J. Rowling - Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them

NEWT

Absolutely not!

Newt takes out his wand and points it at the vault.

NEWT

Alohomora.

We watch the locks and cogs of the vault door turn.

Bingley comes around the corner, just as the vault door starts to open.

BINGLEY

(to Jacob)

Oh, so you’re gonna STEAL the money, huh?

Bingley hits a button on the wall. An alarm sounds. Newt aims his wand . . .

NEWT

Petrificus Totalus!

Bingley suddenly stiffens and falls back flat on the ground. Jacob cannot believe his eyes.

JACOB

Mr. Bingley!

The vault door opens wide.

MR. BINGLEY

(in his paralyzed state)

. . . Kowalski!

Newt hurries into the vault. Inside he finds the Niffler lying among hundreds of opened deposit boxes, and seated on a great pile of cash. The Niffler stares at Newt defiantly as it forces another gold bar into its already overflowing pouch.

NEWT

Really?!

Newt grasps the Niffler tightly and turns it upside down, shaking it by its hind legs. An extraordinary, and seemingly endless, number of precious items fall out.

NEWT

(to the Niffler)

No . . .

Jacob looks around him in disbelief, an almost queasy fear.

Despite their altercation, Newt is fond of the Niffler. He grins as he tickles its stomach, causing more treasure to pour out.

Footsteps on the stairs as several armed guards run down and into the vault corridor.

JACOB

(panicking)

Oh no . . . No . . . Don’t shoot. Don’t shoot!

Newt quickly seizes Jacob, and the two of them, plus the Niffler and case, Disapparate.

Newt and Jacob Apparate onto a side street. Security alarms ring out from the bank and, at the end of the side street, we see crowds gathering, police arriving.

Tina runs out of the bank and looks down. She sees Newt wrestling the Niffler back into the case, Jacob cowering by a wall.

JACOB

Ahhh!

NEWT

For the last time, you pilfering pest—paws off what doesn’t belong to you!

Newt shuts his case, then looks around at Jacob.

NEWT

I’m awfully sorry about all that—

JACOB

What the hell was that?

NEWT

Nothing that need concern you. Now unfortunately you have seen far too much, so if you wouldn’t mind—if you just stand there—this will be over in a jiffy.

Newt, trying to find his wand, turns his back on Jacob. Jacob takes the opportunity, seizes his case, swinging it violently at Newt, who is knocked to the ground.

JACOB

Sorry—

Jacob runs for his life.

Newt holds his head for a moment and looks after Jacob, who has hurried down the alleyway and into the crowd.

NEWT

Bugger!

Tina comes walking down the side street with purpose. Newt gathers himself, picks up the case, and, trying to be nonchalant, walks toward her. As he passes her, Tina grabs Newt’s elbow and Disapparates.

Newt and Tina Apparate into a cramped, bricked-up alleyway. We can still hear police sirens sounding in the background.

Tina, incredulous and out of breath, rounds on Newt:

TINA

Who are you?

NEWT

I’m sorry?

TINA

Who are you ?

NEWT

Newt Scamander. And you are?

TINA

What’s that thing in your case?

NEWT

That’s my Niffler.

(pointing at hot dog mustard still on Tina’s lip)

Er, you’ve got something on your—

TINA

Why in the name of Deliverance Dane did you let that thing loose?

NEWT

I didn’t mean to—he’s incorrigible, you see, anything shiny, he’s all over the place—

TINA

You didn’t mean to?

NEWT

No.

TINA

You could not have chosen a worse time to let that creature loose! We’re in the middle of a situation here! I’m taking you in.

NEWT

You’re taking me where?

She produces her official ID card. It bears her moving picture and an impressive symbol of an American eagle: MACUSA.

TINA

Magical Congress of the United States of America.

NEWT

(nervous)

So, you work for MACUSA? What are you, some kind of investigator?

TINA

(hesitates)

Uh-huh.

She stuffs her identification card back into her coat.

TINA

Can you please tell me you took care of the No-Maj?

NEWT

The what?

TINA

(becoming irritated)

The No-Maj! No-magic—the non-wizard!

NEWT

Oh, sorry, we call them Muggles.

TINA

(getting really worried)

You wiped his memory, right? The No-Maj with the case?

NEWT

Um . . .

TINA

(appalled)

That’s a Section 3A, Mr. Scamander. I’m taking you in.

She takes Newt by the arm and they Disapparate again.

An ornately carved, incredibly tall skyscraper on the corner of a bustling street—the Woolworth Building.

Newt and Tina hurry along Broadway toward this building, Tina almost dragging Newt by his coat sleeve.

TINA

Come on.

NEWT

Er—sorry, but I do have things to do, actually.

TINA

Well, you’ll have to rearrange them!

Tina forcefully guides Newt through the busy traffic.

TINA

What are you doing in New York anyway?

NEWT

I came to buy a birthday present.

TINA

Couldn’t you have done that in London?

They have arrived outside the Woolworth Building. Workers move in and out of a large revolving door.

NEWT

No, there’s only one breeder of Appaloosa Puffskeins in the world and he lives in New York, so no . . .

Tina moves Newt toward a side door, guarded by a man in a cloaked uniform.

TINA

(to the guard)

I got a Section 3A.