Torrente 3: The Protector (Torrente 3: El protector)

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NEWS

The popular Euro deputy, Giannina Ricci,

will be back in Spain next week.

After her tour of Europe

closing factories that posed an environmental threat,

she will continue with her investigations

at the lnternational Ecological Forum

now being held in Madrid,

presenting a detailed report

on illegal activities carried out by various companies,

including the multinational Petronosa.

Her radical defense of environmental laws

has won her many enemies

and there have already been two attempts on her life,

fortunately without serious consequences.

The Ministry of the lnterior has said it will redouble its efforts

to ensure Miss Ricci's safety in our country.

So now that woman is coming to fuck us up here in Spain.

Imagine if she closes Petronosa with her report.

We're talking about a loss of millions and millions of euros.

Gentlemen, that woman may be a nuisance

but it's our duty to protect her.

Well, you needn't go overboard with the protection.

The people I represent

would be delighted if...

You understand?

Don't insist, Montellini. We're obliged to give this case

- to our best man. - The number one, at least.

- Yes, yes, I understand. - Mr. Salas...

Juan Francisco, not now.

No, it's just that, as you sent for me...

But you're looking at things, aren't you? Get out.

Yes, Mr. Salas. Excuse me.

You are geniuses.

Yes.

But no.

It's not him.

We've got someone better.

Much better.

Hey, sweets! Sweetie!

Bring me a couple of fried eggs.

My guts are rattling.

Some blood pudding, salami, something I can get my teeth into.

I'm sorry, sir, we won't be serving any more meals.

Those little box things you served, you call those "meals"?

Fucking great.

I should have come on the bus, like always.

Sorry, kid, but if you'd seen the lousy meal they gave us.

Mind you, the old coot beside me was licking her plate.

What do you mean, you can't talk on a cell phone on the plane?

I'm talking, aren't I?

Ma'am, mind your own business!

Ma'am, mind your own business! This is outrageous!

Ma'am, please!

Get your ass off me!

The Peruvian didn't pay up?

I'm telling you.

Hang on, Josito.

The bitch who was sitting next to me went and told the air hostess.

Sir, you can't use your phone during the flight.

It could affect our electronics,

you're endangering everyone on board.

- What do you mean? - The phone.

- What phone? - Your phone!

What phone do you mean?

Arabs! Arabs!

They don't know who I am. Don't worry, love!

I'm a policeman!

Let's calm down, kid. What are you saying?

Take another step and I'll kill him!

Hassan, come on, don't talk rubbish.

How are you going to kill that man with a plastic fork? You can't do it.

Shit! Yes, you can!

You bastard!

Calm down, I'm a secret agent, I've got a gun somewhere!

Calm down, everyone!

I've got it! I'm here to protect you!

Ma'am! Stop screaming.

How do you expect me to hit anything? This is a high-precision weapon.

THE PROTECTOR

So he spends all day doing weights, does he?

You wouldn't know him. He's turned into a he-man.

It's unbelievable.

I don't believe it, Josito.

No, wait till you see him. He's like a different person.

Cool.

He's a great guy.

Yeah, I know he's a great guy

but do you think he'll want to lend me his gun?

Not his own gun, but he'll get one for you. Come on.

Yeah.

Torrente!

Fuck!

What's up, guys?

I'm just doing a bit of sport here.

You're skin and bone!

Who'd have thought it, Torrente? You're pure sinew.

Muscle, kid. Look at these pecs.

It's true, you're really in fighting shape.

Impressed, aren't you? Come on, sit down.

I'm not back on top form yet

but I've always been an athlete.

The police force has regained its faith in me again.

I've got a special mission.

I have to protect some high-class dame.

And I have to select and train an elite corps to serve under me.

So you thought of us, didn't you?

We'll see.

I mean, not just anyone can do this.

Even I had to transform my body into a fighting machine.

That's an isotonic drink.

I'm like new, kid. Now I'll do 1,000 press-ups.

A Spaniard! From Spain!

TRAINING CENTER FORENSIC POLICE

I've been dying to meet you, Jose Luis.

You're a real institution within the force.

That's true, but not everyone recognizes it.

Can you believe they had me on patrol for years like a sap?

But you're obviously leadership material.

- And you know what you're doing. - You noticed that.

- We got the people you wanted. - Terrific.

It was hard, some of them weren't on the force anymore.

- Why's that? - They were in jail.

Probably due to judicial errors.

No doubt about it. Salas, I'll tell you something.

If I'm going to risk my neck, I want the best men around me,

and the kids coming out of the academy now...

Between ourselves, they haven't got what it takes.

I completely agree with you, Jose Luis.

- Even so, as a personal favor... - Whatever you want.

I'd like you to take Solis as your assistant.

- Solis? - The nephew of a friend.

He hasn't been on the force long but he hasn't gone unnoticed.

Juan Francisco!

Sir?

This is Jose Luis Torrente.

From now on, as I told you, you're under his orders.

Yes, sir!

Very good. You show promise, kid. Where are you from?

Viana do Boulo, sir.

Excellent! Good old La Mancha. Good salami, blood sausage...

But Viana is up in Galicia, sir.

I know that. I was just checking you were on the alert.

Well, Jose Luis, from now on feel right at home here.

Thank you, Salas.

Listen, kid. I don't know whose nephew you are,

but if you touch my fucking face again I'll blow your head off!

Now, piss off.

Churreti...

Vizcarra...

Calvo Tellez. A great guy.

- Manolito. - How're you doing?

Barragan is a great informer.

Ordoñez, I see you're still carrying the grenade.

It goes everywhere with me.

Camullas...

An expert in martial arts. He's incredible.

Calatrava, for God's sake. Why are you so fat? You look like a barrel.

Have a bit of respect for yourself. You're very fat.

Ramirez. I did my military service with him. He used to wet the bed.

Arellano...

I thought you were dead. Well..-

Robledillo...

He was one of the brains behind the glorious 23-F.

- What's the 23-F? - What is it?

Mother's Day, you motherfucker.

Who's this?

I'm Linares. My cousin Torrelavega couldn't come.

I see.

How are you, Contreras? Still a night watchman?

You got it, Torrente. Since I killed those people,

the police don't want to know me.

The world is full of ingratitude.

But I know you still have that killer instinct.

And you're going to prove it. Kill that kid.

Go on! Go on!

Kill him!

Go on, kill him!

Hold it! Hold it, kid! You'll kill him.

Hold it, hold it!

You'll kill him! Stop, stop! Let him live.

That's the kind of man I like, one like this!

Ready for action, with no hang-ups!

No whining about "I look stupid" or "I'm a dwarf"

or "I'm from a shitty village". No!

"I'm a policeman, I'm Spanish

and I'm a fucking killing machine!" Understood?

- Yes, sir! - Yes, sir.

Fucking hell.

Shit.

Solis, fix that thing.

Yes, sir.

All right. The chick you're going to see now

is the floozy that we've been ordered to protect.

Hot stuff, eh?

Ordóñez!

No jerking off. I can see you.

I've also personally drawn a fairly precise sketch

so you can see our various journeys.