GATTACA by Andrew M. Niccol - The Script Source

GATTACA by Andrew M. Niccol - The Script Source GATTACA by Andrew M. Niccol - The Script Source

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49. EXT. SATELLITE DISH. NIGHT. EUGENE lies on the hood of the car, leaning against the windshield, drinking from a bottle of vodka. In the background, the unmanned satellite dish. JEROME relieves himself against the building at the base of the satellite. EUGENE (gently chiding Jerome over the joyride) You idiot. You could ruin everything with a stunt like that. Eugene spies a spacecraft launching from Gattaca city. EUGENE (gazing up into the night sky) At least up there your piss will be worth something. (smiling at the thought) You'll all be showering in it, right? JEROME (zipping his fly) And drinking it. It's like Evian by the time it's filtered. EUGENE (referring to the rocket ship) What is that one? Jerome doesn't bother to look in the direction of the craft but merely glances to his watch. He joins Eugene on the hood of the car. JEROME (looking at his watch) 11.15 to the port. A maintenance crew. EUGENE How long do you stay up there before you go? JEROME A day or so.

50. EUGENE (beaming) I still can't believe they're sending you to the Belt--you of all people--never meant to be born, on a mission to discover the origin of life. Eugene laughs to himself and passes the bottle to Jerome. JEROME You should be going instead of me. Jerome taps Eugene's lifeless legs with his foot. JEROME Up there they wouldn't be a problem. EUGENE (glancing heavenwards, shaking his head) You know I'm scared of heights. INT. CRIME LABORATORY - AUTOPSY ROOM. NIGHT. The body and clothing of the MISSION DIRECTOR, lying on a metal examining table is scanned with a blue-light magnifying instrument. Fingernail specimens are taken for analysis. In another area of the laboratory, the labelled vacuum bags are attached to analyzers and the contents sucked out and automatically identified. ID names and photographs of GATTACA EMPLOYEES begin appearing on a computer screen at high speed along with other personal details - all data automatically logged for later review. The photographs and personal details of JEROME and IRENE flash past, amongst the faces of other employees. We focus on a magnified close up of JEROME'S EYELASH, still clinging stubbornly to the side of its specimen bag. We continue to follow its journey as it is finally sucked into the analyzer. INT. CRIME LAB - ANALYZER MACHINE. NIGHT. Inside the machine, a minute, cell-thin sliver is sliced from JEROME'S EYELASH and analyzed.

49.<br />

EXT. SATELLITE DISH. NIGHT.<br />

EUGENE lies on the hood of the car, leaning against the<br />

windshield, drinking from a bottle of vodka. In the<br />

background, the unmanned satellite dish. JEROME relieves<br />

himself against the building at the base of the satellite.<br />

EUGENE<br />

(gently chiding<br />

Jerome over the<br />

joyride)<br />

You idiot. You could ruin<br />

everything with a stunt like that.<br />

Eugene spies a spacecraft launching from Gattaca city.<br />

EUGENE<br />

(gazing up into the<br />

night sky)<br />

At least up there your piss will<br />

be worth something.<br />

(smiling at the<br />

thought)<br />

You'll all be showering in it,<br />

right?<br />

JEROME<br />

(zipping his fly)<br />

And drinking it. It's like Evian<br />

<strong>by</strong> the time it's filtered.<br />

EUGENE<br />

(referring to the<br />

rocket ship)<br />

What is that one?<br />

Jerome doesn't bother to look in the direction of the craft<br />

but merely glances to his watch. He joins Eugene on the hood<br />

of the car.<br />

JEROME<br />

(looking at his watch)<br />

11.15 to the port. A maintenance<br />

crew.<br />

EUGENE<br />

How long do you stay up there<br />

before you go?<br />

JEROME<br />

A day or so.

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