2 Female Actors (F + F) 5 - 8 Minutes Psychological Thriller
Cold Storage
Full Shooting Script in Industry Courier Monospace Format
INT. REFRIGERATED MORGUE CORRIDOR - NIGHT
Harsh white tube lights. Metal drawers lining both sides. A low mechanical HUM. Foggy breath hangs in the air.
DR. HARINI (37), lab coat, gloves, clipboard in hand, stands at DRAWER 17.
MEGHA (32), dark funeral uniform, pale, guarded, thermos and clipboard, watches her from a few feet away.
MEGHA
Aapne report sign kar di thi.
Body release ho chuki hai.
Phir mujhe kyun bulaya?
Harini checks the drawer handle. Locked.
HARINI
Kyunki number 17 ka tag mismatch hai.
Aur kyunki mujhe lag raha hai
is corridor mein koi cheez
dead hone ka natak kar rahi hai.
MEGHA
Main funeral home se hoon,
drama se nahi.
HARINI
Phir bhi aapke thermos se coffee ki
smell nahi aa rahi.
Sirf phenyl.
Aap itni saaf kyun hain, Megha?
Megha stiffens.
MEGHA
Aap mujhe accuse kar rahi hain?
HARINI
Main facts ko read kar rahi hoon.
Harini lifts a BODY TAG from the clipboard.
INSERT - BODY TAG
ANANYA S.
Ink faded. Smudged.
Megha’s face flickers—just for a second.
HARINI (CONT'D)
Aap is naam ko janti ho.
MEGHA
Main bahut naam dekhti hoon.
HARINI
Nahi.
Aap is naam se darti ho.
A faint TAP-TAP-TAP from inside the drawer.
Both women freeze.
Harini slowly raises a FLASHLIGHT and shines it at the drawer seam.
The tapping stops.
MEGHA
Aapne suna?
HARINI
Haan.
Aur mujhe ye bhi sunai de raha hai
ki aap saans rok rahi ho.
MEGHA
Dead body mein pulse nahi hota.
HARINI
Mujhe bhi yahi problem hai.
Par jab main directly dekh rahi hoti hoon,
kuch nahi.
Jab nazar hataati hoon,
pulse milta hai.
Megha sets the thermos down carefully.
MEGHA
Aap mujhe test kar rahi hain.
HARINI
Main apne career ko test kar rahi hoon.
Harini flips through the clipboard papers.
A form. Two signatures.
She stares.
HARINI (CONT'D)
Yeh signature...
Megha leans in despite herself.
INSERT - FORM
MEGHA’S SIGNATURE.
DR. HARINI’S SIGNATURE.
HARINI (CONT'D)
Aapne death declaration sign kiya?
MEGHA
Main ne sirf instructions follow ki.
HARINI
Kisne diye?
Megha looks at Drawer 17.
Then at Harini.
MEGHA
Aapne.
Harini goes still.
HARINI
Nahi.
MEGHA
Aapne bola tha body unclaimed hai.
Koi family nahi.
Bas paperwork close kar do.
Main funeral home mein nayi thi.
Mujhe laga routine case hai.
Harini’s hand trembles on the drawer handle.
A CLICK.
The lock releases.
The drawer slides open with a cold METAL GRIND.
Inside, a body under a white sheet.
Harini lifts the sheet.
ANANYA S. lies there, eyes closed.
Her chest rises—barely.
MEGHA
Oh my God.
Ananya’s eyelids flutter.
Harini checks the wrist.
A faint pulse.
HARINI
She’s alive.
MEGHA
Ananya...
Harini looks up sharply.
HARINI
Tumhari behen?
Megha can’t hold it anymore.
MEGHA
Haan.
Woh disappear nahi hui thi.
Use disappear kiya gaya tha.
Harini stares at the form again.
A memory flashes across her face.
HARINI
Maine sign kiya tha...
MEGHA
Haan.
Kyunki aapko bola gaya tha
woh already dead hai.
Aur aapne believe kar liya.
Ya choose kiya.
A weak, ragged GASP from Ananya.
Both women react.
HARINI
Help me.
Megha grabs the thermos, opens it.
Inside: cold water.
MEGHA
Pehle isko warm karo.
Harini nods, shaken.
She tears off her gloves.
HARINI
Body tag.
Megha takes the tag, flips it over, and writes with her pen.
INSERT - BODY TAG
NOT DEAD.
Harini and Megha exchange one long look—no longer enemies.
The mechanical HUM continues.
Ananya’s breathing steadies, just a little.
FADE OUT.
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