3-Character Trio Cast 6 - 9 Minutes Psychological Thriller
Room 407
Full Shooting Script in Industry Courier Monospace Format
FADE IN:
INT. HOSPITAL CONSULTATION ROOM 407 - NIGHT
Fluorescent lights. Cold. Flat. Clinical.
A METAL TABLE. Two CHAIRS. A WALL CLOCK ticking too loudly. A ONE-WAY MIRROR on one wall.
A WATER GLASS. A PEN. A TAPE RECORDER. A HOSPITAL FILE.
KABIR (35), clean-cut, expensive watch, tired eyes, enters with controlled nervousness. He holds an ID card and a file.
DR. ISHA (40), crisp coat, still as a statue, sits across the table.
RHEA (29), pale, in a hospital gown and cardigan, sits slightly sideways, staring at Kabir like she has seen a ghost.
DR. ISHA
Kabir. Please sit.
Kabir hesitates. Sits.
KABIR
Doctor, main bas ek verification ke liye aaya hoon.
Ye sab... misunderstanding lag raha hai.
Rhea laughs once. Not funny. Sharp.
RHEA
Misunderstanding?
Tumne mujhe gaadi mein daala tha, Kabir.
Ye bhi misunderstanding thi?
Kabir turns to her, confused and annoyed.
KABIR
Main aapko jaanta bhi nahi hoon.
RHEA
Jhooth.
Dr. Isha opens the hospital file, calm.
DR. ISHA
Kabir, aap yahan witness ke taur pe nahi aaye ho.
Aap patient ho.
Kabir gives a strained smile.
KABIR
Excuse me?
DR. ISHA
Sit still, and listen.
The CLOCK TICKS.
Kabir glances at the one-way mirror.
KABIR
Yeh room kya hai? Police station?
DR. ISHA
Consultation room.
Room 407.
Rhea leans forward.
RHEA
Tumhe yaad hai? Blue car. Rain.
Tumne bola tha, “Bas do minute.”
Phir darwaza band.
Kabir rubs his temple.
KABIR
Nahi. Nahi, yeh... yeh galat hai.
RHEA
Galat toh woh raat thi.
Dr. Isha slides the water glass toward Kabir.
DR. ISHA
Paani pijiye.
KABIR
Main patient nahi hoon.
DR. ISHA
Aapka blood pressure high hai.
Aapka pulse bhi.
Patient hi ho.
Kabir takes the glass, but doesn’t drink.
KABIR
Main sirf identify karne aaya tha.
RHEA
Mujhe?
KABIR
Kisiko nahi.
Rhea stares.
RHEA
Tum mujhe dekh ke darr rahe ho.
KABIR
Kyunki tum mujhe accuse kar rahi ho.
RHEA
Kyunki tumne kiya tha.
Dr. Isha presses PLAY on the tape recorder.
A faint CLICK. Then silence.
DR. ISHA
Shuru karte hain.
Kabir straightens, defensive.
KABIR
Main corporate lawyer hoon. Meri meeting thi.
Kisi hospital mein mujhe kyun bithaya gaya hai?
DR. ISHA
Aapko yaad karna hai.
KABIR
Kya yaad karna hai?
Dr. Isha flips a page in the file.
DR. ISHA
“Acute dissociative episode.”
“Selective amnesia suspected.”
Kabir freezes.
KABIR
Yeh kya bakwaas hai?
Rhea’s voice softens, dangerous in its calm.
RHEA
Tumhari bakwaas ne meri zindagi tod di.
Kabir looks at her, then at Dr. Isha.
KABIR
Maine kuch nahi kiya.
RHEA
Tumne mujhe room mein rakha.
Tumne lock kiya.
Aur phir...
She stops. Breathes.
RHEA (CONT'D)
Aur phir tumne mujhe dekha bhi nahi.
Kabir’s jaw tightens.
KABIR
Main yeh sab pehli baar sun raha hoon.
DR. ISHA
Nahi.
Aapne isko sunne se khud ko bachaya hai.
Kabir stands abruptly.
KABIR
Main yahan se ja raha hoon.
Dr. Isha doesn’t move.
DR. ISHA
Baith jaiye, Kabir.
Kabir stops. The authority in her voice lands.
RHEA
Tumhara watch...
Kabir looks at his expensive watch.
RHEA (CONT'D)
Us raat bhi time dekh rahe the.
Kabir’s hand trembles.
KABIR
Shut up.
RHEA
Yaad aaya?
A beat.
Kabir’s eyes flicker. A FLASH of memory: a corridor. A door closing. Rhea crying. A man’s hand—his own?
He blinks hard.
KABIR
Nahi...
Dr. Isha watches him carefully.
DR. ISHA
Good. Keep going.
Kabir breathes fast.
KABIR
Main... main kisi ko hurt nahi kar sakta.
RHEA
Kar chuke ho.
Dr. Isha closes the file.
DR. ISHA
Kabir, ye hospital visit nahi hai.
Ye court-ordered memory reconstruction session hai.
Kabir stares.
KABIR
Court... ordered?
DR. ISHA
Haan.
Aapne violent incident ke baad apni memory suppress ki.
Intentionally.
Rhea’s eyes hold his.
RHEA
Main victim thi.
Aur witness bhi.
Tumne mujhe aur ek aadmi ko us room mein bulaya tha.
Kabir’s face drains.
KABIR
Nahi... ek aadmi?
Dr. Isha nods once.
DR. ISHA
Ab yaad aa raha hai?
Kabir looks at the mirror.
For the first time, he seems to understand the room is watching him back.
KABIR
Main... main ne khud...
He can’t finish.
Rhea leans in, voice almost gentle.
RHEA
Haan, Kabir.
Tumne khud.
Dr. Isha reaches for the recorder.
DR. ISHA
Last chance.
Sach yaad aaya?
Kabir looks at his hands.
A beat.
The CLOCK TICKS.
He whispers, broken.
KABIR
Room 407...
Dr. Isha doesn’t blink.
DR. ISHA
Good.
She stops the tape.
The silence after the click is terrifying.
Rhea and Dr. Isha exchange a look Kabir cannot read.
Kabir finally understands he was never here to identify anyone.
He was here to be identified.
FADE OUT.
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