Newt seems thoroughly intrigued by Jacob.

NEWT: "I was watching you at dinner."

JACOB: "Yeah."

Newt and Jacob walk along another deserted street on the way to Central Park. The shops around them are full of expensive jewelry, diamonds, precious stones. Newt, carrying his case, scans the shadows for small movements.

JACOB: "Me neither. That's why I want to make pastries, you know. It makes people happy. We're going this way."

NEWT: "No."

NEWT (not very concerned): "No, not really. I annoy people."

JACOB (not sure how to answer): "Ahh."

JACOB: "Er, no -- I ain't got no collateral. Stayed in the army too long, apparently -- I don't know."

NEWT: "People like you, don't they, Mr. Kowalski?"

NEWT: "So did you get your loan?"

NEWT: "Why did you decide to be a baker?"

JACOB: "Ah well, um -- because I'm dying -- in that canning factory." (off Newt's look) "Everyone there's dying. It just crushes the life outta you. You like canned food?"

Jacob heads off to his right. Newt follows.

JACOB (startled): "Oh -- well, I'm -- I'm sure people like you too -- huh?"

EXT. DIAMOND DISTRICT -- NIGHT

NEWT: "What, you fought in the war?"

JACOB: "Of course I fought in the war, everyone fought in the war -- you didn't fight in the war?"

NEWT: "I worked mostly with dragons, Ukrainian Ironbellies -- Eastern Front."

Newt suddenly stops. He has noticed a small shiny earring lying on top of a car bonnet. His eyes move downward: Diamonds are scattered across the pavement leading toward the window of one particular diamond shop.

Newt stares at the Niffler in disbelief. Sensing Newt's stare, the Niffler slowly turns. The two of them make eye contact.

The window glass shatters and Newt leaps inside, seizing at drawers and cupboards, desperate to find the creature. Jacob stares down the street, incredulous as he watches Newt, who, from an outsider's perspective, appears to be looting the diamond shop.

The Niffler is standing in a shop window. In order to hide, it is emulating a jewelry stand, little arms outstretched, covered in diamonds.

NEWT: "Finestra."

Newt stealthily follows the trail, creeping past shop windows. Something catches his eye and suddenly, he pauses. Very slowly, he tiptoes backward.

A beat.

Suddenly the Niffler is off: Scurrying farther into the shop and away from Newt. Newt whips out his wand:

Newt reaches out and trips, both he and the Niffler now hanging from the chandelier as it swings wildly round and round.

The Niffler appears, scurrying over Newt's shoulders in an attempt to get higher and away from his clutches. Newt jumps onto a desk after him, but the Niffler is now balancing on a crystal chandelier.

A catch opens on Newt's case, and a roar comes from within. Jacob fearfully looks toward the case.

Jacob looks around the street nervously, checking if anyone else can hear the chaos coming from within the shop.

Finally the chandelier crashes to the floor, smashing. Straight away the Niffler is back up, clambering across cases full of jewelry, Newt in hot pursuit.

The Niffler and Newt continue their chase, finally climbing onto a jewelry case that can't take their weight. The case, with them both on top, falls to rest against one of the shop windows. Both Newt and the Niffler become very still…

Jacob breathes deeply and slowly moves forward to close the latch on the case.

Suddenly a crack appears on the window. Newt watches as the crack spreads across the pane of glass and the window bursts open, shattering across the pavement -- Newt and the Niffler crashing to the ground.

The police cars pull up, and policemen run out, guns aimed at Newt and Jacob. Jacob, also covered in jewels, holds up his hands in surrender.

Newt once again sets about shaking all the diamonds from the Niffler's pouch.

Passing a lamppost, the Niffler stretches out an arm, spinning around the pole and flying onward, out of the trajectory Newt had him on, and toward the glorious window.

Newt casts a spell toward the window, turning it into a sticky jelly, which finally traps the Niffler.

NEWT (to the Niffler): "All right? Happy?"

Newt, now covered in jewelry, pulls the Niffler from the window.

NEWT: "ACCIO!"

We hear police sirens in the background.

Police cars come racing through the streets.

NEWT: "One down -- two to go."

The Niffler is still only for a moment before running off down the street. Newt quickly gathers himself, drawing his wand:

In slow motion the Niffler sails backward through the air toward Newt. As he flies, he looks sideways at the most glorious window display yet. His eyes widen. Jewelry falls from his pouch, flying toward Newt and Jacob, who duck and dive as they run forward toward the creature.

POLICE OFFICER 1: "Hands up!"

The Niffler, stuffed into Newt's overcoat, pokes out its little nose and squeaks.

POLICE OFFICER 2: "What the hell is THAT?"

JACOB: "They went that way, Officer…"

JACOB (barely able to speak): "Lion…"

Jacob suddenly looks to the left, his face one of terror.

NEWT (calm): "You know, New York is considerably more interesting than I'd expected."

Before the police can look back, Newt grabs Jacob and they Disapparate.

Perplexed, Newt looks too… A lion is stalking toward them.

A beat and then, in unison, the police turn both their eyes and their guns toward the other end of the street.