TRON: Legacy Page #3

I'll give you a hint.

Not that.

COMPUTER:
Grid is live.

Initiate light cycle battle.

You got no chance, user.

Their bikes are faster than ours.

Use the levels.

Now this I can do.

Here we go.

(SCREAMS)

(GRUNTS)

(SCREAMS)

Come on. Come on!

(YELLS)

Hey! We gotta work together.

It's the only way.

That's it. You got me.

Boo!

(SCREAMS)

- Whoo-hoo!

- Yeah!

Now that's what I'm talking about.

Another customer. Let's go!

Hang on, buddy, I'm coming.

Come on.

(LAUGHS)

This is it. Come on.

(CROWD CHEERS)

(SCREAMS)

(CROWD BOOS)

Illegal combatant on the Grid.

Get in.

Illegal combatant on the Grid.

Get in!

System failure. Release Rinzler.

Game on, old friend.

- Who are you?

- Hang on.

(SCREAMS)

(SCREAMS)

Pull up, man, you can't make that!

DRIVER:
Made it.

I'm Quorra.

They're turning around.

Not by choice.

Their vehicles can't go off Grid.

They'll malfunction on this terrain.

- What about us?

- (LAUGHS) Obviously not.

- Where are you taking me?

- Patience, Sam Flynn.

All your questions

will be answered soon.

SAM:
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

(LAUGHS)

Wait here.

MAN:
Quorra.

I dreamed of Tron.

First time in years.

QUORRA:
It's a sign.

(MAN LAUGHS)

MAN:
A sign, my dear apprentice,

of a weary soul.

MAN:
I'm afraid something's happened.

QUORRA:
Something has happened.

We have a guest.

MAN:
There are no guests, kiddo.

Sam...

SAM:
Long time.

You have no idea.

You're... You're here.

You're here.

I'm here.

(SIGHS)

You're big.

You're...

Old.

(CHUCKLES)

KEVIN:
How did you get here?

Alan came over.

Bradley.

Yeah. He got your page.

I found your office under the arcade.

Page...

Oh, the page.

Of course.

Clu had him on the light cycle grid.

I intervened.

Oh.

Dinner soon.

We'll talk then.

He never thought he'd see you again.

Yeah.

Vintage. Flynn built it

many cycles ago for the games.

QUORRA:
It doesn't get out

as much as it used to,

but it's still the fastest thing on the Grid.

(CHUCKLES)

QUORRA:
Do you know it?

His patience usually beats out

my more aggressive strategy.

Flynn shared them with me.

I've read them all.

Oh. Light reading.

Tolstoy.

Dostoyevsky.

I-Ching. Journey Without Goal.

Must have a killer ending.

Flynn is teaching me

about the art of the selfless,

about removing oneself

from the equation.

But between you and me,

Jules Verne is my favorite.

- Do you know Jules Verne?

- Sure.

What's he like?

(THUNDER)

Your move, Flynn, come on.

Come on!

(CUTLERY CLINKS)

QUORRA:
How old are you now, Sam?

KEVIN:
You should be 27.

SAM:
Yes, 27.

QUORRA:
Do you attend a college?

SAM:
Caltech.

Caltech. My alma mater.

SAM:
Yeah.

Till I dropped out.

(QUORRA LAUGHS)

Work?

- KEVIN:
Job? ENCOM? Are you...

- No.

I check in once a year.

- Wife, girlfriend?

- Dog.

Marvin.

- A rescue.

- KEVIN:
Well, dogs...

Dogs are cool.

I'm sure you must have

a few questions of your own, Sam.

Actually, just one.

Why I never came home.

Those nights when I went to the office,

I'm sure you've figured it out by now,

I was coming here.

Human form into digital space.

Heavy stuff.

But I also had you.

I had ENCOM.

I couldn't be in here all the time.

I needed partners to help out.

Tron and Clu?

That's right.

KEVIN:
Tron was created by Alan

for the old system.

I brought him here to protect this one.

Clu was my creation.

A program designed

to create a perfect world.

We were jamming, man,

building utopia.

Hours in here

were just minutes back home.

Just when I thought

it couldn't get any more profound,

something unexpected happened.

The miracle.

The miracle.

You remember.

ISOs. Isomorphic algorithms.

- A whole new life form.

- And you created them?

(LAUGHS)

No. No.

They manifested, like a flame.

They weren't really from anywhere.

The conditions were right

and they came into being.

For centuries we've dreamed

of gods, spirits, aliens,

an intelligence beyond our own.

You seeing this?

I found them in here.

Like flowers in a wasteland.

Profoundly naive.

Unimaginably wise.

(CHUCKLES)

They were spectacular.

Everything I'd hoped to find

in the system,

control, order, perfection,

none of it meant a thing.

I'd been living in a hall of mirrors.

The ISOs shattered it.

The possibilities of their root code,

their digital DNA.

Disease? History.

Science, philosophy,

every idea man has ever had

about the universe up for grabs.

Bio-digital jazz, man.

The IS Os, they were going

to be my gift to the world.

SAM:
So what happened?

KEVIN:
Clu. Clu happened.

TRON:
Your transport to the portal

is waiting for you.

I don't like it when you cut it this close.

KEVIN:
Will you stop worrying, Tron?

Everything's just fine.

- Everything's under control.

- CLU:
Flynn!

Am I still to create the perfect system?

Yeah.

KEVIN:
It was a coup.

TRON:
Go.

CLU:
You've been corrupted.

Why? Why?

Flynn, go!

(TRON YELLS)

KEVIN:
Tron, he fought for me.

I never saw him again.

So why didn't you fight?

- KEVIN:
Hmm.

- He did.

KEVIN:
Clu fed on my resistance.

The more I fought,

the more powerful he became.

It was impressive, really.

And my miracle...

Clu saw the IS Os as an imperfection.

So he destroyed them.

(DISTANT SCREAMING)

The Purge.

- He killed them all?

- It was genocide.

I tried to get back

but I couldn't get to the portal.

It uses massive power

and it can't stay open forever.

And like a safe, it...

It can only be opened from the outside.

It closed on me, Sam.

That's why I never came home.

SAM:
So the portal, it activated

when I came in. So it's open now.

KEVIN:
Not for long.

Only one millicycle, about eight hours.

So we go now. Go home.

We make a run for it.

- We get you out of here.

- Don't rush.

What do you mean?

The portal's gonna close.

What? What is it?

The moment Flynn is on the Grid, Clu

will stop at nothing to obtain his disk.

My disk is everything, Sam.

It's the master key. The golden ticket.

The way out.

- And not just for me.

- What do you mean?

Our worlds are more connected

than anyone knows.

Clu figures if I can be in...

SAM:
He can be out?

KEVIN:
With my disk, it's possible.

SAM:
And then what?

Game over.

The guy doesn't dig imperfection.

What's more imperfect than our world?

I can't let that happen. I won't.

So what do we do? Nothing?

It's amazing how productive

doing nothing can be.

Clu's planning something.

We've known that for a while.

Programs have been disappearing.

There's unrest out there,

even revolution.

If we sit tight, Clu might

be brought down from the inside.

SAM:
If the portal is closing, we can't

sit around. We have to move now.

Tell me, what brought you here,

to the Grid?

Alan got your page.

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