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Excuse me?

Is this the Land of the Dead?

Just tell us where you're going.

It's like they're being pulled forward by something.

Pan, stop that.

What's he doing?

- This is what we were expecting. - Then where are everyone's daemons?

We've been in plenty of worlds without daemons before.

Just get in my pocket and we'll be fine.

There are people here who should have daemons, but don't.

Is he okay?

He's fine.

Doesn't seem it.

- You've seen that before? - No.

Are we in the wrong place?

This has to be right.

It has to be it. Come on.

Stop right there.

Halt!

Hello.

Delighted to see you again.

Please tell the Cardinal that Mrs. Coulter is back.

HIS DARK MATERIALS

Good. This is good.

No. No. Stop!

Everyone, stop.

You.

Yes, I'm talking to you.

You aren't dead.

It was an accident.

We were being chased by some men and we just sort of found ourselves here.

If you're not dead... you're not welcome.

Listen.

We've travelled a long way. I need to find my friend before it's too late.

First you were chased by men. Now you're looking for friendship?

Well, you won't find that here... you liar.

Go to holding area thirty-two.

Give them this.

How long do we wait?

Until you die, of course.

Go!

What does it say?

This has to be the place. We need to find the water and we need to cross it.

I do hope we sustained no lasting damage after our previous meeting.

I was simply trying to protect my daughter.

And you had such a lot to say last time we spoke.

All sorts of beautiful words about escape and stupidity and mistakes.

All words fed to you by the Cardinal, I know.

Father President.

- I beg your pardon? - He is not the Cardinal.

He is Father President.

And they were not his words. They were mine.

Oh, yes. I've known obsession like yours.

Have you?

I don't think you have.

I don't think you understand faith.

Father Gomez, you are a very young man.

Did you not think we knew you were coming? Back to us.

Where you belong.

I find it very hard to judge what the Magisterium knows and doesn't know.

Its faith always seems to get in the way.

Who?

- It's Father Gomez. I have with me... - It's me, Hugh.

Or do you only answer to "Father President" now?

Come on, let us in.

Come.

After you.

Mrs. Coulter.

Is the boy staying?

Thank you, Father Gomez.

Good. Then it's just the two of us.

- You're under arrest, of course. - How disappointing.

- For deliberate concealment... - There really is no need.

- I'm here to help. - You have prevented us from finding Eve.

If you'll let me finish.

I came here voluntarily.

As soon as I could escape from Asriel's fortress, I did.

Look at my clothes, Hugh.

I even brought you a piece of his technology...

which I'm sure your scholars will be delighted to drool over.

- All that matters is the child. - My child.

The alethiometer was quite clear on who she is

and what she might bring to us.

Are you still hurting yourself?

I made you Cardinal. I did that to earn your trust.

- And in return, you have betrayed me. - I betrayed you?

- She is sin! - No.

She is the potential of it, and I wasn't unaware of this.

And I had my own solution...

- You had nothing of the sort! - ...to keep her safe until the danger passed.

- Your lies are contemptible! - You destroyed everything!

What danger did you think you were keeping her safe from?

Eden fell...

Not when Eve came into being but when she was tempted.

Somewhere out there is a tempter. A serpent.

And I had to keep them from meeting.

I had her. I had the boy. I had it all...

And then you sent your troops and scared them away.

I assume Fra Pavel told you about a knife.

A weapon so powerful, it could kill the Authority himself.

I broke that knife.

It was I who tamed it.

So, do not underestimate what I can still do for you.

Trust me to advise you as I once did.

Concentrate on the battles that need to be fought and leave Lyra,

and her temptation to me.

Is Asriel still actively searching for the girl?

She never held much of his interest.

The knife attracted him.

But now it is broken... he sees only his war.

And the way he is fighting, Hugh, it's...

terrifying.

You know, I think I saw him murder an angel in front of my eyes.

An angel?

An angel came to Asriel?

Yes.

And he would hurt such a thing?

He would hurt anything that came into his path.

I tell you, there is madness upon him... and that is why I came, Hugh.

To give you what I could.

Then you are with us for the fight?

Against Asriel.

Against Dust.

You doubt me?

Sometimes your devotion is hard to read, Marisa.

You have my mind...

my body, and my soul.

And I thank the Authority himself...

that we have you leading the Magisterium, and not Cardinal Sturrock.

He could never resist temptation.

Whereas you... your abstinence is magnificent.

Remember what we did together.

Our lives are entwined.

Papers?

Go to holding area five-oh-seven.

- Another holding area? - Not another holding area, no.

Holding area five-o-seven. Five-zero-seven.

- That's the important bit. - Where is it?

Just ask. Everybody's waiting. Same as you.

Papers?

- Good evening. - For you.

A peace offering.

And what exactly is that?

Does it fold out into a cage?

It's how we found you.

A kind gift.

Really?

Mother.

She was only too happy to help.

'Course, she was.

And she always had such grace.

Hello, Mrs. Coulter.

Well, you see, that's the problem with insects. They get everywhere.

I'm the least of your problems.

Did he send you?

Yes, I followed you into the intention craft.

So, are you here to spy or to help?

What's your plan?

What? So you can relay my every move to Asriel?

- I didn't think so. - I can't.

My lodestone resonator was damaged during your escape.

Interesting. So, in fact, it's you who needs me.

You intend to kill them before they kill Lyra.

And if they kill you first?

You risk yourself very easily.

What do you know of this place?

What have you seen?

Come on, you have no choice.

Without me, you have no intention craft,

and without the intention craft, you can't return to Asriel.

What have you seen?

I've been following Father Gomez.

He seems particularly interested in one room.

Do we keep walking?

Feels like we should just keep walking.

They're staring, aren't they?

Yeah, they're staring and saying nothing.

Feels like we're in a horror film.

Why would you want to watch a film that makes you feel horrible?

You make a good point.

- I liked the film with the bear. - Who are you?

We're travellers.

We're headed to the Land of the Dead.

Yeah. Well, we're on the same path.

Please. We don't know what we're doing, and you seem vaguely friendly.

We just really need to know what the rules are here.

Okay... you can come in.

Thank you.

So...

introduce yourselves.

Hi, I'm Lyra. This is Will.

We won't disturb you any more than we need to...

but we're looking for my friend. He's in the Land of the Dead,

We don't know if this is a part of it, or how to get to it,

so if any of you could tell us anything, we'd really appreciate it.

Why haven't their Deaths told them where to be?

- Larissa, they've come to ask for help. - Well, they shouldn't need it.

- Talk to your Deaths. - We don't have Deaths.

'Cause we're not dead.

Okay. Take a seat.

You're not dead either, right?

All of you in the holding area.

Our Death... hovers close by... and guides us.

We would welcome it... we're ready, but...

it's not ready to take us yet.

What's a Death?

They don't know anything.

Everyone has a Death.

It goes everywhere with them. All their life long.

- Isn't that scary? - Not at all, dear. It's natural.

From the moment you're born...

your Death comes into the world with ya.

And it's your Death that takes you out.

There's love in that.

- Can you see our Death? - No, love.

Just our own.

When you're ready... they say ifs beautiful.

Your Death says...

"Easy, now. Easy, child. You come along with me."

And you go with them...

to the boat and the boatman.

That's what I saw in my dream. That's where we need to go.

Well, you're not going to get there without your Death.

If you just tell us where it is, we'll stop bothering you.

We don't know where it is. Or what's on the other side.

No one knows 'cause no one's ever come back.

The only way you're going to cross the water

and go to the Land of the Dead is with your own Deaths.

Invite them to you, in kindness and friendship...

and they will come.

Breakfast.

I have no need of breakfast. I must pray.

Where is the chapel in this citadel?

Mrs. Coulter, you were expected to stay in your room.

No, I'm looking for the chapel. I need to repent my sins.

You can pray in your room just as easily as you can in a chapel.

No, I find the Authority speaks loudest to me in his own house.

Well, if you wish to go to chapel, you must go at the allotted time.

Oh! Damn. Really?

Well, now that I'm here, you don't mind if I take a look around, do you?

No. They're not very interesting.

If you won't stop...

You'll do what, exactly?

I'll fetch support.

Good.

We all need support.

Go on.

- Morning. - Morning.

Doctor Cooper.

How wonderful...

and unexpected you're still in employment!

In fact... how wonderful to see you alive.

I'm afraid I rather presumed you weren't.

Hugh MacPhail picking up all my best cast-offs.

Now... what are we working on here?

This is all restricted, I'm afraid,

- Mrs. Coulter... - Doctor Cooper...

you have always been so kind to me.

I see no reason why you should stop now.

Well, you were...

always kind back.

Besides, the Cardinal...

Father President and I... hide nothing from each other.

You need not worry.

Now, this is a resonating chamber of some kind, am I right?

Ah, interesting. You used part of our design for the daemon guillotine.

In fact, more than just a part.

Now, why would you be working on that still?

And...

...this.

What does it read?

It reads something which allows it...

Doctor Cooper...

are you building a bomb?

- You don't understand. - Oh, but I do.

It's directional in some way. What determines its direction?

The Authority.

Well, that's not true, is it?

Oh!

They're here.

For me. Not you.

But you already knew that.

What a fascinating position we find ourselves in.

Gomez.

Lyra, what are you doing?

She said we need to invite our Death.

Maybe if I get my head in the state it's in...

when I read the alethiometer, she'll come to me.

Be careful.

Wait. Can we talk about this?

- Talk about what? We already decided. - I know, but... summoning Death?

- Do you even know what that means? - No, of course not.

But we've come all this way.

- Maybe this isn't the right thing to do. - But we are doing it.

- It's what we came here to do. - It's not too late to turn around.

With the knife, we'll find our way back home.

You were on my side.

I thought I was by your side.

Neither of you understand, do you?

I never got a chance to say "goodbye" to Roger.

I never got a chance to say "I'm sorry."

All I want to do is make things as good as I can.

Even if I have to die doing so.

Lyra...

she's here.

You're my Death.

Yes.

Are you here to take me?

You wanted me. I am here.

I need to talk to her alone.

I can't see who you're talking to.

Of course you can't. She's mine.

Follow me.

I'll be back. Don't worry.

Authority...

thank you for answering my prayers.

For delivering to me the means with which to win this war.

Only through your love...

and your guidance...

will I find the strength to do what must be done.

To lead us into salvation.

Follow him.

The hair.

We are certain this is a child's?

Fra Pavel is certain.

Is there enough of it, Doctor Cooper?

This will be ample.

How soon can it be ready?

Matter of days.

Thank you, Father Gomez. That'll be all.

You are quite sure that once set in motion,

the bomb will find the girl?

Each individual is unique.

There are codes within us. Anbaric pulses.

We use these...

to aim this device.

The hair, wherever it might be, will want to be made whole.

It will be merciless in this pursuit.

No matter where the girl may be.

Whichever world she is in...

forgive my heresy...

the bomb should find Lyra.

Are you still here?

You keep appearing and disappearing.

I'm always here.

I've followed you your entire life...

I am a special, devoted friend who's been beside you every moment of your life.

Who knows you better than anyone.

That's not true.

Who knows you better than even you know yourself.

We need to make a deal.

I'm not sure I can make a deal.

Look, I know I'm not deceased.

But I need to go to the Land of the Dead

and I need to see someone there, and I need to get back.

Will you help me?

Eventually, child, you will go to the Land of the Dead with no effort.

No risk.

A safe and calm journey.

But there is no reason to rush there.

But I need to.

So does Will.

We both had people taken away from us too soon, and we both need to make amends.

Well, everyone wishes they could speak again to those who have gone.

Why should there be an exception for you?

Because...

if you've been with me my whole life...

you knew this question was coming.

And if you've truly been with me...

you know the answer to it.

I have followed you.

I have seen your choices.

You saw him die?

Roger, die?

I did.

I don't wanna be exceptional.

Maybe once I did.

My parents, that's all they care about.

I just want to be good.

I just want to help someone.

And Roger needs me.

And I wasn't there the last time he needed me.

Look at me.

Look at my heart.

Help me.

I will be your guide, Lyra Silver tongue.

I will show you the way in. Once you are there...

the other side is not my place.

So, as for getting out again...

you'll have to manage that by yourself.

Good morning!

Wait. Wait!

You're back.

Is she still...

- Close by? - Yeah.

What did she say?

Can she see my death?

- You can't see his Death, can you? - No. And nor will he.

You can't see your Death until you're ready to.

Until it's time.

Only you can see your Death when it's the right time.

My Death's gonna take us to the water. If you're ready.

- Am I ready? - I hope so.

I need you to be.

You take me into the best places. You know that?

Cheers.

What else is there left to do?

You came here to protect her, but instead gave them the fuse to a bomb.

Arrogance.

Sheer arrogance. I underestimated them.

We must leave. Return to Asriel.

- Once he knows what they are doing... - He'll do what?

He may...

He will intervene.

Will he?

You know, you're right.

I did come here to kill them before they kill her.

And I will not let them have another chance.

We've already stunted their bomb.

- We need to get back. - No.

Because they will find another way, then another and another.

This has to stop now.

We must find the intention craft.

What do you intend?

Destruction.

You're walking slower with every step, you know that?

- It's not too late to change your mind. - I don't want to change my mind.

Mum used to have this phrase, "Nothing's fixed until you fix it."

Look, if you don't wanna come, it's okay. I can go alone.

I didn't spend months searching for you

so I could wave you off at the gates of hell

I don't think it's hell. Looks a bit like hell. But it's not.

- I just wanna be sure you're sure. - I am.

Look, sometimes we do things...

we get places, and we forget how we got there.

I know how I got here, Will.

And what if we don't come back?

Then, we will've died doing something important.

Follow me.

Quickly.

Stop right there!

Hey!

- Halt! - Stop there!

This way.

The intention craft is just ahead.

You didn't think I was having you watched?

You have no choice, Marisa.

You will still kill her.

No matter what I do.

On that...

I have no choice.

Then I have a statement to make.

I wish to stand trial for the murder of Cardinal Sturrock.

A murder I conspired on with your Father President.

A man who sins with every fibre of his being.

Liar.

You know I'm telling the truth.

And I will make the same claim in front of the Consistorial Court.

You have no rights here!

You are a wanton woman who has always wanted what she didn't have.

Your husband was killed by your lover, the heretic Asriel.

And your illegitimate child was abandoned

until she became sin itself

I have changed. You have not, Hugh.

- You need to be stopped. - "Hugh?" Who is this "Hugh"?

I am your Father President. You will address me...

as "Father President"...

or "Your Grace."

Do you understand me?

I'm sorry?

This is where your loyalty lies?

Not with that above?

Not with truth but with power?

- You disappoint me, Father Gomez. - Get her out of here.

No. No, no, you cannot do this.

You call yourself a holy man?

How do you think your Authority looks on you now, huh?

A man of hate surrounded by haters who worship you.

You pig of the cloth.

- Stop her noise! - Disgusting!

This is what you really are.

An incoherent, emotional woman.

Why should anyone trust you?

You can barely string a sentence together.

But such beauty.

Such true, enticing beauty.

And now I will give your beauty what it has always lacked.

Grace.

Now, I don't know how you took the hair from us...

but you didn't take all of it.

We still have enough left...

for our purposes.

And when we sever your daemon...

you will be the bullet...

to kill Lyra Belacqua.

And to save us all from sin.

Take her to the cellars. And bring her daemon to me.

Good evening.

I am so grateful to have you with us.

Leave all belongings and come on board.

Will he understand?

- We need passage across the water. - I'm sorry.

One of your party is unsuitable for travel at this time.

Only one?

- No, that's... - We have to follow the rules.

A pain but necessary. No passage. Not for him.

- But he is me. - If you come, he must stay.

I don't think you understand. If we separate, we die.

But isn't that what you want?

No, that's not right. I don't leave part of myself behind.

- Why should she? - Yes, you do.

Absolutely, you do.

It's her misfortune or luck

to be able to see and talk to the part she must leave.

You will not know until you are on the water, and by that time,

fortunately, or unfortunately, it will be too late for you to do anything about it.

But you must all leave that part of yourselves here.

The rules are very clear.

We're gonna get on the boat. Don't worry.

Lyra, you're not listening to him. He won't let us.

...to keep you entertained as we cross.

Look. He can come on the boat. He fits everywhere...

And we've always travelled together. No one's ever had any problem with this.

- I don't see how you... - He can come in the boat...

But if he does, the boat stays here.

- Is this how it works? I can pull it. - Only I can pull the boat.

Sorry.

We can't separate. We can't.

Pan. No! Pan!

When will she see him again?

- Please, Pan. - She won't.

How can you be so sure this is the right thing?

And when we leave, will we come back this way?

I've taken millions across.

- Trust me, Pan, please. - None have come back.

- We've come so far. - We will.

We might not survive.

You don't know Lyra, and you don't know me but we'll find a way. Another way.

So, since we're doing that, be kind, Boatman.

- Let her take her daemon. - It's not a rule you can break.

It's a law.

- Like this one. - That night on the mountain.

We can't do this, Lyra. We can't do this.

You see, I can't tilt my hand and make the water fly upwards.

No more than I can take her daemon to the Land of the Dead.

You might have to make an exception just this once.

None of it was Roger's fault and I never even got to say goodbye.

How many ages do you think I've been ferrying people?

Do you think if anything could hurt me, it wouldn't have happened already?

Do you think the people I carry come with me gladly?

No, they struggle, they cry, they bribe, they threaten, they fight! Nothing works.

I don't want to do this.

If there was any other way to make it right...

I find it helps to be cheery and compliant.

I am both those things.

I encourage you to be the same.

How can you be so sure that this is the right thing?

I'm sorry. I truly am.

But if she comes, she does so alone.

I don't wanna leave you here.

We can still turn around.

But I can't not do this.

- You can, Lyra. - What about Roger?

And Sal?

- They never got a chance to grow up. - But it's not Roger and Sal, is it?

And Roger's dead... and Sal's gone.

And it won't be Lyra and Pan. You're leaving me here alone.

What will I do?

- But our dreams... - I didn't have those dreams.

They were your dreams. I didn't even wanna come here.

This is your choice.

- But we're together. - Not if you do this.

Please. I can't betray Roger.

It's my fault he's dead and now he needs me.

I need you too.

Why can't you see that?

- Where will I go? - I'll find you, okay?

I will go to the Land of the Dead and I'll come back, and I'll find you.

I'm not leaving you, okay? I'm not leaving you.

Not forever.

Will and me will find a way out of here and well go to Asriel's.

Somehow, you've got to get there too... but I have to do this.

Then you've made up your mind.

- You've chosen Roger over me. - No, Pan. Please don't, don't do it.

Oh, please.

Please, there's no other way. I've got to.

I love you.

Just go.