The Girl Who Played with Fire (Flickan som lekte med elden / Pigen der leget med ilden) Millennium Part 2

Stieg Larsson's The Girl Who Played With Fire

Hello. Welcome...

Come here... That's much better.

Are you going to be good?

Be good to me, and I'll be good to you.

Too late...

Sub by: shreyashjit Thanks to 'kartz24'

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?

- Is she still abroad? - Most likely.

Bjurman...

I'll be in touch.

Assessment Report

You're supposed to file glowing monthly reports.

- I do... - Every month!

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

File 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 have that tattoo removed, I'll carve one into your forehead.

- Have I made myself clear? - Yes.

Is that you, Zala? Nils Bjurman here...

You're interested in the police report on Lisbeth Salander.

I've got it in a safe place.

I'll let you have it, if you take care of Salander first.

She has a DVD that belongs to me.

The report is yours when I get the DVD back.

She's back in Sweden, so it shouldn't be hard to find her.

Are you still seeing her? Lisbeth Salander.

No, I haven't seen her for a year. I don't know why...

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

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

- Dag who? - The guy with that trafficking story.

The Eastern European girls.

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

- Fit... - Fit?

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

My girlfriend got me started, Mia's a 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 customers.

One is a member of the Justice Dept who helped draft the sex trade laws.

Three policemen; one from Vice, one from the Secret Police...

Five lawyers, a judge and a DA.

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

Crimes against these girls are not a concern.

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

- How far have you gotten? - The research is done.

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

Hang on...

Careless fact checking earned me 3 months in prison.

Anyone we finger

must have a chance to comment.

Don't worry, my documentation is airtight.

I think it sounds great...

Okay...

We don't pay much, but we can offer you a two-month contract.

And a desk right here.

- Does that sound all right? - 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. - Thanks!

Sandström?

Sandström...

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

But we do, you see.

Hello, Armansky.

May I come in?

More than a year...

Why are you here? Do you need a job?

Do you work somewhere else?

I've been out traveling, I just got back.

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

Most recently, I spent time in the Caribbean.

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 tried 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 whether 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.

And now...

How's it going...

with your new... guardian? Bjurman...

He's okay... Everything's fine.

What about your... declaration of incompetency?

I'll take care of it, it's not your responsibility any more.

I'm too old... Too old...

- A stupid old man. - Yeah, when you say stuff like that.

I thought you were dead or something.

Or something...

Didn't see much of you before you left.

I was busy.

I'm glad you're back.

Only you would dare show up after 18 months of dead silence

and ask if I want to fuck.

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?

- Are you going to move? - I already have.

I can't afford...

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

- 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 do you live? - Somewhere else.

Can I come and visit?

No, not right 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 deal.

- 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.

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

So-so. I'm trying to get hold of one of those johns, the Secret Police guy:

Gunnar Björck. Only it's like he's vanished into thin air.

It's hopeless...

- So, what have you got? - A post office box address.

- Try the lottery trick. - What?

The lottery trick, you send a letter

saying he's won, say,

a super-deluxe cell phone.

And that he can win a hundred grand if he takes part in a market survey.

- Is that legal? - Giving away a cell phone?

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

Hi there, honey. Sorry I'm late.

- We go to press next week... - Are you the only reporter there?

They all work like dogs, but I'm not as fast as they are.

Micke's started confronting the johns.

They practically shit their pants when he...

Fresh from the printers.

So it's finished?

"From Russia with Love,

Organized Crime,

Trafficking and Society's Response" by Mia Bergman.

- That's me! - My girlfriend. Wow...

This calls for a celebration. Give me a kiss...

It's done.

Hey, turn.

Why does Annika get the compliment?

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

Mikael, why are you still single?

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.

- Then marry her. - I would, but she's already married.

- Hi, can you talk? - I'm at my sister's.

- With a platoon of her in-laws. - Sounds nice.

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

Mia and I are going on a trip, so I was wondering...

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

- I'll be leaving soon. - I can give you a ride.

- I'll drop by. - Great. One last thing...

I need information on a gangster called "Zala".

Tell Micke I called him "Anton" in my thesis.

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

I have this gut feeling that it's important.

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

Two minutes...

- Is something wrong? - It sounded like gunfire...

Dag?

Hello?

- You called the police, right? - Yes...

- Did you see anything at all? - No... I just found them.

Something like ten minutes after...

- Did you see a possible suspect? - No...

Maybe the neighbors saw something.

Do you live here?

No, I was going to...

I came here to see them...

Okay... I'll be back.

Mr. Blomkvist, can we ask you some questions?

Shame on you!

The victims were a journalist and a criminologist.

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

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

The girl was working on her PhD...

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

- Hans Faste, Jerker Holmberg... - Sonja Modig.

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