Men Olsenbanden var ikke død!

EGON OLSEN SECURES WORLD PEACE

THE END?

OH NO IT'S NOT!

The Riviera, here we come!

- What will we do with the money? - We'll start with a luxury holiday.

MONTE CARLO TWO WEEKS LATER

- Now I see that the world is round. - Are you hallucinating, Kjell?

No, I've got flat feet.

You know that Campari doesn't agree with you, Kjell.

Mademoiselle?

Une verre de Perrier, bitte.

And champagne for me.

- What did you order? - Perrier.

French sparkling water. It's good for you.

Champagne and Perrier.

Thank you.

Cheers, Kjell.

Being poor is nothing to shout about, but being rich is much worse.

I think lazy days are best at night.

- How much do we owe? - A few thousand, I suppose.

If not 100,000.

Why not settle the bill now, so we're up to date?

It's all under control. The skipper will get paid right now.

Have you got a thousand for the hair stylist?

The barber, you know.

You're brilliant, Egon.

Let's get ready for the Captain's Dinner.

It's supposed to be a formal occasion, so let's get changed.

Where are my garters?

Kjell, wear something around your neck. Take the tie from Dior.

My money! My money! Police!

Police!

Fellow lawyers! Today we play for our future.

We are here to honour a person our society cannot do without.

Without Egon Olsen, our profession would be a scrap heap without scrap.

So let us pay tribute to this unique man with:

Well, boys and girls. We can look forward to our next case. And fees.

We've been looking forward to this day, Egon.

There's no shortage of food and drink.

I have to go, but you can stay here and have a good time and a chat.

- You must have lots to talk about. - Are you off? I'm just out of jail.

I've become inspired.

Three times a week I go to painting class. Proper art. Isn't it, Kjell?

I suppose. But can't I have some proper stuff as well?

I gave you the Madonna.

Look at that painting, Egon. I made that.

- I meant something stronger. - Don't be rude.

I'm sure you understand that beer is not good for you.

Have an eggnog if you have a sore throat.

Eggnog is a miracle cure for sore throats.

Did you share your cell with any prominent people this time?

No. Just an art dealer and a car breaker and riffraff like that.

- None of them had any class. - Just relax here for a few days.

Until you come up with a new plan. While I work.

Have you got a job?

Idle hands are the Devil's work. So I go to work, and I paint.

That's right, I have to go to class now.

Egon, you can get unemployment while you work on your new plan.

Take money without working? I have my professional pride.

No! Egon Olsen doesn't accept any money he hasn't stolen himself.

When Egon doesn't have a plan, good old Benny is at hand.

- Why are we going to this bunker? - This is the Munch Museum.

What? My first day of freedom and we're going to a museum?

It's not just any mausoleum. This is where Valborg works.

She cleans here.

Munch, Manet, Monet...

You must know them, since you've been inside with many famous people.

This is a new era. It's our future. And I am an insider.

Has he gone bonkers?

I understand neither Valborg nor Benny.

Benny has become a member of the Friends of the National Museum.

Only because it includes free parking at Tullinløkka.

Even though I'm an intellectual now, I'm still the same old Benny.

Come along, then I'll show you our future.

Well? Where is it? Our future?

This is Norwegian art of the past. And our future.

Each of these paintings is worth a museum.

People must be mad to put these up. I would have sold the lot.

But I suggest a small beginning.

Kjell, ask the guard for Schiefler's collected works.

Schiefler's collected works. Come on.

Schiefler's catalogue of Munch's work?

Yes. The A and the B catalogue, if possible.

Munch was always very faithful to his motif, as in this "Madonna".

The print on the left has a red fertility frieze.

The print on the right does not.

People said that he copied himself.

Munch felt he corrected himself when he made different versions -

of the same motif.

Is this morally sound?

Valborg's picture is worth a lot more than this rubbish by Munch.

If we get burgled, they'll take a real Munch and not a Valborg.

And her painting is safely inside the museum. She can watch over it.

But remember that this stays between us. Tell Valborg nothing.

How nice that you are up when I come home.

I actually thought you'd have gone on the town.

See how suspicious women can be?

But... tonight something happened in the world of arts.

- I told you it would come out. - Don't be so negative, Kjell.

What's going to come out is what I made tonight.

You think it looks like it?

It's a dream come true, Valborg.

I think the likeness is quite good. Sorry if I sound like I'm bragging.

I only had a postcard in front of me when I painted it.

Am I more useful when I paint, or when I wash, do you think?

- It's obvious that you should paint. - What about the steady job?

No problem. We just swap Valborg's pictures with those in the bunker.

- The bunker? - All right, the museum.

Money is all you can think of.

If you screw up my museum job you're not welcome here anymore.

Egon could get himself arrested, so he can work out a new plan.

Everybody has a task in life.

Mine is to show human kindness. Tomorrow I will spread happiness.

- Are you going busking? - No.

I'm meeting my old friend and cellmate, the art dealer.

I knew it, I knew it! Those rotten amateurs!

- What's that? - A sabadilla carpet.

It's for outside the restaurant. So the dirt stays out of the museum.

Oh, I see. But the restaurant is that way.

You two working alone are worse than Laurel and Hardy.

There...

Hurry up before Valborg comes back.

This Munch isn't a better painter than me. He just sells better.

Maybe I should look ahead and secure our future.

Yes! H! paint a new picture, then swap it with the one in the museum.

That way the pictures will last forever.

Because my materials are better than the ones he bought then.

That way H! save art for tens and tens of decades.

You know what? I found the art dealer who was my cellmate.

- So the first sale has gone through. - Brilliant, Egon.

- Do you think this is right? - Of course it's morally sound.

- How much did you get? - How much I got?

- Yeah. Millions? - No, not millions as such.

- Hundreds of thousands? - Not quite.

- Are you washing the paintings? - No, no.

It's just that I have a framework agreement.

I know painters don't make much, but not that it's this bad.

No one's a prophet in his own country.

- I have a plan. - Brilliant, Egon.

So there you are?

- Where is my Madonna? - You mean Kjell's?

It's been turned into cash.

- You sold my present? - It's to fund the haul.

- And you could paint a new one. - What haul?

- It's about a pyramid. - A pyramid?

It's too complicated for you. So get us something to help us think.

typical.

The carpet rolling championships are over.

Don't touch anything at the museum. I've got a job to think of.

- We'll empty the Munch Museum. - What?

The art dealer said that the French are going to make a killing on Munch.

A French syndicate buys up European works of art and destroys them.

- Destroy it? - Yes. They burn the whole lot.

- What the hell for? - It's to push up the price of Pi...

- ...casso. Picasso. - Exactly. That's where we come in.

Valborg paints Munchs non-stop, and we switch all of them.

Valborg said not to touch anything at the museum.

We keep Valborg out of this.

We tell her that it's her pictures being sold to the pyramid.

I was joking when I said you shouldn't ruin my job at the museum.

- It's all hermetically sealed now. - What?

They've hired a security specialist. And they have closed-circuit TV.

And at night there's a ferocious watchdog in the grounds.

- And during the day? - It's caged.

We have no business at the museum. Your job is to paint like mad.

- Crazy. - We sell your work to the pyramid.

- Understood? - Roger.

But Egon? How much are we talking about? I mean, in cash.

- Millions. - Just so I know how much there is.

You two will be outside Video-Inferno tomorrow at 12.

Well, that was that. I've rented a TV-camera and a video recorder.

- We need chalk and a stopwatch. - I've got it.

Good. All we need is a clapper board. Drive down to Keysers gate.

Outside the Teamfilm studio.

- Do you work in there? - Yes, yes... No!

Are you sure? Well, that's all right, then.

- Brilliant. Now what? - We're straight off to Edvard.

You, Benny, are now a cameraman for NRK. Cultural department.

- What about me? - You can be the script girl.

- Isn't that a job for girls? - Clapper boy, then.

And I shall be the director.

Munch report for Pan Magazine. Scene 1, night.

Night filter.

Pan.

Turn to the right, damn it!

Left.

Right.

Left.

Right.

Is it necessary to swing from left to right like that?

- Left. - It's the result that counts.

Great directors always use lots of film. Tape, I mean.

Left. Cut!

Stop. That's it!

Script, print that.

With the moving camera, you cover the whole room with one camera.

A few years ago when there were just fixed cameras, -

- a gang pulled a heist by sticking a photograph of the room to the lens.

They went about their business behind the photo. Quite incredible.

But that was then. With the moving camera, it would be impossible.