GATTACA by Andrew M. Niccol - The Script Source

2.
A BARREN, EMPTY LANDSCAPE
Next to descend from the sky, a torrent of firewood. One
shower after another, crashing to the plain. Enough chopped
lumber to fuel a thousand hearths.
A BARREN, EMPTY LANDSCAPE
DISSOLVE TO:
Joining the rest of the debris is a deluge of slate - sheets
of shale from a great unseen quarry in the sky come slamming
to earth. Some of the pieces shattering, some rebounding
into the air until the granite litters acres of landscape as
far as the eye can see.
TITLES ARE SPACED APPROPRIATELY THROUGHOUT THE PRECEDING
SEQUENCE. THE FINAL TITLE READS:
The camera commences a long, slow pull-back from the pile of
elephant tusks. Gradually they are revealed as human
fingernails magnified many hundreds of times.
The tree trunks are mere hair follicles. The firewood,
whiskers. The slate, flakes of skin.
INT. INCINERATOR. EARLY MORNING.
A naked MAN, thirties, seen in profile, is crouched upon a
metal floor inside a small, brushed stainless steel tank,
rubbing his skin raw with a wire brush. JEROME MORROW.
Having completed his scrupulous ablutions, Jerome arches his
lean frame through the small, oval door of the metal room
with practised ease.
Securing the thick, fireproof windowed door behind himself,
he turns a switch to release gas into the vacated chamber.
The gas instantly ignites in what is now revealed to be a
gleaming modern stainless-steel custom-made incinerator.
We refocus on a MAGNIFIED CLOSE UP of his exfoliated flesh in
the incinerator as it blackens, curls and burns.
Jerone covers himself with a silk robe and steps into a pair
of backless slippers.
INT. EUGENE'S CONDOMINIUM. EARLY MORNING.
JEROME emerges from the incinerator room into a large,
luxurious loft-style condo containing a bizarre assortment of
equipment -arranged somewhat like a production line.