GATTACA by Andrew M. Niccol - The Script Source

45.
EUGENE
(scoffing)
Hey, how much of you can be there?
Even if the "J. Edgars" do find
something, in a week--
(glancing up to the
night sky)
you'll be slightly out of their
jurisdiction.
(gently chiding)
Come on, we've got to get drunk
immediately.
JEROME
(still tempering
Eugene's enthusiasm)
You're going to have to earn your
supper. I've got my final
physical tomorrow.
Jerome wheels Eugene's chair to a specially constructed
platform that allows the wheels to spin in mid-air. Jerome
tapes an electrode to Eugene's chest and attaches the wire to
a slim recording device. Eugene begins to spin the wheel of
the chair faster and faster. Jerome monitors Eugene's steady
heartbeat through a set of headphones.
INT. GATTACA AEROSPACE CORPORATION - COMPUTER COMPLEX.
NIGHT.
The complex is virtually empty - only a handful of the
hundreds of PROGRAMMERS working late into the night. IRENE
approaches JEROME's work station on the pretext of delivering
some documents. Trying to act casually, she looks under the
papers on his desk, then opens the top desk drawer.
We see an EXTREME CLOSE UP of the comb lying there - the two
hairs trapped between the teeth of the comb. Irene removes
one of the follicles and drops it into an envelope she is
carrying.
INT. 24-HOUR SEQUENCING LAB. NIGHT.
"SEQUENCING-WHILE-U-WAIT". Similar to a 1-hour photo lab,
the store - little more than a booth - displays a price list
on the wall. "FULL SEQUENCE - $80". IRENE waits in line
with a cross-section of other CUSTOMERS. She checks the
contents of the envelope that contains the hair.
The YOUNG WOMAN in line ahead of her allows the TECHNICIAN to
take a swab from her full lips with a Q-tip.