J. Rowling - Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them

As the Obscurus screams once more, Tina makes a decision.

TINA

Newt! Save him.

Tina dashes out toward Graves. Newt, understanding, Disapparates.

Graves is moving nearer and nearer to the Obscurus, which continues to scream and wail at his presence. He takes out his wand, poised . . .

Tina runs into view behind Graves. She fires at him, but he turns just in time, his reactions marvelous, astounding.

The Obscurus now vanishes. Graves, thoroughly irritated, advances on Tina, deflecting her spells with perfect ease.

GRAVES

Tina. You’re always turning up where you are least wanted.

Graves summons an abandoned car, which whooshes through the air, forcing Tina to dive out of the way, just in time.

By the time Tina has gathered herself up from the ground, Graves has Disapparated.

A metallic map of New York City lights up to show areas of intense magical activity. Madam Picquery, surrounded by top Aurors, looks on, aghast.

MADAM PICQUERY

Contain this, or we are exposed and it will mean war.

The Aurors immediately Disapparate.

Newt race-Apparates as fast as he can across the tops of buildings in pursuit of the Obscurus.

NEWT

Credence! Credence, I can help you.

The Obscurus dives toward Newt, who Disapparates just in time, before continuing to chase it across the rooftops.

As he runs, spells explode around him, disintegrating the rooftops. A dozen Aurors have appeared, attacking the Obscurus from ahead, and almost taking out Newt, who leaps for cover, trying desperately to keep up.

The Obscurus veers to avoid the spells, leaving black, snow-like particles that drift across the rooftops as it retreats, screaming, and turns down another block.

In a particularly vigorous display, the Obscurus now rises dramatically up into the air, as spells in electric blue and white hit it from all angles. Finally it crashes to the ground and races along a wide, empty street—a black tsunami destroying anything in its path.

A line of policemen stand with their guns aimed at the terrifying supernatural force powering toward them.

Their faces turn from confused alarm to total panic as they see the mass swarming ahead, making straight for them. They fire their guns—their efforts futile in the face of such a seemingly unstoppable kinetic mass. Finally they disband, fleeing down the street, just as the Obscurus reaches them.

ANGLE ON NEWT, standing on top of a skyscraper looking out as the Obscurus rises up over the surrounding buildings and slams spectacularly into the ground just outside the City Hall subway entrance.

Sudden quiet. A pulsing, heavy, screechy breathing emanates from the Obscurus where it rests at the entrance.

Finally, as Newt watches, we see the black mass shrink to nothing, and the small figure of Credence descends the steps into the subway.

Newt Apparates into the City Hall subway, a long, mosaicked, Art Deco station tunnel that bears the signs of having been crossed by the Obscurus: The chandelier creaks, a few tiles have fallen. We can hear its deep breathing, cornered, like a frightened panther.

Newt creeps along the platform, trying to find the epicenter of the sound, as the Obscurus slides down the ceiling.

Aurors surround the entrance to the subway. Pointing their wands at the pavement and into the sky, they draw an invisible energy field around the entrance.

We hear more Aurors arrive, among them Graves—scanning, calculating, and immediately taking charge.

GRAVES

Bar the area. I don’t want anyone else down there!

As the magical field is almost complete, a figure rolls underneath it and dashes unseen into the subway—Tina.

Newt has reached the Obscurus in the shadows of a tunnel. Now much calmer, it gently swirls in the air above the train tracks.

Newt hides behind a pillar as he talks.

NEWT

Credence . . . It’s Credence, isn’t it? I’m here to help you, Credence. I’m not here to hurt you.

In the distance we hear footsteps, the pacing controlled, deliberate.

Newt moves out from behind the pillar and steps onto the train tracks. Within the mass of the Obscurus we can see a shadow of Credence, curled up, scared.

NEWT

I’ve met someone just like you, Credence. A girl—a young girl who’d been imprisoned, she had been locked away and she’d been punished for her magic.

Credence is listening—he never dreamed there was another. Slowly the Obscurus melts away, leaving only Credence, huddled on the train tracks—a frightened child.

Newt crouches on the floor. Credence looks to him, the tiniest trace of hope dawning in his expression: Might there be a way back?

NEWT

Credence, can I come over to you? Can I come over?

Newt slowly moves forward, but as he does so a sharp burst of light blazes out from the darkness and a spell strikes, throwing him backward.

Graves marches down the tunnel with intense purpose.

Credence begins to run as Graves fires further spells at Newt, who rolls out of the way toward the tunnel’s central pillars. From here, Newt tries to fire back, but his efforts are easily deflected.

Credence continues to lumber down the tracks but stops—a rabbit caught in the headlights—as a train approaches, its lights glaring from the darkness.