GATTACA by Andrew M. Niccol - The Script Source

3.
Long, scrupulously clean metal work benches are arranged
along one entire wall. Laid out on the benches in neat rows
are dozens of plastic bags - some filled, some unfilled.
Instruments on trays - various types of tweezers, scissors
and other less familiar utensils. Round, stainless steel
containers filled with hairs of differing lengths and other
body matter.
JEROME approaches another man slumped over one of the
benches. EUGENE. He clutches an empty vodka bottle. He is
snoring lightly - sleeping off the night before. As JEROME
gently prises the bottle out of his hand, we are struck by
the similarity of Eugene's face to Jerome's.
Jerome pulls Eugene's chair back from the desk with
surprising ease. A wheelchair - a modern, ergonomic design.
Jerome wheels Eugene to a bedroom and, with some difficulty,
hauls the larger man onto the bed. Through his alcoholic
fog, Eugene feebly co-operates - his paralyzed legs a
particular dead weight.
After covering Eugene with a blanket, Jerome enters a
bathroom containing a surgically-clean stainless steel basin,
sink, shower and toilet.
Beside the toilet stands a large, industrial-style stainless
steel refrigerator.
Donning protective gloves, Jerome opens the liquid-nitrogen
cooled refrigerator. A cloud of condensed water vapor
billows out. Revealed inside the fridge are racks of
labelled jars and silicon pouches - some containing a
yellowish liquid, some a deep, red liquid.
In front of one of the jars is a handwritten shopping
list -"TRUFFLES, CIGS, VODKA". Jerome smiles to himself as
he retrieves the note along with one of the jars. He checks
the jar's label. Satisfied with the date written there, he
breaks the seal and pours the contents into the clear,
silicon pouch of an IV-like device lying on the steel
bathroom counter.
He seals the pouch and checks the apparatus by opening the
valve on its fine tube and squirting a small quantity of the
liquid into the nearby toilet bowl, as one would test a
syringe. We remain on Jerome's face as he reaches between
his legs and inserts the pouch.
neat rows of slim, fingertip-sized plastic sachets filled
with a deep, red-colored liquid. He removes his gloves,
selects one of the sachets and carefully adheres the sachet
to the pad at the end of his index finger.