Graves stands. He looks down at Modesty, but she is clearly terrified and not the source of this magic. Graves turns and slowly draws his wand, the wall in front of him collapsing as though turned to sand, revealing another wall ahead. Modesty is nothing to him now.

GRAVES: "Out you come, now…"

GRAVES (whispering): "Modesty."

A faint jingle sounds.

ANGLE ON MODESTY cowering in a corner, wide-eyed with fear and shaking as Graves approaches.

INT. TENEMENT IN THE BRONX, DERELICT ROOM -- NIGHT

GRAVES (gentle): "There's no need to be afraid. I'm here with your brother, Credence."

Graves extends his hand.

Modesty whimpers with terror at the mention of Credence.

Graves bends down and puts his wand away -- once again playing the soothing parent.

As each wall collapses in front of him, he is transfixed, elated, yet also aware that he has made a colossal error…

ANGLE ON THE CEILING as cracks begin to appear, spreading like a spider's web. Dust begins to fall as the walls shake uncontrollably, the room beginning to disintegrate around them.

CREDENCE: "I trusted you. I thought you were my friend. That you were different."

GRAVES: "You can control it, Credence."

GRAVES: "Credence… I owe you an apology…"

Graves stands watching as the Obscurus zooms out and over the city.

The final wall collapses. He is facing Credence, who stares at him, unable to control his fury, his sense of betrayal, his bitterness.

Credence's face begins to contort, his rage tearing him from within.

CREDENCE (whispers, making eye contact finally): "But I don't think I want to, Mr. Graves."

The Obscurus moves horribly beneath Credence's skin. An awful inhuman growl comes out of his mouth, from which something dark begins to bloom.

This force finally takes over Credence, his whole body exploding into a dark mass that hurtles forward out the window, narrowly missing Graves.