J. Rowling - Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them

Pickett gives Newt a sharp pinch from inside his pocket.

NEWT

Ouch!

Newt fishes Pickett out, holding him up on his hand as he walks through the various enclosures.

We see the Niffler sitting in a small enclave, surrounded by its various treasures.

NEWT

Right . . . I think we need to talk. See, I wouldn’t have let him keep you, Pickett. Pick, I would rather chop off my hand than get rid of you . . . After everything you have done for me—now come on.

Newt has reached the Thunderbird area.

NEWT

Pick—we’ve talked about sulking before, haven’t we. Pickett—come on, give me a smile. Pickett, give me a . . .

Pickett sticks out his tiny tongue and blows a raspberry at Newt.

NEWT

All right—now, that is beneath you.

Newt places Pickett on his shoulder and starts busying himself with various buckets of feed.

ANGLE ON A PHOTOGRAPH INSIDE NEWT’S SHED, which shows a beautiful girl—the girl smiles suggestively. Queenie stares at the photo.

QUEENIE

Hey, Newt. Who is she?

NEWT

Ah . . . That’s no one.

QUEENIE

(reading his mind)

Leta Lestrange? I’ve heard of that family. Aren’t they kinda—you know?

NEWT

Please don’t read my mind.

A beat as Queenie drinks the whole story out of Newt’s head. She looks both intrigued and saddened. Newt continues to work, trying hard to pretend Queenie isn’t reading his mind.

Queenie steps forward, closer to Newt.

NEWT

(angry, embarrassed)

Sorry, I asked you not to.

QUEENIE

I know, I’m sorry, I can’t help it. People are easiest to read when they’re hurting.

NEWT

I’m not hurting. Anyway, it was a long time ago.

QUEENIE

That was a real close friendship you had at school.

NEWT

(attempting to be dismissive)

Yes, well, neither of us really fitted in at school, so we—

QUEENIE

—became real close. For years.

In the background we see Tina, who has noticed that Newt and Queenie are talking.

QUEENIE

(concerned)

She was a taker. You need a giver.

Tina walks toward them.

TINA

What are you two talking about?

NEWT

Ah—nothing.

QUEENIE

School.

NEWT

School.

JACOB

(putting on his jacket)

Did you say school? Is there a school? A wizardry school here? In America?

QUEENIE

Of course—Ilvermorny! It’s only the best wizard school in the whole world!

NEWT

I think you’ll find the best wizarding school in the world is Hogwarts!

QUEENIE

HOGWASH.

A gigantic crack of thunder. The Thunderbird rises into the air screeching, flapping its wings vigorously, its body turning black and gold, its eyes flashing lightning.

Newt stands, examining the bird, concerned.

NEWT

Danger. He senses danger.

Graves Apparates in the shadows. Wand drawn, he slowly approaches the church, examining the scene of decimation. Rather than nervous, he seems intrigued, almost excited.

The place is destroyed—moonlight filters through gaps in the roof, and Chastity lies dead amid debris from the attack. Graves slowly enters the church, wand still drawn. Eerie sobbing can be heard from somewhere in the building.

Mary Lou’s body lies on the floor in front of him, the marks on her face visible in the moonlight. Graves considers the corpse: A realization dawning on his face—no horror, merely wariness and intense interest.

FOCUS ON CREDENCE, cowering at the back of the church, whimpering and clutching his pendant of the Deathly Hallows. Graves steps quickly toward him, bends down, cradling Credence’s head. However, there’s little tenderness to his voice as he speaks:

GRAVES

The Obscurial—was here? Where did she go?

Credence looks up into Graves’s face—he is utterly traumatized and unable to explain—his face a plea for affection.

CREDENCE

Help me. Help me.

GRAVES

Didn’t you tell me you had another sister?

Credence begins to weep again. Graves places a hand on his neck, his face contorting with stress as he tries to remain calm.

CREDENCE

Please help me.

GRAVES

Where’s your other sister, Credence? The little one? Where did she go?

Credence trembles and mumbles.

CREDENCE

Please help me.

Suddenly vicious, Graves slaps Credence hard across the face.

Credence, stunned, stares at Graves.

GRAVES

Your sister’s in grave danger. We need to find her.

Credence is aghast, unable to comprehend that his hero has hit him. Graves grabs him and pulls him up onto his feet as they Disapparate.

A deserted street. Graves, led by Credence, approaches a tenement building.

Inside, the building is miserable, dilapidated. Credence and Graves climb the stairwell.

GRAVES (O.S.)

What is this place?

CREDENCE

Ma adopted Modesty out of here. From a family of twelve. She still misses her brothers and sisters. She still talks about them.

Graves, wand in hand, looks around the landing—there are numerous darkened doorways stretching out in several directions.

Credence, still shell-shocked, has stopped in the stairwell.

GRAVES

Where is she?

Credence looks down—at a loss.

CREDENCE

I don’t know.

Graves becomes increasingly impatient—he’s so close to his goal. He marches forward into one of the rooms.

GRAVES

(contemptuous)

You’re a Squib, Credence. I could smell it off you the minute I met you.

Credence’s face falls.

CREDENCE

What?

Graves marches back along the corridor to try another room, his pretense of care for Credence all but forgotten.

GRAVES