NEWT: That's all very well, Dumbledore, but, forgive me for asking, why can't you go? They stop. DUMBLEDORE: I can't move against Grindelwald. It has to be you. (beat) Well, I don't blame you, in your shoes I'd probably refuse too. It's late. Good evening, Newt. DUMBLEDORE Disapparates. NEWT: Oh c'mon! DUMBLEDORE'S empty glove reappears and tucks the business card bearing the address of the safe house into NEWT'S top pocket. NEWT (exasperated): Dumbledore.