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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43.<br />
No.<br />
IRENE<br />
(wary, wondering<br />
where the<br />
conversation is<br />
headed)<br />
JEROME<br />
Why don't we say we were together?<br />
IRENE<br />
(confused)<br />
Why would we do that?<br />
JEROME<br />
I have better things to do this<br />
week than answer the foolish<br />
questions of some flatfoot. Don't<br />
you?<br />
JEROME<br />
(gently pressing)<br />
Well, shall we say we spent the<br />
evening together?<br />
Irene is still unsure whether or not Jerome is serious.<br />
IRENE<br />
To be convincing, Jerome, I would<br />
have to know what that was like.<br />
Irene turns and departs. Jerome watches her go.<br />
INT. EUGENE'S CONDOMINIUM. NIGHT.<br />
<strong>The</strong> paraplegic EUGENE, seated <strong>by</strong> the window, meticulously<br />
cuts a long fingernail into numerous clippings. He places<br />
the clippings in small plastic bags and seals them. He then<br />
begins to fill tiny sachets with blood. He turns as he hears<br />
JEROME enter down the spiral staircase with the groceries.<br />
EUGENE<br />
You didn't forget the truffles?<br />
JEROME places the items in the refrigerator in the bathroom<br />
and retrieves a bottle of vodka - the vodka incongruous-<br />
looking beside the blood and urine specimens. Joining Eugene<br />
at his workbench, he pours them both a drink.
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