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fingers gripping the rail. ZOOM IN on the fingers.

CUT TO:

443 A SHOT FROM BELOW THE WALKWAY 443

Several yards away from it. We see one of the blue warriors hanging

on, trying to get a leg up on the rail, and we see Tron race to the

edge, look over and see this guard.

444 CLOSE SHOT OF TRON 444

By the rail with the blue arms and head in the shot. Tron raises his

disk to slam into the intruder, when suddenly a spherical glowing

shape comes into the frame from bottom right.

BIT:

(buzzing around Tron's

head like a fly)

No way, not on your life, no siree!!

Nothing doing, forget it!!!

CUT TO:

445 SHOT OF WARRIOR'S FACE445

....Flynn.

CUT TO:

446 FLYNN'S POV OF TRON 446

Who looks down, really seeing the face below for the first time.

TRON:

Flynn!!

447 SIDE SHOT OF THEM BOTH447

FLYNN:

Greetings, program...

TRON:

(dumbfounded)

You're alive!

FLYNN:

Yeah, I... oops!

He loses his grip, and starts to fall. But Tron, just in time, grabs

Flynn's wrist and starts to pull him up. We see the blue static guard

disguise fade off Flynn.

449 YORI 449

leaning over the control console anxiously, watching Tron come up

the steps towards her with Flynn and the Bit.

450 WIDER SHOT 450

As they reach her.

YORI:

(nervously)

Who is this?

We see Flynn look at Yori and silently mouth "Lora" in surprise...

but then realize his mistake.

TRON:

(smiling)

Flynn...

(he turns to

Flynn eagerly)

Where's Ram?

FLYNN:

I'm sorry, Tron... he's...

he didn't make it.

Tron shakes his head, sadly.

TRON:

(to Yori)

This is Flynn... the one who

busted me out.

YORI:

(to Flynn)

Then I owe you some thanks...

FLYNN:

No big deal. I ought to know my way

around that Light Cycles routine...

I mean, I did write the program for it.

TRON:

(mystified)

Wrote the...?

FLYNN:

It's time I levelled with you, Tron.

I'm a -- well, I'm what you guys call a

User.

Tron and Yori are stunned and awed.

YORI:

A User -- in our world?

FLYNN:

(nods)

Guess I took a wrong turn somewhere...

TRON:

But -- if you're a User -- then

everything you've done has been

part of a plan ...

FLYNN:

(laughs)

You wish. Man, I haven't had a second

to think since I got down here. I mean

in here. Out here. Whatever.

TRON:

Then...

FLYNN:

Look, you guys know how it is. You just

keep doin' what it looks like you're

supposed to, even if it seems crazy, and

you hope to hell your User knows what's

goin' on.

TRON:

Well -- that's how it is for programs,

yes, but --

FLYNN:

I hate to disappoint you, pal, most-the

time, that's how it is for Users, too.

TRON:

Stranger and stranger...

BIT:

You said it.

FLYNN:

(pats Tron on back)

So... Nice ship you got here. What's our

next move?

TRON:

(smiles)

Remember you wanted to pay a call on

the MCP?

Flynn nods.

TRON (CONT.)

We're on our way.

(indicates disk)

Alan-One gave me the coding we need to go

up against Master

FLYNN:

All right. Thank God. Alan stayed awake,

at least.

451 LONG SHOT 451

The aircraft carrier rolls past the camera.

452 THE BRIDGE - SARK452

looking out the observation window, as his lieutenant approaches

from behind.

LIEUTENANT:

Sir, what do you want done with

the tower guardian, Dumont?

Put him with the others?

SARK:

No, bit brain.

Sark turns to face him.

SARK:

Prepare him for inquisition. I need

a little relaxation. But first rez up

the carrier for pursuit... And one other

thing.

lie stares at the lieutenant, paranoid

SARK:

(continuing)

Don'tthink anymore. I do the

thinkingaround here.

453 LONG SHOT OF SOLAR SAILER ON THE BEAM453

speeding through the System, right on target.

454/455 OMITTED454/455

CUT TO:

456 SOLAR SAILER DECK456

We see Flynn looking back the way they came. Yori is at the controls,

with Tron beside her, his arm around her shoulders, looking at Flynn.

FLYNN:

What about our friend - Sark?

TRON:

Probably decided not to pursue us,

The Sea of Simulation is tricky..

lot of illusions...rough navigating.

Programs have a way of just...

disappearing here.

FLYNN:

Not us, I hope.

TRON:

(shakes his head,

indicates disk)

Not with this disk. I'm going to

check on the beam connection, Yori.

You two can keep a watch out for

grid bugs.

He moves off down the walkway, the Bit following. Flynn turns and

leans out over the side.

FLYNN:

Boy the view from up here... you

know the territory?

YORI:

A little ...

(points out sights)

Over there, the Mountains of Data...

and I think that's the Silicon Valley...

FLYNN:

(pointing)

What's wrong with that area?

457 HIS POV457

We see an area of darkened, gloomy, two-dimensional shapes.

YORI:

(sadly)

The MCP blasted it... There are very

few domains left with any power at all.

FLYNN:

Lousy utility companies ...

they're the same wherever you go.

456-461 OMIT 456-461

462 INT. DIMLY LIT CELL 462

Where we see Dumont plugged into energy foot sockets. Two memory

guards stand by his side holding their staffs against his chest.

Dumont's face is wracked with pain, his robe torn, but his

expression is full of determination. As we watch, another blast of

torturous energy comes from the boots, and his face contorts. CAMERA

PULLS BACK AND ANGLES UP to the second level where we see Sark

looking down into the pit that is Dumont's cell.

463 CLOSE UP SARK 463

464 MED. SHOT - DUMONT 464

He looks up.

DUMONT:

What do you want? I'm busy.

465 SHOT OVER DUMONT'S SHOULDER465

of Sark.

SARK:

(snarling)

Busy dying, you worn-out excuse for

an old program.

DUMONT:

Yes, I'm old.

466 SHOT OF DUMONT 466

from the front.

DUMONT:

(continuing)

Old enough to remember the MCP when he

was just a chess program. He started

small, and he'll end small.

467 SHOT OF SARK467

SARK:

(throws back his

head and laughs)

That's very funny, Dumont. Maybe I

should keep you around, just to make me

laugh.

467A SHOT OVER DUMONT'S SHOULDER467A

of Sark.

SARK:

(continuing)

Guards! Bring this antique to the

bridge so he can watch his friends

be obliterated.

CUT TO:

468 THE DECK OF THE SOLAR SAILER 466

We see Tron at the bow. Flynn and Yori are up on the deck near the

controls, with the Bit hovering over them. Yori is, pointing

something out to Flynn.

469 TRON'S FACE469

reacting to the sight of something ahead of the Solar Sailer.

470 LONG SHOT FROM THE SIDE 470

We see the transmission beam which carries the Solar Sailer

increasing in brightness, throbbing with a pulse of mad glowing

energy, coming towards the ship. It hits the sail, and the ship

shivers. The whole beam is now tripled in brightness.

CUT TO:

471 EXT. DECK OF SOLAR SAILER - SHOT OF CONTROL PANEL 471

As Tron runs up to Yori's side. He grabs her shoulder, pulling her

against him... they have to shout to be heard above the noise of the

increasing beam.

TRON:

(shouting)

What is it?

YORI:

Power surge... the transmission beam's

too strong!

TRON:

We have to get off this beam!

YORI:

(frantic)

I can't. There's no junction due for at

least 7 or 8 nanoseconds!

472 OMIT 472

473 LONG SHOT 473

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