J. Rowling - Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them

The Swooping Evil has now expanded into a gigantic, spooky, but weirdly beautiful butterfly-esque reptile with skeletal wings. It continues to circle round and round the pool.

Pickett clambers onto Executioner 2’s arm and bites, startling and distracting her, giving Newt time to grab her arms and take aim with her wand. A spell fires, hitting Executioner 1, who drops to the floor, her wand falling into the pool. As it falls, the liquid rises up in viscous black bubbles, instantly engulfing the wand.

In reaction, Tina’s memories turn from good to bad: We see Mary Lou, pointing aggressively at Tina:

MARY LOU

Witch!

Tina, still enraptured by the pool, looks increasingly terrified. Her stool is lowering closer and closer to the liquid.

The Swooping Evil glides across the room, knocking Executioner 2 to the ground.

After a quick glance around, Jacob gives the door a hefty kick. It breaks open.

Jacob stands guard as Queenie runs in and grabs Newt’s case and Tina’s wand.

Tina snaps out of her reverie and screams:

TINA

MR. SCAMANDER!

The liquid has now turned to a black bubbling death potion. It rises up, surrounding Tina on her chair, almost engulfing her. Tina stands up to get away, almost falling off in her haste. She tries desperately to regain her balance.

NEWT

DON’T PANIC!

TINA

WHAT DO YOU SUGGEST I DO INSTEAD?

Newt makes a strange tutting sound, commanding the Swooping Evil to circle the pool once more.

NEWT

Jump . . .

Tina looks at the Swooping Evil—fearful, disbelieving.

TINA

ARE YOU CRAZY?

NEWT

Jump on him.

Newt stands on the edge of the pool, watching the Swooping Evil as it circles round and round Tina.

NEWT

Tina, listen to me. I’ll catch you. Tina!

The two make intense eye contact, Newt trying to reassure . . .

The liquid has now risen up in waves to Tina’s full height—she’s losing sight of Newt.

NEWT

(insistent, very calm)

I’ll catch you. I’ve got you, Tina . . .

Suddenly Newt cries out:

NEWT

Go!

Tina jumps in between two of the waves, just as the Swooping Evil passes. She lands on its back, only inches away from the swirling liquid, then hops quickly forward, straight into Newt’s open arms.

For a split second, Newt and Tina gaze at each other, before Newt raises his hand, recalling the Swooping Evil, which folds into a cocoon once more.

Newt grabs Tina’s hand and heads for the exit.

NEWT

Come on!

Queenie and Jacob march along the corridor with purpose.

An alarm goes off in the distance—other wizards hurry past them in the opposite direction.

The alarm blares out across the lobby.

Confusion reigns among the crowd—people gather in groups, nervously chattering, others scurry about, urgent, anxious.

A team of Aurors hurtles across the lobby, headed directly for the stairs leading down to the basement.

Newt and Tina, hand in hand, charge through the basement corridors.

Suddenly accosted by the group of Aurors, they turn, darting behind pillars, just missing the fired curses and spells.

Newt again sends out the Swooping Evil, which swirls overhead, flying in and out of pillars, blocking curses and knocking Aurors to the ground.

ANGLE ON THE SWOOPING EVIL using its proboscis to probe in one of the Auror’s ears.

NEWT

(making a clicking sound)

LEAVE HIS BRAINS, come on! Come on!

Tina and Newt run onward, the Swooping Evil flying after, blocking curses as it goes.

TINA

What is that thing?

NEWT

Swooping Evil.

TINA

Well, I love it!

ANGLE ON QUEENIE AND JACOB, walking briskly through the basement. Newt and Tina sprint around the corner and almost collide with them. The four stare at one another, panic on all their faces.

Finally, Queenie gestures to the case:

QUEENIE

Get in!

Graves moves down the stairs with urgency. For the first time, a look of panic on his face.

Queenie moves quickly across the lobby floor, trying desperately not to be conspicuous in her haste, but acutely aware of the need to leave.

A flustered Abernathy emerges from a crowd of wizards.

ABERNATHY

Queenie!

Queenie, poised at the top of the stairs, turns and composes herself.

Abernathy moves toward her, straightening his tie, trying to appear calm and authoritative—Queenie obviously makes him nervous.

ABERNATHY

(a large smile)

Where you going?

Queenie puts on an alluringly innocent expression and holds the case behind her back.

QUEENIE

I’m . . . I’m sick, Mr. Abernathy.

She coughs a little, widening her eyes.

ABERNATHY

Again? Well—what’ve you got there?

A beat.

Queenie thinks fast, her face quickly breaking into a breathtaking smile.

QUEENIE

Ladies’ things.

Queenie produces the case and innocently trots up the steps toward Abernathy.

QUEENIE

You wanna take a look? I don’t mind.

Abernathy is overcome with embarrassment.