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You're not the first program Tron trained to fight back...
I am.
Beck discovers that with Tron, honesty is in short supply...
- Was I your first choice? - Yes.
While Beck continues to supply his friends with truths of his own...
- Cover my shift? - Why can't you do your shift?
Just... don't feel like working.
How did you become the Renegade?
It's okay, Beck. I know.
Let's just ask up here.
- Excuse me, sir, do you know... - Keep moving.
There must be some mistake! I would never hide energy from General Tesler.
Last chance, citizen!
Tell us where the energy is!
Halt! You are in violation of...
Stand down.
Thank you. You saved our lives.
You want to thank me? Show me the energy you're hiding.
Come on. I'm on your side. Remember?
Well, I... I guess we're both fighting the occupation in our own way.
True... except I work alone.
No! Don't hurt me! Please!
Tell them what I did.
Guess who's back.
S01E18 - No Bounds
You're lucky you're alive.
I know. It's not even safe to deliver
a light cycle anymore without body armor.
Anybody know why the shop exploded?
Tron did it.
What?
I know. It made no sense to me either, but...
there was a girl here, the shop's sole survivor,
she showed everybody her disc,
and there he was, terrorizing her, white suit and all.
Maybe he finally flipped out.
Fighting an entire occupation by yourself can't be easy.
- Tron's not a killer. - Well, something's changed,
because according to what I saw, he was enjoying it.
Hold still. This is gonna sting.
Whoa! That's a big... piece of...
Zed!
Zed, come on, buddy. Wake up.
- Is he okay? - What... what happened?
No worries. Everything's fine.
Ouch.
Hey! Hey!
That wasn't my fault!
I know, I know. I'm fine.
Show yourself! I'm done playing games.
That's too bad, Renegade...
Because I'm just getting warmed up.
You're just as persistent as I remember.
I liked you better when I thought you were dead.
Did you lose something?
This can't be happening.
Right where I left it.
- But why would he want me to... - Beck?
- Everything okay? - I-I'm good.
You want to stick with that answer?
I do.
Threat level is now red.
The Renegade is wanted for the unlawful killing of civilian program.
Do not approach. Extremely dangerous.
Scanning complete. Virus contained.
You lied to me. You knew he was out there,
and you never told me.
No. It seems you knew he was out there.
As far as I was concerned, he was locked away.
Don't twist this back on me!
I deserve the truth, and you're gonna give it to me!
Truth is, Cyrus was a mistake.
He was never worthy of my name or the suit.
All that mattered to him was bringing about the end of everything we know.
Which is why I chose you instead.
You fight for the things you care about...
things like your city, and your friends.
That's right. But now your lying has put them all in jeopardy.
I stand behind my decision.
I did what I knew was best... for you, and for the revolution.
Then I'm done. It's obvious we're not on the same page anymore.
You can't run away from this, Beck!
Quitting is exactly what Cyrus wants you to do!
You don't know that.
Good-bye, Tron. I have to protect my friends from your mistake.
- Beck! - Mara.
- You're finally here. - Where's Zed?
Let's go somewhere else. I need to clear my head.
Then it's true... you quit.
W-what are you talking about?
Sorry, but your secret's out.
Your friend already told us everything.
Beck! Now we know where you spend all your time.
I'd skip out of work too if it meant hanging out with this guy.
Glad you made it, buddy.
Come join us.
I was just about to tell our friends how we met.
Enjoy, everyone.
- Thanks, but I'm not thirsty. - What's the matter?
You and the boss not seeing eye-to-eye?
Actually, he said he'd never trained anyone as good as me.
I'm confused. Did you quit your job at the garage or not, Beck?
Of course not. Whoever told you that is a lunatic.
We should lock him up and throw away the key.
Ouch. One. Zero.
Don't take that from him!
It's "Cyrus." Why so combative, pal?
Are you feeling misunderstood?
Like nobody knows the real you?
Tell me, because I'm here to help you. Just like you did me.
I don't have a clue what you're talking about... Cy.
Come on! Get to the good stuff!
- Tell us how you guys met. - Yeah, tell us.
Of course. What do you say, Beck?
Do you want to tell them, or should I?
Oh! This is it! I love this song!
Zed, come on. Dance with me.
- What?! But I want to hear... - It can wait.
Promise us no juicy Beck stories until we get back.
Are there any other kind, darling?
Seriously? I love this guy.
- Give me back my disc. - Gladly.
Hold on. I thought you quit.
- Let go. - Make me.
What's the matter, Renegade?
Come on, punch me. Head-butt me.
Bring it!
Oh, how stupid of me.
You won't fight because your precious friends are here.
To tell you the truth, that Zed rubs me the wrong way.
Now Mara, on the other hand... she grows on you.
I like her... a lot.
- Stay away from them. - Or what?
That's your problem...
you don't derez programs, do you?
But like I said, I'm gonna help you out.
I'm gonna free you from your indecisive thinking.
- I'm done listening. - Well, then take action.
I have it from a good source that Argon's new Renegade
has planted a bomb in Able's garage.
Get there in time, you can disarm it.
Get there too late, and, well... you know the drill.
You forget... I visited your special prison.
- I know your tricks. - Beck, comrade,
from one Renegade to another...
sometimes a bomb is just a bomb.
I need everyone to get out!
This is an emergency! Go!!!
- Beck, what's going on? - There's a bomb.
In my garage?
Oh, no. Get down!
- Cyrus is a creature of habit. - Wait. You know him?
Who do you think built his prison?
If we dig deep enough, we'll find that all of his explosives
are repurposed from materials available to him.
Ya know, you should have told me what happened.
I didn't want to drag you into this.
- So you lied. - But for a good reason.
- Just like Tron lied to you. - No, it was...
For exactly the same reason.
He was protecting you,
just like you thought you were protecting me.
Yeah, well, it seemed different at the time. Which is why I quit.
Quit? You can't quit.
But I can't trust him. Cyrus said...
Cyrus?!
Don't you know you can't believe anything that program says?
It's how he beats you!
He tricks you into doing one thing, when it's really about another!
Just like your bike here...
Cyrus never even had to lift a finger.
He let you hand-deliver the bomb straight to his target!
He could have sent you anywhere!
The counterfeit disc.
Containment breach. Unable to neutralize.
All power systems shutting down.
What, no hug?
I-I-I knew you'd come.
I-I-I-
I knew you... I-I-I knew you'd...
So, let the games begin.
I'm not here to play games.
It's the only reason you're here.
How sad. Even my prerecorded hologram finds you predictable.
But enough about me.
My beloved mentor Tron believes in a free Grid.
But that's a lie.
All programs are just that: Programmed.
No one on the Grid chooses their destiny.
Until now.
Today your future is up to you.
Mechanic or Renegade... who will you be?
I have left you a single code key that can disable them,
but you can't be in two places at once.
Here. Make sure Zed and Mara are safe.
- What are you gonna do? - I'll think of something.
On one end of the city over Argon square,
Tron is waiting for you in a compressor room with a bomb on his back.
While far away, your friends are locked in a crane high over the docks
in the same explosive predicament.
No matter what you do, someone will not survive.
So with time running out, I have to ask...
who will you save?
- Able! - Help us!
- Tron. - Quickly! Get it off of me,
- and we can still rescue your friends. - It's already taken care of.
Able's on his way now get them with the code key.
Come on.
What... what's the matter, Able?!
Yeah, get them off of us!
I should have known it. The key's no good!
- It was a trick. - A trick? Whose trick?
Will you please stop jabbering?
I can barely think straight.
- There we go. Bypassed. - Excellent work, Beck.
Don't thank me... thank Bodhi.
Going somewhere?
You pick him over your friends... how predictable.
If my friends are hurt, I will derez you with my bare...
Finally! Some fire! Some vigor!
Your friends aren't hurt, you idiot. They're dead.
You killed them when you decided to rescue Tron instead.
Wait. Where's the code key?
This is spectacular!
You've sent someone else to retrieve your friends.
Admit it... he's beaten you, Cyrus.
Wrong! You don't have a clue what he's done!
What does that mean? What did you do?
Tell me!
Look at him panicking.
He's failed you, just like he's failed them.
No. You're my only failure!
Liar!
Go! Help Able!
Go!
I should have done this a long time ago.
You took the words right out of my mouth.
Come on!
Say it! Say I'm stronger than you!
- Say I'm smarter! - No.
I want you to perish with the words on your lips.
Tell me I deserve to be your successor. Call me...
Tron!
- Never. - Say it!
How predictable.
No. Ohh...
No!
Got it!
Able, you still haven't told us how we ended up here.
Yeah, who did this to us?
With all that's happened,
I'm surprised you haven't figured it out already.
The program who attacked you is...
Able!
Run!!!
Able!
Zed...
Is she okay?
- She may need help. - Is she okay?
Oh. You're alive.
There he is! That's him!
He did this!
He killed Able.
What? Mara, no!
He did this! He killed Able!
It's the Renegade! It's the killer!
Able... No, wait!
Get him!
You've been nothing but trouble!
We don't need you!
Go on! Leave us alone!
Able's gone.
The city's against you.
Your friends blame you for it all.
And it's only going to get worse.
I know.
And I'm ready.