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DUMBLEDORE: Do you know why I admire you, Newt? More, perhaps, than any man I know? (off NEWT'S surprise) You don't seek power or popularity. You simply ask, is the thing right in itself? If it is, then I must do it, no matter the cost.
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INT. MINISTERE DES AFFAIRES MAGIQUES, RECORDS ROOM ATRIUM--NIGHT MELUSINE: Puis-je vous aider? NEWT: Er--yes, this is Leta Lestrange. And--I'm her-- TINA: Fiance. There is an increased awkwardness between them. NEWT: Tina, about that fiancee business-- TINA (brittle): Sorry, yeah. I should have congratulated you-- The doors to the records office open. They enter briskly. INT. MINISTERE DES AFFAIRES MAGIQUES, RECORDS ROOM--NIGHT The doors close behind them, plunging them into darkness. NEWT: No, that's-- TINA: Lumos. 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?
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You don't seek power or popularity. You simply ask, is the thing right in itself? If it is, then I must do it, no matter the cost.
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the-right-thing
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j-k-rowling
popularity
right-and-wrong
power
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"TINA: I'll have to go to the Ministry with what I've got. (a wobble in her voice) It was nice to see you again, Mr. Scamander. She strides from the room, leaving NEWT perplexed and upset. INT. FLAMEL HOUSE, HALLWAY--AFTERNOON JACOB follows TINA into the hall. JACOB: Hey, hold on one second, will you? Well, hold on! Wait! Tina! She leaves. As the front door closes, NEWT appears at the drawing room door. JACOB: (to NEWT) You didn't mention salamanders, did you? NEWT: No, she just--ran. I don't know . . . JACOB (firm): So you chase after her! NEWT grabs his case. He leaves. EXT. RUE DE MONTMORENCY--END OF DAY TINA is hurrying up the road. NEWT hastens to catch up. NEWT: Tina. Please, just listen to me-- TINA: Mr. Scamander, I need to go talk to the Ministry--and I know how you feel about Aurors-- NEWT: I may have been a little strong in the way that I expressed myself in that letter-- TINA: What was the exact phrase? "A bunch of careerist hypocrites"? NEWT: I'm sorry, but I can't admire people whose answer to everything that they fear or misunderstand is "kill it"! 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." --
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NEWT: That's all very well, Dumbledore, but, forgive me for asking, why can't you go? They stop. DUMBLEDORE: I can't move against Grindelwald. It has to be you. (beat) Well, I don't blame you, in your shoes I'd probably refuse too. It's late. Good evening, Newt. DUMBLEDORE Disapparates. NEWT: Oh c'mon! DUMBLEDORE'S empty glove reappears and tucks the business card bearing the address of the safe house into NEWT'S top pocket. NEWT (exasperated): Dumbledore.
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DUMBLEDORE conjures NICOLAS FLAMEL'S card from thin air and offers it to NEWT, who eyes it with suspicion. NEWT: What's that? DUMBLEDORE: It's an address of a very old acquaintance of mine. A safe house in Paris, reinforced with enchantments. NEWT: Safe house? Why would I need a safe house in Paris? DUMBLEDORE: One hopes you won't, but should things at some point go terribly wrong, it's good to have a place to go. You know, for a cup of tea. NEWT: No, no, no--absolutely not.
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newt-scamander
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"INT. DEFENSE AGAINST THE DARK ARTS CLASS--FOURTEEN YEARS PREVIOUSLY--DAY It is Boggart time. DUMBLEDORE supervises the line of teenagers advancing to try their luck. "Riddikulus"--"Riddikulus"--gusts of hilarity as a shark becomes a flotation device, a zombie's head turns into a pumpkin, a vampire turns into a buck-toothed rabbit. DUMBLEDORE: All right, Newt. Be brave. 16-YEAR-OLD NEWT moves to the front of the queue. The Boggart turns into a Ministry desk. DUMBLEDORE: Mmm, that's an unusual one. So Mr. Scamander fears what more than anything else in the world? 16-YEAR-OLD NEWT: Having to work in an office, sir. The class roars with laughter. DUMBLEDORE: Go ahead, Newt. 16-YEAR-OLD NEWT: Riddikulus! NEWT turns the desk into a gamboling wooden dragon and moves aside. DUMBLEDORE: Well done. Good job."
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NEWT withdraws his head, still leaning against the wall of the dark alleyway, to find a single black glove hanging in the air in front of him. He looks at it, expressionless. It gives a little wave, then points into the far distance. NEWT looks to where it is pointing. High on the dome of St. Paul's Cathedral, a tiny human figure raises its arm. NEWT looks back at the glove, which makes as though to shake hands. NEWT takes it, and he and the glove Disapparate. EXT. DOME OF ST. PAUL'S--EVENING Apparating beside a dandyesque forty-five-year-old wizard with graying auburn hair and beard. NEWT hands back his glove. NEWT: Dumbledore. (amused) Were the less conspicuous rooftops full, then? DUMBLEDORE (looking out over city): I do enjoy a view. Nebulus. A swirling fog descends over London. They Disapparate.
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DUMBLEDORE: How was it? NEWT: They're still convinced that you sent me to New York. DUMBLEDORE: You told them I didn't? NEWT: Yes. Even though you did. A beat. DUMBLEDORE inscrutable, NEWT wanting answers. NEWT: You told me where to find that trafficked Thunderbird, Dumbledore. You knew that I would take him home and you knew I'd have to take him through a Muggle port. DUMBLEDORE: Well, I've always felt an affinity with the great magical birds. There's a story in my family that a phoenix will come to any Dumbledore who is in desperate need. They say my great-great-grandfather had one, but that it took flight when he died, never to return. NEWT: With all due respect, I don't believe for a minute that's why you told me about the Thunderbird.
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