Torrente 3: El protector

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INTELLIGENCE SERVICES

HEADQUARTERS:

NEWS:

The popular Euro deputy,

Giannina Ricci,

will be back in Spain next week.

After her tour of Europe

closing factories that

posed an environmental threat,

she will continue

with her investigations

at the International

Ecological Forum

now being held in Madrid,

presenting a detailed report

on illegal activities carried out

by various companies,

including the multinational

Petronosa.

Her radical defense

of environmental laws

has won her many enemies

and there have already been

two attempts on her life,

fortunately without

any consequences.

The Ministry of the Interior has

said it will redouble its efforts

to ensure Miss Ricci's safety

in our country.

So now that woman is coming

to f*** us up here in Spain.

Imagine if she closes Petronosa

with her report.

We're talking about a loss

of millions and millions of euros.

Gentlemen, that woman

may be a nuisance

but it's our duty to protect her.

Well,

you needn't go overboard

with the protection.

The people I represent

would be delighted if...

You understand?

Don't insist, Montellini.

We're obliged to give this case

to our best man.

The number one, at least.

Yes, yes, I understand.

Mr. Salas...

Juan Francisco, not now.

No, it just that,

as you sent for me...

But you're looking at things,

aren't you?

Get out.

Yes, Mr. Salas.

Excuse me.

You are geniuses.

Yes.

But no.

It's not him.

We've got someone better.

Much better.

Hey, sweets! Sweetie!

Bring me a couple of fried eggs.

My guts are rattling.

Some blood pudding, salami,

something I can get my teeth into.

I'm sorry, sir, we won't

be serving any more meals.

Those little box things you

served, you call those "meals"?

F***ing great.

I should have come on the bus,

like always.

Sorry, kid, but if you'd seen

the lousy meal they gave us.

Mind you, the old coot beside me

was licking her plate.

What do you mean, you can't talk

on a cell phone on the plane?

I'm talking, aren't I?

Ma'am, mind your own business!

This is outrageous!

This old coot is a pain.

Ma'am, please!

Get your ass off me!

The Peruvian didn't pay up?

I'm telling you.

Hang on, Josito.

The b*tch who was beside me

went and told the air hostess.

Sir, you can't use your phone

during the flight.

It could affect our electronics,

you're endangering everyone.

- What do you mean?

- The phone.

- What phone?

- Your phone!

What phone do you mean?

Arabs!

Arabs!

They don't know who I am.

Don't worry, love!

I'm a policeman!

Let's calm down, kid.

What are you saying?

Don't take another step

or I'll kill him!

Hassan, come on,

don't talk rubbish.

How are you going

to kill that man

with a plastic fork?

You can't do it.

Sh*t! Yes, you can!

You bastard!

Calm down, I'm a secret agent,

I've got a gun somewhere!

Calm down, everyone!

I've got it!

I'm here to protect you!

Ma'am!

Stop screaming. How do you

expect me to hit anything?

This is a high-precision weapon.

THE PROTECTOR:

So he spends all day

doing weights, does he?

You wouldn't know him.

He's turned into a he-man.

- It's unbelievable.

- I don't believe it, Josito.

No, wait till you see him.

He's like a different person.

Cool.

He's a great guy.

Yeah, I know he's a great guy

but do you think he'll want

to lend me his gun?

Not his own gun,

but he'll get one for you.

- Come on.

- Yeah.

Torrente!

F***!

What's up, guys?

I'm just doing

a bit of sport here.

You're skin and bone!

Who'd have thought it, Torrente?

- You're pure fiber.

- Muscle, kid.

Look at these pectorals.

It's true, you're really

in fighting shape.

Impressed, aren't you?

Come on, sit down.

I'm not back in full form yet

but I've always been an athlete.

The police force has got faith

in me again.

I've got a special mission.

I have to protect

some high-class dame.

And I have to select and train

an elite corps to serve under me.

So you thought of us, didn't you?

We'll see.

I mean, not just anyone

can do this.

Even I had to transform my body

into a fighting machine.

That's an isotonic drink.

I'm like new, kid.

Now I'll do 1,000 press-ups.

A Spaniard! From Spain!

TRAINING CENTER:

FORENSIC POLICE:

I've been dying to meet you,

Jose Luis.

You're a real institution

within the force.

That's true, but not everyone

recognizes it.

Can you believe they had me

on patrol for years like a sap?

But you're obviously

leadership material.

- And you know what you're doing.

- You noticed that.

- We got the people you wanted.

- Terrific.

It was hard, some of them

weren't in the force anymore.

- Why's that?

- They were in jail.

Probably due to judicial errors.

I'm sure of it.

Salas, I'll tell you something.

If I'm going to risk my neck,

I want the best men around me,

and the kids coming out

of the academy now...

Between ourselves,

they haven't got what it takes.

I completely agree with you,

Jose Luis.

- Even so, as a personal favor...

- Whatever you want.

I'd like you to take Solis

as your assistant.

- Solis?

- The nephew of a friend.

He hasn't been in the force long

but he hasn't gone unnoticed.

Juan Francisco!

Sir?

This is Jose Luis Torrente.

From now on, as I told you,

you're under his orders.

Yes, sir!

Very good.

You show promise, kid.

Where are you from?

Viana do Boulo, sir.

Excellent! Good old La Mancha.

Good salami, blood sausage...

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