Torrente 4 Page #5

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- That's me.

- I was looking for you.

- Me?

We've heard

that you're the

most virile prisoner,

the best hung here.

Yeah, a real sex machine!

My reputation precedes me.

My friends and I

would like a sample demo.

A demo, huh?

You'll have to earn it.

Strip and dance for me

like disco sluts.

Eenie meenie, miney moe,

check the ass out on this hoe

Don't care for this one.

This one's like a peach

full of fuzz and all.

Take that thong off

and join me in the cell.

Ooh, oh, let's go, yeah!

Grrrr, Joaquiness!

With your sh*t backed up, I

figured you need a massage.

Wait a moment,

you don't look so hot.

I'm OK, I just

had a nightmare.

Cheer up, okay?

If all goes well tonight,

we-'II soon be free men

doing a few lines, banging

b*tches right and left,

popping pills like

mad, Torrente

- Like normal people.

- Great.

I like you optimistic.

Here, make a call.

Why me?

- It doesn't bite.

- I don't wanna ...

-Take it.

-Okay.

Careful!

-Tony

-Tony

it's in "contacts".

Man, this smells, Torrents-I

What do you want? It

smells like a phone.

Damn!

It's Bakelite, which

has a special smell.

- Bakelite

- Yes, Bakelite.

You just don't know it.

That team looks like

thunder rolling in

They're so cute

A killing machine.

Probably recruited locally

to intimidate us.

Amateurs!

I bet if you threw the ball

at them they'd run for cover.

Let's throw 'em a beating.

Show them who we are!

Let's go, kill 'em!

Come on!

Let's go, cheer

the boys on!

You're our side?

Alright, okay, alright

Those should be banned.

Illegal footwear,

too phosflourescent,

they blind my players!

Come on

Joaquiness!

Way to go!

F***ing hell!

Hell of a goalkeeper

What foosball game

did we get him from?

He's your "find", T!

Hey ball-hogs, pass

me the ball.

I'm all alone here!

Don't sweat up a

storm Don't sweat

Now, let's split, kid.

How can we leave the bench?

lt'd look suspicious, Torrente.

You're right

Well, even a master

plan has its flaws.

I have an idea.

Goikotxoa!

Hey, you're Basque, right?

From Bilbao.

You like violence?

Look, you're gonna kick the

black guy with all your might.

But, he's on our team!

You never see the big picture.

I'm the strategist, not you.

How about following

orders without a word?

Go, pick him up.

Right.

Did you see that tackle?

Damn, it was criminal.

- A red card, at least.

- It was your guy.

Well, the injured must

go to the infirmary.

Don't worry, one of

the guards can do it.

Do you know any Atletico

player who'd abandon his men?

You just don't want to

see the massacre.

Okay, go ahead, it's obvious you

can't stand the humiliation.

Go, go on

We'll have to leave "this"

somewhere. Here, here There.

They broke my leg, Torrente,

my leg is broken, man!

Look you black bastard,

don't be a crybaby,

I know injuries and

it's only a sprain.

Two days of rest and

Arsenal will sign you!

And stop yelling, people

are taking naps.

Let's go. Everything's ready.

The game-'s at fever pitch.

In daylight, this looks

a lot smaller.

It looks kid-size. An average

person can't fit in there.

Of course an average person

can fit in there. I do.

What doesn't fit is

a fat slob like you.

Oh, insults now? You see

I distract the guards, arrange for

a car at the door and he disses me.

Stop arguing. It you want,

I'll go first, just in case.

Going first is always risky.

Shut up, go in, uncle.

- Shall I go?

- Come on.

-Go Gregorio!

-Go!

Ahhh, let's go sh*t

Okay, uncle, everything's

cool. Now Peralta, careful

Let's go.

Bye bye birdie!

- Watch it with my ass!

- Right, I got nothing better to do.

F***ing midget moron!

I don't know if I can

borrow the van again.

So we go in Tony's car.

No one touches my car!

They tried to involve

me in their escape.

Naturally, I had no idea.

Jesus, how could I let them

lead me on or be so blind?

At least we stopped

the breakout.

That, plus we

mauled your team.

It was a tragedy.

I tried to convince them

not to, but

they beat me badly.

That's why I

brought Escamilla,

one of our finest men

one of our men to watch over

you night and day.

With your permission,

I have to join the boys in our

victory celebration, you know.

Father, I can't seem

to get out of my head

all those people buried in

the rubble, asphyxiated,

all dead.

Well, not all,

luckily, Gregorio survived.

My Uncle Gregorio,

Uncle Gregorio.

Thanks for saving him, Lord

Despite being the instigator

and mastermind

After all that's happened,

he is still family.

-Jos Luis lies.

- Tries?

- Tries what?

- Doesn't tell the truth.

Probably begging for

drugs. He had a habit.

- He's incredibly bad.

- Someone's glad.

- Mother f***er.

- He said "mother f***er".

- He lies

- Air

- He can't breathe.

- He needs mouth-to- mouth.

- Be my guest.

Airrr ...

The light, uncle,

follow the light,

seek the light.

We-'re nothing.

My son, I know this is

a difficult moment and

ifs okay if you say no,

but tomorrow are

the Inmate Choir Regionals.

We'd love to count on you

and your voice.

How can you be so heartless

at a time like this?

My uncle is still present.

When does the bus leave?

Okay, okay, okay.

Very good, boys.

Alright, okay, fine thanks.

It was really quite hard

to get "leave" passes

for the choir competition.

Li's paramount we exhibit

manners and the best behavior

we're capable of.

Hey Montanilla,

have you no shame?

Apologize to Father

Tobias right now!

You should all learn

from Jos Luis.

His voice is fair, but

he's found a niche here,

thanks to his team spirit

and Christian ways.

Thanks Father, learn from

me. Let's sing!

What joy when we discovered

we were bound to see the Lord

Look, Montanilla, when ifs

your turn to do the solo,

don't put on that crow's

face. It doesn't suit you.

Very, very ugly.

Father, I don't mean to

when I concentrate,

this is my face.

Father Tobias is still

giving ii a shot.

Wait till we beat the

sh*t out of your

singing chimps.

Father, there's a real spiritual

feeling among the clergy here.

He's just a jealous member

of the Piarist Order.

Don't worry, Father. I've

seen the boys rehearse a bit

and they don't stand a chance.

I know.

Before we begin, I just wanted

to ask a favor:
I gotta crap.

You're too much. Leave it to you

to always come up with something.

"Opening night" jitters.

Go to the bathroom, let's

see if your voice clears up.

I'll go with you.

Okay, right

What are you guys

in for -- singing?

Leave the door open.

I'm planning to unload a

big one, so be advised.

Okay, close the door.

But no funny stuff,

I'm a quick trigger.

Relax, one dump and I'm out.

Boys, we follow the plan.

We're down here, Torrente.

You through?

Open up or I'm coming in!

F***ing sh*t!

Stop or I shoot!

F***ing

- Run, Torrente, run!

- Wait up!

Torrente, we'll

never forget you.

- Run, Torrente!

- Wait!

Pull me up!

Pull me, pull!

- Pull me!

- Pull the chain.

Hold on, Torrente!

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