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eyes them suspiciously.
NEWT
Tina, about that fiancée business—
TINA
(brittle)
Sorry, yeah. I should have congratulated you—
The doors to the records office open. They enter briskly.
SCENE 96
INT. MINISTÈRE DES AFFAIRES MAGIQUES, RECORDS ROOM—NIGHT
The doors close behind them, plunging them into darkness.
NEWT
No, that’s—
TINA
Lumos.
An extraordinary acre of shelves stretches away from them, all carved to look like trees, so that they seem to be on the edge of the forest. Pickett pokes his head out of
NEWT’S pocket and squeals in excitement.
TINA
Lestrange.
Nothing happens.
TINA sets off, NEWT right behind her. They weave in and out of the carved shelves bearing rolls of parchment, the occasional prophecy, other mysterious trunks and
boxes.
NEWT
Tina—about Leta—
TINA
Yes, I’ve just said, I am happy for you—
NEWT
Yeah, well, don’t.
She stops. Looks at him. What?
NEWT
Please don’t be happy.
(in trouble)
Uh, no, no. I’m sorry. I don’t . . . Uh, obviously, I—Obviously I want you to be. And I hear that you are now. Uh, which is wonderful.
Sorry—
(a gesture of hopelessness)
What I’m trying to say is, I want you to be happy, but don’t be happy that I’m happy, because I’m not.
(off her confusion)
Happy.
(off her continued confusion)
Or engaged.
TINA
What?
NEWT
It was a mistake in a stupid magazine. My brother’s marrying Leta, June the sixth. I’m supposed to be best man. Which is sort of mildly hilarious.
TINA
Does he think you’re here to win her back?
(beat)
Are
you here to win her back?
NEWT
No! I’m here to—
A beat. He stares at her.
NEWT
—you know, your eyes really are—
TINA
Are what?
NEWT
I’m not supposed to say.
Pickett is climbing out of NEWT’S pocket onto the nearest shelf. NEWT doesn’t notice.
A beat. In a rush:
TINA
Newt, I read your book, and did you—?
NEWT
I still have a picture of you—wait, did you read—?
NEWT pulls the picture of her from his breast pocket and unfolds it. She is inordinately touched. He looks from the picture to TINA.
NEWT
I got this—I mean, it’s just a picture of you from the paper, but it’s interesting because your eyes in newsprint . . . See, in reality they
have this effect in them, Tina . . . It’s like fire in water, in dark water. I’ve only ever seen that—
(struggling)
I’ve only ever seen that in—
TINA
(whispers)
Salamanders?
A loud bang as the doors to the records room fly open. They jump apart. Somebody has entered the room. They draw back among the shelves.
TINA
Come.
ANGLE ON LETA in the doorway.
She walks inside, desperate. This is her last chance to hide evidence about Corvus’s death. The doors close behind her. She raises her wand.
LETA
Lestrange.
The shelves begin to move.
ANGLE ON MELUSINE, watching through the records room doors.
ANGLE ON NEWT AND TINA.
The giant trees are shifting all around them. They are almost crushed as the Lestrange “tree” flies toward them. They hop onto a shelf.
ANGLE ON LETA.
The towering stack stops, swaying, in front of her. She stares. An empty shelf confronts her. A mark in the dust where a box sat, a slip of parchment in its place.
She picks up the slip and reads it aloud.
LETA
“Records moved to Lestrange family tomb at Père Lachaise.”
She spots Pickett hiding among the deed boxes on the shelf.
LETA
Circumrota
.
The record tower turns, revealing NEWT and TINA clinging to the shelves.
LETA
Hello, Newt.
NEWT
Hello, Leta.
TINA
(awkwardly, but kindly)
Hi.
At that moment, MELUSINE enters the records room surrounded by growling Matagots.
NEWT
Oh no.
LETA
(scared)
What kind of cats are those?
NEWT
These aren’t cats, they’re Matagots. They’re spirit familiars. They guard the Ministry—but they won’t hurt you unless you—
Panicking, LETA fires a spell at one of the cats.
LETA
Stupefy!
Her spell not only fails, it causes the Matagots to multiply and
NEWT
Tina, about that fiancée business—
TINA
(brittle)
Sorry, yeah. I should have congratulated you—
The doors to the records office open. They enter briskly.
SCENE 96
INT. MINISTÈRE DES AFFAIRES MAGIQUES, RECORDS ROOM—NIGHT
The doors close behind them, plunging them into darkness.
NEWT
No, that’s—
TINA
Lumos.
An extraordinary acre of shelves stretches away from them, all carved to look like trees, so that they seem to be on the edge of the forest. Pickett pokes his head out of
NEWT’S pocket and squeals in excitement.
TINA
Lestrange.
Nothing happens.
TINA sets off, NEWT right behind her. They weave in and out of the carved shelves bearing rolls of parchment, the occasional prophecy, other mysterious trunks and
boxes.
NEWT
Tina—about Leta—
TINA
Yes, I’ve just said, I am happy for you—
NEWT
Yeah, well, don’t.
She stops. Looks at him. What?
NEWT
Please don’t be happy.
(in trouble)
Uh, no, no. I’m sorry. I don’t . . . Uh, obviously, I—Obviously I want you to be. And I hear that you are now. Uh, which is wonderful.
Sorry—
(a gesture of hopelessness)
What I’m trying to say is, I want you to be happy, but don’t be happy that I’m happy, because I’m not.
(off her confusion)
Happy.
(off her continued confusion)
Or engaged.
TINA
What?
NEWT
It was a mistake in a stupid magazine. My brother’s marrying Leta, June the sixth. I’m supposed to be best man. Which is sort of mildly hilarious.
TINA
Does he think you’re here to win her back?
(beat)
Are
you here to win her back?
NEWT
No! I’m here to—
A beat. He stares at her.
NEWT
—you know, your eyes really are—
TINA
Are what?
NEWT
I’m not supposed to say.
Pickett is climbing out of NEWT’S pocket onto the nearest shelf. NEWT doesn’t notice.
A beat. In a rush:
TINA
Newt, I read your book, and did you—?
NEWT
I still have a picture of you—wait, did you read—?
NEWT pulls the picture of her from his breast pocket and unfolds it. She is inordinately touched. He looks from the picture to TINA.
NEWT
I got this—I mean, it’s just a picture of you from the paper, but it’s interesting because your eyes in newsprint . . . See, in reality they
have this effect in them, Tina . . . It’s like fire in water, in dark water. I’ve only ever seen that—
(struggling)
I’ve only ever seen that in—
TINA
(whispers)
Salamanders?
A loud bang as the doors to the records room fly open. They jump apart. Somebody has entered the room. They draw back among the shelves.
TINA
Come.
ANGLE ON LETA in the doorway.
She walks inside, desperate. This is her last chance to hide evidence about Corvus’s death. The doors close behind her. She raises her wand.
LETA
Lestrange.
The shelves begin to move.
ANGLE ON MELUSINE, watching through the records room doors.
ANGLE ON NEWT AND TINA.
The giant trees are shifting all around them. They are almost crushed as the Lestrange “tree” flies toward them. They hop onto a shelf.
ANGLE ON LETA.
The towering stack stops, swaying, in front of her. She stares. An empty shelf confronts her. A mark in the dust where a box sat, a slip of parchment in its place.
She picks up the slip and reads it aloud.
LETA
“Records moved to Lestrange family tomb at Père Lachaise.”
She spots Pickett hiding among the deed boxes on the shelf.
LETA
Circumrota
.
The record tower turns, revealing NEWT and TINA clinging to the shelves.
LETA
Hello, Newt.
NEWT
Hello, Leta.
TINA
(awkwardly, but kindly)
Hi.
At that moment, MELUSINE enters the records room surrounded by growling Matagots.
NEWT
Oh no.
LETA
(scared)
What kind of cats are those?
NEWT
These aren’t cats, they’re Matagots. They’re spirit familiars. They guard the Ministry—but they won’t hurt you unless you—
Panicking, LETA fires a spell at one of the cats.
LETA
Stupefy!
Her spell not only fails, it causes the Matagots to multiply and
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