3-Character Trio Cast 6 - 9 Minutes Pure Comedy
The Borrowed Suit
Full Shooting Script in Industry Courier Monospace Format
FADE IN:
INT. TAILOR’S FITTING ROOM - DAY
Bright white fluorescent lights. A narrow fitting room cluttered with fabric rolls, pins, a stool, and a mirror that shows every flaw.
RAMESH (39), wrinkled shirt, desperate face, enters with a GARMENT COVER like it contains his life savings.
He looks around, nervous.
RAMESH
(under breath)
Bas fit ho jaaye... bas.
He opens the garment cover. Pulls out a SUIT JACKET and CUFFLINKS.
The door swings open again.
NITIN (35), measuring tape around his neck, smug confidence on full display, steps in.
NITIN
Arre! Yeh suit yahan kaise?
RAMESH
Kyun? Tera hai kya?
NITIN stares at the suit, offended.
NITIN
“Kaise” nahi. “Mera hi” bolna tha.
RAMESH
Kya?
NITIN
Main tailor hoon. Cut dekho. Shoulder dekho. Yeh meri soch hai.
RAMESH
Soch teri, suit mera.
NITIN
Suit tera? Bhai, tune pehna bhi hai ya bas hanger pe respect de raha hai?
Ramesh glares. He puts on the jacket.
INT. FITTING ROOM - CONTINUOUS
Ramesh faces the mirror. The jacket is a little tight.
RAMESH
(trying confidence)
Thoda tight hai.
NITIN
Tight nahi. Motivational hai.
RAMESH
Kya?
NITIN
Body ko keh raha hai—“Sudhar ja.”
Ramesh adjusts the lapels. The door opens a third time.
KISHORE (42), flashy pocket square, permanent smirk, enters like he owns the room.
KISHORE
Oho! Suit fitting chal rahi hai?
NITIN
Tum yahan kya kar rahe ho?
KISHORE
Wedding guest hoon. Aur family rival bhi.
RAMESH
Yeh dono cheezein ek saath kaise?
KISHORE
Talent hota hai.
Kishore walks to the mirror, eyes the suit.
KISHORE (CONT'D)
Arre wah. Yeh toh mujhe pehle bhi suit karta tha.
RAMESH
Kab?
KISHORE
Twenty years pehle.
NITIN
Twenty years pehle tu school uniform mein bhi borrow karta tha.
KISHORE
Aur tab bhi main better lagta tha.
RAMESH
Bhai, suit pehno ya apni autobiography?
Kishore snatches one sleeve, Nitin grabs the other.
NITIN
Haath hata.
KISHORE
Tu hata.
RAMESH
Arre chhodo yaar! Shaadi mein jaana hai!
The jacket stretches awkwardly.
NITIN
Careful! Seam phat jayegi.
KISHORE
Phatne do. Waise bhi yeh suit dignity se zyada drama carry kar raha hai.
RAMESH
Drama? Main? Main bas ek suit borrow karke aaya hoon!
KISHORE
Borrow? Bhai, tera face dekh ke lag raha hai suit ne khud borrow kiya hai tujhe.
Nitin laughs despite himself.
RAMESH
Mazaak mat uda. Main middle manager hoon.
KISHORE
Aha! Isliye collar itna stressed hai.
NITIN
Ramesh, seedha khada ho. Mirror mein dekh.
Ramesh straightens. He actually looks decent.
RAMESH
...Theek toh lag raha hoon.
KISHORE
Theek? Main toh bolunga—funeral ke liye perfect.
Silence.
NITIN turns sharply.
NITIN
Kya bola?
KISHORE
Funeral. Black suit. Serious look. Very respectful.
RAMESH
Funeral?
NITIN freezes. He notices the GARMENT COVER TAG.
Close on tag: “BLACK SUIT - FOR FUNERAL. URGENT ALTERATION.”
NITIN
(reading)
Arre...
KISHORE
Kya “arre”?
NITIN
Yeh suit... funeral ke liye tha.
Beat.
RAMESH
Kiska?
NITIN
Pata nahi.
KISHORE
Toh hum itni der se kis cheez pe lad rahe the?
Ramesh looks at himself in the mirror.
RAMESH
Apni izzat pe.
KISHORE
Aur main pocket square pe.
NITIN
Aur main cut pe.
They all stare at each other.
Then Ramesh slowly removes the jacket.
RAMESH
Achha hua. Ismein already dead serious look hai.
Nitin snorts.
KISHORE
(trying to recover)
Chalo, kam se kam kisi ka toh final fitting ho gaya.
Ramesh laughs. Nitin joins. Kishore tries not to, then breaks.
The three men laugh in the cramped room under the harsh white light.
FADE OUT.
THE END.
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