INT. BINGLEY'S BANK, HALL -- MOMENTS LATER -- DAY

ANGLE ON JACOB, who sees Newt in the distance.

JACOB: "Hey, Mr. English guy! I think your egg is hatching."

Jacob, downcast, exits Bingley's office. His bulging pocket vibrates. Alarmed, he pulls out the egg and looks around.

Newt looks hurriedly between Jacob and the shutting elevator doors before making a decision: He points his wand at Jacob. Jacob and the egg are pulled magically across the bank atrium toward Newt. In a split second, they Disapparate.

Tina stares, incredulous, from behind a pillar.

ANGLE ON THE NIFFLER, still sitting on the trolley, which is now being pushed into an elevator.