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Dedicated to Jean Paul Sartre on numerous requests

Valborg had to find work. It hasn't been easy.

The VAT is killing us and there's no buying on tick any more.

It's a credit squeeze.

I've found work as a domestic help.

I clean and cook and...

- Potluck! - Don't start, Basse!

Did I hear something about a beer?

Three ice cold beers.

Right, listen up.

- We've got a plan. - A phenomenal plan.

We've timed and checked it all out. I've got it right here.

We've made it all by ourselves.

Right... The bulldozer was my idea.

Go and do your homework and stop interrupting the grown-ups.

- Get lost. - You're mad.

That's enough!

- What is this? - Let me explain.

The new tobacconist is filthy rich. He sells loads of porn magazines.

Some days he's got several hundred kroner in the till.

We'll start the operation tomorrow at 5.43 p.m...

- Spare me. - It's a sure thing.

We were so looking forward to it.

- What now? - Fancy being millionaires?

- Sure... - But we'd like some cash as well.

- You could've just tagged along. - Yes, maybe you would have...

Do you mean to say you're not interested at all?

- Sure we are. - But you're not interested.

You babble about peanuts when I've got the caper of your lives.

"Tobacconist"! Well, who needs you!

Christ, Egon. We didn't mean it like that.

- Sure we'd like to be millionaires. - It just never works out.

- Shut up, Kjell. Egon has a plan. - Of course.

See? What it is, Egon?

Take it easy.

See this?

- Is it a drawing of a septic tank? - A picture puzzle?

Bah! It's the blueprint of an old German command bunker.

- See this X? - What's that?

A treasure! Millions in gold bullion and British and American currency.

- Now, how's that? - Crikey!

- But are you sure? - Dead sure. The map cost two beers.

But millions... Isn't it a bit too risky?

It won't be missed. It belonged to a German general planning to escape.

But he had to leave it behind when the war ended.

It's there for the taking if you know where it is. And we do!

- Brilliant! Right, Kjell? - Yes, but shouldn't we rather...

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

- Yes, but will it work? - A quitter is an arse.

- See? - No risk, no hassle.

It isn't even against the law. Every detail has been planned.

- We leave tomorrow morning. - What?

Where to?

- To Sørlandet. - What about Valborg?

- Sørlandet? - Yes, that's where the bunker is.

Is that really necessary? All the way down to Sørlandet?

Abroad? No, really, Kjell. Pull yourself together.

Sørlandet? I don't care what country it is.

Tell him you're not going anywhere.

Am I going too? Now? I can't. I haven't got a thing to wear.

Come on, Basse.

I'm sorry, but we can't bring all that.

Valborg, is all this necessary?

Should we just leave it all behind?

There's no room. You can buy new stuff instead of all this junk.

"Junk"? Are you just going to stand there and take it, Kjell?

Egon, you've gone too far.

- Enough is enough! - You never made an honest penny.

It's taken us years to pay it off and you want us to just give it up?

Never. You can leave without us. Take it upstairs again.

All right! Benny, let's get hold of another car.

It's summertime, the sun is shining everyone's having a lark

the boys are merry and drinking heavy in the park

hey diddle diddle hey diddle do I'm going to throw a cow pat at you

hey diddle diddle hey diddle do I'm going to throw a cow pat!

- I get a bit sentimental. - What? Right.

I've spent quite a few years there. But now I've seen the last of it.

How far is it to Sørlandet?

First we're going to Moss to catch the ferry to Horten.

We have to buy cigarettes and wine. How much can we bring?

You can't shop on the Bastøy ferry.

- It's a domestic line. - So?

Take it easy. Let's be thrifty now.

- Did we bring any money? - Don't worry.

We're going to get the better of those country hicks. Brilliant!

- I almost feel sorry for them. - Pros like us always get by.

Fill it up, please.

I can't sell less that 5 litres.

I'm devastated to hear that. I always buy your brand.

I value the extra acceleration gained by using Optimal Plus.

I have enjoyed its clean exhaust.

Not to mention the economy of your fantastic Economat additive.

Do you really want me to go to your competitors?

That would sadden me deeply.

- Super or Economy? - Super, please.

2.90, please.

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

- Brilliant! - It was almost too easy.

But we prefer Mobil, you know?

Who is going to pay so we can have some fun

who is going to pay when all the money's gone?

- We're there now! - Where?

Sørlandet! There's the tunnel.

Straight on through and we're there.

- Where are we? - Sørlandet.

Where is Sørlandet anyway? Don't you have map?

Haven't you got an atlas, Basse?

Right, we are here.

Where's Oslo? And where is Sørlandet?

That's not very far.

- Do we have far to go? - A bit further.

We'll need more petrol then. But we'll just fool another Hick.

No problem.

Howdy.

- Fill it up, please. - Super, I suppose?

- Pardon? - Super, I suppose?

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

Howdy.

You can fill this up when you're finished.

- Fill it up to the top. - Will do.

30 kroner for that spare. It's worth at least 50. That shitstick!

- I thought you said he was a Hick. - Enough!

- Is this right? - Yes, go on.

Aren't we there soon?

- We're out in the sticks now. - No, we're going to Køvstad.

- There can't be people living here. - I hope we aren't lost.

- There! - What? Where?

"To the beach". Brilliant!

All we have to do is find the bunker.

24613123.

Brilliant! Dollars and gold galore!

- Is it way down on the beach? - You're a genius, Egon.

Come along.

Don't leave me. It's scary here.

- Scary? - So quiet. And the smell...

- That's fresh air. Basse will stay. - That's not fair!

Women!

- Listen! - What?

It sounds like the train.

The sea!

Don't feel bad, Egon. Bunkers don't last forever.

- It's got to be here. - I want to go home.

Yes, let's go home and hit the tobacconist.

- You've been ripped off. - Nonsense!

I know it's here. It's got to be.

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

- Come on. - Home?

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

- Come and enjoy the sun. - I'd rather sit in the shade.

- What are you doing? - Reading.

I wonder how Dad is doing.

I can't go on. It's torture.

- Let's take a break. - Carry on!

There they are.

Almost there.

- Leave it. - What's wrong, sweetie-pie?

Are you feeling sick?

So, are we millionaires again?

It's a bum deal, Egon. You saw the place.

It was the wrong place. Go on.

These blisters need treatment.

Just cut them. I've got a switchblade.

There, there, now.

What's that racket?

Just like I said. The valves and the cylinder.

So I was right. I said it was the valves and the cylinder.

- What are you going to do about it? - What? Me? I can't...

Aren't you the driver?

It's your responsibility.

The car won't budge, so fix it. I'm waiting.

But how am I supposed to... I need some spare parts.

Stupid old banger! All because of Kjell and all his junk!

I won't stand for it. You're talking about my home.

Everything's ruined now. Valborg has lost her job and here we are.

- It's all your fault as usual, Egon. - My fault?

Yes, you and your plans. They never work.

And you know why? I'm surrounded by nitwits and amateurs.

You have no stamina. Always complaining about this and that.

- Blisters! - Kjell!

Help, I'm sick. Look at me.

We have to call the doctor. Do you think it's the plague?

"The human organism can survive several weeks of starvation."

"But it cannot do without water for more than three days at the most."

- Someone's coming. - Where?

It's a tow truck.

- Valborg, my love... - What?

We're saved.

Oh, and my face is a mess.

Thank God you came by. Our valves are blown.

Exactly.

Pardon me, where can we get something to eat?

Brilliant!

- Nice guy, eh? - Wasn't he a bit strange?

- He was completely wacko. - Don't talk like that.

It's not their fault they're from Sørlandet.

MATS MATSEN'S SCRAP IRON

Go ahead. You've got your work cut out for you.

Howdy. So you've met Pipsqueak.

Pipsqueak? Yes, he was kind enough...

Pipsqueak isn't as crazy as he looks. He couldn't hurt a fly.

Oh no, he couldn't. What else can we do for you?

- We just got in from Oslo. - You don't say?

Yes. We've had a minor accident.

- We'd like it fixed. - The valves and the cylinder.

Look around and see if you can find anything.

If you can't, it won't cost you... much, anyway.

You're very kind.

Look, Basse. We're really in the country now.

NO ENTRANCE

Excuse me.

- Those iron doors down there. - Do you want them?

No, but where did you get them?

- The old German bunkers. - Bunkers?

- Are there still some bunkers left? - Unfortunately.

They're built into the cliffs on the beach.

- Here they are. - Brilliant!

Benny, over here.

Kjell! Kjell!

Yes!

Holy moley! It's here... It's here!

It's here. I've found it!

- You found it. - Forgive us, Egon.

- Sure, you're brilliant! - Let's get the tools.

- Let's get to work. - Let's not be hasty.

- No. - We've got to calm down.

This is the chance of a lifetime. We have to plan it carefully.

- And check it out. - Brilliant.

We know the treasure's in there. And it'll stay there till we get it.

We must show self-restraint so as not to arouse suspicion.

We mustn't give the game away. We've got to mix with the locals.

We have to win their confidence.

We need cash. We'll sell the car to the scrap iron guy.

We need supplies. Just the bare necessities.

And we'll need a place to stay. Just a modest little place.

We'll rent it for a week.

Welcome then.

- Where's the fridge? - There isn't any.

When the Evensens rented a house they had a fridge, TV and fireplace.

We're only staying for a few days.

- Afterwards we're going to Majorca. - I hope we get a fridge there.

Of course. We'll be millionaires then.

You don't even have to cook. Just ask for the menu.

Camarero, me da la carta.

- Don't be rude. - I'm reading aloud.

- What are you reading? - It's good to learn other languages.

Acompañame a la policia.

- What does that mean then? - "Please go with me to the police."

Quiet, Basse!

A little to the left.

A little, you idiot!

Shaving is not the same as cutting off one's head!

Stop!

One, two, three... six, seven, eight, nine, -

- ten, eleven, twelve...

Brilliant, Egon.

Move over, you idiot!

92, 93, 94, 95, -

- 96, 97, 98, 99, 100...

MILITARY GROUNDS DANGER

Observation post Charlie. Lieutenant, sir. Nothing to report.

No? Oh, well... Keep your eyes open. Over and out.

- Anything wrong? - This is a dangerous area.

- Dangerous? - Yes.

But should you stray inside, it's the first road on your left.

Here's the bunker I found. This is the original entrance.

And here's an underground passage leading to the emplacement.

Here's the ammunition depot and the command bunker with the treasure.

But all of this is below the heavily guarded military post.

The only way in is through here.

Let's see, the original entrance is up there.

- That's right. - Yes.

- Where do we dig? - Here?

Steady on. We've got to find the right way.

This goes this way, so that must be it.

You wait here.

Egon!

How about giving me a hand? I've found the entrance!

It's all clear then. We've got to get some diving gear.

- Sure. - But that's expensive.

- Then we'll have to get some cash. - Sure, we have to get some cash.

- Don't you get anything? - Nobody's got any money out here.

- I know someone who's got lots. - Right, the Hick.

There it is. Benny, hold the light.

Talcum powder.

Gloves.

- An old Wiig & Wroldsen. Very camp! - Stethoscope.

Hands off!

- Is it difficult? - Shut up!

It wasn't even locked. Stupid!

Sit down.

- Sit your arse down. - Thanks, but I prefer to stand.

- Have you hurt yourself? - Not at all.

Good.

I've been watching you.

I think that you can be trusted.

- I think you can keep a secret. - Sure.

If you can keep your mouth shut-

- I think I'll tell you about the general's treasure.

Wow, flat as a pancake. You're so clever.

I don't know exactly where it is, but I've given it a lot of thought.

And since I have the honour of being in the presence -

- of specialists and experts from Oslo, -

- I thought you might be interested in a business proposition. Or...

- Sure. - We could split it fifty-fifty.

If you're short of cash, I'm ready to put up some cash.

- Or maybe you don't need any? - Well, yes...

And if you need some equipment, I might have some.

I have the pump and the hoses somewhere.

It'll be fine. It just needs to be patched up.

My, is it a diving suit? I thought it was a beach toy.

- Isn't diving dangerous? - It is, in that old rag.

- You're not diving, Kjell. - Oh, come on!

- I'll do it myself. - Brilliant, Egon.

Is Mats going to get 50% now?

I've got it all figured out. Only we know where the treasure is.

Merci. So long.

- Hi, Karina. - Rico. New hairdo?

- Did everything go smoothly? - It's getting tougher.

- And you're getting older. - Interpol is on the case now.

- They won't suspect a small town. - What a dump.

- Please, I was born here. - Christ!

The hotel is okay. Pretend we're married but don't get any ideas.

Your gear's right here.

Come in.

Thank you.

Come on out, Rico.

Still fast as lightning. And at your age, even.

- Are you sure there is a treasure? - Dad and the general were friends.

- Where is it? - Dad built the bunker.

- And then you had to flee? - We left the country in 1945.

- Why haven't you picked it up? - I saved it for hard times.

- Never thought I'd need it. - But now you do?

I look foolish in hot pants. Competition's fierce on the Riviera.

- And so you thought of me? - I needed a man for the job.

And you're man for it, right? Wanted all over Europe.

- Next stop: The American widows. - My speciality.

But you need cash. I provide all the gear.

You can't do it without me. Only I know where the treasure is.

Get a move on.

Kjell, come on!

- Christ! - It's quiet. It must be out there.

- There's an underground passage. - Well, if you insist.

I do.

- Christ, it's freezing! - We're not in the Mediterranean.

- Maybe you should... - Why do you think I hired you?

I must inform you that you're in danger here.

I can see that. Go home and change.

- Then you can arrest me. - No, I just had to warn you.

- I just had to... - Warn me that I'm in danger.

- Not here, but up there. - And what have you got up there?

- Military secrets. - How exciting.

Well, how about a little peek?

It's an amazing view up there. Let me...

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

- Report. - Nothing to report.

Your uniform is highly irregular. Your cap is on backwards.

Soldiers have to know the difference between forwards and backwards.

- Nice view, eh? - Very.

- Amazing how far you can see. - Yes, amazing.

Why is the area fenced in? Military secrets?

- Well, between you and me... - I hate triangles.

- All right, give me the helmet. - We have to attach the water hose.

The water hose? It's an air hose, you nitwit.

Stop fooling around and hurry up.

There.

- Don't stop pumping for a second. - Trust us, Egon.

- Close it. - Anything else before closing time?

Hang on.

Bye, Egon. Bon voyage.

- Come on up and start pumping. - I'm coming.

No, keep going.

Pump! Pump!

He can't go any further. We're running out of hose.

- What now? - I don't know.

Egon, stop! Don't go any further!

- Hold on, Benny. - I am!

- I knew it would go wrong. - Egon!

Egon, come on home, damn it!

Nitwits! Amateurs! Idiots!

That took me by surprise.

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

The ammunition depot is over there.

The emplacement is there and the command bunker must be there.

Of course.

There it is.

Whoops! No...

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

- Torn away in his prime. - Well, it wasn't my fault!

- Why do the good guys always die? - I can't take any more, Kjell.

How can we go on without him? What'll become of us?

- Hell! - Exactly.

- Egon? - Nitwits. Don't mess up my hat.

Get in the back, will you?

This is great. Drop by the bakery. I promised Kjell a pound cake.

Right, I've found the treasure. All we have to do is go get it.

- Brilliant. Let's go, then. - Yes, yes.

- No, no. - No, of course not.

- No, we've got to think first. - And we have to blow our way in.

- Leave it to me. - You?

- It's as easy as pie. - Oh yeah?

- It's a simple calculation and... - Let's find somebody else.

- Okay, Benny. But no mistakes. - Trust me.

- Our departure must go unnoticed. - Because of Matsen?

- Exactly. He doesn't need to know. - Brilliant!

Hick!

Hello, Mats Tuppence.

Well, if it isn't Karin, the blacksmith's daughter.

What a surprise. So you've returned.

Yes. It's been a long time, Mats.

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

- Have you got visitors? - No, no visitors.

- They were driving in your car. - Oh, them.

Some gentlemen from Oslo I've been helping out.

- What kind of gentlemen? - Experts and specialists.

- They pay me to help them. - Yes, of course.

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

Where did you get that idea?

Pipsqueak, don't!

- Nice car. Found a rich man? - I've met several.

- So you're married? - No. Are you?

- Me? No. - Who makes your meat balls then?

- Pipsqueak. - Does he make a good meat ball?

They could be worse, but they could be better, too.

- Do you get it? - Brilliant, Egon.

Nothing can go wrong. Except for the explosives bit.

- Yes, except that. - Cool it. I'll flatten that wall.

Sure. I'll get tickets for the 5:45 plane.

Benny gets a car. Remember to fill it up!

Kjell gets Valborg ready on time.

- And I mean ready! - I promise.

The operation starts at 12:15 tomorrow. Let's go!

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

Maybe they have a blueprint. We could use that.

- How about getting a move on? - I'm sick. It's freezing cold.

One of them brought his wife. Good-looking lady.

I don't know if I've got the nerve. I almost feel sorry for it.

I've got goose bumps all over.

Married women are your speciality. How about brushing up your talents?

- How do you do. - Are you a Jehova's Witness?

We're not interested. We're churchgoers and registered voters.

You're mistaken, madam.

- You look very stylish. - Oh, I get it.

No thanks! Before you know it, you're stuck with a fridge, -

- a hoover and an encyclopedia! We'll never fit it on the plane.

- The plane? - Yes, we're going on a trip. Bye!

- Hi. You like? - Well...

- Want to go for a ride? - I prefer a Mercedes.

- Get in! - A Browning. Is it real?

You bet, and it's loaded! Get in!

Am I being kidnapped for real?

- How much are you asking for me? - Shut up and sit down.

My folks are dead broke.

There you are. We're 15 minutes late. Where have you been?

- I was kidnapped. - You know I won't have it...

Kidnapped?

- My great-grandfather. - The general?

This is my grandfather, a tactical genius. He saved Oslo Theatre.

And father. Quite the party man. His friends call him Gusher.

- Is he a general, then? - Yes... more or less.

- Is that enough? - I'm sure it's more than enough.

Sure it's enough. Everything is in order.

The dosage is the most important thing. And now the detonator.

There. Let me just attach it.

Now I'll show you how to knock down a concrete wall.

So one can get down in the bunker? That sounds very exciting.

- I'd like to... - Really?

- It's both forbidden and dangerous. - I'd feel safe in your company.

Really? I'm afraid officers aren't allowed to take risks.

All our expensive training would be wasted then.

Are we at war? There goes grandfather!

Brilliant! The boom of the year.

- Is it over? ls there any more? - No, come and check out the hole.

- Benny, would you step over here? - Coming.

- I'll be darned! - So much for your dosage!

- I followed the instructions. - Oh, really?

What an idiot I am. It has to be a hollow charge.

- And perhaps a bit bigger. - We'll use the rest of it.

- Let's just quit. - No. Lookie here.

No, no..!

I suggest we evacuate at once. What?

Yes, but... Yes, Colonel. I am aware of my duty.

We'll fight to the last man. Over and out.

Please, no more!

No, no! I've had it. This is too much.

You incompetent amateur! Nitwit! Bloody imbecile!

You can't even blow a decent hole!

- Christ, Egon... - Shut up!

- I just followed the instructions. - Shut up!

- I just took... - You useless loser!

Let's go home. Valborg is waiting...

Valborg. Valborg this and Valborg that!

I've had to put up with your stupid private life from day one!

Moan, moan, moan! But no more. I've had it with you!

Yes, the poor child was kidnapped! We've had to put up with a lot.

- But when you hurt the kid... - It's not my fault.

Yes, Basses never been kidnapped before.

- Shut up, you insane woman. - Are you going stand for that?

No, that's going too far. Valborg isn't insane.

And where are the millions? Or isn't that your fault either?

Shut up! If it wasn't for that amateur and that wimp...

You always blame the others when you can't hack it!

- Just like my sister-in-law's uncle. - Well, stick up for me!

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

It's him who got us mixed up with robbers, kidnappers and hicks!

I've had it. I won't take it any more. A man has his limits.

Get stuffed! I leave you to your own devices.

You can all just kiss my..!

And then he just leaves. He doesn't give a hoot about us.

You nitwits can't get anything right!

Hi, Matsen. Have you seen Egon?

- Have you lost him? - No, we just can't find him.

He borrowed a hammer and a chisel. I offered him the pneumatic drill.

But he was in a hurry. Anything wrong?

- No, everything's under control. - Where's my car?

- Where's my car? - You'll get it back tomorrow.

Come along, Kjell.

Come here, Pipsqueak.

- Why, there's Egon. - No, don't shoot.

How dare you, you filthy frog!

I'll teach you a lesson!

Move! I said move!

- We'll get the pneumatic drill. - You shouldn't do it all alone.

- We'll help. - Just tell us what to do.

- Just put us to work. - You shouldn't sit there all alone.

- We'll get you a beer. - We have one in the bag.

- If you're not satisfied... - Just tell us.

Can you forgive me?

- Don't mention it. - Yes, you saved my life.

- No big deal. - Yes, it was huge.

You're my only true friends. I've been horrible towards you.

- Stop it. - You're okay.

Not always. I call you nitwits and morons.

But you aren't amateurs, yellow cowards or chicken brains.

You're my friends. You're brave, courageous, noble and bright.

- Egon... - That's too much.

I say a lot of stupid things.

- And I get scared sometimes. - I can be a right idiot.

- Nonsense. - Yes, I can.

- All right. But I mess up, too. - No.

- Yes. - No.

- All right, then. - Friends again?

- We'll go ahead with Egon's plan. - Together, no one can stop us.

We'll repeat the plan tomorrow.

- I get the tickets, you get the car. - Full tank and all.

- And Kjell gets Valborg ready. - All packed and ready to go.

Right, let's go.

- Come on! - All right.

See?

- Get a move on! - Damn, we're out of petrol.

- What? - Take it easy.

I've thought of everything. I'll fetch it.

Well done, Benny. Brilliant.

I'm sure it'll start now.

Call me at the hotel if it's urgent. Fight to the last man.

And that's you, 91. Dismissed!

What now?

Junk! How about some explosives?

- Thank you. Carry on. - No more explosions.

What's that sound?

It must be the shell.

- I saw a humongous shell. - Nonsense. Carry on.

- Holy moley! - This must be the place.

Brilliant, Egon. This old safe is a piece of cake.

- Franz Jäger from Berlin. - Right, let's get to work.

Bring the tools, Kjell.

Where the devil are you, Kjell?

- Kjell! - He's got shell-shock. Get him out.

Yes! A suitcase full of money and a crate of bullion.

- How long will he be in shock? - We've only got seven minutes left.

Screw him! Take the boat.

Darned! We forgot Kjell.

Step on it!

The plane leaves in 37 minutes!

Here we are, Valborg. Valborg?

- She isn't here. - What? Get up, you imbecile!

- What is it now? - Where is Valborg?

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

I don't understand. I hope nothing's happened to her.

He's coming!

- What about Valborg? - To hell with Valborg! Get in.

- That takes care of him. - Off to the airport.

We'll just make it. The plane leaves in 31 minutes.

- What now? - I don't get it. We're out of gas.

- What? - I swear it was full.

- So? - Someone emptied it.

Thank God! Pipsqueak offered to take me, but I forgot the way.

Daddy needs a good rest. You have worked very hard.

- Right, Basse? - Are we millionaires now?

- Yes. - I'll be darned.

- Right, Egon? - 13 minutes left.

Stop! We made the wrong turn.

- Pipsqueak knows what he's doing. - Stop!

- Well, I'll be! - I suggest we split the take.

You can keep the money and I'll settle for the gold.

- I don't know... - Notes are easier to handle.

You just have to exchange them. It's harder to convert gold.

But I'm used to buying and selling odd stuff.

That's a deal then.

Right...

Goodbye. Nice doing business with you.

Give my love to Pipsqueak.

- Hello, Mats Tuppence. - You? I thought you'd left.

No, I think I'll stay here.

I wouldn't want you to be lonely.

I attended a very fine domestic science school in Switzerland.

- Can you make meat balls? - Sure.

Put it in my car.

You'd better do as he says.

Good boy. Bye for now.

Goodbye, Karina. It's your own doing.

You know the rules. It's every man for himself.

Poor Rico.

- Give him a fiver for the train. - You're going to cost me.

True, but I make a great meat ball.

- Really, it's your third piece. - But we're millionaires.

- Brilliant! - Do we have to pay tax?

- Nobody knows we've got them. - So we really are rich?

- Yes. - Can I have one?

- Basse! - Hang on. There you go.

It's just like Monopoly.

- What's keeping Egon? - A large transaction takes time.

- Yes. - Really, Basse!

We may be millionaires, but be careful.

Never mind!

- Oh... - I thought so. It's counterfeit.

Counterfeit?

I hope Mrs Hansen remembered to water the plants. Great to go home.

As I've always said: "There's no place like home."