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Laroche drives manically. Orlean watches the road and holds one hand against the dashboard.
LAROCHE
The thing you gotta know is my whole life
is looking for a goddamn profitable
plant. And that's the ghost.
ORLEAN
Why the ghost orchid?
LAROCHE
The sucker's rare. Collectors covet what
is not available. I'm the only one in
the world who knows how to cultivate it.
He looks at her and smiles. Orlean smiles back and indicates, with a small jerk of the head, that he might want to watch the road. He doesn't take the hint.
LAROCHE (cont'd)
The plan was, get the Indians to pull it
from the swamp. I researched it. As
long as I don't touch the plants, Florida
can't touch us. Then I'd clone hundreds
of them babies in my lab, sell 'em, and
make the Seminoles a shitload of change.
In handwriting made jerky by the bouncing van, Orlean writes "shitload of change" on her notepad.
LAROCHE (cont'd)
And I stop future poaching by making the
flowers readily available in stores.
Then I give a big speech at the trial
about how the legislature should get rid
of loopholes smart people like me can
find. I'm a hero. The flowers are
saved. Laroche and nature win.