Incredibles 2 Page #7

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stuff with your life?

I'd really like to know.

Uhuh... Oh, would you, please,

excuse me for a moment?

Yeah, OK, see you later. Good talk.

- Hey, Vi.

- Hey.

- Where's Jack-Jack?

- E's taking him for a little bit.

- Edna is babysitting?

- Yeah.

And you're OK with this?

Yeah, I dunno why.

I wanted to say something to you.

Sorry about Tony.

I didn't think about

Dicker erasing his memory,

or about you having to pay

the price for a choice

you never made.

It's not fair, I know.

And then I made it worse at the

restaurant by trying to ...

Anyway, anyway...

I'm sorry.

I'm used to knowing what

the right thing to do is.

But now, I'm not sure, anymore.

I just wanna be...

a good dad.

You're not good,...

you're super.

Are superheroes allowed to

drink on duty?

I am, definitely, not on duty.

Ignore the costume.

I know, I should be up there,

but, I had to step away from

the primp and glitter, you know?

Gotta get away to keep it pure.

I know I do.

What are you getting away from?

Eh, you know, company stuff.

My brother, mostly.

But you love him.

You two are this company.

Yin and Yang.

Yeah, I invent the stuff,

he's good at people:

pleasing them, engaging them,

figuring out what they want.

I never know what people want.

What do you think they want?

Ease. People will trade quality

for ease, every time.

It may be crap, but,

hey, it's convenient!

Yeah, kinda like this case.

- What the Screenslaver?

- Yeah, something doesn't seem right.

It was too easy.

That was too easy?

- Finally.

- What?

What is that?

It's one of the Screenslaver's

monitors it's tuned into my suit-cam.

- Isn't the suit-cam closed circuit?

- Yes.

Then, how come the Screenslaver has it?

Maybe he hacked it?

So, he's sophisticated enough

to do that,

but he has simple locks

on his doors?

Maybe he wanted you to find him.

He wanted to get caught?

- He wanted you to win.

- That makes no sense.

He's a brilliant guy. If he's smart enough

to conceive of technology like this,

he's smart enough think of

something to do with it.

The guy we put put in jail

delivered pizzas.

So? Einstein was a patent clerk! He...

Look, you won.

- You've got the guy...

- Wait!

All Screenslaver needs to do,

to hypnotize someone,

is get a screen in front of their eyes.

But, what if the screen

doesn't look like a screen?

What if... the pizza guy

is really a pizza guy

but, he was controlled by the

screens built into his glasses...?

You are good.

Look, a robot. It's taking off.

I'm not getting a reading, yet.

- Fire?

- Now.

More power.

I hope it works dad.

I thought it was best

to just let you sleep.

17 hours!

How do you feel?

Super.

-You got it, dad!

- Hurray!

I can't tell you how much I appreciate

you watching Jack-Jack for me, E.

Yes, I'm sure your gratitude

is quite inexpressible.

Don't ask me to do it again, darling,

my rates are far too high.

I am joking, Robert,

I enjoyed the assignment.

He is bright and I am stimuated,

we deserve each other.

You child is a polymorph.

Like all babies, he has

enormous potential.

It's not unknown for supers to have

more than one power, when young,

but, this little one has many.

Yes, you have many powers?

Ba ba ba...

I understand your lack of sleep

is confusing you, Robert.

Babies can be anything,

and your child is no exception.

Shows unlimited potential, Robert.

That's why I worked in a creative fever.

Auntie E has stayed

up all night,

making sure you look

fabulous in your uniform

What're...

You're putting him in...

In the chamber, Robert.

He is part of the demonstration

and will be fine.

Your challenge is to manage

a baby who has

multiple powers and no control

over them, yes?

Well, uh...That sums it up.

I often work to music, and I noticed

the baby responds to it as well.

Specifically Mozart.

I blended kevlar with carbide for

durability under duress and comfort also.

Interwoven with these fabrics,

are a mesh of tiny sensors

that monitor the baby's

physical properties.

Oh Lord ! What's he... what is he doing?

Well, it's Mozart, Robert!

Can you blame him?

The important thing is

that the suit and tracker

anticipated the change

and alerted you.

Oh no! Cookies, I gotta get cookies!

You do not need cookies, as I learned

quite painfully, last night.

Any solution involving cookies will

inevitably result in the demon phase.

"Combustion imminent"?

What does that mean?

It means fire, Robert.

Though, the suit has ...

I suggest you extinguish

the baby's flames,

before he tests the

sprinkler system.

Flame retardant

blackberry-lavender foam.

Effective, edible and delicious .

Oh, what's going on in here

That, is useful.

Although I have doubtlessly ecceded your

expectations for a SINGLE night's work.

the suit and device contain a few

more features we need to discuss.

Thanks again, E., for everything.

- How much do I owe you?

- Oh, pish-posh, darling.

Your bill will be covered by my fee

for being Mr. Incredible, Elastigirl

and Frozone's

exclusive designer throughout

the known universe

and until the end of time.

But babysitting this one,

I do for free, darling.

I would resist the temptation

to stretch,

the temperature around you

is well below freezing.

Try to stretch and you'll break.

So you're the Screenslaver?

Yes... And no.

Let's say, I created the character

and pre-recorded the messages.

Does Winston know?

That I'm the Screenslaver?

Of course not!

Can you imagine what

'Mr. Free Enterprise'

would do with my

hypnosis technology?

Worse than what you're doing?

Hey, I'm using the technology

to destroy people's trust in it.

Like I'm using superheroes.

- Who did I put in jail?

- Pizza delivery guy.

Seemed the right height, build.

He gave you a pretty good fight.

I should say I gave you

a pretty good fight, through him.

But, it doesn't bother you that

an innocent man is in jail?

Eh, he was surly.

And the pizza was cold.

I counted on you.

That's why you failed.

- What?

- Why would you count on me?

Because I built you a bike?

Because my brother knows the words

to your theme song?

We don't know each other.

But you can count on me, anyway.

I'm supposed to, aren't I?

Because you have some strange

abilities and a shiny costume,

the rest of us are supposed to put

our lives into your gloved hands.

That's what my father believed.

When our home was broken into,

my mother wanted to hide.

Begged my father to use

the safe room.

But, father insisted they call

his superhero friends.

He died. Pointlessly.

Stupidly.

Waiting for heroes to save the day.

- But, why would?... Your brother...

- IS A CHILD!

He remembers the time when we had

parents AND superheroes.

So, like a child,

Winston conflates the two.

Mommy and Daddy went away,

because supers went away.

Our sweet parents were fools to put

their lives in anybody else's hands.

Superheroes keep us weak!

Are you gonna kill me?

Nah.

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