The Grid: Accessing archived data.
Everyone is overjoyed when a visitor comes to town...
Oh, not him.
( chuckling ) Dyson! What a wonderful surprise!
The Grid: Tron remembers Dyson fondly...
Thanks.
Anytime, old friend.
Now.
Flynn, go. Dyson!
I trusted you!
The Grid: And Beck realizes Tron is interested in more than a reunion.
I’m not letting you kill for revenge.
( groaning, thuds )
Tron: I didn't ask your permission.
( grunting )
( breathing heavily )
( crunches )
( Beck grunts )
Beck: Where are you going, Tron?
( thunder crackles )
( foreboding music )
( engine revving )
Beck: Come on, Tron!
This isn't you!
( tires screeching )
( engine revs )
( grunts )
Enough!
( grunts )
Enough!
( theme music )
( engine revs )
( Beck grunts )
( whooshes )
( grunting )
Oh! Oh!
Beck: Whoa.
( beeping )
( engine roaring )
Tesler: You had simple orders.
Give Dyson a tour.
Make sure it goes smoothly.
So why didn't it?
There was a minor security lapse.
But Dyson was unharmed.
Fortunately, I was there
to stop The Renegade from claiming his target.
If I hear one more mention of The--
Dyson: Mention of whom?
Uh, no one, no one important.
Dyson!
So glad to see you're treating my ship...
as your ship. (chuckles)
Is, uh, there a problem, Tesler?
( laughing ) Not at all. Why would you say that?
Because I sense a surprising lack of control
over the city.
It might be necessary for me to stick around a while longer...
Maybe indefinitely.
Besides, I’m looking forward to meeting this, uh...
Renegade.
But we'll never catch him if we're always sitting around on the job,
will we?
Doesn't this tour come with guides?
- ( growling ) - I’ll handle it.
There won't be any more trouble.
Hmm.
Dyson: So, how long is Tesler going to keep on pretending
he can handle this renegade, hm?
- Permission to speak candidly? - Hmm.
He's shiftier than we gave him credit for,
but hardly a threat.
( alarm blaring )
Dyson: Hardly a threat?
Uh, you'll forgive me if I no longer trust your word on that.
I’ll... be right back.
The Grid: Warning. Cooling failure.
Overload imminent.
( foreboding music )
( coughing )
( groaning )
( panting )
Reeve?
Reeve!
Hang tight until I can figure a way out of here!
The Grid: Executing repurposing protocol.
Stand by for code extraction.
Reeve!
( whooshing )
No!
( gasps )
( groaning )
Dyson.
What have you done?
( whooshing )
Dyson: Hello...
Old friend.
You found me.
I guess I should congratulate you.
Beck: I was trained by the best.
( grunts )
You being here doesn't change anything.
I’m still gonna finish what I came to do.
And I’ll still stop you.
Beck: Come with me. We can get Dyson's disc the right way.
Without derezzing him.
Please.
- ( yells ) - ( grunts )
( pants )
- ( yells ) - ( both grunting )
( groans )
My disc!
The cuffs work on a timer.
By the time they unlock, Dyson will be dead.
Beck: Tron!
Don't end the revolution before it has a chance to start!
( alarm blaring )
The Grid: Danger. Pressure level critical.
Prepare to evacuate.
- ( Pavel chuckling ) - The Grid: Danger.
- Please evacuate immediately. - Ooh!
( screams ) That really hurt!
Trying to cause an overload?
( stammering ) No... I found them like this.
It must have been The Renegade.
Don't insult me.
Paige: You've been trying to undermine Tesler
- since the moment Dyson landed. - The Grid: Reactor stabilizing.
Pavel: Lies!
I have proof on my disc.
How about I show Tesler?
How fast do you think he'd throw you into The Games?
Wait. Isn't it obvious?
Tesler's on his way out.
And when he goes down,
his most loyal soldiers are taking the plunge with him.
But it doesn't have to be that way! Not for us!
You really wanna form a secret alliance with me?
Maybe.
It is amazing
how you keep finding new ways to disgust me.
Oh. And no.
( grunting )
( straining )
Dyson: Renegade...
I know you're here.
Why don't you come out?
You see me . I’m not hiding.
( chuckles )
So you've tricked a meager few into thinking you're Tron.
We both know that's a lie.
Dyson: You're just playing dress-up,
wearing a dead program's...
( beeping )
...emblem!
( explosions )
The Grid: Please proceed to nearest exit.
( both yell )
( grunts )
( yells )
( grunts )
( panting )
( electricity crackling )
Everyone else screams. Why doesn't he?
He's Tron.
Tron?
( Tron grunts )
Dyson: You haven't said a word. ( laughs )
I’m starting to think you don't like me anymore.
- What have you done to them? - Dyson: Who?
Oh, our team.
Um, it's just Clu's latest project.
He calls it, uh, "repurposing."
How many have you repurposed?
Dyson: Well, under your command? Everyone.
You are Flynn's last soldier...
old friend.
( roars, pants )
If I’m next, then get it over with already.
Dyson: No. Repurposing is crude.
Leaves little of the personality intact.
I’d rather you'd join Clu willingly.
- Never. - Are you blind?
By overthrowing Flynn, Clu will bring order to The Grid!
Only through perfection can all programs be truly liberated!
You're delusional, Dyson.
Clu didn't improve your face...
He made you harder to look at!
I didn't wanna do this, but you forced my hand.
( Tron grunts )
I am going to show you what it's like...
to be imperfect.
( Tron groaning )
Take him to the throne ship.
- ( gasps ) - ( Tron groans )
Clu: Rejoice, my soldiers!
You have been repurposed into a supreme army!
( crowd cheering )
Clu: Together we will cleanse The Grid of imperfection!
Together we will wipe out the agents that dare us!
How...
( crashing )
Goodbye...
old friend.
( panting )
( both grunting )
( grunting continues )
( yells )
( Tron yells )
( groaning )
Show yourself, Renegade!
I’d like to see you before you're cubes!
Come on, Renegade!
Dyson: Tron wouldn't have given up this easily.
( grunts )
( creaking )
( Beck grunts )
( whooshes )
( grunts )
( Beck yells )
( grunts )
( panting )
( Beck grunting )
( Dyson groans, grunts )
Dyson: No!
No, it's not possible!
I watched you die!
You watched me die?
I’ll watch you die!
( Beck grunts )
( groans )
Dyson: You may have escaped,
but it's not much of a life, is it, Tron?
Dyson: Let me guess.
You live in a cave, feeding from your own Energy source.
Normal programs just get tired without energy,
but not you... You'll die without it.
That was my gift.
A modification I added to your code as a safeguard.
I can fix you, make you perfect again,
if you'll join us, join Clu!
I’d rather stay like this forever than be a puppet of a tyrant!
( roars )
( grunts )
No. Tron.
( grunts, panting )
( beeps, whirring )
Who are you?
The name's Cyrus.
I’m a friend.
You... you work for Dyson! For Clu!
Not anymore.
Now jump!
( explosion )
( groaning )
Hey, stay with me.
That's it. We're going to be all right.
Who did this?
Why?
We can't let your revolution end before it has a chance to start.
( Dyson grunts, pants )
You're only alive for one reason...
To deliver a message.
( panting )
Paige: Sir, I've lost track of Dyson.
I take full responsibility.
It's a shame she let you down, your excellency.
Tesler: What are you talking about?
Paige, you've outdone yourself.
Wait. Did Dyson leave Argon?
Long gone, quaking in fear.
I should have you two work together more often.
( light music )
Beck: It was never about getting Dyson's disc, was it?
No.
We both know what I was looking for.
But you helped me find my way.
I owe you thanks...
and an apology.
So, does that mean I get time off?
( Tron laughs ) What do you think?
( thunder crackling )
Dyson: I've just returned from Argon with a message from an old friend.
I saw him with my own eyes.
Tron lives.
Clu: Interesting.
Who else knows about this?
( Guard grunts )
Dyson: Nobody.
Only us.
Good.
Let's keep it that way.
( closing theme music )