GATTACA by Andrew M. Niccol - The Script Source
GATTACA by Andrew M. Niccol - The Script Source
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115.<br />
IRENE<br />
(never taking her<br />
eyes from him,<br />
echoing Jerome's<br />
words from their<br />
first encounter)<br />
Sorry, the wind caught it.<br />
Once again there is not a breath of wind. <strong>The</strong> hair lies,<br />
plainly visible on the edge of the pool.<br />
From an upstairs window, EUGENE observes the couple.<br />
INT. JEROME'S CONDOMINIUM. NIGHT.<br />
We watch the silhouette of IRENE and JEROME making love in<br />
the bedroom.<br />
INT. EUGENE'S CONDOMINIUM. NIGHT.<br />
EUGENE, sitting in his darkened room, unscrews the cap of a<br />
plastic container and places it on a near<strong>by</strong> table. We remain<br />
on Eugene's face as he opens his fly.<br />
INT. JEROME'S CONDOMINIUM. NIGHT.<br />
IRENE and JEROME lie in bed together after making love. For<br />
once Jerome is able to sleep unconcerned. It is Irene who<br />
lies awake, head against JEROME'S chest, listening to the<br />
sound of his erratically beating heart. However it has a<br />
soothing effect on her.<br />
She kisses Jerome and reluctantly rises from the bed.<br />
JEROME<br />
(awakening)<br />
A year is a long time.<br />
IRENE<br />
Not so long--just once around the<br />
sun.<br />
Jerome smiles. For once Irene seems to be looking forward to<br />
the trip. She exits the room.<br />
INT. INCINERATOR. MORNING.<br />
Inside the incinerator, JEROME scrapes away at himself - for<br />
the final time. He wistfully regards the brush in his hand.
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