TRON: Legacy Page #3

Oh, man, still rocking the pager?

(LAUGHS) 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?

- (DOG YELPS)

- What?

(WHINES)

(BARKS)

(DOOR CREAKS)

(MACHINES BEEP AND WHOOSH)

(ROCK MUSIC BLARES)

(SONG CONTINUES

IN THE DISTANCE)

(SONG FINISHES)

(MUSIC BOOMS IN THE DISTANCE)

(SONG CONTINUES

IN THE DISTANCE)

You son of a gun.

Flynn.

Huh.

Let's try the back door.

What were you working on?

LaserControl.

Okay.

(BEEPING)

(WHIRRING)

(GASPS)

(WHOOSHING)

This isn't happening.

(WIND WHISTLES)

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!

MAN:
Not the games, not the games,

not the games, not the games...

What's his problem?

(GROWLS)

- (GASPS)

- Not the games, not the...

Rectify.

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!

(SCREAMS)

No! Wait! Wait!

(BEEPING)

Er, can somebody tell me what the...

Hey, hey. It's got a zipper.

He is different.

This can't be good.

COMPUTER:
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.

SAM:
Games?

Where are you going?

What am I supposed to do?

Survive.

(CROWD ROARS)

COMPUTER:
All combatants,

prepare for disk wars.

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