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Beck finds it harder to maintain his double life...
You want time off? Again?!
I need programs I can count on, Beck.
- You need to go again. - Can't. Got a job, remember?
...as his freedom fighting alter ego finds increasing success.
The Renegade has actually built quite a reputation.
It's him! It's the Renegade!
Some even say he's Tron.
This guy's no Tron. He's a menace!
The curfew is for your protection
and the safety of your fellow programs.
The curfew is for your protection
and the safety of your fellow programs...
Hey, program! You're in violation of curfew!
Surrender immediately!
Come with us.
S01E11 - Grounded
- Is that all of them? - Affirmative.
- Next stop, games. - You're too late!
Come on. Let's just talk about this.
Fine, have it your way.
- Surrender, program. - This better work.
Huh. It worked.
- You're really him! - The one and only.
- You meant Tron, right? - How do I thank you?
Next time don't get caught. And tell your friends.
Wait. Tell them what?
Wait! Tell them what?!
Tron lives, General. It's true.
- Impossible! - But I saw him with my...
Are you calling me a liar?
You're not a liar, Sir. I just...
Pavel, get someone in here to clean this mess up.
Right away, your voraciousness.
There's been too many rumors, too much chatter about this.
"Tron lives." It's time we deliver a message.
Match extended. Now entering triple overtime.
Ahh. I can't take it.
They've been on that platform since we got here.
- It's their nineteenth game! - You've been counting?
Of course I've been counting! It's called "court etiquette."
Where's that Renegade when we really need him?
Maybe he's taking a break. I'm sure he's got friends, too.
Friends? Him?! Seriously, if he were my friend,
I'd still be the first person to turn him in.
Greetings, programs.
I address you now not only as your General
but also as a resident of this magnificent metropolis.
Like all of you, I want nothing more than to see Argon prosper.
I'm afraid we've lost some of our streets to masked vigilantes.
This Renegade has made our city unsafe...
and who has to pay for his relentless campaign of terror?
You. The hardworking citizens of Argon.
These programs were apprehended disobeying curfew...
a curfew put in place because of the Renegade's
selfish, destructive activities.
But I see no reason why they should be punished
for the actions of one malcontent.
Which is why I will exonerate these prisoners
and permanently abolish all curfews...
if the Renegade surrenders himself
in Argon square by the end of this cycle.
Consider it a show of good faith from me,
your benevolent leader, to all of you.
Are you listening, Renegade?!
Fail to show up and these programs take their chances at the games.
You say you're fighting for them... prove it.
It's about time. Beck, you're on my team.
Sorry.
Excellent elocution, General. A stirring address.
But how do you know the Renegade will take the bait?
Because he has no choice.
What do you mean you have no choice?
I can't let Tesler just send those programs away to the games.
Not if I can save them.
He's baiting you, Beck.
You show up and you'll be walking into a trap.
I never said it'd be easy.
Tron doesn't give up. Never has, never will.
It's time the city knows that.
Fine. But we'll need a strategy.
Tesler will be expecting you at the end of this cycle.
You need to reach those hostages before then.
No problem. I'll get Zed to cover me at the garage.
Make it quick. We're already out of time,
and you're no good to anyone if you're dead.
Huh. Don't take this personally,
but your pep talks could use some improvement.
Just hurry back.
Stop. You're not authorized...
Sorry, Paige, but it's appointment only.
I'm afraid I'll have to ask you to wait outside.
Touch me and those sentries will be sweeping you off the floor.
Paige, don't worry. Pavel's just doing a few minor upgrades.
I'm not worried, General, just confused as to why Pavel thinks
he can waste your time with upgrades that are entirely unnecessary.
You said yourself... he's not Tron.
Well, he might be Tron.
- Pavel... - Probably not, you're right,
but just in case he is, that's what these are for.
I don't care if he's Flynn himself...
he's still gonna die...
a magnificent death.
Able!
I'm sorry, I'll find someone to help you pick all this up.
Beck, stop! You're late! Again!
I know, and I'm sorry.
Look at you, Beck. You're hardly ever on time!
And when you are on time, you're unfocused!
Responsibility may mean nothing to you,
but to me, it's serious. That's why I'm grounding you.
- Wait. You're what? - Until the start of the next cycle,
you're to stay here at the garage. Working.
- No exceptions. - This isn't happening!
It most certainly is.
Help Zed with whatever he needs. Do not leave his side.
And remember, I'm keeping my eye on you.
So, let me get this straight.
- Helping me is your punishment? - Looks that way.
Come on. Able can't punish you for at least looking like you're helping, right?
- I'm sure he'll find a way. - Can you really blame him?
Yeah. It's just... you're always late.
And that's only when you actually bother to show up at all.
I've been late plenty of times. He's never held me captive.
Captive? You're not a hostage, Beck.
You're a mechanic. This is your job.
I mean, I'm genuinely surprised he hasn't fired you yet.
Hey Beck, are you okay? I heard Able came down hard on you.
You heard? Wait... who else knows?
Well... everybody?
- I don't believe this. - Me neither.
No offense to Beck, but you'd think everyone
would be talking about the Renegade surrender.
What's gotten you in such a good mood?
I thought I just said it.
Anyway... can I borrow you?
I need someone with small, feminine hands.
I'm your guy.
This better not be...
- what it looks like. - Ohh!
Had to get my wrench. You know, to help Zed.
Beck, whatever you have that you think is more important, it's not.
Trust me. It is.
Why should I trust you when you insist on lying to my face?
Look, what happened to Bodhi has been hard on all of us.
- This isn't about Bodhi. - You're right. It's about you.
I'm punishing you for a reason, Beck.
I wish you could see that. I'm only trying to help.
Then maybe you shouldn't.
- Let's go. Back to work. - Fine.
Come on, Beck. Where are you?
- Where's everyone going? - It's almost time.
Yeah, time for everyone in Argon to find out
what a fraud this Renegade really is.
You don't think there's even a chance he could actually be Tron?
Not only am I certain he's no Tron,
but I'm betting on him not even showing up at all.
You've got a real upbeat perspective, you know that, Zed?
I suppose there's always a-a chance!
Just... not a big... chance.
Beck! Don't get any ideas.
I'm leaving Link here to watch the garage.
Now, I need to know I can trust you to stay here.
Of course.
- I want your word, Beck. - I promise.
General, let me handle the Renegade.
He's not worth your effort.
Just keep everyone out of my way.
It could get ugly.
Beck, I promised Able I'd keep you here.
And I promised Able I'd stay.
Looks like we're both gonna have to break our promise.
I can't stop you, but I have to tell Able if he asks.
- I don't want to lie to him. - I know.
And you shouldn't have to.
I can't blame you for wanting to get a glimpse of Tron in action.
Me, I've seen him. This could be your last chance.
This could be Argon's last chance.
Programs of Argon,
your support in coming out to such a momentous occasion
proves that you care deeply about the future of your city.
But I can't help but notice the absence of one of you.
That's right, Argon...
where is... the Renegade?
You see? The Renegade doesn't care about any of you!
And he's certainly no Tron.
Because if he were, he'd be here.
But let's not dwell on the past.
Instead, let us look to a new era...
an era of achievement, of perfection...
of Clu.
What'd I miss?
You wanted me? Here I am!
I see that. You certainly took your time.
You've got what you want. Now let the prisoners go.
Normally I don't negotiate with terrorists.
But... I'm a program of my word.
We're free!
- And the curfew? - Let's not get greedy.
The deal was surrender.
I've been waiting for this for a very long time...
the end of the infamous Renegade.
Sorry to disappoint, but I'm no Renegade.
I'm Tron. Now shut up and fight!
Let's finish this somewhere more private.
Great.
You trust too easily. You think those
programs up there will fight by your side?
Their loyalty is to the state.
I rule the state!
Wait. Wait. H-hang on.
Seriously?
This ends now.
You're no Tron, but you're about to share his fate.
You want this to end?
Then come on! Let's end it!
Another time.
All hail the indomitable General Tesler...
your victor in this electrifying encounter!
Now get back to your homes! All of you!
There's a curfew still in effect!
You've changed things, Beck.
How so? Tesler nearly beat me.
I doubt he's planning on lifting the curfew anytime soon.
From where I'm sitting, looks a lot like square one.
Standing up to Tesler showed those programs
that they don't have to sit idly by. They can choose to fight.
And when they do, they'll have you to fight beside.
No, you were right, Beck.
I suppose I should thank you for saving my life...
- for the fifth time. - What are you talking about?
Okay, okay, sixth. But I'm not counting Pergos.
I had that gang under control.
Beck, I've been here this whole time.
Then if it wasn't you...
Uh... you need a hand?
I've got some time before my shift starts.
What? Oh! Yeah, if you don't mind.
I don't. I'm sorry about before.
You're right. I shouldn't have said those things about the Renegade being...
Beck!
Where have you been? Able has been looking all over.
I heard. I'm avoiding him.
And what better place to avoid him than his own garage?
Beck. My office. Now.
I sure wouldn't want to be Beck right now.
Have a seat.
Look, I know I messed up, but...
Beck, stop.
What I have to say I hoped I'd never have to say.
So, here goes.
How did you become the Renegade?
It's okay, Beck, I... I know.
- H-how long have you known? - Too long.
I was foolish to think I could keep you here...
to think I could protect you.
It was you. On the bike.
You took out Tesler!
Now, how could an old program like me possibly manage a stunt like that?
About what happened before, I'm sorry I lost my temper.
Forget it. I'm sorry you had to carry this secret for so long.
That couldn't have been easy.
It wasn't. So... now what?
Well, I think you and I have a lot to talk about.
When you're ready.