TRON: Legacy Page #2

- Hey, how you doing?

Enjoy it, Marv. You earned it.

(SIGHS)

Why are you in my apartment, Alan?

You don't answer your phone.

- How you been, Sam?

- Oh, you know,

when I was 12, I appreciated

the surrogate-father thing. But come on.

I got it all under control now.

Oh. Clearly!

You want to help me

with my homework?

Like old times? Have a catch?

You know,

you got a pretty nice view here.

Heard you did a triple axel off of her

a few hours ago.

- Rough landing, huh?

- Could have been worse.

I also thought your message

to the board

was very clever.

Did you like that? That was Marv's idea.

(LAUGHS)

Alan, are we really

going to do this again?

Do I really look like I'm ready

to run a Fortune 500 company?

No.

And truthfully, the company

is pretty happy with where you are, too.

I bet.

That way they can keep doing

whatever they want.

You know, I guess what I find curious

is the crazy charities,

the annual prank on the company.

You have an interesting way

of being disinterested, Sam.

Why are you here, Alan?

I was paged last night.

Oh, man, still rocking the pager?

(LAUGHS) Good for you.

Yeah, your dad once told me

I had to sleep with it, and I still do.

Page came from your dad's office

at the arcade.

- So?

- So?

That number's been disconnected

for 20 years.

Sam, two nights before he disappeared,

he came to my house.

"I've cracked it," he kept saying.

He was talking about genetic

algorithms, quantum teleportation.

He said he was about to change

everything. Science, medicine, religion.

He wouldn't have left that, Sam.

He wouldn't have left you.

Oh, Alan. You're the only one

who still believes that.

He's either dead

or chilling in Costa Rica.

Probably both.

Look, I'm sorry.

I'm tired, and I smell like jail.

Let's just reconvene in another couple

of years, huh? What do you say?

Here.

These are the keys to the arcade.

I haven't gone over there yet.

I thought you should be the one.

Alan, you're acting like I'm gonna

find him sitting there working.

Just, "Hey, kiddo. Lost track of time."

Wouldn't that be something?

- (DOG YELPS)

- What?

(WHINES)

(BARKS)

(DOOR CREAKS)

(MACHINES BEEP AND WHOOSH)

(ROCK MUSIC BLARES)

(SONG CONTINUES

IN THE DISTANCE)

(SONG FINISHES)

(MUSIC BOOMS IN THE DISTANCE)

(SONG CONTINUES

IN THE DISTANCE)

You son of a gun.

Flynn.

Huh.

Let's try the back door.

What were you working on?

LaserControl.

Okay.

(BEEPING)

(WHIRRING)

(GASPS)

(WHOOSHING)

This isn't happening.

(WIND WHISTLES)

Oh, man, this is happening.

Wait.

This program has no disk.

Another stray.

Hey, wait.

Wait. I'm not a program!

He actually did it.

I'm on the Grid.

Does the name Kevin Flynn

mean anything to you?

Be quiet if you want to live!

MAN:
Not the games, not the games,

not the games, not the games...

What's his problem?

(GROWLS)

- (GASPS)

- Not the games, not the...

Rectify.

Rectify.

- Games.

- No. Please!

Rectify.

You probably get this a lot,

but there's been a big mistake.

Games.

- Please, no, no.

- Whoa. Hey.

No! Erase me!

(SCREAMS)

No! Wait! Wait!

(BEEPING)

Er, can somebody tell me what the...

Hey, hey. It's got a zipper.

He is different.

This can't be good.

COMPUTER:
Attention, program.

You will 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.

Mirroring complete.

Disk activated and synchronized.

Proceed to games.

SAM:
Games?

Where are you going?

What am I supposed to do?

Survive.

(CROWD ROARS)

COMPUTER:
All combatants,

prepare for disk wars.

CROWD:
Disk wars! Disk wars!

Disk wars!

Disk wars!

Disk wars!

(ALL CHEER)

Platform 8.

I have a three-inch version of you

on my shelf.

Combatants 3 and 11.

Disk wars.

(CROWD CHEERS)

You definitely didn't do that.

(SCREAMS)

(CROWD CHEERS)

(CROWD CHEERS)

Damn it!

(CROWD CHEERS)

So that's how it is.

(SCREAMS)

(CROWD CHEERS)

Combatant 11, de-resolution.

I won. Now let me out!

Combatant 3, round one, victory.

No unusual activity on the Grid.

Security sweeps and patrols

have been intensified.

Rectifier on schedule.

Your initiative should be

fully operational within 12 cycles.

Perhaps if you were to include me

in this initiative,

I could be of even greater service.

Combatants 3 and 7, disk wars.

Combatants 3 and 7, disk wars.

Initiate.

(GROWLS)

Yeah. I'm out.

(GASPS)

Combatant 3, victory.

Combatant 3, violation.

(SCREAMS)

Combatant 6, de-resolution.

What is that program?

Combatant 3,

violation.

(BEEPING)

Initiate final round.

Combatant 3 versus Rinzler.

CROWD:
Rinzler!

Rinzler!

You gotta be kidding me.

CROWD:
Rinzler!

Rinzler!

Rinzler!

Rinzler!

Rinzler!

(CROWD CHEERS)

Come on. Is that even legal?

(CROWD CHEERS)

Why do I feel like I just got dunked on?

Come on. Huh? Come on.

(GROANS)

(YELLS)

(GROANS)

(GROANS)

CROWD:
De-rez!

De-rez!

De-rez!

User.

(CROWD BOOS)

Identify yourself, program.

- I'm not a program.

- (CROWD BOOS)

Identify.

My name is Sam Flynn.

(CROWD FALLS SILENT)

Bring him to me.

Let me go.

Freaks.

Where am I?

SAM:
Am I on the Grid?

Who are you?

Dad.

Sam.

Look at you, man.

Look at the size of you.

- How did you get in here?

- I got your message.

Oh. So it's just you?

Yeah.

Just you. Oh. (LAUGHS)

Isn't this something?

You look the same.

A lot's happened, Sam.

More than you can imagine. Disk.

Let's have a look.

(SAM LAUGHS)

Got it.

Hmm. I expected more.

So, you were trapped in here.

That's right.

- And you're in charge.

- Right again. You're two for two.

So can we just go home now?

Not in the cards.

Not for you.

That's a hell of a way to treat your son.

Oh, that.

I'm not your father, Sam.

But I'm very, very happy to see you.

Clu.

Where is he?

What did you do to him?

Same thing I'm going to do to you, user.

- Greetings, programs.

- (CROWD CHEERS)

Oh, what an occasion

we have here before us.

Because your rumors are true.

We do indeed have in our midst

a user!

(CROWD BOOS)

A user.

So, what to do?

What does this user deserve?

Might I suggest perhaps

the challenge of the Grid?

(CROWD CHEERS)

And who best to battle

this singular opponent?

Perhaps one who has some

experience in these matters.

(CROWD ROARS)

Oh, yes, indeed, programs.

Your liberator!

Your luminary!

Your leader and maker!

The one who vanquished

the tyranny of the user

those many cycles before!

CLU:
I've been waiting

a long time for this.

JARVIS:
Clu!

You wanna play? I'll play.

Excellent words, sir.

Were you pleased with my execution?

The crowd seemed quite energized.

CLU:
It wasn't meant for them.

What's this?

What do I do with this?

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