An opening suddenly appears in the wall of the mausoleum. All stare at the steps
leading down into the earth. The sound of a gigantic crowd rumbles beneath them.
JACOB
Queenie?
Before anyone can stop him, he runs down the steps.
Protests were shouted across the room.
Most of them aimed at the man in question.
Queenie faced Jacob
Cupped his face and spoke clearly to Jacob.
"Honey you shouldn't of left teeny and newt, it's very dangerous."
Jacob lovingly pushes some stray hair behind queenie's ear.
"I'd walk through the gates of hell for you honey."
With the pads of his thumbs Jacob wipes away the stray tears falling down her cheeks.
The two only have eyes for each other completely indifferent to the many stares their receiving.
It's was clear for all to see just how much to two loved each other.
One could only wish to share there love.
NEWT and TINA dash after
him. LETA looks at KAMA, then follows NEWT.
KAMA hurries after her.
SCENE 111
INT. UNDERGROUND AMPHITHEATER—NIGHT
JACOB steps out of the narrow staircase into an underground amphitheater and
is confronted by a terrifying sight.
Thousands of witches and wizards mill around, some already seated on stone
benches. The atmosphere is edgy. Some are nervous but curious. Others excited,
still others ready for a fight. Masked ACOLYTES steward the crowd.
The ministry workers look at the crowd in concern, so many witches and wizards, Grindelwald has many followers. If he's already got the general population interested in his views the ministry were in big trouble.
ANGLE ON CREDENCE AND NAGINI entering the amphitheater.
Awed and intimidated by the sight, they are swept along in the swell of people
moving deeper into the auditorium.
NAGINI tries to hold CREDENCE back.
NAGINI
They're purebloods. They kill the likes of us for sport!
He carries on walking. NAGINI hesitates, then follows too.
Looking around, JACOB spots a familiar blond head—QUEENIE, being
accompanied to a front row seat by an ACOLYTE.
JACOB
(whispers)
Queenie.
Tina leta out a sigh of relief her sister is safe.
He pushes his way into the crowd.
ANGLE ON JACOB running toward QUEENIE.
She turns. Utter delight—
QUEENIE
Jacob! Honey, you're here! Hi!
Queenie straightens up.
Something doesn't feel right.
She flings her arms around his neck.
QUEENIE
(reading his mind)
Oh, honey, I'm so sorry, I never should have done it, I love you so much—
JACOB
And you know that I love you, right?
QUEENIE
Yeah.
JACOB
Good, now let's get the hell out of here.
Tina has her hands in a prayer position praying to Merlin, Morgana or any other diety in hopes her sister leaves.
Newt has his arms around Tina offering her silent support.
He tries to pull her back the way he came, but she tugs him back.
QUEENIE
(serious)
Oh, wait. Wait a second. I just thought maybe we could hear him
first. You know, just listen, that's all.
Heads turn to queenie.
Many faces show concern and weariness.
Queenie is in shock at the screen version of herself.
What is she doing?
Tina and newt are speechless not knowing what to say, every nerve was on fire.
This isn't good.
Please
Please
No
Queenie
JACOB
What are you talking about?
She pulls a confused JACOB into a seat beside her in the front row, clutching his
hand. JACOB looks around nervously at all the purebloods.
Ministry officials finger their Wands.
ANGLE ON NEWT AND TINA.
They are already in the crowd, TINA looking around for those they have
followed, but NEWT, perturbed, is starting to see the bigger picture.
TINA
It's a trap.
NEWT
Yeah. Queenie—the family tree—it's all been bait.
Travers try's to ignore the piercing eyes that are trained into his form.
Theseus and the others of his department are fixated on the screen.
Dumbledore gives a pointed stair to travers.
No matter how much he try's to Warn people they never listen.
He looks around. ACOLYTES are moving to cover all the entrances.
TINA
We have to find a way out of here, right now.
NEWT
You go find the others.
TINA
What are you gonna do?
NEWT
I'll think of something.
Theseus has moved next to his brother and grasped his hand in his own bigger one's
His brother is in the presence of dangerous people.
His younger brother.
He sets off. She moves more slowly into the crowd, looking for JACOB and
CREDENCE.
ANGLE ON AN ACOLYTE watching NEWT'S progress.
The lights dim. The crowd begins to cheer.
SCENE 112
INT. UNDERGROUND AMPHITHEATER—NIGHT
We follow GRINDELWALD onstage as the audience explodes with delight. Their
hysteria builds as he stands there, part demagogue, part rock star.
This is a concern to many people,
Especially Those who recognise some friends or family members in the crowd of supporters.
ANGLE ON TINA, edging through the crowd, searching.
She spots QUEENIE and, at a short distance, CREDENCE. Whom should she
approach first? She chooses CREDENCE, but as she moves, is blocked by an
ACOLYTE. They make eye contact. TINA knows she is wildly outnumbered.
Under the ACOLYTE'S gaze, she sinks onto a bench.
We pan over the crowd. We see QUEENIE, rapt, and JACOB, low in his seat and
scared . . . KAMA, who is skeptical . . . CREDENCE, transfixed, and NAGINI,
who trusts nobody . . . LETA, studying GRINDELWALD, wondering . . .
ANGLE ON GRINDELWALD, gesturing at the crowd to settle.
GRINDELWALD
My brothers, my sisters, my friends: the great gift of your applause
is not for me.
(off noises of denial)
No. It is for yourselves.
"He's always been a very charismatically even when we were younger."
Others in the room agree they themselves sucked in by his charisma.
ANGLE ON LETA, amid the crowd. She is not clapping, but she feels the pull of
GRINDELWALD'S charisma.
GRINDELWALD
You came today because of a craving and a knowledge that the old
ways serve us no longer . . . You come today because you crave
something new, something different.
ANGLE ON CREDENCE, listening.
GRINDELWALD
It is said that I hate Les Non-Magiques. The Muggles. The No-Maj.
The Can't-Spells.
Jeers and hisses from much of the crowd. JACOB sinks deeper into his seat.
Much like he is doing now.
Honesty this prejudice isn't new to him.
He loves England and Queenie more than anything but it's not always easy to ignore the disgusted looks thrown his way, whenever he enters diagon ally , or even the three broomsticks.
Sure he gets many polite nods and smiles but every now and then he will hear comments such as mudblood, scum and other vile words thrown his way.
QUEENIE is momentarily anxious; she seizes his hand: No, wait, listen—
GRINDELWALD
I do not hate them. I do not.
Silence from the crowd.
GRINDELWALD
For I do not fight out of hatred. I say the Muggles are not lesser, but
other. Not worthless, but of other value. Not disposable, but of a
different disposition.
(beat)
Magic blooms only in rare souls. It is granted to those who live for
higher things. Oh, and what a world we could make, for all of
humanity. We who live for freedom, for truth—
His eyes meet QUEENIE'S in the front row.
GRINDELWALD
—and for love.
"I might ha the him but... you've got to admit, he's good." Chaisty speaks up, her meek voice, slicing through the quiet room much like a knife through butter.
We pan across QUEENIE, now heart and soul his . . .
Wands turn to the shaken witch.
Jacob attempts to place himself between the wand holders and Queenie.
As if this would be able to protect her from the ministry.
Tena , newt and surprisingly leta and Theseus wands point towards the workers, in support of Queenie.
As head of the department it's Theseus who takes charge.
"This woman here is not guilty of any crime what so ever for she has not yet joined and may never join if you will remember what the voice said to us."
"Well said my boy."
There is a blinding light and suddenly standing before them is a goddess of a woman.
With glowing gold skin, flowing White hair, green eyes and a purple gown with white angle wings.
She hovers of the floor.
"This Queenie won't be joining the Grindelwald and has no allegiance to Grindelwald or any other dark wizard. Even though no one here will remember this place or anything you have witnessed Queenie has no reason to join the dark side."
nobody speaks, all to entranced by the woman Infront of them.
The mystery lady rolls her eyes and scoffs before disappearing in a flash.
SCENE 113
EXT. PÈRE LACHAISE CEMETERY—NIGHT
The figures of fifty AURORS appear in silhouette among the mausoleums. We
move in and see that THESEUS is one of them.
The tension is clear time anyone.
Dumbledore sighed, this wasn't going to end well.
Sometimes he didn't know why he bothered, the minister never took his warnings.
THESEUS
It isn't illegal to listen to him! Use minimum of force on the crowd.
We mustn't be what he says we are!
Dumbledore gives an approving nod towards the auror.
It filled his heat to know that at lest Theseus understood.
But on other faces we see nervousness, even fear, and on a few, a clear will to
fight, to avenge.
SCENE 114
INT. UNDERGROUND AMPHITHEATER—NIGHT
BACK TO GRINDELWALD onstage.
GRINDELWALD
The moment has come to share my vision of the future that awaits if
we do not rise up and take our rightful place in the world.
ROSIER appears onstage. Bowing, she presents the skull-hookah to
GRINDELWALD.
Total silence falls in the auditorium. GRINDELWALD is illuminated by the
skull's golden light. He inhales deeply through the tube. His eyes roll up into his
head. He exhales . . .
. . . and it is extraordinary. A gigantic Technicolor cloak seems to unfurl from his
lips across the high stone ceiling, bearing moving images—the crowd gasps—
Just like in the room.
Thousands of marching, booted feet . . . explosions, men running with guns . . .
CLOSE ON THE FACES OF THE CROWD, mesmerized and afraid, the light of
the vision playing across their faces.
CLOSE ON NEWT, stunned.
The vision of a nuclear blast rocks the amphitheater. It is horrifying. The crowd
feels it, is terrified. Screams, until the vision subsides, leaving murmurs of
panic . . .
Horrified gasps will the rooms.
Some have tears In Their eyes.
The Weasley have covered modesty's eye's in an attempt to keep her from witnessing these horrifying events.
Other look like they will be sick.
Dumbledore has no twinkle in his eyes, only sadness.
Theseus has leta's hands gripped in his.
Jacob has his arm around Queenie trying to comfort not only her, but himself.
Newt and Tina have arms around each other.
Picket had hidden himself inside of newts pocket.
CLOSE ON JACOB, horrified.
JACOB
Not another war . . .
The vision fades. All eyes return to GRINDELWALD.
GRINDELWALD
That is what we are fighting! That is the enemy—their arrogance,
their power lust, their barbarity. How long will it take before they
turn their weapons on us?
What was even more worrying, looking around the room,some people seemed to be agreeing with the man.
That wasn't good.
He wasn't even here in person yet he was bringing people to his cause.
We pan around the exits and see AURORS, unnoticed, entering the auditorium, fanning out among the crowd.
CLOSE ON THESEUS, who is worried: The situation is volatile and could go
badly wrong.
The crowd settles, agitated, expectant. They are waiting for some new,
extraordinary revelation.
GRINDELWALD
Do nothing when I speak of this. You must remain calm and contain your emotions.
(beat)
There are Aurors here among us.
There were groans.
That's not good.
Gasps. Heads turn. We see the AURORS looking around in panic. They are
wildly outnumbered. The crowd is hostile.
This isn't going to go down well.
GRINDELWALD
(to the AURORS who have just entered)
Come closer, brother wizards! Join us.
To mounting hisses and angry jeers, the AURORS know they have no choice but
to walk forward and show themselves.
Newt feels his blood pressure dropping, a sweat is on his forehead.
He wonder if this is what Theseus feels every time newt gets into trouble.
ANGLE ON LETA, turning to look.
She spots THESEUS. A long, charged look between them.
THESEUS
(to the other AURORS)
Do nothing. No force.
But one of the jumpiest young AURORS has made eye contact with the YOUNG
RED-HAIRED WITCH. She is angry, as twitchy as he is, fingering her wand.
Theseus turns to the auror.
"Marcus you haven't been on this team long, however your letting yourself get paranoid and a paranoid auror is not good."
GRINDELWALD
They have killed many of my followers, it is true. They caught and
tortured me in New York. They had struck down their fellow
witches and wizards for the simple crime of seeking truth, for
wanting freedom . . .
He is deliberately playing on the unstable YOUNG RED-HAIRED WITCH'S
feelings. The YOUNG AUROR raises his wand a few inches. He can sense her
desire for violence—
"Marcus I'm warning you." Theses growls out the clearly nervous new recruit.
GRINDELWALD
Your anger—your desire for revenge—is natural.
And it happens. She raises her wand, but the YOUNG AUROR curses first. To
the horror of her companions, she falls, dead.
Theseus has now turned his full flair onto the young Man.
Marcus has the sense to be remorseful.
He's screwed
"Marcus I assure you that if we weren't going to forget this whole situation I would have you badge on my desk as soon as we got back, but that's not going to happen, but you clearly don't have the sensibility to handle being an auror."
GRINDELWALD
No!
Screams fill the auditorium. GRINDELWALD ascends into the crowd, which
parts for him. He kneels and pulls the YOUNG RED-HAIRED WITCH'S limp
body into his arms.
GRINDELWALD
(to her friends)
Take this young warrior back to her family.
The Niffler, unnoticed, wriggles out from beneath GRINDELWALD'S boot and
disappears into the crowd.
Newt looks at this beloved creature in worry, it churned his stomach knowing one of his precious creature were near that man.
GRINDELWALD
Disapparate. Leave. Go forth from this place and spread the word: It
is not we who are violent.
Dumbledore is shaking his head.
The auror's had just gained him more followers.
They take the body and Disapparate, as does most of the crowd. THESEUS and
the AURORS watch the purebloods leave. THESEUS ushers his AURORS forward.
THESEUS
(looking at GRINDELWALD)
Let's take him.
They start to descend the amphitheater steps. GRINDELWALD turns his back on
the advancing AURORS, relishing the fight to come.
GRINDELWALD
Protego diabolica.
He spins and draws a protective circle of black fire around himself. The exits
close.
ABERNATHY, CARROW, KRAFFT, MACDUFF, NAGEL, and ROSIER walk
through the flames into the circle.
It's clearly about to get interesting.
ANGLE ON KRALL, hesitating.
Then he decides the circle is the better option, braces himself, runs into the fire
—and is consumed.
Gasps in horror.
"It will only let those who are loyal to Grindelwald through."
GRINDELWALD
Aurors, join me in this circle, pledge to me your eternal allegiance,
or die. Only here shall you know freedom, only here shall you know
yourself.
"I'd rather die than ever do that." Leta grits out.
Unknown to the occupant in the room, the goddess like woman is shaking her head in remorse, there's noting she could do, fate has only allowed her to meddle so much, she's treading a fine line already, given how much she has changed the future on this timeline.
GRINDELWALD sends a wall of flames into the air, pursuing fleeing AURORS.
GRINDELWALD
Play by the rules! No cheating, children.
NAGINI grabs CREDENCE and tries to drag him away with her, but he is
staring at GRINDELWALD.
Credence has gripped her hand.
CREDENCE
He knows who I am.
NAGINI
He knows what you were born, not who you are . . .
GRINDELWALD smiles at CREDENCE through the fire.
NEWT
Credence!
NEWT tries to fight the fire but it becomes more monstrous, lashing out with eel-
like spurs.
CREDENCE decides: Pulling free of NAGINI, he walks toward the flames.
Cadence can't bare the looks he's receiving he doesn't know which is worse.
The betrayal on his sisters face.
The disappointment in his foster parents.
Or the heartbroken expression of Nagini.
He had abandoned Someone he cared very deeply for, maybe even loved.
Devastated, NAGINI is forced back by the ever-expanding fire.
ANGLE ON QUEENIE AND JACOB, who are pressed up against a different
stretch of wall.
JACOB
Queenie. You gotta wake up.
QUEENIE
(a decision)
Jacob, he's the answer. He wants what we want.
Jacob and Queenie hold each other.
This won't be there future.
It's all Jacob could hold onto, the only things preventing him from completely falling apart.
This won't happen on our timeline.
JACOB
No, no, no, no, no, no.
QUEENIE
Yeah.
JACOB
No.
The black flames are coming toward them, fast.
ANGLE ON CREDENCE, walking through the flames.
GRINDELWALD embraces him like a prodigal son.
GRINDELWALD
This has all been for you, Credence.
There were scoffs
Yh sure
ANGLE ON QUEENIE AND JACOB.
QUEENIE
Walk with me.
JACOB
Honey, no!
QUEENIE
(screams)
Walk with me!
Jacob and Queenie watch the screen in horror, as there relationship completely fella part right in front of them.
Tina has tears in her eyes.
She failed her sister.
Even when they were young, Tina always knew it was her responsibility to take care of her sister, and the know she had let her down so greatly was painful.
JACOB
You're crazy.
She reads his mind, turns, hesitates, then walks into the black fire.
JACOB
(desperate, disbelieving)
No! Queenie, don't do it!
She screams, and JACOB covers his face, terrified, as she passes through the
ring of fire and joins GRINDELWALD'S side.
JACOB
Queenie . . .
TINA
QUEENIE!
QUEENIE Disapparates.
TINA retaliates, throwing a curse at GRINDELWALD, but the circle of fire
lashes out in ever more violent spears. GRINDELWALD conducts the flames as
though leading an orchestra, the Elder Wand his baton, as the forks of fire strike
at AURORS attempting to Disapparate or flee.
Half a dozen AURORS lose their heads and run through the flames to
GRINDELWALD.
Theseus glares at the traitors.
He felt responsible, they were under his leadership, how could he not suspect anything.
ANGLE ON NEWT AND THESEUS, standing together on the amphitheater
steps.
GRINDELWALD
Mr. Scamander. Do you think Dumbledore will mourn for you?
Dumbledore shakes his head sadly, he would very much mourn one of his favourite students.
GRINDELWALD throws a large burst of black fire at them both, and THESEUS
and NEWT defend themselves.
LETA (O.S.)
Grindelwald! Stop!
GRINDELWALD catches sight of LETA.
THESEUS
Leta . . .
Theseus holds leta's hand.
GRINDELWALD
This one I believe I know.
THESEUS makes a gigantic effort of will, carving a passage toward LETA,
determined to reach her. They are using all their skill to keep the flames at bay.
GRINDELWALD moves toward her through the flames as THESEUS fights
closer, desperate to reach her.
Leta closes her eyes in acceptance, she knew she most likely wouldn't make it to to end.
She had hoped, she didn't want to leave Theseus.
She wanted to spend the rest of her life with him.
Get married, someday have children of her own, grow old together.
But If this is to be it.
She's proud.
She will die fighting for good.
GRINDELWALD
Leta Lestrange . . . despised entirely amongst wizards . . . unloved,
mistreated . . . yet brave. So very brave.
(to LETA)
Time to come home.
He stretches out his hand. She contemplates it.
He looks at her, eyes narrowed.
She looks toward both THESEUS and NEWT, who are watching her, stunned.
LETA
I love you.
She points her wand at the skull in ROSIER'S hands, which explodes. ROSIER is
knocked backward and GRINDELWALD is momentarily obscured in a whirl of
chaos.
LETA
(to the others)
GO! GO!
The fire engulfs LETA. THESEUS goes wild. He tries to dive after her.
Theseus is crying, holding his love close.
His heart is hurting, he can't breath, he has never felt pain like this.
He want to believe that the woman's words were wrong.
" I must must warn you no one is immune to death, if your gonna die in one timeline your also will perish in all your timelines,"
A distraught newt is being comforted by Tina.
His first friend was gone.
His future sister was dead.
His mind was made up.
His side was chosen.
She will not die in vain.
But NEWT grabs him and they Disapparate. The fire, mirroring
GRINDELWALD'S rage, explodes, chasing them.
GRINDELWALD
(whispers)
I hate Paris.
No one can even attempt to lighten the somber mood.
SCENE 115
EXT. PÈRE LACHAISE CEMETERY—A MINUTE LATER—NIGHT
NEWT and THESEUS, TINA with JACOB, and KAMA with NAGINI all
Apparate out from the amphitheater. The black fire pursues them like a many-
headed hydra, erupting out of every mausoleum.
FLAMEL arrives at last.
The cemetery is on the verge of destruction. The fire GRINDELWALD has
unleashed is out of control. It forms dragon-like creatures intent on annihilation.
FLAMEL
TOGETHER! In a circle, your wand into the earth, or all Paris will be lost!
NEWT & THESEUS
Finite!
TINA
Finite!
KAMA
Finite!
FLAMEL
Finite!
Our heroes, minus JACOB, make a circle, plunge their wands into the earth.
It takes almost superhuman power to contain GRINDELWALD'S demonic fire,
which they are forced to combat with flames still more deadly. United, our
heroes fight . . .
And at last, their purifying fire drives GRINDELWALD'S back. The entrances to
the underground lair are sealed.
Despite the sadness and loss muggles are mesmerised by the sheer power displayed for them.
They have saved the city.
FLAMEL comforts JACOB. NAGINI sits in the darkness, tearful.
Credence wants to hug the said woman, though she has moved from the seat next to him to sit next to Chasity.
NEWT shuffles over awkwardly to the bereft THESEUS. NEWT hesitates,
struggling to find words of comfort. Then, for the first time in his life, he puts his
arms around his brother. They hug.
This was the first time as an adult that newt has hugged his brother without Theseus hugging newt first.
NEWT
I've chosen my side.
The Niffler hobbles over to NEWT, who picks him up . . .
NEWT
(to the Niffler)
Come on. Yeah. No, you're okay.
Newt looks at his beloved creature, who is singed.
His poor niffler
. . . then notices GRINDELWALD'S vial in its paws. He takes the pendant,
amazed. NEWT tucks both the vial and Niffler inside his coat.
Dumbledore is staring at the pendant in amazement, if he could find away to break the pact...