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

- 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!

...Iit appeared that a large sum has been withdrawn

from an account in the Cayman Islands.

Lisbeth.

THE GIRL WHO PLAYED WITH FIRE

PART 3

Sandstrom!

Sandstrom!

- 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 Bjérck.

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 lan 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!

- 1 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 Hammujarvi. - 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-Ake Sandstrém.

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

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

Per-Ake Sandstrém 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...