PART 1
THE GIRL WITH THE DRAGON TATTOO
Today the verdict is delivered in the Wennerström case.
The publisher responsible for Millennium, Mikael Blomkvist,
is accused of libel
by successful businessman Hans-Erik Wennerström.
Blomkvist accused Wennerström of gun-running and serious felonies
amounting to over 60 million kroner.
The Swedes have never agreed on Mikael Blomkvist.
His supporters claim he's the last bastion
of a journalism with ideals.
But Blomkvist's long career
as a watchdog may now be over.
BASED ON STIEG LARSSON'S MILLENNIUM SERIES
In the case of Wennerström versus Millennium,
the accused Mikael Blomkvist is found guilty on six out of eight counts.
The accused is sentenced to three months in jail
and will pay damages of 150,000 kroner to Hans-Erik Wennerström.
What's your response to the verdict?
You have to stop people like Kalle Blomkvist
who sniff around in other people's business due to political differences.
- How will you celebrate? - No comment.
There he is. Can you stay on at Millennium?
- What's it like to be found guilty? - Wonderful.
Can you continue your work as a reporter?
How does it affect your career?
- This sucks. - Yes, it sucks.
- Hello. I'm Malin. - Mikael. Right.
- You signed on at a bad time. - Malin's doing her internship here.
- Welcome to our sinking ship. - Cheers, everyone! Merry Christmas.
- Cheers. Merry Christmas. - Cheers.
- How do we appeal against the verdict?
We support you one hundred per cent, Micke.
We have to do something. Our advertisers are losing trust.
We won't win it back by appealing.
It'll give us time to get our readers back.
No appeal. It's over.
It's not just about you, it's about Millennium.
The faster this ends, the better for Millennium. It's over.
- Could we make peace with Wennerström? - What do you mean?
We've lost the readers' trust. Why not be upfront and apologise?
I don't think so.
That would completely kill our credibility.
- I've also got some bad news. - As opposed to all the good news?
Yes, exactly.
An old friend of mine works for a gossip magazine.
...SECRET AFFAIR WITH BUSINESS PARTNER
Tomorrow, this hits the stands all over the country.
Bloody bastards.
Right.
The witch hunt is on.
I don't want to play devil's advocate,
but it might be a good idea if Mikael took leave from Millennium.
Till this thing's blown over.
OK. Merry Christmas.
Wait, Micke.
- They're in shock. - Only Janne dares to speak the truth.
- I was set up. I'm a problem. - We just have to find a way.
It's empty in here.
I haven't written a single word for months now.
Do you understand?
WENNERSTRÖM KNOCKS OUT BLOMKVIST
GOING TO PRISON
We don't normally introduce the researchers to our clients.
But your client is special to us, so we'll make an exception.
- It's much appreciated. - But I must warn you.
- Lisbeth is a pretty odd girl. - What do you mean by odd?
Make no mistake. She's the best researcher we have.
Good morning, Lisbeth.
Good morning.
Dirch Frode.
OK.
Transcripts of text messages.
Emails. Bank statements.
How did you get access to all this?
You order the goods. I deliver them.
What can you tell me about Blomkvist?
- It's all in my report. - The short version.
He was nicknamed after the fictional detective Kalle Blomkvist
when he cleared up a bank robbery in the '80s.
He's a public figure without any big secrets. Read all the news clippings.
- But he does have secrets? - Everyone has secrets.
To what extent is he affected by the crisis at Millennium?
- Financially, I mean. - Why don't you just read the report?
Miss Salander, is there anything you'd like to add?
What's your personal take on him?
There's something fishy about the Wennerström case.
What do you mean? There's more to the case?
I'm researching Blomkvist, not his job.
I'd still like to hear your personal opinion.
Blomkvist's totally clean. I couldn't even find a speeding ticket.
I don't think he faked any evidence against Wennerström.
I think he was set up.
Why didn't you ask me?
- No lawyer could have saved me. - I know. I read the verdict.
There's good reason not to involve you.
It bothers me that you didn't even ask me. I'm your sister.
- I know. - I'm glad. Thanks.
I'm already in the gutter. Why drag the family down with me?
And you're going to prison. I don't get it.
- Sorry. I should have come to you. - Absolutely.
All right, knock it off! It's Christmas.
No more talk about rapists in the shower, OK? OK?
The secret to good meatballs is to wet your fingers. Hey!
When you roll them, rub your hands together.
Shit. Will you answer it, please?
- Hello, this is Micke Blomkvist. - You little rascal.
- This is Mikael. - Mikael Blomkvist?
- Yes. Who's this? - My name's Dirch Frode.
I'm a lawyer and I have a client who'd like to see you.
- It's Christmas. What is it about? - My client will tell you himself.
Call Millennium after New Year's Eve.
My client doesn't like waiting.
- Who's your client? - Henrik Vanger.
From the Vanger Group?
My client would be very grateful if you'd come.
Listen, it's Christmas, and it's been a hell of a week.
I promise you'll find it interesting.
Blomkvist!
Henrik lives on the island of Hedeby, a mile or two from Hedestad.
The bridge is the only link to the mainland.
In the old days, the Swedish business elite used to come here.
Now it's just Henrik and his housekeeper Anna who live here.
Well, then. Henrik is waiting for you inside.
Thank you for coming, Mikael.
Well, Frode's call was pretty unusual.
- Are you hungry? It's lunchtime. - No, thanks. Let's get started.
- I'm going back again today. - Right. No lunch, then.
Do you remember her?
It's Harriet Vanger, my brother Gottfried's daughter.
- You've met her. - This girl?
Your father worked for me during the summer of 1965.
He was a mechanical engineer at the plant and lived in a cottage here.
You and your mother came for visits during the weekends.
Harriet used to babysit you.
You often played down there by the water.
I remember her.
- Harriet. - I never had any children of my own.
Harriet was the apple of my eye. An incredibly intelligent girl.
She was like a daughter to me.
What happened to her?
- I believe she was killed. - Killed?
This is the Vanger family, Mikael. My family.
September 22nd, 1966. On that day the family gathered in this house
for the yearly board meeting.
30 small-minded and greedy people
fighting for the biggest slice of the cake.
One of these people...
...killed Harriet.
Harriet was 16 years old. It was Children's Day.
She'd been to Hedestad to watch the parade in the main street.
This picture was in the local paper.
She returned to the island around two o'clock.
She wanted to see me, but...
...I was too busy with the meeting.
How was she killed?
Nobody knows. She just disappeared.
You're well prepared.
I've been thinking about that day for 40 years.
That's what I call preparation.
Quarter past two there was a serious road accident on the bridge.
A fuel tanker full of petrol crashed into a car.
The tanker was blocking the bridge.
It spilled petrol all over the place.
Nobody could pass the tanker. Everyone had to stay on the island.
By chance, a photographer caught this.
Look at the window.
This is the last picture taken of Harriet.
Officer Morell from Hedestad Police was in charge of the investigation.
He found this film and had the photo blown up.
Since then nobody has seen her.
We waited for her at dinner, but she never turned up.
- Hello? - Lisbeth Salander?
- Who's this? - It's the probation department.
I'm calling to tell you you've got a new guardian, Nils Bjurman...
I already have one.
Let me finish. Your current guardian is in hospital with a stroke,
so we've had to find you a new one.
You bloody idiot.
What if she simply ran off?
You have to keep the accident in mind. The bridge was closed for 24 hours.
It's the only way off the island.
So Harriet disappeared when nobody could leave.
It was only the next day we started thinking there might be a crime.
But then the bridge was open and the killer could've disposed of the body.
- Nothing else makes sense. - Maybe she drowned, killed herself...
We dragged the area, we had tracker dogs and divers everywhere.
Even today, when I'm out walking, I find myself looking for her.
When Harriet was eight, she gave me a birthday present.
A bluebell, from 1958.
After that she gave me a new flower each year.
1966. The year Harriet disappeared.
We're going into the attic.
- Amazing. - Every damn year,
I receive a flower in the post, from different parts of the world.
Who do you believe sends them?
Harriet's killer. You don't know my family.
You don't know what they're capable of.
Harriet was my favourite, which made her an ideal victim
for those who wanted more power in the Vanger Group.
They wanted to crush me.
I'm 82 years old. The police gave up a long time ago.
I'm afraid I'll go to my grave without ever knowing.
Help me to make one last attempt.
- Why me? - I've followed your career.
You're a damn good journalist. Persistent.
I'm not asking you to solve the mystery, but I know you'll try.
You have six months until you have to serve your sentence.
- With respect, you've spent 40 years... - I will pay you handsomely.
You will be well off. You've got nothing to lose.
There's nothing waiting for you in Stockholm.
Come in.
I'm glad we could meet even though it's Christmas. Please sit down.
It's a little unfortunate
that Palmgren had such a relaxed attitude towards guardianship laws.
I see you were allowed to control your own finances.
- There haven't been any problems. - No, maybe not.
But as your guardian, I'm legally and financially responsible for you.
So I'm to blame if you suddenly can't come up with your rent.
I work. I earn my own money.
Yes, I can see you work for Milton Security...
- What do you do? - I make coffee and photocopies.
Right, I see.
This is what we'll do:
From now on your pay will be deposited into a new account that I administer.
Each month you'll get a small amount for personal necessities,
but all other expenses have to be approved by me. OK?
How do you look after your personal hygiene?
What do you mean?
With all those rings. Don't you get infections?
Do you have a boyfriend?
No.
Have you ever had sexual intercourse?
I'm 24.
How many people have you had sex with?
As your guardian, Lisbeth, I'm responsible for you in every respect.
So... it's actually my duty...
...my professional duty to ask you these questions.
- How many people have you had sex with? - That's personal.
I can either write down that you are cooperating,
or that you are causing problems and being difficult.
And then your life'll get harder very quickly.
So how many have you had sex with?
- Two. - Two?
200. No. 2,000.
200,000. Are we done now?
What kind of sex do you have? Any special preferences?
- Hi. - "Mikael Blomkvist resigns
from Millennium's board and will no longer work for the magazine."
- Did you write this press release? - Yes
Without talking to me?
I'm sorry, but only I could make that decision.
What now?
I'll work for Henrik Vanger in Hedestad.
Henrik Vanger?
I see. So now you're working for the big capitalists?
It's not for the Vanger Group.
You're gonna stay there?
In Hedestad?
Have a nice trip.
Come on, motherfucker!
What are you looking at?
- What are you doing, damn bitch? - That bitch is going down.
- Fucking bitch! - Get her down!
- The bitch is fucking crazy. - Come again, you cunts!
- Come on. - Shit.
Fuck.
- Hello? - It's Lisbeth.
What do you think?
- I can save the hard drive. - Good.
And the rest?
- You have to go shopping. - Fuck!
- How did it happen? - Never mind.
You stink of beer.
You think you smell like you just took a shower?
You can borrow my old computer.
I'm using it for back-up, so it has to stay here.
Welcome to Hedeby.
The icy weather is wonderfully refreshing.
Thanks.
As you didn't want to stay in the main building, I hope you'll like it here.
Well... If it gets any colder, the pipes will freeze.
Then you'll have to come to me for water.
I told them to light a fire.
There's a phone line and Internet access,
so you can keep in touch with the rest of the world.
Oh, yes, that's good. Just leave it there.
It's some of the stuff I've collected over all these years.
There are photographs. Police reports.
News articles. Even some of Harriet's belongings.
Well, it's a start.
You were a beautiful babysitter.
What happened to you?
VANGER GROUP
Keep Sweden pure!
We are the Swedish National Socialists
and the Aryan race can't do without us!
All in all, the Vangers are a pretty unpleasant bunch.
Most of us hate each other but are forced together by business.
My brother Harald lives in there.
We don't get along, to put it mildly.
Your brothers Richard and Harald joined a Nazi group in the '30s.
I see... You already know about that.
Gottfried was a member of the Hitler Youth.
All three were Nazis.
Yes. And fanatics, at that.
Richard died in the Finnish Winter War.
Harald has turned into a bitter old man. He never leaves the house.
Harald's daughter Cecilia is visiting Scotland.
Cecilia and Harald are not on speaking terms.
Martin lives up there. Harriet's brother.
He took over the Vanger Group after me.
Hi there.
Well, well. If it isn't the famous Kalle Blomkvist.
Call me Mikael, so I'll know who you're talking to.
When I'm back from Stockholm we'll have dinner.
Thanks, I'll take you up on that.
I'm eager to hear why on earth
you are to spend six months in this godforsaken place.
Martin's and Harriet's father, Gottfried,
led a miserable, alcoholic life with his wife Isabella.
I've never seen a woman be as bad a mother as Isabella was to Harriet.
I stepped in and took Harriet and Martin under my wing.
And that's all of the Vangers who live here.
On that day, even more joined us.
Cecilia's sister Anita who died from cancer.
- Greger Vanger and Ulrika Vanger. - Wait a minute.
Who do you suspect?
Nobody.
And everybody. That's where you come into the picture.
Dear Diary. Today I got this diary from my dear uncle Henrik.
A kind but busy man.
He's finally home from his travels and brought me this diary.
I'm by myself in my dad's cottage. Anita will be here soon.
PRESENTED TO HARRIET VANGER MAY 28, 1965
So you're the one sniffing around in family matters?
Hell, you scared me!
Cecilia Vanger. Henrik said you'd be here.
- Mikael Blomkvist. - I recognise you from the papers.
- What have you found? - Harriet's Bible.
She was often up here with my sister.
- Anita? - Yes.
The summer before she disappeared.
- Odd, seeing that her father died here. - Gottfried died here?
He was drunk and fell into the lake. They found him the next morning.
Just down there.
It happened the year before Harriet disappeared.
Henrik said you were away.
I had to come home in order to hide Harriet's body.
We weren't allowed to be here when we were kids. It was off-limits.
Thanks.
If you're Harald's daughter, that makes you and Martin cousins.
It's not easy keeping track of who's who in this family.
Martin and I are the only ones who are pleased you're here, apart from Henrik.
Not much happens on this island. See you around.
I'm flattered that you called. And surprised, too, I guess.
I appreciate that you maintained a low profile in that smear campaign.
But the main reason you're here today is because you are a candidate
for the position of information manager, for the Wennerström group.
You have a large network, diplomatic talent.
You're known to be a good strategist.
When can you start?
- I can start immediately. - Excellent.
I just have to resign first.
Actually, I was thinking you could hold off on that.
Hold off? But you want me to start as soon as possible?
Exactly. Start immediately, but stay on at Millennium, if you catch my drift.
Blomkvist is gone. No one will be checking up on you.
Maybe so, but Millennium has caused me a lot of grief.
Everyone knows it's a matter of weeks until the publication folds.
And I'll just rest more easily at night if I know what's going on there.
Do you understand?
Yes.
Dear Diary. It's autumn now. The weather's getting colder.
Magda 30112.
Sara 32016.
BJ 32027.
LJ 31208.
Mari 32018.
I don't understand why Henrik hired you.
To be honest, neither do I.
Blomkvist, with all due respect, there's nothing to find.
It's been nearly 40 years.
You found Harriet's diary in her dad's cottage.
- The diary didn't help us one bit. - What about the phone numbers?
- They were a complete mystery to us. - But 32 is...
32 could be Hedestad. 30 is Norrbyn's area code.
But the names and the numbers don't match.
- Did you call them up? - We did. We even tried backwards.
We switched them, removed numbers. We tried everything.
In the report, she's described as withdrawn and religiously inclined.
Was that your impression?
Yes, but who isn't withdrawn at that age?
But, yes. She kept to herself. Anita, her cousin, knew her the best.
Anita is Cecilia Vanger's sister. And Anita is dead.
She died many years ago.
Harriet was my first case.
I've thought about it every day for nearly 40 years now.
I'm retiring this summer. It's only now that I'm able to let it go.
There is no answer.
You'll only breathe life into Henrik's obsession.
Give it up before you become obsessed yourself.
What are you working on?
- So, who's this week's victim? - Nobody.
I see. Still that reporter. I thought you were done with him.
- Yeah. - Why do you continue?
It's a bit slow.
I know.
A new computer?
- Yes, I need 20,000. - Why do you need a 20,000 kroner PC?
- So I can play, surf the Internet. - You often surf the Internet?
Do you chat?
Know what, Lisbeth?
I can't just hand you 20,000.
- Not just like that. - How hard can it be?
Why can't I look after my own money?
Hit me back. Come on.
That's what you want, isn't it? Hit me.
If you give me any kind of trouble, Lisbeth,
I'll make sure you spend the rest of your life in a closed ward.
I know all about your mental problems and your violent background.
Don't get me wrong, Lisbeth...
I'm more than happy to give you the 20,000.
But, you know, any business transaction...
is built on trust. I have to feel that I can trust you.
Can I trust you, baby?
Can I trust you, Lisbeth?
Can I trust you?
That's it.
If you're nice to me...
If you're this nice to me, I'll always be nice to you.
- It's only 7,000. - More than enough for a computer.
What are you looking at?
- Henrik Vanger. - It's Mikael.
Has something happened? What time is it?
You said it was a photographer from the paper that shot the parade.
Yes, he covered both the parade and the accident.
And you're still on the paper's board?
- No, but I still own a share. - Good.
The old part of the archive is a jumble.
We haven't digitalised it. It's still kept in negative folders.
20... 30...
...40, 50, 60...
A photographer uses between two and ten rolls a day.
Probably closer to ten on Children's Day.
Here. September 1966.
I only need the hour of the parade.
- Knock yourself out. - They're not sorted?
If you're lucky, they might be chronological.
- Is there a scanner and a light table? - Nope.
This is the first lead in the case in 39 years.
It's a start.
It's more than that.
Look.
You get my drift?
Something catches her eye. What is it that frightens her?
Her killer.
He was somewhere here.
Harriet's killer is standing across the street.
- Coffee, Mikael? - What have you found so far?
Well, I must've read...
...several thousand pages. People have worked on this for 40 years.
To be perfectly honest,
I haven't found a thing.
Shouldn't you be in Stockholm trying to appeal against your verdict?
- Give it a break. - You give it a break.
- Mikael's old enough to... - I was set up.
An old classmate gave me a tip concerning Wennerström's company.
It was a good story. Good enough to nail him.
So you'd think.
Yes, because suddenly there was an even better story
about fraud and gun-running amounting to 60 million kroner.
Wennerström's name was all over it. So far, so good.
Until I wrote the story. Then all my sources disappeared.
And all documents and evidence turned out to be forged.
Fake?
So it was an attempt to lure you away from the real scandal?
It was too good to be true.
Do you want something that really is too good to be true?
Single malt. 21 years old.
To hell with all the troubles of the past. Cheers.
- Cheers. - Cheers.
Hey.
How about one last glass of wine?
I think I've had more than enough.
OK.
- Thanks for a nice evening. - Is it because of the investigation?
Because of my secretive family?
- What do you mean? - It could be me. Right?
I guess I'm also on your list of suspects.
Erika Berger. I can't come to the phone.
Please leave a message.
Hi, Erika. Give me a call.
Hi, Micke!
Hi.
What are you doing here?
Nice to see you, too.
- Welcome to the countryside! - Too right.
- What's all this? - My life, these days.
No touching. They're in order.
I'm just looking.
Isn't this nice and cosy?
- How are things? - We're keeping our spirits up.
- I meant how are you? - There is no me right now.
The magazine is all there is, and it's tottering on the brink.
- What's the new girl like? - Malin? She's damn good.
Hard-working. Reminds me of myself ten years ago.
But we could still use you.
By the way, Henrik Vanger asked us over for lunch.
- When did you talk to him? - I had to check out your new digs.
- Is that a problem? - Not to me.
- But we'll be talking about work. - I see. Boring!
- Hello. - Pleased to meet you.
So you're the one who hijacked my editor?
I thought we'd start by discussing our business transaction.
And then later we can enjoy a peaceful lunch.
Business?
Did you tell Mikael about our conversation?
No, I wanted to surprise him.
What are you up to?
I've spoken to Henrik about investing in Millennium.
How long have you been going behind my back?
Do you have the right to question how I intend to save Millennium?
- I have the right to an opinion. - I see. Let's hear it.
A radical publication that has ties
to one of the country's biggest business magnates, that doesn't look too good.
I don't care what it looks like. I want to save the magazine.
You're right, but I have no intention of meddling.
I detest it when a publication loses its integrity due to ownership issues.
- So why do you want to be involved? - Erika has done excellent research.
She knows I have a weakness for "lost causes".
You, if anyone, should know that by now.
- Cheers. - Cheers.
Yes, you were right, I was being pig-headed.
- Are you coming with me? - I need to finish this.
Listen... take care, all right?
- Bjurman. - It's Lisbeth.
- What do you want? - I need more money.
I see.
- We'll talk about it. - I need it now.
Hello and welcome.
Come in and take your jacket off.
- I just want my money. - You'll get your money.
Thanks for your last visit. I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did.
I won't give you a blowjob every time I need money.
Is that right? Then what do you want?
Shall I call the guardian agency
and say you've trespassed and that you're threatening me?
Then we'll see how quickly you'll be back in the psychiatric ward.
So?
That's much better.
Like that.
Come here.
Come on.
No!
I've got... a rule for you to learn.
If you put up a fight...
Are you a good girl? Are you a good girl now?
Are you a good girl?
Then I'll be nice to you.
NORSJÖ CARPENTERS
My husband died many years ago. So it's just me left.
He worked there as a carpenter for 24 years.
They made everything from clothes pegs to closets.
He built that cabinet. And the lamp, of course.
More cake?
Do you recall if you were in Hedestad in September 1966?
Hedestad...
- In '66. - Yes, in '66.
- Oh, it was our honeymoon. - Wonderful. Do you have snapshots?
We went camping. It was all the rage back then.
It was our best holiday together.
But I guess honeymoons often are.
- But do you have some snapshots? - I certainly do.
Who doesn't save the photos from their honeymoon?
The first days my husband and I hiked.
My husband was a skilled hiker. We hiked for miles.
He wasn't exactly romantic.
Now, let's see.
Hedestad...
Look. So beautiful.
Even if the photo doesn't do the sunset justice.
Let's see. Here's something.
- There was a parade. - Do you ...?
- To Henrik Vanger! - To Henrik!
Micke sent me this negative to clean up.
- What the hell is he doing up there? - Playing detective.
- Sherlock Holmes! - Yes, to Sherlock Holmes!
Malin?
I was thinking of grabbing a beer to celebrate our new investor.
Do you want to come?
- Just us two? - Yeah. Why not?
- Just give me a moment. - Sure.
Oh, sorry.
But I just sent some emails to Micke, and copies were sent to you.
God, that's weird. It must be a server glitch.
- It's happened before. - Has it?
- Shit happens, I guess. - That's so weird.
Yes, very odd. Shall we go?
- Sure. - All right.
- What do you think? - It looks good.
It's a sensitive area, so it will probably be painful.
Here we go.
There are different kinds of needles, right?
How big is the thickest one?
I can show you later if you like.
What the hell are you doing here? I'm on my way out.
You've misunderstood the rules. You have to make an appointment.
Do you hear?
Let me go, Lisbeth.
Do you hear? Let me go.
Do you like being tied up?
Or do you prefer tying other people up?
It's great.
Did you choose it yourself? You didn't?
I think it's nice.
You know that show where politicians get busted by candid cameras?
We've got those cameras at Milton Security.
I had one in my bag last time I was here.
Hello and welcome.
I just thought you'd make me give you a blowjob.
But you're sicker than I imagined.
It lasts a while, so you've got time to consider
the reaction of the police and the media if I sent it to them.
Enjoy.
Thanks for your last visit. I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did.
I won't give you a blowjob every time I need money.
Is that right? Then what do you want?
I'll tell you how we'll do this. You just nod.
I'll look after my own account. You'll have no access.
I control my own finances.
You got that?
Each month you'll write in your report that my behaviour is perfect.
Better than ever before.
In exactly a year, you'll apply for the termination of my guardianship.
I'll send you further instructions.
You can never contact me again.
If you do, I'll send copies of the film to the police and the press.
The same thing happens if I'm in an accident
or if you break my rules.
You got that? Good.
I've never done this before. Lie still or it'll get messy.
Lie still.
I'M A SADIST PIG AND A RAPIST
...DURING THE LAST YEAR...
...AN AVID INTEREST IN RELIGION.
SEND
The guy in the blue sweater. I can't get his picture sharp.
- Shit! - I can't do a thing about it.
- It's completely out of focus. - Damn!
- Are you sure? - Positive. I've tried everything.
OK, thanks for trying. Catch you later.
Wasp. Harriet's phone numbers.
Book of Leviticus.
"If a woman approaches an animal ..."
"If a woman approaches an animal to have sexual relations with it,
kill both the woman and the animal."
"Their blood will be on their own heads."
Mari 32018.
Magda 30112.
Leviticus, Chapter 1, Verse 12.
"... she is to bring two doves or two young pigeons,
one for a burnt offering and the other for a sin offering."
BJ 32027.
"A man or a woman ..."
"A man or a woman who is a medium or spiritist among you
must be put to death. You are to stone them."
Must be put to death.
Frode! What's going on?
It was Henrik. He just collapsed.
- We'll keep you informed. - Thanks.
It's a heart attack. He's having emergency surgery.
What are the odds?
They're talking about a bypass, so it's serious.
- You want coffee? - No.
I think you should go on with your investigation.
- Have you assigned someone else? - No, only you.
Someone by the name of Wasp has hacked into my computer.
I've received an email with copies of one of my own documents.
So this person must have gained access to my hard drive.
Do you know anything about this?
No...
But I think I've got a good idea... who it might be.
Just stay in bed.
- Lisbeth Salander? - Who are you?
- You know who I am. May I come in? - No.
I've read your report. Thrilling stuff.
Particularly that you stole my files. The police would find that intriguing.
They also ought to know that you are still hacking into my computer.
If you remove those papers, I'll take off the chain.
What do you want?
- Hi. - Everything all right?
Sure.
- What do you want? - You got any coffee?
How much do you know about my assignment?
It's a 40-year-old murder of a 16-year-old girl.
Until today I wasn't even sure that she was killed.
Then you directed me to the Biblical references
about women who should be killed.
- And? - It's the most important clue so far.
- And? - I need your help.
- I'll pay good money. - I've already got a job.
You work as a professional hacker
and send me an email I can easily trace.
Why?
Huh?