All language subtitles for Olsen-banden.Tar.Gull.1972.NORWEGIAN.720p.WEBRip.x264.AAC-YTS.GG-YTS.BZ

No, Valborg had to start working. It hasn't been so good.

VAT on everything. And the money is gone.

There is a liquidity crisis.

So I've taken on a job as a maid.

I clean up and stand in. Cooking and...

-Dog food!
-Not again, Basse.

I thought there was some hint up front about a lager?

Three lagers... with rhymes.

-Now you will hear.
-Now you will hear.

-We have a plan.
-A phenomenal plan.

Everything is timed and measured and all that.
I have it here, now you will see.

Please. We made it up ourselves.

Oh yes, I was the one who came up with the bulldozer.

You, go in and do your homework.
Don't be silly, the adults are talking.

-Scrub yourself out!
-You're a complete snorer!

So, so, so!

-And what does this mean?
-Now you have to listen.

Tobacco shop has got a new owner. Lot of money, sped up with porn.

They say that he sometimes has several hundred kroner in the till.

And we start our operation at 17:43...

-Save me.
-Damn, Egon! It is safe.

We who had been looking forward to it like that.

-What should we do now?
-What do you say to becoming a millionaire?

-Yes, yes...
-But we should have had some money too.

-You could come along to see?
-Maybe you still... had...?

Does that mean you're not interested at all?

-Yes, yes, it's clear.
-You're not interested.

You have nothing but pebbles in the tuber. I have a great case!

"Tobacco shop"?
Keep the snuff to yourself.

Egon, come on! Hell, we didn't mean it like that.

-Of course we'd like to become millionaires.
-We've never managed it before.

-Shut it down, Kjell. Egon has a plan.
-Naturally.

There you can see! What's that, Egon?

Calm down... calm down now.

Can you see what this is?

-Drawing of a septic tank?
-A maze from a Donald magazine?

Nonsense! It is a drawing of an old German fortification. A bunker.

-Do you see the cross?
-What the hell is that?

It's a treasure! Millions in gold bars, British and American money.

-What do you say to that?
-Are you crazy!

-But are you sure about this?
-Bombproof! The card cost two beers.

Yes, but millions... Isn't that a bit risky?

No one will miss them. Those belonging to the German general who had to flee,-

-were surprised by peace and had to run away.

You can only get them if you know where they are. And we know that.

-Bingo! Right, Kjell?
-Yes, but shouldn't we either...

Shut up, then, Kjell! Don't you want to be a millionaire?

-It works, then?
-Anyone who gives up is a piece of shit.

-There you are.
-There is no risk, no toil.

It's not even illegal. Everything is thought out in detail.

-We're leaving tomorrow morning.
-What?

-Traveling?
-Where?

-To the South!
-What about Valborg?

-Southern Norway?
-Yes, the bunker is on the beach there.

Is it necessary? I mean, all the way to Sørlandet.

Abroad? No, now you can pull yourself together, Kjell. I say so.

The south? It doesn't matter which country it is.

Say hello and say that you will not be allowed to travel anywhere.

Shall I join? Now? It doesn't work,
I have nothing to wear.

Come on, Basse!

Excuse me, but this moving load won't work.

Is all this necessary, Valborg?

What are you imagining? Shall we leave the things?

There's no room! Buy utility instead of this scrap.

"Scrap"? Did you hear that, Kjell? Do you agree with that?

Egon, this is getting too much.

-Now that might be enough!
-You've never earned an honest penny.

We've been paying installments for years, and then we're just going to waive it?

Not on terms. You can travel without me and Kjell. Come, we'll carry it up.

All right... all right! We need to get another cart, Benny.

Now it's summer, now it's sunny, now there's fleas in the air

Now the guys are sitting on tart berries and drinking dung in the park

Tjo-litta-litta tjo-litta-lei
Come on, I'm going to throw cow shit at you

Tjo-litta-litta tjo-li tta-lei
Come, I'm going to throw away cow droppings

-Yes, it's with a certain sadness...
-What?

-Oh yes!
-I have stayed there for a few years.

Think you'll never see it again.

How long are we going to drive? How far is it to Sørlandet?

First we're going to Moss, then the ferry to Horten.

We have to remember smoke and alcohol. How much can we bring?

You cannot buy anything on the Bastøy ferry.

-It's domestic.
-Yes, and so what?

Calm, now, completely calm. Now must be sensible and economical.

-Do we have any money with us?
-Calm down, it'll be fine.

Now we're going to trick this hillbilly. Bingo!

-I almost feel sorry for them.
-People with our numbers can manage.

I'd like to fill this one.

No, I'm sorry, I'm not allowed to sell under five liters.

It pains me to hear. I have always been a customer of your company.

I have liked the acceleration due to Optimal Pluss.

I have enjoyed the clean exhaust and the good economy-

-which originates from the ingenious addition of Economat.

Will I, after all these years, be forced to go to the competitor?

That would make me sad.

-Super or ordinary?
-Super, thank you.

2,90 Thank you.

-Can I have a receipt?
-Yes, of course.

-Bingo!
-It was almost too late.

No wonder Mobil is the best, ha-ha!

Now who will pay? Who can afford it?

We have no money, money It's dirty with it

-Damn, now we're there!
-Where?

In the South! There is the tunnel.

Now it's just through, then we'll be there.

-Where are we?
-Soon in Sørlandet.

Where exactly is this Southland?
Does anyone have a map?

Don't you have an atlas, Basse?

Now we'll see... Here we are.

Where is Oslo? And where is Sørlandet?

It's the worst! I would think it's further...

-It was like hell. Far to go?
-A bit.

Then we have to have more petrol. We'll trick this hillbilly too.

It shouldn't be a problem.

-Good day.
-Good day.

-I would like to fill this.
-Super, right?

-What?
-You want Super, right?
-Super, yes.

-And then you want a receipt?
-Receipt? Yes...

Good day.

When you finish filling the tank, can you fill this up?

-Fill it all the way up.
-Yes, I will.

30 kroner for the spare wheel. It was worth
50. Cursed usury!

-Wasn't it a hillbilly?
-We don't talk about it anymore.

-Do you think this is true?
-Yes, we're going even further.

Now we have to be there soon.

-Now we're all in the open, right?
-No, we are going to Kløvstad.

-Humans cannot possibly live here.
-Only we haven't lost our way.

-There!
-What? Where?

To the beach! Bingo!

Now we just have to find the right bunker.

246-312-3.

Phenomenal! Gold bars and valleys for everyone.

-Is it right down by the beach?
-You are a genius, Egon!

Come on!

Don't leave me! It's so weird here.

-Weird?
-It's so quiet... and something about the smell.

-It's fresh air. Basse stays here.
-No, it's bad here!

Women...!

-Listen!
-What's that?

Damn, it sounds like the subway.

The sea!

Damn, Egon, don't take it so hard. Bunkers don't last forever.

-It should be here.
-I want to go home!

Yes, let's get home. We can take the tobacco shop instead.

-You've just been cheated.
-Shut up!

I haven't been cheated. I know it's supposed to be here!

-Maybe it's just around the corner.
-Okay.

-Come on, Kjell.
-Are we going home?

No, we're not going home, we're going on.

-Basse, don't you want to go outside?
-I want to sit in the shade.

-What are you doing for something?
-Reading.

Wondering how big daddy has it.

Now I can't take it anymore! This is torture.

-Can't we take a break soon?
-We're moving on!

There they come.

Alright, now we're there.

-Put it down.
-Poor bastard! What is it?

Have you gotten sick?

How did it go? Are we millionaires again?

Damn, this case stinks. You saw it yourself.

It wasn't the right place. It should be there. Further.

He needs to go to the emergency room. He has big water blisters.

They just need to be cut. I have a pocket knife.

Calm down, calm down...

What's all the fuss about?

It was like I said, the valve and the cylinder head.

Then I was right. I said it was...
The valve and the top piece.

-What do you plan to do with it?
-What? I? I can't...

You're a driver, right?

-It's your responsibility.
-Listen now...

The matter is clear. The cart does not run, so repair. I'm waiting.

How can I...? Then I must have some parts!

This dung cart! It's Kjells's fault, with all their old shit!

I don't think so! You're talking about my home.

Now everything is ruined. Valborg is without a job, and here we are.

-It 's always you, Egon!
-Me? Should it be my fault?

Yes, it's your fault! You have big plans that never come to fruition.

No, nothing will ever come of it because I work with hanging heads and stuffed ears!

You don't own a count! If it's not one, it's the other!

-"Water blisters"!
-Kjell!

I think I'm going to be sick. Look how I look.

We have to call the doctor. What does the dude think it is? Maybe it's the plague!

"The human organism can endure hunger for several weeks."

"On the other hand, it can't handle going without water for more than three days at the most."

-Someone is coming.
-Where?

It's a crane truck.

-Valborg... My girl...
-Yes, what is it?

Now we will be saved.

Oh my God, the way I look too.

Now it was a good thing you came! Our valve and head gasket have gone.

Yes, exactly.

Excuse me, is there a place nearby where we can get something to eat?

Phenomenal! Bingo.

-Quite a guy, right?
-Wasn't he a little weird?

-He was crazy.
-Don't say that, Basse.

Southerners can be good, they can't do that.

Just get going, you. That's enough for you to do.

Good day.
Yes, you have probably met Little boy.

Little boy? You mean the gentleman who was so friendly...

Little boy is not as twisted as he seems. He is harmless.

No, so men if he does. What can we do for you?

-We are visiting. From Oslo.
-No, then!

Yes, we've had a small engine accident.

-We were supposed to repair it.
-Valve and cylinder head.

You can look at the scrap heap and see if you find anything.

If you don't find anything, it costs nothing. At least not much.

Thank you, that was kind of you.

Come out and see, Basse! Now we really are in the country.

Excuse me?

-It concerns the iron doors over there.
-Do you have a use for them?

No. I'm just interested where they come from.

-We picked them up in the German bunker.
-Bunker?

-Are there any more bunkers left down there?
-Yes, unfortunately.

They have built many of them on the rocks down on the beach.

-Here! Here it is.
-Bingo!

Benny! Here!

Come Kjell!

Yes!

Oh my! It's here. It's here!

It's here! I have found it!

-You've found it!
-Can you forgive us, Egon?

Of course, you guys are phenomenal! Let's get the tool.

-Get started now.
-No, we must not act hastily.

-No, no...
-Let us calm down.

This is the chance of our lives. This must be planned.

-And times!
-Bingo!

We know the treasure is in there. It will stay there until we retrieve it.

We have time to show restraint and calmness. We must not be suspected.

We pretend nothing happened. We need to get to know people in the city.

We must not lose sight,
so that they feel safe with us.

And then we have to get working big time. We sell the cart to the scrap dealer.

And provisions. Not much, just the essentials.

We have to have a place to live. No luxury, we will stay 2-3 days.

But we rent it for a week.

Yes, yes, I guess I can say welcome.

-Where's the fridge ?
-There is no fridge here.

Evensen in no. 7 rented in Kragerø, there was a fridge, TV and fireplace.

My darling, we're going to live here for a couple of days.

-Now we're going to Mallorca soon.
-Then we must at least have a fridge.

Of course. We're going to be millionaires.

We're not even going to cook, just ask for the menu.

-Now you're not rough, Basse.
-It says so.

-What are you reading?
-Knowing languages is useful.

-Yes... And what does it mean?
-"Police, Please come with us"

Hush, Basse.

A little more left!

I said a little, idiot! There is a difference between shaving and cutting off your head!

Stop!

One... two... three... four... five... six... seven... eight... nine...

ten... eleven... twelve... thirteen...

Phenomenal, Egon.

Move, you idiot!

Ninety-two, ninety-three, ninety-four, ninety-five,-

-ninety-six, ninety-seven, ninety-eight, ninety-nine, one hundred...

Lookout Charlie here. What, lieutenant?

-No, there's nothing to report.
-Right?

Keep your ears and eyes open. Over and out!

-Is there something wrong?
-It is dangerous to be inside the fence.

-Life-threatening?
-Yes, it is.

But should you come inside, it's the first way to the left.

Here is the bunker I found on the beach. It is similar to the entrance.

From here, an underground passage leads to the cannon position.

The ammunition bunker is located here, and inside is the command bunker.

But it is in a guarded military area. The only way in,-

-and thus into the treasure, is here.

Now we'll see... The entrance to the bunker is up there.

-And that's right.
-Yes, it must be right.

-Where should we dig?
-Should we start here?

Calm now, calm. Let's see, it's about finding the right way.

So it goes in there. Then it must be that way.

You wait here.

Egon!

Could you help me up? I have found the entrance!

The thing is beef. But we have to get diving equipment.

-It's clear.
-Diving equipment is not cheap.

-Then we have to get money.
-Sure. We need to get money.

-Don't you understand anything?
-Nobody has money here.

-Nonsense. I know of someone who has.
-Well, yes. Hillbilly.

There it is. Fast, Kjell! Benny takes the lantern.

Talc.

Gloves.

It's an old Wiig and Wroldsen, yes. Total camp!

Fingers off the barrel!

-Is it difficult?
-Shut up!

It wasn't locked. It's stupid.

Please sit down.

-Just throw your butt down.
-No thanks, I think I'm standing.

-You don't hurt anywhere, do you?
-No... I'm perfectly fine.

Good, then.

I've been wondering about you for a while.

I think you are the people people can trust.

People you can trust with a secret.

-Yes...
-If this can be between us...

then I think I can tell a little about the general's treasure.

Oh my, it's flat like a pancake, right! So clever you are.

I don't quite know where it is, but I've thought a lot about the matter.

So... I thought that since I have had a distinguished visit-

-of specialists and experts from Oslo, so...

Maybe you want to make a small trade? Or not that?

-Yes... yes...
-We can split 50-50.

And if it's money you lack, then I can look into it a bit.

-But maybe it isn't?
-Yes... yes... that...

Is there something If you are missing, then I can get something.

We'll probably find the pump machine and the hoses if we look a bit.

It holds up well, yes. It just needs to be patched up a bit.

Gosh! Is it a diving suit? I thought it was a beach animal.

-Isn't it dangerous to dive?
-With that old thing there.

-You're not allowed, Kjell!
-Cut it off!

-I'll go down myself.
-Phenomenal, Egon.

But what about Mats? He will have half.

Wait and see, everything under control.
We are the only ones who know where the treasure is.

Thank you and goodbye.

-Hello, Karina.
-Hello, Rico. New hair, I see.

-Did it go according to plan?
-It's getting worse and worse.

-It doesn't get any easier over the years.
-Interpol has been notified.

They have no idea about a small town on the Norwegian coast?

What a godforsaken place.

-Show some respect. I was born here.
-Get over it.

The hotel is ok. We are written as a couple, but don't get ideas.

I've put your things here.

Come in!

Thank you.

Go ahead, Rico.

I had no idea you were still so fast.

Take care of me, for a man of your age!

-Are you sure the treasure exists?
-Father was a good friend of the general.

-You know where it is?
-Father built the bunker.

-And then didn't you have to leave?
-We left the country in the spring of 1945.

-Why haven't you picked it up before?
-It's my pension.

-If it became necessary.
-Now is it?

I look stupid in mini shorts.
On the Riviera, the chances are small.

-Did you think of me?
-I needed a man.

You're a man, aren't you? Wanted all over Europe,-

-and want to go to the USA, millionaire widow ...
-My specialty.

-You're broke.
-You could say that.

I have provided all the equipment.

You have no chance without me.
I'm the only one who knows where the treasure is.

Hurry up now!

Kjell! Come on!

-Damn it!
-It looks peaceful.

-Sure where it is?
-It must be on the decoration.

-There is a passage under the mountain. Come!
-If you insist.

I do.

-Fuck the bastard! It's freezing cold.
-It's not the Mediterranean.

-Don't you think you're going to...
-Why do you think you're here?

Good day. It is my duty to say that you are in mortal danger.

It almost looks like this. Just drive home and put on something dry!

-And then I allow myself to be arrested.
-Oh no, no way!

-I just have to say...
-That I am in mortal danger.

-Correct. Not here, but up there.
-Oh? What do you have up there?

-Well... military secrets.
-So exciting!

Do you think so? Perhaps a little look?

There's a fantastic view up there. Can I help you?

-Both hands on the ladder, Major!
-Lieutenant!

-Report!
-Nothing to report!

You are not properly dressed. Your hat sits the wrong way!

It's important to see the difference between the front and the back! Punishment in full gear!

-Great view, right?
-A lot.

-Fantastic how clearly everything can be seen.
-Fantastic.

Why is the area cordoned off? Military secrets?

-Well. Where will it be between us...?
-I can't stand triangles.

-All right, all right, bring the helmet.
-We'll just get the water snake on.

"The water snake"? Go take the air hose! That was good.

Cut the chat and come back.

Right!

-No nonsense, pump all the time.
-Yes, trust us, Egon.

-All right, close it.
-Any last words? He he.

A moment, a moment. Like that.

All right, Egon. Good trip!

-Come here and pump, human!
-Yes, I'm coming.

No, no... hold on.

Pump! Pump!

Now he must not... go any further... There is no more snake!

-What are we going to do then?
-I don't know.

Egon! Stop! Halt! No more!

-Hold on, Benny!
-Yes, I will.

I knew it would go wrong! Egon!

Egon! Dammit, you need to come home!

Meat hats! Amateurs! Idiots!

Geez, it came all of a sudden.

We'll never see him again. He's dead.

Then the ammunition storage is there.

The gun position is there, then the command section is there.

There it is.

There it is.

Oh! No...

-He was one of the greatest.
-A universal genius.

-And then he was in his prime.
-Damn, I couldn't help it!

-Why do the best go away first?
-I can't stand it, Kjell!

How will we manage without him? What will become of us?

-The fool!
-Yes.

-Egon?
-It's me! Don't ruin my hat.

-Get back to your seat.
-Yes, yes.

This was nice! Can you stop at the woodburner? I promised Kjell cake.

The thing is beef! I have located the treasure. It only needs to be picked up.

-Bingo! Let's get going.
-Yes, yes!

-No, no.
-No... it's clear.

-First we have to think about it.
-And we have to blast our way through.

-I'll fix that.
-Can you handle it?

-Are you crazy? It's going like crazy.
-Oh yeah?

-It's a matter of calculation!
-Shouldn't we find another one?

-All right, Benny, but no miss.
-Trust me.

-The departure. Everything must take place in silence.
-Are you thinking about Matsen?

-Exactly. He doesn't need to know anything.
-Bingo!

Hillbilly!

Good day, Mats Femøre.

Damn! Is it not weasel-Karin to the blacksmith?

It was a bit of a surprise. So you're home?

Yes, long time ago, Mats.

-You've changed quite a bit.
-You too.

-Have you had guests?
-I haven't had guests.

-They drove away in your car.
-Oh, they, yes.

There are some gentlemen from Oslo whom I have helped a little.

-What kind of "gentlemen" were they?
-They are experts and specialists.

-I helped them for payment.
-Yes, of course.

What do you get for it, Mats? The general's treasure?

How can you say something like that, Karin?

Little boy! Stay away, stop!

-Nice car. Met a rich man?
-You have met someone over the years.

-You're married, right?
-No. Are you?

-Me, no.
-Who makes your meatballs?

-Little boy.
-Oh? Are Little boy's meatballs good?

They could have been worse, but they could have been better too.

-Do you understand what I mean?
-Phenomenal, Egon.

Nothing can go wrong. Except for the explosion.

-Yes, it's the only one.
-Stop it! The wall can be pushed down.

Yes, yes, the case is clear. I fix tickets. The flight leaves at 17.45.

Benny takes care of the car. Remember that there must be gas in it!

Kjell ensures that Valborg is finished on time.

-And by that I mean finished!
-Yes, I'll probably...

The plan starts tomorrow 12.15. Come on!

Looks like a bunch of amateurs, so they must know something.

Maybe they have a plan above the bunker. We could use that.

-Are you planning to get started?
-I'm sick. It's bitterly cold.

One has his wife with him. Quite a beautiful lady.

I don't know if I dare... It's almost a shame.

It almost tingles.

Married wives are your specialty. Now you can put your talents to use.

-Good day, madam.
-Are you from Jehovah's Witnesses?

We're not interested in that! We stand in the state church and have the right to vote.

You completely misunderstand, ma'am.

-So elegant You are.
-Oh, is it that way.

We don't buy at the door! Before you say a word, We have a refrigerator,-

-a vacuum cleaner and a ten-volume encyclopedia! We can't take it with us on the plane.

-The plane?
-We're going out and traveling. Goodbye!

-Hello. Do you like it?
-Well...

-Would you like a trip?
-I'm more into Mercedes.

-Okay, jump in! Quick!
-A Browning. Is it real?

You can swear at that, and it's loaded!
Come in, quick!

-Am I really kidnapped?
-Shut up.

-What are you going to demand of me?
-Shut up, sit down!

The old don't own the needle in the wall.

There you are. We were supposed to leave a quarter of an hour ago. Where have you been?

-I have been kidnapped.
-You are not allowed to do that. The powder...

Kidnapped?!

-And this is great-grandfather.
-The general?

That's right. Here we have grandfather, a tactical genius. He saved Oslo Nye.

And here we have father, a social lion. Among his friends, he is called Veslefrikk.

-He's a general, right?
-Yes. Practically.

-Is this enough?
-It's probably more than enough.

Yes, relax. Of course that's enough. It is as it should be.

It is dosed, dosage is the most important thing. Then there is the detonator.

Like that...Now we're going to connect a little there, like that.

And then dad will show them how you blow up a concrete wall.

So it is still possible to enter the bunker? So exciting.

-I could imagine to...
-Oh? Really?

-It is probably both forbidden and dangerous.
-I would be safe if you were with me.

Oh yes? Sorry. It is forbidden for officers to put themselves in danger.

-The education would have been wasted.
-It can't be that dangerous then.

Is it war? Grandpa fell there!

Phenomenal! Bang of the year!

-Is it over? Will there be more?
-No, now you will get to see h ull!

-Can you come here for a while, Benny?
-I'm coming!

-Oh damn...
-Phenomenal! Dosed and all?

-I followed the instructions.
-Did you?

I'm a fool! We must have directional blasting.

-And maybe something bigger?
-Yes, we'll take what's left.

-Shouldn't we just stop?
-No, then! Look here.

No, no...

I suggest we evacuate the position immediately! What?

Yes, but still... Well, Colonel, of course.

To the last man. Over and out.

Please. No more!

No... No! Now that might be enough! This is too damn good!

Lousy amateur! Klossmajor!
Meat hat! Talentless bastard!

You can't even make a nasty little hole!

-Egon, damn it...
-Shut up!

-I just followed the instructions.
-Shut up!

-I just took...
-You're a zero! A huge zero!

Shouldn't we get home? Valborg is waiting...

Valborg! Valborg must always be taken care of!

From the first day I met you, I have had to listen to your private nonsense.

Just complaining and wailing. It's coming to an end! I'm sick of you guys!

Kidnapped, yes! A poor orphan. I have found myself in a lot.

-But when it affects the children...
-It's not my fault!

Yes, it is! It was you who dragged us down here.

-Shut up, crazy woman!
-Did you hear that? Do you agree?

No, that one was a bit rough, wasn't it? Valborg is not insane.

Where is our million? I don't see it, but it's probably not your fault.

Shut up! Were it not for the detonator and that dot of a man!

You shift the blame to others when there is something you cannot do yourself!

-Like my sister-in-law's brother-in-law.
-Say something, then! Don't just glare.

-No, Valborg...
-Don't try to defend him.

It is his fault that we are here among robbers, kidnappers and Southerners!

Now that might be enough! I can't find me anymore. There are limits!

You can go where the pepper grows! Sail your own sea!

You can kiss me so slowly into...!

And then he just leaves. Typical! Leave us without thinking about us.

You can't do anything, you tinkerers!

Hello, Matsen. Have you seen Egon?

-Has he disappeared for you?
-No, we just can't find him.

He borrowed a hammer and chisel. I offered him the air drill,-

-but he didn't have time to listen. something wrong?

-No, no, everything under control.
-Where is my cart?

-Where is my wagon?
-We have it. You will get it tomorrow.

Come on, Kjell.

Come here, Little Boy!

There's Egon! Hi, Egon!

-No, no, don't shoot.
-Stop!

What are you imagining, damned... frog.

You're going to be on your toes, aren't you? What?

Move. Move, I said.

-We'll get the air drill.
-You don't have to do everything alone.

-We can then do something.
-Let me know if we can do anything.

-You conduct, we do the rest.
-You can't sit there alone.

-You'll get a beer too.
-Yes, we have one in our bag.

-If you are unhappy with something...
-just say so.

-Can you forgive me?
-Egon, come on.

-No, now we don't talk about it anymore.
-Yes, you saved my life.

-Egon, it's nothing.
-It was big.

That's when you understand who your true friends are. I've been naughty.

-Hold up, Egon.
-You're crazy.

I'm not always mad. I call you cardboard shells and hanging butts.

You are not lazy amateurs, cowardly puppies or chickens.

You are my friends. You bold, valiant, noble and discerning.

-Egon, please.
-It's way too much.

I know I talk a lot of nonsense.

-And sometimes I'm a little scared.
-I can be a fool.

-No, you're not.
-Well, I am.

-Then we say it. I'm also wrong.
-No, then.

-Yes, I have.
-Not at all.

-All right, we'll say it.
-Are we friends again?

-And then we follow Egon's plan.
-Stand together, then no one can catch us.

We follow the same plan tomorrow.

-I'll arrange plane tickets, you get a van.
-It's all right. Fueled and everything.

-And Kjell takes care of Valborg.
-Yes, packed and ready.

All right, then we'll get started.

-Come on!
-All right, all right!

-So come on, then!
-Damn, there's no more gas.

-What did you say?
-Easy now!

Have thought of everything. Have more, just go out and get it.

Good, Benny. Bingo.

Yes, now I think it will start.

I'll take an inspection. If it is important, call the hotel.
Fight to the last man!

It's you, 91, three of them!

What is that?

That shit! Maybe we can use explosives?

-No, thanks... Continue.
-No, no more explosions.

What was that?

-It's probably the grenade.
-What for?

Yes, a large grenade passed by.

-Have you become ill? Let's go.
-Listen!

-Thank you.
-No doubt. It must be there.

Phenomenal, Egon. That safe shouldn't be a problem.
An old friend.

-Franz Jäger from Berlin.
-All right, let's get started.

-Bring the tool, Kjell.
-Kjell?

Where the hell are you? Kjell!

-Kjell? Kjell, damn it!
-Grenade shock. He has to get up!

That's right! A suitcase with money and a box with gold.

-How long does a grenade shock last?
-We have seven minutes left.

Put it in the baack! We'll take the boat.

Damn! We have forgotten Kjell.

Give it gas!

Come on, the flight leaves in 37 minutes.

Here we are, Valborg. Valborg?

-She's not here!
-What? Get up, block major!

-Yes, yes, what is it?
-Where is Valborg?

-Isn't she here?
-That was your only task!

I don't understand this. I hope that nothing has happened to her.

He's coming!

-What about Valborg?
-Forget Valborg! Get in!

-That was it!
-Then go to the airport.

We're just about there. The machine starts in 31 minutes.

The engine hisses and rattles.

-What is it now?
-There is something wrong here. Out of gas.

-What are you saying?
-I swear it was full.

-What then?
-Someone has drained the tank.

So nice of us to meet you! Little boy drove, but then I couldn't find the way.

Dad needs to get a proper rest. So good and hardworking you've been.

-Right, Basse?
-Are we millionaires?

Sure - It was like hell.

-Right, Egon?
-13 minutes left.

Stop, stop! We should have taken off here!

-Little boy knows what he's doing.
-Stop!

-To go under the Christmas tree!
-I could imagine sharing like this:

That you keep the money and I settle me with the gold.

-I don't really know.
-Money is easier to take with you.

They just have to be exchanged. It's worse to get rid of the gold.

But it's easier for me, because I deal with so many strange things.

All right, we'll say it, then.

Yes, yes.

Bye, everyone. Thanks for a good business.

Say hi to Little Boy!

-Good day, Mats Femøre.
-Is that you? Have you not traveled?

No, I think I'll stay home.

I think it's kind of a shame that you get lonely.

I went to a very nice home economics school in Switzerland.

-Can you make meatballs?
-Oh.

Okay, over to my car.

You better do as he says.

Good boy. I say thank you.

Goodbye, Karina. You got what you wanted.

You know the rules of the game. Everyone takes care of themselves.

Oh my God! Rico...

-Give him a fiver for the train.
-It will be an expensive acquaintance.

Agreed. But I make some wonderful meatballs.

-Give up. It is the third piece.
-But we have become millionaires!

-That's phenomenal!
-Do we have to pay tax on the money?

-Nobody knows we have them.
-Are we rich then? For real?

-Yes.
-Can I have one?

-Basse, come on!
-One moment. See for yourself.

It's just like Monopoly.

-Where does Egon go?
-It takes time to exchange so much.

-Yes, yes.
-Hey, Basse!

Even if we are millionaires, you can be a little more careful.

Ouch!

-Oh...!
-Thought so. They are fake.

Fake...

Hope Mrs Hansen has remembered to water the flowers. It will be good to come home.

It's like I've always said: "East, West, home is best."