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'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...