Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them

Gnarlak sits himself at the end of their table, an air of confidence and dangerous control. A house-elf hastily brings him a drink.

GNARLAK

So—you’re the guy with the case full of monsters, huh?

NEWT

News travels fast. I was hoping you’d be able to tell me if there have been any sightings. Tracks. That sort of thing.

Gnarlak downs his drink. Another house-elf brings him a document to sign.

GNARLAK

You’ve got a big price on your head, Mr. Scamander. Why should I help you instead of turnin’ you in?

NEWT

I take it I’ll have to make it worth your while?

The house-elf scurries off holding the signed document.

GNARLAK

Hmm—let’s consider it a cover charge.

Newt pulls out a couple of Galleons and slides them across the table toward Gnarlak, who barely looks up.

GNARLAK

(not impressed)

Huh—MACUSA’s offerin’ more’n that.

A beat.

Newt pulls out a beautiful metal instrument and places it on the table.

GNARLAK

Lunascope? I got five.

Newt rummages in his coat pocket and pulls out a glowing, frozen ruby egg instead.

NEWT

Frozen Ashwinder egg!

GNARLAK

(finally interested)

You see—now we’re—

Gnarlak suddenly spots Pickett, who is peeking out of Newt’s pocket.

GNARLAK

—wait a minute—that’s a Bowtruckle, right?

Pickett quickly retreats and Newt puts a hand protectively over his pocket.

NEWT

No.

GNARLAK

Ah, come on, that’s a Bowtruckle—they pick locks—am I right?

NEWT

You’re not having him.

GNARLAK

Well, good luck gettin’ back alive, Mr. Scamander, what with the whole of MACUSA on your back.

Gnarlak gets up and walks away.

NEWT

(in agony)

All right.

Gnarlak, turned away from Newt, smiles viciously.

Newt extracts Pickett from his pocket. Pickett clings to Newt’s hands, madly clicking and whining.

NEWT

Pickett . . .

Newt slowly hands Pickett over to Gnarlak. Pickett reaches his little arms forward, imploring Newt to take him back. Newt cannot look at him.

GNARLAK

(regarding Pickett)

Ah yeah . . .

(to Newt)

Somethin’ invisible’s been wreakin’ havoc around Fifth Avenue. You may wanna check out Macy’s department store. Might help with what you’re looking for.

NEWT

(sotto voce)

Dougal . . .

(to Gnarlak)

Right, one last thing. There’s a Mr. Graves who works at MACUSA—I was wondering what you knew of his background.

Gnarlak stares. A sense that there is much that he could say—and that he’d rather die than say it.

GNARLAK

You ask too many questions, Mr. Scamander. That can get you killed.

ANGLE ON A HOUSE-ELF carrying a crate of bottles.

HOUSE-ELF

MACUSA ARE COMING!

The house-elf Disapparates. Other customers throughout the bar hurriedly do the same.

TINA

(getting to her feet)

You tipped them off!

Gnarlak stares at them, chuckling menacingly.

Behind Queenie, the wanted posters on the wall update to show Newt’s and Tina’s faces.

Aurors begin Apparating into the speakeasy.

Jacob, seemingly innocent, saunters up to Gnarlak.

JACOB

Sorry, Mr. Gnarlak—

Jacob punches Gnarlak straight in the face, knocking him backward. Queenie looks delighted.

JACOB

—reminds me of my foreman!

Throughout the bar, various customers are being apprehended by the Aurors.