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Orlean nervously snorts some green powder off the coffee table while Laroche watches. She talks to the camera.
ORLEAN
The first time I tried it, the split
second it took effect, I understood
orchids. I loved them with a passion I'd
never felt for anything. For anyone.
The drug takes effect and Orlean turns away from us, becomes fixated on the ghost orchid sitting on the table before her. She smells it, caresses it, cries at its beauty.