Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them
EXT. SOMEWHERE IN EUROPE—1926—NIGHT
[Downloaded from eBookBB.com] A large, isolated, derelict chateau emerges from the darkness. We focus on a cobbled square outside the building, shrouded in mist, eerie, silent.
Five Aurors stand, wands aloft, tentative as they edge toward the chateau. A sudden explosion of pure white light sends them flying.
We whip around to find their bodies scattered, lying motionless at the entrance to a large parkland. A figure (Grindelwald) enters the frame, his back to the camera; ignoring the bodies, he stares out into the night sky as we pan up toward the moon.
We see various magical newspaper headlines from 1926 relating to Grindelwald’s attacks all over the world: GRINDELWALD STRIKES AGAIN IN EUROPE, HOGWARTS SCHOOL INCREASES SECURITY, ANTI-WIZARD FEELING ON THE RISE, WHERE IS GRINDELWALD?, IS ANYONE SAFE? He’s a serious threat to the magical community and he’s vanished. Moving photos detail destroyed buildings, fires, screaming victims. The articles come thick and fast—the worldwide hunt for Grindelwald continues. We push in on a final article displaying the Statue of Liberty.
EXT. SHIP GLIDING INTO NEW YORK—NEXT MORNING
A bright, clear New York day. Seagulls swoop overhead.
A large passenger ship glides past the Statue of Liberty. Passengers lean over the rails, looking excitedly toward the oncoming land.
We push in toward a figure sitting on a bench with his back to us—Newt Scamander, weather-beaten, wiry, wearing an old blue overcoat. Beside him rests a battered brown leather case. A catch on the case flicks open of its own accord. Newt swiftly bends down to close it.
Placing the case on his lap, Newt leans in, whispering:
Dougal—you settle down now, please. It won’t be long.
EXT. NEW YORK—DAY
AERIAL SHOT of New York.
EXT. SHIP/INT. CUSTOMS—SHORTLY AFTERWARD—DAY
Among bustling crowds, Newt walks down the gangplank of the ship as we push in toward his case.
CUSTOMS OFFICIAL (O.S.)
Newt stands at customs—a long row of desks by the shipyard, manned by serious-looking American officials. A customs official examines Newt’s very tattered British passport.
First trip to New York?
(gesturing to Newt’s case)
Anything edible in there?
(placing a hand over his breast pocket)
The catch on Newt’s case flicks open again. Newt looks down and hastily closes it.
Must get that fixed—ahh, no.
Let me take a look.
Newt places the case on the desk between them and discreetly flicks a brass dial to MUGGLEWORTHY.
The customs official spins the case toward him and pops the catches, lifting the lid to reveal:
Pajamas, various maps, a journal, an alarm clock, a magnifying glass, and a Hufflepuff scarf. Finally satisfied, he closes the case.
Welcome to New York.
Newt gathers his passport and case.
Newt exits through customs.
EXT. STREET NEAR CITY HALL SUBWAY—DUSK
A long street of identical brownstone houses, one of which has been reduced to rubble. A gaggle of reporters and photographers mills around in the vague hope of something happening, but without much enthusiasm. One reporter is interviewing an excitable middle-aged man as they move through the rubble.
—and it was like a—like a wind or like a—like a ghost—but dark—and I saw its eyes—shinin’ white eyes—
(expressionless—notebook in his hand)
—a dark wind—with eyes . . .
—like a dark mass, and it dove down there, down underground—I swear to God . . . into the earth right in front of me.
CLOSE ON PERCIVAL GRAVES as he walks toward the destroyed building.
Graves: Smart clothing, very handsome, early middle-age, his demeanor differs from those around him. He is watchful, tightly coiled, an air of intense confidence.
Hey—did you get anything?
Dark wind, blah blah.
It’s some atmospheric hooey. Or electrical.
Graves moves up the steps of the now ruined building. He examines the destruction, curious, alert.
Nah, I’m on the wagon. Promised Martha I’d lay off.
Wind begins to pick up, swirling around the building, accompanied by a high-pitched screeching. Graves alone looks interested.
A sudden series of bangs at street level. All turn to look for the source of the sound: A wall cracks, the rubble on the floor begins to shake before exploding like an earthquake, ripping out of the building and down through the middle of the street. The movement is violent, rushed—people and cars go flying.
The mysterious force then flies up into the air, swirling through the city, diving in and out of alleyways, before crashing down into a subway station.
CLOSE ON GRAVES as he examines the destruction of the street.
A mingled roar and howl emanates from the bowels of the earth.
EXT. NEW YORK STREET—DAY
Watching Newt walk, we see in him an unselfconscious Keatonesque quality, a sense of a different rhythm to those around him. In his hand he clutches directions on a small piece of paper, but still shows a scientist’s curiosity about this alien environment.