The perimeter of the leather case is dimly visible, but the place has swollen to the size of a small aircraft hangar. It contains what appears to be a safari park in miniature. Each of Newt's creatures has its own perfect, magically realized habitat.

INT. NEWT'S CASE, ANIMAL AREA -- DAY

Jacob steps into this world, totally amazed.

Newt is standing in the nearest habitat -- a slice of Arizona desert. This area contains a magnificent Thunderbird -- a creature like a large albatross, its glorious wings shimmering with cloud- and sun-like patterns. One of its legs is rubbed raw and bloody -- it has obviously been chained previously.

As the Thunderbird flaps its wings, its habitat fills with a torrential downpour, thunder, and lightning. Newt uses his wand to create a magical umbrella, shielding him from the rain.

Slowly the Thunderbird calms itself, lowering down to stand on a large rock in front of Newt. As it does, the rain dies down and is replaced by a brilliant, hot sunshine.

NEWT (eyes on the Thunderbird up high): "Come on -- come on… Down you come… Come on."

Newt puts his wand away and produces a handful of grubs from his pocket. The Thunderbird watches intently.

Newt strokes the Thunderbird with his free hand, calming him, affectionate.

NEWT: "Oh, thank Paracelsus. If you'd have got out that could have been quite catastrophic." (to Jacob) "You see, he's the real reason I came to America. To bring Frank home."

Newt, his face full of hope and expectation, hugs Frank's head. Then, grinning, he casts the handful of grubs high into the air. Frank soars majestically upward after them, sunlight bursting from his wings.

NEWT (to Jacob): "No, sorry -- stay there -- he's a wee bit sensitive to strangers." (to the Thunderbird, calming) "Here you are -- here you are." (to Jacob) "He was trafficked, you see. I found him in Egypt, he was all chained up. Couldn't leave him there, had to bring him back. I'm going to put you back where you belong, aren't I, Frank. To the wilds of Arizona."

Jacob, still staring, steps slowly forward. In reaction, the Thunderbird starts to flap his wings, agitated.

The Graphorn's strange slimy tentacles rest on Newt's shoulder, seeming to embrace him.

We hear Newt roar loudly again. Jacob hurries toward the sound, finding Newt in a sandy, moonlit territory.

Newt moves past Jacob, grabbing the bucket of meat.

Jacob stumbles after him as several Doxys buzz around his head. Dazed, he swats them out of the way. Behind him a large dung beetle rolls a giant ball of dung.

Newt watches him fly with love and pride. Then he turns, puts his hands to his mouth, and roars, beast-like, toward another area of the case.

JACOB: "Here who comes?"

A large creature comes charging into sight: A Graphorn -- built like a saber-toothed tiger but with slimy tentacles at its mouth. Jacob screams and tries to back off, but Newt grabs hold of his arm, stopping him.

NEWT: "You're all right. You're all right."

The Graphorn moves closer to Newt.

NEWT: "The Graphorns."

NEWT (under his breath): "Ah -- here they come."

NEWT (stroking the Graphorn): "Hello, hello!"

NEWT: "So they're the last breeding pair in existence. If I hadn't managed to rescue them, that could have been the end of Graphorns -- forever."

A younger Graphorn trots straight up to Jacob and begins licking his hand, circling him curiously. He stares down at it, then gently reaches out and strokes its head. Newt watches Jacob, pleased.

JACOB: "Aw."

NEWT (to Jacob): "He had a cold. He needed some body warmth."

They move toward a small tree bathed in sunlight. At their approach, a clan of Bowtruckles chatters and rushes out of the leaves.

A tiny bright pink bird, the Fwooper, flies past and comes to rest on a little perch, suspended from midair.

NEWT: "Yes, that's right. Rescue, nurture, and protect them, and I'm gently trying to educate my fellow wizards about them."

Newt heads up a small ramp of stairs.

NEWT: "Titus? Finn? Poppy, Marlow, Tom?"

NEWT: "All right."

They emerge into a sunlit glade, Newt producing Pickett from his pocket and holding him perched on his hand.

JACOB: "So what, you -- you rescue these creatures?"

They enter a bamboo wood, ducking and diving through the trees. Newt calls out:

Newt throws a piece of meat into the enclosure, which is hastily chased and consumed by the young Graphorn.

NEWT (to Jacob): "Come on."

NEWT: "Ah -- hello, you -- let me take a look at you."

Newt extends his arm toward the tree, trying to persuade Pickett to rejoin the others. The Bowtruckles clack noisily when they see Pickett.

JACOB: "I know these guys."

NEWT (to Jacob): "See, he has some attachment issues." (to Pickett) "Now, come on, Pickett. Pickett. No, they're not going to bully you… Now, come on. Pickett!"

NEWT: "Right, on you hop."

NEWT: "All right. But that is exactly why they accuse me of favoritism…"

Newt puts Pickett onto his shoulder and turns. On seeing a large, round, empty nest, he looks concerned.

From within a nearby nest, we hear chirping sounds.

NEWT (devastated): "I wonder where Dougal's gone."

Pickett clings by his spindly hands to one of Newt's fingers, desperate not to return to the tree. Newt finally resigns himself.

Newt reaches into the nest and scoops up a baby Occamy.

NEWT: "All right, I'm coming… I'm coming, Mum's here -- Mum's here."

NEWT: "New Occamy." (to Jacob) "Your Occamy."

Pickett steadfastly refuses to leave Newt's arm.

JACOB: "Newt… I don't think I'm dreaming."

JACOB: "Oh wow… Yeah, sure. Okay… Ah-ha."

JACOB: "I ain't got the brains to make this up."

JACOB: "Thank you." (croaky) "Mr. Scamander?"

NEWT: "Their nests tend to get ransacked by hunters."

JACOB: "What do you mean? My Occamy?"

NEWT: "Ah no, sorry -- don't pet them. They learn to defend themselves early. See, their shells are made of silver so they're incredibly valuable."

NEWT: "Call me Newt."

Jacob holds the newborn creature gently in his hands and stares. As he moves to stroke its head, the Occamy moves to nip him. Jacob starts backward.

Newt proffers the Occamy to Jacob.

Newt feeds the other babies in the nest.

Newt, delighted by Jacob's interest in his creatures, takes back the baby Occamy, placing it in the nest.

JACOB: "Okay…"

NEWT (vaguely amused): "What gave it away?"

NEWT: "Yes -- do you want to…?"

NEWT: "Actually, would you mind throwing some of those pellets in with the Mooncalves over there?"

Newt looks at Jacob, both intrigued and flattered.

JACOB: "Yeah, sure."

Jacob bends down and picks up the bucket of pellets.

As Jacob walks through the case, we see what appear to be golden 'leaves' falling from a tiny tree, which move together en masse toward the camera. They swarm upward, mingling with Doxys, Glow Bugs, and Grindylows, which float through the air.

NEWT: "Just over there…"

NEWT (annoyed): "Bugger -- Niffler's gone. Of course he has, little bugger. Any chance to get his hands on something shiny."

Newt grabs a nearby wheelbarrow and sets off farther into the case.

The camera pans up to reveal another magnificent creature, the Nundu -- looking almost exactly like a lion, it has a large mane that bursts forth when it roars. It stands proudly on a large rock, roaring at the moon. Newt scatters food at its feet and purposefully moves on.

JACOB (to himself): "What did you do today, Jacob? I was inside a suitcase."

A Diricawl -- a small, plump bird -- waddles in the foreground, followed by its constantly Apparating chicks, as Jacob climbs up a steep grassy bank.

JACOB (still feeding the Mooncalves): "There you go, cutie. Ah, there it is."

But Newt is gone. Jacob turns to see a curtain billowing open, behind which is revealed a snowscape.

ANGLE ON NEWT, now cradling a luminescent creature with sprouting alien-like tendrils. He feeds the creature with a bottle, while carefully watching how Jacob handles the Mooncalves -- he recognizes a kindred spirit.

JACOB (toward Newt): "Did you hear that?"

JACOB: "Take it easy -- take it easy."

A kind of icy cry echoes from nearby.

We push inward, toward a small, oleaginous black mass suspended in midair -- an Obscurus. Jacob, intrigued, moves into the snowscape to get a closer look.

At the top, Jacob finds a large moonlit rock face populated by little Mooncalves -- shy, with huge eyes filling their whole faces.

As he throws pellets, the Mooncalves bob eagerly up and down. Jacob visibly seems to be feeling better -- he really likes this…

JACOB: "Hey! Oh, hello, fellas -- all right -- all right."

The Mooncalves jump and hop down the rocks toward Jacob, who finds himself suddenly surrounded by their friendly, hopeful faces.

NEWT: "Step back…"

Jacob jumps.

JACOB: "Jeez…"

NEWT (O. S.) (sharp): "Step back."

NEWT: "So where would you say that a medium-sized creature that likes broad, open plains -- trees -- water holes -- that kind of thing -- where might she go?"

NEWT: "I need to get going, find everyone who's escaped before they get hurt."

NEWT: "It's an Obscurus."

JACOB: "What the hell is this thing?"

Jacob looks at Newt, who is momentarily lost in a bad reverie. Newt turns abruptly away and heads back toward the hut, his tone colder, more efficient, no longer happy to play about in the case.

NEWT: "I said step away."

The pair enters another forest, Newt plowing ahead, on a mission.

JACOB: "Before they could get hurt."

NEWT: "Yes, Mr. Kowalski. See, they're currently in alien terrain, surrounded by millions of the most vicious creatures on the planet." (A beat) "Humans".

The mass continues to swirl, emitting a disturbed, restless energy. Jacob reaches out to touch it.

Newt stops once more, staring into a large savannah enclosure, which is empty of any beasts.

JACOB: "What's the matter with this?"

JACOB: "All right, yeah -- okay -- I'll help you."

NEWT (picking up a bucket): "Come on, then."

JACOB: "Plains?"

JACOB: "Ah -- Central Park?"

NEWT: "You do realize that when they see you've stopped sweating, they'll Obliviate you in a heartbeat."

NEWT: "No."

He looks around. This world is extraordinary.

JACOB: "In New York City?"

NEWT: "Yes."

A beat.

JACOB: "What does 'Bliviate' mean?"

JACOB: "Where is Central Park?"

NEWT: "It'll be like you wake up and all memory of magic is gone."

JACOB: "Well, look, I would come and show you, but don't you think it's kind of a double cross? The girls take us in -- they make us hot cocoa…"

Jacob shrugs as he tries to think of somewhere.

JACOB: "I won't remember any of this?"

NEWT: "And where is that exactly?"