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The sun is high. Orlean and Laroche sit on dry ground. She stares at him. Laroche won't look at her. He busies himself opening the backpack and pulling out food. Finally, Laroche speaks without looking up.
LAROCHE
We're not lost.
Laroche takes out a cigarette, lights it.
LAROCHE (cont'd)
I'm just turned around a little.
He looks up at her, sees her staring at him. He pokes around on the ground for something, comes up with a straight twig.
LAROCHE (cont'd)
A sundial. I'll just set this up, wait a
few minutes, and we'll be able to tell
which way the sun is moving. We want to
be heading southeast.
Laroche sticks the twig into the ground, stares at it.
LAROCHE (cont'd)
This is no big deal. You should eat
something.
Orlean takes a cracker. This relaxes Laroche. He stretches his legs, knocks over the twig. Without looking at Orlean, he puts the twig back.
LAROCHE (cont'd)
So do you collect anything?
ORLEAN
(non-responsive)
Not really.
LAROCHE
Well, y'know it's not really about
collecting the thing, it's about --
ORLEAN
The sundial isn't working.
Laroche looks down at it.
LAROCHE
It is so working.
Orlean stares at the twig in the ground. She looks at Laroche. Laroche smiles sheepishly at Orlean. Rage and panic sweep across her face, her fists clench into balls. Her eyes become wild, some dark fantasy plays out in her brain. Laroche seems unaware.
LAROCHE (cont'd)
The thing about computers. The thing I
not a living thing that's going to leave
or die or something. I prefer having the
minimum number of living things to worry
about in my life.
Orlean's anger softens. She looks sadly at Laroche.
ORLEAN
So, John...
LAROCHE
Okay, fuck the sundial. We'll just go
straight and eventually we'll get there.
They rise.
LAROCHE (cont'd)
What I mean is we'll get somewhere. Out
of here. I mean, logically, we have to
get out as long as we walk straight.
Laroche points them in a direction and they walk.