All language subtitles for Gattaca.1997.Open.Matte.1080p.WEBRip.x265.10bit-KONTRAST.SDH.eng

[WOMAN SPEAKING
IN ESPERANTO OVER PA]

WOMAN [OVER PA]:
Welcome to Gattaca.

[CHIMES]

[WHIRRING]

You keep your workstation
so clean, Jerome.

It's next to godliness.

Isn't that what they say?

Godliness.

I reviewed your flight plan.

Not one error
in a million keystrokes.

Phenomenal.

It's right that someone like you

is taking us to Titan.

Has the committee
approved the mission?

There's been talk of delay.

You shouldn't listen to talk.

You leave in a week.

You've got a substance test.

WOMAN [OVER PA]:
If you have been notified

of a substance analysis,

please report
to the testing center.

Hm. Jerome. Never shy.

Pisses on command.

You have a beautiful piece
of equipment there.

Have I ever told you that?

Only every time I'm in here.

Occupational hazard.

I see a great many
in the course of any given day.

Yours just happens
to be an exceptional example.

Don't know why my folks didn't
order one like that for me.

By the way,

have I ever told you
about my son?

No, you haven't.

Remind me to sometime.

So you're about to go up.

One week left.

Please tell me you're
the least bit excited.

I'll tell you
at the end of the week.

Congratulations, Jerome.

Thank you.

IRENE: How many launches
are there in a day?

A dozen?

Sometimes more.

You're the only one
who watches every one of them.

If you're going to pretend
like you don't care,

don't look up.

NARRATOR: The most
unremarkable of events.

Jerome Morrow,
Navigator 1st Class,

is about to embark

on a one-year manned mission
to Titan,

the 14th moon of Saturn.

A highly prestigious assignment.

Although, for Jerome,

selection was virtually
guaranteed at birth.

He's blessed
with all the giftsrequired

for such an undertaking.

A genetic quotient second
to none.

No, there is
truly nothing remarkable

about the progress
of Jerome Morrow.

Except that I am not
Jerome Morrow.

I was conceived in the Riviera.

Not the French Riviera.

The Detroit variety.

They used to say that
a child conceived in love

has a greater chance
of happiness.

They don't say that anymore.

I'll never understand
what possessed my mother

to put her faith in God's hands

rather than those
of her local geneticist.

[BABY CRYING]

Ten fingers, 10 toes,

that's all that used to matter.

Not now.

Now only seconds old,
the exact time

and cause of my death
was already known.

Neurological condition,
60 percent probability.

Manic depression,
42 percent probability.

Attention deficit disorder,
89 percent probability.

Heart disorder...

99 percent probability.

Early fatal potential.

Life expectancy: 30.2 years.

Thirty years?

The name for the certificate?

Anton.

No. Um, Vincent Anton.

Yeah. That's a good name.

[CRYING]

I know he'll do something.

You'll do something.

MARIE:
Vincent?

From an early age
I came to think of myself

as others thought of me.
Vincent.

Chronically ill.

Every skinned knee
and runny nose was treated

as if it were
life-threatening.

I'm sorry.
The insurance won't cover it.

If he fell...

But I was told everything...

I really wish
there was something I could do.

Like most other parents
of their day,

they were determined
that their next child

would be brought into the world

in what has become
the natural way.

MAN: Your extracted
eggs, uh, Marie,

have been fertilized
with Antonio's sperm.

After screening,
we are left, as you see,

with two healthy boys
and two very healthy girls.

Naturally,
no critical predispositions

to any of the major
inheritable diseases.

All that remains is to select
the most compatible candidate.

First we may
as well decide on gender.

Have you given it any thought?

Uh, we would want Vincent
to have a brother,

you know, um, to play with.

Of course you would.
Hello, Vincent.

Hi.

Now, you have
specified hazel eyes,

dark hair and, uh, fair skin.

I've taken the liberty
of eradicating

any potentially
prejudicial conditions:

uh, premature baldness, myopia,

alcoholism
and addictive susceptibility,

uh, propensity for violence,
obesity, et cetera.

We didn't want...

Uh, I mean, diseases, yes.

But, uh...

Right, we were
just wondering if...

If it's good to just leave
a few things to... To chance.

You want to give your child
the best possible start.

Believe me, we have enough
imperfection built in already.

Your child doesn't need
any additional burdens.

And keep in mind,
this child is still you.

Simply the best of you.

You could conceive naturally
1000 times

and never get such a result.

That's how my brother, Anton,
came into the world.

A son my father considered
worthy of his name.

I'm proud of you, son.

What did I tell you?

See how much he's grown.

By the time we were playing
at blood brothers,

I understood there
was something very different

flowing through my veins.

And I'd need an awful lot more
than a drop

if I was going to get anywhere.

Our favorite game was chicken.

When our parents weren't
watching,

we used to swim as far out
as we dared.

It was about
who would get scared

and turn back first.

Come on, you coward!

Of course it was always me.

Anton was by far
the stronger swimmer,

and he had no excuse to fail.

VINCENT: Three hundred million,
350 million, 400 million...

Maybe it was the love
of the planets.

Maybe it was just my growing
dislike for this one.

But for as long
as I can remember,

I have dreamed
of going into space.

700 million, 750 million,

800 million, 850 million.

ANTON: How many astronauts
are there anyway?

I bet I could be one,
if I wanted.

Hey, don't eat that.

It's Pluto.

My goals didn't change a lot
in the intervening years.

Vincent.

Much to my parents' dismay.

Vincent.

You have to be realistic.

With a heart condition
like yours...

Mom, there's a chance

there's nothing even wrong
with my heart.

One chance in 100.

Well, I'll take it, all right?

MARIE: The trouble
is they won't.

ANTONIO:
Listen, for God's sake,

you got to understand something.

The only way that you'll see
the inside of a spaceship

is if you were cleaning it.

My father was right.

It didn't matter
how much I lied on my rГ©sumГ©.

My real rГ©sumГ© was in my cells.

Why should anybody invest
all that money to train me

when there are a thousand
other applicants

with a far cleaner profile?

Of course it's illegal
to discriminate.

"Genoism," it's called.

But no one takes
the law seriously.

If you refuse to disclose,

they can always take a sample

from a door handle
or a handshake.

Even the saliva
on your application form.

If in doubt,

a legal drug test
can just as easily become

an illegal peek

at your future in the company.

You sure you want to do this?

You know you're gonna lose.

It was the last time
we swam together.

Out into the open sea.

Like always, knowing
each stroke to the horizon

was one we'd have
to make back to the shore.

But something was
very different about that day.

Every time Anton tried
to pull away

he found me right beside him.

Until finally
the impossible happened.

Vincent! Vincent!

It was the one moment
in our lives

that my brother
was not as strong

as he believed
and I was not as weak.

It was the moment that
made everything else possible.

Like many others
in my situation,

I moved around a lot
in the next few years,

getting work where I could.

I must have cleaned half
the toilets in the state.

I belonged to a new underclass,

no longer determined
by social status

or the color of your skin.

CAESAR: Welcome to
Gattaca, gentlemen.

No, we now have discrimination
down to a science.

All right.
There's your cleaning material.

Start from the front
and clean all the way back!

And I want to see
my smiling face on that floor.

What about you, Your Majesty?

You're dreaming of space?

Come here.

You can start by cleaning
this space right here.

I was never more certain

of how far away
I was from my goal

than when I was
standing right beside it.

[WHIRRING]

When you clean
the glass, Vincent,

don't clean it too well.

What do you mean?

You might get ideas.

Yeah, but if the glass is clean,
it'll be easier for you

to see me when I'm
on the other side of it.

Ha.

[BUZZING]

[PANTING]

[GRUNTS]

[PANTING]

For all my brave talk,
I knew it was just that.

No matter how much I trained
or how much I studied,

the best test score in the world

wasn't gonna matter
unless I had the blood test

to go with it.

I made up my mind to resort

to more extreme measures.

The man who showed up
at my doorstep

didn't exactly advertise
in the Yellow Pages.

Stand straight.

How did you hear about me?

People.

Any distinguishing marks?

Tattoos, scars, birth marks?

No. I don't think so.

Are you serious about this?

I hope you're
not wasting my time.

No, I... I'd...
I'd give 100 percent.

That'll get you halfway there.

That... That's an old edition,

but I know it all by heart.

By heart, huh?

You realize
the commitment is binding.

You have somebody in mind?

For the genetically superior,

success is easier to attain,

but it is
by no means guaranteed.

After all,
there is no gene for fate.

And when,
for one reason or another,

a member of the elite falls
on hard times,

their genetic identity

becomes a valued commodity
for the unscrupulous.

One man's loss
is another man's gain.

GERMAN:
His credentials are impeccable.

An expiration date
you wouldn't believe.

The guy's practically
gonna live forever.

He's got an IQ off the register.

Better than 20/20 in both eyes.

And the heart of an ox.

He could run through a wall.

If he could still run.

Actually, he was
a bigtime swimming star.

Vincent, you could go anywhere

with this guy's helix
tucked under your arm.

What did I tell you?

You look so right together,
I want to double my fee.

We don't look anything alike.

It's close enough.

When was the last time
anybody looked at a photograph?

You could have my face
on your nametag, for chrissake.

Well, how do I explain
the accident?

That's the beautiful thing.

It happened out of the country.

There's no record
he ever broke his back.

As far as anyone's concerned,

he's still a walking, talking,

fully productive member
of society.

You just have to get him clean

and fill in the last year
of his life.

You're a foreigner.

They don't care
where you were born, just how.

Blood has no nationality.

As long as it's got
what they're looking for,

it's the only passport you need.

Who lives up there?

[ENGLISH ACCENT]
Well, I certainly don't.

So began the process
of becoming Jerome.

Myopia is one
of the most obvious signs

of a disadvantaged birth.

Isn't there another way?

No. Surgery's no good.

You'll see the scars.

It's contact lenses
or a white cane.

Besides,
the color doesn't match.

JEROME:
He's right.

My eyes are prettier.

You understand I take 25 percent
of everything you make.

If for some reason,
it doesn't work out,

all this equipment must
be returned within seven days.

And you don't get
your deposit back.

Wait, wait, wait.
I thought you said 20 percent.

[MUFFLED]
You told me 20 percent.

Twenty percent.

It's not negotiable.

I guess that's it.

Mm, not quite.

VINCENT:
Why? What?

There's still a matter
of the height.

Why? How tall are you?

Four-foot-six.

How tall were you
before the accident?

GERMAN:
Unfortunately,

his profile says he's 6'1".

So I can wear lifts.

[SCOFFS]

Even with lifts,
you're not that tall.

So what?

No. No.

No, we never discussed that.

JEROME:
Oh.

I thought
you were serious, Vincent.

I am serious.
I'm not doing that.

I won't do that.

Jerome never questioned
my commitment again.

I took my mind off the pain

by reminding myself that
when I eventually did stand up,

I'd be exactly two inches
closer to the stars.

You all right?

Yeah.

Do you want to go dancing?

You had to be
a right-hander, huh?

I guess no one orders
southpaws anymore.

"Jerome Morrow."

It's a nice name.

It's my name.

I can't be you without it.

What makes you think
you can be me at all?

[SIGHS]

Look at this.

Look at it.

It's nice.

I'm impressed.
Is it real?

Are you colorblind too, Vincent?

It's silver.

So?

Jerome Morrow was never meant

to be one step down
on the podium.

With all I had going for me,

I was still second best.

Me.

So how do you expect
to pull this off?

I don't know exactly.

Your signature needs work.

It soon came time to put
our preparations to the test.

Jerome had been engineered

with everything he needed
to get into Gattaca,

except the desire to do so.

Do you really want
to be in there?

I don't want to be in there.

I want to be up there.

JEROME:
What's up there?

That's what I want
to find out, Jerome.

Call me Eugene.

My middle name.

If you're gonna be Jerome,

you better start
getting used to it.

I got to get going.
Where's my sample?

JEROME: In the refrigerator.
Door on the left.

Which pouch?

Oh, any of them.

You think I should test it?

If you like.

[BEEPING]

My God! What's wrong
with the machine?

There's nothing wrong
with the machine.

It's a hot sample!
You've been drinking again.

I haven't.
Oh, Christ, Eugene.

It's 8:00 in the morning.

I haven't!

[GROANS]

[BEEPING]

This is no joke.
My interview is in an hour!

[BEEPING]

There is more vodka in this piss
than there is piss.

All right, I'm sorry.
I had half a glass to celebrate.

I'm sorry.

Try Friday's.
That one will be okay.

There's only Wednesday left.

Wednesday.
That's the one.

[CHIMING]

Listen, it's not too late
to back out.

This is the last day
that you're gonna be you

and I'm gonna be me.

Well?

[CHIMES]

Congratulations.

Wh...

What about the interview?

That was it.

I got it.

Of course you got it.

And that's the way it was.

Each day I would dispose
of as much loose skin,

fingernails and hair as possible

to limit how much
of my In-Valid self

I would leave
in the Valid world.

At the same time,
Eugene prepared samples

of his own superior body matter

so that I might pass for him.

Customized urine pouches

for the frequent
substance tests.

Fingertip blood sachets
for security checks.

And vials filled
with other traces.

While Eugene supplied me

with a new identity,

I paid the rent
and kept him in the style

to which he'd become accustomed.

Eugene never suffered
from the routine discrimination

of a "utero," a "faith birth,"
or "In-Valid,"

as we were called.

A "Valid," a "vitro,"
a "made man,"

he suffered
under a different burden:

the burden of perfection.

I was now a member
of a relatively new

and particularly detested
segment of society.

One of those who refuses

to play the hand
that he was dealt.

I am most commonly known
as a "borrowed ladder."

Or a "de-gene-erate."

In the guise of Jerome Morrow,

I have risen quickly
through the ranks of Gattaca.

Only one
of the mission directors

has ever come close to
discovering my true identity.

Strange to think, he may
have more success exposing me

in death than he ever did
in life.

[WOMAN SPEAKING
IN ESPERANTO OVER PA]

WOMAN [OVER PA]:
Level temporarily closed.

Please evacuate immediately.

We apologize
for any inconvenience.

MAN: Well, I think we
can rule out suicide.

MAN 2:
Excuse me, sir?

Nothing.

Thank you.

This is going to take a while.

We may have to push things back.

[VACUUMS HUMMING]

Irene, I want you

to assist the investigators.

My work, director.
That would put me behind.

Uh, I appreciate
your sacrifice, Irene.

Will you see to it
I don't lose my place in line?

Your place is assured.

So will you kindly inform
the authorities

that we will cooperate
in any way

although we can't tolerate
a major disruption.

Director...

Thank you, Irene.

Thank you, director.

Director, how will
this affect the mission?

Oh, we're still going
ahead as planned.

The launch window
is only open until week's end,

and tragic though
this event may be,

it hasn't stopped
the planets turning, has it?

[HUMMING]

What happened?

I'm going up.

When?

End of the week.

End of the week? That soon?

What about the mission director?

He's dead.

Are you serious?

They found him in his office
this morning beaten so badly

they had to check his nametag.

You are serious.

So that's it.

There's nothing
between us and ignition.

I'm going up.

The man was murdered?

So? I didn't do it.
I didn't say you did.

But if the man was murdered,

the place will be crawling
with Hoovers.

I'll take my chances
with the J. Edgars

over the mission director.

Besides, what if
they do find something?

I'm gonna be slightly
out of their jurisdiction.

We have to get drunk
immediately.

[PLAYING PLEASANT MUSIC]

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

Good evening, gentlemen.
Good evening.

I heard my table's ready?

I understand you're leaving us,
Mr. Morrow.

Yeah. Looks that way.

We're going to miss you.

You've opened the wine, I hope?

Of course, sir.

Pour yourself a glass,
Cavendish.

Thank you, sir.

How old?

Me?

This specimen.

I kissed him five minutes ago.

A real good one.

MAN:
I'll see what I can do.

WOMAN:
You want the full sequence?

IRENE:
Yes. Thank you.

MAN:
Good luck.

WOMAN [OVER PA]: Sequencing,
in any way, is not responsible

for any loss or damage.

Some samples may be consumed
in the sequencing process.

Take advantage
of our sequencing special...

WOMAN: Nine-point-three.
Quite a catch.

Yes. Quite a catch.

[WOMAN SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY
OVER PA]

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

God, how many times
have I told Cavendish?

Oh... This can't have been opened
more than five minutes ago!

A wine like this needs
to breathe.

Remember that.

You know, they say
when you're weightless,

it's the closest thing
to being in the womb.

I can't believe
you pulled this off.

They're sending you up there.

Up there, for chrissake.

You, of all people.

I hate to think of you alone
in that room for a year.

Don't think about it.
Anyway...

The room I'm stuck in
is bigger than your tin can.

You know what I'm saying.
What are you gonna do?

I have my books.
I go places in my head.

[LAUGHS]

I'd be happier
if you had some company.

I have visitors.

Yeah, well,
none that you don't pay.

I wouldn't have it
any other way.

Seriously,

what are you gonna do?

I'm gonna finish this.

What's Titan like
this time of year?

[CHUCKLES]

What's Titan like?

Titan is exactly like this:

All the time,

it's got a cloud
around it so thick

nobody can tell
what's underneath.

Maybe there's nothing there.

There's something there.

You should be going
instead of me.

Why is that?

'Cause up there
your legs wouldn't matter.

I'm scared of heights.

[ELECTRICITY ZAPPING]

[VOMITING]

I'm sorry.

Do you want this?

I'll save some for you, shall I?

[CHUCKLES]

[GROANS]

I'm so sorry.
I'm really sorry.

No, you're not that sorry.

I'm really, really sorry.

Don't give me a hard time.
Give me a break.

[GRUNTS]

[YELLS]

Come on! Come on!
I'm sorry.

Help! Help!
I'm sorry.

You know, I wasn't drunk.

What do you mean,
you're not drunk?

When I walked in front
of that car.

What car?

I stepped right out
in front of it.

I'd never been more sober
in my life.

Go to sleep.

I couldn't even get
thatright, could I?

If at first you don't succeed,

try, try again.

Go to sleep.

I'm proud of you, Vincent.

You must be drunk
to call me Vincent.

[BEEPING]

[BEEPS]

[HEART BEATING]

How much do you need?

Twenty minutes.

You can go.

It's all right, Irene.
You're excused.

[BEEPS]

[HEART BEATING]

We found our man.

It's the only specimen
in the entire place

that can't be accounted for.

Every 10 years or so,
things go our way.

The eyelash.
What do you know about it?

It's an unregistered
In-Valid.

He was a janitor here
until a few years back,

when he disappeared
out of sight.

So the specimen could have
been here since then.

Well, take a look
at the floor, sir.

I don't think anything lays
around here for very long.

There's also
the matter of motive.

Is the janitor gonna come back
after all this time

to kill a man he never knew?

Well, his profile does suggest
a violent temperament.

If I'm not mistaken,

his profile also suggests
he's a sick man.

There's a 90 percent chance
the owner of this eyelash

has already died himself
of natural causes.

That means there's a 10 percent
chance he's still alive.

It's a lost-and-found case,
sir.

All we have to do is find
the man who's minus an eyelash,

we have the murderer.

I'll do a cross-check.

I'll find out
about his family...

I've already run it.

There's no record
of any living relative.

Well, that's a damn shame, sir.

I want you to check
the entry log.

Alibis, grudges.

I look around.
I see a lot of dry eyes.

The mission director was not,
uh, universally loved.

He was leading cutbacks
in the program.

With all due respect, sir...

Whatever you say.

[HEART BEATING]

Jerome, Jerome the metronome.

I could play the piano
by that heartbeat of his.

DETECTIVE:
Mr. Director,

you will be pleased to know
that we have a suspect.

That is a relief.
Who is he?

We found an unaccounted-for
specimen in the South Wing,

and here's his picture.

DIRECTOR:
An In-Valid.

DETECTIVE 2: We are still
following other leads.

Be that as it may,

I'm having this
posted immediately.

I'm curious, director.

An advantage, I should imagine,
in your line of work.

DETECTIVE 2:
Your, uh, hiring practices.

DIRECTOR:
Our "recruitment philosophy."

Who do you have to be
to be here?

Well, naturally,
our standard is beyond

that of the common citizen.

Even amongst your people
you must have

varying levels of excellence.

Occasionally we've been forced
to accept candidates

with minor shortcomings.

But nothing that would prohibit
someone from working in a field

such as law enforcement,
for example.

But now there are enough
of the right kind of people

to warrant
a new measuring stick.

Bodies with minds to match.

Essential

as we push out
further and further.

Yet you still
closely monitor performance.

DIRECTOR: We have to ensure that
people are meeting their potential.

And exceeding it?
No one exceeds his potential.

If he did?

DIRECTOR:
It means that we did not

accurately gauge his potential
in the first place.

[BEEPS]

[HEART BEATING FASTER]

Are you all right, Jerome?

Terrific.

[PANTING]

[WOMAN SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY
OVER PA]

IRENE: This is the entry log
for the last seven days.

What about you, Irene?

Do you have an alibi?

I was alone.

I find that hard to believe.

Excuse me.

I'll take care of that for you,
Mr. Morrow.

[ROCKET LAUNCHING]

I see I'm not
the only one who looks up

every time there's a launch.

Hello, Jerome.

Hello.

It's awful about the director.

Awful it didn't happen sooner.

[CHUCKLES]

Didn't the director threaten
to cancel your mission

more than once, Jerome?

Yes, he did.

Somebody did you a favor.

Do they have any idea whose hand
I should be shaking?

They found an eyelash
in the South Wing.

Does it have a name?

Just some In-Valid.

Jerome...

I had you sequenced.

I read your profile.

I'm sorry.

Seems you're everything
they say you are and more.

What about you, Irene?

You're engineered
just like the rest of us.

Not quite like the rest of you.

"Unacceptable likelihood
of heart failure."

I think that's what
the manual says.

The only trip I'll take in space

is around the sun
on this satellite right here.

Well, if there's
anything wrong with you,

I can't see it
from where I'm standing.

If you don't believe me...

Here. Take it.

If you're still interested,
let me know.

I'm sorry.
The wind caught it.

[KEYBOARD CLICKING]

[WOMAN SPEAKING
IN ESPERANTO OVER PA]

WOMAN [OVER PA]: Please check
the latest Gattaca bulletin.

[FOOTSTEPS
APPROACHING]

DIRECTOR:
Jerome.

Is this the approach path
that we discussed?

Absolutely, director.

Quite right. Quite right.

JEROME: Listen to what
I'm saying to you,

I want what I ordered.

It's a completely
different color.

No. I'm bored
of talking to you.

I'm bored.
I'll call you back.

That was the company
that sell us your hair dye.

They've sent me "Summer Wheat"
instead of "Honey Dawn."

Any fool knows
it's two shades lighter.

She said,
"Why don't you try a change?"

I don't want a change
We can't use a change.

Now I'm probably
gonna have to pay

for the five boxes
they've sent me.

We can't stay here.

The idiots I have to deal with
you wouldn't believe.

VINCENT: They think I killed
the mission director.

What makes them think that?

They found my eyelash.

Where?

In the corridor.

Oh, well, it could be worse.

They could've found it
in your eye.

They've got my picture
plastered up all over the place.

I can't turn around
without seeing my own face.

They'll recognize me.

They won't recognize you.

They'll recognize me.

I don't recognize you.

They won't marry
the eyelash to you.

They won't believe
that one of their elite

could've suckered them
all this time.

No, no, no, no, no.
We change nothing.

We do as we planned.

You're Jerome Morrow,
Navigator 1st Class.

I'm not Jerome Morrow.
I'm a murder suspect.

W-what are you doing?

What are you doing?!

That's more than a day's worth!

Wait.
We can't stay here.

Stop that!

Oh, fine. Fine.

You leave if you want.

But you're not taking
that stuff.

That stuff is mine!

I could've rented myself out
to somebody with a spine,

if I'd known you were
gonna go belly-up on me

at the last fucking gasp.

You can't quit on me now.

I've put too much into this.

What do you want me to do,

wheel in there
and finish the job myself?

Eugene,

they are going to find me.

You still don't understand,
do you?

When they look at you,
they don't see you anymore.

They only see me.

Keep your lashes on your lids
where they belong.

How could you be so careless?

I'm going out.

Where are you going?

Um, well, if I'm gonna
get arrested tomorrow,

I'm gonna go out tonight.

Are you sure that's a good idea,
to go out?

Well, it was your idea not
to change anything.

Who's going?

I'd say everybody.

Everybody.

If I don't go,
it'll look suspicious.

You don't want to look
suspicious, do you?

Thanks.

[HORN HONKING]

[PIANO PLAYING
CLASSICAL MUSIC]

[GRUNTS]

Who ordered this?

What are we doing here?

I'm following a lead.

Forgive me, sir,
but that's what I do.

I'm a detective.
I follow leads.

What makes you think the owner
of the eyelash is here?

He's an In-Valid, sir.

Where do we look for In-Valids
but where In-Valids are?

He's an In-Valid.

He's an In-Valid clever enough
to go unregistered

all these years.

Do you think he's likely
to lie down for us now?

Well,
what would you suggest, sir?

Move the inquiry
back to the scene.

Draw a five-mile radius
around Gattaca, sweep again.

Random stops.

[PIANO CONTINUES PLAYING]

You're a navigator?
At Gattaca?

That's what it says, doesn't it?

It doesn't say you're crippled.

I'm not crippled.

I hurt my leg training,
you moron.

How dare you question me.

Yeah, right.

What's your number?

All right, forget it.

No! What's your number,
you fucking flatfoot?

Look, I said forget it.
What do you want? An apology?

Oh, it gets to you, doesn't it?

It gets to you that I can do
what you can only dream of.

I'm getting off
this ball of dirt.

How dare you question me!
That's harassment.

My mistake.

What's your number?
What's your number?!

DETECTIVE: May I remind you
that this is a crime scene?

What's this man doing here?

What are you doing, old man?

Uh, doing my job, sir.

This is evidence.

But it's just trash.

You didn't know?

Oh, yes. Yeah.

Wonderful, wasn't it?

Twelve fingers or one,
it's how you play.

That piece can only
be played with 12.

What's all this about?

Uh, it's probably nothing.

Uh, you better not. Um...

I don't want to give you
a contaminated specimen.

Get my meaning?

Thanks.

You never know
where those swabs have been.

I want to show you something.

Come on, we'll miss it!

[HORN HONKING]

Come on. Come on.
We'll miss it. Come on.

What did I tell you?

IRENE: Strange.
VINCENT: What?

Your eyes look different.

I guess it must be the light.

Must be.

[WATCH BEEPING]

DETECTIVE:
Positive match.

I'm impressed.

The cup was definitely used
since the original sweep?

Two samples, two days.

Either the suspect went back
to the scene of the crime

to get a drink of water...

And I don't know anybody
that thirsty.

Or he still works there.

I thought we checked all
the service staff.

I don't think he cleans up
the place anymore.

I have a feeling he might
be there under false pretenses

playing somebody else's hand.

A borrowed ladder...

at Gattaca?

It's far-fetched,

but it's not out of
the realm of possibility.

I find it hard
to believe he could be

one of their elite workers.

Even if he got past
their security system,

he wouldn't have the mental
faculty or the physical stamina.

Maybe you're
underestimating him.

Maybe he is an impostor

and maybe the director
found out about him.

That could be his motive.

I say we sample every employee
within the parameters

intravenously.

Two-thirds of their work force
fall into that category.

We'd be closing them down
for days.

No, a fingertip sample
or urine should be sufficient.

I suggest blood from the vein.

I hope I'm not out of line.

[WOMAN SPEAKING
IN ESPERANTO OVER PA]

WOMAN [OVER PA]: Mandatory
testing for all employees...

[WOMAN SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY
OVER PA]

Please cooperate
with the authorities.

It's only a matter of time, sir.
Only a matter of time.

What's with the plungers, Lamar?

You open up a blood bank?

The, uh, gentlemen
of law enforcement

are concerned that
my testing methods

may have been compromised.

Ow!

Goddamn!
Jerome, I'm sorry.

What, are you out
of practice, Lamar?

Here, let me look at that.

Yeah, it's all right.
It's all right.

It's all right.

Luckily, it looks as though
we have enough.

Well, if you need any more,

you can always get it off
his shoes.

[CHIMES]

Irene.

So you didn't do it after all?

Uh, no, I...

I guess somebody beat me to it.

I guess.

Um...

I leave in two days.

I mean, I...

I-I guess you know that.

But, um...

[WOMAN SPEAKING
IN ESPERANTO OVER PA]

That's the last.

Something's not right.

He's not here.
It's a blind alley.

No, we missed something.
I say we test again.

Test?

I cannot allow you

to disrupt operations
any further.

You're not
at all concerned about

having a murderer in your midst?

Right now, your presence
is creating more of a threat.

The window for our latest launch
is open for seven days

once every 70 years.

So it's rather crucial
we leave on time.

Mission means a great deal
to you, doesn't it?

And your late colleague
opposed it, didn't he?

DIRECTOR: Take another look
at my profile, detective.

You won't find
a violent bone in my body.

My apologies, director.

He won't trouble you
any further.

This is not the only place
we can look.

Okay.

Let's start making the rounds.

[BAND PLAYING JAZZ MUSIC]

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

I'm luckier than most.

Not as lucky as some.

I know something about that.

You, Jerome?

What heart problem
did you ever have?

Did you get yours broken once?

I had this crazy idea

that you were more interested
in the murder case than me.

You're right.

That's a crazy idea.

Would you like to dance?

It's funny.

You work so hard.

You do everything you can
to get away from a place,

and when you finally
get your chance to leave,

you find a reason to stay.

A year is a long time.

Not so long.

Just once around the sun.

Hello, everyone.
Nice to see you.

I am your detective
for the evening.

Please don't leave the premises.

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

DETECTIVE:
I said nobody leave!

Am I speaking in some kind
of strange foreign language?

Check for hairpieces,
check lenses, check dentures.

I want napkins,
I want cigarette butts,

I want the saliva off tea cups.

That's a familiar face.
Check him out, will you?

I thought you wanted to dance.

Excuse me.
Where are you going?

Oh, yeah.
Hang on just a minute.

Jerome!

Jerome!

[GRUNTS]

Are you insane?!
Come on. Come on!

Where did they go?

Where did they go?!

[GRUNTING]

Come on. Come on.

Shh.

Don't you understand
I can't do that?

Shh.
You just did.

Don't touch your face!
Don't swallow. Don't spit.

Let's clean his teeth.

Vincent!

Vincent!

Who's Vincent?

I...

[WHISPERING]
Don't say anything.

Don't say anything.

What happened?

The scars on your legs?

Oh, uh...

Well, you remember
the '99 Chrysler LeBaron?

This is the exact height
of the front fender.

Looked left instead of right.

Did you just make that up,
or do you use it all the time?

I use it all the time.

I know you had something to do
with the director's death.

That's not true, Irene.

Isn't that the man
from last night?

He's nobody.

He's one of our best.

I'm certain he has nothing to do
with this business.

Jerome Morrow.

You don't look well, Jerome.

Why don't you go home?

Can I help you?

I'm looking for Jerome Morrow.

I'm sorry. He's ill.
A little nausea.

It's quite common
before a mission.

Really?

I ought to pay him a visit.

I understand you can
show me the way.

[WATCH BEEPING]

[PHONE RINGING]

You don't know who he is,
do you, Irene?

[PHONE RINGING]

Shh.

Hello?

Eugene, I need you to be
yourself for the day.

I was never very good at it.
Remember?

The investigators are coming by.

I'm supposed to be sick.

So you keep telling me.

How long have I got?

Not long.

[BUZZER SOUNDS]

[BUZZER SOUNDS]

[BUZZER SOUNDS]

I guess he's not home.

JEROME:
Hello?

I'm here to see Jerome Morrow.

Yes, that's me.
Come up.

I guess he's home.

[GRUNTS]

Come in.

Come in.

Hello, sweetheart.

Where's my kiss?

Good to see
you're feeling better.

Of course, now that you're here.

Who's your friend?

How can I help?

It's about the director.

Oh. Again?

I hope it's no trouble.

No, no. No trouble.

[COUGHS]

Forgive me for not
giving you a guided tour.

Couldn't we do this
another time?

Well, this won't take a moment.

Maybe he can tell me
what I've got.

[CHIMES]

Who were you expecting?

[WATCH BEEPING]
Yes.

DETECTIVE:
We have our man, sir.

You have him?
We have him in custody.

I'll come right away.

[DOOR CLOSES]

How are you, Jerome?

Not bad, Jerome.

How the hell
did you get up here?

Oh, I could always walk.

I've been faking it.

VINCENT:
Irene. Irene.

Irene.
Don't touch me!

Listen to me, Irene.

I don't even know who you are.

I'm the same person
I was yesterday.

I can't hear any more
of your lies, Jerome.

My name is Vincent. All right?
Vincent Anton Freeman.

And I'm a faith birth
or a de-gene-erate,

whatever you wanna call it.

But I'm not a murderer.

You're a God-child?

But we do have one thing
in common.

Only I don't have
20 or 30 years left in mine.

Mine is already
10,000 beats overdue.

It's not possible.

You are the authority
on what is not possible.

Aren't you, Irene?

They have got you looking
so hard for any flaw

that after a while
that's all that you see.

For whatever it's worth,

I'm here to tell you
that it is possible.

It is possible.

Congratulations, sir.
We did it.

His spit was found
in the dead director's eye.

An unaccounted for specimen.

While I was busy obsessing
about an eyelash,

your instincts took us
in the right direction.

So the In-Valid had nothing
to do with this?

No, our friend here acted alone.

This mission meant everything
to him, didn't it?

He knows that if they miss
this launch window,

he wouldn't live
to see the next one.

And since nothing
can stop the launch now,

he's being very,
very cooperative.

So I imagine you'll be
celebrating tonight, sir.

Of course.

I think she likes us.

Yeah, sure. Just give her
a little bit of time.

She'll get used to the idea.

What was he like?

Who? The cop?
Yeah.

He was just a cop.
Did you catch his name?

Actually, my name was
the topic of conversation.

Yeah, well, he'll be back.

You heard what he said,
they have their man.

It's over.
No, it's not over.

I have to meet him.

[CHIMES]

Vincent?

My God, you have changed.

Has it been so long you don't
recognize your own brother?

Are we brothers?

Our parents both died
thinking they'd outlived you.

I had my doubts.

What are you doing here, Anton?

I should ask you that question.

I have a right to be here.

You don't.

[CHUCKLES]

You almost sound
as if you believe that.

I committed no murder.

You must be disappointed.

You committed fraud.

You're in a lot of trouble.
I can get you out of here.

Do you have any idea
what it took to get in here?

You've gone as far
as you can go.

You come with me now.

There's still a few
million miles left to go.

It's over.

Is that the only way
you can succeed,

is to see me fail?

I'm telling you...

God! Even you
are gonna tell me

what I can and can't do now?

In case you haven't noticed,
I don't need any rescuing.

But you did once.

Well, you've got
all the answers.

How do you explain that?

You didn't beat me that day.
I beat myself.

Who are you trying to convince?

Do you want me
to prove it to you?

It's not important, Anton.

It's forgotten.

I'll prove it to you.

Do you want me
to prove it to you?!

I'll prove it to you!

I do.

ANTON:
Vincent!

Vincent!

Where's the shore?
We're too far out!

You wanna quit?

We're too far out!

You wanna quit?

No.

Vincent!

How are you doing this, Vincent?

How have you done any of this?

We have to go back.

It's too late for that.

We're closer to the other side.

What other side?
You want to drown us both?

You wanna know how I did it?

This is how I did it, Anton.

I never saved anything
for the swim back.

You couldn't see, could you?

That night, crossing the street.

You crossed anyway.

If you're still interested,

let me know.

Sorry.

The wind caught it.

You're flying today, aren't you?

Look at what a mess you're in.

[CHUCKLES]

Come on.

I have your samples ready.

I don't need any samples
where I'm going.

You might when you get back.

Everything you need
to last you two lifetimes.

Why have you done all this?

So Jerome will always be here
when you need him.

Where are you going?

I'm traveling too.

I don't know how to thank you.

No, no.

I got the better end
of the deal.

I only lent you my body.

You lent me your dream.

Not until you're upstairs.

[WOMAN SPEAKING
IN ESPERANTO OVER PA]

What is this?

New policy.

Flight got you nervous?

Well, there's a problem, Lamar.

I never did

tell you about my son, did I?

He's a big fan of yours.

Just remember
that I was as good as any

and better than most.

He wants to apply here.

I could have gone up and back.

And nobody would've been
the wiser.

Unfortunately, my son's
not all that they promised.

But then, who knows
what he could do?

Right?

For future reference,

right-handed men don't hold it
with their left.

Just one of those things.

You're gonna miss
your flight, Vincent.

VINCENT: For someone who was
never meant for this world,

I must confess,

I'm suddenly having
a hard time leaving it.

Of course, they say
every atom in our bodies

was once part of a star.

Maybe I'm not leaving.

Maybe I'm going home.