GATTACA by Andrew M. Niccol - The Script Source

73.
INVESTIGATOR (cont'd)
How could something so lovely be
a product of chance?
VALERIE
Is that what keeps you coming back?
(meeting his gaze)
Look at you. Such angry,
beautiful, perfect eyes. Do you
ever wonder what they would see if
they weren't quite so perfect?
They will never see what I see.
The Investigator tries to laugh off her assertion but his
tight-lipped smile betrays his displeasure.
INVESTIGATOR
(a cruel edge to his
voice)
You have so much wrong with you,
you'll be lucky to see next year.
He roughly forces himself on top of her but she remains
defiant.
VALERIE
Are you so much more alive,
Investigator?
INVESTIGATOR
(parting her legs)
I'm not paying you to talk.
INT/EXT. IRENE'S CAR. NIGHT.
IRENE drives, JEROME at her side. Cars are being flagged
down by uniformed POLICE OFFICERS. Irene slows down behind
the car in front. Spying an OFFICER shine a flashlight in
the eyes of the MALE DRIVER up ahead, Jerome wipes the
contact lenses from his eyes and flicks them out of the
passenger window when Irene is not looking.
An OFFICER approaches Jerome and, without a word, opens an
electronic testing kit worn on his hip. He removes a
sterilized Q-tip and motions for Jerome to open his mouth so
he can scrape a culture. Jerome waves his hand in front of
his mouth, feigning embarrassment.