All language subtitles for 34406092D3D960552B8A04D7EA849DBF_eng (SILK ROAD)

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. Ha.

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.

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.

You 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? No.
- 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 a 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 it 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

is go to www.torproject.org.

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,

dare 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 ahd 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 find, 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 twentysomethings 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. 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 manners than that, dude.

Sorry, I didn't hear you.

What do you need, yo?

You might not know it, but...

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. Imma inform you that
you don't buy dope on YouTube.

I'm gonna inform you that
I'm gonna fucking shoot

- your fucking sneakers.
- No, no! 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 cryptocurrency, 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 fuckheads.

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.

- 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?
- Huh?

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 these 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 your phone?

- Don't you want to check your phone?
- Don't sabotage.

- I know you do.
- Don't sabotage.

Wait, no, 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.

One thousand one
hundred and fifty-four.

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 there's a
drug superstore 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 hame 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's 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 somewhere'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.

I guess we gotta
write it up 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. 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?

- I can help.
- You what? Huh?

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, I 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.

Filling 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 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, 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!

- The money.
- The money.

I know all about how
the money works.

- S07?
- 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.

On.

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.

Hat'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?
- That's what I fucking said, dude.

- No!
- Here, come on. Get the fuck up.

Damn, Curtis,

your boss just caught a bullet
train to the fucking pen, dude.

I ook 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 and secrecy

that covers everything that
goes on behind the scenes here.

And 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.

- The order for its 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 3 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 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.

We're on major jet lag.

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 leave me stranded.

Cold, bitch. Cold.

- Please.
- Fuck, dude.

Fucker, hit him back, dude.

- 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 $3.

- 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 hoble
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, good on 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.

I ow-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 gofta make a choice,

you gotta pick a side, okay?

I won't always be
there to tell you this...

But 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.