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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76.<br />
EXT. BEACH. DAWN.<br />
JEROME and IRENE huddle beneath an overcoat as the sun crests<br />
the horizon, staining the sky with an ochre blush.<br />
IRENE<br />
What did I tell you?<br />
Jerome nods. However, to his eyes the rising yolk is nothing<br />
but an out-of-focus, abstract ink blot.<br />
IRENE<br />
I envy you, Jerome.<br />
JEROME<br />
You'll be next.<br />
IRENE<br />
I don't think so. <strong>The</strong> only trip<br />
I'll make in space is around the<br />
sun--<br />
(letting a handful of<br />
sand slip through<br />
her fingers)<br />
--on this satellite right here.<br />
Irene turns to Jerome.<br />
IRENE<br />
(blurting out what's<br />
really on her mind)<br />
--Listen, I don't want to waste<br />
your time and I really don't want<br />
you to waste mine. I don't know<br />
what you're after but I have a<br />
feeling I'm not it.<br />
Irene suddenly takes Jerome's hand and puts it up her<br />
sweater, onto her breast. Although taken aback, Jerome makes<br />
no effort to withdraw his hand.<br />
IRENE<br />
(enjoying his unease)<br />
It's here. My heart.<br />
(adding quickly)<br />
I'm careful--weekly check-ups.<br />
I'm on a drug maintenance program,<br />
blood thinners, diet--<br />
(slowly removing his<br />
hand)<br />
I just want you to know what you'd<br />
be getting yourself into.
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