The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo Page #2

Wennerstrom was caused.

I cant be

reached for comment.

- Are you giving up?

- Just stepping aside.

This makes me sick.

- FRODE:
First time in Hedestad?

- And the last.

Oh, don't say that.

Its lovely in the spring.

You said it was lovely

in winter.

Well, this is unseasonable.

Ill be on the 4:
30 train back to

Stockholm.

Unless we get snowed in ...

Im joking.

Youll be home tonight,

if thats what you wish.

Welcome. Come inside.

Its warm.

How do you do?

So...

What do you know about me?

That you used to run one of the

biggest industrial firms in the country.

- Used to. Thats correct.

- Right, I didn't mean to...

My grandfather forged the tracks

the 4:
30 train will take you home.

We stitched this country together.

We made the steel--

and milled the lumber that built

modern Sweden.

And what our most profitable

product now is?

Fertilizer.

Im 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.

Doing..doing what?

Officially, assisting me with my memoirs.

But what youd really be doing..

is solving a mystery. And

by doing what you do so well -

Your recent legal mishap of

yours notwithstanding.

Youd be investigating

thieves, misers, bullies,

- the most detestable collection

of people youll ever meet ...

my family.

Would you like to sit? I could

possibly clear a place if necessary.

- Did you make it?

- Have you something for me?

Im on welfare;

I dont administer it.

This isnt enough.

No thank you?

This is Harriet. The grandaughter

of my brother Richard.

Richard, was a

Nazi of the first order -

joining the

- Nationalist Socialist Freedom League

when he was 17.

Isnt it interesting how fascists

always steal the word freedom "freedom".

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.

Now, Gottfried - Harriets father -

was what people used to call

- a Good-Time-Charlie.

- Theyre still called that.

Are they? Okay.

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 forth.

- Well, Somebody has to do it.

- Thats right.

Anyway, he died in 1965.

Drowned. Drunk.

Here on theisland.

His wife Isabella - who was pretty

much useless as a parent before -

became even more so after his death -

which is when I began looking after

their children -

Martin - who runs Vanger Industries

now that Im retired -

- I've been with him.

- and Harriet.

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