Starring: Shailene Woodley, Ansel Elgort, Nat Wolff, Laura Dern, Sam Trammell, Mike Birbigli, Lotte Verbeek, Willem Dafoe, Milica Govich, David Whalen, Ana Dela Cruz, Emily Peachey, Emily Bach, Randy Kovitz
OUR RATING: ★★★★☆
Romance drama directed by Josh Boone, based on the novel of the same name by John Green. The story follows teenager Hazel Grace Lancaster (Shailene Woodley), with terminal lung cancer who is then saved by an experimental treatment. Fearing that Hazel is suffering from depression she is pressured by her parents, Frannie and Michael (Laura Dern and Nat Wolf), to join a support group for young cancer patients where she meets cancer survivor Augustus Waters (Ansel Elgort). As Hazel and Augustus strike up a fast friendship they soon find themselves falling in love and planning to love each other forever when ultimately time catches up with them.
Our Favorite Quotes:
Best Quotes (Total Quotes: 121)
[first lines; Hazel is lying in the grass staring up at the stars]
Hazel: [voice over] I believe we have a choice in this world, about how to tell sad stories. On the one hand, you can sugar coat it, the way they do in movies and romance novels where beautiful people learn beautiful lessons and nothing is too messed up that can’t be fixed with an apology and a Peter Gabriel song. I like that way as much as the next girl, believe me. It’s just not the truth.
[Hazel closes her eyes]
Hazel: [voice over] This is the truth. Sorry.
[Hazel is sat in a doctor’s office with an oxygen tube in her nostrils]
Hazel: [voice over] Late in the Winter of my seventeenth year, my mother decided that I was depressed.
[Hazel’s mother, Frannie, is talking to the doctor]
Frannie: She eats like a bird. She barely leaves the house…
Hazel: I am not depressed, Mom.
Frannie: She’s reading the same book over and over.
Dr. Maria: She’s depressed.
Hazel: I’m not depressed!
[Hazel is sat in the mall with Frannie, she watches group of teenage girls talking and laughing]
Hazel: [voice over] The booklets and the web sites always list depression as a side effect of cancer. Depression’s not a side effect of cancer, it’s a side effect of dying. Which is what was happening to me.
[Hazel is lying on her couch at home watching TV when Frannie brings her a tray of food and medicine, next Hazel is sat in a coffee shop reading the book “An Imperial Affliction” by Peter Van Houten when she notices a young couple holding each other and laughing she glances back at the page in her book an looks at the words that have been circled “Pain demands to be felt”]
[back at the doctor’s office]
Dr. Maria: I may switch you to Zoloft. Or Lexapro. And twice a day instead of once.
Hazel: Why stop there?
Dr. Maria: Hmm?
Hazel: Really, just keep them coming. I’m like the Keith Richards of cancer kids.
Dr. Maria: Have you been going to that support group I suggested?
Hazel: Yeah, it’s not my thing.
Dr. Maria: Support group’s going to be a great way for you to connect with people who are…
Hazel: Who are what?
Dr. Maria: On the same journey.
Hazel: “Journey?” Really?
Dr. Maria: Give it a chance. Who knows? You might even find it enlightening.
[Hazel attends a cancer support group where the person running it just finishes playing the guitar]
Patrick: Alright. You guys ready? We are gathered here today, literally, in the heart of Jesus.
[he kneels down on a massive rug of Jesus]
Patrick: We’re here with JC.
[Hazel tries to hide her smile]
Patrick: Who wants to share their story with the group.
[a girl stands]
Angel: I’m Angel. I have acute myeloid leukemia.
[a boys stands]
Sid: Sid. Acute lymphoblastic leukemia.
[another boy stands]
PJ: Hi. I’m PJ. Um, I have neuroblastoma.
Patrick: I’m Patrick. Testicular.
Hazel: [voice over] I’ll spare you the gory details of Patrick’s ball cancer. Basically, they found it in his nuts, they cut most of it out and he almost died, but he didn’t die. So now here he is, divorced, friendless, living on his parent’s couch, 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.
Patrick: Who’s next?
[no response so he looks across at Hazel]
[Hazel reluctantly stands]
Hazel: Um, I’m Hazel. Uh, thyroid originally but now with quite the impressive satellite colony in my lungs.
Patrick: And and how are you doing?
[to herself as she looks at Patrick thinking of how reply]
Hazel: [voice over] Uh, you mean besides the terminal cancer?
[replying out loud]
Hazel: Alright, I guess.
Patrick: We’re here for you, Hazel.
[Hazel sits back down]
Patrick: Why don’t I play another song?
[Patrick starts playing his guitar and singing]
Patrick: [singing] Christ is our friend and he’ll be there until the end. Christ is our friend and he’ll be there until the end. Rise, rise, rise…
[Hazel looks over to one of the group members, Isaac and he smiles at her as they listen to Patrick sing]
[Hazel leaves the support group building and sees Frannie waiting for her in the parking lot sat in her car, she walks over to the car]
Frannie: Hey, sweet pea.
[Hazel gets into the car]
Frannie: So? Was is awesome?
[Hazel looks at Frannie like she’s crazy]
Frannie: “Yeah, Mom! It was awesome!!
[Frannie drives off]
Hazel: [voice over] And that was my life. Reality shows, doctor’s appointments, eight prescription drugs, three times a day. But worse worse worst of all, support group.
[Hazel is sat in the kitchen while her parents are making breakfast]
Hazel: You cannot make me.
Michael: Of course we can, we’re your parents.
Frannie: Come on, we’ve been through this. You need to go, you need to make friends and be a teenager.
Hazel: Mom, if you want me to be a teenager you don’t send me to support group. You got to, like, get me a fake ID so that I can go clubs and drink gimlets and take pot.
Michael: Uh, you don’t take pot.
Hazel: Okay, well that is the kind of thing I would know with a fake ID.
Frannie: Will you just get in the car, please.
[Hazel mock stabs herself in the stomach]
Hazel: [voice over] And so I went. Not because I wanted to or because I thought it would help me. But for the same reason I did anything these days to make my parents happy.
[Frannie drives Hazel to the support group and parks in the parking lot]
Hazel: I really don’t understand why I can’t just drive myself. It’s not like you’re going to do anything, you’ll just sit here and wait again.
Frannie: Of course I’m not. No, I’m, I got stuff to do. I’m going to do errands.
[Hazel prepares to get out of the car]
Frannie: I love you.
Hazel: I love you too.
Frannie: Have fun.
[Hazel steps out of the car carrying her oxygen tank behind her as she walks over to the entrance]
Hazel: [voice over] The only thing worse than biting it from cancer, is having a kid bite it from cancer.
[Frannie calls out to her]
Frannie: Hey, make some friends.
[Hazel sighs and walks on]
[inside the support group building Hazel walks towards the elevator and as a the elevator doors are about to close a boy in a wheelchair holds it open for her]
Hazel: Oh, sorry. I’ll take the stairs.
Boy in Elevator: No problem.
Hazel: Thank you.
[as Hazel turns to take the stairs she bumps into Gus]
[Gus smiles at her]
Gus: My bad.
Hazel: I’m sorry.
[Gus turns and walks off, then as he turns to look at Hazel he bumps into the door, smiles in embarrassment and walks off, Hazel smiles to herself]
[as everyone is getting seated for the support group meeting to start Gus watches Hazel and smiles, Hazel catches him watching her and smiling at her, she looks at him self-consciously and holds his gaze]
Patrick: Isaac, I know you’re facing challenges right now. Perhaps you would like to share then with the group? Or maybe your friend here?
Isaac: No, I’ll share.
Isaac: Hey, guys. Uh, hi. Uh, I’m Isaac, I have retinoblastoma. I’ve had surgery on one eye when I was younger, so this is a glass eye and then I’m going to the hospital for another surgery to take out the other eye. Um, so after that surgery I’m just going to be totally blind. But I have a beautiful smoking hot girlfriend to help me, Monica. And, uh, I have great friends like Augustus Waters who helps me out. So that’s what’s up. Thanks.
Patrick: We’re here for you Isaac.
Isaac: Thank you.
[Isaac sits down again]
Patrick: Your turn, Gus.
Gus: Yeah, sure.
Gus: Uh, I’m uh, I’m Augustus Waters. I’m eighteen years old and, um, I had a touch of osteosarcoma about a year and half ago. So I lost this baby as a result.
[he pulls up his right trouser leg to reveal his prosthetic leg]
Gus: And, uh, I’m part cyborg, which is awesome. But really I’m just here at Isaac’s request.
Patrick: And, uh, how are you feeling, Gus?
Gus: I’m grand, yeah. I’m on a roller coaster that only goes up, my friend.
Patrick: Maybe you’d like to share your fears with the group.
Gus: My fears?
[Gus thinks for a moment and looks over to Hazel before replying]
Gus: Yeah, see I intend to live an extraordinary life. To be remembered. So I’d say if I had any fears it would be to not do that.
[to the group after Gus has finishes his speech]
Patrick: Would anyone else in the group like to speak to that?
[Hazel’s hand goes up]
Patrick: Hazel? Unexpected.
Hazel: I just want to say that you know there’s going to come a time when all of us are dead. There was a time before humans, and there’s going to be a time after. It could be tomorrow, could be a million years from now, and when it does there will be no one left to remember Cleopatra, or Muhammad Ali, or Mozart, let alone any of us.
[looking at Gus]
Hazel: Oblivion’s inevitable. And if that scared you, then I suggest you ignore it.
[Gus smiles at her]
Hazel: God knows, it’s what everyone else does.
[as Hazel sits back down Patrick sighs]
Patrick: Well, that’s some good advice.
[Gus continues to smile at Hazel and she looks back at him for a moment]
[after the meeting, Hazel waits for Frannie outside the building and watches Isaac and his girlfriend, Monica, as they make out]
[Gus comes out and stands next to her]
[Hazel turns to look at him]
Gus: I thought we were in a church basement but we’re apparently literally in the heart of Jesus.
Hazel: Oh, yeah.
Gus: What’s your name?
Gus: No, what’s your full name?
Hazel: Hazel Grace Lancaster.
[Gus looks at her and smiles]
Gus: I didn’t say anything.
Hazel: Why are you looking at me like that?
Gus: Because you’re beautiful.
Hazel: Oh, my God.
Gus: I enjoy looking at beautiful people. See I decided a while back not to deny myself the simpler pleasures of existence. Particularly as you so astutely pointed out, we’re all going to die pretty soon.
Hazel: Okay, that’s great, but I am not beautiful.
[just then a young girl walks past them]
Alisa: Hi, Gus.
Gus: Hi, Alisa.
[Hazel’s attention goes back to Isaac and Monica]
Isaac: I like it when you say it.
Monica: I like it when you say it.
Isaac: Okay. Always.
Hazel: What’s with the “always?”
Gus: “Always” is like their thing, like they’ll “always” love each other and whatnot. They’ve probably texted “always” to each other like fourteen million times this year.
[Hazel watches as Isaac kisses Monica and grabs her breast]
Hazel: He’s got to be hurting her boob.
Gus: Let’s go watch a movie.
[she chuckles in surprise]
Hazel: Um, I’m, I’m free later this week, we could…
Gus: No, I mean now.
Hazel: You could be an axe murderer.
Gus: There’s always that possibility.
Gus: Come on Hazel Grace, take a risk.
[Hazel watches in disbelief as Gus reaches into his pocket, takes out a pack of cigarettes and puts one in his mouth]
Hazel: Really?! That is disgusting!
Hazel: What, do you think that that’s cool or something? You just ruined this whole thing.
Gus: The whole thing?
Hazel: Yes! This whole thing!
[Gus watches her reaction with amusement]
Gus: Oh, man.
Hazel: You were doing really well too. God! There’s always a hamartia, isn’t there? And yours is, even though you had freaking cancer, you’re willing to give money to a corporation for the chance to acquire even more cancer? Let me just tell you that not being able to breathe sucks! It totally sucks!
Hazel: It’s a fatal flaw.
Gus: Oh, a fatal…
[holding his unlit cigarette between his fingers]
Gus: Hazel Grace, they don’t actually hurt you unless you light them.
Gus: I never lit one. It’s a metaphor, see? You put the thing that does the killing right between your teeth.
[he puts the cigarette in his mouth]
Gus: But you never give it the power to kill you. A metaphor.
[Hazel smiles at him and at the moment Frannie pulls up]
Frannie: Hi, sweetheart. Is it “Top Model” time?
[Hazel looks at Gus who’s standing there looking cool with the cigarette dangling from his mouth]
Hazel: No, uh, I’ve made plans with Augustus Waters.
[Gus looks at Frannie, raises his hand and waves to her]
[as Gus drives them off he nearly hits another car making Hazel very nervous]
Hazel: Oh, my God.
Gus: Yeah, I failed my test a couple times.
Hazel: You don’t say.
Gus: Actually the fourth time I took the test it was going about how this is going, and when it was over, the instructor looks over at me and she says, “your driving, while unpleasant, is not technically unsafe.”
Hazel: Cancer perk.
Gus: Total cancer perk.
Gus: So, tell me about you.
Hazel: [voice over] Um, I was thirteen when they found it. Pretty much worst case scenario. Thyroid, stage four. Not much they could do, which didn’t stop them, of course. Surgery. Radiation. Chemo. More radiation. All of which worked for a while, but then it stopped working. And then one day my lungs started filling up with water.
[we see flashback to a young Hazel going through the different treatments, then one day as she’s in the hospital she struggles to breath]
Michael: Nurse! We need a nurse right now!
Hazel: [voice over] I couldn’t breathe. No one could get it under control.
[in the flashback her parent stand over young Hazel in ICU]
Frannie: You can let go, sweetie. Don’t be afraid.
Hazel: [voice over] That should have been the end. But then something strange happened. The antibiotics kicked in. They drained the fluid from my lungs. I got some strength back. The next thing I know I found myself in an experimental trial. You know the ones that are famous in the Republic of Cancervania for not working. It’s called Phalanxifor. It didn’t work in over seventy percent of patients, but for some reason it’s been working for me.
Hazel: So they called it “The Miracle.” Of course my lungs still suck at being lungs, but theoretically, they could continue to suck like this for, I don’t know, a while maybe.
Gus: So are you back to school?
Hazel: I got my GED, so I’m taking classes at MCC.
Gus: Woh! A college girl! Well that explains the aura of sophistication.
[just then Gus pulls over into the driveway and knocks over some trash bins]
[Hazel follows Gus through the front door of his house]
Gus: Welcome to my abode.
[as the walk through the hallway Hazel notices a framed plaque with the sign “If you want the rainbow you have to deal with the rain”]
Gus: My folks call them “encouragements.”
[Hazel chuckles as she notices another plaque]
Gus: Don’t ask.
[Gus walks over to the kitchen where his parents are]
Gus: Hi, guys.
Gus’ Dad: Hey.
Gus’ Mom: Augustus, hi. New friend?
Hazel: Yeah. Uh, this is Hazel Grace.
Gus: Hi. Oh, it’s just Hazel.
Gus’ Dad: And how’s it going, Just Hazel?
Gus’ Mom: Hi, Hazel. How are you?
Gus: Yeah, we’re going downstairs. Bye.
Gus’ Dad: Bye.
Hazel: Nice to meet you guys.
Gus’ Dad: Nice to meet you.
Gus’ Mom: Nice to meet you.
[Gus takes Hazel to his basement bedroom]
Gus: This is it. Augustoworld. This is my room.
[Hazel looks around the massive impressive room]
[referring to Gus’s basketball memorabilia and trophies]
Hazel: That’s an impressive collection.
Gus: Yeah, I used to play.
Hazel: Do you mind if I sit down?
Gus: Yeah, make yourself at home. Mi casa es tu casa.
[Hazel sits on the couch and tries to catch her breath, Gus sits next to her]
Hazel: Sorry, the, um, stairs and then standing. It’s, uh…
Gus: Yeah, yeah. I understand. Uh, seriously, you okay?
Hazel: Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Gus: Alright. What’s your story?
Hazel: I already told you. I, um, was diagnosed when I was thirteen…
Gus: No, no, no. Not your cancer story, your real story. Your interests, your hobbies, your passions, your weird fetishes.
Hazel: Weird fetishes?
Gus: Come on, just think of something. The first thing that pops into your head, something you love.
Hazel: “An Imperial Affliction.”
Gus: Okay. What’s that?
Hazel: It’s a novel. It’s my favorite novel.
Gus: Wait, wait, wait. Does it have zombies in it?
Hazel: Zombies? No!
Hazel: No. It’s not that kind of a book.
Gus: Okay, what’s it about?
Hazel: Uh, cancer.
Gus: About cancer?
Hazel: But not like that, trust me. It’s amazing. Um, the author, his name is Peter Van Houten. He is the only person I’ve ever come across in my life who a) understands what it’s like to be dying, but b) hasn’t actually died.
Gus: Okay, I will read this horrible book with it’s very boring title that does not include zombies or stormtroopers. And in exchange…
[he gets up and grabs a book from the shelf]
Gus: You will read this. This haunting yet brilliant novelization of my favorite video game.
[Hazel looks at Gus and laughs]
Gus: Okay, don’t laugh. It’s awesome. It’s about honor and sacrifice and bravery and heroism. It’s about embracing your destiny and leaving a mark on the world.
[he hands Hazel the book]
Hazel: Oh, thank you.
Gus: Woh, wait. Your hands are so cold.
Hazel: Oh, they’re not so much cold as just under oxygenated.
Gus: Hazel Grace?
Gus: I love it when you talk medical to me.
[Hazel smiles and shakes her head]
[as Hazel reads Gus’s book in bed Frannie notices the book]
Frannie: That’s different. Did he give it to you?
Hazel: By “it” do you mean herpes?
Frannie: Wow. Yes, I did. It’s a mothers dream.
[Frannie laughs, then Hazel notices her phone buzzing, she checks it, sees that it’s not from Gus and puts her phone aside]
Frannie: Hey, don’t worry.
Hazel: Oh, my God, Mom. I’m not worried. It’s not a big deal.
Hazel: Just hung out, it’s not like I’m waiting for him to call me.
[we then see Hazel going about her daily routine but anxiously checking her phone waiting for Gus’ call]
[Hazel is having dinner with her parents]
Frannie: Today, in China, International Goji Berry Day.
Frannie: Isn’t that great?
Michael: I like the color.
Frannie: Mm-hmm. This is the dry.
Michael: Uh-huh. They’re very good.
Frannie: They’re good, right?
[just then Hazel gets a text from Gus and she reads the message]
“Tell me my copy is missing the last ten pages or something.”
Michael: So do they eat a lot of Goji berries on Goji Berry Day? We must.
Frannie: We do.
Michael: We do. We’re going to do it for them.
Michael: We’re going to decide.
[Hazel smiles to herself then she gets another message]
“Tell me I have not reached the end of this book!”
Frannie: I did something with the desert even, just to try to keep the Goji Berry theme going.
Michael: Oh, my God.
Frannie: Cause they’re an amazing antioxidant.
[Hazel gets a third message from Gus]
“A book can’t end in the middle of a sentence?! What in God’s name is this madness! Aaaahhh!”
[Hazel smiles to herself as she reads Gus’s text message while her parents continue on with their conversation]
Michael: I don’t even know what happens there.
Frannie: Mm-hmm. They celebrate things. This family. That’s got to be a big deal and all.
Michael: Then we should do it every year.
Frannie: Every year.
Michael: We should do it every year.
Frannie: I know.
Michael: I really do like these…
[Michael hears Hazel’s phone receiving another text message]
Michael: Honey, would you like to be excused?
[Hazel, completely distracted, looks up]
[Hazel goes to the backyard, sits in a patio chair as she calls Gus]
Gus: Hazel Grace.
Hazel: Welcome to the sweet torture of reading “An Imperial Affliction.”
[suddenly she hears someone wailing from the other end of the phone]
Isaac: Well, yeah! I’m breaking all the rules!
Hazel: What is…? Are you okay?
[in Gus’s room we see Isaac is wailing out song]
Isaac: And now I’m breaking all the rules!
Gus: Uh, me? Yeah, I am excellent.
Isaac: I’ve been wasting all my time…
Gus: I am, however, with Isaac. And…
Gus: Isaac, does Support Group Hazel make this better or worse?
[Isaac continues to wail out the song]
Isaac: And now I’m breaking all the rules. I’ve been wasting all my time!
Gus: Isaac! Focus on me!
Isaac: Been wasting all my time!
Gus: How fast can you get here?
Gus: Great. Alright. Well, the door is open. So I got to run. Bye.
[Gus ends the call and Hazel stares at her phone in confusion]
[later, as Gus and Isaac are sat playing a video game Hazel descends the stairs]
[Gus rises and goes towards Hazel]
Gus: Isaac, yoh, Hazel from Support Group is here.
[Isaac doesn’t respond and carries on playing the game]
Gus: Hi. Uh, gentle reminder, Isaac’s in the midst of a psychotic episode right now. You look really nice, by the way. I like this color on you.
Hazel: Thank you.
[Gus goes towards Isaac]
[Isaac doesn’t respond and Gus taps him on the shoulder, Isaac stops playing the game and takes off his headphones]
Gus: Isaac, Hazel’s here.
Hazel: Hi, Isaac.
Isaac: Hey, Hazel.
[Isaac wipes the tears away from his eyes]
[Hazel sits on the floor in front of Isaac]
Hazel: How are you doing?
Isaac: I’m doing okay.
Gus: It seems Isaac and Monica are no longer going concern.
Hazel: Oh, Isaac, I’m so sorry. Do you want to talk about it?
[Isaac starts sobbing again]
Isaac: No, I just want to cry and play video games.
Gus: However, you know, it doesn’t hurt to talk to him if you have any sage words of feminine advice.
Hazel: I actually think his response is fairly appropriate.
Gus: “Pain demands to be felt.”
Hazel: You’re quoting my book!
[Hazel smiles at Gus and he winks at her]
Isaac: She said she wanted to break up with me before the surgery, cause she couldn’t handle it. I’m about to lose my eyesight and she can’t handle it. I kept saying “always” to her, you know, like always. And she kept like talking over me and not saying it back, and like, it was like, I was gone already, you know? And…
Hazel: You know, sometimes people don’t understand the promises that their making when they make them.
Isaac: I know, but, I just feel like such a loser. I still have her necklace on.
Hazel: Take it off.
Isaac: Dude, take that off!
[Isaac grabs the necklace and pulls it off his neck, snapping the chain]
[Isaac throws the necklace aside, Hazel and Gus laugh]
Gus: Here we go, man. Here we go.
[Gus gives Isaac and encouraging pat on the shoulder]
Isaac: I just want to kick something.
[Isaac gets up and goes to the TV and kicks the TV unit]
Gus: Don’t hit that! Don’t hit that! Hey, dude. Hey, uh…
[Gus grabs a pillow and offers it to Isaac]
Gus: Hit this.
[Isaac takes the pillow and starts hitting it, Gus and Hazel stand aside as Isaac carries on]
Gus: I’ve been wanting to call you for a few days now, but I’ve been waiting until I could form a coherent thought about “An Imperial Affliction.”
[they get interrupted as Isaac starts slamming the pillow into his face and screaming]
Gus: Once second.
[he goes over to Isaac]
Gus: Isaac! Pillows don’t break. You need to break something.
[he goes over to his trophy shelf and offers Isaac one]
Gus: Try this.
Isaac: The trophy?
Isaac: Are you sure?
Gus: I’ve been looking for a way to tell my father I kind of hate basketball. Go to town!
[he gives the trophy to Isaac and Isaac smashes it against the wall]
[Gus goes over to Hazel and Isaac continues to smash the trophy and yelling]
Gus: “An Imperial Affliction.”
Hazel: Yes. I’m so glad that you liked it.
Gus: Yes, I did. But the ending.
Hazel: I know, it is rather abrupt.
Gus: Rather abrupt? Are you kidding? It’s evil! I mean, I understand that she dies, but there’s, there’s an unwritten contract between author and…
[Isaac interrupts him as he picks another one of Gus’s trophies to break]
[suddenly Isaac throws the trophy to the ground smashing it, Gus looks back to Hazel]
Gus: …between author and reader. And I feel like ending your book in the middle of a sentence sort of violates that contract, don’t you think?
[in the background Isaac continues to smash the trophy and yell]
Isaac: Always! Always!
Hazel: Okay. Yes, I know what you mean, but to be completely honest, I think that it’s just so truthful. You know? You just die in the middle of life. You die in the middle of a sentence. And, I don’t know. But I really would like what happens to the rest of it, you know, everyone after Anna dies.
Gus: Like Anna’s mother.
Hazel: Yes. And the The Dutch Tulip Man…
Gus: And Sisyphus the Hamster.
Gus: Have you tried contacting this Peter Van Houten fellow?
Hazel: I’ve written to him so many letters, but he’s never responded. Apparently he moved to Amsterdam and became a recluse, and…
[she shrugs her shoulders]
[Gus turns to see Isaac sitting on the floor as he continues to smash up the trophies]
Gus: Isaac. You, uh, you feeling better, buddy?
[Gus gives Isaac a hand to stand]
Gus: That’s the thing about pain, it demands to be felt.
Isaac: Okay, thanks.
[Hazel is lying on the grass staring up at the stars talking on the phone to Gus]
Gus: Hazel Grace.
Hazel: Augustus Waters.
[Gus is lying in his bed with his laptop on his chest]
Gus: I cannot stop thinking about this Goddamned book.
Hazel: You’re welcome.
Gus: However, we do need closure, don’t you think?
Hazel: That is exactly what I was asking Van Houten for in my letters.
Gus: But he never responded.
[Gus starts reading from his laptop]
Gus: “Dear Mr. Waters, I am writing to thank you for your electronic correspondence. I am grateful to anyone who sets aside the time to read my book.”
[suddenly Hazel sits up]
Hazel: What are you doing?
Gus: I may have found Van Houten’s assistant, emailed her.
Gus: She may have forwarded that email onto Van Houten. Shall I continue?
Hazel: Oh, my God! Yeah, yeah! Go!
[Gus continues to read Van Houten’s email]
Gus: “I am particularly indebted to you, sir.” Hazel Grace, he just called me “sir.”
Hazel: Augustus, keep reading! Keep reading!
Gus: “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 you and Hazel Grace’.”
[Hazel does an excited scream]
Hazel: You did not! You did not! You did not!
Gus: Of course I did.
[carries on reading the email]
Gus: “To answer your question: No, I have not written anything else, nor will I. I do not feel continuing to share my thoughts with readers would benefit either them or me. However thank you for your generous email. Yours most sincerely, Peter Van Houten.” So, yeah, that just happened.
Hazel: Oh, my God!
Gus: I’ve been trying to tell you, I’m kind of awesome.
[Hazel laughs again]
Hazel: Do you think that I…
Gus: Check you inbox.
Hazel: Oh, my God!
[Hazel rises grabs her oxygen tank and starts walking back towards the house]
Hazel: Oh, my God, Augustus. I’m freaking out. I’m freaking out.
[Hazel is in her room sat at her computer and is writing an email to Van Houten]
Hazel: [voice over] 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.”
[as Hazel is writing her email we see Hazel and Gus sitting at a cafe enjoying each others company]
Hazel: [voice over] 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:”
[we see Hazel and Gus lying on the floor in Gus’s room listening to music from an iPod, they both reach for the iPod, touch hands and smile at each other]
Hazel: [voice over] Does Anna’s Mom marry the Dutch Tulip Man, and is the Dutch Tulip Man up to something or is he just completely misunderstood?
[we see Hazel and Gus watching TV]
Hazel: [voice over] “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. 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.”
[we see Hazel reading her email over to phone to Gus as she lies in bed]
Hazel: And of course, if ever you do decide to write anything else, I would love to read it. Frankly, I’d read your grocery lists. Yours with great admiration, Hazel Grace Lancaster.”
[after Hazel finishes reading her email to Van Houten]
Gus: Not bad.
Hazel: You think.
Gus: Yeah, I mean, it’s a bit pretentious. But then again, Van Houten uses words like “tendentious” and… “bacchanalia”, so I think he’ll like it.
[Hazel chuckles then checks the time on her phone]
Hazel: Is it really 1 a.m.?
Gus: Is it?
[Gus checks his phone]
Gus: Yeah, I guess it is.
[Hazel laughs softly ]
Hazel: I should probably go to sleep.
[neither of them hangs up the phone and they both smile to themselves]
Gus: Perhaps “okay” will be our “always”.
[Hazel hesitates a moment before replying]
[Hazel wakes up the next morning, opens her laptop to check her emails and notices Van Houten has replied to her email]
Hazel: Oh, my God.
[she opens the email and reads it out loud]
Hazel: “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. Should ever you find yourself in Amsterdam, do pay a visit at your leisure.”
[finishes reading the email]
Hazel: “Yours most sincerely, Peter Van Houten.”
Hazel: Peter… Oh, my God! What is this life?!
[Frannie rushes up to Hazel’s room thinking something’s wrong when she hears Hazel yell out]
Frannie: Hazel, what’s wrong?
Hazel: Mom, look at this! Come here! Come here! Coming here!
[Hazel grabs Fannie’s hand and pulls her to look at the email]
Hazel: Yeah! Peter Van Houten! Look what he said! “Should ever you find yourself in Amsterdam.” I have to go!
Frannie: That’s incredible.
Hazel: He invited us to Amsterdam. Amsterdam!
Hazel: Can we go? I mean, do you think, do you think we could actually go?
Frannie: I mean, Amsterdam, I want you to have everything you want in the world. But we don’t have the money. You know? Just like getting all the equipment over there. I don’t know, how do we do that?
Hazel: Yeah. No, duh! I’m sorry
[seeing Hazel is obviously disappointed]
Frannie: Hey, you. I’m so sorry.
Hazel: It’s okay. It’s okay.
[Frannie looks sad]
[she turns and leave the room and Hazel looks really disappointed]
[Gus and Hazel walk out of the support group building]
Gus: Why don’t you ask the Genies? Use your wish.
Hazel: I already used it. Pre-miracle.
Gus: What did you use it on?
[Hazel hesitates, obviously not wanting to say]
Gus: Not Disney.
[Hazel smiles confirming that it was]
Gus: Hazel Grace, you did not go to Disney World.
Hazel: I was thirteen!
Gus: You did not use your last dying wish to go to Disney World!
Hazel: And Epcot Center.
Gus: Oh, my God!
Hazel: It was actually a really fun trip.
Gus: That is the saddest thing I’ve ever heard in my entire life.
Hazel: No, I met Goofy.
Gus: Now I’m just embarrassed.
Hazel: Why are you embarrassed?
Gus: I can’t believe I have a crush on a girl with such clichéd wishes. Terrible.
[Hazel stops and smiles as she watches Gus walk over to his car and open the driver’s door]
Gus: You coming?
[we see Hazel is having a check-up at the hospital while her parents watch anxiously]
Hazel: [voice over] The most important thing in any MRI is to lie completely still. But that day, it was almost impossible.
[as they return home and their car pulls up in the drive way Gus is waiting at the front of the house with a bouquet of tulips in his hand]
Frannie: Hey, Gus. How are you?
Gus: Hi, Mrs. Lancaster.
[Michael walks towards Gus and points to Gus’s basketball jersey]
Michael: Hey! Rik Smits jersey?
Gus: Yeah, it is indeed.
Michael: I love that guy.
[they shake hands]
Gus: I’m Augustus Waters.
Michael: Nice to meet you. Michael.
[Michael walks past him towards the house]
Frannie: Good to see you.
Gus: Hi, Mrs. Lancaster.
Frannie: Good to see you.
Gus: Good to see you.
[Frannie joins Michael as the go into the house]
Gus: Hi, Hazel Grace.
Gus: How would you like to go on a picnic with me?
Hazel: Uh, I would love to go on a picnic with you.
Gus: Shall we?
[Gus starts to lead the way]
Hazel: No! Well, I, uh, let me… Um, I’ve just been to the hospital so I should just change.
[as Hazel is changing clothes Gus is sitting with Michael in the living room in an awkward silence]
Michael: So, uh, you’re, uh, you’re a survivor yourself, huh?
Gus: Yeah. You know, I didn’t cut this fella off for the hell of it.
[lifts his prosthetic leg up]
Gus: Although it does make and excellent weight-loss strategy.
[Hazel hears Gus talking as she changes her clothes in her room looking at herself in the mirror]
Gus: Uh, legs are very heavy.
Michael: How, how’s your, uh, how’s your health now?
Gus: It’s great. I’m N.E.C for fourteen months.
Michael: That’s fantastic.
Gus: Yeah, I’m very lucky.
[Michael looks uncomfortable and goes to take a seat closer to Gus]
Michael: Hey, Listen, Gus. Um, you have to understand Hazel’s still pretty sick, and she will be the rest of her life. I mean, she’s going to want to keep up with you, she’s that kind of girl, but the truth is her lungs…
[Hazel appears interrupting Michael]
Hazel: Ready, Gus?
[Gus and Michael stand]
Hazel: See you soon.
[Gus and Hazel walk together in the park for their picnic]
Hazel: Oh, such a beautiful day.
Hazel: Is this where you bring all your romantic conquests?
Gus: Yeah, every last one of them. That’s probably why I’m still a virgin.
Hazel: You are not still a virgin!
[Gus looks at her]
Hazel: Are you really?
Gus: Let me show you something.
[he picks up a stick and draws a circle in the dirt on the ground]
Gus: See this circle? That is a circle of virgins.
Gus: And this…
[he draws a much smaller circle inside that circle]
Gus: …is eighteen year old dudes with one leg.
Gus: So, yeah.
[pointing to the giant skeleton sculpture where kids are playing around on]
Gus: “Funky Bones” by Joep Van Lieshout.
Hazel: He sounds quite Dutch.
Gus: And he is. Much like Rik Smits. And tulips.
[they sit on one of the giant bones to have their picnic]
Hazel: Let me guess.
Gus: Dutch cheese and tomato.
[he hands her a sandwich]
Gus: Sorry, the tomatoes are Mexican.
Hazel: How dare you? Mm.
[they start eating]
Gus: How cool is this? They’re using a skeleton as a playground. Think about that.
Hazel: You do love your symbols.
Gus: Speaking of which, 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 jersey.
Hazel: It actually has crossed my mind.
Gus: Well, Hazel Grace, like so many before you, and listen, I say this with the utmost affection, you used your wish moronically.
Hazel: Okay, we’ve been through this. I was thirteen…
Gus: Alright! Hush! I am in the midst of a grand soliloquy here.
Gus: You were young. Impressionable. The Grim Reaper staring you in right the face and it lead you to rush into making a wish you didn’t really want. But how could little Hazel Grace, having never read “An Imperial Affliction” know that her one true wish was to visit Mr. Peter Van Houten in his Amsterdamian exile.
Hazel: But I didn’t save it, so…
Gus: It’s a good thing I saved mine.
Hazel: So you’re saying…
Gus: I’m not going to give you my wish or anything, Hazel.
Gus: If that’s what you’re thinking. However, you know, I too have an interest in meeting this Mr. Peter Van Houten and I really didn’t think it would make much sense to meet him without the girl who introduced me to the book in the first place, now would it? So I talked with the Genies and they’re all for it. We leave in a month.
[Hazel looks at him in shocked disbelief]
Hazel: Oh, my God. Oh, my God!
[feeling ecstatic Hazel pulls Gus into a hug]
Hazel: Augustus! Thank you!
[they hold onto each other tightly]
[Hazel is telling Frannie about Gus’s plan as Frannie does the laundry]
Hazel: Apparently they, I don’t know if they do this that often, but they’re willing to bring me too and…
Frannie: That’s incredible. Hazel, that’s so beautiful.
Hazel: I know.
Frannie: And a little insane.
Hazel: Oh, it’s super insane. It’s craz…it’s, it’s crazy.
Hazel: It’s Amsterdam!
Frannie: He just met you!
Hazel: I know!
Frannie: And he’s giving you his wish!
Hazel: Well, we’re sharing the wish. I mean, he, he… Yeah, we’re sharing it.
Frannie: That’s sweet. Unless…
Frannie: Is he your boyfriend? Is that…?
Hazel: Stop it. Do not, he is not my boy… Mom, focus. We’re talking about Amsterdam.
Frannie: But you like him so much.
Hazel: Ssh! Stop! Pay attention! Please! Can I go?
Frannie: Right, as your mom, I love this idea. And, I think we should talk to Dr. Maria.
[Hazel nods her head looking a bit upset]
[Hazel and Frannie are at her doctor’s office]
Dr. Maria: I don’t know.
Hazel: But you said that the PET scan was encouraging.
Dr. Maria: Well the PET scan is encouraging, but we don’t know how long it’ll stay that way.
Hazel: Okay, I’m not seeking political asylum, it’s a few days, it’s a vacation.
Frannie: That’s true.
Dr. Maria: What if you get sick, in a foreign country?
Hazel: They have doctors in Amsterdam. And cancer.
Dr. Maria: Well, not all cancers are alike, and yours is particularly unusual, Hazel. The only way I could ever authorize a trip like this would be if someone familiar with your case…
Hazel: What if my Mom came?
Frannie: Wait, what?
Hazel: What if you cam? I’m sure the Genies would hook it up, they’re loaded.
Dr. Maria: That just might work.
Hazel: [voice over] And then this happened.
[Hazel wakes up in the middle of the night having trouble breathing and her parents rush her to the hospital, later her parents are sat by her hospital bed as Hazel wakes]
Frannie: You okay?
Hazel: So what happened?
Frannie: The usual. Fluid in the lungs preventing oxygenation. They put a tube in. Drained like a meter and a half last night.
[Hazel lifts up her the hospital gown at her side and feels the tube]
Michael: Good news is no tumor growth, no new tumors in your body. We’re so relieved.
Frannie: This is just a thing, Hazel. It’s a thing we can live with.
[Hazel nods her head]
[Gus, who’s been sitting in the waiting area, notices Michael in the hallway and rushes towards him]
Gus: Mr. Lancaster! How’s she doing?
Michael: Better. Yeah, thank you. Much, much better.
Gus: Oh. They won’t let me in, it’s like family only.
Michael: Yeah, sorry.
Gus: Oh, yeah. No, I get it. Um, could you just tell her I was here?
Michael: Yeah, of course. Of course I will.
Michael: Hey, Gus, listen. Why don’t you go home? Get some rest. Okay.
[Michael turns and walks off as Gus watches him]
[Hazel and her parents are in sat in a room with Dr. Maria and two other doctors]
Dr. Simmons: Normally the tumors start resisting the treatment and that hasn’t happened here, yet. On the other hand, the drug may be worsening the edema.
Dr. Maria: The truth is very few people have been on Phalanxifor as long as Hazel has. We really don’t know the long term effects.
Dr. Simmons: What we’re trying to do is prevent endothelial growth, which when over expressed can contribute to disease, decay, vascular inhibition and the spread of the tumors we’re working so hard to eradicate. The survival rates of patients with severe endothelial growth decreases exponentially the more…
[as the doctor carries on explaining Hazel watches her parents holding hands and gets lost in thought, she has flashback to when she was in the ICU as a child with her parents by her]
Frannie: You can let go, sweetie. Don’t be afraid.
[young Hazel watches as Frannie bursts into tears and Michael holds her]
Frannie: Oh, my God! I’m not going to be a mom anymore!
[back to the meeting with the doctors]
Hazel: I have a question.
Dr. Maria: Yes, Hazel.
Hazel: Can I still go to Amsterdam?
Dr. Simmons: That would, uh, not be wise at this juncture.
Hazel: Why not?
Frannie: Is there any way we can make that trip happen?
Dr. Simmons: It would increase some risks.
Hazel: And so does going to the mall.
Dr. Simmons: Yes, but an airplane?
Hazel: But they have oxygen on airplanes.
Dr. Simmons: You’re stage four.
Hazel: This is an opportunity that I may never get again. Ever. If the medication is working, I don’t understand why…
Dr. Maria: Perhaps there’s a scenario…
Dr. Simmons: No. I don’t know any other way to say this, Hazel. You’re just too sick. I’m sorry.
[Michael and Frannie drive a despondent looking Hazel home from hospital, later that night as she lies in bed she gets a text from Gus]
[Hazel doesn’t reply, the next morning Hazel hears the phone ringing and Michael answering it]
Michael: Hello? Yeah, just a sec.
[Michael walks into the kitchen where Hazel is sat]
Michael: Hi. It’s Gus, again.
[Hazel doesn’t respond, Michael speaks into the phone]
Michael: Sorry, she’s asleep.
[there’s a pause as he listens to Gus]
Michael: Yeah, okay. Alright. Bye bye.
[Michael ends the call and looks at Hazel]
Hazel: I know what you’re thinking. It’s not fair to him. It’s not. He doesn’t need this in his life. I mean, nobody does. I’m a lot more trouble than it’s worth.
Michael: No, you’re right. You’re mom and I, we were just saying the same thing. It could be time we tossed you out on the street. Drop you off in an orphanage somewhere, make you their problem.
[Hazel smiles knowing he’s teasing]
Michael: I’m serious, we’re not sentimental people.
[Michael walks out of the kitchen]
[feeling dejected, Hazel sits in front of a swing set in the backyard when she gets a text from Gus]
“Hello??? The silence is deafening.”
[she puts her phone down not replying, looks at the swing set for a moment thinking and then picks up her phone to call Gus]
Gus: Hazel Grace.
Hazel: Hi, Augustus.
Gus: Are you okay?
[Hazel hesitates a moment before replying quietly]
Gus: What’s the matter? Talk to me.
[Hazel starts crying]
Hazel: I don’t know. Everything. I want to go to Amsterdam, Gus. And I want Van Houten to tell us what happens after his book. I also don’t really want this particular life. But it’s really just the sky, the sky that’s making me sad and there’s this pathetic old swing set that my dad built for me when I was a kid and…
[she chuckles through her tears]
Hazel: It just everything I guess.
Gus: Well, I demand to see this swing set of tears.
[Gus is sat on the swing set with Hazel]
Gus: I do see your point. This is one sad swing set.
[there’s a moment’s pause]
Gus: Hazel Grace, I hope you realize that you trying to keep your distance from me in no way lessens my affection for you. All your efforts to keep me from you are going to fail.
Hazel: Look, I like you. And I like hanging out with you, and everything. But I can’t let this go on any further.
Gus: Why not?
Hazel: Because I don’t want to hurt you.
Gus: I wouldn’t mind.
Hazel: No, you don’t understand.
Gus: I do understand.
Hazel: No, you don’t understand…
Gus: No, I know what you’re trying to say and I, Hazel, I’m saying, I wouldn’t mind. It’d be a privilege to have my heart broken by you. Hazel, I’m,
Hazel: Gus, I’m a grenade! One day I’m going to explode and I’m going to obliterate everything in my wake and, I don’t know, I just, I feel like it’s my responsibility to minimize the casualties.
[Gus smiles at her]
Gus: A grenade?
Hazel: And that’s why I don’t have a hamster.
[they smile at each other and Gus laughs softly he then looks at the swing set and stands]
Gus: Well, we got to do something about this frigging swing set.
[Hazel nods her head]
[Hazel and Gus are in her room, Hazel has her laptop ready to place an ad for her swing set]
[she starts typing]
Hazel: “Swing Set Needs Home.”
[Gus takes the laptop from her, deletes what she’s written and starts typing]
Gus: “Desperately Lonely Swing Set Needs Loving Home.”
[Hazel takes the laptop, deletes Gus’s title and starts typing]
Hazel: “Lonely, Vaguely Pedophilic Swing Set Seeks the Butts of Children.”
[Hazel looks at Gus]
Gus: No. No.
Hazel: I like it.
Gus: That’s why.
Gus: In case you were wondering that’s why I like you, Hazel Grace. You’re just so busy being you, you have no idea how utterly unprecedented you are.
[Hazel looks at him for a moment and smiles]
Hazel: You can’t say stuff like that.
Gus: What? That’s how I speak to all my friends.
[Hazel gives him a look of disbelief]
Gus: I know. I know. Friends.
[Gus extends his hand and Hazel shakes it]
[Gus kisses her hand and Hazel quickly pulls her hand back]
[they both laugh]
Hazel: You can’t do that!
[later that night as Hazel lies in bed she picks up her phone and starts texting Gus]
“Thank you for understanding…just friends.”
[Gus texts back]
[Hazel smiles and texts back]
[Gus then texts back]
OMG!! Stop flirting with me!
[Hazel smiles to herself and turns off her phone]
[Hazel is sat at her desk looking at her emails on her laptop when she notices an email from Van Houten’s assistant, Lidewij, and starts reading it out loud]
Hazel: “Dear Hazel, I have received word via the Genies that you will be visiting us with Augustus Waters and your mother beginning the 4th.”
[Hazel stops reading the looks at the rest of the email]
[Frannie enters the room wearing a towel]
Frannie: What’s up?
Frannie: No, I was just taking a bath for five seconds.
Hazel: Um, did you email the Genies to tell them that the trip was off? Because Van Houten’s assistant just emailed me and she said that she thinks we’re still coming.
Frannie: I was supposed to tell you with your dad.
Frannie: We’re going to Amsterdam.
Hazel: You’re, you’re ser…we’re going to Amsterdam?
[Frannie starts laughing excitedly]
Frannie: We’re going to Amsterdam. We figured the whole thing out, we’re going!
[Hazel suddenly stands and hugs Frannie]
Hazel: Oh, my God.
Frannie: Talked with Dr. Maria, everybody knows. But only for three days, not six.
Hazel: Oh, my God.
Frannie: But everything, an oncologist is set there, everything. We’re so good.
[Hazel starts crying tears of joy as she holds on to Frannie]
Hazel: I love you so much!
Frannie: I love you.
Hazel: We’re going to Amsterdam.
Frannie: We’re going to Amsterdam.
[they both laugh]
Hazel: We’re going to Amsterdam.
[Frannie turns to leave]
Frannie: You can come talk to me, but you’ve got a phone call to make.
[Frannie leaves the room and yells out to Hazel who is sat in joyful haze]
Frannie: Call him!
Hazel: Okay, lungs, you keep your shit together for one week, you got it? One more week.
she smiles to herself and then picks up her phone to text Gus
“Hey Gus, hope you have your passport ready!!!”
[Gus texts back]
“Everything’s coming up Waters!!!”
[Hazel, Frannie and Michael step out of the front door with their bags]
Frannie: Here we go! Oh! Oh, wait.
[Frannie goes back into the house]
Hazel: What did you forget?
Michael: She’s got all her luggage.
Hazel: Did she forget her passport?
Frannie: Yeah, I’ve got it. Got it in my bag.
[they all start walking towards the car when suddenly they notice Gus arriving in a limo]
Gus: Like I said to the Genies, I travel in style or I don’t travel at all.
[Hazel turns to Frannie with excitement]
Hazel: Mom, we’re going to Amsterdam!
Frannie: We are going to Amsterdam. Right now.
[Gus gets out of the limo and walks towards Hazel and her parents]
Gus: Hello, Lancasters.
[Michael shakes Gus’s hand]
Michael: Hey, nice to see you.
Limo Driver: I’ll take that, sir.
[the limo driver takes the bags from Michael]
Frannie: Gus, you’re so inventive.
[Gus embraces Frannie then turns to Hazel]
Gus: Okay, Hazel Grace?
[Gus embraces Hazel]
[Hazel sits nervously as they are waiting at the airport when a little girl walks over to her]
Little Girl: What’s in your nose?
Little Girl’s Father: Jackie.
Little Girl’s Father: I’m really sorry about that.
Hazel: No, it’s totally fine.
[to the little girl]
Hazel: It’s called a cannula, it helps me breathe. See this little friend right here? it feeds oxygen through the tube.
Little Girl: Would it help me breathe too?
Hazel: Maybe. Do you want to try it?
[the little girl nods her head]
[Hazel removes her cannula]
Hazel: Come here.
[Hazel places the cannula on the little girls]
Hazel: There you go.
Little Girl: Tickles.
[Hazel chuckles, the little girl turns to show her dad]
Little Girl’s Father: Wow, yeah. That’s something.
Little Girl: I think I’m breathing better.
Hazel: Well, I would love to give it to you, but I kind of could use the help.
[the little girl gives the cannula back to Hazel]
Little Girl: Thanks for letting me try it.
Hazel: You’re welcome.
Little Girl’s Father: Alright, Jackie, let’s go.
[to Hazel and Frannie as they leave]
Little Girl’s Father: Thank you. Take care.
[as they hear their flight being called for boarding]
Gus: I think that’s us.
Frannie: That’s us. We are going to Amsterdam.
Hazel: Oh, my God!
Hazel: Com on. Help me up.
[she grabs Gus’s hand to stand but pulls her hands away from his in disgust]
Hazel: Ugh! Ew, ew, ew.
Gus: What, are they wet?
Hazel: Wet hands.
Gus: I’m sorry about that.
[he playfully wipes his hands on her jacket]
Hazel: Gross! Get out of here! Stop it!
[they both laugh]
[on the plane, Hazel notices Gus looking nervous]
Hazel: Have you never been on a plane before?
Hazel: It’s exciting.
[Gus puts one of his unlit cigarettes in his mouth when one of the flight attendants notices]
Flight Attendant: Sir?
Flight Attendant: There’s no smoking on this plane. Or any plane.
Gus: I-I-I don’t smoke.
Hazel: Yeah, no, it’s just a metaphor. He puts the killing thing in his mouth but he doesn’t actually give it the power to kill him.
Flight Attendant: Well, that metaphor, it’s prohibited on today’s flight.
[Gus takes the cigarette out of his mouth]
Flight Attendant: Thanks.
[as the plane is starting to take off Gus looks really nervous]
[Gus doesn’t reply and just looks out the window]
Hazel: Gus, this is what it’s like to drive in a car with you.
[the plane shakes as it starts to take off and Gus holds Hazel’s hand]
Gus: Oh. Oh! Oh, my God, we’re flying. Oh, my God we’re flying! We’re flying!
[Hazel and Frannie laugh]
Gus: Look at the ground! Look. Nothing has ever looked like this in all of human history! Look at the cars. They’re like…
[Hazel kisses Gus on the cheek]
Frannie: You two are so adorable.
Hazel: We’re just friends.
Gus: Well, she is, I’m not.
[Gus looks out the plane window again]
Gus: Oh, my! Woh!
[later as Frannie sleeps Hazel watches Gus as he watches Aliens on his iPad]
[after they arrive in Amsterdam are being driven through the streets]
Frannie: Look at this, Hazel.
Hazel: This is so crazy.
[a little while later then enter their posh hotel]
Frannie: Look at the stained glass. It’s amazing. Oh, I’m going to check us in.
[Frannie walks off then Gus and Hazel share an excited hug; later as they are getting reading their room]
Frannie: We better get you dressed, because you have reservations for two tonight for dinner at Oranjee.
Frannie: And it says, “Enjoy. Mr. Peter Van Houten.” So, I looked it up and it sounds amazing. The guide book says it’s fancy and very romantic. Right. Fancy…
[Hazel holds up one of her dresses]
Hazel: Oh, God.
Frannie: But, okay, what will you wear? Hm.
[Frannie places a bag in front of Hazel]
Hazel: Is that for me?
[Frannie nods her head, Hazel laughs with excitement, opens the bag and pulls out a dress]
Hazel: Oh, my God. It’s so beautiful.
Frannie: I’m just saying.
Hazel: You’re just saying? What, you’re saying that you’re totally fine with your teenage daughter running free with an older boy in a city that’s famous for its vice and debauchery is totally fine with you?
Frannie: Yeah, that’s pretty much exactly what I’m saying.
[dressed in his suit, Gus knocks on Hazel and Frannie’s hotel room door, Frannie opens the door]
Frannie: Gus! Oh, you look so handsome!
Gus: Thank you, ma’am.
Frannie: Wow. Hazel, Gus is here, looking incredible!
[she walks back into the room and Gus follows her in]
Frannie: I hear this restaurant is unbelievable.
[Hazel walks out of the bathroom wearing her new dress and Gus is stunned by how beautiful she looks]
Gus: You look gorgeous.
[Hazel smiles shyly]
[we see Hazel and Gus ride through a canal to get to the restaurant]
[as they walk up to the Oranjee]
Gus: This is it. Oranjee. Yeah, this is it.
Hazel: Oh, yeah.
[inside the restaurant the hostess takes them to their table]
Hostess: Your table, Mr. and Mrs. Waters.
Gus: Thank you.
[Gus pulls out Hazel chair for her to sit]
Hazel: Thanks, Gus.
Gus: You are very welcome.
Hostess: The champagne is our gift. Enjoy.
Hazel: Thank you.
[the waiter comes over to pour the champagne]
Waiter: Good evening.
[he pours the champagne into their glasses]
[Gus and Hazel raise their glasses]
[they clink glasses and take a sip]
Hazel: That is amazing.
Waiter: Do you know what Dom Pérignon said after he invented champagne?
[Gus and Hazel shake their heads]
Waiter: “Come quickly,” he said. “I’m tasting the stars.”
Waiter: Welcome to Oranjee. Would you like a menu, or will you have the chef’s choice?
Gus: Chef’s choice sounds wonderful.
[referring to the champagne]
Gus: And, sir, um, something tells me we’re going to need a little bit more of this.
Waiter: We have bottled all the stars for you this evening, my young friends.
[the waiter walks off and Gus and Hazel laugh]
[as the waiter walks over to their table with two plates of food]
Hazel: I think that’s ours.
Waiter: Dragon carrot risotto for the lady.
[the waiter places her plate in front of her]
Hazel: Thank you.
Waiter: And for the gentleman.
[he places Gus’s plate in front of him]
Gus: Thank you.
[the waiter walks off, Hazel and Gus start eating their food]
Gus: Mmm. I want this dragon carrot risotto to become a person so that I can take it to Vegas and marry it.
Hazel: I like your suit.
Gus: Thank you. It’s the first time I’ve ever worn it.
Hazel: That’s not the suit you wear to funerals?
Gus: No. That one is not nearly this nice. When I first got sick they told me I had an eighty-five percent chance of being cancer-free. Great odds. But that meant a year of torture, the loss of my leg, and still a fifteen percent chance it might fail. Just before the surgery I asked my parents if I could buy a really nice suit.
Hazel: So, it’s your death suit.
Gus: That’s what it is.
Hazel: I have one of those. I got it for my fifteenth birthday. A dress. I don’t necessarily think I’d wear it on a date, though.
Gus: So, we’re on a date?
[Hazel looks at Gus and his raises his eyebrows]
Hazel: Hey, you watch it.
Gus: We are Mr. And Mrs. Waters.
Hazel: Oh. That’s just because she can’t speak English.
Gus: We should be, though, if they ask. You know?
Hazel: Okay. Remember what you said about Vegas?
Hazel: Do you think I could join in on that deal?
[after they’ve finished eating their meal]
Gus: How about angels?
Hazel: Mmm, no.
Hazel: Mmm, no. Well, maybe. I don’t know. I guess I wouldn’t go as far as to say no, but I would like some evidence.
Hazel: What about you?
Gus: I mean, not like a heaven where you ride on a unicorn all day and live in a mansion made of clouds, but yes, I definitely believe in something. I mean, otherwise what’s the point?
Hazel: Maybe there is no point.
Gus: I won’t accept that.
[Gus smiles at her and stares at her for a moment]
Gus: I am in love with you.
[Hazel looks happily shocked]
Gus: You heard me.
Gus: I am 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 one day all of our labors will be returned to dust. And I know that the sun will swallow the only Earth we will ever have. And I am in love with you.
[Hazel smiles and shakes her head]
[the waiter comes by to offer more champagne]
Waiter: More stars?
Gus: No. No, thank you. I think, I think we’ll just have the check.
Waiter: No, sir. Your meal has been paid by Mr. Van Houten.
[the waiter smiles, shrugs and walks away, Gus and Hazel look at each other in shock]
[they end their evening, walking hand in hand in across the city]
[the next morning in their hotel room Hazel is getting ready to meet with Van Houten]
Frannie: I don’t really get that shirt.
Hazel: Mmm. But Van Houten will get it. There are, like, fifty Magritte references in “An Imperial Affliction.”
[reading the logo on Hazel t-shit which as a picture of what looks like a pipe on it]
Frannie: “This is not a pipe.” But it is a pipe.
Hazel: But it’s not. It is a drawing of a pipe. See? 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: Hey, you.
Frannie: When did you get so grown up?
[Frannie laughs and they are interrupted by a knock on the door and Gus entering the room]
Gus: Who’s ready for some answers?
[as they walk up to Van Houten’s house]
Gus: This is it.
Hazel: I’m so excited, I can barely breathe.
Gus: As opposed to normal?
[Hazel hits him playfully and Gus laughs]
Hazel: Get out of here.
[Gus knocks on the front door, they hear Van Houten calling out to his assistant]
Van Houten: Lidewij?
[Lidewij opens the door]
Gus: Hi, I’m Augustus.
[she shakes hands with Gus and Hazel]
Lidewij: Please, come in.
Hazel: Thank you.
[they enter inside Van Houten’s house]
Lidewij: Peter! They’re here!
Van Houten: Who the hell is “they,” Lidewij?
[as they walk through the hallway Gus and Hazel notice there is unopened mail all over the floor]
Lidewij: They are Augustus and Hazel, the young fans with whom you’ve been corresponding.
Van Houten: The Americans?
Lidewij: You invited them.
[to Hazel and Gus]
Lidewij: Please, come in.
Van Houten: You know why I left America, Lidewij? To never have to encounter Americans.
Lidewij: You’re American.
Van Houten: Incurably so.
[Gus and Hazel enter the room where Van Houten is standing with his back to them wearing pajamas]
Van Houten: Get rid of them.
Lidewij: I will not do this, Peter. Please, be nice.
[to Gus and Hazel]
Lidewij: Come in, please.
[Gus and Hazel enter the room looking awkward]
Lidewij: Sorry, let me clear this for you.
[Lidewij starts clearing the papers off the couch]
Hazel: Thank you.
[Gus and Hazel take as seat on the couch and Van Houten takes the seat opposite them]
Van Houten: Which of you is Augustus Waters?
Gus: I am. And that’s Hazel.
Hazel: Mr. Van Houten, thank you so much for writing back to us.
Van Houten: Mm. Clearly an error in judgment. Yours are the first missives to which I’ve replied, and look where it got me.
Van Houten: Scotch?
Hazel: No, thank you.
[turning to Lidewij who is sat behind them doing work on her computer]
Van Houten: Just me, then, Lidewij. Another scotch and soda, please.
[Lidewij comes over to take Peter’s glass]
Lidewij: Perhaps some breakfast first, Peter?
[to Gus and Hazel]
Van Houten: She thinks I have a drinking problem.
Lidewij: I also think the Earth is round.
[Van Houten does a sarcastic laughs as Lidewij walks away to get his drink]
Van Houten: So, you like my book.
Hazel: We love your book.
Hazel: We love it. Uh, Augustus, he made his wish meeting you so that we could talk.
Gus: No pressure.
[Gus and Hazel laugh]
Van Houten: Did you dress like her on purpose?
Hazel: Kind of.
Gus: And, incidentally, sir, we both really wanted to thank you for dinner last night and for the champagne.
Hazel: It was amazing. It was magical.
Van Houten: We bought them dinner last night?
Gus: It was our pleasure.
Van Houten: You’ve come a long way. What can I do for you?
Hazel: We have some questions…
Van Houten: Mm-hmm.
Hazel: Obviously, about what happens at the end of your book. Uh, specifically to those who Anna leaves behind. Like her mom, the Dutch Tulip Man…
Van Houten: How familiar are you with Swedish hip-hop?
Hazel: I would say, limited.
Van Houten: Uh, Lidewij, play Bomfalleralla immediately.
[Lidewij reluctantly does as she’s told and turns on the music]
[as the music plays loudly Gus and Hazel look baffled at Van Houten]
Hazel: We don’t speak Swedish, sir.
Van Houten: Who the hell speaks Swedish? The important thing is not what nonsense the voices are saying but what the voices are feeling.
[Gus and Hazel listen awkwardly as the music plays for another few seconds when suddenly Gus has enough, gets up, gets the remote and turns off the music]
Gus: Are you, are you messing with us? Like, is this some sort of performance?
Hazel: Gus, sit down.
[Gus goes back to his seat]
Hazel: Alright, so at the end of the book, Anna’s…
Van Houten: Let’s imagine you’re racing a tortoise. 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, forever. You’re 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. I assume that answers your question.
[Gus and Hazel are completely baffled by Van Houten’s behavior]
Gus: Hazel, I’m sorry. I have no idea what’s going on.
Van Houten: Yet you seemed so intelligent in print, Mr. Waters. Has the cancer found its way into your brain?
Hazel: Can we, for one second, just focus on Anna? Please? I understand that the story ends in the middle of a sentence because she dies, or that she becomes too sick to continue…
Van Houten: I am not interested in talking about that book.
Hazel: But that doesn’t mean that her family and friends don’t have a future, right? Right?
Van Houten: I said I’m not interested.
Hazel: But you promised!
Van Houten: Nothing happens! They’re fiction! They cease to exist the moment the novel ends.
Hazel: But they can’t! I get it in a literary sense or whatever, but…
Van Houten: I can’t do this, Lidewij.
Hazel: But it’s impossible not to imagine what…
Van Houten: I will not indulge your childish whims! I refuse to pity you in the manner in which you are accustomed.
Hazel: Hey, I do not want your pity!
Van Houten: Of course you do! Like all sick kids, your existence depends on it. You are fated to live out your days…
Van Houten: …as the child you were when diagnosed. The child who believes there is a life after a novel ends. And we as adults, we pity this. So, we pay for your treatments, your oxygen machines.
Lidewij: Peter, that’s enough!
Van Houten: You are a side-effect to an evolutionary process that cares little for individual lives. You are a failed experiment in mutation.
[Van Houten gets up to pour himself more drink, Hazel rises from the couch]
Hazel: Listen, douchepants, there is nothing that you’re going to tell me about my disease that I don’t already know! Okay? I came here for one thing and one thing only. That is for you to tell me what happens at the end of this Goddamn book!
Van Houten: I can’t tell you.
Van Houten: I can’t.
[suddenly Hazel smacks Van Houten’s drink out of his hand]
Hazel: Then you make something up!
[Gus rises to stand next to Hazel]
Van Houten: I want you to leave.
[Hazel smiles at Van Houten then starts to leave with Gus beside her, as they reach the front door Van Houten interrupts them]
Van Houten: Have you ever stopped to ask yourself why you care so much about your silly questions?
Hazel: Oh, go fuck yourself!
[Gus and Hazel walk out the door]
[outside Van Houten’s front door Hazel looks emotion and shaken]
Gus: Hey, it’s okay. It’s okay. I’ll write you a sequel. Alright? I’ll write you, I’ll write you a sequel.
[they start walking away from Van Houten’s house]
Gus: It’ll be better than any piece of shit that drunk guy could write. It’ll have blood, and guts, and sacrifice. You’ll love it.
Hazel: I’m so sorry that I spent your wish on that asshole.
Gus: No, you did not spend it on him. You spent it on us.
[just then Lidewij walks out of Van Houten’s house and calls out to them]
Lidewij: Hazel and Augustus!
[she walks over the them]
Lidewij: I’m very sorry. Circumstance has made him cruel. I thought meeting you would help him that he could see that his work has shaped real lives. But I’m very sorry. Perhaps we can do some sightseeing? Have you been to the Anne Frank House?
Hazel: I’m not going anywhere with that man.
Lidewij: No. He is not invited.
[at the Anne Frank House Lidewij walks out of the ticket kiosk where Gus and Hazel are waiting]
Lidewij: I’m afraid there’s no elevator.
Hazel: Oh, that’s alright. I mean…
Lidewij: Well, there are many stairs. Steep stairs.
Hazel: I can do it.
Gus: You know, Hazel, we don’t have to…
Hazel: I can do it. Let’s go.
[they all go inside, as they walk inside they pass monitors showing the Nazi invasion of Holland with a vocal recording of Anne Frank’s diary, then they walk over to the first flight of stairs]
Lidewij: Shall we?
[as Hazel goes to pick up her oxygen tank]
Gus: Hazel, I’ll carry it if you want.
Hazel: I got it.
[they walks up the stairs with Hazel carrying her oxygen tank]
[as they reach the first room]
Lidewij: So this is the actual bookcase that hid the Frank family.
[they walk over to the next flight of stairs and Hazel goes to carry her oxygen tank]
Lidewij: I got it.
[Lidewij grabs the tank]
Hazel: Thank you.
[as Hazel starts walking up the stairs she stops, looking out of breath and weak, at the same time they hear a vocal recording of Anne Frank’s diary]
Anne Frank: [voice] We’re much too young to deal with these problems but they keep thrusting themselves on us until, finally, we’re forced to think up a solution.
[Hazel slumps against the wall]
Gus: You okay, Hazel?
Gus: Don’t worry, take your time.
[Gus turns to the people behind them]
Anne Frank House Visitor: Not a problem.
[Hazel forces herself to start to climbing up the stairs]
[as Hazel reaches the top and enters the room she leans against the wall]
Anne Frank: [voice] And yet, when I look up at the sky I somehow feel that everything will change for the better. That this cruelty, too, will end.
[Gus grabs hold of Hazel’s shoulders]
Gus: You okay?
[as they move along they come to a another staircase, which is like a ladder, Lidewij starts climbing up but Gus stops Hazel as she goes to climb up]
Gus: Hazel, I think, I think that’s enough. You don’t need… You know?
Hazel: Uh-uh. I got this.
[Hazel puts the bag holding her oxygen tank on her back, then as she goes to take the first step she hesitates]
Anne Frank: [voice] All is as it should be. God wishes to see people happy. Where there is hope…
[as Hazel starts to slowly climb up Lidewij offer her hand to help her]
Anne Frank: [voice] …there is life.
[Hazel takes Lidewij’s hand and she helps her up the last stair]
[as Hazel reaches the top floor and pulls herself through she slumps down]
Lidewij: Well done.
Gus: You okay?
Gus: This is it, look.
[Gus helps Hazel stand]
Hazel: Oh, yeah. Oh, my God.
[Lidewij hands her the oxygen tank]
[they walk further into the room and notice photos of the family on the wall]
Lidewij: The only member of the Frank family to survive was Otto. Anne’s father.
Anne Frank: [voice] At such moments I can’t think about the misery but about the beauty that still remains. Try to recapture the happiness within yourself. Think of all the beauty in everything around you and be happy.
[Gus and Hazel stare at each other for a moment then share their first kiss, the onlookers, including Lidewij, applaud them]
Hazel: [voice over] I fell in love with him the way you fall asleep, slowly, and then all at once.
[they enter Gus’s hotel room kissing, they stare at each other for a moment as they lie in the bed and then start kissing, as Hazel starts to undress him Gus looks nervous]
Gus: It just sort of, like, ends right above where the knee would be, and it tapers off.
Gus: My leg. You know, just so you’re prepared.
[Gus looks away, Hazel grabs his face and turns his face to her]
Hazel: Gus, get over yourself.
[she laughs as he pulls his shirt off, then as he goes to pull her t-shirt off it gets tangled in with her oxygen tube]
[Hazel starts laughing]
Hazel: I can’t, it’s stuck.
[they both laugh and Hazel manages to get her t-shirt off, takes the tube away from her nose and looks at Gus]
Hazel: I love you so much, Augustus Waters.
Gus: I love you too, Hazel Grace. So, so much.
[as they start kissing Hazel stops]
Hazel: Augustus, I can’t breathe.
Gus: It’s okay.
[Gus helps her to put her oxygen tube back under her nose]
Gus: Hazel. You’re so beautiful.
Gus: No, you’re so beautiful. I’m so lucky.
Hazel: I’m so lucky.
[they start kissing and make love for the first time; the next morning Gus wakes up, looks around for Hazel but she’s not there, Gus laughs to himself, then notices a note on the bedside table from Hazel which reads, “Dear Augusts,” then a drawing of a large circle labeled “Virgins” and a smaller circle labeled “18 year-old dudes with one leg” on the edge of the large circle, signed “Yours, Hazel Grace”, Gus smiles to himself]
[Gus and Hazel are having breakfast with Frannie at the their hotel]
Hazel: Oh, my God.
Gus: I can’t believe you called him “douchepants.”
Hazel: I know!
Frannie: You did?
Gus: How did you come up with that?
Hazel: I don’t know, it just came out. I was so angry.
Frannie: What a monster.
Hazel: Mom, it was awful.
Frannie: Then what happened?
Hazel: We just, we went to Anne Frank House.
Frannie: Oh, you did?
Gus: It was really awesome.
Frannie: Was that incredible?
Gus: It was so awesome.
Frannie: And after that?
Hazel: Oh, we just, we just walked around.
[Gus nods his head in agreement, Frannie looks at them for a moment]
Frannie: That sounds lovely.
Hazel: Oh, my gosh, we probably still have a few hours, right? Should we go to the Van Gogh Museum?
Frannie: Whatever you want.
Hazel: Probably don’t have time to do everything, but…
Frannie: You’re just going to have to come back, is all.
Hazel: Could you just not be ridiculous right now, please?
Frannie: Hazel, I’m not being ridiculous. I’m being positive.
Gus: Mrs. Lancaster?
Gus: Do you think Hazel and I can just have, just have like a little time alone?
Frannie: Sure, Gus. Um, I am going to run to the room and, uh, be ready whenever you guys want to do something.
[Frannie gets up and leaves; to Hazel]
Gus: Want to go for a walk?
[they walk for a while and then take a seat on a bench, Gus takes Hazel’s hand and looks like he’s struggling to tell her something]
Hazel: What is it?
Gus: So just before you went into the hospital, there was this, I felt an ache in my hip.
[Hazel closes her eyes for a moment knowing what he’s going to say]
Gus: So, I had a PET scan and it lit up like a Christmas tree. The lining of my chest, my liver, just everywhere.
[Hazel closes her eyes as tears start rolling down her face]
Hazel: I’m sorry. I should’ve told you.
[Hazel puts her head on Gus’s shoulder as she cries]
Hazel: It’s so unfair.
[Gus looks like he’s about to burst into tears]
Gus: Apparently, the world is not a wish-granting factory.
[Gus wipes his tears and turns to Hazel]
Gus: Hey, listen. Don’t you worry about me, Hazel Grace, okay? I’m going to find a way to hang around here and annoy you for a long time.
[they both chuckle softly]
Hazel: Are you in pain?
Gus: No. I’m okay.
[they look at each other for a moment]
Gus: I don’t suppose you can just forget about this? You know, just treat me like I’m not dying.
Hazel: I don’t think you’re dying, Augustus. You have just got a touch of cancer.
[Gus smiles at her]
Gus: Would it be absolutely ludicrous if we just made out? Right now?
[they start kissing; later as Hazel, Gus, and Frannie arrive at the airport, Frannie notices Michael waiting to pick them up holding up a sign saying “My beautiful family (and Gus)”, he then hugs Frannie and Hazel]
[in Gus’s room, Gus is lying on the couch getting his chemo with Hazel and Isaac sat near]
Hazel: So how are your eyes, Isaac?
Isaac: They’re good. They’re not in my head is the only problem. Besides that…
[Isaac chuckles and Hazel laughs]
Gus: Well, um, it appears my entire body’s made out of cancer now. So, sorry to one-up you, dude.
Isaac: Did you, uh, did you write his eulogy yet?
Isaac: What? There’s this thing…
Gus: I haven’t told her yet, Isaac.
Hazel: What are you talking about?
Isaac: Oh. Sorry.
Gus: I need speakers at my funeral. So, I was hoping that you and Isaac, but mostly you, would be, um, kind enough to whip something up.
Hazel: I would love to do that.
Gus: Thank you.
[Hazel kisses Gus]
Isaac: You guys are cute. Makes me sick.
Isaac: You guys are gross.
Hazel: Have you heard from Monica?
Isaac: Nope, not a thing.
Hazel: She hasn’t even texted you to make sure you’re okay?
Isaac: No, not once. Not once.
Gus: I hate that girl.
Isaac: But there are tons of other girls. You guys don’t have to worry about me. I’m like, in support group, there’s this new girl, and she has these humongous…
[Isaac gestures to his chest and Hazel laughs]
Hazel: How do you even know that?
Isaac: I’m blind, but I’m not that blind.
Gus: Hazel Grace?
Gus: Do you happen to have five dollars?
[Gus and Isaac are sat in the car waiting as Hazel returns from the store having bought some eggs]
Hazel: Okay, so, now what?
Isaac: Hey, guys? I smell eggs. That eggs?
[they go to Monica’s home and stand near her car]
Isaac: Is it there?
Gus: It’s there.
Isaac: I’m nervous.
Isaac: Is Monica in there?
Gus: It doesn’t matter where Monica is.
Gus: This is not about Monica. This is about you.
Isaac: I just feel like she’s going to be… Okay. Can I have an egg?
Gus: Hazel Grace, egg me.
[she hands Gus an egg carton]
[he takes Isaac’s hand to guide him to pick up an egg from the carton]
Isaac: Alright, here we go.
Hazel: You got this.
Gus: Alright, come on.
[Isaac throws the egg and completely misses the car by a mile and instead goes into a tree nearby]
Isaac: I didn’t hear anything. I didn’t hear anything…
Gus: It’s alright. A little more to your left.
Isaac: Wait, throw to my left, or should I aim a little left?
Gus: Aim left.
[Gus hands him another egg]
Hazel: Gus, I think we should wait until dark.
Gus: It’s all dark to Isaac.
Isaac: Dude, I’m, I’m not deaf. I’m just blind. So I can hear when you make fun of my disability.
Gus: I’m sorry.
Isaac: And I don’t love it.
Gus: I’m sorry.
Gus: Just throw.
Isaac: Where do I throw?
Gus: Just throw hard. Yes!
[Isaac throws the egg and it hits the bumper of the car]
Isaac: What? What? I hit it! I hit it!
[Isaac throws another egg which hits the car again setting off the car alarm]
Isaac: Now I know exactly where to line it up! That was so exhilarating!
[Isaac throws another egg]
Gus: Keep it going. Keep going…
Hazel: Keep throwing, keep throwing.
[Isaac keeps throwing the eggs at Monica’s car]
Isaac: Give me more, give me more, give me more!
[as he throws another egg, Monica’s mom comes out the front door and the egg lands just above her head on the front door]
Monica’s Mom: Oh!
Gus: Oh, Stop, stop, stop!
[Hazel stops Isaac from throwing anymore eggs]
Gus: Hello. Are you Monica’s mother?
Monica’s Mom: I am.
Gus: Hello, ma’am. Your daughter, she’s done a great injustice. So we’ve come here seeking revenge. You see, we may not look like much, but between the three of us, we have five legs, four eyes and two and a half working pairs of lungs. But we also have two dozen eggs, so if I were you, I would go back inside.
[looking confused Monica’s mom goes back into the house]
Isaac: Dude, it actually worked?
Isaac: That was the stupidest speech I’ve ever, that actually worked?
[Hazel hands Isaac the egg carton]
Hazel: There you go.
[as Isaac prepares to throw Hazel moves over to stand next to Gus]
Hazel: Hold on.
[Isaac starts throwing eggs at Monica’s car again]
Isaac: This feels so good!
[Hazel and Gus hold onto each other as they watch Isaac]
[Hazel gets a call from Gus in the middle of the night]
Gus: Hazel Grace.
Hazel: Hi. Oh, my God. Hi, hi. I love you. Oh, my God.
Gus: I’m at the gas station.
Hazel: You’re what?
Gus: Something is wrong. You got to, can you come? Can you come and help me?
[Hazel drives quickly to the gas station and gets out of her car]
Hazel: Gus! Gus.
[she goes over to Gus who’s sitting in his car crying]
Hazel: Babe, what’s going on?
[Gus lifts up his shirt to reveal an infection in his abdomen from the G-tube]
Hazel: Gus, it’s infected.
[Gus looks as though he’s going to vomit]
Hazel: Take a deep breath. Gus, I have to call somebody.
Gus: No, no. Please don’t call 9-1-1. Please. Don’t call my parents or 9, I will never forgive you if you call them.
Hazel: Gus, what are you doing here? What are you doing here?
Gus: I wanted to buy cigarettes. I don’t know what happened to my pack. I might have lost it or something, or they took it, but I just, I wanted to do something for myself, you know? I wanted to do it myself.
Hazel: Please, I have to call 9-1-1.
Hazel: I have to.
[Gus watches in tears as Hazel makes the call]
Hazel: Hi, 9-1-1? Um, we need an ambulance.
[Gus smacks his fists on the steering wheel in anger and desperation]
Gus: I hate myself!
[Hazel goes over to Gus as she speaks on the phone]
Hazel: My name is Hazel Grace Lancaster. Please hurry. We’re in a silver Jeep at the gas station.
[as the ambulance take Gus away]
Hazel: [voice over] I wish I could say that Augustus Waters kept his sense of humor until the end. That not for a single moment did his courage waver. But that is not what happened.
[Hazel rides in the ambulance with Gus who is moaning in pain]
Gus: It hurts so much. I’m so stupid.
[Hazel look at the EMT that’s sat in the ambulance with them for a moment]
Hazel: Baby, it’s okay. It’s okay.
Gus: Will you tell me a story?
Hazel: A story?
[Gus nods his head]
Gus: Or, like, a poem?
Hazel: Um, I do know, I know a poem.
Gus: Will you tell me it?
Hazel: “The Red Wheelbarrow” by William Carlos Williams. “So much depends upon a red wheelbarrow. Glazed with rain, water, beside the white chickens.”
[Hazel stops and looks at the EMT again for a moment]
Gus: That’s it? Is that all?
Hazel: No, no, no, of course not. Of course not. Um…
[closes her eyes thinking fast as she tries to come up with more words]
Hazel: “So much depends upon a blue sky, cut open by the branches of trees. And so much depends upon the transparent G-tube, erupting from the belly of the blue-lipped boy. So much depends on this observer of the universe.”
[Gus has fallen asleep as Hazel holds his head in between her hands]
[Gus’ mother sees Hazel sitting in the hospital waiting room and goes over to her, they hug each other]
Hazel: How’s he doing?
Gus’ Mom: He’s had a tough night, Hazel. His blood pressure’s low. His heart…
Hazel: What about the chemo?
Gus’ Mom: They are going to stop the chemo.
[she looks at Hazel with tears in her eyes]
Hazel: Can I see him?
Gus’ Mom: We’ll tell him you were here.
Gus’ Mom: Okay.
Hazel: Yeah. I’m just going to hang out for a while, if you don’t mind.
Gus’ Mom: Yeah, of course.
[she hugs Hazel and leaves her]
[Gus’s parents bring him home from the hospital and help him get out of the car and sit in a wheelchair]
Gus’ Mom: Take your time.
[Hazel is sat on the front porch steps waiting for them]
Gus’ Dad: Here we go, bud.
[Gus sits in his wheelchair]
Gus’ Dad: Good?
Gus’ Mom: Alright, sweetie.
Gus’ Dad: Okay.
[Gus’ father wheels him up towards the house, Gus smiles as he notices Hazel and she goes over to put her arms around him]
[Hazel takes Gus to Funky Bones for a picnic in his wheelchair, they sit on a picnic blanket and Hazel opens up a bottle of champagne as Gus sits quietly looking sad]
Hazel: What are you thinking about?
Gus: Oblivion. I know it’s kid’s stuff or whatever, but I always thought I would be a hero. I always thought I’d have a grand story to tell, you know? Something they’d publish in all the papers, and I mean, I was supposed to be special.
Hazel: You are special, Augustus.
Gus: Yeah, I know. But you know what I mean.
Hazel: I do know what you mean, I just don’t agree with you. You know this obsession you have with being remembered?
Gus: Don’t get mad.
Hazel: I am mad. I’m mad because I think you’re special, and is that not enough? You think that the only way to lead a meaningful life is for everyone to remember you, for everyone to love you. Guess what, Gus. This is your life, okay? This is all you get. You get me, and you get your family, and you get this world, and that’s it. And if that’s not enough for you, then I’m sorry, but it’s not nothing. Because I love you, and I’m going to remember you.
Gus: I’m sorry. You’re right.
Hazel: I just wish you’d be happy with that.
[Gus gets the champagne bottle and pours some into a plastic glass]
Gus: It’s a good life, Hazel Grace.
[Hazel nods her head]
Hazel: It’s not over yet, you know.
[she clinks her plastic glass to his and leans against his shoulder]
Hazel: Oh, Augustus.
[Hazel is lying in her bed in her room when she gets up and takes out a pressed flower from between the pages of her “An Imperial Affliction” book]
Hazel: [voice over] One of the less bullshitty conventions of the cancer genre is the convention known as the “Last Good Day”, when it seems like the inexorable decline has suddenly plateaued, when the pain is, just for a minute, bearable. 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.
[as Hazel is looking at her dried pressed flower she gets a call from Gus]
Hazel: Hello, Augustus.
Gus: Good evening, Hazel Grace. A quick question for you. Did you ever write that eulogy I asked you to prepare?
[she looks at the envelope containing the eulogy on her desk which is marked “Augustus”]
Hazel: I may have.
Gus: Do you think you could find your way down to the Literal Heart of Jesus in the next few minutes?
Hazel: Maybe. ls everything okay?
Gus: I love you, Hazel Grace.
[Gus ends the call, Hazel goes to leave when she sees her parents are setting up the table for dinner]
Hazel: Can I have the keys?
Frannie: Oh. Where you going? We’re going to eat something.
Hazel: I have to go.
Frannie: Hazel, you have to be hungry. You didn’t even eat lunch.
Hazel: I’m just not hungry.
Frannie: Have a little salad or something.
Michael: Hazel, you cannot not eat.
Hazel: I’m aggressively un-hungry!
Frannie: Hazel, I know Gus is sick, but you got to take care of yourself.
Hazel: Oh, this has nothing to do with Gus.
Frannie: Well, then you’ve got to stay healthy. Come on, just eat something, honey.
Hazel: “Stay healthy”? Okay, I’m not healthy, and I’m going to die! Do you realize that I’m dying, and you’re going to be here and you’re not going to have anyone to look after, or hover around, and you’re not going to be a mother anymore, and I’m sorry but there’s nothing I can do about that! So, can I please go?
Frannie: Why would you say that to me?
Michael: Hazel, do not…
Hazel: Because you said that!
Frannie: What are you talking about?
Hazel: In the ICU.
Frannie: Hazel, that’s not the truth. I was wrong. Alright? Even if you died…
Frannie: Even when you die, I’ll always be your mother. It’s the greatest thing I’ll ever be.
Hazel: That is my biggest fear, Mom. When I am gone you’re not going to have a life anymore. You’re just going to sit and you’re going to stare at walls, or you’re going to off yourselves or…
Michael: Hazel, honey, we’re not going to do that.
Frannie: Losing you, that is going to hurt like hell. But you of all people know it’s possible to live with pain. You just do it. I’m taking classes in social work.
Hazel: Wait, you’re what?
Frannie: Yeah, um, you know, if I can take what we’ve been through and help other people, maybe counsel families.
Hazel: Mom, how could you not tell me this?
Michael: We didn’t, we didn’t want you to feel abandoned.
Hazel: Feel abandoned? You guys, this is…
[Hazel starts crying and goes to hug Frannie]
Hazel: This is the best news.
Frannie: You go. Okay?
[Hazel holds on tightly to Frannie]
[inside the church Gus instructs Isaac where to walk]
Gus: Straight ahead, yeah. To your left, a little bit.
Isaac: That’s a step, right?
Gus: Yeah, put your hand out. There’s a podium to your right.
[Isaac steps up to the podium]
Gus: Yeah, perfect.
[Hazel enters and watches as Isaac stands behind the lectern]
[Hazel kisses Gus]
Isaac: You’re late.
Gus: How you doing? You look ravishing, Hazel Grace.
Hazel: I know, right?
[Hazel chuckles softly and sits in the pew next to Gus’s wheelchair]
Hazel: What’s going on, guys?
Isaac: Tell her, Gus.
Gus: I wanted to attend my own funeral. I mean, I’m hopeful that I’ll be able to attend as a ghost, but…
Gus: However, just in case it doesn’t work out, I decided to plan this pre-funeral.
[Gus indicates he’s ready for Isaac to begin his eulogy]
Isaac: Augustus Waters was a cocky son of a bitch. But we forgave him. Not because of his superhuman good looks, or because he only got nineteen years when he should’ve gotten way more.
Gus: Eighteen years, buddy.
Isaac: Dude, come on. Really? I’m assuming you have a little more time, you interrupting bastard. Interrupt me in the middle of my eulogy, you’re supposed to be dead.
Isaac: But, um, when the scientists from the future come to my house with robot eyes and they tell me to try them on, I’m going to tell those scientists to piss off, because Gus, I don’t even want to see a world without you. I don’t. I don’t want to see a world without Augustus Waters.
[Isaac looks a little emotional]
Isaac: Then, having made my point, I’ll probably put the robot eyes on, cause, you know, come on, they’re robot eyes. Sounds awesome.
[Gus and Hazel smile]
Isaac: And I don’t know. Um, I just, this is just so hard. Um, Godspeed.
Isaac: Hazel, can I get a hand here?
[Hazel gets up and helps Isaac step off the podium]
Hazel: To the right, a little bit.
[Isaac gets into one of the pews]
Hazel: Uh, yeah, and turn around. Sit down. There you go.
[Isaac sits, Hazel looks at Gus]
Gus: It’s down to you, Hazel Grace.
[Hazel takes her place on the podium, looks at Gus who smiles at her and rubs his hand together, she takes out a piece of paper and starts reading her eulogy]
Hazel: Hello. My name is Hazel Grace Lancaster and Augustus Waters was the star-crossed love of my life. Ours was an epic love story and I probably won’t be able to get more than a sentence out without disappearing into a puddle of tears.
[Hazel looks at Gus who smiles at her]
Hazel: Like all real love stories ours will die with us, as it should. You know, I’d kind of hoped that he’d be the one eulogizing me. Because there’s really no one else…
[Hazel softly laughs to herself]
Hazel: Yeah, no. Um, I’m not going to talk about our love story, because I can’t. So, instead, I’m going to talk about math. I am not a mathematician, but I do know this. There are infinite numbers between zero and one. There’s point-one, point-one-two, and point-one-one-two, and an infinite collection of others. Of course, there is a bigger infinite set of numbers
between zero and two, or between zero and a million. Some infinities are simply bigger than other infinities. A writer that we used to like taught us that.
[Hazel looks at Gus and he smiles knowingly]
Hazel: You know, I want more numbers than I’m likely to get. And, God, do I want more days for Augustus Waters than what he got.
[as she looks at Gus tears start rolling down her face]
Hazel: But, Gus, my love, I cannot tell you how thankful I am for our little infinity.
[Hazel starts crying as does Gus]
Hazel: Hold on.
[she tries to compose herself to carry on with the eulogy]
Hazel: You gave me a forever, within the numbered days. And for that, I am eternally grateful. I love you so much.
[Gus replies softly]
Gus: I love you, too.
[Hazel is asleep in her bed when she’s suddenly woken by the sound of the phone ringing]
Michael: Hello? Oh, my God…
Hazel: [voice over] Augustus Waters died eight days later in the ICU. When the cancer, which was made of him, stopped his heart, which was also made of him.
[Hazel’s parents walk into her room without a word and Hazel begins to cry, Frannie embraces her]
Hazel: [voice over] It was unbearable. The whole thing. Every second, worse than the last.
[Hazel is sat in her car in the parking lot in the pouring rain]
Hazel: [voice over] One of the first things they ask you in the ER is to rate your pain on a scale from one to ten. I’ve been asked this question hundreds of times and I remember once when I couldn’t catch my breath and it felt like my chest was on fire, the nurse asked me to rate the pain. Though I couldn’t speak, I held up nine fingers. Later, when I started feeling better the nurse came in and she called me a fighter. “You know how I know?” she said. “You called a ten a nine.” But that wasn’t the truth. I didn’t call it a nine because I was brave. The reason I called it a nine was because I was saving my ten. And this was it. This was the great and terrible ten.
[Hazel is in her room getting ready for Gus’s funeral and looks at herself in the mirror]
[Hazel and her parents attend Gus’s funeral]
Minister: “I will fear no evil, for You are with me. Your rod and your staff, they comfort me. You prepare a table before me in the presence of my enemies. You anoint my head with oil. My cup overflows. Surely, goodness and love will follow me all the days of my life, and I will dwell in the house of the Lord forever.” Augustus Waters fought hard for many years. His battle was a courageous one, and his strength,
[just then a man comes to stand behind Hazel]
Van Houten: What a load of shit, huh, kid?
[Hazel looks up in surprise to see Van Houten]
Minister: …was a source of inspiration for each and every one of us. Let us pray.
[everyone closes their eyes and bows their heads]
Minister: We thank You, Lord, for the life of Augustus Waters…
Van Houten: We need to fake pray now.
[Van Houten closes his eyes and bows his head]
Minister: …for his strength and his courage. Lord, we ask that You be with us today, that You be close, that You comfort his friends and family. Thank You for Your presence, Lord. All this we pray in Jesus’ name. Amen.
Minister: Now, we are going to hear from Gus’s special friend, Hazel Lancaster.
[Hazel walks up to the front to stand by Gus’s coffin]
Hazel: Not that it really matters, but I was his girlfriend.
[she places a pack of cigarettes on Gus’s coffin, she takes out her eulogy to read but looks at Gus’s parents who are crying and changes her mind]
Hazel: There’s a beautiful quote in Gus’s home that reads “if you want the rainbow, you have to deal with the rain.” Even in his last few days, um…
Hazel: [voice over] I didn’t believe a word.
Hazel: He was always able to crack a smile. And to make you feel better about the situation…
Hazel: [voice over] But that’s okay. I knew this was the right thing to do. Funerals, I’d decided, are not for the dead. They’re for the living.
[after the funeral is over the crowd walk over to their cars, Frannie and Michael join Hazel]
Frannie: Hey, you want some company?
Hazel: No, I’m okay. I’m just going to drive for a bit by myself. Love you.
[she hugs Frannie then turns to hug Michael]
Frannie: You spoke beautifully.
Hazel: I’ll see you soon. Drive safe.
[Hazel sits in her car for a moment then as she goes to put her seat belt on she hears Van Houten’s voice]
Van Houten: May I?
[Van Houten gets in the car and sits next to her]
Van Houten: Omnis cellula e cellula.
[he takes a swig from the flask he’s holding in his hand]
Van Houten: Your boy Waters and I corresponded quite a bit in his last days.
Hazel: Oh. So, you read your fan mail now?
Van Houten: I wouldn’t exactly call him a fan. He detested 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 cellula. “Life comes from life.”
Hazel: I’m really not in the mood.
Van Houten: You don’t want an explanation?
Hazel: No, I don’t.
[she leans over him and opens his door]
Hazel: Thank you. Have a great life.
[Van Houten closes the door]
Van Houten: You remind me of her.
Hazel: I remind a lot of people of a lot of people.
Van Houten: My daughter was eight. And she suffered beautifully for so long.
Hazel: She had leukemia like Anna?
Van Houten: Just like Anna.
Hazel: I’m very sorry for your loss.
Van Houten: And I’m sorry for yours. And sorry for ruining your trip.
Hazel: You didn’t ruin our trip. We had an amazing trip.
Van Houten: Are you familiar with the “Trolley Problem?” There’s a thought experiment in the field of ethics known as the “Trolley Problem.” Philippa Foot was an English philosopher…
Hazel: Oh, my God.
Van Houten: Hazel, I’m, I’m trying to explain something to you. I’m trying to give you what you wanted.
Hazel: No, you’re not! You are a drunk, and you’re a failure and I need you to get out of my car right now so that I can go home, and be by myself and grieve!
[Van Houten takes out a piece of paper and offers it to Hazel]
Van Houten: You’ll want to read this.
[Hazel who grabs it and crumples it in anger]
Hazel: I don’t want to read anything! Can you just get out of my car?
[Van Houten opens the car door and looks at Hazel for a moment]
Hazel: Please get out of my car!
Van Houten: Fine.
[Van Houten gets out, stands behind her car, as Hazel starts the car she looks at the side mirror and sees Van Houten raise his flask and takes a swig, Hazel drives off crying]
[Hazel is sat on the floor in her room when Michael knocks on the wall]
Michael: Can I come in?
[Michael comes over to sit next to Hazel]
Michael: I’m so, so sorry.
Michael: It was a privilege, though, wasn’t it? To love him?
[Michael puts his arm around Hazel and she leans into him]
Michael: Gives you an idea how we feel about you.
[Hazel smiles faintly then after a moment’s pause Frannie calls out to her]
Frannie: Hazel? There’s a friend here to see you.
[Hazel and Isaac sit out in her back garden]
Isaac: Do you know if it hurt or whatever?
Hazel: Apparently he was struggling for breath for a long time and then eventually he just went unconscious. It wasn’t great or anything. Dying sucks.
Isaac: Gus really loved you, you know?
Hazel: I know.
Isaac: He wouldn’t shut up about it.
Isaac: It was annoying. He talked about you so much.
[Hazel laughs softly]
Hazel: I didn’t find it that annoying.
Isaac: I know. I know you didn’t.
[Isaac puts his arm around Hazel]
Isaac: Did you get that letter from your author friend?
Hazel: Ew, he’s not my friend. How do you know about that?
Isaac: Well, I was talking to him at the cemetery and he said he came all this way to give that letter to you.
Hazel: Yeah, well, I’m over it. I have no interest in reading another word of that asshole’s again.
Isaac: No, he didn’t write it. Gus wrote it.
Isaac: Apparently Gus wrote something down and then sent it to Van Houten.
Hazel: Oh, my God.
[last lines; we see Hazel sat in her car uncrumpling the piece of paper Van Houten had given her and as she starts reading it we hear the words in Gus’s voice]
Gus: [voice over] Mr. Van Houten, I’m a good person, but a shitty writer. You’re a shitty person, but a good writer. I think we’d make a good team. I don’t want to ask you for 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. 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. But Hazel’s different.
[we see flashback to when they first met and a montage of their time together]
Gus: [voice over] 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? When Hazel was sick, I knew I was dying, but I didn’t want to say so. She was in the ICU, and I snuck in for ten minutes and I sat with her, before I got caught.
[we see flashback going into the ICU, sitting next to Hazel’s bed and he holds her hand]
Gus: [voice over] Her eyes were closed, her skin, pale. But her hands were still her hands. Still warm, and her nails were painted this dark blue-black color and I just held them. And I willed myself to imagine a world without us, and what a worthless world that would be.
[we see Gus kissing Hazel’s hand]
Gus: [voice over] 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. I love her.
[we see Hazel walking out in her backyard at night, she lies on the grass to reads Gus’s letter]
Gus: [voice over] God, I love her. I’m so lucky to love her, Van Houten.
[we see flashback to the first time they made love]
Gus: [voice over] You don’t get to choose if you get hurt in this world, but you do have a say in who hurts you. And I like my choices. I hope she likes hers. Okay, Hazel Grace?
[Hazel holds the letter close to her and looks up at the sky]
[she smiles and closes her eyes]
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