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Everyone is overjoyed when a visitor comes to town.
Oh, not him...
Dyson! What a wonderful surprise!
Tron remembers Dyson fondly.
- Thanks. - Anytime, old friend.
- Now! - Flynn, go!
Dyson... I trusted you!
And Beck realizes Tron is interested in more than reunion.
I'm not letting you kill for revenge.
I didn't ask your permission.
Where're you going, Tron?
Come on, Tron. This isn't you!
Enough!
S01E10 - Scars, Part 2
Whoa.
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 him...
Mention... of whom?
Oh, no one important.
Dyson. So glad to see you're treating my ship...
as your ship.
Is there a problem, Tesler?
Not at all. Why would you say that?
Because I sense 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... 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?
I'll handle it. There won't be any more trouble.
So, how long is Tesler going to keep on pretending
he can handle this Renegade? Hm?
- Permission to speak candidly? - Hm.
He's shiftier than we gave him credit for,
but hardly a threat.
"Hardly a threat".
You'll forgive me if I no longer trust your word in that.
I'll be right back.
Warning: Cooling failure. Overload imminent.
Reeve?
Reeve?!
Hang tight until I can figure a way out of here!
Executing "repurposing" protocol.
Standby for code extraction.
Reeve!
No!
Dyson.
What have you done?
Hello...
...old friend.
You've found me.
- I guess I should congratulate you. - I was trained by the best.
You being here doesn't change anything.
I'm still gonna finish what I came to do.
And I'll still stop you.
Come with me. We can get Dyson's disc the right way.
Without derezzing him.
Please.
My disc!
The cuffs work on a timer.
By the time they unlock, Dyson will be dead.
Tron!
Don't end the revolution before it has a chance to start.
Danger: Pressure level critical.
Prepare to evacuate.
Danger. Please evacuate...
- That really hurt! - Trying to cause an overload?
No... I found them like this...
- It must've been the Renegade. - Don't insult me.
You're trying to undermine Tesler since the moment Dyson landed.
- 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.
Renegade. I know you're here.
Why don't you come out?
You see me. I'm not hiding.
So you tricked a meagre few into thinking you're Tron.
We both know that's a lie.
You're just playing dress up, wearing a dead program's...
emblem!
Please proceed to nearest exit.
Everyone else screams. Why doesn't he?
- He's Tron. - Tron...
You haven't said a word.
I'm starting to think you don't like me anymore.
- What have you done to them? - Who?
Oh... our team.
That's just Clu's latest project.
He calls it... repurposing.
- How many have you repurposed? - Under your command?
Everyone.
You are Flynn's last soldier,
old friend.
If I'm next, then get it over with already.
No. Repurposing is cruel, leaves little of the personality intact.
I'd rather you 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.
I am going to show you what it's like...
to be imperfect.
Take him to the throne ship.
Oh God...
Rejoice, my soldiers.
You have been repurposed into a supreme party.
Together we'll cleanse the Grid from imperfection!
Together we will bring down the agents of terror!
No!
Goodbye, old friend.
Show yourself, Renegade.
I'd like to see you before you're cubes.
Come on, Renegade!
Tron wouldn't have given up this easily.
No!
No, it's not possible!
I watched you die!
You watched me die.
I'll watch you die!
You may have escaped. But it's not much of a life, is it, Tron?
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 for ever than be a puppet of a tyrant!
No! Tron.
- Who are you? - My name is Cyrus.
- I'm a friend. - You... you work for Dyson!
For Clu!
Not anymore. Now, jump!
Hey, stay with me. That's it.
You're gonna be alright.
You did this... Why?
I can't let your revolution end before it has a chance to start.
You're only alive for one reason.
To deliver a message.
Sir, I've lost track of Dyson.
I take full responsibility.
It's a shame she let you down, your excellency.
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.
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?
What do you think?
I've just returned from Argon, with a message from an old friend.
I saw him with my own eyes.
Tron lives.
Interesting.
Who else... knows about this?
Nobody.
Only us.
Good. Let's keep it that way.