Anarchy Parlor (Parlor) (Anarchy Parlor)

Oh, my God!

Come look at his shirt! He's always nice to you!

- I hate him! - Ah, fuck 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 shit! - 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 fucking asshole!

- Yeah! Fucking party! - Too slow, bitches!

- Oh! - This place fucking rules!

- Oh, my God! - Go!

- Ok. - Oh!

Oh, that's your girlfriend.

I love this song.

Oh, my God! Look at fucking 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 fucking everything. Who's in?

Fuck yeah! Let's go! Now who wants a goddamn shot?

- I'll take one. - Cheers!

- Cheers! - Whoo!

Fuck! 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, shit! Oh, my God!

- You scared me. - Sorry about that. Wow.

- A lot of really cool shit 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. Fuck, 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, fuckers, let's dance!

Yay!

Shit! I've never done anything like this before.

When in Vilnius, right? Fuck it.

This will do.

Ready to get down right here?

Now, take off that shirt and fuck me hard.

Oh, fuck.

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 shit.

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 fucking 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 fucking girl.

Give me those tits.

Come back here! Come on!

Come on!

Get in.

- What is that? - It's human skin.

Don't fucking 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 shit 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.

Fuck! Take it easy.

Ow! Fuck! That fucking hurts!

You are one crazy bitch.

Fuck 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?

Fuck!

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 fuck.

Oh!

Wow. These designs are beautiful.

Yes, they are.

- Hey, you want a drink? - Sure. Yeah.

Uh-uh!

Oh, fuck 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, but, you know, it is their tradition.

And it's... it's a great honor

to be tattooed.

Hey, buddy. Steph and I are gonna go back to the hotel.

- Uh, have you seen Amy? - She left with Brock.

I saw them leave... fall down the stairs earlier.

She's probably back at the hotel partying.

Ok. We'll catch up with you later, buddy.

I like this one. What does it mean?

Great choice. Its literal translation...

"Love forever."

Fuck! Hey. Slow down. I don't wanna bust yet.

- Harder. Harder! - Oh, fuck!

I'm gonna come. Almost.