Torrente 3: El protector Page #3

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I have to be on your team.

Recently, Josito, you're not

responding like you used to,

so I'm not sure.

Maybe it's because you're in love.

That's the thing,

I'm going through a bad patch.

The landlord threw us out...

Listen, kid, you know

if you've got any problem,

don't come to me.

I was going to tell you before

but Vanesa and I moved

into your place this morning.

Into my place?

Are you stupid?

Are you shooting up?

Just for a few days,

until something that I'm after

comes up.

Torrente, don't be angry.

It'll be a few days at most.

And we're going to pay you.

Vane's father is a judge.

I don't care

if he's a fruit seller.

I've got a present for you

that you'll love.

A re-usable DVD

so you can record

all the League games.

I asked you for that

for Christmas.

I don't know

why I put up with you.

Because you're f***ing great!

Yeah, that's true.

Get off,

you'll dirty my suit!

The best, Montellini.

Heartless mercenaries,

callous, unscrupulous killers

without a drop of remorse,

are a dime a dozen,

but the people I've got

are a different matter.

The people I've got

are extremely scary.

Telescopic.

An abnormal visual keenness,

an extraordinary shot,

rapidity,

skill, strategy.

In short,

a highly gifted sniper.

He learned that in the circus.

He used to do it with lemons

but it was much less spectacular.

Colossus.

An exquisite brutality,

an amazing agility

and a super-human strength.

And he's handsome too.

Not that I know

about such things,

but they often want him

for the cinema.

Now.

They're authentic Korean ninjas.

Now.

- Are you here for the casting?

- No, I'm just visiting.

- What do we have to do?

- Beat up the blonde guy.

Him?

Well, sometimes

he gets a bit carried away.

We spend a fortune on ninjas.

Now.

Come along!

Let's go.

Amateurs!

Look, Montellini,

if you take him

and Telescopic

I'll throw in the Masked Man.

Done.

Father, I know

you became a policeman

to defend people

and enforce justice.

Slow down, kid.

If you think buttering me up...

I wanted to be like you.

If you could get me

into the police force...

Hold your horses, kid.

It's one thing promising

my grandmother I'd get you a job,

if you are my son,

like your whore of a mother says.

It's a very different matter

being seen around with you

or getting you into the police

force where I am justly famous.

Understand?

Why doesn't he come with me

to unload DVDs?

What are you talking about?

He hasn't got what it takes

to be a policeman, obviously,

but he doesn't have to be

a criminal like you.

Check out the Bolivians

and get the two months' money

they owe us.

OK, Torrente.

Don't worry, kid,

I'll get you a decent job.

- Ajob?

- Yes, a job.

Dad!

How can you not need

more workers?

Look, we work like animals here,

know what I mean?

- This isn't what I had in mind.

- Shut up, moron.

How could he not be a hard

worker? He's my son.

That's what I mean.

It's very dangerous.

Much little safety. No helmets.

No nets protecting.

Calm down, Mohamed.

I find you this job,

I've been busting my ass

for months

trying to sort out your papers,

all for a lousy commission,

only 50% of your wages,

and you make demands!

These people are the limit,

all they do is complain.

Torrente, inhuman conditions!

"Inhuman conditions!"

They love complaining. They're

better dressed than we are.

Don't show those nails!

Have you seen them?

You want to be a minister

as soon as you get here?

I personally supervised

the security on this site

down to the very last detail,

is that clear?

Holy sh*t!

You can't tell me now

you don't need workers.

It's true,

the kid's in luck.

Ask them for a helmet.

No, none of that.

No favoritism.

Without a helmet, like everyone

else. It'll toughen him up.

Don't show me up, kid!

Hey, what's up, kid?

- What's up?

- Nothing. What should be up?

You look a bit nervous.

Who, me?

No way, Torrente.

Everything's great.

What's this?

My Atleti ashtray!

I was taking it...

to clean it.

To clean it!

Sh*t, I don't believe this.

I let you come into my home,

and you abuse my trust,

you cheat me.

I looked on you like

a nephew,

a brother-in-law,

like something I loved.

It's my own fault

for opening the door of my house

and of my heart!

- What's up, love?

- It's...

What's that?

My grandma's milk saucepan!

What's going on?

Do you want to take

my most loved possessions?

- Is that it?

- But, Torrente...

You're a thief, kid!

And I never want

to see you again in my life!

Get out!

Get out of here!

Get out!

Hell, I stained my pants.

That's how it was,

I told him to f*** off.

It wasn't for the ashtray,

Parrondo.

You know me.

It was for my code.

I've got a very strict

ethic and moral code,

a code which has always

governed my life.

It's caused me problems.

But, Parrondo,

I'm a man of principles.

Right to the end.

You peel it,

you've got nails.

TRAINING CENTER:

I'm really impressed.

It's a pity about 2012.

You're real athletes.

A good thing, too.

Being a bodyguard is no joke

and you're about to stop laughing.

Come on, move!

Move it, I said! Come on!

No, not this, please!

Come on, move!

Get out of here!

Break it up! Get moving!

Start running!

He's been kicking my ass all day.

This is the moment I like,

the grades.

Robledo and Churreti.

Very weak, both of you.

Give me the check, at least.

I worked these days.

What check? Be grateful

I don't kick you out.

This isn't Operation Galaxy.

Arellano.

You should think

about retiring,

you're very old.

Vizcarra. Unsatisfactory.

Back to the warehouse.

Ramirez, you need to improve.

Really f***ing improve.

Barragan.

Fail.

A resounding failure.

You're out, kiddo.

So we've got Camullas, Contreras

and Calvo Tellez.

Acceptable progress.

Linares.

I don't have a note from your

parents for the day you missed.

Acceptable progress.

And our star pupil is Ordonez.

An outstanding performance.

Can I re-take the exam

in September?

Sure, whenever you want.

I'll be gone by then.

You can gather up

your books now.

F*** off, all of you.

Balls!

Getting up early is sh*t.

Motherfucking...

No! No! It's impossible!

Someone pinch me

to see if this is true.

I'm f***ed! /I'm f***ed!

What the hell is happening to me?

No, not Bara!

Over my dead body!

This is a nightmare!

A nightmare!

Who the hell is that?

Hello, Jose Luis.

I live next door.

Why don't you mingle more

with the neighbors?

You should throw out

your garbage too.

Could I borrow some salt?

And milk!

And a hammer?

And a screwdriver?

Long live Bara!

Long live Bara!

Long live Bara!

Have you got a car?

AIRPOR Isn't that one of those planes for

celebrities and soccer players?

It's a private charter.

The socialists love wasting money.

"Welcome to..."

Stand to attention!

For f***'s sake!

That's her.

Watch this.

Not now, please.

What's up?

I'm in charge of protecting

this lady in Spain.

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