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