We cut back to Newt in the bank -- in seeking the Niffler, he has ended up waiting in line for a bank teller. He cranes his neck, peering toward the bag of a lady at the front of the line. Tina watches him from behind a pillar.

INT. BACK ROOM OF THE BANK -- MOMENTS LATER -- DAY

ANGLE ON NEWT, who hears the coins and turns to see small paws hastily gathering them up.

ANGLE ON COINS spilling from underneath a bench.

ANGLE ON THE NIFFLER sitting under the bench, looking fat and smug. Not yet satisfied, its attention is caught by the shiny tag hanging around the neck of a small dog. The Niffler moves slowly, cheekily, forward -- little paw outstretched to grab the tag. The dog snarls and barks.

Newt starts forward and dives under the bench -- the Niffler runs, scuttling over the bank counter screens and out of Newt's reach.