The Fault in Our Stars Page #17

(TO GUS)

Looking sharp.

GUS:

Thank you ma'am.

A few beats later Hazel emerges from the bathroom. She wears

a knee-length, pale blue SUNDRESS. And she looks...

GUS:

Wow.

HAZEL:

I...

(BEAT)

Am I under-dressed?

GUS:

You look gorgeous.

Gus offers Hazel his arm. She takes it. They're ready to go.

64.

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.

HOSTESS:

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.

HOSTESS:

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.

GUS:

Ok.

Hazel raises hers.

HAZEL:

Ok.

They clink glasses and sip.

HAZEL:

Wow that's good.

WAITER:

Do you know what Dom Perignon said

after he invented champagne?

(BEAT)

`Come quickly,' he said. `I am

tasting the stars!'

Hazel and Gus smile.

WAITER:

Welcome to Oranjee. Would you like

a menu or will you have the chef's

choice?

Gus looks at Hazel. She shrugs.

65.

GUS:

The chef's choice sounds lovely.

(the Waiter nods)

And can we get more of this?

WAITER:

We have bottled all the stars for

you this evening, my young friends.

The Waiter leaves. Hazel and Gus look at each other.

GUS:

Thank you for coming to Amsterdam.

HAZEL:

Thank you for letting me hijack

your wish.

GUS:

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:

WAITER:

Belgian white asparagus with a

lavender infusion.

Hazel takes a bite.

HAZEL:

Oh my god.

GUS:

Yeah?

Gus takes a bite.

HAZEL:

I mean...

GUS:

That is just...

HAZEL:

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.

GUS:

(SHOUTING BACK)

We don't speak Dutch!

ANOTHER LOCAL:

She says, "the beautiful couple is

beautiful!"

66.

Hazel and Gus smile. This night could not be going any better

so far. CUT TO:

LATER. Hazel and Gus enjoying their second courses.

GUS:

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.

HAZEL:

I like your suit.

GUS:

Thanks. First time wearing it.

HAZEL:

That isn't the suit you wear to

funerals?

GUS:

Oh no. That one's not nearly this

nice.

(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.

(BEAT)

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.

HAZEL:

It's your death suit.

GUS:

That's what it is.

HAZEL:

I have one of those. Bought it for

my 15th birthday. Don't think I'd

wear it on a date, though.

GUS:

Are we on a date?

HAZEL:

(c*cks her head)

Watch it.

Gus winks. CUT TO:

LATER. Dessert on the table. As they euphorically eat:

67.

GUS:

God?

HAZEL:

Maybe.

GUS:

Angels?

HAZEL:

Undecided.

GUS:

Afterlife?

HAZEL:

No. Well...

(BEAT)

Maybe I wouldn't go so far as to

say no. I just... I'd like some

evidence.

(GUS NODS)

What do you think?

GUS:

Absolutely.

HAZEL:

Really?

GUS:

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

in something.

Hazel is surprised.

GUS:

Something becomes of us. It has to.

Otherwise what's the point?

HAZEL:

Maybe there is no point.

GUS:

I refuse to accept that.

(BEAT)

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:

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