Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them

NEWT

I’ll send you a copy of my book, if I may.

TINA

I’d like that.

Newt gazes at Tina—awkwardly affectionate. He gently reaches forward and touches her hair. Lingering for a moment, they stare into each other’s eyes.

A last look and Newt suddenly moves away, leaving Tina standing, raising a hand to touch where Newt stroked her hair.

But then he’s back.

NEWT

I’m so sorry—how would you feel if I gave you your copy in person?

A radiant smile breaks across Tina’s face.

TINA

I’d like that—very much.

Newt can’t help but grin back at her before turning and walking away.

He pauses on the gangplank, perhaps unsure of how to act, but eventually moves on without looking back.

Tina stands alone in the empty harbor. As she walks away, there’s a playful skip to her step.

SCENE 123

EXT. JACOB’S BAKERY, LOWER EAST SIDE—THREE MONTHS LATER—DAY

WIDE SHOT OF A BUSTLING NEW YORK STREET—market stalls line the street, which heaves with busy people, horses, and carriages.

ANGLE ON A SMALL, INVITING BAKERY—crowds throng outside the pretty little shop, painted with the name: KOWALSKI. People peer with interest into the shop’s windows, and happy customers leave, their arms laden with baked goods.

SCENE 124

INT. JACOB’S BAKERY, LOWER EAST SIDE—DAY

CLOSE ON THE DOORBELL as it rings to signal the entrance of a new customer.

CLOSE ON THE PASTRIES AND BREADS on the counter, all molded into fanciful little shapes—we recognize the Demiguise, Niffler, and Erumpent among them.

Jacob, serving, is very happy, his shop full to bursting with customers.

FEMALE CUSTOMER

(examining the little pastries)

Where do you get your ideas from, Mr. Kowalski?

JACOB

I don’t know, I don’t know—they just come!

He hands the lady her pastries.

JACOB

Here you go—don’t forget this—enjoy.

Jacob turns and calls over one of his bakery assistants, handing him a pair of keys.

JACOB

Hey, Henry—storage, all right? Thanks, pal.

The bell tinkles again.

Jacob looks up and is thunderstruck all over again: It’s Queenie. They stare at each other—Queenie beams, radiant. Jacob, quizzical and totally enchanted, touches his neck—a flicker of memory. He smiles back.

Acknowledgments

Without the patience and wisdom of Steve Kloves and David Yates, there would be no Fantastic Beasts screenplay. They have my boundless gratitude for every note, every piece of encouragement, every improvement they suggested. Learning, in Steve’s immortal words, to “fit the woman to the dress” has been a fascinating, challenging, exasperating, exhilarating, infuriating, and ultimately rewarding experience that I wouldn’t have missed for the world. I couldn’t have done it without them.

David Heyman has been with me from the very first step of Harry Potter’s transition to the big screen, and Fantastic Beasts would have been immeasurably poorer without him. It’s been a very long journey since that first queasy lunch in Soho, and he is currently bringing to Newt all the knowledge, dedication, and expertise that he brought to Harry Potter.