2 Male Actors (M + M) 5 - 8 Minutes Horror/Supernatural
Dead Air
Full Shooting Script in Industry Courier Monospace Format
INT. TINY RADIO BOOTH - 2:00 A.M.
Red ON AIR sign glows over a cramped booth. Blinking console lights. A coffee mug half-empty. Night city flickers beyond the glass. Static hums under everything.
RITESH (29), casual shirt, headphones on, sits at the mic with a nervous smile he keeps forcing.
RITESH
(into mic, upbeat)
Aur yeh tha ek aur gaana for all the night owls...
main hoon Ritesh, aur aap sun rahe ho Dead Air.
He glances at the console, checks the clock. 2:03 A.M.
A PHONE LINE light blinks.
Ritesh leans in.
RITESH
Chaliye, lete hain ek call. Hello?
CALLER X (V.O.)
Tum abhi bolne wale ho—
“Aaj raat kaafi thandi hai.”
Ritesh freezes. Then laughs it off.
RITESH
Wah. Kya timing hai.
CALLER X (V.O.)
Aur phir tum kahoge, “Toh stay warm, stay with me.”
Ritesh’s smile flickers.
RITESH
Okay... toh aap writer ho ya stalker?
CALLER X (V.O.)
Ab tum kahoge, “Main bas ek late-night RJ hoon.”
Ritesh looks at the mic, then the phone line light.
RITESH
Main bas ek late-night RJ hoon.
A beat.
CALLER X (V.O.)
Haan. Aur ab tum left side pe mute button dhoondhoge.
Ritesh instinctively looks left.
RITESH
(under his breath)
What the—
CALLER X (V.O.)
Nahi, thoda neeche.
Ritesh’s hand stops inches from the mute button.
RITESH
Kaun ho tum?
CALLER X (V.O.)
Tumhe yaad nahi?
Static crackles. The console lights blink faster.
RITESH
Dekho, agar prank hai na—
CALLER X (V.O.)
Tum prank bolte ho jab dar lagta hai.
Gusse mein mic ko zyada pakadte ho.
Jaise kisi ka haath pakadna ho.
Ritesh grips the mic tighter.
RITESH
Band karo yeh.
CALLER X (V.O.)
“Bas ek minute.”
Ritesh goes still.
RITESH
(low)
Kaun... kaun hai?
CALLER X (V.O.)
Tumne us raat bhi yahi bola tha.
A silence. Only static.
Ritesh’s breathing gets shallow.
RITESH
Nahi...
CALLER X (V.O.)
Rainy road. Headlights. Tumhari gaadi.
Aur tum.
Ritesh stands halfway, knocking his chair back.
RITESH
Maine help bulayi thi.
CALLER X (V.O.)
Tum wapas aane wale the.
Ritesh swallows hard.
RITESH
Main... main dar gaya tha.
A beat.
In the dark glass of the booth window, a REFLECTION appears: a soaked man in a suit, blank face, standing behind Ritesh.
Ritesh whips around.
The booth is empty.
RITESH
(shaken)
Kaun ho tum?
CALLER X (V.O.)
Jahan tumne mujhe chhoda tha,
wahin se bol raha hoon.
Ritesh’s eyes fill.
RITESH
(whisper)
Nahi...
CALLER X (V.O.)
Mera naam lo.
Ritesh can’t.
CALLER X (V.O.)
Tumhara bhai.
Ritesh breaks.
RITESH
(voice cracking)
I’m sorry.
The static softens, almost like a breath.
CALLER X (V.O.)
Ab bhi bhagoge?
Ritesh looks at the mic, the ON AIR sign, the phone line.
RITESH
Nahi.
Dead silence.
The PHONE LINE light dies.
The room is suddenly too quiet.
Ritesh removes his headphones slowly. Stares at the dead console.
The ON AIR sign flickers once.
CUT TO BLACK.
THE END.
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