Tron Page #13

SLOW, SLOW DISSOLVE TO:

318 EXT. AIRCRAFT CARRIER318

hovering in the air above the factory city, moving slowly forward.

ZOOM OUT past the carrier towards the landscape beyond.

CUT TO:

319 EXT. CITY - L0NG SHOT319

A slightly out-of-control Recognizer arrives in the city, wobbling,

careening, glancing off a building or two.

320-321 OMIT 320-321

322 INT. RECOGNIZER 322

Flynn is having trouble controlling the Reco.

FLYNN:

This honey doesn't handle so good

in town...

BIT:

(agreeing)

No, nuh-uh, never in a million years!

He lays his hands from panel to panel, causing one after another to

light up in a random pattern, almost with a beat, but the Recognizer

only slams into another building and keeps going. The Bit starts

shouting:

BIT:

Ix-nay! Noper! Under no conditions -

Flynn looks frantically around, spies a large panel to one side that

he hasn't tried yet, and slaps his palm down on it.

BIT:

(that's more

like it)

Right, confirmed, I couldn't have

put it -

CUT TO:

323 EXT. 323

as the Reco screeches to a screaming stop... but the head of it,

with Flynn and the Bit, breaks loose, and flies through the air,

landing in what looks like a garbage dump.

CUT TO:

324 INT. 324

as Flynn shakily pulls himself out of the debris, the Bit nervously

hovering over him.

FLYNN:

(to Bit)

Catch me listening to you again.

325 EXT. 325

A group of low resolution programs are walking by. Flynn emerges

from the broken-off head, stunned, but unhurt, the Bit flying by

his side. He blearily sees the passing programs, but doesn't realize

they are at such a low state of consciousness that they can't see

him.

FLYNN:

Hey. Hi. Hey, everything's okay. Fine.

Little trouble, but we're okay. Thanks

for your concern. So long.

They move on.

FLYNN:

(to the Bit)

This town's full o' live ones.

BIT:

Not a chance.

328 EXT. CITY PLAZA 328

Tron and Yori are crossing an open plaza-like area, on their way to

the I/0 Tower. They pass by more zombie-like programs and overhear

bits of conversation, all in dead-sounding monotones.

PROGRAMS:

I have to re-route the insurance

information bits... Next cycle we

start the war game simulation for

the MCP... Did you make that accounts

receivable adjustment for Sark...

Certainly... the MCP wants only

minimal functions left in Sector 84Q.

329 EXT. THE BASE OF THE I/0 TOWER 329

It looms high overhead.

330 TRON AND YORI 330

on a long curving walkway which encircles the base of the Tower,

approaching a wide door in the wall.

331 INSIDE THIS DOOR'331

We see that it opens onto a wide elevator platform, which is now

rising upwards at a steep angle, carrying Tron and Yori smoothly

and silently towards an opening in a floor a hundred feet overhead.

332 SHOT FROM BELOW THEM 332

looking upwards as they move.

333 THE UPPER FLOOR 333

as the elevator platform arrives, and they step off. We get the

sense of massive, over-size ceilings, floors, windows and machinery,

dwarfing the programs who come to the Tower to communicate,

preparing them for the experience, as a vaulting cathedral prepared

the sinner for confession. But here, everything is composed of clean,

sharp, angular surfaces. On this second story there is floor and

ceiling, but no outer wall, so we can still see the city-grid below

and beyond.

Tron and Yori cautiously move forward across the floor, heading for

a door into the inner parts of the Tower.

334-349 OMIT 334-349

350 THE CENTRAL CHAMBER 350

of the I/0 Tower. A large, raised circular altar stands against one

wall, with a darkened opening behind it. A square, secondary altar

supports the first, about fifty feet up a side.

In the middle of the altar we see a structure of stacked, diminishing

steps, the final one forming the shoulders of an armless, padded

suit with a puffed headdress revealing the face of the I/0 Tower

priest, DUMONT. His eyes are shut. His face is lined with age, but

still holds a sprightly sensitivity. It is the face of Dr. Gibbs,

from the laser lab in the Real world. There is a large, V-shaped

opening behind the altar, and the circular steps glow a hot neon,

each a different color. The stripes of color thus formed bleed

upwards onto the wall, lining either side of the V opening. There is

only blackness beyond.

351 DUMONT'S FACE 351

asleep.

352 REVERSE ANGLE 352

Tron and Yori walk toward him from an entranceway across the wide

room, their footsteps ECHOING.

353-374 OMIT 353-374

375 CENTRAL CHAMBER - TRON, YORI, DUMONT375

Tron and Yori stop at the foot of Dumont's altar.

YORI:

(quietly)

Dumont... ?

The priest's eyes flicker open. He looks at Tron and Yori, doesn't

recognize either one.

DUMONT:

Yes?

TRON:

(nervous)

I... have come to communicate with

my User.

DUMONT:

Hmm. A difficult proposition...

difficult proposition at best.

(indicates empty chamber)

Perhaps you've noticed... we're not

exactly packing them in these days ...

YORI:

Yes...what--?

DUMONT:

You know, not so long ago, you

could've come in here and seen

programs lined up all the way back

to those doors, waiting for communion

with their Users. The building fund

was doing well too...but now...

(sighs)

...this so-called Master Control

Program is going around cutting

programs off from their natural

creators, grabbing all our believers

and making them ride around on little

motor scooters and shoot things at

each other and Weiner knows what all--

oh, it's enough to give you a crisis

of faith...

TRON:

Well I want to communicate --

DUMONT:

Oh, you want to -- hah. I could

get myself de-rezzed just-for letting

you in here. They hate this tower.

They'd close it down if they dared

to but they keep me around, in case

one of them wants to deal with the

other world once in a while. And

you should hear the way they commune!

Sounds like they were routing a

payroll, for all the heart they put

in it. No, I don't think you

Tron steps closer, speaks quietly to Dumont.

TRON:

Dumont... my User has information

that could -- could make this a

free system again.

DUMONT:

Hah.

TRON:

Really. You'd have programs lined

up around the block to use this

place -- and no MCP looking over your

shoulder.

DUMONT:

(sighs)

When you've been in the system as long

as I have, you hear many promises...

many reassurances...many brave plans...

He pauses, sizing Tron up, considering it. Finally:

DUMONT (CONT.)

(falling into ritual)

Who is your User, program?

TRON:

Alan-One. He calls me... may I pass?

DUMONT:

All that is visible must grow beyond

itself and extend into the realm of

the invisible.

Dumont nods, and the neon glow fades a little.

DUMONT:

You may pass, my friend.

Tron runs lightly up the steps, past Dumont, into the darkness

beyond.

CUT TO:

376 EXT. 1/0 TOWER 376

We see Flynn and the Bit walking towards the Tower, staring

curiously at the zombie-like characters on the streets.

CUT TO:

377 A CORRIDOR IN THE TOWER. A CORNER. 377

We see a face peer around it. Flynn.

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