[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: Fuck 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 shit, 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 fucking believed in that kid. Scott: He seemed so tough at first but then immediately wasn’t. Oscar: That’s why I don’t fuck 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.

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