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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.