Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them

JACOB

What does “Bliviate” mean?

NEWT

It’ll be like you wake up and all memory of magic is gone.

JACOB

I won’t remember any of this?

He looks around. This world is extraordinary.

NEWT

No.

JACOB

All right, yeah—okay—I’ll help you.

NEWT

(picking up a bucket)

Come on, then.

SCENE 48

EXT./INT. STREET OUTSIDE THE SECOND SALEM CHURCH—NIGHT

Credence walks home toward the church. He looks happier than before: His meeting with Graves comforted him.

Credence slowly enters the church, shutting the double doors quietly.

Chastity is in the kitchen area—drying crockery.

Mary Lou sits in semidarkness on the stairs. Credence senses her and pauses, his face one of trepidation.

MARY LOU

Credence—where have you been?

CREDENCE

I was . . . looking for a place for tomorrow’s meeting. There’s a corner on Thirty-Second that could—

Credence moves around to the bottom of the stairs, falling silent at the severe expression on Mary Lou’s face.

CREDENCE

I’m sorry, Ma. I didn’t realize it was so late.

As if on autopilot, Credence removes his belt. Mary Lou stands and extends her hand, taking the belt. In silence, she turns and walks up the stairs—Credence obediently following.

Modesty moves to the bottom of the stairs, watching them go, a look of fear and upset on her face.

SCENE 49

EXT. CENTRAL PARK—NIGHT

A large frozen pond in the middle of Central Park. Children ice-skate. A boy takes a tumble. A girl comes to help him up, they link hands.

As they are about to stand, a light becomes visible underneath the ice. A deep rumbling sound echoes. The children stare as a glowing beast glides under the ice beneath them, and off into the distance.

SCENE 50

EXT. DIAMOND DISTRICT—NIGHT

Newt and Jacob walk along another deserted street on the way to Central Park. The shops around them are full of expensive jewelry, diamonds, precious stones. Newt, carrying his case, scans the shadows for small movements.

NEWT

I was watching you at dinner.

JACOB

Yeah.

NEWT

People like you, don’t they, Mr. Kowalski?

JACOB

(startled)

Oh—well, I’m—I’m sure people like you too—huh?

NEWT

(not very concerned)

No, not really. I annoy people.

JACOB

(not sure how to answer)

Ahh.

Newt seems thoroughly intrigued by Jacob.

NEWT

Why did you decide to be a baker?

JACOB

Ah well, um—because I’m dying—in that canning factory.

(off Newt’s look)

Everyone there’s dying. It just crushes the life outta you. You like canned food?

NEWT

No.

JACOB

Me neither. That’s why I want to make pastries, you know. It makes people happy. We’re going this way.

Jacob heads off to his right. Newt follows.

NEWT

So did you get your loan?

JACOB

Er, no—I ain’t got no collateral. Stayed in the army too long, apparently—I don’t know.

NEWT

What, you fought in the war?

JACOB

Of course I fought in the war, everyone fought in the war—you didn’t fight in the war?

NEWT

I worked mostly with dragons, Ukrainian Ironbellies—Eastern Front.

Newt suddenly stops. He has noticed a small shiny earring lying on top of a car bonnet. His eyes move downward: Diamonds are scattered across the pavement leading toward the window of one particular diamond shop.