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Laroche throws Kaufman down into a chair. The chair slides across the floor, tips over. Orlean seems uninterested. She kisses Laroche's leg.
LAROCHE
Who the hell are you?
Kaufman notices Laroche has a set of beautiful, white teeth.
KAUFMAN
I just... nobody, I just --
Laroche shakes Orlean off his leg, kicks Kaufman in the gut.
LAROCHE
Who the fuck are you?
KAUFMAN
Um. I'm just. I was at the wrong house.
I'm looking for the Johnson family.
LAROCHE
I got your Johnson family right here.
Laroche kicks Kaufman in the head. Orlean kisses Laroche's back. Kaufman whimpers.
ORLEAN
Honey, come back to bed.
LAROCHE
Who the hell sent you? Rudy?
KAUFMAN
I'm not --
Again Laroche kicks Kaufman in the head. His scalp bleeds.
KAUFMAN (cont'd)
I'm the screenwriter.
LAROCHE
What the fuck does that mean?
KAUFMAN
I'm the guy adapting her book. Her book
about you.
This registers with Laroche.
LAROCHE
Jesus Fucking Christ.
(then, trying to make sense)
Why the fuck were you in my backyard?
KAUFMAN
I was, um, trying... I don't know.
Orlean is unforgiving.
ORLEAN
Who's the bloody fat guy?
LAROCHE
This is the fellow adapting your book for
the movies, darling'.
ORLEAN
(excited)
Really? I wanted to meet --
(realizing)
Oh. What does he know?
KAUFMAN
I don't know anything. I swear.
CONTINUED: (2)
LAROCHE
He knows about the greenhouse.
(to Orlean)
We can't have this appear on the silver
screen.
KAUFMAN
It won't. I don't even under --
ORLEAN
Johnny, I'm so tired now.
Orlean lies down. Laroche paces. Donald peers, unseen, into the back window.
LAROCHE
He needs to be gotten rid of.
KAUFMAN
What?!
Donald's eyes widen. Laroche paces. Orlean watches Laroche, fascinated by his every muscle movement.
LAROCHE
Small article in newspaper.
Orlean snaps out of her muscle fixation, becomes fixated on his voice, his lips.
LAROCHE (cont'd)
Screenwriter doing research for movie
about notorious orchid poacher was found
drowned in the Fakahatchee after
accidentally slipping and hitting his
head on a rock. End of story. Is that
credible from a journalistic standpoint?
ORLEAN
Johnny, come lie on top of me.
LAROCHE
Focus, darling'. Is this credible?
ORLEAN
(concentrates)
Um, oh... this screenwriter was killed
doing research in Jamaica a few years
ago.
(to Kaufman)
Screenwriter, you have a car?
CONTINUED: (3)
KAUFMAN
I, um, no, I --
Laroche gets ready to kick him again.
KAUFMAN (cont'd)
A rental, a rental.
ORLEAN
We drive his car there, leave it on the
side of the swamp. That works.
LAROCHE
Good. I like that.
ORLEAN
(to Kaufman)
Sorry.
KAUFMAN
Please.
Donald disappears from the window.