Mirage [on message computer]
The Supers aren't gone, Mr. Incredible. You're still here. You can still do great things. Or... you can listen to police scanners. Your choice. You have 24 hours to respond. Think about it. [fades out]
Played by Elizabeth Peña 
The Incredibles (2004) · 72 quotes
The Incredibles (2004) · 72 quotes
6th most-quoted character in The Incredibles (2004): in 12 of its 72 quotes
Most scenes with: Bob (8), Helen (6), Syndrome (6)
Next time you gamble, bet your own life.
More lines from Mirage
2 quotes Mirage Mirage [about Syndrome]
He's attracted to power. So am I. It's a weakness we share.
Scenes with Mirage
9 scenes
[Bob and Lucius sit in Lucius's large, comfortable sedan, which is parked in a run-down city neighborhood, reminiscing. A portable police scanner sits on the dashboard, volume low, occasionally interrupting his story]
So now I'm in deep trouble. I mean, one more jolt of this death ray and I’m an epitaph. Somehow I managed to find cover and what does Baron Von Ruthless do?
He starts monologuin'! He starts, like, this prepared speech about how feeble I am compared to him. How inevitable my defeat is, how the world will soon be his! Yada, yada, yada.
Yammerin'.
Yammerin'! I mean, the guy has me on a platter, and he won’t shut up.
Police Radio
Municiberg, we have a 23-56...
This is just sad.
Yeah, robbery. Wanna catch a robber?
No. Tell you the truth, I'd rather go bowling. Look, what if we actually did what our wives think we're doing? Just to shake things up.
Mirage [Meanwhile, in an undercover car....]
He's not alone. The fat guy’s still with him. They’re just talking.
We're protecting people.
Nobody asked us.
You need an invitation?
I'd like one, yes. We keep sneakin' out to do this, and... you remember Gazerbeam?
Yeah. There was somethin' about him in the paper.
He had trouble adjusting to civilian life, too.
When's the last time you saw him?
I don't see anyone from the old days, Bob. Just you. And we're pushin' our luck as it is.
Oh, come on. Come on, come on.
It was fun the first time, but if we keep doin' this, we’re gonna get—
Police Radio
We have a report on a fire...
A fire. We're close! [yelling] YEAH, BABY!
We're gonna get caught.
WOOO-HOO!
[...as the undercover car follows them] [The camera pans through the inside of a burning building, and then centers on Lucius and Bob, who are both carrying several people over their shoulders]
Is that everybody!?
Yeah, that's everyone!
It better be. [He attempts to generate ice in vain]
Can't you put this out?
I can't lay down a layer thick enough! It's evaporating too fast!
Well, what's that mean?
It means it's hot! And I'm dehydrated, Bob!
You're out of ice? You can't run out of ice! I thought you used the water in the air!
There is no water in this air! What's your excuse, run outta muscle?!
I just can't go smashing into walls! The building's getting weaker by the second! It's gonna come down on top of us!
I wanted to go bowling!!!
All right! Stay right on my tail! This is gonna get hot!
[Bob turns to his side and begins to run with Lucius following him. They crash through the side of the building into the building next to them. A second outside shot of the burning building shows it collapse.]
Yeah....
WE LOOK LIKE BAD GUYS! INCOMPETENT BAD GUYS!!!
You can get water out of the air!
Police Officer
[A police officer breaks in like Virtua Cop.]
FREEZE! [They do] [Lucius, noticing a water cooler, picks up a paper cup and begins to fill it with water] FREEZE!
I'm thirsty.
Police Officer
I SAID FREEZE!!!
I’m just... getting... a drink. [He drinks the water]
Police Officer
Alright. You’ve had your drink.... Now I want you to...
[Holding up hands in mock surrender]
I know. I know... [drops the cup] Freeze. [He shoots a breeze of ice, freezing the officer and even the bullet]
Police Radio
[police radio chatter]
Shots fired!
Officers
POLICE OFFICERS!
[Drawing their guns, the cops are stopped by a bewildering sight: a recovering heap of rescued fire victims at the base of an enormous hole in the wall. Standing watch over them is the police officer, stunned and blinking under a layer of ice. Bob and Lucius jump into Lucius's car, pulling off their ski masks]
That was way too close. We are not doing that again.
Radio voice
Verify you wanna switch targets? Over.
Mirage Trust me. This is the one he’s been looking for.
[Bob enters quietly through the kitchen, pausing in the kitchen long enough to nab the remaining hunk of chocolate cake. Humming pleasantly as he chews, he moves into the living room when a voice comes out of the dark. Bob freezes. A light snaps on. A chair swivels around- it's Helen, wearing her robe and a peeved expression.] [angrily]
I thought you'd be back by 11.
I said I'd be back later.
I assumed you’d be back later. If you came back at all...you’d be "back later".
Well, I’m back, okay?
You know how I feel about that, Bob! Darn you! We can’t blow our cover again!
The building was coming down anyway.
It was on fire. Structurally unsound. It was coming down anyway.
Look, I performed a public service. You act like that’s a bad thing!
It is a bad thing, Bob! Uprooting our family again, so you can relive the glory days is a very bad thing!
Reliving the glory days is better than acting like they didn’t happen!
Yes! They happened! But this, our family, is what’s happening now, Bob. And you are missing this! I can’t believe you don’t wanna go to your own son’s graduation!
It’s not a graduation. He’s moving from the fourth grade to the fifth grade.
It’s a ceremony!
It’s psychotic! They keep creating new ways to celebrate mediocrity but if someone is genuinely exceptional, then—
This is not about you, Bob! This is about Dash!
You wanna do something for Dash?! Then let him actually compete! Let him go out for sports!
I will not be made the enemy here! You know why we can't do that!
[Off-screen, a soft ‘woosh’ is heard in the background. Bob and Helen turn to the couch.]
All right, Dash. I know you’re listening. Come on out.
Vi? You, too, young lady. [Violet materializes]
Come on. Come on out. It’s okay, kids. We’re just having a discussion.
Pretty loud discussion.
Yeah. But that’s okay. Because what’s important is that Mommy and I are always a team. We’re always united against, uh, the forces of, uh...
Pigheadedness?
I was gonna say evil or something.
We’re sorry we woke you. Everything’s okay. Go back to bed. It’s late.
Good night, Mom. Night, Dad.
Good night.
In fact, we should all be in bed. [walks over to the nearby lamp and turns it off as dog barks. Cut to the next day. Bob sits at his tiny desk. One look at his bleary face says it all: he hasn't slept all night. His intercom BEEPS. Bob glares at it a beat, then hits ANSWER.]
Woman [on phone]: Request claim on claim numbers 158183....
Huph
HAVEN'T YOU GOT HIM YET, HEY WHERE IS HE?!? PLEASE! RIGHT NOW!
Huph's Secretary: [over the intercom] Mr. Huph would like to talk to you in his office.
Now?
Huph's Secretary: Now...
Huph
[Huph shows up continues to yell indistinctly over the phone. Bob eventually gets up from his cubicle and heads to Huph's Office. Mirage slowly walks over, looks around and leaves something on his desk] [Cut to the inside of Huph's office. Marginally bigger than Bob's office, with a coveted window to the outside world. Painfully clean and joyless. Every pencil sharpened, every paper perfectly stacked and aligned to run parallel to the edge of the desktop] [Huph sharpens his pencil and aligns it with the other three]
Sit down, Bob.
Huph
[He does, moving the 4th pencil. Huph re-aligns it and starts.] [seriously]
I'm not happy, Bob. Not.... happy?!? [He gets up.] Ask me why.
Okay. Why?
Huph
Why what? Be specific, Bob.
Why are you unhappy?
Huph
Your customers make me unhappy.
What, you’ve gotten complaints?
Huph
Complaints I can handle. What I can't handle is your clients' inexplicable knowledge of Insuricare's inner workings!! They're experts! EXPERTS, Bob! Exploiting every loophole, dodgin' every obstacle, they're penetrating the bureaucracy!!
Did I do something illegal?
Huph
[begrudgingly]
No.
Are you saying we shouldn’t help our customers?
Huph
The law requires that I answer no.
We're supposed to help people.
Huph
We're supposed to help OUR PEOPLE!! Starting with our stockholders, Bob, who's helping them out, huh?! [He sighs and regains composure.] You know, Bob... [He moves a letter that says:] [Memo: Policy Notification] [To: Employee] [From: Gilbert Huph] [Due to financial cutbacks, you will be expected to self-expense all office supplies, including but not limited to pencils, erasers, pens, paper, stationery, folders, staples, paper clips, brads, and photocopies. All parking will now be metered by the hour. Electricity consumption and all telephone charges will be deducted from your paycheck.] [The Board of Directors at Insuricare wishes to thank you for your selfless sacrifice through this time of financial uncertainty. It is because of you, the employee, that Insuricare has recorded its highest profit in years. Remember, a successful company makes for successful employees. Every penny you save is another penny that goes in.... [the rest is covered by Huph's finger] Salutations, Gilbert Huph] ...a company...
Is like an enormous clock.
Huph
...is like an enormous clo- Yes, precisely! It only works...if all the little cogs...mesh together! Now, a clock needs to be clean, well-lubricated and wound tight. The best clocks have jewel movements, cogs that fit, that cooperate by design. [chuckling] I’m being metaphorical, Bob....You know what I mean by cooperative cogs? Bob...?...Bob...?
[seriously grabs Bob by the chin and angrily pulls him toward him] LOOK AT ME WHEN I'M TALKING TO YOU, PARR! [Outside the window, Bob sees a man is being mugged]
That man out there, he needs help!
Huph
Do NOT change the subject, Bob! We’re discussing YOUR! ATTITUDE!
He is getting mugged!
Huph
Well, let's hope we don't cover him!
[gets up out of his seat and heads for the door]
I'll be right back. [puts his hand on the doorknob]
Huph
STOP RIGHT NOW, OR YOU'RE FIRED!? [Bob stops, crushes the doorknob and angrily turns red] [Huph grins evilly] Close the door. [Bob reluctantly does] Get over here...now. [Bob lets go of the doorknob, now crushed out of shape, and walks over to Huph.] [seriously] I'm not happy, Bob. Not happy. [Bob watches the mugger getting away]
Huph
Good thing, too... heh! You were this close to losing your j- [Bob furiously grabs Huph by the throat and throws him through 5 office walls. Huph crashes into a filing cabinet, badly injured. Everyone stares at Bob in shock]
PA
Please report to operating room 722 immediately. [Rick Dicker comes out of the room where Huph is hospitalized. Bob and Rick conversate while heading to the elevator.]
How is he?
Rick
He'll live.
I'm fired, aren't I?
Rick
Oh, you think?
What can I say, Rick?
Rick
Nothin' you haven’t said before.
Someone was in trouble.
Rick
Someone's always in trouble.
I had to do something.
Rick
Yeah. Every time you say those words, it means a month and a half of trouble for me, Bob. It means hundreds of thousands of taxpayer's dollars.
Rick
We gotta pay to keep the company quiet. We gotta pay damages, erase memories, relocate your family. Every time it gets harder. Money, money, money, money, money. W-We can’t keep doing this, Bob! [he enters the elevator] We appreciate what you did in the old days, but those days are over. From now on, you're on your own.
Rick
[Bob stares at the floor, beaten. Rick looks at him with pity. Then as the elevator doors close, Rick stops it with his left arm]
Uh, listen, Bob.
Rick
Maybe I could relocate you. You know, for old times’ sake.
No. I can’t do that to my family. Everyone just got settled. I’ll make it work. Thanks.
Rick
[Rick stares at Bob a long moment. A bittersweet smile—]
Take care of yourself.
[Rick lets go of the elevator doors. Bob stares at them, numb]
[Bob climbs out of his car and is surprised to find Rusty on the Big Wheel, waiting in exactly the same spot as the day before]
Well, what are you waiting for?
Rusty
I don’t know...something amazing, I guess....
[A rueful smile blooms and dies on Bob's face]
Me too, kid.
[Cut to a cramped, windowless museum of Mr. Incredible arcana. Walls and shelves cluttered with mementos of his storied past: framed photos, newspaper front pages, magazines, and, displayed on the wall under Plexiglas, his Mr. Incredible suit. Bob enters and closes the door. He opens his briefcase, pulls out an Insuricare employee manual. He growls and rips it in half, tossing it in the trashcan. On a roll now, he begins to dump the entire contents of his briefcase into the trash when—CLUNK! Bob double-takes— startled by the heavy sound. He peers over the edge of the desk, into the trash, and sees— a large manila envelope. He picks it up, and is surprised it's heavy. He opens it and pulls out a flat panel about a half-inch thick. On it is printed "This End Up". He turns the panel as instructed. In the center is a small circle with writing beneath it. Bob squints, unable to read the tiny letters. He brings it closer—his point of view: As the letters... slowly... come... into... focus]
Huh? Hold still?
Tablet
[Suddenly, the panel projects a blue grid over Bob's face, we hear a robotic male voice]
Match: Mr. Incredible.
Tablet
[Bob drops the panel in surprise. It clatters to the floor, still functioning. A small foot-long rod with the metal ball at the top pops out from the panel, the ball at the tip makes a quick, single revolution, scanning the surrounding room with a vertical beam]
Room is Secure. Commence Message.
Mirage [The panel flickers. It's a video screen. An image appears, the beautiful platinum blonde woman who visited earlier that day is seen]
Hello, Mr. Incredible. Yes, we know who you are. Rest assured, your secret is safe with us. My name is Mirage. We have somethin' in common. According to the government, neither of us exist. Please pay attention, as this message is classified and will not be repeated.
Mirage [Bob quickly gets to his pencil case and tries a pencil; one is not working and then he grabs one that works. He starts taking notes on Mirage's message.]
I represent a top-secret division of the government, designing and testing experimental technology, and we have need of your unique abilities. Something has happened at our testing facility. A highly experimental attack robot...
Huh? What?
Dinner’s ready!
Okay!
Mirage ...has escaped control. Although it is contained within an isolated area, it threatens to cause incalculable damage to itself and to our facilities, jeopardizing hundreds of millions of dollars' worth of equipment in research...
It’s the TV, trying to watch!
Mirage Because of its highly sensitive nature, this mission does not, nor will it ever, exist.
Well, stop trying. It’s time for dinner!
One minute!
Mirage If you accept, your payment will be triple your current annual salary. [Bob's jaw goes slack. He scribbles "BIG$"] Call the number on the card. Voice-matching will be used to ensure security. The supers aren’t gone, Mr. Incredible. You're still here...You can still do great things! Or...you can listen to police scanners. Your choice. You have 24 hours to respond. Think about it.
Tablet
[The device shuts off. Bob realizes what Mirage said....and he looks at his past, knowing that this one chance could bring his glory days back...he then looks at his old suit, with a smile.] [Beeping, as Mirage's phone number is printed on a holographic card.]
This...message...will...self-destruct.
Uh-oh.
[He stumbles out of the office in a cloud of smoke. The smoke rises and triggers the fire alarm and sprinkler system. Violet shuts off panel, while Dash expresses joy.] [Helen is moving the chairs from the table; the front door is open to air out the house. Books of all kinds are on the counter as Bob uses a hair dryer to dry the pages]
You...are one distracted guy.
Hmm? Am I? I don’t mean to be.
I know you miss being a hero and your job is frustrating. I just want you to know how much it means to me that you stay at it anyway.
Honey? About the job?
What?
Something’s happened.
The, uh...
What...
The company is sending me to, uh, a conference.
A conference?
They’ve never sent you to a conference before.... This is good, isn’t it?
You see? They’re finally recognizing your talents.... you’re moving up!
Yes.
Honey! Awww...This is wonderful!
Yes, it is.
Mirage [calls the number on the card. Mirage's number is shown: 866-787-7476] [over phone]
Hello?
This is Mr. Incredible....I’m in.
Mirage [A sleek-looking Manta Jet slices the sky. Bob, clad in his old (and now too-tight) Mr. Incredible suit is on board along with Mirage. She is briefing Bob on his mission.]
The Omnidroid 9000 is a top-secret prototype battle robot. Its artificial intelligence enables it to solve any problem it’s confronted with. And unfortunately...
Let me guess. It got smart enough to wonder why it had to take orders.
Mirage We lost control. And now it’s loose in the jungle, threatening our facility. We’ve had to evacuate all personnel from the island for their own safety.
How am I going in?
Mirage The Omnidroid’s defenses necessitate an airdrop from 5,000 feet. Its cloaking devices make it difficult to track. Although we’re pretty sure it’s on the southern half of the island. One more thing. Obviously, it represents a significant investment.
You want me to shut it down without completely destroying it.
Mirage You are Mr. Incredible.
Mirage [Bob is on an advanced seat, he puts his belt on, and the seat shifts into a bed, as it is about to enter a shuttle. However, being out of shape is causing a problem to get him into the shuttle. The soldier then increases the seat power and it successfully gets Mr. Incredible in the shuttle.]
I’ve got to warn you, it’s a learning robot. Every moment you spend fighting it only increases its knowledge of how to beat you.
Shut it down. Do it quickly. Don’t destroy it.
Mirage And don’t die.
Great. Thanks.
[The shuttle ejects. It rockets down the island. After stopping, it propels with two blades. After a while, it lands. Mr. Incredible tries to get out, but his belly won't let him out. He goes back in and punches the shuttle in half. He flexes and gets ready.]
Showtime.
[He explores the jungle, prepares to find the Omnidroid.] [He sees a blade mark on a tree and a cross on the grass. Suddenly, the Omnidroid surprises him from behind, as it tries to impale him unsuccessfully. It slashes a 3rd time, only against a mark on Mr. Incredible's arm. Mr. Incredible leaps over the robot and throws a punch that sends it flying to a tree.] [gruntingly]
Yeah!
[The Omnidroid gets up, and the real fight begins.]
Uh-oh.
[The Omnidroid charges at him, as he leaps over. The robot unfortunately calculated his leaping arc, and that allowed it to swat him mid-air, slamming Mr. Incredible into another tree that toppled onto the Omnidroid. But the robot rolled out of its way, and reformed. The robot curled up again to crush him, only for Mr. Incredible to dodge it, as it knocks down some trees before charging at him quickly. Mr. Incredible sprints his way off, but he almost gets crushed by the robot as he jumps over a cliff, slides on it, and lands. The Omnidroid arrives at a similar pace, as it receives a boulder from our hero. The Omnidroid does the same 3 times, the latter hitting Mr. Incredible. It almost impales him unsuccessfully. Its claw is lodged in the cliff, as the hero runs for safety. The Omnidroid pulls its limb out of the cliff and leaps high into the air, intent on crushing Mr. Incredible, who leapt out of the way and landed in the lava fields. The Omnidroid lands and makes an attempt to push Mr. Incredible into the lava as he tried to push back. After a few seconds however, he lets out a scream while using his maximum strength and jerk-pulls the robot aside into the lava.]
[Bob laughs in what he thought was his victory, but after trying to spin, his spine cracks.]
AH! Ow, ow, ow! OH, MY BACK!
[The Omnidroid suddenly bursts out of the lava through a piece of the stone platform, making it crack. It proceeds to spin its claws, as Mr. Incredible leaps on a chunk of rock. But then the Omnidroid grabs him by his feet with one of its claws and slams him to the ground before grabbing his arms with another. It begins to pull him apart.... until it stops when it accidentally fixes his back.]
Oh....Hahaha!
[He then jack-knifes, ripping the claw off one of its arms. He runs under the robot, as it uses its lower sensor cluster. Just as it spots its target, he rips it off, and climbs inside the robot, as it unintentionally starts damaging itself. After a while, it stops, weakened. Mr. Incredible punches off its upper sensor cluster, as it whistles while riding the robot. The robot tries to pull him out, but it accidentally tears out its CPU. Mr. Incredible jumps out of the robot and casually walks away, as the Omnidroid motionlessly falls down.]
[A mecha-macaw observed everything, as it zooms to the screen.] [first words; silhouetted, to Mirage]
Surprising. We must bring him back. Sound the all-clear, and...invite him to dinner.
[Mr. Incredible is in a pod, inside the volcano's magma flows. He waits for Mirage in a huge dining room, while peeking to see who the mysterious man was.] [silhouetted]
Most important, keep things light. Praise him. Make him feel like we appreciate his abilities.
Mirage Actually, you look rather dashing.
Mirage Oh, I'm sorry. He won't be dining with us. He hopes you'll understand.
Of course. I do usually make it a point to know who I’m working for.
Mirage He prefers a certain amount of anonymity. Surely, you of all people understand that.
I was just wondering, of all the places to settle down, why live...
Mirage In a volcano? He’s attracted to power. So am I. It’s a weakness we share.
Seems a bit unstable.
Mirage I prefer to think of it as misunderstood.
Bob (Mr. Incredible) [chuckling]: Aren’t we all?
Mirage Volcanic soil is among the most fertile on Earth. Everything at the table was grown right here. How does it compare?
Everything’s delicious.
[Bob raises his glass. Mirage smiles and does likewise] [MONTAGE: INCREDIBLE AGAIN — His self-esteem back, Bob returns home with renewed vigor. He bonds with his kids, gets frisky with Helen, and takes pride in his new appearance. He buys a new snazzy sports car for himself, and a new car for Helen. After he says goodbye to Helen several mornings, clearly pretending to go off to the job he no longer holds at Insuricare, we see how he's actually spending his days; dropping weight and getting in shape. The Superheroic workouts do their job; Bob is in the best shape he's been in many years.]
[Cut to Casa de Parr where Helen, in the bedroom, plucks one of Bob's enormous shirts from a stack of freshly cleaned laundry and hangs it up in their closet, when something catches her eye: A long, PLATINUM-BLONDE HAIR (Mirage's) on Bob's suit jacket. Helen plucks it off, examining it. The phone rings. She goes to answer it, hesitating when she hears—] [off-screen, in his home office]
I got it, I got it! Don’t answer it, honey, I got it!
Mirage [from the Nomanisan Control Room]
We have a new assignment for you.
Mirage [Helen, in the bedroom, carefully picks up the phone, puts her finger on the switch hook, places a hand over the mouthpiece, and listens in]
How soon can you get here?
I’ll leave tomorrow morning.
Mirage See you there.
Goodbye.
[Bob hangs up the phone and moves to the door, opening it. Helen is there, blocking the doorway. She forces a smile.]
Who was that, honey? The, uh, office?
Another conference. Short notice, but you know...duty calls. [nervous laugh. Bob squeezes past her and exits. Helen stares into his den, feeling suspicious and impotent.]
[cut to the garage where Bob is seated in his new sports car, its engine purring. He belts himself in. Helen enters, still in her robe.]
Bob?
Yeah, what’s up, honey?
[A storm of conflicting emotions play across her face. But she puts on a happy face and leans down through his open window.]
Ha....have a great trip.
Thanks, sweetie. I’ll call you when I get there.
I love you... so much.
Manta Jet Autopilot
[He gives her a kiss, then backs out of the driveway, and, with a wave, drives off.] [Bob is now on Syndrome's Manta Jet. Leaner and meaner in his new supersuit, he dips a fresh shrimp into some cocktail sauce and gazes around the luxurious cabin. He's happy as a clam.]
This is your automated Captain speaking. Would you care for more mimosa?
Don’t mind if I do. Thanks.
Manta Jet Autopilot
[His glass disappears into his armrest, instantly replaced by a full glass of mimosa.]
You’re welcome. Currently 78 degrees in Nomanisan. Perfect weather for flying. Please fasten your seatbelt. We’re beginning our descent.
[As the jet begins its descent toward the island, we begin to see its spectacular aspects: active volcano, towering snowcapped peak, tumbling waterfalls, futuristic monorail, etc.... a paradise on earth. Suddenly the engines cut off and the jet plunges, nose down, into the sea, converting into a submersible.] [The jet sub cruises through a fantastic seascape of exotic otherworldly rock formations, toward the base of the island through vast curtains of bubbles created from a field of cooling lava. A massive door opens, revealing a huge underwater docking bay. The ship enters, the entrance closing behind them. The water drains. The jet sub settles to a landing. A giant docking tube extends from a side wall and connects to the side of the jet sub. Bob turns as a door opens, revealing a small side chamber and a pair of shapely legs. Mirage leans into view.]
Mirage Hello, Mr. Incredible. Nice suit.
Thanks. Nice to be back, Mirage.
[Bob enters the monopod. The doors shut and it takes off. The monopod zooms along a track which rises from a tunnel beneath the lagoon and sweeps through the jungle. Although this is his second time here, Bob is seeing the island with new eyes. It is a WONDER. The monopod track disappears straight into a rushing waterfall. Suddenly the waterfall parts, the water separating like an enormously long chiffon curtain, revealing the intricately designed architecture hidden underneath. Continuing as it enters a vertical tube and zooms upward into the dark. Elevator doors slide open crisply. Bob enters and takes in the room. It is small, open and tasteful, with a balcony overlooking a breathtaking view of the jungle and the ocean beyond.]
Mirage You’ll be briefed on your assignment in the conference room at two. D Wing, room A-113.
2:00. Got it.
Mirage See you there.
[Mirage leaves. Bob enters, throwing his case on the bed. He grabs a pear from a bowl of fresh fruit and takes a bite. He steps out on his balcony and leans against the railing. He could get used to paradise.]
[The jet soars through the golden late-afternoon sky. Helen pilots the jet as she speaks into her headset.]
Island approach. India Golf Niner-Niner checking in. VFR on top. Over.
[No response. Helen checks the instruments, confirms her course. She tries again.]
Island tower, this is India Golf Niner-Niner requesting vectors to the initial. Over.
[An old sensation begins to creep into Helen's thoughts: danger. She grabs her duffel bag and zips it open, exposing the supersuit E made for her. She stares at it.]
Easy, Helen. Easy. easy, girl. You're overreacting. Everything's fine. They're just — all getting coffee at...the same time. Yeah. [Helen mulls the explanation and decides it's ridiculous. She flips a switch — putting the jet on autopilot, grabs her suit and goes into the lavatory.]
[The scene cuts to Bob being held in a containment unit by his limbs. Syndrome walks towards him.]
You, sir.... truly are Mr. Incredible. You know, I was right to idolize you. I... I-I always knew you were tough, but tricking the probe by hiding under the bones of another super? Oh, man! I’m still geekin' out about it! [sighs] And then you had to just.... ruin the ride. I mean, Mr. Incredible calling for help? [mocking] Help me, help me. Help! Lame...lame...lame, LAME, LAME!! ALL RIGHT, WHO DID YOU CONTACT?!
"Contact"? What are you talkin' about?
[Syndrome has a guard shock him]
I am referring to last night at 23:07 hours while you were snooping around. You sent out a homing signal.
I didn't know about the homing device.
[The guard turns up the juice. Bob screams in agony.]
And now a government plane is requesting permission to land here. WHO DID YOU CONTACT?!
I didn't send for a...a plane.
[to Mirage]
Play the transmission! [Mirage hits the spacebar on the keyboard which activates the transmission]
Helen...!
So you do know these people. Well, then, I’ll...send them a little greeting. [pushes a button deploying missiles]
[Elastigirl emerges from the lavatory dressed in her super suit. She throws her duffel bag roughly at an apparently empty passenger seat]
Ow!
Violet!
[as she materializes]
It’s not my fault! Dash started it! He could have ran away, and I knew I’d get blamed for it--
That’s not true!
Dash?!
Violet and Dash
...and I thought he'd try to sneak on the plane so I came here and you closed the doors before I could find him and then you took off and it's not my fault! You said, "Something's up with Mom. We have to find out what!" It was your idea! Your idea! Hundred percent all-yours, all-the-time idea!
Wait a minute, wait a minute. You left Jack-Jack alone?!
Violet and Dash
Yes, mom, I’m completely stupid...of course we got a sitter! Do you think I’m totally irresponsible? Thanks a lot! / No, we got someone, Mom. Someone great. We wouldn’t do that.
All right! Well, who’d ya get?
Kari
[cut to Casa de Parr, where Kari is on the phone and Jack-Jack is in his hi-chair]
You don’t have to worry about one single thing, Mrs. Parr. I’ve got this baby-sitting thing wired. I’ve taken courses and learned CPR and I got excellent marks and certificates...
Kari.
Kari
I also brought Mozart to play while he sleeps to make him smarter because leading experts say Baby Mozart makes babies smarter.
Kari...
Kari
And the beauty part is that the babies don’t even have to listen ‘cause they’re asleep! You know, I wish my parents played Mozart when I slept because half the time, I don’t even know what the heck anyone's talking about.
Kari, I really don’t feel comfortable with this. I’ll pay you for your trouble, but I’d really rather call a service.
Kari
Oh, there’s really no need, Mrs. Parr. I can totally handle anything this baby can dish out. [cooing] Can’t I, little baby? I can handle it. Who can handle it?
[Helen looks at the plane radar and sees several missiles headed towards the plane.]
India Golf Niner-Niner transmitting in the blind guard. Disengage! Repeat, disengage!
[The "fasten seat belts" sign above Dash and Violet lights up. They exchange glances, reach for their seat belts. The jet suddenly dives, throwing them into the ceiling.]
Disengage! Repeat, disengage! Friendlies...
[cut back to the containment unit]
No! Call off the missiles. I'll do anything.
Too late. [he shrugs] Fifteen years too late.
Friendlies at two-zero miles south-southwest of your position. Angels 10. Track east. Disengage, over! [to Violet] Vi! You have to put a force field around the plane!
But you said we weren't supposed to use our powers!
I know what I said! Listen to what I'm saying now! [on headset] Disengage. Repeat, disengage!
Violet! [Violet gets startled; via headset] Mayday, mayday! India Golf Niner-Niner is buddy-spiked! Abort, abort! There are children aboard, [heard through intercom] Say again, there are children aboard the plane.
Put a field around us NOW!!!
I've never done one that big!
Violet, do it now! Abort, abort, abort! [via headset] Abort, abort, abort! [Violet weakly tries to create a force field in a short period of time] Abort, abort, abort! [She tries again unsuccessfully, then Helen rushes to protect her children from the explosion]
Abort, abort, abort!
[The plane explodes, and Helen wraps around Violet and Dash. The three begin falling towards the ocean. Helen’s unconscious while Dash and Violet are screaming. Helen then wakes up to see her kids falling next to her. She grabs them and makes a parachute.]
Brace yourselves!
Violet and Dash
[They land safely in the water. Helen emerges to see the two kids treading water.]
Mom! Mom!
Everybody calm down. Now, I’ll tell you what we’re not gonna do. We’re not gonna panic, we’re not gonna--LOOK OUT!!!
Dash and Violet
[A turbine hits about 10 meters away from where the three are. Helen pushes Dash and Violet underwater. Dash and Violet swim back to the surface and Helen watches the missile hit the bottom and explode before swimming back up.]
Oh, my goodness! Whose idea was this anyway?!/What are we gonna do?! What are we gonna do?!
We’re dead! We’re dead!
It blew up!
We survived but we’re dead!
[splashes Violet and Dash with ocean water]
HEY, STOP IT! We are NOT gonna die! Now BOTH of you will GET A GRIP. Or SO help me I will GROUND you for a month! UNDERSTAND!?
Mirage [Back to the interrogation room.]
We have a confirmed hit. Target...was destroyed.
Ah, you’ll get over it. I seem to recall you preferred to...work...alone...?
[Syndrome laughs evilly as he walks away. But unbeknownst to him, Bob grows absolutely livid.] [Mirage gasps, and with quick thinking she pushes Syndrome out of the way as Bob suddenly grabs her. Syndrome quickly stands up.]
RELEASE ME. NOW!!!
Or what?
I’ll crush her.
Ooh, that sounds a little dark for you. Nah, go ahead.
[as Mirage gasps and he presses her harder]
It’ll be easy...like breaking a toothpick!
[As Syndrome amusedly waits, Bob slowly loses his will. Then, he sighs...] [...and releases Mirage, as she falls to the floor and looks shocked to Syndrome.]
I knew you couldn’t do it, even when you have nothing to lose. You’re weak!
[As Mirage looks to Bob one more time with a worried expression, she leaves with Syndrome as Bob starts crying, thinking that he lost his family.]
Those were short-range missiles. Land-based. That way is our best bet.
You wanna go toward the people that tried to kill us?
If it means land, yes.
Do you expect us to swim there?
I expect you to trust me.
[Dash is hastily pushing Helen morphed into a boat, as Violet sits on her.] [The three make it to shore. It is now night]
What a trooper. I’m so proud of you.
Thanks, mom.
Mirage [Lost in thought, Syndrome stares down at the massive rocket in the center of the volcano, poised to launch.]
He's not weak, you know.
What?
Mirage Valuing life is not weakness.
[Syndrome crosses to her, casually dismissive.]
Oh, hey. Look, look... if you’re talking about what happened in the containment unit, I had everything under control.
Mirage And disregarding it is not strength.
[Syndrome sidles up behind her, lifts her chin with a gentle hand and draws her face toward his]
I called his bluff, sweetheart, that’s all. I knew he wouldn’t have it in him to actually...
Mirage [Mirage shoves his hand aside and rises to confront him.]
Next time you gamble, bet your own life!
[She exits, leaving Syndrome befuddled and alone.]
Mecha-macaw
[It is the following morning. Dash awakens, discovering to his horror that he's curled up with Violet. Repulsed, he jumps up and shudders. The Mecha-macaw (a similar one like the one that observed Mr. Incredible fight the first Omnidroid) spots Dash and Violet]
Identification, please.
Hey! Hey, Violet! Come here, look.
What?
It talks!
What?
Mecha-macaw
Voice key incorrect.
Voice key?
Mecha-macaw
Voice key incorrect.
[The bird's head slowly swivels toward the kids with a soft computing sound. Its eyes light up red as its beak drops open, and it lets out a shrill electronic alarm. Violet backs away from the shrieking bird, Dash following after her, panicking.]
What do we do?
Run!
Where are we going?
Away from here!
P.A.
[Alarms sound. A section of the island grid lights up, locating the kids. A guard hits the "Scramble" button.] [Helen hears the alarm, watches as the guards scramble. Guards on Velocipods zoom out into jungle.]
Intruder alert. Intruder alert. Intruder alert.
Mirage [Bob hangs, defeated, in the suspension beams. The cell door slides open. A figure is silhouetted there — Mirage. She switches off the suspension ray. Bob drops to the floor. Bob just sits there on his knees, his eyes cast downward. Mirage crosses to him, kneels down—]
There isn’t much time.
[Bob's hand flashes out and clamps around her throat. He rises, holding her dangling body aloft with one hand.]
No, there isn’t. In fact... there’s no time at all.
Mirage [choking]
Please...
Why are you here? How can you possibly bring me lower? What more can you take away from me?
Mirage [choking]
The family...survived...the...crash! They’re here...on the island!
They’re alive?
[Bob releases his grip, Mirage drops to the floor, gasping raggedly. Bob lifts her up and embraces her. Mirage drinks it in, then reacts at the sight of a figure in the doorway. Bob looks up]
Helen...
Mirage [Mirage and Bob push apart, Mirage composing herself.]
Oh, hello...You must be Mrs. Incre— [She gets knocked out cold before she could finish, much to Mr. Incredible's shock.]
She was helping me to escape!
No! That’s what I was doing.
[Mr. Incredible grabs Elastigirl's arm.]
Let go of me! Let go, you lousy, lying, unfaithful creep!
Oh, you’re referring to me now?
Where are the kids?
Mirage They might’ve triggered the alert.
What?!
Mirage Security’s been sent into the jungle. You better get going.
Now our kids are in danger?!
If you suspected danger, why’d you bring them?
I didn’t bring ‘em, they stowed away. And I don’t think you’re striking the proper tone here.
Think they're supers?
[Running blindly. The kids are suddenly confronted by guards on three manned Velocipods. Glancing at the guards, Violet speaks quietly to Dash.]
Dash, remember what Mom said.
What?
Guard #2
Hey! Stop talking!
Guard #3
[Abruptly, Vi vanishes. Dash looks around in surprise.]
Hold it! Freeze!
What?
Run!
[Suddenly understanding — Dash bolts, jumping from the transport and vanishing into the jungle.]
Oh, yeah! [he runs away]
[It happens fast: The guard's head snaps toward the sound of Vi's voice. He swings his rifle— we hear a heavy thud as Violet's (invisible) body is knocked from the transport: a cloud of dust surrounds an impression in the dirt.]
What the—?! They’re supers!
Guard #2
[Violet disappears]
Get the boy! [guards take off after Dash on Velocipods] Show yourself!
[Dash blasts through the foliage on foot, unbelievably fast, a manned Velocipod hot on his tail. But the terrain is dense, uneven and difficult, and Dash is forced to adhere to the thin trail winding through the growth. A swarm of flies fusses in the air. Suddenly Dash bursts into view; rocketing right through the swarm! Bugs splatter Dash's face like an interstate windshield]
AGGCCHH!!!
[Dash stumbles, careens end over end through the undergrowth like an Indy 500 car crash, and finally tumbles to a stopped. Unharmed, but thoroughly repulsed, Dash wipes his bug-spattered face and teeth.]
Achpppt!!! PtTHWAAAGH!!! PTHPT!!
[A Velocipod bursts out of the brush after him and he takes off, tearing through the jungle. Running fast, Dash grabs a long vine — which sends him out in a wide arc that surprises the trailing guard. He shoots past Dash and roars off into the undergrowth. Dash releases the vine, tumbling roughly to his feet, and runs. A Velocipod bursts out of the brush and is on top of him. Impossibly, Dash accelerates, staying just ahead of it. He sees another vine, grabs it and is propelled upwards. Dash explodes out of the canopy, flailing, out of control. He looks down and sees — the treetops suddenly drop away. Dash is falling off a cliff, screams his ten-year-old lungs out as he lands on a Velocipod! Fleetingly astonished by his good luck, Dash looks up as the startled guard whirls around to face him. The guard swings. Dash ducks and reluctantly throws a punch at the guard's face. It lands! Thrilled that his raw speed renders the guard powerless to dodge or return his punches, Dash laughs and, growing more confident with each punch, socks the guard again and again, blissfully unaware that no one is driving. Dash looks up. His jaw drops: a rock wall looms ahead! Dash points at it. The guard sees an opening and socks Dash in the face, knocking him off just as — the Velocipod slams into the cliff face, vaporizing in a fireball, killing the guard]
Hey!
Ha, ha! I’m alive. Yeah!
[Dash whooping] [Dash falls: making desperate, flailing grabs as he hits limb after limb of an enormous tree, finally getting hold of a branch and arresting his descent. He pants, heart racing, and looks down to see — his feet dangling about a yard off the jungle floor. Elated about his survival, Dash drops to the ground and lets out a loud whoop, immediately alerting two guards on Velocipods nearby to his presence. They turn their V-pods after him. With Dash as he bolts again, accelerating to breakneck speed. He smashes through an endless succession of foliage — nearly colliding with tree trunks and rocks and suddenly — a lagoon lies in front of him. Dash reacts: the V-pods are on his tail, he has nowhere to go, so he takes a deep breath and steps on it — and has enough velocity to run across the water! Amazed and exhilarated, Dash blasts across the water's surface, weaving like a speedboat around the large volcanic rocks jutting out of the water. Velocipods open fire... strafing the water as Dash is pursued into a cave. Velocipod #2 pulls up short at the cave entrance and chooses to go around.]
Uh-oh.
[Velocipod #2 is coming straight at him! Dash wheels around, his legs churning the water like an egg beater. He sees V-pod #1 closing fast. He has nowhere to go and, like a deer in headlights, Dash stops — suddenly dropping beneath the water's surface as the Velocipods collide — BOOM!]
I should've told you I was fired, I admit it. But I didn’t want you to worry.
You didn't want me to worry? And now we’re running for our lives through some godforsaken jungle.
You keep trying to pick a fight, but I’m still just happy you’re alive.
[The remaining guard waits, his machine gun at the ready. Suddenly the dirt moves. The guard fires, strafing the ground just behind a succession of footprints that streak toward the river moments before a splash appears. We see a Violet-shaped distortion as bullet trails furiously slice the surrounding water. Still firing. He stops, unnerved and adrenalized. Tensed and ready, he nervously scans the river.]
I know you’re there, Little Miss Disappear. You can’t hide from me.
[Training his gun where he last saw Violet, the guard grabs a handful of dirt from the riverbank and throws it into the water. He shoulders his rifle watching the dirt turn into a brown cloud as it travels downstream ...making visible a Violet-shaped pocket] [Aiming gun]
There you are.
[The guard takes aim and Dash blurs past]
HEY! [knocking the guard's gun barrel skyward as it fires. The guard swings around — strafing the ground at Dash's heels as he plunges back into the jungle. A splash explodes from the river as invisible Violet makes a break for it. The guard sees this and swings the gun toward her as — Dash blasts out of the jungle and knocks the Guard's legs out from under him. They tumble and scrap, Dash redeeming his lack of size with lightning-fast punches and faints.] Don't touch my sister!
[Disoriented, the guard swings and connects — knocking Dash off his feet. He tumbles backward, dazed. The guard shoulders his rifle, leveling it at Dash. Dash looks up; sees he's screwed. The guard grins wickedly and pulls the trigger — Violet suddenly appears in mid-air, diving in front of Dash as she throws a force field around them! A hail of bullets ricochet off the force field.]
How are you doing that?
I don't know!
Whatever you do, don’t stop!
[as Dash starts to walk within the force field like a gerbil on a wheel. Violet spins ever faster in the sphere's hub as Dash accelerates into a run. The guards empty their clips at the rolling sphere with no effect. It rumbles past them and straight into the jungle.] [Moving with the rolling force field as it carries Dash and Vi down a steep hillside into the path of two speeding Velocipods who fire at the sphere. It's clipped by one Velocipod-- which then spirals into a rock and explodes.] [Bob and Helen hear the explosions echo, and stop, worried. That's when they hear the rumble. Before they can get clear, the rolling force field bursts out of the brush]
Mom! Dad! Hey!
[the force field vanishes and the entire family tumbles to the jungle floor.]
Kids! You’re all right.
Oh, you’re all right!
We were so worried about you!
I thought I’d never see you again.
[There is a frantic, joyful exchange of hugs and kisses, unfortunately cut short when — Velocipods explode out of the foliage! The Incredibles instantly jump to their feet: Helen throws a stretched scissor kick which catches a guard in the chest, knocking him out of his V-pod. Bob chops a second passing Velocipod — it plows straight into the soft jungle floor. Before its pilot can react — Helen's arm is coiled around him. She yanks him from the vehicle, whiplashing him into another guard, knocking them both out cold. Bob grabs the crashed V-pod and Frisbees it into a V-pod from the trees - boom! And it's over. Bob and Helen had forgotten how good they were. They exchange lustful glances.]
Bob (Mr. Incredible) & Helen (Elastigirl)
Aww, I love you.
Wow.
Whoa.
[Suddenly the jungle is filled with guards and V-pods. And just as quickly the Incredibles turn as one against them, a hurricane blur of superpowers, suddenly brought to a crashing halt — as ZPE rays strike the Incredibles, suspending them all, motionless, in mid-air, in a clearing.]
WHOA, WHOA, WHOA! HEY, TIME OUT! [Syndrome keeps his wrists crossed; one beam trained on Mr. Incredible and Elastigirl; the other on Dash and Violet.] What have we here? Matching uniforms? [glances between the four faces. His eyes narrow as he zeroes in on Helen. An astonished smile splits his face.] Oh, no... Elastigirl!? [laughing, turns to Bob] You married Elastigirl? Whoa... and got... [he stops, sees the kids] And got biz-zay! It's a whole family of Supers! Looks like I've hit the jackpot! Oh, this is just too good!
News reporter on TV
[Back in Syndrome's lair, on a giant screen, network news footage of a crowd gathered around a smoldering hulk resting at the base of a large building. The TV channel changes. Another reporter is covering the same story. Camera widens: Syndrome is delightedly channel surfing with a remote control of his own invention.]
The ship’s unique design suggests...
News reporter on TV
There were no fatalities...
[The Incredibles are now side by side in the containment unit]
Huh? Huh!? Oh, come on! You gotta admit, this is cool! Just like a movie! The robot will emerge dramatically, do some damage. Throngs of screaming people! And just when all hope is lost, Syndrome will save the day! I’ll be a bigger hero than you ever were!
You mean, you killed off real heroes so that you could....PRETEND TO BE ONE?!
Oh, I'm real. Real enough to defeat you! And I did it without your precious gifts, your oh-so-special powers. I'll give them heroics. I’ll give them the most spectacular heroics anyone’s ever seen! And when I'm old and I've had my fun, I'll sell my inventions so that everyone can be superheroes. Everyone can be super! And when everyone’s super... no one will be. [evil laughter, leaves room]
Soldier
[Back in Municiberg, the military are fighting a losing battle with the Omnidroid. Soldiers shouting]
Fire at will!
Reporter
[The Omnidroid starts destroying the military troops with ease.]
It's completely overwhelming the tanks.
I’m sorry. This is my fault. I’ve been a lousy father. Blind to what I have. So obsessed with being undervalued that I undervalued all of you.
Um...dad?
Shh. Don’t interrupt.
[Violet uses her force field to nullify the zero-point energy's effects and float out of the suspension system. She walks towards the keyboard.]
So caught up in the past that I.....You are my greatest adventure. And I almost missed it. I swear, I’m gonna get us out of this safely if I...
Well, I think Dad has made some excellent progress today, but I think it’s time we wind down now.
[She hits the control panel, releasing the family]
We need to get back to the mainland.
I saw an aircraft hangar on my way in. Straight ahead, I think.
[Bob's hands pry open the heavy metal doors, crunching them like foil. The Incredibles enter the huge hangar]
Where are all the guards?
[The guards are all holed up in a command vehicle, watching the Omnidroid reports on TV.] [signaling the others to move inside the command vehicle]
Go, go!
[The guards watch live coverage of the Omnidroid attack on a video monitor. Champagne is popped: the cork is unexpectedly caught by someone standing in the doorway — Mr. Incredible]
Hey, look. Hey! Every time they run, you take a shot.
Yeah, okay.
[The vehicle rocks as Bob quickly takes out the guards within. In moments Bob emerges, whistles to his family that the coast is clear.]
This is the right hangar, but I don’t see any jets.
A jet’s not fast enough.
What’s faster than a jet?
Hey, how about a rocket?
[The other Incredibles follow Dash's finger to an enormous shield-shaped rocket, identical to the one launched earlier — save for a perfect circular hole in the center.]
Great! I can’t fly a rocket.
You don’t have to. Use the coordinates from the last launch.
Ah, wait. I bet Syndrome’s changed the password by now. How do I get into the computer?
Mirage [A voice comes over the loudspeaker.]
Say please.
[The Incredibles turn and look up. Mirage stands in the monitoring station above the launchpad, smiling.]
