Torrente 3: El protector Page #2

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But Viana is up in Galicia, sir.

I know that. I was just checking

you were on the alert.

Well, Jose Luis, from now on

feel right at home here.

Thank you, Salas.

Listen, kid.

I don't know

whose nephew you are,

but if you touch

my f***ing face again

I'll blow your head off!

Now, piss off.

Churreti.

Vizcarra.

Calvo Tellez.

A great guy.

- Manolito.

- How're you doing?

Barragan is a great informer.

Ordonez, I see you're still

carrying the grenade.

It goes everywhere with me.

Camullas.

An expert in martial arts.

He's incredible.

Calatrava, for God's sake.

Why are you so fat?

You look like a barrel.

Have a bit of respect

for yourself. You're very fat.

Ramirez... I did my military

service with him.

He used to wet the bed.

Arellano.

I thought you were dead.

Well...

Robledillo.

He was one of the brains

behind the glorious 23-F.

- What's the 23-F?

- What is it?

Mother's Day,

you motherf***er.

Who's this?

I'm Linares.

My cousin Torrelavega

couldn't come.

I see.

How are you, Contreras?

Still a night watchman?

That's it, Torrente.

Since I killed those people,

the police don't want to know me.

The world is full of ingratitude.

But I know you still have

that killer instinct.

And you're going to prove it.

Kill that kid.

Go on! Go on!

Kill him!

Go on, kill him!

Hold it!

Hold it, kid! You'll kill him.

Hold it, hold it!

You'll kill him!

Stop, stop!

Let him live.

That's the kind of man I like,

one like this!

Ready for action,

with no complexes!

No whining about "I look stupid"

or "I'm a dwarf'

or "I'm from a sh*t village".

No!

"I'm a policeman,

I'm Spanish

and I'm a f***ing

killing machine!"

- Understood?

- Yes, sir!

Yes, sir.

F***ing hell.

Sh*t.

Solis, fix that thing.

Yes, sir.

All right.

The chick you're going to see now

is the floozy that

we've been ordered to protect.

Hot stuff, eh?

Ordonez!

No jerking off.

I can see you.

I've also personally drawn

a fairly precise sketch

so you can see

our various journeys.

The most dangerous part

is moving her from the hotel

to the gala dinner.

We'll be very vulnerable...

Linares.

Linares.

Are you f***ing listening?

For crissake! F***!

Look, Linares.

The security measures

at our prince's wedding,

when he married that newsreader,

who planned them?

And when His Holiness comes

to Spain, who do they call in?

You're with the No. 1.

Maybe you'll learn something.

You were lucky enough

to be chosen for Operation...

Woxter!

We've spent months on it.

So, f***ing listen!

I can't believe it, Torrente.

It's like a dream.

I'm telling you.

Until now, I've never really

cared about girls,

but I'm in love, Torrente.

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