A group of the highest-level Aurors in the organization are gathered together in serious discussion. Among them is Graves, examining the newspaper, his face cut and bruised from last night’s encounter with the strange entity, and President Seraphina Picquery herself.
MADAM PICQUERY
The International Confederation is threatening to send a delegation. They think this is related to Grindelwald’s attacks in Europe.
GRAVES
I was there. This is a beast. No human could do what this thing is capable of, Madam President.
MADAM PICQUERY (O.S.)
Whatever it is, one thing’s clear—it must be stopped. It’s terrorizing No-Majs and when No-Majs are afraid, they attack. This could mean exposure. It could mean war.
On hearing footsteps, the group looks around to see Tina, who approaches cautiously, leading Newt.
MADAM PICQUERY
(angry but contained)
I made your position here quite clear, Miss Goldstein.
TINA
(frightened)
Yes, Madam President, but I—
MADAM PICQUERY
You are no longer an Auror.
TINA
No, Madam President, but—
MADAM PICQUERY
Goldstein.
TINA
There’s been a minor incident—
MADAM PICQUERY
Well, this office is currently concerned with very major incidents. Get out.
TINA
(humiliated)
Yes, ma’am.
Tina pushes a bemused-looking Newt back toward the elevator. Graves looks after them, the only one to appear sympathetic.
SCENE 23INT. BASEMENT—DAYThe elevator descends rapidly through the long elevator shaft.
The doors open onto a cramped, airless, windowless basement room. A painful contrast to the floor above. Clearly the place where utter no-hopers work.
Tina leads Newt past a hundred typewriters clacking away unmanned with a tangle of glass pipes hanging down from the ceiling above them.
As each memo or form is completed by a typewriter, it folds itself into an origami rat, which scurries up the appropriate tube to the offices above. Two rats collide and fight, tearing each other apart.
Tina walks toward a dingy corner of the room. A sign: WAND PERMIT OFFICE.
Newt ducks under it.
SCENE 24INT. WAND PERMIT OFFICE—DAYThe Wand Permit Office is only slightly larger than a cupboard. There are piles of unopened wand applications.
Tina stops behind a desk, removing her coat and hat. She tries to regain her lost status in front of Newt by appearing official, busying herself with papers.
TINA
So, you got your wand permit? All foreigners have to have them in New York.
NEWT
(lying)
I made a postal application weeks ago.
TINA
(now sitting on the desk, scribbles on a clipboard)
Scamander . . .
(finding him very fishy)
And you were just in Equatorial Guinea?
NEWT
I’ve just completed a year in the field. I’m writing a book about magical creatures.
TINA
Like—an extermination guide?
NEWT
No. A guide to help people understand why we should be protecting these creatures instead of killing them.
ABERNATHY (O.S.)
GOLDSTEIN! Where is she? Where is she? GOLDSTEIN!
Tina ducks behind her desk, which amuses Newt.
Abernathy, a pompous jobsworth, enters. He immediately realizes where Tina is hidden.
ABERNATHY
Goldstein!
Tina, looking guilty, slowly emerges from behind the desk.
ABERNATHY