When do we pay
our visit...
to the old
Master Control?
What?
There's
just 3 of us.
If you know anybody who's
got an army for rent, fine,
but my User told me
to take that sucker out,
or I'm never
getting out.
We can't get
to the MCP...
without the help
of my User.
I have to get to that
Input/Output tower,
and communicate
with him.
Check in with Alan.
Maybe he knows -
What's that?
That...
is just...
what I need
right now.
Oh, it's nice.
Incredible.
Boy, you forget how good
the power feels...
until you get
to a pure source.
My friends,
my fellow conscripts,
we have scored!
I feel so much better.
Pursuit force reporting.
No sign of escaped units.
Moving into
next sector.
Thank you.
I can
feel it.
Feel what?
You okay?
Alan-1.
Let's move out!
Come on, Flynn,
put a cork in it.