Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them

Newt busies himself at his workstation, using plants and the contents of various bottles to create a poultice, which he rapidly applies to Jacob’s neck.

JACOB

Ow . . .

NEWT

Now stay still. Now that should stop the sweating.

(handing him some pills)

And one of those should sort the twitch.

Jacob looks suspiciously at the pills in his hand. Finally, deciding he has nothing to lose, he swallows them.

ANGLE ON NEWT, who has now removed his waistcoat, undone his bow tie, and lowered his braces. He picks up a meat cleaver and hacks chunks of meat off a large carcass before tossing them into a bucket.

NEWT

(handing him the bucket)

Take that.

Jacob looks disgusted. Newt doesn’t notice, his attention now focused on a spiny cocoon, which he slowly begins to squeeze. As he does so, the cocoon emits a luminous venom, which Newt collects into a glass vial.

NEWT

(to the cocoon)

Come on . . .

JACOB

What you got there?

NEWT

Well, this—the locals call “Swooping Evil”—not the friendliest of names. It’s quite an agile fellow.

As if to demonstrate, Newt flicks the cocoon, which unravels, dangling elegantly from his finger.

NEWT

I’ve been studying him. And I am pretty sure his venom could be quite useful if properly diluted. Just to remove bad memories, you know.

Quite suddenly Newt throws the Swooping Evil toward Jacob. The creature bursts out from its cocoon—a bat-like, spiky, colorful creature—and howls in Jacob’s face before Newt recalls it. Jacob recoils dramatically, but this was evidently Newt’s idea of a little joke . . .

NEWT

(smiling to himself)

Probably shouldn’t let him loose in here, though.

Newt opens the door of his shed and walks through.

NEWT

Come on.

Jacob, now thoroughly startled, follows him out.

SCENE 47

INT. NEWT’S CASE, ANIMAL AREA—DAY

The perimeter of the leather case is dimly visible, but the place has swollen to the size of a small aircraft hangar. It contains what appears to be a safari park in miniature. Each of Newt’s creatures has its own perfect, magically realized habitat.

Jacob steps into this world, totally amazed.

Newt is standing in the nearest habitat—a slice of Arizona desert. This area contains a magnificent Thunderbird—a creature like a large albatross, its glorious wings shimmering with cloud- and sun-like patterns. One of its legs is rubbed raw and bloody—it has obviously been chained previously.

As the Thunderbird flaps its wings, its habitat fills with a torrential downpour, thunder, and lightning. Newt uses his wand to create a magical umbrella, shielding him from the rain.

NEWT

(eyes on the Thunderbird up high)

Come on—come on . . . Down you come . . . Come on.