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I can't believe you didn't Obliviate that man.
If there's an inquiry, I'm finished.
Why would you be finished? I'm the one that's...
I'm not supposed to go near the Second Salemers.
What was that?
Uh, moth, I think. Big moth.
Hey! Quiet down! I'm trying to get a statement.
I'm telling you, it's a gas explosion again.
I ain't taking the kids back up there until it's safe.
Hey, sorry, ma'am. There ain't no smell of gas.
It weren't gas, officer. I seen it.
It was a gigantic, huge hippopoto...
Gas.
Gas. It was gas!
- Mr. Scamander!
It was open?
Just a smidge.
That crazy Niffler thing's on the loose again?
- Uh... Might be.
Then look for it.
Look! Oh...
His neck's bleeding.
- He's hurt.
Oh... Wake up! Mr. No-Maj.
Mercy Lewis, what is that?
It's nothing to worry about.
That is a Murtlap.
What else have you got in there?
- You? - Hello.
Easy, Mr...
Kowalski. Jacob.
You can't Obliviate him.
We need him as a witness.
I'm sorry. You've just yelled at me the length of New York
for not doing it in the first place.
- He's hurt! He looks ill. - He'll be fine.
- Murtlap bites aren't serious.
Yeah, I admit that is a slightly more severe reaction than I've seen.
But if it was really serious, he'd have...
What?
Well, the first symptom would be flames out of his ***.
- He doesn't seem to... - This is balled up!
It'll last 48 hours at the most.
- I can keep him, if you want me to. - Keep him?
We don't keep them.
Mr. Scamander, do you know anything about the wizarding community in America?
I do know a few things, actually.
I know that you have rather backwards laws about relations with Non-Magic people.
That you're not meant to befriend them.
That you can't marry them, which seems mildly absurd to me.
Who's gonna marry him?
You're both coming with me.
I don't see why I need to come with you.
- Help me. - I'm dreaming, right?
- Yeah. - Please.
I'm tired. I never went to the bank.
This is all just some big nightmare, right?
For the both of us, Mr. Kowalski.
Hey, you all right there?
- Whoa!