GATTACA by Andrew M. Niccol - The Script Source

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?