The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo Page #8

- What does that proof?

It shows that you lied about

where you were that day.

- Was I?

- Or rather when.

So what.

People lie all the time.

It also said that Lena Andersson

was a schoolmate.

Lena...

That was a long time ago.

Wheres this photo now? Is it with all

the other crap on your desk?

There's a cope of that on my laptop,

And there's another on a secure website.

Thats a lie ...

How much does the girl know?

I hope its as much as you.

Thatll make it more fun.

Where is she?

Stockholm.

She went this morning.

And thats a lie.

Shes atour offices

looking at more old crap.

I got a call from our archives manager -

she's very perturbed -

with this girl. Lisbeth.

I like that name. Lisbeth.

So, when Lisbeth leaves

Ill get a call from security,

so I can be

at your cottage

to greet her.

I cant thank you enough

for bringing her to me.

Mikael?

So what would you like to know?

Youre the journalist,

ask me questions.

What do I do with my girls?

That's a good question.

Well, before - I do what were doing. Sit down,

Relax, have a drink,

I like that part a lot -

having a chat when you both know

that one of you is going to die.

After - I simply get rid of them.

Far out to the sea -

- unlike my father

leaving them scattered all over

the place like trophies.

Thats not smart if you ask me.

But he was a garish and loud man.

he got what he deserved.

You cant be a sloppy technician like that.

You cant drink to excess

like he did.

This takes discipline.

Its a science of a thousand details.

The planning. The execution.

The cleanup.

Im sure I dont have to tell you

youre going to make quite a mess.

Let me ask you something.

Why dont people trust their instincts?

They sense somethings wrong - someones

walking too close behind them -

You knew something was wrong -

but you came back into the house.

Did I force you? Did I drag you in? No.

All I had to do was..

offered you a drink.

Youd never think the fear of offending

can be stronger

than the fear of pain -

but you know what?

It is.

They always come willingly.

And then they sit here.

They know its over like..

you do - But somehow..

they still think

they have a chance.

Maybe if I say the right thing -

Maybe if Im polite -

or I cry and beg - "

when I see the hope draining

from their face like it is

from yours right now -

I feel myself...

getting hard.

We are not that different,

You and I.

We both have urges.

Satisfying mine,

requires more towels.

It might amuse you to know that while you

were upstairs having mousse with me and Liv -

who, by the way,

finds me very conventional -

I had Irina was down here

in the cage.

Whos Irina, you might ask?

Just another girl.

Just another immigrant whore.

Who misses them?

- Your sister wasnt.

- What?

Your sister, Harriet,

wasnt just another girl.

You found her?

What happened to her?

You killed her.

You useless f***in detective.

Is that too tight to talk?

Good.

Im tired of talking to you.

Ive never had a man in

here, before.

In fact, Ive never touched a man.

Except my father.

But it was our duty.

Harriets and Mine.

There's a gun in the television.

May I kill him?

How come a 23 years old

can be a ward of the state?

Im mentally incompetent

and cant manage daily life.

- Since when have they said that?

- Since I was twelve.

Something happened

when you were twelve?

I'm sorry,

That's none of my business.

I tried to kill my father.

I burned him alive.

Got about 80 percent of him.

I'll make some coffee.

- Who is it?

- It's Harriet.

I found it in Martin's basement.

Among his souverneers.

Martin didnt deny killing anyone.

But when I mentioned Harriet,

he was confused.

He was angry - at me - b'cos

I couldn't tell him what happened to her.

He didnt kill her.

And his father didn't do it.

He was dead the year before.

What if she did somehow get away?

And if...

she's still alive?

Theres only one person in this family

who would know where she is.

F*** me, f*** me.

Your turn.

Right.

Yeah.

Hi.

- I'm Sorry to bother you.

- What do you want?

- No ones called you?

- About?

Your cousin, Martin.

What about him?

He died in a car accidentlast Thursday.

There's going to be a memorial...

Im not interested in any memorial.

- I understand.

- What do you understand.?

That you dont care

very much of your relatives.

- I just, thought you should know.

- Now, I know.

Howd it go?

- Okay. I think.

- Shes on.

And she's shopping.

Shes playing solitaire?

- And she still hasnt called anyone?

- No.

Do we have her cell phone, too?

I was so shed lead us to her.

Put your hand back in my shirt.

Theres only one reason she

hasnt call Harriet.

She cant,

because Harriet is dead.

- I was just thinking. What if -...

- Just one second.

What were you going to say?

I was just thinking, there could be

one other possibility.

- What is it now?

- Before he died,

your brother hung me

from a hook ...

Harriet.

- So you send the flowers?

- Yes.

We found in the Swedish General Registry,

Annita was married.

But the family never knew,

did they?

So, Im guessing she then came here

on a married name passport

you followed on her

maiden name passport.

No, Actually, it was the other way around.

She thought that 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, youll do

this and not ask why.

He never did.

And they both died twenty years ago.

A car accident.

You found that, too.

Is that you?

I was 14 the first time he raped me.

- Martin?

- No, my father.

Martin only started,

after he died.

Why didnt you tell someone?

I did. My mother.

Henrik would have done something.

I almost told him. But I was afraid

because of what I've done.

I uh...

You still dont understand, Do you?

A year after the first time -

There were many times

during that year -

my father got drunker

than usual one night

and started bragging...

about women hed killed.

He quoted from the Bible

as he tore off my clothes.

He tiedd a belt around my neck.

He

wanted to kill me.

I uh...

I made it out of the house and

I went down to the dock.

He came staggering

after me -

I could never fight him off

in a small space,

but out in the open..

I was strong enough to deal

with an old drunk.

When it was over...

I looked up, Martin was standing there -

looking at me.

All Id accomplished was

substitute one for another.

A couple months later, Henrik sent

Martin to school in Uppsala.

And I thought maybe -

just maybe - the nightmare was finally over.

And then I saw him.

across the street -

And I knew..

It would never be over.

Howd you escaped?

Annita...

She insisted that I leave

everything behind.

If I took anything, the police

might've suspected that I was still alive.

While everyone was eating dinner,

I was alone 20 meters away from them.

I spend the night there,

That's when the set-up started.

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