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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.

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.

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 in thin air.

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

eradicate her.

That child cannot be allowed to live.

HIS DARK MATERIALS

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.

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 in that
mountain top and you turned me down.

Nope. 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.

Wretched girl should have stayed in
Jordan college and done as she was told.

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.

I have someone with her.

- With Lyra?
- 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.

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

What she did to you...

it's unforgiveable.

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.

- 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?
Won't 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 a 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 of 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.

Do you really have to go?

- I'm sorry, I have to keep moving.
- Here.

- Stay away from the city road.
- What's this?

It's... a compass, torch,
some generally useful stuff.

You've been very kind. I'll be careful.

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 rest on me.

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

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

To work alongside a murderer?
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.

You 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.

- She is her mother's daughter.
- You don't trust her.

But she's 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 are 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 hold something back.

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

I'm sure they are not the only ones.
There is no judgement 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?

Don't doubt yourself.

Then I shall do it without him.

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 apologize easily.

Fine. Then I'm not sorry.

I'm sorry, too.

I don't wanna argue with you.

Iorek's 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.

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.

Why am I here?

He wants us to see you and decide.

Decide what?

Who you are.

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.
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?

What do you want to know?

We want to know
of 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.

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 judgement than
the judgement I've placed on myself.

But... you are not asking
the important question.

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.

And 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 criticize others
and don't see it in yourself,

Lord Asriel Belacqua...

I may be no father, but I never put her
at risk. 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've come alone.
- No.

We don't have to go inside.

You okay?

I know it wasn't real, but I woke up once
or twice and she was holding me.

Never been held before.

Let's go.

All right, that's enough deliberation.

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

I do.

But she's not the only one I doubt.

See, 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.

- Ruta?
- I like Lyra.

And she is 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 honor.

Bring her in.

Marisa...

you are to stay.

You'll have the freedom of the camp,

but 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.

You can unchain her daemon.

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.

- Thank you.
- He considers himself a bit of a hero.

But I find him rather insipid.

And I heard nothing of a knife.

Iorek!

- 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, you would 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.

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.

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."

Still a Silvertongue.

Fine, I will mend your knife.

But I do not like your purpose.

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 at 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 to...

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 the 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 realize 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?

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.

Commander Roke is angry with you.

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 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 am not putting myself on a throne,
woman, I am trying to defeat one.

You know, it fascinates me. How
enamored 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 called my agent away from her.

Since you 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 fairytales.

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 is not all about your beliefs.

- They believe it and they'll act on it.
- A throne? I don't sit in 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 foulmouthed,
arrogant little brat

with dirt under her fingernails
and 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.

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.

Only thing he ever created
were institutions to instill fear

and exert control.

Did you know he doesn't
even rule in heaven anymore?

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.

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.

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.

Look what you've become...

without me.

No. Leave him.

Focus your thoughts.

You're a warrior, Will.

Do you understand?

The Æsahaettr, it's chosen you.

Was your mother so easily disposed of?

Try again.
You must go deep inside yourself.

Find what matters.

Lyra, stand clear.

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.

Who is he?

Come back, stand here.

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 anymore.

He's Beautiful.

Everyone is 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...

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.

You nearly lost it, forever.

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

He is 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.

You'll come with me?

Yeah.

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

My mum's always said, "If your friend
needs help, then you should give it."

Thank you.

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 will turn against us,

because he has one
of Metatron's angels prisoner?

- I think that depends.
- On what?

What Asriel does to him.

You're no doubt aware
of the legend of Æsahaettr.

The knife that can cut through worlds.
A knife that can cut through anything.

And unfortunately,
that knife is now broken.

It was forged by human hand, you know,

some three hundred year ago,
using rudimentary technology...

whilst the people of that world
were still getting around

using horse... and cart.

Quite extraordinary, really.

The point I'm trying to make
is that, perhaps,

I never needed a 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.

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 forced my hand.

- You are a sinner.
- I am the agent of change.

I am the harbinger
of your kind's destruction.

You will get your judgement.

But you will not
be the one to deliver it.

Instead, you will deliver
my message to Metatron.

My message to Metatron is this...

...I am here.

Marisa.

Marisa!

Marisa!

Marisa!

Soldiers, prepare to fire.

- Hold fire!
- What?

Roke!

Get yourself inside that craft,
go with her.

Understood.

Goodbye, Asriel.

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.

You okay?

It doesn't feel like
it should go through.

This is the last world I can find.

There's nothing beyond this.

This is it.

This is it.

You found it.

How can you be sure?

I saw it in my dream.

It must be this way.

Wait.

This doesn't feel safe.

Lyra, wait.

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