A line of policemen stand with their guns aimed at the terrifying supernatural force powering toward them.
Their faces turn from confused alarm to total panic as they see the mass swarming ahead, making straight for them. They fire their guns—their efforts futile in the face of such a seemingly unstoppable kinetic mass. Finally they disband, fleeing down the street, just as the Obscurus reaches them.
SCENE 105EXT. ROOFTOPS/STREETS OF NEW YORK—NIGHTANGLE ON NEWT, standing on top of a skyscraper looking out as the Obscurus rises up over the surrounding buildings and slams spectacularly into the ground just outside the City Hall subway entrance.
Sudden quiet. A pulsing, heavy, screechy breathing emanates from the Obscurus where it rests at the entrance.
Finally, as Newt watches, we see the black mass shrink to nothing, and the small figure of Credence descends the steps into the subway.
SCENE 106INT. SUBWAY—NIGHTNewt Apparates into the City Hall subway, a long, mosaicked, Art Deco station tunnel that bears the signs of having been crossed by the Obscurus: The chandelier creaks, a few tiles have fallen. We can hear its deep breathing, cornered, like a frightened panther.
Newt creeps along the platform, trying to find the epicenter of the sound, as the Obscurus slides down the ceiling.
SCENE 107EXT. SUBWAY ENTRANCE—NIGHTAurors surround the entrance to the subway. Pointing their wands at the pavement and into the sky, they draw an invisible energy field around the entrance.
We hear more Aurors arrive, among them Graves—scanning, calculating, and immediately taking charge.
GRAVES
Bar the area. I don’t want anyone else down there!
As the magical field is almost complete, a figure rolls underneath it and dashes unseen into the subway—Tina.
SCENE 108INT. SUBWAY—NIGHTNewt has reached the Obscurus in the shadows of a tunnel. Now much calmer, it gently swirls in the air above the train tracks.
Newt hides behind a pillar as he talks.
NEWT
Credence . . . It’s Credence, isn’t it? I’m here to help you, Credence. I’m not here to hurt you.
In the distance we hear footsteps, the pacing controlled, deliberate.
Newt moves out from behind the pillar and steps onto the train tracks. Within the mass of the Obscurus we can see a shadow of Credence, curled up, scared.
NEWT
I’ve met someone just like you, Credence. A girl—a young girl who’d been imprisoned, she had been locked away and she’d been punished for her magic.
Credence is listening—he never dreamed there was another. Slowly the Obscurus melts away, leaving only Credence, huddled on the train tracks—a frightened child.