Silk Road (2021) - full transcript

For years I was

frustrated by what seemed to be

the insurmountable barriers between the

world as it is and the world I wanted.

So, I began making a website

where people could buy and sell

anything anonymously.

He's on the move,

got his laptop with him.

Which way is he coming?

Right at you.

Blue hoodie, jeans, flip-flops.

On foot, westbound

towards the target location.

I'm letting him go,

confirm when you have a visual.

I knew the state

might try to impede it.

But if we never try

for fear of retribution,

then we've already lost,

you know?

Silk Road is about

something much bigger

than thumbing your nose

at the man.

It's about

taking back our liberty.

And as corny as it sounds,

I just wanna look back at my life

and know that I did something

that helped people.

Nobody moves until my go.

He doesn't log in, we abort.

- Copy.

- And I repeat, he closes the laptop,

the data's encrypted

and we got shit.

Roger that, out.

Everybody on point

here, heads on a swivel.

Aggress, collapse and contain.

Stand by for takedown.

Hey, who the fuck

is calling him?

Hello?

Keep it running.

I'll be here.

Fuck this fucking shit.

- How you doing?

- Hey.

Uh, give me

a pack of Camels, please.

Mm.

Something else?

Mints. You got any mints?

Yeah, right behind

you, lower shelf.

Rick Bowden. What's up, yo?

When you get out?

'- Cause I heard you was in the...

- booby hatch.

First off, Rayford,

I was in, uh...

I was in rehab,

not a psych ward.

Oh, well,

I heard it was rehab,

then it was a psych ward.

Really?

Yeah, who told you that?

Clocked your digital footprint.

Well, it was good to see you, brother.

I ain't

your fucking brother.

Oh, why you

do me like that, yo?

We... We friends, right?

I don't have fucking friends,

I have informants.

Oh, fuck this dude, I'm...

- Your cigarettes?

- I don't want no fucking cigarettes, man.

Motherfucker so angry, yo.

Get all kinds in here.

Where them

hot Cheetos at, bro?

Unless you're a postal worker,

you're not allowed to dress like one,

even on Halloween.

Defacing the dollar bill,

consorting with a known pirate.

Technically, these are all

crimes against the state.

Right now there are

5,000 criminal statutes.

And that's just at the national level.

Forget about the states.

Well, until 1967,

it was illegal

for a white man to marry a Black

woman in the state of Virginia.

In 14 other states, including the

great state of Texas, mind you,

it was illegal for two people to

have consensual sodomy until 2002.

America has lost its compass,

man.

If you wanna fall in love with

someone who doesn't look like you

or have sex with somebody who does,

that is your inalienable right.

I thought we were

talking about Obamacare.

What the fuck

are you talking about?

Look, it doesn't matter how

well-intentioned the president is, man.

The state cannot legislate what

the person can and can't do.

It is un-American.

And next, they're gonna

come for our guns

and giving them

to the border crossers.

Am I right?

Uh, who the fuck

is this guy?

Case in point.

A perfect stranger

wants to butt in

on a private conversation

between friends with an

inane, ignorant non sequitur,

his right to do so

is constitutionally-protected.

- Cheers.

- Cheers.

You believe this asshole?

Well, the First Amendment.

Out of your league.

Wanna dance?

No one else is.

Exactly.

- Hey.

- Hey, babe.

Uh, we were

gonna pick you up.

I didn't want

Edie to see me in that place.

Okay.

- Welcome home.

- Ah.

- Hey, so we are clear...

- Daddy! Hey!

- Oh!

- Hey! Look who's here!

I missed my peanut.

Oh, come here.

Come here, let me look at you.

I missed you.

I missed you more.

You're just beautiful.

You sure are.

Come on,

let's just take these inside.

Let's go and make necklaces,

come on.

Let's do matching ones,

let's do two yellows,

two blues. Yeah?

Okay.

House looks good.

You look good.

Huh?

Two yellows.

What's that? Huh?

Come on, I thought we said

we were gonna do matching.

- It's matching. Isn't it?

- No, it's not.

We got a green and a brown.

What did... Should we do two

browns and two greens then, yeah?

Sure.

You okay?

Yeah.

Matching, isn't it?

Come on, come here.

Sweetie, hey.

You know what'd be super fun?

Do you wanna go set up a tea

party for dad in your room?

He loves tea.

Yeah.

It's a thing. The school called

and we have to get her tested.

- Tested?

- Yeah.

No, we're not

getting her tested.

Are you kidding me? Come on.

Honey, she's a late bloomer.

It's a learning disorder. Rick,

- it's a real thing, okay?

- Oh.

I've been here, okay,

you haven't been here.

I'm the one raising her right now.

Look, honey, you know...

I lost my way a little.

Okay? But I'm back. And I'm...

I'm gonna be here

for you and Edie, okay?

- Hmm.

- Hmm?

Hmm? Hmm?

You do it again,

you don't bother coming back.

Hey.

Two plates?

What are you, a monk?

No,

it's an experiment.

I don't have anything

because I don't need anything.

Okay, well, besides from

living like a homeless person,

what's your deal?

Um...

Well, I'm almost a physicist.

I never quite got to...

- That's not what I mean.

- ...actual physics...

Honestly?

Always.

Okay.

I don't really wanna say.

To be honest, it sounds corny.

Try me.

Okay. Um...

Ever since I can remember,

I've always wanted to change the world.

How?

Um...

Are you familiar with Ludwig von Mises?

Austrian School of Economics?

Um, no.

Okay, most people aren't.

But his ideas are beautiful.

It's like poetry or math.

I'm wilting, Rossman.

Okay.

In a sentence,

every action that we take

outside of government control

strengthens the market

and weakens the state.

Seriously?

Yes.

I just fucked

a libertarian?

Surprise.

Fucking Morales, eh?

Mi hombre, huh.

Come here.

Fucked up out there, Johnny.

I know that.

Well, we kept you in too long.

You went native. That's on us.

No, man, I should've...

I'm a big boy, I can take it.

I should've fucking put

the hand up and said,

"Yo, man, over here. Not fucking...

not waving around."

- So I'll ride the bench a while.

- Rick...

Come on, man, I can work

Bocelli behind a desk, I can...

You wrapped your car around

a tree in Old San Juan, man.

I also took a narco predator

off the streets, too.

You might wanna mention that.

What about

when I listen to the wire,

and then I find out

that the whole thing,

it jumped off because you

told Gomez he was retarded?

I mean, what the fuck,

you know?

You want me to fucking say, man?

You listen...

Rick, maybe I'm not

making myself clear.

No, man,

maybe I'm not makin' myself clear.

- Rick...

- I ride the bench for a while.

You tell me how long...

You were coked

out of your fucking mind,

endangering the lives

of civilians.

You're never

working the streets again.

What the fuck

does that mean?

What do you think

it means?

It's what I do, Johnny.

It's who I am, man, I mean, come on.

Fucking look at me,

I'm a fucking door kicker, man.

Read it. Read this shit.

Fuck sakes, man. The brass,

they wanted you out on your ass.

No pension. No nothing.

You're being reassigned, man.

Cybercrimes.

See GS Shields on Monday.

He'll get you squared away.

Mm.

It was really good.

So how's the book business?

Sold the bus.

Well, that seems

a bit drastic, love.

No, Mom... Good Wagon

just was not the thing.

Really wasn't.

Give her a shot.

Come on.

Let's see if you still got it.

I'm not a trained monkey, Dad.

When Ross was nine,

he was consumed with the idea

of making the Guinness

Book of World Records.

- What was it, eight seconds?

- 6.8.

We trained every day

for three months.

And then the night before,

Ross abruptly decides it wasn't the thing.

PhD, a video game start-up,

now Good Wagon.

Tell me when you see a pattern.

Let's go.

It was really good.

Thanks, honey.

Yeah, it was nice to meet you.

Are you okay?

Yeah.

You sure?

Yes, yes. I'm fine.

Look, just because

your dad's a dick

doesn't mean that you

won't change the world.

I believe in you,

Rossman.

Hey.

I'm after Supervisor Shields.

Yeah, I'm Shields.

Rick Bowden.

Johnny Morales sent me.

It's an honor to meet you, Bowden.

We're glad to have you.

- It's good to be here.

- Yeah.

Yeah, sorry, I'm late.

I hit the range, little tune up.

I gotta re-qualify.

Can I ask you

a personal question, Rick?

Yeah.

Is it true

what happened in,

uh, Puerto Rico?

What part?

Eighteen-month op went sideways

when you told the cartel boss

he was a Mongoloid?

So we got an open floor plan.

Foster inter-squad exchange.

But Johnny said

you were old school.

Thought you might prefer

some privacy.

So we got you in here.

This little number.

We got a series 9, 16 gigs of RAM.

Intel processor. She's a rocket.

RAM up, huh?

Yeah. RAM up. Well,

welcome to Cybercrimes, Bowden.

You can do this.

Okay, real talk.

Good Wagon was never gonna work.

Brick and mortar is dead.

We live in a convenience culture.

Everyone wants everything

shipped to their door.

And Bezos

already beat you to it.

Now,

today's moneymaker is social

because everyone wants to know

what everyone else is up to.

- Like I said it would.

- No. Bullshit. That is bullshit.

People want anonymity.

Now more than ever.

The Internet was spawned off of the

things that people try and keep secret.

Think about it.

Porn, gambling, drugs.

Okay, but you can't buy drugs

on the Internet, Ross.

Hmm.

I've been thinking about this.

What if you could?

Uh, what are you saying?

Think about it.

Amazon for drugs.

You despise Amazon.

But I love freedom.

Yeah, well, whoever does this,

they're an idiot, first off,

and second off, they'd be busted

in, like, two seconds.

Not if

every transaction's encrypted.

What do you know about Tor?

- What, the Onion Router?

- Nothing.

Uh, it was designed by the

spooks at DARPA and the Navy.

It's a network that directs web

traffic through a series of relays.

What for?

Concealing location and usage.

Essentially,

it's a digital invisibility cloak.

It's perfect for doing

business on the Dark Web.

Okay, but if they follow the

money, then you're fucked, right?

Bitcoin.

- Bitcoin.

- Bitcoin?

Bitcoin.

Bitcoin?

It's like tokens in an arcade.

You go into the arcade,

you buy the tokens,

but nobody knows

which tokens you used.

- Okay, it's a little...

- It's completely anonymous transactions.

- Think about it.

- It's a little basic explanation, uh, but...

I like tokens.

And I like drugs.

Okay,

so the first thing you need to do

Go to the link in the description,

guys, click the download Tor button.

Tell me

that's not a YouTube tutorial.

It's not like they're

giving classes at UT, babe.

Welcome to

an introduction to the Internet.

If you're not comfortable

with your computer,

you may need

to play this tape many times.

Using your pointer finger,

rest it on the left button.

Press down

and you will see a menu bar.

Press down

and you will see a menu bar.

Press down

and you will see a menu bar.

- Press down and you will...

- Motherfucker!

I didn't know

you knew how to write code.

I don't,

but I'm teaching myself.

I'm not gonna get up from this

computer until I've mastered it.

All right. Enjoy your nerd shit.

I'm gonna go get tacos.

Where you guys at on Bocelli?

Huh?

- Uh-uh.

- Oh, fuck that, come on, where you at?

It's an eyes-only briefing,

Rick. You know the drill.

Boss, we could really use one of

Bowden's informants right now.

He's not running any.

He's in Cybercrimes.

Come on.

Okay.

Hey.

What is it?

Open it.

It's a book.

It's a little more than that.

Open it.

You bought

drugs from yourself.

I had to beta test it.

By committing a felony?

Congratulations.

No. You're missing it.

Look, I am using the Internet

as an instrument of liberty.

But that's illegal, Ross.

But the war on drugs is a farce.

This is America.

If you wanna smoke a bowl, snort a line,

pop a pill, that is your prerogative.

And now, thanks to Underground

Brokers, you can.

Underground Brokers?

That's the name of the site.

Okay, aside from it

being a terrible name,

are you sure

you wanna go through with this?

You don't like the name?

That's all you heard?

That's all you're taking away?

You are

so loving yourself, don't you?

Buyers' guide.

If you are reading this now,

you have at least figured out how

to access a Tor hidden service.

Good job. Smiley face.

The currency used to buy and sell

stuff on this site is Bitcoin.

No personal information is

associated with your Bitcoins at all,

making them ideal

for anonymous transactions.

The first step

to placing an order

is selecting the items

you wanna purchase

by adding them

to your shopping cart.

Now you can just kick back

and wait for it to arrive.

Receiving packages.

Use a different address

than the one where your items

will be kept,

such as a friend's house,

or a PO box.

Final note.

Our commitment is total satisfaction

for each and every purchase

you make here.

We do everything we can

to protect your anonymity

and ensure that your visits here

bring you great satisfaction.

Cocksucker.

- Yes, Rick.

- Dude, look at this, man.

I think it has

a fucking virus or something.

I swear to God, every time

I try to hit,

well, it says, it just...

What is "undeliverable message"?

What is that?

Well, Rick, okay,

I know you're having a hard time adapting.

Okay, and I get it's weird,

it's weird, dude,

having a 26-year-old boss.

Frankly,

it's pretty odd for me, too.

But you can't call me in here

every day for tech support.

I'm running

17 active investigations.

I simply don't have the time.

All right?

Yeah, well, I apologize.

Just trying to,

you know, find my place.

All right, Rick,

I'm just gonna be straight with you,

because that's what

Johnny Morales suggested.

You don't have to do squat.

Like, you can just kind of sit

back, watch old Orioles games or,

I don't know,

whatever it is you're into.

And in nine months,

you can retire with full pension.

So, that's it, huh? Just...

Rick, okay, I've got an ace

team of 20-somethings out there,

fresh out of MIT, Cal Tech.

They're making financial cases

that, frankly,

you wouldn't

even understand, okay?

But you know what?

You don't have to, okay?

So just relax, it...

I was locking up bad guys since before

you started shaving your fucking nuts.

Now, I maybe old and slow...

but I ain't stupid.

I'm glad

we understand each other.

Yo, Rayford,

come on, man,

get in the car.

Come on, shit, dude, don't be like that.

I thought we were friends.

Oh, now we friends?

Fuck you, Bowden.

Come on, Rayford,

get in the fucking car, dude. Huh?

I ain't gonna fucking bite.

There you go.

I'm out the game, yo,

I don't sling no more.

What's in the box?

Show me.

It's just sneakers, yo.

Open the fucking box, dude.

Sneakers. You see?

Hey. Tut-tut-tut-tut.

No, don't touch that.

Come on, yo.

No shit, huh?

That's what you do.

Yeah, sneakers, thank you.

I need a solid, dude.

- Solid? No.

- Yeah.

I'm not doing

no more Rick Bowden solids, yo.

- No?

- No.

See, I'm remembering a night

at 1:00 a.m. in the morning

when I got a call that you'd been

picked up by the Baltimore PD.

And I got out of bed,

drove down,

got there by 2:00

and saved

your little Black ass

from getting violated.

Yo, what's the solid, yo?

What you need?

Oh, gonna need

a little bit more

of manners than that, dude.

Sorry, I didn't hear you.

What do you need, yo?

You might not know it,

but dudes are buying and selling

narcotics on the computers.

There was a reshuffle at work and I got

promoted and put into cybercrimes, so...

I need someone to show me

how to buy dope on YouTube.

Can you do that?

Buy dope where?

On YouTube.

What, did I say it wrong?

Fucking tube,

whatever the fuck tube it is,

I need to buy it off it.

Oh, shit. Yo, you have

no fucking idea, yo.

Well, that's...

Oh, shit.

You gonna buy dope on YouTube.

Yeah, let's get, uh,

some meth on Google.

Just back the fuck up, dude.

- You wanna get some fucking...

- Do you know what an informant is?

For sure. I'ma inform you that

you don't buy dope on YouTube.

I'm gonna inform you

that I'm gonna

- fucking shoot your fucking sneakers.

- Whoa, whoa!

Whoa, holy shit, man.

What the fuck?

This is some kind of, like,

ghetto Batcave, huh?

Yeah. Told you.

This sneaker-head shit is a moneymaker.

- Yeah?

- You got a computer and a connection,

- you can sell anything.

- Really?

Don't touch

any of my shit, though.

All right, man. Christ.

All right, check this out.

eBay for dope fiends.

They even got reviews and shit.

Oh, shit.

So what do you do? You just...

You buy it on here

and then what?

What do you mean,

"and then what?"

What, it just arrives

at your fucking door?

Yeah, yo. People been fucking with

the Dark Web for a minute now.

Light shit,

you know what I'm saying?

Niggas was using PayPal,

Western Union, dumb shit.

But you cyber pigs

was on to that.

The genius of this,

they using Bitcoin.

Fucking genius shit.

What's Bitcoin?

It's crypto currency, yo.

- Okay.

- It's the future of money.

I'm sayin', a few niggas

know about it now,

but once people get hip

to this shit,

it's gonna be in every suburb

in America.

The fuck do you know

all this shit, man?

Baltimore Public Library.

Fuck.

Fuck is so funny, yo?

You wanna buy some drugs or not?

I do wanna buy some drugs,

so...

Don't touch my shit, all right?

Don't touch my shit.

Come on, dude,

lighten up, so...

Uh-huh.

What you want?

I don't know.

I think we should start with...

Anything you want.

You want some mushrooms?

You look like

someone who does mushrooms.

You know, you are a walking

cliché, Bow-den.

White man buying dope

from a nigga in the hood.

Yeah, well,

that's Bowden, motherfucker.

Bowden, Bow-den,

same shit, man.

- Bowden.

- All right.

Yo, let me ask you a question.

- Shoot.

- Who out there slinging right now?

Some jumpy-ass

rabbit motherfucker

with the cornrows

and the buck teeth there.

- Look at him.

- Yeah. You racist as shit.

Yeah, but am I fucking wrong?

Nah, today you right as rain.

But tomorrow,

look over there, see that?

See that nigga right there?

- Hmm.

- Game is changing, feel me?

Do you have my shit?

Yeah.

- Bam.

- No shit.

Yeah. Mm-hmm.

Welcome to the future, baby.

Let me see your phone.

- Your phone.

- Fuck you want with my phone?

Let me see your phone.

There, have at it.

All right. Let me see your ID.

- Why?

- Let me see your ID. Shit.

Old-ass wallet.

What are you doing?

Can you just relax for a second?

All right.

Congratulations, you now own

a Bitcoin wallet.

Next time you want some dope,

have Uncle Sam send it, all right?

Now that's your solid,

don't call me no fucking more.

Get your own fucking...

No, I mean, we're talking

about a multi-jurisdiction.

- The situation that, um...

- Shields, you need to see this.

- But what I'm saying is that, if...

- Boss.

Hold on, one moment.

No, not now, Rick, stop.

Go on.

Yeah, right, in a normal situation

there's, uh, you know,

for every man in the forces,

there's a manager.

So what I'm saying here is that

we take the...

I mean, we could, yeah,

but, it...

I've decided to keep a journal

about my experience running the site.

I imagine that someday I may have

a story written about my life

and it would be a good idea to

keep a detailed account of it.

I'm creating

a year of prosperity and power

beyond what I have

ever experienced before.

Silk Road

is going to become a phenomenon.

And at least one person

will tell me about it

unknowing

that I was its creator.

Oh, shit.

These beers fair game? Ross?

Earth to Ross. Hello,

Mr. Rossington. Okay.

That's a yes.

Yo, check this out.

Great name, nice camel.

Keep reading.

Okay, Indicas,

Sour Diesel 13 and Grape Ape.

Acid,

microdot or blotter.

MDMA, ecstasy,

basically the same thing and 'shrooms.

Yeah, dude,

you're, uh, so getting busted.

Nope.

Bitcoin plus Tor. Untraceable.

You're insane.

Can you please tell him he's insane?

You're insane.

Also, uh,

just a thought, friend.

How's anyone supposed to find this?

You can't advertise it, Ross.

I've been posing as a user

and touting it on the forums.

The forums?

What? The chat rooms...

You're too good for chat rooms,

too good for forums?

No, man, chat rooms are,

uh, cute, they're nice.

But you're gonna want more exposure

than, you know, some 4chan fuck-heads.

Oh, you should call

my friend over at Gawker.

You have a friend at Gawker?

Yeah, I met him

at South By last year.

Don't ask.

Lot of questions there, but...

Okay, well,

he's not just gonna

pick up an anonymous call

at like, what,

10 o'clock at night?

Uh, that's exactly what he's gonna

do, he's a reporter. It's a story.

Don't do it.

Ross, I'm begging you, don't do it.

Ross, don't do it.

Yeah. Give me his number.

- No.

- Yeah.

*67.

- Of course.

- This is fucking dumb.

I wasn't born yesterday.

You're literally

going straight to...

It's your idea, bro.

Gawker.

- Adrian? Uh...

- Who's this?

- You don't know me, but I have your next story.

- Thirty seconds.

Making small talk with your pot dealer

sucks. Buying cocaine can get you shot.

But what if you could buy drugs

online like socks or light bulbs?

Now you can with an online

website called Silk Road.

Did you coach him on this?

Who am I talking with?

Call me Mark.

No last name, but you can quote me.

- And you created it?

- No, but I ordered ten hits of acid

delivered to my doorstep

by the US Postal Service.

And what did that feel like?

Well, to tell you the truth,

Adrian...

it kind of felt like the future.

Last question.

Anything you can't get on Silk Road?

Nothing to harm or defraud.

Like kiddie porn

or stolen credit cards.

So no weapons-grade plutonium?

Or murder for hire.

Is there anything

you'd like to add?

Yes.

Stop funding the state

with your tax dollars

and direct your productive

energies towards the black markets.

- Fuck you.

- Whoo!

- Holy shit.

- That felt good, man.

- You know what that felt like?

- No.

The future. You know.

I just felt it right in my

bones, right there, the future.

Go fuck yourself.

Don't be jealous.

It's right there,

it's right ahead of us.

Oh, hey, peanut! What are you doing here?

Huh? What are you doing here?

Hey.

We were in the neighborhood.

Thought we could stop by

and say hey.

- Is that right? This for me?

- Mm-hmm.

Figured you could

use the company.

Yeah, another Cobb salad

with those dipshits,

- I swear to God I'll eat a bullet.

- Language, Daddy.

Oh, "language, Daddy."

Is that right?

Nineteen years

you've been on this job,

this is the first time

I've been in your office.

Yeah, the last one

wasn't exactly

a daycare, was it?

Neither was Max's Taphouse.

Tell you what,

why don't we get outta here, huh?

- Why don't we go somewhere special?

- Get some ice cream.

Ice cream for lunch?

No, no, no, no, no.

She's gonna have ice cream for

lunch, come on, let's go.

I'm having ice cream

for lunch?

Yeah, you are,

only if you behave.

Yeah, we'll see about that.

You watch that mouth, girl.

Come on, let's go.

Look at that.

What do you think? Huh?

Edie, look, they got nurse sharks.

Go check 'em out.

Oh, my God. Go on, honey.

I think they're sleeping.

You checking up on me?

Yeah, I am.

You okay with that?

Oh, my gosh.

Babe, look. Check it out.

Did you go to the school?

I did. Forest Hills,

babe, it's amazing.

Classes are all small,

and the teachers

all specialize

in overcoming

learning challenges.

- Okay.

- It's... it's great.

Hey, baby, honey,

don't tap on the glass.

She saw a little boy

her age who had built a robot.

A walking, talking robot.

It was...

How much?

Did they say?

Did you talk about it?

- Yeah.

- How much?

Forty.

Fuck.

I told them you were in law

enforcement and that I am a nurse,

and they have scholarships

and she's eligible for those.

So we're gonna go for it.

- They said that?

- Yeah.

- Really?

- Yeah.

Hey, come on, look at her.

Look at that little...

I mean, how do they not give

her a full scholarship, huh?

Mm.

- Huh?

- Yeah.

And you think

this is the way to go, huh?

This is good for her.

I need you

to get on board, okay?

You with us?

When am I not with you, huh?

Hmm?

It'll never go in. Yeah!

You suck.

Doesn't he suck? He sucks.

No, you're jealous.

Constantly.

Well, your phone is blowing up.

Are you sure you don't

want to check you phone?

- Don't you want to check your phone?

- Don't sabotage.

- I know you do.

- Don't sabotage.

Wait, now, seriously, dude,

you have like

50 unread messages.

What the hell?

This says a 101.

You get hacked or something?

Three hundred

and thirteen new messages.

- From who?

- I don't know. I...

I had everything from Silk Road

forwarded to my Gmail.

Holy shit.

The Gawker article posted.

He wrote what you said, word for word.

Holy shit.

1,154.

That's gonna

crash your site, man.

Shit, you're right.

Okay, we gotta go.

Finish your beer.

No, actually, fuck your beer.

We gotta go.

- No, we got a full fucking pitcher, Ross.

- No, we got to go.

- We can't just...

- Hold on, I got this.

Grab your shit. Just leave...

leave the chip. Come on.

Bounced the local hosting?

Outsourced it

to a data center in Iceland.

Get fucked, NSA.

NSA?

I just made 75 grand in Bitcoin

in the last 90 minutes, babe.

Sooner or later

someone's gonna come knocking.

But now,

they can't trace my IP address.

Ross,

that's $833 a minute.

Go the other way.

Holy shit,

1.2 million a day.

Fuck you.

Neighbors, there is something

interesting going on right now.

What if I were to tell you

that there is a drug super store

on the Internet right now?

To all the new faces, welcome.

Our basic rules are to treat

others as you wish to be treated,

and don't do anything

to hurt or scam anyone else.

Something special

came in the mail.

It looks and feels

exactly like eBay, Amazon,

whatever other online purchasing

site you're familiar with.

Silk Road is already making

an impact on the war on drugs

by expanding people's access

to controlled substances.

Every transaction

that takes place

outside the nexus of state

control is a victory.

So there are literally hundreds

of victories here each week,

and each one weakens the state.

To learn more about libertarianism,

philosophy or just to make friends,

check out the forums.

Oh, and please,

contribute to the community

by reviewing your sellers,

buyers and products.

And you're not

paranoid about using the mail?

No. They, like, vacuum seal it

so the dogs can't even smell it.

Like, seriously,

they've thought of everything.

- Whoa.

- Yeah. Game changer.

- Who runs it?

- I don't know, but the guy's pretty genius.

Genius.

Don't get ahead of yourself.

Their words.

Anybody else

from your outfit coming today?

Nope, they save

all the good stuff for me.

Okay. US Postal Service interdicts

narcotics by two primary means.

One is drug dogs, effective for large

shipments of controlled substances,

typically a kilo or more.

The other is random X-rays.

This is your

ounce or less crew.

This latter category,

we've noticed a 300% increase

in the past three months.

Lot of little stuff adds

up to the big stuff, right?

- Theoretically.

- So what do you think's driving the spike?

I don't know,

it's all small-time,

so they haven't given us

the resources

to figure it out yet.

Well, do they have

anything in common?

Actually, yes.

Everything they've seized out

of Utah has that stamped on it.

No shit.

Yo, Rayford, man, come on.

It's Bowden. Open the fuck up.

Motherfucker.

Oh, fuck.

Fuck that nigga right there.

Fuck.

You open

this motherfucking door,

you motherfucking piece of fuck!

Fucking game, dude, huh?

You think this is fucking funny?

Come on,

why don't you ease it?

Goddamn! Fuck, dude,

it smells dank in here.

You know, I'm gonna have you

note that that came anonymous...

Oh, what, you cooking up a

chicken with this oregano? Hmm.

No, that's from a customer.

I didn't pay for that. That's...

Yeah, I don't give a fuck

about your fucking chicken.

What else can you tell me about

this cat that sold you the 'shrooms?

Uh, goes by the name

of Chronic Pain.

Yeah, and what else?

Come on.

- That's it.

- Come on, dude, help me out.

I got an envelope postmarked Utah.

I got no return address.

Utah's a big-ass state.

What else can you tell me about him?

Something? Chronic Pain?

Well, hold on.

What makes you think it's a him?

You ever seen this movie called

Cocaine Cowboys? It was a documentary.

And the baddest motherfucker in that

was a bitch named the Black Widow.

She was drilling holes

in motherfuckers...

What the fuck has this got to do

with what I'm asking you about?

I'm just saying. A nigga can be

whoever they want on the Internet.

Whoever they want.

You know what people do with cats?

They just let them

live in their fucking house.

They don't even

actually interact, like, ever.

They're like, "Oh, look at all my cats.

I keep them alive."

You and I, we, like,

actually hang out.

Imagine a baby,

but it's tall, it's cute.

But it's intimidating,

it is the size of a basketball hoop

and it's asking for its pacifier.

And it could crush you,

but it's asking

for a cracker or something.

You're the man now, dawg.

What was the movie where

James Bond was the guy with the blind kid?

That was a good movie.

Why don't you come to bed?

Listen to this.

"Fish scale Colombian cocaine."

"Has a nice sheen and provides a rush

of euphoria and confidence."

Now this one.

"Crystal MDMA.

Has a lovely fizz and a wisp of smoke."

You've got issues.

I think I just solved them.

This guy is a one-man fan club.

That's not what I meant.

You're getting obsessive.

I think you mean obsessed.

You know what I meant.

I'll be in bed.

Oh, that's not where we're

going with our teeth, baby.

We're not going down there, going up here.

Oh, hold up.

"Your work

has not gone unnoticed.

Wanna offer you a job."

What?

Uh, okay.

What do I have to do?

What? You gotta get up.

This is getting interesting.

You're gonna miss this, come here.

"Review products.

Manage orders. Get rich."

"Get rich"?

I'm in, brother.

"Send scan of your ID"?

Yeah, what do you think of that?

What should we tell him?

To kiss our dimply ass?

"Why do you need my ID

when I don't know who you are?"

Nice try, jokester.

Oh! Underboss, bitches!

Ding, ding, ding, ding.

Yes.

I'm just gonna roll the die

and hope I don't die.

You support this, right?

You wanna be an underboss, right?

You don't wanna be a fucking

ferret your whole life.

I need a name. I need a name.

I need a name.

"Then David came to Nob..."

Nob it is for me.

Daddy?

Oh, hey, peanut,

what are you doing up? Huh?

Where's Mom?

Asleep on the couch.

Oh.

She must be fucking drunk.

You wanna help me?

Take a picture of me?

Do that?

Right there we go, just...

Up here, honey.

Up here, yeah?

Smile, Dada.

No, no smile, I'm a bad guy.

Just pretending to be a bad

guy, but I'm a bad guy.

Bad guys

wear their hoodies up.

You got a point. All right.

Well spotted, honey. How's that?

- Got it.

- Got it, yes, you did. Bingo.

Off you go, okay?

Thanks for helping.

Little things, Dada,

make you believe.

Little things. Yeah, well,

one more little thing, okay? Honey?

This is between you and me, okay?

Don't tell Mom.

Up you go.

Fuck. Okay.

- Yo.

- Yeah, dude, it's me.

Stop calling me

all the time, man.

How do I get the picture

from the camera

to the fucking computer, man?

Oh, here we go.

We're up. Thanks.

Yeah.

Tonight our Call-6 investigators dig

into what's known as The Dark Net.

It's been called

eBay for illegal drugs.

A network

of relatively hidden websites

where users can buy everything

from ecstasy to opium.

The Silk Road website is

a particular headache for authorities.

The government says

hundreds of thousands of users

use the impossible-to-trace

website which sells drugs.

We're talking about cocaine,

LSD, ecstasy. You name it and it's here.

Someone that is wanting

to sell illegal drugs

can use this to come in contact with

someone that wants to buy illegal drugs.

What do you think?

Oh, my God, Ross,

this is really serious.

An underground website

used to sell illegal drugs

is the new target for New York

senator, Charles Schumer.

He has asked federal authorities to

shut down and investigate the site.

It's known as Silk Road.

This website is nothing more than an

all-you-can-order buffet of contraband

that needs to be shut down

immediately.

Are you scared?

Yeah.

Yeah.

Hey, you got

a call from the FBI.

Putting together

an inter-agency task force

- on some online dope bazaar.

- What, Silk Road?

- Yeah.

- No, we're already on it. Who's running point?

A guy called Tarbell.

Sounds like a real gunner.

He's just looking for a token narc

to qualify for OCDETF funding.

You got somebody we can spare?

No fucking way,

I got my A-Team on this.

FBI'll just steal our work

claiming credit.

Shields, I can't say no to an

inter-departmental request, okay?

Look, personally,

I don't give a fuck who you send,

long as they got a badge

and a heartbeat.

Fuck.

Jesus fucking Christ.

Oh, Jesus.

- Bowden?

- Yeah.

Oh, hang on. What?

Are you

familiar with Silk Road?

Yeah.

- Really?

- Yeah.

What the fuck, it's a website.

They sell dope and shit

on the net.

Perfect. The FBI's putting

together a task force.

There's a briefing at the

Federal Building at 1100.

Report to Agent Tarbell.

You'll love him.

- Okay. Hey, Shields?

- Yep?

Is there any way to track

dope busts in the mail?

You know, small shit,

ounce or less.

Yeah, I'll have Sirkis

set up a geofence.

They'll notify you whenever the local

postal interdiction police gets a pop.

- Geofence? Good.

- Yeah.

Why?

No reason, you know,

I might have an idea

to crack

this Silk Road shit wide open.

- Rick?

- Yeah.

I've got a next-level team

on this, okay?

And I don't need some old-school

street crap buggering it up.

Report to the task force,

keep your trap shut,

and don't make us look stupid.

As the NSA puts it,

with 2.5 million daily users,

Tor's the king of high-security,

low-latency Internet anonymity.

You're aware, boss,

that given the volume of users,

the odds of finding a single IP

address are almost impossible?

I was hoping

you'd say that, Kim.

What you got there

is five grams of cupronickel.

75% copper, 25% nickel.

Worth five American cents.

What the hell

happened to it?

I got this brother-in-law

in West Texas,

married to my kid sister.

Seven kids between them.

Now I'm not saying for certain,

there's an extra chromosome involved,

but this guy is not gonna win

any MacArthur Grants.

Do you know what I'm saying?

And until last Tuesday,

he might have been

the unluckiest man

in America.

Well, what happened Tuesday?

He got hit by lightning...

for a second time.

Did it kill him?

No.

He had that nickel

in his pocket, though.

The electrical current burned

a hole in his dungarees,

seared through

his testicular wall

and cauterized

his vas deferens.

God's own vasectomy.

The odds of that happening?

One in 25 million.

My point being, Kim...

...nothing's impossible.

Fantastic. I see the DEA sent

its best and its brightest.

Uh, welcome to the task force,

Mr. Flintstone?

No, Bowden, Rick Bowden, DEA.

Hey, guys.

Chris Tarbell, FBI.

Have a seat, please.

Sorry, I'm late, man,

I just got fucking caught up in here.

Sure you did. Okay.

Are we working

any human sources?

- No.

- No?

Sorry, what was that?

Did you...

did you need something there?

No. I just, uh, wondered if

we're working any human sources?

Negative.

Well, you mean not yet, huh?

No, I mean, I'm just not really

into wasting resources, sport.

We're not tailing guys here.

We're hunting IP addresses.

I mean, fuck, somebody

some where's

touching the keyboards, right?

Wait a minute,

are you gonna crack this?

You can just crack it the

old-fashioned way, Agent Bowden?

Maybe.

That's fantastic.

I'll tell you what,

when you snatch him up,

send me a fax.

Ross.

Ross, we need

to have a conversation.

Just one sec.

Pay attention to me.

- I am.

- Look, this is on the Silk Road homepage.

Crack, crystal meth. You're making money

off of drug addicts and poor people.

Julia, look, the average Silk

Road user is college educated,

has a laptop

and has access to broadband.

More than that,

there are seller reviews.

Baby, buying drugs off of my site is

safer than buying 'em on the street.

Give me a break, Ross.

You might not

understand this.

This is my community

and I care about it.

Wait.

Zoom right here.

Third one this week.

It's hardly worth the paperwork

for a little marijuana.

It's about

the right amount, though.

Fucking meth?

Jesus Christ.

Come on,

I saw you, you fucking bitch.

Hey. Where you been?

Out.

Hey.

I'm sorry.

Sorry that

I've been distant...

and I've been

a little obsessed.

You're right.

And obsessive.

Both are correct, actually.

You're such a dick.

I got something else

to tell you.

What?

I got a new name...

for my admin.

The Dread Pirate Roberts.

Princess Bride.

You fucking kidding me?

No.

Julia, it's brilliant.

Look, that way,

I can pass it along to somebody else.

This thing is gonna

outlive all of us.

This isn't a movie, Ross.

I'm gonna go to bed.

♪ As you wish ♪

Where have you been?

Edie waited up.

Yeah, I was at work.

I was working.

What's going on here, huh?

Are you drunk?

- Are you?

- Yeah. No, I'm...

No,

I'm fucking working, I said. Huh?

Hmm.

I'm hunting, baby. I'm hunting big game.

I mean, seriously, Sandy.

Like kingpin shit.

Yeah, I mean, this guy's gotta be...

You know, he's got these...

He's like

the first millennial gangster.

Yeah, it's the future

of drug trafficking,

I'm telling ya.

I ain't seen nothing like it.

All these other young bucks, they think

I'm some kind of old fucking dinosaur.

They're doing

their digital downloads.

But I'm the one

with these fucking hooks in.

I'm the one who's gonna bring

this fucking prick down.

This is exactly how you

sounded before Puerto Rico.

No, it's not how it was like

in Puerto Rico.

- It's different?

- Yeah, completely different.

- Is it?

- Yeah.

Is it, Rick? Really?

What's going on in Utah?

What the... What?

- What?

- Yeah. What?

I get the same high-purchase

alerts you do, okay?

Tell me what the fuck

is going on in Utah.

Cyber conference. Yeah.

- It's a cyber conference? Okay.

- Yeah.

- And you're paying for it?

- No.

They haven't

requisitioned the money yet.

They'll pay me back.

You know, the thing

about being married to a narc

is that you never know

when they're lying to you.

Let's go. Engage.

"Weird Al" Yankovic.

Let's go.

Get under there! Get the fucking...

- Hands where I can see them!

- Don't fucking move!

- Down now!

- Down on the fucking ground!

- What? You fucking deaf? Huh? You what? Huh?

- I can help.

- I can tell you anything you want to know.

- Huh? Yeah?

Thought he was gonna win

the fucking penalty shoot, yeah?

Well, no, you don't fucking know.

What do you got here?

- What is this? Is this your fanny pack?

- Yeah.

A fucking fanny pack?

Dude, your mother know about this? Huh?

Huh?

Whoa!

- Yeah!

- It's... I... It's for my taxes.

Fat, fucking roll, dude.

I don't like bank...

I don't trust banks.

Fucking hook this prick up

and voucher this.

Clean your fucking ears out.

What did I say?

I said go take a sketch of the

premises and then report back to me.

You boys got a light?

Where the fuck do they find these guys?

I swear to God.

Well, probably

a fucking vegetarian.

You know,

swear to fucking God, dude.

This whole job's changed.

Well, we certainly can't get

shit done the way we used to.

Fucking A.

Don't know about you,

but I don't have

the fucking patience

for this bullshit.

Flung out the paperwork and that.

You know what I'm saying?

No. What are you saying?

I'm saying I can take it

from here if you want.

Is it gonna

come back on me?

Do I look like a vegetarian?

Where the fuck

are you, Curtis?

- Hey.

- Hey.

- Have you eaten anything?

- I'm fine.

- You know, I'm starting to get a little...

- Don't!

I'm sorry.

I'm really sorry. I...

Look, I am running

a $50 million company,

operating in

17 different countries

with exactly one employee

who just dropped off

the face of the Earth.

It's just a website, Ross!

It's the thing.

And you would know that,

except you've never done anything.

I'm gonna go for a run.

And when I come back,

I want you and all your shit out of here.

You hear me?

Please, sir,

this guy we're dealing with,

he's got unlimited resources

and he's unpredictable...

I'm gonna break your fucking

nose, and I'm gonna do it.

He's... I can tell you

whatever the fuck you...

I'll write a term paper,

for fuck's sake!

- Money.

- The money.

I know all about

how the money works.

- So?

- Okay.

There's Bitcoin.

Are you familiar with Bitcoin?

Bitcoin?

- Don't be a fucking cunt, Curtis.

- Oh, fuck!

Don't be a cunt, Curtis.

Don't be a fucking cunt, dude.

- Don't be a fucking cunt, okay?

- Okay, no cunt.

You fat fucking cunt!

Can't fucking...

So, you know Bitcoin.

And there's some people use

Bitcoin to transfer money.

They make transactions.

Those transactions on Silk Road

get put into an escrow account

and then stays there until

both parties have signed off.

So nobody gets ripped off.

- That, and there's a ratings-based system.

- Yeah.

The customer service and dependability,

reliability, it's all a big part of it.

Skip the corporate bullshit, okay?

You're no global conglomerate, so...

See, we are, though.

We are a global enterprise.

And it's growing.

Not growing by the week

or the month,

it's growing by the hour.

And at the crest of it

is fucking DPR and he's...

He's a visionary.

No shit.

And what are you?

An apostle?

In pink fucking socks

and Crocs, dude?

I'm the one...

I may look like

a fucking idiot to you,

but I am the one who has access

to the escrow account.

Fucking holding out on me,

dude.

- Okay.

- No, I'll tell you anything.

You're gonna prove it

is what you're gonna do.

I'll prove anything.

How?

Wire me the Bitcoin.

That's...

That's not how it...

That is how it works,

but it's not how it works.

Well, what are you

gonna do with the...

Gonna mark it Exhibit A in

the case against your boss.

Oh.

Okay. I appreciate what you're

doing, but this is...

It's like $200,000 or

something in the account.

He could kill me

for that type of money.

Really?

What?

What the fuck?

What the fuck are you doing

with my money, Curtis?

Got you,

you son of a bitch.

Hey, Max!

Your parents still in Aspen?

- Holy shit!

- Hey, man.

The prodigal son returns.

- Yeah.

- Yes, it has been a while.

Yup, it's been

six weeks, dude.

Hey, uh, look,

I got a favor to ask you.

If I give you someone's ID, can you

look up if they've been arrested or not?

Why do you always come to me

with this shit, Ross?

'Cause you're my best friend.

What's their name?

Uh, Curtis Clark Green.

Out of Spanish Fork, Utah.

You, uh...

You having a party?

If you'd read any of my texts

for the last six weeks,

you'd know

I'm moving to New York.

Surprise!

Yeah, I'm sorry.

Okay, that's weird.

There's a report for his arrest

in Spanish Fork, Utah,

but, for some reason,

he was never charged.

Weird-looking dude.

Shit.

Shit.

You know,

Julia warned you about this.

- Fuck!

- We both did.

"Got a problem in Utah.

Requires violence. Can you help?"

Yes, we can.

Uh...

Hey, Julia.

- Julia, look, just talk to me. Just talk!

- No!

You're selling assault rifles

on your fucking site, Ross.

Yeah. Yeah, I am.

It's the Second Amendment.

When you said that you were

gonna change the world, I just...

I wanted to believe

that it was for the better.

- That's not fair.

- Okay.

That's not...

Julia, just listen.

- Leave me alone, Ross.

- Listen to me.

You heard her, asshole.

Fuck off.

That's nice. That's nice.

Here. Thank you.

Will you get me a shot?

- Anything for you.

- Yeah.

- Hey. You're too good for him anyway.

- Yeah.

Huh? Huh?

- Fuck, Bowden, you dumb fuck!

- Ah!

Shit didn't even record.

I did what you asked me to do.

I transferred the money!

Why the fuck

are you doing this?

Because, my friend,

if we pin some bullshit narcotics beef

on your fucking pirate boss,

he's gonna post bail, walk free

and wanna chase up loose ends.

And we know who that is.

On the other hand,

if we get him on a conspiracy

to commit murder and kidnapping,

well, that's 25 years to life.

- What? What, murder?

- Nice, dude, here we go.

- Why did you say murder? No!

- That's what I fucking said, dude. Here, come on.

Get the fuck up.

Damn, Curtis, your boss just caught a bullet train

to the fucking pen, dude.

Look at this.

"Change the order

from torture to kill."

Fuck me, dude.

What... what's that for?

Huh? This is lunch.

You hungry?

Little piece of advice.

The asphyxiation victim,

the bile looks exactly like

chicken noodle soup.

Open up.

What, should I just chew it?

Open up, dude, open up.

Here we go. You got it.

Keep it in.

Okay, don't choke on that.

Lie down.

Play dead.

Clean that up. I'll get that fucking

shit out of there, there you go.

Curtis,

just give me a second here.

All right.

Come on, Curtis,

hold your breath, dude. Fuck!

Close your eyes. All right.

Oh, I love that dribbling out, it's nice.

Hey, you need a ride?

Yeah, you need a ride?

Ross!

Boom, motherfucker.

- Hey.

- FBI cybercrimes has taken over the investigation.

Good. Hold the fucking phone.

I got the entire case right here.

Now, whatever it is,

turn it over to Tarbell.

No, hear me out.

You're gonna wanna see this.

- Trust me.

- No, I'm not. Not on the desk.

- Not the desk.

- Come on, here.

- Listen, Rick...

- I got the guy dead to rights.

- Hang on.

- Rick!

- It's just... Hang on.

- I don't have the time.

This department

doesn't have the money, okay,

to teach you

how law enforcement works

in the 21st century.

So take your handwritten notes,

shove them in your Brownwell

and hand it over to Tarbell.

- Okay?

- Just... Come on.

Trust me. Look at this. Just...

I'll say it again.

Out!

Hey, it's Shields.

In Cybercrimes.

Yeah, get me Johnson.

All right, well,

then get me Hanson.

Get me anybody here, okay?

This is Seven News.

Tonight, 16-year-old

Preston Bridge

was celebrating

after his school ball

before he fell

from a second-floor balcony.

His family

still can't believe he's gone.

I would just actually love to have

seen what he turned out to be.

The synthetic LSD that

killed Preston was bought online.

So potent,

it made him think he could fly.

He fell from a balcony and

suffered horrific head injuries.

The federal government...

- Hey.

- Hey.

- Mom and Dad called.

- Oh, yeah?

Yeah, they were just

asking how you were.

What did you say?

That I love having you here.

It's great to be here.

Why do you keep

closing your laptop

every time I walk by?

I don't.

Yeah, Ross,

you do.

I guess I don't even notice it. It's just

force of habit, you know, sensitive data.

Wow, you look like Dad

when you lie.

Hey, whatever's going on,

you can tell me.

Nothing's going on, Cally.

All right, fine, you know,

you wanna bullshit me, whatever.

Just, uh, don't lie

to yourself, Ross,

'cause that's how you get lost.

Shh.

What's the matter?

Is she having a nightmare?

- She didn't get the scholarship.

- What?

Why not? Didn't you

put the application in?

I put the application in. You didn't

show up to the fucking interview.

Shit. Fuck.

Fuck, I forgot. Shit.

I didn't make it.

Oh, it's okay.

It's okay, peanut. Hey.

Can I go anyway?

Go to sleep.

Damn it, homie. What the fuck

are you doing over here?

Don't get your panties in a twist.

I'm not staying, okay?

Just... Listen,

how do I change it? Bitcoins.

How do I...

Personal

or professional reasons?

Answer the question.

Yeah, you cross this fucking line,

Bowden, there ain't no going back, yo.

Look, I got it under

control, all right?

I know they have

the fucking money.

They're not gonna notice

when it's gone,

so, just, please,

answer the question.

Give me a day.

For what?

To make it green,

motherfucker.

All right.

You sure

about this shit, yo?

Just change it, okay?

There is a curtain of anonymity

in secrecy that covers everything

that goes on

behind the scenes here.

But I have to stay constantly on

the move to keep ahead of the state.

I know this whole market is

based on the trust you put in me,

and I don't take that lightly.

The way I see it,

we are all players

in something that has grown

beyond any of us.

Rarely do I lift my head

long enough to take in

just how amazing

all of this is.

I have no one

to share my thoughts with

in physical space.

Security does not

permit it anymore.

So, thanks for listening.

This guy's clearly self-taught.

Even though he fixed it,

we could read the previous version

underneath. Nice job, Kim. Okay.

Goddamn it. What, Bowden?

Uh, I was told

to give you this.

Just put it somewhere.

Ladies and gentlemen,

the IP address of the Silk Road server.

- Holy shit.

- All right, get to work.

Kim,

do we have a physical address?

He's hosted on

a server farm in Iceland.

Okay, I'll call the AUSA.

And within 24 hours,

we'll be monitoring this guy in real time.

- Hey, what if it is encrypted chats, too?

- Huh?

No. But when we bust

him, we'll seize his laptop,

and then we'll get everything.

Everyone he ever dealt with.

...Iceland, you prosecute him right

here and I need to confirm now.

With a little luck,

we'll do it.

Hey. I need your help

with something.

You don't knock?

Look, it's no secret you and

I don't see eye to eye, okay?

- No.

- I know that you know that I think you're a...

Well, you're a dick.

Yeah.

But Tarbell's a bigger dick,

and I hear he may have found DPR.

- Yeah.

- Yeah.

- He hasn't said anything to me.

- He wouldn't.

But I got a source

at the Bureau.

Says there's a kid

ordering fake passports

in San Francisco...

under the name Josh Terrey.

- Josh Terrey.

- Yeah.

- In San Francisco.

- Yeah.

Homeland Security's got him

under 24-hour surveillance.

So, what do you want

from me?

You got anyone on the ground

out there

who might be able

to check it out for us?

Get us in the game?

But you thought boots on the

ground was a waste of time.

Call it an exception,

right?

Yeah.

Well, it's just too bad

that I am a dick.

Real shame.

Real fucking shame.

Three days

sitting on this prick.

I'm missing

my kid's PONY League playoffs.

Package is on his doorstep.

It's not like he doesn't know it's there.

Let's jam him.

Yes, ma'am.

- Hey.

- Hey.

- I think you have the wrong address.

- Oh, no.

I'm Nob.

Yeah, step aside.

- How did you find me?

- Close the door.

- How'd you find me?

- How fucking old are you, dude?

- Twenty-seven.

- Yeah?

- Yeah.

- You've been shaving long?

What?

You have two federal agents in

an unmarked across the street.

- They're here to arrest you for...

- Wait. What hap...

Shh... ordering fake passports

off the Silk Road. Yeah.

When they knock on that door,

this is what you're gonna tell 'em.

Joshua Terrey?

- Yeah.

- Agent Conroy.

Homeland Security.

This is Agent Ramirez.

This belong to you?

Contains fake IDs

and passports.

Do you know anything about that?

Can I see that for a second?

Yeah.

Shit. Well, it says right

there, "No signature required."

Meaning, I haven't

taken possession of it.

Which is why you knocked

instead of kicked.

Well, anybody could have ordered that,

you know, off the Silk Road, for instance.

With your pictures?

- It's a free country. Now, um...

- if you'll excuse me...

Sorry I couldn't help you guys

out, but I got some work to do.

Have a nice day.

- Holy fucking shit.

- Yeah.

Now what?

Now...

you delete

our fucking chat history.

Yeah.

- Like, now.

- Yeah.

- Do it.

- Yeah. Just...

You think

this is a fucking game?

- All of it.

- Yeah. Just give me a second.

You think I'm

going down 'cause of you?

I ain't going down

because of you.

It's gone. It's done.

Fucking better be.

Next time,

just don't be such a smart ass.

Yeah.

Fuck!

Fuck!

What you doing back there, Rayford?

You rubbing it out?

You better not be fucking telling

me you lost my Bitcoin, Ray.

"Don't trip.

I got your back."

You motherfucking,

ingrate cocksucker. Fuck.

The fuck is that?

- It's 37K, yo.

- Thirty-seven K?

Dude, I had fucking 200K

in my Bitcoin wallet.

Well, it's not my fault that Bitcoin

been going up and down and shit.

It's fucking volatile.

Won't even

fucking last me a year.

Tuition's 40 fucking grand.

- Motherfucker. Unbelievable.

- Forty fucking grand?

I thought your kid was in

pre-school, yo. Shit.

I don't care. Gonna see how

much time we got to negotiate.

- Tarbell.

- Any word from the Icelandic Embassy?

My guys are heading to Reykjavik in

an hour. When it goes, it goes fast.

How long

until his servers are mirrored?

Twelve hours from when they

hit the Thor Data Center.

And it's what,

seven, eight hours' flight?

What are you, a travel agent?

No, man. Just seeing

if you need any backup.

Negative, Bowden.

Fucking guy.

We got 19 hours.

Then what?

Then I take care of my family.

Set up a new user profile for

me, Friendly Chemist.

Shit. Bowden,

you know something, huh?

Hmm.

He wants to fuck me in the ass,

he can pay for the privilege.

Fucking bullshit.

- No. No. No.

- Piece of shit.

Ah. I'm gonna

send you something, okay?

Send him this.

Is that

his fucking IP address, yo?

That'll wake him up.

Shit.

What's so funny, dude?

We're on a fucking stakeout,

you know, right?

Well, it's more like

a shakedown, remember?

I guess so.

Fuck, yeah,

I do international jobs.

Friendly fucking Chemist

from British Columbia.

I think I might know a biker up there

who could take care of business.

I want you to set up another user

profile, RedWhiteAndBlue.

Fucking Bowden,

a stone-cold criminal.

When the fuck

you learn how to do that?

Hey, it's Cally. Uh...

We are here at the restaurant,

and it is beautiful.

And I have no idea

where you are.

Dad is getting really hungry.

Please hurry. Okay, love you, bye.

You're a major...

Hey, sorry I'm late.

- Hi, sweetheart. Hi.

- Hey.

- You look great.

- You look stressed.

Oh, no.

It's just work stuff, you know?

How was the flight? Oh.

I don't know why you wasted

money on business class.

Uh... Well, reservation's under my name.

Ulbricht.

Follow me.

Listen, I'll see you guys

in there.

- Okay?

- Okay.

- You doing okay?

- Yeah.

- You sure?

- Yeah. No, I'm good.

Okay.

Don't let me strain it.

Cold, bitch. Cold.

- Please.

- Fuck, dude.

Fucker, hit him back, though.

We can just order.

No. Let's wait for him.

We got him. Let's go.

Checkmate, motherfucker.

Here he comes.

We'll wait.

I'm sorry about that.

Work's been, uh... crazy.

Hey.

I'm really proud of you

and how hard you're working.

I guess you found the thing.

Yeah.

How the fuck

do you eat that shit, yo?

- The fuck you got against bear claws, huh?

- Fucking disgusting.

Don't even got a fucking half-and-half

at this bullshit-ass donut shop.

The fuck is this?

You call me out here to watch

you eat a fucking bear claw?

I want you

to give that to Sandy.

You could still get out

from under this, right?

Right.

Tired, man.

"Tired, man."

Don't give up, Rick.

You know, man...

I was wrong about you.

You are a friend.

Don't let me down.

He's on the move.

Got his laptop with him.

Which way is he coming?

Right at you.

Fuck.

How can I help you?

- Iced tea, please.

- Sure. It'll be three dollars.

- Keep the change.

- Thanks.

On him.

Blue hoodie, jeans,

flip-flops,

on foot, westbound

towards target location.

I'm letting him go,

confirm when you have a visual.

For years,

I was frustrated

by what seemed to be

the insurmountable barriers

between the world as it is

and the world I wanted.

So, I began making a website where people

could buy and sell anything anonymously.

I built it because I think

the pursuit of freedom

is the most

noble human endeavor.

I knew the state might try

to impede it,

but if we never try

for fear of retribution,

we have already lost,

you know?

Silk Road is about

something much bigger

than thumbing your nose

at the man.

It's about taking back

our liberty.

And as corny as it sounds,

I just wanna look back at my life

and know that I did something

that helped people.

Nobody moves until my go.

He doesn't log in, we abort.

And I repeat,

if he closes the laptop,

data's encrypted

and we got shit.

Everybody calm the fuck down.

Just calm the fuck down.

We got this. Here we go.

Okay, let's get

the reception on one.

Uh, I wanna see surveillance

perimeter on three right there.

Uh, yeah, pump that over.

Okay, we're good.

Let's zoom in there.

Yeah, that's good. Yeah.

We got him, huh?

Shit's going down

right now. Shush.

Everybody, ready? Here we go.

Let's get him.

Hold, hold.

The mic on Ghost 2 isn't on.

The fuck are these guys doing?

What the fuck kind of Mickey

Mouse operation is this shit?

The fuck, Tarbell!

All right, go down visual.

Ghost 2, hold your position.

Hey, who the fuck

is calling him?

Hello?

Hey, kid, listen.

When you hit 50,

and life hasn't turned out

quite the way you thought

it would when you were 28,

I want you

to remember one thing.

I got to you first,

smart ass.

Do it, you son of a bitch.

Come on. Log in.

And...

Now.

Low-life cocksucker!

- Hey.

- Freeze, motherfucker.

Back away from the table now.

Put your hands up. Go.

- Stay right there.

- Turn around and face me.

- Do not move.

- Head down.

- I repeat, do not move.

- Head down.

Stay where you are.

Nobody move.

Stay right there, sir.

Do not move. Hands up. Head down.

Head down. Keep moving.

Head down. Turn around.

Turn around! On your knees.

On your knees, now!

Let me call you back.

Just fucking...

When they come, when they

come, and they will come,

some millennial asshole who thinks

he can do the job better than you...

I'm not talking about Shields, I'm not talking

about the DEA. I'm talking about America.

This whole country is overrun

by these little assholes.

And everything they know,

they learned off a screen.

Not staring down

the barrel of a gun.

Experience matters, Johnny.

And you, above all people,

should know that.

You got a whole building full of us old

war horses here. So when they come...

- Bowden! Bowden!

- ...it's your job to protect them.

Bowden! Bowden!

Don't let that cunt cuff me.

Rick, turn around.

Hands up.

Hands where I can see 'em.

You're under arrest.

Ross Ulbricht, you're under

arrest for narcotics trafficking,

money laundering and conspiracy.

It's over, son.

You okay?

Yeah.

- You look good.

- Yeah.

You, too.

- Yeah? You're just saying that?

- No. Mm-hmm.

Is she here?

- Yeah. Yeah, she's in there.

- Yeah?

- I, um, wanted to talk to you first.

- Okay.

Did you, uh...

Did you...

Yeah, we got it.

Listen, you are always

gonna be Edie's father.

Well?

- It's okay. It's okay.

- I don't know.

- Hey.

- Hey.

Hey.

Hey. Oh, peanut.

Hi, Dada.

So?

Oh, my gosh. Wow.

Look at that, huh?

Mom, you're seeing that?

Huh? Is it matching?

- No?

- I made it my own way.

Good girl, peanut.

Good girl.

So, new school, huh?

Excited?

Nervous? Little?

No, you're not nervous, are you?

No, you're my big tiger,

aren't you?

There you go. Huh?

They're probably gonna

tell you some things, peanut.

They're gonna tell you,

you're gonna hear some things, you know,

say things like,

you know, life is...

life is not always

black and white,

but, you know, things are

more complicated than that.

Okay?

But here's the truth.

Okay?

There's good and bad in this world.

And, uh, sometimes you gotta make a

choice, you gotta pick a side, okay?

I'll always be there

to tell you this...

that you are loved.

I love you, Dada.

Okay, sweetie.

Silk Road was supposed to

be about giving people the freedom

to make their own choices,

to pursue their own happiness.

But I learned that

when you give people freedom,

you don't know

what they'll do with it.

Your Honor, I know you must

take away my middle years,

but please leave me my old age.

Please leave a small light

at the end of the tunnel,

an excuse to stay healthy,

an excuse to dream of better days

ahead and a chance to redeem myself...

before I meet my maker.