Nearing the end of his strength, Credence falls to his knees.

  Aberforth moves to help him, but is held back gently by Dumbledore.

  DUMBLEDORE

  Not now. Wait.

  Newt pulls free of his captors.

  NEWT

  He did it to trick you. He killed it and bewitched it so that you might think him worthy to lead. But he doesn’t want to lead you, he just wants you to follow.

  GRINDELWALD

  Words. Words designed to deceive. To make you doubt what you’ve seen with your own two eyes.

  NEWT

  There were two Qilins born that night. A twin. And I know that, I know that—

  GRINDELWALD

  Because . . . ? Because you have no proof. Because there was no second Qilin. Am I not right?

  NEWT

  Its mother had been killed.

  GRINDELWALD

  Then where is it now, Mr. Scamander?

  Grindelwald looks at Newt, triumphant, when his gaze falls to a green-robed dignitary . . .

  She steps forward, into the light, a CASE in hand, and gives it to Newt, who stares at it, dumbfounded.

  The robed figure looks up to reveal . . . Bunty.

  BUNTY

  No one can know everything, Newt. Remember?

  She glances around, abruptly—and uncomfortably—aware of the dignified persons present, then moves away as Newt opens the lid of the case.

  A small head emerges, looks about.

  The Qilin.

  Vogel stares incredulously, nervously eyeing Grindelwald, who looks unsettled as well. Theseus and Lally exchange stunned glances. Tina watches on from the AMERICAN MINISTRY. Newt, more stunned than anyone, smiles—looking relieved, grateful.

  As everyone watches, the Qilin crawls out of the case and stands upright, blinking in confusion, trying to get its bearings. Then, sensing something, it turns and sees:

  The bewitched Qilin, standing by Grindelwald’s side.

  Instantly, the Qilin SOFTLY KEENS, calling out, the sound heartbreaking in its naked emotion, but its twin’s expression remains unchanged, its eyes blank.

  Newt kneels down beside the confused Qilin.

  NEWT

  (softly)

  She can’t hear you, little one. Not here. But perhaps somewhere she’s listening in . . .

  VOGEL

  This is the true Qilin!

  Vogel snatches up the bewitched Qilin and turns to all those watching.

  VOGEL (CONT’D)

  Look at it! You can see it with your own eyes . . . This is the true—

  He falters as the Qilin in his hands slumps to the side, its eyes dark and empty.

  The British Witch we last saw in Berlin steps forward.

  BRITISH WITCH

  This can’t be allowed to stand! The vote must be taken again. Come on, Anton. Do something!

  Vogel looks confused, frightened.

  The living Qilin is slowly making its way toward Dumbledore.

  DUMBLEDORE

  No. No. No. Please.

  The Qilin eyes him carefully, its probing eyes silencing Dumbledore. The Qilin begins to glow and then slowly bows.

  Newt looks on curiously, compassionately.

  DUMBLEDORE (CONT’D)

  I’m honored.

  (a troubled beat)

  Just as two of you were born that night, there is another here. Equally worthy. I’m certain of it.

  Dumbledore gently strokes the Qilin.

  DUMBLEDORE (CONT’D)

  Thank you.

  The Qilin eyes Dumbledore curiously before making its way toward Santos to bow, as Grindelwald watches on with disgust.

  Grindelwald looks at Dumbledore, consumed by the moment—and raises his wand toward the Qilin. Credence, seeing Grindelwald taking aim at the Qilin, summons what strength he has and stands before him.

  Lightning fast, Grindelwald turns and casts a spell toward CREDENCE WHEN . . .

  . . . a BRIGHT, BLINDING SHIELD OF LIGHT materializes in front of Credence, courtesy of . . .

  . . . Dumbledore and Aberforth, who—reflexively—independently—have cast protective spells.

  As Grindelwald’s spell strikes the SHIMMERING SHIELD OF LIGHT, we follow his gaze up the path of the spell and discover . . .

  . . . his and Dumbledore’s spells have knotted together.

  As one, their gazes meet, each stunned to find themselves shackled to the other. For a moment, they remain like this, connected, each draining the power of the other, the world in suspension. Then:

  The troth’s CHAIN SHATTERS, sending the CRYSTAL slowly spinning to the ground. Grindelwald and Dumbledore watch as the light from the troth begins to FLICKER, and with a FLASH, everything goes suddenly silent . . . The world goes slowly STILL, as if the rotation of the earth itself were slowing.

  The troth continues to spin slowly through the air, its center cracking.

  Their spells evaporate. Grindelwald’s and Dumbledore’s eyes meet, both realizing in the same moment that they have been emancipated.

  Instantly, their wands rise, FLASHING again and again—fire and parry, fire and parry—in a dizzying—and cathartic—display of power. As they continue to battle, they draw closer and closer, neither able to get the best of the other, neither willing to concede, until finally, nearly face-to-face, their arms cross and they . . .

  Stop. Chests heaving. Eyes locked on each other. Dumbledore reaches out, delicately puts his hand on Grindelwald’s heart. Grindelwald does the same, hand on Dumbledore’s.

  Dumbledore, head bowed, peers up into Grindelwald’s eyes.

  Just then, a THIN THREAD of YELLOW LIGHT stitches its way up into the sky from the crowd below. Moments later, another THREAD of YELLOW LIGHT joins it. Then another.

  Grindelwald watches, his face betraying an impending dread.

  Dumbledore watches more threads of light knit their way into the sky and, looking strangely moved, turns away, making to rejoin the frozen world behind him.

  Grindelwald stands stricken.

  GRINDELWALD

  Who will love you now, Dumbledore?

  The blood troth strikes the floor.

  CRACK.

  It breaks in two, and smoke rises from its center . . . The world begins to rotate on its axis once more, the figures surrounding Grindelwald and Dumbledore coming back to life.

  Dumbledore doesn’t turn, leaving Grindelwald behind, to stand alone.

  GRINDELWALD (CONT’D)

  You’re all alone.

  Instantly, a THOUSAND YELLOW THREADS LACE THE SKY and all are bathed in a soft yellow light. MAGICAL MINISTRIES around the world, including Brazil and France, cheer for Santos, sending their own exploding yellow spells into the air. Grindelwald looks on, defeated.

  He gazes over at those who oppose him, unified now as they move toward him, led by Santos and the Qilin, pointing their wands in his direction.

  Apparating to the edge, Grindelwald stands backed to the precipice of a great cliff. He rapidly puts a shield around him as spells are cast from those who stand opposite.

  But there is only one person who interests him: Dumbledore.

  GRINDELWALD (CONT’D)

  I was never your enemy. Then or now.

  Almost as ONE, spells fly toward Grindelwald, when, with one final glance at Dumbledore . . . he falls backward and Apparates.

  Theseus, Lally, and Kama, followed by others, race to the wall edge to see . . .

  He’s gone.

  Dumbledore looks away, sees Aberforth cradling Credence. Credence is weak now, looking at Aberforth curiously, his face bathed in yellow light.

  CREDENCE

  Did you ever think of me?

  ABERFORTH

  Always. Come home.

  Aberforth reaches his hand out and lifts his son up to his feet. As they begin to descend, Dumbledore watches as the Phoenix takes flight behind them and drifts slowly down the mountain.

  Newt looks out over the sea of yellow and the Kingdom of Bhutan beyond. He looks suddenly weary.

  BUNTY

  Here she is.

  Newt turns, sees Bunty standing with the Qilin.

  NEWT

  Well done, Bunty.

  Bunty shakes her head and smiles.

  NEWT (CONT’D)

  Come on, little one.

  Newt opens the case for the Qilin.

  BUNTY

  I’m sorry. I must have given you an awful fright.

  Newt takes the Qilin. Shakes his head.

  NEWT

  No, I think sometimes it takes losing something to realize quite how much it means.

  Bunty eyes Newt’s case as he cradles the Qilin. She spots the picture of Tina and smiles gently.

  BUNTY

  And sometimes you just . . .

  She falters. Newt studies her.

  BUNTY (CONT’D)

  Sometimes you just know.

  She turns away, heading back toward the others.

  NEWT

  In you pop.

  As Newt places the Qilin in the case, we CUT TO:

  Jacob, watching Dumbledore from a distance.

  DUMBLEDORE

  Mr. Kowalski, I owe you an apology.

  Jacob turns, sees Dumbledore.

  DUMBLEDORE (CONT’D)

  It was never my intent for you to suffer the Cruciatus Curse.

  JACOB

  Yeah, well, you know, we got Queenie back, so we’re square.

  (a beat)

  Hey, can I ask you a question?

  Jacob glances around, then leans forward, WHISPERS.

  JACOB (CONT’D)

  Can I keep this? You know, for like old times’ sake?

  Dumbledore looks down, sees the snakewood wand in Jacob’s hand, then looks up, studies him.

  DUMBLEDORE

  I can’t think of anyone more deserving.

  JACOB

  Thanks, Professor.

  Jacob grins happily and pockets it. Dumbledore watches him head toward Queenie before joining Newt.

  Inspecting the edge of the cliff, Dumbledore removes the broken blood troth from his pocket and shows Newt.

  DUMBLEDORE

  Remarkable.

  NEWT

  But how? I thought you couldn’t move against one another.

  DUMBLEDORE

  We didn’t. He sought to kill. I sought to protect. Our spells met.

  Dumbledore smiles ruefully.

  DUMBLEDORE (CONT’D)

  Let’s call it fate. After all, how else would we fulfill our destinies?

  Newt eyes him curiously when Theseus joins them.

  THESEUS

  Albus. Promise me. You’ll find him. And stop him.

  Dumbledore nods.

  The yellow sky toward the horizon begins to DISSOLVE, slowly fading to black . . .

  96 EXT. LOWER EAST SIDE—NEW YORK—NIGHT

  . . . onto a street on the Lower East Side, where the WINDOWS of KOWALSKI’S BAKERY glow warm with light.

  KOWALSKI BAKERY LOCATION RENDERING

  97 INT. KOWALSKI’S BAKERY—CONTINUOUS—NIGHT

  PEOPLE flit in and out of view—both Muggle and magical. Jacob’s wedding cake now stands proud with the bride and groom on top, reunited.

  JACOB

  Albert! Don’t forget the pierogies!

  ALBERT

  Yes, Mr. K.

  Jacob and Newt stand in matching MORNING SUITS, Jacob fighting a losing battle with his tie.

  JACOB

  Albert! No more than eight minutes on the kolaczkis.

  ALBERT

  Yes, Mr. K.

  JACOB

  (to Newt)

  He’s a sweet kid. He doesn’t know the difference between paszteciki and golabki.

  Just then, Queenie enters in a BEAUTIFUL LACE GOWN.

  QUEENIE

  Hey, sweetheart.

  JACOB

  What!

  QUEENIE

  Newt doesn’t know what you’re talking about. I don’t know what you’re talking about. And you are not working today, remember?

  (eyeing Newt)

  Are you all right, honey?

  (to Newt)

  You’re nervous about the speech. Don’t be nervous.

  (to Jacob)

  Tell him, honey—

  JACOB

  Don’t be nervous about the speech.

  NEWT

  I’m not nervous.

  JACOB

  What’s that smell? Why is there burning?! Albert!

  Jacob rushes off. Queenie rolls her eyes.

  QUEENIE

  Maybe we’re nervous about something else, huh?

  NEWT

  I can’t imagine what you’re talking about.

  Queenie smiles knowingly, moves off.

  98 EXT. KOWALSKI’S BAKERY—MOMENTS LATER—NIGHT

  Newt steps out under the front awning and takes out a piece of PAPER. Unfolds it. Begins to MUTTER his speech.

  NEWT

  The day that I first met Jacob . . . the day that I first met Jacob we were both sitting in the Steen National Bank . . . Never would I—

  Newt frowns, looks up. Sees a FIGURE on the bus bench across the street, sitting in the falling snow.

  Just then, something tickles the periphery of Newt’s vision and he turns—slowly—to see a WOMAN approaching through the snow. He doesn’t need to look twice. He knows.

  Tina.

  NEWT (CONT’D)

  The maid of honor, I presume?

  TINA

  The best man, I gather?

  NEWT

  You’ve done something to your hair?

  TINA

  No. Oh . . . Well, yes, actually, just for tonight.

  NEWT

  Well, it suits you.

  TINA

  Thank you, Newt.

  They look at each other, no longer talking, when . . .

  . . . Lally and Theseus appear.

  THESEUS

  Hello.

  NEWT

  Look who’s here.

  THESEUS

  How are you?

  NEWT

  You look wonderful, Lally.

  LALLY

  Well, thank you, Newt. I appreciate it. Good luck.

  (to Tina)

  Tina. Come on. You must tell me how MACUSA’s been.

  They slip inside the bakery.

  Newt goes to follow the others inside, then pauses, looking back in the direction of the street. A moment passes, then:

  THESEUS

  What about me? How do I look? You all right?

  NEWT

  You look fine.

  THESEUS

  You okay?

  NEWT

  Yeah, I’m all right.

  THESEUS

  You’re not nervous, are you? Can’t be nervous about a speech after saving the world.

  A look between them, and then Newt looks across and sees Dumbledore sitting on the bus bench opposite.

  Newt steps across the snowy street, pauses before the bench.

  DUMBLEDORE

  It’s a historic day. Where once was before, there will now be after. Funny how historic days seem so ordinary when you’re living them.

  NEWT

  Perhaps that’s what happens when the world gets things right.

  DUMBLEDORE

  It’s jolly nice to know it happens occasionally.

  Newt eyes him.

  NEWT

  I didn’t know if I’d see you here.

  DUMBLEDORE

  I wasn’t sure you would either.

  Their eyes meet, then Dumbledore looks off. The door to the bakery opens and Queenie appears. Luminous.

  QUEENIE

  Hey, Newt! Jacob seems to think he’s lost the ring. Please tell me you’ve got it.

  Newt turns and Pickett pops out of his pocket, clutching a SIMPLE BAND with a SMALL, but lovely, CHIP of a DIAMOND.

  NEWT

  No, it’s all good.

  She smiles, then disappears inside. Newt looks at Pickett.

  NEWT (CONT’D)

  Good man, Pick.

  (looking at Dumbledore)

  I should probably—

  Dumbledore says nothing, still staring off.

  DUMBLEDORE

  Thank you, Newt.

  NEWT

  What for?

  DUMBLEDORE

  Pick your poison.

  Newt nods.

  DUMBLEDORE (CONT’D)

  I really couldn’t have done it without you.

  Newt smiles faintly. Dumbledore merely nods. Newt starts to go, then stops.

  NEWT

  I’d do it again, by the way. Should you ask.

  Newt eyes him curiously, then turns, walks back to the bakery, and disappears inside.

  As he closes the door, a YOUNG WOMAN wearing a DRESS PATTERNED IN RED ROSES comes rushing into view.

  Looking confused, she glances about in quiet alarm, then spies the bakery.

  Bunty.

  Dumbledore watches her hurry inside.

  He sits another moment, looking around, then rises.

  99 INT. KOWALSKI’S BAKERY—CONTINUOUS—NIGHT

  Queenie steps forward to join Jacob in front of a MAGICAL MINISTER. Queenie turns and looks at him, as behind, Newt and Tina, Lally, Theseus, Bunty, and Albert gather, watching with emotion.

  JACOB

  Wow. You’re so beautiful.

  100 EXT. KOWALSKI’S BAKERY—CONTINUOUS—NIGHT

  Dumbledore looks through the window and smiles. He pulls the collar of his coat tight and begins to move off, striding alone through the snow-strewn street toward the wintry horizon in the distance.

  LOWER EAST SIDE, NEW YORK, LOCATION RENDERING

  Special thanks to the cast, crew, and creative team from Fantastic Beasts: The Secrets of Dumbledore, whose work is featured in the commentary, production renderings, sketches, and graphic designs included in this book.

  This book was designed by Paul Kepple and Alex Bruce at Headcase Design. The text was set in ITC Stone Serif, a typeface designed by Sumner Stone.