The Fault in Our Stars Page #24

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91.

GUS (CONT'D)

But we also have two dozen eggs. So

If I was you, I would go back

inside.

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:

HAZEL (V.O.)

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.

HAZEL:

How's he doing?

MRS. WATERS

He's had a tough night, Hazel. His

blood pressure's low. His heart --

Mrs. Waters starts to cry.

HAZEL:

What about the chemo?

MRS. WATERS

(shakes her head)

They're gonna stop the chemo.

They both know what that means. Mrs. Waters gathers herself.

HAZEL:

Can I see him?

MRS. WATERS

(BEAT)

We have to be a family now.

Hazel nods. She understands.

MRS. WATERS

We'll tell him you were here.

HAZEL:

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.

92.

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.

HAZEL:

What are you thinking about?

GUS:

Oblivion.

HAZEL:

Augustus...

GUS:

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.

HAZEL:

You are.

GUS:

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.

GUS:

What?

HAZEL:

I do know what you mean, I just...

I don't agree.

Hazel stands up, anger building.

HAZEL:

This obsession with being

REMEMBERED --

GUS:

Don't get mad --

HAZEL:

But I am mad!

(BEAT)

I think you're special, is that not

enough?

GUS:

HAZEL --

93.

HAZEL:

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 --

GUS:

You're right --

HAZEL:

And I just wish... I just wish

you'd be happy with that.

GUS:

You're right. I'm sorry.

(pulling her back down)

I'm sorry.

Gus hands Hazel another Winnie the Pooh cup. Raises his to

hers in a toast.

GUS:

It's a good life, Hazel Grace.

She softens. They toast.

HAZEL:

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:

HAZEL:

Hello?

GUS (O.S.)

(WEAKLY)

Hazel Grace.

HAZEL:

(RELIEVED)

Oh, thank God. Hi. Hi, I love you!

GUS (O.S.)

I'm at the gas station --

94.

HAZEL:

What?

GUS (O.S.)

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.

GUS:

(MUMBLING)

Hi.

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.

HAZEL:

(PANICKED)

Oh, God, Augustus, I'm calling 911.

GUS:

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.

GUS:

Please just look at it.

Hazel lifts up his shirt. His ABDOMEN is bright red.

HAZEL:

I think it's infected...

Hazel feels his forehead, he's burning up.

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