Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them

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