GATTACA by Andrew M. Niccol - The Script Source
GATTACA by Andrew M. Niccol - The Script Source GATTACA by Andrew M. Niccol - The Script Source
119. However Lamar does not look at the screen. He stares Jerome in the eye. LAMAR For future reference-- (a brief glance to where Jerome has just zipped his fly) --righthanded men don't hold it with their left. It's just one of those things. Never looking at the screen, Lamar presses a button marked, "VALID". LAMAR (knowing smile) Have a safe trip, Vincent. Jerome exits up a long enclosed escalator, realizing that Lamar has known all along. INT. EUGENE'S CONDOMINIUM. NIGHT. EUGENE knocks back a vodka. With a certain reverence he places his silver medal around his neck. INT. ESCALATOR. NIGHT. At the top of a long escalator, the door to a craft is secured. INT. EUGENE'S CONDOMINIUM. NIGHT. Eugene's wheelchair, empty, sits beside the door of the incinerator, also secured. EXT. LAUNCHPAD. NIGHT. A CLOSE UP of the flame of a rocket's engines igniting - the ball of fire engulfs the launchpad - filling the screen. INT. EUGENE'S CONDOMINIUM - INCINERATOR. NIGHT. Inside the incinerator another ball of fire - this time engulfing the unseen figure of EUGENE. We glimpse the medal around his neck, melting in the fierce blaze.
120. EXT. GATTACA - LAUNCHPAD. NIGHT. As we have seen so often in the past, a rocket launches into the sky over Gattaca - however on this occasion it carries Jerome. INT. SPACECRAFT. NIGHT. We focus on JEROME's face - seeing little if any of the craft. Jerome's eyes are closed. His head is still - alarmingly still. Could the launch itself have been too much for him? He hear the thoughts in his head. JEROME (VO) We came from the stars so they say, now it's time to go back. If I was conceived today, I would not get beyond eight cells, and yet here I am. In a way they were right, I don't have the heart for this world. (pause) The question is, why am I having so much trouble dying? Jerome's eyes blink open. He holds the letter from Eugene in his hand. It contains no words, merely a lock of EUGENE'S hair - for once preserved solely for its sentimental value. The hair, weightless, floats off the page. We focus on a porthole looking out upon a starscape. A STARSCAPE As we pan across the constellations, a title is superimposed upon the starscape: In a few short years, scientists will have completed the Human Genome Project, the mapping of all the genes that make up a human being. After 4 billion years of evolution by the slow and clumsy method of natural selection, we have now evolved to the point where we can direct our own evolution. The first title is replaced in the heavens by a second title. If only we had acquired this knowledge sooner, the following people would never have been born:
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EXT. <strong>GATTACA</strong> - LAUNCHPAD. NIGHT.<br />
As we have seen so often in the past, a rocket launches into<br />
the sky over Gattaca - however on this occasion it carries<br />
Jerome.<br />
INT. SPACECRAFT. NIGHT.<br />
We focus on JEROME's face - seeing little if any of the<br />
craft. Jerome's eyes are closed. His head is still -<br />
alarmingly still. Could the launch itself have been too much<br />
for him? He hear the thoughts in his head.<br />
JEROME (VO)<br />
We came from the stars so they<br />
say, now it's time to go back. If<br />
I was conceived today, I would not<br />
get beyond eight cells, and yet<br />
here I am. In a way they were<br />
right, I don't have the heart for<br />
this world.<br />
(pause)<br />
<strong>The</strong> question is, why am I having<br />
so much trouble dying?<br />
Jerome's eyes blink open. He holds the letter from Eugene in<br />
his hand. It contains no words, merely a lock of EUGENE'S<br />
hair - for once preserved solely for its sentimental value.<br />
<strong>The</strong> hair, weightless, floats off the page.<br />
We focus on a porthole looking out upon a starscape.<br />
A STARSCAPE<br />
As we pan across the constellations, a title is superimposed<br />
upon the starscape:<br />
In a few short years, scientists will have completed the<br />
Human Genome Project, the mapping of all the genes that make<br />
up a human being.<br />
After 4 billion years of evolution <strong>by</strong> the slow and clumsy<br />
method of natural selection, we have now evolved to the point<br />
where we can direct our own evolution.<br />
<strong>The</strong> first title is replaced in the heavens <strong>by</strong> a second title.<br />
If only we had acquired this knowledge sooner, the following<br />
people would never have been born:
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