Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them

They enter a bamboo wood, ducking and diving through the trees. Newt calls out:

NEWT

Titus? Finn? Poppy, Marlow, Tom?

They emerge into a sunlit glade, Newt producing Pickett from his pocket and holding him perched on his hand.

NEWT

(to Jacob)

He had a cold. He needed some body warmth.

JACOB

Aw.

They move toward a small tree bathed in sunlight. At their approach, a clan of Bowtruckles chatters and rushes out of the leaves.

Newt extends his arm toward the tree, trying to persuade Pickett to rejoin the others. The Bowtruckles clack noisily when they see Pickett.

NEWT

Right, on you hop.

Pickett steadfastly refuses to leave Newt’s arm.

NEWT

(to Jacob)

See, he has some attachment issues.

(to Pickett)

Now, come on, Pickett. Pickett. No, they’re not going to bully you . . . Now, come on. Pickett!

Pickett clings by his spindly hands to one of Newt’s fingers, desperate not to return to the tree. Newt finally resigns himself.

NEWT

All right. But that is exactly why they accuse me of favoritism . . .

Newt puts Pickett onto his shoulder and turns. On seeing a large, round, empty nest, he looks concerned.

NEWT

(devastated)

I wonder where Dougal’s gone.

From within a nearby nest, we hear chirping sounds.

NEWT

All right, I’m coming . . . I’m coming, Mum’s here—Mum’s here.

Newt reaches into the nest and scoops up a baby Occamy.

NEWT

Ah—hello, you—let me take a look at you.

JACOB

I know these guys.

NEWT

New Occamy.

(to Jacob)

Your Occamy.

JACOB

What do you mean? My Occamy?

NEWT

Yes—do you want to . . . ?

Newt proffers the Occamy to Jacob.

JACOB

Oh wow . . . Yeah, sure. Okay . . . Ah-ha.

Jacob holds the newborn creature gently in his hands and stares. As he moves to stroke its head, the Occamy moves to nip him. Jacob starts backward.

NEWT

Ah no, sorry—don’t pet them. They learn to defend themselves early. See, their shells are made of silver so they’re incredibly valuable.

Newt feeds the other babies in the nest.

JACOB

Okay . . .

NEWT

Their nests tend to get ransacked by hunters.

Newt, delighted by Jacob’s interest in his creatures, takes back the baby Occamy, placing it in the nest.

JACOB

Thank you.

(croaky)

Mr. Scamander?

NEWT

Call me Newt.

JACOB

Newt . . . I don’t think I’m dreaming.

NEWT

(vaguely amused)

What gave it away?

JACOB

I ain’t got the brains to make this up.

Newt looks at Jacob, both intrigued and flattered.

NEWT

Actually, would you mind throwing some of those pellets in with the Mooncalves over there?

JACOB

Yeah, sure.

Jacob bends down and picks up the bucket of pellets.

NEWT

Just over there . . .

Newt grabs a nearby wheelbarrow and sets off farther into the case.

NEWT

(annoyed)

Bugger—Niffler’s gone. Of course he has, little bugger. Any chance to get his hands on something shiny.

As Jacob walks through the case, we see what appear to be golden “leaves” falling from a tiny tree, which move together en masse toward the camera. They swarm upward, mingling with Doxys, Glow Bugs, and Grindylows, which float through the air.