We're late. I told you so.
It won't go faster. It's not an F16, you know.
Here's the flag.
Here you are. There's your cigar, old chap.
Well, back to Kampen. Just like the good, old days, eh?
That council thing was not Kjell's cup of tea.
- What did they want from you? - "Rent," they called it.
It's brilliant to see you again, Egon.
- You're fine, I take it? - No, I'm not fine.
Are you sick or feeling poorly?
- No. - Then what is it, Egon?
- It was horrible being in jail. - Lay off, Egon.
You know everyone, and everyone knows you and your ways.
Didn't you get the room you normally get?
Nothing is normal anymore. There's a new governor now.
And he isn't the good, old sort?
Worse. He's a psychologist. And now he wants to transfer me.
- Where to? - The psych. ward. For observation.
Oh, dear.
I had to write to the ombudsman.
That's the spirit, Egon. Don't let them get at you.
- I'm not going back there. - What? You're not going back?
No, never. It's over. I'm retiring.
- I'm never going back to jail. - Never?
How are you going to avoid that, then?
- I've got a plan. - Brilliant, Egon!
Well, we were hoping for it. Our silver wedding is coming up.
And we thought that... Especially Valborg, that is.
She wants a fur coat. I promised her that if you had a plan, then...
Just take it easy. I have a plan which is foolproof.
This will be our last haul. The very last one.
And when we're done, we'll retire.
What are we going to do, then?
Nothing at all. We'll live happily ever after.
- Kjell! Kjell, are you there? - Yes, I'm here.
Well, I never! Are you sitting there drinking, when there's so much to do?
- We always... - Gosh! Have they let you out?
Yes. Egon has a plan.
That's good. How much is it?
- But Valborg... - I have to know what the budget is.
We can have it down at the café.
We just have to decide if we want the big or the small menu.
And if we want a piano player. Time is running out, you know.
- Yes, I've told Egon... - I want it to be stylish.
My sister and her husband had theirs on the Denmark ferry.
They partied the whole way. He was the only one who left the boat.
He didn't return until a week later. At the consulate's expense.
- We won't do it that way. - Dear Valborg. Dear Kjell.
Being here and hearing your happy voices -
- feels just like coming home.
Through all these... I'm not sure how many years...
- Twelve. - ...you have shown me hospitality.
And now that everything we've shared is over, -
- I would like to show how grateful I am.
- Oh, come on. You're exaggerating. - Not at all.
Dear Valborg, dear Kjell.
Would you be so kind as to let me pay for your silver wedding?
Valborg, you can order everything you need, -
- and make sure it will be as beautiful and grand as you deserve.
And then you can send me the bill.
- Thank you, Egon. Thank you. - Well, yes, indeed.
Can we count on this, Egon?
- Yes. You can. - That's a deal, then.
Don't just sit there lounging about. We've got a thousand things to do.
What is it? It's big, right?
No, it's not very big. And it's neither difficult nor dangerous.
Well, seeing as this is our last haul and everything...
Exactly! Our last haul. That's why we need to use our heads.
We'll make do with a couple of million and do as we usually do.
- Fantastic! It sounds... - Brilliant! What is it?
We'll visit the insurance company High North.
But you said it was a small haul. High North is big.
Exactly. High North is the Largest insurance company in Norway.
It's closely guarded, both at the main entrance and at the back.
They have all kinds of technical and electronic installations, -
- both in terms of alarms and surveillance cameras.
The director is Bang-Johansen. He often appears in the gossip columns.
He's been married to several models, and he's known to be a tough guy.
He manages all the billions that people pay in premiums.
My cellmate was the director of a debt-collecting agency.
He had been with HN and knew all Bang-Johansen's business.
He sometimes makes large and risky speculations, -
- often at the edge of the law.
The police have been watching Bang-Johansen for a long time.
- The police? - Bloody hell.
Yes. I see. Of course.
Yes. You can count on me, Chief. Yes, immediately.
Please allow me to thank you. Thank you so much.
Well, what a surprise! Hermansen, is that you?
- Hello, and welcome. - Thank you very much.
Weren't you away on sick leave?
Yes, but I was asked to come back.
We've had certain changes around here.
- Yes, the Chief told me. - You've talked to the Chief? I see.
Yes, he was very considerate and thought it was about time that I...
I'm sorry that I've taken over your job.
- Well, it happens to us all. - Yes, doesn't it?
The Chief asked me to take over a big case.
- High North. - Exactly. He told you about..?
That's why he asked me to come back.
I see. But I will deal with this case myself.
Personally. It's a big case, and it will soon be solved.
I can't let that chance go. I hope you understand.
- Of course. - Yes.
You are, of course, most welcome here.
Forget about that case. We're not interested in that.
What we are interested in is Hallandsen.
- Hallandsen? - Yes. The assistant director.
He's Bang-Johansen's most trusted staff member.
He's the only one who knows about the transactions. But he's weak.
He's lost his nerve, and now he wants to leg it.
By manipulating the computer system -
- he's built up a fortune in black money.
Tomorrow he's leaving for Paris for an important meeting.
He'll take the money with him, and he doesn't intend to return.
He has a diplomat's passport, and he will keep the money -
- in a briefcase with all the company's important documents.
The briefcase is locked inside the management's own vault.
He'll leave tomorrow at 1:45 p.m.
- We'll strike before the airport. - Why not do it in the night?
It has to be during the day. The door to the vault is filled with alarms.
We have to use the key the secretary keeps in her drawer.
- We'll get it from there. - I see.
The briefcase is kept in a safe inside the vault. A Franz Jäger-safe.
- No... That can't be true. - There aren't any left.
No, I didn't think so either.
It's in the vault, monitored by a surveillance camera day and night.
That's no problem for us.
- Brilliant! When do we start? - Tomorrow at 11:45 a.m.
We need a Klassekampen paper, an old trout, and a camera.
We'll use the spoonbait, 50 grammes.
Isn't 30 grammes enough?
Yuck...
High it hangs, and foul it smells.
- Get the fish out. - Yes, yes. The old trout.
My God, what a stench!
It's a delicacy. Remember all the starving people.
Stop it. Kjell and I are the gourmets, right, Egon?
Stop that nonsense and put the corpse in place.
Higher up! That's it.
Come out here, you pig!
Out in the yard! Filthy animal!
Shame on you! Bad dog!
- Who are you? - We're from the Electricity Board.
- We've come to change some fuses. - Oh, I see.
- Talk about the social ladder! - Kjell, the paper.
- Stocks are normal. - I see.
Mrs Hansen? Mrs Hansen!
Mrs Hansen? Mrs... Mrs Hansen!
- Take that picture now! - Yes, yes.
One moment, and the masterpiece will be ready.
Mrs Hansen?
Mr Director... The polar bear. It's come alive!
No, no. It's not possible. You should know that.
It's true! It was standing right there, and it came towards me.
Let's go and see if it's standing there as it should.
See? There it is.
Good, Benny. Stay there.
Just take it easy, now.
If you must dream about animals, I would suggest a dog or a cat.
Hello.
No! What the hell is this? It's outrageous!
- My God, it's... - Exactly! Sabotage.
It's... Please get me a decent paper at once!
Maybe I can get Dagbladet.
- I said a decent paper! - I'm sorry.
You're in a hurry. Have you seen a ghost?
I've just come to pick up the papers for Paris. The key to the vault?
- There you are. - Thanks.
I'll be damned, Egon. This is the most brilliant thing ever.
It's just fantastic. Now we'll never have to do it again... Right?
- No, this was the last time. - It's almost a shame.
To be honest, I'm quite relieved.
- What are you saying? Gone? - Yes. I have no idea how.
It's been taken. I don't know by whom.
The only one who knows about this apart from us is Graff Jakobsen.
Graff Jakobsen? Isn't he in jail because of the Paragrafia case?
Exactly. You'll have to call Paris and postpone the meeting.
I'll ask the minister to put me in touch with the prison governor.
You don't want to contact the police?
Are you mad? The police should know as little as possible about this.
- What's that? - The High North case.
- It's the worst I've ever seen. - It's a big case.
Yes, it doesn't get much bigger.
The fraud squad had it, but gave it away just before it was solved.
- Do you want to know why? - Yes, please.
It's the axe. You know how things are today.
Financial crises, inflation...
The Alta operation and the Reksten case have made things worse.
The department has to save 10 million kroner.
The fraud squad alone has to save two million.
They had to give away their biggest and most sensational case for years.
Which is the High North case.
Yes. It will be a big chance for me. For us, I mean.
I'm glad the Chief appointed you to be my assistant.
Yes. There's enough to get started on. For both of us.
No, no. Don't let me impose on you.
You want to take care of it personally. I won't be in your way.
If there's something you don't understand, feel free to ask.
I've talked to Paris.
I've talked to the minister and the prison governor.
Graff Jakobsen shared his cell with a man who was released yesterday.
There's no doubt. His name is Olsen.
- Will you contact the police? - No. We'll deal with it ourselves.
The governor says Olsen is slightly deranged, but harmless.
You're a genius! We've seen it again and again, and this one last time.
- Let's celebrate it, eh? - Again, Benny?
You sit there and drink every single day. We're busy, you know.
This is an historic moment. Egon certainly deserves a beer.
I'm not having any. I'll go to the bank to hire a box for this.
To make sure nothings going to happen.
I've told the café that we want the big menu and a piano player.
We'll be 27, as you're going alone.
- I have to go. - You can start on the silver.
- Egon! Egon! - Yes?
Maybe I should come, too. We could get the fur coat straight away.
- Well... - Kjell, where are you?
I'm here.
- Don't go anywhere. - I'm going with Egon.
- Absolutely not! - Just a little trip.
- It was meant to be a surprise. - I know that one.
No, you'll stay here and help Benny polish the silver.
This is the silver that my sister and I inherited.
Do a good job, now. Modern polish can be okay, -
- but what really makes the silver shine is drive and perseverance.
What's that?
It's him! The fat guard!
- What about our money? - We have to follow them.
- You're not running away. - We simply have to go.
- We just have to. - But...
I'm sorry.
What now? Egon said this was the last time.
I thought it sounded too good to be true.
And what about Valborg? And our silver wedding?
That was a big bash on Egon's head.
- And then he took our money. - He's going back there.
- What are we going to do? - Take it easy, Kjell.
- He left with our money. - What did he do with Egon?
- They haven't killed him. - What about the money?
- Do you have the fish? - Yes. And crispbread.
Stop it. Give me the trout.
Bloody hell! What a stench! Come on.
What about the briefcase?
Very well. Fast and efficient. I'll commend you to the director.
Thank you very much.
Could you get me a taxi? I have to catch the plane at 3 p.m.
Tell me... This Olsen, what about him?
Olsen? I've got him under control.
You realise that he knows too much, don't you?
Too much?
Exactly.
I see.
No! Bad dog!
- I'm very sorry about this. - Let's just get going.
- It stinks in here. - What about the money?
- To the airport. Quickly. - Airport quick. Yes, yes.
Come on, Benny!
The red light is coming up. Do exactly as I say.
Hi there! Could you tell me the way to Slottsparken?
What?
Could you tell me the way to Slottsparken?
Skjottspraklen? It's straight ahead.
Are you mad? No, no, it's that way.
- No, straight ahead. - No. Do you have a map?
- Could I see... - Yes, map! Map!
- Let me see that. - We don't have time for this.
We have a plane to catch.
He has to know where Slottsparken is.
Let's see. We're here, right? There.
And the yellow spot there is Fornebu airport.
- We have to move on. - Yes, exactly. Let's see.
- All this is Oslo, then. - Yes, okay. It's Oslo.
And the green spot there is Slottsparken.
- You have to turn around, then. - No, no.
- The airport is that way. - Yes, exactly. Straight ahead.
- Exactly. Brilliant. - Straight ahead.
Get out of the way, so we can move on.
Happy Journey! Good luck!
Drive on, now.
Stop that! A nudge in the back is a yellow card.
Quickly! After them!
They've fooled us.
Brilliant! You can get up now, Kjell.
Is it over? Have we had our money back?
Yes. We fooled them as usual. Right, Egon?
As usual.
You're a genius. Brilliant! And so is Kjell, right?
- Yes, Kjell was there. - Thank you.
There you go, Kjell. You deserve a medal.
Oh, no. But maybe we could look at that fur coat for Valborg.
- If it's okay. - Why not? What do you think?
Yes, that can be arranged.
- Should we call the police? - No, they're far too busy.
My dear colleague...
I have to tell you that this work is very extensive, and...
- Yes, it's a big case. - Yes...
And since you've been asked to come back for this, -
- and the case has been given to me... I think that...
Holm! Do you want to know why you've been given the case?
Yes, please.
Because they don't want the case to be solved yet.
- What? - It comes from high up.
For some reason they want it to take some time before the case is solved.
In this respect the Chief has absolute faith in you.
- Thank you... - Just take as long as you need.
Don't hurry.
If there's something you don't understand, don't hesitate to ask.
I understand that there's a lot of money involved. Millions.
Billions.
It's not possible! It can't be true! There should be 5 million.
- I knew it! - Quiet! I've had enough.
- Take it easy, Kjell. - What should I say to Valborg?
- I can't take all this rubbish. - Stop it, Egon.
- It's not Kjell's fault. - Is it my fault, then?
It's the same every single time.
I'm so tired of you! Who do you think you are?
You're a couple of dimwits and numskulls. Especially Kjell.
All you ever think of is your own private foolery.
That's enough! I won't have it! It's my life you're talking about.
My marriage. 25 years with Valborg. You call that foolery?
What do you know about it? What do you know about life? Nothing.
You're always in jail. You think everything is so easy.
As long as we do what you say. You don't know anything -
- about being married, keeping your mouth shut, and putting up with it.
You're nothing but a... But a... A conceited clown!
Honestly, you two. Don't take it so badly.
Let's go home to Valborg, and then everything will be fine.
Damn it! The briefcase has a double bottom.
- Look, Egon. - Is it money?
I don't know, but we better let Egon...
Here. What do you think it is?
Is it money?
I'll be damned...
- What is it? - Yes, what is it?
Would you like to know what this is?
- Yes, please. - Weapons, Holm.
- Weapons? - Yes. Jets, rockets, tanks...
Guns and automatic hand weapons to the sum of 750 million kroner.
What's that got to do with an insurance company?
The insurance company has financial trouble.
The director has lost a lot of money on unfortunate speculations -
- in the iron and aluminium businesses, as you know.
Now he's trying to put everything straight with one single scoop.
He's invested 750 million kroner in weapons -
- which he can sell to a group of African countries.
They can't get weapons legally, and they're willing to pay overprice.
They're willing to pay one billion kroner for these weapons.
The profit of 250 millions is enough to cover Bang-Johansen's deficit.
Yes, but... That's illegal.
- Yes, you could say that. - We have to intervene, then!
Young man. Dear, young friend... What would we gain by that?
High North would go bankrupt.
One of our largest banks would be in dire financial trouble.
Hundreds of thousands of people would lose their savings.
Not to mention the scandal. And the international complications.
No, it's not without reason that the minister has given us the case.
- But we know all this... - The evidence, Holm.
The evidence is in a red briefcase on its way to Paris.
Both the French, the Russians, and the Americans are involved.
There are strong powers behind it. Everyone wants a slice of the cake.
- Our slice is worth 5 million. - Why?
These papers are worth 5 million to Bang-Johansen.
We have to get to High North, before they file for bankruptcy.
I have to go home to Valborg, whether I want to or not.
Just go. I can do this on my own if you drop me off.
Isn't it better if we're there? Just to be safe.
Don't worry. This time nothing can go wrong. My plan is ready.
- Hello. - Hello.
I would like to take out life insurance.
- Very well. For how much? - Five million.
Hallandsen has had a nervous breakdown on his way to the airport.
Talk to the ambassador, the president, and the army chief, -
- and ensure them that I'll deal with the matter personally.
Mrs Hansen? Mrs Hansen!
- Oh... Have the police called? - Yes.
- Has Hallandsen said anything? - No.
- Has he lost it completely? - Yes.
Someone has to know where that briefcase is.
I do.
- What are you saying? - It's in my office.
- In your office? - Yes.
A man with a red briefcase is asking for you.
- A man? What does he look like? - Hat, cigar, and briefcase.
I see! Send him in.
- And alert the guard. - I already have.
Please come in.
Please sit down.
You wanted to talk to me about something.
- Life insurance? - For 5 million.
Dear me.
So it won't pay to kill me. The price will be the same.
- May I? - Please.
Is it your habit not to read the papers you're signing?
- How's that? - Have you read the small?
- The small? - Print.
At the very bottom. What looks like part of the ornamentation.
Those are all the exceptions. You just need to choose.
Suicide, gross negligence, dangerous work, natural disasters.
And accidents.
Idiot, just like all the others.
You deal with Olsen. This time he has to disappear completely.
If not, I would advise you to disappear and stay away. Okay?
I know just the way.
I've always said that without the silver wedding -
- there wouldn't have been any reason to be married for 25 years.
Just think, 25 years as a maid and a washerwoman.
There you sit with all your hidden dreams and talents, -
- while the years fly by like jet planes.
When I think of all the offers I had back then...
You're my sister. You know that Kjell wasn't the only one.
What he had then he's lost now, and then some.
And now I have no idea if we're going to have a party at all.
It was going to be so grand. Egon was going to treat us, you know.
And Kjell was going to give me something I've wanted for years.
I haven't seen a thing. But at least they're polishing the silver.
Yes, the silver from Mum.
What are you saying?
You know very well that Mum wanted me to have that.
Yes, she said that. Stop it!
Did I say anything, when you left with the vases?
You put the egg cups and the napkin rings down your bra.
We all saw it, when we were having coffee. Don't play innocent.
I'll tell you... She hung up.
I'd tell you something, if only I could have the chance. What? Egon?
It's about time. Where are you? The acid plant at Alnabru?
- What are you doing there? - Get Benny or Kjell!
No way. They're finally doing something useful, so...
- Shut up, you insane woman! - Who do you think you are?
If you don't bring the millions now, hijacking will be a walk in the park.
Especially for Kjell... He hung up as well. Men!
- What did Egon say? - Is anything wrong?
I'd rather not repeat what he said. Do a good job, now.
Polish the back as well, so that one can see the silver stamp.
- What do you think? - They've fooled him again.
- We better go and get him. - Yes, and the millions.
When you're done with the silver you can polish the crystal.
- What are we going to do? - The usual. Go out the back.
When you're done with that, you can... Kjell?
Kjell, where are you?
New
- Isn't that the car belonging to..? - The gorilla.
I hope we're not too late.
- It must be here. - Yes, the light is on.
- How are we going to get in? - It's probably locked.
- Are you mad? - What is this old junk?
Benny! Look!
You're right. It's Egon's hat.
- Do you think they've..? - I'm afraid so.
- So Egon is... - Yes, we're too late.
- It's a damned shame. - Good, old Egon.
They got him in the end.
- Yes, and all our millions. - Good, old Egon. And his millions.
- What am I going to say to Valborg? - Don't think about Valborg.
That's easy for you to say. You heard her.
It's about time you gave her a piece of your mind.
- What? Me? - Yes, you.
Shame on you. You ought to wash your mouth with soap.
Valborg who's looked forward to this for so long.
She was getting a fur coat, and I was giving a speech.
I've written a song. What have you done? Nothing at all.
You've had beer at our place, and coffee and cake and homely comfort.
It's all been tiptop. But when things go wrong, I have to talk to Valborg.
You're never there. You wouldn't dream of it, would you?
No, I guess you're right. Forgive me. Forgive me, I said.
- What's wrong? - Egon...
Bloody hell!
Egon Oh, bother. Good, old Egon.
Oh, no... Benny!
- Damn it. Egon! - What are we going to do?
Sit down, for God's sake!
Easy now, Egon. You just sit and enjoy the view.
- Hi there! - Good to see you again, Egon.
- That was about time. - We didn't know...
I've got a plan.
Take it easy. Wait until we get to a more quiet place.
That is the dumbest excuse I've ever heard, Egon.
Many people would like to put you in acid, -
- but that doesn't justify your indulging in telephone terror.
- Me? - Yes. You made dirty accusations.
And then you put the phone down on me. And you!
Go on with your work. There's enough to do.
If you'd brought the millions, I might have forgiven you.
But no. You just come barging in, claiming that you have a plan.
I do have a plan, but it's urgent.
I'll say! The silver wedding is only 14 days away.
It's about time you kept your promises.
Bang-Johansen has gone into hiding in a suite at the SAS Hotel.
He's leaving for Paris tomorrow morning. This is our last chance.
We'll need some makeup and three soft drinks.
The operation starts tomorrow morning at 4:30.
We'll sneak in with the cleaning ladies.
Bang-Johansen has hired the KBG. Those are the new guards.
- KBG? Come on! They're Russian. - Russian? How's that?
No, not KGB, but KBG. Kristoffersen's Body Guards.
It's a private security company. They'll look after Bang-Johansen.
How are we going to fix that?
Don't worry. I have a plan. KBG is a company in growth.
With today's demand for bodyguards it's hard to get qualified staff.
Their union have achieved as many advantages -
- as people who work on the oilrigs or in the media.
They work strict hours, and they're very particular about that.
That's where we come in.
They're late. One minute and 20 seconds. It's bloody useless.
Here's the relief.
You're late again. We won't stand for it.
It was just a minute or two. Surely it's not that bad.
Here comes their food. They're entitled to eat every three hours.
The food must be delivered by the employer and meet all requirements.
Let's hope everything is okay today, Kristoffersen.
We're eating at 5 p.m. That's in 15 minutes.
Yesterday it was 7 minutes late, and there wasn't any pickle.
And one more thing. The agreement says cold beer, not lukewarm.
There was a minor mistake yesterday. I'll check it straight away.
- I'm doing my best. - It's not good enough.
Hello! We're off duty. We want to go home.
Yes, I'm coming. Look out for that guy with a hat and a cigar.
Yes, yes. You do your job, we'll do ours. Okay?
Yes. Bye.
Look! That's the cleaning ladies. We have to get ready.
Remember what to do. Find the bulky refuse disposal.
The operation starts in two minutes.
What a filthy pig! It's the worst experience I've ever had.
I ought to complain, but I'm not staying for one more minute.
Bye. Have fun!
Is there anything we can do for you?
- I'm from KSS. - Well, we all have our problems.
Kampen Service System. I heard you needed some ladies.
We always need ladies here. Especially the mature type.
For cleaning, that is. I've brought a friend. Gunda!
Okay, get started. Quick!
- Here it is. - Thank you very much.
There you go. Get started. Quick!
- Here's yours... - That model?
- Anything wrong with that? - Yes. My sister had one of those.
There was always something wrong with it. Are you sure it works?
This model? Oh yes, it's...
We could go in and see if the suction works.
Yes, thank you.
- Look, Benny. - It's blinking. Brilliant!
There. It's working like a diving bell now.
You're a real prankster, I think. You really need some hoovering in here.
Yes, and a little refreshment. How about...
Just answer the phone. I'll hoover while you talk.
Yes... Yes.
Yes, this is the... The inspector.
Oh...
It would be nice to sample the goods.
Unpack them a bit, you know?
- Did you see that, Egon? - Yes, you really soaked it up.
- Is that what you usually do? - Among other things.
That was child's play.
It's a deal. You'll get back to me. Bye!
That'll show him, the old pig.
Hey, you... Are any of my... ladies up there?
Yes, there are two of them. They'll suit you perfectly.
- Straight to the garbage room. - We just need to find it.
I'll be damned!
This is a case for the union. We'll have a meeting straight away.
Hurry up! The key!
- What are you doing? - Looking for some polish.
If you saw the doorframes...
We don't have time for that. Where's the hoover?
Over there. If we're going to do this properly, it will take some time.
Well, sweetie... Anything I can do for you?
Oh... I thought it was your daughter.
- She's further down the hall. - Yes. I'm sorry.
- Never mind. - Sorry. It was an accident.
Yes...
Of course I'm sure. I'm not seeing things. I'm not like that.
Come here, and I'll show you. Look! Week-old dust.
Probably hasn't been cleaned since Christmas...
Yes, yes. Let's go and have a little refreshment.
You ought to find your polish, so we can do the doorframes.
There it is.
- This must be it. - "Bulky refuse". That's it.
What the hell was that?
Look, dear boys. I've brought the beers.
Ice-cold. Cold and fresh.
But what on earth... What are you doing here?
The first rule at KBG is never to leave a customer unprotected.
Listen, my good man.
Don't you lecture me.
I'm responsible for one of the finest houses in town.
Shut up, you insane woman!
Yes, but...
...this pigsty! It's just like the lady said.
You're a filthy, old pig. Who's your boss?
Out! Get out!
Listen, Egon. If this is the kind of person you consort with, -
- I'm not letting Kjell hang out with you anymore.
It's him! Get him!
No, no! Not him. Her!
Him... Go! Him.
Oh...
Come on!
Hello? Yes, hello.
This is Kristoffersen. Yes, Mr Director.
Dressed as a woman in a floral dress. I'll take care of it.
It takes a hell of a long time.
I hope nothings gone pear-shaped.
What's happening?
It's Valborg.
Maybe she needs help.
Wait, Kjell. Look...
Oh...
Hey! You perverted scoundrel.
And in my private rubbish chu...
Hello! Stop thief! Hello!
There it is.
- Look, Kjell. Everything's okay. - Not everything. Come and see.
- Come on! Hurry! - We should wait for Egon.
The most important thing is to get the briefcase to a safe place.
Well, Kjell. Everything's okay now.
What about Egon? Are you sure he's coming?
Of course. He's not had a permanent sex change, you know.
It's almost a pity that this is the last time, Kjell.
Nothing can go wrong now. Right, Benny?
- Damn it! He's following us. - What are we going to do?
Hold on. We'll have to shake them.
Come on, now! Step on it!
I'm hired to be a muscleman, not to sit and turn this thing.
Am I seeing things, or was that a record attempt?
That's enough. It's like a bloody Grand Prix race.
Mummy? Why is the man dressed up as a woman?
Hush! Some people like that. They can do that if they want.
What's going on here, Holm?
It's in the bag. If you'll allow the expression.
I've gone through the whole case. I've finished.
- The whole thing? - Yes, I had to do a bit of overtime.
I talked to the Chief, and he was very pleased.
- So was the minister. - You've talked to the minister?
Yes, she explained the whole case. Now I understand it much better.
- You do? - Yes. Would you like to hear it?
Yes, please.
- Realpolitik. - Realpolitik?
It has to do with strategy and balance of power.
I see. I should have guessed.
Well, there you have it.
- And we shouldn't care about this? - No.
The Chief was very pleased that we finished the assignment.
Well, then. There's nothing left to do.
No. What needs to be done now will be done by other people.
You said you were going to shake them.
- What's happened? - The Chief asked me to look at this.
Yes? Just tell me if there's anything I can...
Thank you. Oh, yes. I have a letter for you.
I see? Thank you very much.
Grey... That's odd.
- Grey paper as well. - Yes, I'm sorry.
"Efficiency saving. Economy measures. Early retirement."
Yes, I'm very sorry.
After 30 long years of faithful service in the department...
I guess it's because the High North case is over.
Over? What do you mean? The case hasn't been solved.
Like you said: Some cases are best left unsolved.
Do you know what, young man?
For 30 years I've spent my time tidying up after the politicians.
For 30 years I've arrested the small fry and let the big fish go.
I'm going to the minister. Someone has to do something.
Yes! This is Hermansen.
Hello, Minister. Very well, Minister. Who?
Walter? No, there's no one here by that name.
Oh... I'm sorry, Minister. Just a moment.
It's the minister. It's for you... Walter.
Hello? Hi, Mona.
- Look at that! - What's that?
- A lady. Just a lady. - Surely you recognise those legs.
- Egon! Have you been out dancing? - Hush! Wait till we're inside.
- Valborg wants the briefcase. - It's worth a lot of money, right?
It's worth 750 million. The police will give us a reward.
It's 10 %, so there'll be 75 million for us.
Valborg? Valborg, we're back. Valborg, where are you?
Come and see the merry widow.
That's strange. Isn't she in?
What's this?
"Goodbye for ever! Valborg."
"PS: I'm at my sister's."
She's left me. What am I going to do?
- Relax. You know how women are. - We must go and apologize.
- Good Lord... - It's all your fault, Egon!
- My fault? What do you mean? - Your fault. You're a genius, right?
Always thinking of millions and world peace. What's the outcome?
Tragedy and human misery! And now the police are here.
What? Jesus, the whole street is full of them. What to do?
Take it easy, guys. We're on top of things now.
No one leaves the room. You better give yourselves up.
Really? I have proof of an illegal weapons transaction.
I intend to give it to the minister of justice in person.
Certainly. You're charged with stealing a red briefcase.
And for endangering world peace. Please come with us.
I can't believe this is the end of the Olsen Gang.
Relax. Everything's going to be fine, Kjell.
Go and talk to her. I'm sure she'll come back.
I'm afraid to go in. It all looks so sinister.
Remember that nasty knife on the table.
There should be an umbrella in here. I'll take the coat.
Gosh, it's heavy.
Look! It's full of money.
- All our millions. - Look!
Yes. Yes, of course. I see.
Yes. Goodbye.
- That was the minister. - Did she ask for me?
No. Look, Holm.
She wanted to explain this headline.
Maybe the minister needed a scapegoat.
- A scapegoat? - Yes. I've found the perfect one.
I've arrested Egon Olsen, you see.
Yes? Yes, speaking.
What? Egon Olsen?
No, he hasn't been arrested at all. No.
- Who was that? - An anonymous caller.
Someone who offered to bail Egon Olsen out for 5 million kroner.
You just said he hadn't been arrested.
Exactly. The minister said that in today's international situation -
- you don't need a scapegoat. You need a national hero.
EGON OLSEN SECURES WORLD PEACE!
THE END??