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    NEWT
    This way.
    QUEENIE sets off down the street, trotting in her haste to catch up with NEWT and JACOB.
    We follow her, drawing ever closer, as she chooses from a bewildering number of side alleys. So absorbed is she in trying to follow NEWT and JACOB—she can now
“hear” JACOB’S thoughts.
    QUEENIE
    (calls aloud, joyful)
    Jacob! Jacob?
    But he has gone. Exhausted and lonely, QUEENIE drops down to the curb in the rain, deafened by the clamor of the thoughts of those in the crowd around her.
    A hand falls onto QUEENIE’S shoulder. She turns, beaming. Her expression turns to puzzlement.
    ROSIER
    Madame? Tout va bien, Madame?

    SCENE 53
    EXT. BIRD MARKET—LATER THAT DAY
    CREDENCE and NAGINI walk into shot, looking around. CREDENCE steals birdseed as he passes a stall.
    GRIMMSON watches them, unnoticed.

    SCENE 54
    EXT. RUE PHILIPPE LORAND—SHORTLY AFTERWARD—DAY
    CREDENCE and NAGINI peer around the corner at the distant Number Eighteen. A light shines in the attic. A shadow moves in front of it.
    CREDENCE
    (scared)
    She’s home.
    Now he is here, he is rooted to the spot. He dare not proceed. NAGINI prizes his hand from behind his back.
    She leads him across the road.

    SCENE 55
    EXT. REAR OF 18 RUE PHILIPPE LORAND—MINUTES LATER—DAY
    A door stands open into the yard. They slide through it into a servants’ passageway. NAGINI’S nostrils flare. Her eyes dart around. There is something wrong.
They proceed toward the stairs.

    SCENE 56
    INT. 18 RUE PHILIPPE LORAND, LANDING OUTSIDE MAID’S ROOM—DAY
    CREDENCE and NAGINI reach the landing. A door stands ajar. A shadow cast by lamplight: what seems to be a woman, sewing. The shadow pauses in its work. NAGINI is edgy,
nervous, looking around.
    IRMA (O.S.)
    Qui est là?
    CREDENCE can neither move nor speak. NAGINI realizes this.
    NAGINI
    C’est votre fils, madame.
    She takes CREDENCE’S hand and pulls him gently into the room. Mended and freshly washed clothing hang from racks on the ceiling. They can see the shadow of a woman.
NAGINI’S senses are hyperalert. She can smell danger. The shadow stands.
    IRMA
    Qui êtes-vous?
    CREDENCE
    (whispers, terrified)
    Are you Irma? Are you . . . ? Are you Irma Dugard?
    No response. They move through the hanging fabric toward her.
    CREDENCE
    I’m sorry. Your name is on my adoption paper. Does this make sense? You gave me to Mrs. Barebone in New York.
    A beat.
    A tiny hand pushes the last piece of fabric aside. There stands IRMA: half-elf, half-human. CREDENCE’S face reveals confusion, awful disappointment.
    IRMA
    (to CREDENCE)
    I am not your mother. I was only a servant.
    (smiling)
    You were such a beautiful baby. And you are a beautiful man. I have missed you.
    ANGLE ON GRIMMSON, watching them from a doorway.
    CREDENCE
    Why didn’t they want me? But why is your name on my adoption paper?
    IRMA
    I took you to Mrs. Barebone because she was supposed to look after you.
    NAGINI’S fear is increasing.
    ANGLE ON THE DARK WALL BEHIND SWATHES OF FABRIC.
    The perfectly camouflaged GRIMMSON emerges from the wall, raises his wand, aims for the silhouetted figures, and dispatches a Killing Curse that sears through the sheets
and clothing, leaving smoldering holes. We hear a body fall. NAGINI screams. CREDENCE’S shadow has vanished.
    Grinning, certain of triumph, GRIMMSON slashes away the smoking fabric until he stands facing—
    IRMA, dead on the floor, and NAGINI, who backs away from him. Slowly, his grin fading, GRIMMSON looks up at the ceiling. The Obscurus is swirling there like thick black
smoke.
    In a flash, GRIMMSON conjures a domed Shield Charm around himself and IRMA’S body.
    And the Obscurus dives, pelting the Shield Charm like a million bullets, rising and re-forming and diving again, but though the magical barrier trembles, it is not
broken.
    Now the Obscurus expands in fury, smashing apart the attic like a tornado.
    GRIMMSON smiles up at the Obscurus: We’ll meet again. He Disapparates.
    Mingling