Hello.

My name is Raymond Bishop.

This is my son Harold.

Say hello, Harold.

I'm sorry.

What's going on?

It seems your son was down in the woods giving out free tattoos.

And my son was one of his victims.

I don't understand.

How do you know it was my son?

How'd you get this address?

I have my ways.

Believe me, I have my wife.

Are you a cop?

I'm a fireman.

Okay.

I work for a living.

Look at this.

Do you believe this?

You see that?

There?

See that line?

I don't know if you burn these off or what, but we're taking care of this and you're paying for it.

You understand me?

I don't know what?

Oh, I am.

I'm so sorry, E.

There's an aesthetic laser at the hospital where I work and it could completely remove it.

I get a discount.

I'm gonna pay for the whole thing.

I don't know what I'm saying.

I feel terrible.

You should feel terrible.

Look at that.

What's that?

Oh, fuck.

There he is.

You get your ass out here.

He said he was 18.

He looks like he's for you.

Fucking moron.

Sorry, he consented.

He's lying.

Harold, come on.

Course he's lying.

You can't have consent.

He's nine years old.

Dad, Let's go.

You're embarrassing me.

We're not going anywhere, okay?

He's just a little kid.

What the fuck is wrong with you?

He was roaming around in the woods.

He wanted a tattoo.

Where were you?

I was at fucking work.

Fuck you out here.

If I was you, I shut your fucking mouth because I could call the cops right now.

Have you asked, thrown in jail?

But what for?

Sticking needles in the kid's arm.

Your fucking dope.

Did you even raise him?

Did you?

Even raising?

You know there's no reason to call the cops.

I can handle this.

And I can also handle disciplining him.

Well, clearly you can't.

Or you wouldn't have a middle aged sons still living at home tattooing minors against their will.

I asked him to do it.

It's not his fault.

That's right.

Go wait in the car.

Hell, go on.

Don't raise your voice at me either Later.

Harold, Don't say goodbye to my kid.

Look both ways, look both ways.

Go, Thio.

What's your mouth for your information?

I'm not a middle aged man.

I'm a 24 year old man and I'm going to my room because I fucking want Thio.

What kind of fucking in a way you raising in this house, huh?

I'm bringing you the bill.

I don't care what it costs.

Alright, What the fuck is going on around here?

All right, just give me a day to arrange the laser.

You know something is his father.

Where's his dad?

I don't wanna fucking yell at you.

He's deceased.

Oh, I'm sorry for your loss.

Sure.

If he was still around.

You agree with the fact that you know you should still pay for it.