SCENE 42
EXT. BROADWAY—NIGHT
Credence is walking alone through a worldly crowd of late-night diners and theatergoers. Traffic roars past. He is trying to give out leaflets but is met with only incredulity and faint derision.
The Woolworth Building looms ahead. Credence glances toward it with a hint of longing. Graves stands outside, watching Credence intently. Credence spots him, hope flickering across his face. Utterly enthralled, Credence moves across the street toward Graves, barely looking where he’s going—everything else is forgotten.
SCENE 43
EXT. ALLEYWAY—NIGHT
Credence stands, head bowed, at the end of a dimly lit alleyway. Graves joins him, moving in very close to whisper, conspiratorial:
GRAVES
You’re upset. It’s your mother again. Somebody’s said something—what did they say? Tell me.
CREDENCE
Do you think I’m a freak?
GRAVES
No—I think you’re a very special young man or I wouldn’t have asked you to help me, now would I?
A pause. Graves rests a hand on Credence’s arm. The human contact seems to both startle and captivate Credence.
GRAVES
Have you any news?
CREDENCE
I’m still looking. Mr. Graves, if I knew whether it was a girl or boy—
GRAVES
My vision showed only the child’s immense power. He or she is no older than ten, and I saw this child in close proximity to your mother—she I saw so plainly.
CREDENCE
That could be any one of hundreds.
Graves’s tone softens—he’s beguiling, comforting.
GRAVES
There is something else. Something I haven’t told you. I saw you beside me in New York. You’re the one that gains this child’s trust. You are the key—I saw this. You want to join the wizarding world. I want those things too, Credence. I want them for you. So find the child. Find the child and we’ll all be free.
SCENE 44
INT. GOLDSTEIN RESIDENCE, SITTING ROOM—HALF HOUR LATER—NIGHT
The catch on Newt’s case pops open. Newt reaches down and pushes it shut.
Jacob looks a little better for having eaten. He and Queenie are getting on famously.
QUEENIE
The job ain’t that glamorous. I mean, I spend most days making coffee, unjinxing the john . . . Tina’s the career girl.
(she reads his mind)
Nah. We’re orphans. Ma and Pa died of dragon pox when we were kids. Aw . . .
(reading his mind)
You’re sweet. But we got each other!
JACOB
Could you stop reading my mind for a second? Don’t get me wrong—I love it.
Queenie giggles, delighted, captivated by Jacob.
JACOB
This meal—it’s insanely good! This is what I do—I’m a cook and this is, like, the greatest meal I have ever had in my life.
QUEENIE
(laughing)
Oh, you slay me! I ain’t never really talked to a No-Maj before.
JACOB
Really?
Queenie and Jacob gaze into each other’s eyes. Newt and Tina sit opposite each other, uncomfortably silent in the presence of such affectionate behavior.
QUEENIE
(to Tina)
I am not flirting!
TINA
(embarrassed)
I’m just saying—don’t go getting attached, he’s going to have to be Obliviated!
(to Jacob)
It’s nothing personal.
Jacob is suddenly very pale and sweaty again, although still trying to look good for Queenie.
QUEENIE
(to Jacob)
Oh, hey, you okay, honey?
Newt briskly gets up from the table and awkwardly stands behind his chair.
NEWT
Miss Goldstein, I think Mr. Kowalski could do with an early night. And besides, you and I will need to be up early tomorrow morning to find my Niffler, so—
QUEENIE
(to Tina)
What’s a Niffler?
Tina looks put out.
TINA
Don’t ask.
(moving toward a back room)
Okay, you guys can bunk in here.
SCENE 45
INT. GOLDSTEIN RESIDENCE, BEDROOM—NIGHT
The boys are tucked up in neatly made twin beds. Newt is resolutely turned away on his side, while Jacob is sitting up, trying to make sense of a wizarding book.
Tina, wearing patterned blue pajamas, tentatively knocks on the door, and enters carrying a tray of cocoa. The mugs are stirring themselves—Jacob is captivated again.
TINA
I thought you might like a hot drink?
Tina carefully hands Jacob his mug. Newt remains turned away, feigning sleep, so Tina, with some frustration, pointedly places his cup on the bedside table.
JACOB
Hey, Mr. Scamander—
(to Newt, trying to make him friendlier)
Look, cocoa!
Newt does not move.
TINA
(irritated)
The toilet’s down the hall to the right.
JACOB
Thanks . . .
As Tina shuts the door, Jacob gets a quick glimpse of Queenie in the other room, wearing a much less demure dressing gown.
JACOB
Very much . . .
The moment the door closes Newt jumps up, still wearing his overcoat, and places his case on the floor. To Jacob’s utter astonishment, Newt opens the case and walks down inside it, now completely out of sight.
Jacob lets out a small scream of alarm.
Newt’s hand appears from the case, beckoning him imperiously. Jacob stares, breathing heavily, trying to process the situation.
Newt’s hand, impatient, appears again.
NEWT (O.S.)
Come on.
Jacob rallies himself, gets out of bed, and steps down into Newt’s case. However, he gets stuck at his waistline and tries hard to squeeze himself through, the case bouncing up and down with his efforts.
JACOB
For the love of . . .
With a final frustrated jump, Jacob suddenly disappears through the case, which snaps shut after him.