What are you?
Angels.
You must play the serpent.
You have been preparing for this,
as long as you have lived.
Save the girl... and the boy.
Srung.
What am I doin'?
Followin' a talkin' elephant.
What?
Seriously?
That's you.
Atal.
Mary.
There must be a reason why I'm here, don't you think, Atal?
Nenga. (Seedpod.)
These are from the trees. They're very...
oily.
Chau. (Oil.)
Nenga, chau.
The trees are dying. Sraf is leaving.
Nguli (trees). Sraf.
Shanah. (Work to do.)
Emu. (to fall)
Every day, the Sraf is less and less.
I've heard you and the others talk about Sraf.
What is Sraf?
Without Sraf...
...we are asleep.
"Chunil". Sleep.
Me? I'm asleep?
No, Mary, we need it to live.
I've been seeing more dead seedpods around.
Don't you need the oil they produce?
The oil is the centre of our thinking and feeling.
It gives us Sraf.
How can I...
To learn?
Learn how to help you?
To help, you must learn to see Sraf.
Mary, that's the reason you've been brought here.
HIS DARK MATERIALS
What does it feel like being this far away from him?
From Pan.
It's like an iron hand is gripped around my heart
and is yanking it out between my ribs.
And it's mental too, right?
As if some private, secret thing is being dragged out into the open.
Yeah.
You know, you always said I must have a daemon,
and I never believed you.
Now, it feels like I've known her my whole life.
Maybe she's with Pan now.
Hey, we're gonna get back to our daemons.
I know we are.
We've got the knife.
And we've got each other.
And for some reason, I trust you.
- How much longer? - As long as it needs to take.
Time does as it pleases down here.
- Don't be scared, now. - I'm not scared.
I've had warriors and assassins and war generals on this boat,
all telling me the same.
None's come back.
Apologies, ladies and gentlemen.
Well, best of luck to you.
You're just gonna leave us here?
Well, I can't go beyond this point, I'm afraid.
Thank you.
Wait.
If my daemon's still at the jetty, can you give him a message?
I can tell you now, he won't be.
How do we know where...
No turning back, I guess.
No turning back.
I've told you, I'm not eating your putrid food.
And if you try to force me, I'll bite your fingers off.
I don't doubt for a second, that you would.
I thought you'd scuttled back to Asriel, with news of my humiliation.
As much as he might enjoy this humiliation,
I don't believe Asriel wants you dead.
And neither do I.
Doctor Cooper is readying the bomb.
I've got enough poison to fell the guards outside this cell,
but no more than that.
How does she seem? Doctor Cooper?
Frightened.
Seems to me she's acting against her will.
- We stay here. - The bomb is ready.
Lyra's hair is in a chamber inside its body.
They intend to sever you from your daemon.
Good.
It's not made of rock.
It's made of people's things.
Lyra.
The dead.
Are you alive?
Yeah. We're visitors.
You shouldn't have come to this place. Go back while you still can.
Why were you guys hiding?
They don't like it if we talk to each other.
Who don't?
They're listening.
I need your help. I'm looking for someone.
Roger Parslow.
I must warn you. He might not want to see you.
Do you come from a world with daemons?
Yeah.
My daemon's name is Pan.
Mine was called Sandling.
He used to think he'd be a bird.
But I hoped he wouldn't, 'cause I liked him all furry.
My Castor used to curl up in my hand, and go to sleep.
Mine was called Mattepan.
Hey... please could you help us?
Maybe.
Be careful.
They will attract attention.
To touch another's daemon is forbidden, is it not?
How dare you enter unannounced?
Do I have to remind you, to whom it is you answer?
I answer to the Authority.
Get out of my sight, and never question me again.
They must have been here a long time.
Does everyone who comes here end up like this?
Are you looking for someone too?
I'm just asking.
When I first came here, I was looking for someone.
My sister.
- You never found her? - I gave up pretty quickly.
You left your sister all alone.
I have to go back.
- Wait! No, we need you. - I'm sorry.
- Lyra. - Lyra.
Hello?
- Lyra. - Lyra.
Will!
- Lyra. - Lyra.
Pan.
Pan! You shouldn't be here.
It's what you wanted.
How did you...
Lyra!
Excuse me. Excuse me.
- Where'd you go? - You left me on the jetty to die.
Don't say that.
You know why I had to do it.
I've always known, deep down how selfish you are.
You really believe you're here for Roger?
You already killed him.
You came here for you.
To soothe your guilt.
To play the hero.
This isn't real. You're not real.
Will!
Lyra!
Whatever it was saying, it wasn't true.
You're a good person.
This place is horrible.
This can't be it, can it?
Surely, there has to be some other place.
This can't be where we all go... forever.
Roger.
Roger!
Roger.
Roger?
Roger.
It's me.
I know.
Roger bloody Parslow.
It's your best friend.
You came.
You needed me.
I've changed...
so much.
You've changed too.
I missed you.
I'm so sorry, about everything.
I should have let you go with the Gyptians and the kids.
I shouldn't have taken you to Asriel.
If I'd have let you go, you wouldn't be here, would you? You'd be...
It wasn't your fault.
I wanted to go with you.
I do wish things were different.
I'm Will.
Roger, you can't stay here.
Look.
I'm gonna break you all out of here, I mean it.
That's not possible.
It is. It has to be.
I mean, what they're making you all endure here, it's not right.
Look...
when you didn't come,
I lost all hope.
Forever.
I'm sorry.
Please. It can be us together again.
- You and me... - Stop it!
You think I want to go back to the real world?
Like this?
- Lyra. - There's nothing you can say.
Look, we can still help him.
But he's right. We don't know what'll happen to him if we leave.
It's a terrible idea.
Look, you said this place is awful, right?
That no one should be here? It's like a prison.
- It's worse than a prison. - So, you're just gonna give up on them?
Don't stop following your instincts.
We have to try. You promised Pan.
Make a window.
- Where to? - Anywhere.
We need to get out of here.
I'll drag Roger through if I have to.
Okay.
What?
- What's the matter? - It's not working.
I can only feel rock.
What kind of Knife Bearer, cannot use his own knife?
One led by an ignorant child.
What kind of son,
abandons his own mother?
We shall send her nightmares.
We shall scream at her in her sleep.
You have destroyed the lives of
of everyone, you've ever cared for.
You've come here for you.
To feel special.
If only Will had never met you.
Listen to what I'm saying to you.
- Listen to me. - Listen to me.
Listen.
No!
Hey. They're gone.
How?
I just believed I could.
I thought about us and...
everything we've been through.
I didn't let them get into my head.
The knife doesn't work here 'cause it's too low down.
We need to find higher ground.
Your Grace.
Please.
I have thought of something to show my contrition.
By His mercy and your brilliance,
Eve will be struck down.
But what of the serpent?
Fra Pavel has deduced that she is in another world.
Who knows what depravity she is capable of?
What if I was to track her down?
Let me do it, I beg of you.
I will allow you this task for your penance.
Father President Sir, it will be the honour of my life.
I will repay your faith.
Dgela ni. (Now).
Dg... ni.
I need a lens.
Got it.
It's Dust. Sraf is Dust.
At last you can see.
Look from the tree.
It's leaving.
Atal, I understand.
I'm sorry, I understand now.
You were trying to tell me...
The trees are dying.
And so are we.
What do you remember about Jordan?
You remember it, don't you?
Jordan's gone.
It can't be.
I can see it perfectly.
Every nook, every cranny, every secret passageway.
We know that place like the back of our hands.
D'you remember that time we snuck into the wine cellar?
And we got covered in cobwebs and dust.
Don't even know how we got in there.
Lyra, will you wait?
We had the porter's key.
We did.
We found that ancient bottle of Tokay.
Smelt horrible.
Tasted horrible, too.
We couldn't stop laughing for hours.
Wouldn't have got away with that if we had parents, would we?
No.
And the roof.
The roof.
We were so high up there.
Remember that rook with the broken leg?
Yeah. We nursed it back to life.
Lyra.
They want to listen.
I wonder what she's gonna say.
My name is Lyra.
I came here looking for my friend.
His death was unfair, so I thought he shouldn't be here.
What I didn't realise is that none of you should be here.
This isn't life after death. This is a prison camp.
Hi, guys, I'm Will.
I have a knife that can cut through worlds.
If you follow us,
I'm hoping that I can use it to get you guys out of here.
I can't make you any promises, but I'll try.
I know you're afraid, but we can get out of here.
What'll happen to us if we leave?
- I don't know. - You don't know?
If I will or won't be able to see my son again?
We can't know until it happens.
I'm not gonna lie or pretend.
But in here, it's just thoughts.
Out there, real things matter.
You think those creatures, will just allow us to leave?
When we were alive,
they told us that when we died, we'd go to heaven.
That's why so many of us gave our lives,
and spent years in prayer and silence,
while all the joy of life went to waste around us.
I don't care what happens to us when we leave.
Anything is better than this.
There she is!
The girl.
Lyra.
What were you saying before?
Those stories, what were they?
They were about the outside world.
Do you remember your life before?
Everything slips away.
WII you tell us some stories? So we can remember too?
Real things?
Okay. So I used to live in this place called Jordan College, with Roger.
It had these beautiful buildings. And these really high towers,
which looked like they could almost touch the sky.
It had amazing hiding places. We used to race.
Through the kitchen, down the stairs, back onto the roof.
- I won every time. - No, she didn't.
You cheated every time.
What else?
And I met Will.
He made me an omelette, and I didn't know what one was.
So I thought I'd make him one in return.
Which was funny because she left the shells in.
- And lorek. - The armoured bear.
He has claws the size of your hand. Magnificent.
When I first met him, he'd lost his armour.
But thanks to the alethiometer he managed to get it back.
We went to the palace of Panserbjørne...
Is this really how things are to end between you and I?
What do you think will happen after this?
Do you really believe that things are going to get better?
Doctor Cooper, these are not the wishes of the Authority. You know that.
These are the wishes of a weak, and dangerous man.
And if he is prepared to kill me, think what he might do to you.
When we created this technology together,
you believed you were doing the right thing.
We all did.
But we were wrong.
This has to stop.
I can scarcely believe this day has arrived, Doctor Cooper.
You do not understand this technology, Hugh.
You're simply going to blow up the Magisterium, and everyone in it.
Quite the contrary.
Our conception is elegantly simple.
Separation of human and daemon...
Do not explain my own technology to me.
It has evolved somewhat, since your original design.
Our bomb is equipped with a guidance mechanism.
We will use the lock of your daughter's hair to locate her,
and to destroy her on the spot.
All in a moment.
It is a thing of divine precision and power.
Such an exquisite example of the Authority's design.
Such beauty in its order.
You have lost your mind.
You're sick.
I urge you not to struggle.
Go willingly, and this could be your redemption.
You truly think that?
That He ordained all this?
The Authority has not forsaken you, Marisa.
You still have time to repent.
Let me give you your final blessing.
Keep...
your hands off me!
There's too much blood on them for that.
Initiate the process.
Through lorek I also met my friend Lee, the aeronaut.
I remember the first time I went up in his balloon.
It was so high up that the wind was pushing against my skin.
If you looked over the edge, you would feel dizzy.
But you felt safe with Mr. Scoresby.
He's the first grown-up I ever trusted.
Your stories have made us feel alive again.
I remember now, what it was to have warm flesh...
and senses.
I will come with you.
- We will come with you. - Guess so.
Go on. Make a ghost of me.
What's your name?
You must have one.
No name.
Let's go... and keep your stories in mind.
I don't think they can hurt us if we hold onto what's real.
Pardon me, excuse me, coming through.
Lyra.
Lyra!
You're alive.
Oh, kid, you really had me there.
Lee...
you...
Yeah, it's not as bad as it seems.
How did you?
Some excited rifleman got lucky.
It was over before it started. I promise.
It's fine. We're together now.
Only for a little while.
You don't belong here.
And the word is out,
some crazy kid's got a plan to break us out of here.
This is my friend Will. This is Lee.
- Balloon driver. - Good to see you, kid.
WII's gonna get us out of here.
With this, I hope.
You found the Knife Bearer?
You beat the Shaman to it.
Lyra Silvertongue, just when I thought
you couldn't blow my little mind enough times.
We're looking for a higher place so I can cut out of here.
You go on ahead.
There's some stragglers in the back. I'll round them up for you I'll catch up.
All right, folks, follow the lady. Follow the kid with the knife, yeah.
You guys wanna get out of here? You wanna see the sky again?
Let's go. Go that way. Follow the kid with the knife!
Let's go!
On your knees before The Authority, Alarbus.
I have come with news, Regent.
What news do you presume could be of interest to me?
I was captured,
by humans.
The mortal, Lord Asriel, has formed a Republic.
He is harnessing technology...
to challenge you.
Go on.
They are able to manipulate Dust,
and Asriel spoke of a new Knife Bearer.
That knife is of no consequence to me.
The Bearer is a boy.
He has not been corrupted by the knife's power, like the Bearers before him.
Then...
perhaps it's time to send these mortals a warning.
You can keep spewing, your doctrine to justify killing a child.
But it won't change anything.
You're worshipping a lie.
If she had only stayed with us,
and given her life to The Authority as she once intended,
she would now be on the path to the Kingdom.
You and others like you, will never be free.
Through a veil of corruption, and tears,
The Magisterium is an institution that fears what it does not understand.
...the stain of this child.
And it turns on its own.
Be swift in your sweet wrath.
Be mighty in your vengeance.
I will not...
be a part of this.
Are you obstructing me, Doctor Cooper?
I will not hurt her.
No!
Lyra.
O, Authority, Savior of this earth.
Shine your perpetual light upon us.
Why isn't it working?
Key, the key!
You think Dust can make you Gods?
Let us see how you fare without it.
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