The King of Staten Island2020

[At the beach with Oscar and Richie drinking and Scott finishes up tattooing Igor]

Igor:
That looks really good.

Scott:
I wish you’d let me do something cooler but yeah. We see the tattoo, a smiley face captioned “Unfollow Me.”

Igor:
F*** no. That hurt so bad.

Oscar:
Another dumb tattoo.

Scott:
I like the pain. The pain’s the whole point of getting tattoos. Don’t you just love when you get a tattoo and it hits the bone and pinches a nerve and you’re like “Ah!”

Igor:
I’m not a fan of the pain.

Richie:
You shouldn’t let him do it to you. He’s inconsistent.

Oscar:
That tattoo’s dumb.

Igor:
Y’all should’ve told me when you saw the design.

Oscar:
It says “Unfollow Me.” You don’t even have that many followers.

Igor:
Carla follows me.

Richie:
Bro, she’s imaginary!

'Scott:
Carla not real, dude.

Richie:
How many times do we have to say this? Oscar punches a bug.

Oscar:
I hate bugs, dog. I’m a gangster!

Scott:
That’s a bee, bro!

[Oscar spots Raymond's son; Harold, a nine-year-old boy nearby]

Oscar:
There’s a kid down there. Yo, kid!

Scott:
Oh sh*t, there is a kid.

Oscar:
What’re you doing? You hanging out on the beach? Come here. Don’t be shy. No stranger danger here. I’m not gonna touch you.

[Harold walks over]

Scott:
What’s up, pal?

Oscar:
What’re you doing?

Harold:
Looking for my friend.

Scott:
[Mocks] "Looking for my friend."

Oscar:
You wanna be friends with us? We’re the good guys.

Scott:
You can hang out with us.

Oscar:
[Extends fist] Lemme get some of that. Put it here. You gang. Part of the gang. [Oscar and Harold bump fists and Harold spots Scott’s tattoo gun]

Harold:
What’s that?

Scott:
It’s a tattoo gun. I was giving the homies tattoos.

Harold:
I want a tattoo.

Scott:
Sure young guy. You want a tattoo?

Harold:
Yeah.

Oscar:
Kid wants a tattoo. That’s my guy right there.

Igor:
You can’t give him a tattoo. He’s a little kid.

Scott:
I gotta practice on something. He seems old enough.

Oscar:
You a tough guy?

Harold:
Yeah.

Oscar:
You’re a badass. [Flexing arms] Come on, show those muscles kid. Come on, both arms. Put ‘em up. [Harold flexes arms]

Oscar:
There we go. What’s your name?

Harold:
Harold.

Oscar:
I’m gonna call you Harry.

Harold:
Don’t. It’s Harold.

Richie:
Hell yeah.

Oscar:
I like this kid. I need him in my life. He has structure.

Igor:
I don’t think that’s a good idea.

Scott:
We don’t listen to anything you say.

Oscar:
Why do you even try to give us advice?

Scott:
What do you want a tattoo of?

Harold:
The Punisher.

Scott:
The Punisher?

Oscar:
That’s tough, man. He could’ve said anything. He said The Punisher. [Scott shows his phone to Harold]

Scott:
I can do that. Is that it?

Harold:
Yeah that’s him.

Scott:
Are you sure?

Harold:
Yes.

Scott:
Do I have your legal permission to do this?

Harold:
Yes.

Scott:
That’s good enough for me. How about you guys?

Oscar:
Holds up in court.

Scott:
You guys heard it.

Igor:
He can’t give consent! He’s ten.

Scott:
Now hold still, okay? Because it is permanent.

Igor:
Guys, stop.

Oscar:
Put your game face on.

Scott:
Don’t worry, dude. This’ll just be on you for the rest of your life.

[Scott leans in and inks a brief line and Harold screams]

Harold:
I DON’T WANNA DO IT! I DON’T WANNA!

Scott:
I gotta finish it. Now there’s just a line. You’re gonna look stupid. [Harold runs away]

Richie:
Run little man, run!

Oscar:
Goddamn it. I f***ing believed in that kid.

Scott:
He seemed so tough at first but then immediately wasn’t.

Oscar:
That’s why I don’t f*** with millennials.

Scott:
Again, we are the millennials.

Oscar:
You keep saying that but I don’t know what that means.

Igor:
I regret my friendship with you guys.