Transcript (en)

Yeah, hello. My name is Raymond Bishop. This is my son Harold. Say hello Harold. I'm sorry. What's going on? Well, it seems your son was down in the woods giving out free tattoos and my son was one of his victims. What? Well, I don't understand. How do you know it was my son? How'd you get this address? I have my waist. Believe me, I have my waist. Are you a cop? No, 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 to say. Scott! Oh, I'm so sorry. There's an aesthetic laser at the hospital where I work, and it can completely remove it. I get a discount. I'm going to 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. Get your ass out here. Hey, he said he was 18. He looks like he's four, you fucking moron. Sorry. He consented. He's lying. Harold, come on. Of 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. Come out here. If I was you, I'd shut your fucking mouth because I can call the cops right now and have your ass thrown in jail. But what? For sticking needles in a kid's arm, you fucking dope. Did you even raise him? Did you even raise him? 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 son 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. Harold, 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 to the room. Watch your mouth.