TRON: Uprising

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Beck proves a good hero is also a humble hero.

Beck: What do I do? Blast through those guards?

- Tron: You wouldn't make it. - Hey.

Zed wishes he had more from one program...

and less of another.

- And he's kind of handsome. - Handsome?

I know you think the renegade is helping, but he's not.

Meanwhile, Tesler maintains complete control over Argon.

Bring all weapons to bear!

We have a small problem, Sir.

1x07 - Price of Power

I build Tesler a weapon of unimaginable power,

and he gives me eight guards.

These dirigibles are the safest way into Argon.

Great. I feel better already.

- That's the weapon? - No, this is a box.

What's inside the box, that's what's important.

Engines offline.

Please stand by for emergency evacuation.

- The renegade! - You missed your stop, Shaw.

Grab your bags. We're getting off.

Looks like you got on the wrong ship!

You're a scientist, Shaw, not a murderer.

You can help programs, instead of helping to destroy them.

I can't help these programs any more than you can.

Yahhh!

That's new.

Nice!

So long, renegade.

I've got you.

- Give me your other hand. - The weapon... it's mine!

I'm trying to help you, Shaw. I can't hold on.

Give it to me! I need it!

Shaw, don't!

Aaaaah!!!

- Ooh! Careful, Zed. - Ha ha ha!

Those things can be dangerous.

Not anymore.

We've got direct orders from commander Paige to be here.

So if I were you, I'd cooperate.

Cooperate with what?

Tesler's expecting his modified tank

to be ready at the end of this cycle.

And we're here to make sure that your pretty little hands

work as fast as they can.

My pretty little fists work even faster.

- If you want me to demonstrate... - Able: Zed. Mara.

Is there a problem?

Yeah, two of them. But they were just leaving.

What she said!

Oh, well, good. Lots of work to be done.

No time to stand around chatting.

We'll be back, and that tank better be finished.

Otherwise, there really will be a problem.

What he said. Ha ha!

- Here, let me help you. - I got it.

The renegade derezzed the scientist, Sir, then made off with the weapon.

And you just let him escape?

Your general just asked you a question.

Answer him.

Tesler: I accept your resignation.

General, I'll take the lead on this.

Do whatever you have to do, but bring me that weapon!

Tron: A massive power upgrade in strength and agility.

If this weapon had found its way to Tesler,

his forces would have been insurmountable.

So I did good?

What about the scientist? The idea was to bring him in alive!

He attacked me. I tried to save him, but I couldn't.

Then this prototype is all that's left of the technology.

If Tesler believes this was destroyed, it should buy us some time.

To do what?

- Destroy it. - How do we do that?

Do you know of any easily accessible high-powered energy welders?

If only we knew someone who worked at a garage.

Wait! I work at a garage.

This weapon is far more dangerous than you know, Beck.

Destroy it immediately.

I'm serious.

When are you ever not serious?

Don't worry. I'll take care of it, I promise.

Looks like trouble.

They're still inside!

Male program: Someone help! Help us!

Hang on. I'll get you out.

Come on, let's go.

On second thought, I'll go.

Yaaah!

All right, who's next?

Paige: You have something that belongs to me.

You want it? Come get it!

I was hoping you'd say that.

Time is up, Zed. Where's the tank?

Able's working on it.

- You know, finishing touches. - We need it now.

That's great, but last I checked, we don't work for you.

Wrong again, Zed, because we're here as representatives of Tesler's army.

Beck: That's funny... I don't see any Tesler,

and I certainly don't see any army.

Beck, I can handle this.

If I were you, I'd leave before things get embarrassing.

You know what's embarrassing? How fast you're gonna hit the ground...

- The two of us... - ...versus one of you.

Wow, Hopper, I had no idea you could count that high.

You're right... that was embarrassing.

Mara: Beck, don't! What's wrong with you?

You could have seriously hurt them!

Just wait until Tesler hears about this!

- Gee... thanks a lot, Beck. - What's your problem?

You should have let me handle it!

Instead you made me look like a coward in front of Mara.

I didn't make you look like anything.

And if you don't want people to think you're a coward,

then stop acting like one!

The mods are done. This is good to go.

So long as general Tesler's pleased, I'm pleased.

I'll be more pleased once it's on his base. Ship it.

Tesler's base...

I see my tank has arrived.

- Assemble a team for an inspection. - Right away, Sir.

Beck: Want to know what I see?

I see a coward...

Hiding behind minions and lackeys.

I'm not the one dressing up,