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- What kind is it? - I don't know.

White?

And the frame?

- Dark. - Postmark?

Same as last time.

And no note.

No.

I'm so sorry, Henrik.

Will you appeal?

What is this? The media event of the year?

Don't try to play it down, Mikael. It won't work.

Don't try to play it up. That won't work either.

Mikael, can we get a quote?

Mikael, will you appeal?

Yes. I'll appeal to you, Viggo.

Up until today, Mr. Blomkvist was able to play the victim...

...the brave journalist going up against the bad guy.

I don't know why malicious intent couldn't be proven.

- When you call a guy a criminal-- - If you want to say these things--

Mikael Blomkvist likes publicity.

There's really no greater disgrace for a journalist than libel.

-- Was found guilty today on 16 counts of aggravated libel.

Can I get that sandwich there? And a black coffee.

In an article published earlier this year, Blomkvist claimed...

Wennerstr�m, founder and president of the Wennerstr�m Group...

...used state funds intended for industrial development in Poland...

...in an arms deal with the right-wing Ustase in Croatia.

I have nothing against Mr. Blomkvist. He's a fine journalist...

...who I don't believe is guided by malice.

But what he wrote was inaccurate.

And inaccuracies can't go unanswered.

All journalists have to accept, like the rest of us...

...actions have consequences.

Blomkvist was ordered to pay...

...600,000 Swedish kronor in damages and all court costs.

Can I get a packet of Marlboro Red and a lighter?

Yeah.

- Where have you been? - Walking. Thinking.

- Smoking? - Yeah. Just one.

TV4 called. I told them no statement...

...until we've read the judgment in its entirety.

Well, I have. Anyone else?

Everyone who wants to see you humiliated.

- Been on the phone all morning? - I'm as much to blame.

- You are? You wrote it? - I read it. I ran it.

- Not the same. - Our credibility isn't dead yet.

Mine is.

I'm tired.

I'm gonna go home, crawl under the duvet for a week.

I'll call Greger, tell him I'm not coming home.

Thank you.

It's possible we could wait forever.

- You called her and spoke to her? - I'm afraid that doesn't mean much.

No one here particularly likes her.

I find it's much better if she works from home.

But you told her I wanted to meet with her.

I've told her many times I prefer her not to meet clients.

- You like her? - Very much.

She's one of the best investigators I have, as you saw from her report.

- But? - I'm concerned you won't like her.

- She's different. - In what way?

In every way.

Miss Salander is here.

Lisbeth.

Mr. Dirch Frode.

How do you do?

Something wrong with the report?

No, it was quite thorough.

But I'm also interested in what's not in it.

- There's nothing not in it. - Your opinion of him isn't.

- I'm not paid to give my opinion. - So you don't have one?

He's clean, in my opinion.

You mean he's hygienic?

He's who he presents himself to be. In his business, that's an asset.

Well, there's less in his asset column after his conviction today.

True. He made a fool of himself.

If it happened that way.

Are you suggesting that he was set up?

That was never part of my assignment.

But you're right.

He did make a fool of himself professionally.

How much of a fool did he make of himself financially?

The judgment will just about empty his savings.

- May I go? - Moment.

Your report is light in another area.

His personal life.

Anything you chose not to disclose?

Nothing that warranted inclusion.

Does that mean yes or no?

I think what Miss Salander means, and I agree, is that everyone has a right...

...to a certain amount of privacy, even if they're being investigated.

Not in this case. I need to know anything about him...

...I might find unsavory, even if she doesn't.

He's had a longstanding sexual relationship...

...with his co-editor of the magazine. It wrecked his marriage but not hers.

Sometimes he performs cunnilingus.

Not often enough, in my opinion.

No, you're right not to include that.

I know.

You needed a better attorney. You needed your sister.

- She offered. - He declined.

- As she hoped. - Never a good idea.

- Mixing family and business. - I would've lost anyway.

It wasn't about Mikael. It was about Wennerstr�m sending a message...

...to the press and the FSA, saying, "Don't ask questions."

Cheer up.

Dad.

Nilla, you don't have to worry about me.

- Mom's worried. - About me?

About the money.

Good evening.

Nilla? What are you doing?

Nothing.

Are you serious?

I don't wanna talk about it since I know you won't approve.

Of...?

- Nilla. - Light of Life.

Light of what?

- Hello? - Herr Blomkvist.

- Yeah. - Forgive me for intruding on Christmas.

My name is Dirch Frode.

I'm an attorney. I represent Henrik Vanger. Perhaps you've heard of him?

Yeah, of course I have.

He'd love to talk to you about a private matter.

This is an awkward moment.

Oh, I'm sorry. I'm about to sit down to a Christmas dinner myself.

No, that's not exactly what I meant.

You're referring to your recent legal problems.

That has provided us with much amusement.

I'm sorry?

Herr Vanger has little love for Herr Wennerstr�m either.

- Have him call me. - But he would love to speak to you...

...in person, if possible. Up north.

- In Hedestad. - That's not gonna be possible.

Herr Blomkvist, he's far too old to go to Stockholm. Please.

Be so kind as to consider.

Hedestad is lovely in the winter.

I'll call you back on this number. Okay?

Usually when I wake up in a cold bed it's at home.

- I'm sorry. - What are you doing?

- I'm writing a press release. - Saying?

You're taking over as publisher, you're very sorry...

...for any nuisance Mr. Wennerstr�m was caused...

...and I can't be reached for comment. - Are you giving up?

Stepping aside.

This makes me sick.

- First time in Hedestad? - And the last.

Oh, don't say that. It's lovely in the spring.

You said it would be lovely in the winter.

Well, this is unseasonable.

Well, I'll be on the 4:30 train back to Stockholm.

Unless we get snowed in.

I'm joking-

You'll be home tonight, if that's what you wish.

Welcome.

Come inside.

It's warm.

How do you do?

So...

...what do you know about me?

You used to run one of the largest industrial firms in the country.

- "Used to." That's correct. - Oh, I didn't mean that.

- Should I stay? - No.

My grandfather forged the tracks...

...that the 4:30 train will take you home on.

We stitched this country together.

We made the steel, milled the lumber that built modern Sweden.

And what do you think our most profitable product now is?

Fertilizer.

I'm not obsessed by the declining health of the company.

But I am with the settling of accounts.

And the clock is ticking. I need your help.

I'm-- Doing what?

Officially, assisting with my memoirs.

But what you'll really be doing...

...is solving a mystery by doing what you do so well.

Your recent legal mishap notwithstanding.

You will be investigating thieves, misers, bullies...

...the most detestable collection of people that you will ever meet.

My family.

Would you like to sit? I could possibly clear a place if necessary.

- Did you make it? - Have you something for me?

I am on welfare, I do not administer it. This is not enough.

No, thank you.

This is Harriet.

The granddaughter of my brother Richard.

Richard was a Nazi of the first order...

...joining the Nationalist Socialist Freedom League when he was 17.

Isn't it interesting how fascists always steal the word "freedom"?

Oh, the 4:30. Yes, I know. Okay.

Anyway, Richard died a martyr to the Nazi cause in 1940.

Missed all the real excitement.

But not the opportunity to regularly beat his wife, Margareta...

...and their son, Gottfried.

Now, Gottfried, Harriet's father...

...was what they used to call a good-time Charlie.

- They still call them that. - Do they? Okay.

He was a charmer, a ladies' man and a drunk.

In other words, a born salesman. Which he did for the company...

...traveling around and taking clients out to dinner.

- Well, somebody's gotta do it. - That's right.

Anyway, he died in 1965.

Drowned, drunk, here on the island.

His wife, Isabella, who had been pretty much useless as a parent before...

...became even more so after his death...

...which is when I began looking after the children.

Martin, who runs Vanger Industries, now that I'm retired.

That's right, I Googled him.

And Harriet.

She was bright, curious...

...a winning combination in any person.

- And beautiful. - Yeah.

Something happened to her?

Someone in the family murdered Harriet...

...and for the past 40 years...

...has been trying to drive me insane.

It was September 24th, 1966.

A Saturday.

Harriet was 16.

My brothers...

...and their wives and their children and grandchildren...

...were all gathered here...

...for our loathsome annual board meeting and dinner.

It was also the day the yacht club held their autumn parade.

Harriet, with one or two school friends, went into town to see it.

She returned a little after 2:00.

She came into the parlor. She asked if she could talk to me.

I honestly don't remember what I was doing...

...that I thought was more important...

...but I told her to give me a few minutes.

It was during those few minutes that something else occurred.

The accident had nothing to do with Harriet...

...and yet everything.

It was chaos as everybody put down what they were doing.

Police, ambulance, fire brigade...

...reporters, photographers, onlookers all quickly arrived from town...

...just as we on the island, the family, hurried to the bridge from our side.

The driver of the car...

...a man named Aronsson...

...was pinned and severely injured.

We tried desperately to pry him loose with our hands...

...since metal tools might spark.

It was an hour after the crash that Harriet was in the kitchen.

Anna herself saw her.

Well, we finally got poor Aronsson out of his car and off to the hospital.

Just as we from our side...

...slowly drifted back to the house.

The sun was down, the excitement over.

We sat down to dinner.

It was then that I noticed...

...Harriet wasn't there.

And she wasn't there the next morning.

Or the next.

Or the next 40 years.

What was she going to tell me?

Why didn't I make time for her? Why didn't I listen?

- And she couldn't have just run away? - No. Not without being seen.

The firemen stayed out all night...

...on the bridge pumping up gasoline.

No one swam across or took a boat.

All the boats were still tied up on this side Sunday.

Believe me, I checked.

She couldn't have just fallen and drowned?

No. The currents aren't strong here. Anything that falls in the water turns up.

Like her father.

His body didn't drift more than 10 meters...

...when he drowned the year before.

Oh, no. Someone killed her.

Someone on the island that day.

Someone close enough to know...

...what she used to give me each year on my birthday.

Those are from her.

And the rest, from her killer.

Who knows about these?

There's me, the police, the killer...

...and now you.

After the police investigation evaporated...

...I kept at it, studying all the information there was.

I have spent half my life examining the events of a single day.

I understand your frustration...

...but what you're asking me to do, it's a waste of money.

- But we haven't discussed your fee. - We don't need to.

Thank you.

I can't find something you've been unable to find in 40 years.

You don't know that. You have a very keen investigative mind.

Here's what I propose:

You come stay on the island.

I have a nice little cottage by the water you can use.

You study the material I send you.

You find something I've missed or you don't.

What you're asking me to do is set aside my life and career for--

Think of this as a well-deserved holiday

A way of avoiding all those people that you might want to avoid right now.

As for compensation, I'll pay you double your salary...

...for as many months as it takes.

- Quadruple it if you solve the mystery. - Herr Vanger--

I'm not done. I will throw in one more thing...

...even though you're a terrible negotiator.

It's something you want more than anything else...

...and it can't be bought at any price. So let me give it to you.

Hans-Erik Wennerstr�m.

He began his career working for me...

...and I have followed it with interest, shall we say, ever since.

You were right about him.

You just couldn't prove it.

We're in the middle of the worst crisis ever, and you're writing a memoir.

- You fired me. I need something to do. - You fired you.

I need you here, not the North Pole.

Mikael, you know what this is going to look like.

Like I've been gutted. I'm running away. I am.

Wennerstr�m wants to see me wave a white flag, not a red flag.

If it looks like there's a problem between us, it'll satisfy him.

There is a problem between us.

He won't be satisfied until he shuts us down.

- You're leaving me to fight him alone. - It's four hours by train.

It's not the North Pole.

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Network busy. Please try again later.

Network busy. Please try again later.

What?

Some milk?

Network busy. Please try again later.

Oh, yeah. These as well.

- You're Mr. Palmgren's daughter? - His ward. He doesn't have a daughter.

Please.

He's had severe cerebral hemorrhaging...

...either from the fall itself or from a stroke that led to the fall.

His blood pressure is still high.

I'm hopeful he'll regain consciousness, but that's not assured.

And it's possible, even if he does...

...that there will be neurological damage.

Oh, jeez.

Hi. I'm Gunnar.

The caretaker.

- Oh, hey, Gunnar. Come in. - Okay.

- You want to put it in there? - Okay.

You're an author.

Well, I'm doing a biography of Herr Vanger.

- I saw you on television. - That's unfortunate.

Bit of trouble, I guess.

- No jail time though. That's good. - No.

Cost you a lot of money though, yeah?

There.

The entire island is owned by my family.

Your closest neighbor is my brother Harald...

...another Nazi, if you can believe.

Two in the family.

Oh, yes, he's quite detestable, to put it nicely.

But you'll probably never see him. He's a recluse.

- He was there that day? - Indeed, he was.

His daughter, Cecilia, lives over there.

They don't speak.

Does anybody speak to anybody on this island?

Actually, Isabella, Harriet's mother, who lives there...

...she speaks to Harald, which is one of the reasons I don't speak to her.

Right.

Cecilia's brother, Birger, lives over there.

Who doesn't he speak to?

You, probably.

But you wouldn't want him to. He can be just as unpleasant as Harald.

Quickly losing track of who's who here.

How you'll wish it were always so.

Soon you will know us all only too well. With my apologies.

Now, out there, my grandnephew Martin's house, Harriet's brother.

- Who speaks to him? - I speak to him.

He runs the company now, as I think I told you.

Someone's shooting his dinner. Gunnar, probably.

Oh, yes, I met him earlier.

He was 19 when Harriet disappeared.

Well, he lives over there.

- And you live there. - Sorry?

Your house.

Oh, yes.

Yes, you're right.

The man who hires the detective...

...should always be kept on the suspects list.

Her mother.

But what about the search? Please.

Please. I beg you.

The fact that I never found a body was not surprising.

You can't dig up an entire island.

But neither could I find the motive.

Was it spontaneous? Was it calculated?

Did she know something someone wished she didn't?

- Was it about business? - Business? Well, she was 16.

And very bright.

Henrik told me and many others he could easily see her...

...running the company one day.

She was with some friends that day at a parade.

She told them she was feeling unwell. She left early.

But they also told me she kept secrets from them too.

The main thing I learned was that teenage girls are complicated.

- I have one. - Then you know.

I wanted to...

...ask you about this.

She received that from Henrik the Christmas before.

I've studied it more times than I can say.

I know every page of it.

- It's the last page I was curious about. - As was I.

It's a list of names, numbers and it must have some significance.

All local phone numbers.

The first belonged to a woman, Margot...

...whose mother was Magda, who denied knowing Harriet.

The fourth, R.L., belonged to Rosmarie Larsson...

...an elderly woman who died some years before.

The other three were not connected in any way that I could find.

I reminded you of things you'd rather forget, and I'm sorry.

I can't forget.

It's my Rebecka case.

I don't know what that is.

Every policeman has at least one unsolved case to obsess over.

Back then we had an Officer Torstensson.

Year after year, he kept going back to this Rebecka case.

Taking out the files, studying them over and over.

We were young. We laughed at him.

And that was also a missing-girl case?

No, no, no, that's not why I mention it.

I'm talking about the soul of a policeman.

Poor old Torstensson never solved it.

And he never let it go.

So how's Mr. Palmgren doing?

I heard he had a stroke of some kind?

It's terrible.

Now, what exactly do you do at this security company?

Make coffee, sort mail.

But not full-time.

Not even part-time consistently.

They somehow got along without coffee or mail in July and August?

- How much do you make there? - Enough.

How much is your rent?

I Pay my rent.

And when was the last time you were late?

Never.

You think that thing through your eyebrow makes you attractive?

Here's the problem.

There's a discrepancy between the obligation...

...of Mr. Palmgren's guardianship and the management of your finances.

There's no discrepancy. It was clear I could manage my own finances.

That is not clear to me.

- I'm not a child. - You are not. But you were.

And between then and now, you were committed...

...to the locked ward of St. Stefan's where you continued...

...to display violent aggression.

And you failed to adapt to four foster homes...

...were arrested twice for intoxication, twice for narcotics...

...again for assault, smashing a bottle into a man's face.

And it's not even that long ago.

You may have conned Mr. Palmgren into thinking that you have changed...

...but when I'm looking at this...

...not to mention the way you're looking at me now...

...I don't think you have.

So the good old Mr. Palmgren days are over.

Starting now, you will be given a monthly allowance.

You'll provide me with receipts for your expenses.

If the numbers don't balance, I assume the difference is going to drugs.

I've taken care of myself since I was 10.

The state has taken care of you.

Miss Salander, please, look at me, this is important.

Since your behavior is elaborately documented in here...

...it will shock no one if I chose an alternative...

...to the very lenient arrangement I have just outlined.

Would you prefer institutionalization?

- Mikael? - Yes.

- I'm Liv. - Oh, hi.

We're going to the same place. Hop in.

Oh, good, thank you.

I found him at death's door, halfway up the hill.

- I'm afraid I'm a little out of shape. - It's a climb for anyone.

- I should've warned you. Come in. - Thank you, Martin.

Henrik says great things about you.

- No, no. Leave your shoes on. - Martin? Smells wonderful.

- What are we drinking? - What a place. Look at that view.

I used to work in the company's petrochemical division in G�teborg.

When it was sold, I went with it.

A dark day.

I live in Hong Kong, but come back to Stockholm for family events.

And I drive up to spend a couple of days with Martin.

- It's just the moose steak she wants. - Who can blame her? It's wonderful.

Something's left open. Do you like this wine...

...or you want to try something else? - No, no, it's fine.

You're writing a book now, Martin said.

- Henrik's biography. - I love Henrik. He's fascinating.

Martin too.

Together they are the old Sweden and the new.

Yes, they are.

You know about Harriet, right?

- You don't? - Yes, I do.

The family doesn't want to talk about it, but it can't be swept under the rug.

- What can't? - Harriet.

We can talk about it later.

We can talk about it now.

Liv knows everything about my crazy family.

- That's why she'll never marry me. - That's one reason.

I don't want to read about that in the book.

Everything else is fine. Harriet certainly.

You know, everything changed after that.

Not just the family but the company as well.

- How so? - We're not Ericsson or Nordea.

But we're still the largest family-owned company in the country.

At our height we had 40,000 employees.

We have half of that now.

And that downward slide began after my sister's death.

It broke Henrik's entrepreneurial spirit...

...and his heart.

- You were here that day? - I came in later...

...after the accident on the bridge, with the 4:30 train.

- I know it well. - A terrible day.

And the days after, you know?

Searching, not finding. Even worse.

This event, Mikael, it has to have a big part in your book.

I got a call from social welfare.

I've been assigned a new guardian.

- Hi. - Hello.

I thought I'd come over and say hello.

- I'm Cecilia. - Oh, yes. Please, come in.

Can I get you some coffee?

No, thank you.

We are all uncomfortable with the idea of a chronicle of our family.

It's not about the family. It's about Henrik and the company.

Like I said.

It's not my intention to present a malicious portrait of anyone.

Unlike the one that landed you in court.

Unlike that one, yes.

So you're not really here to find out what happened to Harriet.

I can't ignore such a dramatic event, but, no, that's by no means my focus.

Those boxes that Gunnar carted down here...

...which are where, in the closet now? Those weren't Henrik's investigation?

I wonder sometimes who's crazier, my Nazi father or my obsessed uncle.

Since we're talking about her...

...since you brought her up, what was she like?

What was Harriet like?

- I'm sure Henrik has told you. - He was my age back then.

He couldn't know what was really going on with a teenager.

You were the same age.

My sister Anita was closer to her in age.

She knew Harriet better than anyone. You should talk to her.

- I'd love to. Where is she? - If I had to guess, London.

You don't know where your sister lives?

I haven't seen her in years. We never really got along.

- I'm getting used to that comment. - She hates this place more than I do.

She left. Moved to London, that was it.

You couldn't pay her to send a Christmas card, much less visit.

I'll track her down for you.

If you do, and try talking to her about us...

...don't be surprised if she tells you to fuck oh'.

You're backed up, aren't you?

Hard drive at home, yeah.

Okay. That's good, because this one's done.

Have you ever had any sexually transmitted diseases?

And when was the last time that you were tested for HIV?

How many partners have you had in the last month?

And how many of those were men?

It's regulation, I have to ask these things. It's a health matter.

Write what you want.

And why do you need such an expensive computer?

- For work. - Making coffee, sorting mail.

- I should have control of my money. - And you will.

Once you learn to be sociable, get along with people.

Can you do that?

Why don't we start with that now, huh?

Why don't we start with me?

You do something for me, I do something for you.

That's what normal people do.

I want you to have that computer.

Feel that.

That's gabardine.

Unzip it.

And...

And...

I like the reticence.

It's almost convincing.

Anita Vanger.

- Through there. - Thank you.

Excuse me.

I probably should have made an appointment.

No, it's fine.

- Please have a seat. - Thank you.

- Mikael. - Mikael. How do you do?

How do you do?

So you're looking for investment counseling?

Well, I would be if I had any money.

I'm sorry, I don't understand.

I'm writing a biography of your Uncle Henrik. That's why I'm here.

I haven't seen him in over 20 years.

Actually it's a lot more than that.

Haven't seen my sister, haven't seen anyone in that family.

Most of what I'm writing about predates that...

...so your recollections are valid.

I wouldn't know where to start, if that was a question.

Well, then let me narrow it down. I've gotten up to the 1960s...

...to the event that, you know, changed everything in Henrik's life.

Harriet.

Everything that I know about that I told to whatever his name was.

Morell.

My recollections were a lot better then.

I'm not really speaking about the event itself.

I just want to get a clearer sense of what Harriet was like.

She was very messed up.

Well, just like all us Vanger kids, really, but...

Crazy mother.

Drunken father.

At least her father wasn't a Nazi.

- Was he abusive? - Mine?

No, hers.

Not that I ever saw, but you could tell that something was going on.

Some days she'd be very withdrawn.

And then the next minute she'd be putting on makeup...

...and wearing the tightest sweater that she had to school.

And then she'd be studying her Bible like a nun.

No Vanger was ever religious. Can you imagine?

She was obviously very unhappy.

- What do you think happened to her? - Everyone knows what.

You don't have any thoughts about who or why?

All that I know is that I felt really sorry for her.

I got away when I was 18 and I never went back.

And she'd have done the same.

But she never made it to 18.

Mr. Bjurman, please. It's Lisbeth Salander.

Hold for a moment, please.

Lisbeth, I haven't seen you Are you well?

I'm fine. I'm sorry I missed our appointment, I had a lot of work.

Something the matter?

No, no, nothing to be concerned about.

Actually, I need another advance on my allowance.

Can I come to your office tonight?

I don't work at night, Lisbeth.

Why don't you come to my house, huh? Do you have a pen?

I don't need a pen. What's the address?

It's...

- Hello? - It's me.

Lisbeth.

Come on in.

- You like it? - It's nice.

It's home.

What do you need money for this time?

Food.

How are you?

I'm so glad you decided to come and visit.

I just want my money.

Well, let's see if we can help you out with that.

Wait.

Is there a problem?

I just want to know...

...am I going to have to do this every time I need money to eat?

You're so cute when you're surly.

I forgot to ask you:

You like anal sex?

Faith is the assurance of things hoped for...

...the evidence of things not seen. Through faith we understand...

...that the world was created by the word of God.

- I'll drive you home. - I can get home on my own.

Are you sure?

- Is it any warmer inside? - No.

I apologize if you've been having financial problems...

...at the magazine during Mikael's absence.

- We'll work through them. - Are you sure?

How long do you think you can hang on?

Six months?

That sounds about right.

I used to be in the newspaper business.

- We owned six dailies back in the '50s. - We still own one.

- The Courier, here in town. - Which I let my nephew, Birger, run...

...because he can't run anything else.

So, what would you say to taking on a partner?

Well, we've never had to consider it before.

We value our independence very much.

Independence in publishing is dependent on advertisers.

However much you have, you retain. We don't care about content.

Excuse me? Did I miss something?

Talking about investing in the magazine.

- I gathered that. But why? - Not out of greed, that's for sure.

I feel badly that I've taken Mikael away from you at the worst possible time.

But now I am convinced that this is the right thing to do. The moral thing.

That's one reason. And...

And...?

The enemies of my friends are my enemies.

How long have you been discussing this with them?

I haven't. They called yesterday and asked me to come up.

- Why didn't you tell me? - You live in the woods.

- I deserve to be treated like an idiot? - I wanted to hear what they had to say.

You would've said no before they could.

Well, I'm saying it now. It's a bad idea.

You heard me tell them we had six months. I lied.

We will be out of business in three.

But you don't know this family like I do. They're crazy.

We're not marrying into it.

If we do this, that's exactly what we're doing.

So you wanna say no, let's say no.

Instead of 50 percent of something, let's own 100 percent of nothing.

- Mikael? - What?

I'm leaving this godforsaken island in the morning.

- So? - So are you coming to bed or not?

How much do one of those cost?

Around 3000.

This is really gonna hurt.

Your call.

Vanger Industries took a controlling interest in Millennium magazine...

...which, according to analysts, has been in financial trouble...

Millennium is an excellent magazine We think it's undervalued right now.

Which is good business for us.

Well, there's another reason. I don't like bullies.

Are you referring to Mr. Wennerstr�m?

I'm referring to anyone who tries to sue his enemies into submission.

If Herr Wennerstr�m would like to try it again...

...he will find himself fighting a company that can afford to fight back.

I've always admired Henrik Vanger. He's a titan and a gentleman.

But he's also quite old now...

...which may explain how he could be taken in by a convicted liar.

Three-twenty.

Shit.

The current archive is on CDs.

The older stuff, still negatives.

What general period are you interested in?

September, 1966.

Thank you.

Is this about Harriet Vanger?

You're too young to know about that.

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