Bull (2016–…): Season 1, Episode 22 - Dirty Little Secrets - full transcript

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[ALARMS WAIL]

[♪ THE BLACK KEYS:
GOLD ON THE CEILING]

[SIRENS WAIL]

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

There are nine other people
bidding on this apartment.

I know.

I wanna have, like,
an open-beam ceiling,

books everywhere, a dog,

roaring blaze in the
fireplace, maybe a pond.

- A pond?
- Yeah.

- [PHONE RINGS]
- Dr. Bull, this is New York City.

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

Hey. Where am I finding
you, Walden Pond?

[CHUCKLES]

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.

Mmm.

Truth is, most nights
I sleep in the office.

But that's probably more
than you wanna know.

- Way more.
- What's up?

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.

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-terrorists.

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.

OK.

All of these groups make
use of Heptex clouds.

Every website they visit,
every cell call they make,

every text and email 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.

So here's the thing. I've thought
about it for a whole 25 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 'em
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 wanna 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 nine o'clock

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.

- Nine o'clock.
- 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.

SECRETARY: Miss Nunnelly,
they're on their way in.

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.
- HARRY: 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.

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, "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.

Publicity.

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

I heard "two dead, 11 injured."

And it just... it seems... I mean, I
understand your point of view, but...

I didn't set that bomb, Dr. Bull,
and I have no idea who did.

But I have 22,000
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.

GARRETT: When JP 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
wanna be here...

He wants to be here.

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?

REPORTER: Speculation
continues that the bomb,

apparently a homemade
explosive 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'll help them figure
out who's responsible

for that bombing at
the hotel yesterday.

[GASPS]

[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.

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.
- OK.

I'll work on some speculative
arguments for counsel to consider.

- Excellent. Danny.
- Yeah.

- I've got two names for you.
- OK.

Barry 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... JP Nunnelly.

- JP Nunnelly?
- [CHUNK COUGHS]

What? I didn't say anything.

Lead counsel on this
case is JP Nunnelly.

- 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, burned his face.

He's in the hospital now.

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.

- 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?

[BULL SIGHS]

- BENNY: Great.
- 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.

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.

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 crack that thing open,

and when they do, they're not
gonna send us a sweet little email

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 killed someone,

you have a right to
keep that to yourself.

- The government is overreaching!
- So this is about principles?

Can I tell you something?

- [ARGUING CONTINUES]
- Hoo!

I hate it when
Mom and Dad fight.

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.

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

for doing what they're doing,

but that's not my problem.

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!

We are, uh... ready downstairs.

Thank you, Benny.

[DOOR SLAMS]

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.

I was gonna run it up to him.

- You have ID?
- Yeah. One sec.

- And your boss's name?
- Uh, Harry Kemp.

What do you know? He signed
in two minutes before you did.

- You know where you're going?
- Actually, I don't.

5211, 52nd floor.

- Elevator's on your right.
- 5211.

The Foresight Foundry?

MAN: 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?

Osama bin Laden's pillbox?
John Wilkes Booth's gun?

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 crack the thing.
We're talking deep encryption.

Then you've got nothing to lose.

Benny, do yourself a favor.

Call the US 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.

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 got 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.

Mmm.

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, JP.

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 threat.

Potential juror number one:
pool-equipment salesman,

38 years old.

My deep-dive on the web indicates
he has nothing in his bank account.

His mortgage is
seriously underwater.

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 11 is a
32-year-old graphics designer.

And speaking of "graphic,"
he happens to subscribe

to three different
pornographic websites.

Three? But so much
of it is free... I'm told.

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.

[CLOTHES HANGERS RATTLE]

- [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.

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 killers,

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.

Mmm.

[GROANS]

I'm sorry. Are you OK?

- Are you OK?
- Yeah.

- I'm sorry.
- Get your hands off me.

- My hands aren't on you.
- God, watch where you're going.

I'm sorry.

[STATIC]

HARRY: Taxi. Taxi.

[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?

[SIGHS]

What is this? What's that?

Oh, goodness.

- Is it...?
- Mm-hm.

- But how?
- You don't wanna know.

But you might wanna 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.

Thank you.

Honestly. Thank you.

Are you still up?

I'm going.

[EXHALES]

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. El
Kabong. 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.

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 wanna do,

how they're the
lowest form of life.

Well, some of
that was for effect.

Dr. Bull, in 2003,

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.

OK.

Terrorists are out there
and they wanna 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 wanna
hear how they're reacting, Bull.

Yeah, I can see it. It's bad.

They're asleep, Bull.
Actually, I'm kind of jealous.

Nothing she's saying
is resonating with them.

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

[COUGHS]

Rights are something
to be protected.

- And cherished, and...
- [COUGHING CONTINUES]

Your Honor, would you excuse me?

- Are you all right?
- [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.

Listen to me. I was wrong.

You interrupted my summation to tell
me you were wrong about something?

I interrupted your summation
because it isn't working,

and it isn't working 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,

tried to accomplish, failed to
accomplish, gave up on or succeeded,

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.

And 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?

I'm sorry, Bull. I got so caught up in
what she was saying, I forgot to look.

Mr. Foreman, have
you reached a verdict?

MAN: Yes, Your Honor.

In the case of the United States versus
Heptex, Garrett Tilden and Harold Kemp,

on charges of
violating Title 18,

concealment of records
in a federal investigation,

we find the
defendants not guilty.

JUDGE: Jury, thank you for
your service. Court is adjourned.

[JUDGE BANGS GAVEL]

- 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, Cap'n.

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.

- Huh.
- Oh, hi.

Bull. Hi, JP.

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.

Wanna 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...

You go ahead. Go in there.

Do it. You know you want to.

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.
- Mmm.

Thanks for your help today.

Of course, if you do
find anything interesting,

I have been known to eat late.

JP: 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.

A 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 tails of it,

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

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

MAN: Ready? BA111.

HARRY: Um, 6:59am.

- MAN: AA3.
- HARRY: I'm gonna go with 3:22pm.

MAN: DL1520.

HARRY: 7:14pm.

- Yeah.
- MAN: That's three.

HARRY: That's good.

- MAN: A million per?
- HARRY: A million per.

- I have no idea.
- Me either.

I know. It's a real
puzzler, isn't it?

Turns out it is a form
of extreme gambling.

Folks with major money
who wanna 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.
- JP: "A million per."

The man you just listened
to bet $3 million in one night,

and lost, by the way.

GARRETT: OK. 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 $65 million underwater

received a wire transfer immediately
following the Midtown bombing

for $100 million.

Putting him 35 million up.

Uh, JP, I don't understand.

The man who lost
that money gambling

and the man who got $100 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? 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 10:15 in the morning,

all sitting at the same table, the
table the bomb was attached to.

And it had nothing
to do with eco-terror

and everything to do with how
some people are willing to kill

to get people out of the way.

Is any of this true, Harry?

It doesn't matter.

They can't go to anyone with it.

Attorney-client privilege.

OK. 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.

OFFICER: 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.

JP: 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?
- Yeah.

It's kind of perfect.

A lot of books lying around.

Fireplace.

A lot of wood.

I love the open ceilings.

And what am I
looking at out here?

That's the pond in Central Park.

She's got a pond.

Hi, honey. Hi, mister. Hi.

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

You ready?

Ah.