- This is the heist of our lives. - In Parliament? Isn't it dangerous?
Come on, Kjell. I'm sure Egon has got a terrific plan.
It's a Franz Jäger safe, isn't it?
There are no Franz Jägers left in Norway. We have to find new ways.
- Go with the times. - How?
What we're going to crack is a safe from Francis Hunter, Michigan, USA.
- Can we do that? - Sure.
I went to evening classes to learn the technique. I've got it sorted.
Brilliant, Egon.
- Come on, all clear. - What if someone comes in?
- Relax, they're watching the parade. - Brilliant, Egon.
Stop that! In the archives there is a safe from Francis Hunter.
In it is Norway's best kept secret.
- What's that, then? - Kleppe's budget for next year.
The budget? That's just paper. There's no money in there.
For people in the know, there is. I've met an editor.
He's willing to give his entire capital to get his hands on it.
You're phenomenal.
The safe has a logarithmically devised code system.
- Sounds phenomenal. - Impossible, more like.
Of course it isn't. It's very simple.
I just have to find the first two numbers, and know the code.
- And you know it? - Of course.
- Are you ready, Benny? - Yes... Right...
Here are the first numbers.
35...
...dash, 48.
- 35-48. - That's fine, Kjell.
- What? - Here are the next ones.
42-75.
- Got it, Kjell? - You asked me to take them down.
Oh yes, that's right. But did you?
- Yes. 42-75. - That's fine, Kjell.
- Now look... - Shut up and listen.
Subtract the highest number from the lowest and multiply by the code.
- It gives you the first 8 digits. - Let's see... 5 minus 8 is no good.
So we have to borrow... That makes 7-27.
Excellent. Now multiply that by the code.
- Yes, yes... - Well, what's the outcome?
Nothing, for the time being. I need the code first.
- Didn't you get it? - No.
- Right. Let me think... - I'm waiting.
It's on the tip of my tongue...
- It was seven... No, nine and... - You haven't forgotten, have you?
Of course I haven't! I just can't remember it right now.
What if we count from the beginning: one, two, three, four etcetera.
Then maybe you'll think of it when we get to the right number.
- Nonsense! - You could have written it down.
It's not easy to remember everything when you're getting on a bit.
- That's enough! - Well, it's true.
It gets difficult with names, numbers and stuff like that.
- You're becoming senile. - Shut up! It's not my fault.
I had it all worked out. Timed and planned.
- But every time we're together... - Let's call it a day.
Let's search the other cabinets. Maybe we'll find enough for the tram.
Look at that. The radio manual. A bit frayed at the edges.
Here's the crime report for '78. That's something for us.
- What does it say? - Set the inmates free, it's spring.
- Signed Haugestad. - Well! Look at this.
- Must be Borten's underpants. - A bit old, aren't they?
I'm fed up with your jabbering. Get out, so I can concentrate.
Fine with me. It's no picnic spending our old age here with you. Come on.
Senile. What a load of rubbish.
I must have that budget.
May I help you?
I do believe Egon Olsen has got into Parliament.
- There he is. - Yes, that's Egon.
With a plan tucked under his arm. Good old Egon.
- He's getting old. - Egon's all right.
- We would never let Egon down. - His mind is going downhill.
- He has the odd memory lapse. - The state fires bosses at 40.
- That's why you are the boss. - Egon will only be helping.
- And you promised Valborg... - OK. He's in. For a trial period.
Hello, Egon! It's good to see you.
How are you? Feeling better?
Don't you recognize my brother? It's Harry.
He's been to America. Fell asleep in a container and went as a stowaway.
He studied electronics over there. Computers, monitors, terminals.
It's brilliant. He's not Dynamite Harry now, but Computer Harry.
- And I can see you have a new car. - What? No, it's the company car.
- The company's? - Harry has become a company.
Benny's sister, Valborg and Harry are on the board.
- And it's not dangerous at all. - Are we lumped with Harry again?
I have a plan. I need pros. I don't trust Harry.
Look, Egon. You don't understand.
Harry is the boss now. We're working for him.
We get 36 kroner an hour, overtime and Saturdays off.
Right. And Harry's only 34. That's the right age, you see.
I had a chat with Harry, and you're welcome to join.
- You'll get 36 kroner an hour, too. - What about my plan?
That's the brilliant thing. No need to worry about plans anymore.
You get a steady wage and can enjoy old age in peace and quiet.
Old age?
It's the least we can do after all these years. Says Valborg.
Will this take all day?
The Oil Board. They deal with oil exploration in the North Sea -
- and the export of oil. Stop at the phone booth, Benny.
- We can start by opening the gate. - Leave it to me.
Spare me you amateurish nonsense. Do as I say.
- Benny! Fix the telephone. - I've got the coin ready.
Kjell, connect the sensors.
The Oil Board has had a deficit until 1985. They haven't got a penny.
They use cheques and electronic transfers.
How much is 7 times 17? Don't know, do you?
Nor do you know that there's lots of cash every other month. And why?
Well, they pay VAT on the North Sea enterprise.
Kleppe and the Ministry of Finance only accept cash.
But don't worry, old man, it's been timed and planned. Come on, Kjell.
We've got a connection.
Well, what do you think? Brilliant, isn't it?
Phone the central computer and you can ask whatever you want.
We need key number 368.
Egon! Where are you going? This is where the action is.
Benny, take the voltage regulator. Kjell takes the frequency modulator.
How about that, eh? Nothing like your old rubber gloves and stethoscope.
This is ultrasound. It's inaudible.
Could you please stop lecturing so I can concentrate? Thank you.
- This is huge. Tremendous. - It's beautiful.
Be quiet.
Holy moley, Harry! Can you do this?
- What have you done? - Nothing. Watch out, Kjell!
This is fun. Are you sure you've got the right monitor?
- It was him! - Who, me?
Yes, you! I knew it all along.
- It can't have been Egon. - He knows nothing about this.
- He's an elderly man. - Yes, old and senile.
No way. Let's call an electronics expert.
Be quiet! I've been through a long and expensive train... training.
And here I am, working with a couple of bumbling amateurs!
Fools and nitwits. With the intelligence of a brick. Get out!
- You can't... - Yes, I can! Get out!
And take him with you! I never want to see him again!
- Weren't we going to... - No! Get out!
- He went berserk. - What are we going to do now?
- I have a plan. - What kind of plan?
- We can't come home to Valborg... - She wants to adopt Harry.
We don't have to tell her everything. What is your plan, Egon?
The biggest thing we've ever done. The object is 30,000 tons of butter.
Butter?
I promised Valborg to buy butter. But we haven't got any money now.
Then we have to get some. We need capital.
- Is this before we go home? - The operation starts in two hours.
At 6 at the station. We need Benny's car and your hoover.
I'll bring the coin. Come on.
Hello?
It's a disgrace! This is the third time the newspaper is late.
I'm very sorry, but I think you've got the wrong number.
This is the phone booth next to the station.
I'm so sorry. I hope I didn't wake you up. But I had to do something.
It's the same in our corps.
You think any of our young people get up at 5 a.m. to empty meters?
It's all drink and Marxism these days. I have to go.
- Nice talking to you. Thank you. - Come on, come on!
Such a nice man. You'd never think he was a traffic warden.
No, Kjell. That is right out!
Drinking beer when you have a to-do list you haven't started on yet.
There's yesterday's dishes, the hoovering, the dirty laundry.
But it's Egon's fault, of course. Morning, Egon.
There's Larsen. I must go. Don't forget to hoover under the cushions.
Will do.
- Where is she off to? - Valborg's taking driving lessons.
Driving, her? Best stay inside, then. Now listen...
I have to do the dishes.
- Where are we driving today? - Today we are going to turn left.
Then I'll have to remember to look in the mirror.
Yes, please.
Now we're going to turn right. And you have to give way here.
Give way? That reminds me of my brother-in-law.
His hairline is giving way, too. So he combs it all forward.
My sister won't go out with him. He walks backwards in a head wind.
- I think it's time to drive. - Ah, yes.
But seriously, 30,000 tons of butter? What do we need all that for?
We can never eat that much. And Basse isn't home either.
- I thought you had a plan. - I do. If only you'd listen.
- All that butter. It's insane. - Not at all. It's politics.
In our country, butter is subsidized so farmers earn enough.
So it pays off for them to produce more than we can consume.
The pile keeps growing because we may not sell subsidized butter.
To Russia, for example, where there's a shortage, so they pay any price.
- That's where we come in. - Do we? How?
Remember Hallandsen, the swindler who fled a couple of years ago?
- Isn't he living in France? - That's right. On the Riviera.
In France, you can do anything with the right connections. And he has.
- I have to go to the laundrette. - What? Aren't you paying attention?
Of course we are. Hallandsen has connections. Who is it, Egon?
Henrik Smidt Nilsen. He is a member of Parliament, -
- and of the committee of the World Bank, -
- and he is on the control board for agricultural subsidies.
He's in trouble and may well lose his seat in the next election.
Which means all his perks will be gone as well.
He's trying to cover himself and has begun working with Hallandsen.
Hallandsen wants to buy the butter and sell it to the Russians.
Then they will share the profits.
Smidt Nilsen fixes the papers, Hallandsen supplies black dollars.
That can't be legit. How much are we talking about?
- $10 million! And we'll take them. - Brilliant. But how?
- I have a plan. - I must go home and hoover.
- What was that? - I braked. The light is red.
- So what? - The law says we have to stop.
- What for? - To let crossing traffic pass.
What crossing traffic? There's nobody around.
We must uphold the law. Or it will lead to accidents, tragedy, fines, -
- breathalysers. And I lose my permit.
Could you remove your foot from the brake? It's green.
- I have a plan! Do you hear me? - As long as you speak clearly.
Hallandsen is coming tomorrow. He won't show himself in public.
If the police see him, he'll be in for eight years.
He'll fly to Denmark, take the ferry, so his passport won't be checked.
He will be in disguise, he has rented a Cadillac -
- and will drive to the World Bank to deposit the money.
That's where we come in. We must stop him! Do you hear me?
Yes, of course I hear you. I haven't lost my hearing yet.
Brilliant, Egon. But how do we begin?
We need one of those tents the telephone company uses.
Half a metre of hose, a funnel and a measuring cup.
We provide all this today. The operation starts at 6 tomorrow.
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten -
- 11,12,13,14,15,16, 17, 18,19, 20...
...1095, 1096, 1097, 1098, 1099, 1100.
1101,1102,1103,1104, 1105,1106,-
- 1107,1108,1109, 1110,1111,1112,1113,1114...
2000, 2001, 2002, 2003, 2004, 2005, 2006, 2007, -
- 2008, 2009, 2010, 2011...
...2032, 2033, 2034, 2035, 2036, 2037, 2038.
- This is it. - Good.
- How many? - 2038.
2038. That means...
- That went very well. - Yes, it did.
A Cadillac runs 18 miles to a gallon. Everything's ready for Hallandsen.
Are the police still after him?
Of course. Especially Hermansen. He got tricked by Hallandsen.
- Hallandsen? - Surely you remember him?
The big swindler you tried to arrest.
A full turn-out with motorbikes, bullet-proof vests and machine guns.
And then he got away. You do remember him?
I do. What about him?
Interpol reported that he's on a chartered plane to Copenhagen.
So he may be on his way to Oslo. Which gives us a huge chance to...
Listen to me, young man.
I've been on the force for over 25 years. I'll be an old man soon.
I am an old man. I'm tired. Tired of being humiliated.
Of being passed by. Of overtime. Being underpaid. I'm old and tired.
You're not that old. Perhaps all you need is a change.
You should have accepted that transfer to the vice squad.
Good Lord. At my age? No, I know my place.
Old, forgotten, overlooked. These reports, what do you think they are?
Emptied parking meters. Theft of a tent from the telephone company.
- Futile routine work. - What if we knick Hallandsen?
- He was sentenced to eight years. - Not another word about Hallandsen!
All he brought me was humiliation and tragedy. Let others deal with it.
Mr Hallandsen?
- How did you know it was me? - I was to look for a fake moustache.
Here are the keys. Have a good trip.
- What's wrong? Need any help? - Do you want a push?
We'll push you to the side so you don't block the traffic.
Hey! Stop!
You there!
- There we are. - Brilliant, Egon.
We'll leave it until Hallandsen is airborne and Smidt Nilsen is gone.
Where are you? Everything is ready. And I have important meetings.
- My briefcase has been stolen. - Stolen? That's impossible.
What are you going to do about it? You can't simply run away.
Yes, you're in a difficult situation, but what about me?
I've prepared everything. The butter has been loaded on to the waggons.
I arranged the papers on the day I headed the butter commission.
If things don't go as planned, there will be a scandal.
It's terrible. Can you at least describe the thieves?
Yes, yes... A male in a striped jacket.
Grey bowler hat and a cigar. That can only be Egon Olsen.
A small, red briefcase. Yes. Knows too much, yes...
Must disappear. Permanently. Yes, I understand.
Yes, I will deal with it immediately.
And may I just add that it will be a real pleasure.
Goodbye. And thank you for your order.
What was that about, boss?
The time has come at last. I'm going to destroy Egon Olsen.
For ten years that arrogant braggart has made my life a misery.
For ten years it was all about that self-important, cigar smoking twit -
- and his ridiculous gang. No matter how clever we were.
The only thing people took notice of was what the Olsen gang did.
We struggled and strived. But the Olsen gang was ahead of us.
God, how I hate Egon Olsen and everything he stands for.
His gang is just a bunch of numbskulls and nitwits.
But now his time is up.
Because I've been given the task of liquidating Egon Olsen.
- How? - I have a plan.
- Marvellous! - Isn't it? Come on.
- It's fantastic! - Heavenly!
We fool them every time. We are the top.
- At least Egon is. - Egon is the best.
- You're not too bad yourselves. - No one can beat you.
- Bottle opener! - In the top drawer.
Careful. Hide the label, so they can't accuse us of endorsing beer.
- What are you talking about? - It's politics. Just do as I say.
Cover the label with your hand and pretend you're drinking light beer.
He's worse than we thought. Now he's lost it completely.
No, I think other people have lost it more. Cheers!
- Can I have an explanation? - Explanation?
I've just been to your sister's, Benny. Quite an experience.
Harry was in bed with a nervous breakdown and a bad back.
The doctor was there and stuff. All because of Egon.
Enough! Keep me out of it when talking about that electronic tick.
What can he do? Sit in front of a TV-screen and get a backache.
While he's in bed with his security blanket, we're stealing millions.
- Millions? - Yes, millions. 10 million dollars.
It's true. We've got a briefcase full of money.
- Let me see. - We don't have it here.
So you've blown it all?
Not at all. It's in a safety-deposit box at the station. Safe and sound.
We have the key. Isn't that right? Show her the key, Egon.
I knew it.
It's not gone, is it?
I just can't find it. I don't understand...
I must have lost it. I have to go back.
Has Egon left to look for the millions?
What's this, Kjell? You can't do the dishes and just leave them.
- They have to be put away as well. - Yes.
My sister's father-in-law was the same. He had to go to hospital.
He can't help it. He's senile.
Senility was what they called it. Senile, that's what Egon is.
What are we going to do now?
What's this key? Why is there a key in this drawer?
That's the one!
It was 1614.
No... 1416.
No.
There.
- Valborg found it in the drawer. - What's the number?
- 1461. - Exactly. Just as I remembered.
- Come on! Start sucking! - But it tastes disgusting.
Disgusting? Just suck.
- Brilliant, Egon! - I'm really sorry.
It can happen to anyone at that age. It's senility.
Like Valborg's sister's father-in-law. He went to hospital.
- What was it they called it? - Let's show Valborg our millions.
All's well that ends well, isn't it? It wasn't such a bad plan either.
It was great. And now you won't have to make any more plans, ever.
You can retire and relax in your dotage.
- Senility. That was it. - That's enough, thank you.
- Now what? - Maybe you're out of petrol.
- I put in the lot from the Cadillac. - This is impossible.
Don't take it that way. I can't help it.
You're not senile, are you? Or are you just your useless self?
Relax. It won't take a minute. I'll be back in a flash.
If Benny can't remember anything either, what can we do?
What's the matter with you? Have you ever managed to do anything?
Senile! Look who's talking! You were born senile!
- Egon! Look! - Hey! You can't... Stop!
Well, Mr Olsen, how does it feel to be tricked -
- by someone who might well be as clever as the famous Egon Olsen?
- It's terrific, boss. - Yes!
- Boss Hansen? - Yes, it was.
- But he can't. The money, and Egon! - I saw it with my own eyes.
- Damn! I think I need a lie-down. - We've got to follow them.
I have waited for ten years. This is a great moment for me.
May I offer you a cigar of rare quality?
Through long, sleepless nights I've been imagining this moment.
I've dreamt and fantasized. I've begged and prayed.
And now, finally, Mr Egon Olsen pays me a visit.
Egon?
Well, how was the cigar, Mr Olsen?
That was just a little sample.
Next time it will be for real.
And it will be an experience for life, Egon Olsen.
Egon?
- I'll go this way, you go that way. - Right. Trust me.
I'm off to Parliament to hand in the briefcase. Keep a close eye on them.
If the third one turns up, just...
And lock him in the cellar as well. Understand?
Elegantly...
Two more and that's it. Thank you and goodbye.
Stop it. We found the key you had lost.
So? I devised the perfect crime. All timed and planned for you.
The least you can do is find a key.
What can you manage alone? You walk right into the trap. And Kjell?
- He runs home to Valborg. - No, he wouldn't dare do that.
You've never known the feeling
of a pile of money reaching to the ceiling
but now you can live without a care
'cause you're a millionaire.
Look at them now. Sitting there, giggling and drinking beer.
I've got the situation under control. The money has been retrieved.
I'll deposit it at the bank. Then we must meet as soon as possible.
It's getting urgent.
The day after tomorrow? All right. Pardon? The police?
Don't worry, I spoke to the Chief of Police, who is an acquaintance.
The police don't suspect a thing.
- A motor vehicle, you say? - No. A car.
Right, a car.
Normally, there are no cars parked there at that time.
- Anything special about this car? - Yes, it was a black Chevrolet.
With a blue roof and dented fenders.
The license number was KT 24 422.
- Are you sure about all this? - Absolutely.
I've been a traffic warden for more than 20 years.
Once we notice a car, we never forget it.
You damn scoundrel! I can't leave anything to you, -
- you miserable, fat Danish pig! Get up!
I don't believe it. I have to do everything.
But Egon Olsen won't get away.
The Olsen gang is history.
And I have just the thing we need.
- No, boss. Not that! - Yes, that.
My most precious possession. My masterpiece.
No, that's the hellfire machine!
Precisely. And to hell they will go, Olsen and his cronies.
This machine will see to that. As simple as it is brilliant.
It's placed inside a car. Then, if it turns or brakes suddenly, -
- the ball drops, creating a current, and the clock starts ticking.
45 seconds will pass... And then: Bang!
And we shall be shot of the Olsen gang.
For ever.
Boss, I don't really like this. Couldn't we...
Or like this...
No way. This time nothing can go wrong.
We'll leave right away. I'll drive, you hold this.
Hold it carefully, then nothing can happen. Come on.
We'll put it in their car right away.
Stop it. Don't be so squeamish.
This is nothing. You should try giving birth.
Men are such babies.
No, no, no! Stop whining! We must move on.
- Move on? - Yes. I have a plan.
I know how to get the money back.
Besides the usual stuff, we need a keyhole saw and a special wrench.
No, enough is enough.
You're senile, your memory is like a sieve. You're no use anymore.
- Spare me. - Kjell can't go without Harry.
You constantly mess things up.
The police are here, too. That never would have happened with Harry.
- Now what? - We have to get out of here.
- Out the back door, quick! - Kjell! You forgot the laundry.
See, that was a piece of cake. You just have to drive carefully.
I'll find somewhere to put it.
- What's he doing with my car? - We need the wrench.
Let's take his car instead.
No! Stop!
Stop banging on about Valborg and Harry.
You're like a frightened rabbit.
You always have to run home to ask first.
Stop it! I won't put up with it. I'm risking my life -
- and I never get a word of thanks. Stop! I want to get out.
- Turn right here. - Careful!
Stop right now! I want to get out.
Listen! I have a plan. It's simple and brilliant.
You don't have to remember a thing. I've written it all down. Here.
I've written down the code and what we need. It can't fail.
It's not dangerous either. Let me show what I can do. One more time.
No, I refuse. You're old, you're confused.
You can't remember anything. It will never work. Stop, I want to get out.
Kjell, for God's sake!
No!
Kjell, wait a minute. Don't worry, I'll fix it. Relax... Kjell!
Now look, Kjell. We have to look at this from a human point of view.
I won't do it without Harry.
But this means a lot to old Egon. And it's not dangerous at all.
Egon!
- Damn... I got a hell of a fright. - Good to see you're all right.
Yes, yes. Now let's get that wrench.
And I think we need Harry too.
- Well, let's get started. - Brilliant, Kjell!
I'm not sure I want any part of it. I don't know what this is about.
- We understand, Harry. - How much money are we talking?
- 10 million. - 10 million what?
- Dollars. - American?
Of course. 10 million dollars in cash.
It's there for the taking. Black money that needs laundering.
- I beg your pardon? - 50% or no deal!
- OK. All right. - And I want to work alone.
I don't want you around.
OK. That's fine.
Brilliant, Harry. So what's the job, Egon?
- The World Bank. - What?
In the vault, Smidt Nilsen has deposited the 10 million dollars -
- and the dubious documents. We will get everything out.
But the World Bank? Can that be done?
Listen. The World Bank is guarded by specially trained armed guards.
It was designed by French architects assisted by American specialists.
Everything is secured against robbery and terrorism.
The vault is burglar-proof, fireproof and nuclear bomb-proof.
The whole place is covered by the most advanced CCTV-system.
- Come off it! - It's impossible.
Correct. It's totally impossible to break into the World Bank.
But no one has thought of how easy it is to break out of it.
Out of it?
We get locked inside when they close, take the stuff and break out.
- How do we do that? - We need a saw and a wrench.
We leave by the emergency exit to the cellar in the building next door.
It opens from both sides with a combination lock from Francis Hunter.
The one with the code you couldn't remember.
- Egon has written it down now. - I had it.
But the note was destroyed when the car exploded.
Therefore, Harry's job is to open the door from outside, electronically.
All right. We need walkie-talkies and code names. You're Victor 1, 2 and 3.
I will be George.
George. That's English for Georg. Okay?
Roger.
- Hurry, so I can go home. - All right, easy now.
- How much do you have in the van? - You can count it yourself.
I think we've got 40-50 million.
Bloody slackers. No respect.
Look at what you left behind.
Come on. This is it.
Benny, the keyhole saw.
- It's just printing paper. - All alike, those damn capitalists.
This way! Quickly.
- Hey! - Sorry.
- Careful, you moron. - I don't like this.
Shut up and come along!
Damn, there's lot of them today.
- There's no more room. - Let's leave that one, then.
Will you be finished soon? We're closing in five minutes.
Damn, Egon. Kjell isn't with us.
It's always the same with that wet-blanket.
What's that? Those lazy buggers. All they want is to go home, -
- leaving us to clean up after them.
They even destroy the wheels.
- Where is Egon? - I don't like this.
What are we going to do?
- Oh my, I was so afraid. - Stop talking. He's closing up.
Shut up, Kjell. Or I'll bin you.
Brilliant, Egon!
- I haven't forgotten my tricks. - I thought I was done for.
Relax, Kjell. You need a drink.
Is there time?
Well, cheers!
Victor 2? Calling Victor 2.
Of course! It's George.
Hi, Georgie! All right?
It's top-hole down here. We're having a beer.
I'm in the car park, standing by at the emergency exit.
- Victor 1 wants a word. - This is Victor 1.
Don't touch anything until the door is locked electronically.
- Of course. Over and out. - Hold on a second.
I'd like to send my best wishes to Valborg Jensen in Oslo -
- and let her know that I am fine.
- Do you think you can do it? - Cool down, Kjell. Of course he can.
Relax. This is a piece of cake.
They made some expense cuts. They felt the vaults were safe.
You see? If Egon can't do it, who can?
I couldn't help it, boss.
No. But why must that conceited windbag always come out on top?
Haven't I suffered enough? Struggled enough? But he won't get away.
I don't give up so easily. I never give up. I will put one over on him.
If the boss can't do it, who can?
My, oh my! Brilliant!
- What's this? - Hallandsen's documents.
He'll do anything to keep them from falling into the wrong hands.
- That fool. - Get the spanner.
- Will do. - Carry on, Kjell.
- Me? - Yes.
The coast is clear. We wait for them to come home and then...
- I can't go on. - Nonsense! This is the last bolt.
- Good job you're so tubby, Kjell. - Will you shut up!
Well, I must say! Brilliant.
Fantastic. Downright marvellous.
But we have to move on.
George calling Victor 1. Victor 1, over.
Hi, Georgie! This is Victor 2. Will you be ready?
I am ready. How are you doing? Over.
Great! It's tremendously clever. We'll be there in five minutes.
- It's huge! - Damn, Egon, it's phenomenal.
Egon!
What are we going to do?
Take it easy, boys. I'll be with you shortly.
- Thank God! - Brilliant, Egon!
We have to move on.
Thank you, mister conductor. Welcome to our studio audience.
Welcome to the viewers at home. And I know there are many tonight.
Everybody's wondering: How did we tear up that phone book last week?
It's quite simple. Even Mum can do it, to use a phrase.
You start with a little strength, a little determination.
Then hit it against your knee, and you simply tear it up.
A little strength first, determination. Simple... and easy.
George? What the hell are you up to?
I don't get this.
Will you get on with it, you bonehead?
Of all the lousy amateurs you are the worst. An expensive education.
You can't even connect a TV-set!
You can't do anything. Your electronics is just humbug!
- You're a zero! Open the door! - I can't.
There. It's as simple as that.
What are we going to do, now?
I don't get it. George always hits the nail on the head.
- The nail? George, are you there? - Yes.
- Have you removed the nail? - What nail?
There's a nail in the aerial socket.
...in Narvik, some booths still have their phonebooks...
Yes, I see. Of course. Immediately. Thank you.
- Ah... Morning, Sergeant. - Morning.
- Who was that? - The boss.
- Anything special? A message? - No.
- He asked for me, didn't he? - He wanted to speak to me.
The World Bank was robbed. He wants a report from me.
Certain things should be treated with discretion.
Yes, of course.
- But you were asked to say hello? - Hello?
- Yes. From the boss. - No.
- My, oh my, that was brilliant. - Fantastic. And nothing went wrong.
- Apart from the thing with George. - Egon, you're a genius.
Egon! One moment, please.
- What do you know about this? - About what?
- How did you know it was there? - I just thought it...
- You put it there! - Me?
That's Valborg.
She'll be glad to hear the millions are fine, and George and all that.
- It's all your fault. - I'm fed up with your whining.
All you did was sabotage my work!
Work? Good Lord. That silly wire circus?
Any problems, you call the doctor and have a breakdown! No idealism.
- I want my money! - Money is all you can talk about.
- My money! And then I'm leaving. - Here. Take what you want.
Money isn't everything. But the art of getting it...
- That's nice. - Isn't it, though?
You can get your money now, Larsen. I hope you accept dollars.
- Egon! Damn it! Look! - Our money...
- What a way to drive! Road hog! - Larsen, really!
After them! They've kidnapped Egon! And Harry.
- Let's go, Larsen. - I'll drive!
No, I'll drive! You think you're the only one who can drive. Men!
- Let's go, Larsen. - Yes. We are going to turn left.
- Then I must check my mirror. - Leave it. Go!
There it is!
- Where is he? - He went the other way.
- Back up, Mrs Jensen! - I must check the mirror first.
- After him! Squash him! - Look out, Larsen.
Hello, police? I want to report some drunken drivers.
What? No, it's not a nasty neighbour.
Help!
Drive around the block again. Hurry up!
- Where have they gone? - He drove into the hall.
- Go into the hall, Mrs Jensen. - May I put it in gear first?
Something's wrong.
- No, don't touch me! - But damn...
I never want to see you again. Never!
- But Harry... - I want nothing to do with you.
I'm going back to America. They have some law and order.
- Harry, don't you want your money? - Kjell!
If Harry takes it like that, we mustn't force him.
Mrs Jensen, this was a fantastic experience. Thank you.
Imagine to get a proper drive after all those years of boredom.
Jensen? Allow me.
Really, Mr Larsen! Oh, dear!
- What about Egon? - The police came.
As usual. Don't go, you have to go to the laundrette.
- Damn it! The police! - Now what? What about the money?
What would Egon have done?
- Have you got it now? - Just a moment.
Holm. What is this? May I ask for an explanation?
You may. We made these arrests in connection with the World Bank heist.
- Those two? - Yes. They're willing to confess.
- We're just about to begin. - Of course...
- Your full name? - Arnold F. Hansen.
With one S.
- Date of birth? - February 29, 1922.
It was a leap year.
- Holm? Do you know what this is? - It's the booty from the robbery.
But do you know what else it is? Dynamite. Political dynamite.
- I'll deal with this personally. - But the chief wanted me to
Thank you, Holm. There's one thing 25 years of service has given me, -
- which no one can take away from me. Not even the boss.
That's experience. This is a case for the Public Prosecutor.
He will appreciate good police work.
- Excuse me, but is this wise? - Experience tells me another thing.
That the World Bank job wasn't done by two amateur gangsters.
They were professionals. In fact, it reminds me of the Olsen gang.
We interrupt this program for a special police bulletin.
In connection with the World Bank robbery, the most daring -
- and elegant robbery in years, the police have arrested two men.
Both have made a full confession -
- of this robbery, and of other spectacular, unsolved thefts.
The police believe there are accomplices at large -
- and would like to hear from the owner of this hat, -
- since he may have valuable information.
- The Bedford diamonds, too? - Yes. That was a fine job.
We stole them from the Arab sheik in the middle of Town Hall Square.
But the best of all was the Ming vase. An experience for life.
- The Ming vase? - Yes, that one created a stir.
I'm sure most people still recall how elegantly we stole it.
- Good heavens! Was that you? - Of course. Who else?
Who are you, and what do you want?
Are you looking for the owner of a hat?
- Yes. Here it is. Is it yours? - Yes.
- And what is your name? - Egon Olsen.
At last. Where have you been?
- You see, we had to... - The police came.
Maybe, but you could have started the machine.
- What? - Of course.
Oh, no! This can't be true. Look at this.
Oh no! Please... This is...
- They're nil-dollar notes. - 10 million nil-dollar notes.
You did say they had to be laundered.
FAMOUS POLITICIAN ARRESTED IN BUTTER SCANDAL
What's this?
Where is everything? All the files?
Well, there aren't any cases left. Egon Olsen confessed to them all.
Right... You're packing your things?
Yes. The boss was really pleased.
I've got my own office. A little closer to his and...
I know. I've spoken to the boss just now.
- I've been transferred, too. - Where to?
- The police stables. - I'm sorry to hear that.
Listen to me, my young friend.
On your way to the top, accept a word of advice form an old copper.
Keep away from politics. All it leads to is tragedy.
You will face forces stronger than you can imagine.
Especially when it concerns export.
PEOPLE SAID IT SMELLED OF NORWEGIAN POLITICS THEN
THE UPSHOT WAS THAT THE PRICE OF BUTTER WENT UP
EGON OLSEN NEVER NOTICED THIS
HE GOT THE SAME RATION EVERY DAY