And what these Leviticus verses have to do with anything.
What are you doing? Getting started.
You can keep talking if you want. Don't you need to look over these?
I got it.
[###]
Cat!
[CAT PURRING]
How'd you get in?
MAN: No one has asked me about Magda in over 40 years.
Why would a lady like you want to know about an awful murder?
It interests me. Does it?
ISAKSSON: Her husband was the first suspect.
The husband is always the first suspect and usually the last.
But not this time. We moved on to a neighbor.
Then a vagrant.
Once you get to strangers, it's only a matter of time
before you get to gypsies and you know you're never going to solve it.
How exactly was she killed?
Miss? Salander.
Miss Salander. I hope you don't mind me asking, but when did you last eat?
I have a high metabolism. I can't put on weight.
I'm asking because it is better to look at what I am about to show you
on an empty stomach.
HARRIET: If a man's offering is a lamb, it shall be a female without blemish.
He should lay his hand upon its head,
slaughter it, empty its blood on the base of the altar,
and he shall be forgiven.
How is he? He needs surgery,
but there's no DNR in place. So it's up to the family to decide,
should the occasion arise, whether to resuscitate or not.
And they're not good at decisions.
So how was it with Miss Salander?
She said yes. Do you think I might be able to see him?
He was asleep the last time I looked, but let me check.
Thank you. Don't check.
Tell him to pack his things and leave.
Mother, please. Don't use that tone with me.
Isabella, Mr. Blomkvist works for Henrik.
We should put this to a vote. MARTIN: Don't be an idiot, Birger.
We all know what Henrik wants. Can we just do that?
Henrik is fighting for his life in there. This is the last thing he needs.
Excuse me, Mrs. Vanger, there is no smoking in here.
ISABELLA: Go back to Stockholm.
When we need a family chronicle written by a libelist,
we know who to call.
All right. Thanks.
This way, miss.
[DOOR OPENS]
HARRIET: If a woman approaches any beast
and lies with it, you shall kill the woman and the beast.
Their blood shall be upon them.
[TRAIN SCREECHES]
[KNOCKING ON DOOR]
MARTIN: My family's impossible.
That's why the company's such a mess.
I apologize for my mother's behavior.
I'm used to it.
It has nothing to do with you. It's between her and Henrik.
She lost it when my father died, and her drinking and her...
Got so bad Henrik took me and my sister away from her
and left her excommunicated in the old house
on the other side of the island.
She hasn't forgiven him.
You must stay.
You're the last chance Henrik has at some kind of resolution.
Put this to rest one way or another.
I'll keep my mother away.
But please, hurry.
Of course.
Lisbeth.
I'll get that. It's okay.
Martin Vanger. How do you do?
Fine.
[CHUCKLES]
It's a girlfriend, or? Assistant.
Oh. Thank you so much.
Good night. Good night.
Problems finding the place?
Everyone in town knows who and where you are.
That's comforting. Are you hungry? I can make you a sandwich.
No.
[CLEARS THROAT]
I used to have a motorbike, a Triumph.
I know.
The five cases from Harriet's list.
And five more she missed. Three I'm sure of.
Rebecka was the first, just as you thought.
The second, M.H., is Mari Holmberg, a prostitute in Kalmar,
murdered in 1954, matching Leviticus 20:18.
Right. "If a man lies with a woman having her sickness,
he has made naked her fountain and she has uncovered
the fountain of her blood."
Raped and stabbed, but cause of death was suffocation by sanitary napkin.
Okay. R.L. Rakel Lunde, 1957.
A cleaning woman and part-time palm reader.
Tied with a clothesline, gagged, raped. Head crushed with a rock.
Leviticus 20:27.
"A woman who is a medium or sorceress
shall be put to death by stoning."
I usually like to smoke outside. Sara Witt, 1964.
Daughter of a pastor. Tied to her bed.
Raped. Charred in the fire that burned down her house.
Leviticus 21:9.
"The daughter of a priest who profanes herself by playing the harlot,
profanes her father and shall be burned with fire."
Magda Lovisa Sjöberg, 1960.
Found in a barn. Stabbed and raped with farm tools.
The cow in the next stall had its throat slit.
Its blood was splashed on her and hers on it.
Leviticus 20:16. "If a woman lies with any beast,
you shall kill the woman and the beast. Their blood is upon them."
LISBETH: Lea Persson, 1962.
Found by her sister in their pet shop. Raped, beaten.
The killer uncaged the animals, smashed the aquariums.
There was a parakeet inside her.
Next, Eva Gustavsson, 1960.
A runaway. Raped, strangled. A burnt pigeon tied around her neck.
Lena Andersson, 1967. A student. Raped, stabbed, decapitated...
Okay. I'm not finished.
We're looking for a serial murderer,
but what could that have to do with a teenager living on an island?
She was looking for him too.
MIKAEL: Rape. Torture. Fire.
Animals. Religion.
Am I missing anything? The names.
They're all Biblical.
The first woman, the whore, the Virgin Mary.
Rebecka, Sara, all from the Old Testament.
Which means they're all Jewish.
One thing the Vangers have more than their fair share of, it's anti-Semites.
There's one right there.
LISBETH: I can sleep on a couch.
Okay.
Um... Right. Ahem.
Oh, yeah, there might be a cat somewhere.
Good night. Night.
Harriet's name isn't.
Isn't what?
Jewish. No.
[PRINTER WHIRRING]
[COUGHING]
What are you doing? Reading your notes.
They're encrypted.
Please. Have some coffee.
Okay.
Then we're gonna have a very serious conversation
about what's yours and what's mine. Ahem.
It's amazing what you figured out with the parade photos.
Thank you.
It's too bad you don't have hers. Whose?
LISBETH: Her.
Can l...? Sorry.
Yeah, all right.
Close that.
No. Not that.
That's the one. Yep.
Where the fuck is that? That's down there, isn't it? Okay. Oh, yeah, yeah.
And...
What does that say there?
"N" something "R-S-J." That's "Norsjö," yeah.
LISBETH: Then something "K." Something "R-l-F."
MIKAEL: "Carpentry."
Well, we need to find a carpenter.
Fuck!
[###]
[CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKING]
[GAGGING]
[CLEARS THROAT]
MIKAEL: The carpentry shop is gone. I don't even know if he worked there or not,
but if he did, maybe he used to come in here for hardware.
I don't recognize him. Sorry.
Well, I had to start somewhere.
I'm no detective, but 1966, I would have started at a retirement home.
MAN: This is Brännlund's kid.
Do you know where I might find him? The son?
Next to his father at the cemetery.
He was killed in an accident on a construction site, years ago.
But, uh...
she might still be alive. His widow.
Do you know where I might find her?
GPS VOICE: Please drive to highlighted route.
In 1966, you were in Hedestad with your husband.
Oh! Who took these?
A local photographer.
You were taking pictures too that day,
and I'd love to look at them if by some miracle you have them.
It wouldn't be a miracle. We were on our honeymoon.
But why?
This girl here. Here, you can see her better in the enlargement.
See, that's you there. Just after this was taken,
after she'd seen something across the street, she was murdered.
How awful.
There you are. Thank you.
[###]
Would you mind if I made a copy of this?
No.
MAN: I can't give you any of this stuff without authorization
from Mr. Armansky. So call him.
[PHONE RINGING]
Next time, fill out the proper paperwork.
[SCANNER WHIRRING]
Which one are you?
[PRINTER WHIRRING]
[ELEVATOR BELL DINGS]
Going down.
How's your sex life?
[ELEVATOR STOPS]
I didn't care much for your last report.
It felt perfunctory, like your heart wasn't in it.
Let's see a little more enthusiasm for my recovery in next month's.
Don't speak. I don't want to hear your voice, just nod.
Start looking for a shrink you can bribe
to swear under oath he can find absolutely nothing wrong with me.
And stop visiting tattoo-removal websites.
Or I'll do it again...
right here.
[ELEVATOR WHIRRING]
[CLICKING TONGUE]
[DOORKNOB RATTLES]
[BIRD SQUAWKING]
[GUNSHOT]
[###]
[GUNSHOT]
[PANTING]
Ow, ow, ow.
Is that dental floss? Yes.
Oh.
You're gonna sterilize that, right?
Couldn't we just use tape or something?
No.
What?
Thank you. Jesus! Ow!
Drink. Okay.
Just be careful. It's my eye.
Don't move. You're not a doctor.
[INHALES SHARPLY]
[GRUNTS]
[PANTING]
Take off your wet clothes. What?
Yeah. Thank you.
Yeah, I think it has stopped bleeding.
It still fucking hurts, though.
[LOCK CLICKS]
Madness.
I mean, madness. This is fucking madness.
Whew. You're okay, you're okay, you're okay.
Ow. Jesus, that hurts. Fuck.
This is insane. I mean, these people...
Somebody was shooting at me. I mean, it wasn't an accident.
No one's shooting at you now.
You know, I'm pretty sure this is a bad idea.
Why?
I'm old and we work together...
You work with what's-her-name and that's worked out for you.
Yeah, well, I do have some standards, believe it or not.
You need to stop talking.
[###]
Uh... Oh, shit.
[BOTH PANTING]
Do you want me to open the window?
I like working with you. I like working with you too.
It could have been a stray shot. Not by Gunnar.
If he wanted to shoot him, he wouldn't be here.
And then we have poachers. They shoot at anything that moves.
Or he's right, Dirch. What if he is?
This has to stop.
Do you want to stop, Mikael?
Look, I have police reports, photos,
Henrik's notes, my notes, Lisbeth's research.
What I don't have is Vanger Industries' records. That's what I want.
Why? Will you authorize it?
What, the private corporate records? Well, how far back?
Henrik said I could have access to everything. This is what I need.
That's not what he meant. I'll sign a nondisclosure statement.
Just a minute.
I think Henrik would say yes.
That's why he has me, to protect him from himself. It's insane.
What have we got to hide?
After 120 years of business, probably a lot.
If this is what he needs to finish, he should have permission.
What am I looking for?
Any connections between Vanger Industries
and the towns where the women were killed.
And everything about Frode.
[DOOR BUZZES]
[###]
MIKAEL: Your father was taking pictures that day that no one has seen.
I'd like to take a look at them. So ask him.
I was wondering if you could do that. I don't speak to him.
Could you make an exception in my case?
Are you afraid to be in the same room with him?
I'm not saying you shouldn't be.
So you won't help me?
Sorry.
Please?
Are you finished? I need to know where all factories,
offices and projects were from 1949 to 1966.
You already have everything. No, I don't.
Nothing on subsidiary corporations, partnerships or suppliers.
You'll have to do without. Mr. Frode said I have access
to whatever I need. I need this. You have access to this floor.
Call him.
Thank you for seeing me.
Come in.
Tea? Please.
Sven Olov Lindholm.
Me.
Handsome.
HARALD: Birger Furugård.
Me.
Per Engdahl.
But your interest is in my more candid photographic work.
Friends, relations, that kind of thing.
Please.
[###]
"Blom" or "Bloom"?
Blomkvist.
I'm not a recluse.
I don't close my door to anybody.
Thank you.
They just don't visit.
Well...
perhaps if you redecorated.
Hide the past like they do?
Under a thin, shiny veneer?
Like an IKEA table?
I am the most honest of all of them.
The family? Sweden.
HARALD: Landscape?
Some nice landscapes there?
Who is this?
The blurry one.
I can't tell.
Oh, that's Gottfried's boy.
That's Martin. Yeah.
Handsome but useless young man, like his father.
Like his father.
[CLEARS THROAT]
We're closing. Nowhere near finished.
I'm not authorized to stay late. I am.
And I need access to everything, including anything that's locked.
Call Frode.
Leave the keys with the guard.
[SPEAKS IN FOREIGN LANGUAGE]
[###]
[DOOR SLAMS]
Come on.
[LINE BEEPS]
Shit!
[KE YS JINGLING]
[DOOR OPENS]
[WIND WHISTLING]
Martin?
[BJÖRN AFZELIUS' "TANKAR VID 50" PLAYING OVER SPEAKERS]
[VENDING MACHINE WHIRRING]
[WIND WHISTLING]
[SIGHS]
[CAR APPROACHING]
[WIND WHISTLING]
[MIKAEL GRUNTS]
Mikael.
Hi there.
Your evening stroll?
Yes, that's right, I...
How are you? Good.
I stopped by the hospital on my way home.
Henrik asked me to ask you something.
What was that?
Come on in. I'll make you a drink.
[###]
Hello, Martin.
Shut the door. It's quite windy.
What happened to you? When?
Just now.
I, heh, fell in the dark.
You don't have a flashlight? I'll get you one.
I just wasn't being careful, that's all.
[CHUCKLES]
How's the investigation going?
Nothing new to report. No?
Dirch says the girl is really clever.
Maybe she'll turn something up.
Maybe.
Thank you for that.
So, what did he say? What?
You said Henrik asked you to ask me something.
Well, I just did. What?
How's the investigation? Oh, yeah.
That was his question.
Do you hunt?
We should go hunting together sometime.
Sure.
Nothing at all new to report?
No. Nothing.
I can see you're anxious. No.
No, I mean to get home after the walk.
Yeah, well, I suppose I am.
To have dinner with your girlfriend.
Assistant.
We'll have better luck with a gun.
I'm sorry? When we go hunting.
A gun. Rather than a knife.
I want to show you something.
Bring your drink.
Leave my knife.
[###]
To the right.
[LINE RINGING]
MIKAEL [ON RECORDING]: Hi, leave a message. I'll call...
You know what's harder than shooting someone?
Just missing him.
That was a very good shot up at the cabin.
It didn't work. I'm here.
Mikael, it did work. You're here.
[BEEPS]
Inside.
[GRUNTS]
Spilled your drink.
Why didn't you just go home?
May I? Heh.
How did you do it?
What did you find?
[GRUNTS]
We can talk or we can just get on with it.
I found a photograph
no one has seen.
Of? You.
In an Uppsala prep school blazer.
What does that prove?
You lied about where you were that day.
Did I? Or rather, when.
So what? People lie all the time.
It also says that you and Lena Andersson were schoolmates.
Lena.
That was a long time ago.
Where's this photo now? Is it with all the other crap on your desk?
There's a copy on my laptop. There's another copy
on a secure website. Secure website. Ha-ha-ha.
That's a lie.
How much does the girl know?
I hope it's as much as you do.
That'll make it fun.
Where is she?
Stockholm. She went this morning.
That's a lie.
She's at our offices looking at more old crap.
I got a call from our archives manager.
She was very perturbed with this girl Lisbeth.
I like that name.
Lisbeth.
So when Lisbeth leaves, I will get a call from security,
so I can be at your cottage to greet her.
I can't thank you enough for bringing her to me.
Hey, hey.
[###]
So, what do you wanna know?
You're a journalist, ask me questions.
What do I do with the girls?
That's a good question.
Well, before, I do what we're doing:
Sit down, relax, have a drink.
I like that part a lot.
Having a chat when both of you know that one of you is going to die.
And afterwards, I just get rid of them, far out at sea.
Unlike my father, who left them scattered
all over the place, like trophies. That's not very smart, if you ask me.
Well, he was a loud and garish man.
Frankly, he got what he deserved.
You can't be a sloppy technician like that.
You can't drink to excess like he did.
This takes discipline.
It's a science of a thousand details.
The planning, the execution.
It's the cleanup.
I guess I don't have to tell you,
but you're going to create quite a mess here.
[COUGHING]
Shh-shh-shh. Shh.
Let me ask you something.
Why don't people trust their instincts?
They sense something is wrong,
someone is walking too close behind them.
You knew something was wrong.
But you came back into the house.
Did I force you? Did I drag you in? No.
All I had to do was offer you a drink.
It's hard to believe that the fear of offending
can be stronger than the fear of pain, but you know what? It is.
And they always come willingly.
And then they sit there.
They know it's all over, just like you do.
But somehow, they still think they have a chance.
"Maybe if I say the right thing.
Maybe if I'm polite.
If I cry, if I beg."
And when I see the hope draining from their face,
like it is from yours right now,
I can feel myself...
getting hard.
But, you know, we're not that different, you and I. We both have urges.
Satisfying mine
requires more towels.
[ENYA'S "ORINOCO FLOW" PLAYING OVER SPEAKERS]
# Sail away, sail away #
It might amuse you to know
that while you were upstairs having moose with me and Liv,
who, by the way, finds me very conventional,
I had Irina down here in that cage.
Who is Irina, you might ask?
Just another girl.
Just another immigrant whore.
Who misses them? Your sister wasn't.
What?
Your sister Harriet wasn't just another girl.
You found her?
What happened to her?
[GRUNTING]
You killed her.
You useless fucking detective.
[PANTING]
This too tight to talk? Good. I'm tired of talking to you.
[GRUNTING]
# Turn it up, turn it up Turn it up, up, up #
[MIKAEL GASPING]
# Sail away, sail away, sail away #
I've never had a man in here before.
[GASPING]
In fact, I've never touched a man,
except my father.
That was our duty.
Harriet's and mine.
# We can sail, we can sail #
# Sail away, sail away, sail away #
# We can steer, we can near With Rob Dickins at the wheel #
# We can sigh, say goodbye Ross and his dependencies #
Hey.
[YELLS]
# Sail away, sail away #
[GRUNTING AND GASPING]
[PANTING]
# Sail away, sail away, sail away #
# From Bali to Cali Far beneath the Coral Sea ##
There's a gun. There's a gun on the television.
May I kill him? Yeah.
[CAR ENGINE STARTS]
[###]
[TIRES SCREECHING]
[###]
[MARTIN SCREAMING]
[###]
[INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER]
[SIREN WAILING]
[###]
How come a 23-year-old
is a ward of the state?
I'm mentally incompetent and can't manage daily life.
Since when have they said that?
Since I was 12.
What happened when you were 12?
I'm sorry, that's... That's none of my business.
I tried to kill my father.
Burned him alive.
Got about 80 percent of him.
Oh.
I made some coffee.
[COFFEE POURING]
MIKAEL: Who's that? LISBETH: It's Harriet.
I found it in Martin's basement among his souvenirs.
No, Martin didn't deny killing anyone.
But when I mentioned Harriet, he was confused.
He got angry at me because I couldn't tell him what had happened to her.
He didn't kill her.
His father didn't do it. He was dead the year before.
What if she did somehow manage to get away?
I mean, if...
she is still alive,
then there's only one person in this family who'd know where she is.
[SNORING]
[BELL DINGS]
[###]
Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me.
[CAR DOOR OPENS]
Your turn.
Right, um...
Here.
[DOORBELL RINGS]
Hi. Look, I'm sorry to bother you.
What do you want?
Has no one called you? About?
Your cousin Martin.
What about him? He died in a car accident
last Thursday. There's going to be a memorial in Hedestad.
I'm not interested in any memorial.
Well, I understand. What do you understand?
Well, that you don't care very much for your family.
Look, I just thought you should know. Now I know.
[###]
Ahem. How'd it go?
Okay, I think.
She's on.
And she's shopping.
She's still playing solitaire? Hm.
MIKAEL: She hasn't called anyone? No.
MIKAEL: We have her cell phone too?
I was so sure she was gonna lead us to her.
Put your hand back in my shirt.
There's only one reason she hasn't called Harriet.
She can't. Because Harriet is dead.
[LISBETH PANTING]
I was just thinking that...
Just one second. Okay.
[LISBETH MOANING]
[LISBETH SIGHS]
What were you going to say?
I was just thinking, there could be one other possibility.
ANITA: Well, we could, absolutely.
What is it now?
Before he died, your brother hung me from a hook...
Harriet.
MIKAEL: So you sent the flowers.
HARRIET: Yes, I did.
MIKAEL: We found in the Swedish Family Registry that Anita was married.
But the family never knew, did they? No.
So I'm guessing she then came here on her married-name passport,
and you followed on her maiden-name passport.
No, actually, it was the other way around.
She thought that it was safer if I traveled with Spencer myself.
Well, what did he think about that?
Nothing. Only that he loved her.
She said, "If you love me, you'll do this and not ask why."
And he never did.
And they both died 20 years ago.
Car accident.
You found that out too.
Is that you?
I was 14 the first time he raped me.
Martin.
No, my father.
Martin only started after he had died.
Well, why didn't you tell somebody? I did. My mother.
Henrik would've done something. I almost told him.
But I was afraid because of what I'd done.
I, uh... You still don't understand, do you?
A year after the first time,
and there were many times during that year,
my father got drunker than usual one night
and he started bragging about the women he'd killed.
He quoted from the Bible as he tore my clothes off.
He tied a belt around my neck.
He wanted to kill me.
[SNIFFLES]
I, um... I got out of the house.
I went down to the dock.
He came staggering after me.
I could never fight him off in a small space,
but out in the open,
I was strong enough to deal with an old drunk.
When it was over...
I looked up and Martin was standing there, staring at me.
And all I'd accomplished was substitute one for another.
A couple of months later, Henrik sent Martin to school in Uppsala.
And I thought that maybe, just maybe, the nightmare was finally over.
And then I saw him the day of the parade,
across the street.
And I knew that it would never be over.
So how did you escape?
Anita. She...
She insisted that I leave everything behind.
If I took anything the police might have suspected that I was still alive.
As everyone ate dinner, I was no more than 20 meters away from them.
I spent the night there. That's when the search started.
In the morning, she came to get me.
I'd grown up with that bridge as my link to home,
but all I could think is,
if I could just get away from them,
just get past the police,
then I might be safe.
And I was.
Until you showed up.
You're safe now.
How did you get away?
Someone saved me too.
MIKAEL: How are you feeling? I'm fine.
Thank you, Anna.
I made you a promise,
whether you found anything or not.
So, what do you have to tell me?
VANGER: What's this?
Hello, Henrik.
[SOBBING]
FRODE: I barely remember Wennerström working here, much less being fired.
How could you? It was such a long time ago,
which is kind of more to the point than the money he embezzled from you.
You're referring to the statute of limitations,
but I had no idea this is what Henrik was holding out.
If I had, I never would've let him bring you up here.
He wasn't trying to deceive you.
He knows you can't try somebody 35 years after the event.
I like Henrik, but he knows that. A man's reputation means something.
He believes that. He thought you could destroy Wennerström
in the court of public opinion. The court of public opinion
celebrates people's bad behavior. He's an elderly man.
He promised me Wennerström's carcass on a plate.
This isn't even the plate.
I can't do anything with this. Yes, of course.
What happened with Wennerström?
How did he get you?
I was stupid. I heard something. I got it from an anonymous source,
who I'm now sure was one of Wennerström's lackeys.
It was fake.
Which he easily proved in court.
You were emphatic that the way I looked into your life
was illegal and immoral. Would you feel the same about Wennerström?
Go on. I did some work on my own on him
before you hired me. I haven't looked at it all
because you and Harriet-fucking-Vanger
have kept me busy.
But I may have something.
You may have something?
Maybe.
MIKAEL: They launder money from arms and drug sales
and crime syndicates in Russia.
And that money accounts for all but 5 percent of his holdings.
The rest ends up in accounts in the Cayman Islands.
And how do you know this? This time you don't want to know.
This time I do want to know.
I have access to his computer,
and his accountant's and lawyer's. And how do you have that?
I could've gotten it from a source inside the company.
You didn't. But that's what you'll say.
And what will you say to me?
Well, that depends if you really want to know.
I do. Mikael, how did you get access?
[DOOR OPENS]
[HELMET CLATTERING]
[BLENDER WHIRRING]
Financial journalist Mikael Blomkvist, who, this time last year was convicted of libel
[KNOCKING ON DOOR]
In a Stockholm courtroom,
doesn't seem to have learned from his mistakes.
Or maybe he has.
In the current issue of Millennium magazine, he now charges
the company that sued him, the Wennerström Group
MIKAEL: The shit hits the fan.
Of criminal activities on a global scale.
What happens now?
Well, he'll say it's a personal vendetta, which won't wash.
The police will investigate, FI will investigate.
It'll go to court. Maybe he'll go to prison.
You think?
Probably not.
These guys never do.
[SHOWER RUNNING]
[SHOUT OUT LOUDS' "A TRACK AND A TRAIN" PLAYING OVER SPEAKERS]
# But here it comes at last #
# And my heart Beats faster than safe ##
What's wrong with you?
It's embarrassing. Tell me.
I need to borrow some money. Oh.
Fifty thousand.
I have a chance to make an investment. It's a smart, safe investment.
I really don't think I've got 50,000. Yes, you do.
You have 65,000 in your two accounts.
I'm sorry that I know that.
You'll get the money back, I promise.
Okay.
You want a coffee?
[###]
These allegations, like the last one from this so-called journalist,
are as ridiculous as they are untrue.
I'll be seeing Mr. Blomkvist in court again, and I'm looking forward to it.
What about his documentation?
Fabricated. All of it.
NEWSCASTER [ON TV]: The Securities Fraud Office isn't quite as certain
as Mr. Wennerström of that.
WOMAN: If a fraction of what Mr. Blomkvist alleges proves to be true,
not only will there be a securities investigation,
but an organized-crime inquiry as well.
REPORTER 1: Mr. Blomkvist names no sources.
WOMAN: And we can't force him to. But we can look for them.
REPORTER 1: Beginning where?
WOMAN: Those closest to Mr. Wennerström.
Only someone in the inner circle of a corporation like this
has access to this kind of information.
Mr. Wennerström isn't available for comment,
but I'll be happy to answer questions.
REPORTER 2: Where is he? LAWYER: At home, I imagine.
REPORTER 2: No, he's not. Has he left the country?
I don't, uh, think so.
[BOTH SPEAK INDISTINCTLY]
[BEEPS]
Okay. Thank you. Thank you.
Welcome to the Dolder Grand, miss. May I have your passport, please?
NEWSCASTER [ON TV]: With his failure to appear
before a Security Exchange Commission panel,
a warrant has been issued for the Wennerström Group CEO.
WOMAN: I can confirm that he left Sweden
on a private jet that landed in Paris last week.
Whether he's still there, we don't know.
He can be anywhere by now.
[###]
Thank you.
I have accounts at Bank of Kroenenfeld, Cayman Islands.
I'd like to transfer them and convert to bonds.
Naturally, you have the clearing codes.
Naturally.
How many accounts will you transfer?
Thirty.
Oh. This will take some time.
You will receive 4 percent commission.
I will. Then it won't be a waste of it.
REPORTER [ON TV]: A Swedish tourist vacationing here in Barbados
says he knows where fugitive financier Hans-Erik Wennerström is:
Here, in this Caribbean island's capital, Bridgetown.
Police released this photo and believe it is the disgraced billionaire.
Uh, how many of these would you like to convert for deposit?
All 50, into five accounts.
[CLEARS THROAT]
[KE YPAD CLACKING]
Yes. That looks correct.
[DIALING]
[###]
[WOMAN SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY OVER PA]
REPORTER [ON TV]: The man who is now being called Sweden's Charles Ponzi
may no longer have a country to call home,
but does have enough money to buy one.
According to the International Banking Commission,
Wennerström, a week after the Millennium article appeared
on newsstands, began emptying accounts
at Bank of Kroenenfeld in the Cayman Islands.
That money, approximately 2 billion euros,
was then spread over a number of accounts
with the help of this confederate, seen here in Zurich.
Hey. Hey.
The money I borrowed. Already?
Mm.
Thank you.
Hm?
No, I quit.
It was a good investment?
It was okay.
What are you doing later?
I'm seeing my daughter.
Hm. Okay.
You look nice.
[WOMEN LAUGHING IN DISTANCE]
It's Christmas again.
I'll see you soon.
REPORTER [ON TV]: Mr. Wennerström won the libel case...
You got that call in the office.
I miss our meetings.
I'm sure you don't. Why would you?
I was always such a headache for you.
Never showing up with good news, only problems.
I have good news now.
I made a friend.
I mean, one that you'd approve of.
I'm happy.
REPORTER [ON TV]: A man who authorities here in Marbella have confirmed
is fugitive Hans-Erik Wennerström, shot three times in the head
in what police are calling a classic gangland execution.
The investigation into Wennerström's ties
to crime organizations worldwide will now turn into speculation.
Which of them caught up with him before Swedish authorities could?
Wennerström spent the last days of his flamboyant life...
[###]
It's nice. Your father?
A friend. Must be a very good friend.
MIKAEL: We're late. ERIKA: Fashionably late.
[MIKAEL & ERIKA SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY]
[ERIKA LAUGHS]
# Just one step at a time #
# And closer to destiny #
[HOW TO DESTRO Y ANGELS' "IS YOUR LOVE STRONG ENOUGH" PLAYING]
# I knew at a glance #
# There would always be A chance for me #
# With someone I could live for #
# Nowhere I would rather be #
# Is your love strong enough? #
# Like a rock in the sea #
# Am I asking too much? #
# Is your love strong enough? #
# Just one beat of your heart #
# And stranger than fantasy #
# I knew from the start #
# It had to be the place for me #
# Someone that I would die for #
# There's no way I could ever leave #
# Is your love strong enough? #
# Like a rock in the sea #
# Am I asking too much? #
# Is your love strong enough? #
# Just one beat of your heart #
# Is your love strong enough? #
# Just one beat of your heart #
# Is your love strong enough? #
# Just one beat of your heart #
# Is your love strong enough? #
# Just one beat ##