2 Female Actors (F + F) 5 - 8 Minutes Horror/Supernatural
Room 214
Full Shooting Script in Industry Courier Monospace Format
INT. HOSPITAL WAITING ROOM / OUTSIDE ROOM 214 - NIGHT
Cold fluorescent light. Peeling paint. VENDING MACHINE ka low hum. Corridor background mein unnaturally lamba lag raha hai.
IRA (30), pale scrubs, hair tied back, thermos haath mein, khadi hai. POOJA (24), wrinkled scrubs, clipboard ko tight pakde, nervously baithi hai.
POOJA
(checking clipboard)
Shift note mein likha hai patient 214 mein
11:30 tak aa jayega. Abhi 12:10 ho gaya.
IRA
Hospital mein time ka apna mood hota hai.
Aata hai, phir late hota hai.
POOJA
Aap itni calm kaise ho?
IRA
Experience. Aur chai.
(holds thermos)
Chahiye?
POOJA
Nahi... matlab, shayad.
Ira thermos ka lid kholti hai. Door of ROOM 214 slowly CREAKS open.
Pooja jumps.
POOJA (CONT'D)
Dekha? Dekha? Main bola tha!
IRA
Hawa hogi.
POOJA
Hawa door kholti hai?
IRA
Old building. Loose hinge.
Pooja stands, clipboard chest se lagaye.
POOJA
Main andar check karti hoon.
IRA
Nahi. Wait.
A beat. A distant ANNOUNCEMENT crackles.
ANNOUNCER (V.O.)
Room... two... one... four...
patient...
remember...
Pooja and Ira freeze.
POOJA
Announcer ko kya ho gaya?
IRA
PA system kharab hai.
POOJA
PA system “remember” kyun bol raha tha?
Ira doesn’t answer. She notices something near the room sign: a faded HOSPITAL WRISTBAND on the floor. She picks it up.
Close on wristband: R. SHARMA.
Ira’s face tightens for half a second. Pooja notices.
POOJA (CONT'D)
Sharma?
IRA
Common naam hai.
POOJA
Aapka bhi Sharma hai.
IRA
Is hospital mein bahut logon ka hai.
The door to Room 214 CREAKS shut.
The PAGER on Ira’s belt BEEPS. Static.
POOJA
Aapka pager bhi paagal ho gaya?
IRA
Battery low hogi.
The door opens again. This time wider.
Inside: dark room. Empty bed. Empty chair.
POOJA
Patient hai hi nahi.
IRA
Abhi tak.
A soft voice, almost a whisper, from inside the room.
VOICE (O.S.)
Iru...
Ira stiffens.
POOJA
Aapne kuch bola?
IRA
Nahi.
VOICE (O.S.)
Iru...
mujhe sahi naam se yaad karo.
Pooja steps closer to Ira.
POOJA
Aap theek ho?
Ira swallows.
IRA
Meri chhoti behen...
mujhe bachpan mein Iru bolti thi.
POOJA
Behen?
IRA
Woh gayab ho gayi thi.
Years ago.
Pooja looks from Ira to the room.
POOJA
Ye... mazaak nahi hai na?
IRA
Kaash hota.
The room lights FLICKER. A HOSPITAL WRISTBAND lies on the bed now. It wasn’t there before.
Pooja steps back.
POOJA
Ira...
Ira picks up the wristband. Close on it: ANANYA SHARMA.
Ira’s breath catches.
IRA
Nahi...
POOJA
Kya hua?
IRA
Uska naam... Ananya tha.
Humne kabhi use woh naam se bulaaya hi nahi.
A long beat. The corridor seems to stretch farther.
The keycard in Pooja’s hand BEEPS by itself.
The room lights steady.
A wheelchair is now visible in the corner.
POOJA
Toh patient...
IRA
Meri behen thi.
The voice returns, clearer now.
VOICE (O.S.)
Sahi.
Ab yaad aa gaya.
Ira steps into the room. Pooja stays at the threshold.
IRA
Ananya...
The fluorescent lights stop flickering.
The door stops moving.
The intercom crackles one last time.
ANNOUNCER (V.O.)
Patient identified correctly.
Silence.
Pooja slowly exhales.
POOJA
Main entry likh doon?
Ira looks at the wristband, then at the empty chair.
IRA
Haan.
(beat)
Aur likho... Ananya Sharma.
Pooja nods, writing carefully.
Ira pockets the wristband.
They step back into the waiting room.
The corridor seems normal now.
Pooja glances at the room sign.
A new paper slip is taped below it.
INSERT - PAPER SLIP:
VISITOR: IRU
Pooja looks at Ira.
Ira stares at the slip, shaken but calm.
IRA
(softly)
Is baar... sahi naam se.
The ROOM 214 door slowly closes.
CUT TO BLACK.
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