SCENE 49
EXT. PARIS—DAY
Establishing shot.
SCENE 50
EXT. PLACE DE FURSTEMBERG—MORNING
QUEENIE approaches the trees in the middle of the square. She coughs. The roots of the trees rise up and form a birdcage elevator around her, which descends into the earth.
SCENE 51
INT. MINISTÈRE DES AFFAIRES MAGIQUES, MAIN LEVEL—MORNING
QUEENIE descends into the beautiful Art Nouveau French Ministry of Magic, its domed ceiling patterned with constellations. QUEENIE approaches reception.
RECEPTIONIST
Bienvenue au Ministère des Affaires Magiques.
QUEENIE
I’m sorry, I don’t know what you just said at all—
RECEPTIONIST
Welcome to the French Ministry of Magic. What is your business, please?
QUEENIE
(loudly and slowly)
I need to speak to Tina Goldstein, she’s an American Auror working on a case here—
The RECEPTIONIST flicks through a few pages.
RECEPTIONIST
We have no Tina Goldstein here.
QUEENIE
No, it’s . . . I’m sorry there must be some sort of mistake. See, I know she’s in Paris, she sent me a postcard. I brought it, I can show it to you. Maybe you can help me find her here?
QUEENIE reaches for her suitcase, which falls open.
QUEENIE
It’s just in here. Oh rabbits! If you can just wait one moment! I know it’s in here somewhere. I definitely packed it. Where is it?
As the RECEPTIONIST gives a Gallic shrug, a genteel ELDERLY LADY crosses into the shot behind QUEENIE. She has a distinctive bag in her hands—we follow her into the elevator—where ROSIER stands waiting. As the doors close, the ELDERLY LADY transforms into ABERNATHY and he pulls out an elaborate box . . .
SCENE 52
EXT. PARIS BACK STREET—DAY
QUEENIE stands sadly on the street, holding an umbrella. Then—a double take—did she just see NEWT and JACOB hurrying from one side street into another?
JACOB
Could we at least stop for a coffee, or like a—
NEWT
Not now, Jacob.
JACOB
I don’t know.
NEWT
This way. Come on.
JACOB
Pain au chocolat? Half a croissant, or like, a bonbon?
NEWT
This way.
QUEENIE sets off down the street, trotting in her haste to catch up with NEWT and JACOB.
We follow her, drawing ever closer, as she chooses from a bewildering number of side alleys. So absorbed is she in trying to follow NEWT and JACOB—she can now “hear” JACOB’S thoughts.
QUEENIE
(calls aloud, joyful)
Jacob! Jacob?
But he has gone. Exhausted and lonely, QUEENIE drops down to the curb in the rain, deafened by the clamor of the thoughts of those in the crowd around her.
A hand falls onto QUEENIE’S shoulder. She turns, beaming. Her expression turns to puzzlement.
ROSIER
Madame? Tout va bien, Madame?
SCENE 53
EXT. BIRD MARKET—LATER THAT DAY
CREDENCE and NAGINI walk into shot, looking around. CREDENCE steals birdseed as he passes a stall.
GRIMMSON watches them, unnoticed.
SCENE 54
EXT. RUE PHILIPPE LORAND—SHORTLY AFTERWARD—DAY
CREDENCE and NAGINI peer around the corner at the distant Number Eighteen. A light shines in the attic. A shadow moves in front of it.
CREDENCE
(scared)
She’s home.
Now he is here, he is rooted to the spot. He dare not proceed. NAGINI prizes his hand from behind his back.
She leads him across the road.
SCENE 55
EXT. REAR OF 18 RUE PHILIPPE LORAND—MINUTES LATER—DAY
A door stands open into the yard. They slide through it into a servants’ passageway. NAGINI’S nostrils flare. Her eyes dart around. There is something wrong. They proceed toward the stairs.
SCENE 56
INT. 18 RUE PHILIPPE LORAND, LANDING OUTSIDE MAID’S ROOM—DAY
CREDENCE and NAGINI reach the landing. A door stands ajar. A shadow cast by lamplight: what seems to be a woman, sewing. The shadow pauses in its work. NAGINI is edgy, nervous, looking around.
IRMA (O.S.)
Qui est là?
CREDENCE can neither move nor speak. NAGINI realizes this.
NAGINI
C’est votre fils, madame.
She takes CREDENCE’S hand and pulls him gently into the room. Mended and freshly washed clothing hang from racks on the ceiling. They can see the shadow of a woman. NAGINI’S senses are hyperalert. She can smell danger. The shadow stands.
IRMA
Qui êtes-vous?
CREDENCE
(whispers, terrified)
Are you Irma? Are you . . . ? Are you Irma Dugard?
No response. They move through the hanging fabric toward her.
CREDENCE
I’m sorry. Your name is on my adoption paper. Does this make sense? You gave me to Mrs. Barebone in New York.
A beat.
A tiny hand pushes the last piece of fabric aside. There stands IRMA: half-elf, half-human. CREDENCE’S face reveals confusion, awful disappointment.
IRMA
(to CREDENCE)
I am not your mother. I was only a servant.
(smiling)
You were such a beautiful baby. And you are a beautiful man. I have missed you.
ANGLE ON GRIMMSON, watching them from a doorway.
CREDENCE
Why didn’t they want me? But why is your name on my adoption paper?
IRMA
I took you to Mrs. Barebone because she was supposed to look after you.
NAGINI’S fear is increasing.
ANGLE ON THE DARK WALL BEHIND SWATHES OF FABRIC.
The perfectly camouflaged GRIMMSON emerges from the wall, raises his wand, aims for the silhouetted figures, and dispatches a Killing Curse that sears through the sheets and clothing, leaving smoldering holes. We hear a body fall. NAGINI screams. CREDENCE’S shadow has vanished.
Grinning, certain of triumph, GRIMMSON slashes away the smoking fabric until he stands facing—
IRMA, dead on the floor, and NAGINI, who backs away from him. Slowly, his grin fading, GRIMMSON looks up at the ceiling. The Obscurus is swirling there like thick black smoke.
In a flash, GRIMMSON conjures a domed Shield Charm around himself and IRMA’S body.
And the Obscurus dives, pelting the Shield Charm like a million bullets, rising and re-forming and diving again, but though the magical barrier trembles, it is not broken.
Now the Obscurus expands in fury, smashing apart the attic like a tornado.
GRIMMSON smiles up at the Obscurus: We’ll meet again. He Disapparates.
Mingling with the debris of the destroyed attic, the Obscurus slams inward and CREDENCE re-forms. He stands looking down at the tiny body.
SCENE 57
EXT. ALLEYWAY—AFTERNOON
Fresh from IRMA’S murder, GRIMMSON stands in a covered alleyway beneath a bridge over the Seine. GRINDELWALD appears.
GRIMMSON
She’s dead.
GRINDELWALD walks toward him and halts when they are face-to-face.
GRINDELWALD
How did the boy take it?
GRIMMSON
(shrugging)
He’s sensitive. The Ministry won’t be happy when I tell them I’ve missed. They know my reputation.
GRINDELWALD
Listen to me. The disapproval of cowards is praise to the brave. Your name will be written in glory when wizards rule the world. And the clock is ticking faster. You watch over Credence. Keep him safe. For the greater good.
GRIMMSON
For the greater good.
SCENE 58
EXT. PARISIAN CAFÉ—EVENING
A pair of lovers sit over coffee. NEWT is scanning every man who leaves the café, checking the reaction of the feather trapped beneath the glass. JACOB stares at the lovers.
JACOB
You know what I miss about Queenie? Everything. I even miss the stuff that drove me nuts. Like the mind reading . . .
(he notices NEWT’S inattention)
. . . I was lucky to have someone like her even interested in anything I thought. You know what I mean?
A beat.
NEWT
Sorry?
JACOB
I was saying, you’re sure the guy is here that we’re looking for?
NEWT
Definitely. The feather says so.
SCENE 59
INT. PARISIAN CAFÉ, BATHROOM—EVENING
A cramped and dirty bathroom. KAMA stares into the mirror, his featherless fedora perched on the tap. Suddenly his face twitches. He raises his bandaged hand to his eye and rubs it, shaking his head. He removes his hand and stares at his reflection. We close in. A tiny tentacle is visible at the corner of his eye. He whimpers in distress and gropes in his suit pocket for a small bottle of bright green liquid, which he drops into his eye with a dropper.
Another whimper of pain as the tentacle withdraws. He looks at his reflection. It seems normal. He puts his hat back on and leaves.
SCENE 60
INT. PARISIAN CAFÉ—EVENING
KAMA leaves the café. The feather points at him. NEWT lets it out and it flies to KAMA’S hat.
JACOB
Is that the guy we’re looking for?
NEWT
Yes.
NEWT and JACOB jump up to confront him.
NEWT
(to KAMA)
Er—bonjour. Bonjour, monsieur.
KAMA makes to carry on walking, ignoring NEWT.
NEWT
Oh wait, no, sorry. We were . . . we were actually just wondering if you’d come across a friend of ours?
JACOB
Tina Goldstein.
KAMA
Monsieur, Paris is a large city.
NEWT
She’s an Auror. When Aurors go missing, the Ministry tend to come looking, so . . . No, now I suppose it would probably be better if we just report her absence—
KAMA
(deciding)
She is tall? Dark? Rather—
JACOB
—intense?
NEWT
—beautiful—
JACOB
(hasty, off NEWT’S look)
—Yeah, what I meant to say—she’s very—very pretty—
NEWT
She’s intense too.
KAMA
I think I saw someone like this last night. Perhaps if I showed you where?
NEWT
If you wouldn’t mind. That would be lovely.
KAMA
Sure.
SCENE 61
INT. KAMA’S HIDEOUT—EVENING
The interior of KAMA’S hideout is pitch black. The sound of water dripping. A brief shaft of sunlight reveals TINA, sleeping lightly on the floor in her coat.
NEWT
Tina?
She wakes. A moment as NEWT and TINA stare at each other. Each has thought of the other daily for a year. With no sign of KAMA, it seems she has been rescued.
TINA
(joyful, disbelieving)
Newt!
TINA notices KAMA entering in the background and raising his wand. Her expression changes.
KAMA
Expelliarmus!
NEWT’S wand flies out of his hand into KAMA’S. Bars form across the door, imprisoning them.
KAMA
(through the door)
My apologies, Mr. Scamander! I shall return and release you when Credence is dead!
TINA
Kama, wait!
KAMA
You see, either he dies . . . or I do.
He claps a hand to his eye.
KAMA
No, no, no, no. Oh no. No, no, no.
He jerks convulsively and slides to the floor, unconscious.
NEWT
Well, that’s not the best start to a rescue attempt.
TINA
This was a rescue attempt? You’ve just lost me my only lead.
JACOB launches for the door, trying to break it down.
NEWT
(innocent)
Well, how was the interrogation going before we turned up?
TINA throws him a dark look. She strides to the back of the cave.
Pickett, who, unnoticed, has hopped out of NEWT’S pocket, successfully picks the lock, and the bars swing open.
JACOB
Newt!
NEWT
Well done, Pick.
(to TINA)
You need this man, you say?
TINA
Yeah. I think this man knows where Credence is, Mr. Scamander.
As they bend over the unconscious KAMA, they hear an earth-shattering roar from somewhere above them. They look at each other.
NEWT
Well, that’ll be the Zouwu.
NEWT grabs his wand and Disapparates.