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...
- You got in. - That's right, man. I got in.
And the world was more beautiful than I ever dreamed
and also more dangerous than I ever imagined.
Hop in bed, now, kiddo.
- Now, I met a brave warrior. - Tron.
Bom-ba-bom-bom bom!
Tron!
- He fights for the users. - He sure does.
Oh, man, he showed me things that no one had ever imagined.
There were these disk battles fought in spectacular arenas.
Cycles that raced on ribbons of light.
It was so 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 Cl...
- 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 till next time.
I gotta get to work.
I wanna go with you, Dad.
Yeah, well, one day you will.
I promise.
- To the Grid? - Good night, Sam.
Hey, what do you say tomorrow you and I hit the arcade?
You can have a crack at the old man's high score.
- First game's on me.
Can we play doubles? On the same team?
We're always on the same team.
Good evening. Our lead story.
ENCOM CEO and video game icon Kevin Flynn has disappeared.
He was best known for designing Tron and Space Paranoids,
the two bestselling video games in history.
Flynn took ownership of ENCOM in 1982
as the company skyrocketed to the top of the tech industry.
But things changed in 1985 with the untimely death of Flynn's wife,
the mother of his young son, Sam.
Recently, ENCOM board members
have been troubled by reports
of Flynn's erratic, even obsessive, behavior.
With Flynn missing, the company is now in chaos.
This afternoon, ENCOM's board
moved to seize control from Flynn's partner, Alan Bradley,
vowing to return the company to profitability.
Loyal to the end, Bradley maintains his belief that Flynn is not missing
and is instead pursuing his dream of
"a digital frontier to reshape the human condition."
In there is a new world.
In there is our future.
In there is our destiny.
Even Flynn's most ardent supporters
are now acknowledging a difficult truth.
Kevin Flynn may have simply run away.
And while Flynn's loyalists hope for his imminent return,
there is perhaps no one who wishes it to happen more than young Sam Flynn,
now in the care of his grandparents, and heir to an empire in turmoil.
He's coming. He promised.
- Sam, you have to eat. - Let go of me!
Sam?
What will become of Flynn's legacy and the future of ENCOM
will most likely depend
on what becomes of this now orphaned little boy.
Sam! Come back!
All cycle units, stand by.
All units, stand by.
Now that is a big door.
Welcome, everybody
Please settle. I know it's late, so I'll skip the pleasantries
and hand things over to our chairman, Richard Mackey.
Thank you. Thank you. Thank you, Claire.
Tonight I am pleased to announce
that ENCOM's last fiscal year was our most profitable ever.
Yes.
At midnight the 12th version of our flagship operating system
will hit the shelves around the world.
I'm sure it comes as no surprise whom we have to thank.
The head of our software design team,
a man whose father's own notable history with ENCOM
helped make this company what it is today.
Edward Dillinger. Well done.
Well done.
And this year, simultaneous to the release of ENCOM OS-12,
we will be making our debut on Tokyo's Nikkei Index.
ENCOM's stock will now trade around the world 24/7.
--Huh? Oh, yes.
- Excuse me. - Yes, Alan?
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.
OS-12 is the most secure operating system ever released.
The idea of sharing our software or giving it away for free
disappeared with Kevin Flynn.
I know you're here.
Let's make this easy.
Come on, come on.
Freeze!
Okay
If there are no more questions,
I would like you to meet our next blockbuster.
ENCOM OS-12.
Whoa.
Still a few bugs.
What's that? What is that?
Just bear with us one sec.
Make this go away now.
Stop what you're doing. Stop. Stop for one second.
...Where ENCOM's chairman, Richard Mackey, will be launching...
- We go live in 30 seconds. - He's on the roof!
- Anyone know where the master file is? - I do.
It's on the Web.
We've got to stop this.
I've got to ring that opening bell.
- Make this stop now. - It's locked.
Just shut it down. Shut it down! Now!
Relax, Mackey. Relax.
It's under control.
Relax? Our most valuable
and most secure operating system is out there for free!
How am I supposed to explain that?
I don't know. Say it was all part of the plan.
A little gift from ENCOM.
Apparently, ENCOM Technology is having some technical difficulties.
Why don't we give them a chance to sort things out?
Hey, Dad.
How you doing?
- Where you gonna run to now? - Hey, you don't wanna do that.
- Didn't anyone tell you? - Stealing is wrong.
You can't steal what was designed to be free.
- Now I got you. - Your boss is okay with this.
The hell he is.
Your boss works for the CEO
and the CEO works for the shareholders.
Do you know who the biggest shareholder is?
I don't know. Some kid.
You're Mr. Flynn?
Why?
This is your father's company.
- Not any more. - What? Hey. Hey, kid.
No!
Yeah.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!
You kidding me?
- That's him! Get the team down here! - There he is! Get him!
What the...
Hey! No free ride!
- Whoa! - No free taxi!
- You pay!
- Whoa, whoa, whoa! - No free ride!
Hold it right there. Freeze!
Okay, boys. You got me.
Hey.
- Hey, Karl. - Hey, how you doing?
Enjoy it, Marv. You earned it.
Why are you in my apartment, Alan?
You don't answer your phone.
- How you been, Sam? - Oh, you know,
when I was 12, I appreciated the surrogate-father thing. But come on.
I got it all under control now.
Oh. Clearly!
You want to help me with my homework?
Like old times? Have a catch?
You know, you got a pretty nice view here.
Heard you did a triple axel off of her a few hours ago.
- Rough landing, huh? - Could have been worse.
I also thought your message to the board
was very clever.
Did you like that? That was Marv's idea.
Alan, are we really going to do this again?
Do I really look like I'm ready to run a Fortune 500 company?
No.
And truthfully, the company is pretty happy with where you are, too.
I bet.
That way they can keep doing whatever they want.
You know, I guess what I find curious is the crazy charities,
the annual prank on the company.
You have an interesting way of being disinterested, Sam.
Why are you here, Alan?
I was paged last night.
Oh, man, still rocking the pager?
Good for you.
Yeah, your dad once told me I had to sleep with it, and I still do.
Page came from your dad's office at the arcade.
- So? - So?
That number's been disconnected for 20 years.
Sam, two nights before he disappeared, he came to my house.
"I've cracked it," he kept saying.
He was talking about genetic algorithms, quantum teleportation.
He said he was about to change everything. Science, medicine, religion.
He wouldn't have left that, Sam.
He wouldn't have left you.
Oh, Alan. You're the only one who still believes that.
He's either dead or chilling in Costa Rica.
Probably both.
Look, I'm sorry.
I'm tired, and I smell like jail.
Let's just reconvene in another couple of years, huh? What do you say?
Here.
These are the keys to the arcade.
I haven't gone over there yet. I thought you should be the one.
Alan, you're acting like I'm gonna find him sitting there working.
Just, "Hey, kiddo. Lost track of time."
Wouldn't that be something?
--What?
You son of a gun.
Flynn.
Huh.
Let's try the back door.
What were you working on?
LaserControl.
Okay.
This isn't happening.
Oh, man, this is happening.
Wait.
This program has no disk. Another stray.
Hey, wait.
Wait. I'm not a program!
He actually did it.
I'm on the Grid.
Does the name Kevin Flynn mean anything to you?
Be quiet if you want to live!
Not the games, not the games,
not the games, not the games...
What's his problem?
--Not the games, not the...
Rectify.
- Games. - No. Please!
Rectify.
You probably get this a lot, but there's been a big mistake.
Games.
- Please, no, no. - Whoa. Hey.
No! Erase me!
No! Wait! Wait!
Er, can somebody tell me what the...
Hey, hey. It's got a zipper.
He is different.
This can't be good.
- Attention, program. - You will receive an identity disk.
Everything you do or learn will be imprinted on this disk.
If you lose your disk or fail to follow commands,
you will be subject to immediate de-resolution.
Mirroring complete. Disk activated and synchronized.
Proceed to games.
Games?
Where are you going?
What am I supposed to do?
Survive.
All combatants, prepare for disk wars.
Disk wars! Disk wars!
Disk wars!
Platform 8.
I have a three-inch version of you on my shelf.
Combatants 3 and 11.
Disk wars.
You definitely didn't do that.
Damn it!
So that's how it is.
Combatant 11, de-resolution.
I won. Now let me out!
Combatant 3, round one, victory.
No unusual activity on the Grid.
Security sweeps and patrols
have been intensified. Rectifier on schedule.
Your initiative should be fully operational within 12 cycles.
Perhaps if you were to include me
in this initiative, I could be of even greater service.
Combatants 3 and 7, disk wars.
Initiate.
Yeah. I'm out.
Combatant 3, victory.
Combatant 3, violation.
Combatant 6, de-resolution.
What is that program?
Combatant 3,
violation.
Initiate final round.
Combatant 3 versus Rinzler.
Rinzler!
You gotta be kidding me.
Rinzler!
Come on. Is that even legal?
Why do I feel like I just got dumped on?
Come on. Huh? Come on.
De-rez!
User.
Identify yourself, program.
- I'm not a program.
Identify.
My name is Sam Flynn.
Bring him to me.
Let me go.
Freaks.
Where am I?
Am I on the Grid?
Who are you?
Dad.
Sam.
Look at you, man. Look at the size of you.
- How did you get in here? - I got your message.
Oh. So it's just you?
Yeah.
Just you. Oh.
Isn't this something?
You look the same.
A lot's happened, Sam. More than you can imagine. Disk.
Let's have a look.
Got it.
Hmm. I expected more.
So, you were trapped in here.
That's right.
- And you're in charge. - Right again. You're two for two.
So can we just go home now?
Not in the cards.
Not for you.
That's a hell of a way to treat your son.
Oh, that.
I'm not your father, Sam.
But I'm very, very happy to see you.
Cl...
Where is he?
What did you do to him?
Same thing I'm going to do to you, user.
- Greetings, programs.
Oh, what an occasion we have here before us.
Because your rumors are true.
We do indeed have in our midst
a user!
A user.
So, what to do?
What does this user deserve?
Might I suggest perhaps the challenge of the Grid?
And who best to battle this singular opponent?
Perhaps one who has some experience in these matters.
Oh, yes, indeed, programs.
Your liberator!
Your luminary!
Your leader and maker!
The one who vanquished the tyranny of the user
those many cycles before!
I've been waiting a long time for this.
Clu!
You wanna play? I'll play.
Excellent words, sir.
Were you pleased with my execution?
The crowd seemed quite energized.
It wasn't meant for them.
What's this?
What do I do with this?
I'll give you a hint.
Not that.
Grid is live.
Initiate light cycle battle.
You got no chance, user.
Their bikes are faster than ours. Use the levels.
Now this I can do.
Here we go.
Come on. Come on!
Hey! We gotta work together.
It's the only way.
That's it. You got me.
Boo!
- Whoo-hoo! - Yeah!
Now that's what I'm talking about.
Another customer. Let's go!
Hang on, buddy, I'm coming.
Come on.
This is it. Come on.
Illegal combatant on the Grid.
Get in.
Illegal combatant on the Grid.
Get in!
System failure. Release Rinzler.
Game on, old friend.
- Who are you? - Hang on.
Pull up, man, you can't make that!
Made it.
I'm Quorra.
They're turning around.
Not by choice.
Their vehicles can't go off Grid. They'll malfunction on this terrain.
- What about us? - Obviously not.
- Where are you taking me? - Patience, Sam Flynn.
All your questions will be answered soon.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!
Wait here.
Quorra.
I dreamed of Tron.
First time in years.
It's a sign.
A sign, my dear apprentice, of a weary soul.
- I'm afraid something's happened. - Something has happened.
We have a guest.
There are no guests, kiddo.
Sam...
Long time.
You have no idea.
You're... You're here.
You're here.
I'm here.
You're big.
You're...
Old.
How did you get here?
Alan came over.
Bradley.
Yeah. He got your page.
I found your office under the arcade.
Page...
Oh, the page.
Of course.
Clu had him on the light cycle grid.
I intervened.
Oh.
Dinner soon.
We'll talk then.
He never thought he'd see you again.
Yeah.
Vintage. Flynn built it many cycles ago for the games.
It doesn't get out as much as it used to,
but it's still the fastest thing on the Grid.
Do you know it?
His patience usually beats out my more aggressive strategy.
Flynn shared them with me.
I've read them all.
Oh. Light reading.
Tolstoy.
Dostoyevsky.
I-Ching. Journey Without 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.
What's he like?
Your move, Flynn, come on.
Come on!
- How old are you now, Sam? - You should be 27.
Yes, 27.
- Do you attend a college? - Caltech.
Caltech. My alma mater.
Yeah.
Till I dropped out.
Work?
- Job? ENCOM? Are you... - No.
I check in once a year.
- Wife, girlfriend? - Dog.
Marvin.
- A rescue. - Well, dogs...
Dogs are cool.
I'm sure you must have a few questions of your own, Sam.
Actually, just one.
Why I never came home.
Those nights when I went to the office,
I'm sure you've figured it out by now, I was coming here.
Human form into digital space.
Heavy stuff.
But I also had you.
I had ENCOM. I couldn't be in here all the time.
I needed partners to help out.
Tron and Clu?
That's right.
Tron was created by Alan for the old system.
I brought him here to protect this one.
Clu was my creation.
A program designed to create a perfect world.
We were jamming, man, building utopia.
Hours in here were just minutes back home.
Just when I thought it couldn't get any more profound,
something unexpected happened.
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 from anywhere.
The conditions were right and they came into being.
For centuries we've dreamed of gods, spirits, aliens,
an intelligence beyond our own.
You seeing this?
I found them in here. Like flowers in a wasteland.
Profoundly naive.
Unimaginably wise.
They were spectacular.
Everything I'd hoped to find in the system,
control, order, perfection,
none of it meant a thing.
I'd 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.
Bio-digital jazz, man.
The lSOs, they were going to be my gift to the world.
So what happened?
Clu. Clu happened.
Your transport to the portal is waiting for you.
I don't like it when you cut it this close.
- Will you stop worrying, Tron? - Everything's just fine.
- Everything's under control. - Flynn!
Am I still to create the perfect system?
Yeah.
It was a coup.
Go.
You've been corrupted.
Why? Why?
Flynn, go!
Tron, he fought for me.
I never saw him again.
So why didn't you fight?
- Hmm. - 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 lSOs as an imperfection.
So he destroyed them.
The Purge.
- He killed them all? - It was genocide.
I tried to get back but I couldn't get to the portal.
It uses massive power and it can't stay open forever.
And like a safe, it...
It can only be opened from the outside.
It closed on me, Sam.
That's why I never came home.
So the portal, it activated
when I came in. So it's open now.
Not for long.
Only one millicycle, about eight hours.
So we go now. Go home. We make a run for it.
- We get you out of here. - Don't rush.
What do you mean? The portal's gonna close.
What? What is it?
The moment Flynn is on the Grid, Clu will stop at nothing to obtain his disk.
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?
I can't let that happen. I won't.
So what do we do? Nothing?
It's amazing how productive doing nothing can be.
Clu's planning something. We've known that for a while.
Programs have been disappearing.
There's unrest out there, even revolution.
If we sit tight, Clu might be brought down from the inside.
If the portal is closing, we can't sit around. We have to move now.
Tell me, what brought you here, to the Grid?
Alan got your page.
I didn't send any page.
It was Cl...
Clu sent that page. That's why you're here.
This is all his design. He wanted a new piece
on the board to change the game!
With you, he got more than he ever dreamed.
This is precisely what he wants. Us together heading for the portal.
It's his game now. The only way to win is not to play.
Well, that's a hell of a way to live.
But it is a way.
We can go home.
Don't you want that?
Sometimes life has a way of moving you past things like wants and hopes.
That's great, Dad. Keep telling yourself that.
Good night, Sam.
How can he be so afraid of his own creation?
I mean, he built Clu. Why doesn't he just end him?
He could, but it would require reintegration.
Yeah, all right.
Flynn would never survive the event. It would mean the end of them both.
If he refuses to save himself, then I will.
How?
I'm going through the portal.
Clu wants Flynn's disk, not mine.
I'm going to find Alan and we'll figure this thing out from the other side.
This may be Clu's game here, but in my world, he's gone in one keystroke.
But I can't do anything unless I get to the portal.
And my guts tell me
that you don't want to be stuck in this place for eternity either.
I really think you should consider your father's wisdom.
I have.
There's someone I once knew,
a program named Zuse who fought alongside the ISOs.
They say he can get anyone anywhere.
How do I find him?
This is his sector.
Make it there alive, and he'll find you.
Sam?
All programs are required to present identity disks
at city checkpoints.
Hey, man. It's your lucky day.
- Any program without their disk... - Stop him!
...Will be taken into custody.
Any program in violation of their function is subject to termination.
- Sam Flynn? - You remember me?
- Yeah. You gave me some advice. - And you followed it.
It's unfortunate we met the way we did.
You have a good night.
You're looking for someone.
What makes you say that?
Intuition.
Sir, the sentries downtown have recovered Flynn's light cycle.
We've traced it to its point of origin.
Prepare the light runner, Quorra.
We're going downtown.
Thank you for bringing my son to me.
Flynn!
You don't need to go. I've sent him to someone we can trust.
Quorra, there is no choice.
I won't lose him again.
Chaos. Good news.
Relax. They're occupied.
His name is Castor. If you want to speak to Zuse, you need to go through him.
Where's your sense of humor, my friend?
- Programs are disappearing. - 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 Bartik,
but Zuse's time is precious.
We shall see.
I brought your boy Flynn.
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.
Come, away from these primitive functions.
The son of Flynn.
Of all the innumerable possibilities, he has to walk into mine.
Libations
for everybody!
I'm Castor, your host.
Provider of any and all entertainments
and diversions.
At your service.
I'm looking for Zuse.
Indeed. Many are.
Where can I find him?
This, pretty miss, is a conversation best had behind closed doors.
Perhaps we should retire to my private lounge.
I designed it myself, you know. It's true.
I'm stepping away for a moment, boys. Change the scheme, alter the mood.
Electrify the boys and girls if you'd be so kind.
--Thank you.
Gem. My name is Gem.
Cozy.
- You are Clu. - I am Cl...
- You will create the perfect system. - I will create the perfect system.
Together we're gonna change the world, man.
Let's move.
Zuse has been around
since the earliest days of the gaming grid.
By necessity, he has to mind all the percentages.
All the angles.
So when do I meet him?
You just did.
After the Purge, I needed to reinvent myself.
Self-preservation, you understand.
Now, what can I do for you?
I need to get to the portal.
Well, it's closing quickly,
as I'm sure you're aware.
Tick-tock, tick-tock.
And it's quite the journey.
Beyond the far reaches of the Outlands.
Your father didn't want any programs slipping out accidentally, did he?
- Can you help me? - Of course.
But first, as a man who prides himself on staying well informed,
I must ask who sent you my way.
Her name's Quorra.
Said she met you a long time ago.
Indeed she did.
Many cycles ago.
It was a different time.
But we're not here to relive the past. Let's see about your future, shall we?
We'll have to change your attire
and you'll need a forged disk. Not easy these days.
And of course you'll need transport
to cross the Sea of Simulation.
This is going to be quite the ride.
I believed in users once before.
Playing all the angles.
Resist!
The game has changed, son of Flynn!
I met your friend. He's fantastic!
Behold! The son of our maker!
Yeah!
Yeah, yeah!
Go, go!
Let's split, man.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!
A little help here maybe?
Your disk.
Dad, it's gone.
It is.
I'm sorry. I know I messed up.
We can go back.
- I can go back. - No, we stay together.
- Dad, I can do this. - You've done enough already!
Sam, you're really...
You're messing with my Zen thing, man.
She's stable.
- So what do we do now? - I don't know. Nothing.
We do nothing.
Be still.
Wait.
You ever jump a freight train?
Huh?
We do it your way. Full-on sprint to the portal.
If we beat Clu there, we have a chance.
Let's get her out of here.
This'll take us there.
- Is she gonna make it? - I don't know.
I've got to identify the damaged code.
The sequencing is just enormously complex.
- But didn't you write it? - Some of it. The rest of it is just
beyond me.
She's an ISO.
Yeah. The last ISO.
All this time,
you were just protecting her.
- 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.
In our world, she could change everything.
Yeah.
Check that out.
She risked herself for me.
Some things are worth the risk.
Look at this.
Now, that is impressive if I do say so myself. Huh?
Come on, it's gonna take a while for her system to reboot.
Now it's time for you to tell me a story.
The boy and Flynn are gone.
I presume, Your Excellency, they perished in the elevator.
You presume?
Find them.
Icecaps 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.
Hmm. I thought of that in '85.
Mom and Dad are...
- I assume that... - Yeah.
Oh.
Mac when I was 12
and Gram five years later.
You remember that night when you didn't come home?
- Well... - You said...
I said I'd show you the Grid.
You should have seen this place back then.
I couldn't wait to show it to you. Could not wait.
Must have been something before Clu screwed it up.
No, no, he...
He's me. I screwed it up.
Chasing after perfection.
Chasing after what was right in front of me.
Right in front of me.
Look what you've accomplished.
It's incredible.
Sam,
I'd have given it all up for one more day with you.
Hey.
Remember your old Ducati?
You kidding? Not a day goes by I don't think about that bike.
- Yeah, well, I'm fixing her up. - You busted my bike?
Twenty years in the shed, no tarp. I mean, she needed a little love.
How does she run?
Well, when I'm done, better than ever.
Well, man, I'd like to see that.
You will.
Here.
She's rebooting. Give her this.
The old man's gonna knock on the sky, listen to the sound.
When Flynn entered the space,
ah, everything changed.
I've never seen anything quite like it.
The awe was
palpable.
- Was it? - I presume
our understanding is still valid?
Control of the city?
A sizeable request, I know.
But seemingly fitting compensation.
Don't you think?
How long have you been searching for this, Clu?
About 1,000 cycles. No?
Just imagine the secrets it holds.
The master key to any and all riddles
of the Grid, Grid, Grid, Grid...
But there's something else, too.
Isn't there?
I've heard the chatter
about this private initiative.
I realize that our alliance is,
at times,
uneasy.
But always necessary.
You know you need me
right where I am.
Clu?
Of course you're right.
Enjoy the drink.
End of line, man.
--Hey. It's okay. We're safe for now.
We're heading east towards the portal.
Clu has the disk.
Once I get out, I can shut him down.
I should never have sent you to Zuse. It was a mistake.
It's okay. I've made a few myself.
Where is he?
I think he's knocking on the sky.
And listening to the sound.
Yeah.
How did you find him?
It's okay.
I know.
It was during the Purge.
Clu was relentless.
The Black Guard were executing ISOs in the streets.
Everyone I knew disappeared.
Then they came for me.
So I ran.
A sympathetic program smuggled me out of the city.
But soon they had me surrounded.
I prepared for the end.
And just as everything was going dark,
I felt a hand on my shoulder.
And when I opened my eyes,
standing above me was the Creator.
Your father.
He saved me.
I guess you could say I'm a rescue.
Hell of a view.
It used to let us know that Flynn was here.
It became the symbol of something bigger,
something better than this world.
I've never been this close before.
It's how I imagine a sunrise to be.
Ah, trust me. There's no comparison.
What's it like?
- The sun? - Yeah.
Man...
I've never had to describe it before.
Warm.
Radiant.
Beautiful.
Get below! Move!
This isn't supposed to be here.
- What happened? - A new course.
What is this?
Clu can't create programs.
He can only destroy or repurpose them.
Repurpose them for what?
Battalion 6, report to Staging Area Alpha.
He's building an army.
Let's go.
All high-level functions, report immediately to combat stations.
- Goodbye. - Quorra!
- What's she doing? - Removing herself from the equation.
Tron.
He's alive.
Throne ship is approaching.
- We can't just let her go. - No, Sam, there's another way.
Throne ship is approaching.
Well done, sir.
I've never seen anything like it.
Humbly, sir, I know you have greater designs
than any of us understand.
What does it do?
She's gonna wind up like one of them.
Keep moving, Sam.
You are a very rare bird, aren't you, now?
Where's your disk?
Where is he?
It must have been so lonely out there.
How tragic to be the only one.
I've seen what users are capable of, Cl...
You don't belong with them.
I have something very special in mind for you.
Take her upstairs.
And find them.
You'll have to excuse me. You arrived just as I was preparing a little toast.
- Greetings, programs!
Together we have achieved a great many things.
We have created a vast, complex system. We've maintained it.
We've improved it.
We have rid it of its imperfection.
Not to mention
rid it of the false deity who sought to enslave us.
Kevin Flynn!
- Where are you now?
My fellow programs, let there be no doubt
that our world is a cage no more.
For at this moment, the key to the next frontier is finally
in our possession!
Your disk.
And unlike our selfish Creator,
who reserved the privilege of our world only for himself,
I will make their world open
and available to all of us!
Yes!
To all of us!
He's taking all of this with him.
He's figured out how to do it.
And whatever we find there,
there our system will grow!
There our system will blossom!
Do this.
Prove yourselves. Prove yourselves to me!
Be loyal to me!
And I will never betray you!
Dad, we have to get your disk.
We gotta get to the portal. You shut them down outside.
Even if I make it, you won't last in here, nor will Quorra.
- We'll be all right. Come on. - I'm not going home without you.
Sam...
The same team.
Remember?
I was afraid you were gonna say that.
Meet me on the flight deck in five and get us some wheels.
Wheels? What's your plan?
I'm a user. I'll improvise.
Maximize efficiency.
Rid the new system of its imperfection!
My vision is clear, fellow programs.
Out there is a new world!
Out there is our victory!
Out there
is our destiny.
Identify yourself, program.
I'm not a program. My name is Sam Flynn.
- Identify yourself. - I'm taking this vehicle.
You are not authorized.
Right away, sir.
Watch your step, please, as you board the aircraft.
Long live the users.
Master key disengaged.
I came with a girl, a program. Where is she?
Sam! Go!
- Why are you here? - We gotta get to the flight deck.
Clu will be here any minute.
- We'll never make it. - Come on.
Come on, kiddo.
Radical, man.
Hurry!
Made it.
Try and hold on to this. You're gonna need it.
You got this, Quorra. It's all in the wrist.
- Light fighter 5. - Unauthorized launch.
Death to the user!
Head towards the light, Quorra.
Where did you learn that move?
ENCOM Tower. Couple of nights ago.
ENCOM Tower. Huh.
Light jets.
Here they come.
- Sam, take the turret. - Huh?
Man, I'm all over this.
Yeah!
Yeah! One down, five to go!
Nice.
We gotta split them up!
Come on.
- Have a nice swim!
We gotta get behind them!
Whoo!
- I don't think this is a good idea. - You're probably right.
He's gaining on us!
Yes!
It's jammed.
Tron. What have you become?
Oh, come on.
Flynn, go!
Rinzler! Take the shot!
Finish the game!
Roll!
I fight for the users.
That's it. It's over.
It's over!
Whoo!
Quorra, there's something I need you to do.
Let's get you home, Dad.
There it is.
- Take her down. - Hang on. This could be rough.
This is mine.
I had a feeling you'd be here!
The cycles haven't been kind, have they?
Oh, you don't look so bad.
I did everything. Everything you ever asked.
I know you did.
- I executed the plan! - As you saw it.
You... You promised that we would change the world together.
- You broke your promise. - I know.
I understand that now.
I took this system to its maximum potential.
I created the perfect system!
The thing about perfection is that it's unknowable.
It's impossible but it's also right in front of us all the time.
You wouldn't know that because I didn't when I created you.
I'm sorry, Cl...
I'm sorry.
Go.
Clu!
Remember what you came for.
Dad!
You knew I'd beat you.
And still you did all this? For him.
No.
No!
Why?
He's my son.
Go!
Dad!
Sam! It's time!
No!
Sam, it's what he wants.
I'm not leaving you!
Take her!
Yes!
Goodbye, kiddo.
No!
Al?
You paged me?
Yeah.
I need you at ENCOM at 8:00 a.m.
What about the board?
You're chairman now.
I'm taking the company back, Alan.
Oh, and...
You were right.
About what?
About everything.
What's next, Sam?
I guess we're supposed to change the world.
Come on. I wanna show you something.