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1x01 - Beck's Beginning

Hidden away inside a computer exists another world.

Its creator designed it for games.

But it became so much more.

He called it the Grid...

A digital utopia filled with infinite possibilities.

He built a digital copy of himself named Clu

to help create the perfect system.

And he relied on the hero Tron to keep it free

for all programs who live there.

But in his thirst for power, Clu betrayed his creator.

Flynn, go.

Tron fought back.

Clu was too powerful and left him for dead.

Aah!

Clu dispatched his armies and seized absolute control.

Now in a far off corner of the Grid,

A young program decides Clu must be stopped.

His name is Beck.

Could he be the next Tron?

You know, you're not Tron.

Never said I was.

Who are you?

Name's Beck.

You really thought you could get away with what you did back there?

I did get away with it.

Oh, great.

Doesn't look like it to me.

Aah!

Whoa!

You're a long way from home, program.

You're not afraid.

No.

You should be.

So, Beck...

What made you decide to go renegade?

If you think I'm the renegade, there's no point in talking.

Then don't talk. I'll let you show me.

You work here?

Yeah.

But you wanna know why I did what I did?

It all began there... Able's garage.

Hey, Beck, you coming? I want that rematch.

Hang on, Bodie. Here, try it with this.

Didn't realize you were in such a rush to get beat.

It never felt like work.

But that's probably 'cause I was doing it with my friends.

- Show-off. - Just using my natural talents.

Looks like showing off to me.

Or he's afraid of the rematch.

Why would he be? You've never won.

Yet, Zed, yet.

There. Now we can go.

Now I may be a young program,

but I've been on the Grid long enough to know that I had it good.

Abel's garage is not just a job, it's my home.

The only thing I enjoyed more than the job

were the disc games we'd get into after.

Ha. Not bad, Bodie. Looks like you've been practicing.

I don't need to practice for you, Beck.

Looks like you do.

Female voice: Player two defeated. Game over.

Do you wish to play again?

- Best you can do? - I'm just warming up, Beck.

That's what I like about you, Bodie. You don't give up.

Greetings, programs. This is general Tesler.

- That can't be... - Good.

In the name of our great leader Clu,

I now claim Argon city as occupied territory.

Definitely not good.

- If Tron were here... - You mean if Tron were alive.

- Hey, that's our field. - This is our field now.

Hey, you can't do...

Bodie!

No more games.

You don't scare us.

Bodie!

He won't get away with that.

Wanna be next?

Beck, don't. There's nothing we can do.

For now.

You lost a friend. You were angry.

But it sounds like it was his own fault.

It was Clu's fault.

Before he sent Tesler and you goons here, everything was fine.

But now, as it hit me that I would never see Bodie again, it became clear.

I had to do something.

You really thought one program could make a difference?

Why not? One program already did... Tron.

I decided to take on his identity.

Tron saved the Grid before, maybe he could do it again.

Perimeter breach.

Is that Tron?

Inform Tesler.

Destroyed? Who did this?

- We don't know. It looked like... - Who?!

- Tron. - Tron? Clu.

Tron's dead, Tesler. I killed him myself.

Paige, see to it personally. Find him!

Clu's forces didn't deter you.

They tried, but they were amateurs.

I've been riding the streets of Argon long before they came.

They never had a shot.

That was easy.

Doesn't explain how you ended up alone in the outlands.

Turns out they weren't all amateurs.

Now that was a mistake.

So you're Tron? Huh. Thought you'd be taller.

That's it.

What a waste.

They usually don't last this long. Who are you?

You said it yourself. I'm Tron.

Okay, this is a problem.

- There you are. - Here I am.

- Game over, program. - Not yet.

How long are you gonna keep running?

I'm done. My ride's here.

Female voice: Warning. Flight control offline.

Thanks, Bodie.

Come on, come on. Nice.

Flight control restored.

You know, this isn't yours.

I can't wait to see what you've got...

Maybe we should slow things down, get to know each other better.

Impressive. Maybe you should work for me. We'd make quite a team.

I don't like your boss. Maybe you should work for me.

Sorry, don't see a future in that.

That was fun. We should do this again.

Hope you know how to land this thing.

Paige, you're empty-handed. That's unexpected.

- He's good, but he's no Tron. - You seem uncertain.

You heard Clu. Tron's dead.

And soon, this renegade will be, too.

You understand this makes you an enemy of the state.

The state is the enemy.

I see what you're trying to do.

You can dress up like Tron all you want, but he's still dead.

That's what they tell us.

Why do you want programs to think he's alive?

Maybe he is, and maybe if other's think so, too, they'll be braver,

think for themselves some more, not sit still for Clu's rule.

Do you really think if they believe Tron's alive it will inspire a revolution?

I know it will.

We won't be intimidated.

I don't care how strong and powerful your forces are.

You should.

Your actions have consequences.

So does inaction. More slaves, more friends of mine gone!

And nothing I say will stop you?

I won't stop fighting.

Even if it means you'll be derezzed right now?

If it means others will take up my cause... so be it.

Step aside. Let me out.

No.

Then this is the end of both of us.

You won't hurt me.

What makes you so sure?

Because you were right about one thing.

I'm not dead.

Tron. I was right. You're here to help.

- No, I'm here because I need help. - What?

From someone who's committed, and I think you may be just what I'm looking for.

What are you looking for?

The next Tron.

Tron: There's a war raging.

Most programs don't even know it's happening.

Clu's generals have taken over every city on the Grid.

Now, thanks to you, we can bring the fight to him.

Wait, what do you mean me? What do I do?

You're special. I saw what you did tonight.

You have a gift, Beck.

A gift? I'm an okay mechanic. That's my gift.

See, that thing with the statue, it was nothing.

It was a one-time deal.

It's a revolution, Beck. You must finish what's begun.

Why can't you finish it? You were the one programmed to secure the Grid.

Don't you think I want to?

I can't.

Clu betrayed me, left me with scars that will never heal.

He took everything from me...

Everything but my name.

I need you to help me carry on that name,

show everyone that as long as Tron lives, there is still hope.

I'm sorry, but what I did, I don't know why I did it.

But I'm not special. I'm just like everyone else.

- Do you truly believe that? - Yeah.

Then the war is already lost.

There, movement down below.

Good eye, your excellency. But whatever it was, it's gone.

Find it.

Weather anomaly. Nothing here.

Continue the sweep.

Ah.

Beck...

- Where have you been? - Uh...

Get down to the garage. Something's happening.

This way, program.

Finally. I've been waiting for you.

Well, now I really feel special.

Don't flatter yourself, program. This isn't just for you. It's for everyone.

What happened last night is nothing short of sedition.

If you know this program, turn him in.

Man: It looks like Tron.

As long as he's free... you won't be.

I'm here to announce that Tesler is bringing the games to Argon.

In a few cycles, we will be rounding up volunteers

until this imposter is apprehended.

Now back to work.

- Where'd you get that? - Uh, I... I found it.

He got it from the cabinet where we keep all the tools.

Back to it, program.

- Nice to meet you. - I see the feeling is mutual.

All right, everyone. The soldiers are gone.

Let's get back to work.

Last night of freedom.

This renegade, Tron, whoever he is, he's causing a lot of problems.

Maybe he's just trying to help. Look what they did to Bodie.

And now they're going to do it to all of us because of him.

- I think he's brave. - Really?

Seems kinda cowardly, hiding out his face, letting us suffer.

He's fighting for us.

- And he's kinda handsome. - Handsome?

How do you know? He's in a mask.

- I have a feeling. - Beck, what do you think?

- Is he handsome? - Is he on our side.

- Wait, Zed. - Zed, come on.

Beck, may I speak with you?

Go on without me. I'll catch up with you later.

Did you have anything to do with that statue being destroyed?

No, I was just out for a walk.

I needed some time alone. I was upset about Bodie.

I know. We're all upset about that.

But we can't dwell on what happened,

and you certainly can't act on those feelings.

With Tesler and his soldiers here, we all need to be more careful now.

Things have changed.

Don't worry. It won't happen...

Move back.

Attention programs, I am general Tesler.

I'm here to tell you that you are now volunteering for the games.

What's going on here?

Thank you for your cooperation.

- I thought they had more time. - I decided to move up the schedule.

If you had done your job, none of this would have been necessary.

Woman: Stop! Help us!

Ugh! Beck! Beck!

Attention, programs.

You have been selected for the games.

Please report to the coliseum.

Somebody help us!

- Take it easy. - Be quiet.

Unauthorized disembarkment of light rail

will result in immediate deresolution.

Come back inside. There's nothing we can do.

What was that?

Uh...

Wait, why would you spare me?

Why?

Wrong car.

Now approaching the coliseum.

For your own safety and the safety

of your fellow passengers, please remain seated.

Our attentive staff is currently working to correct this minor delay.

Remain calm. Transport to the coliseum will continue shortly.

- I know where they are. - What?

Your friends, I know where they are.

Front car. Hurry. The others will be back soon.

Programs, leave now!

Quickly!

- It's him! - Come on!

Move! Move! Move!

Come on, keep it moving!

Maybe we should go say hi. You know, thank him.

Or maybe we should live. Go!

Thank you for that.

It was the least I could do. Thank you.

I don't like the effect you're having on my people.

Who do you think you are? Tron?

Forgive me if I don't shake your hand.

You're no Tron. You're nothing!

You think you're helping them,

But trust me, you're only making things more painful.

Those programs I just rescued might disagree.

Look out there.

I've got dozens of cars heading to round up more programs.

You can't save 'em all!

Watch me.

This isn't over.

Told you he wasn't that easy to catch.

Wipe that smirk off your face and find him.

I wanted do this. I have to do this.

- I'm ready. - No, you're not.

But you will be.

Come... we have a lot of work to do...

Tron.