THE GIRL WITH THE DRAGON TATTOO
1 EXT. SWEDEN - DAY 1
A Christmas card vista is spoiled by a black line of
railroad tracks stitched onto the snowy landscape like a
scar pointing north to icy desolation. A phone rings -
2 EXT. CABIN - ESTABLISHING A2
2 INT. CABIN - LAKE SILJAN - DAY 2
An elderly man who lives alone in this rustic cabin -
a retired policeman - regards the phone, both expecting
and dreading the call. He picks up the receiver.
What kind is it?
I don't know. White.
And the frame?
Same as last time.
3 INT. VANGER'S STUDY - SAME TIME 3
Henrik Vanger - at 82, even older than Morell - listens
to the silence from his end of the line in a wood-paneled
room as baronial as the policeman's was spartan.
I can't take it anymore.
I know. I'm sorry, Henrik.
There's nothing more to say. Vanger sets the receiver
down and regards a dried white flower in a 6" x 11" frame
resting on the brown paper it was wrapped and mailed in.
It's somehow ominous, like the dark storm clouds that now
burst outside -
4 INT. COURTHOUSE - STOCKHOLM - DAY 4
Mikael Blomkvist - 40's - regards the gauntlet of
reporters he'll have to pass to get out of the building.
As he strides toward them, microphones and cameras swing
in his direction. Without stopping -
What is this, the media event of the
Don't try to play it down, Mikael, it
Don't try to play it up, that won't
4A EXT. COURTHOUSE - STOCKHOLM - DAY - CONTINUOUS 4A
Feeling a bit like he's fleeing the scene of a crime,
which in a way he is, Blomkvist steps outside opening his
umbrella. A couple of the reporters come out after him -
Will you appeal?
I'll appeal to you, Viggo: Find a
real story to cover.
He hurries off in the rain.
Financial journalist Mikael Blomkvist
was found guilty today on 16 counts
of aggravated libel against financier
5 INT. CAFE - STOCKHOLM - DAY 5
At a table with a pre-made sandwich and cup of coffee,
and a long court judgement, Blomkvist watches himself
fleeing the reporters on the cafe's TV. He's the only
one there who watches it - no one else is interested -
which only makes it worse.
In an article published earlier
this year, Blomkvist claimed
Wennerstrom - founder and president
of The Wennerstrom Group - used State
funds intended for industrial
development in Poland for an arms
deal with the right-wing Ustashe in
The report cuts to a shot of Wennerstrom outside the
courthouse in an Armani suit, surrounded by his legal
team, confidently addressing the reporters -
WENNERSTROM ON TV
I have nothing against Mr.
Blomkvist. He's a good journalist
who I don't believe is guided by
malice. But what he wrote was
inaccurate, and inaccuracies can't go
unanswered. He - all journalists -
have to accept like the rest of us,
actions have consequences.
Done with his sandwich, Blomkvist goes to the counter.
Marlboro Red ... and a lighter.
6 EXT. CAFE - MOMENTS LATER - DAY 6
He comes out tamping the pack. Extracts a cigarette.
Tosses the pack in a sidewalk trash bin. Flicks at the
lighter but can't get it to fire in the wind and rain.
Hunches his body around it, coaxes it to life.
TV NEWSCASTER V/O
Blomkvist was ordered to pay 600
thousand SKE in damages and all court
costs, which could be significantly
He takes a long drag that dizzies him. A wonderful
feeling. He regards the trash bin. Fishes around it,
finds the pack, puts it in his coat pocket.
7 EXT. MILLENNIUM OFFICES, STOCKHOLM - DAY - ESTABLISHING 7
8 INT. MILLENNIUM'S OFFICES - DAY 8
He comes through past Christmas decorations and a mostly-
young staff. They try not to regard him as a dead-man-
walking, but aren't entirely successful. He enters the
Where you been?
Erika Berger is about Blomkvist's age, and - like the
IKEA furniture - sends a mixed message: a feminist in a
He sits, exhausted and depressed, in a cheap Poang chair.
TV4 called. I told them no
statement until we've read the
judgment in its entirety.
I have. Who else?
Everyone who's ever wanted to see
You've been on the phone all day
I'm as much to blame for this as you.
You are? You wrote it?
I read it. I ran it.
Not the same.
Our credibility isn't dead, Mikael.
They regard each other in another silence. Then -
I'm tired. I feel like climbing
under a duvet and sleeping for a
He thinks about it ... shakes his head `no.'
I already called Greger and told him
I wouldn't be home tonight.
9 EXT. STOCKHOLM - SAME TIME - DAY 9
A motorcycle dives down a driveway that burrows under a
10 INT. ARMANSKY'S OFFICE - MILTON SECURITY - DAY 10
Dragan Armansky, 40's, who looks more like a boss of a
New Jersey crime family than CEO of a high-tech security
firm, sits behind his desk, waiting with an older client.
It's possible we could wait forever.
You called her, I thought. You spoke
I'm afraid that doesn't mean much.
I don't understand.
No one here likes her. So it's
better if she works at home.
But you told her I wanted to meet
But I've told her many more times I
prefer her not to meet clients.
11 INT. MILTON SECURITY - SAME TIME - DAY 11
The figure from the motorcycle crosses the lobby. From
behind we can't see him/her well, but can see wary looks
from others emerging from and getting into the elevator.
But you like her.
Very much. She's one of the best
investigators I have. As you saw
from her report -
12 INT. ARMANSKY'S OFFICE - SAME TIME - CONTINUED 12
The report on Armansky's desk is 200 pages long.
INSERT: Printed on its cover: Mikael Blomkvist, a case
number and, smaller, its author, Lisbeth Salander.
I'm concerned you won't like her.
In what way.
In every way.
13 INT. MILTON SECURITY - STOCKHOLM - SAME TIME - DAY 13
The black-clad figure - from behind again - strides past
coworkers who look away.
14 INT. ARMANSKY'S OFFICE - SAME TIME - CONTINUED 14
Ms. Salander's here.
Armansky breathes a defeated sigh, taps the intercom
button twice to say `okay, let her in.'
Lisbeth Salander walks in: A small, pale, anorexic-
looking waif in her early 20's. Short black-dyed hair -
pierced eyelid - tattoo of a wasp on her neck; probably
several more under her black leather jacket - black t-
shirt, black jeans, black Caterpillar boots.
Frode is only middlingly successful in concealing his
initial reaction to her. This isn't punk fashion. This
is someone saying, Stay the fuck away from me.
Lisbeth, Mr. Dirch Frode.
How do you do?
She doesn't shake Frode's hand, but does address him:
Something wrong with the report?
No. It seems quite thorough.
There's a wealth of data here. But
I'm also interested to know what's
not in it.
There's nothing not in it.
Your opinion of him isn't.
I'm not paid to give my opinion.
So you don't have one?
Salander sends Armansky a weary look. His look back
begs her not to say anything unpleasant. Eventually -
He's clean. In my opinion.
He's - excuse me?
He's honest. He's who he presents
himself to be. In his business,
that's an asset.
There's less in his asset column
after his conviction today.
That's true. He made a fool of
himself with that. If it happened
Frode looks at Armansky. What's that supposed to mean?
If he made up the story, that's
out of character. So is giving up
without a fight. People don't do
things that are out of character.
Are you saying he was set up?
That wasn't part of my assignment.
And, apparently, she has no opinion on it either.
You're quite right he made a fool of
himself professionally. How big of a
fool did he make of himself
The judgement will just about empty
This seems to please Frode more than anything else that
has been said, and Salander sees it.
May I go?
Your report is light in another
area. His personal life. Anything
you chose not to include?
Nothing that warranted inclusion.
I'm not sure if that means yes or no.
I think what Ms. Salander means, and
I agree, is that everyone has a right
to a certain amount of privacy, even
when they're being investigated.
Not in this case. I have to know
if there's anything about him I might
find unsavory - even if she doesn't.
Armansky's look to her at once apologizes for Frode, and
encourages her to speak. She finally relents but puts no
more spin on it than any other piece of raw data -
He's had a long sexual relationship
with his co-editor. It wrecked his
marriage, but not hers. Her husband
accepts it. Sometimes she sleeps at
Blomkvist's, sometimes at home.
Frode thinks about that, perhaps imagining how much
simpler his own life would be with such an arrangement.
You were right not to include that.
Please think before you say no.
I don't want to be surprised by
Salander offers nothing more.
So. Nothing else. In the personal
department. You're sure.
He likes sandwiches.
A15 EXT. BLOMKVIST'S APARTMENT - ESTABLISHING A15
15 INT. BLOMKVIST'S APARTMENT - NIGHT 15
Blomkvist isn't sentimental, but does have a few framed
snapshots: his daughter, his sister, and one with Erika -
in their 20's - in which he's wearing a black leather
She wakes up alone in his bed. Pads to the darkened
living room to find him typing on his laptop, a half-
eaten sandwich and glass of water next to it.
Usually when I wake up in a cold
bed, it's at home.
What are you doing?
Writing the press release.
You're taking over as publisher.
You're sorry for any nuisance
Wennerstrom was caused. I can't be
reached for comment.
You're giving up.
Just taking a few steps aside.
This makes me sick.
16 OMIT: INT. BOOKSTORE - STOCKHOLM - DAY 16
17 INT. MCDONALD'S - STOCKHOLM - DAY 17
Salander sits alone at a table waiting for someone with
a coffee and a gift haphazardly wrapped with a Christmas
bow, the price tag still on it, a paperback book - My 60
Memorable Games, by Bobby Fischer. She notices the price
tag is still on it. Peels it off. Dials a call on her
cell. Hangs up when it goes to voice mail.
A18 EXT. PALMGREN'S APARTMENT - ESTABLISHING A18
18 INT. PALMGREN'S APARTMENT - STOCKHOLM - DAY 18
She knocks on a door. Hears classical music playing
softly inside, but no one answers. She tries the door.
It's unlocked. The gift in hand, she pushes it open.
She comes into an apartment which looks like it could
belong to a professor. Sees a chess piece on the floor.
Then a trail of them that lead her to an overturned chess
table and, next to it, a body.
The gash on the old man's head could have been caused
by a fall into the corner of the table, or from a blow to
it. She quickly tries to determine if he's breathing.
Calls for an ambulance.
19 INT. BLOMKVIST'S APARTMENT - STOCKHOLM - EVENING 19
It's doubtful there's a stranger Christmas gathering
going on anywhere in the world. Standing around with
Blomkvist; his teenage daughter Pernilla; his sister
Annika and her Italian husband; Erika and her weirdly
understanding artist husband Greger, whose arm is around
her waist; a few other friends (and perhaps lovers).
You needed a better attorney. You
needed your sister.
As she hoped.
Never a good idea mixing family and
And I still would have lost.
Did you have ... anything on him.
I had a lot. It just wasn't any
It wasn't even about Mikael. It
was Wennerstrom sending a message to
the press as a whole - and the FSA:
Don't ask questions.
Blomkvist's daughter seems concerned for him.
I'm fine, Nilla. You don't have to
worry about me.
About all that money.
20 INT. SODER HOSPITAL - STOCKHOLM - NIGHT 20
Outside the ICU, Salander sits on the floor like a dog
who won't leave the spot its master told it to wait. For
the first time since we've met her, she looks vulnerable.
The doors swing open. A doctor steps out. Salander gets
up to hear his report -
You're Mr. Palmgren's daughter?
His ward. He doesn't have a
The doctor isn't sure then if he should talk to her.
21 INT. ICU - SODER HOSPITAL - LATER - NIGHT 21
Not allowed to go inside, she peers through glass at
Palmgren, who is unaware of her, or the nurse attending
him, or even himself. A spiderweb of tubes emerge from
his neck and wrists; oxygen tubes from his nostrils.
He's had severe cerebral
hemorrhaging. Either from the
fall itself, or a stroke that led to
the fall. His blood pressure is
still high. I'm hopeful he'll regain
consciousness, but that's not
assured. And it's possible, if he
does, there will be neurological
22 OMIT: INT. METRO - MOVING - STOCKHOLM - NIGHT 22
23 INT. BLOMKVIST'S APARTMENT - STOCKHOLM - NIGHT 23
They're around the dinner table now, passing platters
around. Blomkvist notices his daughter's head is bowed
in silent prayer.
Nilla? What are you doing?
You're not serious.
Dragon Tattoo Final 9/1/11 SZ
I don't want to talk about it since
I know you won't approve.
(she doesn't say)
Light of Life.
Light of - what?
(she doesn't repeat it)
What is that?
You think it's all senseless but it
isn't. It's more natural to believe
in something than not to.
She begins eating. Blomkvist stares at her, feeling a
little sick. A cell phone rings. No one can tell - as
you never can - whose it is, and so all pull them out.
Looking back at his daughter with some concern, he steps
away to take the call.
Forgive me for intruding on your
Christmas. My name is Dirch Frode.
I'm an attorney. I represent Henrik
Vanger. Perhaps you've heard of
He'd like to speak to you about a
You know, you're calling at an
I'm sorry. I'm about to sit down to
Christmas dinner myself.
That's not what I mean.
You're referring to your recent
legal trouble. That has provided Mr.
Vanger with some entertainment.
He doesn't care for Wennerstrom
Frode, in his polite, deliberate way, is reeling
Blomkvist in like a perch.
Have him call me.
He'd like to meet in person if that's
okay. Up north. Hedestad.
He's much too old to make a trip to
Stockholm, Mr. Blomkvist. Please.
If you'd be so kind as to consider.
Blomkvist isn't sure what to do, or say.
Hedestad is lovely in winter. Like a
23A INT. METRO - MOVING - STOCKHOLM - MORNING 23A
Salander rides a crowded underground train, but feels
even more cut off from the people around her than usual;
24 EXT. NORRLAND COAST - DAY 24
A passenger train, barely visible in a severe snowstorm,
makes its way north. This is no Christmas card.
24A INT. SJ TRAIN - MOVING - DAY 24A
Blomkvist stares out at the bleak, northern landscape.
25 EXT. TRAIN STATION - HEDESTAD - DAY 25
Blomkivist disembarks to find Frode - who he can only
assume is Frode - beyond a veil of snow, waving to him
from outside a Mercedes. Unlike Blomkvist, he's dressed
for this God-awful weather in a fur-collared topcoat.
26 INT/EXT. MERCEDES / HEDESTAD - DAY 26
Frode's Mercedes comes across a long bridge linking the
old industrial town to a rocky island.
First time in Hedestad?
And last, I'm sure.
It's lovely in the spring.
You said it was lovely in winter.
This is unseasonable.
I'll be on the 4:30 train back to
Unless we get snowed in ... I'm
joking. You'll be home tonight, if
that's what you wish.
27 INT/EXT. MERCEDES - HEDEBY ISLAND - DAY 27
The car comes up a long, bare-tree-lined drive, leading
to a stately manor. As Frode and Blomkvist climb out, a
distant gunshot echoes, but neither Frode nor the old man
who appears at the front door of the manor pays it any
attention; just someone hunting.
Welcome. Come inside. It's warm.
28 INT. VANGER MANOR - DAY 28
It is warm inside. There are fires in the fireplaces.
And Vanger himself is warm in nature, yet speaks quickly
as they come through the house -
Thank you for coming way out here.
Anna, take Mr. Blomkvist's
insufficient coat. Would you like to
freshen up? We'll be having dinner
later. For now, hot tea is waiting.
Unless you'd like a drink instead.
What would you like?
Mr. Blomkvist would like to be on the
4:30 train back to Stockholm.
I can't stay for dinner.
Vanger looks thoroughly disappointed. Or hurt.
Oh. I guess I'd better be quick
then. Thank you, Dirch. Mikael,
29 INT. VANGER'S STUDY - DAY 29
Tea service and pastries on a coffee table separate
Blomkvist from Vanger, whose elderly frame is in danger
of being swallowed up by a wing-back chair.
What do you know about me?
That you used to run one of the
biggest industrial firms in the
Used to. That's correct.
There are framed black and white photographs on a wall -
factories and trains figuring into all of them.
My grandfather forged the tracks
the 4:30 train will take you home on -
and most of the other pre-state-owned
rail lines. We stitched this
country together. We made the steel
and milled the lumber that built
You know what our most profitable
product now is?
Blomkvist imagines he's meant to offer a wistful shrug.
I'm not obsessed with the declining
health of the company, but I am with
the settling of accounts - and the
clock is ticking. I need your help.
Officially, assisting me with my
memoirs. But what you'd really be
doing is solving a mystery. And
you'd do that by doing what you do so
well - this recent legal mishap of
yours notwithstanding. You'd be
investigating thieves, misers,
bullies, and malcontents - the most
detestable collection of people
you'll ever meet ... my family.
A30 EXT. SALANDER'S APARTMENT - ESTABLISHING A30
30 INT. SALANDER'S APARTMENT - DAY 30
She exhumes an unwashed bowl from a sinkful of dirty
dishes, fills it with tap water without rinsing it, dumps
a packet of ramen noodles in, puts it in a microwave.
She takes a Coke can from an anemically-stocked fridge
to a desk in her so-called living room, a clutter of full
ashtrays, fast food wrappers, empty soda cans, paperwork,
The only things of any value here are her MacBook and
several external hard drives.
NOTE: Changes below are INSERTS only:
She types Dirch Frode in the search window. Clicks on
the top result which takes her to Frode's bio on Vanger
Industries' site with its distinctive V.I. logo.
His official company photo accompanies his profile:
Uppsala University Law School ... Assistant Counsel,
Vanger Industries, 1965-1972 ... Head Counsel, 1972-
She types in another search - Hans-Erik Wennerstrom.
Clicks on his Wikipedia page, which shows a photo of him
alongside his bio. She skims it -
President of the investment firm, Wennerstrom-gruppen ...
personal wealth of 12 billion dollars (80 billion kronor)
... 82-foot yacht, villa on the island of Varmdo ...
She does a third search, types:
Wennerstrom+Vanger Industries - and hits the `cached'
There are only a couple of results that include both
terms. She goes to one of them, a body of text of some
old page with the cached terms highlighted in yellow and
blue, and reads -
... Hans-Erik Wennerstrom, CPA, Vanger Industries
Accounting Dept., 1971-1972 ...
31 EXT. HEDEBY ISLAND - DAY - 1960 31
The children of the "thieves, misers, bullies and
incompetents" play on a beach. A shutter blinks freezing
a 12-year-old girl in foreground in black and white -
This is Harriet. The granddaughter
of my brother Richard.
32 INT. VANGER'S STUDY - DAY 32
The same photograph of Harriet in a photo album Vanger
Richard, who I may as well start
with to get it out of the way, was a
Nazi of the first order - joining the
Nationalist Socialist Freedom League
when he was 17.
A page in the album turns to reveal a photo of a young
man in a uniform with a Nazi pin.
Isn't it interesting how fascists
always steal the word freedom.
(Blomkvist checks his watch)
The 4:30. Yes. Okay. Anyway,
Richard died a martyr to the Nazi
cause in 1940 - missed all the real
excitement - but not the opportunity
to regularly beat his wife Margareta
and their son, Gottfried.
We see photos of Gottfried, a handsome young man.
Now, Gottfried - Harriet's father -
was what people used to call a Good-
They're still called that.
Are they? Okay.
INSERT: Close on a photo of Gottfried.
He was a charmer, a ladies man, a
drunk. In other words, a born
salesman - which is what he did for
the company - traveling around,
taking clients out to dinner and so
Someone has to do it.
That's right. Anyway, he died in
1965. Drowned. Drunk. Here on the
A studio photo: Gottfried with his wife and two children.
His wife Isabella - who was pretty
much useless before as a parent -
became even more so after his death -
which is when I began looking after
their children - Martin - who runs
Vanger Industries now that I'm
retired - and Harriet.
A photo of a much younger Vanger and 15-year-old Harriet.
She was bright and curious, a
winning combination in any person.
Vanger nods as he regards the photo ...
Something happened to her?
Vanger nods again; is silent for several moments ...
Someone in the family murdered
Harriet and for the last forty years
has been trying to drive me insane.
33 OMIT: INT. SALANDER'S APARTMENT - STOCKHOLM - DAY 33
34 EXT. TRAIN STATION - HEDESTAD - DUSK 34
The 4:30 train leaves the station without Blomkvist.
35 INT. VANGER'S STUDY - DUSK 35
Anna gathers the cups and leaves with the tea tray.
It was September 21st, 1966. A
Saturday. Harriet was 16.
36 EXT. VANGER ESTATE - DAY - 1966 36
Three generations of Vangers dot the grounds.
My brothers - along with their
wives, children and grandchildren -
had gathered here for our loathsome
annual board meeting and dinner. It
was also the day the Yacht Club held
its Autumn parade.
37 EXT. HEDESTAD - DAY - 1966 37
And we see the parade, and, among the spectators lining
the town's main street, Harriet with other teenage girls.
Harriet and a couple of school
friends had gone into town to watch
it. She returned a little after two
38 INT. VANGER'S PARLOR - DAY - 1966 38
A clock in the room reads, 2:10. Vanger and a few family
members sip afternoon cocktails. Harriet appears.
She came to the parlor. She asked
if she could talk to me. I honestly
don't remember what I was doing that
I thought was more important, but I
told her to give me a few minutes.
She leaves. He returns to the others in the room.
But in a few minutes, before I could
go upstairs to talk to her, something
39 EXT. HEDEBY ISLAND - DAY - 1966 39
A car and a fuel truck, both going too fast, collide on
the bridge. The truck rolls onto its side crushing the
car and spewing gasoline.
The accident had nothing to do with
Harriet - and everything.
40 INT. VANGER'S FAMILY ROOM - DAY - 1966 40
Vanger and the others react to the noise of the crash.
Out the large window they can see the bridge and many of
those on the grounds trotting down to get a closer look.
It was chaos as everyone dropped what
they were doing.
41 EXT. THE BRIDGE - DAY - 1966 41
People and vehicles converge on both sides of the bridge.
Police, an ambulance, fire brigade,
reporter, photographer and onlookers
quickly arrived from town, as those
of us on the island - the family -
hurried to the bridge from our side.
The truck driver has managed to climb out of his cab, but
the other motorist is trapped.
The driver of the car - a Mr.
Aronsson - was pinned and severely
injured. All we could do was try to
pry him out with our hands - since
metal tools could spark.
A local newspaper photographer and another man, snap
pictures as Vanger and others try without success to pry
the injured driver from his car. As the chaos ensues -
About twenty minutes after the crash,
Harriet was in the kitchen. Anna
herself saw her.
42 INT. KITCHEN - VANGER MANOR - DAY - 1966 42
Anna glances to Harriet as she comes in, then back out
the window to the bridge. Harriet passes a clock that
reads 2:35, steps outside, walks toward the woods ...
43 EXT. THE BRIDGE - DUSK - 1966 43
As the sun sets, Vanger and the others on the bridge make
progress extracting the driver from the car. A young man
coming from the town side takes off his jacket to help.
We finally got poor Aronsson out of
his car and off to the hospital, and
those of us on our side drifted back
to the house.
44 INT. VANGER MANOR - NIGHT - 1966 44
The family has assembled at a long dining table.
The sun was down, the excitement
over, we sat down to dinner. That's
when I noticed Harriet wasn't there.
Vanger considers an empty chair as everyone else,
including the young man from the bridge, his jacket
draped on his chair, passes platters of food around.
And she wasn't there the next
morning. Or the next. Or the next
44A OMIT: INT. VANGER MANOR - NIGHT 44A
45 INT. VANGER'S MANOR - DUSK - PRESENT DAY 45
Vanger has the same look of concern on his face now as he
leads Blomkvist up some stairs.
What was she going to tell me? Why
didn't I make time for her? Why
didn't I listen?
She couldn't have run away?
Not without being seen.
45A EXT. THE BRIDGE - NIGHT - 1966 45A
The crews continue their work under lights.
Firemen stayed on the bridge all
night pumping out the gasoline. And
no one swam across, or took a row
boat. All of them were still tied up
on this side Sunday. Believe me, we
45B INT. VANGER MANOR - DUSK - PRESENT DAY 45B
She couldn't have fallen and drowned?
The currents aren't strong here.
Anything that falls into the water
turns up nearby. Like her father.
His body didn't drift more than ten
meters when he drowned the year
Vanger's pauses at a landing to steady himself and his
No. Someone killed her, Mr.
Blomkvist. Someone on the island
that day. Someone close enough to
know what she used to give me each
year on my birthday.
He unlocks the door of the attic and pushes it open to
reveal a cluster of nine dusty framed dried flowers on a
These were from her.
And, on another wall, forty similarly-framed flowers -
These, from her killer.
Blomkvist regards the forty ...
Who knows about these?
Me, the police, the murderer ...
and now you.
46 EXT. STOCKHOLM - DUSK 46
It's raining as an elegantly-dressed woman slows before
a luxurious apartment building. Salander approaches from
the other direction. Passing, she notes the four number
tones the woman keys in the code lock.
The door buzzes open and the woman disappears inside.
Salander doubles back and keys the same four number tones
in the Milton Security lock.
47 INT. APARTMENT BUILDING - STOCKHOLM - CONTINUOUS 47
Opulent foyer. Security camera. Antique elevator cage
whose cables pull the woman upstairs. Salander comes to
an unlocked service door and takes stairs to a basement
machine room. Examines tangles of phone lines, meters,
Wi-Fi routers. Photographs them with a digital camera.
She climbs the stairs back up to the foyer. The front
door buzzes, and a man in a suit on the sidewalk pushes
it open, sees her, holds it wide enough for her to pass.
The man is a driver/bodyguard. He continues to hold the
door for his employer who now emerges from the back of an
idling car and crosses to it in the rain ... Wennerstrom.
48 EXT. VANGER'S MANOR - NIGHT 48
The rain here is icier and more punishing.
When the police investigation petered
out, I kept at it -
49 INT. VANGER MANOR - NIGHT 49
They're eating dinner now in the dining room.
- studying their reports and
interviews, all the information there
was, and it's a lot. I've spent half
my life examining the events of a
And for all that, he's no closer to the truth.
I understand your frustration.
But what you're asking me to do is
a waste of money.
We haven't discussed your fee.
We don't need to. I can't find
something you haven't been able to
in forty years.
You don't know that. You have a
very keen investigative mind.
Blomkvist wonders why he ever agreed to come here as
Vanger refills his wine glass.
Here's what I propose: You come
stay on the island. I have a nice
little cottage by the water you can
use. You study the material I give
you. You find something I've missed
- or you don't.
You want me to set aside my life
and career for something that's a
complete waste of time.
Think of it as a well deserved
vacation. A way of avoiding all the
people you want to avoid right now.
(nothing from Blomkvist)
As for compensation, I'll pay you
twice your salary for as many months
as it takes. I'll quadruple it if
you solve the mystery.
Mr. (Vanger) -
I'm not done. I'll throw in one
more thing - even though you're a
terrible negotiator. It's what you
want more than anything else and it
can't be bought at any price. I'll
give it to you ... Hans-Erik
He pushes toward Blomkvist a plate: the carcass of the
fresh-killed and cooked duck they've been eating. It and
the mention of Wennerstrom's name clouds, at least for a
moment, Blomkvist's memory of the train he missed.
He began his career working for me.
And I've followed it with interest,
shall we say, ever since. You were
right about him. You just couldn't
A50 EXT. PLAGUE'S APARTMENT - ESTABLISHING A50
50 INT. PLAGUE'S APARTMENT - STOCKHOLM - NIGHT 50
Salander climbs a flight of stairs in a building that
couldn't be more different than Wennerstrom's. Knocks
on a door, waits, listens to some dead-bolts unlocking.
It opens, but remains impassable by a figure weighing
over 300 pounds. He offers her no greeting. Fades back
into the shadows of his dark apartment.
Would you like to sit? I could
possibly clear a place if necessary.
It's hard to imagine how he or anyone might accomplish
that. The place is like a junkyard. Even the unmade bed
is covered with stuff.
Did you make it?
Have you something for me?
She takes some cash from a pocket, hands it to him. He
counts it and is unimpressed with its total.
I'm on welfare; I don't administer
it. This isn't enough.
I had to pay three months back rent
and eat a little bit. It's all I
have right now.
I find that so poignant.
So much so that he does nothing more than look at her.
She reaches to take the money back, but he pockets it and
moves across the dark room to a work table where high-end
computers fight for space with debris. Finds and gives
her a small homemade electronic box, which she turns over
in her hands.
While it's clear both these people are deficient in
behavior that governs polite society, it's hard to tell
which lacks it more.
No `thank you?'
51 INT. MILLENNIUM OFFICE - EARLY MORNING 51
Erika, first to arrive this morning, or so she thinks,
comes through the empty offices with a Wayne's Coffee to-
go cup - but Blomkvist is already there, packing supplies
from his desk, books from his shelf. A second suitcase,
presumably full of clothes, sits on the floor.
You can't be serious -
51A INT/EXT. MILLENNIUM'S OFFICES - EARLY MORNING - LATER 51A
He zips the suitcase with the supplies in it closed and
gathers the rest.
We're in our worst crisis ever and
you're writing a memoir?
You fired me; I need something to do.
You fired you; I need you here, not
the North Pole. You know what this
is going to look like.
Like I've been gutted. Like I'm
running away. I am.
They cross through the building, he with his cases, she
with her coffee cup.
Wennerstrom wants to see me waving
a white flag, not a red one. And the
more it looks like there's a problem
between you and me, the more it'll
There is a problem between us. He
won't be satisfied until he shuts us
down, and you're leaving me to fight
He kisses her but gets back no more than he would from a
statue - and steps outside.
It's four hours by train. It's not
the North Pole.
52 EXT. TRAIN STATION - HEDESTAD - DAY 52
The depot thermometer reads 0. Blomkvist disembarks with
two suitcases. This time, Frode isn't there to meet him.
He struggles with his luggage through the snow to a taxi
53 INT. TAXI - MOVING - DAY 53
As a taxi passes a gas station by the bridge, Blomkvist
regards the Middle Eastern driver's eyes which regard him
in the rear view mirror.
Think this snow's going to let up
This is the North Pole.
54 EXT. COTTAGE - HEDEBY ISLAND - DAY 54
The taxi deposits Blomkvist outside a cottage. From here
he can see Vanger's manor and couple other houses. The
taxi drives off and disappears into the snow.
55 INT. COTTAGE - DAY 55
Two rooms. Fireplace. Pile of wood. A realtor would
call it cozy. In truth it's just tiny and freezing cold.
Blomkvist unpacks. Puts clothes in a wardrobe, sets out
books, note pads, pens, CD's, a CD player, his laptop and
a small printer.
He flips open his cell phone to make a call. Gets no
reception bars. Hears a faint, plaintive cry and traces
it to a window, beyond which, on the sill outside, stands
a cat peering in. He opens the door, and the cat heads
straight for the kitchenette. Then looks at him.
He opens the old fridge. No milk. Nothing.
56 EXT. COTTAGE - DAY 56
He comes out into falling snow holding his cell phone
out in front of him like a dowser divining ground water.
Moves around trying to get a signal. Can't.
57 INT. MARKET - HEDESTAD - DUSK 57
He purchases milk, butter, a loaf of sliced bread, some
packaged lunch meats and a few cans of cat food.
58 EXT. HEDESTAD - DUSK 58
He walks along the street through wind-whipping snow,
cradling the grocery bag, cell out in front of him again.
Any of the locals could tell him he could do this forever
- there are no cell towers anywhere around here.
59 EXT. HEDESTAD - DUSK 59
Grocery bag at his feet, he dials a call with fingers he
can no longer feel on the gas station pay phone by the
end of the bridge. It goes to Erika's voice mail.
It's me. I'm here. It's fucking
cold and I'm on a pay phone. If you
tried to call, the reception sucks,
and if you tried to email, there's
none of that either, so - so - I'm
here - and - I can't even speak it's
so fucking cold.
He hangs up, open the same pack of cigarettes from
before. Eighteen in there. Struggles to get one lit in
the wind and snow, hurries off toward the bridge.
60 INT. COTTAGE - NIGHT 60
As the cat laps at milk on a plate, Blomkvist tries to
get a fire going using pages ripped from a book. It's a
struggle he's going to lose; he's no Boy Scout.
61 EXT. WENNERSTROM'S BUILDING - NIGHT 61
Salander appears and keys in the four lock tones.
62 INT. WENNERSTROM'S BUILDING - NIGHT 62
In the machine room again, she pulls one cable away from
the others and wires to it to Plague's electronic box.
63 EXT. HEDESTAD - DAWN 63
The bell in the church tower clangs -
64 INT. COTTAGE - DAWN 64
But it's a knock that draws Blomkvist awake. Having
forgotten where he is, he regards the cat sleeping with
him, then the room, and groans. He pads to the door in
the freezing cold. Opens it to find a rugged older man
on his doorstep with a handcart loaded with file boxes.
I'm Gunner. The caretaker.
65 INT. COTTAGE - LATER - DAWN 65
As Gunner expertly builds a fire in the fireplace for
him, Blomkvist works at unpacking the boxes - documents,
fat police reports, notebooks, folders, photo albums.
You're an author.
I'm writing a biography of Mr.
Nilsson nods, but isn't sure he believes it. Maybe he
took a look inside the boxes before he brought them down.
I saw you on television.
Bit of trouble, I guess.
Blomkvist nods and hopes that's enough to put an end to
the subject. It isn't.
No jail time, though. That's good.
Cost you a lot of money though, yeah?
Blomkvist shares his annoyance with the cat. Nilsson
dusts himself off, satisfied with the fire he's made.
66 EXT. VANGER ESTATE - DAY 66
Vanger has ventured outside to show Blomkvist around
the estate. Smoke from chimneys rise into bitter cold
grey skies, weather for which Blomkvist, unlike the old
man, is inadequately dressed.
The island is owned by my family.
Your closest neighbor is my brother
Harald, another Nazi if you can
believe. Two in the family. He's
detestable to put it nicely, but
you'll probably never see him. He's
He was there that day?
Indeed he was.
Vanger's look to Blomkvist adds, `so consider him a
suspect.' He indicates another house on the grounds -
That's his daughter Cecilia's house.
They don't speak.
Does anyone speak to anyone on this
Actually, Isabella - Harriet's mother
- who lives there -
- she speaks to Harald - which is one
of reasons I don't speak to her.
Cecilia's brother Birger lives there.
Who doesn't he speak to?
You, probably. Not that you'd want
him to. He can be as unpleasant as
I'm quickly losing track who's who.
Oh, how you'll wish were it always
so. Soon you'll know us all only too
well - with my apologies.
Out there is my nephew Martin's
house; Harriet's brother.
It's a modern house - lots of glass - out on the point.
Who speaks to him?
I speak to him. He runs the company
now, as I think I told you.
They hear a distant rifle crack and echo. It startles
Blomkvist a bit, but not Vanger.
Someone shooting their dinner.
Gunner probably. The caretaker.
I just met him.
He was 19 when Harriet disappeared.
Old enough, Blomkvist gathers, to be considered a
suspect. Vanger points off -
He lives over there.
Shivering in the cold, Blomkvist turns.
And you live here.
For a moment, Vanger isn't sure what Blomkvist means.
Then he is, and is pleased by it.
Yes, you're right. The man who
hires the detective should always be
kept on the suspects list.
66A OMIT - INT. COTTAGE - DAY 66A
67 INT. PALMGREN'S APARTMENT - DAY 67
A nurse takes a tray away, leaving Salander alone with
Palmgren, separated by the chess table they won't playing
a game on. She wipes his mouth with her sleeve.
I got a call from social welfare.
I've been assigned a new guardian.
It's unlikely he understands what she has said. It's
unlikely he even knows she's there.
68 INT. COTTAGE - NIGHT 68
Tacked to a wall, a map of the island on which Blomkvist
has written the names of the living Vanger family members
and staff in the approximate locations of their houses.
Next to it - 3x5 cards and photos - a Vanger family tree -
which doubles as a suspects list. On some of the cards
is the word, `deceased.'
He makes a sandwich. Refills a coffee cup. Begins
reading the police reports. The first is a photocopy
of a note when the call from Vanger came in: "Officer
Morell informed by telephone of situation, 10:19 p.m."
69 EXT. HEDEBY ISLAND - NIGHT - 1966 69
Gustaf Morell stands at the bow of a patrol boat slowly
motoring past the bridge where the fire brigade works to
pump the gasoline from the overturned truck.
INTERCUT: Blomkvist reads, "Morell on site, Hedeby
Island, 11:42 p.m."
70 INT. VANGER MANOR - NIGHT - 1966 70
Morell, feeling like he's entered an Agatha Christie
locked room mystery, regards the extended Vanger clan
sitting in the living room looking suitably worried.
I'd like to see the girl's room.
It's down the hall.
I thought this was your house.
It is. She lives with me.
Are her parents alive?
Her mother is.
Vanger points Isabella out. Slender, overdressed and
smoking a Sobranie, she immediately strikes Morell as a
woman as venomous as she is beautiful.
Morell follows Vanger down a hall -
INTERCUT: Blomkvist reads, "Approx. 12:05, inspected
missing girl's bedroom. Found - "
71 INT. HARRIET'S ROOM - VANGER MANOR - DAWN - 1966 71
A purse on the desk in Harriet's room. Morell carefully
removes the contents: Comb, pocket mirror, handkerchief,
wallet containing a few kronor, her ID, and her address
book. He leafs through this.
I want to speak to everyone here.
That'll take all night so you might
want someone to put some coffee on.
What about the search?
First thing in the morning.
No. We should do it now. She could
be hurt out there.
Vanger is either a good actor or has nothing to hide.
Please. I beg you.
INTERCUT: Blomkvist reads, "authorized our patrol boat
and two volunteer craft to begin 12:20 a.m. - G. Morell."
71A EXT. HEDEBY ISLAND - NIGHT - 1966 71A
The police patrol boat and two Peterssons motor around
the island, spotlighting the shore and rocky cliffs.
71B INT. VANGER MANOR - NIGHT - 1966 71B
The weird tableaux of characters, awaiting their
interviews with Morell. At the moment, he's across the
room with Harald Vanger, taking notes, drinking coffee.
INTERCUT: Blomkvist reads, "Patrol 014 and Orienteering
Club volunteers assembled, 6:40 a.m."
72 OMIT: INT. VANGER MANOR - NIGHT - 1966 72
73 OMIT: EXT. HEDEBY ISLAND - NIGHT - 1966 73
74 EXT. HEDEBY ISLAND - DAWN - 1966 74
Search parties crisscross the island, wade through
ditches, check old barns, shine flashlights up chimneys.
Woodsmen with blood hounds comb through woods.
We searched for days ...
75 EXT/INT. TRAIN - MOVING - LAKE SILJAN - PRESENT DAY 75
A train bisects the landscape. Blomkvist looks out.
Eventually, much to his dismay - and
mine - I had to talk to Henrik about
calling it off -
76 EXT. HEDEBY ISLAND - DUSK - 1966 76
As the search continues, Morell, looking like he hasn't
slept - which he hasn't - peers down a rocky cliff to the
water. Somehow he knows they're never going to find her.
The fact that I never found a body
didn't surprise me. You can't dig
up an entire island.
A77 OMIT: EXT. CABIN - LAKE SILJAN - ESTABLISHING A77
77 INT. CABIN - LAKE SILJAN - DAY 77
The same face - forty years older - the man who spoke to
Vanger on the phone about the dried flowers - now speaks
with Blomkvist as he scrapes out the bowl of his pipe.
But I also couldn't find a motive.
Was it spontaneous? Was it planned?
Did she know something someone wished
she didn't? Was it about business?
Business? She was sixteen.
And very bright. Henrik told me he
could easily imagine her running the
business someday, which would mean
someone else wouldn't.
She was with some friends that day.
At a parade. You must have talked to
She told them she wasn't feeling
well. She left early. But they also
said she kept secrets from them, too.
The main thing I learned talking to
them for hours is that teenage girls
I have one.
So you know.
(Blomkvist does indeed)
Did you bring the last gift Henrik
It's at the National Forensic Lab.
I can tell you what their report
will say now: It's a flower common
to Europe. All of them are. No
prints. No DNA.
He lights the pipe. Blomkvist watches the tobacco glow.
I wanted to ask you about this.
He produces an old address book from his jacket pocket.
Of course, Morell has seen it before, and handles it
delicately. The decades have dried out its pages.
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She received this from Henrik the
Christmas before. I studied it more
times than I can say. I know every
page of it.
It's the last page I'm curious about.
As was I.
The only names not alphabetized.
Morell nods that he knows that only too well as he turns
to that last page. On it, in neat handwriting:
Magda 32016 Sara 32109 R.J. 30114 R.L. 32027 Mari 32018
They're local Hedestad phone numbers.
The first belonged to a woman named
Margot, whose mother was Magda, who
claimed she didn't know Harriet. The
fourth, R.L., belonged to Rosemarie
Larsson, an elderly woman who died a
few years before. The other three
were unconnected in any way that I
He hands the address book back. It, and everything else
about the case, clearly trouble him still.
I've reminded you of things you'd
rather forget. I'm sorry.
I can't forget it. It's my Rebecka
Blomkvist isn't sure what that means.
Every policeman has at least one
unsolved case. Back then it was old
Torstensson. Year after year he kept
returning to one - taking out the
files - uselessly studying them. As
young men, we had to laugh.
Was this also a missing girl case?
No, that's not why I mention it.
The Rebecka Case is something that
happened before Harriet was born.
I'm talking about the soul of a
policeman. Poor Torstensson could
never solve it, and could never let
And neither can poor Morell with his Harriet case.
78 EXT. STOCKHOLM - DAY 78
An unexciting social welfare building.
79 INT. BJURMAN'S OFFICE - DAY 79
As a man behind a desk reviews a thick file, Salander
reviews him: About 50; spends money on suits, thinking
that might disguise his public servant status; no wedding
ring; typical creep, as far as she's concerned.
How's Mr. Palmgren doing? I was
told he had a stroke of some kind.
(nothing from Salander)
It is, but she can tell he couldn't care less. He leafs
through her file -
What exactly do you do at this
Make coffee and sort mail.
But not full-time. Not even part-
time consistently. They somehow got
along without coffee or mail in July
Nothing from her.
How much do you earn there?
How much is your rent?
Dragon Tattoo Final 9/1/11 SZ
I pay my rent.
When's the last time you were late?
Do you think that ring in your eyelid
makes you attractive?
Salander, who's had to suffer insufferable officials all
her life, doesn't dignify the question with an answer.
Here's the problem. There a
discrepancy between the obligation of
Mr. Palmgren's guardianship and the
management of your finances.
It isn't a discrepancy or a problem.
It was clear to him I could manage my
But that's not clear to me.
I'm not a child.
No. You're not.
(looks at her too long)
But you were. And between then and
(indicating the files)
- two years in the locked ward at
St. Stephens, for violent aggression -
failure to adapt to four foster homes
and seven schools - arrested twice
for intoxication, twice for narcotics
use, and most recently for assault:
a bottle smashed into a man's face.
You may have conned Mr. Palmgren into
thinking you've improved, but looking
at this -
- not to mention how you're looking
at me now - I can see you haven't.
So the Good-Old-Mr-Palmgren-Days are
over. Starting now, you'll be given
a monthly allowance. You'll provide
me with receipts for your expenses.
If the numbers don't balance, I'll
have to assume the difference is
going to drugs.
I've been on my own since I was
No. You've been a persistent burden
to the State since you were twelve.
She won't look at him any more - not that there's
anything even remotely interesting to see if she did.
Ms. Salander? Please look at me.
Because this is important.
She does ... in a way that says, I'd like to kill you.
This behavior you're displaying
right now is elaborately documented
(in the file)
- so it would come as a shock to no
one if I chose an alternative to the
lenient arrangement I just outlined.
Is that what you're saying with your
silence? You'd prefer
79A INT. BJURMAN'S OFFICE BUILDING - DAY 79A
Salander steps into the elevator, hits the down button.
As the doors close -
80 EXT. HEDEBY ISLAND - EVENING 80
Martin's house didn't look so far away, but the road
Blomkvist has to climb to reach it, and the fact he, like
all writers, is out of shape, taxes him. A car driven by
an attractive woman in her 30's pulls alongside him.
(he manages a nod)
We're going to the same place.
81 EXT. MARTIN'S HOUSE - EVENING 81
Martin, wearing an apron, opens the door to find both his
dinner guests on the porch.
I found him at death's door halfway
up the hill.
I'm afraid I'm a bit out of shape.
No, it's a climb for anyone. I
should've warned you. Come on in.
Blomkvist puts a bottle of aquavit in Martin's hand.
82 INT. MARTIN'S HOUSE - NIGHT 82
The place is far cry from Vanger's manor. It's modern.
Martin, Liv and Blomkvist work on the dinner Martin has
prepared. Soft jazz music issues from somewhere.
I used to work in the company's
petrochemical division in Goteborg.
When it was sold, I went with it.
A dark day.
I live in Hong Kong now, but come
back to Stockholm for family events,
and when I do, I drive up to spend a
couple days with Martin.
She comes for the moose steak.
Is that what this is?
They all glance away to a sound: A soft, strange,
wailing wind. Martin drains the last of a bottle of wine
in Blomkvist's glass and gets up.
Something's open. You like this one,
or would you like to try something
That one's good.
Martin heads off to the kitchen. Blomkvist and Liv,
left with each other, seem unsure what to talk about.
I saw you on Sky News a while ago.
That was a dark day.
Sorry to remind you of it.
It's okay. There are worse things
than libel - though I can't
immediately think of one in my
You're writing a book now, Martin
I love Henrik. He's fascinating.
Martin, too. Together they're the
Old Sweden and the New.
You know about Harriet, right?
Blomkvist doesn't say. The sound of the wind stops.
Martin emerges from the cellar with a bottle of wine in
hand and returns with it to the dining room.
The family doesn't like to talk about
it, but it can't just be swept under
Martin doesn't comment. Just nods. Silence. Then -
Dragon Tattoo Final 9/1/11 SZ
Maybe we could talk about that
We can talk about it now.
(Blomkvist glances to Liv)
Liv knows everything about my crazy
family. Which is why she'll never
That's one reason.
She holds up her left hand. A wedding ring is on it.
The couple seems very comfortable with each other, not
unlike Blomkvist and Erika.
Don't put that in your book.
Anything else is fine. Harriet
certainly. Everything changed after
that. Not just the family, but the
We're not Nordea or Ericsson, but
we're still the largest family-owned
company in the country. At the
height, we had 40,000 employees. We
have about half that now, and that
downward slide - anyone can tell you -
began after my sister's death. It
broke Henrik's entrepreneurial
spirit, and his heart.
And Martin's, too, clearly. Blomkvist dares to ask, as
innocently as possible -
You were here that day?
Everyone was here, though I didn't
get in until after the accident on
the bridge. The 4:30 train.
I know it well.
It was a terrible day. And the days
after - searching and not finding her
- were even worse.
Liv sets her hand atop her boyfriend's.
This event, Mikael, has to be a
big part of your book.
Blomkvist promises him with a nod that it will.
83 INT. STOCKHOLM METRO - DAY 83
As Salander moves with a crowd toward the doors of a
subway car, someone behind her roughly yanks the strap of
her messenger bag from her shoulder -
She gives chase, pushes past people, catches up with the
junkie, grapples with him. He slugs her. She goes down,
but doesn't give up. Catches up with him on the
escalator, throws him back down it. The bag slams onto
the metal stairs, too, but at least she has it now.
She doesn't run. She waits at the top and watches the
junkie drag himself up and think about trying again. He
wisely decides to let it go, hops to the down-escalator
and disappears into the underground station.
84 INT/EXT. COTTAGE - DAY 84
Blomkvist sifts through a box containing some of
Harriet's personal belongings: school papers, textbooks,
a Bible, the address book, her wallet and ID ...
A knock on the door. He puts the box in a closet on top
of others, kicks it closed, opens the front door to find
a not unattractive woman in her 50's on his porch.
Hi. I thought I'd come over and say
hello. I'm Cecilia.
85 INT. COTTAGE - DAY 85
Cecilia regards Blomkvist's Vanger family tree on the
wall. Wherever he only has an old photo, there's a Post-
It next to it that reads: Recent Photo?
INSERT of Cecilia's photo, taken when she was a teenager,
and a Post-It with her name on it.
We're all uncomfortable with the
idea of a chronicle of our family.
It's not about the family. It's
about Henrik and the company.
Like I said.
It's not my intention to present a
malicious portrait of anyone.
Unlike the one that landed you in
Unlike that one. Correct.
So, what you're saying is, you're
not really here to look into what
happened to Harriet.
Silence. Then -
I can't ignore such a dramatic event,
but no, that's not by any means my
So all those boxes Gunner carted
down here - which are where? - in the
closet now? - weren't Henrik's
(Blomkvist can't think fast
enough to respond)
I wonder sometimes who's crazier - my
Nazi father or my obsessed uncle.
INSERT of the photo of Young Harald in his Nazi uniform
on the wall.
Since we're talking about it, since
you brought it up, what was Harriet
I'm sure Henrik has told you.
He was my age then, and so couldn't
know what was really going on with a
teenager any more than I can with my
own daughter. You were her age.
Actually, my sister Anita was closer
to her in age.
INSERT of the photo on the wall of Anita, taken when she
was about 17 years old.
She knew Harriet better than anyone -
certainly better than I did. You
should talk to her.
I'd love to, where is she.
If I had to guess - London.
You don't know where your own sister
I haven't seen her in years. We
never really got along.
I'm getting used to that comment.
That's the way it is when you're
always after the same boys.
People generally get over that sort
of thing at a certain point.
Oh, I'm long over it, and won't
ever have to worry about it again.
She hates this place even more than
I do. She left, moved to London and
that was it. You couldn't pay her to
send a Christmas card, much less
I'll try to track her down for you.
For myself then.
He smiles. She studies him. Maybe he's not so bad.
If you do, and try talking to her
about us, don't be surprised if she
tells you to fuck off.
86 INT. MACJESUS - DAY 86
A tech tries to get beyond the dreaded blinking "?" on
the laptop's cracked screen.
You backed up?
Hard drives at home, yeah.
That's good. This one's dead.
87 EXT. MACJESUS - DAY 87
Salander against the store window, cell phone to her ear.
I'm sorry, he's booked all day.
It'll take five minutes. It's
Salander waits. Watches people stare at her like they
always do. The secretary comes back on.
88 INT. OFFICE BUILDING - STOCKHOLM - NIGHT 88
Salander comes past a janitor waxing a long, otherwise
empty corridor. At the far end, she opens her new
guardian's office door.
89 INT. BJURMAN'S OFFICE - NIGHT 89
As Bjurman reviews a McJesus invoice, Salander waits.
The thick atmosphere reminds her of all the others she
has sat in with school principals, shrinks and cops.
Have you ever had an STD?
(nothing from her)
When's the last time you were tested
Dragon Tattoo Final 9/1/11 SZ
How many partners have you had in the
How many were men?
That last one seems to amuse him; none amuse her.
I'm required to ask you these things.
It's a matter of health.
Write down anything you want.
Bjurman sighs. Sets the form aside and looks at the
McJesus invoice again.
Why do you need such an expensive
Making coffee and sorting mail.
I shouldn't even have to ask. I
should have control of my money like
And you will. Once you show me you
can be sociable and get along with
people. Can you do that?
(nothing from her)
Shall we start with me?
Shall we start now?
As he comes around the desk, she eyes a sharp letter
opener sticking out above some pens in a coffee mug a
child has painted with the word, `daddy.'
If you're nice to me, I'll be nice to
you. That's how normal people are.
He stands in front of her, his crotch at her eye level.
You've done this before. You know
what to do.
(she doesn't do anything)
Do you want this computer or not?
He takes her hand and places it on the crotch of his
You feel that? That's gaberdine.
(she tugs at his underwear)
(she doesn't move; he smiles)
I like the reticence. I prefer a
whore who pretends she isn't. It's
He grabs her hair and roughly pulls her head toward him.
90 INT. BJURMAN'S OFFICE - LATER - NIGHT 90
Salander eats some toothpaste in Bjurman's private
bathroom. When she returns to the office, she finds him
calmly writing a check.
Here you go. As promised.
He holds it out to her, but when she reaches for it,
pulls it back a little.
I know you're not thinking about
telling anyone about our date. Enjoy
your computer games.
She takes the check and leaves.
91 INT. SALANDER'S APARTMENT - LATER - NIGHT 91
She sits cross-legged in the dark. Thinking. Or
plotting. The dragon tattoo visible on her bare back.
92 INT. AIRLINE - IN FLIGHT - DAY 92
Blomkvist, who doesn't care for flying, pours two mini-
bottles of vodka into a plastic cup.
93 EXT. LONDON - DAY 93
He sprays Binaca in his mouth. Then, careful to look
both ways, crosses the street to an investment bank.
94 INT. OFFICE - INVESTMENT BANK - DAY 94
Blomkvist approaches a desk. The brass name plate on it
reads, Anita Vanger.
Excuse me. I'm sure I should have
made an appointment.
It's fine. Please. Have a seat.
The accent is all British. She's been here much longer
than her home country. No trace of Swedish anymore. He
offers his hand -
Mikael. How do you do.
As he sits, she regards him a little more carefully ...
You're looking for investment
I would if had any money to invest.
I'm writing a biography of your
uncle Henrik. That's why I'm here.
She stares at him. He waits for the response Cecilia
predicted, but it doesn't come.
95 EXT. CAFE - LONDON - DAY 95
They sit together at a little table on the sidewalk.
How is Henrik?
Good. Engaging. I like him.
She does, too.
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I haven't seen him in over 30 years.
Or my sister. Or anyone else in my
Most of what I'm writing about
predates that, so your recollections
I wouldn't know where to start, if
that was a question.
I can narrow it. I've gotten up to
the 1960s. To the event that altered
everything in Henrik's life.
Everything I knew about that I told
to - whatever his name was - that
policeman - when it happened.
My recollections then were a lot
better than they are now.
I'm not speaking of the crime itself.
I'm trying to get a clearer sense of
what Harriet was like. Particularly,
toward the end.
She was messed up. Like all us
Vanger kids. Crazy mother. Drunken
father. At least hers wasn't a Nazi
Was he abusive?
I never saw it myself, but you could
tell something was going on. One day
she'd be withdrawn. The next she'd
be putting on makeup and wearing the
tightest sweater she had to school.
The next she'd be studying a Bible
like a nun - no Vanger was ever
religious - can you imagine?
Obviously, she was very unhappy.
She never confided in you what about,
There was no specifically. It was
everything. It was being part of
that family. Henrik's the only
decent person in it.
What do you think happened to her?
Everyone knows what.
But you have no ... thoughts about
why, or who.
All I know is I always felt sorry
for her. Even more than for myself.
I got out of there when I was 18 and
never went back. She would have done
the same but didn't make it to 18.
96 EXT. STOCKHOLM - DAY 96
Salander, on a park bench, debates with herself if she
wants to make the call on the cell in her hand. She
scrolls to "NB" and hits send. It connects.
Mr. Bjurman, please. It's Lisbeth
(the call is put through)
... I'm fine. I'm sorry I missed
our appointment. I had a lot of work
... no, nothing to be concerned about
... I need another advance on my
allowance. Can I come to your office
tonight? ... I don't need a pen,
what's the address?
97 EXT/INT. HEDEBY ISLAND - TAXI - MOVING - DUSK 97
The taxi that first brought him here to the island,
crosses the bridge. Again, Blomkvist regards the Middle
Eastern driver, who regards him in the rearview mirror.
98 EXT. BJURMAN'S APARTMENT BUILDING - NIGHT 98
Outside the building's entrance with a backpack slung
over her shoulder, Salander presses an apartment button.
As she waits, she notes there's no security camera.
The door buzzes. She pushes it open.
99 INT. BJURMAN'S APARTMENT BUILDING - NIGHT 99
She moves along a hallway with both purpose and dread.
Knocks on his door ... It opens, revealing him in a robe.
Come on in.
100 INT. BJURMAN'S APARTMENT - CONTINUOUS 100
She takes in the layout quickly: living room, dining
area, kitchen, short hallway to a closed door.
So, what do you need money for this
time? Grand Theft Auto 5?
He smiles. Steps toward her. Lifts her chin.
How are you? Been thinking about
last time? Decided you wanted to see
I just want my money.
Well, let's see if I can help you out
He walks to the hallway. She doesn't. He holds out
his hand. She finally joins him. As they step into the
bedroom, he roughly pushes her toward the bed.
She puts her backpack and leather jacket on a chair.
Sits on the edge of the bed. He stands over her. She
knows what she's supposed to do, but seems unable to.
Is there a problem?
I just want to know, am I going to
have to do this every time I need
money to eat?
It's so cute when you do that surly
thing. Take my hand
She reaches out to it and before she can react, there's
a handcuff around the wrist. He quickly cuffs the other
to his own wrist. This is bad. She tries to get out.
He gets her in a strangle hold and chokes her into
100A INT. BJURMAN'S APARTMENT - LATER - NIGHT 100A
She comes to, on her stomach, sees her wrists cuffed to
the headboard posts, her ankles secured to the foot posts
with silk ties, and scissors slicing her jeans off. She
starts to scream and he stuffs her mouth with her
Please. I have neighbors.
He lights a couple candles. Switches on some New Age
What we're going to do now is teach
you the value of money.
He watches her struggle. But she's not going anywhere.
He tears open a condom package with his teeth.
I forget - did I ask you before if
you liked anal sex?
He crams a pillow under her stomach and climbs on top
of her. She keeps fighting but there's not much she can
do handcuffed. Eventually, she retreats to another place
inside herself. She's had to go here before in her life;
it's the only place to go in such situations.
101 INT. COTTAGE - NIGHT 101
The cat turns its head to a sound Blomkvist can't hear.
He has Harriet's box of belongings out again and looks at
photos of her school friends in her wallet. Then picks
up the Bible. Handwritten on the inside cover is Harriet
Vanger. He opens it at random. Hebrews:
Faith is the assurance of things
hoped for, the evidence of things not
seen. Through faith we understand
that the world was created by the
word of God - and that what is seen
was not made of things that are
He sets it down. Rubs his eyes. Everything - his
daughter, his life, this cabin, the word of God - is
101A INT. BJURMAN'S APARTMENT - DAWN 101A
Dawn light outside the living room window.
Bjurman, at his dining table with a glass of orange
juice, writing out a check.
In the bedroom, Salander slips on her leather jacket,
shoulders her backpack, hobbles out to the living room.
I'll drive you home.
I can get home on my own.
Are you sure?
It's bizarre: his manner seems to be one of genuine
concern. She nods. He hands her the check. Then opens
the door for her like a perfect gentleman.
So, next Saturday, here?
She nods. Leaves. The door closes.
102 EXT. STOCKHOLM - DAWN 102
A lone figure hobbles through the empty streets.
103 INT. SALANDER'S APARTMENT - DAWN 103
She sets a check down. On the memo line he's neatly
written, "for food." She takes a bottle of water from
the fridge and drinks.
104 INT. SALANDER'S APARTMENT - DAWN 104
Shower water hits the dragon tattoo on her shoulder
blade and runs down past several others. By the time the
water reaches the drain it has turned red.
105 EXT. HEDEBY ISLAND - DAY 105
Coming through trees with a bag of groceries, Blomkvist
sees a BMW parked outside his cottage.
106 EXT. COTTAGE - MOMENTS LATER - DAY 106
Blomkvist taps on the car's fogged-up driver's window.
A hand inside wipes at it, revealing Erika. She lowers
it a crack.
Is it any warmer inside?
107 INT. COTTAGE - DAY 107
As he tries to get some logs in the fireplace going,
using more pages torn from one of his books, Erika wraps
herself in a blanket. The cat, who has no trouble with
the cold, naps on the paperwork on the desk.
What have I missed besides you?
The steady exodus of two-thirds of
Is that hard to believe? Sitting up
here in Lappland with your cat?
I'm not. I'm working.
I can see.
What she can see is the Vanger research covering the
walls and table surfaces, and that the threads of the
family tree lead to a photograph of Vanger at the top.
Would you like to meet him?
Maybe in about an hour. If you're
108 INT. VANGER MANOR - EVENING 108
Vanger and Martin all but ignore Blomkvist as they chat
with Erika over dinner. They seem charmed by her.
I apologize if you're having
financial problems at the magazine
in Mikael's absence.
We'll work through them.
Are you sure?
Erika looks at Blomkvist, but he hasn't talked to them
How long do you think you can hang
on? Six months or so?
That sounds about right.
You know, I used to be in the
newspaper business. We owned six
dailies back in the 50's.
We still own one. The Courier, here
I let my nephew Birger run it since
he can't run anything else.
Erika nods politely.
So what do you say to taking on a
We've never considered it before.
We value our independence.
Your independence is dependant on
advertisers - if we're being honest.
However much you think that is, you'd
retain. We don't care about content.
Blomkvist suddenly feels like someone coming late to a
Excuse me. Did I miss something?
We're talking about an investment in
I gather. Why would you want to do
Not for the return, that's for sure.
I feel bad that I've take Mikael
away from you at the worst possible
time. This is the right thing to do.
The moral thing. That's one reason.
The enemies of my friends are my
enemies. I hate Wennerstrom as much
as you hate what he's done to you.
So what do you say?
Erika half-shrugs to say she'll consider it.
Is that a maybe?
Wonderful! More wine, Anna.
Blomkvist looks at Erika, but she glances away to Vanger.
I think Mikael is adapting well to
rustic life, by the way.
Have you seen him try to make a fire?
Put the logs on end, like this.
He makes a teepee shape with his hands, like praying.
109 INT. COTTAGE - LATER - NIGHT 109
Erika lights a teepee of logs in the fireplace.
How long have you been discussing
this with them?
I haven't been. They asked me to
come up yesterday.
Why didn't you tell me?
Why would I. You live in the woods.
So I deserve to be treated like an
I wanted to hear what they had to
say. You would've said no before
I'm saying it now. It's not a good
You heard me tell them we could
hang on for six months. I was lying.
Without their money we'll be out of
business in three.
You don't know this family. They're
We're not marrying into it.
We are if we do this. It's exactly
what we're doing.
You want to say no? Let's say no.
Instead of 50 percent of something,
let's own 100 percent of nothing.
The logs crackle as flames climb them. She gets up,
comes past him, unbuttoning her shirt as she disappears
into the bedroom. He stares at the fire.
I'm leaving this God-forsaken island
in the morning.
So are you coming to bed or not.
110 INT. TATTOO PARLOR - DAY 110
Salander regards a selection of forearm tattoos: barbed
wire, Celtic bands, strings of leaves and flowers.
You thinking one arm or both?
Wrists and ankles. But none of
these. Just a plain band, like
It's sensitive there. Particularly
the ankles. It's gonna hurt.
That doesn't bother her in the least. She rolls up her
sleeves and watches him ready the tattoo gun.
How much do one of those cost?
A bland financial announcer reading the news. The
graphic to the side of him is the distinctive V.I. logo
of Vanger Industries.
Petrochemical manufacturer Vanger
Industries has acquired a controlling
interest in Millennium magazine which
according to analysts has been in
financial trouble since last December
when its cofounder Mikael Blomkvist
was found guilty of libel against
Hans-Erik Wennerstrom -
111 INT. MILLENNIUM'S OFFICES - DAY 111
A news crew has crammed itself inside Erika's office,
where a reporter interviews her -
We made a serious mistake last year,
and we regret it. But we're moving
forward, and this is the first step.
You wouldn't say the first step was
your sacking of Mr. Blomkvist?
That's inaccurate. Read the original
press release, Viggo. I didn't fire
him. He's on sabbatical.
I'm not sure, to be honest with you.
112 INT/EXT. COTTAGE - DAY 112
He's at his desk, the cat in his lap, reviewing the
album of photos taken on the day Harriet disappeared.
They're arranged chronologically, and Vanger has noted
the approximate time of day of each.
The first several were taken on the manor grounds, by
family members of each other. The next couple taken in
town of the parade. Then dozens taken on and around the
bridge of the dramatic accident. He hears the sound and
glances out to see a television news van driving toward
Vanger's manor -
113 EXT. VANGER MANOR - DAY 113
A crew is set up in the yard by the water, interviewing
Henrik and Martin. Under his suit jacket Henrik wears a
cheerful yellow shirt. Birger unhappily looks on.
Millennium is an excellent magazine.
We also think it's undervalued right
now, which is good business for us.
Is any magazine really undervalued
today. How many will be around
There's another reason. I don't like
Are you referring to Mr. Wennerstrom?
I'm referring to anyone who tries
to sue their enemies into submission.
If Mr. Wennerstrom would like to try
it again, he'll find himself fighting
a company that can afford to fight
You're enjoying this.
Already it's the most fun I've had in
114 INT. HARDWARE STORE - STOCKHOLM - DAY 114
As a clerk rings up the items Salander is buying -
bright yellow duct tape and a plastic protective mask -
she watches a shot on a TV here of Wennerstrom being
interviewed outside his offices -
WENNERSTROM ON TV
I've always admired Henrik Vanger.
He's a titan - and a gentleman. But
he's also quite old now - which may
explain how he could be taken in by
a convicted liar.
The report segues to another story. The clerk hands
Salander her receipt.
115 INT. SALANDER'S APARTMENT - LATER 115
Her hardware store purchases, along with some fresh DVD-
R's, a couple of plastic bottles of ink, and McDonald's
Kids Meal wrappers, sit by her laptop.
She's not typing on its keyboard, but characters are
appearing nonetheless as someone somewhere else, writes
The From box reads: h wennerstrom
The To box reads: l jansson 116 INT. COTTAGE - DAY - CONTINUED 116
Blomkvist has returned to the accident photos. Pauses
on a blurry one of the fire crew, the focus inadvertently
on the background - Vanger's manor.
What caught his attention is a figure in one of the
upstairs windows. He checks a scribbled floor plan of
the manor and sees that it's Harriet's bedroom.
But he's not sure if it's Harriet. The figure is too
soft to identify - even with a magnifying glass - but is
wearing a light-colored dress and has light hair.
He glances to the family tree on the wall - the teenage
Vanger girls' photos -
Three INSERTS: Harriet ... Cecelia ... Anita ...
They all have light hair, and, frankly, all look alike.
He moves on to the parade pictures. To the one Vanger
said before was the last picture taken of Harriet alive.
It's not really of her.
It's a wide shot of the parade itself - but she can be
seen in the background across the street with her
friends, watching a float - atop which some women in
harem outfits dance - pass by.
He slips it from its corner-fasteners and turns it over.
There's a Hedestad Courier copyright printed on the back.
He turns it over again and looks at the photo itself.
117 EXT. HEDESTAD - DAY 117
Guided by the photo, he walks along the town's main
street to the approximate place from which it was taken -
outside a haberdashery window - but it's still not right.
The photo was shot from a higher than street level angle.
He looks to a second story window above the store. Then
crosses the street to where Harriet was standing when the
picture was taken. Looks back at the haberdashery where,
now, the owner peers out at him.
118 EXT. HEDESTAD - LATER - DAY 118
On the pay phone outside the gas station -
I want to look at what the paper
has in its archive on the parade.
You already have what it has. In
I don't think so.
Because no photographer at any
newspaper in the world takes just two
photos of anything - especially after
having to climb a flight of stairs.
The bridge accident happened during
the parade. He rushed over.
Silence. Then -
Mikael, what have you found?
Nothing probably. But I know
photographers. They're the most
insecure people on earth. If it's
out of focus, or they don't like
the framing, they bury it.
A119 EXT. HEDESTAD COURIER - ESTABLISHING A119
119 INT. HEDESTAD COURIER - DAY 119
Blomkvist follows the paper's youngish photo editor up
narrow stairs to an attic.
The current archive is on CD's,
naturally. The older stuff, still
negatives. What general period are
you interested in?
She glances back at him. The date means something to
her, but she chooses not to comment.
120 INT. COURIER ATTIC - DAY 120
She pulls four thick binders off a shelf from September
1966 alone, proving Blomkvist's point about photographers
- and piles them up next to a light-box and scanner.
He waits for her to leave. She seems reluctant to ...
Is this about Harriet Vanger?
You're too young to know about that.
Everyone here grows up knowing about
her. It's how we're taught about
121 INT. BJURMAN'S APARTMENT - STOCKHOLM - NIGHT 121
The door opens revealing Salander. Bjurman seems a
little surprised to see her at his doorstep.
My dear Lisbeth, how are you?
I need more money. I need to pay my
She looks like a schoolgirl with her little backpack over
her shoulder. How did he ever get so lucky?
Come on in.
She steps inside. He takes her hand and leads her
toward the bedroom. Her other hand slips into her jacket
Since we're still figuring out what
you like, I went shopping for some
You, too? What did you buy?
She pulls a Taser from her pocket and jams it under his
chin, firing off 75,000 volts -
122 EXT. COTTAGE - NIGHT 122
Set down on the rugged landscape under an almost moonless
night sky, the cottage looks vulnerable.
123 INT. COTTAGE - NIGHT 123
The cat, curled up on a chair, jerks its head up at a
sound neither we nor Blomkvist can hear, and stays
absolutely still, listening.
Blomkvist scrolls through the Courier negatives he has
converted into positives and has loaded into Photoshop.
He was right. Many more parade pictures were shot that
day. Several at street level - a marching band, floats,
children with balloons, some in better focus than others.
He reaches the first of the higher-angle shots from the
floor above the haberdashery, scans the crowd lining the
street. Harriet isn't in it.
But in the next she appears at the edge of the frame
with her school friends. In the next, she's further into
frame. And the next, standing in the same spot he stood
124 OMIT - INT. BJURMAN'S APARTMENT - LATER - NIGHT 124
125 INT. COTTAGE - NIGHT 125
Blomkvist selects all 18 of the high-angle parade
photographs, transfers them to an iPhoto file, and
reopens them as a `slide show.'
The first few, accompanied by the default music, Minuet
in G, dissolve at two-second intervals. Too long. Too
distracting with the music. And too wide.
He adjusts the size function - closer on Harriet gets
rid of the dissolve effect and music and reduces the time-
interval to make the transitions as quick as possible.
He hits `play' again and watches a short jerky `silent
film'- a kind of electronic flip-book:
Harriet arrives with her friends. Moves along the
street. Stops and faces the parade. Says something to
her friends. Laughs. Watches the float with the harem
girls on it. Smiles. Sees something to her left. Turns
her head slightly toward it. Her eyes widen in fear.
She looks down. She moves off. Her friends look after
her confused. And then she's gone.
Blomkvist backs up to the frame of Harriet looking off
with fear in her eyes, and for the first time believes
without a doubt what Vanger has believed for 40 years:
She was murdered. Whoever she saw across the street
followed her and killed her. The cat watches him.
126 INT. BJURMAN'S APARTMENT - NIGHT 126
Bjurman slowly comes to.
Good. You're alive.
It takes him a moment to realize it's true. Another to
realize it might be better if he wasn't since he's naked
on the floor, face-up, wrists and ankles bound. He tries
to cry out and realizes he's also gagged.
She emerges from the shadows, stands over him, and he
sees that her eyes are ringed in black mascara like some
kind of ghoulish raccoon. She looks insane. As she
steps out of his field of view, and his hands struggle
against the restraints.
He cranes his neck to see she's by her backpack that's
resting on a chair.
I had it with me last time. I set
it here. Remember?
See this snap? It's not a snap.
It's a wide-angle micro-lens.
She takes a DVD-R from the backpack, puts it in his
player, flips his plasma TV on with a remote. She got it
all - what he did to her - the rape - in HD.
This shows you sodomizing a mentally
impaired girl. If it's ever seen
outside this room, who'll be
He starts to whimper.
Here's what's going to happen.
He can't. He can't even look at her. His life is over. He
weeps into the gag.
Look at me.
He won't. She strides to her backpack. Takes out a
large dildo. Gets on her knees, and works it into his
ass. She can only get it about halfway up. She has to
stand up and kick it the rest of the way with her boot.
He howls into the gag.
Do I have your attention now?
She does indeed. He vigorously nods his head, now, and
after everything she says -
When you can walk again, which I
admit could be a while, we're going
to my bank. You'll tell them I alone
have access to my account. After
that, you'll never contact me again.
Each month you'll write a report of a
meeting we won't have. You'll
describe how well I'm doing, how
sociable I'm becoming. Then you'll
negotiate with the court to have my
declaration of incompetence lifted.
If you fail, this video will spread
across the Internet like a virus.
(he stares in horror)
If something happens to me - if
I get hit by a car - if you hit me
with a car - same thing, it uploads
She fishes his apartment keys from his trousers. Shows
him that she has them.
I'm taking these with me. I'll
be checking on you. If I ever
find anyone in here with you,
whether she came of her own free
will or not -
His eyes dart to the TV as he nods that he understands.
No. Not the video.
She kicks him. Then straddles his fat gut and looks him
in the eye.
I will kill you.
And he knows she means it.
Do you doubt anything I've said?
(he shakes his head no)
Do you doubt what's in the reports
about me? What do they say when
you sum them up? They say I'm
(he shakes his head no)
No, it okay. You can nod because
it's true. I am insane.
She gets up off him, rummages through her backpack again.
I know it'll be hard for you to abide
by my rules. Especially no more sex.
I'm going to make it easier for you.
She puts on a plastic surgical mask. He fears the next
thing he'll see is a pair of scissors in her hand, but it
isn't. It's something else he doesn't recognize. She
straddles him again. He squirms under her weight.
Lie still. I've never done this
He sees that the thing in her hand is some kind of
surgical device, a shiny stripped-down gun with a sharp
point and a plastic ink bottle where the bullets would
There will be some blood.
He struggles to twist his body away, but it's useless.
She digs the tattooing gun's needle into his chest and
begins dragging it back and forth. He screams as dots
of blood spatter her plastic mask ...
A127 EXT. BJURMAN'S APARTMENT - DAWN - ESTABLISHING A127
127 INT. BJURMAN'S APARTMENT - DAWN 127
The job has taken her all night. The sky outside the
living room window is beginning to lighten. She drinks a
glass of water in the kitchen, wipes her prints from it.
She crosses to the bedroom where Bjurman's toys have
been wiped cleaned and put back in the dresser. Picks up
her backpack. Looks at him. He's unconscious. She sets
handcuff key next to a dark stain on his stomach.
We stay on the key as she leaves the room. Hearing the
front door open and close, we rise up to see his entire
naked body on the bed. Tattooed into his skin in big
letters, from his nipples to his groin, is:
I AM A RAPIST PIG
128 OMIT: EXT. HEDESTAD - DAWN 128
129 OMIT: INT. COTTAGE - DAWN 129
129A EXT. HEDEBY ISLAND - DAY 129A
Returning from a walk and a smoke, Blomkvist sees -
sitting outside the cottage, petting his cat - Harriet.
Of course it can't be her, but it is a teenage girl who
resembles the old pictures of her. Seeing him, she
waves. It's his daughter.
Hi. What are you doing here?
On my way to Skelleftea. I can only
stay a couple hours.
He arrives and gives her a hug.
What's in Skelleftea?
Light of Life Bible Camp.
Blomkvist tries to hide his dismay.
129B INT. COTTAGE - DAY 129B
He's made them some coffee, and, of course, sandwiches.
Patiently waits for her to finish her silent prayer, and
They're not dangerous.
It's fine, Nilla. Whatever you
want to do is fine. Everybody needs
Just so long as it's not God.
I didn't say that.
As they eat in silence, Blomkvist can't help but think
about Harriet and what Vanger said about not giving her
his attention when she needed it.
I'm not around enough to know
everything that's going on with you,
and I apologize for that. But I'd
never want you to not tell me
something, even if you think I might
not want to hear it.
That's what I'm doing.
129C EXT. TRAIN STATION - HEDESTAD - DAY 129C
The afternoon train is boarding. It's not crowded.
It should have been me visiting you.
It's okay. Everything's good.
He nods but doesn't believe it any more than she believes
he's okay with Bible Camp. She climbs aboard. Waves.
The train begins to move.
Don't go too hard on the Catholics.
The article you're writing.
What are you talking (about) -
The Bible quotes on your desk.
The train clears the platform. He watches after it.
What was she talking about? He glances absently to the
taxi stand. Hussein points to his taxi. Ride?
130 INT. COTTAGE - LATER - DAY 130
Blomkvist comes in, goes straight to his desk, sifts
through the paperwork on it, then sees the Xerox of the
last page of Harriet's address book - the unknown phone
numbers - he taped to the lamp -
Magda 32016 Sara 32109 R.J. 30114 R.L. 32027 Mari 32018
It could be a coincidence they're Bible names -
Magdalene, Sarah, Mary - or maybe not. He digs through
Harriet's personal things for her Bible.
Since all the number sequences begin with `3,' he goes
to the third chapter - Leviticus - notices that its first
facing page is faintly dog-eared - finds R.J's verse -
1:14 - on it:
If a dove is the sinner's offering,
the priest shall wring off its head,
cleave its wings, and burn it upon
131 EXT. COTTAGE - DAY 131
Pinching a cigarette in a shaking hand, Blomkvist pokes
numbers on his cell phone. Instead of ringing he hears a
beep. "Retry?" appears on the cell screen.
132 EXT. HEDESTAD - DAY 132
Back across the bridge by the gas station, he makes the
call on the pay phone.
Detective Morell, it's Mikael
How are you? Not still in Hedestad I
hope for your sake.
The Rebecka Case you mentioned.
What was her last name if you recall.
Of course I do, but what would it
have to do with anything?
As Blomkvist glances to the last page in Harriet's
address book, to R.J. 30114 -
Jacobsson. Rebecka Jacobsson.
How was she killed?
Decapitated. Arms cut off. Burned.
Like the Leviticus dove. A siren. Ambulance coming
past, headed for the bridge.
But this happened in the 1940's -
Hang on a second.
He watches the ambulance speed across the bridge.
I'm going to call you back.
What have you (found) -
Blomkvist hangs up and takes off at a trot toward the
133 EXT. VANGER MANOR - LATER 133
He reaches the manor just as the ambulance is leaving
and Martin is climbing into his Range Rover. He looks
We were talking. He started
rubbing at his arm. Then collapsed.
Is he (conscious) -
I can't talk, Mikael, I have to (go) -
Martin pulls out to follow the ambulance to the hospital.
Blomkvist watches after them.
134 INT. COTTAGE - EVENING 134
The cat naps while Blomkvist looks up the other Leviticus
quotes from Harriet's list in her dog-eared Bible -
The daughter of any priest who
profanes herself by playing the
harlot, profanes her father, and
shall be burned with fire -
A woman who is a medium or sorcerer
shall be put to death by stoning -
There's a knock. He tucks the list in the Bible, sets
aside and answers the door. Frode comes in.
The good news is he survived. How
he does now, we have to see. He's in
ICU. Can I have one of those?
He points to the table.
Blomkvist pours him one, and another for himself.
I don't want to be indelicate. But
Henrik promised me something when I
agreed to do this.
I need to know what he has on him.
Now. In case.
In case he dies? That is indelicate.
And I apologize.
I don't know what he has on him, if
you're asking me. And he can't tell
you in the condition he's in. So ...
is that it then?
Silence. Blomkvist drinks. Eventually -
We also never discussed who I'd
report to if something happened to
You'd report to me, but does it
matter? We both know nothing's going
to come of this.
I'm not so sure.
Frode looks at Blomkvist a little more intently.
What do you mean?
I may have found something.
What did you find?
Now it's Blomkvist who studies Frode. He's not sure he
wants to tell him. And even less so the longer he looks.
The last time I reported something
before I was sure of it, it cost me
Frode studies him again - wondering perhaps if Blomkvist
I need a research assistant. Can you
Yes. Do you have one?
I can find one.
I know a good one. She did the
background check on you.
Do you think we'd hire anyone for
something like this without doing
Blomkvist's brain tries to quickly inventory his life,
pausing at its darker recesses. Frode nods.
Yes, it was quite thorough.
I want to read it.
That I couldn't authorize.
Blomkvist isn't sure how to play this. Then he is.
Sets his napkin down, gets up and begins taking things
down from the wall. Frode watches. Then sighs.
135 EXT. STOCKHOLM - DUSK 135
Only a few lights on in the Milton Security building.
136 INT. ARMANSKY'S OFFICE - DUSK 136
It isn't often a subject of an investigation shows up in
his office, but is always awkward when one does.
Mr. Frode was kind enough to share
your report with me.
(it rests on his lap)
The investigator's name is on it,
but I can find no record of her, and
I'm pretty good at that sort of
Would it really matter what her name
It would if I wanted to speak to her,
which I do.
Just like your sources. You
Let me give you a name then.
He jots "Annika Giannini" on one of Armansky's Post-Its.
My sister. She's a lawyer.
(gestures to the report)
There's information in here that
could only have come from one place.
I think you know what I mean.
Silence. Armansky tries not to look sick. Then -
The reason you can find no record of
her is because her records have been
sealed. She's a ward of the State.
What does that have to do with
She's had a rough life. Can we not
make it rougher on her?
Blomkvist just sits there, the picture of calm ...
137 INT. THE MILL - STOCKHOLM - NIGHT 137
Cacophony of loud techno and a fringe clientele. Alone
at a table drinking, Salander seems comfortable with the
noise and her dateless status, but doesn't avoid a glance
from an Asian girl at the bar, and doesn't tell her to go
away when she comes over and motions to the empty chair.
138 INT. SALANDER'S APARTMENT - MORNING 138
Salander and the girl from the club, asleep in bed,
entwined like snakes.
Salander wakes, disentangles herself, and is padding to
the bathroom when there's a knock on her door.
She stares it. No one ever knocks on her door. But
someone knocks on it again. She crosses to it, wrapping
herself in a blanket.
Who is it?
Her mind races, as Blomkvist's did to the news someone
had invaded his privacy. She unlocks the door. Cracks
it enough to see him. He smiles, but it's disconcerting.
She's not sure it's a harmless one.
May I come in?
Actually I'm not really up (yet) -
He pushes the door enough to pass. Has a paper bag and
satchel with him. Takes in the place, including the girl
in the bedroom, in a glance as he heads for the kitchen.
I assumed you wouldn't have had
breakfast yet so I brought some bagel
sandwiches. And tomato juice. Good
for hangovers. Where do you keep the
Hey. Hey -
(he stops; looks back)
Who do you think you are?
I'm the guy you know better than my
closest friends do.
He opens cabinets looking for the coffee. She stares.
We have a lot to talk about, so why
don't you take a shower, put on some
clothes and get rid of your
139 INT. SALANDER'S APARTMENT - LATER 139
Blomkvist, plunging a French press, watches as the
girlfriend lets herself out. In the bedroom, Salander
finishes getting dressed, sticks her Taser in the back
pocket of her jeans and comes out to find a table setting
that's more formal than she, or anyone who lives alone,
is used to.
You're awake. Good. Breakfast is
He pours her, and then himself, coffee.
I guess I alarmed you showing up like
If you touch me, I'll more than alarm
That won't be necessary.
He smiles. His eyes are not unkind. As he helps himself
to one of the bagels -
Your report on me was quite detailed
but for me not very entertaining.
A copy of it sits next to his plate.
It wasn't meant to be.
When I write about people, I try to
entertain the reader.
Wennerstrom wasn't entertained.
Blomkvist lets it go.
Your boss Armansky tells me you
only work on things that interest
you. I guess I should be flattered.
He also says you're the one he goes
to for jobs that are, `sensitive' is
the word he used. I'll use
`illegal,' since that what it was
when you hacked into my computer.
(they study each other)
I'm not going to do anything about
that. I could but I won't. What I'm
going to do is tell you a story. If
it entertains you, maybe you'll
decide to help me research it
further. If it doesn't, I'll wash
the dishes and leave ... Are you
going to even touch your food?
What kind of research?
Lisbeth - may I call you Lisbeth? I
want you to help me catch a killer of
140 INT. SALANDER'S APARTMENT - LATER - DAY 140
He's arranged some of his research on the floor, and
watches Salander kneeling before it, her eyes passing
over photographs of the Vanger clan, the accident on the
bridge, Xeroxes of the Leviticus list and verses.
I've identified R.J. Her name's
I have no idea who the others are -
or how they're connected to the death
of a 16 year old girl - but they have
His eyes settle on her blue-black "handcuffs" as hers
settle on a copy of an old Hedestad Courier front page:
the article about the grisly murder of Rebecka Jacobsson.
We need to somehow figure out who
they are, what happened to them, what
the Leviticus verses have to do with
She gets up, goes to her desk, begins jotting something
down, ignoring him.
What are you doing?
Getting started. You can keep
talking if you want.
Blomkvist, slightly taken aback, picks up the Leviticus
Xerox from the floor.
Would you like this?
That's what she's jotting down, from memory: the names,
initials and Leviticus numbers. She wakes her laptop -
141 EXT. THE BRIDGE - NIGHT 141
Hussein's taxi brings Blomkvist across to the island.
142 OMIT - INT. COTTAGE NIGHT 142
143 EXT/INT. COTTAGE - NIGHT 143
He gets out with his satchel. Whistles for the cat -
He picks up the bowl of food he left on the porch,
unlocks the door, goes inside, and sees the cat napping
on his desk. He stares at it. Then at the door he just
came through. Then the windows: all shut.
Nothing has been disturbed as far as he can tell, but
someone has been in here.
143A OMIT - 143A - 161A 143A
161AA INT. SALANDER'S APARTMENT - DAY 161AA
A window on Salander's laptop shows a map of Sweden
divided into its 21 counties: Stockholm, Vasterbotten,
She starts with Skane. Hacks *however one does that*
into its police department's crime database (or various
county newspapers' databases).
She fills in the year field with - 1947-1966 - and
continues to types quickly. When we see what that is,
she's in the middle of typing this filters list -
The search produces a screen showing matches to some of
the filter words - the rest of the case synopses greyed
out. But also, with all of them, there's this message:
Full Police Report Not Digitized
161AB INT/EXT. COTTAGE - DAY - (PLACEMENT CHANGE ONLY) 161AB
Blomkvist watches a Hedestad locksmith install a dead-
bolt on his front door.
161AC EXT. STOCKHOLM - NIGHT 161AC
Salander comes out of her apartment building onto an
empty street. Everyone is asleep. No lights on. It
must be about 3am.
She ties a duffel bag down, climbs onto the motorcycle,
kick-starts it, races off into the night.
161AD EXT. VARMLAND - SWEDEN - DAWN 161AD
Salander's Honda races past a pastoral agricultural
161B EXT. POLICE STATION - ESTABLISHING - MORNING 161B
161C INT. POLICE STATION - KARLSTAD - MORNING 161C
An old police detective considers Salander's driver's
license, her Milton Security ID, and a letter signed by
the giant security firm's CEO, Dragan Armansky.
No one's asked me about Magda in over
40 years. No one here even remembers
He waits for her to say something, but she doesn't seem
to understand conversational dynamics, so it's up to him.
Why would a young lady like you want
to know about such a brutal killing.
It interests me.
She nods. He's not sure which he finds stranger - her
appearance or her sincerity. He touches his own neck to
indicate the tattoo on hers.
What's that. A wasp?
A friend of mine calls me that.
So you tattoo it on your neck?
He'd be horrified if one of his grandchildren did that,
but she just shrugs like it's no big deal.
Who's this friend?
Hard for him to picture. But, upon reflection -
I have a feeling you're pretty good
at that, even though you weigh - what
- ninety pounds?
(nothing from her)
Float like a butterfly ...
Come with me, Muhammad.
161D INT. KARLSTAD POLICE FILE ROOM - DAY 161D
The old man rummages through an old file cabinet.
Her husband was our 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 -
He pulls a thick, yellowed folder out and sits with it
and her at a table.
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.
And that troubles him still, that he never solved it.
How exactly was she killed?
Miss - I'm sorry -
Miss Salander, if you don't mind my
asking, when's the last time you ate?
I have a high metabolism. I can't
put on weight.
That's not why I ask. I ask because
it's better to look at what I'm about
to show you on an empty stomach.
He pushes the folder across the table to her ...
161E OMIT - 161E - 161I 161E
161J INT. HEDESTAD HOSPITAL - DAY 161J
Blomkvist comes in to find - like Morell did 40 years
ago - a strange tableaux of suspects - two of whom he's
only yet seen in photographs on his cottage wall -
Birger, Cecilia, Frode, Martin, Gunnar, Anna, and,
looking like an aging overdressed vampire, Isabella,
smoking a cigarette.
How is he?
Frode takes Blomkvist aside.
He needs surgery and there's no DNR.
So it's up to the family to decide to
resuscitate or not, and they're not
good at decisions.
He glances over to them. Isabella's staring back.
How'd it go with Ms. Salander?
She said yes.
Isabella gets up to come over -
Can I see Henrik?
He was asleep when I last looked in.
We can check.
No, you can't check. You can
instruct him to pack his things and
Don't use that tone with me.
This family's had enough tragedy
without you dredging it all up again.
Actually, Isabella, Mr. Blomkvist
works for Henrik.
And who do you work for, Dirch?
Remind me who pays your salary?
We should put this to a vote.
Don't be an idiot, Birger.
It's a family decision like any
Am I right?
You are so seldom right about
anything, it's hard for me to say
yes. But (yes) -
No. We should do what Henrik wants,
and we know what he wants.
Henrik - is in there fighting for
his life. This -
(points to Blomkvist like
he's an object)
- is the last thing he needs.
A nurse chooses this - the absolute worst time - to
Excuse me, Mrs. Vanger, you can't
smoke in here.
Isabella gives the nurse a look so hard it's almost
frightening - calmly flicks an ash on the floor - waits
for the nurse to leave - and looks back at Blomkvist.
Go back to Stockholm. When we want a
false chronicle of the family written
by a libelist, we know who to call.
161K INT. HOSPITAL ROOM - DAY 161K
As Frode guessed, Henrik is asleep, wired up to monitors,
and doesn't stir as Blomkvist looks in on him.
161L EXT. YOUTH HOSTEL - NIGHT 161L
Salander's motorcycle parked outside.
161M INT. YOUTH HOSTEL - NIGHT 161M
As young travelers with huge backpacks try to sleep
around her, Salander reads to herself from a Bible by
flashlight. Leviticus 4:32 -
If a man's offering is a lamb, it
shall be a female without blemish. He
shall lay his hand upon it's head
...slaughter it... empty it's blood
on the base of the altar ... and he
shall be forgiven.
162 EXT. UDDEVALLA- DAY 162
Another police station.
162A INT. KARLSTAD POLICE STATION - DAY 162A
Det. Isaksson is on the phone -
Forget what she looks like, I vouch
for her -
163 INT. POLICE STATION - UDDEVALLA - DAY 163
Another old police detective has Salander's credentials
and a phone in hand -
DET. ISAKSSON O/S
She's smart. And she's serious about
The old Uddevalla detective regards Salander waiting at
the counter. Into the phone -
(convinced but just barely)
All right. Thanks.
He hangs up. To Salander -
This way, Miss.
He escorts her to the file room.
A164 OMIT - EXT. POLICE STATION - FARSTA ESTABLISHING A164
164 INT. FILE ROOM - POLICE STATION - UDDEVALLA - DAY 164
Just like Isaksson, the Uddevalla detective pulls open
an old cabinet drawer, finds a particular ancient folder
in it and hands it to Salander. She begins flipping
through the reports and crime photos inside it, but we
don't see them.
Can I make copies?
I can make them for you if our
machine's been repaired.
She begins photographing the reports and crime scene
pictures with her camera as the detective watches her,
not without some kind of strange sense of admiration.
164A OMIT: INT. COTTAGE - EVENING 164A
165 INT. COTTAGE - EVENING 165
Blomkvist considers Birger's photo on his wall: Brother
of Cecilia, son of Harald the Nazi, 21-years-old when his
cousin Harriet disappeared ...
166 EXT. COTTAGE - EVENING 166
Blomkvist and Martin drink Skane. Martin's normally
breezy demeanor seems to have suffered from his mother's
public displays. Embarrassed by them and her, he's more
My family is impossible. It's why
the company is such a mess.
Please accept my apology for my
It's all right.
It's not all right, she's unbearable.
But it has nothing to do with you.
It's between her and Henrik ... She
lost it when my father died. The
drinking - her state of mind - it all
got so bad Henrik took me and my
sister away from her, leaving her
alone in our old house on the other
side of the island like she was
excommunicated. She's never forgiven
And he seems as lost now as he must have been then.
You have to stay and keep working.
You're Henrik's last chance at some
kind of resolution. Put this to rest
for him one way of the other, and
I'll try to keep my mother away.
But, please, do it as quickly as you
I'll (try) -
They glance off to the sound of a motorcycle. It
appears, roars up, parks. Salander climbs off it and
shoulders a duffel bag. Blomkvist seems surprised to see
Lisbeth, this is Martin Vanger.
How do you do.
She comes past them without another word. Martin can't
help noticing her wasp and handcuff tattoos. Looks after
her as she disappears into the cottage. It's hard to
believe, but he has to ask:
166A INT. COTTAGE - MOMENTS LATER 166A
Blomkvist comes in as Martin drives off. Salander is
already unpacking her things - laptop, charger, change of
clothes. What's she doing, moving in?
Any trouble finding the place?
Everyone in town knows who and where
That's comforting. Are you hungry?
Want a sandwich?
Busy setting up her laptop on his desk, starting it up,
sitting down at it, she's all but ignoring him.
I used to have a motorcycle. When I
She hands him her own dog-eared Bible and a copy of the
list of names and initials he gave her -
The five cases from Harriet's
list. And five more she missed -
three I'm sure about.
Five more? Blomkvist stares at her but she's turned back
to her laptop, bringing up police reports and crime scene
Rebecka was the first, like you
thought ... M.H., is Mari Holmberg
- a prostitute in Kalmar - murdered
in 1954. Leviticus verse 20, line
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(reading from it)
"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."
Blomkvist doesn't see a connection.
She was raped and stabbed, but the
cause of death was suffocation with a
sanitary napkin. R.L. Rakel Lunde,
Salander brings up more crime photos -
Cleaning woman and part-time palm
reader, tied up with a clothesline,
gagged, raped, head crushed with a
rock. Leviticus 20:27.
"A woman who is a medium or sorcerer
shall be put to death by stoning."
She's lit a cigarette and brings up the next photos -
I only smoke outside.
(ignoring the comment)
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 any priest
who profanes herself by playing the
harlot, profanes her father and
shall be burned with (fire) -
(on top of his last word)
Magda Lovisa Sjoberg, 1960 -
Several photos of a dead woman and dead cow -
Found in a barn, stabbed and raped
with farm tools. A cow in the next
stall with its throat slit, its blood
splashed on her, 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) -
(again on his last word)
Lea Persson, 1962 -
A photo of a pretty girl in riding jodhpurs, petting a
horse, and several more of her dead naked body on a wet
cement floor surrounded by tropical fish.
Found by her sister in their pet
shop - raped, beaten. The killer
uncaged the animals, smashed the
aquariums. There was a parakeet
inside her. Leviticus 26:21/22.
Before Blomkvist can find the verse, she's on to the next
ones. More photos of murdered girls -
Eva Gustavsson, 1960. A runaway.
Raped, strangled, a burnt pigeon
tied around her neck. Lena
Andersson, 1967, a student. Raped,
stabbed, decapitated -
I'm not done -
It's all right, we're looking for a
serial murderer ... But what does it
have to do with a 16-year-old girl
on an island?
Salander, as we know, is not paid to give her opinion.
She's a hunter/gatherer, not an analyst. But Blomkvist
asked, so she gives it -
She was looking for him, too.
167 OMIT - INT. COTTAGE - NIGHT 167
168 EXT. COTTAGE - LATER - NIGHT 168
The silence they just left has followed them out here.
The island, more than ever, feels haunted as Blomkvist
looks off, smoking.
Rape. Torture. Fire. Animals.
Religion. Anything I'm missing?
The names. They're all Biblical.
The first woman, the whore, the
Virgin Mary - Sara, Rakel - all from
the Old Testament.
Which means they're Jewish names.
He glances off to Harald's dark house.
If there's one thing the Vangers have
more than their share of, it's Nazis.
There's one of them.
The Nazi's shadowy form crosses behind the shades ...
169 INT. COTTAGE - LATER - NIGHT 169
He pokes at embers in the fireplace to try coax some
I can see why Armansky values you so
highly. Your work is very good.
It interests me.
He takes a blanket from the back of a chair.
I'll take the couch. You can have
I can sleep on a couch.
So can I.
She takes the blanket from him and sits with it on the
couch. He watches her a moment.
(heads off to the bedroom)
She switches off the lamp. Then, in a moment, in the
Harriet's name isn't.
A170 EXT. COTTAGE - MORNING - ESTABLISHING A170
170 INT. COTTAGE - MORNING 170
Salander browses through an iPhoto album of old
photographs of Blomkvist and the motorcycle he mentioned.
In some of them, Erika is with him. In all of them, he's
wearing a leather jacket not unlike Salander's.
What are you doing?
He's just woken up in a tangle of blankets on the couch
to see her at his laptop. She closes the album, leaving
on the screen what she was looking at before: his iMovie
of the parade and some annotated police files.
Going over your notes.
She gives him a don't-be-a-child look.
Have some coffee.
I will. And then we'll have a talk
about what's yours and what's mine.
Blomkvist drags himself up, pours himself some coffee,
adds some milk.
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It's amazing what you figured out
from the parade photos.
Too bad you don't have hers.
She doesn't say. He comes over. She plays the iMovie,
stops on a frame before Harriet turns her head. Points
to a young couple standing among the people behind her.
The woman has an Instamatic camera in her hand.
She advances to the next frame: The woman has raised
the camera to her eye.
And the next: Harriet turning her head in foreground
while in the background the flash cube atop the woman's
Instamatic flares slightly.
Blomkvist is stunned, by both the fact he didn't notice
it before, and what it means: Though the woman is taking
a snapshot of the parade, she could have inadvertently
included in it whatever - whoever - Harriet saw at that
moment across the street.
He takes over his laptop from her, finds the later
Courier photos he didn't include in his iMovie, after
Harriet has left.
In one, the couple is moving off the other way. In
another, they're getting in a parked car to leave.
He sharpens the Photoshop contrast. The rear license
plate is partly visible, but too small for him to make
out even by squinting.
Can you read that?
A, C, Three - the rest is blocked.
He focuses on a decal on the car's back window. The
letters are even small and blurrier, but she thinks she
can make out -
N, something, R, S, J -
Then something, K, something, R, I,
F, something, I -
(points below the letters)
Is that a phone number?
Too small to read.
He gets up. Heads for the front door to smoke his
cigarette outside -
I'm going to have to go to Norsjo.
He opens the door to leave and sees on the porch -
The charred corpse of the cat. Its legs - sawn off and
arranged in the shape of a swastika - lie in the middle
of a dark circle of blood.
He seems too startled to move, but when Salander sees
it, she immediately gets her camera and begins framing
close-ups of the cat parts, and its head resting atop
the seat of her motorcycle.
Blomkvist stares off at Harald's house ...
171 OMIT: EXT. COTTAGE - MORNING 171
172 OMIT: INT. FRODE'S HOUSE - DAY 172
172A INT. HEDESTAD HOSPITAL CAFETERIA - DAY 172A
As Frode scrolls through the photos of the dismembered
cat on Salander's camera, horrified by them, she regards
at a table across the room: Birger, Isabella and Gunner.
I wouldn't think Harald would sign
his name like this, would you?
I can't say I know how he thinks. He
Has anyone spoken to him about me
since I've been here?
Maybe Isabella. No one else.
Could she do something like this?
Frode glances off to her. She's staring at Salander.
And turns to Birger.
Who's this creature now?
Frode takes one more look at the photos before -
I'm calling this off.
No. You're authorizing me to rent
172AA INT. HOSPITAL - LATER - DAY 172AA
Blomkvist and Salander coming down a corridor on their
I'm sorry if that was uncomfortable.
They don't bother me.
I'm sure they're not used to people
who look like you.
They don't like you either.
172B EXT. HIGHWAY - DAY 172B
A car and a motorcycle split apart at an interchange -
the Volvo to the north, Salander's Honda to the south.
173 EXT. STOCKHOLM - DAY 173
Salander pulls her Honda into an underground garage.
174 INT. MILTON SECURITY - DAY 174
No one says hello to her - nor she to them - as she
strides through the place to the tech room.
INSERT: Cases snapped open revealing sophisticated
surveillance equipment - several cameras, mounts, hand
I can't give you any of this
stuff without authorization from
So call him.
The clerk picks up a phone, but then sets it back down.
Picks up the list again.
Next time, I'd prefer you fill out
the proper paperwork.
A175 EXT. HIGHWAY - DAY A175
A Volvo speeds along a rural highway, far from Hedestad
and the Vangers.
175 INT. VOLVO - MOVING - DAY 175
On the passenger seat -
INSERT: the car rental agreement - a print of the
parade photo of the couple getting into the car he was
looking at with Salander on his laptop - and a hand-
written note that reads -
175A EXT/INT. HIGHWAY / VOLVO - DAY 175A
A POV through the windshield of a highway sign alerts him
the Norsjo exit is coming up.
176 EXT. NORSJO - DAY 176
The main street of a very small town. The Volvo pulls to
a stop outside its only hardware store.
177 INT. HARDWARE STORE - DAY 177
An ancient place with narrow aisles crammed with stuff.
Can I help you?
The clerk - for what Blomkvist needs - is too young.
I'm waiting for the older gentleman,
He gestures to a clerk in his 60's helping a customer.
178 INT. HARDWARE STORE - LATER 178
The older clerk looks at the parade photo of the couple.
The carpentry shop is gone. I don't
know if he worked there or not. If he
did, maybe he used to buy hardware
I don't recognize him. Sorry.
I had to start somewhere. Thanks.
As he gathers up the photos to leave -
I'm no detective, but I think I
would've started at the retirement
Blomkvist looks up. Not a bad idea.
178A INT. SALANDER'S APARTMENT - STOCKHOLM - DAY 178A
Salander checks a `mirror' of Bjurman's computer on her
laptop. Skims one of the monthly reports she instructed
him to write.
A179 EXT. RETIREMENT HOME - NORSJO - ESTABLISHING A179
179 INT. RETIREMENT HOME - NORSJO - DAY 179
A group of elderly men and women in a rec room pass
Blomkvist's photos around. One old man offers -
This is Brannlund's kid. He was a
contractor, the father.
Blomkvist writes the name down.
You wouldn't happen to know where I
could find him, the son?
Next to his father at the cemetery.
He was killed in an accident on a job
site years ago. But she might be
(the woman in the picture)
A180 EXT. BRANNLUND HOUSE - ESTABLISHING A180
180 INT. BRANNLUND HOUSE - DAY 180
She is still alive, and sitting across from Blomkvist in
her living room as he takes out his photos -
In 1966, you were in Hedestad with
He shows her one of the photos.
Oh, my goodness, there we are. Who
Photographer at the local paper.
She smiles at the picture; it brings back good memories.
You were taking pictures, too. Which
I'd very much like to see if by some
miracle you still have them.
It wouldn't be a miracle. We were on
our honeymoon. But why?
Blomkvist thinks about making something up. Decides not
to. Indicates Harriet in the photo -
This girl was killed that day, soon
after seeing something across the
street that frightened her.
Blomkvist nods; Mildred takes a closer look at the photo.
She does look terrified.
Mildred gets up with purpose, goes into another room,
returns with a photo album. Leafs past wedding photos,
to honeymoon photos and stops on the only one she took
of the parade. She hands the album to Blomkvist.
The snapshot shows the float with the harem girls in
foreground, and - in the background, across the street -
several out of focus figures -
Would you mind if I made a copy of
181 EXT. BJURMAN'S OFFICE BUILDING - LATE AFTERNOON 181
182 INT. BJURMAN'S OFFICE BUILDING - LATE AFTERNOON 182
He gets in the elevator without really looking at the
figure already in it.
A finger presses it. The doors close and the elevator
How's your sex life?
Bjurman, terrified, backs into a corner. She presses a
button and the elevator jerks to a stop between floors.
I didn't care much for your last
(which she has in hand)
It felt perfunctory, like your heart
wasn't in it. Let's see a little
more enthusiasm for my recovery in
I under(stand) -
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.
He nods. She gets the elevator going again and steps
closer to him. He tries bowing his head like a dog being
scolded. She lifts his chin like he did to her before he
And stop visiting tattoo removal
websites or I'll do it again - right
She touches his forehead. He backs away. The doors
open and she steps out, leaving him in there, looking too
frightened to move. The doors close.
183 INT. COTTAGE - LATE AFTERNOON 183
Having returned and scanned Mildred's snapshot into
Photoshop, Blomkvist better defines on his laptop its
background and the people in frame across the street
from where Harriet was standing:
INSERT: Couples, kids, a clown.
INSERT: The watch repair shop clock that reads, 2:00.
INSERT: A figure standing slightly apart from the other
It's too blurry to make out his face or age, but he has
light brown hair, dark slacks, and a dark blazer with
some kind of patch on the pocket.
184 EXT. STOCKHOLM - LATE AFTERNOON 184
Salander blasts onto the highway headed north.
185 INT COTTAGE - AFTERNOON 185
Blomkvist regards Isabella's two photos on the wall.
In one she's a stunning young woman. In the other, the
old wreck she's become.
He glances to her husband Gottfried's photo. Where a
second more current photo of him should go is a Courier
article about his drowning in 1965. That's when Isabella
changed - and this is where it happened - in this old
house out on the point.
He untacks the article -
186 EXT. HEDEBY ISLAND - LATE AFTERNOON 186
The boathouse hasn't fared well. Neither has the dock
Blomkvist has to walk on to reach it. He glances inside -
no boat, just dark water slapping against the pilings -
looks back to the shore at the long-uninhabited cabin.
187 INT. CABIN - LATER - LATE AFTERNOON 187
No electricity but enough light spills through the open
door for him to see the neglected, shadowy interior:
Beds with bare, or no, mattresses. Sticks of furniture.
Old water-stained books strewn around. Beer bottles and
other debris left by intrepid Hedestad teenagers.
It's creepy, even if you weren't alone in it, knowing
what you know.
He kneels to look at some of the books. Mickey Spillane,
a bird guidebook, something called The Evil Empire about
the USSR, a children's book. He opens this last one and
sees "Harriet" scrawled in a very young child's hand.
188 EXT. HEDEBY ISLAND - LATE AFTERNOON 188
Having climbed the cliff above the cabin, he finds
himself at the highest point on the island. Stops to
rest at the ruins of a fort.
A piece of the stone wall next to his head suddenly
erupts. As fragments tear into his scalp, he hears the
delayed crack and echo of the rifle shot -
He throws himself to the ground. Crawls desperately
around and behind the ruins. Sees his shirt is bloody
but can't feel a wound under it. Touches his face and
finds the blood is coming from his forehead.
He can see no one, and is almost relieved since if he
could it would mean they were walking toward him, which
would mean he would soon be shot dead, point blank.
He has to get out of here before that happens. Behind
him - the rocky cliff he just climbed. Ahead of him - a
clearing leading to woods. Really only one choice -
He runs for the trees. Dives through a curtain of
thicket and stinging nettles that tear at his arms and
hands. Crawls the rest of the way to the woods on his
elbows and toes like an infantryman.
Safe for the moment, he figures, hidden in the woods, he
looks at the sun low in the sky, and decides to wait.
189 INT/EXT. COTTAGE - EVENING 189
Salander, returned from Stockholm, moves around the
cottage - inside and out - installing the equipment she
brought from Milton Security:
Motion detectors - security cameras - software that
bisects a PC screen into quadrants showing night-vision
views of each corner of the cottage.
190 OMIT: EXT. HEDEBY ISLAND - EVENING 190
191 INT/EXT. COTTAGE - NIGHT 191
A figure appears on a quadrant of Salander's surveillance
PC. Comes past the motorcycle and nearly reaches the
porch before she hears -
She opens the door to see him covered in blood, pressing
a torn piece of his shirt to his bleeding head - and
It's that bad?
192 INT. COTTAGE - NIGHT 192
She turns the bathtub's hot water tap -
Is it still bleeding?
(touches the wound)
It's still bleeding ... why is it
still bleeding ...
She pulls a length of dental floss from its case -
Is that dental floss?
Splits it in two thinner lengths with her chewed finger
Feeds one of the lengths of floss through the eye of a
What is that -
(he can see it's a needle)
Is that necessary?
We can't just tape it?
She perches on the edge of the tub where he sits - still
in his pants - half-submerged in tepid water - bottle of
vodka in his hand.
Did you sterilize that?
She splashes some of the vodka on the needle. Most of it
goes in the water. Hands the bottle back to him.
Drink some more.
He takes a swig from the vodka bottle. She reaches to his
face with the needle and floss -
Careful, it's my eye.
It takes all he's got not to move, and even that isn't
enough as she first sticks the needle through the flesh.
He pulls away with a groan.
She just looks at him. Waits for him to take another swig
of vodka to steel himself.
She pierces him a second time, draws the floss through
the skin. And after that it doesn't seem to be so bad.
As she works, his eyes glance to hers with a mixture of
dread and gratitude, but hers are focused on the work.
Hers then briefly glance to his, but now his are down.
192A INT. COTTAGE - A FEW MINUTES LATER - NIGHT 192A
He comes out of the bathroom in his soaking wet pants and
collapses on the bed. She works to pull his pants off.
What am I doing here ... why did I
ever come up here ...
He touches the wound and looks at his fingers -
It's too dark to see ... did it stop
bleeding ... I think maybe it has ...
it still fucking hurts ...
192B INT. COTTAGE - A FEW MINUTES LATER - NIGHT 192B
She regards the surveillance monitor, the night-vision
views of the cottage. She can't believe it but she feels
vigilant more for his sake than her own.
She goes to a window and looks out. Sees her own
reflection in the glass and studies it. Then kicks her
193 INT. COTTAGE - MOMENTS LATER - NIGHT 193
She comes into the bedroom in her t-shirt and underwear.
He's still muttering without looking at her.
It wasn't an accident ...
Somebody was shooting at me ...
It's insane ... these people are
No one's shooting at you now.
She pulls her t-shirt over his stitched-up head,
cocooning it against her breasts. Silence. Then -
I'm pretty sure this isn't a good
He extracts his head from the cocoon and looks at her.
Apart from the fact that I'm old, we
You work with what's-her-name.
That's worked out for you.
He nods. That's true. Then -
I have some standards of behavior,
believe it or not.
You need to stop talking.
She climbs on top of him.
194 INT. COTTAGE - LATER - NIGHT 194
Afterwards. She opens his dwindling pack of cigarettes.
Lights one. Glances over to him lying next to her. He's
not looking at the smoke but rather the startling tattoos
on her bare legs and arms. Eventually -
You want me to open a window?
He shakes his head no. Reaches for the cigarette. Takes
a drag. Hands it back.
195 INT. COTTAGE - MORNING 195
He wakes. Comes out to find a proper place setting on
the table. Sits with Salander. Listens to that awkward,
but not altogether unpleasant silence you always hear in
this situation the next morning. She breaks it -
I like working with you.
I like working with you, too.
196 OMIT - INT. HOSPITAL CAFETERIA - DAY 196
196A EXT. MARTIN'S HOUSE - DAY 196A
196B INT. MARTIN'S HOUSE - DAY 196B
Frode and Martin stare at Blomkvist's unprofessionally
sutured head wound; Salander near him like an emaciated
People hunt on the island, Mikael.
Gunner's out there shooting something
almost every day for his dinner. It
could have been a stray shot.
Not from Gunner. If he wanted to
shoot him, he'd have shot him.
We get poachers. They're not always
such great shots.
Or he's right, Dirch. What if he is?
This has to stop.
Frode regards Blomkvist.
Do you want to stop?
I have police reports, photos,
Henrik's notes, my own notes, and
Lisbeth's research. What I don't
have are Vanger Industries records.
That's what I want.
Blomkvist doesn't say. Only -
Will you authorize it?
I could but why on earth would I?
Because I'm asking.
The private corporate records.
How far back?
All the way.
Frode exchanges a look with Martin.
Henrik said I have access to
everything I need. This is what I
That's not what he meant.
Let's ask him.
He's not well enough to ask.
I'd be happy to sign a nondisclosure
statement, if that helps you.
Excuse us a moment.
Frode and Martin step away to confer in private.
I think Henrik would say yes.
That's why he has me. To protect
him from himself. This is insane.
What do we have to hide?
Over the course of 120 years of
doing business? Plenty.
If he needs this to do his job, he
should have permission.
This goes against every privileged, confidential bone
in the lawyer's body. He can only stare at Blomkvist and
Salander across the room, wondering why he hired either
one of them.
197 EXT. HEDEBY ISLAND - LATER - DAY 197
Blomkvist and Salander walk down the road from Martin's
What am I looking for?
Any connections between the
company's holdings and the towns
where the women were killed ... and
everything about Frode.
198 EXT. HEDESTAD - DAY 198
Vanger Industries' corporate archives are kept in the
oldest building in the town's warehouse district. The
rumble of Salander's motorcycle announces her arrival.
199 INT. COTTAGE - SAME TIME - DAY 199
Like someone visiting a relative they never liked,
Blomkvist reviews yet again the photos from `that day' -
scrolling through the bridge accident shots -
He stops. One of the figures has something in his hand
he hadn't noticed before. It and the figure are somewhat
blurred in movement - but it looks like a gun. He
sharpens the contrast to reveal that the gun is in fact a
Hasselblad-type camera. Looks at the man's face - then
at his wall of Vanger family photos - unhappy to see it
matches Harald ...
200 INT. VANGER INDUSTRIES - LATER - DAY 200
Carbon-copied or original documents from the 50's and
60's surround Salander like the water around the island:
Financial analyses, annual reports, internal memoranda,
trade union agreements, brittle news clippings, corporate
staff photographs, one of which she's regarding now: A
much younger Frode, posing against a wall of law books.
200A INT. COTTAGE - DAY 200A
The photo of Harald in his Nazi uniform on the wall.
Your father was taking pictures
that day no one has seen.
201 INT. CECILIA'S HOUSE - DAY 201
Cecilia looks at the blurred bridge photo of Harald with
the camera in his hand. Then at Blomkvist, coolly.
I'd like to if I could.
So ask him.
I was wondering if you could do that.
I don't speak to him, as you know.
You couldn't make an exception in my
He gives her his most disarming smile. It usually works
with women, but doesn't seem to have much affect on her.
Are you afraid to be in the same
room with him? I'm not saying you
You won't help me?
202 INT. VANGER INDUSTRIES - DAY 202
Salander gets up and crosses to an anteroom where an
unhappy older woman - the archive manager - seems to be
doing nothing but waiting for the strange girl to leave.
Are you finished?
No. I need to know where all the
factories, offices and projects were
from 1949 to 1966.
You already have everything.
I don't. Nothing on subsidiary
corporations, partnerships, or
Then you'll have to do without.
Mr. Frode said I have access to
whatever I need, and I need this.
He said you have access to this
The woman stares at her for a long moment, then picks up
203 INT. ARCHIVES - DAY 203
Stairs lead them to a higher floor. The woman climbs a
step-stool. Pulls a couple of large binders from a high
shelf. Salander doesn't help her off the stool and the
woman looks at her even more unhappily than before.
204 INT. HARALD'S DEN - DAY 204
The blinds, as usual, closed. Couple of lamps throw
shadows on the walls which display hunting and military
trophies - wild game heads, sabers and vintage firearms -
some of Harald's dearer photographs - some photographs in
Blomkvist, alone in the room, looks at them: Swedish
Nazi leader in the 1930's.
Sven Olof Lindholm.
The 92-year-old comes into the room from the kitchen,
followed by a housekeeper with a tea tray. Indicates the
younger man in the photo, also in a Nazi uniform, that
Blomkvist is looking at.
Blomkvist nods. Has no idea what to say. But Harald
waits for more of a response. Finally -
Birger Furugard. Me.
Blomkvist's eyes shift to a bolt-action Mauser infantry
rifle displayed on a shelf ...
But your interest is in my more
candid photographic work.
205 INT. ARCHIVES - DAY 205
Spread out on the desk: A map of Sweden showing the
factory sites and other Vanger holdings - and one she
made earlier where the nine women were murdered. Dots
appear at the same locations on both.
On a handwritten list of the victims, she puts a check
next to Rebecka Jacobsson, 1949, Hedestad - moves on to
Mari Holmberg, 1954, Kalmar - begins sifting through the
mountain of Vanger Industries clippings from that year -
206 INT. HARALD'S DEN - DAY 206
A bony Nazi pouring tea in a shadowy room with you is
bad, but the rabbit-print tea cozy only makes it worse.
Blomkvist tries to ignore him settling back in his worn
leather chair with his chipped cup, and sifts through an
old shoebox of unsorted photographs:
A holiday at Lake Como, early 1950's judging from the
cars; a Vanger family gathering long ago; some men posing
by a slain wild boar dangling from a rope.
Harald holds out a pack of cigarettes. Blomkvist comes
over, pulls one out.
Blom ... kvist ...
(lights the cigarette)
With an `o' - or a `u.'
An `o.' Blom - kvist.
Harald doesn't say it, but his nod means, `not Jewish
then. Good' Blomkvist returns to the photos, glancing
up occasionally to the smoke curling up past Harald's
face as he examines the journalist at work.
I'm not a recluse. I don't close
my door to anyone. They just don't
Perhaps if you redecorated.
Hide the past like they do. Under
a thin, shiny veneer. Like an Ikea
I'm the most honest of all of them.
Blomkvist opens another shoebox. Lying on top is a
photograph of the bridge accident, and, under it, a few
more. He takes them out and angles them toward a lamp.
Two point eight.
The Zeiss Tessar on my Hasselblad.
Blomkvist tries to nod appreciatively, but the bridge
photos don't tell him anything he doesn't already know.
He finds several more that appear to be a hunting
expedition - men and blood hounds - but then sees Morell
in one, more policemen, and a stricken Henrik in boots
and raincoat, and realizes this is the search party. Off
to the side, a young man, head turned half away, wearing
a dark blazer with a gold patch, which that 2.8 Zeiss
lens makes clear is a prep school insignia. A lion.
Landscape? Some nice landscapes
No, it's - I can't tell who it is
from this angle.
He takes the photo over to the Nazi who only has to
glance at it a moment to recognize his late nephew's son:
That's Gottfried's boy.
Harald nods, hands it back, smokes. It's not unusual
Martin would have joined the search party - it would be
unusual if he hadn't - it's his sister that's missing -
but this blazer he's wearing troubles Blomkvist -
Handsome but useless young man,
Martin. Like his father.
207 INT. ARCHIVES - DUSK 207
The archive manager shoulders her purse, locks her
anteroom, and approaches Salander.
(without looking up)
Nowhere near finished.
I'm not staying late.
I am. And I need access to all the
rooms, including any that are locked.
(nothing from the woman)
208 INT. HOSPITAL - DUSK 208
As Henrik naps and Martin clears his dinner tray, Frode
listens to the caller on the room phone -
She wants to look at everything. I
don't like her and I don't trust her.
There's something wrong with her.
Hang on a second -
I'm going to let you decide. It's
Ms. Lindgren again.
(takes the phone)
Yes, Ingrid, what's the problem?
This girl wants a set of keys now.
To my room as well. It's outrageous.
It's fine. Just tell her to make
sure to leave the keys with security
when she's done.
209 INT. ARCHIVES - DUSK 209
Having found nothing of interest in the 1954 files,
Salander moves on to the 1957 killing of Rakel Lunde.
The older woman comes back. Drops a set of keys on the
Stay all night if you want. Leave
the keys with the guard.
The woman leaves. Her footsteps echo and fade. Salander
reads a yellowed clipping from a Landskrona newspaper:
It's about Vanger Industries hiring a local contractor,
Carlen Construction, to build a plant. Gottfried Vanger -
here to sign the contract.
But all that really interests Salander is the date. The
article was published one day after the paper printed the
story of the discovery of Rakel's battered naked body.
Salander flips through the handwritten notes she made
during her talk with the retired detective in Landskrona -
and finds that part-time palm reader Rakel's main job was
as a cleaning woman for Carlen Construction.
The detective interviewed her co-workers, but no one from
Vanger Industries, including that firm's representative
in town for a few days, Gottfried Vanger.
Gottfried Vanger ... which one was he again? Salander
brings up on her laptop photographs she took of the wall
of the cottage: the Vanger family tree.
Gottfried Vanger, Son of Margareta & Richard the Nazi
Husband of crazy Isabella, Father of Martin and Harriet
Of all the Vangers - at least back in 1950 when Harriet
was born - Gottfried was the most handsome. Clark Gable
She puts a check next to Rakel's name and returns to Mari
Holmberg and the 1954 Vanger files.
210 INT. COTTAGE - EVENING 210
Blomkvist flips through one of Morell's reports stating
everyone's whereabouts on the day Harriet's disappeared.
INSERT: Across from Martin Vanger's name it reads:
"Arrived on 4:30 train."
He brings up the Photoshop-enhanced Brannlund parade
photo on his laptop -
INSERT: The figure with the blazer and pocket patch
standing near the watch repair clock, which reads: 2:00.
And the photo Harald let him take with him of
`Gottfried's useless boy' -
INSERT: Young Martin with the search party, the emblem
clearly visible on his blazer pccket.
He shuffles through copies of articles in Salander's
victims' files. Looks at the last one, Lena Andersson,
1967. The photo is a school wallet photo -
INSERT: She's wearing a sweater with the same Uppsala
Prep School lion emblem as Martin.
He looks at Mildred's parade photo of the figure standing
near the watch repair clock. It reads, 2:00.
And the photo Harald let him take with him of
`Gottfried's useless boy' with the search party. In it
and the parade photo, he's wearing the same blazer.
He shuffles through copies of articles in Salander's
victims' files. Looks at the last one, Lena Andersson,
1967. The photo is a school wallet photo - in a sweater
with the same Uppsala Prep School lion emblem as Martin.
211 INT. VANGER ARCHIVES - EVENING 211
Knowing what she's looking for now, Salander finds it
fairly quickly: A clipping about a timber company Vanger
Industries bought in Kalmar and an interview in its local
paper with Gottfried, two days after Mari's murder.
She jumps to 1960 - Magda Lovisa Sjoberg - Karlstad - and
an article in its local paper - this time with a photo of
Gottfried - about a union dispute at its factory there.
212 EXT. COTTAGE - EVENING 212
Blomkvist comes out with his cell phone, tries to make a
bar or two materialize on it. Dials but only gets a beep
that asks him if he wants to `retry.' He doesn't.
Instead, under the darkening sky, he looks off to the
point. Martin's house is small in the distance, but he
can see there's no car in the driveway and no lights on.
He stares at it for a long time ...
213 INT. VANGER ARCHIVES - EVENING 213
Salander pulls a 1962 Uddevalla paper from the files.
Same day this time, the same page of the newspaper: Lea
Persson's horrific murder and an story quoting Gottfried
about an expansion project to the town's harbor.
She regards Gottfried's newsprint photo: His face looks
more than 8 years older than the one in Kalmar but that's
what drinking to excess, and murder perhaps, does to you.
214 INT. COTTAGE - EVENING 214
Blomkvist lays the Lena Andersson article - and the
photograph of the figure at the parade - atop the rest of
the junk on the desk - and quickly scrolls through photos
on his laptop, leaving on the screen for Salander to see
when she returns: Martin's recent Vanger Industries PR
215 INT. ARCHIVES - NIGHT 215
Salander has hit a snag. Gets up. We stay to have a
look at the problem she leaves: the victims list - now
with "Gottfried" jotted down next to all but one name:
1967 - Lena Andersson - Uppsala
Next to it, the newspaper article about the murdered
girl, with a school photo. And, next to that, the reason
there's no "Gottfried" notation: his obituary in a
Hedestad Courier clipping: 1965.
We listen to the fading echo of Salander's footsteps -
216 INT. ARCHIVES - SAME TIME - NIGHT 216
As annoying as the older woman was, it was less creepy
with her around. Salander is alone in the old building
now, wandering through it looking for vending machines.
She finds some. Drops coins in one. A cup fills with
coffee. She gets a candy bar from another. The coffee
machine finishes. The place again plunges into silence.
She starts back with her snack down a hallway -
217 EXT. HEDEBY ISLAND - NIGHT 217
Trying to look like he's just out for a stroll,
Blomkvist walks past Martin's dark house, then turns
around, walks up the front path to the porch and makes a
show of knocking on the door, just in case anyone on the
island can see him, which is doubtful in this darkness.
He tries the door. Locked. Comes down off the porch as
if leaving, but then veers off the path and walks around
to the side of the house.
He peers through a floor-to-ceiling window, but can't
see much inside. Comes around to the back and looks in
another window. Tries the back door. Unlocked.
218 INT. MARTIN'S HOUSE - CONTINUOUS 218
He can't see a lot in the dark, but doesn't dare switch
on any lights. He crosses through the kitchen, but we
stay behind to regard a closed basement door ...
We pick him up again as he comes into the living room,
follow him to a wall of glass. It's pitch black outside.
We follow him down a hallway - but stop at a bedroom
doorway as if this is as far as we care to go. We stay
at the threshold and watch him go in and look around. As
he begins rummaging around the recesses of a closet -
218A EXT. THE BRIDGE - NIGHT 218A
A pair of headlights comes across the bridge.
218B INT. MARTIN'S HOUSE - NIGHT 218B
Blomkvist comes back to the wall of glass. Still no
lights out there. Heads off to the hall again.
218C EXT. HEDEBY ISLAND - NIGHT 218C
The car parks fifty yards from Blomkvist's cottage. The
headlights blink off. Someone climbs out.
218D INT. MARTIN'S HOUSE - NIGHT 218D
Blomkvist comes into a study. Lots of books and framed
photographs. He begins looking around.
218E EXT. HEDEBY ISLAND - NIGHT 218E
The headlights come up the road leading to the point.
218F INT. MARTIN'S HOUSE - NIGHT 218F
Blomkvist approaches a gun case in the study. Hunting
rifles. Three of them - and an empty space for a fourth
The trees outside the study window flare with light. A
moment later, Blomkvist hears a sound of tires on gravel.
Martin is back, and Blomkvist is in his house.
We rush back down the hall with Blomkvist. Hopefully
Martin will enter through the front door because we're
going to try to get out the back one -
Blomkvist trips over something in the dark and we go down
with him. Then up again - through the kitchen - past the
basement door - grabs a knife from a drawer - shoves it
in a back pocket - hurries out the rear door -
219 EXT. MARTIN'S HOUSE - CONTINUOUS 219
Blomkvist tries to steady his breathing as he slinks
around the side of the house. As he passes a window, it
lights up - and we again hit the ground with him.
He hurries across the yard, trips over something in the
dark - a sprinkler? - and goes down again into wet muck.
He gets up and starts down the road as if returning from
a leisurely evening walk - which would be more convincing
without the limp - not daring to look back as he goes.
Blomkvist stops. His heart pounds. Martin comes down
his porch and walks toward his car.
Your evening stroll?
Hi. How are you?
Martin pulls a golf bag from his trunk and shoulders it.
I stopped at the hospital on my way
home. Henrik asked me to ask you
Come on in, I'll make you a drink.
Naturally, this is the last thing Blomkvist wants to do,
but it would be more suspicious if he refuses. He heads
back to Martin's house, trying not to limp.
220 INT. ARCHIVES - NIGHT 220
Finished with her candy bar and coffee, Salander opens
the 1967 files, looks through the clippings for anything
of note in Uppsala, where Lena was killed.
She finds no news of factories opening there that year,
but she does come across a PR newsletter about a winter
retreat for fifty employees and their families.
There's a photo of Henrik presenting someone with a Best
Worker of the Year plaque. And another taken at a dinner
for twenty guests and Vanger family members:
The camera has captured Henrik presiding at the head of
the table, putting on a brave face, raising a champagne
flute - as everyone else does the same - except for the
young man at the far right foreground.
He looks sullen. But what teenager wouldn't at an event
as boring as this. Salander would look even more sullen.
She checks the caption and reads:
... far right, Martin Vanger (19), currently studying in
Uppsala. Same place as Lena - though it's what young
Martin is wearing that strikes her: an Uppsala private
school blazer with a lion on its pocket - the same as on
Lena Andersson's sweater in the photo of her in the
article about her murder.
221 INT. MARTIN'S HOUSE - NIGHT 221
It's not as eerie with the lights on - except for the
fact there's a killer in it. Martin sets the golf clubs
down and begins emptying a grocery bag in the kitchen.
What happened to you?
Blomkvist's clothes. The fresh mud stains.
I fell in the dark.
You don't have a flashlight? I'll
give you one.
I just wasn't being careful.
Martin smiles, but Blomkvist isn't sure what he said
warrants one. Martin begins rummaging through a drawer
for a flashlight. The knife block - with one missing -
is right there.
How's the investigation?
Nothing new to report.
Blomkvist notices a drop of blood from his pantleg on
the stone floor and covers it up with his shoe. Martin,
not seeming to notice, finds a mini-Maglite in the
Dirch says Ms. Salander is clever.
Maybe she'll turn something up.
Martin hands Blomkvist the mini-Maglite.
222 INT. ARCHIVES - NIGHT 222
Salander scrolls through laptop photos to the one at the
parade taken by the Brannlund woman on her honeymoon; the
people across the street and the blurry figure wearing
the blazer with the "pocket square" ...
223 INT. MARTIN'S KITCHEN - LATER 223
Martin pours Scotch. Hands one to Blomkvist.
What did he say?
You said Henrik asked you to ask me
I just did.
How the investigation's going. That
was his question.
Blomkvist's eyes only dart to a rifle bag leaning against
the wall next to a box of shells, but Martin follows
You hunt? We should go hunting
They drink. Listen to a silence.
Nothing at all?
(Blomkvist doesn't know
what he means)
New. To report.
Martin regards Blomkvist in another silence. Then -
I can see you're anxious.
To get home. After your walk.
I suppose I am.
To have dinner. With your
My assistant. Yes.
We'll have better luck with a gun.
When we go hunting.
Martin pulls open a bar drawer and takes from it a
A gun. Rather than a knife.
He gives a little gesture with it to the handle of the
knife protruding from a back pocket of Blomkvist's jeans.
There are fresh drops of blood on the floor next to his
You just couldn't stay away, could
Blomkvist doesn't know what to say. Martin's demeanor,
even in this situation, remains cordial.
I want to show you something. Bring
your drink. Leave the knife.
Blomkvist's hope of getting out of here unscathed is
pretty much gone now. He pulls the knife from his back
pocket and sets it on a side table.
224 INT. VANGER ARCHIVES BUILDING - NIGHT 224
Salander strides past the napping night watchman without
leaving the keys or bothering to tell him she's done.
225 EXT. VANGER ARCHIVES BUILDING - NIGHT 225
Crossing the empty parking lot, she tries Blomkvist on
her cell. Gets his voice mail. Kick-starts her bike.
226 INT. MARTIN'S HOUSE - NIGHT 226
Martin "leads" Blomkvist from behind back to the kitchen,
switching off lights as they go.
You know what's harder than
shooting someone? Just missing
them. That was a very good shot
up at the cabin.
It didn't work. I'm here.
Mikael, it did work. You're here.
They come through a pantry, at the end of which is a
Blomkvist does. Sees steps leading into darkness. As
they descend Martin flicks a switch and bare fluorescent
tubes flicker on to reveal: A furnace. Washer. Dryer.
Old discarded furniture. And another door. A steel one.
As they approach it, Martin presses a little remote and
the lock on the steel door clicks.
Push it open.
227 INT. BASEMENT ANTEROOM - CONTINUOUS 227
As Blomkvist steps across the threshold -
Switch is on the left.
Blomkvist flips it and a row of overhead fluorescent
tubes flickers on - one after the other - revealing a
subterranean torture chamber:
Metal eyelets bolted to the concrete walls and ceiling
and floor - table with leather straps - bed with leather
straps - steel-mesh cage - work bench with handsaws and
other tools -
Blomkvist takes it in with one glance and immediately
turns to try to smash the glass in his hand into Martin's
face - which is covered now with a plastic oxygen mask he
holds to it. Gas plumes down on Blomkvist from above;
the glass comes out of his hand, shattering on the cement
228 EXT. HEDEBY ISLAND - NIGHT 228
The Honda's single headlight shudders as Salander comes
across the bridge onto the island.
228A INT. MARTIN'S BASEMENT - CONTINUED 228A
Blomkvist comes to on the floor, handcuffed to a chain
that runs through a metal eyelet. He sees Martin behind
a video camera on a tripod, focusing it - a shelf full of
Betamax tapes - and a TV monitor on which his own image
Note: the steel door if we were close enough to it to
notice - which we aren't - is not locked. It's not even
Satisfied with the framing of the shot of his guest,
Martin takes a seat on a comfortable armchair upholstered
in clear plastic. It squeaks.
He regards Blomkvist calmly. Sips his drink. Then
Why didn't you just go home.
I assume you mean the opportunity
for that has passed.
Martin smiles, appreciating, perhaps, Blomkvist's "easy"
manner in this dire circumstance.
How'd you do it? What did you find?
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Blomkvist doesn't say. Martin looks like he has all the
time in the world to wait, and does. Then -
We can talk or we can just get on
with it. It's really up to you.
Nothing from Blomkvist. Martin shrugs `okay,' gets up,
goes to his workbench and takes a plastic shower curtain
from it. As he's laying it on the floor around his
victim, Blomkvist changes his mind -
I found a picture no one had seen
You. In your Uppsala prep school
Martin doesn't see the significance, but is pleased
Blomkvist has decided to "participate." He rewards him by
suspending his shower curtain work to return to the
chair. It squeaks again.
What does that say?
That you lied about where you were
that day. Or rather when.
Did I? If I did, so what. People
lie all the time.
It also said that Lena Andersson was
(he has to think back to
Lena was a long time ago.
Where's this picture now? With all
the other junk on your desk?
A print is. Digital copies are on a
secure photo site.
That's a lie ... How much does the
Blomkvist isn't sure how to play that question ...
Let's hope it's as much as you.
That'll make it more fun. Where is
Stockholm. She went there this
And that's a lie. She's sitting in
our offices looking at more old crap.
Our archives manager called me - very
perturbed with this girl. Lisbeth.
I like that name. Lisbeth. When
Lisbeth leaves I'll get a call from
security, so I can be at your cottage
to greet her when she arrives -
He holds up the keys he took from Blomkvist's pocket when
he was out cold.
I can't thank you enough for bringing
her to me.
228B INT. COTTAGE - NIGHT 228B
As Salander gets the door open with her key and comes in -
Mikael - ?
He's clearly not here. She goes to the closet. Takes
out the surveillance PC. Puts it on the desk - next to
Blomkvist's laptop which is now displaying - not the
photo of Martin he left for her - but the Apple default
"light spider" screen saver.
As Salander begins rewinding the captured surveillance
images backwards at high speed to get to earlier in the
229 INT. MARTIN'S BASEMENT - CONTINUED 229
Martin reframes the video camera to include part of
himself in the shot, sits again and crosses his leg like
this is a talk show.
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So what would you like to know?
There are so many things, but also no point, so Blomkvist
You're the journalist, ask me
Nothing from Blomkvist. Which is okay with Martin; he
can do this alone -
What do I do with my guests? Is that
the question? Well, before - I do
what we're doing. Relax, have a
drink, converse. I like that part a
lot - having a chat when you both
know one of you is going to die.
After - I simply get rid of them.
Out to sea -
- unlike my father leaving them
scattered all over the place like
trophies. That's not smart if you
ask me. That's just garish and loud.
But he was a garish and loud man.
Frankly, he got what he deserved.
Nothing from Blomkvist, but he is wondering now what
happened to Gottfried if the drowning wasn't accidental.
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. The
cleanup. I'm sure I don't have to
tell you you're going to make quite a
Nothing from Blomkvist, but Martin nods.
("How do you do this and still function in normal
That's the interesting thing.
Because most of the time I am just
like everyone else. I just have a
bigger secret. It's wonderful really
- standing there waiting for a train -
or on a street corner as people brush
past me. You know what I mean;
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you have secrets. You had one when
you came up here. It made you feel -
special. Didn't it?
Blomkvist doesn't say. Martin is a little thrown by
Blomkvist's next unspoken comment -
("Yes, but my secrets aren't rape and murder")
No. I'm not a rapist. Of course I
do that too - and at one time it was
enough - but -
(gathers his thoughts to
A rapist, Mikael, gets off on
domination. I need ...
(discards a few other words
Martin gets up and sets about the business of
immobilizing Blomkvist further with a block-and-tackle
contraption of chains and straps.
Can I ask you something? Why don't
people trust their instincts? They
sense something's wrong - someone's
walking too close behind them - yet
they don't cross the street. You
knew something was wrong - you even
knew what it was - but you came back
into the house. Did I force you?
Did I grab you and drag you in? I
just offered you a drink.
You'd never think the fear of
offending could be stronger than the
fear of pain - but you know what? It
is. They always come willingly.
It amazes him. It always amazes him. He keeps working.
And then they're here. They know
it's over like you do - and still
somehow think they have a chance.
"Maybe if I say the right thing - if
I'm polite - or I cry and beg - maybe
And then the moment comes when they
realize ... no, all hope is gone.
And when that happens - when I see
the hope draining from their face
like it is from yours right now -
(whispers like it's just
- well, I feel myself getting hard
just watching it.
You are a sick fuck.
... Is this an interview or an
Blomkvist, of course, doesn't answer, or comment, yet
Martin considers what the journalist hasn't said ...
("Martin, civilized people don't do what you do.")
You're right, this behavior is
unacceptable. I know that. But
we're not completely different. We
both have desires. Satisfying mine
just requires more towels.
Martin regards Blomkvist in a silence. Then -
Anything else you want to know?
All right. Whatever you say.
He yanks a chain that feeds through the pulleys that lift
Blomkvist up onto his feet -
230 INT. COTTAGE - NIGHT 230
Salander watches the surveillance images, forward -
Blomkvist leaving the cottage and property on foot.
Blomkvist returning to the cottage, going back inside.
Blomkvist coming out and attempting a call on his cell.
Blomkvist going back inside the cottage.
Blomkvist coming out again and leaving the property.
Blomkvist not coming back.
Nothing but the sky darkening to night. Then -
Headlights coming through frame.
A figure appearing on foot at the front gate.
The figure just standing there, looking at the cottage.
The figure approaching it, and, as it's trying the locked
front door, the motion detection light snapping on and
Martin moving to the side, looking in a kitchen window,
coming around front again, walking to the gate, turning
around, looking back, then walking out of frame.
231 INT. MARTIN'S BASEMENT - NIGHT 231
Blomkvist hangs from the block-and-tackle rig, leather
strap around his neck now, fed through a ceiling eyelet.
With a big sewing scissors, Martin cuts through and
removes Blomkvist's pants and underwear -
It might amuse you to know that
while you were over here having
dinner with me and Liv - who, by the
way, finds me very conventional -
Irina was down here in the cage.
Who's Irina, you ask? A girl I met
in Belarus. Just another girl.
Another immigrant whore. Who misses
He returns to his work bench to lay out various tools
next to his gun and a desk phone.
Your sister wasn't just another girl.
Martin comes back quickly and yanks a strap that cinches
the noose tighter around Blomkvist's neck as it lifts him
onto his tiptoes.
What happened to her.
You're choking me -
You found her?
You killed her.
Martin just stares at him confused. Then -
You useless fuckin detective.
He lets go of the strap and Blomkvist's feet come back
down to the floor. As Martin returns to his workbench,
Blomkvist is not only scared to death, but confused now.
Did Martin not kill her?
Then Martin is back in front of him with a roll of
cellophane, pulls on the strap again until Blomkvist is
balancing on his tiptoes, and ties it off.
Too tight to talk?
It is. Blomkvist can utter no sound but a gag.
Good. I'm tired of talking to you.
He wraps Blomkvist's head in cellophane, completely
cutting off his ability to breathe, and calmly watches
him struggle. ...
Would you like me to do something
Blomkvist desperately nods as he's about to suffocate.
Martin watches another several moments ... then pokes a
finger through the cellophane into Blomkvist's gasping
See? I'm not a monster.
He frames a wide shot of his naked prey. Turns on some
music. Takes a moment to collect himself from all this
strenuous work. Brushes back his hair like he wants to
look presentable in the shot. Then smiles pleasantly -
You know, I've never had a man in
here. I've never touched a man as a
matter of fact. Except my father, of
course. But that was my duty.
The circulation to Blomkvist's head is being cut off by
the strap. His fingers behind his naked back claw at the
concrete wall to try to relieve some of the weight on the
noose, but can't get a grip. Martin watches the struggle
calmly, and just as calmly offers:
It's time. I don't want to be late
for my date with our girlfriend.
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He puts on a plastic rain poncho. A painter's mask.
Plastic goggles. Surgeons gloves. Picks up a hunting
knife. Steps up to Blomkvist. Looks at his eyes.
Brings his own head close to his victim's -
He pulls the strap, lifting Blomkvist's toes off the
floor, closing off his air again ... and is about to gut
him like a wild boar ... when he hears a sound like some
kind of animal behind him ...
He turns and sees her - coming at him from out of the
shadows by the steel door -
He darts for the gun he left on the workbench -
Salander just as quickly swings a 5-iron - his 5-iron -
like a baseball bat. Its metal-wedged end arcs through
the gloom and slams into the side of his head, sending
him tumbling to the floor.
He struggles up to his knees, and she swings the club
again, splitting flesh and crushing bone as he crumples
She takes the gun from the bench and shoves it in her
other back pocket. Grabs the hunting knife and shackles
key and hurries over to Blomkvist who only witnessed part
of the spectacle before losing consciousness -
She saws through the leather strap around his neck.
Unlocks the chain. As he sinks to his knees on the
floor, blood rushes to his head, bringing him back to
life just enough to see what she can't behind her -
Martin, blood streaming from the gash in his head,
getting to his feet. But he's not coming at them; he's
trying to get out -
Blomkvist tries to say her name to get her to look.
Lifts a hand to try to point. She turns and glimpses the
monster as he disappears out the steel door. Looks back
at Blomkvist, still handcuffed on the floor, and, like a
child asking a parent for permission -
May I kill him?
Nothing in his life would allow him to agree to such a
thing - until now. Now it's as if her years of violence
and degradation have been passed to him.
She puts the hunting knife in his hand. Pulls the gun
from her back pocket, checks the clip, flicks off the
safety, and turns to leave -
He has more guns in the den -
She comes up the basement stairs, leading with her gun.
Distant thunder rumbles. She crosses through the kitchen
to the living room, and down the hall to the study. She
eases around the doorway - the room is empty - looks to
the gun case - sees there are only two rifles there now.
She hears an engine start outside. Hurries back through
the house. Sees out the picture window the taillights of
Martin's car receding fast down the road as clouds burst.
She bangs out the front door. Runs halfway down the
hill in the rain to where she left her motorcycle, jumps
on and kick-starts it.
232 EXT. THE BRIDGE - NIGHT 232
She roars onto the bridge, chasing the taillights.
Guns the bike to full throttle. Comes alongside him.
He swerves to try to crush her against the railing -
but she hits the brakes, avoiding the impact -
She accelerates again and comes up on the other side
of the car. He swerves again at her, but this time the
bike pulls ahead of him. Now he's chasing her -
He gains on her as they near the end of the bridge. As
they race off it, he goes in for the kill, but she veers
hard to one side, leaving him headed straight for the gas
station Blomkvist makes his pay phone calls from - and
the tanker truck parked there -
Martin hits the brakes - hydroplanes into the truck - and
its, or his own tank, or both, explode -
Salander circles back. Regards the fire engulfing the
car. The rain does nothing to dampen it. She could
probably brave it to pull Martin out - but doesn't.
As the flames burn his clothes, he manages to get his
hands on the rifle he took from the den, turns its barrel
to his bloody head - but before he can pull the trigger,
she hurries over, yanks it from his grasp and stands back
again. It's much more cathartic to watch him burn ...
233 INT. MARTIN'S HOUSE - LATER - NIGHT 233
She finds Blomkvist in the living room. Sitting in a
chair, his coat wrapped around him. The hunting knife in
his hand. Distant sirens echo. He can still just
barely manage to speak -
Where is he?
234 EXT. HEDESTAD - DAWN 234
Reminiscent of the last photographs taken on the Hedeby
Island bridge forty years ago, police and firemen finish
up at the crash site. A winch drags Martin's charred
black wreck of a car onto a tow truck.
235 INT. COTTAGE BEDROOM - MORNING 235
Blomkvist is asleep in the bedroom with what looks like
a neck tattoo - the black and blue mark left by Martin's
noose that nearly strangled him to death. He doesn't
hear the knock at the front door, nor -
Frode comes into the cottage looking shaken. Salander is
the picture of calm, drinking a cup of black coffee.
Asleep. Coffee? There's no milk.
Frode absently shakes his head no.
I have some very upsetting news.
Martin was killed in a car accident
Frode isn't sure he heard right. Regards Salander
sipping her coffee.
I said it's sad.
What do you know about this?
She doesn't say any more. Frode gets up and starts
toward the bedroom -
I have to talk to (Mikael) -
Let him sleep.
It's not a request; it's a command.
236 INT. COTTAGE - LATER - MORNING 236
Frode is ashen as he leafs through a binder Salander
brought from Martin's chamber of horrors late last night:
A scrapbook of murder. A death book. Photos of women
cowering in his cage, tied to the bed, dead on the table -
along with souvenirs of painted fingernails and locks of
hair - all carefully taped into the `album.' The older
photographs are Polaroids; the newer ones digital prints.
With little to no discernible emotion, Salander watches
Frode wince as he turns the pages.
Frode can't take it anymore. Closes the book before
reaching the end. Just sits there.
What are we going to do?
We're going home, Mikael and me.
I don't know what you're going to do.
I'm going to the police.
Show them the videos while you're at
Salander points to a stack of video tapes.
Would you like to see them?
236A INT. COTTAGE BEDROOM - LATER - MORNING 236A
Blomkvist half-wakes to find Salander lying next to him,
fully-clothed, watching him. Is she actually there, or
part of a dream? He looks at her a long moment, then
tries out his voice -
How is it someone who's 23 is a ward
of the state?
I'm mentally incompetent and can't
manage daily life.
He smiles, thinking it's joke. It isn't, he realizes.
Since when have they said that.
Since I was twelve.
Something happened when you were
She doesn't say. Just studies him ...
It's all right, you don't have to
tell me anything -
I tried to kill my father. I burned
him alive. Got about 80 percent of
Silence. Then -
We need milk.
237 OMIT - EXT. COTTAGE - LATER - DAY 237
238 INT. COTTAGE - DAY 238
She pours milk in her coffee from the carton she just
bought. Pushes over two faded Polaroid photos. He picks
One shows a young girl about 14, naked from the waist up,
head turned half-away from the camera. The second shows
her on her stomach on a bed, completely naked, face
turned to the photographer, frightened.
I think so.
Blomkvist can't look at the photos long. Sets them
down. Something's troubling him -
Martin didn't deny killing anyone.
But when I mentioned Harriet, he was
confused. He was angry - at me - for
not being able to tell him what
happened to her.
He didn't kill her. And his father
was dead the year before.
What if she did somehow get away?
Could she have done that? Could she
have done it alone?
He goes up to his wall of suspects.
Is she's alive, there's only one
person in this family who would know
where she is.
He takes the photo of Anita down from the wall.
239 INT. HOSPITAL - DAY 239
Henrik sits in one of the chairs. Blomkvist in another.
Salander prefers to stand. Eventually -
Clearly, he hasn't been shown the death book, or been
told the tale of Blomkvist's night in Martin's dungeon.
I have to go away for a couple
days. When I come back, I hope to
have an answer for you.
Such a possibility stuns the old man. He regards
Blomkvist a moment. Then Salander ...
Would the young lady mind giving us
a moment of privacy.
She's my partner, Henrik. She should
A tiny, tiny, tiny smile finds its way to her face at the
mention of the word `partner.'
What have you found?
I'm not sure.
Don't treat me like a child. Tell
I can't. I don't know. I need a
Vanger studies him. Then -
I've waited forty years. I can wait
240 INT. AIRLINE - IN FLIGHT - DAY 240
Blomkvist and Salander read magazines in a pair of coach
seats. Across the aisle - occupying two seats - is one
300-lb. sleeping figure: Plague.
241 INT. PUB - LONDON - DUSK 241
They drink pints in an unpopular, almost-empty pub. A
Cure song plays.
I always liked this song.
(nothing from her or Plague)
I don't like classical music.
A strange-looking young man comes in, regards the strange-
looking trio at the table, comes over. To the fat man -
Blomkvist starts to offer his hand before realizing no
one else has or will.
Trinity sits. None of these people have much experience
with human interaction. They all look at Blomkvist, but
he isn't sure why.
Blomkvist takes an envelope from his jacket, hands it to
Trinity. He begins counting it -
242 EXT. LONDON - NIGHT 242
Alone in the back of a parked van amidst electronic
components he doesn't understand, Blomkvist anxiously
stares out a tinted window at a dark row house.
Headlights flare down the street. An approaching car.
He hopes it passes, but it instead pulls up to the garage
- waits for the door to go up - pulls in.
He watches Anita Vanger get out of the car - the garage
door come down - light go on inside the house - then dark
figures hurrying along the side of the house: Trinity,
Salander, and finally Plague. They climb into the van
with their tools, firewires, a laptop. None speaks as
they tether cables to computers in the van. Blomkvist
just watches. Finally, to him -
It's your turn.
243 EXT. ANITA'S HOUSE - LONDON - NIGHT 243
Blomkvist knocks on the door. Anita pulls it open.
It's me. Sorry to bother you.
She doesn't invite him in, but doesn't shut the door in
his face either.
What do you want?
No one's called you?
She has two, but doesn't ask which -
What about him?
He died last Thursday. A car
accident. I'm sorry.
(nothing from her)
There's going to be a memorial in
Hedestad. I know you haven't been
back there in a long time, but -
I'm not interested in any memorial.
What do you understand?
That you don't really care for any of
your relatives. Still, I thought you
Now I know.
And now, she closes the door.
244 OMIT: INT. ANITA'S HOUSE - LONDON - NIGHT 244
245 EXT. ANITA'S HOUSE - LONDON - NIGHT 245
Blomkvist returns to the van. Climbs in.
How'd it go?
Okay. I think.
He sits and watches them monitor the phone and computer
taps they installed earlier. One of the laptops, without
anyone touching it, blinks on to a Google screen.
A screen name and password characters on a Gmail page
type themselves. They expect her to go to "Compose," but
she opens one of the messages - spam - deletes it - marks
a couple more and banishes them as well.
The only new thing left in the inbox is an eBay alert.
Clicking it takes her to an auction for a triple-strand
faux-pearl Jackie O necklace: 49 pounds. The cursor
clicks the Buy-It-Now button.
As the screen switches to Anita's Paypal account,
Blomkvist and Salander exchange a confused glance.
246 OMIT: INT. HOTEL - LONDON - NIGHT 246
246A INT. HOTEL ROOM - LONDON - LATER - NIGHT 246A
Salander's laptop is monitoring Anita's computer, her
hard-line phone and cell.
Blomkvist emerges from the bathroom, rests a hand on
Salander's shoulder to peer over it at the screen: In
one of the windows, cards are dealing themselves.
She's playing solitaire?
And she still hasn't called anyone.
Do we have her cell, too?
Salander points to one of the windows on the screen.
His hand comes off her shoulder.
I was so she'd lead us to her.
Put your hand back on my shoulder.
He does. They watch the solitaire game together ...
There's only one reason she
wouldn't call Harriet. She can't
because Harriet is indeed dead.
247 INT. HOTEL ROOM - LONDON - LATER - NIGHT 247
It's strange perhaps, but he does some of his best
thinking during sex -
I was just thinking. What if -
Ten more seconds.
That's fair. She finishes. They lie there. Then -
I was just thinking, there could be
one other possibility.
248 OMIT: INT. HOTEL ROOM - LONDON - NIGHT 248
249 INT. INVESTMENT BANK - LONDON - DAY 249
Blomkvist taps on Anita's open office door.
What is it now.
He comes in and sits.
I want to show you something.
He tugs his shirt collar low enough to reveal the black
and blue "tattoo" around his neck. Anita is taken aback
by the sight. It's hard to imagine how anyone would end
up with a mark like that.
Before he died, your brother hung me
from a hook ... Harriet.
250 EXT. PARK - LONDON - DAY 250
They sit together on a park bench.
Anita married in Stockholm in 1967.
It's recorded in the Swedish General
Register. But the family never knew,
(she confirms that with a
shake of her head)
I'm guessing she then came here on a
passport in her married name, and you
followed on her maiden name passport.
Actually, it was the other way
around. She thought it safer for me
to travel with Spencer myself.
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. He never did.
They both died twenty years ago.
A car accident. You found that, too.
Blomkvist nods, reaches for something in his jacket
pocket - changes his mind - changes it again and pulls it
Is this you?
He hands her the less graphic of the two Polaroids
Salander found in Martin's basement - the young girl,
face turned half-away from the camera ...
I was 14 the first time he raped me.
No, my father. He took this picture.
Martin didn't start until he died.
Blomkvist can't hide his horror even after all he's seen.
Why didn't you tell someone?
I did. My mother.
Blomkvist stares. Finally -
Henrik would have done something.
Would he? I don't know. I almost
told him. But I was afraid because
of what I did.
You still don't understand?
He doesn't. She studies him, and perhaps sees in him
what Salander did long ago - that he can be trusted.
A year after the first time -
after many times during that year -
my father got drunker than usual one
night and started bragging about
women he'd killed. He quoted from
the Bible as he tore off my clothes.
He wrapped a belt around my neck. He
wanted to kill me.
251 EXT. GOTTFRIED'S CABIN - NIGHT - 1965 251
Harriet makes it out of the cabin in torn clothing,
trying to get the belt around her neck off. Her father
can heard inside ranting something from the Bible.
I made it out of the house and down
to the dock. He came staggering
after me -
Gottfried emerges from the cabin and stumbles down the
hill in pursuit of his almost-naked daughter.
I could never fight him off in a
small room, but I was strong enough
out in the open to deal with an old
As he comes onto the dock, she waits for the moment, and
smashes him in the head with the flat side of an oar. It
stuns and sends him toppling off the dock into the water.
He surfaces, reaches for the dock planks. As he takes
hold of them to claw himself from the water, she brings
the sharp edge of the oar down, burying it in his head
like an axe.
He stares up her, uncomprehending. His fingers slide
away from the dock. His body goes limp and sinks out of
sight beneath the water.
When it was finally over I looked
up, and Martin was standing there -
She sees her brother up by the cabin looking down at her.
With a little smile.
252 EXT. PARK - LONDON - DAY 252
He dragged me back to the cabin ...
All I'd accomplished was substitute
one rapist for another.
253 EXT. HEDESTAD - DAY - 1966 253
Young Harriet and her school friends walk along the
town's main street past crowds lining it, and we realize
we're seeing what we've only seen in still photographs.
A couple months later, Henrik sent
him off to school in Uppsala. And I
thought maybe - maybe - the nightmare
was over. Until that day.
The float with the harem girls comes past, and we watch
the smile on young Harriet's face change to fear as she
notices something off to the left.
There he was - across the street -
looking at me with that same little
smile on his face.
A clear shot of young Martin in his Uppsala blazer,
standing by the corner, smiling at her.
It wasn't over.
254 EXT. PARK - LONDON - CONTINUED 254
How'd you get away? Anita?
255 INT. VANGER MANOR - DAY - 1966 255
Anita, framed in the bedroom window - like in the
photograph - looks out at the activity on the bridge.
Behind her, Harriet packs a few items of clothing.
Don't take anything.
Harriet puts the clothes back. Picks up her purse.
Leave that, too.
256 INT. VANGER MANOR - NIGHT - 1966 256
The dinner that night. Vanger noticing Harriet's empty
chair. And Anita saying nothing, taking a bite of food.
257 EXT. HEDEBY ISLAND - DAY - 1966 257
The searchers scouring the island. The boats moving
along the shoreline. The crane lifting the truck from
Anita climbs into her car outside her father Harald's
house. Drives down the road toward the bridge.
Stay absolutely still.
The blanket covering Harriet on the backseat floorboard
moves slightly, then is still.
A policeman on the island side of the bridge waves the
car across it. As it heads along the mainland service
road toward the highway -
She saved me.
258 EXT. PARK - LONDON - DAY 258
Silence. Then she gestures to Blomkvist's neck.
How did you get away?
Someone saved me, too.
He gestures off to the thin, strange girl sitting on
another park bench too far away to hear them. Harriet
does something she hasn't done since they met: smile.
259 EXT. VANGER MANOR - DAY - ESTABLISH 259
259A INT. VANGER MANOR - DAY 259A
Blomkvist, Salander and Frode wait in Vanger's study. A
tea service tray sits there untouched like the first time
Blomkvist came here. Anna pushes a wheelchair into the
room with Vanger in it. There's a file on his lap.
How are you feeling?
I'm fine. Thank you, Anna.
Anna leaves. Closes the doors. Before Blomkvist can say
anything else -
I made you a promise. Whether you
found out anything or not.
He holds out the file. Blomkvist takes it and sees:
INSERT: Wennerstorm's name typed on it, and a fairly
recent photo of him clipped to it.
Now. What do you have to tell me.
259B EXT. VANGER MANOR - DAY 259B
A car pulls up the drive. Parks. The back door opens.
Harriet climbs out. Looks at the manor. Then walks
toward the front door -
260 INT. VANGER MANOR - MOMENTS LATER 260
Vanger propels his wheelchair down the main hall, but
stops when he sees Harriet coming in the front door with
Anna. He stares, trying to reconcile how she looks now
compared to when he last saw her, or maybe to convince
himself she's really alive. She sees him ...
He begins to weep. She walks to him and places a hand
on his hunched shaking shoulders. Frode, Blomkvist and
Salander watch. One of them isn't particularly moved.
261 OMIT - INT. VANGER MANOR - DAY 261
261A INT. COTTAGE - LATER - DAY 261A
As Frode leafs through the file that Blomkvist has
already read -
... I don't even remember
Wennerstrom working here, much less
being fired ...
Why would you. It was a long time
ago. Which is more to the point than
the money he embezzled.
I don't think I'm seeing the point.
Yes, you are.
(another look at the
It happened in the 1970's ...
Salander watches the two men from across the room ...
(regarding the documents)
I swear I didn't know this was what
Henrik had on him. If I had, I never
would have let him bring you up here.
But he wasn't trying to deceive you.
Come on, he knows you can't try
somebody for this 35 years later. I
like Henrik, but he knows that.
Frode disagrees -
A man's reputation used to mean
something - he still believes that.
I'm sure he thought you could destroy
Wennerstrom with this in the court of
The "court of public opinion," Dirch,
makes celebrities out of girls who
shop. Henrik promised me
Wennerstrom's carcass on a plate.
This isn't even the plate. I can't do
anything with this.
Of course you're right ...
262 EXT. VANGER MANOR - LATER - DAY 262
Blomkvist and Salander sit out by the water, sharing
the last cigarette in his pack. Her arm is draped over
his shoulder, which strikes him as the most tender of
gestures, coming from her.
Fuck these people ...
Harriet most of all.
If she'd done anything but run,
Martin wouldn't have been able to
kill all those women.
She had no idea he was doing it.
She should have killed her father and
That's what you would've done. Not
She's not sure she likes the comment. Decides she
doesn't. Takes her arm away from his shoulder.
That was meant to be a compliment.
Put your arm back on my shoulder.
She doesn't. So he drapes his on hers. Then -
What happened with Wennerstrom.
How did he get you?
I was stupid. I got something from
an anonymous source, who I'm sure now
worked for him. It was fake. Which
he easily proved in court.
Not a good day, that. Then -
You were emphatic that the way I
looked into your life was illegal and
immoral. Would you feel the same
He regards her, uncertain what she means ...
I started investigating him on my
own. Then you showed up and hired
me. I haven't had a chance to look
at it all - you and Harriet-fucking-
Vanger have kept me busy ... but I
may have something.
She nods. Then rests her head on his shoulder.
263 OMIT: EXT. TRAIN STATION - HEDESTAD - DUSK 263
264 INT. BLOMKVIST'S APARTMENT - MORNING 264
A new family tree on a wall here, more complicated than
the Vanger's: The Wennerstrom Group, made up of dozens
of companies in cities worldwide. As Erika looks at it -
Wennerstrom's Swedish assets are
genuine, but they're the only things
that are. The rest is funneled
through companies in Gibraltar,
Colombia, and Macao. These companies
produce no products and provide no
services. They're shells. They
launder money from arms and drug
sales, and crime syndicates in
Russia. And that money - which
accounts for all but 5-percent of his
holdings - ends up in accounts in the
Cayman Islands. It's a completely
illegal, criminal empire.
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 accountants' and lawyers'.
She isn't happy to hear that explanation.
And how do you have that?
I could have gotten it from a source
inside the company.
But you didn't.
But that's what you'll say.
But what will you say to me?
That depends on if you really want to
I do. Who gave you access?
What looks like 16-year-old tattooed runaway lets
herself in with her own key. Crosses past Erika with a
paper bag, takes out two bagel sandwiches, the same kind
Blomkvist brought when he barged into her apartment.
As she puts some water on for coffee, Erika looks at
Blomkvist. He nods. Yeah. Her.
265 TV NEWS: 265
Journalist Mikael Blomkvist - who
this time last year was convicted of
libel in a Stockholm courtroom -
doesn't seem to have learned from
that experience. Or maybe he has -
266 INT. BLOMKVIST'S APARTMENT - NIGHT 266
The report continues on a TV in Blomkvist's bedroom -
Dragon Tattoo Final 9/1/11 SZ
In the current issue of Millennium
magazine, he now charges the same
company that successfully sued him -
The Wennerstrom Group - of criminal
activities on a global scale -
backing it up with internal financial
reports, bank records and emails -
annotations almost as long as the
The cover of the magazine features a head shot of
Wennerstrom, and, rare for the magazine, a tabloid-style
title: GANGLAND. Salander leafs through the article as
Blomkvist brushes his teeth in the bathroom.
He'll call it a personal vendetta
but it won't work. FI can't ignore
banking and securities fraud like
this. The police can't ignore the
organized crime stuff. They'll both
have to investigate.
We'll be back in court, but this
time it'll cost him. That's probably
it, though. These guys never to
Salander nods, but it's not really in agreement. Or
maybe it is. In any case, she's not as enthused about
all this as he is.
I need to borrow some money.
Blomkvist grins and reaches for his wallet.
His grin stays stitched to his face a moment, then
unravels. He puts his wallet away.
I have a chance to make an
investment. It's a smart, safe
I don't know that I have that much.
You do. I'm sorry that I know that.
You have 65 thousand in your two
He's no longer shocked or dismayed by her knowing more
about his personal affairs than he does.
You'll get the money back. I
267 INT. SALANDER'S APARTMENT - DAY 267
Several pages torn from pages of fashion magazines:
Models - all of them blonde - their beautiful faces -
designer clothes - accessories - make-up tips.
Applying makeup to the wasp tattoo on her neck and the
"handcuffs" on her wrists, Salander pays no attention to
the TV showing Wennerstrom under an umbrella, interviewed
outside the building that bears his name -
These allegations - like the last
ones from this so-called journalist -
are as ridiculous as they are untrue -
268 EXT/INT. CLOTHING STORE - STOCKHOLM - DAY 268
Salander purchases with cash expensive designer clothes
she normally wouldn't be caught dead in.
I'll be seeing Mr. Blomkvist in court
again. I'm looking forward to it.
269 EXT/INT. LUGGAGE SHOP - STOCKHOLM - DAY 269
Here she's buying a high-end carry-on valise and
What about his documentation?
Fabricated. All of it.
270 EXT/INT. WIG SHOP - STOCKHOLM - DAY 270
Good wigs cost money - like the shoulder-length blonde
one atop a black Lucite head Salander is purchasing.
The Securities Fraud Office isn't
quite as certain as Mr. Wennerstrom
271 EXT/INT. SHOP - STOCKHOLM - DAY 271
A place that caters to transvestites who, among other
things, require as Salander does, latex breasts.
If even a fraction of what Mr.
Blomkvist is alleging proves to be
true, not only will there be a
securities investigation, but an
organized crime inquiry as well.
272 EXT/INT. SALANDER'S APARTMENT - DAY 272
Wearing the wig and a designer outfit she takes her own
passport photo against a wall. She looks like Erika.
Mr. Blomkvist names no sources.
And we can't force him to. But we
can look for them.
Beginning with those closest to Mr.
Wennerstrom. Only someone in the
inner circle of a corporation like
this could have access to this kind
273 INT. PLAGUE'S APARTMENT - NIGHT 273
Not wearing the wig now, she inspects a passport Plague
has acquired for her featuring the crown of Norway, and
some credit cards.
On his TV, a pack of lawyers stand where Wennerstrom was
standing before - outside the Group's corporate offices -
under, as usual, umbrellas -
Mr. Wennerstrom isn't available for
comment today, but as his legal
counsel, I'd be happy to answer your
Where is he?
At home, I imagine.
He isn't. Has he left the country?
I don't think so.
274 EXT. ZURICH - DAY 274
A plane touches down on a Zurich Airport runway.
275 INT. ZURICH AIRPORT - DAY 275
A customs official, satisfied with "Irene Nesser's"
Norwegian passport - not to mention her blonde hair and
bustline - stamps a page.
276 EXT. ZURICH - DAY 276
Bellmen outside the 5-Star Zimmerstahl Hotel attend to
the luggage of wealthy guests emerging from nice cars.
277 INT. ZIMMERSTAL HOTEL - ZURICH - DAY 277
As a desk clerk photocopies Ms. Nesser's passport, she
neither hides from nor plays to the security camera.
278 INT. SUITE - ZIMMERSTAHL - EVENING 278
Salander emerges from the bathroom without the wig on.
Crosses through the suite in her underwear. Oddly - or
perhaps not - she's also wearing a pair of white gloves.
She opens the balcony's doors to let in some air. On
With his failure to appear before a
Security Exchange Commission panel, a
warrant has been issued for The
Wennerstrom Group CEO.
An immigration official appears before the news cameras -
I can confirm that he left Sweden on
a private jet that landed in Paris
last week, but whether he's still
there, we don't know. He could be
anywhere by now.
She sips at her room service coffee.
279 EXT. ZURICH - DAY 279
"Irene Nesser" enters Bank Hausen General under watchful
280 INT. BANK HAUSEN GENERAL - ZURICH - DAY 280
Security cameras inside watch her and a banker at a desk
in an area reserved for discreet transactions.
I have a number of accounts at Bank
of Kroenfeld, Cayman Islands. I want
to transfer those funds and convert
them to bonds.
As she writes an account number on a slip of paper from
memory, Herr Wagner notices - as she intends - the pen
she's using - from the venerable Zimmerstal Hotel.
Naturally, you have the clearing
How many accounts will you be
He glances at his watch, perhaps thinking about lunch.
His faux-politeness - even his appearance - reminds her
This will take some time.
For which you'll receive a 4-percent
Then it won't be a waste of it.
She offers him the Zimmerstal pen.
Thank you, I have one.
He picks up one of his cheap pens. She hands him a long
list of account numbers and clearing codes -
281 INT. SUITE - ZIMMERSTAL HOTEL - ZURICH - DAY 281
As she sorts through a stack of bonds, the TV shows a
reporter in a colorful town square.
A Swedish tourist vacationing here in
Barbados says he knows where fugitive
financier Hans-Erik Wennerstrom is:
Here in this Caribbean island's
capital, Bridgetown. Police released
this photograph, taken yesterday by
the tourist, Jens Assur -
A snapshot of Wennerstrom, or someone who looks like him -
tropical shirt, hat and sunglasses - climbing into a car.
- and say they believe it is the
282 INT. BANK DORFMANN - ZURICH - DAY 282
Sitting with a different bank manager now as security
cameras keep silent watch, she opens her portfolio and
turns it so he can see its contents. He glances up with
a polite smile that's supposed to mask his surprise.
How many of these would you like to
convert for deposit?
All fifty. Into five accounts.
He works out the conversion to CHF and hands her the
calculator: A "2" followed by more digits than we can
That looks correct.
283 INT. SUITE - ZIMMERSTAL HOTEL - EVENING 283
The remnants of a McDonald's kids meal on the desk with
the wig and white gloves. She bypasses the hotel's
internet service, uplinks her MacBook through her cell.
Five accounts - the ones she just established at Bank
Dorfrmann - appear on the screen. She transfers all the
funds into one account at Bank Kroenfeld, Cayman Islands,
belonging to a Gibraltar company.
A284 EXT. ZURICH AIRPORT - DAY - ESTABLISHING A284
284 INT. LADIES ROOM - ZURICH AIRPORT - DAY 284
Irene cuts up credit cards, flushes them down a toilet.
285 INT. ZURICH AIRPORT - DAY 285
Drops the scissors in a trash bin on her way to security.
286 INT. OSLO AIRPORT - DAY 286
Irene disembarks with the other Zurich flight passengers.
287 INT. LADIES ROOM - OSLO AIRPORT - DAY 287
Irene's earrings disappear down a sink drain. Necklace
falls to the bottom of a paper towel bin.
288 EXT. OSLO TRAIN STATION - DAY 288
Irene/Salander puts her empty portfolio in an unlocked
locker, wipes the prints from it, heads for the platform.
289 INT. TRAIN - MOVING - EVENING 289
She has a private sleeping berth, but isn't sleeping.
She's smoking a cigarette next to a No-Smoking decal on
the window that's cracked open, and tosses the Zimmerstal
Hotel pen out to the darkening countryside rushing past.
290 INT. SALANDER'S APARTMENT - STOCKHOLM - NIGHT 290
Salander - looking like Salander - enters her apartment
with only her laptop bag. Holds Irene's passport over a
stove flame. Sets the burning document on a plate.
Takes a Coke from her fridge, sits with it. Puts the
cold can to her forehead like a compress. Then opens it,
drinks, and closes her eyes ...
290A EXT. SALANDER'S APARTMENT - STOCKHOLM - NIGHT 290A
A dark figure is looking up at her apartment, at
television light playing on a window. As he walks off
into the night, we see it's Bjurman.
ZURICH REPORTER O/S
The man who is now being called
Sweden's Pablo Escobar, may not have
a country to call home, but does have
enough money to buy one.
291 EXT. ZURICH - DAY 291
The reporter stands under an umbrella on the same street
Salander crossed to get from one hotel to the other.
According to the International
Banking Commission, Wennerstrom, just
days after the Millennium article
that brought him down appeared on
news stands, began emptying accounts
at Bank of Kroenfeld in the Cayman
292 OMIT: EXT. STOCKHOLM - EVENING 292
293 INT. MILLENNIUM'S OFFICES - EVENING 293
The place is trimmed with Christmas decorations again.
In a glassed-in conference room, Blomkvist, Erika, and a
few others sit around the table, their production meeting
interrupted by the news on the plasma TV here:
ZURICH REPORTER ON TV
That money, approximately two billion
Euros, was then spread over a number
of accounts with the help of this
confederate, seen here in Zurich -
Security camera images of "Irene Nesser," entering and
ZURICH REPORTER ON TV
- who converted the funds into
private bonds, which, I'm told, are
even harder to trace than Wennerstrom
himself. Europol has launched a
search for the woman who had used a
stolen Norwegian passport. Her
whereabouts, like her boss's, are
293A EXT. STOCKHOLM - EVENING - SAME TIME 293A
Her whereabouts are here, roaring through Stockholm on
her Honda like the first time we saw her.
293B INT. MILLENNIUM'S OFFICES - EVENING 293B
Blomkvist hears a motorcycle and glances out the window
to see Salander pulling up outside.
293C EXT. MILLENNIUM'S OFFICES - EVENING 293C
He comes out, meets her at her motorcycle. She takes a
cashier's check from her jacket pocket.
The money I borrowed.
It was okay.
He nods. She nods.
What are you doing later?
Seeing my daughter.
She nods. He nods.
You look nice.
He nods. She nods. Erika regards them from inside the
conference room. Salander climbs back on her motorcycle.
Christmas again ... see you soon.
A294 EXT. PALMGREN'S APARTMENT - DAY - ESTABLISHING A294
294 INT. PALMGREN'S APARTMENT - DAY 294
While the nurse fills a plastic days-of-the-week
container with a concoction of pills, Salander sits with
her Palmgren by the untouched chess table.
Can you hear me?
(no indication that he can)
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.
I have some good news now. I've made
a friend. I mean one that you'd
One of Palmgren's hands manages to pull slightly away
from the other, tries to reach for her, perhaps, but only
makes it about an inch. She reaches over and holds it.
295 EXT. SPAIN - DAY 295
A reporter bundled-up outside a low-rent building
cordoned off with police tape -
Behind the walls of this dingy
rooming house behind me lies a body
in a pool of blood - A man who has
been living here the last three weeks
under the name Victor Fleming -
295A EXT. CAFE - STOCKHOLM - DAY 295A
The same cafe Blomkvist retreated to after his libel
A man who police in Marbella, Spain,
have confirmed is fugitive Hans-Erik
295B INT. CAFE - STOCKHOLM - DAY 295B
Blomkvist is at the counter, across from a barista, but
his attention is on the TV -
REPORTER ON TV
- shot three times in the head at
close range in what is being called a
classic gangland execution.
What would you like?
Blomkvist glances blankly at the barista, then back to
the TV -
REPORTER ON TV
The investigation into Wennerstrom's
ties to crime organizations worldwide
will now turn to speculation: Which
of them caught up with him before
Swedish authorities could?
REPORTER ON TV
Wennerstrom spent the last days of
his flamboyant life in solitude and
anonymity, locked behind the door of
Room 3A -
... Coffee and a sandwich ... that
REPORTER ON TV
Indeed, after checking in, he was
never seen again - until this morning
when the building manager came
calling to collect the unpaid bill -
296 INT. TAILOR SHOP - STOCKHOLM - DAY 296
A tailor brings out a garment bag bearing his exclusive
insignia, drapes it across a table, returns to Salander
the photograph she provided him with last week:
It's of a much younger Blomkvist - at about Salander's
age now - wearing the black leather jacket he loved and
lost track of years ago.
The tailor unzips the bag revealing an exact - though
considerably more expensive - replica of the jacket.
Must be a very good friend.
297 INT. SALANDER'S APARTMENT - DUSK 297
A perfect Christmas card vista that actually turns out
to be a Christmas card: A snowy rural landscape scene.
It's stupid, but she's writing under the pre-printed
"Merry Christmas" inside, a personal note that's more
sincere than she thought herself capable.
She blows on the ink, puts the card in its envelope,
neatly writes "Mikael" on it, gets up -
298 EXT. STOCKHOLM - EVENING 298
Snow's falling, but unlike the brutal winter storms last
year, it's just heavy enough to dust the city in white
powder that reflects the Christmas lights in the trees.
The beauty of her city pleases Salander as she rides
through it on her motorcycle. Or maybe it's something
she's feeling as she turns onto Blomkvist's street.
She parks. Gathers the garment bag and card, walks under
construction scaffolding toward his apartment building.
From around the corner ahead, Blomkvist and Erika appear.
He says something and she laughs, puts her arm around his
waist and lays her head against his neck scarf.
Salander stops mid-stride, ducks into an alcove under the
scaffolding, waits as long as it should take them to get
inside the building, then peers out again -
They're not inside. They've stopped just outside the
building's entrance. They're embracing. And the longer
they stand there together, the sharper the pain stabs at
Finally they separate, but only to allow Blomkvist to
unlock the door. Erika takes his hand then, and they
Salander can't move. Waits for the pain to subside -
which it eventually does - but only to be replaced with a
sense of helplessness. Then that subsides, replaced with
a facade of insouciance.
The richest girl in Sweden emerges from the alcove and
walks back the way she came - tossing the garment bag and
card into a construction dumpster - climbs onto her Honda
- starts it - and drives off -
Girl with the Dragon Tattoo, The
Writers : Steven Zaillian
Genres : Crime Drama Mystery