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I'll take you as far as the Broad. Then I've got to go see my mum's lawyer.

[Lyra] I know. You already said.

Mmm...

Definitely not.

[gasps] Yes!

[curtain scrapes]

-What do you think? -[Will] No capes, Lyra.

-[mockingly] No capes. -Ah, what does he know?

[Will] Or hats.

The point is to blend in. This is good enough for you, Pan.

You can't put Pan in that.

Lyra, people are going to be looking for me.

Bad people. The police.

You mustn't look different, or you'll draw attention to us.

They'll start asking questions. They'll find this window and everything.

This is a good hiding place. I'm safer here.

So let's keep it that way.

[sniffing]

Lyra?

-Sorry, Pan. -Unbelievable.

[chitters softly]

It stinks of old goat!

[birds calling]

[wind chimes tinkling]

-You sure you remember where this is? -[Will] This is the gate.

[squeaks open]

[Lyra] I can see it, Will.

[Will] Lyra, wait! Wait!

—[car passing] —[thuds]

[horn honking]

[gate clangs shut]

Are you okay?

Yeah. They don't have cars that fast in my Oxford.

You don't have the word "wait," either. Come on. Get up.

[both grunting]

This way.

[Pan] I'm fine. Thanks for asking.

Is this similar to your Oxford?

I guess. Sort of.

[Will] We need to be careful. Blend in.

[theme song playing]

[indistinct chatter]

[chittering softly]

[Lyra] Sorry.

[chittering]

-Come on. Lyra. -[cyclist] Mind out!

[Lyra] Wait! That building's close to Jordan in my world.

[Will] Lyra, slow down!

I've never heard of Jordan College.

The tower's right there! It's right next to it!

[panting]

-Oh! So sorry. So sorry. So sorry. -[dishes clattering]

[indistinct chatter]

[Will] What's the matter?

You were right. Jordan College doesn't exist in your world.

This isn't like our Oxford at all.

[Will] Come on.

[grunting softly]

[MacPhail] Your eminences. Venerable brothers.

I will not use this solemn day to tell of the wildness of the witch,

whom I saw strike our brother Sturrock down.

But have no fear.

She and her kind will be brought to account.

As acting Cardinal of this Magisterium, I have a duty to tell you

that these troubled times call for strong, decisive leadership.

The Authority has blessed me with a clarity of purpose

which cuts through my grief like a knife!

In deepest respect,

I dedicate myself to this great task.

That's nothing. One time, I fell off a tree,

and the librarian thought I'd broken my leg.

So he carried me all the way from the Botanic Gardens back to Jordan.

We have the Botanic Gardens. My mum used to take me.

Good as new.

What's that thing, anyway? Why do you keep looking at it?

I just need to do something.

[birds chirping]

What's it do?

You phone people on it. And it tells you stuff.

-Like the news. -I have something a bit like that.

But better.

[Will] Mmm-hmm.

[Lyra] I asked it about you, Will.

-It told me you're a murderer. -What?

I needed to know about you, so I asked it.

And it's fine. It's the good kind of murderer.

-Like you're... -Stop saying that word.

You don't know what you're talking about.

I had no choice.

[phone chiming]

-[Lyra] What's it saying? -It's saying I need to see my mum.

I have to make sure she's all right. Stay out of trouble, okay?

I'll meet you at the Botanic Gardens. 5:00 pm.

[Pan] You shouldn't have called him a murderer.

[rips]

[Lyra] This looks more like our Oxford.

[indistinct chatter]

-I do not like this place. -Get in!

-Mmm? -Shh.

[clattering]

Where do I find a scholar to tell me about Dust?

[clicking]

-Keys. Which saint held the keys? -Saint Peter, wasn't it?

So there must be a St. Peter's College.

[alethiometer clicking]

It's telling me to look for the door with a mountain on it.

It's saying... not to lie to the scholar.

How are you going to manage that?

It's telling me to focus on the boy. To help him find his father.

But I thought Will was supposed to be helping us.

[Pan] We don't have much time.

-Let's find the scholar first. -Okay.

[clicking, dinging]

[gasps]

[clicks closed]

[exhales]

You interested in skulls?

[softly] Mmm.

Did you know that people still do that? Drill holes in their heads.

They must be lunatics.

There's a name for it. I've forgotten what it's called.

Trepanning.

-Are you a student in Oxford? -No. It says it there.

[Boreal chuckles]

I wish I knew so much at your age.

-Charles. -Lizzie.

I'm a collector. I've donated various items to this place.

Listen, um, if you ever want to know more about these artifacts...

-[Lyra] Thanks. -Nice to meet you, Lizzie.

[birds chirping]

[footsteps approaching]

-[car door closes] -[alarm chirps]

-[phone beeps] -[dishes clinking]

[quiet chatter over TV]

You were right. Will texted me. He'll be in touch soon.

[waves crashing]

The head of the Magisterium, Ruta.

He was a bloated monster who spread hate and fear and blindness.

I had to send Dr. Lanselius as a peace envoy to clean up this mess.

We can't get drawn into this cycle of futile revenge.

We must focus on the girl and the prophecy.

You speak as if you are above this.

And you act as if you have no self-control.

[Ruta] I protected the prophecy.

Thanks to me, our enemies still don't know the child's name.

We need to unite the nine clans. We've cut the head off the Magisterium.

So let's finish what they started.

The world's changing. We've all sensed it.

The skies are darkening. The light is dulled.

I'm trying to reach for the child, but she feels indistinct.

Like she's behind a veil.

If we cannot reach her, all will be lost.

[Lyra] This is it. St. Peter's College.

[Pan chittering]

You mustn't go lying to the scholar. Remember that.

Pan, I won't lie to him. I can do that.

[handle turns, door squeaks open]

[tentative footsteps]

[birds chirping outside]

Hi. Uh, can you please tell me where the physicist is?

Well, what kind of physicist are you after? Will I do?

-You're a scholar? -[chuckles softly]

Believe it or not, I am, yeah.

-What were you doing? -Oh, I'm watching a...

There's a nest of fledglings in the drain. Wrens.

They come back every year. Sorry. You are?

-Lyra Silvertongue. -Mary Malone.

-You're not a student, are you? -Can you please tell me about Dust?

Dust? What do you mean?

Well, we call it Dust in my world.

Or we also call it Rusakov particles. You ever heard of them?

In your world? In your school, you mean.

No.

We're not allowed to study Dust,

because the Magisterium thinks it's original sin,

and they take children to the North, and now there's an opening.

And my father is... [sighs in frustration]

I'm saying it all wrong. I didn't think it would be this difficult.

I'm not sure I'm who you're looking for, Lyra...

Yes. Yes, you are. I know you are.

Is there someone I can call to help?

-Your parents, or... -No.

This matters.

This matters so much.

You see, my friend was killed...

because of Dust.

I've traveled so far. I found myself here. And Jordan's gone.

And I don't know where to go.

I need to find out about Dust, because if I don't find out about Dust,

it will all be for nothing.

Roger's death will be for nothing.

-I miss him so much. -I'm sorry about your friend.

I need you to tell me about the particles you study.

Please.

Okay. Okay.

[sighs]

[Mrs. Coulter] You missed the funeral.

You know, I'm not sure you've shown Cardinal Sturrock

the respect he deserves.

[Boreal] Will you help MacPhail keep the top job?

They vote this evening, but he has stiff competition.

Father Graves.

[Boreal] I think you'd make a better Cardinal than either of them.

Graves is on quite the crusade.

He's arrested half the North, and the council seem rather pleased.

I saw they're holding that manservant of Asriel's down in the basement.

Any sign of the man himself?

Mmm-mmm.

Not a trace.

-Where have you been hiding? -[chuckles]

Away... on business.

And you? How is that charming daughter of yours?

The escape artist.

They grow up so fast. Has her daemon settled yet?

My daughter is none of your business.

[soft murmuring]

[MacPhail] You are Dr. Martin Lanselius. Consul to the witches of the North.

And you claim to have been sent here as a peace envoy. Is that correct?

[Dr. Lanselius] Appointed by Queen Serafina Pekkala

to reaffirm the mutual tolerance between our cultures.

I was sorry to hear of the Cardinal's death,

but that witch acted alone.

[MacPhail] We have grounds to believe you are here as a spy.

Do you deny that the witches have been conspiring against the Magisterium

with the heretic Asriel?

-And you are here to gain intelligence. -Absolutely.

To side in human conflict is against their nature.

You will find no evidence of conspiracy, because there is none.

I am here to offer our deep regret and broker peace. That is all.

May I question the prisoner?

[soft murmuring]

Dr. Lanselius, you are the son of a witch. Born out of wedlock.

-This witch, did she raise you? -I spent my childhood in the Lakes.

Then, as is the tradition, when my daemon settled, I left her.

Ah.

What sort of a mother would send her child away?

Is this not all a perversion of all that is natural?

[Dr. Lanselius] She sent me to my father,

to spare me the pain of the daemon ritual.

-A barbaric practice. -No. The ritual is beautiful.

There is a region in the furthest North where daemons cannot go.

To become a witch, a girl must cross it alone.

It allows separation without breaking the soul.

Witches have been hiding the power of daemon separation for centuries!

Rituals aren't a secret. The witches have no quarrel with you.

[Graves] Witches are the enemies of men.

They use their soft, deceitful ways to seduce us!

They steal men's seed, and then they abandon their offspring.

[Dr. Lanselius] Well, then, you have misunderstood them.

Oh, please enlighten me.

Witches see the mysteries, and beauty of this planet

in ways that men cannot see...

Blasphemy! Do you hear that? Blasphemy! -[gavel pounding]

Thank you, Father Graves.

Only the Authority can know the mysteries of this world.

All rise.

Dr. Lanselius, you are hereby condemned as a traitor.

By Magisterium decree, on the charges of heresy, collusion, and conspiracy,

you are sentenced to eight years' hard labor, and daemon captivity.

Take him downstairs.

[murmurs]

[warden] Next detainee to be called, number 1-9-8-4.

-[Will] Thank you. -Please.

[Will] Thank you for seeing me.

I'm Will Parry. Elaine and John Parry's son.

[door slams]

In this letter he wrote to my mum,

he said if there was ever any trouble, she should contact you.

I expect he was talking about the trust I helped him set up.

Your mum's been getting a small payment from the fund every month.

-William... -We need the money now.

I'm afraid bylaw, you're still a minor.

And therefore, I can't let you have the money just like that.

Your mum would need to come and see me herself.

-She's not very well. -[Alanna] I'm sorry to hear that.

[clerk] Your file, Ms. Perkins.

-Well... -[door opens]

You could ask one of the other trustees.

Hmm.

Graham and Annabel Parry. Your grandparents.

What?

[Alanna] Ah.

I recall there was some dispute over your father's estate.

Yes, here we are. They have an Oxford address.

I have grandparents in Oxford.

-Thanks.

You wanted to ask me some questions?

Sorry. They're a bit stale.

[cookie clinks in jar]

Okay. I promise to answer your questions

if you promise to answer mine in return. Deal?

[chuckles]

-Fire ahead. -Do you study Dust?

I don't know what your Dust is,

but we study something called dark matter.

And what's dark matter?

We don't really know. That's sort of the point.

It's... It's not visible.

It's the matter in between all the known bits of the universe.

Stars and galaxies. Do you study physics?

Uh...

Sort of.

Well, we were trying to find a particular type of particle.

One that doesn't respond to light, so it's very difficult to detect.

We call them shadow particles.

We built an electromagnetic field around a detector

to try and isolate their signal.

And then we fed that through the Cave... Uh, our computer. To amplify it.

And...

what we discovered was actually pretty extraordinary.

I started testing objects to see if the particles would respond differently.

[keys clicking]

I saw more activity when the items were man-made.

A chess piece. My I Ching box, in particular.

[computer chiming]

Finally, in a moment of madness, I attached myself.

But it was only afterwards, when I was lost in thought, that it happened.

[computer beeping softly]

[Lyra] What did you find?

[Dr. Mary] The shadow particles made contact.

They seemed to be... conscious.

[laughs softly]

I don't know how else to put it.

You can't see them unless you expect to.

Unless you put your mind in a certain state.

Um...

Do you know the poet John Keats?

He has a phrase for it. "Negative capability."

You have to hold your mind in a state of expectation, without impatience.

And then, they flock to your thoughts like birds.

That's Dust.

Lyra, how do you know about my work? None of it's published.

[exhales]

[soft clattering]

-[dings] -Because of this.

That's really beautiful. Is it some kind of game?

It's not a game. It told me to look for the door with a mountain on it.

Ask me something I'd never be able to know.

Oh, gosh.

Um...

Okay. Tell me what I did before I became a scientist.

[rhythmic clicking]

[clicking continues]

[clicking stops]

You were a nun. But you stopped believing and you left.

They'd never let you do that in my world.

What?

How did you do that?

Well...

it's like you said.

I put my mind in a sort of... in-between state.

And the meanings just come to me.

And that's how you knew about my research.

It told me you'd tell me about Dust. It's the original sin.

Original sin? [chuckles softly]

I became a physicist so I wouldn't have to think about things like that.

Well, you need to.

The Magisterium in my world want to destroy it.

Who are the Magisterium?

They control everything. They think Dust is evil.

But I think What they do is evil.

Sometimes people are afraid of things they don't understand.

Dark matter does sound pretty ominous, but in my experience,

it's actually quite beautiful.

Can I see your computer Cave? Please?

[birds chirping]

[teacup clattering]

We've been waiting for you to come and see us. Hoping you would.

Why don't I know you?

[Annabel] When your dad went missing...

we were all very upset.

Some thoughtless words were said. But we're very happy that you found us.

How is Elaine?

We know she had a hard time after your father disappeared.

-Is she okay now? -Why did he leave us?

I know Johnny found it very hard to be away from you.

Anyway, it doesn't matter. I just need your help with this trust stuff.

Oh, for heaven's sake. You see? What did I tell you?

-She sent him here for money. -Graham!

-She didn't send me anywhere. -Graham!

I'm sorry. Just give him a moment.

[line ringing]

[phone vibrating]

-DI Walters. -It's Graham Parry.

You were right. He came to us.

Keep him there. I'm coming now.

I understand why you're angry.

John's absence has been hard on all of us. But we can help you.

-You can even stay here, if you like. -Can Mum stay?

It sounds like your mum needs some professional help.

How do you know that?

-Mum's fine. -Well, she's not fine, is she, Will?

And neither are you.

Your parents exchanged letters,

and for some reason, the police think that they're important.

If you could just explain and help us find them,

-then all of this can be over... -[clattering]

Oh!

-I'm sorry. -Don't worry at all.

[machine whirring]

You can sit just here.

I'm just going to attach these electrodes to your temples

to hook you up and when I do,

just try to clear your mind. You can look at that screen there.

I've only managed to do this once with a small response,

so let's just see what happens.

Oh, you can relax. It won't hurt you.

[softly] Okay.

All set. Just give it a go.

[humming]

[humming crescendos, vibrates]

[loud humming]

What? Did I do something wrong?

No,no,no. That's the best display I've ever seen.

-What were you thinking? -I was just asking if it was Dust.

I think that means yes. But I can get it clearer than that. Look.

[exhales]

[faint whirring]

But those are pictures.

It must be Dust.

Your particles.

It's talking in the alethiometer's language now.

But you could get it fixed into words very easily--

-Wait, wait, wait, wait. Say that again. -It says you're important.

You have something important to do.

But you have to make the connection yourself.

The Chinese box you have upstairs. You'll need it Where you're going.

You mean the I Ching?

[particles whirring]

[Lyra] Time... Oh, no.

-Um, I have to leave. I'm late. -What? No, you can't go!

Sorry. I've got someone waiting for me.

-Will you come back? Tomorrow, please! -Okay.

Bye.

Come on, Lyra.

Well, now that party's over, I think I'll take my leave.

Leave?

What kind of woman raised Father Graves, do you think?

You see how he paraded himself.

I cannot understand why he's afforded such admiration.

-Sometimes subtlety is overrated. -What are you suggesting?

You must go one step further to beat him.

-[man chattering indistinctly] -Mmm.

You heard Lanselius. We know where the witches are vulnerable.

It would be most irregular to act before the trials have terminated.

Graves is a man of big words. Be a man of big actions.

The Cardinalship is yours.

You just need to show some... [softly] strength.

Will! I found the scholar!

She's called Mary Malone and she's got an engine that can see Dust

and she's going to make it talk. Will, it was incredible.

I found out that Dust might not be sin at all.

I don't know what it is, but we need to find out.

We need to go. Now.

-[footsteps departing] -[distant siren blaring]

Will.

I never knew there were so many ways to talk to Dust.

Actually talk to it.

I mean, the alethiometer, the Cave, the Chinese sticks.

If I could just go back there tomorrow and play a bit more with the engine...

-Will, what's the matter? -I thought you'd been caught.

I was waiting for you out there

when the police were looking for me, and you were playing.

-I was doing something important. -What am I doing around waiting for you?

What am I doing here?

I came back here to make sure my mum was okay. Not to mess around with you.

-Because you need my help. -Why do I need your help?

-To find your father. -What do you know about my father?

I only... I don't know. I've only been told we need to find him.

Told by who? Hmm? They're lying.

Okay? My dad left me and my mum to go off to the Arctic. Okay? He's dead.

Will you let me show you?

It's called an alethiometer.

If you ask it a question, it will tell you the truth.

I've asked it about your father.

You took some letters and you ran away.

There was a man. I think he was a thief.

Hmm?

-And you killed him. -I wasn't meant to.

They were scaring my mum.

He tried to steal her letters and he fell.

I can't stop thinking about it.

Can you ask it whether my mum's okay? I need to know she'll be all right.

[alethiometer clicking]

[Pan chittering softly]

[clicking continues]

[Lyra] She's worried. But the man you left her with, he's kind. She's safe.

It says she's safe, Will.

And that thing only tells you the truth?

Yeah. Not good or bad, just truth.

Did it really say my dad was alive?

It said we need to find him.

-I don't know who to trust anymore. -I didn't, either.

People that I thought were safe... turned out not to be.

But you can trust me.

I won't give you away. Not to anyone. I promise.

I've done that before. I betrayed someone.

I hate myself for it.

I'm going to have to leave her. Aren't I?

Just like my dad did.

I don't want to, Lyra. But I'll put her in danger if I stay.

The alethiometer told me you're connected to Cittàgazze.

Maybe your father is, too.

I like it here.

[Will] Me, too.

-[leaves rustling] -[water spraying]

I think it was the most extraordinary discussion I've ever had.

She had this quality about her. And the things she knew.

Listen, Oliver, she achieved the best results we've ever had.

What we need is a tangible solution to this funding situation.

She hasn't got a spare million, as well, has she?

She's gonna come back tomorrow, and then you'll see for yourself.

-Have a little faith. -Let's leave faith out of it, shall we?

Just get a good night's sleep.

-[bottle thuds] -[Oliver sighs]

See you tomorrow?

-[door opens] -Mmm-hmm.

[Garrett] Sorry to disturb.

The council have approved your proposal. The men are ready.

The order only needs your signature, and we shall launch the airships.

A great many of us are in support of this, Father.

The witches must be cleansed.

[taps]

I am praying for your success at the vote this evening.

Mmm.

It has to be done.

It all had to be done.

[Octavia] Yes. A necessary sin, but still a sin.

-We will atone for it. -[Octavia] Put your hand out.

-[pained grunting] -[Octavia hissing]

[soft grunting continues]

[door clatters, squeaks open]

[footsteps approaching]

[door slams, lock clicks]

I gave you every chance to escape. [clicks tongue] And yet, here you are.

I haven't got long, Thorold.

I believe Lyra's in danger.

So if Asriel knew anything of her whereabouts, you must tell me.

Lyra came to the lab.

-What? When? -She traveled all that way to find him.

And he was going to...

What, Thorold?

Cut her. And use the energy to create a window.

Instead, he used a boy. The kitchen boy.

-He never mentioned the prophecy. -Where did she go?

She went to save the boy.

She's... She's followed Asriel. She's followed him through that window.

She's in another world entirely.

-[knocks] Thank you, Thorold. -[door opens]

[soft whimpers]

[gate clangs open]

[airship whirring]

[clanging]

[doors thud]

[chain clinking]

[lock clicks]

[inaudible]

[airship rumbling]

[fire crackling]

[clanking]

[explosions]

[distant explosion rumbling]

[explosions rumbling]

[explosions roaring]

[explosions continue]

Marisa.

They voted unanimously in my favor.

-I owe you my thanks. -You have nothing to thank me for.

Don't you see? This is a curse.

A web of my design, in which you are both the spider and the fly.

I have had to bite my lip,

while all of you parade around concocting your fearful little schemes,

daring to judge me.

And all the while, there's a myriad of universes out there

that you could only hope to fathom.

-Careful. You forget yourself. -I forget myself?

[golden monkey grunts]

No, Cardinal. I have a very, very good memory.

And since you need the past to remain buried,

you'll turn the other cheek while I take what I want.

Where are you going?

-I'm leaving. -Where? Are you going to find Asriel?

[chuckles]

[softly] No. I'm in search of something infinitely more valuable.

Good luck, Hugh.

[grunting]

[breathes shakily]

[theme song playing]