Gattaca Page #6
- PG-13
- Year:
- 1997
- 106 min
- 2,322 Views
INT. GATTACA - CORRIDOR. DAY.
Walking back along one of the long, glass-walled corridors,
JEROME becomes aware of a peculiar noise in the complex -
or to be more precise, a lack of noise. The incessant tapping
of computer keys has stilled.
As Jerome gazes through the glass walled corridor, we see the
reflection of his face, deep in thought.
JEROME (VO)
The most unremarkable of events. Jerome
Morrow, Navigator First class, is only days
away from a one-year manned mission to 951
Gaspra in the Outer Asteroid Belt. Nothing so
unique in that. Last year over one thousand
citizens from every walk of life embarked on
some space mission or other. Besides,
selection for Jerome was virtually guaranteed
at birth. He is blessed with all the physical
and intellectual gifts required for such an
arduous undertaking, a genetic quotient second
to none.
Jerome's gaze drifts to the sky.
JEROME (VO)
No, there is truly nothing remarkable about
the progress of Jerome Morrow, except that I
am not Jerome Morrow.
EXT. BEACH. DUSK - THIRTY-ODD YEARS EARILER
A starry sky. The camera tilts down to find palm trees
swaying against a setting sun.
JEROME (VO)
I was conceived in the Riviera. Not the
French Riviera.
The camera tilts down further to find a Buick Riviera parked in
a deserted beachfront parking lot on a polluted stretch of
beach.
JEROME (VO)
The Detroit variety.
Through the car's steamed windows we see Jerome's mother and
father, MARIA and ANTONIO, early twenties, making love.
JEROME (VO)
They used to say that a child conceived in love,
has a greater chance of happiness. They don't
say that any more.
INT. FAMILY PLANNING CLINIC. DAY.
MARIA, wearing a medical gown, lies on an examining table, feet
in stirrups. A NURSE, forties, wheels an instrument tray
towards her. Maria suddenly disengages her feet from the
stirrups and swings her legs off the table.
NURSE:
What are you doing?
MARIA:
(shaking her head)
I can't do this.
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