Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them

Slowly the Thunderbird calms itself, lowering down to stand on a large rock in front of Newt. As it does, the rain dies down and is replaced by a brilliant, hot sunshine.

Newt puts his wand away and produces a handful of grubs from his pocket. The Thunderbird watches intently.

Newt strokes the Thunderbird with his free hand, calming him, affectionate.

NEWT

Oh, thank Paracelsus. If you’d have got out that could have been quite catastrophic.

(to Jacob)

You see, he’s the real reason I came to America. To bring Frank home.

Jacob, still staring, steps slowly forward. In reaction, the Thunderbird starts to flap his wings, agitated.

NEWT

(to Jacob)

No, sorry—stay there—he’s a wee bit sensitive to strangers.

(to the Thunderbird, calming)

Here you are—here you are.

(to Jacob)

He was trafficked, you see. I found him in Egypt, he was all chained up. Couldn’t leave him there, had to bring him back. I’m going to put you back where you belong, aren’t I, Frank. To the wilds of Arizona.

Newt, his face full of hope and expectation, hugs Frank’s head. Then, grinning, he casts the handful of grubs high into the air. Frank soars majestically upward after them, sunlight bursting from his wings.

Newt watches him fly with love and pride. Then he turns, puts his hands to his mouth, and roars, beast-like, toward another area of the case.

Newt moves past Jacob, grabbing the bucket of meat.

Jacob stumbles after him as several Doxys buzz around his head. Dazed, he swats them out of the way. Behind him a large dung beetle rolls a giant ball of dung.

We hear Newt roar loudly again. Jacob hurries toward the sound, finding Newt in a sandy, moonlit territory.

NEWT

(under his breath)

Ah—here they come.

JACOB

Here who comes?

NEWT

The Graphorns.

A large creature comes charging into sight: A Graphorn—built like a saber-toothed tiger but with slimy tentacles at its mouth. Jacob screams and tries to back off, but Newt grabs hold of his arm, stopping him.

NEWT

You’re all right. You’re all right.

The Graphorn moves closer to Newt.

NEWT

(stroking the Graphorn)

Hello, hello!

The Graphorn’s strange slimy tentacles rest on Newt’s shoulder, seeming to embrace him.

NEWT

So they’re the last breeding pair in existence. If I hadn’t managed to rescue them, that could have been the end of Graphorns—forever.

A younger Graphorn trots straight up to Jacob and begins licking his hand, circling him curiously. He stares down at it, then gently reaches out and strokes its head. Newt watches Jacob, pleased.

NEWT

All right.

Newt throws a piece of meat into the enclosure, which is hastily chased and consumed by the young Graphorn.

JACOB

So what, you—you rescue these creatures?

NEWT

Yes, that’s right. Rescue, nurture, and protect them, and I’m gently trying to educate my fellow wizards about them.

A tiny bright pink bird, the Fwooper, flies past and comes to rest on a little perch, suspended from midair.

Newt heads up a small ramp of stairs.

NEWT

(to Jacob)

Come on.