think they're
breaking in.
- Thank you, Dumont.
- Hurry! The Users are waiting.
Dumont?
Where's the program?
What program?
Take him!
Stay close.
If I can get us on the
scanning transport beam,
this simulation
will take us...
across the game sea...
back into the
central computer.
Look out!
Ahhh!
Ahhh!
Commander, you've enjoyed
the power you've been given.
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
2 renegade programs...
flying all over the system
in a stolen simulation.
I'll get them.
It's only a matter of time.
You've almost reached
your decision gate.
I can't spare you
any more time.
End of line.
It's me, Flynn!
Flynn!
- Greetings, program.
- You're alive!
Barely.
Yeah, I, uh...
Where's Ram?
He didn't make it.
Come on.
Lora.
This is Flynn.
The one who busted me out.
Lora?
Well, then I
owe him some thanks.
It's no big deal.
I ought to know Lightcycle.
I wrote the program.
- You wrote the program?
- It's time I level with you.
I'm what you
call a User.
You're a User?
I took a wrong turn
somewhere.
If you are a User,
everything you've done
is according to a plan.
You wish.
You know what
it's like.
You keep doing what it looks
like you're supposed to,
no matter how crazy.
That's the way it is
for programs, yes.
Most of the time, that's
the way it is for Users, too.
Stranger and stranger.
So, nice looking ship
you got here.
What do you want done with
the Tower Guardian, Dumont?
Put him with
the others?
No, bit brain, prepare
him for inquisition.
I need a bit
of relaxation.
First, rezz up the
carrier for pursuit.
One other thing.
Don't think anymore.
I do the thinking
around here.
This isn't going to be easy.
If those grid bugs get us,
we've had it.
Had enough?
What do you want?
I'm busy.
Busy dying, you worn out
excuse for an old program.
Yes, I'm old.
Old enough to remember the MCP
when it was a chess program.
He started small
and he'll end small.
Very funny. Maybe I should
keep you around for a laugh.
- What's happening?
- Power surge in the MCP.
Get off this beam.
There isn't a junction
for 7 or 8 nano seconds.
- There's another beam!
- It's too far.
He's creating
a junction.
Did we make it?
Yeah.
Hurray for our side.
Is he de-rezzing?
No, but I couldn't
tell you why not.
I'm all in one piece.
I'm still with you.
Ohhh!
Tell the guy with
the jackhammer to lay off.
How'd you do that?
Elementary physics: a beam of
energy can always be diverted.
Are we there yet, Mommy?
Sark!
Dumont!
Yori.
Tron?
Tron's dead.
Who's that?
That is a User.
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 de-rezzed.
- Not me, Sark.
You're nothing special,
just an ordinary program.
So are you, one that
should have been erased.
You're nothing.
Take that program
to the holding pit.
Please!
I'm taking
our friend...
and some other religious
fanatics to Master Control.
When I disembark,
this ship and
everything on board...
will automatically de-rezz.
This means you.
Move on!
lmmediate vectors
detached.
Route us
to the MCP.
I want to get rid
of this dead weight,
and catch a transport beam
to the game domain.
These walls...
Yori, something's happening.
Hey.
I still have power.
Sark doesn't know that.
Leave me alone.
We've failed.
Only if we give up!
Come on, 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.
The MCP, the heart
of the whole system.
I feel a presence.
Another warrior is on the mesa.
Sark!
We're getting
closer.
I don't know
how you survived.
It doesn't matter.
Prepare to
terminate.
All programs have
a desire to be useful.
In moments, you will
no longer seek