Gattaca Page #4
- PG-13
- Year:
- 1997
- 106 min
- 2,313 Views
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Jerome is transported - plotting a path through the heavens.
As his fingers fly across the keys he does not once take his
eyes from the screen.
His is one of hundreds of ergonomically designed work stations,
arranged in ever-widening circles in a huge, curcular, well-
appointed if antiseptic room. Each curved desk contains a
computer terminal consisting of a keyboard and a slim,
transparent screen behind which is seated a PROGRAMMER,
designing software for the aerospace agency. At the center of
the room is a donut-shaped command console, chairs facing
outwards, from which operations are monitored.
Floor to ceiling smoked-glass curved walls offer the only
concession to nature - a tinted view of a man-made, meticulously
landscaped garden.
Jerome tears himself away from his screen and picks up a
discreet mini-vac. He vacuums between the keys of his keyboard.
DIRECTOR JOSEF, 50's, a shorter, official-looking man
approaches. His assistant IRENE stands at his shoulder.
DIRECTOR JOSEF:
You keep your work station so clean, Jerome.
JEROME:
--Next to Godliness, isn't that what they say?
The Director smiles at the notion and places a computer disc
on Jerome's desk.
DIRECTOR JOSEF:
I reviewed your flight plan. Not one error
in a hundred thousand keystrokes. Phenomenal.
(placing a hand on Jerome's shoulder)
It's right that someone like you is taking us
to the Belt.
(glancing to notification on Jerome's screen)
You have a substance test.
The Director briskly departs, Irene in tow. At a nearby work
station, a painfully thin programmer, NAPOLEON, perks up at
the mention of the test.
Jerome merely shrugs and pretends to reach down and scratch his
ankle. However he surreptitiously produced one of Eugene's
transparent specimen bags from his sock. An EXTREME CLOSE UP
reveals the bag's contents - flakes of skin, hair follicles,
eyelashes, a fingernail. Cupping the bag in his hand to avoid
detection, Jerome sprinkles the fraudulent body matter over his
keyboard, desk surfaces and the floor around his work station.
He opens his desk drawer and casually scatters the remainder of
the bag. Finally he inspects a comb already laced with two
hair follicles.
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