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- Hey... Hey! Harry!! - Heeelp!!

Watch the paint, numbskull! Can't you drive?!

C... can't you park your car?!

Careful with the moped!

Now hurry up.

Come on, get those flags out before he gets here!

Hurry up a little...

[PRISON]

Ew, such crappy flags! Look, what's with this?

Wait - he's here! Sickan, howdy-doo!

- Look! - Can you see what he is carrying?

- Looks like... - Yeah, seems like a...

A plan. I have a plan.

- Brilliant, Sickan! - But of course!

[THE JÖNSSON GANG Gets Gold Fever]

[SCRIPT: Rolf Börjlind BASED ON AN ORIGINAL WORK BY: Erik Balling & Henning Bahs]

[CAMERA: Lasse Björne]

[MUSIC: Ragnar Grippe]

[PRODUCERS: Ingemar Ejve and Björn Henricsson]

[DIRECTION: Mikael Ekman]

- What's your plan, then? - It is a fairly advanced plan.

Welp, no such thing as an easy bust, Sickan.

- "Charles-Ingvar"! - Yeah, yeah.

- May I ask what you are doing? - Just driving around...

Don't you understand anything? This is a fairly fantastic plan.

Yeah, that's good. B-brilliant, Sickan.

- Go on then, drive! - He's already driving, though?

Yeah, but... Where are we headed?

Drive to Rocky's house.

We can't. He's moved back to Finland, y'know...

Then what about Harry? I suppose his rat nest is good enough!

Yeah, I don't live there anymore.

- He sure doesn't. - Doesn't he live there anymore?!

He's moved in with Doris, y'know.

- "Doris"? - She is one marvellous woman...

- She's a sick-nurse. - A nurse?!

Yeah, the guy ran off and fell in love. She did, too... Makes no sense at all!

- Uh-huh... So, where does Doris live? - She owns this property...

Why don't we visit this Doris, then?!

Hold on, guys... When you're there you've got to show some style. Remember, style.

[STOCKHOLM'S POLICE DISTRICT]

- Hiya! - Hello!

- How was Ireland? - Beautiful.

- Bad luck with the weather, right? - No, it was just right for fishing!

- Have this. - Oh, uh... Many thanks.

- Well! How are things? - Under control.

We've gotten something massive and seriously fantastic-

Look at this. Isn't it fantastic? You could reel an 8 kg salmon in with this!

If only reeling in the fishy people we deal with here was as easy...

What's this, then?

I brought some daisies.

Yes, marguerite daisies... Thank you. But what about this?

- That's something awesome. - Is it?

- It's from the economics sector. - Huh, "ECO"? They sent us all this?

Yes! We've got a chance to strike back against... The Jönsson gang?

- No, no, no... This is our- - Wall-Enberg.

Welp! This is where we live.

Not bad at all!

Come on, guys!

Oh, guys: remember the style. That won't do.

Here it is!

...That's it?

Yeah... C'mon, guys!

Hello~?

Hello! I'm over here.

Well, how does it look?

- Looks great to me! - Oh, it's absolutely wonderful, darling!

So, where's that famous business star?

Sickan, come in.

- Charles-Ingvar Jönsson. - Aww, you're so small!

Hi there! Doris' the name. So, what's your job all about?

- Um... Plans. - Yeah!

Floor plans, that is! Like, for... Football?

Y'know, he sells the elite clubs the plains they play on too, it's... Good business!

No way... That sounds so interesting!

In that case, what do you think about that crazy green paint on the wall there?

Couldn't decide between that and ferret brown! You know how that is, right?

Anyway, thank God for long walks-Come on, take a seat, I already set the table! Coffee's getting brewed. Would anyone prefer Pilsner?

Yes! I sure wouldn't mind!

Yes! I sure wouldn't mind- waiting 'til later...

If either of you think I would reveal my plan while... Friends! Let's have a seat.

Something stinks here... And Wall-Enberg is a stink bomb.

There's not a single notable scandal in the last ten years he hasn't been involved in.

The missing oil in Växjö... Domänverket... The PK-bank...

- All he does is fraud and deceit! - OK, but this time we'll get him.

You're not a minute too early...

Honestly, I've never been this curious in my life!

Not that I get anything about running a business...

Broken bones and explosion injuries, that's more my area.

So one really gets overwhelmed when the lads talk about your fantastic projects.

- Mhm... - Barbados, Monaco, Björn Borg... God knows what's next!

- She's whistling! - Uh... Who?

We are dealing with a multi-million project. Everything's timed and prepared, so why are we here listening to this talkative parrot?

Wonderful, isn't she?

- Yes. - Coffee~!

- Hey, uh, Doris... - Oh, so sorry!

You sure make some good java, but we've gotta talk in private for a bit...

- Yes! Yes! - Got some important business to talk about, you know what I mean?

And I bet this'd be a real doozy for you - ain't that right, Harry?

- But... - Well, I...

I think you've baked such great cookies and stuff, and...

Yes, but the coff-...

- Harry. - Shouldn't we...?

HARRY!!

- R-right... - Hey... Harry, we can catch up later, right? Good!

Come along, guys.

Hold up, guys!

Feast your eyes on this little detail.

'ey Harry, speed up a little! Man, what a star...

Heave-ho!

Watch your headers!

So, this is where Harry lives!

Here's a little contraption that I tinker with when I'm all alone in the evening...

There's four serially connected fridges that go to this little mechanism.

And then-then-there's nothing strange about this!

You do this... Giddyup!

Welcome!

- Tastes like water. - It is water. Distilled!

Yeah, y'know, Harry deals in homebrew water, sells it to the gas stations...

It's for batteries.

This is a plan!

Right! Knock yourselves out and go down there, boys!

There we go... Hold on! What channel are we watching today?

Here you go! Just kidding around.

So what's going on, Sickan? Show us your cards.

- "Chip". - Your chips, then.

Don't have any, would nuts do?

I'm talking about a chip.

We are in private, right?

What's he mean by chip?

Check this out. It's one of these.

The kind you push into the video game here, with a bunch of circuits printed on it.

Could that really be worth anything?

- Fifty-five millions. - For a video game?!

No... For this.

My plan, or perhaps I should say my heist...

Is brash, dangerous, and perhaps the most difficult one I have ever conceived.

This will require both hard work and strong nerves-

Brilliant, Sickan. You can leave the nerves to me while Harry gets the work done, y'know.

- 'aight! - This plan describes down to the very last detail...

How we will get our hands on possibly the most guarded object in Sweden.

- Oh, the chip! - You've sure got brains, Harry...

Exactly. This chip contains a top secret Master Plan regarding Sweden's future division...

Division how?

...Into three. Gigantic. Land areas.

In the future, Sweden will be separated into three subdivisions:

One defense area, one living area and one leisure area.

- Who'd be interested in that? - Wall-Enberg...

Who at this very moment is planning his own heist to get this chip.

S-Same as ours?!

However, we will strike minutes before he does.

Wall-Enberg wants a foreign expert to decode it to find out as much as possible about the tourist areas.

Hey, Sickan... What would he do with that info?

He wants to sell it to an international consortium, which is ready to pay gargantuan sums for it.

And where is that chip?

In a military base, far below the surface.

However, once a year, the chip is moved to another subterranean base.

- And when's next time? - Thursday.

They will perform a test drive the day before for security reasons.

They'll use a uniquely designed car, built with an electrically powered and laser-equipped security system.

Design by: Franz Jäger.

Oh, that's brilliant, Sickan.

Franz Jäger...

Now let's see... We'll need the following:

a road roller;

a road roller; a wheelchair;

a road roller; a wheelchair; a monocle;

a road roller; a wheelchair; a monocle; a blowtorch;

a road roller; a wheelchair; a monocle; a blowtorch; a sledgehammer;

a road roller; a wheelchair; a monocle; a blowtorch; a sledgehammer; 26 orange traffic cones;

a road roller; a wheelchair; a monocle; a blowtorch; a sledgehammer; 26 orange traffic cones; and finally, a shaving brush.

- 26 traffic cones? - ...And a shaving brush.

We could use Doris'.

- Traffic cones? - No... Shaving brush.

21!

- Please remember that. - Who, me? Why?

- "21" will be the only way you can stay on track. - Huh... Alright, then.

On this exact spot...

Now!

- What'd you get? - 10.

- It should show up about now. - Yes, there she is...

What a beauty... Truly one of Franz Jäger's hallmark designs.

Aside from its security system, it has armor plates & bulletproof glass...

Hey, Sickan... This won't ever work out, you know.

No... Not for Wall-Enberg.

You've reached the car repair.

Hey there! I'm from the special delivery. Just wondering...

Any chance that you could repair a damaged front until tomorrow? How long would it take?

Guess if you came by right now...

- OK, prepare yourselves. - Hammer's coming right up!

My car...!

Quiet.

- No! - Oh...

Here.

What am I supposed to do there?

Oh, goddamn!!

Ow, fuck! Shh!

Yes, OK!

- You asked what we'd be doing? - Yeah.

What we're the best at.

- Committing financial crimes. - Escort.

That is how to use the police's resources to their fullest.

The clocks?

Down to the second, Sickan. It's all timed and prepped, y'know.

- Any questions? - Will we compensate Doris for the shaving brush?

If this works out, yes.

And what's happening now?

Right now, the chip is being taken out of its little cave... Deep within the military base.

The security department's top people get to witness the military examining the chip.

Noone trusts anyone else.

OK...

- Let's get going. - Eyup!

Why don't they let the chip remain in the mountain instead?

To make sure nobody knows its exact location. And so nobody apart from the military gets to see this info.

But just between you and me...

With no war to fight, they also have to inject some excitement into local affairs. Right?

- Right... - Oops.

Blue Angel here.

The Falcon has landed; we can get started.

Right, then! Let's go.

- Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear... - Why'd you do that?!

- We're terribly sorry! How are you feeling? - I-I-I think I've had a terrible schock!

What's he doing?

- There, there. You're safe now. - Oh dear... Now the air's gone out, too!

I assume you don't have a pump with you?

No... Oh wait! Golly, I have one right here!

What the f-why did he stop?!

- Just keep pumping. - Pump on, Mr. Gren. Go on!

What's the meaning of this?

Talk about awful luck, I'm outta gas... Eh, I can solve that in a couple secs, y'know!

Keep on pumping! Or hold on, let me just...

Th-there! Now keep pumping, Gren!

Franz Jäger...

Oh, would you look at that... Now I've gotten myself a flat tire on the other side as well!

Shouldn't Mr. Gren pump that side as well?

- You can't live without air, right? - No, no, no...

Yeah... Just a little bit more. Keep on pumping!

- Make sure these people scatter... - W-wait, is this really fine?

Oh, we've definitely pumped enough air into it.

- Weren't you passing the street? - That was then! This is n-

Then I suppose I'll... O-ouch!

- Gren, please drive more carefully. - Can't you drive, sir?

- What happened? - "Out of gas"!

He took an empty can and left!

Oh my god, just back up and drive around it! We've got a schedule...

We really need to stay on schedule!

They "have a schedule..." Move the cones!!

- We'll have to take another route. - Sure thing!

- How typical of the military... Hurry up! - Yeah, yeah!

Why do they always have to nag me? I'm just trying to do my job...

"We have a schedule," they say...

Why hello there, what are you up to?

- T-the hell are you doin'?! - Oh, I'm just joking around!

Get a move on. Just look at the time!

Hurry up!

- Have you checked the...? - Yeah, it's time!

Hurry up!

Ow! Sorry!!

Hurry up!

This operation was planned down to the smallest detail... Yet you blew it?!

- What is it? - A man would like to see you.

He will have to wait. This is insane!

The guys said the cortege went another route...

Something broke the schedule. Totally insane.

Indeed, this is a god-damned scandal! I'm surrounded by a gaggle of idiots!

And Müllweiser is coming from Germany tomorrow to decode the chip!

Find this chip, no matter what the cost! Understood?!

- Uh-huh. - Get started, then!!

That cursed...!

Mr. Jönsson...

CEO Wall-Enberg.

Please, have a seat.

So, what is the topic of the day?

- The chip. - ...What chip?

The Master Plan.

Don't understand what you are talking about.

My former roommate, your lawyer, apparently became a little uncomfortable.

After all, he's serving as a good source of information...

- ...And serving time... - I understand.

So, Mr. Jönsson, you are here for business?

Correct.

Dare I ask at which scale?

I had imagined no more or less than 55 millions.

55 millions?!

And, where is the delivery?

Somewhere safely hidden.

- Would you like a cigar? - Oh, gladly!

- Feel free! - Thank you.

And how will I know whether it is the right chip?

Wall-Enberg, at our level I would frankly consider it unwise for us to go behind each others' backs...

That's correct, Mr. Jönsson.

Take the wreck out.

{Hello? I would like to speak with Mr. Fritz Müllweiser, please.}

No blood.

'aight, no blood.

Müllweiser? Yes, well...

Our little delivery has just arrived. It's here at my office... And available for coding.

Can he really take this long? I'm getting worried.

You get that counting 55 millions by hand ain't a quick task, right?

You know, when you're dealing with that kind of numbers you really gotta spend time on your tax plans!

Maybe borrow 50-60 mils, and stuff!

- Borrow? - Yeah... Like Rainer and his buds, right?

His beret!

- Beret? - Over there!

That car... It was that black one!

Mr. Jönsson, now you'll get to smoke a real good cigar!

I- I don't like this one bit...

Step on it, Harry. Sickan's in trouble.

Yes, but listen: I'm thirsty...

- What is it? - Music!

"Music"... What're you talking about?

That way.

- Got smokes? A cigarette? - Yeah, what about it?

Take one and... Come on!

Cut it... Here! Yes, right there!

Get the hot ash in...

- What a fucking blast! - Oh, shut up!

You're crazy, you're dangerous, you could've gotten us all blown to bits!

Shut it!! Just pipe down, Sickan...

Hup! Come on! Heave-ho...!

- Damn, sounds like he's eaten anabolic stereoses... - Ah, you mean like our champs in the Olympics?

Shut up, then!

Shut up down there!

- What's going on? Wait, Harry?! - Yep...

Wh-where have you been? Harry, just come in!

I've been waiting for hours-why would you go up there now?

Where have you been? Just come in, I've been waiting!

BOTH OF YOU, QUIET DOWN!!

I've been waiting for hours, Harry! What have you been up to?

And what's the maniac screaming about?

- Oh no, look at you! - What?

Oh dear Harry, what happened? Just look at yourself! ...And where's the genius?

- W-well, he's in the- - Carpet?

- Woah, what a nice carpet! Put it down and let me take a look! - Uh, no...

What's the matter? Just put it down and we can... Oh, I've never seen anything like this!

- W-well, there was a blast! - I knew it! It's Persian!

Oh, it's just...

- Spirits. - Gas.

- "Gas"? - Gas, yeah.

"Gas"...

Harry, be a dear and give me my latest Bingo prize.

Sure...

There~!

I have a plan.

Why are you laying down? Stand up.

We'll need a floor plan of Arlanda Airport...

A privately owned plane will arrive at 11 o'clock sharp.

The pilot is a German expert at military secrets.

His mission is to decode Wall-Enberg's chip.

In addition, he has brought a uniquely constructed metallic suitcase...

And in this suitcase, 55 millions.

We will enter Arlanda using an unsupervised turnstile...

Everything's ready?

Absolutely! 3.5 meters from the cross, and 4.5 meters from the-

Yes, but what about the chalk, tape-measure, hammer, and nails?

Oh absolutely, it's all there!

May I take a look?

- Y-yep, sure, I-I have everything! - The Fritz is there!

OK, he's landed. Drive!

This one sure is...

Tough to crack!

What a rascal...

A real stubborn...

Oh, now Harry's getting sad...

He's getting... SO goddamn...!

{What happened?}

{What happened, a puncture?}

- Indeed... This wheel is unusually poorly constructed! - {Unthinkable.}

Er, it hasn't grown mold yet... All I said is that it was old!

{What??} - What? There could have been something sharp, or...

But the lines, what's with them?

Um, you see, this is that rotation effect you get when...

[inaudible]

...No? I assume that the controllers weren't paying attention at the start.

But we controlled... Down to the last detail!

Is that so? Well, "even the sun has spots" as you say!

I will contact the control tower, you sit here and we'll send out a repair car, alright?

We'll tell you-stay as still as possible!

Get here right now!

What are you doing, idiot?! You can't just sit here! Get going!

- HARRY!! - Get over here, you... You damn loon!

Come on... Hurry up!

- Wall-Enberg's tickets, please. - ...Pardon?

CEO Wall-Enberg, if you happen to have heard the name before.

- Yes, of course, but... - I was supposed to pick up his tickets.

Good day, this is a call from Wall-Enberg's office at the city hall...

We need four tickets for Portugal, flight SK452 at 13 o'clock.

- We're in a hurry and sent a man out to- - Yes, yes. He's standing right here.

We'll take care of that. Thank you.

- That went well! - Yes...

What kind of room is this?

It's "Very important", y'know. The VIP room.

- Will this do? - Yeah, that's brilliant.

Would you gentlemen like to order anything else?

Yes, absolutely...

Right, gents, should I buy you some glasses of the dry kind?

I'm thirsty... I'd like beer.

...So, one bottle of champagne?

Yes - straight from the cellar, please.

Beer.

Beer..

Beer...

Beer... Please. Beer!

{Thank you!} Oh...

Yes, yes. Naturally.

{Please...}

- Gold? - That's right.

Welp, gold is always gold.

Yeah, but it's just a pittance compared with 55 millions...

Satisfied, sir?

Gold and diamonds worth 55 million Swedish crowns.

German comedy?

- Who's there?! - I'm from the Gasworks...

- The Gasworks? What the hell does- - You've had a little leak.

- What is that supposed to mean?! - Ah, this is Inspector Jönsson.

- Goodbye. - And, how's the beer? Cool enough?

"Gassed," you said.

- Saw it with my own eyes, I swear! - Swap your eyes out.

Ah, excuse me. It's Madame Clicquot... The champagne.

...Hello~? What, has the financial emperor fallen asleep?!

Mr. Jönsson, anything else you would like to get off your chest?

Send your German friend this message: the puncture has been repaired!

Arlanda!

We got some coin, guys, that's for sure!

- Cheers! - Eyup!

Good one, guys!

Harry~!

Harry!

HARRRRY!

- DORIS! - QUIET!!

The hell's wrong with you, you nutjob?

Wanna get thrown in a drunk's cell ten damn minutes before the plane leaves?! Get a grip!

- Harry! - Doris! Yes!

- Oh, have you beered? - N-No.

Yeesh, what's that?

This is Sweden~!

- You're bringing your sewing machine to Lisbon?! - Actually, it's over there!

That's just some of my bingo prizes: a replica of the Kaknäs Tower and this adorable table fountain!

- Oh, that's coming along?! - Now we have to check in!

- Come on, Harry, help him carry this. Hurry up! - Sure thing!

- As for you, little Doris... - Yes?

- Doris, we're millionaires. - Yay~!

You can buy anything, anytime, anyhow, to anyone.

Yes... Some things can't be bought for money, though.

- Like that street "art" from Hötorget. - No, I mean the memory of Sweden...

- Our beautiful lakes. - And ugly suburbs.

- Midsummer Eves... - Subzero degrees.

- Crayfish... - Debt collectors.

- Queen Silvia... - She's a German, though!

- Oh, that's so rude, how dare you?! - But she really is-

Bingo - we're all checked in, y'know! Next stop Lisbon!

Great! Doris, would you mind carrying this suitcase through the terminal?

- No, but why? - Yeah, y'know,

always looks better when the secretary's carrying the paperwork, right?

Oh dear, oh dear! Let's... Actually, where's the bathroom?

- No, Doris, we must leave immediately. - I have to powder my nose...

Won't you let her powder up in peace?!

I know, I'll show you the way, you wait here! We'll be back soon!

I'll help out! This is it!

- Excuse me, you speak Swedish? - Yes...?

Can you point me, um, the renowned Stockholm's city hall... That's the name, yes?

Yes, my pleasure!

It's here... No, there it is! Or... Here! No?

It's over here... And over there, too! And there-no wait, that's...

Y-you must help, s-she's-!

THE BAG!

Well then, that's how it's done.

And now that little flea... Should get crushed... Forever.

Hello, may I speak with the Minister of Justice?

It's Wall-Enberg.

Favours owed, favours cashed in.

- Now nothing else can fail. - No, no... But where will I stay?

I have booked a suite at Grand Hotel; there's nothing better in the country.

That sounds excellent.

You are probably aware of this already, but you can't decode the chip here.

How much time would you need?

I'll need 15 minutes to, er, clean myself a bit up.

- Then coding will take half an hour. - Good.

I'll call at six so we can make a decision. Then I'll contact the consortium...

...So we can meet them here tomorrow at nine o'clock to conclude this transaction.

Jansson will help you with carrying the computer upstairs.

On whose orders? The Minister of Justice's?

Then I suppose we MUST redirect all of our resources to capturing that Jönsson.

Yes, I suppose we'll see it as our main task!

Yes, we'll strike ASAP!

{Here you go.}

- {Many thanks...} - {Sir, come with me.}

- {Mr. Müllweiser, please come with me.} - ...Yes, yes!

- We-uh-y'see-I-no, he... - Eh-hem!

I'm here for Fritz Müllweiser's double room.

Yes, he just received his key.

Of course, but four people can't sleep in the same room... Or do you use bunk beds?

Um... Of course not, sir, but we have enough rooms for you if you'd like to book-

What, weren't there already two double rooms booked in his name?

I'm sorry, I can only find one reserved in my records, but of course we can get you another one if you'd like...

Acceptable. Put us as close to Müllweiser as possible, please.

- Room 536 is next to his... - That would be great.

- Here you go! - Thanks!

Farewell.

My dear little Chippy...

Hey, Sickan! Catch!

- What is this? - Linen!

"Linen"... What would we use that for?!

You're gonna wear it on your dome!

D-... Dome?!

Yeah, you're gonna be a madame, y'know!

- What? - Oh, by the way... I stole some makeup downstairs.

Put this and some charm on and The Fritz will go right where we want'im to.

- I... Never! Charles-Ingvar Jönsson, g- - Shh! Sickan...

You don't think Harry or I could charm The Fritz, do ya?

You're just the right height, though, and you've got great legs...

Hey... Ptoo! This stuff goes on the eyes, y'know...

Look, if we're gonna earn those millions you've gotta get to work!

Oh come on, Sickan, behind the glasses! Calm down, I'll help you.

Yeah yeah, come on in.

- Shouldn't I say a password first? - No, just come in, dammit.

Calm down, I'll help you.

We could use a li'l more.

Nice! I think we should start with the towels now.

That's good, put it over there.

Cheers!

- Put a couple more down. That could go there... - Right!

{What is going on?}

- Service. - {What kind of service?}

Special service~!

Really...?

Well, we heard that someone was taking a hot bath...

Here at Grand Hotel, we offer our international guests warm towel baths for free.

- Henri & Anette... - Um, I don't know... I have to...

- It feels horribly warm, actually. - Horribly warm, you say? That's great.

Stimulates the muscles and goes right into your joints. You're already feeling better, yes?

It feels a bit... stiff. What are you doing, really?

Excellent. That's what sets us apart from the rest.

What are you doing?

Seriously, what are you doing?

Gypsum sheets, Gramps! The skincare industry stopped using clay a long time ago...

- {Really?} - Should we tape his mouth as well?!

Indeed, they could probably use that... Soft lips could really do wonders for you!

There you go~!

- How's it going, Sickan? - "Anette"!

- The chip! - Sure... Wait, what?

- The chip! - Oh! Oh, right.

Hey... What is it, really?

This is a chip. Steal the chip out of the computer - hurry up! - Right, right!

Towel, Maestro!

This is Wall-Enberg. Have you finished coding?

- Yeahhh... It's done, it's goin' swimmingly, y'know... - Alright, then I will call the consortium.

- C'mon Harry, hurry up! Get the chip out! - A-ah, yeah...

I would like to suggest that we meet up at 9 o'clock tomorrow so we can get this project finished.

Finished? Uh... Whaddaya meeean, Morgan?

Don't you already know?

They will bring another 55 millions, and then it's over. Have you run into any issues?

Naaah, you know, 's the other way around! How fantastic towels can be, and how-

- [inaudible] - Towels, special service... what the hell are you talking about?

...Your sense of humour is genuinely beyond me, Fritz.

- What jokes? It's really nice! - Look! I've found the chip.

And the personnel were surprisingly nice and helpful...

Dude, we'll get in touch, Morgan... G'bye!

- And what... What is that? - The chip.

- Yes, obviously. - That's brilliant y'know, Sickan!

{Thank you.}

Either Fritz is a very special kind of man, or...

Follow me!

Was there an issue?

That was like a shed! Would've liked some elbow room, et cetera... Let Müllweiser foot the bill, right? Thanks!

Fritz? Turn the lights on.

- The curtains are closed, too... - No way, it's-!

Fritz! What the bloody hell is going on?

Come on - help him, for Christ's sake!

{Oh, forget me.}

- Where is the chip? - It's schtolen.

- Y-yes, something is wrong with our lamp. - Here is the champagne you ordered, sir.

I have not ordered any champagne! Whatever, put it there!

- Alright. I was also told to hand you this... - What's that?

You'll have to pay in cash.

Is that so? You, pay him.

No way... That man is incredibly rude!

"Looking forward to a quick meeting." There must be something wrong with him!

- Persson speaking. - All I want to say is...

That an advanced heist has been pulled on one of the military's transports.

- Wh-... What kind of heist? - A chip has been traded...

A chip which contains the original data related to a Master Plan,

and currently is lost in the so called 'underworld'.

But... That's not true. It's impossible.

Criminal inspector Persson, I would recommend that you prepare to visit...

...The airport's headquarters, so you can analyze the false chip currently located there.

Tomorrow you'll get a letter... Where I explain where the real chip is.

Hello?

Try again.

- It's impossible! - What should we do?

Keep our gabs shut. All of us. Not a syllable may leave this room.

Criminal inspector Persson, you get full responsibility for this operation.

All of the government's resources are at your disposal.

- The chip must be taken back now, no matter the costs. - Naturally. I understand.

Silversköld, your turn to serve.

Let's hope those international big shots got the dough so we don't get screwed over again...

Of course.

- I'll go up alone. - What? Should we be...?

Give this letter to criminal inspector Persson, immediately!

Then wait for me here.

- Should the police-?! - Hurry up, there's no time!

I'll drive! You hand this letter over.

- Got it? You hand it over. - Yes, sure, anytime! Come along now!

Anybody can be delayed... I can promise you that he will be here any moment!

Ah! Mr. Jönsson. Please enter.

Gentlemen, allow me to introduce you to Charles-Ingvar Jönsson.

The country's expert by a wide margin when it comes to business of a more sensitive kind.

Jönsson, remember that we're actually a bit stressed, so... Yes...

- And the money? - Ah, yes.

- Here. - Alright.

{What in the goddamn... What is this madness?!}

- What the bloody hell is this?! - The Master Plan.

- But this is the wrong chip! - No... It's the real one.

This is the Master Plan.

G-gentlemen, there has been something of a misunderstanding... I promise, just a moment and I will-

{We don't accept 'misunderstandings'.}

What the fuck?!

Mr. Jönsson, where is the chip?

Do whatever it takes to squeeze where the real chip is out of this idiot!

Good day, Mr. Jönsson...

How nice to see you... Right at this location!

And what the hell's happened this time, huh?

Yeah, where is Sickan?

What if he's tricked you?

No way, no way... Come on, Harry.

- S-Should I...? - No, no, no! You shouldn't have to-this is men's work, you see!

Then I guess I'll wait? Harry...

What are you doing? I have already told you the truth - Wall-Enberg has the right chip!

Don't you think telling us where the chip actually is would be a better move?

- It's in Wall-Enberg's care! - We heard enough of that earlier.

- But it's the truth! - Yes. The business will get solved one way or another...

But maybe you'll reconsider before the clock's hand strikes you down, Mr. Jönsson...

Now let's have... {A sandwich and oil!}

- {Oil?!} - {Yes-no, beer! Beer!}

You can wait here. {I'll return... I hasten!}

- Sickan! - Hey, it's this way!

Hey, Harry! You seeing what I'm seeing?

- They've left a beer here... - Harry, the stethoscope! Hey!

- Yes, it's still cold... - Are you listening to me?!

...Enough to tickle when it goes down.

What are you doing?! The stethoscope!

...C'mon, get a grip already! Those 55 mils are right there!

What's with that boring tune? That's not how we want it. No thanks!

- Shut it! - No, you need some style and... No... Not like that!

Nope, that's not how we want it... We don't yap or scream 'round these parts.

We want a bit of finesse...

{Another one, please.} - Yes, it doesn't taste bad at all... Cheers!

No... Oh no!

But...!

{A good technical work, yes? Made in Switzerland.} Technically, it's not so notable...

It's brilliant, y'know... The millions are all sorted out!

- What? - Sickan's on the clock! This way!

There's no time! He's-he's on...

{This is the biggest clock in Sweden!}

Ah. Well, in Germany we have a lot bigger, more complicated... This is easier things.

There!

Sickan, what'cha doing up there?

Hey, we're gonna need a ladder. C'mon... Move it!

Now tell me where the chip is, Jönsson.

Time's a-ticking...

- Bad news? - Yes...

...For Wall-Enberg. His time spent as a free man is running out.

Shouldn't we check our facts first?

There are times when the police needs to make a decision, such as now.

- Wall-Enberg must be arrested. - Is that smart?

- It cannot be avoided. - But we know that the Minister of Justice is involved in this...

Even if the ministers of Justice, or Finance, or the entire market are on his side, Wall-Enberg must be put behind bars!

Some have let this slide, but I won't!

And once military secrets get involved, a line has been crossed. Understood?

- Yes! - Right! Then let us head out.

Keep calm, Sickan - I'm coming, y'know!

Hold on, Harry...

- ...No, to the ladder! - Ah.

Relax, Sickan, this'll all work out... Maybe...

Harry, the knife! Hurry up and bring it up! 01:22:13.450... > 01:22.14.750 The knife!

Oh, fuck...

I'll take care of that, y'know... You'll be free soon... Yeah, don't panic, Sickan!

Long as we watch out for this.

Shit! Harry, what are you doing?

Get it over with, Harry! Who else is gonna hold the fuckin' ladder?!

Get here!

Just get here!

Drop the knife! Loose!

Stay calm, Sickan... Soon we'l...

Oops, the ladder...

Harry, belt up the clock and hang on to the smaller hand.

Hey! Harry! Go up and hang onto the smaller hand!

Oh, c'mon... Please go, we need to outweigh this one!

- Hurry up! Just do it, right now! - Yeah? Sure, sure...

- Harry, just go up, please... - Yeah... No... I'll-I'll wait a while.

No, go up now Harry... Hurry up!

- What? - Get a move on...

It's fine y'know, Sickan. Harry's on his way now, you see...

Yeah... Sure thing, y'know.

We're getting there, y'see... We'll be home soon, Sickan!

Look, I've gotta go hang myself!

Hey, Sickan... Just wait here!

Hold on Harry, I'm coming.

Yeah, I'm coming...

Let's say that what's important here is not looking down too much. Right?

- Right... - So get hanging!

It's working, Harry - look!

Harry, we've made it!

It's working! There!

Look! You seeing what I'm seeing?

See the door? I'll get it...

There's a door here...

Sickan, watch out!!

You're an idiot, Harry...!

- Just hang on! - I'm already hanging!

- Get heavy, then! - Getting... Heavier...

This ain't working... We'll never make it like this!

- Just push! - I am!

Hey, Sickan, move over to this hand. You just gotta walk it and get in through the door over there...

Arrest him!

"Arrest"? What the bloody hell are you trying to accomplish?!

- Do you have any idea who I am?! - I do, Sir! But sorry... I will take this.

I will talk with the Minister of Justice about this, and I can promise you-

That could easily be arranged. He's already at the station.

'Station'... Wh-... Are you thinking... You wouldn't dare to-

Yes we would! That way. Bring him out!

Now hurry up! Come on!

Hey, Gren... Gather some of our forces and get everything in his office;

bookkeeping, contracts, letters, balance sheets, all. Of. It!

Sure... Come on, guys.

Hey, Sickan! Wait...

- Wait, what is this? - 55 millions, Sickan!

But how did you find it?

Oh y'know, crackin' Wall-Enberg's safe open... It's a cakewalk to me!

Is it, now?

Y-yeah, but it was your plan, Sickan.

- Yes. - Yeah, you are brilliant, Sickan.

Of course!

There's no time!

Let's not use the lift; I believe it's this way.

Hey, Gren? It's that way.

Jönsson... Arrest him!

Brother, I would like to apologise a thousand times for this... We have made a serious mistake.

You see, every now and then a few... bad apples squeeze their way into larger organisations.

Even though I am the minister of justice, I cannot keep track of everything perfectly. I hope you understand that.

Listen, I... I hope that we will meet in Sandhamn this weekend?

Yes, so do I!

Well then! I assume I won't need to use that many words, Persson...

No, it's just... I got a tip, and-

Fishing. Your hobby is fishing; isn't that right, Mr. Persson?

Yes it is, but... I would like to suggest that you go for a really long fishing trip...

- Would you? - ...Starting tomorrow.

How long would you suggest...?

Those who retire early generally stay retired the rest of their lives.

Put the things over here!

We got Jönsson!

- Get that small fry out of here. - But he's a wanted man!

I'm telling you, get him out.

- Should he just be allowed to leave? - Out.

Jönsson! Stop right there, Jönsson!

Your suitcase.

Oh, this is crazy... Look, Harry!

- Harry, the chip! - Yes, I know...

But it's the real chip with the Master Plan! Sickan got the wrong chip!

- What are you talking about? - There he is... Wait here.

Sickan... Sickan, look at this!

So, what have you got there?

It's the real chip.

But then Wall-Enberg was right!

Hey... Think we could sell the chip again?

- 55 millions isn't enough for you? - Good point... But then what?

- The castle! - Castle...?

Bertil!

- Your bag with the fishing stuff! - Oh right... The gear.

- See you. - Huh? Oh, sure. See you. Bye.

- To Nybroviken, please. - Bye!

It's a military secret. Give this to the commander-in-chief before lunch.

Tell him that Charles-Ingvar Jönsson sends his regards... And that it's a gift from the Jönsson Gang.

ATTENTION!

Nah, y'know, you gotta use a double-wobbler with three hooks! Then they'll bite.

How primitive! Flies are the only way to go.

I have made one myself, actually; let me show you!

During these times, it is important to...

- Actually, let's go to Arlanda instead. - Huh? There aren't any fishing spots near the airport.

- No, but there's a flight headed for Ireland in an hour. - I see.

Hey, Sickan. The x-ray...

- No, that's the pass. - Yeah, but...

Y'know, we've gotta take the suitcase through the x-ray in there... S-Sickan!

Metal detector. Diamonds? Carbon, invisible.

- That's right, yeah. - Any other questions?

What about the gold bars? Huh?

They look like chocolate bars.

...What?

No way... He bought fishing gear for all that money?

- Whose is this? - Er, that's mine!

Well, we would consider this to be weaponry; a serious violation.

- Weaponry?! - Would you please come along for a more detailed search?

Wait, there must have been a misunderstanding! I'm a policeman, you can't-besides, this wasn't even my bag, I had another one...!

That's brilliant, Sickan... Chocolate bars, y'know!

- Talk about great chocolate! You're a genius, Sickan! - But of course.

Holy shit, we're gonna have so much chocolate, y'know!

- You go ahead. - ...Ladies first!

♪ La Cucaracha, La Cucaracha~ ♫

OK, the film gets to look like this.

Thanks for today, everyone! Likewise!

Thanks for everything. Don't think there's much left to do, like...

Alright, you should put this away...