J. Rowling - Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them

Aurors move through the streets, performing Repairing Charms to rebuild the city: Buildings and cars are reconstructed and streets are returned to normal.

ANGLE ON LANGDON, standing in the rain, his expression softening, growing blank as the water runs over his face.

ANGLE ON POLICE looking at their guns, confused—why do they have them drawn? They slowly gather themselves, putting their weapons away.

Inside a small family home, a young mother looks on fondly at her family. As she takes a sip of water, her expression becomes blank.

Groups of Aurors continue to repair the streets, swiftly reassembling broken tram tracks, all traces of destruction finally disappearing. One Auror, passing a newsstand, enchants the papers, removing Newt’s and Tina’s mug shots and replacing them with banal headlines about the weather.

Mr. Bingley, the bank manager, stands in his bathroom taking a shower. As the water trickles over him, he too is Obliviated. We see Bingley’s wife, brushing her teeth, her expression vacant, carefree.

The Thunderbird continues to soar through the streets of New York, churning up more and more rain as he goes, his feathers shimmering a brilliant gold. Finally he glides into the breaking New York dawn, a magnificent sight.

As Madam Picquery looks on, the roof of the subway is swiftly repaired.

Newt addresses the group:

NEWT

They won’t remember anything. That venom has incredibly powerful Obliviative properties.

MADAM PICQUERY

(impressed)

We owe you a great debt, Mr. Scamander. Now—get that case out of New York.

NEWT

Yes, Madam President.

Madam Picquery begins to walk away, her pack of Aurors moving with her. Suddenly she turns back. Queenie, having read her mind, stands protectively in front of Jacob, trying to hide him.

MADAM PICQUERY

Is that No-Maj still here?

(on seeing Jacob)

Obliviate him. There can be no exceptions.

Madam Picquery reads the anguish in their faces.

MADAM PICQUERY

I’m sorry—but even one witness . . . you know the law.

A pause. She is uncomfortable at their distress.

MADAM PICQUERY

I’ll let you say good-bye.

She leaves.

Jacob leads the others up the steps of the subway, Queenie following close behind him.

Rain is still falling heavily, the streets now almost empty but for a few hardworking Aurors.

Jacob has reached the top of the steps and stands gazing into the rain. Queenie reaches out and grabs his coat, willing him not to move out into the street. Jacob turns to her.

JACOB

Hey. Hey, this is for the best.

(off their looks)

Yeah—I was—I was never even supposed to be here.

Jacob fights back tears. Queenie gazes up at him, her beautiful face full of distress. Tina and Newt, too, look incredibly sad.

JACOB

I was never supposed to know any of this. Everybody knows Newt only kept me around because—hey—Newt, why did you keep me around?

Newt has to be explicit. It doesn’t come easily.

NEWT

Because I like you. Because you’re my friend and I’ll never forget how you helped me, Jacob.

A beat.

Jacob is overcome with emotion at Newt’s answer.

JACOB

Oh!

Queenie moves forward up the stairs toward Jacob—they stand close.

QUEENIE

(trying to cheer him up)

I’ll come with you. We’ll go somewhere—we’ll go anywhere—see, I ain’t never gonna find anyone like—

JACOB

(bravely)

There’s loads like me.

QUEENIE

No . . . No . . . There’s only one like you.

The pain is almost unbearable.

JACOB

(a beat)

I gotta go.

Jacob turns to face the rain, and wipes his eyes.

NEWT

(starting after him)

JACOB!

JACOB

(trying to smile)

It’s okay . . . It’s okay . . . It’s okay. It’s just like waking up, right?

The group smiles back at him, encouraging, trying to soothe the situation.

Looking at their faces as he moves, Jacob walks backward into the rain. Turning his face to the sky, arms out, he allows the water to wash over him completely.

Queenie creates a magical umbrella with her wand and steps out toward Jacob. She moves in close, tenderly stroking Jacob’s face before closing her eyes and bending in to gently kiss him.

Finally she pulls slowly away, her gaze not leaving Jacob’s face even for a second. Then, suddenly, she’s gone, leaving Jacob standing, arms out, longingly embracing no one.

CLOSE ON JACOB’S FACE as he fully “wakes up,” blank faced and confused by his location and the torrential downpour he’s standing in. He finally moves off through the streets—a lonely figure.

An exhausted Jacob, surrounded by a crowd of similarly overalled production line workers, is leaving after a hard day’s shift. He carries a battered leather case.

A man walks toward him—Newt. They collide and Jacob’s case is knocked to the ground.

NEWT

So sorry—sorry!

Newt has moved swiftly and purposefully onward.

JACOB

(no recognition)

Hey!

Jacob bends to pick up his case and looks down, puzzled. His old case is suddenly very heavy. One of the catches flicks open of its own accord. Jacob smiles a little, and bends down to open the case.

Inside, the case is filled with solid silver Occamy eggshells, a note attached. As Jacob reads, we hear:

NEWT (V.O.)

Dear Mr. Kowalski, You are wasted in a canning factory. Please take these Occamy eggshells as collateral for your bakery. A well-wisher.

CLOSE ON NEWT’S FEET as he walks through the crowds.

Newt is preparing to leave New York, overcoat on, Hufflepuff scarf around his neck, case tied up tightly with string.

Tina walks alongside him. They stop before the boarding gate. Tina looks anxious.