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Orlean leans against a car and smokes. A tiny, lost figure. There's a honk. Orlean snaps out of her reverie to see Laroche screeching to a stop in his banged-up van.
ORLEAN
(to camera)
A few days after the hearing, Laroche
took me to an orchid show in Miami.
She opens the passenger door.
ORLEAN (cont'd)
Hi. Thanks for picking --
LAROCHE
I want you to know this van is a piece of
shit. When I hit the jackpot, I'll buy
myself an awesome car, maybe an Aurora.
Orlean nods, climbs in, and tries to rearrage some of the junk on the front seat so she'll have a place to sit.
LAROCHE (cont'd)
Sit on top of that. You won't hurt it.
She situates herself on the seat. Laroche lurches off.