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“INT. PARISIAN CAFÉ—EVENING
KAMA leaves the café. The feather points at him. NEWT lets it out and it flies to KAMA’S hat.
JACOB: Is that the guy we’re looking for?
NEWT: Yes.
NEWT and JACOB jump up to confront him.
NEWT (to KAMA): Er—bonjour. Bonjour, monsieur.
KAMA makes to carry on walking, ignoring NEWT.
NEWT: Oh wait, no, sorry. We were . . . we were actually just wondering if you’d come across a friend of ours?
JACOB:Tina Goldstein.
KAMA: Monsieur, Paris is a large city.
NEWT: She’s an Auror. When Aurors go missing, the Ministry tend to come looking, so . . . No, now I suppose it would probably be better if we just report her absence�
KAMA (deciding): She is tall? Dark? Rather�
JACOB: —intense?
NEWT: —beautiful�
JACOB (hasty, off NEWT’S look): —Yeah, what I meant to say—she’s very—very pretty�
NEWT: She’s intense too.”
― J.K. Rowling, Fantastic Beasts: The Crimes of Grindelwald: The Original Screenplay

“INT. KAMA’S HIDEOUT—EVENING
The interior of KAMA’S hideout is pitch black. The sound of water dripping. A brief shaft of sunlight reveals TINA, sleeping lightly on the floor in her coat.
NEWT: Tina?
She wakes. A moment as NEWT and TINA stare at each other. Each has thought of the other daily for a year. With no sign of KAMA, it seems she has been rescued.
TINA (joyful, disbelieving): Newt!
TINA notices KAMA entering in the background and raising his wand. Her expression changes.
KAMA: Expelliarmus!
NEWT’S wand flies out of his hand into KAMA’S. Bars form across the door, imprisoning them.
KAMA (through the door): My apologies, Mr. Scamander! I shall return and release you when Credence is dead!
TINA: Kama, wait!
KAMA: You see, either he dies . . . or I do.
He claps a hand to his eye.
KAMA: No, no, no, no. Oh no. No, no, no.
He jerks convulsively and slides to the floor, unconscious.
NEWT: Well, that’s not the best start to a rescue attempt.
TINA: This was a rescue attempt? You’ve just lost me my only lead.
JACOB launches for the door, trying to break it down.
NEWT (innocent): Well, how was the interrogation going before we turned up?
TINA throws him a dark look. She strides to the back of the cave.
Pickett, who, unnoticed, has hopped out of NEWT’S pocket, successfully picks the lock, and the bars swing open.
JACOB: Newt!
NEWT: Well done, Pick.
(to TINA) You need this man, you say?
TINA: Yeah. I think this man knows where Credence is, Mr. Scamander.
As they bend over the unconscious KAMA, they hear an earth-shattering roar from somewhere above them. They look at each other.
NEWT: Well, that’ll be the Zouwu.
NEWT grabs his wand and Disapparates.”
― J.K. Rowling, Fantastic Beasts: The Crimes of Grindelwald: The Original Screenplay