Martin Vanger: It might amuse you that while you were upstairs having moose with me and Liv, who, by the way, finds me conventional, I had Irina down there in that cage.
Martin Vanger: [points to cage and Mikael sees it]
Martin Vanger: Who's Irina, you might ask? Just another girl. Just another immigrant whore. Who misses them?
Mikael Blomkvist: Your sister wasn't.
Martin Vanger: [confused] What?
Mikael Blomkvist: Your sister Harriet wasn't just another girl.
Martin Vanger: You found her.
[grabs Mikael by the neck]
Martin Vanger: What happened to her?
Mikael Blomkvist: [suffocating] You... killed her.
Martin Vanger: [lets go of Mikael's neck] You useless fucking detective.