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For many millennia,

the Authority has ruled in the Kingdom of Heaven

with absolute control.

He named himself the Creator, the Father, the Almighty.

He is none of those but just an angel like ourselves.

And he rules with a dark angel by his side.

We, who fought for truth, were cast out of the Kingdom.

Since then, we have lived between the worlds,

watching and waiting for vengeance.

A spark of hope is alive among humankind.

A bold leader is rallying warriors.

He may be mortal...

but his ambitions transcend his kind.

A serpent has been summoned. A new Eve emerges.

The time for a new rebellion is coming.

Lyra!

Lyra!

Lyra!

I'm looking for a girl.

Medium height, dark hair, brown eyes.

Her name's Lyra. She has a daemon called Pan.

She's missing.

Help me.

Tell me where she is.

Pan?

Pan?

Lyra!

Roger!

Is that you?

I need you! Help me!

Where are you?

Roger!

Lyra.

HIS DARK MATERIALS

Come on. Come on. For goodness' sake.

The craft may not be ready for this.

Then that is on the pair of us, is it not?

Clear your mind.

We've lost the rear oscillator.

Brace!

I could smell the flowers when you came down the path.

How are you?

What's wrong?

Is there a problem?

This chapel has stood empty for years.

There are rumours that someone is hiding there.

I'm not hiding.

Why are you here?

Do you believe in magic?

Sometimes.

Follow me.

Don't be scared.

She is my daughter.

An enchanter has cast a spell on her...

that's why she's asleep.

Can't you wake her?

I need time to help wake her up.

I need you to help me keep the people away.

I will help.

Thank you, I appreciate it.

Keep her safe, please.

I will.

This is our secret.

Please...

let us go.

Here. Drink this.

If you don't drink your medicine, how will you get better, darling?

Here.

Don't be afraid.

- How did you... - We're not going to hurt you.

- What are you? - Bene Elim.

Angels, in your language.

We come to you in human form.

Angels?

We just want to talk.

Stop following me.

Æsahaettr.

It's real.

I think the craft is pretty much done for.

And how will we get back to the Republic?

We'll be able to figure something out.

- See anything? - Looks like the path is clear.

Commander, let's go get our man.

- Follow my lead. - Hey! Hey!

Cleared.

We secure?

- Clear! - Clear!

All clear.

Ogunwe.

Which one of you is Commander Ogunwe?

I am.

Who are you, and your little friends?

I am Lord Asriel Belacqua.

I intend to march upon the Kingdom of Heaven,

and I should very much like you to join me.

I've heard stories about you.

You have just made war with the Temple.

I'll let you fight that one.

Listen to what he has to say.

My friends and I, we are not from your world.

We have little interest in your Temple. We came here for you.

Join with me in my fight against the Authority.

Look, I know that we stand for the same thing.

I know the number you command.

I want your army, but I need your leadership.

Come with me. Be a part of the final victory.

You can come with me.

Welcome to Geneva, Cardinal MacPhail.

Father President, please.

Father President.

Tell me of this arrest.

We recovered this material from the site.

It was recited before an audience, many inebriated,

and followed by feverish discussion,

and a grotesque exchange of ideas.

Poems.

Father Jerome.

What do you think should be done?

The author must be imprisoned for heresy.

Father Heyst.

There were dozens more like it hidden throughout the building.

All attendees imprisoned,

as well as anyone found in possession of the author's work.

Father?

- Gomez. - Father Gomez.

If you were in my position, what would you do?

Physical atonement... in public.

For those charged with possession, I'd choose, perhaps, the whip.

For the author,

something which leaves a little more... lasting damage.

Fear is a gift. It allows people to learn.

- They'll make examples of us. - Baruch, we do not have time.

We need that knife.

I told you to stop following me. How can you cut through worlds?

We are made of Dust,

and can pass through invisible spaces in the air,

gateways into other worlds.

We can see them, but you cannot.

Balthamos and I have been searching for Æsahaettr... for you.

Because there is a great war coming.

All conscious beings are engaged in a battle already,

though not all of us know it.

The enemy's power is growing stronger every minute,

and you have the weapon that will enable us to win.

You must come with us to Lord Asriel.

- He's gathering an army with the... - I know who he is.

Someone told me about him. About all of it.

The war, how I'm supposed to fight alongside Asriel, with this.

I can't go with you. I'm sorry.

I'm looking for my friend, Lyra... Asriel's daughter.

Not that he cares, but she's lost. She needs my help.

You don't understand.

That knife is more important than you can imagine.

No, you don't understand.

Lyra's the most important thing to me right now.

I'm going to find her.

- You will come with us now... - Or what?

I'm sorry about your friend.

I can see she means a lot to you.

- Do you know what happened to her? - We were attacked. She was taken.

- By who? - I don't know. I went ahead without her.

I thought she would be safe.

When I came back, she was gone.

Whatever Asriel wants, he can wait.

I'm sorry.

You do realize we're just going to keep following you until you change your mind.

Well, you can keep following me because...

You've managed to find me every time I've cut through.

How?

The knife. It attracts Dust.

We have senses that humans do not.

Help me find her.

If you can find me, you can find Lyra.

Take me to her.

Then, I will come with you to Asriel.

We do not have time.

It will not take them long, Baruch. They will find us.

So we will be quick.

Balthamos, we don't have a choice.

This was Lyra's.

She says it's powered the same way as the knife.

Maybe you can use it to find her.

It's powered by Dust.

Yes.

We will need a little time, but we will find her,

whatever world she is in.

Lyra, I'm here!

Wait, I'm coming.

Roger, what is this place?

I hate it!

Roger!

- Roger! - I'm scared!

Roger.

Roger.

Come on.

Machi!

Father!

God, I missed you. Oh, my sweet.

Look at you.

You've grown six inches, you're almost as tall as me now.

Daddy has work to do. I'll be right back.

You have a beautiful little girl.

How long since you last saw her?

Ten months and 16 days.

I had no hope of leaving that cell,

until you and your cat came to recruit me.

What?

Trying to decide if you're a madman...

or a genius.

Well, I rather hoped the two could coexist.

So, Lord Asriel...

tell me who your war is really against, and what you want from me?

- My fight is with the Authority... - You said that before.

But it's impossible.

Humankind cannot stand against its Creator.

Well, he forces us to kneel at his feet, but he is not the Creator.

It's all a lie. He is an angel.

- An angel? - Nothing more.

And how do you know all this...

even if it were true?

Some millennia ago, another angel discovered the Authority's secret.

Now, that angel, Xaphania, sits on my council.

Ogunwe, I am gathering the greatest from every world.

From even the heavens above,

but I want you to help me wage my war.

I should be flattered.

Well, I have come rather a long way, so yes, you should.

Lord Asriel...

I cannot help you.

Machi is my youngest daughter.

But I have another.

The Temple have been targeting our children for a while now.

But in recent years...

they began taking them away...

for training.

Aria... is the property of the Temple.

To her...

I do not exist.

There is only the Authority.

And the girl I knew...

she's gone.

But she's still my child.

I understand what you offer.

But I have my own battles here to fight.

And an obligation to save as many sons...

and daughters as I can.

May I? Please.

I've seen this before.

- Her daemon has been severed. - She is not demonic.

I did not say she was. Forgive me.

Please, if you'll allow me to explain. Stelmaria?

Stelmaria and I are one.

She is my daemon. My soul, if you use that word.

Aria's daemon resided within.

The link that binds us to our daemon is immensely powerful.

But when it is severed... well...

very little remains.

They are taking our souls, Ogunwe,

and with them our humanity.

To make us easier to control.

To make us this.

Drones.

Get Machi on the ground! Everyone, inside now!

Hold your fire. They're trying to draw us out.

You sent for me, Father President?

Come in, Father Gomez.

I have come to Geneva on a matter of great significance.

Fra Pavel's alethiometer has informed me of a prophecy

which, if true, a... and I believe it is,

risks plunging us into a darkness,

the like of which the world has not experienced.

There is a girl wandering the earth at this very moment,

and she is Eve.

The mother of us all, and the cause of all sin.

The instrument says that if this child is tempted by the serpent,

she will likely fall. And if she does fall,

then sin and Dust will triumph.

This cannot happen.

So, we stop her.

Where is she?

Unfortunately, we are at the mercy of the instrument and its user.

Fra Pavel's work is unbearably slow.

When he does locate the child...

we will send troops to retrieve her.

And I would like you, Father Gomez... to lead them.

It would be an honor.

I could perhaps drop in on Fra Pavel.

- See if I can speed him up a little. - Please.

All these men after you.

I tell you, it'll never change.

There are forces out there that you can't begin to understand.

I wish you wouldn't look at me like that.

Would you rather I didn't keep her safe?

You're keeping her prisoner.

Let us go.

Afraid I can't.

You found her.

You were right.

- She is in the world of the daemons. - Where?

She's with a woman who is holding her against her will.

In a house carved into the rocks.

It's on a remote island in the German ocean.

- You will need passage on a ship. - But Lyra's not harmed?

No. Just asleep and dreaming.

What can you tell me about the woman?

Her daemon is a golden monkey.

- Her mother. - Her mother?

Lyra's mother's the worst possible person she could be with.

Balthamos will take you to her.

I must go to Asriel and tell him about you and Æsahaettr.

Are you sure this is safe?

Go straight to Lyra, and we will be together again before long.

I do not remember agreeing to accompany the boy.

Stay close to Will.

As soon as the children are reunited,

you will both come to me in Asriel's Republic.

Father President MacPhail sent me.

Where is the girl?

I am close, Father. I assure you.

I see this task has weighed heavily on you.

The pressure.

Such great responsibility.

It must muddle the mind terribly.

It is this... final part of the reading.

Its... meaning...

eludes me.

I just need a little more time.

We can only do that of which we are capable.

Father President has advised that if the coordinates are not forthcoming,

then perhaps, the time has come to re-educate you.

No.

No. I will find her.

I promise.

I have no doubt that you will.

Lyra. Wake up, please.

Look.

We can get away.

Lyra!

She's coming.

You're not gonna make it.

We have to try.

Hide here. Maybe someone will see us.

Lyra?

Lyra!

Where is she?

I can't see.

Lyra! Lyra, where are you?

You never cease to amaze me.

Please.

I do understand why you're doing this.

Must be strange being here, like this... with me.

But I haven't brought you here to keep you jailed.

I've done it to keep you safe.

Lyra, darling...

there are people coming for you.

Dangerous people.

You're so brave.

So courageous.

I know you won't believe me, but I...

I am doing this for you.

Come on, darling, here you go.

I will never be safe with you.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

Commander, they're heading for the mines. They will miss us by four miles.

Good. We'll stay covered until sundown.

Putting up a good fight, Commander,

but the battle you're engaged in is too small.

Even if you win this fight against the Temple,

the Authority will send more servants in their place

to put you back on your knees.

They are in every world. I've seen it.

You keep talkin' of other worlds as if you expect me to believe them.

I do not lie. This is but one world among many.

In every single one of them, the same thing. Children, mutilated.

Science, learning, criminalized, and whole civilizations cowering under the sky.

I was like you once.

In my world, the Temple, they are called the Magisterium

and I have wasted most of my life fighting them

until I discovered that they were but one arm of the Authority's might,

and that beast has countless arms.

The only fight worth risking your children's lives for lies elsewhere.

My Republic, down here in the good Earth,

against his Kingdom up there in the sky.

It is the only way to win.

We cut off the head of the beast, and the rest will crumble.

No! No.

What you ask me to believe is too great.

It's a lot to take in...

so, let me show you.

Show me?

And that way you can decide for yourself.

Let me take you to another world.

Please...

just let me be.

I'll think of something.

I just thought he'd be here by now.

- Do you know how she reads it? - No.

Readers of those instruments have normally studied many years.

Even then, they can only understand with the help of books.

- She wasn't making it up. - Perhaps she's a very skilled inventor.

She can read it.

It told her things she could have never known, like where my father was.

It's a part of her, just like the knife's a part of me.

That's the port we're looking for.

Now, we just need a ship.

I am King Iorek Byrnison.

You've trapped one of my bears!

Release her now!

I think I know that bear.

- I can talk to him. - What?

It's Lyra's friend.

Where is she?

Come on!

Stop!

Stop.

- Get out of my way, child. - You have to stop.

There are innocent people here.

They have taken one of my bears!

What do you want?

I want to fight you. In single combat.

I win, you leave these people alone.

If I lose, do whatever you want with them, and me.

You wish to fight me?

It would be shameful to fight you.

You are as weak as an oyster out of its shell.

Let's make it a fair fight, then.

You have all the armor.

I have none.

Give me a piece. Anything you want.

We'll be better matched then, won't we?

Do you know what you are doing, boy?

Sky-iron, am I right?

Impenetrable, I heard.

That's surprising.

I guess I have to fight you without armor after all.

I cannot fight that.

That knife is too strange.

You win, boy.

Free that bear, now.

You heard the boy. Do it!

What is your name, child?

Will Parry.

So, Will Parry, you're looking for Lyra?

She's with her mother, being held against her will.

Then we must go to her.

Father President.

I visited Fra Pavel. Several times.

I helped him to...

focus his mind... a little.

He has since divined that the child is with her mother.

The mother.

With this information, I am confident I can locate the girl myself.

But I will need to use methods that aren't... officially sanctioned.

You must do whatever you need to do.

The second you have their position,

go to them, get the child, get the mother, and bring them directly to me.

Marisa Coulter is evil, she is persuasive.

Do not trust her.

Father, I've done pre-emptive penance every day of my adult life.

I will do whatever... is required to get them here.

Your dedication to the Authority will not go unappreciated.

Asriel, I do hope you're not walking me to my death.

And death is a lie.

You're wrong. Death is real.

I've seen it.

More than my fair share of battle.

Commander, somehow the Authority has managed

to pervert the natural order of Dust.

I don't know how but when I find out,

believe me, death is going to die.

I believe I've heard enough.

You'll see.

Stelmaria, on my mark... I want you to bite down.

You ready?

In three, two, one.

See?

Welcome to the Republic of Heaven, Commander.

I'd gather my people if I were you.

The real war is coming, and we must win it.