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Hm, that's good...
you know the way.

You may begin.

He thinks he'll enjoy his
marzipan cream cake...

...but that makes two of us.

- Where are you going?
- Sh, I have a plan.

- Come on, hurry!
- Yeah.

Keep calm. Everything's in control.
The Beef Gang delivered the goodies.

- Crackerjack, Egon!
- Not too risky? - Nah, come on!

HOUSE OF JOY

- Like that...
- Be quiet.

- Well open the box, clumsy jerk!
- Yes sir.

- This is the very best quality!
- Yeah, and so?

Then another meat day turns
into a porridge day.

I'm glad we don't live here.

Don't say that son. It's not good for
the boys to have too much meat.

Porridge is good for both the
stomach and gut.

I'll put on the coffee so we can
enjoy ourselves.

We could have a go at Ludo while
we wait for the coffee.

Ludo? That's boring.

What did you say?

- He said Ludo's good, yeah!
- All right then?

Yeah. 3 cheers for Ludo!
We'll never get tired of it.

Okay, that's good.

Kjell! The truck!

Good, Benny.

Kjell, the magnet.

Don't forget my
dad wants it back.

Now for the tricky part.

Cheer up my boys! Now we'll
soon...

- Quicker!
- ...have coffee and cake!

Cake tin and spade.

The marzipan rose!

Well, ready guys?

- Wait!
- I want that!

Quit that, let go!

Egon Olsen! I might have known it!

This means house arrest!

THE OLSEN GANG Jr.
walks under water

Look, it's him, good old Egon.

- He looks thin. - You would too after
2 weeks on only bread and water.

- It's good we have these with us.
- Yep.

Hi, Egon! We're over here!
Welcome into the fresh air!

- How's it going?
- Was it ghastly?

- Good to see you!
- We really missed you!

- Oh yeah, really?
- Yeah... right Kjell?

Sorry, it was my mistake... that with the
cake. Had it not been for the rose...

I hadn't been grounded for 2 weeks
on bread and water.

We've got something for you,
much better than bread and water.

- What do you say?
- Kjell and I went 50-50 on it.

It's not exactly marzipan
cream cake, but...

...at least you get some cake...
you too, in the end.

- It cost us 50 cents.
- Thanks, but eat it yourselves.

I don't care for custard buns
for 25 cents a piece. I want cream cake!

You think we could afford that?

Not you, but I soon can.
Come on! There's a lot to do!

- Did you hear that? We'll have cream cake
after all. - Where will he get the dough?

- I have a plan.
- Crackerjack, Egon!

Come on Egon, what's your plan?

I'll be adopted.

- Huh? Adopted?
- Yes, adopted.

- Don't you know what that means?
- Of course, I know... but...

Explain it so Kjell can understand too.

It means, I'll live with a family as
its own son.

With a family... like parents...
mum and dad?

I can understand that you want that.

I don't know about that. A mum and dad
try to control everything.

Bullshit, Benny.
It's neat to have a family, Egon!

You get stroked on the forehead when
you're sick. They tell you stories...

What are you doing here, Kjell?
Go tidy your pigsty of a room!

And while you're at it,
you can wash the dishes.

But it's summer holidays, Mom!

Precisely! So you have time to help
your parents for a change.

If I were you Egon, I'd think twice
before getting yourself parents.

I won't have that kind of parents.

What do you mean?
Is there something wrong with mine?

No, because there are no better
parents than mine!

And you must clean the back stairs
and sweep the yard. Today!

Your parents are surely perfect, Kjell,
but the ones I'll have...

...will have servants to clean the house.

Not bad, that! Will you get out of
tidying your own room?

Yup, because they'll be rich...
really rich.

They'll be super class millionaires!

Can't you see me by the
swimming pool in a suit and silk tie...

...and sipping umbrella drinks
through long straws?

That's the life!

No kidding, Egon! It sounds
super fantastic!

And you can play Robin Hood...
take from the rich and give to the poor.

- To us!
- That won't really work.

I will be their son... for real! And
rich kids get whatever they ask for.

And so Egon?
What about us?

You? You'll be the rich boy's
best friends.

Do you mean that?

That would be phenomenal.

Best friends of a rich kid.
That's something for me.

- But I must first be adopted.
- Adopted? Who's being adopted?

- Hi Valborg.
- Hi Kjell.

- Hi Valborg.
- Hi Kjell.

- Hi Valborg.
- Hi Kjell.

Now that's enough.

- Hi Ingrid.
- Hi Benny.

- You didn't forget our date?
- I already ordered tickets.

- Good, I can count on you to come?
- Yeah, for sure!

Then I'll count on you.
Bye.

- Where are you doing?
- Going swimming.

- Ingrid must look good in a bikini.
- Not as good as Valborg.

- Oh yes.
- No.

- For sure!
- No!

- For sure!
- No!

- Let's say they're equal then.
- No. None can match Valborg!

Cut out that nonsense there!
Will you help me or won't you?

- Of course, Egon.
- Oh yeah, me and Valborg.

- You cannot let girls run your life!
- I don't!

My patience has run out. Go
and do what you were told!

Okay, mum!

Tell us your plan. We can't wait
any longer, right Kjell?

Sure, if I can just get done
with the washing up.

Listen now. A millionaire couple visited
the administrator Bollerud twice.

I peeped from the balcony.

Please come in.
Do come in.

It's a pleasure to welcome you
Mr. and Mrs. Gyldenløve.

Bollerud really scraped and bowed to them.

Then he showed them photos
of us kids at the home.

They want one who's a bit older, to
avoid the bother with diapers

That's obvious, they are after all
millionaires.

The couple picked out 5 photos.
I think one of them was me.

- They want one with good manners,
they said. - Manners? What's that?

I think it's about behaving well.
They seemed very pleased when they left.

They said they wanted to come
back tomorrow.

- My plan is so simple you'll laugh.
- What is it we should get you?

A little itching powder and a
piece of stinking cheese.

When the bell rang we sprang and
nobody lagged behind.

Willing and glad, neat and well-clad,
we took our places at once.

We stood like pearls on a string,
No chat, but all ready to sing...

...and nobody laughed, but quiet we
stood and paired ourselves in twos.

Thank you.

I don't know. Perhaps the
small one?

- Number 4.
- Number 4? Yes.

- Could we chat with number 4?
- 4? Yes.

- Hello.
- Hello, young man.

- He smells rotten.
- We would rather not, thanks anyway

- He smells something dreadful.
- What the devil?

- What about nr. 2, with the curls?
- Nr. 2 looks good.

- May we have a closer peep at nr. 2?
- Nr. 2.

Lice!

- Perhaps then nr. 3?
- Exactly what I was thinking.

- Right then, we say nr. 3.
- Nr. 3.

Might you want to be our
son... what do you say to that?

Check out that car, would ya.
It's totally raw, Kjell!

And soon Egon will whizz
up to Holmenkollen in that.

- Speak of pure luck!
- Pure luck? No.

Everything was planned
and prepared.

Is this the complete file
on Egon Olsen?

Yes, the birth certificate, baptism
certificate and all other personal stuff.

Splendid! And here as agreed...

...a million in cash.

- You mustn't forget us.
- You guys are the rich boy's pals.

That's swell! Valborg has a birthday
Friday, and I promised her earrings.

- I'll see to that.
- That's what I reckoned.

Otherwise I'd not have promised
something so expensive.

I must get my bearings first. I'll contact
you as soon as I'm settled in.

I'll carry your suitcase, my boy.

Come to mummy, Egon.

To think that I have a real family.

I decided I'll call them Mum and Dad.

Oh, I nearly forgot. We got something
for you.

It's a sort of farewell gift.

It's genuine Swiss. You can do
everything with it.

It can cut and saw, clip and file...

Coming!

- It will never be the same now!
- Relax!

You talk as though Egon's dead.
We'll see him soon.

But speaking of death... weren't we going
to the cinema today... with the girls?

Ah, no...

Valborg will never forgive me!

- Is this the right way?
- The right way to where?

Aren't we going to Holmenkollen, Dad?

Keep still, and I'm not your dad.

What are we going to do here?

You'll find out soon enough.

Open the door!

He's five minutes late.

That's just how it is Valborg.

- What do you mean?
- Men are not dependable.

- Who said that?
- My aunt. She knows that.

- Hi Valborg.
- Hi Herman.

- I just came from the fjord.
- Really?

- I was on a sailing tour.
- Ohh, that sounds great!

- Would you like to go once?
- I'll think about it.

- Good. Just right for us.
- We must test him first.

You watch it, young man.
I'm Major Schultze!

People take fright just
to hear my name.

And you will too if you don't
behave yourself. Understood?

Good. You're an attentive
little boy.

Is the pressure chamber
ready, Jørgensen?

Of course.

Sorry we're a bit late. We had
to say goodbye to Egon.

He's telling the truth. He's sorry.
We had to say goodbye to Egon.

Not another word about Egon!
One would think he's your lover.

- Now I've missed the ads too.
- You've got to do better, Kjell!

Boys queue up in order to ask her out...
just remember that!

Will you allow me, Miss?

Normal heart rhythm.

Are you afraid, Johansen?

- Let's see if he tolerates the pressure.
- He must. There's so much at stake.

Start.

Just think of it. I'd give my week's
pocket money to be where Egon is now.

He's sure to be in
his big swimming pool...

...surrounded by goodies, while
we sit here and watch a boring film.

- I think it's romantic.
- It's not romantic to get married.

It all depends on the woman.

- Isn't this enough?
- No.

He can surely tolerate so much.

It looks good, doesn't it?

Now you can slacken, Jørgensen.
It looks very good.

- Thanks.
- You're welcome.

Relax, Kjell. Think of Egon. Then
you'll feel better.

He can hang there till he
quiets down.

We must handle him with caution.

He has cost us a million!

A million for such a bloke?
A thousand should be more than enough.

Think of the
unique circumstances.

The director demanded it in return
for removing him from all public records.

If the operation goes wrong,
nobody's going to miss him.

Assholes!

And I who was thinking I had got
myself a family, a mum and dad...

...and it turns out to be swindle
and deception, the whole lot.

Now that we've shown that the
diving bell functions...

...I have the pleasure of telling
what it will be used for.

Dr. Ursula Wasserschmidt!

Before I go into detail about
the forthcoming operation...

...I want to explain something
of the background.

We look back to May, 1945, when the
Germans were losing on all fronts...

...but not all the Germans in Norway
were willing to give up.

In those days of chaos, one group
of officers...

...went on board of one of the last
subs which the Allies had not sunk.

In secrecy they left Bjørvika and
set course for Argentina.

- They never got there.
- Why not?

Because some idiot had not
battened down the hatch properly...

...so the water poured in and the sub
sank on the other side of Langøyene.

That was a short trip.

Pardon me? My father was on
board that submarine.

Forgive me.

It's not necessary.

He escaped and reached land.

You surely ask yourselves why
this sub is of such interest to us.

We come to that now.

These top-ranking officers did not
leave empty-handed.

They took jewelry worth millions then,
worth billions today...

...all preserved carefully in a safe
they stowed on board.

Nobody else knows about it.

Only my father knew it. He swore
that the diamonds would one day be his.

Retrieving them was more
difficult than he thought.

As you can see, there exists an
exceptionally deep ravine in the fjord...

...on the other side of Langøyene.
Here lies the sub.

The only way to get down to it is
with a diving bell.

The way into the sub is through
a narrow hatch.

Its diameter is too small for a
modern diving bell to go through.

But the diving bell which
Jørgensen has devised...

...is just the right size for
getting through the hatch.

And now we have found a little boy
who will fit into it...

...namely, Egon Olsen.

- Apropos, has he had supper?
- No.

- No? The boy must have food.
- Of course, at once.

What!

Impossible! He must be here.

Alarm!

Alarm!

And you were meant to watch!

Quick, quick!

Alarm!

Alarm!

Yeah!

- I can't understand it!
- Did you lock the door?

- Of course. you saw it yourself!
- I don't believe it!

Go home and sleep a bit
Bang-Johansen, he can't get out of here.

All the doors are guarded.
We'll soon have him behind lock and key.

All right, since you say so.
Then I'll see you tomorrow.

Guards!

- False alarm?
- Yeah, most likely.

Surely only a rat.
I'll see you tomorrow.

One million. To think that Bollerud sold
you for a million.

You poor creature. You had looked
forward to having a family.

- And the whole thing just a swindle.
- Yeah.

I thought I had got myself parents,
and found out I didn't.

- Oh, no!
- What is it?

What about the earrings for Valborg?

If you aren't a son of millionaires,
then we aren't the rich son's best friends!

Where will I get money to buy
earrings for Valborg now?

Quit fussing about earrings and think
how bad things are for Egon.

And what about me?
I also have it bad.

You saw how Valborg flirted with
Herman at the cinema.

I must give her the earrings
for her birthday.

Pull yourself together!

Sorry, Egon. I guess things are
going bad for you too.

Relax, Kjell. Valborg shall have rings for
both her ears and nose.

And you can still be the rich boy's
best friends.

- Do you mean it?
- Yup.

We'll fix this.
I have a plan.

- Crackerjack, Egon.
- Is it dangerous?

Not at all. Listen now.

There's a safe behind a picture
hanging in Bollerud's office.

That's sure to be where he hid
all the money.

Everyday after dinner,
he takes a siesta.

That's when we'll swing into action.

The problem is getting the safe
open without waking him.

The action will begin
precisely at 15:32.

What we need is a baker's
syringe full of cream...

...a feather, Harry and masses of dynamite.

You get the feather, Kjell,
right?

For Valborg's earrings, I'll do
anything you ask.

Easy, easy, Henny Penny.
You know me.

We're such good friends.

Next time you get your feather
yourself.

That damn hen
nearly ate me!

- Did you get what you were
meant to, Benny? - Yeah.

Baker's syringe deluxe,
chock full of egg cream.

- Egg cream's my favorite.
- Fingers off, Kjell!

Let's go.

By the way, do we have
the licorice for Harry?

We don't need it. I've quit.

- No? Why?
- I've turned a new leaf...

...cut out licorice. Abstinence pain.
Craving! Craving!

- Shouldn't we take a bit of licorice?
- No, he'll fart non-stop.

We don't have time for this now.

Bollerud's sure to have fallen
asleep long ago.

He's in Dreamland. Come on.

Baker's syringe.

Feather.

Come on, Harry.

What are you waiting for?
Blast the safe door.

To tell the truth, pals, I never
blasted without being on licorice.

- I think I must have some after all.
- Exactly, we should have got licorice!

Cut the crap! Both your dad and I
were proud of you when you quit!

Don't disappoint us now!

I promise to do my best.

The boy wouldn't be stupid enough to
go back to the orphanage, would he?

Maybe not, but Bollerud might know
where we could look for the boy.

In the worst event, Bollerud
can sell us another boy.

No, we must have Egon Olsen.
He's perfect.

- There it is.
- Crackerjack, Egon.

If I were meeting Valborg, I'd
wipe off the chicken shit first.

Thanks for the help,
you were incredible!

Call me anytime you want to
dynamite something!

- But it's him!
- He's got the briefcase.

Now he'll make his acquaintance with
Schultze.

No, wait. It's too late.

We'll follow him and capture him
when he least expects it.

You were a genius, Egon! Now we're the
rich boy's friends again.

Just so Valborg isn't cross.

Not at all, when she sees the earrings
she'll melt like butter.

Bang-Johansen! Split!

Come on, Kjell!

Up there!

Help me, Egon!

Come on, hurry!

We'll go round!

We'll split up and meet at Kjell's.
Take the case, it's me they're after.

Shit! I planned to meet Valborg
and will be late again!

- They're coming!
- In here!

- Benny and Kjell, go there.
- Yeah, there. - Get a move on!

Come here.

I can't take more of this.

We'll hide the money in there
and fetch it later.

Like that, come now!

It's as though the ground has
swallowed them, Ursula.

Attention! There he is!

The briefcase. I found it.

I couldn't care less about that.
It's the boy we need.

It's totally weird!
Unthinkable!

In one moment we have a million!
And in the next it's gone!

We planned and timed it all, and
you 2 amateurs go and wreck it all!

So you must help us find Egon Olsen.

The parents are worried that some-
thing terrible may have happened.

It's awful. Our poor little boy.

We'll find him. It's not easy
to hide here.

When you find him, call me. I'll
come and fetch him and take him...

...to our cozy home at
Holmenkollen.

I'll leave now for the fjord to
prepare the diving bell.

If you do that, I'll follow with Egon
Olsen as soon as I have him.

You be good and find him, so I
can have my sugar lump back again.

It doesn't look too good.
Maybe he's run out of plans.

No, well what shall I
say to Valborg?

She'll not forgive me if I
don't give her the earrings.

- We'll take care of that, Kjell.
- Will we? - Yup!

You mean you have a plan for
getting back the briefcase?

Forget the briefcase, I know
of something much better.

You mean it? What's better
than a million?

A safe full of diamonds!

The action begins tomorrow
morning at 8:30 sharp.

- Crackerjack, Egon!
- Cheers!

Hi Kjell!

- Yeah!
- Meet Turid!

Hi Turid...
where's Egon?

- He sent me instead.
- What?

He thought you should meet another
girl than Valborg for a change.

Get your swimming togs,
and we'll go bathe together.

Sorry, Turid, but I go bathing
only with Valborg.

That disguise is perfect, Egon!

If Kjell didn't see through it,
nobody else will either.

Is it really you, Egon?
But...?

Keep your hands off!
From now on you call me Turid.

- Turid?
- Yeah...

Bang-Johansen and his cow are
looking for me.

We've got to get to Langøyene
without being discovered.

- Yeah. Where's Harry?
- We'll meet him on the ferry.

Then we're on our way.

No.
No, stop!

This is no good! We can't
go like we usually do.

Everyone will know that
you are Egon, Turid.

No, you and Kjell must go arm in arm
like a couple, and I go in front.

- No, you can go arm in arm.
- Me?

But it's you have practice
with Valborg, you.

You're not as stupid as
you look, Benny.

Did you hear that? Turid thinks
I'm brighter than I seem.

That was that, boss!

Good. One must keep active even
if the criminals are hibernating.

Not bad!

So, you can begin again.

Don't forget that idleness is
the root of all ills.

Thanks, sir, but it becomes a bit
boring in the long run.

Hi Valborg!

- We're going out, I mean...
- We're going to bathe.

Now she's jealous.

- Why?
- Why do you think?

- Oh, no... I must explain!
- Why so? It's good if she's jealous.

- Is it?
- It means she likes you.

If she weren't jealous, it would
mean danger's round the corner.

When you come back, you can
simply sprinkle her with diamonds.

- She'll forgive you on the spot.
- You're sure?

You've heard about how a diamond
is a girl's best friend?

Am I disturbing you?

Of course you are, Herman,
but even if I'm busy...

...I always have time for
a father's duties.

- What's it about?
- Weekly allowance.

- Weekly allowance?
- I'm taking a sweet girl sailing.

Are you taking a sweet girl sailing?
Did you hear that, Holm?

My little Herman's got a little
fox hidden in his main sail.

- I'll need to treat her to ice cream.
- Of course you do.

Holm, do you have some
coins on you?

- 4 crowns and 45 cents.
- Good. Give them to Herman.

- But...
- No buts!

Police work is co-operation.
It's well that you note that.

- Thanks a million, sir!
- Never mind, it was a small sum.

Good trip in the blue and beyond!
Set sail.

And Herman... buy some
cream caramels too!

You never go wrong that way.

Without cream caramels your mum and
I would never have married.

That you don't need to
note down, Holm.

Oh yeah...

And just where are you
guys off to?

Us...?
We're going out to bathe...

- ...to Langøyene.
- Where's Egon?

Egon?...eh..

He ran off from his new parents.

- He did?
- Yeah, and they're worried about him...

...so if you see him, you must
tell us right away.

Why?

Because we say so!

- Have you got that clear?
- Yes, but...

...we must go now or
we'll miss the ferry. So long!

Kjell!

- What?
- Do you have a new girlfriend?

- No... well, yes.
- Does it mean Valborg's available?

Valborg? Available?
No.

Jesus! You mean you're
going out with two... or?

It's none of your business! If I want
to go out with 2, it's up to me!

If you so much as get near Valborg,
all hell will break loose!

Come Turid, we're going!

And I thought I was
horny!

Kjell is really a Don Juan.

You were incredible! I'll say you
caught them off their guard!

Just let him try to get near Valborg!

I think I'll take this off.

It's about time! I'm fed up of being
your cavalier.

- Benny, my hip sack.
- Sure, here you go.

- Hi Harry. - Here I am! - Do you
have everything? - Got it here!

Crackerjack, brother!

Valborg...?

Hey, Kjell!

He fainted!

- Quit your bawling!
- Easy for you to say.

It's not you who's losing your life's
greatest romance!

Kjell, binoculars.

- There they are.
- If only we aren't too late.

They can't get the treasure up
without me.

There I think we've got
something.

We must get onto that old barge.

Harry! Get the swimming rings
and the pump.

- Come on Kjell, what're you up to?
- Looking for Valborg.

I don't like these waves.
How far are we going?

I'm getting seasick.
I want to go on land.

- Maybe we can stop on that island.
- Oh, yes. Just hurry!

Ready now.
Change tack!

- Ow...!
- Sorry!

- Langøyene?
- Yes, his buddies were going to bathe.

But they didn't know
where Egon was.

Are you sure it was
Langøyene?

Yes, we met them on their
way to the ferry.

I must go home to my wife.
She's beside herself with worry.

- Just keep looking.
- You can reckon with us.

What's happening?

They're getting ready.
And we must too!

But we must be careful so
they don't see us.

- Put your arms around my neck.
- Not now, Herman.

- I'm seasick.
- But I'll carry you to the shore.

Oh, was that what you meant?
Well, then...

That's pretty smart!

- Do you have a plan?
- No, but I will.

- Harry, can you get the winch going?
- That wouldn't surprise me!

I had no idea you were so
heavy, Valborg.

- Look guys! See what I found!
- A diving suit!

- But there's a hole!
- We'll patch it, you'll see!

- Patch?
- Don't you have patching gear?

Yeah, but I'm more concerned
with patching things up with Valborg.

Just so she doesn't patch you
first.

That's not funny, Benny. You don't
know what a bleeding heart's like.

They'll dry quickly in the
fresh breeze.

You're quite a sailor, Herman.

Yeah, my dad taught me both
overhand and bowline knots.

No, really... both bowline
and overhand?

Yeah, and next year he'll
teach me the flag hitch too.

Listen now. The diving bell's
come through the hatch...

...with the safe
fastened onto it.

When that's done, the safe and
bell will be towed up to the surface.

It will pass exactly the point where
Benny will be waiting.

Benny attaches the hook and signals
to Harry that he can start cranking.

- How shall I signal?
- You'll have a rope to pull on.

One jerk means crank out,
two jerks mean crank in...

...and three jerks mean that Kjell
must pump more air.

- Did you get that, Harry?
- Yuh, I think so.

But how will you get away, Egon?
Wasserschmidt, Bang-Johansen too...

...will be furious when the diving bell
surfaces without the treasure.

It won't surface! I looked at it when
I was in the factory.

It has a built-in oxygen system.

I'll fill the bell with more than enough
air so it will be extra buoyant.

Benny can detach it as easy
as anything.

Then it's just a matter of pulling
me and the diving bell to the barge.

You're a genius! Right Kjell?
Egon's a genius.

A dangerous genius if you ask me.

I'll be darned if it's
not Bang-Johansen!

He's alone. That means he hasn't found
someone to replace me.

We continue with our plan.

- Are we lovers now?
- No... I don't think so.

Not yet, anyway. I must first
quit with Kjell.

- Will you do it?
- I don't know.

I can't really depend on him.
He comes late...

I'm always punctual.

He's coming back!

- Looks like they're going to Langøyene.
- What do they want there?

I don't know. I'll go there too.
Then they can capture me.

- Does everyone know what to do?
- Just so Harry gets the winch working.

It will work like greased lightning!

They won't send me before tomorrow
morning. Give a signal when you're ready.

- What signal?
- I'll fix that.

- I'll flash a signal with this!
- Great, brother.

Ok, and it's my job to see that I don't
get sent down before I see your signal.

The worst thing is that I saw him
with another girl.

Aha! A non-punctual womanizer.

That doesn't sound good. You
must be quit him as soon as possible.

No, I can't eat another sausage.
Can't we just go home now?

Look! Look at the sailboat!

No! And I used both overhand
and bowline knots.

Herman! You must swim ashore
and fetch help!

That won't work.
I can't swim.

And you call yourself a sailor?

It's too dark to find anyone now.
We'll continue tomorrow.

But do you mean that Egon Olsen is here?

Of course I do. Why else would his
chums choose this spot?

He got wind of our scheme while
he was our prisoner, Schultze.

And now he's surely hatching
up some plot.

Pardon me, but is that your boat?

The last ferry went, so I wondered
if I could hitch a ride to town?

- Well now, if it isn't Egon Olsen.
- Bang-Johansen?

- What is it?
- This better go all right.

Try to sleep a bit, Kjell.
We've a lot to do tomorrow.

Valborg shall have her earrings.

- Would you like a cream caramel, Valborg?
- No, thanks.

Hello.

Hello. First officer of the
Criminal Division, Hermansen.

You mean my little Herman?

Yes, he was going out sailing with
a young sweet girl.

Herman is sure to be at home,
although his mum is in Horten.

No, I was on night duty the whole day.

Yeah, of course.
I'll take care of this.

Odd. That was the mother of the
sweet young girl Herman took out yesterday.

She disappeared. They don't
know where she is.

- What are you making?
- Building a raft!

I'll rescue you, Valborg.

Herman's not at home either.

- Perhaps he's in Horten.
- And why would he be in Horten?

Visiting his mum.

Nonsense! He would have
told me.

Herman informs me of the
slightest detail in his life.

No, something must have happened.
Come, Holm...

We must go and search
on the fjord.

Are you sure it's safe?

Sure thing! I tied it together
with both bowline and overhand knots.

That's what I was afraid of.

This is super! There's plenty of
air. Good pumping, Kjell!

Good morning, Egon Olsen.
Did you sleep well?

I slept like a stone.

Good, a healthy and well-rested
boy is exactly what we need.

Now we'll teach you how
the diving bell works.

Let's hope you learn quickly.
Otherwise, you'll learn the hard way.

What are we waiting for?

I borrowed it from my uncle.
I may use it as often as I want.

Now you can turn the boat
and take it in the right direction, Holm!

- Can't do that, boss!
- What do you mean you can't?

The gear's damaged. But... my
uncle said it makes no difference!

Even if we go backwards, we'll
end up forwards.

Holm, Holm, what shall I do with you?
Set the course for Kavringen.

Ay, ay, boss!

The left lever makes the left
arm move. Try it.

He's learning. We can soon
send him down.

I can't understand why he's so
willing to co-operate.

The boy's not stupid. He knows
he doesn't have a choice.

He's in the diving bell. We must hurry.
He'll be waiting for the signal.

If something goes wrong, you
have an extra oxygen tank, here.

Schultze! He's ready to go down.

- Then I'll close the hatch.
- No wait a bit!

- Harry, are you ready with the winch?
- Something's stuck here!

Stuck? I'll be darned if anything
can get stuck now!

Bravo, Kjell, I didn't know you
were a mechanic.

- What is it?
- I have to pee.

You should have thought
of that before!

When I think about it, I guess
I don't really have to.

Carry on!

Can you hear me?

- Loud and clear.
- Good.

Don't be afraid. If you follow
my instructions, all will go well.

Now we'll have to hope
for the best.

Just so everything goes
according to plan.

Is everything all right down there?

Oh yes! Is everything all right
up there?

Why is he so snooty?

We're sinking. Help!

I should never have come with
you on your stupid raft!

Here it's only open sea. Go
back to Bunne fjord, Holm.

As soon as Benny gives the signal
I'll crank them in. It can't be long now.

- Help!
- Help!

Help me!
Help us!

- Help!!!
- Help me!

We're sinking!

Valborg?

Three jerks. What was that to mean?

Stop fussing. I have to
concentrate.

- One jerk meant crank out.
- I'm coming, Valborg!

And three jerks meant to pump air.

Our brother needs air.
Kjell, you must...!

Kjell!

Now I could use some licorice.

- I'm just about there.
- Can you see the sub?

- It lies there.
- And the hatch?

It's open and I'm about to
enter.

I'm inside.

Do you see a safe?

It's here, just like
you said it would be.

That's good my little Egon.

Now do what we told you,
so you can come up again.

What if I refuse?

Then we'll let you stay down there.

- Kjell! Kjell!
- Hang on, Valborg! I'm coming!

- I'm sinking, Kjell!
- Help!

Jump, Valborg, jump!
No. I'm rescuing Valborg!

- Let go!
- Let go yourself! I'm going home!

- Women and kids first!
- I AM a kid! Clear off!

Stop Herman. Help! Help!

Jump, Valborg!

Oh, Kjell! You saved me!

You kissed me!

Shouldn't he be ready now?

Do you have a problem
down there my little friend?

No, it's going fine.
I must just tighten the net.

Now I'm ready here. Reel her in!

Slowly... and carefully.

This is the critical stage.

If he gets the safe through the hatch,
the rest will be easy.

The bell has cleared the sub and
I'm on the way up with the safe.

He who has the last laugh, laughs best.

Oh Ursula!
Champagne for everyone!

20...

...14, 13...

Stop!

- Is something wrong?
- I must adjust the balance.

- Why?
- The safe is sliding out of the net.

- Will it take long?
- Oh no.

Remember. He who's willing to wait
for something good, doesn't wait in vain.

One jerk means crank out,
two jerks mean crank in.

Talk about being a shift worker!

Aren't you soon ready?

Hello. Hello.
Answer!!

Continue! Slowly.

- It's not possible!
- That's the worst...

It can't have detached itself.
It's sabotage!

Hello! can someone rescue me?

Huh... he must be the saboteur!

Get him on board... quick!

He'll tell us where Egon Olsen and
the safe got to!

Can you reach the hook
my little friend?

What happened up here?
I nearly fainted waiting for air.

It's not my fault! Kjell took off and
I had to work... double!

Just think if we could lie here
forever.

I can lie anywhere at all if I'm lying
with you, Valborg.

You must just stay away from Egon.
He's a bad influence on you.

Egon?

I'll be damned!
Not even a moment of peace!

- Where is he?
- Where's who?

Egon Olsen!

E... Egon Olsen?

- It was about time!
- What are you doing here?

I could ask you the same, but there's
no time. We must get to the barge.

It won't be easy. The current's
strong and we don't have a paddle.

I'll fix that.

I've not seen a trace of Egon Olsen...

...and have no idea what you're
talking about?

Listen here, young man,
now you will tell the whole truth...

...or I'll throw your fine necktie
and smart hat overboard.

Hold tight!

Holm! Maybe the folks on the boat
have seen something.

Your last chance!
I'm going to throw!

Ship ahoy! We're the police!

Put him under the deck, quick!

Ship ahoy, yourself!

Franz Jäger. I don't think so.
I'll fix that.

Powder.

And I was hoping to dynamite.

Gloves!

My name is First Officer of the Criminal
Division Hermansen.

We're looking for a young boy with
female company. Have you seen them?

- No, we haven't seen anyone.
- Oh no... no!

The only woman on board is me.

Stethoscope.

Are you out fishing?
You've got proper gear, I see.

The fish you catch yourself
always taste best.

I couldn't agree more. I fish too...
both for perch and... mackerel.

- And otter, boss.
- Yeah. That's also delicious...

...as long as you catch them
yourself.

Then we wish you a nice trip
and good luck.

It's a pity that we didn't
take fishing gear with us.

Boss, we're here to find your son,
not to fish.

Holm, one must be able to
think of two things at once.

Well, tell me it's not
a dream... we did it!

Look here! We can live like
sultans the rest of our lives.

And you can choose as
you please, Valborg.

Right, well we'll go backwards
home again...

- We hope it goes well with your son.
- Thanks for that.

- Cast away Holm.
- Off, boss.

Away, off... it's all the same.
Landlubber.

- I wish you luck for a good catch.
- Boss. - What?

- Your son!
- Take it easy now, Holm.

I know perfectly well that we're
looking for my son.

- Dad, here I am!
- Herman!

What are you doing there? How did
you get in through that hole?

- I was kidnapped, Dad!
- Kidnapped by whom?

By them!

By them? In the name of the
law, you're under arrest!

Surround the boat, Holm.
Don't let any get away!

- Holm, come on!
- In the name of the law!

Holm!

Turn!

- What do you think of this, Kjell?
- I think anything looks good on you.

What do you think of me, Kjell?

What is it, Egon? Aren't you
happy now?

We have the treasure and took
the mickey out of Bang-Johansen.

You're right. But what I wanted most,
I didn't get.

- What's that?
- A family. A dad and mum.

Do you need that?
Now that you have the treasure?

You have me and Kjell. We're
like our own family, I mean.

But listen! If I get kids, you'll
be their uncle! That'd be crackerjack!

If you see Kjell, you might be
an uncle before you know what's what.

Wasserschmidt!

Diamonds. My jewels.

They're my jewels!

- Great, brother!
- I think we knocked her out.

It's the police! It's Hermansen
and Holm... and Herman.

They've got Bang-Johansen
and Schultze!

Then they're only missing
her, there.

Yeah, Harry... send off a salvo,
so they know we're here!

Dear Egon, thanks for the offer.

Danger!

When Wasserschmidt came,
it was Harry who caught her.

That's an unbelievable story, so
unbelievable that it might be true.

You can note that down, Holm.

Let's see about getting
them behind lock and key.

You can count on us to capture
Bollerud as well.

From now on it will be a different
Vienna pastry at the orphanage.

Buns, boss. Other buns.
(Boller = buns)

I know the difference between
buns and Vienna pastry, Holm!

Don't gape like a hole in a doughnut.
Gather up the diamonds and jewels

I said all!

You mustn't take them!
They are Valborg's... ours!

- We rescued them.
- They belong to the state and the king.

Thanks, Holm.

It's customary to give a reward.

- To us?
- You saved the treasure, after all.

- Valborg?
- Hi, Kjell.

- Happy Birthday, Valborg.
- Thanks so much. It looks exciting!

Earrings!
Exactly what I wished for.

But they must have been awfully expensive!

Yeah, for sure. But we got some
reward money, you know.

Thanks a million, Kjell.

They're really nice, Valborg. I might
like to have some like that.

- Sure, of course
- Thanks a million, Benny.

- I can't afford it now.
- Oh really?

We used up the rest for
buns and soda drinks...

...and cream cake with marzipan
decorations.

We shall have a party for the orphanage
kids now that Bollerud's gone for good.

There they are already.

Are you ready Harry?

- Are you all ready?
- Yeah.

On your mark, get set,
Go!

Egon this is crackerjack!

- Yeah, I want a marzipan rose, me too.
- I'll take a bun instead.

You remember how it was last time
you tried a marzipan rose?

- Come on, Valborg!
- Super good blast, Harry!

I love all that can explode!

- I love buns.
- So do I!

- Talk about having fun.
- And it will even get better.

- How's that?
- I have a plan.

Oh crackerjack, Egon!