Jacob drops onto a crate hand labeled: MOONCALF PELLETS.

Newt moves forward to examine the bite on Jacob's neck -- one quick glance:

Jacob crashes down the steps of the case, colliding with various objects, instruments, and bottles as he goes.

INT. NEWT'S CASE -- A MOMENT LATER -- NIGHT

He finds himself inside a small wooden shed containing a camp bed, tropical gear, and various tools hung up on the walls. Wooden cupboards contain rope, nets, and collecting jars. A very old typewriter, a pile of manuscripts, and a medieval bestiary sit on a desk. Potted plants line a shelf. Rows of pills and tablets, syringes and vials form a medicine chest, and tacked up on the walls are notes, maps, drawings, and a few moving photographs of extraordinary creatures. A dried carcass hangs from a hook. Several sacks of feed are resting against the wall.

NEWT: "Ah, that's definitely the Murtlap. You must be particularly susceptible. See, you're a Muggle. So our physiologies are subtly different."

NEWT (glances at Jacob): "Will you sit down."

JACOB: "That's good."

Jacob looks suspiciously at the pills in his hand. Finally, deciding he has nothing to lose, he swallows them.

Newt busies himself at his workstation, using plants and the contents of various bottles to create a poultice, which he rapidly applies to Jacob's neck.

JACOB: "Ow…"

NEWT (to the cocoon): "Come on…"

NEWT: "Now stay still. Now that should stop the sweating." (handing him some pills) "And one of those should sort the twitch."

Jacob looks disgusted. Newt doesn't notice, his attention now focused on a spiny cocoon, which he slowly begins to squeeze. As he does so, the cocoon emits a luminous venom, which Newt collects into a glass vial.

ANGLE ON NEWT, who has now removed his waistcoat, undone his bow tie, and lowered his braces. He picks up a meat cleaver and hacks chunks of meat off a large carcass before tossing them into a bucket.

NEWT (handing him the bucket): "Take that."

JACOB: "What you got there?"

NEWT: "Well, this -- the locals call 'Swooping Evil'-- not the friendliest of names. It's quite an agile fellow."

Quite suddenly Newt throws the Swooping Evil toward Jacob. The creature bursts out from its cocoon -- a bat-like, spiky, colorful creature -- and howls in Jacob's face before Newt recalls it. Jacob recoils dramatically, but this was evidently Newt's idea of a little joke…

NEWT (smiling to himself): "Probably shouldn't let him loose in here, though."

As if to demonstrate, Newt flicks the cocoon, which unravels, dangling elegantly from his finger.

NEWT: "Come on."

NEWT: "I've been studying him. And I am pretty sure his venom could be quite useful if properly diluted. Just to remove bad memories, you know.

Newt opens the door of his shed and walks through.

Jacob, now thoroughly startled, follows him out.