Tron Page #3
- PG
- Year:
- 1982
- 96 min
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PROGRAM (RAM)
Welcome to luxury living.
The new captive looks up, nervous.
CROM:
Uh, thanks, but... I don't even know
what I'm doing here.
RAM:
You believe in the Users?
CROM:
Sure, if I don't have a User, then
who wrote me?
RAM:
That's what you're doing here. Master
Control Program's been snapping up
all us programs who believe...if he
thinks you're useful, he takes over
all your functions so he gets bigger...
an' if he can't use you, he sends you
down here to the Game Grid to get the
bits blasted outta you. What's your name?
CROM:
Crom.
RAM:
I'm Ram. They'll train you for
the games, but ... well, I hope you
make it okay. Hey, what's going on
in the other sectors? I've been stuck
in this Grid for 200 microcycles.
He points to several hash marks on his cell wall.
CROM:
It's murder out there. You can't even
travel around your own microcircuits
without permission from that Master
Control creep. Hauling me down here to
play games...who does he calculate he is?
(holds his head in his hands)
If only Tron was still around...
He looks up as Ram makes a NOISE under his breath. Ram has a strange,
still expression on his face.
CROM:
You ever see that guy in action?
Hundred-percent independent. MCP
couldn't tell him what to --
He stops. Ram is looking over his shoulder.
CROM:
(continuing)
What's wrong? What did I say?
There's a slight noise from cell beyond Ram's.
CUT TO:
24 THE FIGURE AT THE WINDOW 24
It turns slowly, silhouetted by the light from the outer corridor.
reacting. He GASPS and stares.
CROM:
Oh my User...Tron--they've got
you in here?
26 SHOT FROM OVER TRON'S SHOULDER 26
with Ram to one side, smiling slightly, and Crom staring.
TRON:
Not for long, friend.
CUT TO:
27 ELECTRONIC WORLD - EXT. PATHWAYS - SOMEWHERE FAR 27
Here in a maze of complex pathways, we see a lone tank moving along
one of the paths.
28 INT. TANK 28
A lone program sits at the controls. His armor is worn and beaten
and his glow subdued. This is CLU. With his thermos of glowing
coffee and his suicide-jockey manner, he reminds us of a truck
driver on an all-night run.
CLU:
Think we can merge into this mem'ry
okay, good buddy?
A spot of glowing light zips around the tank, stops and expands
into a solid glowing green sphere with the suggestion of a face as
it speaks.
BIT:
(eagerly)
10-4!
As soon as it is finished speaking, it goes back to being pure light.
CLU:
Now, ol' Flynn said to look over
in here ...
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