01x22 - Dirty Little Secrets

[bunniefuu]

(water dripping)

(expl*si*n)

(expl*si*n muffled)

(expl*si*n continues)

(car alarms wailing)

("Gold on the Ceiling"
by The Black Keys playing)

(sirens wailing)

♪ I could never drown it ♪

♪ They wanna get my ♪

♪ Gold on the ceiling ♪

♪ I ain't blind ♪

♪ Just a matter of time ♪

(sirens wailing in distance)

♪ Before you steal it ♪

♪ It's all right ♪

♪ Ain't no guard in my house. ♪

WOMAN: The building has a gym,

a bike room, a party room,

high-speed Internet and a rooftop pool.

And if you're prepared to pay

all cash, Dr. Bull, I think we can take

this lovely home off the market today.

I got to say,

it's not at all what I had in mind.

There are nine other people
bidding on this apartment.

I know.

I-I want to have, like,

a open beam ceiling,
books everywhere, a dog,

roaring blaze in the fireplace,

maybe a pond.

- A pond?
- Yeah.

- Dr. Bull, this is New York City.
- (phone ringing)

- We don't do ponds.
- Excuse me.

Thoreau here.

Hey. Where am I finding you,
Walden Pond?

(laughs) I'm just doing
that senseless thing

I do every six weeks or so:
looking for an apartment.

I thought you already had an apartment.

I do,

but it's cold and modern

and looks like it belongs
to Bane from the Batman movies.

- Mm.
- BULL: Truth is,

most nights I sleep in the office.

But that's probably more
than you want to know.

Way more.

- What's up?
- J.P.: Well, I was wondering

if you felt like dinner.

What were you thinking?

Anywhere but Third Avenue.

Scary, isn't it?

You guys are three blocks away.

Did you see it? Did you hear it?

Building shook.

But the phones kept ringing, and...

work kept getting done.

Like nothing happened.

Kind of amazing what we've become.

All right, dinner.

But only because you're forcing me.

(piano playing gentle music)

Heptex Corporation,

largest computer cloud service
in the world.

The company's owner, Garrett Tilden,

is my oldest client.

Just after lunch today,
the FBI paid him a visit.

They're starting to suspect

the blast this morning
was the work of a group

of eco-t*rrorists.

The hotel ballroom they bombed
was hosting a symposium

on how to maximize profits

in a world of ecological deregulation.

I missed the part where you explained

what this has to do with me.

Well, they presented
my client with a warrant

seeking to seize any and all data files

pertaining to the listed groups,

all of whom are suspected
of trafficking in eco-terror.

Okay.

All of these groups
make use of Heptex clouds.

Every website they visit,
every cell call they make,

every text and e-mail they send

is believed to have been recorded

or catalogued on a Heptex server.

How convenient.

The FBI wants access to these servers.

Of course they do.

And for the moment,
my client is refusing to comply.

BULL: So here's the thing.

I've thought about it
for a whole minutes,

and I think your client's wrong.

He ought to turn over those servers.

Funny, I don't recall
asking for your opinion.

I do recall you owing me three cases.

You said you were scared on the phone.

Don't you want them to catch these guys?

Of course I do.

But my client is worried.

If the government can demand to see

where people they think might be
bad guys have gone on the Web,

what's to stop them
from demanding to see

that same information about you or me?

What's my name?

- Bull.
- Right.

Don't bull a Bull.

Your client's trying to convince you

that he's wrapping himself
up in the flag,

when this is really about money.

He's worried that
if he gives up those servers,

people are gonna stop using his service.

My advice?
Tell him to give up the servers.

No one's ever gonna find out.

FBI's not gonna say anything.

It's not in their self-interest.

And if he decides to kick up a fuss,

it's gonna be all over the media.

And half the country, the half like me

that doesn't want to get blown up

'cause they're in the wrong
place at the wrong time,

they're gonna be very mad at him
for not sharing what he knows.

Thanks for dinner.

He's not my client anymore.

He's ours.

I'm entitled to three cases
worth of services from you

and your company.

And you don't get to pick the cases.

So...

leave your id at home,

and meet me at my office
tomorrow morning at : ,

and we can figure out how to proceed.

I had a nice time at dinner, too,

by the way.

It's too late. You blew it.

I'm not inviting you
back to the Batcave.

: .

Don't beg. It doesn't become you.

That's not funny.

Take that off.

I never said I didn't want you to speak.

Now, come on. They're
gonna be here any minute.

- (intercom beeps)
- WOMAN: Ms. Nunnelly,

they're on their way in.

(groans): Oh.

Ooh, that's a tough one.

Garrett Tilden, Harry Kemp,
this is Dr. Jason Bull,

the gentleman I told
you about on the phone.

Nice to meet you guys.

You all right there?

Yeah. It's nothing.

It's a little rash I picked up.

Some kind of Brazilian thing.

Not contagious.

Uh, well, let's get
right to it, shall we?

(clears throat)

I had my staff watch
all the morning shows

and check all the morning papers

and their websites.

No one is mentioning Heptex.

Not yet.

Of course, the FBI is still
hoping you'll play ball,

and they can do this
without anyone knowing.

But trust me, if you don't
surrender that data today,

somebody is gonna

leak that information,
and they are gonna

use public opinion
to shame you into doing it.

I already gave them the data.

This morning, before we headed over.

I'm confused.

KEMP: It's encrypted.

They won't be able to read it,
not without an encryption key.

It's a piece of code.

Mr. Tilden and I are
the only ones who know it.

TILDEN: I'm sorry.

Harry is my number two.

Most brilliant mind
I've ever encountered.

Programming, business, all of it.

Future of our company.

You gave the United States
government encrypted data?

We figured it would buy us some time,

probably a day or so,

so we could come over here
and come up with a game plan.

Hey, I've got a plan.

Give them the key.

Excuse me. That's not the plan.

That's not an option
we've even discussed.

Well, it's either that
or we go to trial.

And that would be your company

versus the United States of America.

And as big and powerful and brilliant

as you are,

the other guy is bigger and richer,

and has many more resources.

Here's how I look at it.

The second the government
said they wanted our data,

we were screwed.

We sell security.

We tell the public, we tell
the world to give us your data.

We'll keep it safe and sound,

and no one will ever see it.

I comply with this warrant,
and I'm out of business.

- But if I fight it...
- As long as we're in court,

we'll be getting millions
of dollars of free publicity

every day, reminding the world

that we do not give up
their information.

Not to the FBI.

Not to anyone.

Well, I guess we have
our marching orders, then.

(sighs)

Publicity.

You know, it's interesting;
on the news this morning,

I heard "two dead, injured."

And it just... it seems...

I mean, I understand
your point of view, but...

I didn't set that b*mb, Dr. Bull,

and I have no idea who did.

But I have , employees
all around the world

who are dependent on me for a paycheck,

and they've done nothing wrong.

I've done nothing wrong.

And I live in
the United States of America,

a place where, if you do nothing wrong,

you shouldn't be punished.

Not to mention, you are guaranteed

a right to personal privacy.

Agreed.

TILDEN: When J.P. told me you
were joining us this morning,

I did my due diligence.

I know who you are
and I know what you do.

I'd like to have you
on the team, Dr. Bull,

but if you don't want to be here...

He wants to be here.

TILDEN: Good.
I'll let you know as soon as

the government serves us
with a second warrant

to provide an encryption key.

Fantastic.

Did I do something wrong?

(papers rustle, thump on table)

REPORTER: Speculation continues
that the b*mb,

apparently a homemade expl*sive
of some sort,

was set by a member
or members of what are called

eco-terror groups,

though no group has yet
claimed responsibility.

Frightening. Really frightening.

I must have eaten at that hotel
five, six times, maybe.

I walk by it every time I go to work.

Hey. Good news, team.

We have just been hired

by one of the biggest companies
in the world.

Heptex Corporation wants us

to help them defend their liberty.

Their liberty?

Who's threatening their liberty?

Well, it's a pesky
little outfit called the FBI.

They seem to think
that Heptex may have information

that will help them
figure out who's responsible

for that bombing at the hotel yesterday.

(scoffs)

Call me crazy, but I sense
some discord in the room.

Well, and I'm only speaking for myself,

but it feels like perhaps
we belong on the other side

of this particular conflict.

Does it?

Hmm.

We're professionals...

professionals for hire...
and we don't always get

to choose who hires us.

Or what side we're on.

But everyone deserves
a vigorous defense.

MARISSA: We know that.

But usually... at least
since I've known you...

you've always seemed...

particular about the kind of cases

that you've gotten involved with.

You're assuming you know
my point of view on this.

This is about the right to privacy.

Aren't Americans entitled to that?

Aren't corporations
that abide by the law

entitled to that?

Of course they are, Bull.

It's just...
this happened a block from us.

Everyone's just a little... raw,

a little tender from this whole thing.

All right.

Understood.

Now... let's put together
some mock juries.

I want some privacy advocates,
and I want some people

who believe that rights are something

that can be given up
if it is for the greater good.

You got it.

Okay. I'll work on
some speculative arguments

- for counsel to consider.
- Excellent.

- Danny.
- Yeah?

I've got two names for you.

Okay.

Gary Tilden and Harry Kemp.

Tilden is founder and CEO of Heptex.

And Kemp is his right hand.

Our clients. You want me
to investigate our clients?

Well, I didn't pick them.

They didn't pick me.

Sort of a shotgun marriage
arranged by lead counsel.

Oh. And who is lead counsel?

That would be...

J.P. Nunnelly.

(quietly): J.P. Nunnelly?

(Chunk coughing)

What?

I didn't say anything.

(loudly): Lead counsel on this case

is J.P. Nunnelly.

- Oh, what a surprise.
- She's great.

We love her.

- Saved my ass.
- Yeah.

What do you know about encryption,

encryption keys?

Oh, everything.

Don't be so modest.

It sort of has to do
with the level of encryption

and the volume of the data
that's been encrypted.

But here's the bottom line:

no matter how complex the encryption,

no matter how voluminous the data,

there's always someone, somewhere,

who, given the necessary amount of time

and proper skill set, can break through.

And would you know where to find

any of the people who can do that?

I might.

I'm guessing this is for Heptex?

Well...

Well, then I can't.

Excuse me?

A guy in my building
got caught in that blast.

b*rned his face.

He's in the hospital now.

(sighs)

I'm sorry, Cable.

Were you close?

He lived in my building.

So you won't do this?

Not for them.

Well, it wouldn't be for them;
they have keys.

It would be for me,

assuming that I can get access

to the relevant data
on the relevant servers,

which is also
why I would need your help.

Sounds like you don't
trust your clients.

I don't know my clients, not yet.

(sighs)

Will you help me with this?

I'm sorry, Dr. Bull, I can't.

Really? Why not?

Actually, I'm not feeling very well.

Cable!

Aren't you a little concerned

you won't have a job when you come back?

(people chattering)

Wow. Very cool.

So, all those people are
gonna listen to my arguments?

That is the idea.

You get to audition your case,

and we get reactions from the mock jury.

Biometrics in real time,

individual and focus group interviews.

You're a really smart man, Mr. Bull.

Can you say that again, slower?

I'm having trouble following you.

You're also very funny.

(chuckles)
Well, it's part of the service.

Another thing we like to do at TAC

is we find out everything we can

about the other side.

Well... yeah.

Good. I'm glad
we see eye to eye on that.

That is why I think

you should ask your client
to give us a copy of the server

he surrendered to the FBI.

The encrypted one, that no one can read?

That'd be the one.

And now that we're all on the same team,

maybe they can give us a key.

(chuckles softly)

Why?

Why do we need the server?

So that we can know
as much as the other guys,

(whispers): and maybe more.

(clicks tongue)

Hmm.

Again, it's encrypted.

The FBI doesn't have the key.

My client won't give them the key,

which is why we're going to court.

Again, it's the FBI.

And trust me, they are going
to cr*ck that thing open.

And when they do,
they're not gonna send us

a sweet little e-mail
to tell us about it.

Why do you really want it?

Don't you trust
the people we're working for?

Do you?

Why are you afraid

to ask them for it?

Anything you discover

is protected under
attorney-client privilege.

Are you afraid of
what you're going to discover?

I like to know who I'm working for.

Well, I know who you're working for.

You're working for me.

And here's what you need
to know: I like to win.

And I don't sense you're
helping me to do that right now.

Well, finding out what's really

going on here isn't gonna
stop you from winning.

What are you talking about,
"what's really going on here"?

It's very simple:
the government is overreaching.

We have a right to privacy;
it's in the Constitution, Bull.

There's nothing
in the Constitution that says

if you know who k*lled someone,

you have a right
to keep that to yourself.

(arguing continues, muffled)

Whew.

I hate it when Mom and Dad fight.

BULL: Really?

That's what you think this is about?

Some higher principle
that puts your client

above the greater good?

Well, I'm sorry, neither of those guys

reminds me of Thomas Jefferson.

Really? And who appointed you
to the court, Mr. Bull?

And just so we're clear,
I actually do believe

that this is an idea worth fighting for.

And I'm not saying that they
don't have some other reason

for doing what they're doing,
but that's not my problem.

- (knocking on door)
- There is a point of law to argue here,

and I have been hired to argue it.

And I don't need to look
at those servers

to know whether or not
I'm doing the right thing!

Mm-hmm.

We are, uh... ready downstairs.

Thank you, Benny.

(door slams)

(breathes deeply)

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

Good evening, young lady.

What can I do for you?

Well, my boss just called me,
woke me up,

said he needed a flash drive for
this meeting that he's having.

Um, I was gonna run it up to him.

You have I.D.?

Yeah. One sec.

And your boss's name?

Uh, Harry Kemp.

Huh, what do you know. He signed
in two minutes before you did.

You know where you're going?

Actually, uh, I don't.

, nd floor.

Elevator's on your right.

.

(elevator bell dings)

♪ ♪

The Foresight Foundry?

MAN (calling out): Benjamin?

Nice office.

It's all about the views.

How are things at Homeland Security?

You're alive, right?

Keep up the good work.

What can I do for you, Benjamin?

It's about the Midtown Hotel bombing.

I need a favor.

I need a copy of the Heptex server.

(chuckles)

No problem.

What else you want?

O*ama b*n L*den's pillbox?

John Wilkes Booth's g*n?
Just name it, Benny,

I'll put it in your shopping cart.

You know how long
it took me to get out here?

I need it.

And your buddies in Justice,
they owe me.

They messed me around really good

with that Hayden Watkins case.

You know it's a paperweight, right?

Nobody can cr*ck the thing...
we're talking deep encryption.

Then you've got nothing to lose.

Benny...

do yourself a favor.

Call the U.S. Attorney's Office.

They're required to provide you
with all the evidence.

Which they will.

Just... not in time
for us to decrypt it.

And what makes you think
you can decrypt it?

Got no other way to think.

See? Dreams do come true.

J.P.: I didn't expect

to see you until I got to court.

And maybe not even then.

Hey, it's voir dire day.

I'm not gonna miss voir dire day.

Maybe you haven't heard, but I'm the guy

who actually put the "voir"
in voir dire day.

Hold your applause.

Plus, we never get a chance
to compare jury strategies.

This doesn't work for me.

Hmm?

I need to know whose team you're on.

I'm on... your team, obviously.

There is no other team.

But part of being on your team

is me telling you
what I think, which I did,

maybe a little too passionately,
for which I apologize.

Well, obviously, I think
the key is to find people

who are sympathetic to the idea

that our right to privacy
isn't something

that can be traded away
when it suits the government.

Mm.

Yeah, that's one approach.

But it's better when you can lay
off all that government stuff

and just make it personal.

What's more personal
than the Constitution?

Than our Bill of Rights?

Your browser history, for one.

We all have secrets, J.P.

And because we conduct
so much of our personal

and business lives
on phones and computers,

those secrets don't go away.

They're parked
all over the world on servers,

just like the ones your client owns.

So, I think the key is
to find people who

understand that.

Who understand
this is a personal thr*at.

Potential juror number one:
pool equipment salesman.

years old.

My deep dive on the Web

indicates he has nothing
in his bank account.

(over earbud): His mortgage
is seriously underwater.

BULL (quietly): Oh, he's wearing
an expensive wristwatch,

and has a ring full of bling.

Certainly wants to project
the appearance of success.

That is a man who values his secrets.

Our kind of guy.

Potential juror number is
a -year-old graphics designer.

And speaking of "graphic,"
he happens to subscribe

to three different
p*rn websites.

Three? But so much of it is free.

I'm told.

(clears throat)

Hands up. How many of you have
watched adult entertainment?

How many of you

subscribe... that is, pay money...

to have access to an adult website?

That's the man I want on my jury.

(clears throat)

Chunk, you scared me.

What are you doing in here?

I'm looking for a jacket.

I've been trailing that guy Harry Kemp

for the last two nights
in the same coat,

and I need something new.

Nice.

I want this back.

Make no promises.

It's weird, you know.

Every night around midnight,

he ends up in the same office
on Sixth Avenue.

It's a place called
The Foresight Foundry.

There's nothing about them
on the Internet.

They have cameras out front
and a handprint reader,

so it's not like I can
just walk inside, you know?

Sounds serious.

(gasps) You know those
little transmitters

that you stick on Bull in
court so Marissa can hear him?

Bingo.

I want my coat back.

I make no promises.

(sighs)

(sighs)

Thanks for dinner.

Well, I think we did
all we could jury wise.

So what turned you around?

I mean, last night, you
were convinced we were

harboring K*llers,

and today, you're helping me
find just the right jurors

with the deepest, darkest secrets.

Seems a little schizophrenic,
wouldn't you say?

You hired me to do a job.

I realized... I had an obligation...

to you, your client and myself.

Nice summation, Counselor.

I'm not sure I completely believe it.

But I appreciate the
effort it must have taken

to put your boots on
and shovel all that over my way.

(clears throat)

See you in the morning, Bull.

(shudders)

(grunting)

(groans)

I'm sorry. Are you okay?

Are you okay?

- Yeah. I just...
- I'm sorry.

- Get your hands off me.
- Okay.

My hands aren't on you.

God, watch where you're going.

I'm sorry.

(sniffles)

(earbud beeps, static crackles)

KEMP (over earbud): Taxi? Taxi?

(rapid typing on keyboard)

BULL: Isn't it past your TV time?

Shouldn't you be asleep,

so you can have a productive day
at school tomorrow?

Is this even something someone
your age should be watching?

(typing continues)

What is this?

What's that?

Oh, goodness.

- Is it...?
- Mm-hmm.

But how?

You don't want to know, but
you might want to thank Benny.

And it's unencrypted?

Looks that way.
The parts we needed anyway.

You were able to do that?

- Nope.
- Cable?

Not her personally,
but she made it happen.

And who made her happen?

Hmm.

Thank you.

You didn't happen to apologize
to her for me, did you?

Oh, good, 'cause I wanted
to do that myself.

(sighs)

Did you find anything?

Nope, not yet.

Can I help?

You have court in the morning.

Well, so do you, kind of.

Go to bed, Bull.

It'll go so much faster
without you here.

(sighs)

Thank you.

Honestly.

Thank you.

Are you still up?

I'm going.

(sighs)

(sighs)

Peace offering.

Thank you for agreeing to see me

so early in the morning.

I owe you an apology.

I'm a psychologist by trade,

which implies that I know
something about human behavior.

Which makes it all the more embarrassing

when I have no control over my own.

I'm sorry I yelled at you.

I'm sorry I threatened your job.

And I appreciate what you did
to help me and Marissa,

even though I know
it went against your principles.

It wasn't me. I got help from
this hacker group I belong to.

Mostly, this guy
in Frankfurt... EIKabong.

At least I think he's a guy.

Well, thank...
Mr. or Mrs. Kabong for me.

And on reflection, I'm not totally sure

my principles make all that much sense.

I think... I was just upset.

I was mad at Heptex

'cause they wouldn't help
figure out who hurt my friend,

and I was mad at you for helping Heptex.

And then Marissa explained to me

that you were mad at Heptex, too.

You were frustrated.

You wanted to get to the bottom of it,

and the only way to do that was
to see what was on the server.

She have any luck yet?

Not the last time I checked.

Would you like me to go to the office?

Maybe take over
while she helps you out here?

Yes, please.

Uh, for what it's worth,

I'm not actually sure

we're right about
any of that stuff anyway.

What do you mean?

What are you talking about?

I just think the world must have
been an easier place to navigate

when everything we did,
every secret we have,

everything we ever
looked up, wondered about,

dreamed about, wasn't preserved online

where someone else could find it.

Where's this coming from?

When Kabong cracked the server,

I did a search, just to test it.

I searched "Jason Bull."

All this time,
listening to you talk about

how little you think of lawyers,

how that's the last
thing you want to do,

how they're the lowest form of life.

Well, some of that was for effect.

Dr. Bull, in ,

a "J. Bull" took the bar exam in Texas.

And failed.

Twice.

Now you know.

But I didn't need to.

I just think that people
should be entitled to fail

without the whole world knowing.

That we shouldn't let the
bad guys hurt the good guys,

but we also shouldn't

penalize the good guys
if we can avoid it.

You might be
onto something there, Cable.

Thank you.

Again.

Okay.

J.P.: t*rrorists are out there,

and they want to hurt us.

It's a grim reality of modern-day life.

We've all seen it.

Sadly,

some of us have even experienced it.

Terror is real.

And our fear of it is justified.

But our country is founded...

MARISSA: You don't want to hear
how they're reacting, Bull.

Yeah, I can see it.

- It's bad.
- MARISSA: They're asleep, Bull.

Actually, I'm kind of jealous.

Nothing she's saying
is resonating with them.

...it's very hard to put the
genie back in the bottle.

(coughing loudly)

Rights are... something to be protected.

(Bull continues coughing loudly)

And cherished, and...

Your Honor, would you excuse me?

(coughing continues)

(quietly): Are you all right?

(mutters, coughs)

Your Honor, can I take
a five-minute recess?

If you can cure that man in five
minutes, you can be my doctor.

Five-minute recess.

(coughing continues)

(wheezes)

Listen to me.

(door closes)

I was wrong.

You interrupted my summation to the jury

to tell me you were
wrong about something?

I interrupted your summation to the jury

because it isn't working,
and the reason it isn't working

is because I don't think
you believe it anymore.

I think I convinced you

that your thinking was faulty.

But it wasn't.

My thinking...

my thinking was faulty.

What are you talking about?

I think the world must have been

an easier place to navigate
when everything we did,

every secret we had,

everything we looked up, wondered about,

dreamt about, try to accomplish,

fail to accomplish,
give up on or succeed,

wasn't stored forever in one place

where someone, maybe even

our government, can see it and judge it,

and then use it against us
without our permission.

'Cause you know what happens
in a country like that?

People stop looking things up.

People stop wondering.

People stop dreaming.

They don't fail.

They just don't do anything.

Because when their right to privacy

is taken away,

their ability to move forward,
to reinvent themselves,

to imagine something better
is taken away, too.

So, please,

vote "not guilty" on
the government's motion

to unlock my client's servers.

We'll still find the bad guys.

We've managed to do it
for a couple of hundred years

without invading the privacy of others.

And we've done it with liberty

and justice for all.

Thank you.

MARISSA: Wow.

What do you mean, "wow"?
What do the graphs say?

Oh, G... I'm sorry, Bull.
I got so caught up

in what she was saying,
I-I forgot to look.

Mr. Foreman,

- have you reached a verdict?
- FOREMAN: Yes, Your Honor.

In the case of
The United States v. Heptex,

Garrett Tilden and Harold Kemp,

on charges of violating Title ...

concealment of records
in a federal investigation...

we find the defendants not guilty.

JUDGE: Jury, thank you for your service.

- Court is adjourned.
- (gavel bangs)

MARISSA: Congratulations, Chief.

Thank you, Marissa. I couldn't
have done it without you.

But I got a question for you:

how's Cable doing with that server?

She find anything yet?

Not really.

No major breakthroughs yet.

Well, tell her to stop.
Tell her to forget it.

Whatever you say.

And Danny... she discover anything?

Nothing she can make sense of yet.

Tell her to stop as well.

Case is closed.

And you should go home
and get some sleep.

Aye, aye, Captain.

Night.

No, no, no, no, you can't eat on
a momentous occasion like this

and not wash it down with

Champagne Armand de Brignac Brut.

I happen to have

a bottle on these very premises.

Oh.

Huh.

Oh, hi.

Bull. Hi, J.P.

I don't get this.
What is everybody doing here?

And why aren't you asleep, young lady?

I know you told us to forget about it,

but right after I got off
the phone with you,

we made some real headway.

Want to see what we've got?

Is she talking about the server?

That's the server you have
in there, isn't it?

You know, I'm... I'm so sorry.

Forget I said anything.

Bull, I'm gonna... okay.

You go ahead.

Go in there.

Do it. You know you want to.

(chuckles)

What about dinner?

I'm gonna let you in
on a big secret, Mr. Bull.

They serve dinner
every night of the week

here in New York City.

Oh.

Mm.

Thanks for your help today.

Hmm.

Of course if you do find
anything interesting,

I have been known to eat late.

(scoffs)

J.P.: Thank you for agreeing
to meet us on such short notice.

For you two, anything.

Well, we've been trying to
puzzle a couple of things out.

Couple of computer things,

mathematical curiosities.

And I remember you saying
that Mr. Kemp here

was one of the smartest guys
you ever met.

Anyway, an associate of mine

has been working on this case.

She's been following a suspect.

And every night, around midnight,

this suspect disappears

into a high-security office
on Sixth Avenue

called The Foresight Foundry.

Long story short,

she got this recording
of her suspect and someone

on the inside.

Now, we were wondering

if you could make heads or tail of it,

because the quality isn't great,
the voices are pretty rough,

but you-you can make out
what they're saying.

(phone beeps)

MAN (recorded): Ready? BA .

MAN : Um, : a.m.

MAN: AA .

MAN : I'm gonna go with : p.m.

MAN: DL .

MAN : : p.m.

Yeah.

MAN: That's three.

MAN : That's good.

MAN: A million per?

MAN : A million per.

Huh?

I have no idea.

Me either.

I know.

It's really a puzzler, isn't it?

Turns out, it is a form
of extreme gambling.

Folks with major money who want to get

a serious rush, they bet on
extraordinarily mundane things

that they have no control over.

Like the times

major airlines actually
touch down at airports

all over the world.

That's what that was.

J.P.: "A million per."

The man you just listened to

bet $ million in one night.

And lost, by the way.

TILDEN: Okay. So what does
any of this have to do with us?

Well, I'm getting to that.

So, these are the wire transfer receipts

from a Swiss bank.

Now, someone in your company
who was $ million underwater

received a wire transfer
immediately following

the Midtown bombing for $ million.

Putting him $ million up.

Uh... J.P., I don't understand.

The man who lost that money gambling

and the man who got
$ million wired to him

within minutes of the blast
are the same man.

And we can prove it.

Do you have any idea
what they're talking about?

They hacked into our server.

They got a copy or...

Wait, wait, wait.

So what they're saying is true?

Is it you?

W-What did you do, Harry?!

He sold the names

of three very wealthy
and powerful people

to an international consortium
that wanted them dead.

He was able to guarantee

that they would all be
in the hotel ballroom

at : in the morning.

All sitting at the same table.

The table the b*mb was attached to.

And it had nothing to do with eco-terror

and everything to do with
how some people are willing

to k*ll to get people out of the way.

Is any of this true, Harry?

Doesn't matter.

They can't go to anyone with it.

Attorney-client privilege.

Hmm.

Okay. (chuckles)

Now you actually force me
to embarrass myself.

I'm actually not an attorney.

Which, by the way,

is also on your server,

which is why I was able

to call the FBI.

Oh, look, here they are.

(indistinct police radio chatter)

AGENT: Harry Kemp, stand up.

You have the right to remain silent.

Anything you say can and will

- be used against you in a court of law.
- (handcuffs clicking)

J.P.: Sorry, sorry, sorry.

Just let me feed the dog,
and then I promise,

we will go out for a victory dinner.

You have a dog?

I sure do.

It's not one of those little
ball of lint things

that people carry around in their purse,

but like a real dog?

Oh.

Hi.

Wow, a collie.

Is that real enough for you?

(laughs): Yeah.

It's kind of perfect.

Wow, lot of books lying around...

...fireplace...

and a lot of wood.

I love the open ceilings.

(water running)

And what am I looking at out here?

That's the Pond in Central Park.

(quietly): She's got a pond.

Hi, honey.

Hi, mister. Hi.

You have no idea
how much trouble you're in.

You ready?

Ah.