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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60.<br />
In the room below, Jerome nonchalantly steps off the<br />
treadmill, stealthily retrieves the recording device from<br />
beneath the control panel and returns it to his cigarette<br />
pack.<br />
He casually wipes off drops of sweat from the machine with a<br />
towel, briefly glances to Irene with the Investigators and<br />
exits to the locker room.<br />
<strong>The</strong> Director idly regards the image of VINCENT on Hugo's<br />
handheld screen. He does not recognize the face.<br />
DETECTIVE HUGO<br />
An age enhancement is being<br />
prepared as we speak.<br />
DIRECTOR JOSEF<br />
(referring to his<br />
assistant)<br />
Irene will make it available to<br />
security.<br />
INT. <strong>GATTACA</strong> - LOCKER ROOM. DAY.<br />
JEROME wears his assured smile all the way along the corridor<br />
and into the now empty locker room. He exchanges a cheery<br />
greeting with an exiting COLLEAGUE, enters a shower stall,<br />
closes the door behind him and promptly collapses on the<br />
shower stall floor.<br />
<strong>The</strong> effects of the grueling work-out are only now apparent.<br />
No longer sucking up the pain, he gulps air into his oxygen-<br />
starved lungs, his heart looking for a way through his<br />
tightened chest. He writhes in agony on the white-tiled<br />
floor - a brutal reminder of the physical frailty he seeks to<br />
disguise.<br />
EXT. <strong>GATTACA</strong> - GARDEN. LUNCHTIME.<br />
In Gattaca's perfectly landscaped gardens JEROME, dressed and<br />
recovered from his ordeal, joins his COLLEAGUES for lunch at<br />
one of the umbrella-covered tables. While most of the others<br />
pick at unappetizing salads and take their individualized<br />
medication, Jerome carries a steak sandwich on his tray.<br />
<strong>The</strong> sight of the juicy steak is greeted with envious looks<br />
from his colleagues. Jerome pretends not to notice and rubs<br />
it in <strong>by</strong> liberally sprinkling salt onto the meat.<br />
However when Jerome looks over towards IRENE, she avoids eye<br />
contact.