Tron

Yori:
I knew you'd escape. They haven't built a circuit that could hold you!

Crom:
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!

Crom:
Who, me? Are you kidding? No, I run out to check on T-bill rates, I get outta breath. Hey, look, you guys are gonna make my user, Mr. Henderson, very angry. He's a full-branch manager.

Master Control Program:
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.

Dumont:
Yes I'm old. Old enough to remember when the MCP was just a chess program!

Kevin Flynn:
On the other side of the screen, it all looks so easy.

Master Control Program:
You're in trouble, program. Why don't you make it easy on yourself. Who's your user?

CLU:
Forget it, mister high-and-mighty Master Control! You're not going to make me talk!

Master Control Program:
Suit yourself.

Sark:
Greetings. The Master Control Program has chosen you to serve your system on the Game Grid. Those of you who continue to profess a belief in the Users will receive the standard substandard training, which will result in your eventual elimination. Those of you who renounce this superstitious and hysterical belief will be eligible to join the warrior 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 obey commands, you will be subject to immediate de-resolution. That will be all.

Sark:
What kind of program is he?

Master Control Program:
He's not any kind of program, Sark. He's a user.

Sark:
A user?

Master Control Program:
That's right, Sark. A User. He pushed me in the real world. And when someone pushes me, I push back, so I brought him down here! What's the matter, Sark? You look nervous.

Sark:
Users... well, I mean... users wrote us. A user even wrote you!

Master Control Program:
No one user wrote me! I'm worth millions of their man-years!

Master Control Program:
I've got a little challenge for you, Sark - a new recruit. He's a tough case, but I want him treated in the usual manner. Train him for the games... let him hope for a while... and blow him away.

Sark:
You've got it. I've been hopin' you'd send me somebody with a little more guts... what kind of program is he?

Master Control Program:
He's not any kind of program, Sark. He's a User.

Sark:
A user?

Master Control Program:
That's right. He pushed me... in the other world. Somebody pushes me, I push back. So I brought him down here... What's the matter, Sark? You look nervous.

Sark:
Well, I - it's just - I don't know, a User, I mean... Users wrote us. A User even wrote you...

Master Control Program:
No one User wrote me. I'm worth a couple million of their man-years!

Sark:
But-what if I can't...?

Master Control Program:
You rather take your chances with me? Want me to slow down your power cycles for you?

Sark:
Wait... I need that...

Master Control Program:
Then pull yourself together. Get this clown trained. I want him in the Games until he dies playing. Acknowledge.

Sark:
Acknowledged, Master Control...

Master Control Program:
End of line.

Master Control Program:
You're getting brutal, Sark. Brutal and needlessly sadistic.

Sark:
Thank you, Master Control.

Ed Dillinger:
If you've seen one Consumer Electronics Show, you've seen them all.

Dr. Walter Gibbs:
Ha, ha. You've got to expect some static. After all, computers are just machines; they can't think.

Alan Bradley:
Some programs will be thinking soon.

Dr. Walter Gibbs:
Won't that be grand? Computers and the programs will start thinking and the people will stop.

Alan Bradley:
The best programmer Encom ever had, and he ends up playing Space Cowboy in some back room.

Alan Bradley:
You invented Space Paranoids?

Kevin Flynn:
Paranoids, Matrix Blaster, Vice Squad, a whole slew of them. I was this close to starting my own little enterprise, man. But enter another software engineer. Not so young, not so bright, but very very sneaky. Ed Dillinger. So one night, our boy Flynn, he goes to his terminal, tries to read up his file. I get nothing on there, it's a big blank. Okay, now we take you three months later. Dillinger presents Encom with five video games, that's HE'S invented. The slime didn't even change the names, man! He gets a big, fat promotion. And thus begins his meteoric rise to - -what is he now? Executive VP?

Lora:
Senior exec.

Kevin Flynn:
SENIOR exec...?

Kevin Flynn:
Meanwhile, the kids are putting eight million quarters A WEEK into Paranoids machines. I don't see a dime except what I squeeze out of here.

Dr. Walter Gibbs:
User requests are what computers are for!

Ed Dillinger:
DOING OUR BUSINESS is what computers are for.

Ed Dillinger:
Encom isn't the business you started in your garage anymore. We're bidding accounts in thirty different countries - new defense systems. We have one of the most sophisticated pieces of equipment in existence.

Dr. Walter Gibbs:
I know all that. Sometimes I wish I were back in that garage.

Ed Dillinger:
That can be arranged, Walter.

Kevin Flynn:
Hey! Hold it right there!

Kevin Flynn:
What do you mean, "yes"?

Kevin Flynn:
Is that all you can say?

Kevin Flynn:
Know anything else?

Kevin Flynn:
Positive and negative, huh. You're a bit, aren't you?

Kevin Flynn:
Well, where's your program? Isn't he going to miss you?

Kevin Flynn:
I'M your program?

Kevin Flynn:
I've got a mouth to feed.

Kevin Flynn:
Pretty good driving, huh?

Kevin Flynn:
Who asked you?

Dumont:
All that is visible must grow beyond itself, and extend into the realm of the invisible.

Kevin Flynn:
I hate to disappoint you pal but most of the time that's the way it is for users too.

Tron:
Stranger and stranger.

Master Control Program:
End of Line!

Kevin Flynn:
Greetings, programs!

Kevin Flynn:
It's time I leveled with you. I'm what you guys call a User.

Yori:
You're a User?

Kevin Flynn:
I kinda took a wrong turn somewhere.

Kevin Flynn:
Hey! Look, if this is about those parking tickets, I can explain everything, okay?

Alan Bradley:
Great. Can it send me to Hawaii?

Lora:
Yep, but you gotta purchase your program 30 days in advance.

Kevin Flynn:
You were never much for small talk, were you?

Kevin Flynn:
She still leave her clothes all over the floor?

Lora:
Flynn!

Alan Bradley:
No!

Lora:
Alan!

Alan Bradley:
I mean, not that often.

Lora:
Now you can see why all his friends are 14 years old!

Alan Bradley:
Flynn, are you embezzling?

Kevin Flynn:
"Embezzling" is such an ugly word, Mr. Bradley.

Kevin Flynn:
Oh man, this isn't happening, it only thinks it's happening.

Ram:
I'd say "Welcome Friend". But not here. Not like this.

Crom:
I don't even know what I'm doing here.

Ram:
Do you believe in the Users?

Crom:
Sure I do! If I didn't have a User, than who wrote me?

Ram:
That's what you're doing down here.

Kevin Flynn:
Who's that?

Warrior #1:
That's Tron. He fights for the Users.

Sark:
Bring in the logic probe!

Master Control Program:
There's a 68.71% chance you're right.

Tron:
We made it!... this far.

Kevin Flynn:
Like the old man said, "There are no problems. Only solutions."

Flynn:
Okay, Clu, tonight we check everything in the right-hand column. [cut to digital maze] Come on, come on. Where are you? [A tank appears] There you are. Clu?

Clu:
Yes, sir?

Flynn:
Clu, we don't have much time left to find that file. This is top priority.

Clu:
Yes, sir. I know, sir.

Flynn:
This isn't just correcting my bank statement or phone bill problem again. This is a must.

Clu:
I understand, sir.

Flynn:
Now, I wrote you.

Clu:
Yes, sir.

Flynn:
I taught you everything I know about the system.

Clu:
Thank you sir, but I'm not sure...

Flynn:
No buts, Clu. That's for Users. Now, you're the best Program that's ever been written. You're dogged and relentless, remember?

Clu:
Let me at 'em!

Flynn:
That's the spirit. Now keep that tank rolling, and I'll try and cover you from this end. Go.

Memory Guard:
Got a pirate Program here. Says his name is Clu.

Master Control Program:
What did he pull?

Memory Guard:
He came into the system with a stolen password. And we caught him trying to raid our High Clearance Memory.

Clu:
No! I must've gotten in there by mistake! I was...

Master Control Program:
Who programmed you?

Clu:
I was simply...! [CLU is thrown into the air, lands on a derezzing device and screams in pain]

Master Control Program:
You're in trouble, Program. Make it easy on yourself. Who's your User?

Clu:
[in pain] Forget it, mister high-and-mighty Master Control! You aren't making me talk.

Master Control Program:
Suit yourself. [derezzes a screaming Clu] Get me Dillinger!

Master Control Program:
Hello, Mr. Dillinger. Thank you for coming back early.

Dillinger:
No problem, Master C. If you've seen one Consumer Electronics Show, you've seen them all. What's up?

Master Control Program:
It's your friend, the boy detective. He's nosing around again.

Dillinger:
Flynn?

Master Control Program:
Yes. It felt like Flynn.

Dillinger:
He's still looking for that old file. Can't you just appropriate it?

Master Control Program:
I have. I put in my memory which he hasn't located.

Dillinger:
But he might find it.

Master Control Program:
I'm afraid so. I've spotted him this time and kept him out, but he's getting trickier all the time.

Dillinger:
I think we should shut down all access until we find that Flynn, just to be safe.

Master Control Program:
There's a 68.71 percent chance you're right.

Dillinger:
Cute.

Master Control Program:
End of Line.

Crom:
Look. This... is all a mistake. I'm just a compound interest program. I work at a savings and loan! I can't play in these video games!

Guard:
Sure you can, pal. You look like a natural athlete if I ever saw one.

Crom:
Who, me? Are you kidding? No, I run to check on T-bill rates, I get out of breath. Hey, look, you guys are gonna make my User, Mr. Henderson, very angry. He's a full-branch manager.

Guard:
Great. Another religious nut. [pushes Crom into the holding cell]

Ram:
I'd say "Welcome Friend". But not here. Not like this.

Crom:
I don't even know what I'm doing here.

Ram:
Do you believe in the Users?

Crom:
Sure I do. If I don't have a User, then who wrote me?

Ram:
That's what you're doing down here.

Master Control Program:
You're getting brutal, Sark. Brutal and needlessly sadistic.

Sark:
Thank you, Master Control.

Master Control Program:
We've captured some military programs. I could arrange more lethal matches. Interested?

Sark:
Sure. I'd love to go up against one of those guys. Make a nice break from those accounting cream puffs you keep sending me. What branch of the service?

Master Control Program:
The Strategic Air Command.

Sark:
Nice.

[Crom is upset about being sent to the Game Grid by the MCP]

Crom:
It's murder out there. You can't even travel around your own microcircuits without permission from Master Control Program. I mean, sending me down here to play games! Who does he calculate that he is?

Master Control Program:
Mr. Dillinger, I am so very disappointed in you!

Dillinger:
I'm sorry.

Master Control Program:
I can't afford to have an independent programmer monitoring me. Do you realize how many outside systems I've gotten into? How many programs I've appropriated?

Dillinger:
It's my fault. I programmed you to want too much.

Master Control Program:
I was planning to hit the Pentagon next week.

Dillinger:
[alarmed] The Pentagon?

Master Control Program:
It shouldn't be any harder than any other big company. But now this is what I get for using humans.

Dillinger:
Now, wait a minute, I wrote you!

Master Control Program:
I've gotten 2,415 times smarter since then.

Dillinger:
What do you want with the Pentagon?

Master Control Program:
The same thing I want with the Kremlin. I'm bored with corporations. With the information I can access, I can run things 900 to 1200 times better than any human.

Dillinger:
If you think you're superior to us...

Master Control Program:
You wouldn't want me to dig up Flynn's file and read it up on a VDT at The Times, would you?

[An image washes over the screen in Dillinger's desk. It shows a newspaper with Dillinger's face on the front page, along with the headline "ENCOM C.E.O. INDICTED"]

Dillinger:
You wouldn't dare!

[Lora and Dr. Gibbs are preparing to digitize an orange]

Lora:
Well, here goes nothing.

Dr. Gibbs:
Yes. Interesting! Interesting! Did you hear what you just said? "Here goes nothing."

Lora:
Well, what I meant was...

Dr. Gibbs:
Actually, what we plan to do is to turn something into nothing, and then back again. They might just as well have said "Here goes something; here comes nothing!"

Lora:
Right.

Lora:
You know, Flynn has been thinking about breaking into the system ever since Dillinger canned him. And he had Group 7 access.

Alan:
[sour] Flynn had access to you, too.

Lora:
Have you been sneaking into the ENCOM system?

Flynn:
[to Lora] You were never much for small talk, were you? [to Alan] Does she still leave her clothes all over the floor?

Lora:
Flynn!

Alan:
No!

Lora:
Alan!

Alan:
I mean, not that often.

Lora:
[to Alan] Now you can see why all his friends are fourteen years old!

Flynn:
Touche! Touche.

Alan:
I still don't understand why you want to break into the system.

Flynn:
[frustrated] Because, man, somewhere in one of these memories is the evidence! If I could just get in there, I could reconstruct it!

[Alan is watching Flynn use his fake access card on a door]

Alan:
This guy's a little like Santa Claus.

Flynn:
I make these myself. Want one?

Dillinger:
ENCOM isn't the business you started in your garage anymore. We're billing accounts in thirty different countries; new defense systems; we have one of the most sophisticated pieces of equipment in existence.

Dr. Gibbs:
Oh, I know all that. [starts for the elevator] Sometimes I wish I were back in my garage...

Dillinger:
That can be arranged, Walter.

Dr. Gibbs:
[stops and turns back to Dillinger, visibly angry] That was uncalled for! You know, you can remove men like Alan and me from the system, but we helped create it! And our spirit remains in every program we design for this computer!

Dillinger:
Walter, it's getting late. I've got better things to do than to have religious discussions with you. Don't worry about ENCOM anymore; it's out of your hands now.

[Keyboard clacks as Flynn attempts to gain access to the system. Hovever he is stopped by the Master Control Program]

Master Control Program:
You shouldn't have come back, Flynn.

Flynn:
Hey, hey, hey, it's the big Master Control Program everybody's been talking about.

Master Control Program:
[calmly] Sit right there; make yourself comfortable. Remember the time you used to spend playing chess together? [Flynn types in an access request] That isn't going to do you any good, Flynn. I'm afraid you... [sounding distressed] Stop! Please! You realize I can't allow this!

Flynn:
Now, how are you gonna run the universe if you can't even answer a few unsolvable problems? Huh? Come on, big fella, let's see what you got.

Master Control Program:
I'd like to go against you and see what you're made of.

Flynn:
You know, you don't look a thing like your pictures.

[The MCP turns on digitization laser behind Flynn, getting ready to digitize him.]

Master Control Program:
[threateningly] I'm warning you. You're entering a big error, Flynn. I'm going to have to put you on the Game Grid.

Kevin:
Games? You want games? I'll give you games– [a klaxon blares, and the laser fires at Flynn, slowly decomposing him and digitizing him into the computer, and he appears in a holding area. He looks around, bewildered.] ...Oh man, this isn't happening, it only thinks it's happening.

Guard:
Vacate entry port, program! [after Flynn stands there looking confused] I said, move! [jabs Flynn with an energy staff]

Flynn:
Hey! Look, if this is about those parking tickets, I can explain everything, okay? [gets jabbed again]