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A seedy, low-ceilinged speakeasy for the down-and-out of New York's magical community. Every witch and wizard criminal in New York is here, their wanted posters hanging proudly on the walls. A glimpse of GELLERT GRINDELWALD: WANTED FOR NO-MAJ SLAYINGS IN EUROPE.

INT. THE BLIND PIG -- NIGHT

A glamorous goblin jazz singer croons on a stage full of goblin musicians, smoky images wafting from her wand to illustrate her lyrics. All is dingy and shabby, an atmosphere of menacing fun.

JAZZ SINGER: "The phoenix cried fat tears of pearl. When the dragon snapped up his best girl, And the Billywig forgot to twirl. When his sweetheart left him cold, And the unicorn done lost his horn, And the Hippogriff feels all forlorn, 'Cause their lady loves have upped and gawn, Or that's what I've been told --"

Jacob stands at the seemingly unmanned bar, waiting to be served.

JACOB: "How do I get a drink in this joint?"

Out of nowhere, a thin bottle of brown liquid zooms toward him. He catches it, stunned.

The head of a house-elf peers up at him from behind the bar.

JACOB: "My uncle's a house-elf."

HOUSE-ELF: "What? Ain't you ever seen a house-elf before?"

ANGLE ON A HOUSE-ELF serving a drink to a giant, whose hand dwarfs the mug he is handed.

Maintaining strong eye contact with Queenie, Jacob knocks back the shot. Suddenly he emits a raucous, high-pitched giggle. Queenie laughs sweetly at his look of surprise.

QUEENIE: "Six shots of gigglewater and a lobe blaster, please."

The house-elf reluctantly shuffles off to fulfill her request. Jacob and Queenie look at each other. Jacob reaches out and takes one of the gigglewater shots.

JACOB: "Oh, no, yeah, no, yeah, of course I have… I love house-elves."

ANGLE ON NEWT AND TINA sitting at a table alone. There's an awkward silence. Newt studies the characters in the room: Hooded and heavily scarred witches and wizards gamble magical artifacts in a game with runic dice.

The house-elf -- not fooled -- raises himself up, leaning on the bar to stare at Jacob.

QUEENIE: "Are all No-Majs like you?"

Jacob tries to act nonchalant -- he removes the cork from the bottle.

JACOB (trying to be serious, almost seductive): "No, I'm the only one like me."

Queenie approaches. She looks downcast as she orders:

TINA: "His name's Credence. His mother beats him. She beats all those kids she adopted, but she seems to hate him the most."

TINA (looking around): "I've arrested half of the people in here."

TINA: "That's how I lost my job. I went for her in front of a meeting of her crazy followers -- they all had to be Obliviated. It was a big scandal."

NEWT: "You can tell me to mind my own business… but I saw something in that death potion back there. I saw you -- hugging -- that Second Salem boy."

NEWT (realizing): "And she was the No-Maj you attacked?"

Queenie signals from across the room:

QUEENIE (whispers): "It's him."

Gnarlak has emerged from the depths of the speakeasy. Smoking a cigar and smartly dressed for a goblin, he has a sly, smooth demeanor like a Mafia boss. He eyes the newcomers as he walks.

JAZZ SINGER (O. S.): "Yes, love has set the beasts astir, The dang'rous and the meek concur, It's ruffled feathers, fleece, and fur, 'Cause love drives all of us wild."

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

The house-elf scurries off holding the signed document.

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

GNARLAK (finally interested): "You see -- now we're --"

GNARLAK (not impressed): "Huh -- MACUSA's offerin' more'n that."

GNARLAK: "Hmm -- let's consider it a cover charge."

A beat.

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."

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

NEWT: "Frozen Ashwinder egg!"

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

GNARLAK: "Lunascope? I got five."

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

GNARLAK: "So -- you're the guy with the case full of monsters, huh?"

NEWT: "I take it I'll have to make it worth your while?"

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

GNARLAK: "-- wait a minute -- that's a Bowtruckle, right?"

Gnarlak, turned away from Newt, smiles viciously.

GNARLAK: "Ah, come on, that's a Bowtruckle -- they pick locks -- am I right?"

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

NEWT: "You're not having him."

NEWT: "Pickett…"

NEWT (in agony): "All right."

Gnarlak gets up and walks away.

GNARLAK: "Well, good luck gettin' back alive, Mr. Scamander, what with the whole of MACUSA on your back."

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

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

NEWT: "No."

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 (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 scrambles about on the floor looking for Pickett. Around him, people are running, diving away from Aurors, trying to escape the bar. Newt finally finds Pickett on a table leg, grabs him, and runs toward his group.

Jacob grabs another shot of gigglewater and knocks it back. He giggles uproariously as Newt grabs his elbow and the group Disapparates.

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

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

TINA (getting to her feet): "You tipped them off!"

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

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

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."

Jacob, seemingly innocent, saunters up to Gnarlak.

Gnarlak stares at them, chuckling menacingly.

JACOB: "Sorry, Mr. Gnarlak --"

JACOB: "-- reminds me of my foreman!"

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

HOUSE-ELF: "MACUSA ARE COMING!"

Aurors begin Apparating into the speakeasy.