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Orlean pulls up to the curb where Laroche stands, dressed in a short sleeve shirt, thin pants, and his Miami Hurricanes hat. He opens the door and climbs in.
ORLEAN
Where are our supplies?
LAROCHE
Got everything I need right here.
Laroche pulls a new pack of cigarettes out of his pocket. Orlean turns off the ignition and stares at the steering wheel. Laroche shrugs.
LAROCHE (cont'd)
Look, don't worry about it. We'll get
crap at the Indian trading post on
Alligator Alley. Hey, want me to drive?