Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them

The camera pans up to reveal another magnificent creature, the Nundu—looking almost exactly like a lion, it has a large mane that bursts forth when it roars. It stands proudly on a large rock, roaring at the moon. Newt scatters food at its feet and purposefully moves on.

A Diricawl—a small, plump bird—waddles in the foreground, followed by its constantly Apparating chicks, as Jacob climbs up a steep grassy bank.

JACOB

(to himself)

What did you do today, Jacob? I was inside a suitcase.

At the top, Jacob finds a large moonlit rock face populated by little Mooncalves—shy, with huge eyes filling their whole faces.

JACOB

Hey! Oh, hello, fellas—all right—all right.

The Mooncalves jump and hop down the rocks toward Jacob, who finds himself suddenly surrounded by their friendly, hopeful faces.

JACOB

Take it easy—take it easy.

As he throws pellets, the Mooncalves bob eagerly up and down. Jacob visibly seems to be feeling better—he really likes this . . .

ANGLE ON NEWT, now cradling a luminescent creature with sprouting alien-like tendrils. He feeds the creature with a bottle, while carefully watching how Jacob handles the Mooncalves—he recognizes a kindred spirit.

JACOB

(still feeding the Mooncalves)

There you go, cutie. Ah, there it is.

A kind of icy cry echoes from nearby.

JACOB

(toward Newt)

Did you hear that?

But Newt is gone. Jacob turns to see a curtain billowing open, behind which is revealed a snowscape.

We push inward, toward a small, oleaginous black mass suspended in midair—an Obscurus. Jacob, intrigued, moves into the snowscape to get a closer look.

The mass continues to swirl, emitting a disturbed, restless energy. Jacob reaches out to touch it.

NEWT (O.S.)

(sharp)

Step back.

Jacob jumps.

JACOB

Jeez . . .

NEWT

Step back . . .

JACOB

What’s the matter with this?

NEWT

I said step away.

JACOB

What the hell is this thing?

NEWT

It’s an Obscurus.

Jacob looks at Newt, who is momentarily lost in a bad reverie. Newt turns abruptly away and heads back toward the hut, his tone colder, more efficient, no longer happy to play about in the case.

NEWT

I need to get going, find everyone who’s escaped before they get hurt.

The pair enters another forest, Newt plowing ahead, on a mission.

JACOB

Before they could get hurt.

NEWT

Yes, Mr. Kowalski. See, they’re currently in alien terrain, surrounded by millions of the most vicious creatures on the planet.

A beat.

Humans.

Newt stops once more, staring into a large savannah enclosure, which is empty of any beasts.

NEWT

So where would you say that a medium-sized creature that likes broad, open plains—trees—water holes—that kind of thing—where might she go?

JACOB

In New York City?

NEWT

Yes.

JACOB

Plains?

Jacob shrugs as he tries to think of somewhere.

JACOB

Ah—Central Park?

NEWT

And where is that exactly?

JACOB

Where is Central Park?

A beat.

JACOB

Well, look, I would come and show you, but don’t you think it’s kind of a double cross? The girls take us in—they make us hot cocoa . . .

NEWT

You do realize that when they see you’ve stopped sweating, they’ll Obliviate you in a heartbeat.