GATTACA by Andrew M. Niccol - The Script Source

83.
However, as the Investigator ignores him and walks by, we see
a haunted look in Jerome's eyes.
INT. GATTACA - TESTING LAB. DAY.
Every available TECHNICIAN is working to accommodate the
testing of the thousand or so PROGRAMMERS. Twelve testing
stations operate simultaneously. A HOMICIDE DETECTIVE
supervises each station. JEROME reaches the head of the
line. He notes an exiting COLLEAGUE holding a cotton ball to
his arm.
A NURSE directs Jerome to LAMAR's testing station. Lamar
deposits the previous patient's labeled vial into a blood
carousel under the watchful eye of a large DETECTIVE, clearly
not relishing his assignment. Jerome rolls up his sleeve.
JEROME
(referring to the
table lined with
syringes)
What's with the plungers, Lamar?
What are you doing, opening a
blood bank?
The syringes are clearly not Lamar's idea.
LAMAR
(sarcastic)
The gentlemen of law enforcement
are concerned that my testing
methods may have been compromised.
Lamar inserts a fresh syringe into Jerome's arm. As Lamar
draws the blood, Jerome suddenly flinches and flexes his arm
violently, causing the needle to bend and buckle, exiting the
skin from a second puncture point.
Damn!!
JEROME
Having pulled away from Lamar's grasp, Jerome withdraws the
bent needle himself, blood still squirting from his vein.
LAMAR
(grabbing a nearby
wad of gauze)
Jesus--I'm sorry, Jerome.
The large Homicide Detective winces and turns away from the
red arcing spray, a splash of blood spattering his shoes.