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The van pulls into the driveway of a neat, middle-class house. Kaufman and Donald drive by, in time to see Orlean and Laroche emerge from the van. Orlean seems different now: more exotic. She's wearing some kind of sexy sarong. Donald drives up the street, parks, gets out of the car, and watches as Laroche lugs Orlean's suitcase into the house.
DONALD
I'll get a closer look. You wait here.
KAUFMAN
(momentously)
No, I want to go. I should go. I mean,
it should be me, right? I mean...
DONALD
Go for it, bro. You the man.
Kaufman gets out of the car. Donald gets in, peruses Kaufman's script. Kaufman walks past the house, trying to peer in windows. He sees nothing. He slinks around back.
In the yard, Kaufman finds a greenhouse. It's filled with row upon row of ghost orchids.
KAUFMAN
Holy...
There's movement in a window in the house. Kaufman ducks.
LAROCHE (O.S.)
Darlin', I dunno what's come over you!
Kaufman crawls over to the house, lifts his face to the window. Orlean and Laroche are laughing, kissing, groping, and undressing each other. Kaufman is heartbroken but transfixed. Suddenly Laroche locks eyes with Kaufman.
ORLEAN
Don't stop, Johnny.
Laroche jumps up and runs naked to the back door.
ORLEAN (CONT'D)
Johnny! Where are you going?
Kaufman makes a mad dash around the side of the house. Laroche cuts him off, grabs him, drags him into the house.