Torrente 4 Page #2

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Maybe a tad sad, like

something's missing.

Perhaps your husband isn't?

Kid, your mom and dad dont

- If you don't leave

- Manolo, please!

- Don't butt in, Encarni!

- He's sort of right.

- Encarni!

- Encarni-schmarni,

I don't get enough!

My wife says that and

there's hell to pay.

Good for nothing, you

ain't worth a dime.

- Shut up!

- Manolo, it's my mom.

- Mini dick!

- I was known as "Anaconda"!

- Worm dick!

- Wanna see my worm dick?

Time for a peek at the

worm, it's show time!

- Peek?

- Manolito!

Let me go!

- You're crazy!

- I'm dandy.

- Always a scene.

- Bug off!

Hey, no scenes!

- What scene?

- Please leave.

-I wanna show her.

- Sir, please leave.

- Mom, let's go don't touch me

- Leave me, get your hands off me!

Run or you'll

wind up an orphan.

Marital bliss, dear God.

The witch, the wicked witch!

Where's the broom, your broom?

Salaam malecum, poromperooo.

Want some wine, eh?

If you want wine,

then give me your "meat",

"meat", lots of meat.

What the f***?

I swear on my f***ing

what kind of sh*t is this?

- Sorry, Mr. Torrente, sorry.

- Pacheco!

Pacheco!

Didn't I expressly say my room

was off limits to Jesus himself?

Problem is we're nearly 30,

in only 53 square meters.

So? Two meters per person!

It's not like you pay enough

to live in Buckingham Palace!

Speaking of money,

it's been a bad month.

We only have half.

We haven't earned...

Whoa, don't even go there!

Pay up or I'll kick

all your butts out!

F*** you all! Follow?

Torrente, give us a few days.

How about I give

you a swift kick?

What's up, Pacheco?

Hand it over! Now get

ready for this

- Lady, my money!

- No, my money!

And, by the way,

I've reported you.

The back rent I let slide,

but this subletting scam.

What subletting?

The flat is filthy as hell and

packed with illegals. I'm ted up.

What are you talking about?

My cousins from the islands

are visiting a few days.

Excuse me, one question: is

this where they rent rooms?

Oh, this is too much!

- These spics took the wrong stairs.

- Yeah

- We're looking for Mr. Torrente.

- There he is.

These people come with drugs

stuffed in their asses,

the bags explode, then

they all go nuts.

Go ahead, go in.

OK, that's enough.

Good morning, people!

How's everybody?

- Good morning, Torrente.

- Hey, what's up?

What's new, Tony? No "top-of-

the-morning" to a regular?

No more freebies, Torrente,

you owe me 36

"euros" in whisky.

Hold up, Tony. Are we or

are we not good buddies?

Give me some churros

and a Sol y Sombra.

Torrelavega will pay.

- I've paid dozens of times.

- I left my wallet somewhere.

Well, Damian will pay then.

What the f***? What

do you think?

I'm the Bank of Spain? No way.

Perhaps that gentleman in

the rear will pay.

He's been looking for you.

- Sit down.

- Thanks.

Okay, I understand,

you've been looking for me?

That's right, Ramirez

spoke highly of you.

- Ramirez spoke highly of me?

- You might say so.

I won't beat around the bush.

The job we want done can't

be executed by just anyone.

A subtle piece of

investigation, I take it.

Not exactly, it's a

delicate matter.

It wouldn't be

illegal, would it?

It's totally illegal. You

have to kill someone.

Sh*t!

Whoa, kill someone

Ramirez, perhaps

he's the wrong man.

Wait, wait, wait,

if I have to kill, I kill.

- It wouldn't be the first time.

- So you have experience?

I was on the force

for quite a few years.

Where public safety is concerned,

pulling the trigger is a fact of life.

This would be different. It would

involve killing in cold blood.

If the money's right,

I'll kill every 8 hours,

before every meal, like

taking antibiotics.

Perfect, say no more.

It must look like an accident.

There's a picture inside.

In the envelope, you'll find his

address, schedule and habits,

and a small advance for expenses.

Thanks, that's very kind of you.

Splendid.

Hey, could sambo over

here give me a lift?

I'm pretty far from

my neighborhood.

Hey, brownie, open up.

In Colombia and third world

countries from the third world,

they'll kill you for a watch,

and in some places for

a crust of bread.

Luckily, we're in Spain,

where a person's life

has higher value.

They said they'd pay 30.000

euros for this job.

Fifty million pesetas

in old currency!

I'm ready to split it with

whoever lends a hand.

Needless to say, all

that I've said here

will remain in the strictest

and absolutest confidence.

- Is that clear?

- Yes

Great. Dismissed!

Look, the graffit idiots.

Hey, Torrente, count on us

to kill that guy for you!

Right on, Torrente.

He'll feel our pain!

It's impossible to keep

a secret in this country.

Stop, damn it, stop!

Hey, let me go!

Let go of me, please.

Hey, wait a second!

What's up?

- What's up?

- He was jerking off.

You gotta pay for that!

Okay, take it easy,

this kid

was relieving himself,

as part of his undercover

work as my assistant.

Who the hell are you?

Who am I?

I'm Jos Luis Torrente.

Have you never heard of

Operation Woxter Hong Kong?

We're working on a case of illegal

immigration and sex slavery.

So watch it, girls.

If you don't want to be part of a

roundup, you'd better split, move!

Bastard, slimedick!

Thanks, Torrente.

You're the best!

Dont mention it, kid.

Why were you on the street

relieving yourself like a clog,

with two Latin chimps

to boot, "Din Don"?

It's Rin Rin,Torrenle.

I was horny and was broke.

Women are just too much for me

I mean hookers.

Right. Money and broads.

The 2 euros you lent me will be

the best investment of your lite.

People who hang with me

usually get very lucky.

I give people luck.

I'm like a rabbit's foot.

- You plan to pay me back?

- Don't be silly.

You've got to get rid of that

mop. Mops are for homos.

I plan to quit, but

there's no other work.

It's obvious I could've done

this job alone in my sleep.

The thing is the mastermind of an

operation must never soil his hands.

That's why you're here,

you're my go-to crew.

I want to know who-knows-

what about executions.

Let's see, for example, this

Let me see,

who thinks this

weapon is lethal?

Yeahhh no?

Wrong! Too obvious!

This?

With that "brick", Torrente,

you could do real damage.

Wrong again, Rin Rin.

You're not too bright.

Who has a metro ticket?

This, this is a deadly weapon.

This in the right hands could sever

the jugular vein of any attacker.

Find something funny, Popi?

Come on, attack me!

F*** your family!

How can I kill anyone

with this? It expired.

Stop complaining!

It was a clean cut, an inch higher

and your carotid is kaput, leaving you

mumbling the story.

Torrente, don't be a pig!

It doesnt kill, it only stuns.

Who else wants a whiff?

The five of us will go by car

to the El Campillo

housing development

the victim's home is there.

Pochito will watch

the north route,

Chancletas, the south.

Popi and Rin Rin, the gate.

There you'll aid Rin Rin,

who'll be the go-to guy

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