J. Rowling - Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them

You have magical ancestry, but no power.

CREDENCE

But you said you could teach me—

GRAVES

You’re unteachable. Your mother’s dead. That’s your reward.

Graves points to another landing.

GRAVES

I’m done with you.

Credence doesn’t move. He stares after Graves, his breathing becoming shallow and quick, as though he’s trying to contain something.

Graves moves through the dark rooms. A tiny movement somewhere close.

GRAVES

Modesty?

Graves advances cautiously into a derelict schoolroom at the end of a corridor.

ANGLE ON MODESTY cowering in a corner, wide-eyed with fear and shaking as Graves approaches.

GRAVES

(whispering)

Modesty.

Graves bends down and puts his wand away—once again playing the soothing parent.

GRAVES

(gentle)

There’s no need to be afraid. I’m here with your brother, Credence.

Modesty whimpers with terror at the mention of Credence.

GRAVES

Out you come, now . . .

Graves extends his hand.

A faint jingle sounds.

ANGLE ON THE CEILING as cracks begin to appear, spreading like a spider’s web. Dust begins to fall as the walls shake uncontrollably, the room beginning to disintegrate around them.

Graves stands. He looks down at Modesty, but she is clearly terrified and not the source of this magic. Graves turns and slowly draws his wand, the wall in front of him collapsing as though turned to sand, revealing another wall ahead. Modesty is nothing to him now.

As each wall collapses in front of him, he is transfixed, elated, yet also aware that he has made a colossal error . . .

The final wall collapses. He is facing Credence, who stares at him, unable to control his fury, his sense of betrayal, his bitterness.

GRAVES

Credence . . . I owe you an apology . . .

CREDENCE

I trusted you. I thought you were my friend. That you were different.

Credence’s face begins to contort, his rage tearing him from within.

GRAVES

You can control it, Credence.

CREDENCE

(whispers, making eye contact finally)

But I don’t think I want to, Mr. Graves.

The Obscurus moves horribly beneath Credence’s skin. An awful inhuman growl comes out of his mouth, from which something dark begins to bloom.

This force finally takes over Credence, his whole body exploding into a dark mass that hurtles forward out the window, narrowly missing Graves.

Graves stands watching as the Obscurus zooms out and over the city.

We follow the Obscurus as it churns and twists through the city, wreaking havoc. Cars are sent flying, pavements explode, and buildings are demolished—the Obscurus leaves only destruction in its wake.

Newt, Tina, Jacob, and Queenie stand on the rooftop underneath a large SQUIRE’S sign. From the edge they have a clear view of the chaos going on below.

JACOB

(overstimulated)

Jeez . . . Is that the Obscuriathing?

Sirens sound. Newt is staring, registering the scale of the destruction.

NEWT

That’s more powerful than any Obscurial I have ever heard of . . .

A particularly loud explosion in the distance. The city beneath them is starting to burn. Newt thrusts his case into Tina’s hands and takes a journal from his pocket.

NEWT

If I don’t come back, look after my creatures. Everything that you need to know is in there.

He hands her the journal, barely able to make eye contact.

TINA

What?

NEWT

(looking back to the Obscurus)

They’re not killing it.

Their eyes meet—a moment full of what they might have said to each other—before Newt jumps from the roof and Disapparates.

TINA

(distraught)

NEWT!

Tina slams the case into Queenie’s arms.

TINA

You heard him—look after them!

Tina also Disapparates. Queenie shoves the case at Jacob.

QUEENIE

Keep holda that, honey.

She moves to Disapparate, but Jacob hangs on to her and she falters.

JACOB

No, no, no!

QUEENIE

I can’t take you. Please let go of me, Jacob!

JACOB

Hey—hey! You’re the one that said I was one of youse . . . right?

QUEENIE

It’s too dangerous.

A further massive explosion in the distance. Jacob tightens his grip on Queenie. She reads his mind and her expression changes to one of wonderment and tenderness as she sees what he went through in the war. Queenie is moved and appalled. Very slowly, she raises a hand and touches his cheek.

The scene is one of total chaos. Buildings are on fire, people scream and run in all directions, cars lie destroyed in the street.

Graves prowls through the square, oblivious to the distress around him, his focus concentrated on only one thing.

The Obscurus writhes at one end of the square, its energy angrier now—moving through layers of hurt and anguish, the products of isolation and torment—flecks of red light roaring from within. Credence’s face is just discernible within the mass, distorted, pained. Graves stands before it, triumphant.

Newt Apparates from farther down the street and watches.

GRAVES

(shouting to reach Credence over the almighty noise)

To survive so long, with this inside you, Credence, is a miracle. You are a miracle. Come with me—think of what we could achieve together.

The Obscurus moves closer to Graves—we hear a scream from within the mass as its Dark energy bursts out once more, knocking Graves to the ground. The force sends a shock wave around the square—Newt dives behind a fallen car for cover.

Tina Apparates into the square and takes cover by another burning vehicle close to Newt. They look at each other.

TINA

Newt!

NEWT

It’s the Second Salem boy. He’s the Obscurial.

TINA

He’s not a child.

NEWT

I know—but I saw him—his power must be so strong—he’s somehow managed to survive. It’s incredible.