We can go home. Don't you want that?
Sometimes, life has a way of moving you past things like wants and hopes.
Most scenes together: Sam & Kevin Flynn (9), Sam & Quorra (6), Quorra & Kevin Flynn (3)
We can go home. Don't you want that?
Sometimes, life has a way of moving you past things like wants and hopes.
Given the prices that we charge to students and schools, what sort of improvements have been made in Flynn… I mean ENCOM OS-12?
This year we put a “12” on the box.
Where's your sense of humor, my friend?
Programs are disappearing, Castor. Soon none of us will be left. Zuse can unite the factions, foment revolution.
Of course Zuse can do these things.
Grant me an audience.
Your enthusiasm is intoxicating, my dear Batik, but Zuse's time is precious. We, shall, see. If you'll excuse me for a moment, I have to attend to something. But have a drink! Courtesy of the End of Line club!
It is happening.
Combatant 3 versus Rinzler.
Rinzler! Rinzler! Rinzler!
You got to be kidding me.
Oh, come on. Is that even legal?
Sam?
Long time.
You have no idea. You're here. [hugs him] You're here.
I'm here.
You're big.
How did you get here?
Alan came over.
Bradley.
The Miracle...You remember. ISOs, isomorphic algorithms, a whole new life form.
And you created them?
No, no. They manifested, like a flame. They weren't really, really from anywhere. The conditions were right, and they came into being. For centuries we dreamed of gods, spirits, aliens, and intelligence beyond our own. I found them in here, like flowers in a wasteland. Profoundly naive; unimaginably wise. They were spectacular. Everything I'd hope to find in the system; control, order, perfection. None of it meant a thing. Been living in a hall of mirrors. The ISOs shattered it, the possibilities of their root code, their digital DNA. Disease? History! Science, philosophy, every idea man has ever had about the Universe up for grabs. Biodigital jazz, man. The ISOs, they were going to be my gift to the world.
So what happened?
CLU. CLU happened.
It was a coup. Tron, he fought for me. I never saw him again.
So why didn't you fight?
He did.
CLU fed on my resistance. The more I fought, the more powerful he became. It was impressive, really. And my miracle? CLU saw the ISOs as an imperfection, so he destroyed them.
The Grid. A digital frontier. I tried to picture clusters of information as they moved through the computer. What did they look like? Ships? Motorcycles? Were the circuits like freeways? I kept dreaming of a world I thought I'd never see. And then one day . . .
And the world was more beautiful than I ever dreamed, but also more dangerous than I ever imagined. Now, I met a brave warrior-,
Tron!
He fights for the Users.
He sure does. Oh man, he showed me things that no one had ever imagined: disc battles fought in spectacular arenas and cycles that raced on ribbons of light. Radical. And together-
You built the Grid.
We built a new grid for programs and users. Now, I couldn't be in there all the time, so I created a program in my own image that could think, like you and me. And I called him CLU.
Codified Likeness Utility.
That's right. And CLU, Tron, and I, we built the system where all information was free and open. Beautiful. And then, one day, something happened. Something extraordinary. A miracle.
What was it?
That'll have to wait til next time. Now, hop into bed kiddo. I gotta get to work.
I want to come with you, Dad.
Yeah, well, someday you will. I promise.
To the Grid?
Goodnight, Sam. What do you say tomorrow we go to the arcade, and you can have a crack at the old man's high score? First game's on me. [flips Sam a quarter]
Can we play doubles? On the same team?
I don’t think this is a good idea.
You’re probably right.
[Pushes the controls further on]
My disk is everything Sam. It’s the master key. The golden ticket. The way out. And not just for me.
What do you mean?
Our worlds are more connected than anyone knows. Clu figures if I can be in…
He can be out?
With my disk, it’s possible.
And then what?
Game over. The guy doesn’t dig imperfection. What’s more imperfect than our world?
She’s the miracle, man. Everything I ever worked for. “A digital frontier to reshape the human condition.”
I always thought that was just a plug line.
So what’s next, Sam?
I guess we’re supposed to change the world.
Flynn shared them with me. I've read them all.
Huh. Light reading. Tolstoy, Dovstoyevsky, I-Ching. "Journey Without a Goal." Must have a killer ending.
Flynn is teaching me about the art of the selfless. About removing oneself from the equation. But between you and me, Jules Verne is my favorite. Do you know Jules Verne?
Sure.
Ice caps are melting, war in the Middle East, Lakers/Celtics back at it. I don't know, rich are getting richer, poor are getting poorer. Cell phones, online dating, Wi-fi.
What's Wi-fi?
Wireless interlinking.
Of digital devices?
Yeah.
Huh. I thought of that in '85.
[both laugh]
Where am I? Am I on the grid? Who are you? [CLU's helmet opens, revealing Kevin Flynn's face] Dad?
Sam. Look at you, man. Look at the size of you. How did you get in here?
I got your message.
So it's just you?
Yeah.
Just you. Isn't this something?
You look the same.
Oh, a lot has happened, Sam. More than you can imagine.
So, you were trapped in here.
That's right.
And you're in charge.
Right again. Two for two.
So, can we just go home?
Not in the cards. Not for you.
Oh, that. [Looks at Sam] I'm not your father, Sam. But I am very, very happy to see you.
Same thing I'm going to do to you. User.
Alan, you’re acting like I’m gonna to find him sitting there working. Just “Hey kiddo. Lost track of time”.
Wouldn’t that be something?