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HIS DARK MATERIALS

Pan?

Any sign of them?

No.

Are you all right?

I'm not sure.

After everything we've been through and now, we're here.

It doesn't seem real.

Yeah.

In the tower, my mother's daemon...

I saw him disappear right in front of me.

I think she's dead.

I should be relieved.

There's so many things I don't understand about my parents.

Like what?

Like, why they weren't honest with me.

Why they did such horrible things.

Why wasn't she interested in me for 13 years and then suddenly she was.

Why did they abandon me?

When I thought Asriel was my uncle...

I idolised him.

And then I hated him.

Now I can't forgive him, but...

I don't hate him either.

Well, he won the war.

And we get to be here, so...

I have the strangest feeling he's gone.

Which means I'm alone.

No, you're not.

What?

Nothing.

I'm just glad you washed because you constantly stink.

She doesn't look like she misses me.

She seems fine.

She'll be better than fine when she sees you.

Think how good it'll be to be with them again.

To be close.

What if it doesn't feel the same?

What if it never does?

Lyra loves you.

We're finally in the same world. We're safe here.

That's not them, is it?

No. You'd know if it was.

It says our daemons are safe.

But there's someone else we need to meet.

Pan's here though.

It's like when we used to hide in Jordan.

I don't know exactly where he is, but I can feel him close.

I don't feel torn apart. And I know he's safe.

Listen.

What is that?

They're riding on wheels.

The girl and the boy...

Hello.

Come see Mary.

I think it wants us to follow.

- Doctor Malone. - Lyra. You're...

- I can't believe you're here. - How did you get...

I was told to find you.

I knew I'd see you again.

Oh, my God, look at you.

- Hi. - Hi.

Oh, God. You've been through the wars.

- Nice to meet you. - Nice to meet you.

Atal, thank you. How did you get here?

- Come in. Are you hungry? - Yes.

Ungodly beasts.

They have less Sraf than you.

When will that come to them?

I don't know.

No pods, poor things.

Atal's so beautiful.

Never seen anything like her.

You know, a year ago, this would've blown my mind. But...

Well, it's no crazier than talking bears and angels

You must find this all a bit disconcerting.

I know I did.

We've been all over the place, but...

I think this is my favourite world.

I've learned more being here in the last few months, than I have in decades.

Atal has taught me so much.

Like what?

Like... how to trust my instincts.

How to treat a tree with respect.

How do you treat a tree with respect?

Well, you start off by not assuming you're better than it.

We have this stupid idea as humans that we're the pinnacle of evolution, but...

we've got so much wrong.

I want to show you something in the morning.

Is that what I think it is?

It's the answer to the question you asked me in Oxford.

Do you remember? Whether Dust was sin?

Well, your Dust, my shadow particles... here they call it Sraf.

But it's all the same thing.

It's the spark that means we're alive. It's consciousness.

So, Dust isn't sin.

It's just as good or bad... as we are.

Why do you have more Dust around you than Lyra?

It's the same with the Mulefa. Comes with age.

And experience.

It's incredible.

How did you make it?

It's the seedpod oil that's the key.

They absorb it and that's how they can see Sraf.

They evolved with the trees, this perfect symbiosis.

Everything was in balance. And then...

something changed.

It's heart-breaking, isn't it?

The trees are dying.

Is it some sort of disease?

No. It's the Dust disappearing

It's just flooding out of the world.

Thought, imagination, feeling, all blowing away.

This beautiful place where the people are kinder and wiser than us by far and...

it's just dying.

What can save it?

Some way of drawing the Dust back?

In theory, Dust is drawn to thought, to creativity.

So... some great discovery?

Atal says I can't think my way out of it, but...

I can't help but try.

So, these daemons...

What are we looking for exactly?

Well, they look like animals.

But they change depending on how you're feeling.

So, when Pan's a wolverine, you know you've pissed her off.

But they're a part of you.

Will thought he didn't have one.

Because he's from your world. But he does.

So do you.

- I'm still getting my head around it. - Look, nothing surprises me anymore.

This whole journey has been so extraordinary.

I've had to put aside everything I thought I knew.

But you believe in the soul, don't you?

I mean, you were a nun.

You were a nun?

Like a nun, nun? From our world.

There are still nuns in our world.

So why did you stop?

Just a lot of things... all at once, really.

Mary, tell them stories.

Well, I was at a conference in Lisbon.

I was giving a paper on particle physics.

My order were really supportive of my academic career.

It was my first time abroad and it had all gone really well...

and we were celebrating, so...

I suppose I was feeling a little daring.

You know, honestly, up until that point

I really didn't feel like my life was lacking.

And then... I met someone.

She wasn't like the other academics.

She wasn't interested in showing off how much she knew.

She was just really easy to talk to.

And suddenly I was sharing things I never thought I needed to.

And it just opened up this whole world of possibility.

Of feelings...

I'd never experienced.

And then she gave me this sweet, this little sugary almond thing.

And as soon as I tasted it...

this memory came flooding back to me.

And I realised...

I had felt this feeling before...

years ago when I was at school.

Those butterflies in the pit of my stomach.

That ache to be close to someone.

I think I had just...

been too afraid to recognise it before.

But I didn't wanna forget it this time.

I knew I couldn't go back to the convent after that.

I just couldn't bear the idea of living

without ever feeling that alive.

And I thought...

"Will anyone be better off"

"if I just go back to the hotel and say my prayers"

"and promise never to fall into temptation again?"

And the answer came back.

"No. No one will."

And I realised...

there was no one there to reward me for being a good girl

or no one there to punish me for being wicked.

There was no one.

And it was...

It was liberating.

And it was... it was a bit lonely.

But I just knew I wanted to experience everything the world had to offer.

I wanted to experience love.

And did you?

Yeah.

- Were you scared? - Oh, my God, I was terrified.

I was risking everything, and I was sure I'd be rejected,

but... it was worth it.

It's rare.

When it happens...

when you feel that way, you have to grab it.

It's funny, isn't it?

One little moment.

All she did was offer me a sweet and it changed my life forever.

For the first time I was doing something with all of my nature.

Not just a part of it.

Where are you, Pan?

There's so many things I want to talk to you about.

Eve was weak in body and mind.

She was deceived by the cunning of the Serpent's tongue.

We will cut out that tongue. We will...

- Good morning. - Morning.

I've just brought you something to eat.

- Thanks. - Morning!

Morning.

I was going to join Atal and the others at the seedpod grove,

but I can help you look for your daemons if you'd like.

No, no need, I think. I mean, we'll be... fine on our own. Right?

Yeah. Fine on our own.

- Yeah. - Thank you.

Okay.

- Bye. - Bye.

It's strange how Pan's here, but he won't show himself.

I hope...

You hope what?

I hope he's not angry with me.

I think he'll understand.

And she will, too.

My daemon, I mean.

What if she settles for something really bad?

Like a mosquito, or a slug?

Or a fish?

I heard of a man whose daemon was a dolphin.

But he's a sailor, so it's fine.

Yeah, imagine me walking around Oxford with a dolphin in my hand.

We'll figure it out.

Do you find it hard to answer Doctor Malone's questions?

It seems impossible to explain what we've been through.

I don't think anyone can understand.

Apart from you.

She's great, isn't she?

Mary Malone? Yeah.

I really like her.

I think she's right

about a lot of things.

Yeah? What things?

You know...

Dust and...

trees.

"And trees"?

What do you mean, "Dust and trees"?

Lyra!

Eve herself.

Imagine how blessed I shall be when I succeed where others have failed.

Praise be to the Authority.

Stop!

Who are you?

What... are you?

An angel.

We are on the same side.

No. We are not.

Come closer.

I am your servant.

Let me perform this act of devotion and you'll see.

What I'm about to do will rid the world of sin.

Desire is not sin

Love takes a million forms, each of them beautiful...

each of them... worthy.

You who judge...

you're just afraid.

I am Balthamos.

And I will not let you take an innocent child's life!

Baruch.

Will?

- Is it Lyra and Will? - Yes.

The flow of Dust is slowing down.

Then the prophecy has been fulfilled.

The love of Eve shall heal the Earth and all of the world shall feel it.

Nature will be restored.

Hope will spark in darkness.

As innocence turns to experience...

all will be in harmony once more.

Look, the young ones...

They did this.

We can go anywhere.

We can go to a new world if we want.

Or we could just stay here.

Do you think Pan knows?

I think he guessed.

We'll have to go back to our worlds for a bit, won't we?

So that they'll be okay.

I want to show you Jordan.

Proper Oxford.

We can go to yours too.

Go to the cinema again.

Serafina Pekkala.

Have you seen how the world h changing?

It's all thanks to you and your humans.

One who has given the world such a gift deserves a name.

Kirjava.

Kirjava. It suits you.

Why aren't you with Will and Lyra?

Are you still punishing them for their betrayal?

But you love them still, don't you?

And you are not severed.

No.

We're still one.

But it was so painful.

They will need you for what is to come.

Pan.

You left me.

I've had to travel so far to find you again.

I'm so sorry.

I'm so grateful.

I didn't want to.

I'm sorry.

Please. Please, I'm sorry.

I missed you.

I love you.

Lyra.

I hoped you'd settle as a pine marten.

It suits you.

I like it too.

I'm... Kirjava.

Kirjava.

You played the serpent well.

Hello.

I am Xaphania.

And I'm grateful to you beyond words.

I'm sorry... Do I know you?

We spoke in your laboratory.

I've been watching you and guiding you.

You've been so brave to come this far.

Thanks to you, the multiverse is healing.

I barely did anything.

You showed two innocents what it was to dare.

And by discovering their love, they have drawn Dust

back into our worlds.

Is that really all it took?

Something so small and ordinary.

Love is never small to those that discover it for the first time.

Your task is now complete.

The time has come for you...

to go home.

Home?

I'm not ready.

For centuries, Dust has been flowing out of the universe.

What Lyra and Will have done has turned that tide.

But their love alone is not enough to sustain it forever.

Every window that exists must be closed.

- Every window I've opened, I've closed. - There are countless more.

Windows left open by all the Bearers that have ever been.

Each time the knife makes a cut...

the flow of Dust increases...

and from the tear in the space between worlds, some darkness is released.

Bringing destruction across all of the worlds.

It can take the form of many things...

A plague... a Spectre.

I've been making Spectres.

But if Will can't use the knife...

and if we can't leave the windows open, then how will we...

We have to choose worlds?

Will's or mine?

You can't live in someone else's world for long.

Our daemons wouldn't survive.

It means...

we can't stay in the same world together.

No.

You can't come here and just say that.

After everything we've been through.

It's not fair.

I'll ask the alethiometer. It'll know what to do.

I don't know what's happening.

It's not working.

Don't rush.

Just breathe, okay?

It's broken.

Come back.

It's not broken, Lyra.

You've changed.

You've grown up.

So that's it?

I will never be able to read it again?

The knowledge still exists, but you'll have to learn it, like those before you.

You read it by grace, and you can regain it by work.

What's the point?

Why did we get here?

Why did we go through everything we went through just to be forced apart?

Didn't know it was possible to feel this bad.

It won't always feel like this.

I don't want to not feel like this about Lyra.

I only want her.

You're a witch. You must know...

some spell or some way to travel between worlds.

I'm meant to be with him. This is all wrong.

You know all those stories that say...

the greatest love is the one that you can't live without...

the one that you're prepared to die for?

That's not right.

That's not what love is.

I know it seems romantic to die for love

but it's much more romantic to live for it.

You will never lose what you have with Will.

You've shaped each other forever.

And I know it doesn't seem like it now.

But you have a future, Lyra.

It is a great gift that you have given.

But Dust continues to flow out of the worlds.

Time is running out.

If humanity set their minds to discovery,

and their hearts to compassion, they may create

enough Dust for a single opening to remain.

But you already know where that window must be.

The Land of the Dead.

We can't close that window.

It's the most important one

Ghosts need it.

And now, the rest of the windows...

must be closed.

But how? There's so many.

While the knife exists, only you can close them.

Break the knife...

and we can help you.

I have to break the knife?

Yes. Once you have returned to your home.

When it is broken, we angels will seal the wounds.

The worlds will be whole and unique once more.

If there's any way we can be together just tell us now.

I'm sorry.

There are fates even the most powerful have to submit to.

I love you.

I'm not gonna stop loving you till the day I die.

I love you.

We will come back here, though.

When we've lived our lives.

We'll go through the Land of the Dead...

and we'll tell Gracious Wings everything we've done.

We'll find each other... here.

I'll be drifting about...

until I find you.

And I'll be searching for you...

every moment...

every single moment.

When we do find each other again...

no one will be able to tear us apart.

Well be joined so tightly.

Every atom of me...

and every atom of you.

When they use our atoms to make new lives...

they'll have to take two.

One for you and one for me.

We'll be in the flowers and in the sunbeams.

We'll be joined so tight.

We'll come with you.

Don't forget us, Mary.

Keep telling stories.

Atal, you can't.

Once all the windows are closed, each of the worlds will be properly aligned.

But for now, Will...

Lyra's Oxford should be here.

You will look after Lyra, won't you?

She has a lot of courage, but...

I think this'll be very hard for her.

I shall.

She'll be my sister now, forever.

At least Will has Kirjava.

You know you could see your daemon too.

If you wanted.

When you spoke to the angels in your cave,

you held yourself in a special state of mind.

Like when Lyra read her alethiometer?

Exactly.

We all see only what we expect to see.

You only saw Dust when you believed you were able to.

Try it.

There you are.

We can come back here every year.

You in your world, me in mine.

Midsummer's Day, midday.

And I'll be there.

I'll be there every year... my whole life.

And if we do meet someone we like...

we must be kind to them.

We won't compare them.

But we'll come here...

just for an hour...

we can be together.

Every year. I promise.

Just do it.

I'll never forget you.

I'll break the knife as soon as I'm through,

because I know I'll just wanna come back to you.

What is it?

I'm just trying to imagine what you'll look like when you're old.

- Handsome, of course. - Very.

- Lyra. - Will.

Just think of her.

ONE YEAR LATER

We can come back here every year.

You in your world...

me in mine.

And we can be together.

I'll be there every year.

My whole life.

I promise.

Lyra.

Will and Lyra continued to return to their bench at the same time, every year.

They kept their promise to each other

going on to live full lives in their own worlds.

Will became a medical student and later, a successful surgeon.

Lyra went on to be educated at St Sophia's College in Oxford

where she was taught how to once again read the alethiometer...

Which would come in useful one day,

when Lyra and Pan would go on to have a further great adventure.

But that's another story...

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