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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77.<br />
JEROME<br />
What exactly is wrong?<br />
IRENE<br />
Nothing yet. I'll start<br />
experiencing symptoms in my late-<br />
fifties. (matter-of-fact)<br />
But unless they come up with<br />
something between now and then, I<br />
won't live much past 67.<br />
Jerome's mouth drops a little, betraying his surprise at the<br />
statement from a woman plainly still in her twenties.<br />
IRENE<br />
Of course I think about it every<br />
day.<br />
JEROME<br />
(still not quite<br />
recovered from his<br />
surprise)<br />
Of course.<br />
INT. POOL. MORNING.<br />
<strong>The</strong> INVESTIGATOR swims his race with the unseen opponent.<br />
<strong>The</strong> Investigator's ASSISTANT, carrying a phone, tries to<br />
attract his attention.<br />
EXT. JEROME'S POOL. MORNING.<br />
JEROME sits at his own poolside in his robe, feet dangling<br />
over the edge, smoking a cigarette. EUGENE, from his<br />
wheelchair, is applying bleach to Jerome's hair and eyebrows<br />
with gloved hands.<br />
At the same time, Jerome plays a sleight-of-hand game with a<br />
syringe.<br />
EUGENE<br />
How was your evening?<br />
JEROME<br />
Complicated. I couldn't stop her<br />
apologizing.
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