Tron: Uprising s01e09 Episode Script
Scars, part 1
Accessing archive data Clu seized control of the Grid.
And left Tron for dead.
But Tron survived barely.
That healing chamber is the only thing - holding these scars at bay.
- Tron! Meanwhile, the Renegade continues to fascinate the public I wonder if he's really Tron, like they're saying.
and becomes a major torn in Tesler's side.
Do whatever you have to do but bring me the Renegade! Accessing ship manifest.
Entree granted.
Priority clearance.
Dyson.
Vessel clear.
Who is that? And why don't we have one of those ships? - Not that we need one.
- We don't.
Oh, not him that vile, two-faced phony.
Dyson! What a wonderful surprise! - To what do we owe this pleasure? - I think you know.
I'm here to fire you condemn you to the games.
I'm joking, of course.
Just a customary review of our satellite ops.
I doubt I'll see anything to warrant that.
Oh.
And there's also the matter of the the what's his name? Renegade? He's nothing.
A minor nuisance.
Odd, because Clu hears different.
Well, I'll have to see for myself.
I think I like him as much as I like the Renegade.
I want you both glued to Dyson every moment he's here.
Make sure his visit is brief and uneventful.
Your target.
Take a good look.
I could have surveilled him myself.
You didn't have to come out here.
He must be pretty important.
All you need to know is that he's Clu's highest-ranking soldier, - and the deadliest.
- Copy that.
So what's our plan? Dyson has vital intel on Clu, so you're going to capture him, bring him to the hideout where I'll extract it from him.
Well, wouldn't it make more sense for me to just get his disc? If I bring him to the lair, he'll see our operation, see you we'd have to de-rez him.
Which is a bad thing.
Right? - Right? - I have bigger plans for Dyson, and there's a reason you don't know the details.
You just have to get him.
Unless you can't handle that.
It's not how I'd do it, but you're Tron.
I just wear the suit.
Your scar you've been away from the healing chamber too long.
Funny I hadn't noticed.
Just once Dyson, I wish you'd come to me when you don't have bad news.
But then I wouldn't be doing my job.
Let me guess.
Another disturbance in the ISO district.
Every since the ISOs showed up, it's been one incident after the next.
You're talking like we've never had security problems before.
Programs are written to be competitive.
ISO outbreaks in progress.
But it's different with them.
Nobody knows what these ISOs are.
- They've got the whole city on edge.
- And it's time to take the edge off.
Assemble our team.
Apparently the locals don't like ISOs moving into their neighborhood, so we're going to show them that there's room on the Grid for everyone.
Slap a few wrists, send a few programs home All in a cycle's work.
How would you know, Reeve? You've never worked a cycle in your life.
I want the crowd dispersed peacefully.
Under no circumstances are you to draw your discs.
Understood? - You want us to go in unarmed? - For ISOs? What shall we stop the mob with? A group hug? In case you had cubes in our ears.
That was an order! Now get moving, programs! On the double! - Thanks.
- Anytime, old friend.
Freaks! Go back to the sea you crawled out of! This is our home too.
- It's Tron.
- It's him! Look at yourselves! Flynn intended the Grid for all programs to be shared freely! Don't dishonor his vision through violence.
ISOs! It was them! No.
No! De-rez!!! Stay back! Get back! No discs! Tron said no discs! Dyson! Pull back! Dyson! Dyson Welcome to Argon old friend.
- Let's go again.
- Again? But we've done this simulation four times.
That's not enough.
Again! Yes, sir.
I can hear you.
Focus.
Reloading simulation.
Extraction mode declined.
Rendering Dyson level.
Calibrating for maximum difficulty.
Reconfiguring.
Finish him! A quaint little burg.
I wonder why Tesler's having so much trouble getting it in line.
Hmm.
Seems like Tesler's on shaky ground.
You don't think Clu's considering demoting him? No, me neither.
Of course, anything goes when you're at the top.
Don't you find politics fascinating? Nothing you say is fascinating.
Don't be coy.
You're ambitious too.
Think about how far up the ladder we could climb if we had each other's backs.
Can you imagine what you and I could do together? I can, and it makes me sick.
Oops.
ISOs like a disease that keeps spreading.
Dyson, stay on mission.
I'm just here to work with Flynn.
I need you to keep this area safe.
Look at them.
Their light lines it's not right! And they were never written.
They serve no purpose! Dyson! We don't know who threw the first disc that day.
I do.
Them.
- Clu.
- I see Flynn's on time.
As usual.
There he is now.
Aren't you both a sight for sore eyes? We are on the eve of something big.
And the key the key is the ISOs.
Yes.
ISOs.
There's been more unrest.
To, uh, put it mildly.
- Now, Clu - Flynn.
I, um I'm one of your security programs.
Dyson.
I know.
I want you to do something about those ISOs.
They pervert the Grid, and they need to be erased from it.
You should know Dyson sustained that injury in the line of duty.
I understand your need for justice.
But ISOs have just as much a right to be here as anyone.
The Grid created them not me.
Now who's ready to alter the fabric of existence as we know it? Gravity reversal initiated.
Gravity restored.
Look, I know you have your secret plan that I don't know about.
But I figured that if you saw I could get your disc, you'd know I could get Dyson's.
I don't want cheap gimmicks! I want Dyson! Don't come back until he's your prisoner.
- So, that's it? - No! If you pull a stunt like that again, you're out! I'll wage this revolution without you! Sir, I know general Tesler is eager for you to see the energy plant.
All in good time.
I like to get a feel for the, uh, public.
You seem nervous about something.
- It's not the Renegade business, is it? - Him? Of course not.
I can assure you the Renegade is a non-issue.
Well, except for that time he beheaded Clu's statue and blew it up.
My colleague gets carried away.
At best, the Renegade is a petty vandal.
- What is it? - Oh A smoke bomb.
It's harmless up there, but down here it would have left us an easy target.
For what, I wonder? Scour the area! Whoever did this could still be nearby.
There's only one program who could have done this.
Let me guess.
Your petty vandal? My colleague is being modest.
The Renegade has actually built quite a reputation.
Some even say he's Tron.
Oh! Believe me, he's not Tron.
I was there when Tron and Flynn nearly destroyed the Grid.
- You knew Tron? - Knew him? Ha! I watched him die.
Flynn! Am I still to create the perfect system? Yeah.
Now.
Flynn, go.
You failed, Clu.
Flynn will vanish, disappear into the Grid! He's the creator! He can go wherever he wants.
It was you I'm after.
Without the mighty Tron, the creator will fall - and Clu will rise.
- Dyson! What do you think, Tron? I made Dyson perfect again.
Dyson I trusted you! He betrayed us! You're wrong.
Flynn betrayed us Betrayed all of us.
Now Clu is free to cleanse the Grid of the ISOs.
I told you not to come back empty-handed.
Just answer me one question.
Is this about fighting the revolution, or de-rezzing Dyson? This isn't your battle.
Stay out of it! Hey.
I don't care what you do to me I'm not letting you kill for revenge.
I didn't ask your permission.
And left Tron for dead.
But Tron survived barely.
That healing chamber is the only thing - holding these scars at bay.
- Tron! Meanwhile, the Renegade continues to fascinate the public I wonder if he's really Tron, like they're saying.
and becomes a major torn in Tesler's side.
Do whatever you have to do but bring me the Renegade! Accessing ship manifest.
Entree granted.
Priority clearance.
Dyson.
Vessel clear.
Who is that? And why don't we have one of those ships? - Not that we need one.
- We don't.
Oh, not him that vile, two-faced phony.
Dyson! What a wonderful surprise! - To what do we owe this pleasure? - I think you know.
I'm here to fire you condemn you to the games.
I'm joking, of course.
Just a customary review of our satellite ops.
I doubt I'll see anything to warrant that.
Oh.
And there's also the matter of the the what's his name? Renegade? He's nothing.
A minor nuisance.
Odd, because Clu hears different.
Well, I'll have to see for myself.
I think I like him as much as I like the Renegade.
I want you both glued to Dyson every moment he's here.
Make sure his visit is brief and uneventful.
Your target.
Take a good look.
I could have surveilled him myself.
You didn't have to come out here.
He must be pretty important.
All you need to know is that he's Clu's highest-ranking soldier, - and the deadliest.
- Copy that.
So what's our plan? Dyson has vital intel on Clu, so you're going to capture him, bring him to the hideout where I'll extract it from him.
Well, wouldn't it make more sense for me to just get his disc? If I bring him to the lair, he'll see our operation, see you we'd have to de-rez him.
Which is a bad thing.
Right? - Right? - I have bigger plans for Dyson, and there's a reason you don't know the details.
You just have to get him.
Unless you can't handle that.
It's not how I'd do it, but you're Tron.
I just wear the suit.
Your scar you've been away from the healing chamber too long.
Funny I hadn't noticed.
Just once Dyson, I wish you'd come to me when you don't have bad news.
But then I wouldn't be doing my job.
Let me guess.
Another disturbance in the ISO district.
Every since the ISOs showed up, it's been one incident after the next.
You're talking like we've never had security problems before.
Programs are written to be competitive.
ISO outbreaks in progress.
But it's different with them.
Nobody knows what these ISOs are.
- They've got the whole city on edge.
- And it's time to take the edge off.
Assemble our team.
Apparently the locals don't like ISOs moving into their neighborhood, so we're going to show them that there's room on the Grid for everyone.
Slap a few wrists, send a few programs home All in a cycle's work.
How would you know, Reeve? You've never worked a cycle in your life.
I want the crowd dispersed peacefully.
Under no circumstances are you to draw your discs.
Understood? - You want us to go in unarmed? - For ISOs? What shall we stop the mob with? A group hug? In case you had cubes in our ears.
That was an order! Now get moving, programs! On the double! - Thanks.
- Anytime, old friend.
Freaks! Go back to the sea you crawled out of! This is our home too.
- It's Tron.
- It's him! Look at yourselves! Flynn intended the Grid for all programs to be shared freely! Don't dishonor his vision through violence.
ISOs! It was them! No.
No! De-rez!!! Stay back! Get back! No discs! Tron said no discs! Dyson! Pull back! Dyson! Dyson Welcome to Argon old friend.
- Let's go again.
- Again? But we've done this simulation four times.
That's not enough.
Again! Yes, sir.
I can hear you.
Focus.
Reloading simulation.
Extraction mode declined.
Rendering Dyson level.
Calibrating for maximum difficulty.
Reconfiguring.
Finish him! A quaint little burg.
I wonder why Tesler's having so much trouble getting it in line.
Hmm.
Seems like Tesler's on shaky ground.
You don't think Clu's considering demoting him? No, me neither.
Of course, anything goes when you're at the top.
Don't you find politics fascinating? Nothing you say is fascinating.
Don't be coy.
You're ambitious too.
Think about how far up the ladder we could climb if we had each other's backs.
Can you imagine what you and I could do together? I can, and it makes me sick.
Oops.
ISOs like a disease that keeps spreading.
Dyson, stay on mission.
I'm just here to work with Flynn.
I need you to keep this area safe.
Look at them.
Their light lines it's not right! And they were never written.
They serve no purpose! Dyson! We don't know who threw the first disc that day.
I do.
Them.
- Clu.
- I see Flynn's on time.
As usual.
There he is now.
Aren't you both a sight for sore eyes? We are on the eve of something big.
And the key the key is the ISOs.
Yes.
ISOs.
There's been more unrest.
To, uh, put it mildly.
- Now, Clu - Flynn.
I, um I'm one of your security programs.
Dyson.
I know.
I want you to do something about those ISOs.
They pervert the Grid, and they need to be erased from it.
You should know Dyson sustained that injury in the line of duty.
I understand your need for justice.
But ISOs have just as much a right to be here as anyone.
The Grid created them not me.
Now who's ready to alter the fabric of existence as we know it? Gravity reversal initiated.
Gravity restored.
Look, I know you have your secret plan that I don't know about.
But I figured that if you saw I could get your disc, you'd know I could get Dyson's.
I don't want cheap gimmicks! I want Dyson! Don't come back until he's your prisoner.
- So, that's it? - No! If you pull a stunt like that again, you're out! I'll wage this revolution without you! Sir, I know general Tesler is eager for you to see the energy plant.
All in good time.
I like to get a feel for the, uh, public.
You seem nervous about something.
- It's not the Renegade business, is it? - Him? Of course not.
I can assure you the Renegade is a non-issue.
Well, except for that time he beheaded Clu's statue and blew it up.
My colleague gets carried away.
At best, the Renegade is a petty vandal.
- What is it? - Oh A smoke bomb.
It's harmless up there, but down here it would have left us an easy target.
For what, I wonder? Scour the area! Whoever did this could still be nearby.
There's only one program who could have done this.
Let me guess.
Your petty vandal? My colleague is being modest.
The Renegade has actually built quite a reputation.
Some even say he's Tron.
Oh! Believe me, he's not Tron.
I was there when Tron and Flynn nearly destroyed the Grid.
- You knew Tron? - Knew him? Ha! I watched him die.
Flynn! Am I still to create the perfect system? Yeah.
Now.
Flynn, go.
You failed, Clu.
Flynn will vanish, disappear into the Grid! He's the creator! He can go wherever he wants.
It was you I'm after.
Without the mighty Tron, the creator will fall - and Clu will rise.
- Dyson! What do you think, Tron? I made Dyson perfect again.
Dyson I trusted you! He betrayed us! You're wrong.
Flynn betrayed us Betrayed all of us.
Now Clu is free to cleanse the Grid of the ISOs.
I told you not to come back empty-handed.
Just answer me one question.
Is this about fighting the revolution, or de-rezzing Dyson? This isn't your battle.
Stay out of it! Hey.
I don't care what you do to me I'm not letting you kill for revenge.
I didn't ask your permission.