Meeting Miss Olsen
Piper Laurie gave another chilling performance in the sci-fi thriller, The Faculty. Here's a chance for you to meet Piper Laurie in one of her more sinister form.
Most of the faculty's acting was pretty good, Piper Laurie had me going as her being the queen alien because we never witnessed or assumed how she was taken over.~A fan of The Faculty
Thank you Anders for this lovely pics of Miss Olsen.
Below is the transcript of the opening scene of The Faculty. Here's Miss Olsen in one of her best scenes.
Note: The character played by Piper Laurie is transcribed as Mrs Olsen. I have checked from the net and it seems there are conflicting opinions regarding her name.
*Outside on the football field Coach Willis screams at his football players as they do the plays he had written up himself. Nothing was good for him. Nothing was perfect. He screams at them how they're going to die on Friday when they play the only team that can kick their ass. After the practice he yells at the star quarterback Stan on how he needs to open his eyes and play better. Stan's friend Gabe tells him to shake it off and the two head for the locker room. In a fit of rage, the coach heaves over the bench knocking down the huge tubs of water for the players. He kicks a sprinkler and it flickers on...he puts his foot over it and then kneels down and places his hand over it. A large shadow appears behind him. The coach turns around and doesn't say anything*
*A few hours after school had ended a few teachers including Principal Drake, Mr. Tate, Mrs. Olson, and Mrs. Brummel, get together in the principal's office to have a faculty meeting*
Drake: Let me finish this quickly so we can go home...it's late. Mrs. Brummel, with all sadness, no new computers.
Brummel: Oh but-
Drake: But get the service guy down here and get the old ones juiced. Mr. Tate, you're dreaming. Absolutely no field trip to New York City.
Tate: Look I don't think you understand-
Drake: You're not getting out of Ohio, re-think it....and finally, Mrs. Olson. There's just no money for a musical this year.
*There's a moment of silence and all the teachers look sadly at each other. Mr. Tate lights up a cigarette*
Tate: But I bet the football team gets their new jerseys and their new equipment.
Drake: Have you seen the football stadium on a Friday night Mr. Tate? The entire town is here. *She starts to gather her things, ready to leave* This is a football team, let me remind you, and yes the team will get new jerseys, new knee pads, new jock straps, and everything else they want in the name of education because that is what the school board wants. As well as what the parents in this town want. My frustrated hands are tied.
*Outside the school Mr. Tate, Mrs. Brummel walk down the stairs and vent their frustration*
Brummel: You know I don't see why we can't have a few new computers so the children can learn a little something...
*Mrs. Olson stands at the top of the stairs with Principal Drake as she searches her bag for her keys*
Olson: Oh Ms. Drake, the Drama Club had their hearts set on guys and girls this year.
Drake: Well...I bet they used last years set on our town....Shit, I forgot my keys. I gotta go back in. See you in the morning Mrs. Olson.
*Drake re-enters the school and walks towards her office, humming a little tune. She finds her keys and as she turns to leave she runs into Coach Willis, who blocked her exit from the office*
Drake: Coach Willis...what can I do for you?
Coach: You look...very, very pretty tonight...Ms Drake. *slurred voice*
Drake: Have you been drinking Coach?
Coach: I'm sorry to bother you but I....can't seem to find a...pencil.
Drake: You don't need a pencil Coach....you need a good night's sleep.
*Drake tries to walk past him. He blocks her path*
Coach: I need a pencil.
Drake: Sleep it off coach! *Tries to move past him again...he blocks her path*
Coach: Do you have a pencil?
Drake: Jesus Christ! Yes I have a pencil! I have plenty of pencils!
*She walks towards her desk and grabs a long, sharp pencil and gives it to the coach* Look. Why don't you and your pencil go home? It late. *She tries to move past him and he blocks her*
Coach: You look very, very pretty tonight
Drake: Harassment has a very fine line coach. Haven't you read your handbook?
*The coach grabs her hand and shoves the pencil all the way through. Drake cries out in pain. The coach rips the pencil from her hand and admires the blood on it.
Coach: I always wanted to do that....
*Drake slaps her keys against his face, drops them, and runs out of the room. As she runs through the hallway the coach gets on the loud speaker*
Coach: Would Ms. Drake please report to the principal's office?
*Drake runs into a room trying to find a hiding spot. The coach quickly spots her and blowing his whistle he runs into the room and tries to grab her. Drake bashes him into the window, glass splintering his face. She then runs out of the room and towards the main door of the school. Mrs. Olson stands there wondering what the confusion is about.*
Olson: I forgot my grade book
Drake: Open the door god damnit! *She fumbles with the door, her bloody hands noticing it's locked*
Olson: I don't have my keys! *panic* Let me get help!
Drake: No, no! Don't leave me!
Olson: Where are your keys?
Drake: In the office *Looks toward her office which was only a few yards away* I need to get my keys.
Olson: Please let me get help!
Drake: No, just talk to me okay? *Starts to walk towards her office cautiously*
Olson: Oh Ms. Drake please be careful!
*Drake fetches her keys nervously humming a tune and grabs a pair of scissors for protection. She then hears Mrs. Olson screaming for her*
Olson: Ms Drake! He's coming!
*Drake darts out of her office noticing the coach who stood at the end of the hallway picking pieces of glass from his skull. She races towards the front door fumbling with her keys. The coach starts to walk towards her, Mrs. Olson panics, warning Ms Drake. The coach then starts to run towards Drake. Drake drops the keys and the coach runs into the door*
Drake: Help me!
*She drops the scissors and kicks them through the front door before the coach could get to them. Mrs. Olson picks them up. Then Drake managed to fit through an opening in the door and closes it on the coach.*
Drake: Prick!
*She looks at Mrs. Olson who stared at her in a deadly trance. Mrs. Olson holds the scissors high in her hand and starts to slash Drake to the ground*
Olson: I always wanted to do that.