Page 175 - [2]Fantastic Beasts - The Crimes of Grindelwald - the Original Screenplay

hysteria builds as he stands there, part demagogue, part rock star.

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.

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.
QUEENIE is momentarily anxious; she seizes his hand: No, wait, listen—

GRINDELWALD

I do not hate them. I do not.