Fantastic Beasts: The Crimes of Grindelwald

Fantastic Beasts: The Crimes of Grindelwald by J. K. Rowling

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    TINA
    I’m an Auror and I don’t—
    NEWT
    Yes, and that’s because you’ve gone middle head!
    TINA
    (stopping)
    Excuse me?
    NEWT
    It’s an expression derived from the three heads of the Runespoor. The middle one is the visionary. Every Auror in Europe wants Credence dead—except you. You’ve
gone middle head.
    A beat.
    TINA
    Who else uses that expression, Mr. Scamander?
    NEWT considers.
    NEWT
    I think it might just be me.
    All lights are extinguished as every building is wrapped in black banners.
    Muggles pass, totally immune, but a YOUNG RED-HAIRED WITCH nearby is walking along. She, like NEWT and TINA, can see the banners.
    TINA steps into the middle of the road, watching the black silk fall out of the sky to shroud the surrounding buildings in darkness.
    TINA
    It’s Grindelwald. He’s calling his followers.
    We pan up one length of flowing black silk until we achieve an aerial view of Paris. The entire city is being covered in GRINDELWALD’S dark banners.



SCENE 82
    EXT. WIZARDING CAFÉ—END OF DAY
    Witches and wizards hurrying outside to see what is invisible to Muggle passersby.

    SCENE 83
    EXT. PARISIAN STREET—END OF DAY
    QUEENIE reaches out to the nearest black banner, and an emblem of a white raven appears beneath her touch.

    SCENE 84
    EXT. PLACE DE FURSTEMBERG—END OF DAY
    NEWT still following TINA. They stand surrounded by the impressive scale of GRINDELWALD’S banners.
    TINA
    It’s too late. Grindelwald’s come for Credence. He might already have him.
    NEWT
    (suddenly forceful)
    It’s not too late. We can still get to him first.
    He grabs her hand and pulls her on.
    TINA
    Where are you going?
    NEWT
    The French Ministry of Magic.
    TINA
    That’s the last place Credence would go!
    NEWT
    There’s a box hidden at the Ministry safe. It’s a box that can tell us who Credence really is.
    TINA
    A box? What are you talking about?
    NEWT
    Trust me.

    SCENE 85
    EXT. DERELICT BUILDING, ROOFTOP—LATE AFTERNOON
    CREDENCE is breaking up birdseed and feeding it to a small chick when NAGINI appears behind him.
    NAGINI
    (urgently)
    Credence.
    She leads him back through the open window, out onto the roof. The Eiffel Tower is visible behind them.
    We pan around and see GRINDELWALD sitting on the rooftop near them both.
    GRINDELWALD
    Shh.
    CREDENCE
    (whispers)
    What do you want?
    GRINDELWALD
    From you? Nothing. For you? Everything I never had. But what is it you want, my boy?
    CREDENCE
    I want to know who I am.
    GRINDELWALD
    This is where you will find proof of your true identity.
    GRINDELWALD takes a piece of parchment from his pocket and throws it into the air. The parchment flutters to CREDENCE and lands gently in his hand.
    GRINDELWALD
    Come to Père Lachaise tonight and you will discover the truth.
    He bows, then Disapparates, leaving CREDENCE holding a map of Père Lachaise cemetery.



SCENE 86
    INT. FLAMEL HOUSE—END OF DAY
    An uncomfortable JACOB is asleep in a chair beside the semiconscious KAMA. KAMA is muttering.
    KAMA
    Father . . . why did you make me . . . ?
    JACOB jolts awake as if from a bad dream.
    JACOB
    Wait! Wait—
    Now fully awake, JACOB’S stomach begins to rumble.
    A figure appears behind JACOB. Six-hundred-year-old NICOLAS FLAMEL stands at the entrance to his alchemist’s studio.
    FLAMEL
    I’m afraid we keep no food in the house.
    JACOB yelps in fear.
    JACOB
    (terrified)
    Are you a ghost?
    FLAMEL
    (amused)
    No, no, I am alive, but I am an alchemist, and therefore immortal.
    JACOB
    You don’t look a day over three-seventy-five. Hey, sorry we didn’t knock—
    FLAMEL
    No matter. Albus told me some friends might be dropping in.
    (holding out his hand)
    Nicolas Flamel.
    JACOB
    Oh. Jacob Kowalski.
    They shake hands. JACOB’S grip is firm—too firm for the alchemist’s fragile bones.
    FLAMEL
    Ooh!
    JACOB
    I’m sorry.
    FLAMEL
    It’s all right.
    JACOB
    I

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