WANDENBERG CLASSIFIED
THE ROYAL NORWEGIAN HOME OFFICE
HALLANDSEN PERMANENT SECRETARY
The Permanent Secretary is expecting you.
The Wandenberg papers are here. Again.
They should have been incinerated long ago. But now they're back.
It's unbelievable!
Just imagine how the media will react, when they learn this.
It'll be a terrible scandal.
- The Home Secretary, he'll... - She.
- Excuse me? - She. It's a "she" now.
- What is? - The Home Secretary.
Of course. At least for now. Because heads will roll here.
Bugger... I mean: "Oh, my God".
If I'd only been warned against this.
The papers have been registered now. The scandal's inevitable.
I haven't been briefed about those papers.
Good for you. But I can tell you this much...
They contain highly sensitive information.
- Is this another grass root scandal? - Poor child! Grass root!
No, this is taking place at a much higher level.
- Good Heavens! - Yes. There, too.
Is there any way I can help you?
- Look at me. What do you see? - I see you, Mr Hallandsen.
Oh, yes. Right. Great.
You can't be satisfied with just being a chief of section.
The situation's critical, and we must resort to unorthodox measures.
Those papers must be destroyed once and for all!
I'm sure you know what I'm talking about.
Yes. Our efficient employees here will take care of it.
Really? Efficient employees? Here?
You mustn't get involved yourself.
And you mustn't let the office get involved.
And, of course, we haven't had this conversation at all.
- Is that clear? - Yes.
Excellent. Do what you have to do. In God's and in Bondevik's name.
THE RECORD OFFICE FOREIGN COUNTRIES
It's your fault, Grønn-Larsen.
Our employees did everything by the book.
But we were faced with an unforeseen defect.
Please. You assured me that our employees were skilled.
They're both to be transferred to the foot patrol in Flekkefjord.
Once men had courage and guts. Not to mention style.
Back then the Norwegian was typically a good man.
TV-NYDALEN "NOT LARGEST, BUT FASTEST".
SUNNYDALE OLD PEOPLE'S HOME
This is Olsen. We were told to bring him here.
He's to participate in the programme: "On a good footing with the illness".
He doesn't look too good.
He always looks this way. He's feeling great.
- You should have seen the others. - Olsen's here. He looks terrible.
- But they claim he's fine. - We can't use people that weak.
- What's the matter with him? - What's the matter with him?
Nothing. He's just getting older, and most people hate that.
He's just a little senile and has reduced hearing.
He's okay as tong as his hearing aid works.
- What the hell was that? - I'm just checking his hearing aid.
And you're awaiting an operation.
It might take 1-2 years. Maybe 3. Or 4 years. You never know.
WAITING LIST B
Just be patient.
You can't sit right here. Then the others can't see the telly.
Has your rucksack been emptied today? Well, I can't help you.
- Sister..? - Yes?
- I've forgotten your name. - What does it say there?
Now I can see it. Sister Agnes.
- Can I have some egg and bacon? - No, but you can have a bedpan.
- Yes. And make it crispy. - It's been boiled.
Boiled bedpan?
50 kroner.
- I'm hungry. Do you have chapati? - No, nan.
- Industrigata 12. - Yes, yes.
I said number 12, you fool.
Douze. Twelve. Zwölf. Ein-zwei.
Industrigate 12. The name's Andersen.
Andersen? We'll be there within a few minutes. Thank you.
Any free taxis in sector 11?
The Norwegians ought to be ashamed of themselves.
In several old people's homes, you'll find -
- fellow countrymen, who have lived thriftily -
- and thereby contributed to the creation of this wonderful society.
Today, they're lonely, abandoned, and forgotten.
Mr Olsen, how does it feel to be forgotten by everybody?
Mr Olsen? Can you hear me?
Can you hear me now, Olsen?
Of course. Why do you ask?
Tell me, is it true that nobody has visited you for 15 years?
14 years. But it's true that nobody has visited me.
You must feel terribly let down.
- Let down? Yes, I guess so. - And lonely.
Yes, lonely. Let down and lonely.
- Egon... - But it wasn't always like that.
- Egon. - I had friends back then.
- Are you out'? - But now they've let you down?
- Yes. Definitely. - Aren't you very disappointed?
Oh, I don't know.
Because they were a couple of idiots and wimps.
Numbskulls, amateurs, -
- socialists, lazybones and cowards.
They were absolutely useless.
Such people ought to be institutionalised.
It seems like we've lost the connection to Tuppen Gurken, -
- and we apologize for that. We're trying to solve the problem, -
- and hopefully we'll be back in a few minutes.
Where are you going, Harry? The bedpan's here.
Press there.
Then you can talk to all the cars. There you can talk to the clients.
And then you need to say "good evening" very nicely, right?
You need to say: "This is Benny's Taxi." No, no, no.
Not that button. This one. Good luck. I'll see you.
Take care, Benny.
That button. No, not that one. This one.
Grønn-Larsen, hello?
You need to pull yourself together. I've just seen Egon Olsen.
- And I'm not hallucinating. - No, of course not.
- But... what should I..? - What you should do?
First, we should be thankful that our prayers have been heard.
Secondly, you must pay the TV station a visit -
- and get a hold of Egon Olsen.
- And then... - I'm on my way.
M-m-must I leave right now?
Yes. A public servant must always be prepared.
- Over and out. - Yes, sir.
- Look out. - Excuse me, I didn't see...
Harry? Old friend. Are you still alive?
It's been a while, Benny. I can't believe we're meeting like this.
Why are you walking with crutches now?
I placed a charge in "Romeriksporten" to equalize the delay on the railway.
But I didn't know there was that much water above us.
- The water's not a problem any more. - They've made it tight now.
It was you! I should have guessed it.
- Excuse me, where's the lavatory? - Just go right through that door.
Straight ahead, down the hallway, second door on your left, -
- through the hallway and left. There you'll find two lavatories.
- Benny, what are you up to now? - Transportation.
You mean export, right? For the national breweries.
That's funny! No, I'm serious.
Messenger service and taxis. Legal messenger service. Illegal taxis.
Then why are you walking?
You know how difficult it is to get a taxi these days.
Where are you going? The same way as I am?
No, I was... I just wanted to...
- Did you also see Egon on TV? - I most certainly did.
GREETING CARDS
COSTUMES
He'll be happy to see us. You heard him on TV.
He misses us. That poor thing hasn't seen a soul for 14 years.
- He's been very lonely. - Look!
- I don't believe it, Harry. - Egon's back.
- Oh, my... - There you are. Finally.
- And you didn't even bring a flag. - Good old Egon.
- It's great to see you again. - What's happened?
- A minor explosion accident. - Ah, the usual.
And I'm in the transport industry.
"Benny's Taxi Ltd." "Call Us And We'll Be There."
- Original. Where's the limo? - They were all occupied.
- We've really missed you. - We've missed you terribly, Egon.
We've missed you terribly. Times are hard.
And it's become difficult to earn a living.
- And we're not getting any younger. - At least Harry isn't.
But you're still the same good old Egon.
Isn't that true, Harry? He hasn't changed at all.
No, not at all. Do you have a plan, Egon?
- A small one? - One? I have several plans.
I have been busy all these years.
I told you so! Of course, Egon has a plan.
Egon, just tell us what to do. We're fit for fight.
- I wish Kjell was here. - We can't stand here all day.
Let's see if Valborg's home.
- Egon Olsen? - What? Egil Olsen?
- What? - Drillo? No, he's not here.
- No, I'm talking about Egon Olsen. - He's not here either.
He should have been here. Everybody's looking for him.
A few minutes on the telly and you're a star.
- Isn't he here? What do you mean? - He's vanished.
Let us know if you see him. He needs to go back to the home.
- We'll have a nice, cosy evening. - What do you know? Campari.
It's so nice to see you. It was such a surprise to see you on the telly.
And you're in an old people's home. I thought you were in prison.
- What's it like in the home? - They wake you up much too early.
Seriously, why do they wake up old people?
Let them sleep in their beds instead of in the chair next to the bed.
Oh, my, is this Basse, Valborg? He's grown so much.
I could hardly recognise him. He used to be much smaller.
- What's Basse doing now? - He wanted to become a doctor.
But we didn't have a piano, and then he suddenly went abroad.
And now I believe he's in the diamond business.
He's very busy. But he still keeps in touch...
And the last time he was in London he sent me a Christmas card.
From a place called... "Dartmoor Prison".
- Yes. Cheers. - Cheers.
It tastes like the stuff we get in the home.
See, Egon thinks it's nice. East or west, home is best.
Isn't that right, Egon? But I've got something for you.
It's been lying there since Basses wedding. The first one, that is.
- Well, what is it, Egon? - What?
The plan. You said you had a plan.
- Did I say that? - You said you had several plans.
- Let's just hear one of them. - A plan is vital right now.
So you would like to hear my plan?
It's not that I need the money. I've still got returnable bottles.
And I get an honorary pension after Kjell from the brewery association.
But a few millions would be nice. As long as it isn't dangerous.
- Let's hear it, Egon. - All right. I have a plan.
- Brilliant, Egon. - Let us know if we can help you.
Yes, Egon, tell us about your plan.
The plan is originally from 1984. But that doesn't matter.
- Does it involve a lot of money? - Millions.
Because I know where we can find a safe. A Franz Jäger from 1944.
Brilliant, Egon. You can count on us.
The safe belongs to a consultancy owned by Bang-Johansen.
- We can just walk right in. - Is there any money there?
Consultancies rarely have cash on hand.
Megabygg operates in developing countries and uses cash for bribes.
And we're talking about a lot of money. Hundreds of millions.
The best thing is that nobody owns the money. It belongs to the state.
- And we're the state. - Then it's legal.
Brilliant. Are you listening, Harry? There are tons of money.
I'm sorry I doubted you in the beginning.
- There's no time to lose. - Please, Egon.
Women need time to prepare. I must call my hairdresser...
And I need a new bathing suit and a swimming ring.
And a new dress, and... Listen, will it be Majorca this time?
Or a cruise in the Caribbean? I don't care.
As long as it's expensive.
OSLO POLICE HEADQUARTERS
Sergeant Holm?
The Home Office? Finally, something's happening.
- Is it about my early retirement? - What? No.
It's about a discreet investigation of a certain person.
- I see. Discreet? - Yes.
- What is it? - The case is extremely important.
The Chief Constable thought that you, very discreetly, might find...
- You talked to the Chief Constable? - Yes.
And when we're through you'll forget all about this conversation.
Is it the Wandenberg-papers?
- What? No, no, no. - Yes, yes, yes.
No, it isn't. No, no, no. Well, maybe.
Those papers were bound to reappear sooner or later.
- Do you know what they contain? - Nobody knows.
- Old hands like me know. - Please.
I'm still young, and my parents are alive.
I don't want to jeopardize our safety.
No. Just tell me why you're here.
It concerns a former inmate. Egon Olsen.
- Don't make me laugh. - Sorry.
Egon Olsen was a man of honour.
- A criminal? - Yes, and you know why?
Because he was only engaged in illegal crime.
- What do you see here? - Documents.
Yes. Tons of white-collar crimes. All unsolved.
- And why is that? - The workloads too heavy?
No, because the main part of these crimes are legal.
In comparison, Egon Olsen was a man of honour.
If you want to talk to him, you'll just have to wait.
If Olsen's discharged and there's but one Franz Jäger safe left, -
- he'll soon make a move. That's the beauty of a habitual offender.
This is the office building.
The company is on the second floor, and there's the safe.
- Brilliant, Egon. - The second floor? With my leg?
- Maybe I'll just keep guard? - Nonsense. The lift's excellent.
And we need you to carry the dynamite.
Yes, we can't do this without you. Bang, bang.
Not to mention the little metal thing. Do you still have it?
- Yes. And this one. - We don't use guns.
This is the taxi driver's dearest weapon.
Brilliant, Benny!
It's all been timed and planned.
We'll strike tonight at 9 PM sharp.
Sergeant Holm!
Yes, sergeant Gran.
What are you up to, constable Gran?
I'm just testing... We've got him.
I see. Who?
The corrupt financier, Bang-Johansen, is coming to Oslo.
Do you really think so? He's not that stupid.
His wife called us, as he's cheating on her with a 19-year-old pop singer.
- That must be Lill-Babs. - Lill-Babs? 19?
- I thought you said 90. - He's on his way from Stockholm.
What do you think we should do about that?
We'll follow him from the airport, and then we'll get him.
- He'll be prosecuted later. - We can't handle it.
A smuggler, a car salesman who hasn't paid VAT, maybe.
But a corrupt financier like Bang-Johansen? Never.
Listen to me, Gran.
Things are different with big financiers like him.
It's amazing what sly lawyers can come up with.
Those kinds of people never end up in jail.
- It could have been a great victory. - Rubbish!
Arrest him, then. You'll answer for the consequences.
- Thank you. - Gran...
If you succeed... remember: The department is me.
Go. I'm busy.
Where was I? Yes...
Here we are.
- Benny. The candle. Hurry up. - Yes.
- Good old Franz. - Yes. Talcum powder.
Gloves.
- Stethoscope. - Here you are.
This reminds me of something, Attila. This reminds me of the Olsen Gang.
I'd like to report a burglary.
Grønn-Larsen. The police? I'll be right there.
Don't do anything. Nothing at all.
- It's beautiful. - Yes.
Hurry up, Egon. Somebody might come.
Wait for me here. It'll only take a minute.
There you go.
I don't believe it. The safes empty.
According to my plan, the safe should be bursting with cash.
I told you these companies don't hold that much cash.
Well, at least we'll get the bottle deposit for this one.
It hasn't been totally futile.
Hello? Constable Gran. You've reported a burglary.
That's right. This way. Attila, stay.
- Talk about thieves. - Everybody's stealing nowadays.
Do you have another plan, Egon? What do we do now?
We need to get away in a hurry. Come on.
- Quiet. - Come on.
The candle. We forgot the candle.
In the name of the law! Open up! Police!
I know you're in there, Bang-Johansen.
Open the door immediately!
That's strange.
Hello? ls anybody there?
It's 21:37 p.m. You're arrested for financial crime.
Egon Olsen? I didn't expect to see you here.
Stop! In the name of the King and the law.
Egon Olsen. It's a pleasure meeting you.
Sergeant Gran. What are you doing here?
I've arrested a big white-collar criminal. Bang-Johansen.
You can't just arrest people whenever you feel like it.
We mustn't work later than 4 p.m. Monday-Friday.
And no later than 4.30 p.m. on Thursdays.
But this is one of the worlds biggest financial crooks.
- He is... hello? - Just let him go.
One financial crook isn't all that important.
As to the rest of people present... listen carefully.
According to the authorities, this has never taken place.
And you're bound to secrecy out of consideration for national security.
- Do you represent the landlord? - Yes.
- Is that a lift? - Yes.
Press the button, please.
And you, Mr Olsen, you should come with me.
And the rest of you haven't seen or heard anything, -
- and therefore you can't tell anybody about this.
Talk about idiots.
Mr Olsen, I've looked forward to meeting you.
- You are a living legend. - I don't get it.
I mean, what about my three colleagues?
Forget about them. You're now the official guest of the Home Office.
You're an artist. People are already talking about a St. Olav.
The other three are not important at all.
- I knew it. - I feel like a clairvoyant.
It's like a déjà vu.
It's critical when even the plans are too old.
Poor Egon. He used to be such a hero.
Maybe we just ought to give up.
Maybe we should get a real job.
It's not that bad, after all.
- We'll think of something. - I know.
Did you say "I know"? I thought I heard you say that.
Yes, this is a piece of cake. You heard Egon.
He's been making plans at the old people's home for 15 years.
Now he's in trouble again.
If we visit the old people's home, we'll find a plan there.
- Do you think so? - Yes, of course.
Come on in.
You might find this somewhat odd, but we're worried about the Russians.
There are Russians everywhere. White Russians, too.
- They've tried to recruit my mother. - Oh, my God.
Please.
- Will you step inside, please? - I should be delighted.
- Have a seat. - Thank you.
Laboremus pro patria.
Iacta est alea.
Excellent. ls everything under control?
- Yes, boss. - Excellent.
Mr Olsen, it's a great pleasure meeting you personally this way.
Likewise.
You know we have a problem with a red briefcase labelled "classified".
- Your assistant has briefed me. - And you know what to do?
Of course, and I shall be delighted to do it.
Excellent. Do you think it'll be problematic...
Not at all. I have a plan. And I know exactly what to do.
- It can't go wrong. - I knew I could trust you.
You're a great man. And you'll be richly rewarded.
Of course. And I accept that, too.
Will you reveal just a little bit of your plan?
It's based on a profound insight into the nature of human beings.
I know that from the Home Office. We talk to politicians every day.
That's right. I need a few props.
A van with a theft alarm and two cans of spray paint.
- Did you get that, Grønn-Larsen? - Yes.
- And two helpers. - Helpers? Is that really necessary?
I never work alone.
We're dealing with top secret state secrets.
Yes, and since it concerns the Wandenberg-papers, -
- you can't, of course, reveal anything.
What? How..?
I shared a room with a former chief of section from the Home Office.
And he was up to date with most things. But don't worry.
As you know, old people generally have a poor short-term memory.
Therefore, it's no problem to confess things to us.
SUNNYDALE OLD PEOPLE'S HOME
- Stupid idiots! - Egon?
And wimps.
I have a plan. It's all been timed and planned.
Oh, do shut up. Miserable amateur.
Socialist! That's what you are. Because I also have a plan.
I've said it many times before. Now it's my turn.
- I've waited for 30 years. - Just ignore those two.
Your plans are ridiculous and useless.
But I socialize with the barrister of the Supreme Court in room 33.
And I know where there's a safe. Not just any kind of safe.
But a Franz Jäger-safe, which is just waiting...
- Waiting? - Yes, waiting to be opened.
They're not the real thing. They just pretend to be Egon Olsen.
Where's the real Egon Olsen, then?
If you want to meet the real Egon Olsen, -
- I'm afraid he's not home... right now.
Excuse me, I've got an appointment with the Home Secretary.
Was the paint and the van okay?
- Fine. - We have a crowbar, maybe..?
- No, no. - And our two public servants...
- They're not that special. - No, that's obvious.
THE RECORD OFFICE FOREIGN COUNTRIES
THE PERMANENT SECRETARY IS AN ARSEHOLE
Come here!
Although we might agree, we must get rid of it.
Come on! Heave ho!
Grønn-Larsen is here with a briefcase.
Show him in.
Make sure that those two officers are transferred to Flekkefjord.
The van must be destroyed and burnt. Is that clear?
Of course, but now we've got the briefcase...
Grønn-Larsen. Look at me? What do you see?
- I see that the PS is angry. - I'm not angry, but disappointed.
- But we've got the briefcase... - Yes, but by what means?
You were to solve this problem, but I don't like the methods used.
- Sorry. - And concerning Mr Olsen...
- Yes, we've promised him... - Forget all about that.
There's no written agreement, and remember...
This man has been a burden on society during the last 15 years.
He's been consuming bread and water for free.
He ought to be thankful. Think about it.
We know what people like him do if they come into money.
They sit in the park with beers in a bag.
And more importantly, Olsen is dangerous to us.
He knows a lot. He knows too much.
- You know what I mean. - No, not really.
Look at me, Mr Chief of Section, Grønn-Larsen.
That man's a menace to national security. He must be eliminated.
This obstacle must be removed. He must disappear.
Have I made myself clear?
Does the Permanent Secretary mean, that I...
Yes. If you want your well-earned place in this hierarchy.
If you want to make headlines, arm in arm with a member of the lodge -
- on the Heyerdahl Estate, you must not be squeamish.
If you want a private jet, a helicopter, your own football club.
A golden parachute when the time comes.
Then you need to focus on the future.
You know, you can't make an omelette without breaking the eggs.
Remember that, when you're out there performing your duty.
Well, Mr Olsen. Are you just sitting here enjoying life?
Come on, Mr Olsen. Let's go for a drive in the country.
Don't get me wrong, but society's like a flowerbed -
- which needs to be weeded out -
- to ensure that the strong plants survive. Are you listening, Olsen?
I'm sure you're a nice person... Mr Olsen, look at me.
Okay, Mr Olsen. We've arrived at our destination.
That's it. Come on.
There comes a time in your life when you need to reconsider things.
You mustn't take this personally, Mr Olsen.
Hello? Hello?
Hello?
Are there any free taxis in sector 15?
Okay. A taxi to the boarding house in Torggata.
Mrs Hågensen. 46.
Mrs Hågensen? Taxi number 46 will be there in two minutes.
Hello? This is "Benny's Taxi".
What?
Well, I never!
BENNY'S TAXI
He seems a bit confused.
Yes, we know him.
So, our problem has been eliminated? Excellent, Grønn-Larsen.
If it were possible, you would have received due recognition right now.
Look at me, Miss Sunde. What do you see?
May I take the liberty of saying that you look very happy?
Yes. And let me tell you why.
The nation has just survived -
- the most embarrassing crisis since we lost to Italy in the World Cup.
We've eliminated Norway's public enemy No. 1.
That's it. You look wonderful, Egon. It's great seeing you again.
We've been worried about you, right?
- Yes. - Do you have other plans, Egon?
Let's face it. We're getting too old.
Times have changed With platform shoes and all that.
All the modern things. We're behind the times.
Let's see.
Now you might even be able to listen to Radio Luxemburg.
You're talking nonsense. Have you lost your minds?
No. And besides, this isn't nonsense.
I've never heard such rubbish in my life.
Do you realize I've been conned and humiliated?
Yes, but now we're back together again. Everything's fine.
- No, it isn't. - We must face facts, Egon.
Some of us are too old and weak now.
- We must accept things as they are. - Please.
Must we tolerate anything, just because we've lived for a while?
Should we allow them to trample on our honour and our welfare? No way!
We've tried many times, but it didn't work out.
No, not for you. But it worked out fine for me.
But I've been conned, and I won't stand for it.
- So I have a new plan. - No, Egon, not again.
- We are tired... and old. - Rubbish.
- It all comes down to willpower. - Do you mean that, Egon?
- Of course I mean it. - So you do have a plan, Egon?
It's all been timed and planned. It can't go wrong this time.
We need a boatswain's chair, washing-up liquid, climbing rope, -
- 100 metres of rope, two plungers, sandbags, a coffee cup, -
- and an old-fashioned key to the loo.
It's right there.
The National Incinerating Plant.
Also known as "The Norwegian House".
Based on a drawing made by a student from the local school.
The building has Europe's most advanced alarm system.
It's made by Omega, and is fire-, explosive, and burglar-proof.
Who told you all this?
I shared a room with some engineers.
And they always started boasting when we were taking a nap.
I'm very proud of our new facilities.
It's been approved by experts, and it meets all safety requirements.
Here we have the heart of the facilities, the incinerating plant.
- Open it, please. - Yes, sir.
Everything's in perfect order here.
By the way, I've observed something...
Very well. Håvik's from Østfold, but he's still been approved as a guard.
Actually, he's got a high rank. Enter, please.
This is the world's most advanced incinerating plant.
And we're happy to say that foreign organizations -
- use our plant to a greater and greater extent.
And our local customers return to us, e.g. the worker's party's archives.
Papers from the Lund Commission have ended here.
And the Vestfold owners have also visited us.
And the Paper Recycling Factory ends their recycling process here.
Very impressive. I'm really impressed.
Now you'll see, how things are being done her.
THE OLSEN GANG THE COLLECTED WORKS
Within a few hours, the time has come for your briefcase, -
- and your problem is solved. You don't want a receipt, right?
- Good Heavens, no. No papers. - Of course not.
We always observe the deepest secrecy.
We've got an additional measure of precaution.
Do you see the small sensors on the wall?
They detect any abnormal movement, -
- and the alarm will immediately alert the staff.
I see. My parents had one just like that at home.
Allow me to demonstrate the system's sensitivity. Håvik?
Oh, yes.
A swan's feather.
Håvik, would you..?
This is the atomisation department.
This is what's left after four hours of incineration.
My God. This place has great potential.
Yes. An we'll put this lump in a suitable container.
Where is Mr Olsen?
The container is being sent to the airport.
It arrives at NASA in the US, and from there it's launched -
- into space. It's perfect international teamwork.
Seriously, Egon. Are you nuts? It's impossible.
Shut up. It'll be a piece of cake, if we stick to my plan.
- What do we do now? - We'll just wait here.
CANTEEN
Look, my friend. This is brilliant.
Shut up. We're busy. Come on.
Brilliant.
Come on, Benny. Cup, soap, and key.
Hurry up!
But...
That's strange.
Don't worry, lads. It was a false alarm. Just go.
Safety area A. Håvik speaking.
Yes, boss. Everything's under control.
It was just a small technical irregularity.
It was nothing, lads. Just another false alarm. Go on.
Seriously...
Okay, lads. Just go.
Håvik! What's happening here?
We're faced with a major technical irregularity.
- There it is again. - Stop it right now, Håvik.
Stop that noise. Come on, Håvik.
I can't take anymore.
Switch off the main switch, fool.
Go ahead, Harry.
Harry, wait a second.
What the hell are you doing, Harry?
Bugger! The plungers refuse to operate.
Don't worry. It's okay.
I give up. I can't take anymore.
My God...
Come on. Let's try again.
Now pull yourselves together! We're two minutes behind schedule.
Didn't you hear me before? Switch it off. You're fired.
Excellent!
That's it.
- I'm really sorry, Egon. - You two are hopeless.
Well, we succeeded in the end. You're still the best.
And your soap bubbles. It reminded me of the time -
- when Dan Barge Akerø's financial bubble burst.
It's your fault. It's too late.
I knew it!
After all these years. And it's not just this time.
It's the same every single time!
Oh, I forgot!
It's every time! Every single bloody time!
What the blue blazes..?
Listen, you old codger, how did you end up here?
- You can't stay here. - Can I have my camomile tea now?
I think you've lost your way. Come this way.
- Where's Dr. Fransen? - Brilliant, Egon. I get it.
Come this way. We'll soon find Dr. Fransen.
And perhaps some camomile tea, too.
That's it.
Have a seat. And it doesn't matter if you leak a little.
Don't you feel better now? Try to remember.
You must remember where you live.
- What do we do now? - I think I have an idea.
It's always like this. Either Egon gets arrested, -
- or he does things on his own.
Easy now, Valborg. Dr. Fransen's on his way.
Have another sip. I don't really know what to do now.
- Hello. I'm Dr. Fransen. - It's a good thing you came.
All of a sudden he just stood there.
I don't understand how he got in. They're like cockroaches.
They get in everywhere.
But he's totally confused.
He looks okay, and fortunately he hasn't wet his pants.
- I didn't need this. - Everything he said was true.
Isn't that right?
I'm so happy...
Congratulations, Permanent Secretary.
Now the problem is solved, and we can focus on the future.
And your efforts won't be forgotten.
On a day like this, it feels like there is a higher power.
That somebody's protecting us. Are you a believer?
Or do you believe in a little of everything?
Well, I believe... I believe in you.
That's nice to know. Can I offer you a drink?
- Yes, please. - It's from 1769.
That doesn't matter.
My great-great-great-grandfather worked for Christian VII back then.
At the Akershus Fortress.
- Will you answer that, Miss Sunde? - Of course.
Others might want to congratulate me.
The Permanent Secretary's office. It's a man.
- Who? - He says it's a secret.
It might be the Secretary of State.
Permanent Secretary Hallandsen.
Are you sitting down? Good. Get up.
Are you standing up now? Good.
Listen, I have a little surprise for you.
You didn't expect this, did you now?
Hello? Hello?
What's the matter? What do I do now?
- Hello? - Grønn-Larsen speaking. Who?
I guess this was quite a surprise.
By the way, I am in receipt of the red Wandenberg briefcase.
I assume you're still interested in getting that briefcase.
Very discreetly and unofficially, of course.
Do you have a pen and a piece of paper?
Are we talking about a lot of money?
We're not talking. I'm talking.
Just get the dynamite for the grand finale.
I asked for 15 millions. Six for me. Three for each of you.
- In dollars? - No, kroner. I wanted to be fair.
After all, it's the tax payers' money.
And I want to follow the government's request and display a little modesty.
Come on, People are waiting to talking to you.
Go away! I won't talk to anybody. Tell them I'm indisposed.
But the Home Secretary, the Security Adviser, -
- the barrister of the Supreme Court, and the Home Secretary again.
The Prime Minister. And the Home Secretary was furious the third time.
The media. And the television wants an interview.
And there's a painter who wants to paint you in there.
It's Grønn-Larsen's fault. He's a disloyal traitor.
He's a lying, socialist, opportunistic nobody.
- An idiotic... - Seriously.
Has Grønn-Larsen left for Flekkefjord?
He was to be transferred there immediately.
No, he's on the phone.
Yes, Mr Home... I mean, Mrs. That's right.
It's a terrible scandal. I believe he's insane.
But he's my boss, so... What do you mean? Isn't he..?
He was. Naturally, Mrs Home Secretary.
I won't let down the country.
Nor the mother country. Yes, discreetly and unofficially.
Yes. Fine.
The Permanent Secretary refuses to talk to anybody.
That doesn't matter. The Home Secretary just called.
Will you please change all the locks, codes, and the furniture right now?
Change the lock... the furniture. Does that mean..?
Yes, it does, Miss Sunde. Miss Sunde, look at me.
What do you see, Miss Sunde?
I see... The Permanent Secretary.
The Permanent Secretary is dead. Long live the Permanent Secretary!
And mark my words: Things will change around here.
No more weakness and leniency. Everybody must be courageous!
It's now or never!
What's happening?
The new top management wants to see everything gone.
All cases must be destroyed. Out with all the old stuff.
- And you're taking over my chair. - What? Really?
I don't know what to say.
I was hoping for this, but I didn't think it would happen. Thank you.
This happens automatically. That's life.
Thanks any way. I ought to give you something.
But this has happened so suddenly.
Pull yourself together!
You're right. You're handling this very well.
- You'll just enjoy life from now on? - Yes.
Yes, no... I have things to do.
Thank you very much.
Gran, come back. Didn't you forget something?
You were supposed to take this chair.
DESTINATION: FLEKKEFJORD
Isn't this nice? And I'm so happy Basse got to join us.
I guess it's too late to get financial support for a grown-up.
Basse is so good looking. And very modest.
Just like his dad. If only Kjell could have seen this.
What do you think, Egon?
- I have a plan. - Brilliant, Egon. Let's hear it.
- Cut. - What?
That's it, guys. No more plans.
- Is it over now? - Yes.
I see.
Then I'll take off my hat.