Tron Page #7
- PG
- Year:
- 1982
- 96 min
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128 FLYNN 128
grinning, typing.
FLYNN:
Now, how do you expect to run the
universe if you let a few unsolvable
problems throw you like that? C'mon,
big boy, let's see what...
MCP:
You're entering a big error, Flynn...
I'm going to have to put you on the
Game Grid.
FLYNN:
Games, huh? I'll give you --
Suddenly, before Flynn can go on, the gigantic laser mechanism
behind him sends a brilliant beam of LIGHT directly at him. He
freezes. We see his body beginning to break into scan lines, like
a video image -- the same thing that happened to Gibbs' polymer
ball. We can see the terminal also glowing in the intense light,
being scanned by the laser. The colors change, become monochromatic -
with Flynn's body glowing orange - and the image of his figure
blurs and becomes indistinct. ZOOM IN on Flynn and
DISSOLVE TO:
129 THE CAMERA RUSHING over a circuit pattern, like the one 129
we saw at the opening of the film'.
The pattern changes, dissolving into another image and we are
rushing forward at great speed. We see the circuits rushing by and
getting larger and then the picture dissolves into darkness with a
glowing, spinning globe beneath us, like the globe from AIC's logo,
covered with circuits. We are rushing at it, circling it, diving
closer and closer, so that the detail on the globe becomes clearer
with every second and we realize that the circuits are structures,
angular towers and buildings, huge mechanical looking mountains and
deserts covered with a glowing grid pattern. Everything glows with
an internal energy.
We continue diving, down, down, faster and faster and we see the
structures of one city-like area across electronic mesas and cliffs,
and then we're right over this area and diving straight down,
everything blurring with the speed.
DISSOLVE TO:
130 ELECTRONIC WORLD - A TUNNEL130
made up of rings of energy, and we are diving straight down it.
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131 THIS TUNNEL131
We see a human figure falling feet first down this tunnel from the
outside, and suddenly we're at the bottom, and the figure stops,
staggering from the force of the fall, but upright.
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132 SHOT OF THE BOTTOM OF THE TUNNEL132
We see Flynn, or what looks like Flynn -- same face, etc, but now
covered with a strange costume, made of electronic circuitry,
glowing with energy. Flynn shakes his head dazedly.
FLYNN:
Oh, man... this isn't happening. It only
thinks it's happening...
He looks up and SEES something.
133 FLYNN'S POV133
A horrendous, towering character, carrying a long, glowing staff,
is right in front of him. This character reaches out an arm and
grabs Flynn.
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134 FLYNN 134
being dragged off the entry tube platform.
FLYNN:
Hey! Take it easy! Look, if this is
about those parking tickets, I can
explain everything...
135 THE BRIDGE OF THE AIRCRAFT CARRIER 135
hovering over the Game Grid. We see Sark in his feet sockets, his
hands spread out flat on the table in front of him. A BUZZING NOISE
fills the chamber and a holographic image begins to form, shimmering
into awful shape. We see the stretched out face dissolving into the
cylinder of the MCP.
MCP:
SARK, ES-1117821. Open communication.
Sark suddenly snaps to awareness, directing all his attention to the MCP.
SARK:
(hoarsely)
Yes, MCP.
MCP:
I've got a little challenge for you, Sark --
a new recruit. He's a tough case, but I
want him treated in the usual manner. Train
him for the games... let him hope for a
while... and blow him away.
SARK:
You've got it. I've been hopin' you'd send
me somebody with a little moxie ... what
kind of program is he?
MCP:
He's not any kind of program, Sark.
He's a User.
Sark looks up, shocked.
SARK:
A User?
MCP:
That's right. He pushed me...in the
other world. Somebody pushes me, I push
back. So I brought him down here ...
What's the matter, Sark? You look nervous.
SARK:
Well, I -- it's just -- I don't know,
a User, I mean... Users wrote us. A User
even wrote you...
MCP:
Now get this straight, pal -- no one
User wrote me. I'm worth a couple million
of their man-years! I'm bigger than all
those little wimps put together!
(disgust)
Humans they can't even keen their social
order in one piece
SARK:
But-what if I can't...?
MCP:
You rather take your chances with me?
Want me to slow down your power cycles
for you?
The circuits going into the energy sockets fade; we see Sark weaken.
SARK:
Wait...I need that...
MCP:
Then pull yourself together. Get this
clown trained. I want him in the Games
until he dies playing.
Acknowledge.
SARK:
(weakly)
Yes...acknowledge, Master Control...
MCP:
End of line.
The hologram disappears and Sark's power returns.
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136 INT. CORRIDOR BENEATH GAME GRID136
Two guards leading Flynn down it, ECHOING FOOTSTEPS.
They turn a corner and continue, finally stopping in front of a
cell. The door opens automatically. Flynn holds back.
GUARD:
Video Game Unit #18. In here, program.
FLYNN:
(trying to grab
the guard's arm)
Who you callin' "program," program?
The guard shoves Flynn inside and SLAMS the door, cutting off his
voice.
137 INT. CELL 137
The same type of cell Crom was thrown into in the title sequence.
Flynn is leaning against the door, staring at his hands.
138 HIS POV138
Flynn's hands are glowing, electrified.
of his face. His head comes up and we see an expression of terrible
understanding on his face. Voices are coming through the opening
of the neighboring cell.
Ram is standing at the window that divides his cell from Tron's.
RAM:
(looking over
his shoulder)
New guy...
TRON:
(shakes his head)
Another free program off line. What's
his User s'posed to do -- ?
RAM:
(sighs)
The Users...you really think they're
still there?
TRON:
They'd better be...I don't want to bust
outta this dump an' find nothin' but
a lot of cold circuits waitin' for me.
141 FLYNN'S CELL141
He can hear the VOICES, but can't see anything except Ram's back,
so he goes to the window and tries to reach through.
FLYNN:
Hey! Who are you guys?
But as his hand reaches the dividing point between the two cells,
it hits an invisible barrier, and we see a brilliant energy field
come instantaneously into existence, stopping his hand, and then
disappearing. Flynn pulls back in shock.
142 RAM 142
turning towards Flynn as he hears this noise.
RAM:
You want to watch those force fields...
He goes to the window opening.
RAM (CONT.)
You'll be having plenty of chances to
get hurt, don't worry about that.
FLYNN:
Look...just so I can tell my friends
what this dream was about, okay?
Where am I?
RAM:
You're a..."guest" of the Master Control
Program. They're going to make you play
video games.
FLYNN:
(relieved)
Well, great, that's no sweat -- I play
video games better than anybody.
Ram gives Flynn an astonished look, but before he can say anything,
there's a tremendous POUNDING NOISE, and the door of Flynn's cell
opens.
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