We'll rob the cigar shop in Sofies Gate.
He's always got plenty of dough in the till on Wednesdays.
We'll wait till the night watchman has finished his rounds.
We'll camouflage ourselves, -
- move cautiously and be very discreet.
We'll cut a hole in the window, so we won't sound the alarm.
Hush!
Kjell gets a glazier's diamond and a roll of tape.
Benny keeps guard.
We have to tape the hole, -
- so the glass won't fall down and make a noise.
If something unexpected happens, for God's sake don't run.
Walk away quietly as if it had nothing to do with you.
THE OLSEN GANG
So, Olsen, our ways part again.
But not for long. Unless you stick to the straight and narrow.
It would be nice to meet you under friendlier circumstances.
Have you got a match? Thank you.
The same thing goes for the other two gentlemen.
You may rest assured that I'll be keeping and eye on you.
I'd be tickled to death to lock you all up.
- Bye-bye. - My matches.
- What was that? - My matches.
Of course. Please don't think I was going to... Sorry.
Don't worry about it.
No, it hasn't been easy. It hasn't.
- Things will get better now. - That's what I keep telling you.
Egon will fix it.
We had a confirmation and the new baby, and Valborg stopped working.
Birger's got his O-levels. If Benny hadn't won big time on the tracks...
400 for a fiver.
Take it easy, fellas. I've got plans. Big plans.
- Really? - Of course.
I told you. Egon will fix everything.
Oh, shut up.
Cheers, Egon. Nice to have you back. It's been a bit quiet here.
Not for long. 'Cause Egon's got...
- Thank you! I'm on the 2nd floor? - Make yourself at home.
Connie's ticked off the calendar every day for two years.
- What is it? - Customers.
- Get off it. At this hour? - Come and have a look.
- You have to call home. - Me? Valborg called?
- Yes, it was urgent. - All right.
If you're pulling my leg, I'll... Oh, Egon! Is it you?
My little rabbit! Welcome home.
You look so skinny! Haven't they fed you?
- Are you tired? - Me? No, on the contrary.
Wonderful.
I'll be right back, fellas.
Can you lend me 50 øre?
Yes, I know, you're with Egon and your old friends.
I hate it when you're down there! Did they give you some money?
Free? Since when is beer free?
And you brought the baby! What were you thinking?
But he's fine. He's fast asleep.
Sure, I can do that. Hang on.
A big pack of washing powder. And a bunch of parsley.
What about half a bottle of schnapps? No. Of course not.
- Fellas, meeting! - What's that?
- Get up here! - All right!
And you'll come straight home.
And if you dare go up in that... pit...
Turn of that gadget. I've got presents for everybody.
- How have you been? - He's a bit pale.
- We'll have to fatten him up. - Skinny roosters and...
Thank you, girls. How nice to see familiar faces.
- Where's Ulla? - Working. She's new here.
- She's our film star. - My fiancée. I'm her manager.
- Let's... - No, no! Thank you, girls.
You'll have to buzz off. We've got a business meeting.
Off you go!
- I have to go. Valborg's waiting... - We've got things to discuss.
- I figured it was important... - This is more important.
Listen, fellas, how'd you like to become millionaires?
- What's the plan? - I've got a great idea.
Brilliant. I told you. Egon will...
A bit of pocket money would be nice.
This is a matter of millions, not frigging pocket money.
- Brilliant, Egon. - A couple of millions for each.
- I really have to go... - Shut up. You're interrupting Egon.
This is huge. It's on an international level.
Is it porn? I knew it! That's brilliant, Egon. Brilliant.
Ulla, my fiancée, has been offered a contract abroad, and...
- No, no, no! - No, of course not.
But it could've been a bit brilliant.
- Can I help you? - No, thank you.
It's easy to find what you want. It's divided into groups.
That's the department for gentlemen and ladies.
There it's ladies and gentlemen. Here, ladies and ladies.
Here, gentlemen and gentlemen.
And over there it's the latest news with animals and things.
- What do you want? - Donald Duck.
I'll get it for you. Here. 1,50. Thank you.
I have to talk to my manager first.
What do you want a manager for? With your talents and equipment.
- I promised not to sign anything. - You'll be a world-wide success.
- Don't miss this chance. - Bye-bye.
Fancy piece, eh, Mummy? What a looker.
- Sorry. I'm so sorry. - Don't worry about it, dearie.
Gentlemen always become a bit clumsy when they're in here.
- Is this you? - You want my autograph?
DC Hermansen. Please come along with me.
The old stuff was no good. We have to change our style.
- Go upmarket. - You'll fix it, Egon.
I studied the methods that are used abroad, when I was in prison.
- I have to go shopping. - I have an appointment with Ulla.
Take it easy, fellas. This time they won't get hold of us.
Take a picture like that. You say your fiancé took it.
But how can the young man in the picture take a photo -
- at the same time as he's... How can you explain that?
A self-timing release.
Hermansen speaking. Hello, sir. Yes, sir.
I've got someone in for questioning. We'll be finished soon.
I've made some very useful observations.
At once? Very well, sir. Goodbye, sir.
Thank you, you may leave now. I don't want to warn you again.
Have you got some new ones? We're done with these.
What did he want? He can't just...
He was cute. Don't you think I should sign that contract?
- I'll get five grand for it. - We've got other plans. Big ones.
- What kind of plans? - A change of style. Going upmarket.
We'll go abroad and start our own business. Don't tell anyone.
- Daddy'll be a millionaire soon. - Oh, yeah?
Count on it. Egon's got a great plan.
- Sir. - A very important job for you.
- I'd hate to let this one go. - It's just for a week.
- But I've just found a lead... - Sit down.
- What's it about, sir? - This.
- What ever is that? - The so-called Imperial Centrepiece.
One of the showpieces among the Hohenzoller crown jewels.
During the German cultural week, German treasures will be exhibited.
One of the main attractions is the Imperial Centrepiece.
- It's worth 12 million kroner. - God Almighty.
It's been British owned since 1918, -
- but has recently been bought back by patriotic German businessmen.
- What does it depict? - The Virgin of Loreley.
She's set in pure gold. Below her you can see the Rhine.
The wave is made of pearls, amethysts and emeralds.
Very life-like. And on the top there's a sacrificial bowl in gold.
So it's not just a matter of the pecuniary value of this work of art.
Strong national feelings are at stake, and nothing must go wrong.
It might have serious consequences. NATO, the Common Market...
There are extensive technical security measures.
But the minister has asked for one of my best men to supervise it all.
That's you, Hermansen. I have confidence in you.
- I have great plans for you. - Thank you, sir.
The government is personally interested. God be with you.
Thank you very much, sir.
My mistake, sir.
All doors and windows are burglar-proof.
The wiring has been changed and tested.
We've put up a No Parking sign outside -
- to ensure full view and full control. And the glass case...
Wishing to strengthen the bond of friendship between our countries -
- which not least has expressed itself in the cultural area, -
- I am pleased and honoured to declare this exhibition open.
It's a brand-new construction. If someone touches the case -
- it sinks into a safety vault.
The alarm goes off. All doors close automatically, -
- and an alarm goes off in number 19 and at the German embassy.
It's as good as fool-proof. I'd dare anyone to try.
It'll be an easy and comfortable job. You can sit here watching everything.
Fine.
- Are you sure it's worth 12 million? - Be quiet. Don't show interest.
Well, Olsen. You might as well give up beforehand.
Oh, is that you, Hermansen?
- It's no use, Olsen. - What do you mean?
It's not a job for butterfingered two-bit amateurs.
- You've misunderstood something. - We're just visiting the exhibition.
- We're very interested. - Are we allowed a bit of culture?
- Come on, fellas. - Just remember one thing, Olsen.
I'm here. All the time.
My God! The Canary Islands! Are you serious?
It must look like a ordinary holiday. That's part of the plan.
I always wanted to go there. But Kjell could never afford it.
- Ulla's going, too. - No. No!
It's a fundamental principle. No women.
- Women spoil everything. - Yes, but I promised.
- Can't I come either? - This is our great chance.
When we've finished this job, we're millionaires.
If I can't go, neither can Kjell. What nonsense.
We have to put up with everything...
- All right! It's a deal. - Ulla, too? Brilliant.
There's a flight Wednesday at 19.45. Benny, you'll get the tickets.
I'll never get ready. I haven't anything to wear, and the kids.
It has to be Wednesday. The exhibition only lasts a week.
- It's just too soon. - No, no, no! This won't do!
Try to understand. This is a matter of millions.
We can't be worried about trifles. We're going upmarket now.
We need vigour, determination, boldness and courage.
Is it dangerous? If it's dangerous, I won't let Kjell do it.
It's not dangerous, it's difficult. We've got lots of work to do.
- Every minute is valuable. - I'll see what we've got to wear.
- Timing is of the essence here. - What's that?
We have to be punctual. The haul is on Wednesday.
Late, so we'll be out of here before anyone discovers what's happened.
Brilliant.
All details must be carefully planned. Each of us has his tasks.
Benny gets the cars. Your car to the airport, and Connie's.
- And Kjell, your job is to... - Cancel the paper, mend the shoes.
- We have to help each other. - Sure.
2,36.
26 seconds.
Eight metres.
- What's going on? - They say it's a new highway.
- It's always been a fast one. - It's all right.
- What's that? - Dynamite.
- Isn't it dangerous? - Nonsense.
We'll make a hollow charge. We need less explosives then.
We'll try with 100 grammes.
5 grammes will do the job.
Drammensveien: 2,12. Bygdøy Allé: 3,50.
Sjølystveien to the airport: 9,40.
Everything has been measured, tested and timed.
You both get a synchronised watch.
Both of you have a schedule which must be followed accurately.
- Any questions? - What's that?
- Any questions? - Can I buy perfume on board?
Can I have my compasses? For geometry.
- We're leaving tomorrow, Birger. - I doubt it.
There, there! Concentrate, or you'll screw up.
- That's what I mean. - Quiet, Birger.
Anything else? The girls and the kids will wait for us at the airport.
- You got the tickets? - I just need to pick them up.
- They're 4,398 kroner. - How much?
Eight tickets. Sun Travel, Las Palmas. 4,398 kroner.
- Did you pay them? - How the hell would I do that?
If we had that much money, we wouldn't need to do... all this.
Why didn't you pay them? Getting the tickets was your job.
Did you think you'd get them for free?
- I'm broke. - You could've tried to get it.
What? Well, of course, but... Ulla! We have to get hold of Ulla.
- Is Ulla up? - Sure. Just a moment.
Ulla? Hi, Ulla. I think maybe you should sign that contract.
That way you'll get 5,000. You see...
Lovely fur coat. Brilliant. How'd you get hold of it?
- I signed the contract. - What? But did you... Have you...
- At last. Did you ..? - Just a sec.
Hansen, how would you like for once...
...for old times' sake, to lend us 4,398 kroner.
4,000, then.
Me never lend money. So me have many friends always.
Then we only have one option.
No, not that.
- I knew it. - Oh, you're awake?
We didn't want to wake you up. Go back to sleep, son.
Good night, Birger. Sweet dreams.
- You forgot something. - What? Oh, right.
Smart clock.
Don't play with your inventions at night. You've woken the baby.
What are you doing here in the middle of the night?
Trying to get hold of my pass book. But I caught them.
We just wanted to borrow...
Are you stealing from your own son? I won't put up with it!
- We're going to the Canary Islands. - Not with my money.
It's your dad you're talking to. You must chip in, too.
- How old are you, son? - 14.
Fine. The boy's a minor. He can't freely dispose of his means.
The family will dispose of his means to his own best. It's a done deal.
See you tomorrow at 19.00 hours.
Good night, then.
Off we go.
- Excuse me, do you have the time? - It's a quarter past seven, son.
- No, it's 12 past. - It is? I guess so.
14,5. It's here.
- Damn! Give me the tools, fast! - Coming.
We have to put on a new bit. It's no good.
We'll just lift it up until we've passed.
Tape measure, quickly.
Eight metres, it's here. Quickly.
I'll give it to you if you dare.
The nippers, fast.
- They should be here soon. - Pah! They won't come.
Of course Daddy will come, when he's promised to. Ulla! We're here!
Am I late? I was so sick. Vomiting and nauseous.
Don't worry. I get butterflies even if I'm just going to visit my mum!
- I'm proud of you, fellas. - You did it. You're a genius.
What? We're 30 seconds late.
- Bloody hell. - Drive, man!
- We're out of petrol. - Odd. I filled it up for 5 kroner.
Just trust your Daddy, son. We'll be fine.
- Sorry, you can't park here. - No. We have a plane to catch.
We're in a hurry. We're 30 seconds late.
I see. Can I see your license and the registration papers?
- Hermansen! What is this? - The mechanism stopped working.
Who set off the alarm? Has someone been arrested?
I didn't see it. I wasn't here. I was in the street, sir.
- What were you doing there? - Someone had parked illegally.
- Well done. - Thank you, sir.
This looks bad. Backlash in the steering wheel.
The axles are worn. The lights don't work. The tyres are worn down.
Calm down, Mr Ambassador.
I'm sure it's just a misunderstanding or a boyish prank.
- I have to call Bonn immediately. - Calm down. Everything will be fine.
I hope so, Mr Chief Superintendent.
- Argh! Hermansen! - Yes, sir.
Close the borders. All airfields and harbours must be guarded.
Red alert in all departments. This crime must be solved.
I'll run the operations myself. Keep me posted day and night.
Damn. What is this?
It's just me, sir. I've found a lead.
- At this hour? - There you go, sir.
"For my dear Benny. Thank you for last night. Your Ulla."
It was in the shaft. One of the burglars lost it. Probably Benny.
- Look at him... - Hush!
- What's he doing? Who is he? - He's a member of the Olsen Gang.
It must be the Olsen Gang.
Impossible. This job's international. It's not the work of Norwegians.
I won't have it. It'll be in the papers tomorrow, so just forget it.
They are ex-convicts.
Really? Well, we have to get hold of the culprits no matter what.
- Damn! Get to work! - Thank you, sir.
Keep me posted. Get a move on.
Yes, sir.
My mistake, sir.
- We'd better give up. - Valborg wants a divorce.
And Ulla's really depressed.
- This is all your fault. - I didn't mean it like that.
Dimwits, numskulls. If the girls complain, you give up.
But we mustn't give up! We can still do this.
The battle is lost, but we can win another one, if we stick together.
We have to act now. Quickly, resolutely and boldly.
- Brilliant, Egon. - Are you coming? Right, then.
Come on, Kjell.
Aren't we a bit close to the police station?
Help!
Help me!
- Easy, Kjell. - Just keep still.
- Yes, quite still. - Look me in the eyes.
Hello? Who is it?
What's going on?
- Have you seen the papers? - You're crazy!
- The front page! - Come on up and see.
- Where is he? - Hello, Valborg. Hi.
Is he up there? This is it. I won't put up with it anymore.
He doesn't give a damn about me and he steals from our boy.
He leaves the baby outside while he visits those tarts.
- Don't you want ..? - No. I'm going home to my mother.
All my stuff is packed anyway.
"The Chief of Police says he has no doubt that -
- organised criminals from abroad are behind this robbery, -
- and we agree with him."
"The haul was carried outwith such boldness and imagination, -
- that it cannot be ascribed to any local criminals."
- What? Who wrote that? - Mikael Grundt Spang.
- Damn hack. What does he know? - Featherbrain.
Typical. It's only foreigners that count. Swedes and Danes.
Don't get upset, Egon.
We'll show them. Come on.
- Where is he? - Hi, Ulla.
Is he upstairs?
- There he is. - Hi, Ulla. Hi. Ouch!
- You fathead! - What is it?
I'm pregnant and it's your fault, you clumsy oaf.
- Is it true? - They say it's a breach of contract.
They want their money back. I had to send back my fur coat.
- But how ..? - It was that night.
That wasn't my fault. The self-timing release didn't work.
There you go. I think we need it. Cheers.
Valborg said hello. She's gone to her mother's.
- What's that? - She was a bit... upset.
That's not possible. She's gone?
I don't know. She took the pram and left.
- What can I do? - Easy, Kjell. Calm down.
The pram!
Ha! There they are!
Stop! Stop, in His Majesty's name!
- Where are they? The Olsen Gang? - Haven't seen them.
Stop! That's my car!
Where's the phone?
Operator? Operator? Have you got 50 øre?
Go south. We have to catch them on a train station.
- I can't believe she left. - Easy, Kjell. Don't mope.
- Women only respect real men. - Mustn't let them tyrannize you.
Don't put up with everything.
Poor boys. We can't let them get caught.
- Come on, girls, let's get them! - Yes!
There, there. Everything will be fine.
I don't think so. I'll never see him again!
We're onto them. We'll get them. They're driving in a stolen car.
Really? Well, catch those criminals, even if it's a wild goose chase.
We've got hold of the real guys.
We've found a very suspicious- looking, darkish person.
Not exactly a Negro, more sort of coloured.
- Step on it, Benny. - It'll only go 140.
- Did you fill it up? - Oh no, dammit.
We'd better do it now.
- Fill her up. - Make it fast.
Yes, yes, yes.
- Thank you. - That's 48,50.
What? Oh, right.
- Is there a phone I can use? - Sure.
Help!
- Faster! - I can't go any faster.
There they are.
Car trouble? Can we help you?
Yes, thank you. I live right over here.
- It's just the coil. - Oh, I see.
- There. I'll try to start it. - Thanks a lot.
Sounds much better now. No! Bring back my car!
There they are!
- Now what? - Damn. No petrol.
- You just filled her up. - Oh, Jesus Christ...
In His Majesty's name! But it's not them!
I was just going to call you.
Yes? Yes. Yes.
We'll make a road block. What's the number?
They're driving a black Mercedes, 16-79-60. Over and out. Go on.
- I need to take a leak. - We haven't got time for it. Go!
The police are after you.
Hello? Hermansen here. Fine.
Oh? The car was empty?
They must be close by. Get your people out there.
I'm afraid I'm busy right now.
They must be arrested at all costs. But they can be dangerous.
Okay.
Time to make an arrest.
They're dangerous. Remember the rule: shoot first, arrest later.
- Quickly. Suck. - It tastes awful.
Good thing we caught up on you.
- Benny, Ulla misses you so much. - She loves you.
- Really? - Shut up! Suck.
Run!
What did the old man say? Shoot first, ask afterwards.
There you are. In His Majesty's name, you're under arrest.
Anything you say will be used against you. You think you're so smart.
But you can't fool me. Get into the car.
H-20 calling. H-20 calling. Get me Headquarters. The boss personally.
Hello, sir. I'm calling to tell you that we have just...
It's one of ours. Let them through!
That must have been the flying patrol.
Here they come. Block the road. Be prepared.
We stopped a suspicious person. His van looked like a whorehouse.
The insolence! Let me talk to him.
Hermansen? What's the meaning of this?
Pull yourself together. You're on the wrong track.
Yes, I'll deal with it. We've arrested the centrepiece robber.
Just get those trifles down there straightened up, will you?
Calm down, Mum.
- Hey, stop! It's ours! - What's that?
- The pram is ours. We need it. - Have you got a receipt?
A receipt? We're not travelling, but we need it.
- You can't have it. - It's my son's pram.
You can't have it without a luggage receipt.
We've got to find Valborg.
No, but... But, Kjell! How nice. Can you forgive me?
- Yes, of course. - Daddy's here!
We'll have such a nice time at Granny's.
Darling, have you got the receipt? For the pram.
- Why? - The others are waiting outside...
- The others? - We need the pram.
Is that why you came? I've been crying and everything.
And you just want to steal your son's pram.
But we're going to be millionaires. We're going to the Canary Islands.
Tickets, please. Are you the one who's paying for the two gentlemen?
Me? No, I have no money. Perhaps my wife does.
- Wife? I don't know him. - Darling...
Never seen him before. He says he's a millionaire, and he can't pay!
But Valborg, don't you understand.. Birger and Basse, you know Daddy.
Right?
If you can't pay, you have to get off at the next station.
We can't have passengers who can't pay.
- Now what? - We might as well give up.
Listen. I've got a plan. You two sneak into the luggage wagon.
Hello, sir. Yes, it's Hermansen.
I'm just calling to report a... Sir, there's a train coming.
You there, stop! In His Majesty's name!
- Step on it, man. - All right.
- Drive, you fathead. - It won't go any faster.
- Enough. I won't put up with it. - I'm stepping on it, all right?
I surrender. I've had it.
I have a wife and children. I'm innocent. I've had enough.
- I want to go home. - In... His Majesty's Name...
I'm quitting. I have other things on my mind than this nonsense.
- Nonsense? You'd better shut up. - I'm going to be a father.
"I'm going to be a father." You're too dim for that, too.
Drive yourself, then, you scumpot!
- Come on, drive, you moron. - No, I won't.
Help!
There's the ferry.
We mustn't give up. We have to stick together.
This is our chance. It's what we've dreamt of and fought for.
We have suffered, sweated, bled, cried and worked.
Together, in trust and agreement.
We mustn't let each other down now, when the goal is in sight.
Now that we hold the reward in our trembling, praying -
- and grateful hands. Just look.
Benny! You must come home. I've got a flat on Lambertseter.
Kjell!
Hermansen! I'm very disappointed in you.
Your reports have been muddled and incoherent.
And now you're telling me you crashed with a piano.
What utter nonsense!
And while you're wasting time, you leave everything to me.
I've even solved that porn case of yours.
Go back to Oslo and report for duty as a constable.
I'm taking over this case myself.
Don't move.
Hello? Yes, this is the police station.
What? A piano transport van?
I thought it strange that we could buy a removal van for 5 kroner.
- He needed money for the ferry. - When's the ferry?
Fine. I'll come right away.
Follow that man! Get him, dead or alive.
Yes, sir!
I just want to deliver a parcel.
Receipt, please. In case there's a reward.
Come on, Kjell.
Stop! Stop!