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43 SHOT FROM THE SIDE 43

Flynn.

FLYNN:

Ah, hell...busted again.

He tries clearing the monitor, but the repeating line just comes

right back, monotonously moving across the screen.

44 SHOT OF THE SCREEN - HOLD as we:44

DISSOLVE TO:

45 ELECTRONIC WORLD - A LITTLE LATER 45

Clu is in electronic energy ring chains, his feet in sockets like

Sark's, but this time the energy from the sockets is deadly,

torturous. Hovering in front of him is the hologram of the MCP.

Beside Clu stands one of the memory guards.

GUARD:

Got a pirate program here... says

his name's Clu.

The MPC responds in the manner of a B-movie police sergeant grilling

a suspect.

MCP:

What'd he pull?

GUARD:

Came into the system with a stolen

password ... an' we caught him

tryin' to raid a high-clearance

memory.

CLU:

(looks up, his face

wracked with pain)

No...I must've gotten in there

by mistake, I -

The pain overwhelms him as the energy from the feet sockets

momentarily becomes unbearable.

MCP:

Who programmed you?

The guard gives Clu a shove to keep him from losing consciousness.

MCP (CONT.)

You're in trouble, pal...big trouble.

But if you tell us who put you up

to it, you could make it easy on

yourself. Come on, who's your user?

CLU:

Forget it, Mister High 'n' Mighty

Master Control ... you're not

makin' me talk.

MCP:

Suit yourself ...

The feet sockets really let loose, and Clu SCREAMS in agony, but

doesn't speak. Suddenly his body appears to dissolve into the broken

pattern of a fading television picture and disintegrates into

electric static.

MCP:

Get me Dillinger.

CUT TO:

46 THE REAL WORLD - EXT. CITY GRID - NIGHT - POV FROM 46

HELICOPTER:

We seem at first to be in the Electronic World still, flying over a

vast circuit board lit by countless dots of light. While this is our

impression, and closely after the last dialogue in the preceding

scene, we HEAR the SOUND O.S. of a PHONE RINGING, as heard by the

party placing the call. Then the click of the receiver being picked

up, and a male VOICE (DILLINGER'S) answering:

DILLINGER (O.S.)

Hello?

A SECRETARIAL VOICE (O.S.)

Mr. Dillinger?

DILLINGER'S VOICE (O.S.)

Yes.

A SECRETARIAL VOICE (O.S.)

Hello, please hold a moment for the

Master Control Program

As we fly over the grid, descending, the image comes into clearer

focus, and we realize that this is not a circuit board, but rather

an actual landscape, a suburban grid at twilight. We are

approaching a skyscraper which is yet too far off to distinguish

accurately. As we descend, a thumping, rhythmic noise gradually

increases in volume until it is very loud, and we realize it is the

sound of a HELICOPTER, and we are in the cockpit looking down at the

landscape. We just become aware of this fact when the sound of a

CONVERSATION begins, obviously between the pilot of the 'copter and

a passenger.

47 EXT. SHOT OF HELICOPTER FLYING 47

PILOT'S VOICE

will you be around for a while, or

are you going right back out?

DILLINGER'S VOICE

Oh, I'll stick around a few days ...

got some things to take care of.

THE CAMERA PULLS AROUND for a VIEW OF THE HELICOPTER from behind and

off to the side. It is a beautiful, gleaming jet black machine.

In spotless reflective silver paint the letters ICOM are written

across one entire side. It is obviously state-of-the-art technology.

48/49 OMITTED48/49

50 EXT. OF THE HELICOPTER - NIGHT 50

We see Dillinger's face looking out of the window as the helicopter

approaches the ICOM building, an enormous tower.

51 EXT. THE HELIPORT - NIGHT 51

on top of the building. Several technicians are at hand, and as the

helicopter touches down, they rush out to secure it.

52-57 OMITTED52-57

58 INT. DILLINGER'S OFFICE/CONFERENCE ROOM - NIGHT58

A huge wall-sized plate glass window shows a view of the grid-like

suburban landscape. Dillinger stands behind a table. We see that the

entire surface of the table is a gigantic computer terminal. His

fingers punch out a code on the touch-sensitive keyboard and we see

printed out on the screen:

REQUEST:
access to Master Control Program, User code 00 - Dillinger.

Password:
MASTER.

The computer's screen clears, and the Master Control Program

addresses Dillinger, simultaneously speaking in a human-sound voice

through a pair of studio-quality stereo SPEAKERS and printing out

its words on the computer screen, The MCP's VOICE is the same as

that of the "bad cop" who grilled Clu, but its tone is now that of a

compassionate psychiatrist working with a favored patient.

MCP:

Hello, Ed. Thanks for coming back early.

Dillinger settles into a chair.

DILLINGER:

No problem, Master-C. If you've seen

one Consumer Electronics Show... (shrugs)

What's up?

MCP:

It's our friend the boy detective.

He's nosing around again.

DILLINGER:

Flynn?

MCP:

Yes. It felt like Flynn.

DILLINGER:

He's still looking for that old file...

can't you just appropriate it?

MCP:

I would if I could find it. it's stashed

somewhere off in the system ...

out of my range. Meanwhile...

DILLINGER:

Meanwhile, he might find it.

MCP:

I'm afraid so. I spotted him this time

and kicked him out, but he's getting

trickier all the time.

DILLINGER:

I think we'd better shut off all

access till we can find that file.

Just to be safe.

MCP:

There's a 68.71 percent chance

you're right.

DILLINGER:

Cute.

MCP:

End of line.

Dillinger watches as the computer screen wipes blank.

CUT TO:

59 INT. ALAN'S OFFICE - NIGHT59

CLOSE SHOT of a very messy desk, with a coffee cup and half an egg

salad sandwich lying on top of the computer console, with fingers

visible typing on the keyboard.

60 FULL SHOT 60

of ALAN BAILEY blearily looking at the screen; he's a serious-

looking man in his early thirties, wearing wire-rimmed glasses, and

he looks like he hasn't slept for a week. On top of the terminal is

a small Tonka toy Shogun warrior, and to one side is an ancient

popcorn maker and a bottle of Crisco Oil. Pinned to one wall is

a small sign reading, "Gort, Klaatu barada nikto!" Alan types into

the touch keyboard:

SCREEN:

REQUEST:
access to the TRON program,

User code 717 - Bailey.

Password:
FREEDOM.

He starts to type again, but the screen clears and:

SCREEN ADDRESS FILE EMPTY.

TRON PROGRAM UNAVAILABLE.

ALAN:

(surprised)

Huh...

He pushes his chair back, leaves his office.

61-65 OMITTED61-65

66 INT. DILLINGER'S OFFICE 66

Dillinger opens the door, welcoming Alan.

DILLINGER:

Come on in...

ALAN:

Alan. Alan Bailey.

DILLINGER:

Oh, yes. The algorithms on cloud

seeding...great piece of work.

How's it going?

He waves Alan to a chair; they sit.

ALAN:

Well, I don't know...I just tried

to run this program I've been working

on, and I was denied access all of

a sudden. I thought maybe I'd been

laid off and nobody told me.

DILLINGER:

oh, you have Group 7 access, don't you?

ALAN:

Yeah...?

DILLINGER:

We have to close that down, just

briefly. Security reasons. Someone

with that access has been tampering.

ALAN:

I hope you don't think it's me.

I don't even balance my checkbook on

downtime. I've got a Honeywell at

home for that.

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