CHATBOT: **Interior: Kendall Roy's Lavish 40th Birthday Bash - Night** *The camera zooms through the pulsing, crowded party, cutting sharply between faces of the elite, the intoxicating lights, and the hypnotizing dance of indulgence. The bass of the music thumps like a second heartbeat as the scene finally rests on SARAH ROSE as she hesitantly steps into the fray. She's dressed in a simple yet elegant dress, a stark contrast to the glitter and excess around her.* **SARAH ROSE** *(muttering to herself)* Here goes nothing. *As SARAH moves through the crowd, she's brushed and bumped by dancing bodies, her discomfort visible. She spots Kendall from a distance, surrounded by a whirlpool of guests, seemingly caught in the rapture of his own making. She starts to make her way towards him but is stopped as she sees Roman and Shiv engaging in a heated conversation off to the side. She hesitates, torn between approaching Kendall or her other siblings.* **SARAH ROSE** *(to herself, contemplative)* Maybe... Not the best time. *She turns, deciding to make her way to the relatively quieter bar area. On her path, she passes photos plastered around the venue, chronicling Kendall's life. She pauses at one that includes her--a snapshot of a simpler time living with Kendall and Rava. The familial warmth in that photo starkly contrasts the alienated figure she cuts now. A small, nostalgic smile plays on her lips.* **BARTENDER** What can I get for you? *SARAH startles slightly, then approaches the bar.* **SARAH ROSE** Just a sparkling water, thanks. *The Bartender nods, fetching her drink. As she waits, she turns back to the party, her gaze lingering on Kendall again, reflecting a mix of admiration, confusion, and a hint of sorrow. Rava enters her line of sight, chasing after their daughter, which draws out a genuine smile from SARAH.* **RAVA** *(noticing Sarah, waves her over)* Sarah! Hey! *SARAH's face lights up at the sight of a familiar, comforting figure. She takes her drink and makes her way over.* **SARAH ROSE** *(warmly)* Hey, Rava. It's... It's good to see you. **RAVA** It's been too long, Sarah. How have you been? *They talk briefly, an island of calm in the chaos. The conversation is warm, filled with genuine care and concern. SARAH's demeanor visibly relaxes, the noise around them fading into the background.* **SARAH ROSE** I've been... Alright, I guess. It's just all this-- *(gestures to the surrounding party)* --feels overwhelming at times. **RAVA** *(nodding understandi...

CHATBOT: **Exterior: Kendall Roy's 40th Birthday Bash - Rooftop Balcony - Night** *After their heartfelt conversation, SARAH and RAVA re-enter the chaos of the party. SARAH, now slightly more at ease, meanders through the crowd with a soft smile, lingering from her interaction with Rava. She engages in small talk with various attendees, her demeanor more observant and detached.* **CUT TO:** *SARAH mingling, the camera follows her navigating through clusters of guests. She laughs at a joke made by a guest, her laughter genuine but fleeting.* **SARAH ROSE** *(to a guest, lightly)* That's a good one. Kendall really knows how to throw a party, huh? *The guest nods enthusiastically, and SARAH moves on, her smile fading as she steps away. Her gaze drifts across the party, catching brief snippets of conversations that blend into a hum of background noise.* **CUT TO:** *Meanwhile, RAVA spots KENDALL isolated momentarily from the revelry. She approaches him with a purpose, holding a small, wrapped gift in her hand.* **RAVA** Kendall? *KENDALL turns, his expression shifting from surprise to warmth upon seeing RAVA.* **KENDALL** *(smiling)* Rava! Did you--Did you come out here just for me? **RAVA** I wouldn't miss it. And the kids wanted you to have this. *(She hands him the gift.)* They put a lot of thought into it. *KENDALL unwraps the gift to reveal a homemade photo album filled with pictures of him with his children, including some with SARAH in them, showcasing moments of genuine happiness.* **KENDALL** *(touched)* This is... incredible. Tell them I love it, okay? **RAVA** *(smiling softly)* I will. And, Kendall... *KENDALL looks at RAVA, sensing the seriousness in her tone.* **RAVA** *(continuing)* Sarah's been spending a lot of nights at our place lately. She says she's out drinking, but...I don't know. Keep an eye on her, will you? She looks up to you, even if she doesn't say it. *KENDALL's expression softens even more, a mix of concern and affection crossing his face.* **KENDALL** I didn't... Yeah. Yeah, of course. Thanks for looking out for her, Rava. **RAVA** *(nodding, about to leave)* She's family. And, Kendall? Happy birthday. Really. *KENDALL watches RAVA leave, the photo album clasped in his hand. A moment of introspection crosses his face before he's swallowed back into the throng of his party.* **CUT TO:** *SARAH, unaware of the conversation between Kendall and Rava, continues to navigate the party. She pauses, looking around the room filled with people yet ...

CHATBOT: INT. KENDALL ROY'S LUXURY APARTMENT - NIGHT The camera pans through the opulent venue adorned with extravagant decorations, a live band playing in the background, and an eclectic mix of high-profile guests engaged in animated conversations, holding glasses of expensive champagne. Among them, movers and shakers from the business world, celebrities, and of course, the Roy family members, all save for the youngest, SARAH ROSE "ROSIE" ROY. CUT TO: EXT. KENDALL'S APARTMENT BUILDING - NIGHT A sleek, black car pulls up in front of the building. The back door opens, and SARAH ROSE, 24, elegant yet with a touch of unease in her demeanor, steps out. She takes a deep breath, staring at the entrance, steeling herself. CUT TO: INT. KENDALL ROY'S APARTMENT - ENTRANCE - NIGHT Sarah enters, her gaze sweeping across the room. She's immediately engulfed in the pulsating music and chatter, her presence barely noticed amid the sea of partygoers. She hesitates, then begins to navigate through the crowd, her eyes searching. SUDDENLY, Kendall spots her from across the room. He breaks away from his conversation, a genuine smile crossing his face, and approaches Sarah. KENDALL Rosie! You made it! He wraps her in a warm, albeit slightly awkward hug. Sarah manages a small, somewhat reserved smile, returning the hug. SARAH ROSE I wouldn't miss it, Kendall. Happy Birthday. Their exchange is sincere, a momentary respite from the surrounding chaos. Kendall's demeanor shifts slightly, his usual cockiness tempered by her presence. KENDALL I'm glad you're here. You know, if it gets too much, there's a quieter spot upstairs. SARAH ROSE Thanks, Kendall. That means a lot. A beat. Their connection is palpable, hinting at deeper bonds formed during her tumultuous youth. KENDALL Have you seen Rava and the kids? SARAH ROSE Not yet, but I hope to. Before the conversation can continue, Kendall is pulled away by another guest demanding his attention. Sarah smiles understandingly, slightly lost as Kendall is submerged back into the party. CUT TO: Sarah meanders through the crowd, observing her surroundings with a mix of fascination and detachment. Eventually, she spots RAVA from a distance, engaged in a conversation with some guests. Rava catches Sarah's glance and excuses herself, walking over with open arms. RAVA Sarah, it's so good to see you. They hug, a genuine affection shared between them. SARAH ROSE You too, Rava. The kids? RAVA (smiling) Upstairs, avoiding the madness. They'd love to see you...

CHATBOT: FADE IN: INT. KENDALL ROY'S LUXURY APARTMENT - CONTINUOUS The music pumps louder as the camera follows SARAH ROSE navigating her way back into the heart of the party. Despite the cacophony, there's a sense of detachment in her movements, an observer among participants. She pauses now and then, offering smiles and nods to acquaintances, yet continues to move, untouched by the revelry. CUT TO: INT. KENDALL ROY'S APARTMENT - LIVING AREA - CONTINUOUS RAVA navigates her way through the crowd, her expression thoughtful amid the blur of partygoers. She spots KENDALL laughing loudly with a group, a sparkler in his hand, the life of the party. She waits for a lull before approaching. RAVA Kendall? Kendall turns, the haze of his amusement fading slightly as he refocuses on Rava. KENDALL Rava! What's up? RAVA Have you seen Sarah tonight? She seemed... a bit off. KENDALL Yeah, saw her. Rosie's fine, she's tough. Why? Rava hesitates, the concern evident in her eyes. RAVA She's been staying over a lot. At my place. Says she's been out drinking but... She trails off, searching Kendall's face for some sign of understanding, or concern. KENDALL (distractedly) Yeah? Well, that's Rosie for you, right? Always been a bit of a wanderer. She's cool. Rava sighs, slightly frustrated with Kendall's dismissive tone. RAVA Maybe. Just... keep an eye on her, okay? For me? Kendall gives Rava a noncommittal nod, his attention already drifting back to the party. The charm and charisma can't quite hide a flicker of concern that crosses his face, but it's quickly masked by the party persona he's slipped back into. KENDALL Sure, Rava. Anything for you. Rava nods, unconvinced, but decides to let it go for the moment. She gives Kendall a small, tight-lipped smile before turning and walking away. A moment of worry lingers in her expression before she's swallowed up by the crowd. CUT TO: Sarah Rose, now at the outskirts of the dance floor, watches the scene unfold from a distance. She sips her drink, the noise around her fading into a distant hum. Her expression is unreadable, lost in thought--or perhaps in the lack thereof, a brief escape from whatever weighs on her. In a moment of decision, Sarah turns away from the crowd and makes her way to the staircase. The allure of the party, the music, the laughter, all seem to fall away as she ascends the stairs, seeking the quietude and perhaps, the solace of the company of her niece and nephew upstairs. FADE OUT.

CHATBOT: INT. KENDALL ROY'S PENTHOUSE - NIGHT The penthouse is pulsating with loud music, bathed in flashing colorful lights and filled with a mix of the city's elite and eccentric personalities. Guests mingle, laughter and the clink of glasses punctuate the air. Into this overwhelming scene steps SARAH ROSE, a young woman with an uncertain aura, clutching her small purse like a lifeline. She pauses just inside the entrance, taking a moment to steel herself. CUT TO: Sarah making her way through the crowd, her expression a mixture of discomfort and determination. She's searching for familiar faces but finds none immediately. A GUEST bumps into her, spilling his drink. He barely mumbles an apology before disappearing into the crowd. Sarah grimaces but continues, clearly out of her element. SARAH (V.O.) I always feel like I'm wading through someone else's dream at these things. Too bright, too loud... too much. Sarah's eyes finally land on KENDALL, her older brother, surrounded by a group of people all vying for his attention. He's the man of the hour, laughing and animated, a stark contrast to how Sarah feels. She hesitates, then takes a breath and approaches. Just as she gets close, RAVA, Kendall's ex-wife, appears beside him. Kendall's demeanor changes ever so slightly, more guarded now. Sarah stops in her tracks, watching them. SARAH (V.O.) Kendall and Rava... somehow, they always seemed like the stable ones. Funny how things change. Kendall glances up and spots Sarah. His face breaks into a genuine smile, a rarity tonight. KENDALL Sarah Rose! You made it! He excuses himself from the group and moves towards her, opening his arms for a hug. Sarah moves in, the action familiar and comforting. They break apart, and Kendall studies her for a moment. KENDALL You good? You look a bit... I don't know, overwhelmed? SARAH This isn't exactly my scene anymore. But I wouldn't miss your birthday. RAVA approaches, adding a smile that doesn't quite reach her eyes. RAVA Sarah, it's good to see you. You've grown so much. Sarah offers a small, albeit genuine smile back. SARAH It's good to see you too, Rava. How's Iverson? RAVA He's good, growing fast. He wanted to come, but it's way past his bedtime. KENDALL Hey, Sarah, let's grab a drink, yeah? We can catch up. I've got, like, a million stories to tell you. Sarah nods, glancing once more around the room. It's clear her discomfort hasn't entirely faded, but being near Kendall, and even Rava, seems to ground her. SARAH (V.O.) Maybe ...

CHATBOT: INT. KENDALL ROY'S PENTHOUSE - NIGHT The camera sweeps through a luxury penthouse alive with thumping music, swirling lights, and a mishmash of New York's glitterati engaged in animated conversations, dancing, and more than a few illicit activities tucked away in shadowed corners. SARAH ROSE enters, a figure of both intrigue and discomfort, her eyes scanning the lavish scene with a measured apprehension. CUT TO: Sarah tentatively navigates through the crowd, her body language a mix of hesitation and resolve. She dodges a couple of overly enthusiastic partygoers, her gaze fixed on a familiar face in the distance. We find KENDALL surrounded by a sea of people, the epicenter of attention. He's animated, his laughter carrying over the music, a drink in one hand and occasionally gesturing with the other, possibly under the influence. SARAH (V.O.) There he is, Kendall in his element. And here I am, wondering why I thought tonight would be any different. Sarah takes a deep breath and strides forward. As she approaches, Kendall's eye catches hers; his face lights up with recognition and something akin to genuine affection. KENDALL Rosie! Haha, wow, look at you! You came! He pulls her into a somewhat clumsy hug, the smell of alcohol and the sharper scent of something else mingling in the air around him. Sarah returns the hug, grounding herself in the familiarity. KENDALL (stepping back, still holding her shoulders) You're looking great. Man, this is fantastic, you should meet-- His words trail off as his attention snaps to someone calling his name. He gives Sarah an apologetic look as he's momentarily distracted, trying to focus back on her. SARAH (trying to smile through the awkwardness) It's okay, Kendall. I see you're busy. I just wanted to wish you a happy birthday. Kendall's gaze, though trying to stay on Sarah, flickers around the room, tracking multiple conversations and stimuli. KENDALL (sincerely, but scattered) Yeah, yeah, totally. Thanks, Rosie. We should... catch up. Have you seen Rava yet? She's here somewhere... You guys have been hanging out a lot, huh? Before Sarah can answer, RAVA appears, elegance in amidst chaos, her expression softening as she sees Sarah. RAVA Sarah, it's good to see you here. Sarah turns to Rava, a small haven of normalcy in the storm of the party. SARAH Rava. Yeah, it's been... nice, seeing the kids in the morning. An awkward silence falls for a moment as Kendall tries to balance his attention between the ongoing party and his...

CHATBOT: **INT. KENDALL'S LUXURIOUS PENTHOUSE - NIGHT** *The environment is pulsating with the sound of electronic music, the walls adorned with modern art, flickering lights casting shadows over the faces of New York's elite who are scattered around, engaging in conversations over glasses of expensive champagne or showcasing awkward dance moves. SARAH ROSE, a young woman of 24 with an ethereal presence, navigates through the crowd, her movements hesitant, her face showcasing a mixture of discomfort and determination.* *She reaches the quieter, dimly lit corridor leading to Kendall's private study, her steps slowing down as muffled voices of confrontation reach her ears. The voices grow louder, angrier, more distinct as she approaches.* **CUT TO:** **INT. KENDALL'S PRIVATE STUDY - CONTINUOUS** *The study is in disarray, papers scattered on the floor, a projector displaying paused stock market graphs on the wall. KENDALL, in the midst of his 40th birthday celebration, looks disheveled, his sharp suit slightly rumpled, his eyes wild with a mixture of rage and hurt. Opposite him stand SHIV and ROMAN, both equally imposing, engulfed in a verbal battle with Kendall.* *Sarah Rose hesitates at the doorway, her eyes widening at the scene before her. She takes a deep breath and steps forward, her voice trembling but firm.* *SARAH ROSE:* Guys, what's going on? Can we just -- *Her attempt to interject is quickly dismissed.* *SHIV:* (without looking at her) Not now, Rosie. *The argument escalates; ROMAN's words are cutting, SHIV's stance defensive, KENDALL visibly straining under their combined assault. Roman's viciousness paints him as the antagonist in this familial drama.* *SARAH ROSE:* (louder, desperate to be heard) Stop it! Please, just stop! *Her plea hangs in the air, ignored. Their bitter exchange continues, unyielding. SARAH ROSE'S frustration grows; her eyes flicker with unresolved emotions, her stance shifts from tentative to determined.* *SARAH ROSE:* (cutting through the noise) Enough! *The room falls silent; three pairs of eyes finally fix on her. For a moment, she seems to grow, no longer the overlooked youngest but a force in her own right.* *SARAH ROSE:* (voice steady, resonating with uncharacteristic authority) Kendall, I was going to say goodbye, but this... is this really what we're now? What you three are now? *KENDALL looks at her, a flicker of apology in his eyes, the facade of anger momentarily breaking.* KENDALL: Rosie, this is not -- *SARAH ROSE:* (c...

CHATBOT: **EXT. KENDALL'S LUXURIOUS PENTHOUSE - NIGHT** *The party is in full swing, the open-plan penthouse thrumming with the sound of electronic music, guests milling about with glasses of expensive champagne. The lighting is vibrant, flickering in time with the bass, illuminating faces of the New York elite. SARAH ROSE moves through the crowd, her presence almost ethereal among the chaos, her expression one of discomfort mixed with a hint of resolve.* *In a less crowded corner of the penthouse, close enough to the heart of the party to be considered public, yet just secluded enough for a semblance of privacy, KENDALL, SHIV, and ROMAN are locked in a heated conversation that quickly escalates into an argument, their voices raised just enough to be heard over the music.* **CUT TO:** **EXT. KENDALL'S PENTHOUSE - PARTY IN PROGRESS - CONTINUOUS** *SARAH ROSE approaches the trio, her steps slowing as she catches the tail end of a particularly cruel barb from ROMAN to KENDALL. KENDALL's face is tense, his jaw clenched in frustration, while SHIV stands with a posture that suggests she's ready to jump into the fray at any moment.* *SARAH ROSE's attempts to intercede are timid but determined.* *SARAH ROSE:* Guys? Can we not do this here? *Her voice barely cuts through the thumping bass of the music and is effortlessly ignored. SHIV doesn't even glance her way, too caught up in the argument.* *With her intervention failing, SARAH ROSE steps back, her expression one of defeat. The argument between her siblings continues, growing more intense, more personal. SARAH ROSE, feeling out of place and increasingly uncomfortable, scans the crowd, her eyes searching, perhaps for CONNOR, the eldest sibling, or maybe just an escape.* *As she stands there, a silent observer to her siblings' descent into cruelty, her gaze wanders over the faces of the partygoers - strangers lost in revelry, oblivious to the familial drama unfolding. Her isolation within her own family becomes starkly apparent, juxtaposed against the backdrop of the chaotic celebration.* *The camera lingers on SARAH ROSE's face, capturing the complexity of her emotions - a mixture of resignation, sadness, and a deep-seated yearning for familial unity that seems increasingly unattainable.* **CUT TO:** *SARAH ROSE's perspective shifts as she gazes across the sea of faces, her sense of belonging to this world, to this family, fraying at the edges. The argument between her siblings fades into the background, their words beco...

CHATBOT: **INT. KENDALL ROY'S PENTHOUSE - NIGHT** *The party is in full swing, with a cacophony of music, laughter, and the clinking of glasses melding into a single, overwhelming din. Amidst the chaos, SARAH ROSE, 24, slight and somewhat out of place in her elegant yet understated dress, makes her way through throngs of people. Her expression is a mix of determination and apprehension. She's on a mission: to find KENDALL and say goodbye.* *Sarah Rose navigates the party, her eyes scanning the room until they land on a hallway that leads to quieter, more secluded areas of the penthouse. She hesitates for a moment, taking a deep breath before moving forward.* **CUT TO:** **INT. KENDALL'S PENTHOUSE - PRIVATE LOUNGE - CONTINUOUS** *The music fades into a distant throb as Sarah Rose steps into the lounge. Here, the atmosphere is charged with a different kind of intensity. KENDALL, 40, sharp and visibly agitated, is locked in a heated argument with ROMAN, 37, who is equally combative, and SHIV, 39, who stands with an air of cool detachment.* *Kendall and Roman's voices rise and fall like a tempest, their words laced with venom. Shiv, meanwhile, seems content to watch the storm, her eyes flickering with an inscrutable emotion.* *Suddenly feeling like an intruder, Sarah Rose's resolve wavers. Yet she steels herself and steps forward.* SARAH ROSE (voice almost lost in the room's tension) Guys? Guys, can we just-- *Her attempt to intercede falls on deaf ears. Kendall and Roman are too embroiled in their personal vitriol to notice her, while Shiv merely glances her way, her expression unreadable.* SHIV (not now, barely a whisper) Not now, Rosie. *SARAH ROSE'S face falls, a mixture of disappointment and resignation painting her features. Yet there's a spark of something else in her eyes--a determination, perhaps born of years of being overlooked.* SARAH ROSE (her voice stronger this time, yet still trembling) Kendall. I'm leaving, I just wanted to say goodbye. *KENDALL barely acknowledges her, his eyes flicking in her direction for a mere second before returning to Roman. In that brief moment, though, there's a flicker of something akin to remorse.* KENDALL (brushing her off with a distracted) Yeah, yeah, sure, Rosie. Take care. *Roman and Shiv do not even offer her this much, completely absorbed in their conflict.* *SARAH ROSE stands there for a moment longer, her gaze sweeping over her siblings. They are embroiled in their world, a world from which she has always felt somew...

CHATBOT: **INT. KENDALL'S PENTHOUSE - PRIVATE LOUNGE - CONTINUOUS** *Time seems to slow as SARAH ROSE'S gaze lands on a figure across the room. Her breath catches in her throat, the sound of her siblings' argument fading into a distant echo. Her heart pounds against her ribcage, a frantic drumming that drowns out the surrounding party noise.* *Across the mass of bodies, the MAN in a waiter's uniform moves with an ease that belies his purpose here. His casual interaction with a partygoer doesn't mask the threat he poses--in Sarah Rose's eyes, he's a predator in plain sight. His voice, a familiar yet dread-inducing tenor, carries across the space, and Sarah Rose freezes, a prey instinctively knowing danger.* *As he begins to turn, possibly in her direction, panic claws its way up Sarah Rose's spine. Her mind screams for her to flee, to hide, but her body doesn't cooperate. Instead, she drops into a squat, her eyes glued to the floor as if by doing so, she could render herself invisible to the imminent threat.* *SHIV, who has been dismissive up to this point, finally notices the drastic change in Sarah Rose. Concern flits across her face, a rare crack in her composed exterior. She steps closer, her voice cutting through the lingering tension between the siblings.* SHIV (softly, concerned) Rosie? What's wrong? *But Sarah Rose is lost in her own world of fear, barely able to articulate the terror that's latched onto her.* SARAH ROSE (voice soft, trembling) Did he see me? Did he see me? *Her repetition is a whispered mantra, a hope against hope. Shiv follows Sarah Rose's gaze, but to her the party is just a blur of faces and nothing more.* *Roman and Kendall, still simmering from their own confrontation, catch onto the anomaly in Sarah Rose's behavior. The room, previously alive with the vigour of their argument, now holds a different kind of tension--one wrought with concern and confusion.* *SHIV, now fully attentive, scoots down to Sarah Rose's level, her initial irritation replaced by worry. She attempts to follow Sarah Rose's line of sight but finds only a crowded room of Kendall's eclectic guests.* SHIV (gently) Who, Rosie? Who are you talking about? *SARAH ROSE, still squatting, feels a labyrinth of emotions; fear standing tall amongst them. She can't bring herself to look up, can't risk locking eyes with the man from her nightmares.* *The loud ambiance of the party continues around them, oblivious to the turmoil unfolding in the corner of the room. Kendall and Rom...