Olsenbanden møter Kongen og Knekten

Supreme Court attorney, wealthy, huge income, no tax.

Super, Egon!

Collector of silverware. Arrives home every day at 4:52 p.m.

Four minutes later he opens the window. He loves fresh air.

The operation starts Wednesday at 1700 hours.

- Any questions? - No, it's brilliant.

Did you say Wednesday? There's a football match on TV.

Exactly.

Still 0-0 at Ullevaal. it's a good game with good Norwegian play.

Lasse Henriksen gets the ball. This is his last match as an amateur.

He's going abroad to become a professional. Bosse Hermanson.

Hermanson with a tackle on him for the 134th time today.

Bosse is always best away. Not professional from Henriksen.

Hermanson to Wikmann, on to Lindgren. Excellent passing.

This is dangerous! This is dangerous!

A football match! Who's playing, Hubert?

It's the Swedes in the light shirts. Our goal is on the left. Quiet now.

How exciting! Do you think it's live?

- Sssh! You moron! - Hubert, really!

- You utter idiot! - Who's that?

Please!

Olsbø dummies his Swedish marker! Great, Olsbø!

The crowd are on their toes! Løvstad kicks the ball forward.

- Shoo“ - The referee stops play.

- He whistles again! - Poor man! He fell!

- To hell with him! - But he was kicked, Hubert.

So what? He's Swedish.

We're under pressure, but we'll get back. Tough challenge by Bjelland.

But no foul given. The ball back in the Norwegian half of the pitch.

Brambani tries to find an opening in the Norwegian defence.

Eng controls it with his chest.

And what a chest! One of the Swedes goes down.

We mustn't underestimate our Swedish friends.

They have a lot of experience and know how to use it.

Kløvstad blocks a Swedish attack. Beautiful!

Holds on to the ball. This is good from the Norwegians.

The Swedes could get into trouble. A long ball into the Norwegian half.

We come back, we have to be careful with those Swedes.

This is good! Mortensen gets the ball and plays it forward.

Kleivstad with a dribble, he's free.

Køvstad gets a chance!

Fantastisk!

Goal! it's a goal! We're 1-0 up against Sweden!

For the first time since 1905! Norway one, Sweden nil.

We're 1-0 up, but we're in trouble. We're running out of steam.

Mortensen and Bjaaland fighting with their backs to the wall.

The Swedish attacks are pouring towards our goal. Can we hold on?

A breather! Just what we need! A throw-in.

Eng heads it away, but the ball comes right back.

Ølsbo with a long clearance, but here come the Swedes again.

Arnold Berg saves Norway, but he's too sloppy.

He loses the ball. Sjömann rushes into the Norwegian box.

They try to take the ball from him. And Sjömann goes down!

What does the referee say? Two players are down in the area.

- This is crazy! Did you see that? - Yes, he pushed him.

Not at all! That was never a penalty.

Bloody referee! I'm sure he's a Dane.

Ove Kant gets ready to take the penalty kick.

He has done this many times in his international career.

Ove Kant is ready. It's 1-0 to Norway, but a penalty to Sweden...

- Can you believe it? - Hubert, honestly!

Damn their eyes! I've never seen such bunglers!

Miserable left-wing bastards! I'll call the station.

Terrible, don't you think? There's no limit to the incompetence of...

Well, I'll be damned!

- Wait, Kjell! The loot! - It's gone.

They took it. The King and the Jack.

Bloody thieves!

- That was close, Hermansen. - It was Egon Olsen.

- An ex-convict. - Still, it would be unfortunate.

- It would harm the entire force. - I'm sorry, I didn't think of that.

- These marches are trouble enough. - Yes. Violence, police brutality...

As newly appointed Chief of the CID, I want to improve our reputation.

We must use more modern methods. The press, TV, anything we can.

- I will do my best, sir. - I have to do my best.

- Damn, it's good to see you. - It seemed like 100 years.

- It was only nine months. - Do you have any plans?

- I might. - We really need it.

- It's been so boring. - Basse is going to be confirmed.

- What is your plan? - Have a guess.

- Is it something with silverware? - The tobacconist's?

Now I know! The race track?

What is it? Tell us, Egon!

Four million. In cash.

Million? Did you say million?

Four million in used bank notes. Ours for the taking. Well?

- Is anything wrong? - It's just that...

I want no... I can't take part in it.

Valborg and I have talked about it. Especially Valborg.

We've decided we don't want any more of that millionaire stuff.

We've had unpleasantness enough. Basse's confirmation is coming up.

Well, I have to admit I agree with Kjell.

It's all very well with millions, but who walks around with four of them?

In cash?

Who do you think?

Every day at 5:30 the van returns to the office with the day's profits.

It's usually between 2 and 400,000.

- Is that all? - I thought you said millions.

That's right. Next Wednesday is tax day.

- They'll be carrying four million. - Get away! Four million in taxes?

It's an armoured van, the driver's armed, and there's a police escort.

A police escort? But then it's absolutely impossible.

Exactly. No one thinks the van can be robbed. So I'm going to fix it.

- How are you going to fix it? - I have a plan.

- The haul to end all hauls. - Brilliant.

- What do you say, Kjell? - I have to talk to Valborg first.

We have put up with a lot from you. We've been very patient.

You're always in prison. What do you know about the real world?

Do you know the price of a function room, a buffet and a band?

The whole family will be there. And my sister has got a new fur coat.

We can't look like beggars. You can't keep up nowadays.

- Unless you're a millionaire. - Exactly! Like I told your husband.

- But that meathead won't listen. - What is this?

- But dear, I just... - We've discussed this many times.

- You know what it means to Basse. - I'd rather have a moped.

Yes, he should have a present, too. And all you do is sing.

- What else is there to do? - You barely earn a few pennies.

And when Egon comes here with his ideas, his energy and intita...

- Initiative! - Right! Then all you do is stare.

- And what about you, you sloth? - I haven't...

You just drink all our beer.

I don't understand how you can stand being with these fools, Egon.

You're absolutely right, Valborg. I have to find other partners.

- Don't take it like that. - Are you leaving, Egon?

- If it's all right with Valborg... - Get Egon a cold beer.

Then you can have a good old chat like before. I'll make some food.

- We're really sorry. - It's not like we don't believe you.

Far from it.

All right, let's get started.

- Brilliant! - Just tell us what to do, Egon.

We need some equipment. A blowtorch.

- I'll take care of it. - Tape measure, chalk, stopwatch.

To time the operation, obviously.

A steamroller, one sledgehammer, and 26 cones.

- What did you say? - 26 cones.

- Stop! 11.40. - Here.

Hello?

How long does it take to repair the front of a Toyota Hiace?

One moment, I'll ask. He wants to know if the light is smashed, too.

It'll take two days. One day to beat out the dents -

- and one day for the paint job. If it's a straightforward dent.

Brilliant, Egon!

Hurry up!

Everything's timed and planned. Any questions?

It's brilliant, Egon.

- Is the car ready? - Oh yes. Full tank and everything.

- Really? - I swear!

- See for yourself! - Excellent. Kjell?

Yes, I know. 17 steps and then a chalk line.

- Fine. And you, Basse? - They're in the cellar.

Is Basse going with you? How nice to go working with Daddy.

You'll be a grown man soon.

You'd better dress properly. And you should get a haircut.

- Like hell I will! - You can't walk around like that.

- What would Auntie Olga say? - Tosh! No one's going to change.

It's essential that no one stands out. Basse should be himself.

- Brilliant, Egon. - The operation starts at 5:10.

Stop! Stop!

One... two... three, -

four... five... six, -

seven... eight... nine, -

ten, eleven, 40...

NOW!

Blimey, boys! It went like clockwork. Brilliant, Egon.

- We haven't lost our touch. - We're done now, aren't we?

- It's in the bag! - I can't believe it.

Nothing can go wrong now, right? You do have enough petrol?

"Do I have enough petrol." That's a good one. Right, Egon?

I can't believe it. It worked! It's wonderful to have you, Egon.

Yes, you're a genius. An artist. You were great too, Kjell.

What about yourself? Never better. And Basse was the top.

- Yes, fantastic. - Did you see that it was Hermansen?

This is Hermansen. Set up roadblocks at all border stations.

Guard all railway stations and airports.

And give me the Chief of Police. Personally.

- It's a big haul, sir. - This is most unfortunate.

- How could this happen? - It was the ducklings, sir.

Lots of people took photographs. I was thinking of our reputation.

I'll contact the press. "International gang" sounds good.

- Do you speak any languages? - Jawohl.

Get on with it, I want fast results. Four million can't just disappear.

Four million...

360,743 kroner...

...and 75 øre. That's correct. It's actually a bit more.

Gosh! A bit more. That's brilliant.

- Are we millionaires now? - I suppose we are.

- Aren't we, Egon? - Yes, we're millionaires.

- About bloody time. - Quiet, Basse.

- That's 1 1/2 million each! - They're not counterfeit, are they?

- What do you mean? - You never know.

- And you didn't even want in, Kjell. - Me? It was Valborg...

Tosh! I did want to be a millionaire. I just thought it was dangerous.

- But if it's that simple... - Lovely chicks and a sports car...

And a white dinner jacket! Nightclubs...

- What would you like, Kjell? - I don't know.

- Valborg? A cottage with a pool? - In the country? Never.

I was at my sister's four years ago, that was plenty.

- An electrical train set. - A train set?

Yes, with switches, points and signals.

A locomotive and tunnels and...