200 baris pertama.
Check.
Checkmate.
Your father wants to see you.
Come.
Lisbeth made it for me.
You're such big girls now.
Come, Camilla. I want to play a game with you.
Camilla!
Come to your father.
Both of you.
Come.
Sorry about the things I said.
It's all right.
You know I've been under a lot of pressure,
with the trial and work.
Yes, I know.
Just forgive me.
I get a little insecure sometimes
when you talk to me like that.
Come here, have a drink.
You know how much I love you, do you?
Who the fuck are you?
I'm a fan of yours.
I watch you on the news.
Peter Ahlgren:
The CEO who beat up two prostitutes
but got acquitted in court yesterday.
Put me down!
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.
Good evening. Security.
Account number.
Don't.
Mrs. Ahlgren, is everything okay?
51912.
Take your child and leave. He won't hurt you again.
I can undo all this tomorrow.
Mr. Chen has bankrolled your company for years.
Isn't this his wife?
Oh, my God, you like that.
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!
Who are you?!
You should ask yourself that question.
A string of vigilante attacks has rocked Stockholm.
I don't know her name. I've never seen her before.
The attacker's M.O. matches that of Lisbeth Salander,
a local hacker with a history of aggravated assault.
If my daughter and I had a message for her...
I just want to say, whoever you are, thank you.
This is a new era for Millennium.
I want you all to realize that the only thing
- 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,
and there are people there who don't have this knowledge.
Don't be a child.
'Cause 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 two million followers online.
How many do you have?
What do you want from me?
I want you to write again.
Come by tonight.
I'm having dinner with my husband tonight.
Erika.
It's for you.
She'll be right with you.
Lisbeth Salander has a pet.
It's a lizard.
I don't know if I'm happy for you or sad for him.
Are you throwing all of this out?
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.
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.
You have to go now. I need to work.
If you have another girl coming, you can tell me.
I have to work.
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 realized too late
that I had created an abomination.
Please, help me.
Drop-off?
Tomorrow morning, 7:00 sharp.
Meet me on the Centralbron, south shore.
I'll be next to the train station.
I've provided two levels of clearance.
After that, you're on your own.
Take military systems, for example.
Since 9/11, all global defense systems
are controlled by satellite networks,
and such networks are all protected
by the same quantum encryption protocol.
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 God-like power.
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 may be working on.
Now, obviously, we respect the fact
you don't want to jeopardize the security of your projects.
The State Department
has requested we cooperate any way we can...
Oh, shit.
Agent Needham? Anything to share?
Personal emergency.
Special Division doesn't mean you're actually special.
I think it does.
Shit.
Sorry.
Come on, come on, come on.
Boom.
Okay, okay, okay, okay.
Program encrypted.
To run Firefall, enter value for:
"The snow comes early this year."
To run Firefall, enter value for:
"The horses stand silent in the fields."
To run Firefall, enter value for:
Help me!
Aah!
It's me, Balder.
I think I made a terrible mistake.
Hey!
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.
Lisbeth.
Hey.
You okay?
I fucked up.
I need your help.
That's the first test of Project Firefall.
It's a tool designed...
to breach and control most online defense 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.
Who's that?
He's the man who stole it from me
before I could give it back to Balder.
And if you find him...
what are you gonna do?
I'm gonna take back what he stole from me.
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