Flynn Okay, Clu, tonight we check everything in the right-hand column. [cut to digital maze] Come on, come on. Where are you? [A tank appears] There you are. Clu?
Flynn Clu, we don't have much time left to find that file. This is top priority.
C Clu
Yes, sir. I know, sir.
Flynn This isn't just correcting my bank statement or phone bill problem again. This is a must.
Flynn Now, I wrote you.
Flynn I taught you everything I know about the system.
C Clu
Thank you, sir, but I'm not sure...
Flynn No buts, Clu. That's for Users. Now, you're the best Program that's ever been written. You're dogged and relentless, remember?
Flynn That's the spirit. Now keep that tank rolling, and I'll try and cover you from this end. Go.
You invented Space Paranoids?
Flynn Paranoids, Matrix Blaster, Vice Squad, a whole slew of them. I was this close to starting my own little enterprise, man. But enter another software engineer. Not so young, not so bright, but very, very sneaky: Ed Dillinger. So one night, our boy Flynn, he goes to his terminal, tries to read up his file. I get nothing on there, it's a big blank. Okay, now we take you three months later. Dillinger presents Encom with five video games, that he's invented. The slime didn't even change the names, man, and he gets a big fat promotion! And thus begins his meteoric rise to, what is he now? Executive V.P.?
Flynn Senior exec? [sighs] Meanwhile, the kids are putting eight million quarters a week into Paranoids machines. I don't see a dime except what I squeeze out of here.
[Keyboard clacks as Flynn attempts to gain access to the system. Hovever he is stopped by the Master Control Program]
You shouldn't have come back, Flynn.
Flynn Hey, hey, hey, it's the big Master Control Program everybody's been talking about.
[calmly]
Sit right there; make yourself comfortable. Remember the time you used to spend playing chess together? [Flynn types in an access request] That isn't going to do you any good, Flynn. I'm afraid you... [sounding distressed] Stop! Please! You realize I can't allow this!
Flynn Now, how are you gonna run the universe if you can't even answer a few unsolvable problems? Huh? Come on, big fella, let's see what you got.
I'd like to go against you and see what you're made of.
Flynn You know, you don't look a thing like your pictures.
[The MCP turns on digitization laser behind Flynn, getting ready to digitize him.] [threateningly]
I'm warning you. You're entering a big error, Flynn. I'm going to have to put you on the Game Grid.
K Kevin
Games? You want games? I'll give you games– [a klaxon blares, and the laser fires at Flynn, slowly decomposing him and digitizing him into the computer, and he appears in a holding area. He looks around, bewildered.] ...Oh man, this isn't happening, it only thinks it's happening.
G Guard
Vacate entry port, program! [after Flynn stands there looking confused] I said, move! [jabs Flynn with an energy staff]
Flynn Hey! Look, if this is about those parking tickets, I can explain everything, okay? [gets jabbed again]
[Crom is struggling to climb back up onto his platform]
Finish the game!
Flynn NO!
Flynn No! [drops the ball]
[Flynn grins up at Sark for a moment. Sark presses a button that deletes Crom's platform, sending him falling to his death as Flynn looks on in horror. Sark begins to move for the button controlling Flynn's platform] [faintly, in Sark's memory]
I want him in the games until he dies playing.
[Sark presses a different button, restoring Flynn's platform and allowing him to be led out of the arena]
Flynn [Flynn, Ram and Tron have found a safe place to hide from Sark's forces.]
Oh, man! On the other side of the screen, it all looks so easy. [Tron and Ram look confusedly at Flynn, then at each other] They must have gone right past us.
[to Ram]
We made it. [pauses] This far.
Flynn [A Bit flies around Flynn's head in the stolen Recognizer.]
Hey! Hold it right there!
Flynn What do you mean, "yes"?
Flynn Is that all you can say?
Flynn Know anything else?
Flynn Positive and negative, huh? You're a Bit, aren't you?
Flynn Well, where's your program? Isn't he going to miss you?
Flynn I'm your program?
Flynn Another mouth to feed...
If you are a User, then everything you've done so far has been according to a plan, right?
Flynn [laughs]
Hah, you wish. Ah, you guys know what it's like, you just keep doing what it looks like you're supposed to be doing, no matter how crazy it seems.
That's the way it is for Programs, yes.
Flynn I hate to disappoint you, pal, but most of the time, that's the way it is for us Users, too.
That is a User, Dumont. He came here to help us. Tron believed in him.
If the Users can no longer help us, we're lost.
So, we have erased that program... No. You were de-rezzed. I saw you.
Flynn Not me, Sark.
There's nothing special about you. You're just an ordinary program.
Flynn So are you; one that should have been erased.
You're nothing! Take that program to the holding pit!!
Taking our friend here, and some other religious fanatics, to Master Control. When I disembark, this ship, and everything that remains on board will automatically de-rezz. This means you.
