Authors: J. K. Rowling
The Zouwu hobbles as fast as it can, away into the darkness. SKENDER knows there is no catching it now. He runs to galvanize his workers.
Pack it up! Paris is done for us now.
SKENDER points his wand at the tent, shrinks it to the size of a handkerchief, and pockets it.
The boy with the Maledictus, what do you know about him?
He’s looking for his mother. All my freaks think they can go home. Okay, let’s go.
He leaps up onto a carriage and, as the crates and boxes are all magically reduced to a few cases, clatters away into the night.
TINA is left on her own in what seems for a moment to be a deserted square. Then she realizes that KAMA is standing behind her.
EXT. PARISIAN CAFÉ—NIGHT
TINA and KAMA sit together at an outside table. TINA is suspicious of KAMA.
I think we were both at the circus for the same reason, monsieur . . . ?
Kama. Yusuf Kama. And you think right.
What do you want with Credence?
The same as you.
To prove who the boy really is. If the rumors of his identity are correct, he and I are—distantly—related. I am the last male of my pure-blooded
line . . . and so, if the rumors are correct, is he.
The Predictions of Tycho Dodonus
out of his pocket and holds it tantalizingly before her.
You have read
The Predictions of Tycho Dodonus
Yes. But that’s poetry, not proof.
If I could show you something better—more concrete—something that proves who he is—would the Ministries of Europe and America let him live?
He gets up and TINA follows.
INT. GRINDELWALD’S HIDEOUT, DRAWING ROOM—NIGHT
GRINDELWALD exhales vapor from a glowing skull-shaped hookah. His ACOLYTES watch as the smoke forms a vision of the Obscurus, a swirl of black and flashing red, then
resolves into an image of CREDENCE.
All look excited, except KRALL, who is sulky.
So . . . Credence Barebone. Nearly destroyed by the woman who raised him. Yet now he seeks the mother who bore him. He’s desperate for family. He’s
desperate for love. He’s the key to our victory.
Well, we know where the boy is, don’t we? Why don’t we grab him and leave!
He must come to me freely—and he will.
GRINDELWALD returns his gaze to the vision of CREDENCE suspended in the center of the drawing room.
The path has been laid, and he is following it. The trail that will lead him to me, and the strange and glorious truth of who he is.
Why is he so important?
GRINDELWALD walks to face KRALL.
Who represents the greatest threat to our cause?
If I asked you now to go to the school where he is hiding and kill him for me, would you do it for me, Krall?
Credence is the only entity alive . . . who can kill him.
You really think that he can kill the great—can kill Albus Dumbledore?
I know he can. But will you be with us when that happens, Krall? Will you?
EXT. WHITE CLIFFS OF DOVER—DAWN
NEWT and JACOB are walking with cases toward Beachy Head. Pickett pokes his head out of NEWT’S breast pocket and yawns.
Jacob, that man Tina’s been seeing—
Don’t worry! She’s gonna see you and she’ll see the four of us together, it’ll be just like New York all over again. Don’t worry about it.
Yes, but he’s an Auror, Queenie said?
Yeah, he’s an Auror. So what? Don’t worry about him.
A beat. They walk.
What d’you think I should say to her, if I see her?
Oh, well, it’s best not to plan these things. You know, you just say whatever comes to you in the moment.
A beat. They walk.
She has eyes just like a salamander.
Don’t say that.
A beat. JACOB decides NEWT needs help.
Nah, look, you just tell her that you missed her. Right, and then you came all the way to Paris to find her. She’ll love that. And then, tell her you’re losing sleep
at night for thinking of her. Just don’t say anything about no salamanders, all right?
Hey, hey, hey. It’s gonna be all right. We’re in this together, pal. Okay, I’m gonna help you out. I’m gonna help you find Tina, find Queenie, and
we’ll all be happy again. Just like old times.
He spots a slightly sinister figure on the edge of the cliff: all black, tattered robes.
Who is this guy?
He’s the only way I can leave the country without documentation. Now, you don’t suffer from motion sickness, do you?
I don’t do well on boats, Newt.
You’ll be fine.
Stir your stumps—it leaves in one minute!
Confused, JACOB looks around for the conveyance, ignoring the rusty bucket on the ground.
No, we said thirty.
Thirty to go to France, twenty not to tell anyone I seen Newt Scamander leaving the country illegally.
Angry, NEWT pays up.
Price of fame, pal.
NEWT picks up the bucket and holds out his hand to JACOB.
They are pulled away into thin air.
EXT. PLACE CACHÉE—DAY
NEWT and JACOB peer around the corner. A French POLICEMAN is standing in front of the statue of the robed woman. JACOB is pale, sweaty, and still clutching the bucket,
which has come in handy.
I didn’t like that Portkey, Newt.
So you keep saying. Follow me.
NEWT points his wand at the POLICEMAN.
The POLICEMAN lurches as though drunk, blinks, shakes his head, then giggles and ambles off, raising his hat at disconcerted passersby.
Come on. That’ll wear off in a few minutes.
NEWT leads JACOB through the statue and into Magical Paris. He puts his case down and points his wand at the street.
The tracking spell materializes as a swirl of gold, which illuminates traces of recent magical activity in the square.
The case bursts open and a Niffler jumps out.
NEWT climbs onto the case and inspects impressions of creatures revealed in the air, while the now-trained adult Niffler sniffs out clues.
That’s a Kappa. That’s a Japanese water demon—
The Niffler sniffs around some shimmering footsteps. The Niffler has found the place where TINA stood in front of the Zouwu.