Check. Checkmate. (door opens) Your father wants to see you. (footsteps) (sniffs) (door creaks) (sighs) Come. Lisbeth made it for me. You're such big girls now. (chuckles) (takes deep breath) Come, Camilla. I want to play a game with you. (grunting) (panting) (wind howling) (grunts, pants) -Camilla! -(door opens) Come to your father. Both of you. (wind whipping, rushing) Come. (gasps) (whimpers) Captions were made with the support of NZ On Air. www.able.co.nz Able 2021. (roars) (faucet running) - (turns off faucet) - (classical piano music playing) Sorry about the things I said. - It's all right. You know I've been under a lot of pressure, with the trial, work. - Yes, I know. Just forgive me. - (shuddering) - I get a little insecure sometimes when you talk to me like that. (shuddering) Come here. Have a drink. (shuddering) You know how much I love you, don't you? -(power whirrs down) -(music stops) (keypad beeping) - (whirring) - (classical music plays) Who the fuck are you? (grunts) (grunts) (groans) - I'm a fan of yours. - (groaning) I watch you on the news. Peter Ahlgren, the CEO who beat up two prostitutes, but got acquitted in court yesterday. (groans) Put me down! (grunts) - Hey, what are you doing? - I'm accessing your bank accounts. - Call security! I'm transferring 20% of your cash to these two girls. The rest, -I'm transferring to your wife. -(grunts) - Good evening. Security. - Account number. -Don't. -Mrs Ahlgren, is everything OK? -(phone beeps) - (crying): Five-one-nine-one-two. - Take your child and leave. -He won't hurt you again. -(enraged grunt) (piano music continues) I can undo all this tomorrow. -Mr Chen has bankrolled your company for years. Isn't this his wife? -(moaning, grunting) - Oh, my God, like that. (grunting) - What? If you try to contact your wife again, this video will be sent to him. If anything unexpected should happen to her, this video will be sent to him. You fucking bitch! -(zapping) -(screaming) (shrieks, cries) Who are you?! - You should ask yourself that question. - (sobbing) (urine trickling) REPORTER: A string of vigilante attacks has rocked the city of Stockholm. WOMAN: I don't know her name. I've never seen her before, but she had... REPORTER: The attacker's MO matches that of Lisbeth Salander, a local hacker with a history of aggravated assault. WOMAN: If my daughter and I had a message for her... - I just want to say, whoever you are, thank you. (shower water running) (laughter, indistinct chatter) (pulsing dance music playing) This is a new era for Millennium. And I want you all to realise that the only thing... - Hello. Millennium. Hold, please. - ...holding this magazine back is your mind. -Shit. -And people refuse to believe that it's in your mind. -And you can feel it when you go into a room... -(laughter) ...and there are people there who don't have this knowledge. - Millennium. Can you hold, please? - And you want to reach... - Don't be a child. Cos I don't wanna bend the knee, kiss the ring? Is that too much for the great Mikael Blomkvist? -For what's left of him, yeah. -Levin is head of publications now, and he deserves your respect. He bought my magazine, not my respect. Plus, he's wearing a cap. And... he has over 2 million followers online. - How many do you have? (sighs) - What do you want from me? I want you to write again. - (indistinct chatter and laughter in other room) - Millennium. Come by tonight. I'm having dinner with my husband tonight. - (footsteps approach) - (knocking) - Erika, it's for you. -She'll be right with you. -(beeping) - (clears throat) - Lisbeth Salander has a pet. (lighter clinks open) - It's a lizard. - (taps glass) I don't know if I'm happy for you or sad for him. Are you throwing all of this out? (sighs) Yeah. It's trash. You have a sister. No. She killed herself three years ago. I can't believe you didn't tell me. - That I had a sister or that she killed herself? - Both. When our loved ones die, we tell our friends. There's an incorrect assumption in that statement. (cell phone buzzing) - Yo. - There is a client asking for the impossible. Interested? Text me. She worked for my father for years. He was a psychopath. Turns out she was the same. I'm glad they're both dead. (cell phone buzzing) You have to go now. I need to work. If you have another girl coming, you can tell me. I have to work. (computer game clicking) They say time is the fire in which we burn. I'm running out of it. Yeah. - So do you think it can be done? - It depends. What am I looking for? - The sum of all my sins, a 2725-byte piece of software. It's a single-incident file. It can't be reproduced, copied; only moved. And you want me to steal it for you. They told me I'd have control over it. But they lied. I realised too late that I had created an abomination. Please, help me. 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A tool of the kind we're discussing here could effortlessly access the tactical and nuclear arsenals of most major world powers. Via his personal computer, a single user would be imbued with godlike power. (quiet chatter) What you're looking at here is what the Russians are claiming to be some kind of system security breach. This is a Russian Topol-M SS-27 missile. Cold-launched, three-stage, solid-propellant. It was wrongly moved into launch position a week ago. As Special Division heads, we urge you to come forward if this security breach is a result of any classified project you might be working on. -(cell phone buzzing) -Now, obviously, we respect the fact you don't wanna jeopardise the security of your projects, but the State Department has requested for us to cooperate in any way we can -with the Kremlin. -(quietly): Oh shit. Agent Needham? Anything to share? Yeah, personal emergency. - Special Division doesn't mean you're actually special. - I think it does. (buzzing) (cell phone buzzing) WHISPERS: The fuck? Shit. (quiet, indistinct chatter) (beeping) (computer buzzing and trilling) - (grunts) - (whispers): Shit. - (whirring) - (angry murmuring) - (alarm beeping) Sorry. (beeping) (typing) (whispers): Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on. (sighs) OK, OK, OK, OK. (sighs) - (mouse clicks) - (computer trilling) - COMPUTER: Program encrypted. -To run Firefall, enter value for... COMPUTER: ...the snow comes early this year. (rapid clicking) - (beeping) - COMPUTER: To run Firefall, enter value for... - COMPUTER: "...the horses stand silent in the fields." - (rapid clicking) - (beeping) - COMPUTER: To run Firefall, enter value for... (rips photo) (engine turns off) (dripping) (glass breaks in distance) (rustling in distance) (gasps) Help me. (breath trembling) (sighing) - (bullet ricochets) - (grunting, gasping) - (yells) - (grunting, panting) (strained grunting) (clanking) (both grunting) (clicks, beeps) (grunting) - (panting) - (frustrated grunt) (beep) -(groans, cocks gun, panting) - (alarm ringing) - (hissing) (deep rumbling, whooshing) (car alarms blaring) (alarms continue blaring) (train's horn blows) (beep) - (line ringing) - It's me. Balder. I think I made a terrible mistake. (alarm blaring) (gasps, coughs, gasps) (coughing) (retching) (coughs) (computer beeping rapidly) (buzzing) (coughs) (siren approaching) (gasping) (sirens blaring) (tyres squeal, indistinct police radio chatter) (motorcycle engine revving) (tyre squeals) (siren blaring) - (grunts) Hey! - (motorcycle engine revving) (siren blaring) (tyres squeal) (panting) (door closes) (computer game clicking) You did the right thing by calling me. I have a data track on my program. - So I know she got to it. - And she won't give it back to you. Last week, she assaulted one of Stockholm's most respected businessmen, emptied his bank accounts ` just one of many men she's targeted. I don't know why, but I thought I could trust her. I promise you, I'll do everything in my power to protect you. (elevator clanking) - (cell phone buzzing) - (phone ringing) (ringing continues) - Lisbeth. - Hey. You OK? I fucked up. - I need your help. - (phone buzzes) - (phone chimes) (alarm blaring over video) That's the first test of Project Firefall. It's a tool designed to... breach and control most online defence systems. Frans Balder developed it for the Americans. - And he hired me to take it back from them. - Take, as in steal? I think he wanted to destroy it. (cell phone chimes) - Who's that? - He's the man who stole it from me - before I could give it back to Balder. - If you find him, what are you gonna do? I'm gonna take back what he stole from me. So you want me to help you find a ghost? - You're good at that. - (chuckles) I couldn't even find you for three years. You just vanished. And I... PA: Flight 825 from Washington Dulles arriving at Gate 46. (quiet, indistinct chatter) Mr Needham. I'm afraid you have to come with us. NSA Special Division, Edwin Needham. Former US military. Field ops ` Afghanistan, Mexico, Ukraine. Special Division. Is that an American euphemism for "no accountability and no oversight"? I don't know. Um... I mean, I'm feeling pretty overseen right now. -(door opens) -Look, I'm aware that someone stole something of high value to you. -(door closes) -And I presume you're here in Stockholm to find that someone. But I'm here to tell you that that's my job, not yours. The NSA has no business on Swedish soil. Funny part about that is I'm not here on business. - Pleasure. - Is that so? (sighs) Look, am I being deported? No. No. For now,... (sighs) you're just getting this. -A tourist guide? -If you engage in any activities not listed in that book, I'll have you arrested and put on the first plane back to Washington. (beep, door opens) Now, have a nice day. You too. (jet engine roaring overhead) (engine starts) (knocking at door) You have to take care of this. - OK. - And I need to borrow some gear. One day, we'll talk about your interpretation of that word. -"Gear"? -"Borrow." (groaning softly) (panting) (groans softly) (groaning) You need a hand? (grunts) No. (sighs) - What about Balder? - Checked out of his hotel. Cell phone disconnected. But get this ` look who he went to. His last geotag showed him at SAPO Headquarters this morning. I'm guessing he thinks you stole this from him, since you missed the drop-off. That means she moved him to a safe house. -Why? -Balder's program had a FREAK encryption. He's the only one who can open it. That means these guys are going after him next. I find Balder,... I find him. -(motorcycle engine roaring) (door opens) (sighs) (electrical buzzing) - (paper rustling) - (muttering under breath) (chuckles softly) Hello, Lisbeth Salander. Sofia Novak. (door creaks shut) The fuck happened here? (beep) (cell phone buzzing) (whispers): Pow. You Vilma? 200 crowns a night. No pets. No drugs. No friends. I can show you how the heating sys... (over radio): I got into the SAPO servers. They're keeping him at 774 Birger Jarisgatan. There are two plainclothes officers in a car and several more uniformed officers on the premises. Careful, Lisbeth. (beep) August, let's move away from the window, please. August. August, hey. Hey. You said it would be a couple of days, and then I'll go back home to Mom. "A couple" means two. No, I, uh... I'll tell you what. When this is all over, I promise that I'll take you back to San Francisco. And you'll stay with us? Yeah, of course. Yeah. Why don't you go back to your drawing? All right? Yeah. All right? (quiet, indistinct chatter) -Whiskey. Neat. -Sure. - I'll have the same. - Mikael Blomkvist. - Deputy Grane. What a coincidence! This is the man you should be after, not Salander. Your friend, Salander, has perpetrated a cyberattack on the most important security agency in America. I don't really see how this makes her any less guilty. She doesn't have the monopoly on guilt. You should be looking for this man too. What makes you think I'm not? Now, if you will excuse me. -(cell phone ringing) -(thunder rumbles) -Yeah? -(over phone): It's Malin. I got a hit on the spider tattoo. - Text it to me. - Sure. Sending now. (phone beeps) (indistinct chatter, video game sound effects) You Milos? Do you know this man? He has a tattoo like yours. - (knocking) - (door opens) So, are you a cop? (chuckles): No, worse. I'm a journalist. That guy, he's part of this group. Heavy people. Pretty much the worst psychos you can find in Stockholm. - You used to work for them? - What makes you think that? Your tattoo. (laughs) This is a scar. - He cut it into me with a knife. - Why? I used to do photo work. Tried to sell him some good ones of a politician they were blackmailing. I pushed the price too much. This is what I got in return. You like it? I'm sorry. This is what you get when you try to fuck with the Spiders. The Spiders? They call him the Otravitel. He's the worst of them. And if you wanna keep that pretty face, I'd stop asking about him. (cell phone buzzes) No, thank you, no. Tell me not to worry. - What do you mean? - I've seen this before. -Seen what? -You obsessing over Lisbeth. This is not about Lisbeth. Mikael, there were two key stories that made your name and built the magazine. The first, you couldn't have written without her, and the second was about her. I think you are scared what would become of Mikael Blomkvist if there were no Lisbeth Salander. (phone ringing) I'm sorry. Lisbeth. I haven't heard of the Spiders. Yeah, they sound like the last people on earth you'd want to have control of Firefall. - You alone? - Do you want me to come over? Lisbeth? Tell me where you are. -(tapping keys) -(computer chimes) No. I wouldn't want to ruin your evening. (computer chimes) (pulsing dance music playing, indistinct chatter and laughter) Hey, who... who's this? The blonde there. - Who the fuck are you? - Ned the Bathroom Stalker. Listen, I need to get into contact with somebody you know. All right? You know who I'm talking about. What did she give you? A phone? Some kind of contact? Yeah, she did. OK, good. (chuckles) Now, listen, I know you think you're the only girl she fucking in here, all right? But I got about three or four other girls I could be talking to, and that's just in this place. All right? So while I respect the loyalty, I gotta say it's a little bit undeserved. Bitch. Mm-hm, "bitch" is right. She gave it to me. It's the only way I have to contact her. Hope you find her. Boom. Oh, I will. (stall door opens) (cell phone buzzes) (chimes) (beeping) (door creaks shut) Sal... (pigeons cooing) (sighs) You fucked me. (phone chimes) Fucking bitch! -Good morning. -Hey. - Did you find your Russian? - Russian? Maybe you misspelled it, but... - isn't "otravitel" Russian crime slang for "poisoner"? - It's Russian? What are you doing? - (radio beeps) - (over radio): 1422. We have reports -of a male... -(lock clicks) (over radio): 1570. We're by the bridge. (radio chatter continues indistinctly, car door closes) - Here you go. They're from Holtser. - Thank God. Freezing my balls off. - Who is Mr Holtser? - Me. -(silenced gunshots) -(grunting) (agent grunting over radio) -(silenced gunshots) -(grunting) (silenced gunshot) Lisbeth's father. He was part of a Russian crime ring. (panting) - I'll come with you, but leave him out of it. - No. (panting) (gasps, grunts) (grunting) (grunting and groaning) Argh! - (gunshots) - (clattering) - (grunting and groaning continue) (gunshot) (grunting) (grunting and groaning continue) - (yells) - (choking) - (grunting) - (yells) (gasps, grunts) (grunts, screams) (groans, gasping) (panting quietly) (groans) No. (gasps) (sighs) (clatters on floor) (door creaks open) (muffled screaming) Let me go! (muffled screaming continues) (tyres squeal) (groans) (distorted, amplified clattering) (high-pitched whirring) (tyres squealing) (amplified, echoing crunching) (grunts, groans) (snorts) (snorts) (grunts, gasps) (grunts) (grunting) (strained grunt) (grunting) (panting) (grunts) (high-pitched ringing) (grunts, pants, gasping) (takes deep breath) (engine starts, tyres squeal) - Hey, sis. Off the ciggies, on the vape. You're halfway there! - I know you've tried so many times to give up smoking. - And this is the one that stuck. - You're looking so good now. I can see that glow on your face and in your eyes. - Good on ya, girl! - You're a strong mana wahine. - Keep going. I'm with you all the way. - Keep up the mahi. (BOTH CHUCKLE) - Let's go. - (LAUGHS) - Quitting smoking is the best thing for your health. Vaping is way less harmful and can help you get off the smokes. (loud beeping) (tyres screeching) (grunts) (horns honking) (beeping) Come on. - (seat belt clicking) - That's a good boy. Safety first. (beeping) -Stop the car! -(grunting) (wind whistling) (grunts) (door alarm dinging) August, you have to come with me. - Don't. - August. Go. Get in the car. (grunts quietly) (automatic gunfire) -(whimpers) -(gunfire continues) (August whimpering) (gunfire continues) (engine sputtering) (grunts) (bell ringing) Ah, fuck. (panting) (panting) (engine sputters to a start) (gearshift thumps) (car alarms chirp) (engine revs) (engine roaring) (taking deep, trembling breaths) (bird squawking) (turns engine off) (wind whistling softly) (car door closes) (footsteps approaching, door creaks open) I want to go back to my mother, please. "The horses stand silent in the field." "The snow comes early this year." You know the answer to those questions. You know how to open your father's program. I want to go back to my mother, please. (cell phone chimes) Police believe that the killer has abducted the victim's young son and is still at large. The suspect has been identified as Lisbeth Salander, a Stockholm resident with a criminal history - ranging from cybercrimes... - (whirring) - ...to aggravated assault. She is believed to be armed and highly dangerous. (indistinct chatter) (sirens blaring) -Copy that. -(indistinct chatter continues) (helicopter whirring above) OFFICER: 2630 inbound. 15 minutes. Requesting backup. (siren wailing) Mr Needham. Is this area part of a walking tour in your guide? You know, I always thought a safe house was supposed to be, I don't know, safe. You're done crashing around my city like a wild boar. Arrest him. Send him back to Disneyland. (handcuffs clicking) (wind whistling) You play whites. (clears throat) Your father taught you? He's dead now. Maybe I shouldn't think of him any more. -Why not? -Because that's the past. He once said... the past sometimes can be like a black hole. If you get too close,... it might pull you in, and you disappear. (sighs) I don't want to disappear. You won't. Who was that woman on the bridge? The past. (sighs) Hey. Hey. You don't want to finish the game? Oh. Checkmate. (piece rattles) (buzz!) - It's OK. He's a friend. - Hi, August. I'm Micke. It's her. I know. We need to talk. That's for you to keep. Until the rematch. A million, seven hundred and eighty thousand and ninety-nine. What's that? It's the answer to "The snow comes early this year." It's a number problem. Each letter is a number. So I figure out the big number, then I break it down into prime factors. Father said he made his program based on how I think. You think I'm a freak. No, I don't. Get some sleep. When I realised that the man that killed Balder worked for your father, I tracked all of his ex-associates, and every one of them seems to link back to Camilla Salander. She's been picking up your father's network where he left off. But now she calls them the Spiders. Well,... she worshipped that pig. And now she's become him. Lisbeth, you're bleeding. I know. (groans, sighs, slams bottle down) Do it. (sighs) -(stapler thumps) -(grunts) (breath trembling) (stapler thumps) -(stapler thumps) -(grunts) - (stapler thumps) - It's done. (exhales) (breath trembling) I bet you can't wait to write a story about all this. About me, my psycho family. Just like you did last time. Look... (wind whistling) (footsteps approaching) Lisbeth. They need August to run Firefall. Without him, they have nothing. We have to get him out of the country. Out of her reach. His mother lives in San Francisco. But even if we did get him on a plane, it won't guarantee his safety. No. But I know someone who can. (engine roars) PA: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Stockholm. (announcement continues indistinctly) (indistinct chatter) - PA: Passengers traveling to Oslo on flight SK-429... - (beep) (indistinct chatter) (guard speaking indistinctly over radio) (beeping) GUARD: Confirm. Over. What the fu...? (beeping) (beeping) - (rapid beeping) - Wanted suspect in Terminal Three. Follow me. Female, wearing a bright pink hat. PA: Attention, passengers. You have a gate change for flight LH-809 traveling to Frankfurt. Your flight is now leaving from Gate Five in Terminal Two. (phone beeps) (alarm blaring) - Back in the room. Back in the room. - (detainees murmuring) Lady, be quiet. Just relax. (locks clicking, beeping) - (muffled): Hey, you. Stay in your cell. - (beeping) (buzzing, lock clunks) (phone beeps) (computer chimes) Passenger Needham, please proceed to Gate 45 immediately. Passenger Needham, please proceed to Gate 45 immediately. (muffled buzzing) - Salander. - North end of the terminal, personnel-only door. Tell me you got the boy. For now. I need you to get him back to the US and make sure that he's safe. No, no, no, no, no. Not without Firefall. I have eyes on the American. Without August, there is no Firefall. You have to let it go. It's what Balder wanted. You don't understand what this is, do you? I've spent years waiting for Balder to deliver Firefall. -I'm not gonna give it up now. -You think you have a choice? What I have is a responsibility to my country, something somebody like you wouldn't understand. - I understand how to open that door. - Shit! -Freeze! -Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Agree to take the kid back to the US, or it stays locked. - Or you could just jump. - Fuck. - Up to you. (panting) - You! Stop! - I'll get the kid out. I have your word? - You have my word. - I said on the floor! Now! -(beeping) (lock buzzes, clicks) (both grunt) Get in the van. (handcuffs clicking) (wind whistles) (phone buzzing) Dad? -(over phone): Hello? -(computer beeping) Hello? (engine roaring) (door closes in distance) - (beeping) - (lock buzzes) (sighs) Why do you make yourself so ugly, Libby? I've imagined this moment for so long. I had a whole speech prepared. And now I'm nervous. I should have written it down. (weapon cocks) The boy is secure. Listen, a client is willing to pay us a lot of money for this thing. I don't care. Just shoot me. Shoot you? (chuckles) You're my sister. Besides, I have so much to tell you. - (grunts) - Mikael. (panting) Someone always has to carry the pain, Libby. Well, now it's your turn. Bring her. Kill the journalist. (grunting) Move. -Go! -(gunfire continues) - (gasps) - (both grunt) (grunting and groaning) (grunting, panting) No. (grunts, panting) (grunting) (dog barking in distance) Hey, man, you got some creamer? No, I do not. OK. Please don't touch that. It's vintage. Yeah. Ah, when was it, '02? Took down Big Pharma with this bad boy. The King Pharma crash was done from a 7792. (chuckles) Actually, I did it from a triple-seven-oh. But... who's counting? You're Warchild? The Warchild? Yeah, yeah, I was for a little while. NSA pays way better. Way motherfucking better. -Creamer? -My boy. (chuckles) (knocking) Heard that went well. (steady beeping) - Is that August's location? - (typing) Where's she taking him? Home. (wind whistling) Hello, August. (sighs) You know, uh,... a little birdie told me you know how to open your daddy's work. I need you to do that for me now. Hello? Anyone in there? You will help me. Soon. You'll see. Such a big boy. (door closes) (siren blaring in distance) We need to share this with Tactical. Put together a team. Fast. Get inside. (wind whistling) (howling wind echoing through tunnel) (exhales sharply) (wind whistling) -(zapping) -(grunting) (beeping) OK. -(tapping keyboard, exhales sharply) (quiet creaking) (echoing): Camilla! How did they know? How did the Spiders know Balder's location? Your guess is as good as mine. You're the client. You're buying Firefall from her. Access by a single user to online nuclear weapons. Would you rather have that in the hands of the Americans, the nation that never missed a war, or us, the nation who never went to war? Now August and Lisbeth are paying the price for all this. They'll hurt him. People have taken the fall for far lesser causes, Mr Blomkvist. (humming Itsy Bitsy Spider) - Do you see him? - Tracker puts August in the west wing. (electrical buzzing) - Status? - 24%. (humming Itsy Bitsy Spider) (continues humming) (hums end of melody) (starts humming melody again) (rumbling) Get out of there! (grunting) (zapping) -(tapping keys) -Lisbeth! (grunting) -(zapping) -(grunting) (grunting) Give up. (grunting) (screams, grunts) (zapping) - (zapping) - (groaning) - (grunting and groaning) (gasping) - (gasping) - (grunting) (screams) Breathe, Lisbeth. (grunting, gasping) Wait. (distorted, echoing panting) - (coughs) -(loud thump) -(grunts, coughs) Would you like a glass of water? -(coughing) -Please get her a glass of water. (panting) He needs to open the program for us. Would you please talk some sense into him? Fuck you. I made these just for him. I will start with this one, the red one. It will not kill him, but it will blind him permanently. The black one, though,... he won't survive. August. You have to tell them. (takes deep breath, clears throat) You have to trust me. (clicking) COMPUTER: To run Firefall, enter value for... - COMPUTER: ..."The trees fade in the mist." - 13, 23, 31, 115,751, 1,943, 629. - "The trees fade in the mist." - (typing, computer beeps) -(pants) -(typing) COMPUTER: Access granted. -Firefall online. -It's done. I won't let them keep it. (sighs) - (whirring, zapping) - (gasps) Is that really necessary? I'll transfer the funds immediately. You don't have to. Why is that? -(gunshot) -(gasps) It's OK. It's OK. -(stabs) -(gasps, breath trembling) You can't... - (gasps) - Thanks for all your help. But I think we'll keep it. (grunts) (click, whirring) (gasps) -(whirring continues) -(muffled grunts) (whirring stops) -(snipping) -(gasping breaths) - Calm down. - (short, muffled breaths) You'll suffocate. Trust me; I know. You know where we are? This used to be Father's bedroom. Until it became mine too. But you know that. There is something that you didn't know. When he died,... an odd thing happened. It was like an awakening. I could finally see our father's true face,... - a monster's face. - (muffled grunt) And I was nothing. Do you remember that morning that you jumped off the balcony and left me behind? The things he did to me that day. And the day after. And the day after that. For 16 years. And for that, Libby, I blame you. (muffled gasping) And so now the world will burn, and everyone will know it was you who lit the match. (muffled gasps) Goodbye, Libby. (door opens) OK. (muffled gasping) Uh,... there. (man speaking indistinctly over radio) There. (cocks pistol) -(bullets whizzing) -(grunts) (muffled grunting and gasping) - Targets down. Give me more. - I got you, Warchild. (beeping) (gunshot) I need to get you out of... -(grunts) -(gasps) I have her. She's on the move. (grunting) (straining) (grunts, gasps) Where's the kid? (grunts) -(crack!) -(yells, screams) (gasps) Come on. Get up, Lisbeth. Yes! Move. Come on. There. (grunts) Come on. (groans, sniffs) -(gunshot) -(yells) (sighs) House is clear. Where is she? She's on the other side of the house. She's leaving. Go. - You should have visual on the car. - I see her. Got her. (rustling) -Shit. -(gunfire) (grunts) Shit. (groans) On the move. She's on the main road going around the lake. Cut through the woods to intercept. (twigs snapping) -Well done. -Yes, ma'am. (tyres squealing) (panting) (panting) (gasping) (panting) You can't blame me for leaving that day. That day? This is not about a day. It's about a lifetime. Are you not Lisbeth Salander,... the righter of wrongs,... the girl who hurts men who hurt women? All those lucky ladies ` wives, mothers,... (whispers) sisters. I could never figure it out. Why did you help everyone but me? For 16 years, every day,... you chose not to save me. I couldn't. (breath trembling) I... I couldn't go back. Why? (shuddering): No. You chose him. No. (trembling breaths) (sirens blaring) (wind whistling) (panting) (whispers): Oh, yes. (sighs) (whispers): OK. OK. (typing) (indistinct announcement over PA) (lighter clinks, ignites)