Anarchy Parlor

Oh, my God!

Come look at his shirt!

He's always nice to you!

- I hate him!

- Ah, f*** you!

- Come on, man!

- Let's go. Let's do this!

- Cheers!

- Cheers!

Yo, this was a great idea

for a graduation trip!

- I told you, this place is the sh*t!

- You were right!

Hey, you never told me Kelly's

little sister was so slamming hot!

Oh, come on, bro, she was 16 when Kelly

and I started dating in college.

- Ah...

- Besides, she lives in London.

Wait. Wait, wait, wait. Isn't the legal

age of consent, like, 16 in the UK?

What are you doing to me?

- Oh!

- You f***ing a**hole!

- Yeah! F***ing party!

- Too slow, b*tches!

- Oh!

- This place f***ing rules!

- Oh, my God!

- Go!

- Ok.

- Oh!

Oh, that's your girlfriend.

I love this song.

Oh, my God! Look at f***ing Brock!

- He's such a douche bag.

- Oh!

- Oh!

- Shut up, be serious.

I wanna make a toast to the two girls

I love most in the world!

- I love you, guys.

- I love you, girls, too!

Oh, my God!

- Wait up. More shots?

- Duh! We're in Europe!

- Do you think Jesse is hot?

- Oh, you're kidding me.

- No, no.

- He's always been nice to me.

Uh, he's been friends

with Kevin since freshman year.

- Hey! Whoo!

- Hey.

Let's go!

Guy, I just got us an invite

to a sick mansion party.

DJ, drinks, free f***ing everything.

Who's in?

F*** yeah! Let's go!

Now who wants a goddamn shot?

- I'll take one.

- Cheers!

- Cheers!

- Whoo!

F***! I think I died

and went to heaven, bro!

Hey, guys. I need to find a bathroom.

I think I saw one

at the bottom of the stairs.

Ok, great. I'll be right back.

Ok.

Oh, sh*t! Oh, my God!

- You scared me.

- Sorry about that. Wow.

- A lot of really cool sh*t in here, huh?

- Yeah.

Yeah, but we should probably get back.

The girls sent me to come find you.

Look at how old these paintings are.

They must be worth a fortune.

Hey, check this out.

They all have the same last name.

You think they're part

of some kind of family lineage?

Probably. I don't know.

What I do know is that there

is an extremely large,

muscular security guard walking around that

might kick us out if he found us in here.

So we should probably

stick to the main party.

- Good idea.

- Come on.

- Drink up.

- All right.

Hey! I'm gonna go get a drink.

Bartender, two shots, please.

- American.

- Uh, yeah.

- I like your tats.

- And that's your friend.

Who? Him?

- Yeah, I guess.

- And his name?

Brock. Do you want me to introduce...

What the...

- Whoa.

- Do you like rough girls?

- Brock?

- Yes.

I like. F***, I like.

Gross! Look at all

her tattoos and piercings!

She's the perfect girl.

She can take charge of him.

I hope he chokes on her ring.

Come on, f***ers, let's dance!

Yay!

Sh*t! I've never done

anything like this before.

When in Vilnius, right? F*** it.

This will do.

Ready to get down right here?

Now, take off that shirt and f*** me hard.

Oh, f***.

Yo, Amy! Meet Uta. Uta, meet Amy.

Uta, that's a cool name.

Yeah, we kind of met earlier.

Yeah. Uta means "prosperous

in battle" or some sh*t.

We're gonna go back

to her tattoo parlor and check it out.

- You're a tattoo artist?

- I'm an apprentice.

But you should get a tattoo

from The Artist.

- He's world famous.

- Really? That...

Amy, um, I don't think that's such

a good idea. We were just leaving.

Yeah. You coming to get a tattoo?

Ok. Great. Well, let me tell the others.

- Wait here.

- Cock blocker.

Don't worry. This changes nothing.

Hey, guys. Guys!

That girl's a tattoo artist.

I'm gonna go back to her shop and get

a tattoo. Do you guys wanna come?

We're ok. We're gonna stay here.

And then we're gonna head back to the hotel.

Yeah, seriously. Come party with us.

You can get a tattoo tomorrow.

- I'll come with you.

- Amy, she's a f***ing freak.

That shop is just a lame tourist trap.

They're a dime a dozen out here.

Amy, Jesse's right. Stay here.

You don't know that f***ing girl.

Give me those tits.

Come back here! Come on!

Come on!

Get in.

- What is that?

- It's human skin.

Don't f***ing touch that!

You stay here.

Ok.

Oh, my God! Look at this dog!

He's beautiful.

Hi, boy!

Hi, boy.

I see you're getting

acquainted with Beast.

I'd be careful if I were you.

No, he's a good boy. Aren't you?

Yes, he is.

Your shop is truly amazing.

Yeah, bro, it's totally badass, man.

I love that tat.

I was thinking of getting the same thing,

but check it out.

Tyler James original, bro.

Got that sh*t in Hollywood

before he passed away.

Rest in peace, bro.

Tyler's work is very distinctive.

I know it well.

Now, which one of you

wants to get tattooed?

- Bam.

- I do.

Ok. Uta, my love, why don't you

show our... guest around

- and make him feel at home.

- Yeah.

One moment.

Have a seat.

- Nice jacket.

- Thank you.

F***! Take it easy.

Ow! F***! That f***ing hurts!

You are one crazy b*tch.

F*** it.

So what kind of tattoo you looking to get?

Well, this might sound stupid,

but I wanna get something

culturally relevant.

You know? I was hoping that you

could kind of guide me as well.

Something to remind myself

of this time in my life.

That's not stupid at all.

Finally, someone comes in

from another country

and actually asks

about culture and history.

Really, do you know

how refreshing that is to hear?

I can imagine.

So, uh, do you get a lot

of dumb tourists in here?

You would not believe how many butterfly

tattoos and praying hands I've done.

Don't get me wrong,

not that those are bad tattoos.

It's just there was a time

when to be tattooed,

extensively, meant you lived outside

the structures of conventional society.

Now it's become conventional practice.

Tattoo is commonplace.

I don't know, maybe that's a good thing.

It's good for business.

You know, art for me is like newborn baby.

It's innocent, you know,

and not contest for judgment

or for "wow, a trophy, man."

Great tattoo artist. I don't care.

It's art.

- Yeah.

- You understand?

You're different.

- Yeah?

- It's not a question.

I can see it. You're a rare breed.

Hey.

Where'd you go?

F***!

Whoa. What is this place?

The Artist is a collector.

This is the garrote.

It was used to execute Spanish prisoners.

Would you like to see how it's used?

No. I'm good.

But I wanna use you. Come here.

I wanna f***.

Oh!

Wow. These designs are beautiful.

Yes, they are.

- Hey, you want a drink?

- Sure. Yeah.

Uh-uh!

Oh, f*** yeah.

- Thank you.

- You're welcome.

Mm. Hey. So...

Your apprentice told us that

that was human skin.

It's not really human, is it?

Yes, it really is.

- You see, in the Yakuza culture...

- The Yakuza?

- I'm sorry...

- No, it's ok.

The Yakuza are members of a trans-national

organized crime syndicate in Japan.

In their culture, the tattoo artist

owns the art and canvas, or skin,

once the person passes on.

- So were you the artist?

- I wish. No, I...

I obtained this piece

from a very dear friend of mine.

Wow. That's crazy.

Well, you know, crazy to you, perhaps,

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