GATTACA by Andrew M. Niccol - The Script Source

GATTACA by Andrew M. Niccol - The Script Source GATTACA by Andrew M. Niccol - The Script Source

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103. Looking down, the Investigator notices the trail of Eugene's perspiration on the highly polished floor leading to the spiral staircase. Eugene, reading the Investigator's mind, goes to call out but the words remain frozen on his tongue. Hugo follows his superior as they start to descend the stairs. Irene and Eugene are left staring at one another. INT. CONDO - STAIRCASE. DAY. JEROME catches the merest glimpse of the INVESTIGATOR and DETECTIVE HUGO before he slips behind a doorway in Eugene's condominium. Jerome anxiously regards Eugene's empty wheelchair sitting there. On the stairs, Hugo's phone rings. DETECTIVE HUGO (OC) (into phone, increasingly encouraged) Yes?...Yes...yes... The Investigator is already at the foot of the stairs in Eugene's condo when the Detective calls to him. DETECTIVE (urgent, to Investigator) Come quickly. We have him. The Investigator's eyes light up. He retraces his steps up the staircase after Detective Hugo. INT. JEROME'S CONDOMINIUM. DAY. JEROME, white as a ghost, climbs the stairs, emerging into his own condominium. He embraces the beaming EUGENE, still sitting on the sofa. JEROME (numb) How are you, Jerome? EUGENE Not bad, Jerome. JEROME How the hell did you get here.

104. EUGENE (deadpan) I could always walk. I've been faking it. Jerome almost laughs, despite the situation. Only now does he notice Irene on the other side of the room, her mind racing. She looks at Jerome and Eugene together and runs from the apartment. Irene. JEROME (calling after her) Jerome goes to follow but Eugene stops him. INT. CRIME LABORATORY. DAY. An EXTREME CLOSE UP of dried blood - brittle and cracking - on a pair of soiled latex gloves. A latex head mask, suit of clothes and shoe covers are similarly caked. The INVESTIGATOR and DETECTIVE HUGO watch as a white-coated FORENSIC TECHNICIAN feeds a minute sample of the dried blood into an analyzer. The INVESTIGATOR wanders over to a one-way glass window through which he can observe DIRECTOR JOSEF, sitting numb but strangely serene in an interrogation room. The Investigator, in a state of shock himself, cannot yet bring himself to believe what is plainly obvious. INVESTIGATOR (gazing at the Director, struggling to come to grips with the turn of events) This can't be him. The Detective regards his superior incredulously, intrigued that he could still cling so stubbornly to his theory in the face of such overwhelming evidence. DETECTIVE HUGO (intrigued) We found his spit in the dead director's eye. He's signed a confession--supplied us with the suit he wore on the night. What more do you want?

103.<br />

Looking down, the Investigator notices the trail of Eugene's<br />

perspiration on the highly polished floor leading to the<br />

spiral staircase.<br />

Eugene, reading the Investigator's mind, goes to call out but<br />

the words remain frozen on his tongue. Hugo follows his<br />

superior as they start to descend the stairs. Irene and<br />

Eugene are left staring at one another.<br />

INT. CONDO - STAIRCASE. DAY.<br />

JEROME catches the merest glimpse of the INVESTIGATOR and<br />

DETECTIVE HUGO before he slips behind a doorway in Eugene's<br />

condominium.<br />

Jerome anxiously regards Eugene's empty wheelchair sitting<br />

there. On the stairs, Hugo's phone rings.<br />

DETECTIVE HUGO (OC)<br />

(into phone,<br />

increasingly<br />

encouraged)<br />

Yes?...Yes...yes...<br />

<strong>The</strong> Investigator is already at the foot of the stairs in<br />

Eugene's condo when the Detective calls to him.<br />

DETECTIVE<br />

(urgent, to<br />

Investigator)<br />

Come quickly. We have him.<br />

<strong>The</strong> Investigator's eyes light up. He retraces his steps up<br />

the staircase after Detective Hugo.<br />

INT. JEROME'S CONDOMINIUM. DAY.<br />

JEROME, white as a ghost, climbs the stairs, emerging into<br />

his own condominium. He embraces the beaming EUGENE, still<br />

sitting on the sofa.<br />

JEROME<br />

(numb)<br />

How are you, Jerome?<br />

EUGENE<br />

Not bad, Jerome.<br />

JEROME<br />

How the hell did you get here.

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