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Stieg Larsson's The Girl Who Played With Fire

Hello. Welcome...

Come here... That's much better.

Are you going to be good?

Be good to me, and I'll be good to you.

Too late...

Bjurman's Legal Services

- Mr. Bjurman, the lawyer? - Yes...

This concerns a police report from 1993, Lisbeth Salander...

My client would like to have a look at it.

Really? And who is your client?

I keep the files at my country home.

Any copies?

- Is she still abroad? - Most likely.

Bjurman...

I'll be in touch.

Assessment Report

You're supposed to file glowing monthly reports.

- I do... - Every month!

- I don't keep all my records here. - Shut up!

File regular, positive, reports, and I'll leave you alone.

Mess up, and I'll send our little film to every paper in the country.

If I die, the film will be made public.

If you ever touch me again, I'll kill you.

One last thing...

If you have that tattoo removed, I'll carve one into your forehead.

- Have I made myself clear? - Yes.

Is that you, Zala? Nils Bjurman here...

You're interested in the police report on Lisbeth Salander.

I've got it in a safe place.

I'll let you have it, if you take care of Salander first.

She has a DVD that belongs to me.

The report is yours when I get the DVD back.

She's back in Sweden, so it shouldn't be hard to find her.

Are you still seeing her? Lisbeth Salander.

No, I haven't seen her for a year. I don't know why...

One day we're fine, then she stops taking my calls.

We'd better run. Dag Svensson will be coming to the meeting today.

- Dag who? - The guy with that trafficking story.

The Eastern European girls.

- So, who is this guy? - Freelancer, young, ambitious...

- Fit... - Fit?

- How long have you worked on it? - About four years.

My girlfriend got me started, Mia's a a criminologist doing gender studies.

- Her PhD thesis is about trafficking. - So you're a team?

No, Mia focuses on the girls,

while I concentrate on the suppliers and the client base.

- What have you got? - Proof of prominent customers.

One is a member of the Justice Dept who helped draft the sex trade laws.

Three policemen; one from Vice, one from the Secret Police...

Five lawyers, a judge and a DA.

These girls have so little status they're ignored by the legal system.

Crimes against these girls are not a concern.

A whore is a whore... Just part of the system.

- How far have you gotten? - The research is done.

What's left is fact-checking and confronting the johns.

Hang on...

Careless fact checking earned me 3 months in prison.

Anyone we finger

must have a chance to comment.

Don't worry, my documentation is airtight.

I think it sounds great...

Okay...

We don't pay much, but we can offer you a two-month contract.

And a desk right here.

- Does that sound all right? - Sounds great.

We'll be stepping on a few toes, that's for sure...

But that's the whole point of Millennium, right? It's what we do.

- Welcome to Millennium, Dag. - Thanks!

Sandström?

Sandström...

- We've got another job for you. - But, I don't think...

But we do, you see.

Hello, Armansky.

May I come in?

More than a year...

Why are you here? Do you need a job?

Do you work somewhere else?

I've been out traveling, I just got back.

- Where'd you go? - Everywhere. Australia, New Zealand...

Most recently, I spent time in the Caribbean.

Don't know why I didn't say goodbye.

You don't care about other people.

You treat your friends like dirt, it's as simple as that.

Blomkvist's tried to get hold of you.

He calls at least once a month to see if you've been in touch.

He cares, too. And so does Holger Palmgren.

It's been two years since his stroke, and you haven't contacted him.

He's alive?

You don't even know whether he's dead or alive?

You've been... gone...

I've been abroad, I had to get away for a while.

- Were you worried? - No.

You're invincible.

And now...

How's it going...

with your new... guardian? Bjurman...

He's okay... Everything's fine.

What about your... declaration of incompetency?

I'll take care of it, it's not your responsibility any more.

I'm too old... Too old...

- A stupid old man. - Yeah, when you say stuff like that.

I thought you were dead or something.

Or something...

Didn't see much of you before you left.

I was busy.

I'm glad you're back.

Only you would dare show up after 18 months of dead silence

and ask if I want to fuck.

I broke up with her and went to Paris. My parents live there, you know.

And I worked at this club near Clichy. A really cool club.

I had applied to law school here, but I didn't know I'd been accepted until...

- Do you want my apartment? - What?

- Are you going to move? - I already have.

I can't afford...

The rent's been paid for a year in advance. Do you want it?

- There's one condition. - Of course...

This is still my legal residence, so my mail will be sent here.

- I want you to take care of it. - Sure.

- So where do you live? - Somewhere else.

Can I come and visit?

No, not right now.

But if you get the urge, you'll stop by for a fuck?

I'd love to, but it's not part of the deal.

- Are you serious? - Yeah.

Come here...

Hey, I've got something for you.

- Here. Happy birthday. - It's not my birthday.

It's from last year.

If you aren't going to quit that nasty habit,

you might as well do it in style.

You're the only person who ever gives me presents.

- How's it going? - Good... Great...

So-so. I'm trying to get hold of one of those johns, the Secret Police guy:

Gunnar Björck. Only it's like he's vanished into thin air.

It's hopeless...

- So, what have you got? - A post office box address.

- Try the lottery trick. - What?

The lottery trick, you send a letter

saying he's won, say,

a super-deluxe cell phone.

And that he can win a hundred grand if he takes part in a market survey.

- Is that legal? - Giving away a cell phone?

Tell them you're with Indigo Marketing Research. I always do.

Hi there, honey. Sorry I'm late.

- We go to press next week... - Are you the only reporter there?

They all work like dogs, but I'm not as fast as they are.

Micke's started confronting the johns.

They practically shit their pants when he...

Fresh from the printers.

So it's finished?

"From Russia with Love,

Organized Crime,

Trafficking and Society's Response" by Mia Bergman.

- That's me! - My girlfriend. Wow...

This calls for a celebration. Give me a kiss...

It's done.

Hey, turn.

Why does Annika get the compliment?

- I did the cooking. - It's delicious, Annika.

Mikael, why are you still single?

Auntie Angelina, please. He doesn't want to...

Really? But he's such a handsome boy.

- Don't you have a woman? - Yes, I do.

- Then marry her. - I would, but she's already married.

- Hi, can you talk? - I'm at my sister's.

- With a platoon of her in-laws. - Sounds nice.

Listen, about the pictures, all I have is hard copies.

Mia and I are going on a trip, so I was wondering...

- Do I dare send them with a courier? - No, don't do that...

- I'll be leaving soon. - I can give you a ride.

- I'll drop by. - Great. One last thing...

I need information on a gangster called "Zala".

Tell Micke I called him "Anton" in my thesis.

You can't add new material this close to publication.

I have this gut feeling that it's important.

- Let's discuss this later. - Sure...

Two minutes...

- Is something wrong? - It sounded like gunfire...

Dag?

Hello?

- You called the police, right? - Yes...

- Did you see anything at all? - No... I just found them.

Something like ten minutes after...

- Did you see a possible suspect? - No...

Maybe the neighbors saw something.

Do you live here?

No, I was going to...

I came here to see them...

Okay... I'll be back.

Mr. Blomkvist, can we ask you some questions?

Shame on you!

The victims were a journalist and a criminologist.

They were found by another journalist, Millennium's Mikael Blomkvist.

- What's the motive? - We don't know much.

The girl was working on her PhD...

We'll put top priority on this case. Put a team together.

- Hans Faste, Jerker Holmberg... - Sonja Modig.

Okay, Bublanski... Choose your team, but get cracking.

District Attorney Ekström speaking...

You say the victims were executed...

Is anyone on this list capable of that?

We're on the verge of publishing the names

of people who definitely don't want this kind of attention.

And Dag had already confronted some of them.

This is pure speculation.

Shouldn't the police have this list?

We probably should...

No.

We could give them a few johns,

but we can't reveal our sources.

It might endanger the lives of the girls Mia interviewed.

It's a life and death matter.

Once again: Do we, or don't we publish?

Personally, I think Dag would want us to.

I think we should.

Christer?

All right...

A preliminary report just came in about the gun.

Illegal?

No, totally legit.

It belongs to a lawyer... Nils Erik Bjurman.

Purchased back in 1983. The owner lives here in Stockholm.

We managed to identify two prints.

They belong to a woman, born in 1981...

...arrested for assault in 1998, which is when we took her prints.

- Does she have a name? - Yes, Lisbeth... Salander.

This Salander seems pretty disturbed.

She was declared legally incompetent.

And guess who her guardian is?

Bjurman, the lawyer who owns the gun used to kill that couple.

A troublemaker at school, spent time in mental institutions,

suspected of prostitution...

She has a long history of violent behavior.

- Do we have an address? - Lundagatan, here in Stockholm.

- Have you apprehended Salander? - No, we're still waiting for backup.

- Get back to me later, okay? - I will. Bye.

Christ, the whores these days...

They get uglier and uglier. Would you pick her up?

There's got to be an easier way.

We don't need the storm troopers to pick up every last lowlife.

She's tiny, five feet tall and 88 lbs.

- We're in, but no one's here. - Roger.

Hey, Faste...

How come the nameplate on the door says "Salander - Wu"?

I have no idea.

You have reached Nils Erik Bjurman. Please leave a message...

Hello?

Get some from that angle, too.

She's in there.

Thanks. I was dying for some coffee.

- Found anything? - Bjurman. An empty gun case.

Some prints and a binder full of evaluation reports about Salander.

His reports to the Guardianship Agency.

And according to those reports, Salander's an angel.

We turned him over... There's something you should see.

"I am a sadistic pig"...

..."and a rapist"

- What do you think? - It's a fine motive for murder.

Suspect in Triple Murder

Killer On The Loose

Wanted For Murder

Victims found by star reporter Blomkvist

Another man was found murdered today.

A 56-year-old lawyer, well-known for his social work,

was found shot in his Stockholm home.

The police believe the three homicides are connected.

One of the victims, Dag Svensson, worked for Millennium magazine,

whose executive editor is Mikael Blomkvist.

Svensson was about

to publish an article in Millennium about computer security and hacking.

It's a huge loss,

not only for his family, but for the entire profession.

It's a brutal attack on our free society...

Why did you say that?

Because it's true.

Dag was planning to write an article on computer security after this one.

I also want to reach a certain person before the police do.

I know Lisbeth reads everything I write, no matter where she is.

She's extremely interested in computer security matters.

I'm hoping to trigger a response from her.

- You have no doubts? - About what?

No...

- What do you mean, no? - Lisbeth didn't kill anyone.

That's Dag's phone...

I'll get it...

Indigo Marketing Research.

My name's Gunnar Björck...

I'm calling about your interesting offer...

Copying objects to WASP

Irina's Body Found

Dag Svensson's Research Copy

Confrontations - Johns

What was she looking for?

My e-mail correspondence with Dag.

Or his research material.

- Can you trace her? - No. She doesn't work that way.

I guess she's got a reason to stay in hiding.

- You think she's guilty. - I'm not saying anything.

I know she didn't do anything.

Not this time.

Come on, Mom. What are you talking about?

Listen, the fucking cops did this. No, the police.

The place is a mess. I don't know. She's gone, vanished...

Hang on, there's someone at the door.

Hello, Miriam. Tony Scala, reporter.

Your girlfriend is a murder suspect.

Do you know where Lisbeth Salander is right now?

Miriam... You've got to talk to the press, and I can help you.

Go to hell, you bastard.

- A double espresso. - Thanks.

- Why do you think she's innocent? - She had no reason to kill them.

Especially not Mia, who was exposing a trafficking ring.

Lisbeth would approve, she despises men who hate women.

- We have forensic evidence. - Fingerprints?

- She's been tied to the gun. - That doesn't mean she shot them.

- What about Bjurman? - The answer's in Dag's material.

This is a police matter.

- Skip the crazy theories. - I don't have any theories.

I maintain that Lisbeth didn't kill Dag and Mia.

I will find evidence. I will find the killer.

And I will write an article that the

will make the police damn uncomfortable.

- Björck speaking. - Hello, it's me, from Indigo.

- Did you get the directions? - Sure, no problem.

By the way, about the lottery...

You're still in the running.

Have we met? You look familiar, somehow.

You might have seen me in the papers.

- What's your name again? - Mikael Blomkvist, I'm a journalist.

- Millennium magazine. - Millennium?

I had no idea you did marketing research.

Well, occasionally we do.

I'd like you to look at these three pictures, and then tell me

which model you like the best.

The first is Lidia Komorova, she's

And she's from Minsk, Belarus.

Then there's Myang So Chin... She's 25, a little bit older.

But it doesn't show. Her nickname is Jo-Jo, and she's from Thailand.

Then there's Silvia, whose real name is Yelena Barasova.

She's 19, and she comes from Tallinn.

You bought sex from all three of these women.

So I was wondering, which one did you like the best?

- Is this some kind ofjoke? - No. Our reporter, Dag Svensson...

...found proof that you exploited

these women for sexual purposes. Did he get in touch with you?

Dag Svensson.

I've never heard of him.

- I want you to leave. - That could be true.

He probably didn't have time to confront you before he was shot.

Do you know Bjurman? He's dead, too.

What do you want?

We're giving the johns

a chance to respond before we publish our special trafficking issue.

Do you realize that my life will be destroyed if you publish this?

Yes.

Irina. Russian-born. Per Åke Sandström

Frequent visits to Irina check ANTON = ZALA

Per-Åke Sandström journalist

Get up.

Move it...

I'm going to ask you some questions. Answer them, and I'll let you live.

If you refuse, I'll zap you with 100 thousand volts.

If you lie, or evade the question, I'll zap you, too.

You'll end up strangling yourself.

And I'll just leave. Is that clear?

I don't want to die...

My bad... I forgot to tell you that you can't speak unless I say so.

Is this your daughter?

- Yes, she'll be here any second... - You broke the rules, again.

- Do you want to die? - No...

In January you went to see Irina for the first time. Why?

I don't know...

- I wanted her, she was so beautiful. - Beautiful?

And that gave you the right to tie her up and fuck her?

You're a sadistic pig and a rapist...

Aren't you?

Who is "Zala"?

- I don't know. - Don't blow your chance.

I don't know. The journalist you shot asked me the same thing.

If I knew, I swear I'd tell you.

This man called me once and introduced himself as Zala.

He told me to bring in a carload of amphetamines from Tallinn.

I didn't want to. Later, they came here and said

that it was too late to back out.

They forced me to go to...

- To? - Some kind of warehouse.

I saw this guy on the floor, beaten to a pulp.

- And he was there. - Zala?

No, this blond bastard... All muscle.

I'd seen him once before that. Fucking scary...

- What's his name? - I don't know.

- What happened next? - They said the guy was a snitch.

The blond guy set him down on a chair, in front of me.

And he put his hands around the guy's neck...

I heard his neck snap.

He died, right in front of me.

- Really... - Then he grabbed me by the neck.

Magge held a phone to my ear. And Zala had a message for me.

So what did he say... this Zala?

To do as I was told.

Like I had a fucking choice.

Hello?

We'd better go back, I have a lunch meeting.

- Have you been in touch with her? - Who?

Who could I possibly mean?

An old friend called this morning...

...who doesn't believe Lisbeth Salander did it, either.

- What the hell... - Erika.

It's better that the two of you meet and talk.

Jab, Paolo. Go on. Jab.

Move your feet. Footwork. Move.

- How do you know Lisbeth? - Through boxing, since she was 17.

- Like in the same weight class? - She really is a boxer. And feisty.

She's in trouble, isn't she?

She's in deep shit. I need your help, Paolo.

I need to find a friend of hers, Miriam Wu. Know her?

- I know her. She kick-boxes. - She won't talk to journalists.

I figured that if you, being a famous boxer, contacted her...

We could possibly find Lisbeth?

Shit... Come on!

Micke... You asked me to check up on Björck, remember?

Bjurman's name came up.

Bjurman worked for the National Police Board, the Security Dept.

- When? - From 1976 to 1978.

The same time as Björck.

Holy shit...

- Where is she? - Who?

Lisbeth Salander.

- I don't know! - Wrong answer.

One last chance before I turn this on.

Run, Miriam, run!

- Hello? - It's Paolo.

I'm at Söder hospital with Miriam Wu.

You'd better get over here.

I didn't kill Dag and Mia. Find Zala if you want to help me.

I'm used to getting beat on, but this guy was something else...

- What did he look like? - Like a blond tank.

- I'm not kidding you. - And you've never seen him before?

He moved like a boxer, held his fists up right...

- But he was kind of vacant. - Like hopped up on drugs?

It was like he'd taken boxing lessons, but hadn't really paid attention.

There's another weird thing about this...

I landed about a hundred hard punches

right to his face, but nothing... It was like he didn't feel them.

- Ward 1 B, please. - It's just down the hall.

Jan Bublanski...

- How are you feeling? - Fabulous.

I'll find us a room where we can talk in private.

- How's Miriam Wu? - The doctor's still with her.

She looks as bad as me. But they were after Lisbeth Salander, not her.

We've been able to identify 29 of the johns and pimps on Dag's list.

In theory, any one of them could have murdered Dag.

Eight of the names, or pseudonyms, have not been identified.

- What do we do about them? - Malin's trying to run them down.

Some of the pseudonyms are in Mia's thesis as well.

We'll try to track them down

using references from the material.

I'll start by seeing the johns

Dag was going to expose.

- They had the most to lose. - Good. Let's take a look...

Sten Fahlström's done... Karl Petersson's done...

- What about Per-Åke Sandström? - Dag had confronted him.

And that Secret Police guy, Björck?

There's a tie between him and Bjurman. And possibly that Zala person.

I'm not through with Björck yet.

- Björck. - Blomkvist.

You didn't get back to me.

What do you want?

You worked with Bjurman in the 70s.

I don't have to tell you who I've worked with.

Tomorrow's my press conference about the murders of Dag and Mia.

I plan to discuss our sex trade article.

You're the only john I'm fingering,

so I'm giving you a chance to comment.

Why should I talk to someone who wants to ruin my life?

Since you knew Bjurman, maybe you know Zala, too.

Hello?

So you do know...

If I know anything about Zala, what would it be worth to you?

His name is Alexander Zalachenko, but he's known as Zala.

This is classified information.

My name must be kept out of it. I've agreed to that already.

Zalachenko was born in 1940, in the Soviet Union.

Both of his parents died in WWII.

I expect you know what the GRU was?

Yes, military intelligence.

He had quite a career there.

Fluent in six languages, an expert in camouflage... and survival.

In time he became more and more corrupt. The GRU...

...ordered a military attaché at their Madrid embassy...

...to talk some sense into him.

The conversation got out of hand...

Get to the point.

Zalachenko killed the attaché.

Realizing he'd burned his bridges, he fled to Sweden,

and applied for political asylum.

So what does our government do when a top Soviet spy defects like that?

No GRU senior officer had ever defected to Sweden before.

So he was allowed to stay. And he worked for you.

He was a gold mine. He received a Swedish identity,

a passport, some money, and he took care of himself.

We used his information to get favors.

Where does Bjurman fit in?

Well, we were young back then. 25, 30...

Completely unqualified to take care of a man like Zalachenko.

He showed up on election day,

in Police Headquarters was practically empty...

Nearly everyone was out on special duty.

I was on call, and I thought he was an ordinary refugee.

So I brought Bjurman along to manage the paperwork.

- Bjurman got involved by accident. - By accident?

Morning Glory...

That's what it's called.

- Where is Zalachenko? - I was only his contact until 1985.

After that, I was assigned to other duties.

- What's his Swedish name? - I won't reveal that.

I've told you who Zala is and that's all you get.

He's committed three murders, the police are on the wrong track.

Why are you so sure Salander didn't do it?

- I believe Zalachenko did it. - You're wrong.

Zala is 69, and severely handicapped.

The guy needs a cane, so he can't exactly run around shooting people.

He'd need to call a mobility service to get to his victims.

I hope I won't be seeing my name in the papers.

All right, how much?

Half. 200 grand. In cash.

- I'll have to go get the money. - When?

- We can do it right now. - I'll do it.

By the way, how did it go?

- What do you mean? - The summer house.

Bjurman's place. You were going to torch it.

We were just about... We haven't gotten around to it yet.

You haven't?

We'll do it now. And get your money.

We'll be back with the money in a little while, okay?

I'll wait right here.

Shit, if it isn't that Salander bitch...

We've been looking all over for you.

Not even that dyke knew where you were.

At least that's what she said.

- Isn't that so, Magge? - Well, I'll be damned.

She looks like she could use a good honest fuck...

Out of the way, you ugly freak.

What the hell?

Christ...

Get the bitch!

What's wrong?

There's something you don't know...

Love, nostalgia...

A man in his mid 30s was shot today on the outskirts of Strängnäs.

He sustained injuries in the legs, but is not in critical condition.

The police decline to go into details

but say there is a connection

to the three murders that took place a week ago.

This is a special traffic bulletin.

Emergency vehicles are on their way from Södertälje to Svavelsjö.

Please use caution...

He's willing to see you.

But if he doesn't like you, he'll throw you out.

No interviews and nothing in the media, is that clear?

Who are you? Claiming to be Lisbeth's friend?

I'm Mikael Blomkvist. I know other reporters have been pestering you,

but I'm not here for an article. I'm here for Lisbeth's sake.

I don't think Lisbeth Salander's involved in these killings.

I think a man named Zalachenko is behind it all.

Sit down.

Zalachenko...

Alexander Zalachenko.

Do you know who he is?

He's Lisbeth's father.

Lisbeth's mother's name was Agneta Sjölander.

She was only 17

when she met Zalachenko. When Lisbeth was born...

...Agneta changed her name from Sjölander to Salander.

Zala - Salander...

Zalachenko wasn't around much.

But every now and then he'd show up at the apartment on Lundagatan.

He'd get drunk. He'd beat Agneta.

Sexually assault her and leave.

It happened dozens of times...

Social Services should have done something, but nothing happened.

Not until 1993.

What happened then?

Lisbeth... was 12 years old.

Zalachenko laughed when Lisbeth found her mother

unconscious on the kitchen floor.

He went to his car, but Lisbeth ran after him...

She dumped a carton

full of gasoline over him...

The man burned like a torch.

Oh my God...

This time there were consequences.

Lisbeth was sent to a psychiatric institution for juveniles.

Her mother spent the last years of her life in the hospital.

She was never herself after that.

She was allegedly mentally disturbed...

Peter Teleborian.

He was the one who committed her.

But her father, Alexander Zalachenko, was never charged with anything.

Jesus...

Hi.

Does the name Zalachenko mean anything to you?

No. I'm late for a press conference.

He's Lisbeth Salander's father.

She threw a fire bomb at him in 1993,

and it was investigated by the police.

But not the regular police, the Secret Police.

Because Zalachenko worked for them.

They didn't want it made public. He doesn't officially exist, you see.

Where did you get this information?

I want you to find the files. They've got to be in there somewhere.

I believe the files will lead us to Zalachenko.

And I'm convinced he was involved in Dag and Mia's deaths.

Possibly even Bjurman's death.

But it couldn't be Lisbeth Salander, right?

Even though her prints are on the gun.

- I know it seems strange. - Real fucking strange.

What's between you?

- Why doesn't she come forward? - Because Lisbeth is...

She's a very private person.

I don't like these allegations against the police.

We have enough problems.

We don't need the help of some amateur private eye.

Thank you...

Paolo Roberto Braved Blaze To Save Miriam

Do you still regard Lisbeth as posing a public threat?

She shot a man. She's armed.

So obviously, we'd like to apprehend her.

Do you know who kidnapped Miriam Wu?

I'll turn that question over to Jan Bublanski.

In connection with today's shooting, we identified a man

who may have driven the van

during the attempted kidnapping.

- The man who was shot? - I decline to comment on that.

However, we have no leads on the person who assaulted Wu and Roberto.

- Do you have a description? - A forensic sketch has been made.

Based on witness accounts.

A tall man with a muscular build.

Mid to late 30s. A body-builder.

Short, pale blond hair.

The media will have access

to this image after this conference...

The police have not yet apprehended

the armed woman in her late 20s,

who was observed after the shooting

on the outskirts of Strängnäs, leaving the scene on a motorcycle.

Certain information may indicate an underworld dispute...

They haven't understood a damn thing.

Bublanski won't listen, they're chasing the wrong lead.

If the police arrest Lisbeth, all hell could break loose.

- Where are you going? - Home.

- Want me to come along? - No, I'm not good company.

You don't have to be good company...

Peter Teleborian, you are highly critical and say it's a scandal

that she didn't receive the treatment she needed.

I prefer not to discuss individual patients,

but I do believe that certain complex cases

require a certain type of care.

And it's unfortunate that three lives were lost

as a result of cutbacks in the psychiatric care sector.

So this woman should have remained incarcerated?

Certain patients

are better off in institutions, than on their own in society, yes.

Lisbeth, I know who Zalachenko is. Palmgren told me.

I know what Teleborian did and why you were locked up at that clinic.

I know who killed Dag and Mia, but not where Bjurman fits in.

Please contact me. We can solve this.

Dept Of Motor Vehicles

Owner of vehicle

Thank you for being my friend

It's me...

Is this the guy?

He was awful... A fucking monster.

Christ... I'm so sorry.

They were looking for you. You do realize that, don't you?

What have you done?

Paolo said Blomkvist contacted him, trying to get hold of you.

- What's going on between you? - I've got to go.

- Where are you going? - I have some unfinished business.

Damn it, Lisbeth.

Someone was in here.

Short, with fair hair...

I'll be back with something to help you sleep.

I should have done it a long time ago.

Inside. Go on!

- Show me your rental records. - They're on the computer.

Turn it on.

Come on... Nice and easy.

Open that locker.

Give me your phone.

Get in. Do it, so I won't have to hurt you.

License plate number

- Where are your rental contracts? - A red binder, above my desk.

I need to rent a car. Here's ten grand.

And you'll get the car back.

Thank you for being my friend

- Hello? - Hi, it's Miriam.

Miriam Wu... Could you come to the hospital?

- She was here? When? - A few hours ago.

Did she say where she was going?

- No, she wouldn't. - If she finds that monster...

She won't be able to take him. He'll kill her.

- Here. She forgot these. - Forgot?

Well, they fell out of her backpack.

I have no idea where she lives.

Do you?

- What is it? - This looks like a PO box key.

- Will this do? - Yes. Thanks.

Exclusive apartment

Hello?

Lisbeth?

This is Radio Göteborg with a traffic update.

Route 190

is now open again after the accident earlier today...

This was taken 17 years ago.

This guy, Ronald Niederman,

was 18 at the time, so he'd be 35 now.

- Where'd you get this? - Dynamic, in Hamburg.

I told Micke that the guy was a lousy boxer,

but that he circled like one. So he must have had training.

I e-mailed a bunch of European boxing clubs.

Told them what had happened and described the guy.

Turns out, he has a rare disorder, "congenital analgesia".

- What's that? - It's a genetic disorder.

Nerve impulses aren't transmitted properly, you don't experience pain.

Hi, it's Malin. Roberto's identified our blond giant.

- Where are you? - It's complicated...

You sound distracted...

Paolo found his name, it's Niederman.

- Great. Do you have an address? - No...

All we have is a 17-year-old German photo.

Hello? Micke?

See if you can find any record of him and call me.

If you're good to me...

I'll be good to you.

Will you be good?

It's too late...

Hi, it's me again. I think I've got something.

Ronald Niederman is not registered as living in Sweden, but in 1998,

a company called KAB Import was registered.

The chairman of the board

is Karl Axel Bodin, and one of the board members

is listed as R. Niederman.

Any address?

Bodin lives in western Sweden,

and his address is PO Box 612, Gosseberga.

Nice... Really nice!

- Erika? - Hello, stranger...

- What's up? - Come on...

Mikael...

We can't withhold information from the police,

not in a murder case.

We won't.

I want you to do something for me.

Here are Björck's files from the 1993 investigation.

It includes correspondence between Björck and Teleborian about Lisbeth.

Make copies and send the originals to Bublanski.

I'm going to Göteborg, to find her before the police do.

I'm going to be there for her all the way.

I owe her that.

Christ, please be careful...

Oh, Micke...

Hello, Daddy...

Bublanski and Modig are here.

They have read the files.

And they want Gunnar Björck's address...

- Should we give it to them? - They can find it themselves.

How hard can it be, for God's sake? They're fucking cops.

Let me speak to him.

Come down to the station and make a formal statement.

It's not convenient. I'm not in Stockholm.

I'm just an ignorant amateur private eye, remember?

Don't be a child. I don't think Salander's guilty, either.

Put Erika back on.

Give them Björck's address.

And I'm switching off my phone, so they can't track me. Bye.

You managed to set off every single alarm.

You've got motion detectors?

You look like shit.

But you've got my eyes.

Does it hurt?

I've thought about you over the years.

Like every time I see myself in the mirror.

You should have left my mother alone.

Your mother...

- Your mother was a whore. - No, she wasn't.

She worked at a grocery store and tried hard to make ends meet.

Believe whatever you like about your mother.

But she was a whore.

I hated you...

But I've forgiven you.

Bullshit. Bjurman hired you to kill me.

That's completely different... that's business.

You had a little movie he wanted...

And I have a modest business operation.

Did he really rape you?

Christ, the guy must have had shitty taste...

Sit down!

Or I'll shoot you like a dog.

Where did you find that freak?

Do you mean you haven't figured it out?

They say you're a skilled researcher.

But I guess that's not true.

He's your brother.

- What? - Actually, he's your half-brother.

The result of a fling long ago, in Germany.

Did Niederman kill Bjurman, too? Why?

Bjurman was a fool, and he had documents that belonged to me.

He was one of the few people who knew about my past.

I couldn't trust him to keep his mouth shut.

Particularly when those journalists were poking around.

It was too much...

You've been too sloppy. The police will find you.

Oh dear, I'm so scared...

I didn't shoot anybody.

I'm just a poor old cripple, right?

Ready?

Maybe I should say something...

But I don't think I have anything to say to you.

- That goes for me, too. - Let's get this over with.

I've nailed you, that's enough.

The cops will be here tonight.

Bullshit.

I expected some bluffing...

But you came here to kill me, and that's that.

- You haven't talked to anyone. - Can I show you something?

Everything you've said for the past hour has been broadcast online.

Let me see.

No...

Not possible with this.

You idiot!

What are you waiting for?

Come here...

It's me...

I'm here.

Lisbeth...

Thank you.