Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them

Graves spins to face the Aurors, wand at the ready.

GRAVES

Wands down! Anyone harms him—they’ll answer to me—

(turning back to Credence)

Credence!

TINA

Credence . . .

The Aurors begin pelting the Obscurus with spells.

GRAVES

NO!

We see Credence from within the black mass, his face contorted, screaming. The barrage of spells continues and Credence howls in pain.

SCENE 115

EXT. SUBWAY ENTRANCE—NIGHT

The magical force field surrounding the subway breaks down as people continue to flee the scene. Only Shaw Sr. and Langdon stand steadfast, captivated.

SCENE 116

INT. SUBWAY—NIGHT

Aurors continue to aim spells at the Obscurus, their efforts unrelenting and brutal.

Under this pressure, the Obscurus finally seems to implode—a white ball of magical light taking over from the black mass.

The force of the change sends Tina, Newt, and the Aurors stumbling backward.

All power subsides. Only small tatters of black matter are left—floating through the air like feathers.

Newt gets to his feet, his face racked with deep-felt grief. Tina remains on the floor, crying.

Graves, however, climbs up, back onto the platform, as close as possible to the remnants of the black mass.

The Aurors advance toward Graves.

GRAVES

You fools. Do you realize what you’ve done?

Graves seethes as the others watch him with interest. Madam Picquery emerges from behind the Aurors, her tone steely, questioning.

MADAM PICQUERY

The Obscurial was killed on my orders, Mr. Graves.

GRAVES

Yes. And history will surely note that, Madam President.

Graves moves toward her along the platform, his tone threatening.

GRAVES

What was done here tonight was not right!

MADAM PICQUERY

He was responsible for the death of a No-Maj. He risked the exposure of our community. He has broken one of our most sacred laws—

GRAVES

(laughing bitterly)

A law that has us scuttling like rats in the gutter! A law that demands that we conceal our true nature! A law that directs those under its dominion to cower in fear lest we risk discovery! I ask you, Madam President—

(eyes flashing to all present)

—I ask all of you—who does this law protect? Us?

(gesturing vaguely to the No-Majs above)

Or them?

(smiling bitterly)

I refuse to bow down any longer.

Graves walks away from the Aurors.

MADAM PICQUERY

(to the Aurors flanking her)

Aurors, I’d like you to relieve Mr. Graves of his wand and escort him back to—

As Graves moves down the platform, a wall of white light suddenly appears in front of him, blocking his path.

Graves thinks for a moment—a sneer of derision and irritation crossing his face. He turns.

Graves strides confidently back along the platform, firing spells at both groups of Aurors facing him. Spells fly back at him from all angles, but Graves parries them all. Several Aurors are sent flying—Graves appears to be winning . . .