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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65. EUGENE (scoffing) How could they recognize you? (referring to the torn photo of 20- year-old Vincent on the wall) I don't recognize you. Anyway, you don't have a choice. You run, you may as well sign a confession, turn us both in right now. No, we stick this out--find out what we can but change nothing. This is a minor inconvenience is all it is. We've taken worse heat than this. (angry now) Jesus, if I'd known you were going to go belly up on me at the last fucking gasp, I wouldn't have bothered. You can't quit on me now. I've put too much into this. (returning the samples to the fridge) Besides, this stuff is mine. I had other offers, you know. I could have rented myself out to somebody with a spine. You want me to wheel in there and finish the job myself? (meeting Jerome's gaze) We'll take off all right, from pad 18 just like we planned. Jerome slumps down in a chair, Eugene's tirade starting to get to him. EUGENE And keep your lashes on your lids where they belong. How could you be so careless? JEROME I'm sorry. (reluctant admission) I think I was crying. Eugene is uncomfortable at the notion.

66. EUGENE Well save those tears. Jerome shrugs awkwardly and pours them both a drink. JEROME You really had other offers? EUGENE (shrugs) I'm sure I could have. INT. CONDOMINIUM - INCINERATOR. NIGHT. The naked JEROME scrapes away at his skin with even greater ferocity than usual. After exiting the incinerator, he deposits all the incriminating trash he has collected during the day into the furnace and ignites the gas. INT. EUGENE'S CONDOMINIUM. NIGHT. From outside, a car horn sounds. JEROME, in a formal suit and spectacles, abruptly enters the condominium. He goes to a closet and starts searching through Eugene's clothes. JEROME Mind if I borrow a tie? EUGENE is more interested in the car parked outside the condominium. IRENE sits in a convertible Citroen DS, dressed in a classic but provocative black suit. Unaware that she is being observed she touches up her lipstick in the rearview mirror. EUGENE So it's not just the Hoovers who've got you rattled. JEROME You're the one who said not to change anything. She's my ear to the investigation. EUGENE (skeptical) Is that all? JEROME I've got enough on my mind without that.

66.<br />

EUGENE<br />

Well save those tears.<br />

Jerome shrugs awkwardly and pours them both a drink.<br />

JEROME<br />

You really had other offers?<br />

EUGENE<br />

(shrugs)<br />

I'm sure I could have.<br />

INT. CONDOMINIUM - INCINERATOR. NIGHT.<br />

<strong>The</strong> naked JEROME scrapes away at his skin with even greater<br />

ferocity than usual. After exiting the incinerator, he<br />

deposits all the incriminating trash he has collected during<br />

the day into the furnace and ignites the gas.<br />

INT. EUGENE'S CONDOMINIUM. NIGHT.<br />

From outside, a car horn sounds. JEROME, in a formal suit<br />

and spectacles, abruptly enters the condominium. He goes to<br />

a closet and starts searching through Eugene's clothes.<br />

JEROME<br />

Mind if I borrow a tie?<br />

EUGENE is more interested in the car parked outside the<br />

condominium. IRENE sits in a convertible Citroen DS, dressed<br />

in a classic but provocative black suit. Unaware that she is<br />

being observed she touches up her lipstick in the rearview<br />

mirror.<br />

EUGENE<br />

So it's not just the Hoovers<br />

who've got you rattled.<br />

JEROME<br />

You're the one who said not to<br />

change anything. She's my ear to<br />

the investigation.<br />

EUGENE<br />

(skeptical)<br />

Is that all?<br />

JEROME<br />

I've got enough on my mind without<br />

that.

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