GRAVES: "Have you any news?"

GRAVES: "You're upset. It's your mother again. Somebody's said something -- what did they say? Tell me."

Credence stands, head bowed, at the end of a dimly lit alleyway. Graves joins him, moving in very close to whisper, conspiratorial:

A pause. Graves rests a hand on Credence's arm. The human contact seems to both startle and captivate Credence.

CREDENCE: "I'm still looking. Mr. Graves, if I knew whether it was a girl or boy --"

EXT. ALLEYWAY -- NIGHT

CREDENCE: "Do you think I'm a freak?"

GRAVES: "No -- I think you're a very special young man or I wouldn't have asked you to help me, now would I?"

GRAVES: "My vision showed only the child's immense power. He or she is no older than ten, and I saw this child in close proximity to your mother -- she I saw so plainly."

CREDENCE: "That could be any one of hundreds."

Graves's tone softens -- he's beguiling, comforting.

GRAVES: "There is something else. Something I haven't told you. I saw you beside me in New York. You're the one that gains this child's trust. You are the key -- I saw this. You want to join the wizarding world. I want those things too, Credence. I want them for you. So find the child. Find the child and we'll all be free."