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The force of the change sends Tina, Newt, and the Aurors stumbling backward.

GRAVES: "You fools. Do you realize what you've done?"

Under this pressure, the Obscurus finally seems to implode -- a white ball of magical light taking over from the black mass.

Graves, however, climbs up, back onto the platform, as close as possible to the remnants of the black mass.

INT. SUBWAY -- NIGHT

MADAM PICQUERY: "The Obscurial was killed on my orders, Mr. Graves."

Aurors continue to aim spells at the Obscurus, their efforts unrelenting and brutal.

Newt gets to his feet, his face racked with deep-felt grief. Tina remains on the floor, crying.

The Aurors advance toward Graves.

Graves seethes as the others watch him with interest. Madam Picquery emerges from behind the Aurors, her tone steely, questioning.

GRAVES: "Yes. And history will surely note that, Madam President."

All power subsides. Only small tatters of black matter are left -- floating through the air like feathers.

Graves moves toward her along the platform, his tone threatening.

GRAVES (laughing bitterly): "A law that has us scuttling like rats in the gutter! A law that demands that we conceal our true nature! A law that directs those under its dominion to cower in fear lest we risk discovery! I ask you, Madam President --" (eyes flashing to all present) "-- I ask all of you -- who does this law protect? Us?" (gesturing vaguely to the No-Majs above) "Or them?" (smiling bitterly) "I refuse to bow down any longer."

MADAM PICQUERY: "He was responsible for the death of a No-Maj. He risked the exposure of our community. He has broken one of our most sacred laws --"

GRAVES: "What was done here tonight was not right!"

Graves strides confidently back along the platform, firing spells at both groups of Aurors facing him. Spells fly back at him from all angles, but Graves parries them all. Several Aurors are sent flying -- Graves appears to be winning…

Graves walks away from the Aurors.

MADAM PICQUERY (to the Aurors flanking her): "Aurors, I'd like you to relieve Mr. Graves of his wand and escort him back to --"

As Graves moves down the platform, a wall of white light suddenly appears in front of him, blocking his path.

Graves thinks for a moment -- a sneer of derision and irritation crossing his face. He turns.

TINA: "Accio."

NEWT: "Revelio."

Newt and Tina slowly advance, Newt raising his wand.

Graves transforms. He is no longer dark, but blond and blue-eyed. He is the man on the posters. A murmur spreads through the crowd: GRINDELWALD.

Graves's wand flies into Tina's hand. Graves looks around at them, a deep hatred in his eyes.

With a sense that he's been holding this one back, he slashes it through the air: Out flies a crackling rope of supernatural light that wraps itself around Graves like a whip. Graves tries to hold it off as it tightens, but staggers, struggles, and falls to his knees, dropping his wand.

In a split second, Newt pulls the cocoon from his pocket and releases it at Graves. The Swooping Evil soars around him, shielding Newt and the Aurors from Graves's spells, and giving Newt time to raise his wand.

GRINDELWALD (with contempt): "Do you think you can hold me?"

Madam Picquery moves toward him.

MADAM PICQUERY: "We'll do our best, Mr. Grindelwald."

Grindelwald stares intently at Madam Picquery, his expression of disgust turning into a small, derisory smile. He is forced to his feet by two Aurors, who move him toward the entrance.

A pause. Newt's attention snaps back to the problem at hand.

He is led away, up and out of the subway. Newt watches, bemused.

TIME CUT: Queenie and Jacob push their way through to the front of the Aurors. Jacob holds Newt's case.

As Newt follows Madam Picquery's gaze, he sees a tendril of black matter, a small part of the Obscurus, floating down through the roof. Unnoticed by anyone else, it eventually floats up and away, trying to reconnect with its host.

MADAM PICQUERY: "We owe you an apology, Mr. Scamander. But the magical community is exposed! We cannot Obliviate an entire city."

NEWT (humble, completely grateful): "Thank you."

Madam Picquery addresses the group as she stares through the broken roof of the subway station, into the world outside.

GRINDELWALD: "Will we die, just a little?"

He hands Newt his case.

Queenie hugs Tina. Newt stares at Jacob.

As Grindelwald reaches Newt, he pauses -- both smiling and sneering.

A beat as this sinks in.

JACOB: "Hey… I figured somebody oughta keep an eye on this thing."

NEWT: "Actually, I think we can."

Newt moves forward -- he examines Frank, a look of real tenderness and pride on his face.

CLOSE ON NEWT'S OPEN CASE.

Suddenly the Thunderbird bursts forth in a flurry of feathers and gushes of wind -- the crowd of Aurors backs away. The creature is beautiful, mesmerizing but scary, as he flaps his powerful wings and hovers above them.

TIME CUT: Newt has placed his case wide-open underneath the huge hole in the subway roof.

NEWT: "I was intending to wait until we got to Arizona, but it seems like now you are our only hope, Frank."

The assembled group watches in awe.

NEWT (to the Thunderbird): "You know what you've got to do."

Newt throws the vial high up into the air -- Frank lets out a sharp cry, catching it in his beak and immediately soaring out of the subway.

NEWT: "I'll miss you too."

Newt steps back, taking the flask of Swooping Evil venom from his pocket.

A look between them -- an understanding. Newt reaches out his arm, and Frank presses his beak lovingly into the embrace -- they nuzzle each other affectionately.