Torrente 4 Page #7

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- What?

- Well, not physically.

- We have photos.

- What kind of photos?

- Not the First Communion kind.

Son of a...

Quick! Trace the call!

More-ti, to the pool now!

How do I know you really

have photos of Melanie?

I never lie.

Judge her cock-sucking talent

yourself in an interviu pinup.

You demand ...?

A sworn testimony

admitting you were

Fontanelli's murderer,

to clear my name.

Or give me a million euros

and I'll clear it myself

from a Caribbean beach.

- Torrente!

- What now?

Tell him to throw in another

That's a lot of money.

Okay, nix the 20.000 euros!

Wait a sec,

you spend that in toilet

paper at your mansions.

I hate bulk so bring

only large bills

in a duffel bag.

Deliver it at 4

to Full Moon Mall

at the Mercedes

Business Park.

Don't hang up

No prob, it's Ramirez's phone.

it's not costing me a cent.

My men will make the

delivery at four.

What, you think I'm stupid?

If you don't come personally,

no God on earth will

be able to save you.

Understood.

We got him

I'll see you there

Very well, good.

Regards to your girl

from our private parts.

Hustle, move it!

And don't return

without his head!

- Van with the "Scream Team" now!

- More-ti, join 'em

it's done.

- Always be alert.

- What is that?

I sh*t myself, Torrente, I sh*t myself.

Nincom-poop!

More-ti, get him!

Miss, we're looking

for Jos Luis Torrente.

Torrente, that slime.

Look, let me tell

you something,

not another "renter"

comes in here,

I'm fed up to the

depths of my snatch.

Say what, lady?

What am I saying? Out,

or I call the cops!

- But, madam

- Madam? ma'am? mad...

That's enough, lady. Tell me

where Torrente is or you fly!

Sons of b*tches!

Let me go, you bastards!

Let me go!

Stop, let that woman go!

Torrente, they let her go.

Run, kid, run.

To the flat!

Run, Torrente, run!

Embarrassing!

This government is a sham.

They said they'd give

first 500 immigrants

at the Ministry and

free residency!

Long live Spain!

Flattened out, crushed.

Hold on, kid, the

fun's about to begin.

What if it's a trap?

Nah, Rocamora played and lost.

He knows I'm serious.

He won't try anything

funny, especially here.

You're an ace,

you're super!

It'll be like taking

candy from a child.

Hey, hand that over.

My Popsicle.

A yellow Popsicle

and he looks chink.

Torrente, it's almost 4.

- H-hour.

- No, 4.

You come alone?

- The photos?

- Here,

inside.

- No copies?

- My word as a Legionaire.

Anyway, we don't know how.

Sure all the money's there?

My word as a man of honor.

I better count it then.

Here? Surrounded by

all these people?

Be my guest.

Torrente, I say

ifs all there.

We'd better go.

I trust you, we're

all honest here.

Good.

We have 'em, get the

money and kill them.

It's the security guy.

Rocamora tricked us. Run!

You said "nothing funny".

They lack scruples. Go!

We need kids to

use as shields.

Shh, nice and easy,

drop the money bag

or I kill this cretin

Cretin, cretin, your

mother's a cretin!

Damn, this kid has

a thing for falls!

Out of the way, jerk!

I should've done this

long ago, Torrente.

As the saying goes,

you want something done,

do it yourself.

Or have a mate do it.

Like a hand job.

Rin Rin, hey kid

God, what a sad creature,

in the prime of life.

Dim-witted, but a good kid.

I'll spend all this

money in your name.

- it's nothing.

- Hookers.

- Nothing happened.

- Champagne.

- A 30-meter yacht.

- I'm OK!

- Shut up!

- I'm super!

-I won't forget.

- Forget who?

Shut up, you were supposed

to be dead. Goddamit!

I'm super!

A tire conked me one

Good, good, I'm glad.

I'll give you your 2 percent.

Only 2 percent?

That one!

- He offered you sweets?

- No.

Torrente, they got us.

This can only be bad.

- The chink.

- It was him!

Look who we have here.

Thanks, kid, we've hunted

for this guy a long time.

Patrolling the city in

his car aii night, non-stop

He works in law enforcement,

a friend you call "the cop"

The dangers that he faces

are those that he must stop

His duty is to society,

to ensure it doesn't flop

He patrols the city

He patrols the city

in his car all night

patrols the city

patrols the city

He patrols the city

in his car all night

He patrols the city

Criminals and hooligans

Violence and such

He does the work of God with

devotion and His touch

He'd just as soon save a pooch,

as die in the line of duty

Or prevent a holdup at a bank

and recover all the booty

He patrols the city

What do you want,

you come looking for me,

with all your tears

and bawling

you make a foo! out of me.

Go and leave with the wind

and take your suffering fan

What do you want,

let bygones be gone,

I'll bear you no grudge

now decide and move on.

You stole my money

and you stole my love.

If I hook ya, gonna f*** ya

you used to tel!

me all the time

You stabbed me over and over,

my blindness was the crime.

If I hook ya, gonna f*** ya

always the same story

Stupidly felt our love

was bound for glory

Oh, yeah

I've heard others say

that you hardly have a dime

that you come for something else

like a bed from time to time.

Find another you can squeeze,

and another you can bleed.

I don't wanna judge you

but now I'm better oft

when I remember what we had

it never was enough.

I was a foo! in love

but all that's over now.

If I hook ya, gonna f*** ya

always the same of' story

Stupidly thought our love

was bound for glory.

Bye-bye, I wish you we!!

Now it's time to

sound the bell

Bye-bye you ne'er do we-H.

Bye-bye, I wish you we!!

Now it's time to

sound the bell

Bye-bye you ne'er do we-H.

Hey, Father Tobias,

You a**hole!

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