EXT. SHIP GLIDING INTO NEW YORK -- NEXT MORNING

A large passenger ship glides past the Statue of Liberty. Passengers lean over the rails, looking excitedly toward the oncoming land.

A bright, clear New York day. Seagulls swoop overhead.

Placing the case on his lap, Newt leans in, whispering:

We push in toward a figure sitting on a bench with his back to us -- Newt Scamander, weather-beaten, wiry, wearing an old blue overcoat. Beside him rests a battered brown leather case. A catch on the case flicks open of its own accord. Newt swiftly bends down to close it.

NEWT: "Dougal -- you settle down now, please. It won't be long."