**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:* (cuts him off) No. I know I'm just "The Baby" to you all, but I'm tired of seeing my family tear itself apart. I lived with you, Kendall. You and Rava, you were more of a parent to me than anyone else. And now, look at us. Even if you all don't see me as equal, I'm still a Roy. Our name used to mean something more than... than this. *Her words linger, a poignant reminder of a familial bond strained but not broken. KENDALL's demeanor softens; SHIV looks away, conflicted; ROMAN's gaze drops to the floor, a rare sight of remorse.* *SARAH ROSE:* (softer now) I care about this family. Maybe it's silly or naive, but I do. I wish you guys did, too. *She doesn't wait for a response; turning, she exits the room, leaving a heavy silence in her wake. KENDALL looks after her, Roman and Shiv share an uncomfortable glance, the gravity of her words settling in.* **CUT TO:** *Sarah makes her way back through the now almost suffocating party atmosphere, her departure from the penthouse a silent proclamation of her newfound resolve and the lingering hope for a family reunited, not by business, but by blood and affection.* *The camera pans over her retreating figure, the chaotic energy of the party contrasting with her quiet determination, fading out as she steps into the elevator and the doors close behind her.* **FADE OUT.**

**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 becoming indistinct amidst the cacophony of the party.* *The scene gently underscores the paradox of her existence - surrounded by people, yet profoundly alone; part of a powerful family, yet standing on the periphery, looking in.* *As the camera pulls away, SARAH ROSE remains a solitary figure amidst the celebration, her contemplation palpable. The scene fades into the neon night, the music and laughter echoing a bittersweet note as we transition to the next scene.* **FADE OUT.**

**EXT. KENDALL'S PENTHOUSE - NIGHT - CONTINUOUS** *SARAH ROSE, amidst the chaos of the argument and the party, freezes when her gaze lands on HIM - a man in a waiter's uniform, seamlessly blending into the party's fabric yet standing out to her like a beacon of fear. He is across the room, holding a tray of hors d'oeuvres, laughing at something a guest says. Despite the distance and noise, when his laughter floats above the din, a visceral fear grips SARAH ROSE, rooting her to the spot.* *Her heart stops, a deafening silence filling her ears amidst the party's roar. Time seems to slow, her breaths short and shallow, a cold dread washing over her. The world narrows to him, and the memory of their last encounter - a night that has haunted her every moment since.* *She's caught in the eye of her own storm of panic, her siblings' argument a distant echo. As he turns, seemingly in slow motion, to scan the room, panic claws its way up her throat. SARAH ROSE's reaction is instinctual, a desperate attempt to hide, to disappear. She drops to a squatting position, her gaze fixed on the ground, her mind a whirlwind of fear.* *"Did he see me?" she whispers, the question a soft, shaky mantra, repeated as if saying it aloud could somehow alter reality.* *This abrupt movement and her whispered words finally cut through the argument. SHIV notices SARAH, her expression morphing from irritation to concern in an instant. The fiery argument between her and the brothers fades into irrelevance.* *SHIV:* (alarmed) Sarah? What's wrong? Who are you talking about? *SARAH ROSE doesn't lift her gaze, her focus inward, grappling with the terror that seeing HIM has unleashed. Her silence is answer enough that something is very wrong, yet she cannot find the words to explain. The raw fear in her voice is palpable, a stark contrast to the festivities around them.* *The siblings, finally attuned to her distress, follow her gaze across the party. The camera pans to show the man in the waiter's uniform, now serving drinks, oblivious to the turmoil he's caused.* *SHIV quickly crouches beside SARAH, offering her presence as a shield, while KENDALL and ROMAN, still unaware of the cause, hover, a mix of confusion and concern etched on their faces. The party continues around them, a surreal backdrop to the unfolding drama.* **CUT TO:** *The scene shifts, focusing on SHIV's protective stance, KENDALL and ROMAN's perplexed expressions, and SARAH ROSE, caught in a moment of vulnerability. The contrast between the party's revelry and SARAH's fear highlights her isolation, drawing a stark line between her inner turmoil and the facade she must maintain.* *This pivotal moment, amidst the joy and celebration of Kendall's birthday party, underscores the complexity of personal trauma, the unseen battles individuals fight even in the midst of family, and the sudden, stark intrusions of the past into the present.* **CUT TO:** *As the scene fades, the unresolved tension lingers, leaving viewers with a poignant reminder of the invisible scars that define much of our human experience.* **FADE OUT.**

**EXT. KENDALL'S PENTHOUSE - NIGHT - CONTINUOUS** *As SHIV's concern deepens, illuminated by the flashing party lights, she wraps a protective arm around SARAH ROSE, who remains crouched, her body trembling with silent sobs. The boys' raucous argument grinds to a halt, their attention finally wrested from their own squabbles to the scene unfolding before them.* *ROMAN, with an incredulous smirk, unable to grasp the gravity of his sister's distress.* *ROMAN:* (chuckles) What's this, a new party trick? Sarah's playing 'damsel in distress' now? *KENDALL, looking torn between annoyance at being interrupted and concern for his sister, tries to assess the situation with a more serious demeanor, though still misunderstanding the depth of Sarah's fear.* *KENDALL:* (to Roman, exasperated) Not the time, Rome. (to Sarah Rose, softer) Come on, Rosie, you're okay. What's upset you? *SARAH ROSE, still looking down, is caught in the throes of her panic, her breaths shallow, her "did he see me?" barely audible over the music. SHIV's gaze hardens as she takes in her sister's pale face and shaking hands, the reality of Sarah's terror becoming increasingly clear to her.* *SHIV:* (firmly, to her brothers) This isn't her being dramatic, you idiots. Something's wrong. Really wrong. *Her voice carries a warning, a sister's instinct recognizing a threat she cannot yet see. The mood shifts palpably, the seriousness of SHIV's tone finally registering with KENDALL and ROMAN, their earlier dismissiveness fading into confusion and concern.* *ROMAN, the smirk slipping from his face, leans in, attempting to peer at SARAH ROSE's face.* *ROMAN:* (softening, a rare hint of concern) Rosie? Who's bothering you? Do we need to kick someone out? *KENDALL similarly moves closer, his demeanor a mix of protective brother and confusion, still struggling to understand the sudden shift.* *KENDALL:* Yeah, just tell us what happened. We've got this, okay? *The music and laughter of the party continue to swirl around them, a stark contrast to the little bubble of concern surrounding SARAH ROSE. The siblings, despite their flaws and frequent discord, show glimpses of unity in their concern for the youngest among them, a poignant reminder of the bonds that tie them together.* *The scene captures a moment of raw vulnerability and familial complexity, as the three older siblings circle their youngest, ready to defend her from an unseen enemy, even as the fractures within their own relationships remain just below the surface.* **CUT TO:** *The camera pulls back, showing the Roy siblings in a huddle amidst the chaos of the party, a tableau of familial concern in the midst of personal turmoil and public celebration. A reminder that even in estrangement, there can be moments of unity.* **FADE OUT.**

**EXT. KENDALL'S PENTHOUSE - NIGHT - CONTINUOUS** *The siblings, now a tight-knit unit of concern, guide SARAH ROSE away from the party and towards a private room, her plea hanging heavy in the air like a chilling fog.* *SARAH ROSE:* (barely audible, a whisper of fear) Don't let him see me, he didn't even know who I was... *Her words send a shiver through them, the seriousness of the situation embedding itself deeper with every step they take away from the noise and the chaos of the celebration.* **CUT TO:** **INT. KENDALL'S PENTHOUSE - PRIVATE OFFICE - MOMENTS LATER** *Inside the quietude of Kendall's private office, the stark contrast to the party outside is palpable. The room is dimly lit, the soft lighting casting long shadows across their faces, further intensifying the gravity of the moment.* *SARAH ROSE sits on a plush sofa, her siblings arrayed around her, each wearing a mask of concern. Yet, despite the safety of the enclosed space, SARAH remains trapped in her own torment, her gaze distant, her body language closed off. The vibrancy she usually carries has been extinguished, leaving in its place a shell of fear and disconnection.* *Despite their questions, their attempts to breach her silence with soft words of reassurance and anger on her behalf, she remains unreachable, retreating further into herself. Until, with a voice as frail as the silence it disrupts, she expresses a singular request.* *SARAH ROSE:* Call Gerri. *The name, unexpected in this family gathering, surprises them all. Gerri, the Roy family's formidable general counsel, known for her sharp wit and unwavering professionalism. Why Gerri? The question hangs unspoken between them.* *Particularly shaken is ROMAN, who has always had a complicated, multifaceted relationship with Gerri. His immediate, almost reflexive response to volunteer, underlines both his concern for SARAH and his trust in Gerri's capability to navigate crises.* *ROMAN:* (determined, trying to mask his own surprise) Okay. I'll call Gerri. Right now. *While he steps aside to make the call, KENDALL and SHIV remain with SARAH, their concern cresting with confusion and curiosity. Yet, they respect her request, understanding it stems from a place of profound need. None press her for answers; the priority is her sense of safety.* *Roman's voice, steady yet filled with urgency, can be heard as he explains the situation to Gerri, his words muffled by distance.* **CUT TO:** *The scene closes in on SARAH ROSE's face, lost yet seeking solace in the names she whispered for protection. Around her, the shadows of her siblings loom both as guards and as witnesses to her pain, a testament to a fragmented family's potential for unity in moments of true crisis.* *The air in the room vibrates with unasked questions and unshed tears, a palpable tension that speaks volumes of the challenges ahead -- both for SARAH's recovery and for the Roy siblings' understanding of each other and the complexities of the dynamics that bind them.* **FADE TO BLACK.**

**INT. KENDALL'S PENTHOUSE - PRIVATE OFFICE - CONTINUOUS** *The atmosphere in the office is tense, suffused with a thick silence broken only by ROMAN's voice as he speaks into the phone. His forehead is creased in confusion, his usual bravado nowhere to be seen. On the other end of the line, GERRI's voice, calm and authoritative, slices through the uncertainty.* **ROMAN:** (stumbling over his words) Gerri, uh, it's Roman. Yeah, look, we've got a situation with Sarah. I don't-- I don't really know how to... She's freaked out, like really freaked, and she asked for you. She won't talk to us. *There's a pause as GERRI responds, her words inaudible to the others. ROMAN nods, passing the phone to SARAH ROSE with a gentle coaxing gesture.* **ROMAN:** (softly to Sarah Rose) Gerri wants to talk to you. *SARAH ROSE's hand trembles as she takes the phone, her voice a fragile thread of sound in the heavy air.* **SARAH ROSE:** (whispering) Hi, Gerri. *The siblings lean in, a collective breath held as SARAH speaks into the phone. They catch snippets of her side of the conversation, each phrase a piercing shard of insight into her trauma.* **SARAH ROSE:** (a tremor in her voice) I saw him, I know it was him. *A wave of protectiveness rolls off SHIV and KENDALL, their expressions hardening. SARAH ROSE continues, her words painting a stark picture of her fear.* **SARAH ROSE:** He's a waiter here... at Kendall's party. *The revelation sends a visible shiver through the room; the gravity of the situation anchoring itself firmly in reality. SARAH's voice, though low, carries a distress that knots the stomachs of her listeners.* **SARAH ROSE:** I heard his voice, I could hear his voice. It's like it's still echoing. *SHIV's face goes pale, a sickening understanding dawning on her as she pieces together the fragments of SARAH's nightmarish encounter. The room seems to contract, the air growing thicker, heavier with the weight of SARAH's words.* *There's a long silence as SARAH listens to GERRI's response, nodding occasionally. Her expression is one of desperate hope, clinging to GERRI's unseen comfort through the phone.* *After a minute, SARAH hands the phone back to ROMAN, her part said. She curls back into herself, seeking refuge in the silence as ROMAN concludes the call with GERRI.* **ROMAN:** (to Gerri) Okay, got it. We'll-- Yeah, we'll make sure of it. Thanks, Gerri. Yeah, I'll-- We'll handle it from here. *He hangs up, placing the phone on a nearby surface, his demeanor more solemn than usual. The siblings look at each other, a silent consensus forming among them. They need to protect SARAH, to do whatever it takes to keep her safe. For once, their familial bickering is set aside, overtaken by a shared purpose.* *KENDALL stands, a resolve hardening in his eyes. SHIV, though visibly shaken, nods in agreement, her usual poise replaced by a fierce determination.* **KENDALL:** (decisively) We need to find this guy. Now. *SHIV's eyes, cool and calculating, meet KENDALL's.* **SHIV:** Let's do it. But first, we get Sarah somewhere safe, somewhere *he* can't find her. *Their unity in this moment, rare and resolute, forms a bastion against the chaos of the night. The scene underscores the depth of familial bonds, often frayed but never broken, especially in the face of crisis.* **FADE OUT.**

**INT. KENDALL'S PENTHOUSE - PRIVATE OFFICE - CONTINUOUS** *The tension in the room thickens as SARAH ROSE hands the phone back to ROMAN, her movements reluctant, signaling the conclusion of her part in this unforeseen crisis. ROMAN, taking the phone, finds GERRI still on the line, her tone imbued with an urgency that brooks no argument.* **GERRI (V.O.):** Roman, listen to me. I need Kendall to compile a list of everyone working the party tonight -- especially the waitstaff. We need names, agency details, anything he's got. Can you make that happen? *ROMAN, the gravity of the situation beginning to dawn on him, nods even though GERRI can't see it, his eyes meeting KENDALL's across the room.* **ROMAN:** Yeah, yeah, I've got it, Gerri. We'll get on it right away. *He ends the call, a moment of silence falling over the siblings as they digest the weight of GERRI's instructions. Meanwhile, SHIV, acting on a spur of precaution and a growing need for familial support, pulls out her phone and sends a quick, concise message to TOM. Her fingers dance across the screen with a practiced urgency.* **SHIV:** (typing) Tom, need you at Kendall's. And find Connor, bring him with you. It's serious. *As she sends the message, she doesn't see ROMAN and KENDALL exchanging a glance of mutual, albeit confused, concern. They still can't fully grasp the whirlwind they've been thrown into, but the determination to aid SARAH ROSE provides a common ground.* **ROMAN:** (to Kendall) Gerri wants a list of the waitstaff, names and all. Can you get that? *KENDALL, ever the pragmatist amidst personal upheaval, nods, already pulling out his own phone to start arranging the list.* **KENDALL:** On it. I'll have the event planner send me everything. We'll get to the bottom of this. *He steps aside to make the call, leaving SHIV and ROMAN beside SARAH, who remains a figure of vulnerable silence, her eyes clouded with the trauma of her experience but surrounded by a cordon of familial intent.* *Each sibling, in their way, is poised for action, the room a hub of strained energy ready to spring into motion. The varied spheres of the Roy family - personal rifts, business interests, and now, a protective unity over one of their own - collide and coalesce in a moment charged with an unspoken vow: to protect, to support, to act.* **FADE OUT.**