Remembering Olsen: Screenplay Format Included

By ferf ziamond

This high school reunion sparks one intriguing circumstance after another. When Bobby Olsen returns to his small home town, he is hell bent on pointing out moments from Jessica Kastas past in order to disclose her path of shallowness.

Jessica becomes aware of the errors of her way with hopes of correcting them while best friend Patty Madiel goes through her own relationship disorders.

After a former classmate gives the girls a frightening surprise, they hide precious information from each other during an attempt to analyze their dilemmas separately.

The plot becomes a puzzle where Bobby supplies the final pieces for the rest of the gang to put into place for Jessica.

Remembering Olsen is a dark, not dreary, supernatural thriller that boggles the mind and stretches the imagination up until its satisfyingly, stunning climax.

Will Jessica be fulfilled when she finally begins remembering Olsen?

• Language: English
• Publisher: AuthorHouse
• Release date: Mar 9, 2006
• ISBN: 9781467800853

ferf ziamond

ferf ziamond is a pen name representing a colorless, ageless, genderless tale teller who introduces a different concept. Movie style writing with screenplay edition included. http://www.ferfziamond.com/ http://booksofexcellence.com/ziamond.html

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Remembering

Olsen

screenplay format included

by

ferf ziamond

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© 2006 ferf ziamond. All rights reserved.

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First published by AuthorHouse 3/6/2006

ISBN: 1-4259-1638-4 (sc)

ISBN: 978-1-4678-0085-3 (ebk)

Contents

CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER THREE

CHAPTER FOUR

CHAPTER FIVE

CHAPTER SIX

CHAPTER SEVEN

CHAPTER EIGHT

CHAPTER NINE

CHAPTER TEN

CHAPTER ELEVEN

CHAPTER TWELVE

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

CHAPTER EIGHTTEEN

CHAPTER NINETEEN

CHAPTER TWENTY

CHAPTER TWENTY ONE

Remembering Olsen

Screenplay

About the Author

for

everyone who knows someone who needs to do it all over again

CHAPTER ONE

Dim lights, soft music, camera flashes, a rumble of reacquainted voices fill a small, well-decorated catering hall.

A faceless man in a blue suit walks past a banner across the back wall that reads, WELCOME CLASS OF 1996. He stops for a moment in front of the juke box. The lights on it flash. Standing beside it is a man in a grey suit. His face is visible, but only for a moment.

The man in the blue suit looks as if he is going to point at the man in the grey suit. He doesn’t. His finger moves forward and points to the jukebox.

He continues walking, shaking hands with other well dressed men. A woman stops him with her hand on his chest. She stretches her legs in high heel shoes so her lips can reach his ear, then she whispers. She laughs and the man continues to walk.

He stops at the bar where a young man and a young woman greet him. The bartender hands the young man a drink. He sips it and then the bartender hands him another. He passes the second drink to a waitress who places it on her tray with a collection of others.

The new drink sits on a napkin and makes a trip around the room passing happy faces. Some guests move around as if reenacting memories from their past. Others look on and laugh.

A group of men stand together holding their drinks at their sides while belting out lyrics to old favorite tunes.

The glasses sit still on the tray when the waitress stops momentarily. A blurred man and woman carry on a conversation over the music at a table as the waitress puts their drinks down.

That’s something a family can never get over. The woman has a serious look.

Especially his dad. The man is equally somber.

The woman acknowledges the waitress and speaks softly to her. Thank you.

Yes, thank you very much. The man grins.

The waitress smiles and collects some empty glasses off of the table.

The woman bobs her head back and forth to see the man behind the waitress’ arm to continue their conversation. The man follows her head back and forth.

Do you think his dad had any indication? The woman picks up her glass. The man shakes his head sadly.

The rest of the glasses on the tray begin to move again as the waitress makes her way to the next table.

Once again, she places drinks down on a table. This one seats three men in mid conversation.

She didn’t want you then. You think something changed in the last ten years?

They all laugh.

Hey, a lot about me has changed in the last ten years.

Yea, less hair, less money, and less reason to look at you now.

They all laugh again, including the waitress.

There’s more.

Yep, more stomach, more naps, more.

The second man cuts him off. All right, we get the idea.

There is more laughter. The waitress begins to step away with a big smile.

The third man calls to her before she can get very far.

Thanks sweetheart. We’ll take another round on your way back. He slides a twenty dollar bill on her tray as she smiles and begins to make her way around the room again.

As a wet ring forms on the bill under a glass, the first mans voice is heard from behind. Keep em’ coming doll.

The waitress clears off some empty glasses at another table seating two women. A third stands speaking with a man behind the two.

The man excuses himself from the conversation and motions toward the waitress. Thanks. We’ll take another round on your way back.

The waitress nods and scribbles on her pad.

One of the sitting women is in mid conversation. She acknowledges the waitress with a smile and a nod. She continues speaking. It was two weeks ago. Only a few blocks from here. The guy I work with said she died instantly.

I never trusted those little foreign cars.

Especially when a large truck barrels into one.

The waitress walks away after putting her pad back in her pocket.

Idle chit-chat is heard around the room as the tray’s trip comes to an end at a low table in front of two small couches towards the corner of the room.

The waitress puts the glass in front of Jessica Kasta, an attractive young woman who sits speaking to friend Patty Madiel.

Jessica doesn’t acknowledge the waitress. She picks up her fresh drink and sips through the stirrer. Jessica is not the kind of person to go out of her way to have a conversation with a regular person. She thinks of herself as upper class. She doesn’t recall any memories that are not complimentary to herself.

Patty gives the waitress a friendly nod and smile before she walks off with her tray full of empty glasses.

Jessica’s eyes motion across the room toward a blonde man in a tight dress shirt. I can’t believe how good Donny looks.

The man catches Jessica’s eye and then looks away abruptly.

Maybe I should have taken him up on his repeated offers back in high school. She slides her tongue across her teeth. Right now he’s wishing I did.

Oh, you think they all wish that. Patty looks at her martini glass and her finger where a mark is left from where a wedding ring once was. He did get so much cuter over the years. I wonder if he’s taken.

You should find out, now that you’re a single woman again.

Patty appears bothered by the comment and tries to brush it off. Please.

Speaking of that, why haven’t we seen your Romeo with the wonderful Miranda Oleon?

Hopefully they got lost. She holds up her empty glass with an olive circling the bottom. I gotta get another drink. Can I get you something?

Sure. She takes a gulp. I know I just started this one, but waiting for her to bring them can take all night. Jessica points toward the waitress who brought it while holding up her glass to get a view from the bottom. I’ll take a refill, and while you’re up, see if that guy is still staring over here.

A stranger in a baseball cap with a dark beard and mustache sits in the opposite corner at a high top table, drinking beer from a mug.

He is the only one in the room not dressed for the occasion. He wears a loose fitting flannel shirt with blue jeans and sneakers.

His head