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Alexander Zalachenko
is Lisbeth Salander's father.

She threw a fire bomb at him in 1993,
and the police investigated the matter.

It was the Security Police.

Shit, if it isn't that Salander bitch.

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

A forensic sketch has been made.
Based on witness accounts.

- Here. She dropped these.
- Lisbeth?

Do you think Bjurman
got the job just by chance?

No.

- I should have done it a long time ago.
- Here are Bjorck's files from 1993.

- Package for you.
- Make some copies.

I don't like this.

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

I owe her that.

Hello, Dad.
Where did you find that freak?

Do you mean you haven't figured it out?

- He's your brother.
- What?

I've thought about you over the years.

Like every time
I see myself in the mirror.

I hate you.

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

THE GIRL WHO KICKED THE HORNETS' NEST

PART 5

8120, do you copy?

8120, do you read me?

This is the news.

A police officer was killed and another
seriously injured early this morning.

The attacker then left the scene
in the police car.

The police have no description
of the attacker

but are treating the incident
as related to the events in Gosseberga

where the wanted Lisbeth Salander
was arrested after a shooting.

She's been taken to hospital,
where her condition is critical.

The police will hold
a press conference later.

We've removed a bullet from her head.
It's a serious injury.

She's also got bullet wounds
in her hip and shoulder.

OK.

- Will she be OK?
- She's stable at present.

If there are no complications,
she should be fine.

- Can I visit her?
- Not now.

I'm a close friend.

You can wait if you like,
but I can't promise anything.

Of course, coming.

- You think Lisbeth Salander's innocent?
- I don't know.

Read for yourself.

She's been subjected
to several juridical violations.

It's all in here.

It's a police investigation from 1993.

This is a classified document.
Where did you get it?

- From Mikael Blomkvist at Millennium.
- Where did he get it?

You'll have to ask him.

Hello.

Can you open your eyes?

My name is Anders Jonasson.
I'm your doctor.

This is the Sahlgrenska
University Hospital in Gothenburg.

Let's see if you can count to ten.

One, two, three, four.

That's good.

Thanks. Bye.

- Have we got any names?
- Yes. Holm and Jonasson.

Oh, Jesus!

You can go in and see her.

- Three minutes.
- OK.

You've got to pull through, Lisbeth.

I'd like to report a crime.

My daughter tried to kill me.

We'll come back to that.

First, we'd like to ask you
about Ronald Niederman.

We believe he's killed
one police officer and injured another.

Oh dear, oh dear.

I don't know what he's up to.

But I do know that...

...my daughter
tried to kill me last night.

There's a warrant out for Niederman's
arrest. Do you know where he is?

Between you and me,

I am starting to get
a little bit afraid of him.

I'm just an old...

injured person.

An invalid.

We know who you are.

We've read your Security Police file.

And we'd also like information
on three murders in Stockholm.

Of reporter Dag Svensson,
his partner Mia Bergman

and attorney Nils Bjurman.

I know nothing about them.

Nothing.

Shit! Next time we talk to him,
we'll need much more to go on.

Yes, quite.

I'm off to Gosseberga now.

Some colleagues have promised
to pick me up.

- See you later.
- Yes. Bye.

Hi.

Hi.

Have you been in to see Salander?
Wasn't she under sedation?

And she still is.

Did you speak to Zalachenko?
So what did he say?

- So what now?
- I'll talk to the doctors.

Then I'll book a train
to Stockholm this afternoon.

You can ride up with me. I'm driving.

If you want.

- Dr Jonasson will be right with you.
- Thanks.

I'm going to write and publish
Lisbeth's story in our next issue.

I plan to tell it all.

How the Security Police conspired
with psychiatrists to get her committed.

- It'll kick up a hell of a stink.
- I'm convinced of it.

Until then, you'll have to have
that Niederman arrested.

The evidence is rather thin.

And he's not the type
to confess either.

No.

I need someone
on the inside I can trust.

I need to be kept in the loop
about Lisbeth's prosecution.

Sounds like a sure-fire way
to get fired.

Put him in room seven, bandage him up
and I'll pop in to see him later.

Good. Give me 15 minutes.

I was wondering when you'd show up.

We've been discussing how to help you.

In order to set up a strategy,

we need to hear your version as well.

What would this strategy consist of?

We'll work out the details together.

But it will be difficult to avoid
a brief prison sentence.

Oh, dear. Is that so?

We'll provide an attorney
and everything you need.

But you need to cooperate with us,
give us certain assurances.

And Niederman?

Niederman will be the scapegoat?
He shot Lisbeth.

There are charges against you
that are difficult to overlook.

That's your problem.
That's your problem.

And if you don't take care of it,

I will contact the media.

I've got names, dates,
events, everything.

I can blow you out of the water.

I'm a survivor,
as you should know by now.

- Zalachenko, you don't understand.
- No, you don't!

This conversation is over.

It's 11 o'clock and here is the news.

After this morning's police killing
near Gosseberga,

the police have stepped up
their search for the killer.

The police have identified the suspect
as 35-year-old Ronald Niederman.

He has short hair
and is six foot eight tall.

Shut it!

He is armed
and considered extremely dangerous...

No! No!

Hello, Lisbeth.

How are you doing?

Do you remember me?
I'm Dr Anders Jonasson.

It's only natural that you're tired.

You've had a gunshot wound to the head.

We were able to remove the bullet.

As far as we can tell,
no vital functions were affected.

You were shot in the right shoulder
and the left hip as well,

but you should heal up nicely.

Brain damage?

Brain damage may take time to
manifest itself, but I wouldn't worry.

The police have been here,

but due to your condition,
I've sent them away.

I'm sure they'll be back,
but for now I won't let them in.

Is Zalachenko alive?

Do you mean Karl-Axel Bodin?

Yes, he's just down the corridor.
He's taken quite a beating.

But he's all patched up
and his condition is stable.

Shit.

My article will span
some 40 or 50 pages.

I'd like to include portions
of Bjérck's report in the fax.

More impact that way.

- What about pictures?
- We don't have much yet.

We can dig up photos of Bjérck,
Teleborian, hopefully Zalachenko.

- Shots of St Stefan's would be good.
- And some of Lisbeth.

- Sounds like at least 75 pages.
- It might be more. It's good.

Can we get some more names?
Bjorck was just an underling...

No. Let's focus on what we've got.

And just hope this issue
will flush out some more bad guys.

That one thing
leads to another, et cetera.

Let's get to work.

Hey.

How are you? You look dead beat.

I'm totally drained.

Do you want to talk about it?

Not now. I need to get some sleep.

Well, then, I think you should do that.
Go home and get some sleep.

Her name is Lisbeth Salander.

Known to Sweden through police
press conferences and tabloid headlines.

She's 27 years old
and four foot eleven tall.

She's been called a psychopath,
murderer and lesbian Satanist.

This issue of Millennium
describes how several authorities

conspired against Lisbeth Salander
to protect a pathological Killer,

Alexander Zalachenko,

a former Soviet agent.

His many crimes in Sweden
include gunrunning,

drugs, trafficking and assault.

Alexander Zalachenko
is Lisbeth Salander's father.

Mr Bodin?

Come on, let's take you back.
This isn't your room.

This way.

SALANDER STRIKES AGAIN

NATIONWIDE MANHUNT FOR KILLER

Here you are. Keep the change.

Good evening.
I'm here to see Fredrik Clinton.

- Who shall I say is calling?
- We worked together.

My father's resting, but come on in.

Zalachenko will do what benefits
himself the most, no matter what.

That's my opinion too.

If he talks, he has to have proof.

And the proof is in the archives,
and only there.

- So he won't be getting hold of it.
- No, he won't.

We can't risk him opening his mouth.

It's imperative
that he doesn't say a word.

We agree, as usual.

But you see what state I'm in.

Fredrik, we need you one last time.

I can't do it.

I spend five hours

every other day in dialysis.

I'm going to die soon.

I won't get a new kidney in time.

That's just the way it is, my friend.

- Thank you, dear.
- Fresh from the oven.

I didn't know you had a daughter.

No.

We don't know much
about each other's lives.

Even though we've worked together...

...for more than 35 years.

What about Lisbeth Salander?

Now that charges have been brought
against her, what should we do?

The prosecutor wants Lisbeth remanded
for the attempted murder of Zalachenko.

But the trial will be about other things
equally as important.

Like what?

What happened in Gosseberga
has a long history.

Of violence and the abuse
of Lisbeth and her mother.

That's what you should base your defence
on. And here's the evidence.

- This is highly classified.
- Don't worry about that.

You got it from a journalist
who won't reveal his sources.

DEAR PRIME MINISTER.
WARN YOU OF DANGER...

MURDER...

NOTE WELL

THE KING OF SWEDEN

THE ARCHBISHOP OF SWEDEN

THE PRIME MINISTER

The train now arriving at platform six
is the Stockholm-Gothenburg express.

I don't need a lawyer.

You're charged with
the attempted murder of your father.

Micke thinks that they'll try
to have you committed again,

So you do need a lawyer.

But you can choose someone else.

Unless you'd rather
that the court appointed counsel.

Am I supposed to interpret your silence
as a sign to leave?

It's your call.

You don't happen
to have a cigarette, do you?

- May I have a nicotine patch?
- Sure, I'll be right back.

Hello. We need that crash cart
over in room three.

Micke gave me this copy.

I think you know what it is.

We're going to have to talk, you and I.

And I want you to be totally frank.

Micke's told me a lot,

but he says there are things
you had better tell me yourself.

I expect that makes sense to you.

Something about computers and a film.

After all we've done for you
all these years,

you threaten us.

It's offensive.

I'm a survivor.

I do what I have to do to survive.

No, you're rotten,
evil through and through.

You have no sense of honour, no morals.

I came here to give you our answer.

We will not bail you out this time.

You don't have a choice.

Life has taught me
that there's always a choice.

Fools!

Idiots! I will destroy you!

You aren't going to do anything.

No! Stay put. Sorry.

I'll go and have a look.

Everybody clear out!

He's got a gun.

Hurry up!

Hang on.
Lean on me!

Hold on tight!

I've put an extra watch
on all airports and ports.

It'd be wise to keep it up.

What's the likelihood
that Niederman's fled the country?

It's hard to tell.
I think he's still in Sweden.

But there's a warrant out for him
across Europe. He won't get far.

- No girlfriend?
- He lives like a hermit.

Zalachenko is the only person
we know he's had contact with.

And we can't get
a word of truth out of him.

No, but question
Zalachenko again anyway.

You've read the report, right?

Gunnar Bjorck's.

I've skimmed through it.

Zalachenko might think
he's got protection from his usual lot.

Hence his silence.

Yes, that might be the case.

But we're going to have to keep it
out of this.

We have no choice.

The prosecutor
has sequestered the report.

What the hell are you saying?

The prosecutor says the report
is inadmissible since it's classified.

Zalachenko's been shot.

He's dead. Someone went
to the hospital and shot him.

You'd think
the police would be on guard.

Things like this just don't happen,
not around here.

I mean, walking in here and gunning
down one of the patients like that.

He kept trying to get in, but we blocked
the door. It was so unreal.

An old man like that! With a gun.

I heard him shoot himself.

- Did he really try to get Lisbeth?
- Yes! It was terrifying!

- I've never been so scared in my life!
- Want me to come down there?

No, I'm staying with a friend tonight.

Vera Akerlund,
an old friend from school.

- The police press briefing...
- I've got to go, Annika.

- Take care.
- Yes.

- We'll talk later.
- Yes.

- Bye.
- Bye.

Oh, Fredrik!

What brings you...?
Come on in.

We're trying to get hold
of that information.

- When? Then find out.
- What the hell...?

- Have you heard?
- Zalachenko's been shot.

- Apparently, it was Gullberg.
- I'll call you back.

It's a madhouse. We haven't
been able to confirm anything.

I can confirm it.

Evert shot him. According to plan.

Would you like some coffee?

No, thank you. Not now.

What the hell are you talking about?

What plan?

Gullberg only had a few months
left to live.

Liver cancer.

He elected to undertake
one last mission for us.

He went out in a blaze of glory.

So you knew
that he was going to kill Zalachenko?

Of course.

His mission
was to silence Zalachenko,

and Salander as well,
that was the plan.

Are you as screwy as Gullberg or what?

Choose your words carefully, Hallberg.

It was the right decision.

- We did what was necessary.
- Necessary? Decision?

You and Gullberg didn't have the right
to make those decisions!

No matter what happens, Zalachenko's
death will not be connected to us.

Nor Evert Gullberg, either.

Our duty is to make the decisions

no one else has the guts to make.

Politicians in particular.

It's as simple as that.

There's more.

I am returning to active duty.

I will be in charge of operations

until this crisis is over.

The man who fired those fatal shots

and later took his own life
has been identified.

He was a 78-year-old senior citizen.

A former accountant and tax lawyer.

- What about a name?
- That is still classified information.

What was his motive?
What ties did he have with Salander?

No ties whatsoever exist.

This appears to be
the work of a lone perpetrator

acting on his own paranoid delusions.

He has sent letters to politicians
and media representatives

raving about
how Karl-Axel Bodin deserved to die.

Why?

The Security Police
are analysing the situation,

but all signs point to insanity.

What does this mean
for the Salander case?

Nothing at the moment.

Bodin had given his testimony

and we've forensic evidence
against Salander.

This man had apparently tried
to get into Salander's room,

but you claim there's no link.

That doesn't make sense.

So why would he try
to get into her room?

I can't comment on that.

But we have stepped up
the police presence at the hospital.

In another letter, he says that Bodin
was behind Olof Palme's assassination

and had plans to poison everyone
with chlorine. Sick, and tragic.

But how did he get in contact
with Zalachenko?

We don't know.

He shoots Zalachenko, goes to Lisbeth's
room and you call it a coincidence?

I don't know!

What if he knew
that Karl-Axel Bodin was Zalachenko

and Lisbeth his daughter?

Only a handful of people in all of
Sweden knew Zalachenko's identity.

- I don't think Gullberg was one.
- But what if?

It's about something else, isn't it?

- Isn't it?
- OK, possibly!

But at the moment it looks like
a confused old man who lost control.

Another thing. The prosecutor
has sequestered the Bjérck report.

- What?
- On the grounds that it was classified.

There must be a connection.

I'll talk to you later. Bye.

Hey! Give me my bag!

Give it back!

Shit!

This guy drove by on a moped
and snatched my bag!

- What? Are you all right?
- Christ.

- Are you OK?
- Yeah. But the report was in my bag.

That's all right.
I've got another copy at home.

I'll get back to you, Annika.

- Annika.
- Hi, it's me.

They've been here and stolen
my copy too. I came back to check.

- It's a disaster!
- That's an understatement.

The weightiest evidence, the next issue,
it's all falling to bits.

- Oh, my God.
- No...

- Fuck, fuck, fuck!
- So what are you going to do?

I don't know.

- What can you do?
- I don't know.

I've got nothing on Teleborian,
nothing on Bjorck. It's a disaster!

- Sonny. When were you sprung?
- This morning.

- Magge, too?
- No, not anytime soon.

- Good to see you. Have you heard?
- What?

We had a police raid
on the same day you got arrested.

They didn't find a thing.

And that blond giant was here.
He came looking for a hideout.

That friend of yours and Magge's.

He's no friend of mine.
The cops are after him.

That's why he needed a hideout.
So I sent him to Victor's place.

Christ.
Sonny! Sonny!

Fucking hell.

Jenny?

Jenny!

Jenny!

Jenny. It's me, Sonny.

- Who did this?
- Nieder... Niederman.

Victor. Victor?

Niederman.
He's going to pay for this.

He's dead meat.

Nice of you to come over.
We don't meet so often nowadays.

No, we don't.

- Do you live out here permanently?
- Yes.

- Was it Evert Gullberg who shot him?
- Yes.

I had no bloody idea. It was him
and Clinton who'd planned it all.

I thought Clinton was dead.

Not quite.

Did he go after Salander too?
It seemed like that from the news.

Both were to be silenced,
and the trial obstructed.

That was the plan.

- Will he have another shot at her?
- No, it's too risky.

But Clinton wants her sectioned again.

It was possible to arrange before.

It feels as if this nightmare began
when I gave the report to Bjurman.

There might be a link,
but nothing that you could've foreseen.

But it's on my mind constantly.
It torments me.

Don't blame yourself, Gunnar.

And now the report
and the copies are safe.

So on that point, the danger's over.

- So what now?
- I don't know.

But I think Clinton
is capable of anything.

- Peter Teleborian here.
- It's Fredrik Clinton.

I'm assuming that Annika
and I have our phones tapped.

And to be safe,
we should assume the office's are too.

And your mobiles.

So we're not to talk about this job
on the phone. We're to use these.

Top-up phones.

And we only use them when talking
about Zalachenko and Lisbeth.

For everything else
we use our normal phones.

- Is the email secure?
- No.

So think about what you write.
We encrypt the important stuff.

- Aren't you overreacting now, Micke?
- No.

- So the whole office is bugged.
- No, because someone's always there.

No, I don't think so.

No, let's play safe.
One of us is to sleep over there.

- Let's make up a schedule.
- And get lumbago into the bargain.

It's serious.

Bjorck's report was stolen twice
on the same day. It's no coincidence.

Zalachenko's murder is no coincidence.
They're trying to cover their tracks.

- The hospital killer was a nutcase.
- That's what they want us to believe!

But I don't believe it.

Not anymore.

So it was the ones
protecting Zalachenko who started it.

The Security Police?

Yes, it could be the Security Police,
but we don't know.

What we do know is that a great deal
of resources are targeted at us.

But there's one positive side to this.

The ones tapping
Mikael's and Annika's phones

don't think we have access
to the Bjorck report anymore.

They should carry on thinking that.

The case against Salander
is not a complicated matter.

No.

Even though Zalachenko
has died since then.

If the truth about Zalachenko got out,
it would complicate things.

It's about saving lives,
Sweden's relations to a foreign power

and secrets of state.

I read the report
mainly for background.

It's not relevant in the case
against Lisbeth Salander.

And besides, the report
has been officially withdrawn.

Certain aspects are still useful,

particularly since Salander
tried to kill her father once before.

I could get you access to that portion.

That might be useful.

Then I'll see that you get it.

Who is your superior?

My instructions
come from the highest quarters.

So you are not allowed to discuss
this matter with anyone but me.

You can count on my discretion.

- Bjorck here.
- It's Bublanski, violent crime squad.

Hi.

- I thought I'd propose a meeting.
- I see.

I'm working on an investigation
you could help me with.

In what way?

It's the Zalachenko murder.
You know things about him.

I retired from
the Security Police years ago.

I was thinking a friendly chat.
Colleague to colleague. Your place?

I don't think so.

I could always send someone
to bring you in.

OK. Tomorrow after 11.

How can he be so stupid
as to agree to a meeting?

What was he thinking?

Wasn't it Bjérck who handed
the Salander report to Bjurman?

Yes, unfortunately.

- Chow time!
- Salisbury steak.

- Here you go.
- Thank you.

Lisbeth?

- Do you need some help?
- No, thanks.

Now eat up.

I have a suggestion.

I'm not going home.
I'm staying at a hotel tonight.

Would you like
to spend the night with me?

I'm beat. I camped out
at the office last night.

Then we'll just sleep.

That's the fourth time
I've seen that car there.

- Really?
- Yes.

- Anders Jonasson?
- Yes.

I'm Peter Teleborian.

I'm Chief Psychiatrist
at St Stefan's in Uppsala.

I would like to discuss
one of your patients, in private.

Lisbeth Salander.

Really?

Yes. OK.

I've taken care of her
since she was 12.

I have great insight
into her mental status.

- Which is...?
- Lisbeth is severely disturbed.

She has delusions and displays
paranoid and schizophrenic traits.

And like all sociopaths,
she is incapable of empathy.

Simply put.

Well, she does seem rather guarded.
But I wouldn't say she's a sociopath.

She's highly manipulative.
It's part of the clinical picture.

She shows you
what she believes you want to see.

As you can tell,
I'm concerned about her mental health.

I understand.

I need to see her. Evaluate her
with regard to the upcoming trial.

Sorry, I can't help you there.

I'm Lisbeth's medical doctor.

In my opinion, she isn't strong enough
to see anyone besides her lawyer.

I have a court order
that says I can see her.

I had hoped to skip the formalities,
considering we're fellow doctors.

And as a doctor, you ought to know
my word is law here.

Regardless of any court order.

So I must ask you to be patient
and respect my judgement.

Well, then...

I was hoping for a more...
professional reception.

Bjorck?

Bjorck?

Bjorck?

Shit.

Hello. Everything all right?

Look at this, please.

- How am I doing?
- You're getting better.

I'll get a physiotherapist
to help you with the rehab process.

- I don't need any help.
- Yes, you do. Leave that scab alone.

And you need to eat more.

Then do something about the food here.

- The food?
- Serve pizza or something.

I don't think
pizza's ever on the menu here.

Right.

A Dr Peter Teleborian was here,
asking to see you.

You know each other, he said.

At any rate,
I sent him away empty-handed.

Well, then...

Our business was such that

we worked together for decades

without getting
to know each other privately.

Those of you
who'd worked with Gunnar

knew him as a strong,
reliable colleague.

That he chose to end his life
by his own hand...

...is hard to accept.

But it was his choice,
and that is worthy of our respect.

How could the government
be in the dark?

They'd have to know
that a Russian spy had defected.

- Otherwise it's absurd.
- Yes, absolutely.

We had a non-Socialist government
back in 1976 when Zalachenko defected.

30 years and nothing's leaked out?

Politicians can't keep secrets.

Considering all the memoirs nowadays.

The same thing goes
for the Security Service.

Someone would talk sooner or later.

It has to be a small,
autonomous and clandestine group.

With lots of resources.

If they've been around
for 30 years without a leak...

- Where do we start?
- Our best bet is Evert Gullberg.

If we find something on him,
it might lead somewhere, but it's tough.

We need something fast,
so it won't affect Millennium.

Our next issue
has to be out in time for the trial.

- Suicide by hanging?
- Yes.

Gunnar Bjérck hanged himself
with his belt, that's it.

How many other people know
that Bublanski called Bjoérck?

No one, as far as I know.

He knew a great deal about Zalachenko
and Lisbeth. You read the report?

Bjorck's dead, Zalachenko's dead

and before Gullberg died
he'd tried to silence Lisbeth.

- Don't you think they're connected?
- But we know nothing about Gullberg.

Conspiracies are easy to cook up
but they're seldom right.

But it's right to me.

They'll try to get to Lisbeth.

Silence her or fix the trial.

This isn't Belarus.
People don't fix trials in Sweden.

And who are you talking about?

I don't know.

But the threats against Lisbeth
are escalating.

She'll be violated again.
Or suffer something much, much worse.

Apparently, this is for you.

Dr Jonasson is responsible for her,
and his decision is final.

That's as maybe, but...

I didn't expect him
to get awkward and formal.

He also referred me
to Salander's attorney,

demanding a statement
of approval from her.

Is that really proper?

Can an attorney prevent
a psychiatric examination?

Of course not, and that's not
what Jonasson means, either.

But his medical judgement
we have to respect.

She's recovering quickly. It's just
a matter of time before you can see her.

An examination like this takes time.

Salander's case is a complicated one.
I know her.

Goodbye.

Here are the parts
of the Bjorck report I promised you.

Thanks. Good.

And one more thing.

Doubts have been expressed

about Jan Bublanski's
leading this investigation.

Really?

Is Hans Faste taking over
the investigation? Is he mad?

- The decision wasn't his.
- Whose was it, then?

Someone who thinks
Faste's the right man.

I'm not helping that idiot.
He's a sexist pig and hates Salander.

That's what qualifies him
for the job, Sonja.

- I heard we're dividing up.
- How long have you known this?

Since this morning. What, do you
think I'm conspiring with Ekstrém?

Can I have the investigation material
on my desk ASAP?

Sure.

By the way,
how's it going with Niederman?

- It's going.
- I say the bastard's left the country.

I don't like this.
I do not like it one fucking bit.

Hello. We met at the hospital,
the night Lisbeth Salander was admitted.

- I remember.
- I need to talk to you.

If you're after information
about Lisbeth Salander, forget it.

No, I want to give you
information about Lisbeth.

Important information.

A conspiracy like that...

I'm sorry,
but it sounds pretty incredible.

I know, but I can assure you
that all of it is true.

There's proof, and I'm going to publish
the whole story.

I'm building a case for Lisbeth, too.
That's why I'm here.

You see,
I'm going to ask you for a favour.

- What is it?
- Lisbeth has secrets.

Private matters
that would benefit her in court.

And she needs this to access evidence.

- The prosecution has restricted...
- I know, that's why I turned to you.

I've never faced
such a serious threat as this.

We have to close ranks and strike back.

Or do you want something else?

I just want to know
how Gunnar Bjérck died.

I knew him.
He'd never have taken his own life.

You can never know that.

I met Gunnar two weeks ago
and there was nothing to indicate it.

You met him? Where?

In his country house.

He just wanted to know what happened
when Gullberg shot Zalachenko.

- And you let him know that?
- Yes, why shouldn't he know?

And now I want to know
how Gunnar died.

He hanged himself with his belt.

- Hi.
- Hi.

- How are you doing?
- Fine.

- All right if I have a look?
- Yes.

- Are you in pain?
- No.

- What about the headache?
- It's OK. Less and less every day.

Another policeman called,
said his name was Hans Faste.

He's heading the investigation
and he's anxious to interview you.

Can you lean your head back a bit?

Not too far.

They are annoyingly persistent.

I can't keep them at bay much longer.

You're getting too well for that.

- Do you understand?
- Yes.

I told them you need
a few more weeks to recover.

After that, you will be remanded
into custody in Stockholm.

OK.

Excuse me. That tattoo
on your back seems very big.

- Why did you get it?
- Why do you ask?

Out of curiosity.

For personal reasons.
I don't want to talk about it.

OK. I'm sorry.

Wow.

That must have been painful,
and taken hours, too.

Yeah, it was both painful
and took hours.

Excuse me.

Hello, Lisbeth.

This is your chance
to tell your story. Your autobiography.

Annika doesn't know
you have access to your MID.

Keep it that way.

So this is the man
in the black Saab.

- Goran Martensson.
- Coastal Commando.

Then police academy.

Was on the force from 1991 to '96.

He then vanished from external service.

The Security Police.

He's employed by them

but is on loan to Counterespionage.

But they've never heard of him.

- What does that mean? They're lying?
- No...

Or that someone's trying
to cover up what he's up to.

Unfortunately,
that's as far as our contacts go.

- So what do we do now?
- I have an old friend I could ask.

But I'd have to tell him everything.

- Who's that?
- He works with Internal Security.

- He might take things further.
- Is he reliable?

He's an old friend, Mikael.

Right.

- OK. I'll be in touch.
- OK.

If I'm to sum up what you've told me,

a number of Security Police officers
have turned a blind eye

to a series of serious crimes
against a Swedish woman.

Allowing her daughter
to be wrongly sectioned

and a defected Soviet spy
to engage in criminal activities.

That sums it up well.

Plus breaking into the home
of journalist Mikael Blomkvist

and mugging Annika Giannini,
Lisbeth Salander's attorney.

And the murder of Zalachenko too, now.

Our job in Internal Security is to
protect democracy from internal threat.

Usually Nazis, anarchists...

But now you're claiming that the threat
comes from within our organisation?

Torsten, you can read it for yourself.

Speak to you later.

You are released from all other duties.
Your sole job is to look into this.

If only half is true, we'll have
a constitutional crisis on our plate.

I'll read the report and find out
who Martensson was working for.

Then I want you to check out
Evert Gullberg's background.

I've never heard of him, but he must
have links with the Security Service.

- And report only to me.
- Of course.

Plague, are you there?

Hi, Wasp. How are you?

- I'm alive. I need your help.
- I thought you'd never ask.

I need access to the computer
of psychiatrist Peter Teleborian.

OK, I fix.

Send the contents
to Mikael Blomkvist's Hotmail address.

I'll need your help until the trial.

I'll pay you. 30,000.

- Cash?
- Yes.

Martensson lives
northwest of Stockholm in Vallingby.

This is Lars Falusson, an ex-con.
Retrained as a locksmith.

A craft very much in demand, it seems.

And then they wait
for Blomkvist to appear.

- How long were they inside?
- 40 minutes.

So Martensson had a good poke around
in Blomkvist's apartment.

- And he saw them?
- 1 didn't get why he just took off.

Until I saw her.

She was filming them as they entered.

- She works for Milton Security.
- Susanne Linder.

- She was a cop until 1998.
- So Blomkyvist's hired Milton.

It would seem so.

The camera
is between the lamp and the ceiling.

You can fast-forward if you can't bear
seeing him pick his nose.

You can expect your apartment
to be bugged now, Mikael.

We can remove it if you want,
but that will let on that you know.

No, leave it there.
I can stay elsewhere.

Let Annika have the DVD,
but do not write about the rape.

I'll do that myself. That's enough.

Have contacted Plague
regarding Teleborian.

He will contact you
if he finds any dirt.

They look too old. Those colours
make it look like it's from 1910.

- It ruins the lead-in.
- I agree. Take the colour away.

Haven't we got
a better shot of Zalachenko?

Or can't we lift the red?
Make it go up. Make it larger.

Sure...

YOU'RE CUTE IN WHITE, ERIKA.
BUT YOU LOOK TIRED.

DO YOU SLEEP BADLY
WHILE YOUR HUSBAND'S AWAY?

Hi!

I've found our government connection.

Guess who went to the prime minister's
offices on October 5th, 19767

No takers? Evert Gullberg
and someone named Hans von Rottinger.

They were there three weeks
after Zalachenko's defection.

- How did you find that out?
- Every visit is registered.

And there was only one notation
on October 5th, 1976.

Good work, Christer.

But we need proof.

We can't just claim
they went there to discuss Zalachenko.

- Did they write anything else down?
- No, just their names and the date.

What's our next move?

We need to target the undersecretaries.
There were two who worked there in '67.

- They might know something.
- Any names?

Yes. One is deceased
and the other is a retired ambassador,

Bengt Janeryd,
who lives near Grisslehamn.

- We should talk to him.
- Good. I'll do it.

I'm more familiar with the material,
and I'm more of a threat to him.

- That's all I'm saying.
- I hear you.

What's his address?

Listen...

You did a great job.

Ekstrom.

I just got a call from Ekstrém.

- Later. I have my dialysis.
- No, this is serious.

Ekstrom had an anonymous call.

He wanted to meet to discuss Zalachenko.

And crimes that have been committed
since the preliminary investigation.

- What crimes?
- He wouldn't say over the phone.

Ekstrém said he'd call back,
and then he called me.

Wise move.

The caller knew an investigation
was in progress and the name Zalachenko.

If he calls again,

make sure that Ekstrém
agrees to meet him.

And explain that we're taking over now.

Stress that it's a matter
of national security.

Choose a suitable rendezvous.

- Ekstrém?
- I called earlier about Zalachenko.

I am naturally interested
in what you have to say.

I'm busy at the moment.
Later this evening?

- When?
- 9pm would suit me.

Nine's fine.

You must have realised
that Gullberg shot Zalachenko, right?

- The story was all over the papers.
- Yes.

- Why didn't you call the police?
- I expected them to contact me.

- How convenient.
- I didn't know about his daughter.

She was treated disgracefully.

The PM had no knowledge of this,
I assure you.

And neither did I.

You'll have to convince me
and the readers of Millennium.

You simply cannot name me
in this context!

Do not mention me.

I have not been involved in any of this.

What I read here is all news to me.

You've only read a fraction
of the material we intend to publish.

We have much more.

We have proof for everything.

This is not personal, but you do have
professional accountability.

So either tell me what you know
or hide behind protocol.

- I call that blackmail.
- Call it what you like.

If you tell me what you know,
I promise I won't publish your name.

The PM told me
about that meeting in October 1976.

He found it all very awkward.

He said it was a matter of the greatest
military secret in Sweden.

So he was under some pressure.

How often did they meet after that?

Never again. He didn't want
anything more to do with it.

I was approved as a middleman

between him
and those in charge of Zalachenko.

I had to promise never to discuss the
matter with anyone. Which I never did.

The prime minister's contacts
were Gullberg and von Rottinger.

- Have you met them?
- Yes.

And another man as well. His name
was Clinton, like the president.

- Clinton?
- Yes.

How often did you see them?

About ten times
during my term as undersecretary.

But all I ever heard was
that Zalachenko was cooperative

and that his information was invaluable.

- Where did you meet?
- It varied. Apartments outside town.

Who did they contact
after the change of government?

I have no idea.

- There was no hand-over?
- No.

- And you never wrote any reports?
- No.

No, it was all so very secret.

I wasn't even allowed to take notes
at the meetings.

So this might mean
that no government after yours

knew that there was
a Soviet defector in Sweden?

Strange as it seems,
that could very well be the case.

Hi, Mikael Blomkvist.

I'm Monika Figuerola,
from Constitutional Defence.

Right.

I'm here to invite you over for a chat.

It's a friendly invitation.
There's no risk involved.

- May I pick up my mail first?
- Sure.

- And change my underwear.
- No problem.

Torsten Edklinth,
Constitutional Defence.

- Blomkuvist.
- Please take a seat.

I'm sure you understand
why we'd like to talk to you.

So let's cut to the chase.

We have found evidence
of a secret group, a conspiracy,

in a particularly sensitive area
of government.

Last night, the prime minister
green-lighted an investigation.

What exactly does that mean?

A thorough investigation.

One that might prompt the state
to press charges.

But before we get that far,
we need time to identify the players.

I understand, but where do I come in?

Your special issue...
If it's published before we're done,

it might jeopardise
the whole operation.

So when is it OK to publish it?

Well...

Naturally, we have no say in the matter.

You decide. But we would appreciate
your cooperation.

This much I can say.

I'm pissed off at the government,
the Security Services

and all the other bastards
who committed a 12-year-old

to a mental institution without reason
and took away her legal rights.

I am outraged about
what happened to Lisbeth Salander,

but the people responsible
will be punished.

But until then,
we must identify them all.

I agree, but I also want
Lisbeth Salander acquitted

and to have her rights
as a citizen restored in court.

The outcome of the trial is nothing
we or the government can influence.

As long as I am allowed
full access to all information,

I will tell you
what I will publish and when.

Information for information.

There's a simple solution to this.

We recruit our own people
for this investigation.

Blomkyvist could work for us
as a consultant.

Evert Gullberg. Anyone else?

Hans von Rottinger and Fredrik Clinton.
The first deceased, the other retired.

They were active members
of the group in the '70s and '80s.

- The group?
- Yes.

- How about we call it the Section?
- The Section? All right.

Where did this information come from?

A dependable source.

- Can we hang on to this place for now?
- I'll see to it.

On several occasions, Lisbeth tried
to tell social services and the police

about the repeated abuse of her mother
at the hands of Zalachenko.

But no one took a 10-year-old's
accusations seriously.

It was only when she tried to save
her mother by trying to Kill her father

that society responded.

But not by punishing
Alexander Zalachenko for his crimes.

Lisbeth was punished instead.

At the age of 12,

she was committed to St Stefan's
mental institution in Uppsala.

When I got there, I tried to explain
what had happened to Dr Teleborian.

But he refused to listen and claimed
I was just imagining things.

To shut me up, I was strapped
to the bed as a punishment.

For the two years I was in St Stefan's,
I was strapped down for 381 days...

Hello, Lisbeth.

Did I wake you?