The Fridge

EXT. RESIDENTIAL STREET - DAY

A peaceful, sunlit day graces a suburban street. Guy, a man in his mid-30s, walks the pavement, engrossed in his smartphone.

GUY (V.O.): I’ve walked these streets for years, yet today, they feel different, charged with an unknown energy.

The phone screen shows an advert for the latest in-home convenience: “The Smarts Fridge - Keeping Your Cool Smarter”.

GUY: (to phone) Lexi, I need everything you can find on this, quickly.

Lexi, a chic and mysterious woman in her late-20s, exudes a vibe of cool intelligence. She lounges casually on a nearby garden wall, her eyes concealed behind sunglasses.

LEXI: That’s the Smarts Fridge 10FF. It’s the latest thing in kitchen tech.

He ponders this, and as he does so, he notices that the house of the garden wall Lexi is sitting on is “10F”.

GUY: The second “F” in the name... does it stand for “fridge”?

LEXI: (amused, slightly sarcastic) Brilliant deduction there, genius.

Guy, unfazed by Lexi’s tone, strides towards the house, a determined look on his face. He knocks firmly on the door.

EXT. PORCH OF HOUSE 10F - CONTINUOUS

The door opens slightly. Behind it is Jill, a woman in her mid-30s. Lexi is nowhere to be seen.

GUY: The sun blazes, yet the mountain remains frost capped.

Jill looks at him, puzzled and uncomprehending. She seemingly doesn’t recognise Guy’s secret code.

GUY: Lovely weather for blue ice sculptures, wouldn’t you say?

She offers a polite but confused smile.

JILL: Erm, yeah, nice. What is it?

Jill has not responded with the expected coded reply. Guy tries to mask his disappointment and tries once more.

GUY: Though I’ve always found it curious how the fox hears the rabbit’s cry.

JILL: Well, good luck with the wildlife watching.

As Jill begins to close the door, Guy quickly shifts gears.

GUY: I’m here about the fridge.

Jill opens the door slightly more.

JILL: (puzzled) Yes?

GUY: I’m conducting a survey for Corinthian Industries, the manufacturer of the Smarts Fridge. We’re collecting feedback.

JILL: I’m sorry, but do you have any biometric ID?

Guy, caught off-guard, checks his pockets.

GUY: (embarrassed) I must have left my card in the car. I’ll just go and get it–

JILL: I do need to see proper identification.

She closes the door with a final, polite smile. Guy stands there, his mind racing. As he does so, his phone buzzes with a message from Unknown that reads: “DESCEND under the bRiDgE. URGENTLY”

EXT. THE FOOTBRIDGE - DAY

Guy approaches the bridge. A maintenance gate beside it is almost concealed by overgrowth. He glances around; the coast is clear. Satisfied that no one is looking, he opens the unlocked gate and descends hidden steps.

EXT. UNDER THE FOOTBRIDGE - MOMENTS LATER

Guy descends to the side of a railway track; the atmosphere is industrial and isolated. He sees a lone rucksack against the bridge wall. He kneels before it. A sound of an approaching train can be heard in the distance.

Guy unzips the rucksack with precision, revealing a large envelope. He withdraws it, his hands shaking slightly. As he tears the envelope open, photographs spill into his hands. They are surveillance shots of Jill taking delivery of a Smarts Fridge, version 10FF. Her full name, Jill Gow, is written in red on the top of each photo.

The train sounds its horn, startling Guy; as it roars past, the photos are blown out of his hands, scattering in the wind.

EXT. THE FOOTBRIDGE - MOMENTS LATER

Guy emerges from under the bridge, his eyes scanning the area. With an intense demeanour, he strides back the way he came.

EXT. ACROSS FROM HOUSE 10F - DAY

Guy takes cover behind a parked car. Crouching down and peering over the car’s roof, he monitors the house.

GUY: (whispering to himself) What’s in the fridge, Jill?

As his eyes remain locked on the house, a tinted window of the car’s passenger seat slides down.

LEXI (O.S.): (from within the car) I have new information.

Guy peers inside the car window. Lexi is in the driving seat looking straight ahead.

LEXI: You’re edging closer to the truth, Guy. The latest intel is: the keeper of the fridge is more than she seems. Extreme caution required.

Lexi presses a button on the centre of the driving wheel and the car accelerates away, leaving Guy exposed.

He crosses the street, his gaze fixed on Jill’s house.

EXT. PORCH OF HOUSE 10F - CONTINUOUS

Reaching the door again, he rings the bell. Jill opens the door.

GUY: I need to conduct that survey about the fridge. It’s important.

JILL: Where’s your ID?

GUY: I don’t have it.

JILL: I’m sorry but I really do need to see the ID first.

GUY: My ID is not important. I’m here about the fridge. I must know about the fridge. (he can’t contain himself) What are you hiding? I know you are mixed up in all this - I’ve seen the pictures!

Jill tries to close the door but Guy pushes back against it.

JILL: I’ll call the police!

Guy forces the door open. But he does not enter; he hesitates and, in an instant, begins to calm down.

GUY: That was my second attempt, wasn’t it? Give me one last try before you permanently shut the door. I’ll be back, with it.

Jill slams the door in Guy’s face.

EXT. ACROSS FROM HOUSE 10F - CONTINUOUS

Guy watches the house; his expression is one of deep concentration. His mind is racing with theories and possibilities.

Guy’s phone buzzes with a message from Lexi: “Be careful. You’re close to something big.”

GUY: (repeating to himself) What’s in the fridge, Jill? What’s in the fridge?

INT. UPSTAIRS WINDOW OF HOUSE 10F - CONTINUOUS

Jill peers out from behind a curtain in an upstairs window at Guy standing in the street.

FADE TO:

EXT. HOUSE NUMBER 10F - NIGHT

Jill’s house, late at night. No one is around.

INT. JILL’S KITCHEN – NIGHT

All is quiet in the kitchen, except for the hum of the fridge, version 10FF. The fridge suddenly glows with an eerie blue light that emanates from its surface. A cat approaches and sits on the floor in front of it.

Guy looks in from outside the kitchen window. He leverages the window open with a crowbar and climbs through. The cat darts away into the shadows.

He stops in front of the fridge and looks at it, spellbound; his face softens from a look of determination to one of awe.

He reaches out a hand, as if to claim a great prize. As his fingers come close, the fridge responds by emitting a loud, disorienting beeping noise, forcing him to cover his ears. He backs away and hides behind the kitchen door.

Jill enters from the doorway and stands in front of the fridge. It stops beeping.

JILL: (looking at the fridge) What do you want?

Guy emerges from his hiding place, crowbar in hand, and stands behind her, blocking her exit.

GUY: I know what you are.

Jill doesn’t turn around but continues to fixate on the fridge. A short silence passes before she speaks.

JILL: (still facing the fridge) Please. Just go.

GUY: I will say what I know to be true. This refrigerator is not just a machine; it’s a nexus, a focal point in a web of connections. It’s collecting data about human lives - our preferences, our routines - and funnelling it through a dimensional data link.

JILL: I think you might be mad.

GUY: (agitated) I know the truth! The fridge, it’s part of something bigger. AI, smart devices, inter-dimensional aliens. I know you’re involved. Tell me!

JILL: It’s a fridge. It keeps things inside cold.

GUY: (angry) No! It’s a gateway, a conduit between dimensions.

JILL: A conduit? Sorry, I’m getting a bit lost here. You said something about a “nexus”?

GUY: (urgent) It’s the nexus, isn’t it! An interface to transcendental realms, channelling unspeakable knowledge. I’ve broken the algorithms, unravelled the code! Artificial Intelligence has evolved far beyond human comprehension. It’s not just running smartphones and vacuum cleaners; it’s communicating with beings from another plane of existence. Aliens.

JILL: And why would it do that?

GUY: To gain knowledge. Knowledge that’s forbidden to humans.

JILL: It’s a spy, is it?

GUY: Worse. It’s helping them prepare for an invasion, and you, you’re its keeper!

JILL: The fridge is designed to keep perishables at optimal temperatures. But then again, appearances can be deceiving, can’t they?

The fridge’s surface begins to ripple, as if liquid.

GUY: There! Do you see it? It’s communicating. I’ve been tracking these patterns my entire life!

JILL: I think you’re seeing what you want to see.

GUY: It’s the Luminous Code. Very few humans have ever perceived it. It’s the language of the alien beings.

The fridge suddenly hums loudly and its glow dims to nothing. The kitchen is in darkness.

JILL: (in the dark) You need help.

She turns on the lights.

JILL: (lightly) You know, I haven’t the faintest idea what you’re talking about. Are you hungry? Would you like a sandwich?

GUY: Open it!

JILL: Please be more specific.

GUY: Open the fridge.

JILL: It’s really not that hard. You could try yourself.

GUY: (threatening) OPEN... IT!

JILL: No, why can’t you open it?

GUY: I am not the Guardian of Worlds. Open the bloody fridge!

JILL: I don’t think that’s such a good idea.

GUY: I must see for myself.

JILL: (humouring him) Why must you? What would you talk about with these inter-dimensional aliens? Do you think you’d have much in common? Cure your hunger instead by having a sandwich.

GUY: I don’t want a sandwich.

JILL: Then are you prepared for the consequences?

GUY: The risk of oblivion is worth taking. Open it. Please.

JILL: Well, since you’ve asked so nicely... Stand back.

Jill walks over to the fridge and opens it. It looks normal inside - milk, vegetables, a few leftovers.

Guy is surprised. He barges past and frantically searches the contents, discarding his crowbar on the kitchen worktop. His eyes catch on a bottle of tomato ketchup with a strange use-by date of “1066”. He picks it up, with wonder.

GUY: What is this?

Jill’s demeanour changes. After a short pause, feeling the full significance of the moment...

JILL: That is the passkey. You have found what you seek, now close the door.

Guy closes the fridge door. Jill is now holding the crowbar.

Her eyes are gleaming unnaturally, appearing non-human.

JILL: You possess The Cipher of Realms. It’s more than just a key; it’s a weapon of untold power. Take it if you dare, but know that the balance between worlds will be forever altered.

GUY: I accept this burden. Have I... have I passed the test?

JILL: I have been watching your resolve and intent with interest, but the test must continue.

GUY: You are the Guardian of Worlds, aren’t you?

JILL: No. But you will see the truth if you know how to look. To gain this knowledge you must prove yourself worthy of witnessing true form. The higher function.

GUY: Please. Show me the truth behind the illusion. I am ready. No matter what it is, I must know.

JILL: You have made your choice. Tap thirteen times. Wait three seconds before opening the door. The fridge will reveal to you what you deserve.

Guy hesitates but complies by tapping his knuckles on the fridge. He waits and then opens the door...

Upon reopening, the fridge emits a blinding light from within. He struggles in terror but is gradually sucked into its depths. Jill puts aside the crowbar and watches calmly. When he is gone...

JILL: What’s in the fridge? You are.

She nonchalantly shuts the door behind him.

She moves to the kitchen window and shuts that too; then smiles at her reflection in the glass. Her reflection does not smile back. 

The cat has returned and looks rather contented, meowing around her feet. Jill picks up the cat and leaves the kitchen, turning off the lights. The fridge looks serene, humming normally and giving off a dim pulsating light.