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Lyra! Roger!

I need you! Is that you?

Balthamos and I
have been searching

for Aesahaettr, for you.

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

I was having that dream again.

I couldn't follow you there.
Where did you go? Roger!

The land of the dead.

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

Balthamos will take you to her.

I must go to Asriel.

Clear the camp!

I'd say one of them fights for the
Authority and one for us.

We found Aesahaettr, the only weapon
that will destroy the Authority

and his Regent.

We have been offered
an opportunity.

Father Gomez will lead you.

Retrieve the child,

retrieve the mother.

I'm looking for someone. A girl.

Where's everybody else gone?

A stranger came here
and blew a hole in the sky.

The Authority has,
for some reason,

appointed a Regent. I want to talk.

CRIES OUT

Do not dare use that name!
He is Metatron!

There is no time now.

I'm going to take Lyra now,
Mrs Coulter.

SHRIEKS

Get away from us!

Without the knife,
you're useless to me.

She'll be fine in a few hours.

ROARS

GUNFIRE

ROARS

Get her out of here!

We're too late. Damn.

Lyra!

Lyra, can you hear me?

Roger!

Lyra!

Roger! Lyra!

Just tell me where
you are and I'll find you!

The land of the dead.

PAN CHIRPS

What is it?

It's nothing.

Then what woke you?

I've slept enough.

Was it another nightmare? No.

Then what?
Just...

..too much to think about.

Roger needs us. I need to go
to the land of the dead

and put things right.
You mean, WE need to.

Whatever happens...

..we'll be together.

PURRS

Help me to understand
what happened.

There were unexpected forces
around the girl.

Unexpected forces? Dark forces.

Our soldiers saw the boy
and the girl disappear

into thin air.

I believe it will take
more than manpower to...

..eradicate her.

That child cannot be allowed
to live.

SNARLING

RUSTLING

Sir, your prisoner is awake.

Very good.

Quite a thing
to see you like this.

Hello, Asriel.

You should find this
a touch more comfortable.

Not that comfortable.

You don't need to tie me up,
Asriel.

Well, you are my prisoner.

You're enjoying this, aren't you?

Still the same man.

You could be standing here
beside me, you know.

I gave you the choice
on that mountaintop

and you turned me down.

No. Not the same man.

Even more petty.

I think I'm rather unchanged.

I've done exactly as I said I would.

But you...

You went back for her,
and failed.

Is she here?

You still wear this?

No, she's not.

Listen to me. She's in danger. No.

No, I...

Asriel, she's our daughter, and
the Magisterium want her dead.

I think you'll find they want
the pair of us dead, too.

Do you know
what they say she is?

Hokum. Religious hokum.
Eve. Asriel...

How could you and I
have produced another Eve?

Well, the witches believe the same.

The wretched girl should
have stayed in Jordan College

and done as she was told.

The fuss she has caused
is out of proportion

with any of her merits.

Remember who you're talking to!

I do know you, Asriel. You don't
mean any of those words.

Do not presume to tell me
what I mean!

You're right.

I failed.

And now you're the only one
who can help her.

SIGHS

I have someone with her.

With Lyra?
Mm. One of our best.

She'll bring her here
when the time is right.

So she's safe?

You promise me she's safe?

My word.

That girl has cast quite
a spell on you, hasn't she?

Eyes on! Yes, sir.

Hmm.

CLATTERING

Has the worst of it worn off?
Feels like it.

What she did to you...

It's unforgivable.

You seem different.

So do you.

You're staring.

I know.

I just didn't think
I'd see you again.

Thank you for coming.

FLUTTERING

How long have you been there?

I haven't been hiding.
You just haven't been looking.

Why are you following us?

I am a member
of Lord Asriel's republic.

I am here for you and the girl

and your knife.

You're not in charge here. We are.

Lyra and I need to talk in private.

How do I know you won't
just cut into another world?

Don't you trust us?

What do you think?

Fine.

If I haven't got it, I can't use it.

Is that really a good idea?
Might she steal the knife?

It's broken. What? How?

When I tried to get you.

It broke when you were
with my mother?

She made me think of my mother.

And as I did, it...broke.

I left the window open to your
world, but I think we're stuck.

This might help.

Always seems to come back to me.

What happened to you, Will?

I woke up and you were gone,
and she was there, and...

I shouldn't have left you.
If I hadn't have left you...

That's not what I'm saying.

I just suddenly knew where he was.

Your father?

You found him?

Then he was gone.

Shot by a soldier.

Don't know why.

I'm so sorry, Will.

Since he died, I've done none of
the things he asked me to do.

LYRA SIGHS

Do you really have to go?

I'm sorry. I have to keep moving.

Here.

Stay away from the city road.

What's this?

Just...compass, torch,
some generally useful stuff.

You've been very kind.

I'll be careful.

PAN CAWS

LYRA: I've got an idea.
I know who can fix the knife.

Iorek understands metal.
If anyone can fix it, he can.

We can go through the window,
fix it, and then...

And then? Look, I know
you won't want to do this,

but my dad, before he died, told me
that the knife's needed in a war.

He told me to take the knife
to Asriel.

No.

Maybe Asriel regrets what
he did. Maybe it was a mistake.

It wasn't. How can you be so sure?

Because Roger's dead body
was in a cage!

In a cage that he made!
He killed him.

Look, he told me that the fate
of many worlds rests on me,

that I have the only knife
that can destroy the Authority.

As knife bearer, it's my
responsibility to do that.

To work alongside a murderer?
Hmm? No.

I've got something
more important for us to do.

What's more important than that?

When I was asleep,
Roger spoke to me.

He told me where he was
and he told me he needed help.

And I think we should go there.

Go where?

To the land of the dead.

You can't bring people back from the
dead, Lyra. You don't know that.

You've got a knife
that can cut through worlds.

So you think it's an actual world?
It is. I've seen it.

Listen, you can talk to your dad.

You can tell him the things
you wanted to say. No,

this isn't some fairy tale.

So you're choosing him?

I'm not choosing your dad.
I'm choosing my own,

because he died
before I even knew him.

I'm the bearer, not you!

This isn't how I wanted things
to be.

I saved you. I did everything
I could to save you.

He told me not to,
but I did it anyway.

Maybe we're better off
not fixing the knife at all.

The boy seems troubled.

Lyra is pushing him to do
things he doesn't want to do.

Oh, she is her mother's daughter.

You don't trust her?
But she is also mine.

Right, the knife.
Tell me about the knife.

When they step away, I demand
they leave it with me.

That's good. As soon as you know

which world you're in,
send us your coordinates and we'll

have someone come for you. Make sure
to keep them on a tight leash.

Is it true - you brought her here?

Agent Salmakia, carry on.
Stay in contact.

What? You'd rather I let her go?

I would rather you had
killed her on the spot.

She is...

..devious.

She has done much that's wrong.

But look here,
she is fiercely intelligent.

And it looks at the moment
like she might be on our side.

I think we can use her.

And you trust her so much,
you took her prisoner?

I don't trust her one bit,
which is why I want

a second opinion. I'd like
to put it before the council.

I think she might be
holding something back.

My sister witches, tortured
and killed at Coulter's hands!

I'm sure they are not the only ones.

There is no judgment to be made.

Ruta, I am sorry for your loss.

But I want her heard.

Do you think you can agree to that?

Where have you gone?

Where have you gone?

OCTAVIA: Don't doubt yourself.

Then I shall do it without you.

Lyra.

Is it really that hard
to tell him, "I'm sorry"?

Why would I be sorry?
He came for you.

He found you. He fought for you.

And the first thing you do
is argue with him.

You're not always right,
you know that.

I'm sorry.

One thing I know about you is that
you don't apologise easily.

Fine. Then I'm not sorry.

I'm sorry too.

I don't want to argue with you.

Iorek is still close
to the window in my world.

I checked with the alethiometer.

We can fix the knife and then
you can decide what to do.

I'm not changing my mind.
I'm not asking you to.

The last thing my dad asked me to do
was take the knife to Asriel.

I'm grateful you came to me first.

I had to.

I can't take you
where you want to go.

That's fine.

Me and Pan will find
our own way to Roger.

How will you get back?

Just don't trust him.

I did. I regretted it.

FLUTTERING I've heard enough!

You've been lying
this whole time!

The knife is broken.

Stop attacking him!

Give me one reason why I should.

Because Asriel needs him safe.

It's him he wants, isn't it?

Your father was right about you.

You are insufferable.

Tell him we escaped.

Tell him you lost the knife.

And it's my mother
that broke it, not Will.

When he needs us most,
we'll be there.

Will we?

You can fix it, can't you?

Not with you here.
We can't trust you.

And if I refuse to leave?

Then I'll close the only
window still open,

and we can all stay here.

We can't be controlled
by anyone, especially Asriel.

Then you leave me no choice.

Whatever you're doing,
do it quickly.

This war will need us all.

First thing tomorrow,
we go and find Iorek.

Are those for me?

You summoned me, my lord.

Please sit.

GROANS

Why am I here?

He wants us to see you
and decide.

Decide what?

Who you are.

Oh.

LAUGHS Oh, this is a trial.

And what happens
if you find me guilty?

Pelt me with rocks?

Tar and feather me?

Isn't that what you do
to unruly women?

Don't play the victim, Marisa.
It doesn't suit you.

We're trying to decide

if you have a place
in the Republic of Heaven.

Should you sit here
on this council or...

Be forever locked
in that windowless cell?

Hmm! What do you want to know?

We want to know
what use you can be.

What would you like to hear?
That I was the first woman

in my world to sit at a table
with high clerics and scholars?

That my experimentation
with Dust

is equal to that of Asriel's?

Ask him. See if he would
contradict anything I've said.

This is not my floor. Oh!

How interesting.
Because it looks like it is.

You are an agent
of the Magisterium.

Former agent. During your time

at the Magisterium, you killed...
I killed witches, yes.

I murdered.

I experimented on children.

I have behaved abominably.

You cannot exact
a harsher judgment

than the judgment
I've placed on myself.

But...

..you are not asking
the important question.

ROKE: Which is?

Why would I help you?

Because we have the keys to
your cage. No.

Because you are the only ones
I can see

who could help protect our child.

I have been the worst mother
in the world.

I didn't think of her for years.

And if I did,
it was only to regret

the embarrassment of her birth,

the humiliation. Ridiculous!

I have never understood

why a child born of our love
should be a humiliation...

An illegitimate child
and a murdered husband.

That is quite something
to carry on my back.

Then the Magisterium
started becoming interested

in Dust and children, and I...

I had concerns for her.

When they wish to control us,
they use our children.

I saved her from the Oblation Board.

I saved her even
when she was under a knife.

The Oblation Board
was your operation!

The blade was your invention!

How easily you criticise others

and don't see it in yourself,
Lord Asriel Belacqua.

I may be no father, but I never
put her at risk! Specifically,

I kept her from danger!
And now you need to do more.

No. The Magisterium will kill her

with pomp and ceremony
and prayers and lamentations.

But they will kill her.

I couldn't save her.

But you can.

Do that. Please.

That is all I beg of you.
And I will do anything.

Why?

Because I love her, Ruta.

I think we've heard enough.

What if Iorek's not there?

He wouldn't leave without me.

I should have come alone.

No.

We don't have to go inside.

Are you OK?

I know it wasn't real,
but I woke up once or twice

and she was holding me.

I've never been held before.

IOREK GROWLS NEARBY

PAN CHIRPS Let's go.

All right,
that's enough deliberation.

If you have a doubt about her,
now's the time to express it.

I do. But she's not
the only one I doubt.

She's clear on what she is.

But what's less clear
is what she is to you.

If that woman tempted you,
I'm not sure you would resist.

Does she stay, Commander?

Provided we keep an eye on her.

Roke? She stays.

As long as she proves useful to us.

Mm-hm.

Ruta?

I like Lyra,

and she's important to the witches,

so, for her, I agree.

But...if she betrays us,
even for a second,

let me be the one that kills her.

You will have that honour.

Bring her in!

Marisa, you are to stay. You'll
have the freedom of the camp.

If you try to leave,
you'll be killed.

Oh, how kind. It's not a kindness.

My colleagues seem to think
you'll be useful.

Let's hope for your sake
that proves to be the case.

Will you unchain her daemon?

CHAINS CLANK

GROWLS SOFTLY

The agent Salmakia,
one of Roke's spies,

tells us that
Lyra is travelling with a boy,

the bearer of some powerful knife.

Have you come across him?

A knife? That's what I said.

Can you tell me about it?

Will. That's his name.

I've had the pleasure
of meeting him twice now.

No, thank you.

He considers himself
a bit of a hero.

But I find him rather insipid.

And I heard nothing of a knife.

LYRA: Iorek!

SNIFFS

I have missed you, Lyra.

I missed you, too.

You stayed and waited
to see if you could help.

And you can.

How? Will's knife broke.

I need it to go
to the land of the dead.

And you're the best blacksmith
in the world, so...

The land of the dead
is no place for the living.

And that knife should
never have been made.

But it was made.
And I'm meant to be its bearer.

You may have good intentions, Will,

but that knife has intentions too.

The knife's mine. I understand it.

If you did, do not use it
to cut Lyra through

to that place.

Iorek...

Lyra, the knife will have broken

because Will's mind was divided.

He doubted his path.

Have you never doubted yourself?

Bears do not doubt.

You're lying. When I met you,
you were drunk

because you couldn't cope
with the idea of failure.

I didn't understand then.

But I do now.

Doubt comes when you care.
It's not bear or human.

It's the worst people
that don't doubt,

the people like my mother
and my father.

The ones like Will
and like you...

..the good people,

they doubt because they don't
know which is the right path.

Read your instrument, Lyra.

Ask it whether you should
go to the land of the dead.

WHIRRING

I've never known it so confused.

It's talking about balance.

But it's such
a delicate kind of balance

that the faintest thought or wish
could tilt it one way or the other.

Then that is your answer.

The alethiometer thinks it unwise.

Then it said yes.

Ha!

Still a silver tongue.

Fine.

I will mend your knife.

But I do not like your purpose.

BREATHES HEAVILY

PANTS

Dr Cooper.

Thank you for seeing me.

What is it you wanted to discuss?

You have a service to perform.

I am fascinated,
particularly by energy,

particularly by what
Asriel managed to do.

The source of that colossal
energy release in Svalbard,

which he accomplished, I believe,

inspired by
your severing technology.

Anything you can do

to help me understand what
you did with those children

would be much appreciated.

Why would you wish...

WHIMPERS

What happened at the station

was a moral and religious disaster.

You sacrificed
what you shouldn't have

in the aid of nothing at all.

But you did learn.

Now put that learning
to a good use.

One of our team observed that, in
the process of daemon severance,

there was a release of energy.

How much energy? It was heretical.

Mostly the work of my colleague...

Now, could do energy
from this sacrifice

be manipulated into some new...

..weapon?

You have the best minds
in Geneva at your disposal.

And of course,
if there were any question,

you and your team will be
unable to leave the premises

until your task is complete.

Asriel's explosion burnt a hole
in the sky.

I don't think we should
be building anything...

Dr Cooper...

I am fighting for a new Eden.

Here.

On Earth.

That gives me a strength
which I didn't realise I had.

That is my task.

It was ordained for me.

And you must earn the forgiveness
of the Authority.

Otherwise...

..I shall rip what I need from you.

Courage, Dr Cooper.

Impressive, isn't it,
the intention craft?

Oh, yes.

You always were easily
impressed by what he made.

I don't think he'd want you
to be looking at them

quite so forensically.

He gave me my freedom, Ruta.

I'm simply trying to understand
what he's done here.

So your daemon powers it and
your intentions control it -

am I right?

The lab where these are held...

..where can I find it?

LAUGHS

SIGHS

Hmm.

FLUTTERING

Salmakia has finally
communicated again.

The knife is broken.
In its current state,

entirely unusable.

How? It broke

when Lyra's mother
tried to take it from the boy.

Have your agent return immediately.

She's on her way.

And Mrs Coulter...
She's already lying to you.

BREATHES DEEPLY

ASRIEL: Commander Roke
is angry with you.

It seems you did see the knife,

and that it was you, in fact,
who broke it.

Why didn't you tell me, Marisa?

Well, I didn't think
it would further my cause.

I believed you.
I thought that perhaps

you'd finally found honesty.

Honesty is not a thing
to be found, Asriel.

You're either honest or you're not.

And...neither of us are.

You understand I need to put
you back in your cell now.

You don't need to do anything.

I don't want to.
But I understand that I will.

They worship you, don't they?

Ogunwe.

The witch.

The insect.

Will they bow,

do you think, when you finally
put yourself on the throne?

I'm not putting myself
on a throne, woman.

I'm trying to defeat...
It fascinates me

how enamoured you are
with your own power

that you've come to embody the very
thing you most despise.

I've abandoned the search for Lyra.

I've pulled my agent away from her.

Since you've destroyed the knife,
I have no use for her.

No, you can't, Asriel.

I can, and I have. The battle
I'm engaged in is too great.

If you say that one more time...

She is not my fight.
She cannot be Eve.

Then use this opportunity to...
I am battling to liberate us

from these oppressive fairy tales,

and yet from all angles I am
being told that my own daughter

is the original symbol of guilt?
I cannot believe that story!

It's not all about your beliefs.

They believe it
and they will act on it.

A throne? I don't sit on a throne.

I sit in the earth,
in the soil, in the filth!

I've given my entire life

to fighting a battle
that must be won.

I have sacrificed so much!

What have you devoted
your life to, Marisa?

Power? Hmm? And how did you get it?

By making yourself the pitiless
agent of the Magisterium,

the inventor of hideous machines

capable of tearing children apart.

But along comes some foul-mouthed,

arrogant little brat with dirt
under her fingernails,

and, oh, you can love her!

You cluck and you settle
your feathers over her

like a mother hen!

Why can't you just

be who I want you to be?

Take your hands off me.

ASRIEL SIGHS

Marisa, I'm doing this

because the power
of the Authority is a lie.

He didn't create anything.
Not you or I.

Not any of the worlds.

The only thing he ever created
were institutions

to instil fear and exert control.

Do you know, he doesn't even
rule in heaven any more.

The Kingdom is ruled by
a Regent called Metatron...

..an angel, just another person,
really...

..intent on carrying on
the good work of his master.

That's why I fight.

MRS COULTER LAUGHS

I don't believe you.

It is a lie.

Every hideous thing
you've ever done in his name...

..and it was all a lie.

Come with me.

I can show you.

And then you can watch me
start a war.

IOREK SNUFFLES

Will, place the knife in the fire.

A divided mind broke it.

Only a strong one
will make it new.

This will be your task
as much as mine.

Hold it still in your mind.

Consider the path
to making the knife whole.

Focus on what is important.

JOPARI:
Look what you've become...

..without me.

GUNSHOT

No! Leave him!

GROANS

Focus your thoughts!

CLINKING

You're a warrior, Will.

BREATHES RAPIDLY

Do you understand?

The Aesahaettr has chosen you.

Was your mother so easily
disposed of?

YELLS

BREATHES RAPIDLY

GROANS

Try again. You must
go deep inside yourself.

Find what matters!

CLINKING

Lyra!

Stand clear!

CLANG

CLANG

LYRA: Will?

Will?

Will, can you hear me?

Will?

I have done as you asked.

And now you must decide
the path you take.

If you do not find a way
out of the land of the dead,

we shall not meet again.

But if you do,

you will always be
a welcome visitor to Svalbard.

And the same is true of you, Will.

You are worthy of each other.

Goodbye, Lyra Silvertongue.

I hope we do meet again...

..one day.

CREAKING

Who is he?

KNOCKS

Come back. Stand here.

GASPS

An angel.

How?

Fell out of the sky...

..and right into my lap.

Does he speak?
He's decided not to.

But I don't need him
to speak any more.

He's beautiful.

Everyone's beautiful.

How does it feel?

Different.

It did something to you, didn't it?

When the knife was
being forged, I saw things.

What did you see?

I saw...

I saw you.

I saw you and... WHOOSHING

Balthamos!

I thought you were gone.

I should have done better.
I am sorry.

But I have been watching
over you.

Is he a... He's an angel.

I'm Lyra.

I know.

WHOOSHING

You nearly lost it...forever.

And now, are you ready
to go to Lord Asriel?

He's gathering his armies.

No.

I'm sorry, Balthamos.

I have to go
to the land of the dead.

There's someone there
who needs our help.

Lyra's friend.

This is the route you must take?

Yes.

Then follow the path.

Come with us.

The land of the dead
cannot be entered by angels.

And my path is a different one,

but I shan't be far away.

WHOOSHING

You'll come with me?

Yeah.

I'm not just my dad's son, you know.

My mum's always said,

"If a friend needs help,
then you should give it."

Thank you.

DISTANT WHOOSHING

The worlds are rippling
with angelic activity.

Xaphania's rebels
are gathering in scores.

Like the shifting tide
before a great ocean storm.

You said you trusted Asriel
completely. Is that the truth?

I think it is a dangerous assumption

that Xaphania's followers
will side with a human

against one of their own.

You really think
they would turn against us

because he has one
of Metatron's angels prisoner?

I think that depends. On what?

What Asriel does to him.

WHIRRING

You're no doubt aware of
the legend of Aesahaettr,

the knife that can
cut through worlds,

as it can cut through anything.

Unfortunately,
that knife is now broken.

It was forged by human hand,
you know,

some 300 year ago,

using rudimentary technology

whilst the people of that world
were still getting around

using horse and cart. HE CHUCKLES

Quite extraordinary, really.

The point I'm trying to make
is that perhaps I never needed

the knife in the first place.

This woman once created a device

capable of cutting the soul.

I use the same technology
to blast through worlds.

Now, together, we are going

to cut you to pieces and then blast
you back to your master.

Marisa, if you'd be so kind
as to close the door.

I'd like to begin now.

Hmm.

WHIRRING

Can you feel it, Alarbus?

The energy!

Such creativity
down here in the worlds.

And your kind seek to extinguish it?

I do not do this willingly.

I do this
because you force my hand.

SCREAMS

ROARS

You are a sinner!

I am the agent of change!

I am the harbinger
of your kind's destruction!

You will get your judgment!

But you will not be
the one to deliver it.

Instead...

..you will deliver my message
to Metatron.

CLUNKS LEVER

SCREAMS

ROARS

My message to Metatron is this.

I...am...here!

BREATHES RAPIDLY

LAUGHS

Marisa...

BREATHES DEEPLY

Marisa!

Marisa!

Marisa!

OGUNWE: Soldiers! Prepare to fire!

Hold fire! What?

Roke!

Get yourself inside that craft.
Go with her.

ROKE: Understood.

Goodbye, Asriel.

WHIRRING

Guns down.

What game are you playing?

She wants to play mother,
so let her.

I hope they're ready for her.

Soldiers!

About turn!

March!

What exactly am I looking for?

It's endless.

And flat.

And you can feel the death
within it.

Tell me
this is the right thing to do.

I hope it's the right thing to do.

That'll have to do.

SCRATCHING AND FIZZING

Are you OK?

It doesn't feel like
it should go through.

This is the last world I can find.

There's nothing beyond this.

Is this it?

Mm.

WIND WHISTLES

This is it. You found it.

How can you be sure?

I saw it my dream.

It must be this way.

Wait. WHINES

This doesn't feel safe.

Lyra, wait!