Verona Prep student Rosaline interrogates classmate Cary about their involvement in the deaths of Romeo and Juliet.

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(The library. Cary appears.)

CARY: Rosaline? What are you doing in the library?

ROSALINE: I read books.

CARY: I haven't seen you in here since we did that peppermint shrimp project in seventh grade.

We totally should've won that science fair.

I still have some of the shrimp.

Well, not the same ones—their kids or grandkids or whatever.

But you're not here to talk about peppermint shrimp.

ROSALINE: No.

CARY: Hey, why didn't anyone want to partner with you this morning in Nurse Angelica's class?

ROSALINE: What?

CARY: Oh.

Maybe you didn't notice it.

My bad.

ROSALINE: Are you seriously asking why—

CARY: Did you do something to make them mad?

ROSALINE: They blame me.

CARY: For what?

ROSALINE: For what happened.

CARY: What happened?

ROSALINE: Are you really that out of it that—

CARY: I just try not to get involved.

ROSALINE: Um, really?

You're more to blame than me.

CARY: What?

ROSALINE: Shoot. Hold on a second.

(She pulls out her phone.)

I'm making a tribute video about Juliet and Romeo.

CARY: You are?

ROSALINE: You sold him the drugs.

CARY: What?

ROSALINE: Don't deny it—I know you did.

CARY: I—

ROSALINE: And it's not fair that everyone blames me and that nobody even—

CARY: I—

ROSALINE: You get to be all clueless and stoned and—

CARY: I'm not stoned!

ROSALINE: You're a total druggie, Cary.

CARY: No I'm not.

ROSALINE: Come on—you're always late to class or missing it entirely, and when you're here you're a huge space cadet, and everyone sees you popping pills right out in the open—I don't know why you haven't been expelled for—

CARY: I miss school because of the leukemia.

ROSALINE: What?

CARY: My leukemia?

ROSALINE: What are you talking about?

CARY: You didn't know?

ROSALINE: How would I—

CARY: And the pills I take are for that.

ROSALINE: You're not a drug dealer?

CARY: No!

ROSALINE: Then why did Romeo go to you to buy drugs then?

The word is that you've got all these drugs and—

CARY: I do have all these drugs. Because I have cancer.

ROSALINE: But you sold them to him.

CARY: ...

Yeah.

ROSALINE: So you're a drug dealer.

CARY: If I'm a drug dealer, then you're a mime.

ROSALINE: A mime?

CARY: In the fifth-grade talent show, you and Hilary—

ROSALINE: Doing a mime act one time for a stupid elementary school talent show doesn't—

CARY: And selling Romeo my fentanyl one time doesn't make me a drug dealer.

ROSALINE: Well. Regardless, you sold it to him, and if you hadn't—

CARY: If I hadn't, then my little brother wouldn't have been able to go to daycare, and if he hadn't been able to go to daycare, then my mom wouldn't have been able to go to work, and if she hadn't been able to go to work—

ROSALINE: What?

CARY: I'm not a drug dealer! I mean, I didn't sell them to Jack when she asked.

ROSALINE: What do you mean when Jack—

CARY: I don't sell drugs.

ROSALINE: What does Jack—

CARY: I mean, forget all the, I don't know, criminal aspects of it, I kinda need those pills to stay alive, you know? But my mom was freaking out that morning about daycare because our welfare check hadn't come because they're always late, even though they're like, legally supposed to get it to you on time—and Romeo'd never even spoken to me before, but then he was all up in my face and telling me that if I didn't sell it to him that he was going to call the cops and tell them that I tried to sell them to him, which is totally backwards—he was such a jerk.

ROSALINE: Wait—you think Romeo was a jerk?

CARY: Oh. Yeah. Sorry, I shouldn't say bad things about—

ROSALINE: No! You're the first person that doesn't seem to think he was a...god or something.

CARY: He was kind of a prick.

ROSALINE: Yeah.

He was.