"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 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." "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." "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." "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." "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." "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." "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?" "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 will help them figure out who's responsible for that bombing at the hotel yesterday." "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?" "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." "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." "And who is lead counsel?" "That would be..." "J.P. Nunnelly." "J.P. Nunnelly?" "What?" "I didn't say anything." "Lead counsel on this case is J.P. Nunnelly." " What a surprise." " She's great." "We love her." " Saved my ass." " Yeah." "What do you know about encryption, encryption keys?" "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?" "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, and maybe more." "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 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"?" "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." "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." "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." "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... ready downstairs." "Thank you, Benny." "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?" "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?" "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." "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 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." "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." "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." "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 threat." "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." "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." "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." "See you in the morning, Bull." "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." "Taxi?" "Taxi?" "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?" "What is this?" "What's that?" "Goodness." "Is it...?" "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?" "Thank you." "You didn't happen to apologize to her for me, did you?" "Good, 'cause I wanted to do that myself." "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." "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." "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 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." "Okay." "Terrorists 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..." "You don't want to 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." "It's very hard to put the genie back in the bottle." "Rights are... something to be protected." "And cherished, and..." "Your Honor, would you excuse me?" "Are you all right?" "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 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." "Wow." "What do you mean, "wow"?" "What do the graphs say?" "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?" " Yes, Your Honor." "In the case of The United States v. 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." "Jury, thank you for your service." "Court is adjourned." "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." "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." "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." "Thanks for your help today." "Of course if you do find anything interesting," "I have been known to eat late." "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." "Ready?" "BA111." "Um, 6:59 a.m." "I'm gonna go with 3:22 p.m." "7:14 p.m." "Yeah." "That's three." "That's good." "A million per?" "A million per." "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." ""A million per."" "The man you just listened to bet $3 million in one night." "And lost, by the way." "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 $65 million underwater received a wire transfer immediately following the Midtown bombing for $100 million." "Putting him $35 million up." "J.P., 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?" "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 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?" "Doesn't matter." "They can't go to anyone with it." "Attorney-client privilege." "Okay." "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." "Look, here they are." "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." "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?" "Hi." "Wow, a collie." "Is that real enough for you?" "Yeah." "It's kind of perfect." "Wow, lot of books lying around... fireplace... and 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." "You have no idea how much trouble you're in." "You ready?"