You see. Valborg is purring like a kitten.
- It's brilliant. - But the pesetas are going fast.
This is paradise. You just divide everything by ten.
The bill must be paid by 11 o'clock. So we need cash. I have a plan.
Oh, please. We're on holiday now, aren't we? Our money's worth.
- You're acting like fools. - A brandy is only 50 øre.
So 10 cost five kroner. The bill says your lavishness costs us 587.50.
- That's more than I expected. - The same can be said for Valborg.
And you, Benny... Where's Benny?
- The food doesn't agree with him. - Rubbish. Now listen, Kjell.
- I've found a chest. - What kind?
- A safe. Did you think a hope chest? - Don't say that.
- Olé, olé! Carsten! - She thinks I'm Carsten Byhring.
You do look like him sometimes. Off you go.
Olé!
- Well, I'll be! Hello, Egon! - Hello, Valborg.
These are my friends, Juan and Rodrigo.
What? Just when I want to introduce them, they're gone.
They must have thought you were my husband.
They are bullfighters and all that. Unfortunately, Kjell is not a bull.
- Were they really bullfighters? - Oh, yes. In full regalia.
- They were not in full regalia. - But they are bullfighters.
They have this triangular hat. Just like in that picture.
I tamed them.
If it isn't one, it's the other.
Between the devil and the deep blue sea. What does sir want?
A serious talk with you and Benny. It's about this safe.
Listen carefully.
The name of the place is Alprende del Amo.
It's owned by a Norwegian named Hannibal Hansen, a.k.a. Pig Hansen.
Pig Hansen has converted an old farm into a restaurant.
Twice a week they have a fiesta, especially for Scandinavian tourists.
There are 200 guests on average. They gladly pay 40 kroner each.
200 times 40 makes 8,000. You see? 8,000 multiplied by 10.
That makes 80,000 pesetas. He keeps the cash in a safe.
Franz Jäger, Berlin, 1923.
First a little fiesta.
Then, when everybody's pickled, we crack the safe.
It's not that easy. Pig Hansen doesn't drink.
Then what's he living in Spain for?
He has other interests. Like us.
I've done some investigating into Pig Hansen's daily routine.
Every day at 1 p.m., Pig Hansen drives to the town.
There he visits his mistress, a Mrs Jørgensen.
Mrs Jørgensen's husband is a former carpet dealer from Holmestrand.
He, in turn, visits his secret mistress, Mrs Fjell.
Mr Fjell, a retired radio salesman from Sandvika, -
- is seeing his little dove.
Mr Due is a shipping broker on early retirement from Bergen.
He pays a visit to Mrs Jensen, the accountant's wife.
The accountant is gentleman enough to refrain.
He is at Alprende del Amo until the visit is over.
This takes an hour.
At exactly 2:30, they all return to their starting points.
So we have 1 1/2 hours. The operation starts tomorrow at 1300 hours.
You, Valborg and Basse are going to distract the staff.
- Good afternoon. - Welcome.
Could we have a nice table, please? This table looks really nice.
There's sun over there, this is dark. I want a lot of sun.
The pig's gone.
Stand at the kitchen door and keep watch. Stand by.
Can you recommend a speciality of the house? Spare ribs, yes...
- Or calamares, perhaps? - What's calamares?
- Anything else you can recommend? - It's cuttlefish.
- No, we don't want that. - We've got real Spanish paella.
That sounds good. We'll have paella.
- Eins, zwei, drei. Thank you. - Very well.
- Una cervezas, s'il vous plait. - Beer? Danish? Swedish? Norway.
What are you studying a book for? Basse is such a bore.
- It's Spanish. - One should know the language.
- Say something in Spanish, then. - Buenos dias. Policia.
Tienen la amabilidad de acompañarme?
Fantastic! How do you do that?
- What did you say? - "This is the police."
"Would you be so kind as to come with me?"
Alles in Ordnung, Kammerat. I'm telephone repair man, parmio.
- Pity Benny has such a weak tummy. - Yes, yes...
- What's the matter with you? - The gripes. This foreign food...
We haven't even tasted it yet. Eat, Basse.
Don't they have rissoles?
Of course it's not like at home. It's just natives in the kitchen.
Poor Daddy.
How nice! Look, Basse! Hello!
Egon, are you there? See, I told you. They are bullfighters.
Tienen la amabilidad de acompañarme?
It sounds just like Basse. What does it mean?
"This is the police."
THE OLSEN GANG'S LAST ESCAPADE
Hurry up, we're already late. Here are the flags.
Relax. The chimes of freedom will ring in two minutes and ten seconds.
- Maybe he has left already. - You're frightening your father.
What are we to do if Egon... It's you! You never fill the car up.
Shut your trap! I tanked for a fiver the day before yesterday.
- There he is. - The master is free. Good old Egon.
- Thank heavens. Wave, Basse! - And he's got a parcel. Brilliant.
- That means he has a plan. - We're saved!
- Mummy will be happy now. - Dear me!
- Where is he going? - He must be fed up with you.
You mustn't say that about Egon. He'd never let us down.
He can't cope without us. He doesn't know anybody else.
What did I say?
We have to do something. We must catch up with him.
- Holm-Hansen Junior, financier. - Egon Olsen...
- Pleased to meet you. - Likewise.
- I assume you've been informed? - Yes.
- I shared a cell with Kramer. - Oh, yes. Pity about Kramer.
- He sends his regards, by the way. - Thank you.
It's about a safe. A Franz Jäger, Berlin, model '44.
Correct. It's vital for our company to have that safe opened.
And you are one of the country's great experts, isn't that so?
- You're not being followed? Tailed? - Tailed?
- The police mustn't know about it. - Don't worry.
- Where is he going? - No idea.
- He could at least have winked. - Maybe he found a new gang.
- That's enough! - There is no new gang.
What do I tell Valborg? She expects us to bring home Egon and a plan, -
- so we can become millionaires and travel south again.
- Is it to your satisfaction? - Splendid.
I need a few days' rest.
- All on us, naturally. - Naturally.
Thank you.
The safe is in a villa in Switzerland. Thank you...
The villa belongs to Mr Hallandsen, our company's representative there.
He died two weeks ago. He was the only one who knew the code.
- That's where you come in. - You can count on me.
The operation starts on Thursday at 2:45 p.m.
Good. I appreciate thorough planning and exact timing.
- Everything has been planned. - Excellent.
What were you thinking of in terms of your fee?
I have taken the liberty of drawing up a contract.
According to Mr Kramer, the lawyer, it's legally watertight.
I see.
- 25 per cent? - Yes.
Your company will incur quite some travel expenses on my account.
Which is why I haven't exaggerated my demands.
One more thing. Naturally, this requires the utmost discretion.
Trust me. My lips are sealed.
Mr Kramer wasn't quite so discreet and ended up where is now.
- Such a pity about Kramer. - Yes, quite.
- Is he going to stay in there? - He must have moved in.
- Spare me, Basse. - Something's up.
His friend is gone. Egon will be alone now.
- I'm fed up. I want to go home. - No, no! Calm down.
We're going in. Egon will shine with happiness.
- Can I help you? - Is a Mr Olsen staying here? Egon.
- What are your names? - Mr Fransen and Mr Jensen.
Just tell him Benny and Kjell.
Mr Olsen will see you in the solarium. It's that way.
- Has he been locked up again? - This is a hotel. Follow me.
Thank you.
- Hello, Egon. - Hello, Egon.
- Welcome home. - We were waiting for you as usual.
Is that a fact? How sweet of you. I didn't see a soul.
- We almost didn't get there on time. - Come on! We were there waving.
Please sit down, gentlemen.
Yummy!
- And you are well? - Yes, thanks. Mustn't grumble.
- And Valborg? - She's fine. She sends her love.
- And the kid? - You mean Basse? He's fine.
- I'm glad to hear it. - How are you?
How are you doing?
- Do you have a plan? - A plan?
Yes. We need you, Egon. We're counting on you. Especially Valborg.
- Tell us. We're all excited. - We're in, even if it's dangerous.
The plan is kind of confidential just now.
- What? - It's us.
- Old comrades. - Egon...
I'm sorry. It's a delicate matter.
The most delicate affair I've ever had at my fingertips.
Well, open the door. Show us.
I'm sorry. This is a difficult matter requiring discretion. Precision.
And imagination. You're looking at the new Norwegian Godfather.
- What about us, Egon? - We're the finest in the business.
- The prices are up again... - Think of all we've been through.
For old times' sake. Beer has gone up by a whole crown.
Exactly. Beer, milk and margarine is all you can think of.
The people I'm dealing with now think big. They think millions.
Don't worry, dear colleague. I take full responsibility -
- to the bank, the board, the shareholders and the company.
The man is practically an imbecile.
Yes, he has frequented several prisons over the years.
All he can do is open a safe. He just keeps ending up inside.
Yes! Listen to this. He produced some kind of contract -
- and demanded 25%.
Think of it! 25%!
He can't disappear just like that.
Especially when I made pork roast, cabbage and baked potatoes.
I've even been to the liquor store. Rum... and Where did he have to go?
- I'm sure he's working on something. - I booked tickets for Thursday.
- I told you to wait. - We agreed Egon would have a plan.
So we could become millionaires and travel south.
Like you always say, "Eight to ten days, and we'll have the money."
- I've booked tickets and that's it! - Cancel them.
With you my life has gone down the drain.
I stand here like a withered flower. But my cup is running over.
There comes a time when a woman wants to bloom and be a woman.
For me, it came last year. If I don't experience it, I'll get frustrated.
And then it won't be so nice to be you, I can tell you.
- What are we going to do? - She's right. Egon can't do this.
- Can't we talk to him? - That is beneath my dignity.
- We have brains too. - What do you mean?
What is Egon? A bowler hat, a cigar, posh words. We do all the hard work.
- Yes, but what do we do now? - What do we do? Look outside.
All those dairy shops, kiosks, sausage stands.
We just have to walk in.
- I've got it! This is super, Kjell. - What have you got?
An idea de luxe. A brilliant heist, tailor-made for us.
- Is it dangerous? - A breeze. All timed and planned.
The operation starts Thursday.
Your tickets. Our man in Switzerland will meet you at the airport.
The rest will be plain sailing. It's a mere trifle.
And it's hardly even illegal.
Welcome aboard Swissair's DC-9 bound for Zürich.
Our flying time will be two hours and 40 minutes.
The weather is fine. We wish you a pleasant flight.
Please.
Yes. That's fine.
Please finish up.
- Well, here we are again. - Yes, it's been a while.
- We were brave then. - Right, we stood firm.
- We could do anything. - There were three of us then.
- Yes, Egon was one of us, sort of. - But from now on it's just us.
- We can't do the National Bank. - Maybe not right now, but...
Returned to the crime scene, eh? Are you having a wave of nostalgia?
No, just admiring the architecture.
Yes, these thick walls were built for eternity, Hermansen.
If you fancy ancient walls, -
- go and have one last look at the jail before it's demolished.
- What? Demolished? - We'll meet again, gentlemen.
Yes. Yes, yes. The parcel has arrived and is in my safe keeping.
Our man in Switzerland did a perfect job.
Our German liaison was rundlich und punktlich. Ordnung muss sein.
Yes, we can reassure the bank, the board and the shareholders.
- Pardon'? Who'? - The man you contacted.
- Oh, you mean Olsen. - That's it. How..?
The Swiss are dealing with him. He will vanish into the mist.
- I'm sorry, I didn't know... - That's all right.
I though it was a couple of young rascals on a rampage.
We know what young rascals can be like.
- Your photos will be ready soon. - That'll be nice for Mother-in-law.
Right, dear?
The train from Zürich via Copenhagen arrives at track No. 7.
Track number 7.
Can't we wait a bit? Valborg can be cranky in the morning.
Pull your yourself together, Kjell. 23 kroner is money, too.
Besides, we have beers and some food. So come on.
23 kroner? Good grief! Two kroner an hour. Terrific for night work.
- The capital market is low. - Have you no professional pride?
What a life! Egon would never come home with 23 kroner.
- He wouldn't. - He's turned into Scrooge McDuck.
He's probably tired of working with nitwits like you.
And you want to cope on your own? I'm going to apologize to Egon.
For what?
For everything you two have messed up for Egon.
- Ah, at last. - Where are they?
Robin and Little John are in there, twiddling their thumbs.
- Egon! - Christ!
Those two morons earned all of 23 kroner last night.
- Have you finished the job? - Are you a millionaire?
- I have a plan. - See? You just won't listen to me.
Sit down, Egon. Would you like some food? Beer?
Now pay attention. It's complicated, and we must hurry.
- What is it? - My plan.
- A bog roll! - I took what I could find.
There, Egon, dear. Get that filthy paper off the table!
What do you think you're doing? Are you in the toilet business now?
Right. He deals with international financiers, and sums -
- with seven or eight digits. Then he brings home a bog roll.
- I've been cheated. - How?
- I was manipulated. Double-crossed. - Egon got in over his head.
I'm fed up. I've spoken to the old lady seven times already.
I don't know!
Tell her that a male dog mating with her little Yappy -
- is not a case for the C.l.D. Thank you.
This just came in on the telex from Switzerland.
It looks interesting. Something about Hallandsen, the financier.
We tried to expose him last year, but he was too clever for us.
Yes, I remember him. He died recently, didn't he?
His house in Switzerland got burgled. The safe was opened.
They found a bag, rubber gloves and Norwegian talcum powder.
No other clues, and nothing was taken from the safe.
- Except the Bedford diamonds. - What?
The Swiss knew that Hallandsen had the Bedford diamonds.
But they won't discuss it openly.
- What are the Bedford diamonds? - The Viceroy of India owned them.
The most valuable private collection on Earth.
Disappeared during the war, and since circulated on the black market.
Hallandsen and his multinational company of speculators -
- invested all their black money in the diamonds a few years ago.
Then Hallandsen dies. His partners are in a fix.
They need cash. Lots of cash. Much is at stake. 15 million dollars.
- 15 million dollars. Are you mad? - That much money doesn't exist.
- I've seen it with my own eyes! - Listen, Egon. 15 x 5 makes...
- Basse! - 75.
- 75 million kroner. - Exactly. 75 million Norwegian.
If you multiply that by 10, you get 75 million times 10 makes...
- 750 million. - Right. 750 million.
And you were to get 25%. That makes 25% of 750 million pesetas...
- Do you know how much that is? - 185 million.
That's all very well, but all that cash should come back to me.
And more to boot. Because next time, someone else will fix the price.
- You, Egon? - Exactly.
- How? - We let them sell the diamonds.
Then it'll go "snap" and the diamonds will be shimmering right here.
That's the sheik of Abradan. Made a killing during the energy crisis.
Each case contains 5 million dollars, with which he'll buy the diamonds.
The cops are here too. Hermansen himself.
We must keep a low profile.
Calm down. The sheik is here for the currency conference tomorrow.
Five million dollars in each briefcase. That's illegal!
- Correct. - We've got to do something.
What would you achieve? A diplomatic crisis.
Oil embargoes. A currency crisis. When the big criminals are around, -
- all the police can do is protect them.
The currency conference will end on Wednesday.
Then the diamonds go this way, and the cash that way.
We're the police, they are criminals. And crime shouldn't pay.
You're wrong, my young friend. I've been with the force 25 years.
Dedication brings its own reward, albeit a modest one.
Love is sweet, but expensive.
Friendship is nice to remember when you get old.
But the only thing that pays is crime.
- Great, Egon! - How nice to see you back home.
- And with a 75 million dollar plan. - That's marvellous.
It's great to be together again.
- OK, OK... Let's get to work. - We are ready, Egon.
We shall be needing you, Valborg.
- What? Oh, no! - We'll drink from the bottle.
Well, why not?
And we need Basse as a technical consultant. We need a bus, a train -
- and 100 balloons. And last but not least, a bone.
Well, let's go for a stroll and have a look around.
Basse can't drive this. He's just a boy. And he doesn't have a license.
- Let the boy speak for himself. - No problem. It's a standard DI-2.
Let's see, where is the main valve? Here it is.
- He's a clever lad. - Where does he get it from?
- What's this? - Hands off! It's a 100 decibel horn.
- "Decibel." He will go far. - So the train won't be any trouble?
- Careful, Kjell. - Come on.
Why didn't you use the door? It's open.
The easiest method is not always the best.
Brilliant!
This will be expensive millions. Those new 110-kroner trousers...
- If you'd bought them. - Ever hear of the word bargain?
- You should keep your eyes open. - And your mum is good at that.
Which is why she'll get her debut.
- Nothing dangerous, right? - Relax. Let's take it from the top.
This is the sheik's car. Leave the Stock Exchange, boy!
- This is the Stock Exchange. - Herring. It is a big fish, too.
- And here comes the train. - Right in front of the town hall.
It takes the train 1.13 minutes to reach Checkpoint Charlie.
- Valborg will arrange the balloons. - This is your responsibility.
Benny and I take care of the bus.
Zero hour in 2 hours and 10 minutes. Let's prepare ourselves at Kjell's.
Hey! What's this?
That's my couch! And my chairs! What's going on?
And my skis!
- My goodness, Valborg! - What did you expect? We're leaving.
- But what about our things? - We can't just leave them here.
Don't cause a fuss. I have to slave while you're off gallivanting.
Our plants are at Jenny's along with the silverware and the dinner table.
I left the rugs for the new tenants.
They're moving in next week. So we have to decorate.
A scrap dealer will take the rest. But the Salvation Army gets the beds.
Valborg, you can't be serious... I mean, this is our home.
Really, Kjell. You're very stupid sometimes.
Can't you get it into his head?
Well... I think Valborg is right in many ways, Kjell.
- Will we be millionaires or not? - Certainly.
- So we will be going away, right? - Yes...
- And we're never coming back? - No.
- And the operation starts at? - 2:30 p.m.
Right. And we're leaving on Thursday at 11:45.
- Now do you understand? - Yes.
15 million dollars. That's 75 million Norwegian kroner.
Don't get carried away by your imagination, young man.
- We should be able to do something. - We should not and we will not.
We must do our duty. We have to be at the Stock Exchange in 10 minutes.
Money and diamonds will change hands. And we won't lift a finger.
Do you think we can pull this off? It means a lot to Mother.
Is there a christening?
4 minutes and 30 seconds from now the workers will go to lunch.
- You'll be ready 30 seconds later. - Trust your father.
50 seconds later I start the engine. Then you open the gate.
Exactly.
- Are you leaving? - Don't worry, it will be fine.
- I think they fooled us. - Relax.
- There they are. - Bingo!
Basse! Look at Mum, Basse! Hooray!
Slowly now, Benny. A silky touch on the pedals.
Stop... here!
In America, the mob would arrange this.
Don't get carried away, or you won't get far as a policeman.
- What's going on? - The axle is broken.
- I don't have time for this. - No, neither do we.
It went smooth as silk. Talk about genius!
And you, Basse. You made your father proud.
- Weren't the balloons nice? - Terrific. Cheers.
Is this worth keeping? They'll be here to collect the furniture soon.
That's just rubbish. Get rid of it.
- Yes, throw it out. - Not so fast.
These are souvenirs from Rose's Cellar and the National Bank.
Here's the paperknife from our summer on Biri. Nice mementoes.
- Dump it. We'll buy new ones. - They have loads in the Canaries.
- And now that we're millionaires. - Suit yourself.
- 15 million dollars, eh? - 74 million kroner.
750 million pesetas! How about that? You must be happy now, Egon.
- Not yet. - Egon is not happy.
- Think about it, Egon. - 15 million. 75 million.
750 million... But Egon is not happy.
Shut up! I've got a score to settle.
- I think the score has been settled. - With 75 million in profits.
I got cheated. I got slapped in the face.
This shouldn't be necessary. Everything was fine.
I understand Egon. He's got a sense of honour.
Couldn't he have waited? This is bound to go wrong.
Wait a minute. Do you have an appointment?
What a surprise, eh?
- Well, well, if it isn't Mr... - Olsen. Egon Olsen is my name.
- We've met before. - Of course.
- Must be a turn-up for the books. - Yes... What is this about?
I'd just like to mention that there is an unfulfilled contract.
- A contract? - Yes.
About a little safe and a few small diamonds, -
- which your German liaison sent to you so you could sell them -
- to the sheik of Abradan for 15 million dollars.
Which are right now lying nice and comfy in this safe.
And of which I should have been paid 25%, according to the contract.
- I'm afraid I don't follow you. - The police will understand.
- The police? - That's right, the police.
They're after black money. And the whole world hunts those diamonds.
This must be a mistake. I know nothing about the Bedford diamonds.
Then you'd better think when the sheik asks why the box is empty.
- What do you mean? - Because the diamonds are here.
And we're not talking 25% now, but 50.
- Here he comes. - Thank God.
What's the matter? Did they tease him again?
He is insane. Quite suspicious.
Besides, he knows too much.
Eliminated, yes.
He must disappear without a trace and never get in touch with the cops.
I'll fix it. I know just what to do.
Don't make such a fuss. I've put them in a safe place.
- This is impossible! Every time... - How could you?
I'll tell you. I did it to have some insurance.
Every time you get some money, it goes wrong, and we end up broke.
- Yes! And why is that? - Don't ask me.
I don't know why you squander your money. But this must not go wrong.
That was the last straw! I've had it. It's the same thing, year after year.
I come home with a brilliant plan. All timed and planned -
- down to the tiniest detail! It all runs smoothly until it goes awry.
And why? Because I'm surrounded by a bunch of numbskulls!
A couple of impotent nitwits. Beery bird-brains!
That's enough! You can't talk to your old friends like that.
- You should be ashamed of yourself. - Be quiet! I abdicate.
- I want the jewels. Where are they? - I can tell you that.
You won't find much joy in those Christmas ornaments.
I took them to the goldsmith's. He wanted to phone the police.
Give them to me! I'm going to count to ten! Where are they? One, two...
if you're going to be like that. I put them in the chest in the hall.
- Oh, that's right, he collected it. - Who?
- The scrap dealer. - Then the diamonds are...
- Have you lost your mind? - Don't you start too!
I give up! 75 million on the scrap heap!
Well, don't just stand there. We're leaving tomorrow.
- What are we going to do? - We've got to talk to Egon.
See the little squirrel sitting in a tree
how wonderful the life of a squirrel must be
it was hopping full of glee from tree to tree in the big forest...
- Egon! - I knew it would go wrong.
- Pull yourself together. - Don't touch me!
- Let me take your hat. - Mummy!
Now what?
Valborg! My evil uncle has taken my squirrel! Don't let him!
- Egon has lost it. - He just thinks he's a baby.
- He can't take my squirrel! - Let him have his animal. There.
Sometimes I think you're all crazy.
- Poo face! - Snap out of it, Egon.
- Stop it, Egon. - Daddy, can I have an ice cream?
A big one with nuts and strawberries. Now! Or I'll pee in my pants.
Stop this nonsense!
- Valborg! Uncle is hitting me! - There, there.
Leave Egon alone. I can't be in several places at once.
We have to think of something. We must get the baubles.
Take him with you. He can't be here when the Salvation Army comes.
Poo!
- What can we do? - Ice cream!
Just wait here nicely, Egon.
- I want ice cream now! - Shut it!
- You shouldn't talk to him that way. - Silly Billy!
Poo!
Pool Silly Billy!
- Egon! Your shoes! - At least he won't run away.
Get out of the way, you fool!
Peter Piper in a puddle ate a lovely mud pie
- He was a loony, say I. - Aren't you Egon Olsen?
Yep. And I want a big ice cream with nuts and strawberries and...
Mad as a hatter. They were right.
Talk about swindlers. 15 kroner for this chest!
He got all our furniture for ten. There's no honesty any more.
- But the jewels are in here? - Of course they are.
All we have to do is cure Egon. Let's knock him on the nut with a hammer.
- But that hurts. - We'll use a small mallet, then.
Egon is gone.
Well, I'll be damned. They're kidnappers.
Poor little Egon. We can't just stand here watching.
Let's follow him.
Down there. The jeep is stopping there.
- Have they gone up in smoke? - The jeep! They must be here.
Yes... We were on their tail the whole time. Come on.
- What's he doing with Egon? - They're giving him concrete shoes.
- But... - What are we going to do?
Damn!
Damn pile of junk!
Oh dear.
- Deal with him. - How?
You'll think of something. I'll take care of Egon.
Open the door, damn you! Open it!
Just a moment.
Sorry, mate.
Relax, boss. The diamonds are ready. Everything's hunky-dory.
- Here's your little squirrel. - Squirrel? Have you gone mad?
- Thank God, you're back to normal. - Normal?
All right, Egon. Here are your shoes.
- I should like to apologize. - No, we should apologize to you.
- You saved my life! - It was nothing.
I've been haughty at times.
- Don't worry about it, Egon. - You're a genius.
But not genius enough. Sometimes I lose my temper and call you nitwits.
But you are my friends. You're brave, courageous and imaginative.
- That's far too much praise. - It's too little.
- All I do is talk rubbish. - I'm not brave. I just look it.
I can be completely gaga. Yes, I can. Admit it.
All right. I have my faults, too. Of course I have.
- No, you don't. Not one. - All right.
- So we're friends again? - Yes. And I have a plan.
And this time we'll stick to it.
It's time to train those spindly legs.
Let's jump on the spot. Come on: hop, hop, hop...
About the Stock Exchange. We should do something.
- Not without a report. - We should use our common sense.
Out of the question. We have to go by the book.
- What if someone reported it? - Then we should act at once.
Hop, hop, hop. One-two, one-two, stop.
And now for the mile run. Come on, boys
Let's see you.
- Stop! You're not finished. - We have to go up.
- We have orders. - Shouldn't you have a jog?
- Not me. - Good for you.
That was that. They're all neatly in rows, all we have to do is take one.
I'll take this one.
- Are you ready? - All right, let's do it.
- Why should I know this man? - He says he works for you.
- Says he burgled a house for you. - In an unlawful manner.
It's about the Bedford diamonds, sought by the Yard, FBI and Interpol.
- Goodbye. I'll take the mail. - Goodbye.
Purchased with illegal money evaded from the Inland Revenue.
- Surely this is some mistake. - Impossible. The fool has confessed.
- The game is up, so... - You can't just... Look.
- Do you want to make a statement? - Of course.
- At the station or here? - Here.
- Do you have a typewriter? - In the front office.
To the front office. You guard the dilettante.
- Delinquent. - The debutant, yes. Guard him.
- Let me go. Let me go! - Oh, right. I'm sorry.
- Unlock them. Hurry up! - Yes, yes, yes...
I haven't got the key.
- Your full name? - Johan M.R. Holm-Hansen Junior.
- M.R.? - Morgan Rockefeller.
Morgan Rockefeller. Johan...
- M-o-r-g-a-n... - Rockefeller Holm-Hansen Junior.
There we are. Rockefeller Helm-Hansen.
- Junior. - Junior? Junior...
This is an old firm of impeccable repute, established in 1865.
My great-grandfather built Slottsgate and 34C Kirkegaten.
My grandfather owned part of Larsen's Hotel.
No, no, no! It's not possible to be that stupid!
We're standing in front of a Franz Jäger with 15 million dollars in it!
And then you don't have the key! I'm fed up with you and your dimwit wife!
That's enough! You can bully me.
- But don't you smudge Valborg. - Kjell, have you lost your marbles?
We don't have time to talk nonsense. Open the safe.
- While I'm handcuffed? - That's just a lame excuse.
You know what you are? A braggart and a madman.
But you don't frighten me. Because I know you. Get in.
Stop it. Take it easy.
- Married July 6, 1949. - Look, constable.
- That's sergeant. - Sorry. You can't be serious.
Think of the consequences for lots of innocent people.
The shareholders and their families. Companies will go bust.
Shops will close. Society will disintegrate.
Don't take it too hard. Everything will be fine.
You have admitted that you were born on June 6, 1923.
And after completing trade college in 1942, -
- you were appointed by the family firm.
Finally, you admitted getting married at...
- Who is your superior? - What?
- Who is your superior? - My superior? That's...
Let's talk about that later. We have to deal with this.
- Well, turn it! - Hush!
Hush?
- You must know who your boss is? - Of course I do.
- Who is he? - Who he is? My boss?
Hermansen. Inspector Hermansen. He requested a report.
- Shall I call him, or will you? - Call him? Steady on, Morgan.
Let's take this from the beginning.
Hurry up. He wants to call the C.Il.D. I can't stall him any longer.
- The C.I.D.? - Yes!
- What do we do now? - You hold the stethoscope.
Excuse us.
Inspector Hermansen's office.
I'm sorry, he's at the dentist's. What is this about?
I see. Yes... yes. Right.
Can I consider this to be a report? Excellent.
Please explain.
I've said it before and I'll say it again: I don't want a scandal.
Inspector, we've received a report.
This gentleman, Mr Johan Morgan Rockefeller Holm-Hansen...
- Junior. - Junior.
...has reported that three unknown robbers emptied his safe, -
- which contained valuables for $15 million, or 75 million kroner.
So the safe is empty? Let's have a look.
It's not empty at all. Holm, explain yourself.
- The diamonds. - The Bedford diamonds.
Would you care to explain why these are in your safe?
Thank you, Holm, that'll be all. I'll take over the case.
Well, sir. I'm afraid you're under arrest.
Anything you say may be taken in evidence.
After you. You know the way.
Who said that crime didn't pay?