Tron Page #2

MCP:

Strategic Air Command.

SARK (impressed)

Nice.

The sockets glow 'more intensely as the hologram disappears, and we

CUT FROM a CLOSE SHOT of Sark's satiated face to:

22 A CORRIDOR BENEATH THE GAME GRID22

long, darkened, sinister. A dejected and disheveled character

(CROM) is being escorted by a guard..

CAPTIVE (CROM)

Look, this is all a mistake. I'm just

a compound interest program, I work

at a savings and loan. I can't play

in these video games...

GUARD:

Sure you can, pal. You're a natural

athlete, I ever saw one. Come on...

CROM:

Are you kidding? Me? I run out to

check an the T-Bill rates, I get out

of breath. Hey, really...you're

gonna make my User, Mr. Henderson,

really mad. He's a full branch manager...

GUARD:

(rolls his eyes)

Great, another religious nut.

They stop in front of a cell, the guard opens the door and shoves the

protesting captive inside. The door SLAMS shut, locked.

23 INT. CELL 23

as the captive falls against one wall from the force of the guard's

shove. The cell is small, one-man, and in each wall next to the door,

an opening gives a view of the next cell. Through one of the windows,

we can see the back of another captive program, and through the

other, a face looking over at the newcomer. The character speaks:

PROGRAM (RAM)

Welcome to luxury living.

The new captive looks up, nervous.

CROM:

Uh, thanks, but... I don't even know

what I'm doing here.

RAM:

You believe in the Users?

CROM:

Sure, if I don't have a User, then

who wrote me?

RAM:

That's what you're doing here. Master

Control Program's been snapping up

all us programs who believe...if he

thinks you're useful, he takes over

all your functions so he gets bigger...

an' if he can't use you, he sends you

down here to the Game Grid to get the

bits blasted outta you. What's your name?

CROM:

Crom.

RAM:

I'm Ram. They'll train you for

the games, but ... well, I hope you

make it okay. Hey, what's going on

in the other sectors? I've been stuck

in this Grid for 200 microcycles.

He points to several hash marks on his cell wall.

CROM:

It's murder out there. You can't even

travel around your own microcircuits

without permission from that Master

Control creep. Hauling me down here to

play games...who does he calculate he is?

(holds his head in his hands)

If only Tron was still around...

He looks up as Ram makes a NOISE under his breath. Ram has a strange,

still expression on his face.

CROM:

You ever see that guy in action?

Hundred-percent independent. MCP

couldn't tell him what to --

He stops. Ram is looking over his shoulder.

CROM:

(continuing)

What's wrong? What did I say?

There's a slight noise from cell beyond Ram's.

CUT TO:

24 THE FIGURE AT THE WINDOW 24

It turns slowly, silhouetted by the light from the outer corridor.

25 CLOSE UP - CROM 25

reacting. He GASPS and stares.

CROM:

Oh my User...Tron--they've got

you in here?

26 SHOT FROM OVER TRON'S SHOULDER 26

with Ram to one side, smiling slightly, and Crom staring.

TRON:

Not for long, friend.

CUT TO:

27 ELECTRONIC WORLD - EXT. PATHWAYS - SOMEWHERE FAR 27

OFF IN THE SYSTEM

Here in a maze of complex pathways, we see a lone tank moving along

one of the paths.

28 INT. TANK 28

A lone program sits at the controls. His armor is worn and beaten

and his glow subdued. This is CLU. With his thermos of glowing

coffee and his suicide-jockey manner, he reminds us of a truck

driver on an all-night run.

CLU:

Think we can merge into this mem'ry

okay, good buddy?

A spot of glowing light zips around the tank, stops and expands

into a solid glowing green sphere with the suggestion of a face as

it speaks.

BIT:

(eagerly)

10-4!

As soon as it is finished speaking, it goes back to being pure light.

CLU:

Now, ol' Flynn said to look over

in here ...

28A EXT. TANK 28A

The tank makes a quick run through a maze-like path with rounded

corners -- a computer memory microcircuit.

28B INT. TANK 28B

CLU:

...but I don't see what he's looking

for. I'd better get over to that

input/output tower and let him know.

28C ANGLE OVER HIS SHOULDER 28C

at the instrument panel.

DISSOLVE TO:

29 REAL WORLD - INT. A DARKENED ROOM - NIGHT29

A shot OVER THE SHOULDER of a figure typing on a computer terminal

keyboard, talking to himself in a low voice. He stop typing, waits

for some information to read out. Beyond him we see a couple of

large video parlor game consoles.

FLYNN:

Come on, you scuzzy little data,

be in there...

30 A SHOT FROM IN FRONT OF HIM30

He's a young, blonde guy in his mid-twenties. Very attractive,

charming, innocent looking, but with a devilish gleam in his eye.

FLYNN:

I've got such nice blue paper to

print you out on, if you'll just sit

still...

WE ZOOM IN on that gleam in his eye and see the brilliant colors of

the CRT screen reflected there.

CUT TO:

31 ELECTRONIC WORLD--EXT TANK31

The tank heads along a path of circuitry toward a tall, glowing

"tower" -- an input/output component.

32 INTERIOR TANK 32

A red light flashes on the control panel. Clu comes alert and sits

up. He stares at the warning. Spot of light that is Bit zips up next

to his head.

CLU:

Uh oh...we got company.

BIT:

(coming into shape again,

but red this time)

No!

CLU:

You said it ... one of those

Recognizers comes after me,

gonna hafta jump clear out of

the data stream.

CUT TO:

33 REAL WORLD - INT. FLYNN'S BACK ROOM - NIGHT 33

We see Flynn sit up abruptly, and his fingers start flying over the

keys.

34 ELECTRONIC WORLD - EXT. OF TANK34

We see the turret of the tank swivel around. PULL BACK. In the

distance is an immense block-like robotic bluish black form,

U-shaped, with a small head and a glowing yellow bar for eyes--

a recognizer. It hovers above the ground.

35 LONG SHOT THROUGH THE TANK PERISCOPE35

A second Reco is coming up behind the first.

36 INT. OF TANK36

CLU:

(in dismay)

Oh my...the long arm o' the law.

CUT TO:

37 EXT. LONG SHOT THE TANK 37

FIRES A VOLLEY at the first Reco. That one falls heavily to the

ground and the tank speeds up, swiveling around to try to fire at

the second Reco, but it moves too fast and can't avoid a gulley.

The tank goes in and is stuck - no traction.

38 CLOSE SHOT - TURRET 38

Clu standing on it. The Bit zips by him, and they both head away

from the tank, fast.

39 LONG SHOT 39

A glowing static field appears between the two legs of the

Recognizer, and it sweeps over the tank, de-rezzing it. We can

see more tanks approaching over an edge of the landscape.

40 CLU 40

running, looking up as the Reco closes in. We see the dead Reco

up ahead, and the streak of the Bit making for it.

41 CLOSE UP - CLU'S FACE41

reacting in fear, looking up as the screen GOES TO BLACK.

CUT TO:

REAL WORLD:

42 INTERIOR, FLYNN'S BACK ROOM - NIGHT 42

SHOT OF THE SCREEN. A complex set of programming figures ends

abruptly in a single blue line which prints out across the screen

over and over, gradually filling it completely.

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