Tron Page #12

FLYNN:

That all you can say?

BIT:

(of course not,

you know better)

No, nyet, negatory, not on your

tintype, no way.

FLYNN:

Oh. Anything else?

BIT:

Oui, da, yessiree, sure 'nuff, you betcha.

FLYNN:

only yes and no...

(it dawns)

You're a bit.

BIT:

(hippie)

For sure...

FLYNN:

where's your program? Won't it miss you?

BIT:

(confused)

No...

Flynn eyes the bit cautiously.

FLYNN:

I'm your program?

BIT:

(emphatic)

Right on the money!

FLYNN:

(sighs)

Another mouth to feed... you don't by any

chance know how to drive this crate?

In answer, the Bit moves toward the center of the cabin where a

platform supports a four-foot tube with a crossbar. Flynn follows,

stares at the setup for a moment, then steps onto the platform and

grabs the cross-bar.

FLYNN (CONT.)

Like so?

Before the Bit can answer, Flynn's power flows into the Recognizer,

and it takes off like a bat out of hell

297-298 OMIT 297-298

299 EXT. RECOGNIZER 299

heading for the city. It lurches forward unevenly, crashing drunkenly

into a wall and bouncing off another one.

300 INT. RECOGNIZER 300

FLYNN:

Way to go! We're haulin'!

BIT:

Yes, okay, exactement!

301-302 OMIT 301-302

303 INT. SIMULATION HANGER COMPLEX 303

This is the building Tron was eyeing when we left him. We see him

inside now, in a corridor, passing a large opening which gives views

of partially completed structures: an aircraft carrier, a strange

elongated craft that resembles a sailboat on its side. All composed

partially of glowing lines, and partially of flat smooth surfaces.

We see several female programs working in these rooms. This building

only has female workers, but they are all pale and listless, no

interest in anything, staring at their feet as they shuffle along.

Tron looks farther down the corridor.

CUT TO:

304 HIS POV304

We see a file of the female workers coming down the corridor towards

Tron.

CUT TO:

305 TRON 305

as he moves back against the wall, into a niche.

As the first girl passes his vantage-point, his hand flashes out and

grabs her around the mouth, yanking her back into the niche with him.

The line of workers mechanically files on past.

We watch from the rear of the niche, as Tron holds the girl against

his chest until all the workers are gone. She struggles feebly,

half-heartedly.

TRON:

I'm not gonna hurt you.

She stops struggling.

TRON (CONT.)

I'm going to let you go now... don't

scream, or I'll be very sorry.

His hands loosen, and he releases her.

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306 SHOT FROM IN FRONT 306

We see the faint pale image of the girl from full face for the first

time. She looks tired and uninterested. Her face...is Lora's face,

still beautiful in its pallor.

TRON:

Put your hand behind your back.

Slowly she obeys.

307 CLOSE UP - TRON 307

A slow smile appears on his face.

308 SHOT OF THEM BOTH308

He extends his own hand to touch hers, palm to palm. As contact is

made, a rich glow appears between the two hands, strengthening as we

watch. A look of wonder crosses her face as the energy flows into

her. She turns, entwining her fingers in Tron's.

GIRL:

TRON!!

She throws her arms around him.

TRON:

(smiling, hugging

her tightly)

Yori... hey...

YORI:

Oh, Tron... I knew you'd escape...

they've never built circuit that could

hold you...

She-looks around nervously.

YORI:

(pulling him by

his hand)

This way. Come on.

They walk quickly toward a flight of stairs.

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309 THE STREETS309

Tron and Yori are cautiously passing along the sidewalk. We can see

the glowing beam of the 1/0 Tower over the tops of all the buildings,

and several half-gone programs standing around. As they pass, they

hear snatches of conversation.

PROGRAM:

...artillery for Video Game Sector...

PROGRAM 2

...all mathematical functions

transferred to...

YORI:

I can't believe how bad it's gotten

around here since the MCP started

taking over... all the good functions

have shut down... everybody looks so dead...

I'm afraid to even go out during down-time...

TRON:

That's all going to change, Yori...

YORI:

How?

TRON:

Don't know yet... I have to get

in touch with Alan. He was going

to tell me how to

Suddenly Yori looks up, sees something, grabs Tron's hand and pulls

him back into a nearby alley. She points up in the air.

CUT TO:

310 EXT. SKY - HER POV 310

as she looks up. Recognizer.

CUT TO:

311 YORI 311

She shivers, and holds Tron's hand tighter.

CUT TO:

312 EXT. YORI'S BUILDING - LONG SHOT312

Tron and Yori arrive at the ground level entrance.

313 INT. HALLWAYS 313

Tron and Yori walk through long hallways and arrive at her door.

She whistles and the door disappears. They step through.

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314 INT. YORI'S APARTMENT314

As Tron and Yori enter. The apartment appears to be a box, with one

window overlooking the cityscape, and the I/0 Tower. At first it

looks empty, with strange murals of one dimensional furniture on the

walls and floors.

YORI:

My quarters.

TRON:

Why is everything...like this?

YORI:

It's a flat. But wait a micro...

She lays her palm on the wall near the door. The door reappears, and

a glow starts to fill the room, softly, slowly. Tron looks around;

the flat paintings of furniture are expanding, filling out, becoming

three-dimensional. The room glows a soft rose color, becomes

charming, soothing. It is still small and limited, but the light in

the air and the few pieces of furniture give off a loving, seductive

aura. Tron turns back to Yori, smiling, and stops.

315 HIS POV315

With her hand still on the wall panel, she is glowing absorbing

extra energy, changing. The severe work clothes metamorphosize into

shimmering, diaphanous drapery, twinkling with thousands of

diamond-like points of light. A silvery tinkling SOUND comes from

her robes as she moves forward; her beautiful face, now surrounded

by a soft mane of hair, glows with pleasure at the expression in

Tron's face. She smiles lovingly, and reaches out her hand.

YORI:

Come here.

316 TRON 316

His face tells the story. The fugitive, returned from long exile, is

being fully rewarded for his efforts.

TRON:

You're beautiful, Yori.

317 SHOT OF THEM BOTH317

as their hands touch, and the glow springs out between their

flattened palms.

Tron pulls her close to him, sliding his hand up her arm, leaving a

glowing trace, and her hands move up over his chest.

YORI:

You've grown, big program.

TRON:

I had to...in the games...

They move together into an embrace, but their lips never touch. All

the energy is transmitted through their hands. They sink down onto

what looks like cushions made of stars, their glow increasing. The

room fills with the brilliance of the energy they are giving each

other, and we hear their sighs, as the MUSIC comes up. Each of them

moves their hands over the other, moving slowly, as if they were

trying to touch the other's entire body at once. They roll over and

are enveloped in the cloud of stars...

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