THE FAULT IN OUR STARS
Scott Neustadter & Michael H. Weber
Based on the novel by
May 1, 2012
HAZEL GRACE LANCASTER (16) lies in the grass, staring up at
the stars. We're CLOSE ON her FACE and we hear:
You have a choice in this world, I
believe, about how to tell sad
CUT TO a SERIES OF QUICK IMAGES:
- Hazel and the BOY we will come to know as AUGUSTUS "GUS"
WATERS (17) at an outdoor restaurant in some magical place.
[They look very much like the perfect Hollywood couple.]
On the one hand, you can sugar coat
- the way they do in movies and
- "Perfect" Hazel and "Perfect" Gus sit on a BENCH
overlooking an incredible seascape in some foreign country.
She rests her head on his shoulder.
Where villains are vanquished
and... heroes are born and...
- "Perfect" Hazel and "Perfect" Gus kiss in a dark room.
... beautiful people learn
- "Perfect" Hazel and "Perfect" Gus fall onto a bed together.
They look deep into one another's eyes.
... and nothing is too messed up
that can't be fixed with an apology
and a Peter Gabriel song.
BACK TO Hazel on the grass, still watching the stars. Were
those dreams or were they memories? Still unclear.
I like that way as much as the next
girl, believe me. It's just not the
Hazel closes her eyes.
This is the truth.
And EVERYTHING GOES BLACK. We HEAR:
FADE IN ON:
INT DOCTOR'S OFFICE - DAY
The real Hazel is no less beautiful than the one we just saw.
Late in the Winter of my 17th
There are, however, some key and obvious differences.
First, you'll notice the OXYGEN TUBE in her nostrils which
help her to breathe.
Second, you'll notice her hair - which we couldn't see in the
grass. It's much shorter than the "Perfect" version, the
result of someone whose head was completely shaved a few
... my mother decided I was
I'm not depressed.
Hazel's legs dangle over the side of an exam table. Her
mother FRANNIE (early 40s, younger than she feels) explains
to the DOCTOR:
... she eats like a bird. She
barely leaves the house,
I'm not depressed.
... she reads the same book over
I'm not depressed!
Off her look, CUT TO:
QUICK SEQUENCE, which play over:
The booklets and web sites always
list depression as a side effect of
- A SHOPPING MALL. Filled with TEENAGE GIRLS - gossipping,
laughing - being teenage girls, basically. And here's Hazel.
With her Mom. And her oxygen tank. Just another day.
Depression's not a side effect of
- HAZEL'S LIVING ROOM. She sits watching game shows in the
middle of the afternoon. Her Mom brings her a sandwich. A
glass of water. And then a whole host of prescription meds.
Hazel eyes them with indifference.
... it's a side effect of dying.
- A STARBUCKS. Hazel sits alone reading a dog-eared, heavily
underlined copy of a novel ("An Imperial Affliction" by Peter
Van Houten). She only looks up when distracted by a squeal of
delight. A YOUNG GUY has lifted a YOUNG GIRL over his
shoulder playfully. He spins her around. Hazel watches a beat
- goes back to the book.
Which is what was happening to me.
And we CUT BACK TO:
INT DOCTOR'S OFFICE - SAME
Frannie continues to talk to the doctor. Hazel continues to
dangle her feet.
... some days she won't even get
out of bed.
The Doctor scratches his beard, thinking.
I may switch you to Zoloft. Or
Lexapro. And twice a day instead of
Why stop there?
Keep `em coming. I can take it. I'm
like the Keith Richards of cancer
The Doctor looks at Frannie who just shakes her head.
Have you been going to that Support
Group I suggested?
Instead of answering, Hazel looks at her Mom.
She's gone a few times.
I'm not sure it's for me.
If you're depressed --
I'm not de--
-- support Groups are a great way
to connect with people who are...
On the same journey.
Just give it a chance, ok? For me.
Hazel rolls her eyes, knows she's lost this battle.
Who knows? You might even find
SMASH CUT TO:
INT CHURCH BASEMENT - DAY
CLOSE UP on PATRICK (30s, pony-tail). He has a guitar.
... we are gathered here today -
literally - in the heart of Jesus.
ANGLE on Hazel who just shakes her head. This is the lamest
thing she could be doing right now.
Who would like to share their story
with the group?
The basement is filled with SICK PEOPLE. Hazel among them.
Most are under the age of 18. QUICK CUTS:
Jillian. 15. Lymphoma.
Angel. 17. Ewing sarcoma.
Patrick. 34. Testicular. It started
a few years ago, when I was...
As Hazel watches, bored, and Patrick continues, we hear:
I'll spare you the gory details of
Patrick's ball cancer. Basically,
they found it in his nuts, cut most
of it out, he almost died, but he
didn't die, and now here he is -
divorced, friendless, addicted to
video games, exploiting his
cancertastic past in the heart of
Jesus - "literally" - to show us
that one day - if we're lucky - we
could be just like him.
They all say:
ALL IN UNISON
"We're here for you Patrick."
Hazel says it the least enthusiastically. She locks eyes with
her only friend in Support Group, a blonde kid with an eye
patch, ISAAC. He's also shaking his head.
Who else would like to share?
Oh no. Patrick gestures for her to speak. Reluctantly she
I'm, uh, Hazel. 16.
Thyroid originally but with quite
the impressive satellite colony in
Not much more to say, Hazel is about to sit down.
And how are you doing Hazel?
Hazel has no idea how to answer that.
You mean besides the terminal
But that's not what she says. She says:
Alright? I guess...?
Isaac tries not to laugh at this. Hazel sits back down.
ALL IN UNISON
"We're here for you Hazel."
Hazel exhales. This is not at all helpful. A few more beats.
Maybe now I'll play a song...
EXT CHURCH - LATER
Frannie sits in the car in the parking lot, reading from a
book, waiting for Group to be over. She sees the church door
open and puts the book away. Hazel comes out. Frannie looks
at her like "well, was it great?" Hazel just exhales and gets
in the car. CUT TO:
INT HAZEL'S LIVING ROOM - ANOTHER DAY
"America's Next Top Model" is on the TV. Hazel sits on one
side of the L-shaped couch, flipping through her novel.
Frannie and Hazel's dad MICHAEL (40s, kind, doing his best to
stay positive) sit on the other side, watching her - but
trying not to make it seem that way. After a few beats:
It's Friday night.
I was just thinking... you should
call your friends, see what they're
Frannie and Michael look at one another, don't say anything.
Wanna see a movie?
Hazel looks up from the book. Sees her parents. Gets an idea.
Why don't you guys go to a movie?
(off their look)
You haven't been out in a while.
Go. Have fun. Take the night off.
Frannie and Michael look at one another again.
This is a really good show.
Hazel sighs. And just like that, everyone goes back to what
they were doing. CUT TO:
QUICK SEQUENCE, which plays over:
And that was my life.
- Hazel watching TV, book in hand.
- Hazel in another doctor's office.
- Hazel popping pills.
Reality shows. Doctor's
appointments. Eight prescription
drugs, three times a day.
INT HAZEL'S KITCHEN - ANOTHER DAY
Hazel and her parents in the kitchen.
And worse worse worst of all...
Ugh. You can't make me.
Of course we can, we're your
Hazel, you need to get out of the
house. Make friends. Be a teenager.
If you want me to be a teenager,
don't send me to Support Group. Buy
me a fake ID so I can go to clubs
and drink gimlets and take pot.
You don't take pot.
See, that's the kind of thing I
would know with a fake ID.
Get in the car.
Hazel mock stabs herself in the stomach with an invisible
sword. CUT TO:
EXT CHURCH - ESTABLISHING
A small Episcopalian sanctuary in suburban Indianapolis.
And so I went...
Frannie's car pulls up close to the back entrance.
Not because I wanted to or because
I thought it would help. But for
the same reason I did anything
Hazel, oxygen tank in toe, gets out of the car with Frannie's
... to make my parents happy.
Are you gonna sit here and wait the
Of course not, no. I...
(she totally is)
I have errands to run.
Hazel knows she's not planning to run any errands. She
doesn't press the issue.
Love you too Mom.
The only thing worse than biting it
from cancer - is having a kid bite
it from cancer.
As Frannie gets back in the car, she shouts to her daughter:
Make some friends!
Hazel just shakes her head. CUT TO:
INT CHURCH - SAME
Hazel walks towards the elevator. An EXTREMELY SICK LOOKING
KID holds it open for her. Hazel thinks better of it.
I'll take the stairs.
The KID nods. The doors shut. Hazel is reminded - it could
always be worse. She turns to go, walking right into:
A SUPREMELY BEAUTIFUL BOY (we will come to know him as GUS).
Tall, lean, muscular, straight short mahogany hair, blue
eyes. Hazel has never seen a better looking kid in her life.
My bad. No, it's...
For a brief moment, the Earth stops. They stand looking at
one another. Hazel is speechless.
With the Beautiful Boy watching, a wan smile on his face,
Hazel shuffles off as fast as she can, ducking into:
INT BATHROOM - SAME
Hazel catches her breath. Shakes her head. Surprised at
She looks in the mirror. So doesn't like what she sees. The
Earth starts moving again. CUT TO:
INT CHURCH BASEMENT - LATER
Hazel sits in the Circle of Sick.
Who would like to begin?
No volunteers. Hazel catches sight of the Beautiful Boy,
sitting next to Isaac. He seems to be watching her, that same
flirty smile on his face. She self-consciously looks away.
Isaac, I know you're facing a
challenging time. Perhaps you would
like to say something...
Isaac nods, rises.
Yeah, um... I'm Isaac. 17. Eye
It's looking like another surgery
in a couple weeks. After which,
well, I'll be blind...
Hazel tries to focus on what Isaac's saying but it's
difficult. She still feels the Beautiful Boy's gaze on her.
Not that I'm complaining or
anything. I know a lot of you have
it way worse but, still, I mean,
you know, being blind's gonna
As Isaac shares, the Beautiful Boy doesn't look away from
Hazel. Hazel finds this intimidating. And intimidation
irritates her. So she decides to play the game with him,
meeting his gaze and holding it just as firmly.
A staring contest.
...My girlfriend helps. And friends
like Augustus here...
Isaac nods towards the Beautiful Boy who now has a name -
AUGUSTUS. He still doesn't look away from Hazel.
So... yeah. That's what's up.
ALL IN UNISON
"We're here for you Isaac."
The staring contest continues another few beats until:
And does your friend want to speak?
This causes the Beautiful Boy to momentarily look away. Aha,
he's lost the contest! Hazel smiles, flicks her eyebrows up
as if to say "Victory is mine!" He smiles back at her, the
most radiant smile on the planet. He turns back to the Group.
Hi. I'm Augustus Waters. 17. Had a
touch of osteosarcoma bout a year
and a half ago - lost this baby as
Gus holds up his right leg - a prosthetic.
But really I'm just here at Isaac's
And how are you feeling Augustus?
Me? Oh I'm grand. I'm on a roller
coaster that only goes up, my
Hazel smiles. Gus catches this. Embarrassed, she stops
smiling and looks away.
Perhaps you'd like to share your
fears with the group, Augustus.
Gus thinks about this.
ANGLE ON Hazel, intrigued.
Yeah, see... I intend to live an
extraordinary life. To be
remembered. If I'm scared of
anything it's... not doing that.
Patrick doesn't quite have the tools to deal with that.
Would, uh, anyone like to speak to
And Hazel's hand goes up. Even Patrick is surprised by that.
Hazel! That's unexpected.
Hazel stands, takes a second to gather her thoughts. Augustus
watches her, waits for it.
I just wanna say... there will come
a time when, you know, all of us
Gus is now even more fixed on her than before.
It might be tomorrow. Might be a
million years from now but... it's
gonna happen. And when it does,
enough generations will come and
go, there'll be no one left to
remember Cleopatra. Or Mozart. Or
Muhammad Ali, let alone any of us,
The look on Gus's face is unreadable.
Oblivion's inevitable. And if that
scares you, well, I suggest you
ignore it. God knows it's what
everyone else does.
A beat. And then an enormous smile spreads across Gus's face,
not a flirty smile but a surprised one, a real one. CUT TO:
EXT OUTSIDE THE CHURCH - LATER
Hazel waits for her Mom's car to appear.
Across the parking lot, she sees Isaac going at it with a
redhead, MONICA (17), sucking face like there's no tomorrow
against the door of her green Pontiac Firebird. Between
kisses, we can hear:
And Hazel hears:
Hazel turns to find the Beautiful Boy, Augustus, standing
right next to her.
I thought we were in a church
basement but apparently we were
literally in the heart of Jesus.
Someone should probably tell him,
don't you think? Jesus? Seems kinda
dangerous keeping all these kids
with cancer in your heart.
What's your name?
No your full name?
Hazel Grace Lancaster.
Gus nods to himself, smiles. Still fixated on her.
I didn't say anything.
Why are you looking at me like
Because you're beautiful.
Hazel is taken aback. No one's ever said that to her before.
I enjoy looking at beautiful people
and I decided a while back not to
deny myself the simpler pleasures
of existence. Particularly given
that, as you so astutely pointed
out, we're all gonna die pretty
I'm not beaut --
A CUTE YOUNG GIRL walks past them.
Hazel isn't surprised that other girls know Gus. Of course
they do. She turns back towards Isaac and Monica pawing at
each other. She hears:
What's with the "always?"
"Always" is their thing. They'll
"always" love each other and
whatnot. Must have texted "always"
to each other at least four million
times this year.
They continue to watch the show. It's pretty gross. Isaac
squeezes Monica's breast like a clown horn.
He's gotta be hurting her boob.
Let's watch a movie.
Hazel is again surprised.
Oh. Um. Uh...
Sure. Yeah. I'm... pretty free this
No I mean now.
What do you mean "now?"
I've got a car.
He shrugs. Hazel has never seen someone so confident.
You could be an axe murderer.
There is that possibility.
Come on Hazel Grace... take a risk.
As Hazel mulls this over, Gus reaches into his pocket and
pulls out, of all things, a pack of cigarettes! Hazel is in
disbelief. He flips the box open, puts a cigarette between
Oh my god. Oh. My. God. You're
(off his look)
You just ruined the whole thing!
What, you think that's cool? Oh you
idiot! There's always a hamartia,
isn't there? And yours is - even
though you had FREAKING CANCER you
give money to a corporation for the
chance to acquire EVEN MORE
CANCER!? Ugh. And you were doing so
As she rants, Gus continues to look at her with that smile on
his face. Hazel does not find it so amusing.
Let me tell you... not being able
to breathe? Sucks. Totally sucks.
Hazel folds her arms and turns away from him.
A fatal flaw.
Gus takes a beat and then moves to face her, the smile still
etched on his face.
They don't hurt you unless you
I've never lit one.
Hazel turns back to him.
It's a metaphor. See? You put the
thing that kills you between your
teeth. But you don't give it the
power to do the killing.
Hazel is floored. And impressed.
Gus holds her gaze. And it's at this point Frannie pulls up.
Hi sweetheart. Ready for some
Hazel looks at Gus, cigarette dangling from his lips. Cool as
anything. Handsome as hell. She looks back at her mom.
(off her confused look)
I've made plans with Augustus
And with that, she walks off. Frannie looks at the boy with
the cigarette in his mouth. This could be trouble. Or
awesome. Or both. And we CUT TO:
INT GUS'S CAR - LATER
Hazel is terrified. Turns out, Gus is the world's worst
driver. When he brakes, her body flies forward against the
seatbelt. And when he hits the gas, seconds later, her neck
snaps back in the seat. Gus sees the look on her face.
I failed the test a couple times.
You don't say.
Most amputees can drive with no
problem but... yeah. Not me.
I'm surprised you have a license.
Tell me about it!
Another brake forces Hazel against the seat belt.
The fourth time I took the test...
it was going about how this is
going... and when it was over, the
instructor looks at me and goes,
"your driving, while unpleasant...
is not technically unsafe."
Aha. Cancer perk.
Total cancer perk.
A few beats of silence.
So what happened to you?
Hazel takes a deep breath. She's told this story before but
somehow this seems different.
I was 13 when they found it.
And as she speaks, we see it unfold. SMASH CUT TO:
INT HOSPITAL BED - FLASHBACK
13-YEAR OLD HAZEL has a biopsy.
Stage IV thyroid cancer.
INT OPERATING ROOM - FLASHBACK
13-YEAR OLD HAZEL on the operating table. It's a nightmare.
I had surgery first.
INT SEVERAL MORE HOSPITAL ROOMS - FLASHBACK
This poor little girl is taking a beating. And it's just
- Radiation treatment.
- Having her head shaved by Frannie.
- With a PICC line in a chemo chair.
All of which worked for a while.
- A RADIOLOGIST looks at an X-ray. He's not pleased.
And then stopped working.
- 14-Year Old Hazel lies in bed, struggling to breathe.
Frannie runs her fingers through her hair. Dad calls 9-1-1.
And then my lungs started filling
up with water.
- In the ICU, her parents standing over her.
That should have been the end.
(through the tears)
Are you ready, sweetie?
14-Year Old Hazel nods. Michael can't keep it together any
longer. He completely breaks down.
But it wasn't.
INT ICU - THE NEXT MORNING
The sun shines in the room. 14-year old Hazel eats ice chips,
the color has returned to her cheeks.
The antibiotics kicked in. They
drained the fluid from my lungs.
And in time I got better. Stronger.
INT YET ANOTHER HOSPITAL ROOM - DAY
Slightly older Hazel is getting more intravenous medication.
It's never ending.
I even found myself in an
experimental trial. You know the
ones that are famous in the
Republic of Cancervania for not
- A SECOND RADIOLOGIST examines a second X-ray.
It's called Phalanxifor. Didn't
work in over 70 percent of patients
but, for some reason...
The Radiologist looks surprised.
...it worked in me. They called it
And finally, BACK TO:
INT GUS'S CAR - SAME
Gus has one eye on the road, the other on Hazel. He was
impressed with her before. He's totally dazzled now.
Tumors shrank, my mets have hardly
Of course my lungs still suck but,
theoretically, they could continue
to suck in just this way for, I
dunno, a while maybe.
So are you back in school or...?
Got my GED.
A college girl! Well that explains
the aura of sophistication...
He smiles at her. She smiles back. Shoves his upper arm
playfully. They're easing into each other.
Eventually Gus's car pulls into his driveway.
He's as good at parking as he is at driving. CUT TO:
EXT/INT GUS'S HOUSE - SAME
Hazel follows Gus inside. She quickly notices all sorts of
engraved plaques and framed signs with phrases like "Home is
Where the Heart Is" and "True Love is Born from Hard Times."
Hazel looks at Gus quizzically.
My parents call them
(rolling his eyes)
Gus's MOM and DAD (40s) are in the kitchen making dinner.
Augustus, hi. New friend?
Gus's parents don't seem surprised to see Gus with some
random girl in their house. Hazel takes note of that.
This is Hazel Grace.
It's just... Hazel.
How's it going, Just Hazel?
Downstairs if you need us!
Gus drags Hazel to the next room. As she's pulled:
Nice to meet you!
They walk down the carpeted stairs - Gus having an easier
time with his one leg than Hazel is with her oxygen tank and
Eventually they arrive at Gus's basement bedroom. There's a
TV with a video game console, a few band posters, and a whole
host of basketball memorabilia (autographed sneakers, school
trophies, framed images etc.) Gus sees her looking at them.
I used to play.
Must have been pretty good.
These are mine. And these. The rest
of it's just cancer perks.
Gus grabs a DVD from his stack of DVDs. Hazel sits down on
the bed, her breathing noticeably heavier.
Need to sit.
Gus sits down next to her on the bed.
Don't get any ideas.
(catching her breath)
All that standing... and stairs...
and then more standing... lotta
standing for me.
I'll be fine in a minute. Unless I
faint. I'm a bit of a Victorian
Gus smiles. He waits for her breathing to slow down. In time:
Hazel nods, smiles.
So what's your story?
I already told you my story. I was
Not your cancer story. Your story.
Interests, hobbies, passions, weird
Don't tell me you're one of those
people who becomes their disease.
No. I'm just... I don't know... un-
I reject that out of hand.
(beat, Hazel shrugs)
Think of something you love. First
thing that comes to mind.
"An Imperial Affliction."
Ok. What's that?
It's a novel. My favorite novel.
Does it have zombies?
It's not that kind of book.
It's not, it's... kind of my bible
Interesting. What's it about?
(off his look)
But not in that way, trust me. The
guy who wrote it, Peter Van Houten,
he's... well, the only person I've
ever come across who seems to a)
understand what it's like to be
dying and b) not have died.
In that case... I am going to read
this horrible book with the boring
title that does not contain zombies
or stormtroopers. And in
Gus pulls a book from his bookshelf.
... all I ask is that you read this
brilliant and haunting novelization
of my favorite video game.
Hazel looks at the slim, ridiculous novella. She laughs.
She's adorable when she laughs. She takes the book from him
and as she does, their hands get tangled together for a
brief, charged moment.
Your hands are cold.
Not so much cold as under-
Ooh Hazel Grace...
I love it when you talk medical to
Hazel blushes. And off her completely smitten smile, CUT TO:
INT HAZEL'S BEDROOM - ANOTHER NIGHT
Hazel sits in bed reading Gus's novella. Frannie stands in
the doorway, notices the new book.
Hazel shrugs. Frannie looks intrigued.
Did he give it to you?
By "it" do you mean herpes?
Frannie rolls her eyes. Hazel's phone buzzes. She excitedly
checks it - only to be disappointed. Frannie notices.
I'm sure he'll call, don't worry.
I'm not worried. Please. It's not
like I'm waiting for him to call or
anything. I just... we hung out. No
Frannie says nothing to that. Her silence says it all. Hazel
rolls her eyes. CUT TO:
QUICK SERIES OF SCENES:
Hazel continues "not to wait" for Gus's call. We see her:
- Brushing her teeth. And checking her phone.
- Watching TV. And checking her phone.
- Eating breakfast. And checking her phone.
- Looking out the window on a rainy day. Trying not to check
her phone. Willing herself to not check the goddamn phone.
And checking the phone.
Where is he?! Did he forget about her?
INT HAZEL'S DINING ROOM - NIGHT
Hazel at the dinner table with her parents. She's a little
sullen, barely touching her food.
Hazel's phone buzzes. She tries not to seem too eager to
check it, what with her parents watching and all. She subtly
looks down at her lap. And sure enough: a text from Gus! Her
eyes bug out. We see:
"Tell me my copy is missing the last ten pages or something."
Hazel smiles. Goes back to eating. Frannie and Michael share
a quick glance. A second later, there's a follow-up text.
"Tell me I have NOT reached the end of this book!"
Hazel smiles again.
And then a third text:
"A BOOK CAN"T END IN THE MIDDLE OF A SENTENCE?! WHAT IN GOD'S
NAME IS THIS MADNESS! AAAAHHHH!"
Hazel now laughs out loud. Michael clears his throat. Hazel
Would you like to be excused?
EXT HAZEL'S HOUSE - BACKYARD - MOMENTS LATER
Hazel sits down on a patio chair and dials the phone. Gus
answers on the first ring.
Welcome to the sweet torture of
reading "An Imperial --"
At which point she hears a loud WAIL coming from the other
end of the phone.
What the -- are you ok?
Me? Yeah. I'm excellent.
INTERCUT between Hazel on the patio and:
INT GUS'S BASEMENT BEDROOM - SAME
Isaac's head is buried in Gus's couch. He's wailing like a
banshee, having some kind of nervous breakdown.
I am, however, with Isaac.
Hazel hears more wailing. Has no idea what to make of it.
Dude! Hey! Does Support Group Hazel
make this better or worse?
Hazel genuinely has no idea what the hell is going on.
Isaac! Focus. On. Me.
Hazel waits a few beats for Gus to come back on. Finally:
How fast can you get here?
Hazel thinks about this. And on her face, CUT TO:
INT GUS'S BASEMENT - LATER
Hazel descends the steps. She hears an ungodly moan before
she sees anyone. What has she gotten herself into? Gus
appears at the base.
(calling to Isaac)
Isaac, Hazel from Support Group is
Gus waits for a response. None comes. He gestures for her to
follow him into the room. Before he does:
A gentle reminder: Isaac is in the
midst of a psychotic episode.
You look nice, by the way.
Hazel blushes, follows Gus into the room to find Isaac
sitting upside down in a gaming chair. Tears are flowing down
his reddened cheeks. Empty soda cans and bags of junk food
lie around him.
How ya doing Isaac?
Again, no response. Hazel looks to Gus for an explanation.
Seems Isaac and Monica are no
longer a going concern.
Oh I'm sorry.
Do you want to talk about it?
Isaac starts to sob again.
He just wants to cry and play video
It doesn't hurt to talk to him,
however. If you have any sage words
of feminine advice...
I actually think his response is
"Pain demands to be felt."
(lights up at that)
You're quoting my book!
Gus winks at her. At which point, Isaac lets out another
howl. Gus gestures for Hazel to sit. The two of them flank
Isaac. He finally speaks.
She didn't want to do it after the
surgery. Said she couldn't handle
it. I'm about to lose my eyesight
and she can't handle it.
Hazel rubs his shoulder in sympathy.
I kept saying "always" to her.
Always, always, always. And she
just kept talking over me and not
saying it back. It was like I was
already gone, you know? "Always"
was a promise! You can't break
Sometimes people don't understand
the promises they're making when
they make them.
Right, sure, but you keep the
promise anyway. That's what love
is. Love is keeping the promise
That could be an "encouragement."
It's silent for a beat. And then Isaac stands up, a funny
look on his face.
Suddenly Isaac starts kicking his chair across the room.
Here we go...
The chair lands against the bed. Gus hands Isaac something
else to throw, a pillow. Isaac grabs the pillow and slams it
against the wall. He dives on it and beings pummeling the
pillow like a maniac.
That's it! Punch that thing.
And so he does. As he continues to, Gus looks at Hazel,
cigarette dangling from his mouth.
I've been wanting to call you on a
nearly minutely basis but I have
been waiting until I could form a
coherent thought in re: "An
I can't stop thinking about it.
I know, right?
The only problem is the ending.
It is rather abrupt.
It's torture! I mean, I totally get
that she died or whatever - Anna.
But there is an unwritten contract
between author and reader and I
think ending your book in the
middle of a sentence kind of
violates that contract.
But that's part of what I like
about it. It portrays death
truthfully. You die in the middle
of your life, in the middle of a
sentence. But I do - God, I do want
to know what happens to everyone
Yeah like her Mom.
The Dutch Tulip Man...
Sysiphus the Hamster...
Hazel beams. Gus totally gets the book. A bond between them.
Have you tried contacting this...
Peter Van Houten?
I've written letters. He's never
responded. Apparently he moved to
Amsterdam, became a recluse. Hasn't
published anything. Doesn't do
(turns to Isaac)
Gus stands and takes the pillow out of Isaac's hand.
Pillows don't break.
Gus hands Isaac one of his basketball TROPHIES.
You need to break something.
Isaac looks at it, then back to Gus as if asking permission.
Gus nods. Isaac holds it over his head and SMASH! The trophy
breaks into a million pieces. Isaac almost smiles. Gus hands
Go to town, my friend.
And Isaac does. Smashing them one by one. Hazel looks at Gus.
I've been looking for a way to tell
my Dad that I kinda hate
basketball. Think maybe we've found
Isaac grabs more of the TROPHIES, smashing them to pieces.
Gus and Hazel enjoy the spectacle. When there are none left
Isaac is panting, standing over the bronze carnage.
Isaac thinks about it. Shakes his head no. Gus puts his arm
around him but looks at Hazel.
That's the thing about pain... it
demands to be felt.
Hazel smiles. And on her face, we CUT TO:
INT LANCASTER HOUSE - DINING ROOM - ANOTHER NIGHT
Where Hazel is having dinner with her parents.
Dr. Maria called today. The PET
Scan is set for the eighth.
Hazel nods. This could be a source of worry but she's not
going to think about that right now. She's upbeat. And she's
actually eating, which her parents can't help but notice.
Frannie and Michael look at one another, pleased.
I told you Support Group was a good
Hazel's phone buzzes. "Augustus." She looks to her parents.
By all means.
EXT HAZEL'S BACKYARD - MOMENTS LATER
Hazel lays on the grass in her backyard staring up at the
stars. She rings him back and as she does SPLITSCREEN w/
Hazel in the grass and:
INT GUS'S BASEMENT BEDROOM - SAME
Gus (upside down) in bed, a laptop on his chest.
So I read it again. And I just kept
feeling like... like it was a gift.
Like you'd given me something
On the other hand... we need
closure, don't we?
What we need is a sequel.
Yes. We need to know what happens
to Anna's family after she dies.
That's what I kept asking Van
Houten for in my letters.
But he never wrote back.
Because he's a recluse.
Gus clears his throat, smiles. Hazel waits.
"Dear Mr. Waters... I am writing to
thank you for your electronic
correspondence received this 6th of
Hazel sits up. Could it be...?
"I am grateful to anyone who sets
aside the time to read my book..."
I found his assistant. I emailed
her. She must have forwarded it to
(Hazel is stunned)
Shall I continue?
Keep reading, keep reading!
"I am particularly indebted to you,
sir, both for your kind words about
`An Imperial Affliction' and for
taking the time to tell me that the
book, and here I quote you
directly, `meant a great deal' to
Hazel pays attention to every word.
"To answer your question: No, I
have not written anything else, nor
will I. I do not feel that
continuing to share my thoughts
with readers would benefit either
them or me. However thank you again
for your generous email. Yours most
sincerely, Peter Van Houten.
You're making this up?
Hazel Grace, could I, with my
meager intellectual capabilities,
make up a letter from the great
Peter Van Houten?
Can I... would you mind...
Go check your in-box.
Hazel jumps up as fast as her lungs will allow. CUT TO:
INT HAZEL'S BEDROOM - LATER THAT NIGHT
Hazel sits at her computer, Van Houten's assistant's email
address staring her in the face. The cursor blinks on a blank
page. And then Hazel starts writing...
"Dear Mr. Peter Van Houten, my name
is Hazel Grace Lancaster. My friend
Augustus Waters, who read your book
- at my recommendation - just
received an email from you at this
address. I hope you will not mind
that he shared that email with me."
While Hazel reads the letter, we see a SERIES OF SCENES
showing the next several days. They include:
- Hazel and Gus drinking coffees at a cafe. He's
enthusiastically telling a story and she's enjoying every
moment of it.
- Hazel helping Gus become a better driver. It's no use.
"I was wondering if you wouldn't
mind answering a few questions I
have about what happens after the
end of the book. Specifically, the
- In his kitchen, laughing, trying to make omelettes.
"Does Anna's Mom marry the Dutch
Tulip Man; is the Dutch Tulip Man
up to something - or is he just
misunderstood? What happens to
- Watching TV. Their bodies almost touching. But not quite.
Lastly, I was hoping you could shed
some light on Sisyphus the Hamster.
These questions have haunted me for
years. And I don't know how long I
have left to get answers to them."
And finally, back in Hazel's bedroom. She finishes reading
this letter into the phone.
"I know these are not important
literary questions and that your
book is full of important literary
questions, but I would just really
like to know."
INTERCUT w/ Gus bouncing a ball against the wall, listening.
(reading it aloud to him)
"And of course, if ever you do
decide to write anything else, even
if you don't want to publish it,
I'd love to read it. Frankly, I'd
read your grocery lists. Yours with
great admiration, Hazel Grace
Lancaster. Age 16."
Bit pretentious. But then again,
Van Houten uses words like
"tendentious" and... "bacchanalia"
so I think he'll like it.
Hazel smiles, looks at a clock.
Is it really almost 1?
I gotta get to sleep.
Neither one of them want to hang up the phone.
They both laugh at this.
Perhaps "ok" will be our "always."
Gus hangs up. We stay with Hazel. Is it really possible this
Beautiful Boy likes her? She thinks about it. She's not
convinced. CUT TO:
INT HOSPITAL - RECOVERY ROOM - DAY
Isaac lies in bed, bandages covering his eyes, now officially
blind. A NURSE attends to him while Hazel sits by his side.
She hasn't even visited. Fourteen
months we were together. What kind
You'll get over her Isaac. Just
takes a little time. You'll see.
The Nurse exits the room.
Is she gone?
Did she really just say "you'll
(shakes her head)
Qualities of a Good Nurse. Go.
Doesn't pun your disability.
Gets blood on the first try.
That is huge. I mean, seriously, is
this my freakin' arm or a
dartboard? Three - no condescending
(lays it on thick)
"I'm gonna stab you with this
needle now, so there might be a
They laugh and then lapse into silence for a moment.
You doing alright, Isaac?
I don't know. To be honest, I think
a hell of a lot more about Monica
than my eye. Is that crazy? That's
It's a little crazy.
But I believe in love, you know? I
don't believe that everybody gets
to keep their eyes or not get sick
or whatever, but everybody should
have true love. Don't you think?
Hazel thinks about it as Isaac presses the button on his pain
pump, self-administering morphine.
Gus was here earlier.
(trying to be nonchalant)
Isaac exhales as the pain pump starts to kick in.
Mmm... that's better.
(off his slow nod)
Good. Good, Isaac.
(Isaac closes his eyes)
What about Gus?
But Isaac is already asleep. Whatever he was going to say
about Gus is gone. Hazel nods, pats his hand. CUT TO:
INT HAZEL'S BEDROOM - MORNING
Hazel rolls out of bed, stumbles to her computer. She
casually checks her in-box and is shocked to discover - he's
written her back!
"Dear Ms. Lancaster... I cannot
answer your questions, at least not
in writing, because to do so would
constitute a sequel, which you
might publish or otherwise share on
the internet. Not that I don't
trust you, but how could I trust
you, I barely know you."
Hazel's jaw hangs open as she reads the next part:
"Should ever you find yourself in
Amsterdam, do pay a visit at your
leisure. Yours most sincerely,
Peter Van Houten" Son of a - WHAT
IS THIS LIFE!!!
Frannie races in, clearly expecting a health problem.
(realizing she scared her)
Hazel shows Frannie the note. Frannie reads it.
Can we go to Amsterdam? Please?
Frannie thinks about how to respond for a beat.
Hazel, I... I love you and... you
know I'd do anything for you, but
We don't have the money. The
expense of getting equipment over
there - love, it's just not
No, yeah, of course.
Clearly Frannie feels awful. Which makes Hazel feel awful.
I mean, I could talk to your father
Mom, no. Please. Don't do anything.
Forget I mentioned it.
A beat between them. Frannie walks out, sadly. Hazel sits on
the bed, totally bummed now for two reasons.
Guilt is definitely a side effect
EXT SUBURBAN STREET - LATER
Hazel and Gus walk together on the sidewalk.
Just use your wish.
I've used it already. Pre-
What'd you do?
Hazel doesn't want to say. Gus realizes.
I was 13...
Tell me you did not go to Disney
(Hazel looks away)
Hazel Grace! You did not use your
one dying Wish to go to Disney
And Epcot Center.
(hands in the air)
Oh my God!
We had fun on that trip.
That is the saddest thing I've ever
I met Goofy...
Now I'm embarrassed.
Why are you embarrassed?
How can I have a crush on a girl
with such cliche wishes?
The word "crush" has taken Hazel totally by surprise.
She looks at him. A beat. She quickly looks away, blushing.
Gus continues on about Disney but all Hazel can think about
is "CRUSH". She tries not to seem too excited. CUT TO:
INT PET SCAN ROOM - DAY
Hazel, in a hospital gown, is slowly fed through the machine.
A TECH explains that she should hold still, try and relax,
etc. But Hazel knows. She knows all about these procedures.
She's a pro. CUT TO:
EXT HAZEL'S HOUSE - FRONT
Gus is waiting on the front stoop when Frannie's car pulls
up. They're home from the hospital.
He wears an Indiana Pacers JERSEY and carries a bouquet of
bright orange TULIPS.
Michael gets out of the passenger's seat to help Hazel out of
the car. Gus rises to assist them.
Is that a Rik Smits jersey?
It is indeed.
Man, I loved that guy.
Hazel sees Gus, wasn't expecting him.
How would you like to go on a
INT HAZEL'S LIVING ROOM - MOMENTS LATER
Gus is with Frannie and Michael downstairs.
Something to drink?
I'm great Mrs. Lancaster.
Meanwhile, upstairs, Hazel gets ready for the date. She's put
the orange flowers in a toothbrush holder and is putting on
LIP GLOSS. She can faintly hear the conversation downstairs.
ANGLE ON Gus sitting on the stairs. Michael next to him.
You're a survivor yourself?
(taps his leg)
Didn't cut this fella off for the
hell of it. Though it is an
excellent weight-loss strategy.
Legs are heavy!
How's your health now?
N-E-C for fourteen months.
I'm very lucky.
ANGLE ON Hazel, checking herself out in the mirror. Seems to
like what she sees a lot more than before.
BACK ON Gus and Michael, downstairs:
Son, you have to understand...
Hazel's still pretty sick. She will
be the rest of her life.
ANGLE on Hazel, who can hear all of this. She stops what
she's doing and listens.
She'll want to keep up with you -
she's that kind of girl - but the
truth is, her lungs --
You ready Gus?
Hazel appears, silencing her Father mid-sentence. CUT TO:
EXT PARK - LATER
Behind the Indianapolis Museum of Art is 152 Acres of Gardens
and Grounds. Hazel and Gus walk together.
Is this where you bring all your
Every last one.
Probably why I'm still a virgin.
Hazel laughs, elbows him.
You're not a virgin.
(off his look)
Are you really?
Gus picks a STICK up from the dirt. Draws a BIG CIRCLE in it.
See this? This circle is virgins...
Now Gus draws a much smaller circle inside that circle.
And this... is 17 year old dudes
with one leg.
Hazel laughs. Point made. He grabs her hand, helps her walk
up a tiny hill. Once up there, Gus lays a blanket on the
ground. They sit, looking out over a rather odd SCULPTURE - a
set of GIANT WHITE BONES where children can jump and play.
"Funky Bones" by Joep Van Lieshout.
He sounds Dutch.
And he is. Much like Rik Smits. And
Hazel raises an eyebrow at Gus. He's sure taking this
Amsterdam/Dutch thing pretty far. He removes some sandwiches
and orange juice out of a basket.
Let me guess --
Dutch cheese. And tomato.
(she takes one)
The tomatoes are Mexican. Sorry.
They eat for a second, their eyes watching the children play
on the bones.
How cool is that? A skeleton being
used as a playground.
You do love your symbols.
Speaking of which...
Gus stands up, takes a cigarette, puts it in his mouth. He
clears his throat.
You're probably wondering why
you're sitting here eating a bad
cheese sandwich and drinking orange
juice with a guy in a Rik Smits
It has crossed my mind.
Hazel Grace, like so many before
you - and I say this with great
affection - you spent your Wish...
I was thir--
Hush! I'm in the midst of a grand
Sorry. Please, continue...
You were young. Impressionable. The
Grim Reaper staring you in the
face. And the fear of dying with
your one true Wish left ungranted
led you to rush into making one you
didn't really want, for how could
little Hazel Grace, having never
read "An Imperial Affliction" ever
know that her one TRUE wish was to
visit Mr. Peter Van Houten in his
Hazel nods in agreement.
If you were smart, you would have
saved your wish til the time in
your life when you really knew your
Gus stops talking. Hazel is confused.
But I... didn't save it.
Good thing I saved mine.
Hazel cocks her head to one side. What is he talking about?
Got it in exchange for the leg.
And I still have it.
She starts to realize.
Are you saying --
I'm not gonna give you my Wish or
anything. But I too have an
interest in meeting Peter Van
Houten and it wouldn't make much
sense to meet him without the girl
who introduced me to his book, now
(Hazel's eyes widen)
I talked to the Genies and they're
in total agreement.
We leave on May third.
Hazel is so excited that she grabs Gus and pulls him into a
hug. Their faces close, lips inches apart, and just when it
looks like something might happen --
Wait a minute.
Are you only doing this so I'll
A beat. Gus blinks a few times.
Cause I'd totally kiss you either
And kiss him she does. He's surprised. And when it's over,
they sit back, look at one another. A magic moment.
Seriously... why are you doing
Because Hazel Grace... I found my
And Hazel is beyond touched. We hear:
Are you out of your mind?
INT HAZEL'S UTILITY ROOM - DAY
Frannie folds laundry while Hazel pleads her case.
It's too much, Haze. We can't
accept something like that from a
He's not a stranger.
Don't be gross.
It's still "no," I'm afraid.
Can we at least ask Dr. Maria?
INT DOCTOR'S OFFICE - ANOTHER DAY
Where Hazel's oncologist DR. MARIA shakes her head.
That's out of the question.
You said the PET scan was
The PET scan is encouraging. We
just don't know how long it'll stay
that way. What if you get sick in a
They have doctors in Amsterdam. And
cancer. Someone will know what to
Be that as it may, without someone
familiar with your particular case,
I can't --
(turns to her Mom)
So you'll come too.
The Genies can hook it up. They're
You've never been to Amsterdam,
have you Mom?
And judging from her face, seems she'd kinda like to. Dr.
Maria looks at Frannie, shrugs - kid's got a point.
Hazel smiles. And on that smile, we SMASH CUT TO:
Over which, we HEAR:
And then this happened.
INT HAZEL'S BEDROOM - NIGHT
[Note: There's no sound in this sequence. Just images.]
Hazel wakes up screaming in the middle of the night, shaking
and holding her head.
Frannie and Michael burst in. Mom grabs her crying daughter,
frightened beyond belief, waves to Michael to call for help.
People talk about the courage of
cancer patients. And I do not deny
He leaves the room to do so and Fran stays behind, rocking
with her daughter, promising her it'll all be ok. Whatever
nightmare this is, it's going to end. CUT TO:
INT FRANNIE'S CAR - MOMENTS LATER
Still silent. Michael drives, trying to keep it together.
Frannie's in the back with Hazel's head in her lap.
Hazel continues to scream in silence, whether from pain or
terror, we do not know.
I'd been poked and stabbed and
poisoned for years and still I trod
INT EMERGENCY ROOM - MOMENTS LATER
Michael carries Hazel into the chaotic emergency room.
They're practically running. There's still no sound.
But make no mistake...
The doctors rally to assist the screaming, crying child.
She's wheeled away from her family who can only watch. We
stay with her and WE HEAR:
In that moment I would have been
very, very happy to die.
INT HOSPITAL ROOM - ICU - MORNING
The sound returns. And it's the sound of a heart monitor.
BEEP. BEEP. BEEP. It's also the sound of a working heart.
Hazel has made it through. Her eyes open. A NURSE is there.
You're ok, Hazel.
Even Hazel seems surprised by that.
Would you like to see your parents?
Hazel nods. The Nurse goes to get them. Soon they come
bounding in, crying and kissing her repeatedly. So much
relief. CUT TO:
LATER. Hazel's bed has been raised up so she can talk to her
They thought it was a brain tumor.
It wasn't - thank god --
So what happened?
The usual. Fluid in the lungs,
preventing oxygenation. They put
There's a TUBE in Hazel's side draining fluid into a plastic
bladder that hangs off her bed.
Drained a liter and a half last
(That's a lot of fluid.)
The good news is... no tumor
growth. No new tumors in your body.
Hazel nods. That is a relief.
We're all so relieved.
Frannie embraces her daughter.
This is just a thing Hazel. It's a
thing we can live with.
Hazel nods again. Only in the universe of Hazel Grace
Lancaster is something like this just a thing. Meanwhile:
INT HOSPITAL ICU - WAITING AREA - LATER
Here's Gus, his foot tapping nervously on the floor. It's
unclear how long he's been waiting there. He sees Michael
walk down the hall. Races after him.
Mr. Lancaster! How's she doing?
Better, thank you. Much better.
Gus nods, as relieved as the rest of them.
They won't let me in. Family only.
I'm sorry --
No I get it. Will you just... will
you tell her I was here?
Of course I will.
Gus smiles. And sits back down. Though he won't get to see
her, he still wants to stay.
Michael really likes this kid.
Why don't you go home, get some
Gus looks up. That might be for the best. CUT TO:
INT HOSPITAL - CONFERENCE ROOM - DAYS LATER
Hazel and her Parents sit at a very large conference table
along with Dr. Maria and THREE OTHER ONCOLOGISTS - her whole
The great news is... Phalanxifor
continues to control your tumor
The not so great news is we're
still seeing serious problems with
So how should we proceed?
Silence. Hazel looks around the room, waits for someone to
answer. No one does.
Um, I feel like I'm not the most
qualified person to answer that.
I was talking to Dr. Simmons.
DR. SIMMONS (late 60s, white beard, old school) speaks next.
It's a strange case. Normally the
tumors start resisting the
treatment. But that hasn't happened
here - yet.
Hazel hears the "yet" the loudest.
Unfortunately, the drug may be
worsening the edema.
But if we stopped it entirely,
we're likely to face even graver
So we're gonna do nothing?
That's what we have to decide. The
truth is... very few people have
been on Phalanxifor as long as
Hazel has. We don't really know the
long term effects.
That comforts no one.
Can't I just get like a lung
transplant or something?
The Doctors look at one another like "who wants to take that
You would not be considered a...
strong candidate for a transplant.
Hazel takes that in, nods, tries to pretend it didn't bother
her. Sensitive Michael on the other hand starts to cry a
little bit. He grabs Frannie's hand.
We're trying to prevent endothelial
growth while at the same time
As Dr. Simmons drones on with some cancer gobbledygook,
Hazel's eyes remain firmly fixed on her parents. She hates
what she's doing to them. And seeing them holding hands,
crying but trying not to cry - it jogs a memory. CUT TO:
INT HOSPITAL ICU - FLASHBACK
We saw this once before. It looks like the end for 13-year
old Hazel. Her father is weeping off to the side while her
mom stands over her, holding her hand, and asking:
(through the tears)
Are you ready, sweetie?
13-year old Hazel nods. The doctors get to work. The
anaesthetic takes hold and Hazel goes under. But not enough.
Cause she totally hears her mother say:
I won't be a mom anymore.
She falls into her husband's chest. And we're BACK TO:
INT HOSPITAL - CONFERENCE ROOM
Hazel comes out of the memory when her parents see her
staring at them. She tries to shake it off. Dr. Simmons is
still talking nonsense when:
I have a question.
Can I still go to Amsterdam?
Dr. Simmons can't help himself. He laughs. Everyone looks at
him. He clears his throat.
That would not be wise at this
Why not, Dr. Simmons?
The doctors are trying to be delicate here.
It would... increase some risks --
So does going to the mall --
Yes but an airplane?
They have oxygen on airplanes.
It's my life, right?
You're Stage IV --
I have this opportunity I may never
have again. If the medicine's
working, I don't see why --
Look, I don't know any other way to
say this... You're just too sick.
And this is like a punch in the gut.
Everyone feels horrible now. Dr. Maria, Frannie and Michael,
and even Hazel. This meeting couldn't have gone worse. And we
EXT HAZEL'S HOUSE - DRIVEWAY
Hazel parent's bring her home from the hospital. She looks
miserable. It's clear the last few days have been a big
emotional set back. CUT TO:
INT HAZEL'S BEDROOM - LATER
Her parents tuck her in.
We'll be right outside.
Hazel nods. Her phone buzzes. She looks at it. A text from
Gus that reads: "ok?" Hazel looks at it.
And she doesn't write back. CUT TO:
INT HAZEL'S KITCHEN - ANOTHER NIGHT
Hazel sits staring at nothing. The house phone rings. Michael
comes in from another room with the phone in hand. Whispers:
Hazel thinks about it - silently shakes her head, no. Michael
says into the phone.
I'm sorry Gus, she's asleep.
Hazel stands and goes into her bedroom, clearly depressed.
INT HAZEL'S BEDROOM - LATER
Hazel reads from "An Imperial Affliction." Her phone buzzes
again. "Augustus." It just says "hello?" Again she ignores
And then a second text. She looks at it. "The silence is
deafening." She puts the phone back down.
Hazel's heart breaks. She can't take it anymore. She picks
the phone back up. She texts the following:
"I don't know if you'll understand this but I can't see you
anymore. I mean I want to. I just..."
She thinks about the rest. She writes:
"I'm a grenade."
She sends the text. Waits.
And then there's more to say. She sends a second text.
"When I look at you, all I can see is what I'm going to put
you through. I can't have that. I'm sorry."
She sends that text. Waits.
He writes back.
Hazel reads it. Writes back: "Ok."
A beat. Gus responds: "oh my god, stop flirting with me!"
Hazel smiles - she can't help herself! - but she must. She
gets her emotions in check. Puts the phone away. CUT TO:
EXT HAZEL'S HOUSE - ESTABLISHING
An ugly day in Indianapolis.
INT HAZEL'S HOUSE - SAME
Inside, Hazel is about as miserable as the weather. The sky -
and the circumstances - have cast a grey pall over the day.
EXT HAZEL'S HOUSE - BACKYARD
Hazel walks out back. Looks up at the clouds, threatening
rain but not yet delivering it. She sits down in the grass,
on the verge of tears. She looks at the old rusty SWING SET
that's been in her backyard for years.
And starts to cry. Just for a few brief moments, she lets
Then she wipes the tears. Becomes strong again. And makes a
Hazel dials her phone. We hear:
Are you crying, Hazel Grace?
What's the matter?
I don't know. I want to go to
Amsterdam. And I want him to tell
us what happens after the book and
I don't want my particular life and
also the sky is making me sad and
there's this old swing set that my
Dad made for me when I was a kid.
It's just... everything.
Hazel is on the verge of losing it again. A few beats of
silence pass by.
I demand to see this swing set of
Hazel can't help but smile and we CUT TO:
LATER. Same backyard - only now Hazel is with Gus. Which
makes everything better.
They both look at the swing set.
I see your point.
That is one sad swing set.
Hazel nudges her head onto his shoulder.
Thanks for coming over.
You do realize... trying to keep
your distance from me will in no
way lessen my affection for you.
Hazel says nothing.
All efforts to save me from you
Hazel looks at him. He's sure not making this easy.
Is this about Amsterdam? Cause we
It's not about Amsterdam. It's
about me. It's about...
I get it. One day you're going to
explode in a huge ball of fire and
everyone close to you will die in
There's already two people in your
life you're going to destroy. Why
add a third to that list. Am I
That's why I don't have a hamster.
Gus is silent. He can't argue. They stand there quietly a few
more beats, looking out at the swing set. Until:
We have got to do something about
this frigging swing set.
INT HAZEL'S BEDROOM - MOMENTS LATER
Hazel sits at the computer screen writing a Craigslist post.
Gus stands next to her.
"Swing Set Needs Home."
"Desperately Lonely Swing Set Needs
"Lonely, Vaguely Pedophilic Swing
Set Seeks Butts of Children."
Gus laughs harder. Hazel laughs with him.
Hazel looks at him, not understanding.
In case you were wondering...
that's why I like you.
(beat, off her look)
You're so busy being you that you
have no idea how utterly
unprecedented you are.
Hazel absorbs that. Her feelings for this boy in a tangle.
EXT HAZEL'S HOUSE - BACKYARD
Gus and Hazel watch as a TOWNIE finishes loading the swing
set into the back of his PICK-UP. Gus salutes the swing set
as the truck drives off.
Then he sneaks a quick kiss on Hazel's cheek. She shoots him
a look. Gus throws up his hands.
She playfully elbows him away.
EXT CHURCH - ANOTHER DAY
Hazel walks with Isaac out of Support Group.
Do you like him?
Of course I like him.
But you don't want to hook up with
Hazel doesn't know what she wants.
INT HAZEL'S BEDROOM - DAY
Hazel is at her computer reading a new email from Lidewij
Vliegenthart. Clearly Hazel was not expecting this.
"Dear Hazel, I have received word
via the Genies that you will be
visiting us with Augustus Waters
and your mother beginning on the
4th. A week away! Peter and I are
delighted and cannot wait to --
Hazel is confused. She stands and walks into the hallway.
Frannie races out of her room in a towel, dripping wet.
What is it, what's wrong?!
Sorry, I... I didn't know you were
in the shower.
Bath. I was just... just trying to
take a bath for five seconds.
What's the matter?
Did you ever call the Genies to
tell them the trip is off? I just
got an email from Peter Van
Houton's assistant. She still
thinks we're coming.
Frannie purses her lips and squints past Hazel. Clearly
unsure what to say.
Frannie can't keep a straight face.
I'm not supposed to tell you until
your father gets home.
We're going to Amsterdam.
(still not believing)
Dr. Maria called last night and
made a convincing case that you
need to live --
I LOVE YOU SO MUCH!!
Hazel can't move all that fast to hug her Mom so Frannie
comes to her and they embrace. After:
I'm getting back in the tub now.
When she leaves Hazel grabs her cell phone. ANGLE ON IT.
Hazel sends Gus the following text: "STILL FREE MAY 3? :-)"
A moment later Gus responds: "EVERYTHING'S COMING UP WATERS!"
Hazel is over the moon with excitement. She smiles, then
tries to calm herself, knowing it's the best thing.
(whispering to her lungs)
One week, lungs. Keep your shit
together one more week...
INT KITCHEN - ONE WEEK LATER
Luggage waits by the door, including oxygen tanks and medical
equipment. Frannie makes breakfast as Hazel enters, now
dressed and excited for the trip.
And a moment later Michael joins them.
They're all going crazy with excitement! CUT TO:
EXT HOUSE - LATER
Michael finishes loading up the car. Kisses his wife goodbye.
He embraces Hazel. She hugs him back and of course he starts
I love you. I'm so proud of you.
Michael lets go of her and wipes away his tears. They look at
each other. Unable to help himself, he grabs her for another
hug. Hazel lets him, laughing.
INT / EXT CAR - LATER
The car is packed with oxygen tanks, a suitcase for clothes,
another for medicines and back-up medicines just in case etc.
Frannie pulls up to Gus's house. They get out of the car and
head to the front door, buzzing with excitement.
As they get close, they can hear a commotion inside. A
WOMAN'S VOICE yelling something unclear, followed by:
BECAUSE IT'S MY LIFE, MOM. IT
BELONGS TO ME!
Frannie immediately puts her arm around Hazel and quickly
spins her back to the car.
We can't eavesdrop, Hazel.
Back at the car, far out of earshot, they wait. Hazel unsure
what that was about. Frannie politely honks the horn.
A moment later Gus emerges from the house, smiling. A travel
bag over his shoulder and a cigarette dangling from his lips.
Always a pleasure to see you ma'am.
Hello, Hazel Grace.
Frannie doesn't know what to make of any of that. She just
says, when they stop and look at her:
EXT AIRPORT - ESTABLISHING
A SKYCAP helps Hazel, Gus and Frannie with all their bags and
INT AIRPORT - MOMENTS LATER
They wait in line for the security checkpoint. When it's
Hazel's turn she unhooks the plastic nubbins from her nose.
Gus places the oxygen tank on the conveyer belt.
Hazel takes slow, careful steps through the metal detector.
She seems determined to get through this without any help.
But upon reaching the other side it's clear that even these
few steps without oxygen were a struggle.
Hazel holds on to the side of the conveyer belt to steady
herself. As soon as her tank reappears she puts the cannula
back in place. Still light-headed, Hazel closes her eyes and
focuses on her breathing. She catches her mom looking at her,
(with some difficulty)
INT AIRPORT GATE - LATER
Arriving at the Gate area they draw curious looks from the
OTHER PASSENGERS: Hazel with her oxygen tank, Gus with his
noticeable limp and Frannie helping with the equipment.
A YOUNG COUPLE gets up so that Hazel and Gus can sit.
Oh that's not necessary.
But they give up their seats anyway. Hazel and Gus take them.
We see various Passengers watching. Hazel ignores the
attention until a LITTLE GIRL (6, cute braids) appears.
What's in your nose?
It's called a Cannula. These tubes
give me oxygen and help me breathe.
The GIRL'S MOTHER swoops in, a little frantic.
Jackie... Oh, I'm sorry.
No, no. It's alright.
Would they help me breathe too?
I dunno. Wanna try?
Hazel removes her cannula and let's the Little Girl try it.
I think I'm breathing better.
Well... I'd love to give you my
cannula but... I kinda really need
The Little Girl nods, hands it back to Hazel, who quickly
Thanks for letting me try it.
They smile at each other before the Little Girl walks back to
her family. She waves. Hazel waves back.
AIRPORT ANNOUNCEMENT (O.S.)
We will now begin pre-boarding
Flight 144 to Amsterdam. For those
passengers in need of extra
I think that's us.
INT AIRPLANE - MOMENTS LATER
Hazel sits in the middle with Frannie on the aisle and Gus at
the window. He looks around, antsy.
Have you never been on a plane
Gus shakes his head, he has not. And he's nervous. He pulls a
cigarette out of his pocket and puts it in his mouth. Within
seconds a FLIGHT ATTENDANT rushes over.
Sir, you can't smoke on this plane.
Or... any plane.
(cigarette in his mouth)
I don't smoke.
The Flight Attendant shoots him a look.
It's a metaphor. He puts the
killing thing in his mouth but
doesn't give it the power to kill
That metaphor is prohibited on
Gus nods and puts the cigarette away.
"Flight attendants, prepare for
The engines roar to life and the plane accelerates towards
take off. Gus is getting more worried by the second. He grabs
the arm rest, his eyes wide.
Gus doesn't say it back. Hazel laughs.
This is what it feels like to ride
in a car with you.
Gus grabs Hazel's hand as the plane lifts off. He looks out
the window - they're flying! - and then back to Hazel.
We're flying! Look!
Hazel smiles at his enthusiasm.
Holy -- look at that?! NOTHING HAS
EVER LOOKED LIKE THAT EVER IN ALL
OF HUMAN HISTORY!
He's adorable at this moment. Hazel can't resist leaning over
to give him a kiss on the cheek.
(not looking up from her
Just so you know, I'm right here.
Sitting next to you. Your mother.
We're just friends, Mom.
She is. I'm not.
Hazel shoots him a look. Gus shrugs - "what, it's the truth."
Hazel just shakes her head. CUT TO:
LATER. Mid-flight, the plane is dark, Frannie's asleep. Hazel
and Gus watch the same gory action movie. Actually, he
watches the movie. She just watches him watch it. He watches
it with gusto.
Hazel continues to watch him. Try as she might, she's falling
in love. CUT TO:
SFX: the PLANE touching down. CUT TO:
EXT/ INT AMSTERDAM HIGHWAY - TAXI CAB - MORNING
Hazel, Gus, and Frannie ride in the back of a YELLOW CAB.
We're from Indiana.
Indiana. They steal from the
Indians but the keep the name, yes?
Hazel and Gus share a look.
Something like that.
Meanwhile, the landscape outside is flat and dusty, with dirt
tracks and the occasional concrete building. In other words,
it looks more like Indianapolis than Holland.
(to the Driver)
This is Amsterdam?
Yes and no. Amsterdam is like the
rings of a tree. It gets older as
you get closer to the center.
Soon enough, the cab takes an off-ramp and turns a corner and
suddenly, it's as if they're transported - not only to
another universe but to another time as well.
We see MULTI-COLORED ROW HOUSES lined on both sides of a
windy CANAL. HOUSEBOATS float against the edges and everyone
rides BICYCLES down cobblestone streets. They're astounded.
INT HOTEL - LATER
Gus helps Hazel and Frannie bring their stuff into the room.
We see a WICKER BASKET of gifts - presents from the Genies -
welcoming their arrival. Hazel, exhausted, sits on the bed.
I'll be right down the hall.
Hazel nods, already drifting off to sleep. CUT TO:
INT HOTEL ROOM - HOURS LATER
Some time later. Hazel stirs. Her Mom is seated in a sagging,
paisley CHAIR across from the bed reading a TRAVEL GUIDE.
Actually, it's five o'clock.
How was the park?
Never made it.
What? I like watching you sleep.
Hazel shoots Frannie a look. Even in an exotic city, her Mom
still can't enjoy herself.
I promise I'll do crazy Mom stuff
tonight while you and Gus are at
What do you mean?
You have reservations at a place
called Oranjee. Mr. Van Houten set
it up. Very fancy according to the
Book. And romantic.
I'm just saying...
A 16 year old girl running free
with an older boy on the streets of
a foreign city famous for its vice
and debauchery... is totally cool
with you. Is that what you're
Let's get you dressed!
Hazel just shakes her head. CUT TO:
INT HOTEL ROOM - LATER
Frannie opens the door to find Gus in a perfectly tailored
BLACK SUIT, cigarette dangling from his mouth.
(calling to the bathroom)
Hazel! Gus is here.
Thank you ma'am.
A few beats later Hazel emerges from the bathroom. She wears
a knee-length, pale blue SUNDRESS. And she looks...
Am I under-dressed?
You look gorgeous.
Gus offers Hazel his arm. She takes it. They're ready to go.
INT/EXT AMSTERDAM - ON THE TRAM - LATER
Hazel and Gus ride the crowded tram through the city. ELM
TREES line the canals, their pale petals blowing into the
wind like a spring snowstorm.
An OLD COUPLE stands to give up their seats - this happens
all the time. Hazel again tries to protest and again it falls
on deaf ears. She and Gus sit. They look out the window onto
the city. Excited. The night just beginning.
EXT ORANJEE RESTAURANT - LATER
At the edge of the canal, near an ancient bridge. Hazel and
Gus are shown to a TABLE right next to the water.
Your table, Mr. And Mrs. Waters.
Gus pulls out Hazel's chair for her. A WAITER brings them a
bottle of CHAMPAGNE as they sit.
The champagne is our gift.
Hazel and Gus look at each other. Is this a dream? The
champagne is poured and Gus raises his glass.
Hazel raises hers.
They clink glasses and sip.
Wow that's good.
Do you know what Dom Perignon said
after he invented champagne?
`Come quickly,' he said. `I am
tasting the stars!'
Hazel and Gus smile.
Welcome to Oranjee. Would you like
a menu or will you have the chef's
Gus looks at Hazel. She shrugs.
The chef's choice sounds lovely.
(the Waiter nods)
And can we get more of this?
We have bottled all the stars for
you this evening, my young friends.
The Waiter leaves. Hazel and Gus look at each other.
Thank you for coming to Amsterdam.
Thank you for letting me hijack
Thank you for wearing that dress
which is like whoa.
Hazel shakes her head, trying not to smile but unable not to.
The Waiter brings two more glasses of champagne and a plate:
Belgian white asparagus with a
Hazel takes a bite.
Oh my god.
Gus takes a bite.
That is just...
There are no words.
Meanwhile, down on the water a BOAT passes, filled with
merry, drinking LOCALS. One of them raises a glass to them
and says something in Dutch.
We don't speak Dutch!
She says, "the beautiful couple is
Hazel and Gus smile. This night could not be going any better
so far. CUT TO:
LATER. Hazel and Gus enjoying their second courses.
I want this dragon carrot risotto
to become a person so I can take it
to Vegas and marry it.
Hazel leans back in her chair, in need of a breather.
I like your suit.
Thanks. First time wearing it.
That isn't the suit you wear to
Oh no. That one's not nearly this
(off her look)
When I first found out I was sick -
I mean, they told me I had like an
85% chance to be cancer-free. Great
odds, sure. But that meant a year
of torture, the loss of my leg, and
still a 15% chance it might fail.
So right before the surgery I asked
my parents if I could buy a suit,
like a really nice suit, just in
case I didn't make it.
It's your death suit.
That's what it is.
I have one of those. Bought it for
my 15th birthday. Don't think I'd
wear it on a date, though.
Are we on a date?
(cocks her head)
Gus winks. CUT TO:
LATER. Dessert on the table. As they euphorically eat:
Maybe I wouldn't go so far as to
say no. I just... I'd like some
What do you think?
Oh for sure. I mean, not like a
heaven where you ride unicorns,
play harps, and live in a mansion
made of clouds but, yeah, I believe
Hazel is surprised.
Something becomes of us. It has to.
Otherwise what's the point?
Maybe there is no point.
I refuse to accept that.
I won't accept it.
Hazel thinks about it. She appreciates his conviction but is
still not sure she agrees. The hand they've been dealt too
unfair. Hazel looks out at the water as she says:
I hope you're right.
I'm in love with you.
That gets her attention.
You heard me.
I'm in love with you. And I know
that love is just a shout into the
void, and that oblivion is
inevitable, and that we're all
doomed and that there will come a
day when all our labor has been
returned to dust, and I know the
sun will swallow the only earth
we'll ever have, and I am in love
At which point, the Waiter reappears.
Hazel is still too speechless to respond, her eyes fixed on
Gus. Eventually Gus answers for them.
Just the check, please.
Your meal has been paid for by Mr.
Gus raises his eyebrows at Hazel. This Van Houten guy is
EXT AMSTERDAM CANALS - LATER
Hazel and Gus on a park bench, his arm around her, looking
out over the water. Seeds blow from the elm trees and the
reflections of the city ripple in the water below them.
Hazel leans into his body, just a little. They stay like
that, savoring the best night of both of their lives. CUT TO:
EXT AMSTERDAM - HOTEL - ESTABLISHING
A crisp Spring morning in Amsterdam. The buzz in the air
outside is equalled by the buzz in:
INT HOTEL ROOM - SAME
Where Hazel excitedly paces through the room.
I really don't get that shirt.
Hazel wears a screen print t-shirt of Magritte's "Ceci N'est
Pas Une Pipe." (A painting of a pipe with words below that
mean "This is not a pipe.")
Van Houten will get it. Trust me.
There are like fifty Magritte
references in "Imperial
"This is not a pipe."
But it is a pipe.
No it's not. It's a drawing of a
All representations of a thing are
inherently abstract. A drawing of a
thing is not the thing itself. Nor
is a t-shirt of a drawing of a
thing the thing itself.
Frannie is still at a loss but she's impressed.
When did you get so grown up? I
feel like it was yesterday I was
telling 8-year old Hazel why the
sky was blue. You thought I was a
genius back then.
Why is the sky blue?
Because I say so.
A knock on the door. Gus pokes his head in.
Who's ready for some answers!
EXT. VONDELSTRAAT ROW HOUSES - LATER
Gus and Hazel stand outside Van Houten's white house.
I'm so excited I can barely
As opposed to other days...?
She playfully hits him. He takes her arm, picks up the oxygen
tank, and up they go towards his front door.
As they approach, there's a noticeable NOISE coming from
inside the house. It's the deep thump of a BASS BEAT. Loud.
Like, obnoxiously loud.
Hazel grabs the brass ornament and knocks. They wait. There's
Maybe he can't hear over the music?
Gus tries again, this time with more force. Still nothing. He
tries a third time. Finally, the music stops. They wait.
A moment later the door swings open.
It's a MAN IN PAJAMAS (60s), with a huge potbelly, thinning
hair, and a week-old beard. All he says is:
MAN IN PAJAMAS
Gus and Hazel look to one another. Could it be?
Mr. Van Houten?
At which point, the Pajama Man slams the door in their faces.
Hazel and Gus are too stunned to react. Through the closed
door, they hear this:
MAN IN PAJAMAS (O.S.)
WOMAN'S VOICE (O.S.)
Are they here, Peter?
So it is PETER VAN HOUTEN. Gus and Hazel can't believe it.
MAN IN PAJAMAS (O.S.)
There are two --
Who the hell's "they?"
WOMAN'S VOICE (O.S.)
They are Augustus and Hazel, the
young fans with whom you've been
Gus and Hazel smile at hearing their names. Perhaps this will
help things take a turn for the better.
MAN IN PAJAMAS (O.S.)
WOMAN'S VOICE (O.S.)
You invited them, remember?
MAN IN PAJAMAS (O.S.)
You know why I left America,
Lidewij? To never have to encounter
Americans. Get rid of them.
Hazel and Gus can't believe it. This is terrible!
WOMAN'S VOICE (O.S.)
I will not do this Peter. Be nice.
At which point, the door opens - opened by the Woman whose
voice they'd been hearing - Van Houten's assistant LIDEWIJ
(30s, Dutch, pretty in a bookish way). She virtually shoves
Van Houten towards a stunned Gus and Hazel.
And they are again face-to-face with Van Houten. One beat,
two beats. No one knows what to say. Finally:
Which of you is Augustus Waters?
Gus raises his hand tentatively.
Van Houten sizes them up. Without another word, he turns and
walks inside - at least this time, leaving the door ajar.
Please. I am sorry. Come in.
Hazel and Gus share one more awkward glance before Gus takes
a step. Hazel follows. They walk:
INT VAN HOUTEN'S HOME - SAME
Lidewij leads Gus and Hazel into a living room so sterile
it's creepy. The walls are empty and white, there's a single
couch, a small ottoman, and a single lounge chair. That's it.
Van Houten sits in the chair.
Off to the side are two large black garbage bags, full and
Fan mail. 18 years worth. He never
Van Houten kicks his feet up on the ottoman and crosses his
slippers. He motions for them to sit on the couch.
Yours are the first missives to
which I've replied and look where
that got me.
Hazel and Gus take their seats.
Um, no thanks.
Just me then, Lidewij. Scotch and
Perhaps some breakfast first Peter?
She thinks I have a drinking
I also think the Earth is round.
Nevertheless, Lidewij pours Peter half a glass and hands it
to him. He takes a sip, then sits up straight.
So you like my book.
Yes. We - well, Augustus, he made
meeting you his Wish so that we
could come here and talk to you.
Van Houten says nothing. Takes a long pull on his drink.
Did you dress like her on purpose?
(looks at her shirt)
Van Houten says nothing to that.
I do not have a drinking problem. I
have a Churchillian relationship
with alcohol: I can crack jokes and
govern England and do anything I
want to do. Except not drink.
He glances over at Lidewij, who dutifully refills his glass.
Incidentally, thank you for dinner
We bought them dinner last night?
It was our pleasure.
You've come a long way so... what
is it I can do for you?
We have some questions --
About what happens, you know...
after... the end of your book.
Specifically to those who Anna
leaves behind. Like her Mom, the
Dutch Tulip Man, Sisy --
How familiar are you with Swedish
Hazel looks at Gus. Is he kidding?
I would say... limited?
But presumably you know Afasi Och
Filthy's seminal album "Flacken."
Lidewij! Play `Bomfalleralla'
Lidewij sighs but she does as she's told. A few seconds
later, some loud Swedish rap song blasts from the speakers.
Hazel and Gus sit through this, totally baffled.
(yelling over the music)
I'm sorry, sir. We don't speak
Who the hell speaks Swedish? The
important thing is not what
nonsense the voices are saying, but
what the voices are feeling.
The song continues another awkward ten seconds or so before
Gus has enough. He gets up and turns off the music.
Are you messing with us?
Is this some kind of performance?
Rudolf Otto said that if you had
not encountered the numinous then
his work was not for you. And I say
to you, my friends, if you cannot
hear Afasi Och Filthy's bravadic
response to fearfulness, then my
work is not for you.
Hazel is really getting worried at this point. They came all
this way for this?
So anyway... when the book ends,
Anna's mom --
(raising a hand to silence
Let us imagine that you are racing
Hazel and Gus fidget in their seats. Lidewij frowns, clearly
feeling bad for them. Van Houten continues.
The tortoise has a ten yard head
start. In the time it takes you to
run ten yards, the tortoise has
moved maybe one yard. And so on,
VAN HOUTEN (CONT'D)
You are faster than the tortoise
but you can never catch him, you
see, you can only decrease his
lead. Now certainly you can run
past the tortoise as long as you
don't contemplate the mechanics
involved but the question of how
turns out to be so complicated that
no one really solved it until
Cantor's proof that some infinities
are bigger than other infinities.
Hazel and Gus have no idea how to respond.
I assume that answers your
I don't know what's going on.
And yet you seemed so intelligent
in print, Mr. Waters.
(under his breath)
Must be all that cancer in your
Gus could throw a punch right now. Hazel tries to calm the
Can we please, maybe, talk about
Anna for a sec? I mean, I
understand that the story ends mid-
sentence because she dies or she
becomes too sick to continue --
I'm not interested in talking about
- but that doesn't mean her family
and everyone she loves doesn't have
a future, right?
I said I'm not interested --
But you promised!
Mr. Van Houten, you said you would
tell us what happens and that's why
we're here. We... I need you tell
me. Surely you've thought about it.
I mean, as characters --
Nothing happens to them! They're
fictions. They cease to exist the
moment the novel is over.
This is not what Hazel came all this way to hear. She won't
(again, has to calm
I mean, I understand. In a literary
sense. But it's impossible NOT to
imagine some future --
I can't do this. Lidewij, get rid
of them, please.
(Lidewij doesn't move, he
turns back to Hazel)
I won't indulge your childish
whims. I refuse to pity you in the
manner in which you're accustomed.
I don't want your pity --
Of course you do. Like all sick
kids, your existence depends on it.
(on a roll)
You are fated to live out your days
as the child you were when
diagnosed, the child who believes
there is life after a novel ends.
And we, as adults, we pity this, so
we pay for your treatments, for
your oxygen machines. We give you
food and water though you are
unlikely to live long enough --
You are a side effect of an
evolutionary process that cares
little for individual lives.
VAN HOUTEN (CONT'D)
You are a failed experiment in
Lidewij has tears in her eyes. Gus has balled his fists. But
not Hazel. Van Houten's words have not phased her one bit.
She rises from the couch.
Hey listen douchepants. You're not
gonna tell me anything I don't
already know about illness. I need
one thing and one thing only from
you before I walk out of your life
and that's for you to tell me what
happens to your goddman characters!
I cannot tell you.
I cannot --
Van Houten goes to take a drink but...
Make something up.
... Hazel smacks it right the fuck out of his hands,
After a beat:
Lidewij. I'll have a martini
I have resigned.
Oh don't be ridiculous.
No one moves. Van Houten realizes he's alone in this.
I'd like you to leave now.
You're really not gonna tell us?
I would like you... to leave.
Hazel is furious. Gus stands next to her, touches her arm is
if to say "come on, enough of this guy." CUT TO:
EXT VAN HOUTEN'S HOUSE - SAME
Gus and Hazel come out of the house, practically shaking. As
they get to the street, Van Houten has one more thing to say.
Have you ever stopped to ask why
you care so much about your silly
Go fuck yourself.
Van Houten doesn't have a response to that. He just shuts the
door. And when he does, that's when Hazel gets emotional.
Hey. It's ok. It's ok...
(beat, an idea)
I'll write you a sequel.
(she cries harder)
I will. Better than any shit that
drunk could write. With blood and
guts and sacrifice. You'll love it.
Hazel nods, then wipes away tears. She fakes a smile and Gus
gives her a hug. Afterwards:
I spent your Wish on that asshole.
You did not spend it on him. You
spent it on us.
They embrace once more.
I know... I know. Apparently the
world is not a wish-granting
This gets a real smile from Hazel. That's when Lidewij comes
outside. Clearly she's been crying too.
I'm so sorry. Circumstance has made
him cruel. I thought meeting you
would help him, if he would see
that his work has shaped real
lives, but... I'm very sorry.
Hazel says nothing. Gus holds her in a very protective way.
Perhaps we can do some sightseeing.
Have you seen the Anne Frank House?
I'm not going anywhere with that
He is not invited.
EXT ANNE FRANK HOUSE - LATER
Lidewij walks back from the ticket kiosk with more bad news.
I'm afraid there's no elevator.
Oh, um, that's alright.
No, there are many stairs. Steep
I can do it.
I can do it!
Hazel is not going to stand for any more disappointments
today. They are going inside. CUT TO:
INT ANNE FRANK HOUSE - GROUND FLOOR - MOMENTS LATER
A VIDEO plays on a MONITOR showing the Nazi invasion of
Holland. Hazel and Gus stand with Lidewij in a pack of
BACKPACKERS and TRAVELERS about to take the tour. Many of
them begin to walk up the first flight of stairs.
Hazel nods. Both Hazel and Gus walk slowly up the stairs. So
far so good. They find themselves in an office space.
This is the bookcase that hid the
Frank family and four others.
The BOOKCASE is half open. Behind it is an even steeper set
of stairs, only wide enough for one person at a time.
Some of the Travelers begin to walk up the stairs. Gus looks
at Hazel - are you sure we should continue? She begins the
climb, determined. Lidewij trails behind, carrying her oxygen
Hazel moves very slowly. We are aware of her labored
breathing the entire time.
ANGLE ON OTHER TOURISTS, watching and quietly commenting.
Just like at the airport, except now in foreign languages.
Hazel arrives on the NEXT FLOOR - an empty room. She's
definitely starting to struggle. She leans against the wall
to catch her breath. Gus comes to her side, wipes her brow.
You're a champion.
Hazel smiles. When she's feeling up to it they walk into the
next room, also empty. And another staircase, even more
narrow and steep - practically a ladder. When Gus sees this
he looks at Hazel:
That's enough --
Hazel very slowly begins the climb. Again we're aware of her
every breath. It's dark. And it's becoming very difficult.
Near the top Hazel stumbles but is finally able to pull
Once there, she falls to the floor, slumping against the
wall, trying to catch her breath. Gus crouches next to her.
We're at the top. That's it.
Hazel becomes aware that TOURISTS look at her with concern.
She smiles, stands up, nothing to see here.
And now they're in the final room - a long, narrow hallway.
This is where Anne Frank and 7 other people lived in hiding
for as long as they could. There's a TIME LINE detailing
The only member of the whole family
to survive was Otto, Anne's father.
Gus takes Hazel's hand.
I don't know how you go on, without
Lidewij stays behind to study part of the exhibit. Gus leads
Hazel into the room at the end of the hallway where a VIDEO
details the last days of Anne Frank's life. Over it, we hear
a YOUNG GIRL's VOICE reading from the diary.
The Travelers stand to watch and listen. Gus and Hazel do the
same. The room is dark.
GIRL'S VOICE (O.S.)
"At such moment's, I don't think
about the misery..."
Gus and Hazel stand very closely together. The video is the
cherry on top of a very emotional day. Hazel watches it.
GIRL'S VOICE (O.S.)
"...but about the beauty that still
Gus, meanwhile, is just watching Hazel, the same way she
watched him on the airplane. After a beat, she catches him.
Their eyes meet. The emotions build...
GIRL'S VOICE (O.S.)
"Try to recapture the happiness
within yourself. Think of all the
beauty in everything around you...
and be happy."
And Hazel KISSES Gus. A most passionate, intense, you-and-me-
against-the-world kind of kiss, better than any they've
experienced or could even imagine. It seems to last for a
Eventually, they break away and open their eyes. They quickly
notice all the Travelers staring at them. For a brief second,
they wonder if that was a very inappropriate thing to do...
When suddenly everyone starts clapping for them, moved by the
whole thing. One EUROPEAN even shouts "bravo!" Hazel blushes,
Gus smiles, bows, he grabs her hand. CUT TO:
INT GUS'S HOTEL ROOM - LATER
They fall onto Gus's bed, kissing. Hazel is very in the
moment and now it's Gus who seems nervous. As they kiss:
It's above my knee.
She ignores him, more kissing. She takes off his shirt.
It tapers a little and then it's
just skin --
Hazel pulls away from him.
Just so you're prepared --
Oh get over yourself.
Hazel kisses him again. Now he tries to pull her shirt off
but it gets tangled in with her oxygen tube. He can't figure
it out. Eventually the whole thing is hilarious to them. They
shake their heads - laughing - certainly not your typical
Hollywood movie moment. And yet, for them:
I love you, Augustus Waters.
I love you too, Hazel Grace.
They resume kissing. And we CUT TO:
INT HOTEL ROOM - MORNING
Gus wakes up in the bed. He looks around for Hazel but she
isn't there. On the bed is a piece of paper. A note.
It reads: "Dearest Augustus..."
Beneath that is a BIG CIRCLE, labeled "Virgins." And in that
circle is a SMALLER SECOND CIRCLE labeled "17 year old dudes
with one leg." We'll notice part of that circle is now
outside the bigger circle. Gus flashes that signature smile.
EXT CAFE - DAY
Hazel and Gus sit with Frannie drinking coffee in the sun at
an outdoor cafe. They're re-enacting yesterday's events.
"Get up you fat bastard."
"I can't stand up, I'm too drunk."
I said "get up."
"Standing is for fools!"
God, what an asshole.
They both giggle at the whole thing.
It was awful, Mom. You can't
And then what happened?
Then we went to the Anne Frank
And after that?
A quick glance between Hazel and Gus.
We just... walked around.
Hazel and Gus smile, thoroughly in love but trying to keep it
in check in front of her Mother.
A few beats later.
Listen... I'm gonna stretch my legs
a little. Give the two of you some
time to talk.
As she stands up to leave, Hazel thinks she catches Gus and
Frannie making eye contact for a brief second. Once Frannie
has left them:
That was weird.
Gus doesn't respond except to say:
EXT AMSTERDAM STREET - LATER
They start to walk. Gus takes a cigarette out of his pack,
sticks it between his lips. Hazel notices he's struggling
There's something I have to tell
They walk in silence a few beats.
Just before you went into the
hospital... There was this... I
felt this... ache in my hip.
Hazel grabs onto his arm, a lump already forming.
Gus takes the cigarette out of his mouth, clenches his teeth
tightly, trying not to cry.
I had a PET scan.
Gus sits down on a BENCH. Looks up at her. Tries to smile.
Before he even says it, she knows.
It lit up like a Christmas tree,
The lining of my chest, my liver...
Oh my god no!
Hazel loses it in that moment, falling on top of him, hugging
him for dear life, her head in his lap.
I'm so sorry, Augustus. I'm so so
I'm sorry too --
It's so unfair --
I should have told you --
It's so fucking unfair!
A beat. Gus still trying not to cry.
Apparently the world is... not a
And at that point, Gus lets it go, lets himself cry and be
sad and feel awful.
But just for a second. Then he shakes it off, pulls Hazel's
face up to his, tries again to smile through the tears.
Don't you worry about me, Hazel
Grace. I'll find a way to hang
around and annoy you for a long
She hugs him, perhaps a little too tightly. He winces.
Does it hurt?
But of course it's not ok. Not by a mile.
Hazel takes a moment to look at him, touches his cheek.
I'm just... I'm very fond of you.
He grabs her hand and holds it.
I don't suppose you can forget
about it, treat me like I'm not
I don't think you're dying,
Augustus. You've just got a touch
Gus nods. Squeezes her hand.
Would it be absolutely ludicrous to
make out right now?
Hazel doesn't answer. She just kisses him, hard. And on the
two of them, so in love, we CUT TO:
INT AIRPLANE - LATER
Hazel lays on Gus's shoulder as he stares out the window,
leaving Amsterdam behind.
INT INDIANAPOLIS AIRPORT - BAGGAGE CLAIM - DAY
As they ride down the escalator, Hazel sees Michael standing
amongst the livery drivers. He holds a sign that says -
instead of someone's last name - "My Beautiful Family (and
Upon seeing them, he immediately starts to cry of course. He
kisses his wife, gives Hazel a big hug. Gus goes to shake his
hand but Michael hugs him as well. CUT TO:
INT HAZEL'S LIVING ROOM - THAT NIGHT
Hazel sits with her father on the couch.
Gus had a recurrence.
Mrs. Waters told us the night
before you left.
I'm sorry Hazel.
They sit for a beat. Tears form in Michael's eyes.
You're not gonna say it?
The usual. "Everything happens for
Michael shakes his head.
I don't know, Haze.
I always thought being an adult
meant knowing what you believe...
... that has not been my
Hazel understands exactly. CUT TO:
INT GUS'S BASEMENT BEDROOM - DAY
Gus lays in bed, eyes open, a PICC line now being fed through
a port in his chest. Chemotherapy at work.
Hazel and Isaac are keeping him company.
How are your eyes?
Great. Wonderful. I mean, they're
not in my head is the only problem.
I hate to one-up you but... seems
my entire body is made out of
cancer now, so...
Isaac nods. Tries not to get emotional but it's happening. He
goes to touch Gus's arm and accidentally touches his thigh.
Whoa, I'm taken.
(to Hazel, re: Gus)
Did you write his eulogy yet?
Hazel is confused.
I haven't asked her.
What are you talking about?
Gus looks at her, grows a little serious.
I need speakers at my funeral. I
thought maybe you and Isaac... but
especially you --
Would you be kind enough to whip
(touches his hand)
It would be an honor.
They hold holds.
You guys are adorable.
Hazel play slaps Isaac on the arm.
How's your love life? Anything from
Not a word.
She hasn't even like, texted to ask
how you're doing?
He shakes his head. Gus gets an angry look on his face.
That is so messed up!
I've stopped thinking about it.
Moving on. There's a new girl in
Support Group with these humongous -
Isaac gestures to his chest. Hazel is confused.
How do you even know that?
I'm blind but I'm not that blind.
They turn to him.
Do you happen to have four dollars?
No one knows what that means. CUT TO:
INT HAZEL'S CAR - LATER
Gus is in the passenger's seat. Isaac sits in the back. Hazel
returns to the car. With a CARTON OF EGGS.
Ok now what?
Gus smiles. CUT TO:
EXT SUBURBAN STREET - MOMENTS LATER
Hazel, Gus, and Isaac lean against Hazel's car staring
Is it there?
Oh it's there.
REVEAL they're looking at Monica's green Firebird.
She's in the house?
Who cares where she is? This is not
about her. This is about you.
(sticks out his hand)
Hazel nods, opens the egg carton, hands Gus an egg. Gus puts
it in Isaac's hands. Positions Isaac - who, of course, can't
see a thing - towards the Firebird.
Isaac winds up and tosses the EGG.
It misses the car by a mile. After a beat:
I didn't hear anything.
A little to the left.
My throw was to the left or I
should aim to the left?
Isaac turns his shoulders.
Isaac turns some more.
Yes! Excellent! And throw hard.
Gus hands him a SECOND EGG. Isaac winds up and hurls it -
missing the car again but hitting the HOUSE.
No you missed it by like 20 feet.
(hands him a THIRD)
Try one more time.
Isaac hurls it, this time smashing the car's taillight.
Isaac's face lights up.
Isaac grabs for ANOTHER EGG. Throws it. Then ANOTHER. He's a
throwing machine. Most of them miss but at least he's
enjoying himself. Finally there's a DIRECT HIT on the car
door, triggering the alarm. Isaac pauses.
Keep throwing, keep throwing!
Isaac does. Gus smiles, putting an unlit cigarette in his
mouth. Hazel watches him, enjoying this moment.
Eventually, MONICA'S MOM opens the front door and comes out.
What in God's name --
Seeing Hazel, Gus, and Isaac, she stops in her tracks.
Are you Monica's mom?
Hello ma'am. Your daughter has done
an injustice and we've come here
seeking revenge. We may not look
like much. Between the three of us,
we have five legs, four eyes, and
two and a half working lungs.
But we also have two dozen eggs. So
If I was you, I would go back
Monica's Mom is very confused. A beat. Without another word,
she turns and goes back inside. The three of them celebrate.
As Isaac picks up where he left off, Hazel gently kisses Gus
on the cheek. And over we hear:
A few days later, Gus landed in the
hospital with chest pains.
INT HOSPITAL - WAITING ROOM - DAY
Hazel bounds in to find Mrs. Waters in the waiting room. She
stands to hug Hazel. They both sit down.
How's he doing?
He's had a tough night, Hazel. His
blood pressure's low. His heart --
Mrs. Waters starts to cry.
What about the chemo?
(shakes her head)
They're gonna stop the chemo.
They both know what that means. Mrs. Waters gathers herself.
Can I see him?
We have to be a family now.
Hazel nods. She understands.
We'll tell him you were here.
If you don't mind, I'll just hang
for a while.
Mrs. Waters nods, hugs her again, walks out through the heavy
doors towards Gus's room. Hazel sits in the chair. Same chair
Gus sat in while waiting for her. They've switched places.
EXT INDIANAPOLIS MUSEUM OF ART - DAY
Hazel pushes Gus, now confined to a WHEELCHAIR, to their spot
on the hill overlooking "Funky Bones." A second picnic, this
time with champagne. Hazel pours some for them both into
little Winnie the Pooh cups. She's trying to be upbeat - but
it's difficult. Gus watches the kids play on the bones.
What are you thinking about?
I know it's kid's stuff but... I
always thought I'd have a grand
story to tell, you know? Something
that would run in all the papers. I
always thought I was special.
Yeah but... you know what I mean.
Hazel, annoyed finishes her cup, tosses it to the side. Gus
can tell he's said something wrong.
I do know what you mean, I just...
I don't agree.
Hazel stands up, anger building.
This obsession with being
Don't get mad --
But I am mad!
I think you're special, is that not
You think the only way to live a
meaningful life is for everyone to
love you, for everyone to remember
you. Well guess what, Gus, this is
your life. This is all you get. You
get me, and your family, and this
world. And if that's not enough,
well I'm sorry, but it's not
nothing. Cause I'll remember you,
I'll love you --
You're right --
And I just wish... I just wish
you'd be happy with that.
You're right. I'm sorry.
(pulling her back down)
Gus hands Hazel another Winnie the Pooh cup. Raises his to
hers in a toast.
It's a good life, Hazel Grace.
She softens. They toast.
It's not over yet, you know.
Gus nods. Of course it isn't. And yet they both know there
isn't much time. CUT TO:
INT HAZEL'S BEDROOM - ANOTHER NIGHT
Hazel is asleep. Suddenly, her phone buzzes. She looks at it -
"Gus" - then she looks at the clock - 2:35am. A pit grows in
her stomach. A quick panicked beat before she answers:
Oh, thank God. Hi. Hi, I love you!
I'm at the gas station --
Something's wrong. You gotta...
please come help me.
INT/ EXT HAZEL'S CAR - MOMENTS LATER
Hazel drives like a maniac down the street, eventually
finding herself at the Speedway gas station.
Gus's car is alone in the parking lot and she pulls up next
to it. She gets out of her car, opens his driver's side door,
and finds him sitting there, his shirt stained with vomit and
blood. She gags from the smell.
Hazel looks down at his hands which are pressed tightly to
his belly. She sees something is leaking from the TUBE
sticking out of it.
Oh, God, Augustus, I'm calling 911.
No! Please! Hazel, listen to me. Do
not call 911 or my parents -- I'll
never forgive you -- Don't, please.
Gus starts to cry.
Please just look at it.
Hazel lifts up his shirt. His ABDOMEN is bright red.
I think it's infected...
Hazel feels his forehead, he's burning up.
Gus, what the -- why are you here?
Why aren't you home?
Gus throws up. He doesn't even have the energy to turn his
mouth away from his lap.
I wanted to buy some cigarettes. I
lost my pack. Or they took it.
I don't know. They said they'd get
me another one but I wanted... to
do it myself. Do one little thing
Hazel doesn't know what to do.
I can't fix this. I have to call
someone. I'm sorry.
No, Hazel, please!
But she must. She gets out her cell phone and dials. At which
point, Gus really loses it, weeping like the poisoned, dying
teenage boy that he is. As Hazel dials, we hear:
I wish I could say Augustus Waters
kept his sense of humor till the
end, did not for a moment waiver in
his courage and his spirit soared
like an eagle to the sky...
(to himself, shaking)
I hate myself I hate myself I hate
this I hate this...
...but that is not what happened.
LATER. An EMT loads Gus into the back of an AMBULANCE. Hazel
is allowed to ride with him in the back. As the car starts
moving, Gus grabs her hand.
Read me something.
Read you something?
Do you know any poems?
I know one.
Read it to me.
"The Red Wheelbarrow" by William
(beat, tries to remember)
"So much depends / upon / a red
wheel / barrow / glazed with rain /
water / beside the white /
Is that it?
That is it. But there's another ten minutes of driving to do.
Hazel thinks fast.
No of course not. Um... what
so much depends/ upon a blue sky/
cut open by the branches/ of the
trees./ So much depends/ on the
transparent G-tube/ erupting from
the belly/ of the blue-lipped boy.
Gus smiles, weakly, barely conscious. Hazel cradles his head
in her arms. And continues...
So much depends upon this observer/
of the universe...
As Gus is drifting off to sleep, WE HEAR:
One of the less bull-shitty
conventions of the cancer genre is
the convention known as the "Last
EXT GUS'S HOUSE - ANOTHER DAY
Gus comes home from the hospital. He does not look good - but
he lives. Hazel is there to help get him inside.
INT GUS'S HOUSE - ANOTHER DAY
Gus no longer sleeps in his basement. Nor does he sleep in
his own bed. He sleeps in a HOSPITAL BED set up in a guest
room. Hazel is with him. They're watching sports on TV.
This is where the victim of cancer
finds himself unexpectedly with
EXT GUS'S BACKYARD PORCH - ANOTHER DAY
Hazel and Gus getting some fresh air. She sits there reading
a book. Gus just sits there. His eyes staring off into
nothing. Hazel waves to him. Gus looks over, as if waking
from a dream. She manages a smile. He manages one back.
... when it seems like the
inexorable decline has suddenly
plateaued, when the pain is for a
INT HAZEL'S DINING ROOM - ANOTHER DAY
Hazel sits at dinner with her parents. She is barely touching
The problem, of course, is that
there's no way of knowing that your
last good day is your "Last Good
Day." At the time, it's just
another decent day.
The phone buzzes and Hazel answers it.
Good evening, Hazel Grace.
His voice is strong today, and Hazel is happy to hear it.
Quick question for you. Did you
ever write that eulogy I asked you
I may have...
Excellent. Do you think you could
find yourself at the Literal Heart
of Jesus in 20 minutes.
Um... sure. Is everything --
I love you Hazel.
The call ends. Hazel, confused, stands to go.
I gotta go.
Finish eating first.
I can't, I have to meet Gus.
You haven't eaten a thing.
I'm not hungry.
You can't not eat, Hazel.
I am aggressively unhungry, ok?
I have to go.
Hazel, listen to your mother.
Hazel tries to push past her but Frannie grabs her shoulders.
You have to eat, Hazel. You're not
gonna starve yourself to death just
because Gus is sick. You have to
stay healthy --
I can't! I can't stay healthy
because I'm not healthy, Mom. I am
dying. I am going to die and leave
you here alone and you won't have
me to hover around and you won't be
a mother anymore, and I'm sorry,
but I can't do anything about it,
ok?! Just leave me alone!
Upon seeing her mother's face change, Hazel immediately
You heard me?
Frannie has tears in her eyes. Hazel looks away, feeling
You heard me say that to your
Frannie sits down on the couch with her daughter.
Oh god, sweetie. I'm sorry. I was
wrong, ok? It wasn't true. It's not
something I believe.
Michael sits across from them.
As long as either of us is alive, I
will be your mother. Even if you
die, I --
Even when you die, I will still be
your mother. I will always be your
By now Michael is crying too. They all are.
I worry that you won't have a life.
That you'll sit around all day with
no me to look after and stare at
the walls and be miserable or off
yourselves or something.
We're not gonna off ourselves. It's
gonna hurt like hell to lose you
Hazel. You of all people know it's
possible to live with pain.
She takes that in. It rings true to her. Hazel nods.
I don't just sit around, you know.
Hazel is confused. Frannie looks at Michael like, "should I
say something?" She goes for it.
I'm taking some classes. Online. To
get my master's in social work.
Hazel is stunned.
So when you're waiting for me
outside Support Group or whatever,
you're always --
Working or reading. If I get my
MSW, I can council families in
crisis or lead groups dealing with
Why didn't you tell me?
Frannie and Michael don't quite know what to say.
We didn't want you to feel
Are you kidding? Mom, this is
awesome! This is fantastic! Oh my
Hazel grabs her Mom for a hug.
I'm so excited! You're gonna be so
Thank you. That means everything to
Mom and Daughter hug. And when it's over:
I'd still really like you to eat.
I know Mom. And I will. I promise.
But right now... I really gotta go.
INT CHURCH - LATER
Hazel enters the Literal Heart of Jesus room which is now
empty except for Isaac, up on a dais, and Gus, in his
wheelchair. Gus is thinner than we've ever seen him, thinner
than any young man should be. But for now, he's happy.
Hazel Grace, you look ravishing.
I know, right?
So, um, what's going on guys?
Late for what exactly?
Gus gestures for her to sit next to him and she does.
I wanted to attend my funeral. By
the way, will you speak at my
Hazel looks at him like "of course, silly" and then kisses
him on the mouth.
Sweet. I'm hopeful I'll get to
attend as a ghost, but just to make
sure, I thought I'd - well, not to
put you on the spot, but I thought
I'd arrange a pre-funeral.
No time like the present.
(looks around the room)
How did you even get in here?
Would you believe they leave the
door open at night?
As well you shouldn't.
He smiles and for a brief moment it's old Gus. Hazel laughs.
Isaac clears his throat.
"Augustus Waters was a self-
aggrandizing bastard. But we
forgive him. We forgive him... not
because he had a heart as
figuratively good as his actual one
sucked, or because he got 18 years
when he should have gotten more."
I'm assuming you've got some time,
you interrupting bastard! I mean
(back to the speech)
"Augustus Waters talked so much
that he'd interrupt you at his own
funeral. And he was pretentious.
Sweet Jesus that kid never took a
piss without pondering the
resonances of human waste
production. And he was vain. But
that comes with superhuman
Gus nods - that part is true.
"But I will say this: when the
scientists of the future show up at
my house with robot eyes and they
tell me to try them on, I will tell
the scientists to piss off, because
I don't even want to see a world
without Augustus Waters."
Hazel smiles - but it's one that triggers an immediate
"And then, of course, having made
my rhetorical point, I will put my
robot eyes on because, I mean...
Gus has a big smile on his face.
"So anyway, Augustus, my friend...
Gus nods a couple times.
Thank you Isaac.
This causes Isaac to lose it. He clings to the lectern.
Goddamn it, Gus.
Hey don't swear in the Literal
Heart of Jesus.
Shit! Ass! Balls!
Isaac sighs. Wipes away the tears. And another beat passes.
Can I get a hand here, Hazel?
Hazel remembers Isaac can't see. She rises, goes up to get
him, walks him back to her seat.
Hazel Grace, it's down to you.
Hazel takes out a piece of paper, walks up to the dais. Takes
a beat to ready herself.
"Augustus Waters was the great star-
crossed love of my life. Ours was
an epic love story, and I won't be
able to get more than a sentence
into it without disappearing into a
puddle of tears.
Like all real love stories - ours
will die with us, as it should. I'd
hoped that he'd be eulogizing me,
because there's no one I'd rather
And that's all she can get out before falling apart. She lets
it out for a couple beats and then pulls herself together.
(beat, composing herself)
"I can't talk about our love story
so instead I will talk about math.
I am not a mathematician, but I
know this: there are infinite
numbers between 0 and 1. There's .1
And .12 And .112 And an infinite
collection of others. Of course,
there is a bigger infinite set of
numbers between 0 and 2, or between
0 and a million. Some infinities
are bigger than other infinities. A
writer we used to like taught us
that. I want more numbers than I'm
likely to get, and God, I want more
numbers for Augustus Waters than he
got. But, Gus, my love, I cannot
tell you how thankful I am for our
little infinity. You gave me a
forever within the numbered days,
and for that I am eternally
grateful. I love you."
Gus smiles, nods, and closes his eyes. CUT TO:
Over which we hear a RINGING TELEPHONE.
INT HAZEL'S BEDROOM - NIGHT
Hazel turns on the LIGHT by her bed. Her HOUSE PHONE is
ringing and it's 4am.
She knows instantly.
Augustus Waters died eight days
later in the ICU...
Hazel's head falls into her chest.
... when the cancer, which was made
of him, stopped his heart, which
was also made of him.
Her bedroom door opens. It's Frannie and Michael. This only
confirms her worst fears. She starts to cry. Her parents
embrace her in the bed.
It was unbearable. The whole thing.
Every second worse than the last.
EXT HAZEL'S HOUSE - DRIVEWAY - SAME
Hazel sits in the car in the dark. She's blaring the loudest
music she can possibly blare - a means of drowning out the
horrors of the world. Over which we hear this:
One of the first things they ask
you in the ER is to rate your pain
on a scale from 1 to 10. I'd been
asked this question hundreds of
times and I remember once, early
on, when I couldn't catch my breath
and it felt like my chest was on
fire, and the nurse asked me to
rate the pain and though I couldn't
speak, I held up 9 fingers.
The loud music isn't protecting Hazel as well as she hoped.
She falls apart nonetheless.
Later on, when I'd been feeling
better, the nurse came in and she
called me a fighter. "You know how
I know," she said. "Because you
called a ten a nine."
INT HAZEL'S BEDROOM - ANOTHER MORNING
Hazel puts on her funeral dress. She looks in the mirror.
But that wasn't the truth. The
reason I called it a nine was... I
was saving my ten.
INT CHURCH - DAY
The place is filled today with mourners for Augustus Waters.
Hazel comes in with her parents and stands in the back,
watching people she's never seen before approach the Waters
family and extend their deepest condolences.
And this was it. The great and
When Mr. and Mrs. Waters see Hazel, they open their arms.
He loved you so much.
Hazel nods. Hugs them back.
He loved you so much too.
More MOURNERS approach the family, leaving Hazel stranded in
the receiving line. Her eyes turn towards the COFFIN. She's
not entirely sure she wants to go there but she takes a deep
breath, wills herself to walk towards it.
Gus is there in the same suit he wore to Oranjee.
Immediately, Hazel breaks down. And immediately, she catches
It's ok, you hear me? It's ok.
She leans forward and kisses his cheek. She looks around.
Once in the clear, she pulls out a hard pack of Camel Lights
and sticks them in the space between Gus and the lining of
the coffin. A MINISTER approaches at that moment.
I think we're ready to begin.
Hazel nods and walks back to her parents, taking her seat in
the middle of the room.
Augustus Waters fought hard for
many years. His battle was a
courageous one and his strength was
a source of inspiration for each
and every one of us...
Hazel frowns. This is all such bullshit. And she hears:
What a load of shit, eh kid?
Hazel recognizes that voice. But it doesn't make sense. She
turns around and, sure enough, it's Peter Van Houten.
Let us pray.
Everyone clasps their hands, closes their eyes. Hazel keeps
staring at Van Houten, too shocked to do a thing.
We need to fake pray now.
Van Houten bows his head. Hazel, still stunned, slowly turns
back to the Minister, trying to make sense of this unexpected
Now I call on Augustus's close
friend Isaac to say a few words.
Isaac stands, walks up to the podium with someone's help.
Hazel sneaks one more look at Van Houten. Yup, it's really
him. That makes no sense to her. Isaac starts to speak.
Of all the things I've lost in my
life, this hurts the most.
And Isaac stops talking. It's unclear if that was the end or
if he just can't go on. He returns to his seat. The Minister
walks back up.
And now we'll hear from Gus's...
special friend Hazel Lancaster.
Hazel stands, walks up to the podium. A few titters in the
room at the words "special friend."
I was his girlfriend.
Some laughter from the crowd. She takes out her notes.
There's a beautiful quote in Gus's
home that reads "if you want the
rainbow, you gotta deal with the
Hazel continues to speak but we over it, WE HEAR instead:
I didn't believe a word, of course.
But that was ok. Funerals, I'd
decided, aren't for the dead.
They're for the living.
Gus's Parents, arm in arm, nod along with every word. CUT TO:
EXT CEMETARY - DAY
Everyone is watching Gus's body be lowered into the ground.
Everyone but Hazel. She looks off into the distance.
Off to the side, we see Van Houten, also not watching the
burial. He's watching Hazel. CUT TO:
LATER. Ceremony over, we see Hazel with her parents.
I'll be fine.
Are you sure? We can drive you --
No, I'd... I'd like to be alone for
Hazel hugs Mom and Dad, walks alone towards the parking lot.
As she gets to the car, Van Houten approaches.
Could I hitch a ride?
Hazel doesn't want to help this man.
Just to the bottom of the hill.
Hazel exhales. Fine. Once they're both in the car:
How did you even --
And you just... bought a ticket?
The drinks are free drinks in First
Van Houten removes a FLASK from his coat pocket. Takes a
swig. Hazel shakes her head in disgust. Starts driving.
Omnis Cellula e cellula.
Hazel ignores him.
Your boy Waters and I corresponded
quite a bit in his last --
You read your fan mail now?
I would hardly call him a fan. He
despised me. But he was quite
insistent I attend his funeral and
tell you what became of Anna and
her mother. So here I am and that's
your answer: omnis cellula e
I'm so not in the mood --
"Life comes from life."
Goodbye Mr. Van Houten.
You don't want an explanation?
Nope. Thanks though. Have a great
You remind me of her.
I remind a lot of people of a lot
She was eight, my daughter. She
suffered... beautifully. For so
Hazel starts to understand Van Houten - and softens.
She had leukemia? Like Anna?
Just like her, yes.
Were you married then?
Not when she died, no. I was
insufferable long before Anna, my
dear. Grief doesn't change you,
Hazel, it reveals you.
Hazel takes that in.
Well I'm sorry for your loss.
And I'm sorry for yours. I'm sorry
for everything, for being so rude
to you two, for ruining your trip --
You didn't ruin our trip, you
asshole. We had an awesome trip.
Hazel, I'm trying. I'm trying! You
asked me to tell you what happens
and I wish I could do that. I wish
that I could. But I can't. No one
can. No one knows, Hazel. They
don't talk to us. Unless...
Van Houten takes out a typed piece of paper. He hands it to
Hazel who grabs it - and immediately crumples it into a ball.
You think I care about that? I
don't give a shit, Van Houten.
Hazel throws the piece of paper at Van Houten.
You're a drunk and a jerk and a
failure. And I'd like you to get
out of my car right now so I can go
home and grieve.
Get out of the car!
Van Houten knows he's too late. He does as he's told,
stepping out of the car onto the side of the road. He stands
there as Hazel peels out.
In the rearview mirror, she sees him raise the FLASK, as if
toasting her. She blinks away some tears and drives. CUT TO:
INT HAZEL'S LIVING ROOM - DAY
Hazel lies in front of the TV. "Top Model" is playing but
she's lost in her own world. Tears fall from her eyes and she
can't do anything to stop it. Hazel gets up.
INT BATHROOM - CONTINUOUS
Hazel sits against the tub on the floor and weeps. Soon
there's a knock.
Can I come in?
Hazel leans over and unlocks the door. Michael kneels down
next to her, putting her head on his shoulder.
Hazel presses her face into his shirt and cries some more.
Michael squeezes her tightly. And this time, he doesn't cry.
I'm so so sorry.
It was a privilege to love him,
though, wasn't it?
Hazel nods into his shirt. Then looks up at her Dad.
Gives you an idea how we feel about
Michael smiles at Hazel. And he doesn't cry. Hazel draws
strength from him.
EXT ISAAC'S HOUSE - NIGHT
Hazel and Isaac have climbed through his open bedroom window.
They sit on the roof.
Do you know if it hurt or whatever?
He was really fighting for breath,
I guess. He eventually went
unconscious, but it seems like,
yeah, it wasn't great or anything.
It just seems so impossible.
Happens all the time.
Are you angry?
(a few beats)
Gus really loved you, you know.
He wouldn't shut up about it.
It was annoying.
I didn't find it that annoying.
They sit there in silence a few beats.
Did you read the note or whatever
from your author friend?
He is not my friend and -- how do
you know about that?
We talked at the cemetery. Said he
came all this way to give you that.
Yeah well I'm over it. I never want
to read another word of that
Yeah but he didn't write it - Gus
That's what he said. Gus had
written something, sent it to Van
Hazel sits up. Her heart is racing.
I... I have to go. I... Are you...?
I do it all the time. Go.
As quickly as possible Hazel leaves. Isaac stays behind,
enjoying the cool night. A new day is coming.
INT/ EXT HAZEL'S CAR - DAY
Hazel is inside the car, rummaging crazily through the trash
in an effort to find what Van Houten gave her. She's about to
give up when she sees it - crumpled up into a ball beneath
the passenger's seat. She reaches under, pulls it up, and
unwraps it. As she reads, WE HEAR:
Mr. Van Houten, I'm a good person
but a shitty writer. You're a
shitty person but a good writer.
We'd make a good team. I don't want
to ask you any favors but if you
have the time, and from what I saw
you have plenty, please fix this
for me. It's a eulogy for Hazel.
Hazel is overcome with emotion.
She asked me to write one and I'm
trying, I just, I could use a
little flair. See the thing is...
we all want to be remembered.
She smiles to herself, remembering:
- That first time Gus and Hazel ran into each other.
- The staring contest in Support Group.
We all want to leave a mark.
- Driving (badly) in Gus's car.
- Their first kiss at the picnic by "Funky Bones."
But not Hazel. Hazel is different.
Hazel knows the truth. She didn't
want a million admirers, she just
wanted one. And she got it. Maybe
she wasn't loved widely but she was
loved deeply. And isn't that more
than most of us get?
- And BACK TO HAZEL reading the letter, tears in her eyes.
When Hazel was sick, I knew I was
dying. But I didn't want to say so.
INT ICU - FLASHBACK
Gus stealthily sneaks into Hazel's single room in the ICU.
She sleeps. He kneels by her side.
She was in ICU and I snuck in for
ten minutes and sat with her before
I got caught. Her eyes were closed,
her lungs were intubated...
Gus takes her hand and holds it.
... but her hands were still her
hands, still warm, and the nails
painted this dark blue back color
and I just held her hands and I
willed myself to imagine a world
without us and what a worthless
world that would be.
- AND BACK TO HAZEL reading the letter. She never knew that
story, never knew he was there. CUT TO:
EXT HAZEL'S HOUSE - BACKYARD - LATER
Hazel walks out to the grass behind her house, the oxygen
tank dragging behind her. She lays down on the grass and
looks up at the stars - the same IMAGE that opened the movie.
She's so beautiful. You don't get
tired of looking at her. You never
worry if she's smarter than you
cause you know she is. She's funny
without ever being mean.
- The magical dinner at Oranjee.
- The bench in which they sat overlooking the water.
- The passionate kiss in Anne Frank's house.
- Falling onto the bed together.
[All of these are images we saw at the beginning of the
movie, only now, we SEE the oxygen tank, we SEE Gus's leg, we
SEE the fumbling and the difficulties etc. They don't make
these images less beautiful. They make them twice as
beautiful - because they're real.]
I love her, god I love her. I'm so
lucky to love her, Van Houten.
GUS'S VOICE (CONT'D)
You don't get to choose if you get
hurt in this world but you do have
a say in who hurts you.
- AND BACK ON Hazel in the grass. She holds the letter to her
chest. A single tear falls onto her cheeks.
I like my choices. I hope she likes
Hazel CLOSES HER EYES.
Ok, Hazel Grace?
A beat. Another.
Hazel OPENS HER EYES. And she says to the universe: