Olsenbandens aller siste kupp

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.