Torrente 4 Page #6

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Who the f*** is driving?

How're we doing, Torrente?

We' re f***ed!

We have a shotgun.

What's this? This is only

good for supermarket holdups.

You're wrong, it

packs a wallop.

I filmed it all on

my cell. Wanna see?

Not now. Come on,

more cartridges.

We only brought one.

I don't believe it!

Let's head to the gas station.

They won't shoot at us there.

Right, we'd all go

up in smoke there.

Civil Guard on the grill!

Fill 'er up.

Torrente, what are you doing

here. Weren't you in jail?

Shh, b*tch, I'm incognito.

My black p*ssy is

thirsty for milk.

Not that p*ssy again! It stinks,

it must be dead by now.

- I'm seeking information.

- Will the yellow pages do?

Isn't she funny my

sweet little honey?

I'm looking for Rin Rin, that

kid who hangs out with me.

You mean

the mongoloid-looking one

who could be

a relative of yours?

Uh I don't know

You' re all leeches!

Here, take that

it's almost 2 euros!

Your friend's up there

in one of the rooms.

Why's he doing that?

Hey, the door!

There you are!

So, Judas, spending all you

got for selling me out?

I can explain, you

got it all wrong.

No need to explain.

Come here, come here.

You sh*t

- Excuse me, ladies.

- Who's that?

-Very nice.

-Again!

- It'll be worse if you run.

- Torrente, don't be crazy!

The race is over.

Don't get any closer, I'll

jump. I swear on my mother!

No need to jump,

I'll push you off.

I didn't do anything wrong.

Oh sh*t, I'm scared stiff.

-You sold me out.

- It was more of a rental.

"Rental"? Come here.

Come here, kid!

What are you doing? You're

breaking one of my ribs!

I'll bash your head!

I was broke, I didn't

imagine you in jail.

What you didn't imagine

was me breaking out.

What are you doing?

Like we used to be, remember?

We did it anywhere.

Oh, hush up!

Torrente, I'm sorry.

I regret what I did, really.

You wretched sh*t!

At least tell me

who ratted on me.

I don't know!

All I know is Ramirez

paid me off, but

not who he works for

That we're gonna

find out right now!

You don't know how

bad I felt these days.

You're like an idol to me.

And, of course, I thought:

what would Torrente do?

Look, kid, how much money

did they give you anyway?

At least 3.000 euros.

Couldn't turn that down.

Torrente, have I ever told

you that I love you?

Yeah, well, truth is I

kind of like you too.

- Give me a hug, Torrents!

- Don't go gay on me,

that's all I need.

What's this, Torrente?

"Friends of Ecuador"?

Yeah, we're here for my gun.

This place is tighter than

a virgin's p*ssy.

You leave for 3 days

and they go nuts.

What, not again?

You've gone too far!

Sorry, Mr. Torrente,

weren't you in the slammer?

I mean, "on holiday".

Look, he was jerking

off to a photo of yours.

It's true, that's me.

Where did you get this?

The computer's mine,

I'm a programmer.

I came across the memory card

in that drawer by chance.

So that was a real roll

of film, after all

Now what we came for.

Don't shoot, sir, I beg you,

in the name of Baby Jesus.

I'll do what you want

Right now, shut up.

You make me nervous.

Take it easy,

these bullets already have

a name carved on their skin.

That carved name must

be the brand, Torrente.

And it's a chassis, not "skin".

Bullets don't really have skin.

- He's half-jerk, huh?

- This kid's a retard.

Oh, darling

why didn't you tell me you

invited friends for dinner?

- Friends, what friends?

- See

I told you, madam,

he's forgetful.

Well, Torrente

Heavens to Betsy

what brings you here?

Always joking,

you invited my nephew and

I for a home-cooked meal.

Super!

Of course, right,

I forgot.

- Was it today?

- Today? You crack me up.

Oh, you sly dog,

top secret, eh?

A pair of honeys like these.

Especially the oldest,

sooo well-fed.

- isn't it late for her to be up?

- You're right.

Gladys!!

Cutie, off to beddy-bye

Sweet dreams with Uncle

Torrente, hmm?

You need rest so your tits

grow big like your sister's.

See you later.

Look at those tears!

Madam, you don't know what

close friends Tinin and I were

in the army at Melilla ...

real bosom buddies.

Agustin, you never talked

to me about your old pal.

You know I like keeping

some things private

He's so uptight.

With my looks, I

stole his girls.

Uncle, isn't this the guy who

used to swing hot both ways?

What are you saying?

Don't be silly.

Excuse the kid, he has

such a loose tongue.

Your husband wasn't gay.

We just pleased each other

any way we could in the army.

Tinin was a good doggy.

Hogwash, Torrente.

I have something to

discuss, come with me.

Of course Rin Rin.

Madam,

sir, excuse us.

Torrente, you're mad showing

up here talking trash.

Who the f*** sold me out?

Besides this one the boss?

Copping a feel or what?

Torrente, an iPhone 4,

it's the latest.

Can I keep it?

Sure, he won't use it.

Super, Torrente.

Shoot me if you want,

I won't say a peep,

nothing, got it?

Torrente, let me.

Rocamora, Roman Rocamora

planned it all

Queers!

That's the boss whose wedding

I offered my services to.

Services? You were the

laughingstock of all Spain.

Bride's still in therapy.

Rocamora'll kill yaaa!

Out of there, fagqots!

Run, kid, come on!

Run, kid, run!

Let me , let me

Damn, let go!

Let me go. Queers!

Hard-up pervs ...!

I'll get you

Your triglycerides!

I missed them sh*t!

Okay, so it's clear: Rocamora.

What did that rat Ramirez say?

Weak point is his girl.

We have a photo of that babe.

That's our tool of revenge.

Torrente, how do you get

revenge with a photo?

Kid, you're so thick!

We-'II blackmail him.

Blackmail

Can we change the music?

My mother spends all clay

listening to this folk stuff.

Drives me up a wall.

How about some hip-hop?

Out of the car, kid.

- What's wrong?

- Nothing.

There-'s nothing more sacred

in the world than El Fary's music.

Who? El "Fali"?

Did you say El "Fali"?

How is it possible that

anyone doesn't know

who El Fary is?

Torrente, don't be like that.

Please don't cry.

Come on, cheer up,

just a little bit.

Shall we jerk off a bit?

Sir, I swear I don't

know what happened.

I didn't know

how to react.

Really Mr. Rocamora,

he's an imbecile.

That much I know.

But he's a dangerous imbecile.

We shouldn't have problems,

sir, he's an idiot.

It would be better if he

were in jail again soon.

No, better if he-'s not.

Since you divulged my name,

I think he should

disappear for good.

Look Torrente,

an anonymous note.

I've seen these in the movies.

Great, let me sign it.

Something! wrong

if we mail it, they'll

take forever to answer.

Right, the ideal thing would

be to call and read it to them.

- Who's got Rocamora's number?

- We do.

This guy's number was on

Ramirez's cell. Here, call him.

I have a special

voice distorter.

You're so smart

- What's this?

-I told you, sir.

He surprised me

Yes

- Can I speak with Mr. Rocamora?

- Speaking. Who is it?

- Torrente.

- Torrente who?

Jos Luis Torrente.

Listen, we have your daughter.

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