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- Hello? - Lisbeth Salander?

It's the probation department.

I'm calling to tell you you've got a new guardian.

You can never contact me again.

If you do, I'll send copies of the film to the police and the press.

You got it?

Lisbeth, you work as a professional hacker.

I need your help.

- Hi, Mum. - Are you Lisbeth?

Do you have a boyfriend?

There's someone... but it's best not to fall in love.

You know that better than anyone.

I should have picked a better father for you.

What have you been through? How did you get like this?

You saved my life.

You know everything about me, and I don't know shit about you.

That's how it is.

I hope you're all right. Call me.

Cheers!

...it appeared that a large sum has been withdrawn

from an account in the Cayman Islands.

Lisbeth.

THE GIRL WHO PLAYED WITH FIRE

PART 3

Sandström!

Sandström!

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

Yes... We do.

- Are you still seeing her? - Who?

- Lisbeth Salander. - No, I haven't seen her for a year.

- How come? - I don't know why.

What, did something happen?

If we had an argument?

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

Strange.

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

The guy with that trafficking story. The Eastern European girls.

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

- In good shape. - In good shape?

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

My girlfriend, Mia Bergman, got me onto the subject.

She's a criminologist doing gender studies.

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

No, Mia focuses on the girls,

while I concentrate on the suppliers and the client base.

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

One is a member of the justice department

who helped draft the sex trade laws.

Three policemen: one from Vice, one from the security police.

Here. Five lawyers, a judge and a DA.

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

So it just carries on?

My conclusion, unfortunately, is that...

...the legal system doesn't want to touch it.

The abuse of teenage girls from Eastern Europe is not a priority.

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

- How far have you got? - The research is complete.

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

Hold on.

Careless fact-checking earned me three months in prison.

Anyone we finger gets a chance to comment.

Absolutely. Don't worry, my documentation is watertight.

I think it sounds great.

Yep.

OK. We don't pay much.

But we can offer you a two-month contract.

And we'll get you a desk here.

- Sound good? - It sounds great.

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

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

- Welcome to Millennium, Dag. - Thank you.

- Now you can relax. - Thanks.

Thank you.

The bedroom's there. The master suite is on the left. I'll be right with you.

Can I help you?

I'm after a flat overlooking the water.

- I don't think this one is for you. - No? Why not?

To buy this apartment, you need a lot of pocket money.

Really?

Billberg Properties, Joakim Persson speaking.

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

So-so. I'm trying to get hold of one of those punters, the Security Police guy,

a Gunnar Björck.

It's like he's vanished into thin air.

What have you got?

A post office box address.

- A post office box address? - Yes.

- Try the lottery trick. - What?

The lottery trick. You send a letter

saying he's won... a super-deluxe phone with GPS.

And that he's one of twenty with a chance to win a hundred grand

if he takes part in a market survey. The lottery trick.

Right. Is it legal?

It's hardly illegal to give away a phone.

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

- That'll be 297 kronor. - Thanks. Keep the change.

- Are you a little hung over? - No.

Sure. Come on.

- What have you got against Dag? - Nothing. Something. I don't know.

You think he's a bit young, don't you?

He's the kind of journalist I like. Gets right to the heart of things.

Just like you. That's why you don't like him. He's too similar.

Trafficking, Organised Crime and Society's Response by Mia Bergman.

Yes.

There you go.

It's an ironic allusion to Ian Fleming's classic 007 book.

I see.

James Bond.

So how does it work?

They often operate in small, rather muddled gangs.

Please help yourselves.

The average gang has only a few members.

Half Russians or Balts, half Swedes.

The girls are taken to a suburb.

The thing is, once they've...

Once they're in Sweden, they have no choice.

Either she goes along with it, or she's abused or tortured by her pimp.

They can't flee, as the very first thing these gangs do

is take their passports away.

Have you got any names of the gang leaders?

No.

Not that I can confirm with any certainty.

The leaders of these kinds of operation are notoriously violent men.

There's a clear pecking order. No one dares to talk, least of all the girls.

I thought we'd have some dessert wine.

- Oh, sorry. - It was my fault.

...but the legal angle, what does he know about that?

It must be made clear that trafficking is a crime against human rights.

They should be named and shamed like war criminals. Right?

- Right? - Yes. Yes.

Are you doing anything special this evening?

Where to?

- To his place. - Bellmansgatan.

GET IN TOUCH!

ARE YOU SURE YOU WANT TO DELETE THE MESSAGE?

WELCOME TO BJURMAN'S LEGAL SERVICES

- Mr Bjurman, the lawyer? - Yes?

This concerns a police report from 1993, Lisbeth Salander.

My client would like to have a look at it.

Really? And who is your client?

- I keep the files at my country home. - Any copies?

No.

- Is she still abroad? - Most likely.

Thanks.

Bjurman.

I'll be in touch.

ASSESSMENT REPORT

You're supposed to send in monthly reports about me.

- I do. - Not every month!

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

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

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

If I die, the film will be made public.

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

One last thing.

If you set foot in that French clinic and try to remove your tattoo,

I'll tattoo your forehead.

- Have I made myself clear? - Yes.

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

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

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

Do you want my apartment?

- What? - Do you want my apartment?

- Are you moving? - I already have.

I've got no money, I can't afford...

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

OK.

- There's one condition. - Of course.

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

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

- So where are you staying? - Somewhere else.

Can I come for a visit?

No. Not now.

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

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

- Are you serious? - Yeah.

Come here.

Hey, I've got something for you.

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

It's from last year.

If you aren't going to quit that nasty habit, you might as well do it in style.

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

- Hi, honey. Sorry I'm late. - Hi.

- What is it? - Have you seen this?

IRINA'S BODY FOUND

- Irina Hammujärvi. - She was in your thesis, right?

She was only 17. I spoke to her just recently.

She told me she wanted to quit and sort her life out.

Then this happens.

Yes.

- Who brought her here? - Someone she called Zala.

She was terrified of him. I haven't managed to identify him.

- I've called him Anton in my thesis. - That's weird.

I confronted an advertising journalist last week, Per-Åke Sandström.

He's a punter, and he also mentioned the name Zala.

- Can you guess what his job was? - No.

Per-Åke Sandström did the layout for an information pack

on sexually transmitted diseases for the Public Health Institute.

- His face when I mentioned the girls... - That's enough, Dag!

I'm sorry. Baby...

How was the food? Was it good? It was very good, Annika.

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

Mikael, why are you still a bachelor?

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

Really? But he's such a handsome boy.

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

- Good. - Then marry her!

I would, but she's already married.

Hi! Is it a bad time?

No, I'm at my sister's with a platoon of her in-laws.

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

Mia and I are going away tomorrow, so I was wondering...

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

I'll be leaving soon. I'll drop by.

Great. One last thing.

I need information on a gangster called Zala.

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

I know, but I have a feeling it might pay off.

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

- I can give you a lift somewhere. - Annika...

Yes?

- I need to use your lawyer skills. - OK.

I'm working on a trafficking issue. Can you have a look before we go to print?

- I don't work with press freedoms. - No, but with violence against women.

True.

Two minutes.

- Has something happened? - It sounded like a gunshot.

- Gunshot? - Just now.

Dag?

Hello?

Hello?

- You called the police, right? - Yes.

OK. Did you see what happened?

No. I just found them.

Something like ten minutes after...

- Did you see a possible suspect? - No.

- Maybe the neighbours did. - OK.

Do you live here?

No, I...

I came here to see them.

OK.

I'll be right back.

Hello, Blomkvist! Can you answer some questions?

That's not allowed!

The victims were a journalist and a criminologist.

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

Famous for the Wennerström scandal.

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

The girl had just completed her thesis.

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

- Hans Faste, Jerker Holmberg. - Sonja Modig.

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

District Attorney Ekström speaking.

We have to discuss two things.

Should we publish Dag's material?

Can we publish it? Micke and I have just been discussing this.

We don't know why they were murdered. It could be personal. A psycho.

But we can't rule out that it's work-related.

But, Micke...

You describe the murders as executions.

Who on the list is capable of that? And getting away with it?

We're on the verge of publishing the names

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

And Dag had already confronted some of them.

This is pure speculation.

Shouldn't the police have this list?

Yes. We probably should...

No.

We could release the names of a few punters,

but we can't reveal our sources.

It might endanger the lives of the girls Mia interviewed for her thesis.

It may be a matter of life and death for them.

Back to my first question, do we publish?

Personally, I think Dag would want us to.

I think we should.

Christer?

All right, then.

DOUBLE KILLING - YOUNG COUPLE SHOT

Hello, Armansky.

May I come in?

It's been over a year.

- Are you angry? - No.

Why are you here? Do you need a job?

Do you work somewhere else?

I've been travelling. I just got back.

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

Most recently, I spent time in the Caribbean.

- I don't know why I didn't say goodbye. - You don't care about other people.

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

Blomkvist's been trying to get hold of you.

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

He cares, too. And so does Holger Palmgren.

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

He's alive?

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

You've been... gone.

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

- Were you worried? - No.

You're invincible.

Armansky was worried.

How's it going... with your new... guardian...

Bjurman?

He's OK. It's OK.

What about your... declaration of incompetency?

I'll take care of it. It's not your responsibility anymore.

No, I'm too old. Too old.

A stupid old man.

Yeah, when you say stuff like that.

Hey. A preliminary report just came in about the gun.

- Illegal? - No, totally legit.

It belongs to a lawyer. Nils Erik Bjurman. Purchased back in 1983.

- The owner lives here in Stockholm. - Really?

We managed to lift two prints, a right thumb and an index finger.

They belong to a woman, born in 1981,

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

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

Sorry, but I can find no record that Holger Palmgren had a foster daughter.

But he does. He took care of me from the age of 13 until his stroke.

I'm the closest relative he has.

Will he be OK?

I'll be frank with you.

He could have a brain haemorrhage tonight or he could live for 20 years.

I honestly don't know.

Isn't there any specialist care?

I'm afraid we are the specialist care.

I wish we had better resources and didn't have to make these cuts.

If you didn't have to worry about cuts, what would you do for him?

Well...

Ideally, a personal trainer that could work with him full time.

- Employ one. - Sure.

I'll pay. Take on a personal trainer for Holger.

- Have you any idea of the cost? - No.

I tracked down the gun's owner, one Bjurman.

He wasn't at home or in his office.

A colleague said he fell sick two years ago

and practically stopped working.

I've put Sonja onto it. Sonja?

Bjurman is 56, no criminal record.

He's mainly a business lawyer, but I'm sure we'll get more on him.

Sorry I'm late.

I got stuck at the Guardianship Agency.

Guardianship Agency?

Lisbeth Salander seems pretty disturbed. She was declared legally incompetent.

And guess who her guardian is?

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

A troublemaker at school, spent time in mental institutions,

suspected of prostitution, and has a long history of violent behaviour.

Do we have a link to the murdered couple?

Not yet.

According to the tax office, she's been employed at Milton Security.

- What did she do for them? - I don't know. Cleaned, maybe?

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

Was Salander at Lundagatan?

- No, we're waiting for backup. - How long will that take?

I don't know. Five to ten minutes maybe.

I see.

Why should it take so bloody long?

Done.

- That's just how it is. Call me later. - I'll call you when we're done.

- Bye, then. - Sure. Bye.

Christ, the whores these days.

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

There's got to be an easier way than this.

What do you mean?

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

She's tiny, five feet tall and six stone.

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

Smells freshly painted.

How's the kitchen renovation going?

It's expensive, and it never fucking ends.

- Hey, Faste. - Yes.

Why did the nameplate on the door say Salander - Wu?

I have no idea.

Man, someone's been having fun!

I don't think Salander lives here.

The mail is all addressed to Miriam Wu.

Prescription drugs, also made out to Miriam Wu.

There's nothing of Salander's here.

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

Hello?

Hello?

I gave her work until about 18 months ago.

- What kind of work? - Research, personal case studies.

- She's self-employed. - Hold on.

The Lisbeth Salander I'm thinking of lacks school grades.

Nothing in her papers says she could do a complex job.

Papers are one thing, people are another.

- Sounds like you have respect for her. - I respect her competence.

Do you know where we can find her?

I'd like to know what she's suspected of.

- Did she ever have any visitors here? - No. She worked from home.

She only met clients occasionally.

- Although... - What?

She worked for a journalist a year ago who's asked after her now and then.

- A journalist? - Mikael Blomkvist.

Excuse me. I have to get this.

Yes, Modig, what's up?

Get some from that angle, too, so that we can see everything.

She's in there.

Thanks. I was dying for some coffee.

- Found anything? - Apart from Bjurman, an empty gun case.

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

His reports to the Guardianship Agency.

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

I can't figure her out.

Faste says she's psychopathic, uneducated.

Armansky says she's a competent researcher.

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

"I am a sadistic pig

and a rapist."

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

It's ridiculous. Lisbeth Salander had nothing to do with Dag and Mia.

I understand that you employed her to do some research a year ago.

- Did you find her a good researcher? - Yes. The best.

- What about her social handicap? - Handicap?

Her mental problems, the guardianship.

- Guardianship? - What is it with you and Armansky?

She's been in a mental hospital, is legally incompetent

and has a record of violence.

She's been in trouble since she was little.

And now she's suspected of a triple murder.

And you and Armansky talk as if she was a princess.

Triple murder?

SUSPECT IN TRIPLE MURDER

WANTED FOR DOUBLE MURDER

WANTED FOR MURDER

MURDERED COUPLE FOUND BY STAR REPORTER BLOMKVIST

Peter Teleborian, you're even more critical and say it's scandalous

that she didn't receive the treatment she needed.

I prefer not to discuss individual patients.

But I do believe that certain complex cases require specialist care.

And it's unfortunate that three lives have been lost

as a result of cutbacks in the psychiatric care sector.

So she should have been locked up?

Some patients are better off in institutions than at large in society.

Thank you, Pontus Levin and Peter Teleborian,

consultant at St Stefan's Child Psychiatry Clinic outside Uppsala,

where the wanted woman was once treated.

Another man was found murdered today.

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

was apparently shot in his Stockholm home.

The police believe the three homicides are connected.

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

whose executive editor is Mikael Blomkvist.

Svensson was about to publish an article in Millennium

about computer security and hacking.

It's a huge loss for his family, for his colleagues

and for all Swedish journalists.

Our society has been brutally attacked.

- Why did you say that? - Because it's true.

Dag was planning to write an article about information security later on.

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

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

She's extremely interested in computer security matters.

If I say the right things, maybe she'll feel like contacting me.

- You have no doubts? - About what?

If you asked me if Lisbeth was capable of murder, the answer would be yes.

She's violent. I've seen her in action.

- When she saved you? - No.

- No, what? - No, Lisbeth didn't kill anyone.

That's Dag's phone.

I'll get that.

- Indigo Marketing Research. - My name's Gunnar Björck.

I just received a very interesting offer from you.

COPYING FILES TO WASP

- I'm sure it was Lisbeth. - What documents was she after?

Probably my emails with Dag Svensson, or his research material.

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

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

- So you think she's guilty too? - I'm not saying anything.

I know she didn't do anything.

Not this time, at least.

We've turned everything upside down, but it all belongs to Miriam Wu.

What do we know about her?

No convictions, a notorious lesbian who performs in shows

and pretends to study sociology.

She also co-owns a porn shop in town: Domino Fashion.

- Porn shop? Domino Fashion? - They sell handcuffs and whore-wear.

It's not a porn shop. They sell clothes to people who like racy underwear.

Do you shop there?

- So no leads on this Miriam Wu? - No.

If she's a lesbian, can we conclude that she and Salander are a couple?

We think so. We found Salander's prints on some handcuffs.

The flat was littered with sex toys.

Another tip-off that we've received is that Salander and Wu

once hung around with a girl group called Evil Fingers.

- What's that? - Seems to be something occult.

- Even I've heard of Evil Fingers! - Have you?

A rock band at the end of the '90s.

- They weren't superstars, but... - They're all lesbian Satanists.

Jesus, your view of women is from Jurassic Park.

Normal white tiles, then.

Why not?

Italian? Right.

What does that cost, then?

Is that excluding or including VAT?

I see. No, no, of course I want it to look nice. Yes, baby.

Let go of me!

We'll go with the Italian, then.

Am I arrested for something?

- Interview with Miriam Wu, 11:10am. - Can I go?

Technically, yes.

- And untechnically? - We just want some information.

- Can you tell us where you've been? - Tell me why I'm here first.

I get home, find the door forced and cordoned off,

and then this self-righteous male drags me here without explanation.

Don't you like males?

Haven't you read the papers recently?

I've just come back from Paris where I visited my parents.

And you haven't seen any Swedish news?

I'd just got home from the night train, and then this.

Where is she, Miriam?

- What the...? - You live together.

No, we don't. She's just given me her flat.

- You've taken over her flat? - So where's Lisbeth?

- I don't know. - Do you want us to believe you?

Let's start with how she's supporting herself.

- I don't know. - You don't know.

We don't know each other in that way.

- Is she prostituting herself? - Of course not. Why do you ask that?

- But you admit to knowing Lisbeth? - Yes.

Do you have sex with her?

Hey, If I have sex with her that's none of your business!

The flat was full of sex toys.

Do you fuck other people than her with that dildo?

So you found the dildo. Exciting. So what are you fantasising about?

- Or have you shoved it somewhere? - Shut up and answer the question.

You ask if I fuck Lisbeth with a dildo,

and I say it's none of your business!

Suspending interview with Miriam Wu, 11:12am.

Faste, can I have a word?

How come...

Good luck.

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

Great. Did you get instructions on how to get here?

- Sure, no problem. - What about the lottery and the phone?

You are still one of the chosen 20.

- Hello. - Gunnar Björck?

- That's right. You found it? - No problem.

OK. Come in.

- Have we met? - No.

You look familiar somehow.

You might have seen me in the papers.

OK. What was your name again?

Mikael Blomkvist. I'm a journalist for Millennium magazine.

Millennium?

I had no idea you did marketing research.

Well, occasionally we do.

I'd like you to look at these three pictures

and then tell me which model you like the best.

Sure.

The first is Lidia Komorova. She's 16.

And she's from Minsk, Belarus.

Then there's Myang So Hun.

She's 25, a little bit older.

But it doesn't show.

Her nickname is Jo-Jo, and she's from Thailand.

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

She's 19, and she's from Tallinn.

You bought sex from all three of these women.

So I was wondering, quite simply, which one did you like the best.

- Is this a joke? - No.

Our reporter, Dag Svensson,

found proof that you used these women for sexual purposes.

- Did he ever contact you? - Who?

Dag Svensson.

I've never heard of him.

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

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

Do you know Bjurman, the lawyer?

What do you want?

We're giving the men who bought sex

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

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

Yes.

Come on, Mum. What are you talking about?

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

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

Hang on. There's someone at the door.

Hello, Miriam. Tony Scala, reporter. Your girlfriend is a murder suspect.

Do you know where Lisbeth Salander is right now?

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

Go to hell, you bastard!

I'll strangle you when you get back, Lisbeth.

Are you still there? It was a bloody reporter. No, I told you, she's gone!

IRINA'S BODY FOUND HERE

DAG SVENSSON'S RESEARCH COPY

CONFRONTATIONS - PUNTERS

IRINA NATIONALITY: RUSSIA

FREQUENT VISITS TO IRINA CHECK ANTON -- ZALA

I'm working. What do you want?

Who's this Zalachenko you just looked up?

- None of your business. - But, hey...

why did you shoot them?

- Hey, what happened? - I need your help.

I'm after a confidential police file on me from '93.

- I can't find it. - It wouldn't be digitalised in 1993.

It's a long time ago.

How old were you then, 12?

- Can you try to find it? I'll pay you. - OK.

Contact me on Hotmail if you need anything else.

- You know you're a sociopath, right? - You know you're totally normal, right?

There you go.

There. Welcome back.

GANG LED BY LESBIAN SATANIST

- Miriam Wu? - Yes.

Mikael Blomkvist here.

- We met once and... - Fuck off, you fucking journalist!

Shit. Shit. Shit.

So this is were you like to sit?

Hi.

Thanks for returning my call.

Your investigation is leaking like a sieve.

"Lesbian Satanist gang leader." Whoopee.

Can I talk to you off the record?

I don't actually work for the tabloids.

You know what I mean. And now you're doing your own investigations.

One double espresso.

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

Especially not Mia, who was exposing a trafficking ring.

Lisbeth would approve. She despises men who hate women.

We have evidence that Lisbeth was at the murder scene.

- Have you got fingerprints? - She's been tied to the gun.

That doesn't mean she shot them.

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

This is a police matter.

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

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

I will find evidence. I will find the killer.

And I will write an article that the police will find damn uncomfortable.

I'd better get back. I have a lunch meeting.

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

Who could I possibly mean?

An old friend called this morning...

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

Who?

My God, it's all crooked. Shit.

Erika!

It'd be better for the two of you to meet and talk.

Jab, Paolo! Go on! Jab!

Move your feet! Footwork! Move!

Come on! Don't give up!

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

- Like in the same weight class? - She really is a boxer. Feisty too.

She's in trouble, isn't she?

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

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

- You've heard of her? - I know her. A tough kick-boxer.

- She won't talk to journalists. - I can understand why.

I figured that if you, being a boxer, and one she knows, contacted her...

Then we could possibly find Lisbeth?

Come on, get up.

Come on. Get up.

Stand up.

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

If you refuse, I'll zap you again,

just like I did outside. 100,000 volts.

If you lie, or are evasive, I'll zap you, too.

Your muscles will stop working and you'll end up strangling yourself.

And I'll just leave. Is that clear?

I don't want to die.

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

- Is this your daughter? - Yes, she'll be here any second.

You broke the rules again.

- Do you want to die? - No.

You are a sadistic pig and a rapist.

Aren't you?

Who's Zala?

I don't know.

You've done well so far. Don't blow it.

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

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

I once spoke to a man on the phone who called himself Zala.

Why?

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

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

that it was too late to back out.

- They forced me to go to... - To?

Some kind of warehouse.

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

- And he was there. - Who? Zala?

No, this blond bastard. All muscle.

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

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

- What happened next? - They said the guy had squealed.

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

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

I heard his neck snap.

He died, right before my eyes!

- And? - Then he grabbed me by the neck.

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

So what did he say... this Zala?

To do as I was told.

Like I had a fucking choice!

Hello?

What the hell?

The hard drive?

The lot. Read for yourself.

- So what's this? - The seizure warrant.

It's Bublanski. He's pissed because I'm not being more helpful.

We've got copies of everything,

so let's get this issue out before anything else happens.

Hello?

LOW BATTERY

Shit!

Micke, you wanted me to check up on Gunnar Björck.

Bjurman's name came up.

Bjurman worked for the National Police Board, the security department.

- What? When? - From 1976 to 1978.

- When Björck was there. - Holy shit.

- Where is she? - Who?

- Lisbeth Salander. - I don't know!

One last chance... before I turn this on.

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