J. Rowling - Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them

Tina is hurrying along, clutching the case. Streetlights start going out around her. She stops, feels something pass in the darkness—turns, staring, scared.

SENATOR SHAW

. . . and it’s true we have made some progress, but there is no reward for idleness. So just as the odious saloons have been banished . . .

A strange, haunting noise comes from the organ pipes at the back of the room. Everyone turns to look, the senator pauses.

SENATOR SHAW

. . . so now the pool halls, and these private parlors . . .

The strange noise gets louder.

Guests turn to look again. The senator seems anxious. People mutter.

Suddenly something explodes forth from underneath the organ. Something huge and bestial, although invisible, is soaring down the hall—tables fly, people are thrown, lights smash, and people scream as it carves a line toward the stage.

Senator Shaw is thrown backward against his own poster, raised up high, suspended for a moment in midair, before being brought down with a violent crash—dead.

The “beast” rips at his poster—a frenzied slashing with harsh, noisy breathing—before swarming back out from where it came.

Sounds of anguish and panic from the crowd as Shaw Sr. fights through the debris toward his son’s torn and bleeding body.

ANGLE ON SENATOR SHAW’S BODY, his face brutally scarred. Shaw Sr. looks devastated as he crouches beside his son.

ANGLE ON LANGDON, now on his feet, slightly drunk. Determined, perhaps triumphant:

LANGDON

WITCHES!

Focus on the gigantic dial showing the Magical Exposure Threat Level. The hand moves from SEVERE to EMERGENCY.

Tina, case in hand, runs up the lobby steps, past witches and wizards huddled in groups, whispering nervously.

HEINRICH EBERSTADT (V.O.)

Our American friends have permitted a breach of the Statute of Secrecy . . .

An impressive hall arranged like an old parliament debating chamber. Every seat is occupied by wizards from all parts of the world. Madam Picquery is presiding, Graves at her side.

The Swiss delegate is speaking.

HEINRICH EBERSTADT

. . . that threatens to expose us all.

MADAM PICQUERY

I will not be lectured by the man who let Gellert Grindelwald slip through his fingers—

A hologram image of Senator Shaw’s dead and twisted body floats high above the room, emitting a glowing light.

All heads turn as Tina hurries into the chamber.

TINA

Madam President, I’m so sorry to interrupt, but this is critical—

Echoing silence. Tina slides to a halt in the middle of the marble floor before realizing exactly what she’s walked into. The delegates stare at her.

MADAM PICQUERY

You’d better have an excellent excuse for this intrusion, Miss Goldstein.

TINA

Yes—I do.

(stepping forward to address her)

Ma’am. Yesterday a wizard entered New York with a case. This case full of magical creatures, and—unfortunately—some have escaped.

MADAM PICQUERY

He arrived yesterday? You have known for twenty-four hours that an unregistered wizard set magical beasts loose in New York and you see fit to tell us only when a man has been killed?

TINA

Who has been killed?

MADAM PICQUERY

Where is this man?

Tina sets the case flat on the floor and thumps the lid. After a second or two, it creaks open. First Newt, then Jacob emerges, looking sheepish and nervous.

BRITISH ENVOY

Scamander?

NEWT

(closing the case)

Oh—er—hello, Minister.

MOMOLU WOTORSON

Theseus Scamander? The war hero?

BRITISH ENVOY

No, this is his little brother. And what in the name of Merlin are you doing in New York?

NEWT

I came to buy an Appaloosa Puffskein, sir.

BRITISH ENVOY

(suspicious)

Right. What are you really doing here?

MADAM PICQUERY

(to Tina, about Jacob)

Goldstein—and who is this?

TINA

This is Jacob Kowalski, Madam President, he’s a No-Maj who got bitten by one of Mr. Scamander’s creatures.

Furious reaction from the MACUSA employees and dignitaries all around.

MINISTERS

(whispers)

No-Maj? Obliviated?

Newt is absorbed in the image of Senator Shaw’s body floating around the room.

NEWT

Merlin’s beard.

MADAM YA ZHOU

You know which of your creatures was responsible, Mr. Scamander?

NEWT

No creature did this . . . Don’t pretend! You must know what that was; look at the marks . . .

ANGLE ON SENATOR SHAW’S FACE.

ANGLE ON NEWT.

NEWT

That was an Obscurus.

Mass consternation, muttering, exclamations. Graves looks alert.

MADAM PICQUERY

You go too far, Mr. Scamander. There is no Obscurial in America. Impound that case, Graves!

Graves summons the case; it lands next to him. Newt draws his wand.

NEWT

(to Graves)

No . . . Give that b—!

MADAM PICQUERY

Arrest them!

A dazzling eruption of spells hits Newt, Tina, and Jacob, all of whom are slammed to their knees. Newt’s wand flies out of his hands, caught by Graves.

Graves stands and picks up the case.

NEWT

(magically restrained)

No—no—don’t hurt those creatures—please, you don’t understand—nothing in there is dangerous, nothing!

MADAM PICQUERY

We’ll be the judges of that!

(to the Aurors now standing behind them)

Take them to the cells!

ANGLE ON GRAVES watching Tina as she, Newt, and Jacob are dragged away—

NEWT

(screaming, desperate)

Don’t hurt those creatures—there is nothing in there that is dangerous. Please don’t hurt my creatures—they are not dangerous . . . Please, they are not dangerous!