Torrente 4
The final guests are arriving for
what promises to be
"The Wedding of the Year"
The bride, Melanie Rocamora,
daughter and heiress
to Roman Rocamora,
a virtual dynasty
My family's musical too
sister plays the violin
and Dad sticks it in.
"Sticks it in",
Solis
Yes, sir.
Why does he
look like that?
Uh sir,
Torrente said he'd
wear his Sunday best.
Well, I've seen sh*t dress up
better than your friend there.
Not big on classical?
Classical is "The Candy
Man", this sucks.
- Back to France!
- I'm Bulgarian.
What, you want pity?
Hey what's this?
A spread of mousse, nuts
and cream of foi
with crispy licorice, sir.
How stuck-up is that?
What no Tootsie rolls,
pork rinds, chips?
This wedding blows.
Where did you dig up
this slimeball?
Don't let him fool you,
Oswaldo, Mr.Torrente
-is highly recommended.
- Yeah, by you.
Whaddaya got?
McCallan or Cardhu.
Here we go store brands
Serve me a bit of both.
Jerk.
An officer with prestige,
years of service on the force,
and, most vital
lots of poise.
What a work of art
I don't know who I like more:
grandma or granddaughter.
You're amazing, madam
for your age, that is.
Were it not for the huge
respect I have for you
and because I'm personally in
charge of wedding security,
I'd do you a favor
right here and now.
You are a crude man.
Enough or I call security
What are you saying?
I am security, ha ha.
Who could you be safer
with than yours truly, ma'am?
Your granddaughter has your
lashes, your nose...
...and your my God, what nipples!
They resemble a pair of missles.
Come here! Tell him
to go the f*** home,
hide him wherever,
but if I see him here again,
you'll both be
out on the street.
- Understand?
- Understood, Oswaldo.
Right away.
Hey! This isn't
a whorehouse.
Sorry, I have work.
- Not so fast.
- Let me be.
Let's see ooh,
laughing powder
- I'm security.
- What?
I have no choice but to report
this regrettable incident.
Oh, please, don't
tell my father!
Sorry, but it's my job.
Please!
Well, perhaps I could...
...look the other way.
Fabulous wedding for your
daughter, Rocamora.
A kid only yesterday.
Don't let it dry up.
Give it some spit, let it slide,
let that baby slide, yeah.
Regarding those matters, I hope we
don't end up angry with each other.
No I won't get angry,
I'll just cover my back
Hey, you bit the head
with one of your teeth
Swallow, use some technique,
try the Peter Pan move.
Deep, ring that bell.
Like Greek yogurt, eh?
It's Spanish goat cheese.
Cream rises!
Uh, Torrente!
C'mon in, there's
plenty more!
Where you going
I was half done!
Man, why didnt you get some?
Jos Luis, you're gonna
get me in deep sh*t,
they'll fire me, and
with the crisis and all
I can't allow it, Jos Luis.
Look, kid, you're offending me.
I only took a second to
be human with the girl,
doesnt mean I
wasn't doing my job,
or wasn't on full alert.
What were you guys doing when
I walked in? It was the
Peter Pan move ...?
Nothing gets by you.
Shh I think the
curtain just moved.
Look, Torrente, look
what we have here!
This'll make 'em happy.
A "par-apache". Hand
over the roll, now!
What roll? This
camera's digital.
What digital? You
think I'm stupid?
The roll or you're mush.
OK, alright, here it is.
You shitting me?
Not the battery.
Jerk your mom off.
No, no, Jos Luis, the
pictures are inside.
- I had a vision.
- What did you see?
- it's only for you
- Yesss!
Nothing and no one will
ruin this wedding.
Paparazzi, paparazzi
paparazzi!
Jos Luis!
Prick! Watch him, he's
slippery. Outta here!
Get him, Jos Luis!
Back here, you twit!
Torrente, you're
screwing things up!
Get outta here!
You're creating a scene.
Come back, for Chrissake!
Come here! It's security!
Security!
Security!
It's a paparazzi!
- There, good, good!
- Jos Luis!
Don Jos Luis!
Daddyyyyy!
TORRENTE IV:
Lethal CrisisSince you passed on, things
arent the same, Fary.
Spain has gone to the dogs.
The whole world
is on the fritz.
Queers can get married now,
the Socialists have flushed
Spain down the tubes,
and in the White House,
there's a jungle bunny,
but not a cleaning man,
no he's the president!
It's like a joke.
What's next, a broad?
Yeah, I know we won the
World Cup last year,
but that doesnt count.
Most of the players
were barely Spanish.
What do you think?
Never mind.
Your spirit and music
will always be with us.
Damn!
Looks like I gotta
take a dump, Fary.
Some timing, huh?
Sorry, Fary.
At your service
or should I say mine.
You see:
the dead get flowersand the flowers get fertilizer.
Shame on you! Have
you nothing to say?
Have a Kleenex handy?
OK, ifs the flowers then.
Hey, cutie!
When's the next meal?
Two o'clock.
Torrente long time no see!
Hey, Cuadraclo, what are
Trying to get by,
as you can see,
like everybody else.
I'm in such a slump,
if you only knew.
No need to say anything,
it's pretty obvious.
Here, I'll get you in.
Give me a break,
that's all I need.
Think I need charity
or welfare?
Sorry didnt mean anything.
Some of us still have class
not hard-up like this rabble.
Hardly any meat left,
used to be better.
after the civil war.
Damn, kid, beat it! What
are you doing here anyway?
Get the tuck outta here!
I was here first.
No manners, no nothing.
Roasted pork, with the
skin still on it too.
People leave the best,
then they cry poverty.
Kids, didn't I tell
you to scram!
What uh, would
you like some?
I was wrapping up here,
I'll pass on dessert.
Serve yourself, boys enjoy!
Hey, Blondie!
Jules, you're better every day.
Hey, girls!
I'm working.
- Who, me?
- Come here a sec.
Hey, what's your name?
My name is Rin-Rin,
well, my real name is Julito,
but my dad sold alarm clocks,
so the kids re-named me.
That's a good one.
of euros for the booths?
- I left my wallet home.
- Uh, no!
Know who I am?
Not really.
Of course not.
I'm Torrente.
Jos Luis Torrente.
Here, keep it.
Have you heard about
Operation Woxter Asia?
- No.
I directed it entirely,
the whole shebang.
hood! I even got a medal.
I was Number 1 on
the force for ages.
Then I quit, now I do only
top-of-the-line P.I. work.
Two euros, I just
wanna beat off.
I'll pay you back tomorrow.
It's not like I
need it. I'm loaded.
- Really?
- Yeah, dude!
Cool!
Getting filthy
rich is my dream.
I'd spend it on babes,
what I'd really like.
Sorry to interrupt, bud, but
the one I like just came out.
Jos Luis Torrente.
Secret Agent.
- Hey, mister!
- What the...?
- Am I bothering you?
- Isn't it obvious.
Madam, am I disturbing?
Leave my wife out!
Who's talking to you?
Lady, did I offend you?
Have I been obnoxious?
You're stunning, madam,
you're an exotic beauty.
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