**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 somewhat removed. With a heavy heart, she turns and walks away, leaving the bitterness behind her.* **CUT TO:** **INT. KENDALL'S PENTHOUSE - PARTY ONGOING - CONTINUOUS** *As Sarah Rose reenters the party, the noise and chaos engulf her once more. Yet now, there's a palpable sense of isolation that envelops her, even amidst the crowd. Her departure is silent, unnoticed by the revelers around her.* *She exits the penthouse, the door closing with a soft click that signifies the physical and emotional distance that lies between her and her family.* **FADE OUT.**

**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 Roman, for once, are silent, picking up on the gravity of the situation by Shiv's concerned demeanor.* *Shiv, realizing this isn't something to be discussed amidst a crowded party, gestures for Kendall and Roman to give them some space. She wraps a protective arm around Sarah Rose, a silent promise that she's there for her, no matter what.* **CUT TO:** **INT. KENDALL'S PENTHOUSE - PARTY ONGOING - CONTINUOUS** *The three siblings create a small, protective circle around Sarah Rose, each wearing a look of concern. The party's cacophony continues, a stark contrast to the hushed, frantic conversation happening within their circle.* *Even in her terror, Sarah Rose senses the shift in her siblings' attitudes. They are no longer dismissive or preoccupied with their own strife--they are united in their concern for her. For Sarah Rose, this moment is a bleak reminder of the complexities of familial bonds; how fear and vulnerability can momentarily dissolve longstanding resentments and bring together even the most estranged of siblings.* **FADE OUT.**

**INT. KENDALL'S PENTHOUSE - PRIVATE LOUNGE - CONTINUOUS** *The atmosphere in the room has shifted palpably. While SHIV crouches beside SARAH ROSE, offering a rare semblance of understanding and concern, ROMAN and KENDALL's attention is now partially diverted from their quarrels towards their youngest sister. However, the seriousness of the matter hasn't fully dawned on them yet.* ROMAN (rolling his eyes, dismissive) What's this now? Rosie's gone method actor on us? She was always a little drama queen, remember? *SHIV's expression hardens at Roman's flippant remark, her protective instincts kicking in. Her gaze sharpens, a silent warning that this isn't the time for jests or jibes. There's a severity in her tone, uncharacteristic and commanding attention.* SHIV (sharply, to Roman) This isn't her being dramatic, Roman. Something's wrong. Really wrong. *KENDALL, having initially mirrored Roman's skepticism, now scrutinizes SARAH ROSE more closely. His posture shifts, the remnants of his argumentative stance dissipating as concern starts to outweigh irritation.* KENDALL (softening, concerned) Yeah, Roman, cut it out. Look at her, she's scared shitless. *ROMAN, caught off guard by KENDALL and SHIV's unified front, takes a moment to actually observe SARAH ROSE, rather than dismiss her outright. There's a palpable shift in Roman's demeanor, from disbelief to dawning awareness that the situation is graver than he initially thought.* *SARAH ROSE, still in her vulnerable state, is barely aware of the exchange happening above her. Her focus remains fixed on the ground, her mind racing with fear and the crippling thoughts of being so close to her assaulter again. The protective bubble her siblings have unconsciously formed around her does little to assuage the panic coursing through her.* *SHIV, realizing that they are making too much of a scene and not wanting to attract unwanted attention, especially from the person Sarah Rose fears, gestures for Roman and Kendall to help lift their sister up.* SHIV (quietly, to Kendall and Roman) Help me get her out of here--somewhere private, where we can talk without half the party watching. *KENDALL and ROMAN, now fully alert to their sister's distress, assist without further comment, each taking a side to gently help SARAH ROSE to her feet.* *As they begin to guide her away from the scene, the chaos of the party continues unabated around them. Yet, in this moment, for SARAH ROSE and her siblings, the rest of the world might as well not exist. The only thing that matters is getting Sarah Rose to safety, away from prying eyes and potential harm.* *The transition from sibling rivalry to solidarity is almost tangible as they move as one, aiming to protect one of their own. This shift marks a rare moment of unity in the Roy family, driven by genuine concern and the instinct to shield their most vulnerable member.* **CUT TO:** **INT. KENDALL'S PENTHOUSE - QUIETER HALLWAY - MOMENTS LATER** *The siblings make their way through the crowded party, with SHIV leading and KENDALL and ROMAN providing support to SARAH ROSE. Their destination is unknown, but the determination to find somewhere safe for Sarah Rose is clear.* **FADE OUT.**

**INT. KENDALL'S PENTHOUSE - QUIETER HALLWAY - CONTINUOUS** *The siblings' footsteps are muffled by the plush carpeting as they navigate through the throngs of guests, their somber procession in stark contrast to the lively atmosphere. KENDALL and ROMAN are full of questions, their confusion palpable in the air that's already thick with tension.* KENDALL (urgently, to Shiv) Shiv, what the hell happened back there? Why is Rosie like this? *SHIV's face is a mask of concern, marred by the wrinkles of confusion and fear for her sister. She glances down at SARAH ROSE, hoping for some cues, but receives none.* SHIV (softly, frustrated) I don't know, okay? She's terrified of someone out there, but she won't say who. *As they continue their hurried journey to a private room, SARAH ROSE, supported between KENDALL and ROMAN, looks smaller somehow, her vulnerability a heavy cloak around her. Her voice, when it next comes, is a fragile whisper carrying a heavy plea.* SARAH ROSE (almost inaudibly) Don't let him see me, he didn't even know who I was... *This admission sends a chill through the group, a momentary pause in their steps before they press on, the weight of her words settling in.* **CUT TO:** **INT. KENDALL'S PENTHOUSE - PRIVATE STUDY - MOMENTS LATER** *The room is a stark departure from the chaos of the party outside. It's quiet here, the soundproof walls serving as a barrier to the outside world. The siblings gather around a large, plush sofa where SARAH ROSE sits, her gaze distant, her body here but her mind miles away.* KENDALL (gently, trying to reach her) Rosie, listen, you're safe here. But you need to talk to us. Who is he? What happened? *SARAH ROSE remains in a near-catatonic state, her eyes unseeing, her body rigid. The siblings exchange worried looks, the gravity of the situation sinking in further with her continued silence.* *After a seemingly endless silence, SARAH ROSE speaks again, her voice a faint tremor in the still air.* SARAH ROSE (painfully slow) Call... Gerri. *The mention of GERRI's name sends a ripple of shock through the siblings, especially ROMAN, whose relationship with Gerri is complex and fraught with unspoken tension.* ROMAN (surprised, almost reflexive) Me? Yeah, I--I'll call Gerri. *He fumbles for his phone with a kind of urgency not typically associated with ROMAN. He steps away, casting a glance back at his sister, a mix of confusion and newfound determination etched on his face.* *The room falls silent again, the tension palpable. KENDALL and SHIV remain close to SARAH ROSE, their presence a physical reminder that she's not alone, even in this dark moment. Their faces are masks of concern, fear, and a resolution to protect their sister against a threat they don't yet understand.* **FADE OUT.**

**INT. KENDALL'S PENTHOUSE - PRIVATE STUDY - CONTINUOUS** *ROMAN, phone in hand, steps to a corner of the room, his usual deftness with words faltering as he attempts to articulate the gravity of the situation to GERRI on the other line. His voice is a mixture of urgency and frustration, growing increasingly agitated as he struggles to convey the little he knows.* ROMAN (into the phone, flustered) Gerri, it's--look, it's Sarah. She's...she's freaked, okay? Like really freaked. I don't know all the details, but-- Yes, I'll put her on. *He hesitates, looking back at his siblings and the visibly distressed SARAH ROSE before reluctantly handing the phone over to her. The room is silent, save for the muffled sounds of the party outside and the tension-filled breathing of the Roy siblings. They watch intently as SARAH ROSE, with a trembling hand, takes the phone.* *SHIV, KENDALL, and ROMAN can only hear SARAH ROSE'S side of the conversation but her words paint an increasingly clear picture of fear and recognition.* SARAH ROSE (voice shaking) I saw him, Gerri... I know it was him. No, here, at the party... He's a waiter here... *Her voice breaks as she continues, the horror of the situation unfolding with each word she speaks.* SARAH ROSE (choking back fear) I heard his voice, I could hear his voice... It's him, it has to be... *SHIV's expression turns dark, a look of dawning realization crossing her face. The pieces are starting to fall into place, forming a sickening picture that she wishes she could deny. She exchanges a glance with KENDALL, who's equally stricken, the gravity of Sarah Rose's words settling like a stone in their stomachs.* *ROMAN, still standing close by, watches the exchange with growing alarm. The implication of SARAH ROSE'S words isn't lost on him, and the discomfort is clear on his face, a stark contrast to his usual nonchalance.* *After a few moments, SARAH ROSE hands the phone back to ROMAN with a defeated look, her eyes brimming with tears but seemingly empty of hope. ROMAN takes the phone, his posture stiff as he listens to whatever GERRI is saying on the other side. His face hardens with resolve as he listens, nodding.* ROMAN (firmly, into the phone) Yeah, got it. We'll handle it... *He hangs up, the finality of the click echoing in the room. The siblings gather closer, forming a tight unit around SARAH ROSE, their faces etched with concern and a newfound determination to protect their sister.* *SHIV, no longer able to contain her anger and worry, speaks up, her voice laced with a cold fury.* SHIV (determinedly) We're going to fix this. We're going to make sure he never comes near you--or anyone else--again. *KENDALL nods in agreement, his usual hesitance replaced by a brotherly protectiveness.* KENDALL (assuringly) Yeah, Rosie. We've got you. We're not letting this slide. *ROMAN, still holding the phone, looks from SHIV to KENDALL, a rare seriousness in his demeanor.* ROMAN (resolutely) Let's do something about it. Now. *Despite the horrific revelation, in this moment, the Roy siblings stand united, their usual bickering and rivalry set aside. For SARAH ROSE, this unity provides a glimmer of solace--a beacon of hope that perhaps, just perhaps, she won't have to face her trauma alone.* **FADE OUT.**

**INT. KENDALL'S PENTHOUSE - PRIVATE STUDY - CONTINUOUS** *As SARAH ROSE hands the phone back to ROMAN, tension wraps around the room like a suffocating blanket. GERRI's voice, solid and authoritative, flows from the speaker, breaking through the charged silence.* GERRI (sternly, from the phone) Roman, listen. Have Kendall send me a list of all the waitstaff for the party--every single one of them. I need names, agencies, any details the caterers can provide. We're going to get to the bottom of this. *ROMAN, nodding, his usual sarcastic demeanor washed away by the seriousness of Gerri's tone, signals KENDALL with a glance.* ROMAN (into the phone, determined) Understood, Gerri. We're on it. *He ends the call, his face etched with concern and a resolve sparked by the necessity of action. He looks towards KENDALL, conveying the urgency of Gerri's request without speaking.* *Faced with a situation that demands immediate action, KENDALL nods and pulls out his phone, his fingers flying over the screen, sending messages, and making calls to arrange for the list Gerri requested. His expression is one of grim determination, understanding the weight that each name on the list could potentially carry.* *SHIV, meanwhile, takes her phone out and sends a quick, decisive text to TOM, her message is concise: "Tom, come to Kendall's now. Bring Connor. It's urgent." Her lips press into a thin line after sending the text, a reflection of the anxiety and anger coursing through her.* SHIV (murmuring, more to herself) This isn't good. *KENDALL looks up from his phone, his eyes meeting SHIV's, a silent exchange of worry and resolve passing between them. ROMAN, still holding his phone, seems momentarily lost, the usual quips and barbs nowhere to be found.* KENDALL (seriously, to both) We'll get the list to Gerri. Whatever it takes, we're going to make this right. *SARAH ROSE sits quietly, observing the flurry of activity and concern surrounding her. The protective huddle of her siblings provides a small comfort in the maelic storm of her emotions. For the first time since the ordeal began, a sliver of hope pierces through the fear that had threatened to consume her.* *The door to the study opens with a quiet click, TOM and CONNOR stepping in, their expressions a mixture of concern and confusion. SHIV stands up to brief them, her voice steady despite the tumultuous emotions raging within. The room, once a place of isolated panic, transforms into a command center as the Roy family and their confidantes rally together, united in their determination to protect Sarah Rose and seek justice.* **CUT TO:** **INT. KENDALL'S PENTHOUSE - PRIVATE STUDY - LATER** *The room buzzes with low conversation and the glow of phone screens. Notes are being made, plans formed, and the machinery of the Roy family's considerable influence is set into motion. In this moment of crisis, the family's complicated dynamics are set aside, replaced by a single-minded focus on safeguarding one of their own.* *As they work, the bond between them, often frayed and tested by personal ambitions and betrayals, finds a new strength. For SARAH ROSE, surrounded by her siblings and their allies, the nightmare of the night begins to dissipate, replaced by the fortifying presence of family united.* **FADE OUT.**

**INT. KENDALL'S PENTHOUSE - PRIVATE STUDY - CONTINUOUS** *The room is steeped in a heavy silence, save for the soft, steady breathing of SARAH ROSE, who has succumbed to exhaustion on the couch. Shadows cast by the dim lighting dance quietly across her peaceful face, a stark contrast to the turmoil that had raged within her only moments before. The air is heavy with unsaid thoughts and unasked questions as the siblings gather around.* *KENDALL returns after stepping out to make another call, his steps slowing as he notices SARAH ROSE's sleeping form. Concern etches deeper into his features as he takes a seat, joining SHIV and ROMAN in their silent vigil.* *The uncharacteristic quiet between the three is eventually broken by KENDALL, who shares what RAVA had told him earlier about SARAH ROSE's recent behavior.* KENDALL (voice soft, laden with worry) Guys, Rava told me Rosie's been spending nights over at their place. Said she'd seemed... off, distant. Like something was eating at her. *The information hangs in the air, adding weight to the concern already present in the room. SHIV shifts uncomfortably, her gaze lingering on SARAH ROSE before meeting the eyes of her brothers.* SHIV (voice barely above a whisper) I haven't really talked to her in weeks. She reached out a couple of times, but I was-- I just didn't... *Her voice trails off, the guilt evident not just in her words, but in her posture.* *KENDALL and ROMAN exchange a look, both recognizing their own neglect in their sister's voice.* ROMAN (muttering) Same. I mean, we texted, mostly memes and shit. Didn't really... talk. *KENDALL nods, sinking further into his thoughts, the signs they'd missed piecing together like a puzzle they didn't want to complete.* *It's ROMAN who finally gives voice to the question simmering in the back of their minds, the one they've been dancing around since SARAH ROSE's breakdown.* ROMAN (voice hesitant, fearful of the answer) Guys, are we about to--did something happen to Sarah? *The question hangs like a specter in the room, its presence chilling. At that moment, the siblings are forced to confront the possibility that their youngest sister, the baby of the family, might have been silently enduring a nightmare they knew nothing about.* *The realization strikes them each differently but equally hard. KENDALL's face hardens, the protective older brother rising to the surface. SHIV's eyes brim with unshed tears, a mix of anger at herself and fear for SARAH ROSE swirling in her gaze. ROMAN looks lost, a rarity for him; the gravity of the situation grounding his usually flighty demeanor.* *The silence that follows is a potent mix of fear, guilt, and rising determination. Whatever had happened, whatever SARAH ROSE was going through, they resolved then and there to stand by her. After years of rivalry and distance, the crisis has pulled them together, unified in their mission to protect their youngest sister.* *As SARAH ROSDE continues to sleep, oblivious to the turmoil around her, the Roy siblings sit in somber solidarity, waiting for TOM and CONNOR to arrive so they can take the next steps. For now, though, the most important thing is that SARAH ROSE is safe, surrounded by her family, even if she doesn't yet know it.* **FADE OUT.**

**INT. KENDALL'S PENTHOUSE - LIVING AREA - LATE NIGHT** *The remnants of the party lay scattered around the now silent penthouse. Gone is the music and din of celebration, replaced by a somber atmosphere as TOM and CONNOR step into the disarray, greeted by the grave faces of the Roy siblings.* *The living area is bathed in the soft glow of table lamps, casting long shadows that seem to mirror the heavy mood. SARAH ROSE remains asleep in the private study, still blissfully unaware of the tumultuous discussions held on her behalf.* *KENDALL, SHIV, and ROMAN attempt to piece together the fragmented chain of events for TOM and CONNOR, their explanations halting and scattered, a clear indication of their own grappling with the unfolding situation.* KENDALL (trying to maintain composure) It's... it's a mess, Tom. We're not entirely certain what's happened, but Sarah's in a bad way. She's scared--terrified, actually. *SHIV interjects, her voice laced with frustration born of concern and confusion.* SHIV (adds, succinctly) She mentioned someone at the party. Someone she recognized... but she won't, or can't, elaborate. *ROMAN, normally the joker, maintains a rare seriousness as he fills in the gaps.* ROMAN (to CONNOR) And then Gerri called. There's... something about a guy she met a while back. We're trying to figure it out. *Before more could be said, GERRI arrives, her expression steel and purpose in her stride. The room's atmosphere shifts towards a focused intensity as she immediately seeks out KENDALL.* GERRI (direct and authoritative) Kendall, the list. We need to move on this quickly. And... has Sarah said anything else? Would she be able to talk to the police? *The question hangs heavy in the air, a daunting prospect for their still reeling minds. It's clear from the exchanged looks between the siblings that SARAH ROSE hadn't shared the full extent of her ordeal with them.* *Before they can respond, GERRI, with a softening in her demeanor rare for the corporate titan, understands the gap in their knowledge.* GERRI (softening, preparatory) I'll tell you what I know. It's not... pleasant. *CONNOR, who had been silent until now, shifts uncomfortably, the implication of Gerri's words hanging ominously in the air.* CONNOR (cutting in, somewhat unsettled) I--I'll go sit with Sarah. She shouldn't wake up alone. *His quick exit is more than a simple gesture of kindness; it's an escape from the pressing reality about to be laid bare by GERRI.* *With CONNOR taking his leave, GERRI begins to recount what she knows to the assembled group, her voice steady but the weight of each word felt deeply. As the story unfolds, it paints a harrowing picture that stuns TOM and reinforces the resolve in KENDALL, SHIV, and ROMAN.* *The severity of the situation is now fully realized, not just a vague fear but a palpable, pressing concern that binds everyone in the room. They stand on the precipice of action, united by a newfound determination to protect SARAH ROSE and ensure justice is pursued.* *Outside the study, SARAH ROSE sleeps on, the stresses of the night kept at bay for a few more moments. But around her, the gears have begun to turn, setting in motion a series of events aimed at confronting the nightmare she faced alone.* **FADE OUT.**

**INT. KENDALL'S PENTHOUSE - LIVING AREA - LATE NIGHT** *The room falls into a thick silence as GERRI braces herself to recount the harrowing details of the night SARAH ROSE called her. The soft light seems to dim further, shadows deepening around the anxious faces of KENDALL, SHIV, ROMAN, and TOM, all braced for the inevitable storm of emotions.* GERRI (taking a deep breath, weighed by the story she's about to tell) About a month ago... I received a call from Sarah Rose. It was late, the kind of hour you dread hearing a phone ring. She was... incoherent, panicking, crying. It took me a while to piece together what had happened. *She pauses, the pain visible in her eyes as she recalls the event, a moment of hesitation before she continues.* GERRI She'd gone out to a club, just to unwind. When she decided to leave, she took a side door, probably to avoid the crowds. That's when... when it happened. Someone followed her out, assaulted her--hit her on the head, and then... and then he raped her. *The words hang heavy in the air, each one a hammer blow to the siblings' psyche. KENDALL's face pales, an expression of shock and disbelief etching deep furrows in his brow. SHIV's hand flies to her mouth, stifling a gasp, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. ROMAN looks away, unable to meet anyone's gaze, his usual facade of indifference shattered.* GERRI (her voice trembling slightly, but pressing on) She was still on the ground in that alley when she called me. I had a car pick her up immediately and met her at the hospital... A rape kit was done, but... she refused to report it to the police. She wasn't ready, and she made me promise not to tell anyone. *TOM, standing slightly apart, looks stricken, his hand clenched in a fist at his side as if fighting a battle with himself not to react violently. The air in the room feels charged, thick with anguish and barely suppressed rage.* KENDALL (his voice breaking, filled with a mix of guilt and anger) Why didn't she... why wouldn't she tell us? *SHIV, tears now freely flowing down her cheeks, speaks with a voice laden with grief and self-reproach.* SHIV (sobbing) She was all alone... How could she think we wouldn't want to help? *ROMAN, the youngest brother, often the most aloof, is visibly shaking, a rare display of raw emotion from him.* ROMAN (barely a whisper, anguished) We should have been there... I should have-- *GERRI interjects, her tone gentle yet firm, recognizing the self-blame beginning to spiral among them.* GERRI (softly, yet assertively) This isn't about what we should have done. It's about what Sarah Rose needs now. She needs us to be here for her, to support whatever decision she makes next. This is about her, her choices, her healing process. *The room falls silent again as GERRI's words sink in, offering a shred of direction amidst the chaos of emotions. KENDALL, SHIV, and ROMAN exchange looks, a silent agreement forming amidst the pain--this was about SARAH ROSE, her needs, her courage, and their unwavering support as she navigated the aftermath of a night that changed everything.* *TOM, though not a sibling by blood, nods in agreement, his posture stiff with the resolve to do whatever it takes to aid SARAH ROSE's journey to healing.* *The narrative GERRI shared, while detailing events of unspeakable horror, acts as a catalyst, propelling the Roy siblings and their closest confidantes into action, not just as protectors but as pillars of strength for SARAH ROSE.* **FADE OUT.**

**INT. KENDALL'S PENTHOUSE - LIVING AREA - LATE NIGHT** *The devastating silence following GERRI's recount of SARAH ROSE's ordeal is pervaded by a collective sense of purpose among those in the room. They're shaken to the core, but the determination to support SARAH ROSE in her time of need galvanizes them.* KENDALL (finding his voice, laced with resolve) We need to make sure that if that waiter was the guy... Sarah has to feel safe and supported to go to the police this time. *ROMAN, the strain of the situation evident in his every feature, grapples with the thought of his sister having to revisit the trauma.* ROMAN (voice tight with concern) But, forcing her to relive everything... Is that really going to help her? I just-- I don't want to see her go through more pain. *GERRI, ever the pragmatist, acknowledges the delicacy of the situation with a solemn nod, yet her tone carries an underlying steel.* GERRI (assuringly) I understand your concerns. But I know officers who are trained for these situations--ones who can handle her case with the sensitivity and support it deserves. It's ultimately her decision, but if she chooses to, we can ensure it's the best environment possible. *Amid the murmur of agreement and the quiet sport of hope that maybe, just maybe, there's a path to justice for SARAH ROSE, SHIV, always one to confront the difficult questions, broaches the subject of their father--LOGAN.* SHIV (voice hesitant but firm) What about Dad? If Sarah decides to go forward with this... when do we tell Logan? *The question lets a somber cloud pass over the room, a reminder of the complex familial and corporate web in which they all were entangled. Each sibling has a complicated relationship with LOGAN, their powerful, often domineering patriarch.* KENDALL (weighing his words carefully) Logan should be informed, yes, but only once Sarah Rose makes her decision and we know she's comfortable with us sharing it. We protect her first, always. *ROMAN, who often masks his true feelings with humor, now shows a rare seriousness.* ROMAN (agreed, solemnly) Right. Her terms, her timeline. We don't blindside her with Dad's reaction to all this. *TOM, ever the outsider despite his marriage to SHIV, nods in agreement, his loyalty to the Roy family clear in his silent support.* GERRI (finalizing the discussion) Then it's settled. We focus on Sarah Rose's needs and make sure she knows we're all here for her, no matter what. Logan will be brought into the loop when the time is right, and not a moment before. *Each person in the room, bound by blood or marriage to the Roy family, silently acknowledges their part in the road ahead. The path is fraught with challenges, both emotional and legal, but the resolve to stand by SARAH ROSE--united as a family in support of her well-being--remains unwavering.* **FADE OUT.**

**INT. KENDALL'S PENTHOUSE - PRIVATE STUDY - LATE NIGHT** *The door to the study opens gently, and the group steps inside, their movements cautious, as if the very air around SARAH ROSE were a delicate thing, easily shattered. CONNOR is sitting beside her, a failed attempt at a light-hearted story dying on his lips as the room suddenly fills with the concerned faces of her family.* *SARAH ROSE, who had been a ghost of herself, wrapped in the protective cocoon of sleep just moments before, looks up at the sudden intrusion. Her eyes, clear for the first time since the ordeal began to unfold earlier in the evening, lock onto each person in turn--KENDALL, SHIV, ROMAN, TOM, and finally, GERRI. The realization dawns on her, slow and inexorable, that her deepest, darkest moment is no longer hers alone; it belongs to them now, too.* *SARAH ROSE's gaze lingers on GERRI, a silent question passing between them. GERRI, with her usual grace under pressure, offers a small, supportive nod. No words are exchanged, but the understanding is clear: GERRI had shared her nightmare, but only to weave a safety net out of those who loved her most.* SARAH ROSE (her voice a whisper, tentative) You all know, don't you? *Her eyes scan the room, landing on each face, each nod confirming her suspicion. The weight of their collective pain and concern for her is palpable, a tangible thing in the quiet of the room.* SARAH ROSE (continuing, a tremble in her voice) I didn't--I couldn't tell you. I just didn't know how to... *KENDALL moves first, crossing the room with a few strides to sit beside her, his demeanor gentle, a stark contrast to the usual intensity he carries like armor.* KENDALL (speaking softly, reassuringly) You don't have to explain, Rosie. Not now, not ever. We're just here for you, whatever you need. *SHIV, usually the most guarded of the siblings, steps forward, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. She reaches for SARAH ROSE's hand, a silent vow of sisterly solidarity.* SHIV (adding softly) And we're going to make sure you're okay, Sarah. That's all that matters now. *ROMAN, awkward in the face of such raw emotion, manages a half-smile, an attempt to offer some semblance of comfort despite the turmoil evident in his gaze.* ROMAN Yeah, Rosie. We're all Team Sarah. Whatever happens next, we're with you. *TOM, standing slightly back but no less concerned, offers a nod of agreement, his loyalty unquestioned. CONNOR, already by her side, places a gentle hand on her shoulder--a gesture of familial support.* *And GERRI, the bearer of SARAH ROSE's secret, the one who had carried the weight until it could be shared, stands a little apart, her role both critical and discreet. Her presence reinforces the unspoken pledge of them all: to protect, to support, to avenge.* *SARAH ROSE, surrounded by her family and their chosen few, feels the first threads of strength weave themselves into the fabric of her shattered spirit. Her nightmare, though shared, somehow feels less daunting with her army of protectors by her side.* *The moment is a turning point, a collective stepping into the unknown, but it is faced together, as a united front, ready to support SARAH ROSE in her journey towards healing and justice.* **FADE OUT.**

**INT. KENDALL'S PENTHOUSE - LIVING AREA - LATE NIGHT** *The night has deepened further, worn on by the weight of revelations and resolutions. The room, now a makeshift war room for the Roy family's crisis, is filled with a mix of determination and dread as SARAH ROSE agrees to speak to the police. GERRI, ever efficient, has already begun organizing for detectives specializing in sensitive cases to come discreetly to the penthouse.* *As plans are being laid, ROMAN's phone vibrates harshly against the glass coffee table, the sound shattering the heavy silence. The screen lights up with "Dad" emblazoned across it, making his stomach twist--not out of fear, but a sudden, gut-wrenching juxtaposition of priorities.* ROMAN (taking a deep, steadying breath) I have to take this, it's Dad. *He steps away from the group, pressing the phone to his ear as he turns to face a window, gazing out at the city's twinkling lights, a stark reminder of the world continuing unperturbed outside.* ROMAN (trying to keep his voice even) Hey, Dad. Yeah, I'm still at Kendall's. *LOGAN ROY's voice, imposing even through the phone, barrels forth with inquiries about business dealings that couldn't feel more distant to Roman at the moment.* LOGAN (on phone, gruff) Did you speak to Mattson? Was he at the party? We need him on board for the Gojo deal. It's critical, Roman. *Roman, usually so quick to defend his position or vie for his father's approval, finds the ambition drained out of him, replaced by a visceral concern for his sister that makes corporate maneuvers feel petty.* ROMAN (distractedly, his gaze still fixed outside) Yeah, he was... Look, Dad, can we talk about this later? It's not really a good time. *There's a palpable pause, during which the night seems to hold its breath. LOGAN, sensing a shift in his son's tone--an unusual lack of fight--pushes, but with a thread of confusion rather than anger.* LOGAN (confused, pressing) What's the matter? This deal is the linchpin for the quarter. You know that. *ROMAN, a heart usually encased in self-interest and sarcasm, feels a painful swell of protection and empathy for the sister he knows is battling demons far more fearsome than corporate boardrooms.* ROMAN (voice soft, a mix of frustration and sorrow) It's Sarah, Dad. Something's happened. I... I can't get into it right now, but believe me, Mattson's the last thing on my mind. *The silence that follows speaks volumes, a rare moment of speechlessness for LOGAN ROY. There's an uncharacteristic fumbling for words from the other end, a silent acknowledgment of the gravity that has managed to permeate even LOGAN's relentless business-first shield.* LOGAN (after a pause, softer) Alright. We'll speak tomorrow. Take care of your sister. *The call ends, leaving ROMAN staring at his phone, a mixture of relief and surprise at their father's response mingling with the ever-present worry. He turns back to rejoin the group, his resolve hardened.* *The family, a tableau of strength and unity, looks up as he approaches, their faces etched with concern--not just for SARAH ROSE, but for each other, a rare acknowledgment of their shared vulnerabilities and resilience.* **FADE OUT.**

**INT. SVU SQUAD ROOM - NIGHT** *The late-night quiet of the Special Victims Unit is abruptly broken as LIEUTENANT OLIVIA BENSON receives a call. The room is dimly lit, the weight of countless resolved and unresolved cases lingering like a shroud. As she listens to the voice on the other end, her expression transitions from curiosity to grave concern. She ends the call with a decisive nod, though no one is there to see it.* BENSON (under her breath, with a determined sigh) Here we go. *She quickly dials her team, rousing DETECTIVE FIN TUTUOLA and ADA DOMINICK "SONNY" CARISI from their attempts at rest. With years of experience under their belts, the tone of Benson's voice is enough to signal the urgency and sensitivity of the situation.* CUT TO: **EXT. NEW YORK CITY STREETS - NIGHT** *A black, unmarked SUV navigates the mostly deserted streets of New York. The city, though quieter at this nocturnal hour, still pulses with an energy felt through the vehicle's windows. BENSON drives with the kind of focused intent that her team has come to recognize and respect; TUTUOLA sits beside her, an immovable presence of strength and calm, while CARISI, in the back, rubs the sleep from his eyes, his mind already turning over the possibilities of what awaits them.* CARISI (yawning but curious) Any idea why we're rolling out to the Upper East Side in the middle of the night, Liv? And in plainclothes? BENSON (eyes on the road, serious) The details were sparse. Just that we're to be discreet and it's potentially a sensitive case. You know as much as I do right now. *They pull up to a luxury penthouse apartment building, its facade an imposing structure of glass and steel that towers over the adjacent buildings like a silent sentinel.* **EXT. PENTHOUSE APARTMENT BUILDING - CONTINUOUS** *As they exit the SUV and approach the building, the night's chill prompts a slight shiver from each of them, not just from the cold but the anticipation of what lies ahead.* *It's CARISI who, upon entering the opulent lobby and spotting the surname 'ROY' listed by the penthouse buzzer, connects the dots. His realization is swift, an audible intake of breath as the significance hits him.* CARISI (holding back a reaction) This is the Roys' place... as in Waystar Royco? *TUTUOLA looks over, an eyebrow raised, clearly recognizing the implications but remaining stoic. BENSON, ever the professional, fixes them both with a look that reinforces the gravity of their task.* BENSON (firm, commanding respect) No matter whose apartment this is or the family involved, we're here to do a job. Let's remember to give them the respect and professionalism we extend to all victims. *The trio nods, a mutual understanding between them. They're a unit, bound by duty and a shared commitment to justice, regardless of the stature of those they're called to serve.* *With a collective breath, they step towards the private elevator that will take them directly up to the penthouse, steeling themselves for what awaits. The quiet in the elevator is filled with tension and the weight of responsibility they carry on their shoulders--as defenders, as investigators, and as the bearers of hope for those who fear they have none left.* **CUT TO:** **INT. PENTHOUSE APARTMENT - MOMENTS LATER** *The elevator doors slide o