SCENE 89
EXT. DEPARTMENT STORE—NIGHT
WIDE SHOT OF A DEPARTMENT STORE, its windows full of glamorously dressed mannequins.
Jacob approaches the shop windows, staring at a handbag which, seemingly of its own accord, is sliding down the arm of a mannequin. Newt, Tina, and Queenie hurry up behind him and watch as the bag hovers in midair and floats off into the store.
SCENE 90
INT. DEPARTMENT STORE—NIGHT
A well-presented department store decorated for Christmas, with aisles full of expensive jewelry, shoes, hats, and perfume. The place is shut down for the night, all the lights are off, no noises can be heard.
We see the handbag float down the central aisle, accompanied by small grunting noises.
Newt and the group quickly tiptoe through the store, coming to hide behind a large plastic Christmas display. They eye-up the floating handbag.
NEWT
(whispers)
So Demiguises are fundamentally peaceful, but they can give a nasty nip if provoked.
The Demiguise itself appears—a silvery-haired orangutan-like creature, with a curious, wizened face—clambering over a display to reach a box of sweets.
NEWT
(to Jacob and Queenie)
You two . . . head that way.
They start moving.
NEWT
And try very hard not to be predictable.
Jacob and Queenie exchange perplexed glances before heading off.
A small roar can be heard in the distance.
ANGLE ON THE DEMIGUISE, which, on hearing the sound, looks up toward the ceiling, before continuing to gather sweets, now shoveling them into its handbag.
TINA (O.S.)
(regarding the roar)
Was that the Demiguise?
NEWT
No, I think it might be the reason that the Demiguise is here.
ANGLE ON NEWT AND TINA, moving swiftly down an aisle toward the Demiguise, which is now moving away through the store.
Realizing it’s been spotted, the Demiguise turns and looks at Newt quizzically before moving up a set of side stairs. Newt smiles and moves to follow.
SCENE 91
INT. DEPARTMENT STORE, ATTIC STOREROOM—NIGHT
A huge, dark attic space, full floor to ceiling with shelves packed with boxes of china: Dinner services, teacups, and general kitchenware.
The Demiguise walks along the attic in a patch of moonlight. It glances around before stopping and emptying its handbag full of confectionery.
NEWT (O.S.)
Its sight operates on probability, so it can foresee the most likely immediate future.
Newt comes into view, creeping up behind the Demiguise.
TINA (O.S.)
So what’s it doing now?
NEWT
It’s babysitting.
The Demiguise holds up one of the sweets, seeming to offer it up to someone or something.
TINA
What did you just say—?
NEWT
(calm and whispered)
This is my fault. I thought I had them all—but I must have miscounted.
Jacob and Queenie enter quietly. Newt moves calmly forward and kneels beside the Demiguise, which makes space for him in front of the sweets. Newt carefully places his case down.
ANGLE ON TINA—a shift of light reveals the scales of a large creature, hiding in the rafters of the attic. Tina looks up in horror.
TINA
It was babysitting that?
ANGLE ON THE CEILING as the face of an Occamy comes into view—just like the small, blue, snake-like birds seen in the case, but this Occamy is huge, coiled round and round itself to fill the entire attic roof space.
The Occamy moves slowly down toward Newt and the Demiguise, which again offers up a sweet. Newt remains very still.
NEWT
Occamies are choranaptyxic. So they—grow—to fill—available—space.
The Occamy spots Newt, and cranes its head toward him. Newt holds up a hand, gently:
NEWT
Mummy’s here.
ANGLE ON THE DEMIGUISE, whose eyes flash a brilliant blue—a sign that it’s having a premonition.
FLASH CUTS:
A Christmas bauble rolls across the floor; the Occamy is panicking, Newt clasping its back, being flung about the room; the Demiguise is suddenly on Jacob’s back.
BACK TO THE DEMIGUISE as its eyes turn back to brown.
Queenie moves slowly forward, staring at the Occamy. As she does so, she accidentally kicks a tiny glass bauble on the floor, which jingles as it rolls. At the sound, the Occamy rears up, screeching. Newt tries to calm the large creature:
NEWT
Whoa! Whoa!
Jacob and Queenie stagger backward to find cover. The Demiguise runs away and jumps into Jacob’s arms.
The Occamy swoops, scooping Newt up onto its back as it violently thrashes about the attic, sending shelves flying. Newt shouts out:
NEWT
Right, we need an insect, any kind of insect—and a teapot! Find a teapot!
Tina army-crawls through the chaos, dodging falling items, trying to find what Newt has asked for.
The wings of the Occamy crash down to the floor, narrowly missing Jacob as he stumbles around, encumbered by the Demiguise now clinging to his back.
Newt finds it harder and harder to hold on as the Occamy becomes more and more distressed, its wings now thrashing upward, destroying the roof of the building.
Jacob turns, he and the Demiguise spotting a stray cockroach on a crate. Jacob reaches his hand up to grab it, when part of the Occamy crashes down, destroying the crate and his chance.
ANGLE ON TINA, crawling across the floor with great determination, in hot pursuit of a cockroach.
ANGLE ON QUEENIE, who screams as she’s knocked to the floor by the force of the Occamy. Jacob runs up behind her and dives forward, flat onto the floor, finally laying claim to a cockroach.
Tina stands clutching a teapot and screaming:
TINA
Teapot!
At this noise, the Occamy rears its head once more, causing its tail to writhe, squashing and pinning Jacob—with the Demiguise—against one of the rafters.
Jacob and Tina are now at opposite ends of the room, neither daring to move, swaths of Occamy scales between them.
ANGLE ON JACOB AND THE DEMIGUISE—the Demiguise looks shiftily up to the side and promptly vanishes. Jacob slowly turns to follow the Demiguise’s gaze—the Occamy’s face is inches away from his own, staring with full intensity at the cockroach in his hand. Jacob barely dares to breathe.
Newt peers around from behind the Occamy’s head and whispers:
NEWT
Roach in teapot . . .
Jacob gulps, trying not to make eye contact with the huge creature next to him.
JACOB
(trying to soothe the Occamy)
Shhhhh!
Jacob widens his eyes at Tina, warning her of his intent.
IN SLOW MOTION:
Jacob throws the roach. We watch it soar through the air as the Occamy’s body begins to move once more, uncurling and swirling around the room.
Newt jumps from the Occamy’s back, landing safely on the floor, while Queenie takes cover, placing a colander over her head.
Tina runs, teapot outstretched, hurdling the Occamy coils as she goes—an heroic sight. She lands on her knees in the center of the room, the cockroach falling perfectly into the teapot.
The Occamy rears up, shrinking rapidly as it rises, before diving down headfirst. Tina lowers her head, bracing herself for a hit. The Occamy races down toward the teapot and glides seamlessly inside.
Newt leaps forward and jams a lid on top of the teapot. He and Tina breathe heavily: Relief.
NEWT
Choranaptyxic. They also shrink to fit the available space.
ANGLE INSIDE THE TEAPOT, the now tiny Occamy gobbling down its cockroach.
TINA
Tell me the truth—was that everything that came out of the case?
NEWT
That’s everything—and that’s the truth.
SCENE 92
INT. NEWT’S CASE—SHORTLY AFTERWARD—NIGHT
Jacob holds the Demiguise’s hand, leading it through its enclosure.
NEWT (O.S.)
Here she comes.
Jacob lifts the Demiguise up and into its nest.
JACOB
(to the Demiguise)
Happy to be home? Bet you’re exhausted, buddy. Come on—there you go—that’s right.
Tina is tentatively holding the baby Occamy. Supervised by Newt, she places it gently into its nest.
HOLD ON TINA as she looks around at the Erumpent, now stamping through her enclosure. Tina’s face is full of wonder and admiration. Jacob chuckles at her expression.
Pickett gives Newt a sharp pinch from inside his pocket.
NEWT
Ouch!
Newt fishes Pickett out, holding him up on his hand as he walks through the various enclosures.
We see the Niffler sitting in a small enclave, surrounded by its various treasures.
NEWT
Right . . . I think we need to talk. See, I wouldn’t have let him keep you, Pickett. Pick, I would rather chop off my hand than get rid of you . . . After everything you have done for me—now come on.
Newt has reached the Thunderbird area.
NEWT
Pick—we’ve talked about sulking before, haven’t we. Pickett—come on, give me a smile. Pickett, give me a . . .
Pickett sticks out his tiny tongue and blows a raspberry at Newt.
NEWT
All right—now, that is beneath you.
Newt places Pickett on his shoulder and starts busying himself with various buckets of feed.
ANGLE ON A PHOTOGRAPH INSIDE NEWT’S SHED, which shows a beautiful girl—the girl smiles suggestively. Queenie stares at the photo.
QUEENIE
Hey, Newt. Who is she?
NEWT
Ah . . . That’s no one.
QUEENIE
(reading his mind)
Leta Lestrange? I’ve heard of that family. Aren’t they kinda—you know?
NEWT
Please don’t read my mind.
A beat as Queenie drinks the whole story out of Newt’s head. She looks both intrigued and saddened. Newt continues to work, trying hard to pretend Queenie isn’t reading his mind.
Queenie steps forward, closer to Newt.
NEWT
(angry, embarrassed)
Sorry, I asked you not to.
QUEENIE
I know, I’m sorry, I can’t help it. People are easiest to read when they’re hurting.
NEWT
I’m not hurting. Anyway, it was a long time ago.
QUEENIE
That was a real close friendship you had at school.
NEWT
(attempting to be dismissive)
Yes, well, neither of us really fitted in at school, so we—
QUEENIE
—became real close. For years.
In the background we see Tina, who has noticed that Newt and Queenie are talking.
QUEENIE
(concerned)
She was a taker. You need a giver.
Tina walks toward them.
TINA
What are you two talking about?
NEWT
Ah—nothing.
QUEENIE
School.
NEWT
School.
JACOB
(putting on his jacket)
Did you say school? Is there a school? A wizardry school here? In America?
QUEENIE
Of course—Ilvermorny! It’s only the best wizard school in the whole world!
NEWT
I think you’ll find the best wizarding school in the world is Hogwarts!
QUEENIE
HOGWASH.
A gigantic crack of thunder. The Thunderbird rises into the air screeching, flapping its wings vigorously, its body turning black and gold, its eyes flashing lightning.
Newt stands, examining the bird, concerned.
NEWT
Danger. He senses danger.
SCENE 93
EXT. SECOND SALEM CHURCH—NIGHT
Graves Apparates in the shadows. Wand drawn, he slowly approaches the church, examining the scene of decimation. Rather than nervous, he seems intrigued, almost excited.
SCENE 94
INT. SECOND SALEM CHURCH—NIGHT
The place is destroyed—moonlight filters through gaps in the roof, and Chastity lies dead amid debris from the attack. Graves slowly enters the church, wand still drawn. Eerie sobbing can be heard from somewhere in the building.
Mary Lou’s body lies on the floor in front of him, the marks on her face visible in the moonlight. Graves considers the corpse: A realization dawning on his face—no horror, merely wariness and intense interest.
FOCUS ON CREDENCE, cowering at the back of the church, whimpering and clutching his pendant of the Deathly Hallows. Graves steps quickly toward him, bends down, cradling Credence’s head. However, there’s little tenderness to his voice as he speaks:
GRAVES
The Obscurial—was here? Where did she go?
Credence looks up into Graves’s face—he is utterly traumatized and unable to explain—his face a plea for affection.
CREDENCE
Help me. Help me.
GRAVES
Didn’t you tell me you had another sister?
Credence begins to weep again. Graves places a hand on his neck, his face contorting with stress as he tries to remain calm.
CREDENCE
Please help me.
GRAVES
Where’s your other sister, Credence? The little one? Where did she go?
Credence trembles and mumbles.
CREDENCE
Please help me.
Suddenly vicious, Graves slaps Credence hard across the face.
Credence, stunned, stares at Graves.
GRAVES
Your sister’s in grave danger. We need to find her.
Credence is aghast, unable to comprehend that his hero has hit him. Graves grabs him and pulls him up onto his feet as they Disapparate.