- There. The Coliseum. - Coliseum, can't you see it?
- Sure. - Nobody has attempted it before.
No. The cinemas are going to hell. They're as empty as the Treasury.
Some cinemas are doing better than others. Such as the Coliseum.
- It's not dangerous, is it, Egon? - No. Everything is planned.
- Have they got a safe in there? - A Franz Jäger. Piece of cake.
Phenomenal. Old Franz. Can't we bring Dynamite Harry?
- Never. - He can blow it for us.
- It's much faster that way. - He's an unreliable drunk.
He's bettered his ways. He's sobered up.
It'd mean a lot to him if he could be in on it.
- You haven't promised anything? - No, I just said that...
Tell him it's off. We're following my plan.
We'll start Sunday night after the last show.
That way we'll get the money from the whole weekend.
OCCUPIED
- Sorry, I enjoyed it so much. - We have important things to do!
Easy, Harry. Ready for action.
Get going!
Egon, you said it was a Franz Jäger from Berlin. This is a Johan Olsen.
- And that's... - Hands off!
Kjell, Gillette.
Brilliant, Egon.
Careful.
Talc.
Gloves.
Stethoscope.
Hello! It's me! I've come to the rescue.
- Pull yourself together. - You forgot to wake me up.
I just sat there. My own brother.
- Benny. What is this? - What? This... I didn't...
You said we'd meet in the toilet.
Exactly. And I just sat there. Is that the safe we're blowing?
It's an insult to an artist like me.
- Benny, get him out of here. Now. - Come on, Harry. You'd better...
- Better what? - He doesn't want you here.
You think Egon can open a safe? Oh, no. You'll need Harry.
- Out of my way, amateurs! - Amateur? Get him out, now!
Get him out of here, fast.
Come on, Harry. This isn't a job for you. We'll let Egon deal with it.
Egon? What does he think? Does he think it's his safe?
Let go of me, Benny. Make room for some private initiative.
- Now what? - Easy. Everything's under control.
Oh, hell. I forgot the beers.
THE OLSEN GANG AND DYNAMITE HARRY RUN AMUCK
Egon?
What are you doing here? What do you want?
I want to welcome you back to society. To life and liberty.
- Thank you. - Was it bad?
- Well... - Can you forgive me?
- Of course I can. - Thank you, Egon!
- How are you, Egon? - Well...
I've had a bad time. Haven't touched a drop for eight months.
I've felt terribly guilty. But let's forget about me.
Today is your day. Your great day, Egon.
- I'll carry your stuff. - We have to wait for the others.
- Benny and Kjell will pick me up. - They've let you down.
Awful thing to say about one's own brother, but Benny's a scumbag.
- He's gone legit. - What's happened?
What has happened is that you and I are alone now.
We are completely alone. But have courage.
I'll help you, Egon.
We'll walk. No, we won't, we'll take the tram.
Hi, Egon. Jesus, you escaped?
- At last. Where are they? - At work.
They're completely straight.
Is that you, Egon? It's been ages. You didn't escape, I hope?
No, but I demand an explanation.
- Where are Benny and Kjell? - Didn't you know?
You're always in jail when things happen. They work in a supermarket.
- A supermarket? - Yes, almost.
Benny's engaged to the shopkeeper's daughter.
- They met at a dance. - Some dance.
Ladies night at the inn. And the lights went.
Brilliant. We'll close shop for two weeks and send Father to a home.
Then we'll fly on the wings of love to the sunny shores of Spain.
Swimming pool and moonlit nights. Here you go.
Everything's bought and timed. Timing is my principle.
Something's wrong. There are five tickets. You said it was just us.
We have to bring Kjell, Valborg and Basse. We need people to talk to.
- Two weeks is a long time. - You think of everything, Benny.
That's the way, sugar. Let Daddy take care of things.
- Kjell? - Yes, Benny?
- Hurry up, we're closing. - Sure thing.
- Franzen? Five minutes to go. - Relax, Father.
Father... I don't want to hear that word during opening hours.
- I agree, Father. - I'll just sweep the floor.
And the cellar is a mess. The bottles must be filled and labelled.
Relax. Kjell and I will fill the bottles and sort it out tomorrow.
You said that yesterday and today and you'll say it again tomorrow.
But I'm the boss around here. We've got customers.
Relax, Father. Leave it to me.
Can I help you?
Right, you'll close up, Father. Bye, sugar.
Sweet dreams about little Benny. Bye-bye, Father.
- Isn't he wonderful? - I don't know.
- Are you sure he's the right one? - Yes, Dad.
I wish you'd find someone with a university degree.
- Wipe your feet. - Is it true that Egon..?
- He's in there. - Oh, damn...
Hi, Egon. Old chum. Blimey, are you out?
What a nice surprise. Kjell, look who's here. Egon.
Hello. Nice to see you. Really swell.
- Have they just let you out? - Yes, today at 2.30 p.m.
Today? Already? My, time flies.
Eight months just whiz by.
Sit down, lads. I'll get coffee and cream cakes.
You'll stay for coffee, Egon? Sit down and relax.
We'll have a snifter just like in the old days. How's it going?
- Well... - Phenomenal, Egon.
- We're just fine, too. - Yes, we're just fine.
- Benny's become engaged. - So I heard.
- And he's the assistant manager. - Old, well-reputed firm.
- And I'm head of supplies. - How nice for you.
- Yes, we're just fine. - We're in clover.
Hey, maybe we could find a job for Egon, too.
Are you crazy? You must know that wouldn't do.
- And you? Any plans for the future? - Yes.
Phenomenal, Egon.
- Look. - Been nailing wooden horses?
- No, this is the plan of my life. - Move that horrid parcel, Egon.
Make room for the cakes. Your favourites, Kjell. Cream and all.
You must taste this. Benny's own moonshine, right from the freezer.
- We've got a deep freezer now. - Banana flavoured.
Cigar, Olsen? Just like in the old days.
Look what Daddy's got in his pocket: Tickets to Majorca.
- In 10 days. Palms and barbecues. - I haven't got anything to wear.
You look best with your clothes off anyway, Valborg.
What about me? Who's bought a ticket for me?
For you? That's no good, Egon.
My father-in-law's not coming, but we have to think of Ragna.
- Ragna's very sensitive. - So I'm on my own here?
That's the thanks I get for doing time for you and your idiot brother.
You mustn't grudge us a trip south. You'll be fine.
Society takes care of the likes of you. Social workers and homes...
Quiet!
I've got a brilliant plan that can make millionaires of all of us!
And all you can think of is cream and bananas.
- Egon, don't take it so badly. - But I do. I'm serious.
Either you're in, or I'm out of here. And then you're on your own.
Will you pop in once in a while?
Egon, you've got it wrong. You're always welcome here in our home.
Kjell's and... Look. Here's a tenner, go and have some fun.
What did I tell you? Scumbags, all of them.
But don't be sad.
Have faith. Trust me. Trust Harry.
I know how you feel, Egon. That's how I feel, too.
They've let me down, too. More than you. They've cut me off.
I'm not good enough for them. We've been let down.
We're so lonely. Nobody to talk to. Everybody just thinks of themselves.
It's only I who thinks of... me.
Just sit down and relax. Make yourself comfy.
Not that chair! It's lost a leg. Lean it against the wall.
You must be hungry. Starving and thirsty.
Yes. I wont refuse a beer.
Oh, no. impossible. No beer gets within these four walls.
No beers in my house. Beer is the root of all evil.
Beer was my misfortune. You knew me. In my earlier life.
All I could think of was beer. Beer and schnapps and girls...
And worse things. I practically rolled in bottles and beer.
I almost drowned in beer. I was going down for the third time.
I drank like a fish, a complete drunk.
And I got all my friends, all my good friends, into trouble.
Oh, no. You can't have a beer. But you can have a soda pop.
Here. And I've got something else for you.
You can have a cigar.
A fine, old cigar. Got it off someone who quit smoking.
Just make yourself comfortable. Forget those two scumbags.
You'll be fine, Egon. You've got the brains. You're a genius.
The others are just a millstone round your neck.
What about Kjell, that pot-belly. He just trailed after you.
Staring at you with those wet puppy eyes.
And Benny. The only thing he can do is say "brilliant".
- Anyone can say "brilliant". - So I'm all on my own.
- No, you're not. You've got me. - You?
Yes. And I've got a present for you. And you know what it is?
A safe. An old model from Franz Jäger in Berlin.
Almost like the one I screwed up for you at the Coliseum.
I could've blown it any time, but I saved it for you.
- Anything in it? - They say the owner's filthy rich.
Well, I do need finances to finance the big heist.
- I've got a plan. - You've got a plan?
- Exactly. - Is it to do with millions?
- How did you know? - Isn't it always?
- Well, yes. Where is it? - At Linderen.
Look. There's a map. Here you are.
- Did you measure it up? - Yes, everything's timed.
Let's do it, then. We move tomorrow night.
Brilliant, Egon!
It's a cat. It's a cat, I said. Hush!
The window must be behind the stairs.
It's my nerves, you know. Sometimes they just click.
- Perhaps I'd better go home. - Shut up and hold the light still!
- Come on! - No, you must do it.
I need someone to hand me the rubber gloves and the stethoscope.
- Hurry up, Egon. - Hold the light still.
- Nice gift. Neat safe, eh? - Oh, shut up.
What the hell are you doing here?
- We're working. - And you?
I'm working. What's with the costumes?
- We're pouring lye into bottles. - The safe!
I see, Egon. You're... That's our safe.
Oh, it's your safe? Congratulations. Bills and half a bottle of gin.
So this is the well-reputed firm?
The assistant manager and the head of supplies are bottling lye.
Egon's right. Not a penny. Where does the old man put the money?
- Let's tidy up. Someone might come. - Nobody's coming. Look.
This is where he hides it, that old goat. Want a swig?
Hands up! At last I caught you.
- We haven't done anything. - You beast!
- You stole my best years. - I haven't stolen anything.
Beast! Oh, Daddy, I'm so sorry.
Don't be. It's not to late to find someone with a university degree.
- Serves them right. Scumbags. - Thanks for the tip.
- Don't mention it. - Right, it's not worth it.
Stop it, Kjell. Get a grip.
We'll be fine, we haven't done anything wrong.
- We're innocent. - We bloody well are.
This is a miscarriage of justice.
Basse? Basse? Jesus...
You've given us a lot of problems, but this is the worst.
- You know Kjell's in prison? - Yes. Where's Basse?
Poor Basse will grow up with a convict for a father.
- I have no clothes for the holiday. - They were caught red-handed.
- They'll have to answer for it. - It's always you who gets caught.
I don't want any changes. It's not fair. Turn yourself in.
It's high time.
There you are, at last. Is that your moped?
- Did you trim it? - Sure.
- How fast does it go? - About 60.
- Does it make a lot of noise? - If I remove the muffler.
Have you got a nail? This long, and round.
This'll do. We're in a hurry. We have to free Benny and your dad.
- How? - I've got a plan.
I'm the only non-policeman who knows how prison transports work.
At 1 p.m. the questioning is over, and the prisoner is transferred.
The car starts at 1.50 p.m. and always takes the same route.
That car must be stopped, and we need the help of the police.
So, enter Basse.
Patrol 14 to HQ and all cars.
The prisoners in transport PT565 have escaped.
All cars head in this direction.
HQ to all cars. The prisoners in transport PT565 have escaped.
All cars in this direction. Over.
Where did it happen? The prisoners.
The prisoners? They're in the back.
- Look. Nobody escaped. - We got a report.
It's rubbish.
We have to clear the street and move on.
- Come on, quick! - Egon, is that you?
- Shut up! Come on. You too, Kjell. - Come on, Kjell.
- What's with him? - He's in shock.
Are you the prison transport? They're gone.
Nonsense, we just checked.
Come in, the door's open.
Is it you, Basse?
- Mrs. Jensen? - How dare you?
Get out right away. What a way to come barging in.
- Sorry, but... - I don't buy from door salesmen.
- Out, or I'll call the police. - We are from the police.
The police? Great. Maybe I can get an explanation.
- Of what? - How long you'll keep my husband.
We're going south. I need a tan. I can't be white as a sheet.
- You don't know where he is? - No, but maybe you do.
You put him in prison. I'm not sure his nerves can take it.
I won't put up with it! Why must that... walrus lie on my sofa?
If you think I'll put up with it, you've come to the right person.
- Can't you see he's not well? - So what?
I suffered for eight months. Did anybody think about me?
Did anyone lend me a hand? Oh, no.
Certainly not these slackers. And you call them friends?
The shop was miles away.
He, who waits for something good, does not wait in vain.
- Get it out. Out. - Relax, Harry. Just a few beers.
Beers! In my home? Why do you think I suffered for eight months?
Now I see my own brother drinking beer in my house. Get out!
- Either the beer goes, or I go. - Bye, then.
- What? - Yes.
What the hell shall we do about Kjell? Will a beer help?
Nope.
I'm coming. Where am I? What happened?
Egon? Are you here? They arrested you, too?
No, you're not in prison anymore.
- Valborg. - Egon set us free.
- Brilliant. Just take it easy. - What shall we do, Egon?
- We've lost our jobs and everything. - That was a bad thing to do, Egon.
- Getting us into trouble like that. - Out of trouble, you mean.
- I saw your fiancée. - Maybe she wasn't exactly...
- No, she wasn't. - But apart from that it was fine.
But I have a better idea.
Just a bottle of gin. Nothing valuable. No previous convictions.
- Yes, but... - Let them go. It's not important.
At last I've been authorised to use all available staff.
That goes for you, too. It's the most important case in my career.
This is a big thing. The biggest one we've attempted yet.
My cellmate was the lawyer the money launderers got rid off, -
- because he knew too much.
And the things he knew I know now.
I've worked on this job for eight months.
So now I know who the top guy is.
I've worked on this case for eight months. Now I know who's at the top.
Who the leader of the international money launderers is.
Everything points to this house in Lysaker.
H.C. Hallansen's company. Import and export of frozen goods.
Cold storages and freezer trucks driving all over Scandinavia.
Excellent camouflage for illegal traffic across borders.
On the outside the company is quite legal and very well-reputed.
But we've discovered certain strange facts.
The area around the company's office is extremely well-guarded.
The company has its own security force.
They control all in- and outgoing traffic and make frequent rounds.
Secondly, gentlemen, Hallansen often receives visitors from abroad.
These visitors are all well-known from Interpol's archives.
Big and small sharks from the international black market.
We've followed them for a long time and we know all their movements.
This is Hallansen. Damn the lamp. He's undoubtedly the biggest shark.
Behind him you'll notice the safe. Hallansen's safe.
This is a state-of-the-art safe. Russian precision work.
Fireproof and burglar-proof. You must know the code to open it.
Back to square one. Without the code.
With the code. I'm the only person apart from Hallansen who knows it.
That's why they got rid of the lawyer. He knew too much.
There's an electronic alarm system for the safe and the office.
It's no good, then. With all the electronics and the security men...
Tommyrot. We'll fix it. It's worse that the police are onto him.
So it's essential that we get to him before the police does.
- Kjell? - Yes, I'll... Egon, the police?
Gentlemen. This is the place. The canal runs here.
This is the head quarter.
This is our listening post that constantly observes all movements.
We've been able to observe and take photographs and bug the phone.
Everything I'm telling you now is strictly confidential.
The listening post is vital but it's not authorised by the courts.
We'll be in big trouble if the press finds out.
So I insist that everything remains within these four wall.
Not a sound to anyone. Not to anyone.
Yes? Hello, madam. No, the detective isn't here today.
Of course, I'll tell him to call you. Sure.
- That was his ball and chain. - I thought this place was a secret.
The police are up there with cameras, listening equipment and binoculars.
And that is the main building. We'll get off on the pier.
Climb the ladder. Walk through the cold storage and up to the 3rd floor.
The offices are there, and the safe. With 6-10 million in black money.
And that's what were after.
Between 6-10 million kroner in black money, gentlemen.
Which Hallansen will find it very difficult to account for.
Hallansen is planning to escape before things get too sticky here.
So we have to strike at the right time.
Apparently Hallansen is going to meet his German counterpart here.
And they plan to escape together.
And when he comes, it's time to strike.
When this is over, we can retire and enjoy our old age.
- Rest on our laurels. - What do you think of that, Kjell?
- We'll never have to..? - That's what he's saying.
After this job it'll be Eldorado for us. Relaxing under the palms.
- Go to work and... - Come off it, Kjell.
- You can do what you like, Kjell. - Brilliant, Egon.
Fine, we're in agreement. Lets get to work.
We need two uniform caps, one overall, two leather coats, -
- one suit, one remote controlled tank, 1 cup of peas and a motor boat.
And that will cost 15,853 kroner and 20 øre.
- You're mad, Egon. 15,000? - If we had that much...
Easy. I've fixed it. The small insurance company Trofast.
We don't need that much money, so it's just what we need.
The safe has no combination lock, so we have to blow it.
We can ask Harry. It's time he started working again.
- Where is he? - I don't know what's up with him.
He disappears every time we have a beer.
- Is Mr Hallander here? - No.
- I have an appointment at 12. - There must be some mistake.
- No, I'm quite sure. - Come back tomorrow.
I can't do it. Something's clicking above my eyes.
- Easy, Harry. You can do it. - Don't push me.
- A beer will calm your nerves. - A beer? Don't mention beer!
- Calm down. - Okay.
This one goes here, and these go in here.
And this one goes there. And then it's... Take cover.
And all that.
Strange.
No! I'll be damned! It's the same thing every time.
Don't blame my brother. Something's wrong with the wiring.
- Fix it, then. - Everything's ready.
This one goes here. And that one goes down there.
And this one goes... nowhere. I think everything's ready now.
- I can't do it! - I'll take over.
You are a numskull! A ten-inch numskull!
You nincompoop. You incompetent moron.
You can't do anything right.
You're a twit, a ninny, a jackass, a dingbat.
You're a damn socialist. I'm finished with you.
Egon! Look, Egon! It worked!
Egon, look! Harry!
- I have an appointment. - Didn't you hear me the first time?
- Come back tomorrow. - But it is tomorrow now.
- It's 10 past 12 now. - I can't help you.
- You'll have to go to the office. - There's nobody at this hour.
No, but you'll have to come again tomorrow morning.
If you say so. Sorry to disturb you.
That's that. ls the motor all right?
- It's ticking away. - Did you fill up the tank?
- Sure, I filled her up. - And the key?
- Here. - Take good care of it.
Now we just need to check the night watchman's rounds.
- Who'll do it? - Benny and I'll take care of it.
What the heck?
We have to read the gas meter. ls Mrs Hansen at home?
- No, she... - Are you her son from Gjøvik?
- Yes. - She's been worried about you.
She thought you'd fallen in with a bad set. Is that your friend?
- I thought so. - This is crazy.
I can't get to the meter. It's full of jam jars and stuff.
Go and help him, then. We're not meant to tidy up for you.
Are you just going to sit there? Go and help your friend.
- Get finished out there. - We're finished. Take it easy.
You're a genius, Egon. And Gjøvik, too.
- We didn't need that. - You've only got five lists?
We were supposed to have six. We have to make six new lists.
All those lists. Who reads them, anyway?
They've done a great job. Inspection rounds and duty rosters.
Each floor listed separately. Minutes and seconds.
- It's great working with the police. - We're damn clever, right, Benny?
- We'll diddle them all right. - Our schedule is perfect.
One for each. Study it carefully and follow it accurately.
Just great. How's it going, Harry? Care for a bite?
But one thing is missing. We have to inspect the electronic alarm system.
- We'll fix it. - Sure. Just ask us.
OK. Tomorrow after closing time.
Hallansen's going home for the day.
- You haven't seen the German? - No.
Hello? Hang on. It's for you.
For me? Hermansen speaking.
Is that you, darling? Sure.
But... Listen to me.
What? Ladies? Me? No, there are only colleagues here.
Yes, of course. I promise, darling.
Yes. When all this is over, we'll go to Majorca.
If I can afford it? Of course. I'll be promoted this time.
Chief inspector. At least.
Yes. See you, darling.
Yes, you too. Bye.
Something's happening down there.
- At last. - A German? From Düsseldorf.
He's new, too. We haven't seen him before.
Perhaps he's the new top guy. Watch him carefully.
Maybe it's him. We mustn't lose him.
Schnell, schnell.
Guten tag. Ich bin Von Arschloch aus Düsseldorf.
Ich habe ein appointment mit Hallansen. Melden sie mich?
- Yes, but. Aber... - lch habe ein appointment.
He's gone. Gerade, gegangen, gewesen.
Ungehört. How impolite! Ich come from Düsseldorf.
Diese kann man nicht mich büden. Ich bin nicht ein latterzein.
Schandal. Big impoliteness. Er ist a big... sauerkraut.
Ein nitwit. Ein true dumkopf.
- Is there a message? - Ist secret. Sehr secret.
Ist der das office? Open sie.
- Yes, but... - Bitte, bitte!
No, stop! Wait!
- Noise und trouble. - The alarm...
- Stoppen sie das. Bitte. - Yes, yes.
Gut. Gut, gut.
- Anything wrong? - A mistake.
It's him. No doubt about it. He must be the German top guy.
Call HQ. Mobilise the department.
Ein nettes office. Das must man sagen.
Mr Hallansen weiss how to do it. Nettes.
Und gute cigaren. Ein par stück...
Shall I ask Mr Hallansen to call?
Nicht telephonieren. Es ist sehr secret.
- Keine word. Quiet. - Right.
Ich komme self zurück. Bye-bye. Schlafen sie gut.
Big, strong, handsome Norwegen. Komm, schnell.
- There he is! - Follow him.
Blue light to Orange. Blue light calling.
Orange here. Come in, Blue.
- Brilliant. The cops are after us. - Great. We'll just follow the plan.
Well, gentlemen, the time has come. Everything's ready.
You have your instructions. The force expects everyone to do his duty.
Let the motto of this last night of surveillance be: "Be prepared".
- Always prepared! - Fine.
The raid begins first thing tomorrow.
Is that you, Kjell? Come on in. I've got a surprise for you.
What is it?
Well?
- Can you forgive me, Benny? - Of course.
- Sit down and we'll get cosy. - It's nice to see you again.
- Look, Kjell. Ragna brought a cake. - Hello, Mr Quist.
- Call me Father, my boy. - Sure, Father.
Sit down. I hope you can forgive my little mistake.
- Don't worry about it. - Ragna was in a terrible state.
And I'm not young anymore. I want to retire.
- So if you and Ragna could... - Right, Benny?
- Why not? Could've been brilliant. - I'm so happy.
- Do you really love me, Benny? - I guess so.
Kjell, isn't it romantic? There'll be a wedding and everything.
- And jobs and stuff. - I'm quite moved.
Are you here? I thought you'd turned yourself in. Coffee?
No thanks. I want to talk to Benny and Kjell. Come here.
- Hurry back, Benny. - I will, Ragna.
- Was that one of their friends? - No, it's just Egon.
He pops around when he's not in... When he's not travelling.
Get a grip! You just sit there munching cakes. You have to focus.
We're starting in two hours and four minutes. Study the schedule.
- Maybe tonight's not a good idea. - We have visitors.
We can't just leave. It would be very rude.
- We have to do it another time. - It must be tonight!
I'm sorry. But can't you see it's no good tonight?
Besides, it's not necessary anymore. Everything's the way it was.
- The shop, our jobs... - You're stark raving mad!
You can't pull out now. What'll become of my plan?
It's a great plan. Brilliant and all that.
But we have to grow up. Become responsible bread earners.
- Besides, it is a bit dangerous. - There are other people involved.
- I can't let down Ragna. - But you can let me down!
No, Egon. We'll never let you down. You're always welcome.
No! You must choose, here and now.
Either they go or I go.
No, I won't. I can't do it. You said so.
I'm a numskull, a nitwit, a fool, an incompetent moron.
Harry, I didn't mean it like that. Your job's easy. Steering the boat.
A boat! No boats. I get seasick.
Take it easy. Think of the millions. Don't you want to be a millionaire?
Sure. But not on a boat.
A sailor loves the rolling waves and the fresh sea air
good-bye, good-bye
we'll be back again soon whoopee!
Ladies and gentlemen, I propose a toast.
- You all get some, but I get most. - Where do you get it from, Benny?
If only he'd had a university decree.
University people are so dull. Benny's much more fun.
Thank you, Valborg. Let's make our juices meet.
He's a bit crude.
It's not easy to be a shopkeeper. What with VAT and taxes...
- I owe 37,000 in VAT. - What did you say?
- 37,000 in VAT! - You'll fix it, Benny.
- Hang on. What am I going to fix? - I didn't take you for your money.
- Kjell? - No.
Don't go, Benny!
Daddy!
Harry! Wake up, man. Have you see Egon?
He left in the dingy. Probably drowned.
- You think he's drowned? - No, Egon can't drown.
- Brilliant, he's still here. - You think he'll let us come?
You heard him. Egon needs us.
- Do you remember the way? - Can't we wait here?
- Someone's coming. Let's run. - Wait.
Idiots! Dimwits! Let me out!
It's Egon. Brilliant!
- Jackasses! Dimwits! - Take it easy, Egon.
- Damn, it's locked. - Let me out!
What shall we do?
We need a blowtorch or something. I know, Harry can fix it.
Calm down, Egon. We'll be right back. Just relax until then.
Morning coffee.
- Detective. Good morning. - Thank you.
- Stop! I don't want to! - Shut up!
You're not my brother anymore!
Blue light to all units. Head towards the area.
I repeat, head towards the area.
Bloody hell, Kjell. Look.
The police!
What shall we do? What would Egon have done?
Kjell, look!
No, no, no!
Help! Don't do this to me.
- Will it be all right, Benny? - Sure it will.
- Weren't you coming tomorrow? - We like to be early.
Always first on the first day.
It must be over there.
It's here. Number four. Let's get Harry.
- Will he be all right? - Sure.
Seriously, Harry. Pull yourself together. This is important.
Relax, fellas. No need to panic.
- What seems to be the problem? - Egon is behind this wall.
Is that it? Does this nasty wall stand between Egon and freedom?
- Further down. - You want a hole so he can get out?
Piece of cake. Relax, fellas. Take a beer and relax.
- All units positioned? - Positioned and ready.
Everything's timed and ready. Nothing can go wrong.
- 20 seconds to countdown. - 20 seconds to countdown.
Like the walls of Jericho you shall come tumbling down.
As soon as I let those explosives blast.
How's it going, Harry?
Ready for countdown.
Hand me my cap. Thanks.
Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, -
- four, three, two, one. Now!
This, gentlemen, is a hollow charge.
- Thanks a million, Harry. - Don't mention it. Enter, enter.
- Talk about being cool. - Hurry up! He's heavy.
- Easy. That's it. - Is he alive?
Of course he's alive.
- Brilliant. - Nothing can go wrong now.
- Right, Benny? - No, of course not.
The police!
- Get a grip, Benny. - I can't stop a beer truck, eh?
The oat in the field with bells on each straw
a dozen I think or maybe more
Good thing you're keeping the beer cold, old friend.
There it is.
I want this safe opened immediately.
Let's see if you're up to it.
Look, Kjell. He did it. The suitcase is full of money!
Finally we've succeeded. We did it.
You're brilliant, Egon. What would we do without you?
You're a genius, Egon. Our undisputed genius.
- You're the best. Right, Kjell? - Great. Keep it up, Benny.
- Your praise is warming him up. - We'll never let you down again.
You're the brain behind it all, Egon. You're a big artist, Egon.
You're the heart and soul of our gang. You're the best.
What are you saying. Impossible? That can't be.
I won't put up with it. It's not fair.
At the apex of my career, I'm surrounded by amateurs.
Quiet! Amateurs, I said. Who can't open a safe.
Quiet! To think that there isn't a decent craftsman in this country.
- Great to have you back. - Brilliant, Egon.
Just relax and take it easy. I bet a cold beer is just what you want?
- Bad idea. - We're leaving in an hour.
We'll bring the sun lamp in case it's cloudy. Who is it now?
- Relax, We're millionaires. - We don't have to...
Egon, it's for you. There are two gentlemen here.
- Are you Egon Olsen? - Yes.
Police. It's about a safe. Will you come with us, please?
Now what? We have to hide the money.
Get them out of the way.
- The police! At my house! - The police have gone.
But they'll be back. Stop that.
- Can't you two give me a hand? - Where's Egon?
Egon left. How typical. He always leaves when we're busy.
- We have to find the money, Kjell! - We can't bring any more stuff.
Let's sing a loud and happy song
so fill your lungs...
At last. There you are.
Tell me, Mr Olsen, do you know this safe?
You see, it means a lot to us to open this safe.
Our technicians gave up. So I thought, "Egon Olsen is our man."
You're one of our most skilled craftsmen.
If anyone can open this safe, it has to...
Yes, and it's not illegal. We'd be eternally grateful.
Stethoscope.
- I don't believe it. - Hush! Be quiet.
Sorry. Go ahead. The safe is all yours, Mr Olsen.
Right, Mr Olsen. 500, from my own pocket.
- That's really too much. - Not at all.
We're eternally grateful to you, Mr Olsen.
- Can we give you a lift home? - I have a plane to catch.
We'll give you a police escort, Mr Olsen.
- I don't believe it. - We've arrested Hallansen.
Shall we bring him in?
Yes? To you, sir.
Thank you. Yes, Hermansen speaking.
- Please don't smoke. - Sorry.
- What the hell. Is that you, Egon? - What are you up to?
What's up with you? Have you got lots of dough?
Phenomenal. We'll have a great time on Majorca, where life's cheap.
Cheap? No, now we can really afford the high life.
There's something we have to tell you, Egon.