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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52.<br />
<strong>The</strong> INVESTIGATOR is alerted <strong>by</strong> the chime of his near<strong>by</strong><br />
computer. On the screen, he discovers the face of 20-YEAR-OLD<br />
VINCENT and the accompanying flashing message: TRACKING IN-<br />
VALID 883000181105-10 - NEW DATA -<br />
INT. CONDOMINIUM COMPLEX - PARKING GARAGE. NIGHT.<br />
Having plugged his car into an overnight charger, JEROME<br />
pushes EUGENE in his wheelchair to the elevator. Bottle in<br />
hand, Eugene leans over and vomits on the ground. Jerome<br />
shakes his head resignedly. Eugene looks drunkenly up at<br />
Jerome.<br />
EUGENE<br />
(sarcastically<br />
referring to the<br />
pool of vomit)<br />
I'm sorry. Did you want it?<br />
Jerome meets Eugene's gaze. <strong>The</strong>re is a trace of bitterness<br />
in Eugene's drunken smile.<br />
EUGENE<br />
Let me get it for you.<br />
Eugene bends down to scoop up some vomit with his hand but<br />
the elevator arrives and Jerome quickly wheels him away.<br />
Eugene's head flops to the side as he passes out.<br />
INT. EUGENE'S CONDOMINIUM. NIGHT.<br />
JEROME unlocks EUGENE's condo and wheels his chair inside.<br />
We see their reflection in a full-length mirror as Jerome<br />
pushes Eugene to the bedroom. After removing Eugene's soiled<br />
clothing, he heaves the tall man from the chair and onto the<br />
bed.<br />
EUGENE<br />
(maudlin, sobbing<br />
like a child)<br />
I'm sorry. I'm sorry.<br />
JEROME<br />
(attempting to<br />
comfort)<br />
It's okay, Eugene.<br />
EUGENE<br />
You know I wasn't drunk--I knew<br />
what I was doing when I walked in<br />
front of that car--