The Beauty

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We'll be safe here for the night.

Holy shit, Coop.

How did you afford this?

Thought I'd splurge.

You wanna take a shower? I'll watch the door.

Yeah. Yeah, thanks.

Mmm.

God, I fucking love room service.

- Who doesn't? - Mmm.

Should have married you when I had the chance.

Look, I got this, okay?

Captain Coop has it all figured out.

Captain Coop?

Captain Coop.

Right. Well, I'm not some kind of distressed damsel, all right?

Understood.

Okay, I'm gonna go take a lie-down.

All this espionage stuff's kind of exhausting.

Um…

Do you want me to…

Oh, take the bigger one.

Thank you, by the way.

It's… It's a lot of crazy,

and I don't really know what I'd be doing if you weren't here, so…

Of course.

I love you.

There, I said it.

But I do. I… I love you, Cooper.

Hail Mary, full of grace, the Lord is with thee.

Blessed art thou amongst women

and blessed is the fruit of thy womb, Jesus.

Holy Mary, Mother of God, pray for us sinners,

now and at the hour of our death.

Hail Mary, full of grace, the Lord is with thee.

- Blessed art thou amongst women… -

- -

Let go.

Joey, Joey, it's okay. Daddy's here.

It's gonna be okay. Just let go.

Excuse me, sir. You need to step back.

- - It's okay.

It's okay. It's okay.

What the fuck? I stepped out for, like, two minutes…

Stop. Stop the compressions. You're gonna break her ribs again.

- Juliana, it's okay. - Just let go of me. Where were you?

You didn't wake up? Were you asleep?

- Get… -

The patient's stabilized.

Oh.

Oh, thank God.

Thank God. Thank God.

There you are. There you are.

- Yeah, it's good. -

- I knew you would. -

You're okay.

You're okay. You're okay.

- "Goodnight stars, goodnight air." -

"Goodnight noises everywhere."

The end. This one never gets old.

- Dad? - Hmm?

Can I… make an observation?

Okay.

My room, it looks like a baby lives here.

You'll always be my baby.

But I'm a teenager now, right?

I mean, can I have a room that doesn't look like a baby lives here?

Maybe some Charli XCX posters.

Uh…

Sure. Okay. That can be arranged.

You got it.

I'll take the midnight to 4:00. You take the 4:00 to 8:00, okay?

I have to work tomorrow.

This is the work, Meyer.

This is our life's work.

I need to sleep in the morning. I'm exhausted.

- I did two double shifts this week. - Okay.

Okay. Okay. I'll take care of it.

- Sit. - I'm gonna go check on her.

Sit. We need to talk.

Okay.

The next time Joey goes into cardiac arrest…

Don't say it. Meyer, this is not gonna go good for you.

…I want to institute a do not resuscitate order.

My God. Are you fucking kidding me?

She is our daughter.

- There is no cure for progeria. -

She may be 15, but she has the heart of a 90-year-old.

- No, no, no. - I have a say in this!

This is no way to live for her.

Or for us.

I never should have fucked you

- or married you. -

- You did this. - I gave her the disease?

Is that what you're fucking saying, Juliana?

- How many pills have you had? - Oh, go fuck yourself.

Your sperm was too old. You were 45,

- degraded, rotten, old. - My age has nothing to do with this.

- This is a genetic disease, you know that. - Old, fucking used up, corrupt,

ancient and flawed sperm. And I was beautiful.

I was 30. I could have had anyone.

But you fell in love with me.

Yeah, my mistake.

I'm not gonna give up.

I'm gonna stay with her till the end.

Naturally, on God's terms. I'm not gonna pull the plug.

Maybe you were the carrier.

What did you say to me?

- Nothing. - What did you say?

- Nothing. - What did you say?

Ah, Mr. Williams.

Hi, Byron Forst. Pleasure.

I know, you're confused.

I do not look like I did on the cover of Time magazine.

We'll get to that.

Right now, I just ask for a moment of your time and your patience. May I?

We're good.

Lookit, there she is. There she is.

Mrs. Williams. Byron Forst. Look at you. Wow.

Child's hospital bed in the living area playroom.

That's… That's hard.

I'm heavily involved with the Make-A-Wish Foundation.

Behind the scenes.

John Cena claims he's fulfilled the most wishes, but I call bullshit.

It's this guy right here.

Mr. Williams, you are one lucky man. I mean, all those years in fashion

have really refined your sense of style and taste.

- - You were the features editor

for Elle magazine, am I right?

- Yes. - Ah, that's right.

Look at this. The lawman and the fashionista.

It's like a classic American love story. Let's sit.

What the fuck is this? Who are you?

Oh, someone who's been following your daughter's case very closely.

Through Make-A-Wish?

Remember? We applied there.

Um, Joey wanted to cook a meal with the cast of The Bear,

but they couldn't make that happen.

Guys, I am incredibly inspired by your family.

Excuse me?

The life expectancy of such a severe case of progeria is well under 15 years.

Lonafarnib can be harsh,

but her tolerance has been nothing short of remarkable.

But ultimately, it's not good.

Our baby is a fighter.

And how many laws did you break accessing this information?

Mr. and Mrs. Williams,

I am here because I chose your family for a reason.

I've developed a breakthrough new bio tech,

and I believe that your daughter is the perfect candidate.

We've chased every clinical trial we can find.

But there just isn't that much out there.

There's no more runway for Benjamina Button here.

Sir, I'd like you to leave right now, please.

The Progeria Research Foundation has spent a measly nine million dollars

since 1999.

That doesn't get you very far.

This kind of mutation in the LMNA gene can be a fickle beast.

And what I'm offering you

- is not a treatment or a cure. -

It's so much more than that.

This young man, aggressive type 2 spinal muscular atrophy.

This level of severity…

He wouldn't have made it to his 25th birthday.

- -

You're seriously suggesting that's the same person?

The proof of concept is…

Staring you right in the face.

Now do you believe you might be talking to the Byron Forst?

I know. Look, I know. I know.

This all seems crazy. Like some Dr. Oz special

where some obscure fruit seed solves all your problems.

- Seems a lot crazier than that. - Yeah.

Look, if you want me to leave, I will go right now.

But I'd rather help you and little Joey.

Let me present you…

…The Beauty.

I believe your family has earned an early taste

of something that the whole world is gonna be wanting very soon.

My God.

I don't care what it costs. We'll sell the house.

Please put us on your list. Whatever it takes.

Mrs. Williams, I'm almost offended that you think I would charge you a dime.

I think I've heard enough.

I think, uh…

A drink is in order.

A whiskey man, Mr. Forst?

That's my flavor.

Not the kind of stuff you're used to, I'm sure.

- We got her. -

- And you're gonna get her back. - Right.

She's gonna be all right. I promise.

There you are.

Jesus Christ. Meyer, what the hell are you doing?