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.

Blomkvist O/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.

Salander: Going over your notes.

Blomkvist: They’re encrypted.

She gives him a don’t-be-a-child look.






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