Tina led the group down a hidden ally down a small flight of stairs. There were various objects scattered about. The stairs seemed to lead to a dead end. There was a doorway that looked like it had been bricked up and covered with a poster of a debutante wearing an evening dress and looking at herself in a mirror.

Tina and Queenie stood in front of the group, right by the poster. They raised their wands and transformed their clothes to flapper party dresses. Rayla, followed their example and turned the shirt she was borrowing from Newt into a similar flapper dress. She smiled timidly, somewhat embarrassed by the new outfit. Queenie looked at Jacob, a cheeky smile adorning her face.

Newt smiled at Rayla, and also sensing the need for a more formal attire, pointed his wand at his hanging bow tie, and it tied itself. Jacob looked at him, jealous of the magic.

Tina stepped towards the poster, the eyes of the debutante following her movements. Tina knocked slowly, four times. A hatch opened where the debutante's eyes were, revealing the suspicious gaze of a guard.

The guard seemed to think them alright and opened the door to let them in. They all stepped through the threshold and saw a low-ceilinged speakeasy. It appeared that this was a gathering place for the New York magical criminal community. There were wanted posters all over the wall.

Rayla heard a jazz singer in the background. She sat at a table with Tina and Newt. She zoned out as they talked about something to do with Tina's job, or rather, the lack of the job she enjoyed.

Suddenly she heard Queenie whisper to Jacob, "It's him."

She looked in the direction that Queenie was looking in and saw the goblin in question. He was smartly dressed, which wasn't very common among goblins. He eyed the group as he walked.

He came and sat at the table with Rayla, Newt and Tina. A house-elf brought him a drink as he examined Newt.

"So- you're the guy with the case full of monsters, huh?"

"News travels fast. I was hoping you'd be able to tell me if there have been any sightings. Tracks. That sort of thing."

"You've got a big price on your head, Mr. Scamander. Why should I help you instead of turnin' you in?"

"I take it I'll have to make it worth your while?"

"Let's consider it a cover charge."

Newt pulled out a handful of Galleons and slid them across the table to Gnarlak, who barely acknowledged them.

"MACUSA's offerin' more'n that."

Newt pulled out a Lunascope and set on the table. Gnarlak basically scoffed at the beautiful instrument.

"Lunascope? I got five."

Newt searched his pockets and pulled out a glowing red egg that looked to be frozen.

"Frozen Ashwinder egg!"

Gnarlak leaned forward, interested.

You see- now we're- wait a minute- that's a Bowtruckle,right?"

Newt put a protective hand over his pocket as Pickett retreated.

"No."

"Ah, come on, that's a Bowtruckle- they pick locks- am I right?"

"You're not having him."

Annoyed, Gnarlak stood to leave.

"Well, good luck gettin' back alive, Mr. Scamander, what with the whole of MACUSA on your back."

"All right."

Gnarlak turned back, victorious. Rayla looked at Newt in shock as he started to bring Pickett out.

"Wait!"

The two men and Tina looked at her. Rayla looked right at Gnarlak.

"What if I could make you a better offer?

"It'd have to be something much better than something that can-"

He stopped as Rayla reached into the pocket of her dress and pulled out the remaining vial of her blood.

"-is that what I think it is?"

"A vial of Fae blood."

She set it on the table and he immediately snatched it up.

"Oh yeah.." he glanced at Newt,"Somethin' invisible's been wreakin' havoc around Fifth Avenue. You may wanna check out Macy's department store. Might help with what you're looking for."

In a soft voice, Newt said, "Dougal."

He then looked at Gnarlak once more.

"Right, one last thing. There's a Mr. Graves who works at MACUSA. I was wondering what you knew of his background."

Gnarlak looked at Newt for a few beats, as if considering answering him, then says, "You ask too many questions, Mr. Scamander. That can get you killed."

Suddenly, a house-elf dropped a crate of bottles.

"MACUSA ARE COMING!"