The Fault in Our Stars Page #9

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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.

HAZEL (V.O.)

"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

FOLLOWING:
"

- In his kitchen, laughing, trying to make omelettes.

HAZEL (V.O.)

"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

Anna's friends?

- Watching TV. Their bodies almost touching. But not quite.

HAZEL (V.O.)

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.

HAZEL:

"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.

HAZEL:

(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."

GUS:

Not bad.

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HAZEL:

You think?

GUS:

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.

HAZEL:

Is it really almost 1?

GUS:

Guess so.

HAZEL:

I gotta get to sleep.

GUS:

Ok...

HAZEL:

Ok...

Neither one of them want to hang up the phone.

GUS:

Ok...

HAZEL:

Ok...

They both laugh at this.

GUS:

Perhaps "ok" will be our "always."

Hazel smiles.

HAZEL:

Ok.

GUS:

Ok.

HAZEL:

Ok.

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.

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ISAAC:

She hasn't even visited. Fourteen

months we were together. What kind

of person...

ISAAC'S NURSE

You'll get over her Isaac. Just

takes a little time. You'll see.

The Nurse exits the room.

ISAAC:

Is she gone?

HAZEL:

Yeah.

ISAAC:

Did she really just say "you'll

see?"

HAZEL:

(shakes her head)

Qualities of a Good Nurse. Go.

ISAAC:

Doesn't pun your disability.

HAZEL:

Gets blood on the first try.

ISAAC:

That is huge. I mean, seriously, is

this my freakin' arm or a

dartboard? Three - no condescending

voice.

HAZEL:

(lays it on thick)

"I'm gonna stab you with this

needle now, so there might be a

little ouchie."

They laugh and then lapse into silence for a moment.

HAZEL:

You doing alright, Isaac?

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

crazy.

HAZEL:

It's a little crazy.

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ISAAC:

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.

ISAAC:

Gus was here earlier.

HAZEL:

(trying to be nonchalant)

Was he?

Isaac exhales as the pain pump starts to kick in.

ISAAC:

Mmm... that's better.

HAZEL:

The pain?

(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!

HAZEL:

Holy sh*t!

(READING ALOUD)

"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:

HAZEL:

"Should ever you find yourself in

Amsterdam, do pay a visit at your

leisure. Yours most sincerely,

Peter Van Houten" Son of a - WHAT

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