Accessing archived data...
Clu engineers a new toy.
What does it do? The project?
You'll see, soon enough.
While the Renegade enlists an ally.
I need recruits.
Will you spread the word?
Count on it.
Tron lives!
But loses a friend.
Run!
- He killed Able. - What?
- Mara, no! - He killed Able!
Able's dead. Just doesn't seem real.
Well, get used to it.
Because it is real. And it's the Renegade's fault.
Come on, we don't know that.
He did it, Zed. He kidnapped us and he blew up
the crane with Able inside it.
- Just like he blew up that shop. - And part of the garage.
Yes.- You see that? Even Bit can put it together.
So why can't you? Or do you need the Renegade
to walk in here and tell you himself?
I'm with Zed. It makes no sense.
And how would you know, Beck?
You weren't there. You're never there!
- No one said it would be easy. - But she blames the Renegade.
- Then convince her she's wrong. - You don't know Mara.
I know you.
- Hey, I wasn't finished... - Beck.
Tron!
S01E19 - Terminal
Plasma density 64%.
Come on... hang on, Tron!
Full system collapse imminent.
Think, Beck, think...
Power increasing.
Don't give up, Tron! You can do it! Fight!
Warning. Power consumption entering red zone.
Plasma density 106%.
Tron!
- Hey. - It's no use.
Don't say that. We'll build a stronger tank.
It won't make a difference, Beck. I'm...
I'm... dying.
The damage done to me by Cyrus was far more extensive
than I first thought. It's compromised my healing ability.
I can't fight this off anymore.
The virus is... eating me alive.
Well, I won't let it. I won't lose you and Able both.
Beck, I can't be saved. We need to prepare for the inevitable.
How much time do you have left?
Two cycles, maybe three at the most.
You are Tron now. The uprising depends on it.
Huh...?!
Sorry, you okay?
Yeah. I thought I could do this.
But, now I'm not so sure I'm ready.
What's the rush? Able's locker can wait.
When the time is right, you'll know it.
In the meantime, it'll be like Able's still here.
- Like he's watching over us. - Thanks, Zed.
- Your disc or your life. - You were saying?
You think that's funny?
Get up and I'll show you what hilarious feels like.
You haven't lost a step, have you?
You're still the best I ever fought beside.
Do I know you?
Cutler!
- It's good to see you, old friend. - It's good to see you.
- What are you doing in Argon? - I came here to warn you.
Clu's on his way with a powerful new weapon.
But I know how to stop him.
How?
Not here. You need to get word to Tron.
Tell him I know how we can ambush Clu.
Tell him to meet me at the docks at the start of the next cycle.
- Right on time, Cutler. - Tron.
Beck told you were back in Argon.
I'm glad. The resistance needs more programs like yourself.
Now let's talk about this ambush you've planned.
Of course. It's simple, really.
No.
It all starts with your surrender.
- Clu repurposed you. - Clu showed me the light.
It's time to come home, Tron!
You don't have to die...
At least we agree on something.
- Sir. - Wait for it.
Climb! Climb!
Jumper Jumper overload.
Stay on him!
Weapons systems online. Target locked.
We fire on your command.
Cutler: No. We take him alive.
I said I want him alive!
Force him into the open. Take down that ridge.
Enough!
You won't take me alive, Cutler.
As I said before, I expect you to surrender.
- And why would I do that? - Because you're dying.
We all know you're hiding a face full of scars
under that mask of yours.
Which is why Clu sent me here with this machine.
To save you. We can heal you, Tron.
All you need to do is join me.
Don't count on it.
Come to the docks when you change your mind.
I'll be waiting!
But is Cutler telling the truth?
- Can he really save you? - Computer Sterilizing...
If that machine is what I fear it is, mobile repurposing unit.
Computer Unable to delete virus.
Wait... he's going to save you by turning you into one of his drones?
All programs must be wiped clean before repurposing can begin.
When the machine extracts my existing code,
it will also extract the virus that damaged it.
But what if I interrupted the procedure right there?
- Would you be okay? - System collapse...
- Possibly. - Then we have to try.
If you don't get me out in time,
I will become Clu's greatest weapon against you.
But if I do... you'll be back to full strength.
You'll be Clu's worst nightmare. What are we waiting for?
You're beginning to sound like me.
Stop. I'm done talking about it.
The Renegade is responsible for Able's death.
You can't change my mind, Zed.
But according to you, Tron is the Renegade.
Why would Tron kidnap us? We're on his side...
It makes no sense, okay? But even if you're right,
even if it wasn't the Renegade who kidnapped us,
Able is still gone, because Tron, or the Renegade,
or whatever he wants to call himself didn't come to his rescue.
That's what makes him responsible, Zed.
And I won't just forgive and forget.
Not this time. Able's memory deserves better than that...
Recognizers. I hate Recognizers.
I'm all broken up inside over your loss.
But time to move on.
In light of recent unrests, this repair facility is
now under military control. Welcome to my house of pain.
I'll be in my office.
No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No.
Shut up!
Somebody clean this mess up.
This is wrong. We need help.
Oh, how about the Renegade?
Oh wait, that good-for-nothing hero is nowhere to be found.
Guys, we can't expect the Renegade to fight all our battles.
He can't everywhere at once.
Which is probably why he couldn't save Able.
You're right. But maybe we could have.
Cutler!
You've made the right choice, Tron.
And by the looks of it, just in time.
Perfection awaits you.
Initiating cleansing.
Sir?
Computer Preparing for code extraction.
Data removal commencing.
Hold your positions.
Cleansing complete. Countdown to repurposing
in five... four...
three... two... one.
Repurposing commencing.
Tron!
And you must be the Renegade.
I don't think we've met.
Wait!
He's mine.
Tron.
It's me. I'm okay.
- Shouldn't you be taking it easy? - This is me taking it easy.
Come on. This way.
Tron!
Good news: I'm healed.
Bad news: I'm healed.
Where are you going? We can repurpose you, too.
You're fighting on the wrong side. The revolution needs you!
You're right. But it's Clu's revolution, not yours.
So long, Renegade. It's been real.
Cutler, wake up!
Beck! What's...?
What's happening to me?
No!
You're rejecting your repurposing. Remember who you are!
- Stay back! Both of you! - Beck, don't!
Clu demands your deletion! Clu dem...
- Fight it, Cutler! - I... can't...
Beck, we're running out of time.
I'm... sorry, Beck...
- Beck, we need to go, now. - No, I can save him.
Come on!
Beck!
Can you get free?
I almost got it. Just need more time.
They were in the main thruster. They should be close.
We don't have more time.
Give me the disc! It's Tron they're after.
I'll lead them away while you get free.
Hold it right there!
Hey, everyone! Check it out!
You idiots, why aren't you derezzing him?
Clear the way! Move it.
Move program.
If you want Tron...
you'll have to go through me.
Will someone kill her already?
And me.
- Me too. - And me.
From now on we protect each other.
Tell your boss we're done letting one program fight our battles.
Welcome to the house of pain.
You're all fired!
The uprising has begun.
What is that ship doing in my city?
I want answers and I want them now.
Where did that monstrosity come from, and why didn't I know about it?
I don't know, General. But if I had to guess...
Clu.
We're entering Argon now, sir.
Good.