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MARY LOU (O.S.)

We have to fight together for the sake of our children – for the sake of tomorrow!

(to NEWT)

What do you say to that, friend?

As NEWT looks up towards MARY LOU, something seen from the corner of his eye catches his attention. The Niffler, a small furry black cross between a mole and a duck-billed platypus, is sitting on the steps of the bank, hastily pulling the beggar’s hat full of money out of sight behind a pillar.

NEWT, startled, looks down at his case.

ANGLE ON the Niffler, busy shovelling the beggar’s coins into a pouch in its belly. The Niffler looks up, notices NEWT’S gaze, and hurriedly gathers the rest of the coins before tumbling away and into the bank.

NEWT jolts forwards.

NEWT

Excuse me.

ANGLE ON MARY LOU – she looks confused at NEWT’S lack of interest in her cause.

MARY LOU (O.S.)

Witches live among us.

ANGLE ON TINA, moving through the crowd, eyeing NEWT suspiciously.

INT. LOBBY OF BANK – MOMENTS LATER – DAY

A large, impressive-looking bank atrium. In the centre, behind a golden counter, clerks are busy at work serving customers.

NEWT skids to a halt in the entrance of the space and looks around for his creature. His dress and demeanour make him out of place among the smartly dressed New Yorkers.

BANK EMPLOYEE

(suspicious)

Can I help you, sir?

NEWT

No, I was just… just… waiting.

NEWT motions towards a bench and backs away, taking a seat next to JACOB.

TINA peers at NEWT from behind a pillar.

JACOB

(nervous)

Hi. What brings you here?

NEWT is desperately trying to spot his Niffler.

NEWT

Same as you.

JACOB

You’re here to get a loan to open up a bakery?

NEWT

(looking around – preoccupied)

Yes.

JACOB

What are the odds of that? Well, may the best man win, I guess.

NEWT spots the Niffler, which is now stealing coins from someone’s bag.

JACOB holds out his hand, but NEWT is off.

NEWT

Excuse me.

NEWT darts away. In his place on the bench lies a large silver egg.

JACOB

Hey, mister… hey, mister!

NEWT doesn’t hear; he is too engaged in hunting the Niffler.