Bull

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.

We don't do ponds. Excuse me.

Thoreau here.

Hey. Where am I finding you, Walden Pond?

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. Truth is,

most nights I sleep in the office.

But that's probably more than you want to 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.

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.

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 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 9:00,

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.

9:00.

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.

Ms. 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?

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.

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 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.

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.