Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them

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.

SCENE 46

INT. NEWT’S CASE—A MOMENT LATER—NIGHT

Jacob crashes down the steps of the case, colliding with various objects, instruments, and bottles as he goes.

He finds himself inside a small wooden shed containing a camp bed, tropical gear, and various tools hung up on the walls. Wooden cupboards contain rope, nets, and collecting jars. A very old typewriter, a pile of manuscripts, and a medieval bestiary sit on a desk. Potted plants line a shelf. Rows of pills and tablets, syringes and vials form a medicine chest, and tacked up on the walls are notes, maps, drawings, and a few moving photographs of extraordinary creatures. A dried carcass hangs from a hook. Several sacks of feed are resting against the wall.

NEWT

(glances at Jacob)

Will you sit down.

Jacob drops onto a crate hand labeled: MOONCALF PELLETS.

JACOB

That’s good.

Newt moves forward to examine the bite on Jacob’s neck—one quick glance:

NEWT

Ah, that’s definitely the Murtlap. You must be particularly susceptible. See, you’re a Muggle. So our physiologies are subtly different.