Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them

Queenie creates a magical umbrella with her wand and steps out toward Jacob. She moves in close, tenderly stroking Jacob’s face before closing her eyes and bending in to gently kiss him.

Finally she pulls slowly away, her gaze not leaving Jacob’s face even for a second. Then, suddenly, she’s gone, leaving Jacob standing, arms out, longingly embracing no one.

CLOSE ON JACOB’S FACE as he fully “wakes up,” blank faced and confused by his location and the torrential downpour he’s standing in. He finally moves off through the streets—a lonely figure.

SCENE 121

EXT. JACOB’S CANNING FACTORY—A WEEK LATER—EARLY EVENING

An exhausted Jacob, surrounded by a crowd of similarly overalled production line workers, is leaving after a hard day’s shift. He carries a battered leather case.

A man walks toward him—Newt. They collide and Jacob’s case is knocked to the ground.

NEWT

So sorry—sorry!

Newt has moved swiftly and purposefully onward.

JACOB

(no recognition)

Hey!

Jacob bends to pick up his case and looks down, puzzled. His old case is suddenly very heavy. One of the catches flicks open of its own accord. Jacob smiles a little, and bends down to open the case.

Inside, the case is filled with solid silver Occamy eggshells, a note attached. As Jacob reads, we hear:

NEWT (V.O.)

Dear Mr. Kowalski, You are wasted in a canning factory. Please take these Occamy eggshells as collateral for your bakery. A well-wisher.

SCENE 122

EXT. NEW YORK HARBOR—NEXT DAY

CLOSE ON NEWT’S FEET as he walks through the crowds.

Newt is preparing to leave New York, overcoat on, Hufflepuff scarf around his neck, case tied up tightly with string.

Tina walks alongside him. They stop before the boarding gate. Tina looks anxious.

NEWT

(smiling)

Well, it’s been . . .

TINA

Hasn’t it!

Pause. Newt looks up, Tina’s expression is expectant.

TINA

Listen, Newt, I wanted to thank you.

NEWT

What on earth for?

TINA

Well, you know, if you hadn’t said all those nice things to Madam Picquery about me—I wouldn’t be back on the investigative team now.

NEWT

Well—I can’t think of anyone that I’d rather have investigating me.

Not precisely what he was aiming for, but too late now . . . Newt becomes slightly awkward, Tina shyly appreciative.

TINA

Well, try not to need investigating for a bit.

NEWT

I will. Quiet life for me from now on . . . back to the Ministry . . . deliver my manuscript . . .

TINA

I’ll look out for it. Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them.

Weak smiles. A pause. Tina plucks up courage.

TINA

Does Leta Lestrange like to read?

NEWT

Who?

TINA

The girl whose picture you carry—

NEWT

I don’t really know what Leta likes these days because people change.

TINA

Yes.

NEWT

(a dawning realization)

I’ve changed. I think. Maybe a little.

Tina is delighted, but doesn’t know how to express it. Instead, she’s trying not to cry. The ship’s siren sounds—most of the other passengers have now boarded.