GATTACA by Andrew M. Niccol - The Script Source

57.
MEDICAL DIRECTOR
Well, you take it for him, Jerome.
The Medical Director departs. Napoleon, stunned by the
reprieve, approaches Jerome's work station and pretends to
study the program on his computer screen.
NAPOLEON
Why did you do that?
JEROME
(exiting to the
testing lab)
Don't worry about it.
INT. GATTACA - TESTING LAB. DAY.
From behind we observe JEROME standing in front of LAMAR,
issuing forth his steady stream of fraudulent urine.
EXT. GATTACA AEROSPACE CORPORATION - WORKOUT CENTER.
DAY.
Twenty GATTACA EMPLOYEES, identically-outfitted men and
women, run in a perfectly straight line towards the tranquil
lake of the picturesque grounds, never getting any closer to
their goal. They run at a steady 10mph on twenty identical
state-of-the-art treadmill machines sunken into the floor and
arranged in a uniform row facing a floor to ceiling window.
The strain is beginning to show on many of the faces. The
heartrate of each employee is monitored via a wireless
electrode attached to the chest.
Outside in the sunshine the next batch of twenty EMPLOYEES
limbers up in readiness for their physical. JEROME's only
preparation consists of thoughtfully dragging on a cigarette
while staring out at the man-made lake. His nonchalant
attitude disheartens nearby colleagues, including IRENE who
is amongst a group of workers excused from the run by
benevolent, over-protective TRAINERS.
TRAINER
You're excused, Irene. You may
resume your duties.
On the way into the work-out facility Jerome stubs out his
cigarette in a stainless steel ashtray. Only we are aware of
the slim credit card-sized recording device that he furtively
slips out of his cigarette pack and secrets in his hand.