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(airships whirring)

(pedestrians chattering)

Driver:
Ma'am.

Lyra,

this is your new home.

Is this all yours?

(chuckles)
Goodness, no.

Just the one floor.

(elevator dings)

Go on.

Lyra:
I can't believe this is
our new home, Pan.

Look how shiny
the floor is.

Right. Let me
show you around.

This is the living room.

Wow.

The terrace.

Now, up here is
my bedroom.

And that's my study.

Which I'd rather stayed
my private space.

And then here...

is the room
I prepared for you.

I'll let you
get settled.

-(Lyra grunts)
-(giggles)

Oh, I'm drowning!

(muffled):
I'm drowning.

Pantalaimon:
It is a lot more
comfortable than Oxford.

And it's our new home.

Roger's, too.

When she finds him.

Home for us all.

(door creaks)

(children whispering
indistinctly)

(stumbles)

(door slams)

-Billy?
-Roger!

Billy Costa!

♪ ♪

(theme music playing)

(distant rumbling)

(clicking softly)

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

(wind whistling)

Mrs. Coulter:
How are you with heights?

Lyra:
They don't scare me.

Never have.

I used to live on the roof
of Jordan College.

I slept out there
every other Sunday.

-No, you didn't.
-I did.

(laughs)

Roger was there, too.

On the roof.

I've got my best people
looking for him.

We'll find him, Lyra. Soon.

I've never been sure about them.

Heights.

I could never get away
from the occasional urge
to jump.

Right. Let's get to it.

Plenty to do before we lunch
at the Arctic Institute.

We're lunching
at the Arctic Institute?

Yes, of course we are.
Now, chop-chop.

Plans to make.

Clothes to get.
Lots to do. Come on.

♪ ♪

Wow.

(whispering):
Is that the Skraeling

who mapped the currents
of the Great Northern Ocean?

Hello, Eliaser.

Lyra:
You know him?

Of course.
Now come, Lyra.

Lyra:
Oxford only had so much.

But this...

Mrs. Coulter:
Now, what will you eat?

I don't care about food.

Well, you might care about food
if you were starving.

Is that an armoured bear skull?

I've heard
so much about them!

-Mrs. Coulter: Lyra. Lyra.
-(whispers): It's huge.

Mrs. Coulter:
Sit down.

-Waiter:
Sweetbreads.
-Oh.

-Courtesy of the chef,
Mrs. Coulter.
-Thank you.

Mrs. Coulter,
I've been thinking
about Roger.

And I think I should help you
with the search.

Like you said in Jordan--

child's eyes, useful.

Lyra, look around this room.

How many women do you see?

In every room there are those
that would belittle you.

With my help,
they won't lay
a scratch on you.

For you will have knowledge
that they won't.

And I can teach you to wield
power over all of them.

But you must
let me mold you.

You must trust me.

I trust you.

Then will you let me
find Roger for you?

-But he's my best friend.
-Lyra.

I won't let you down.

-All right.
-Good.

-Now, who do you want
to be introduced to first?
-(gasps)

Benjamin:
A van has been seen
leaving and entering here.

We've not confirmed
children on board, but--

We're not confirmed?
We need to be confirmed.

The Gobblers are efficient,

well-protected
and well-funded.

I mean, they're so good
people think they're a myth.

So you're saying
we know enough.

I'd stake good odds
that the van is Gobbler,

and it's being used
to transport them.

We've been searching for days.
This is the best lead we've got.

So, tomorrow we attack.

In the morning,
we gather our best men.

Go in fast,
through the front door.

Take on whatever lies
on the other side.

Prepare the men.
We strike with force.

(laughing)

Have you ever considered
doing something different
with your hair?

I like my hair.

No. I don't think
it accentuates your face.

-(Golden Monkey grunts softly)
-Mm-hmm.

Lyra:
Maybe I should grow it.

I had long hair.

And that was really useful.

Like this one time,
when Roger and I were
caught in this grain silo,

we turned my hair into a rope.

He climbed up me and out,

and then pulled me up.

Lyra, please
don't lie to me.

-I wasn't.
-Yes, you were.

Lyra...

I think you can be
extraordinary.

But being extraordinary
takes application.

It means being prepared
to change.

And that takes guidance.

Hmm?

(chuckles softly)

We shouldn't change
just so we can fit in here.

She's being very kind
to us, Pan.

Lyra:
She's nice.

She treats me nice.

Don't we deserve to have
nice things? For once?

Of course we do.

No one's ever said I could be
extraordinary before.

♪ ♪

(grunts softly)

(sighs)

(water gurgling)

(distant banging)

(whispering):
Lyra.

-Lyra?
-Hmm.

-What?
-Lyra, wake up.

Listen to that noise.
What is it?

-It's just the pipes, Pan.
It's fine.
-It's something.

Listen.

It's nothing.

Pantalaimon:
I don't think it's the pipes.

-(clatters)
-Pantalaimon:
Hey! Stop!

(clatter echoing)

♪ ♪

(clucks)

John Faa:
Stop at nothing.

We will rescue these children.

(squawks softly)

-Come on!
-(glass shattering)

(grunts)

Benjamin:
We're in, sir.

♪ ♪

(sighs)

Farder Coram:
That's Billy's.

This proves they were here.

John Faa:
The Gobblers must have known
we were coming and moved them.

What do they want
the children for?

-You see anything?
-No. Nothing.

Just a brick wall.

Billy:
I miss my mom.

Roger:
I don't have
a ma to miss.

My aunt brought me up for a bit.

And then she found
a good job for me.

In Jordan College.

And then I met Lyra.

I know
she won't leave us here.

She'll be looking for us
right now.

Wherever she is.

I will be having a party
for a few friends

and fellow explorers,
and, Lyra,

I'll need your help
serving drinks.

(gasps softly)
Stop.

That's it. Perfect.

There ain't much give in it.

I like running around,
you know?

The clothes you wear

determine the way
people see you.

Now, come.

Look in the mirror.

I like it.

I think.

Blue is quite your color.

-Did you know that?
-I didn't know I had
a color at all.

It'll allow me
to wield power.
(giggles softly)

Looks like it'll allow you
to wield a cake knife.

(giggles)

If my uncle could
see me like this.

Oh, he'd be delighted.

I'm sure.

♪ ♪

(wings flutter)

The Master:
I heard your request.

And I'm unable to grant it.

I simply ask to examine
what remains of the head

Asriel presented to you,

before it's treated
and placed in your crypt.

Grumman was a scholar
of this college.

Boreal:
Word is,

you've already allowed
his head to be thawed,

and treated.

Vital information
might have been lost.

Boreal.

As you are aware,

-Scholastic sanctuary--
-As an executive
of the Consistorial Court,

I must understand
where he's been.

They say that he crossed
between the worlds.

That's heresy.

That's an interesting word
for you to use.

Especially considering
what I've heard

of Asriel's visit
to this college.

Is it true he spoke of Dust?

And that you're
funding his investigations?

Whatever you're threatening...

-I threaten nothing.
-(caws)

What do you hide?

The only rights
the Magisterium
has here

are the rights I grant it.

His skull is in our crypt.

It will stay there,

as is his right,

and our responsibility.

Of course.

Master.

(squawks)

Lyra, you're still
not concentrating.

Books aren't what I'm best at.

And what are you best at?

Can't you mold me
into someone who...

reads some books,

but who travels mostly,

who adventures,

who looks for people
when they're lost?

Lyra, did you not
agree to trust me?

Now, where were you?

Yes. Electrons.

Now, the thing about electrons
is that they are--

That they are negatively
charged particles,

sort of like Dust,

but Dust
might not be charged.

(growls softly)

Dust?

You know, from space Dust.

That Dust.

You see, I do know some things.

Well, what do you know
about Dust, Lyra?

Lyra:
It comes from space.

-It lights people up if you have
a special camera to see it by.
-(growling)

And... Ah, yes.

It doesn't affect children.

And who did you learn this from?

(grunts softly)

Just a visiting scholar
from New Denmark

who came to Jordan.

Who was talking to a chaplain,
and I was passing by,

and I couldn't help

but listen.

Hmm.

Is it right?

Will you tell me?

Well, I'm sure you know
much more about it than I do.

(laughs, sighs)

Now,

let's get back
to these electrons, hmm?

(boat creaking)

-(shattering)
-Ma Costa: Damn it!

Tony:
Ma, I'll clean it.

-No, you won't.
-I want to help.

Next time they go out.

-The answer is no, Tony!
-(distant clattering)

Can I help?

You can find my son.

We were so close,
though, Maggie.

If you would have seen.

We never should have
left Oxford.

He's probably still there, lost,

looking for his ma.

Benjamin:
He's not in Oxford.

He's in London.

And Gobblers took him.

And we'll find him.

And if you're all wrong?

We're not wrong.

(cries)

(sobs)

Tony:
Ma.

(sobbing)

Tony.

We're going to get him back.

(sobs)
Please.

Please.

It's time to find
these Gobblers.

I've got a plan.

Do you want to be
part of it, Tony?

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

I made it clear I wasn't
to be disturbed.

I apologize for
disturbing you.

My needs were
too great.

(buzzing)

Cardinal.

The General Oblation Board
is causing trouble again.

A recent Gyptian raid,
trying to find those
damn children.

-Did they?
-No.

To give them credit,
the General Oblation
Board's policy

of moving them
constantly and quickly

seems to have borne fruit.

But they risk so much.

The Fathers and I are worried
that they might present

future concerns for us.

Give me the honor
of telling them, sir.

Ah, that's why I'm here.

Hmm?

Now, tell the Oblation Board
to control it or...

or they'll lose everything.

Cardinal.

(buzzing)

♪ ♪

-(distant clattering)
-Pantalaimon (whispering):
Lyra.

It's happening again,
that noise.

-(distant clattering)
-(Pantalaimon squeaks)

That is definitely not the pipes
making that noise.

-It's moving.
-(distant clattering)

(distant clattering continuing)

-(growls)
-(gasps)

Mrs. Coulter:
Lyra!

Lyra.

Lyra.

Lyra.

-(exhales)
-Mrs. Coulter:
I thought I heard you.

What are you doing
out of bed?

It's very late.

Mrs. Coulter,

how are you able to be
so far away from your daemon?

-It's too painful.
-I'm not.

It's not natural.

He was in the study.

You were down the hallway.

You're mistaken.

He was with me
the entire time.

Oh, Lyra.

You're sleepy.

Best get back to bed now.

Good night.

Mrs. Coulter:
Sleep tight.

(door closes)

-(slaps)
-(squeals, whimpers)

(whimpering)

Pantalaimon: I could never be
that far away from you, Lyra.

What is she?

Lyra:
I don't know, Pan,
but we need to find out.

♪ ♪

(snake hissing)

Boreal:
So where are you,
Stanislaus Grumman?

Which one of these

looks to be the most
recently treated?

(hisses)

Boreal:
Asriel was lying.

It's not him.

We need to cross.

♪ ♪

(rocks clatter)

♪ ♪

(traffic roaring)

(car whooshing)

(voices chattering)

(horns honking)

(horn beeps)

(distant siren blaring)

(siren blaring)

(gate creaks)

(distant dog barks)

(keypad clicking)

Lyra: What do all of these
symbols mean, Pan?

(clicking)

Mrs. Coulter:
Lyra, I have some
guests arriving.

Can you please stay
in your room?

(elevator dings)

Mrs. Coulter.

Father MacPhail.

What a lovely surprise.

May I have a word
with you, please?

-In private?
-Yes.

Of course. This way.

Pantalaimon (whispering):
Lyra, that man is Magisterium.

-(keys jangle)
-Would you like some tea?

Thank you.
I don't drink tea.

No. Of course you don't.

May I fetch you some water?

I'm not thirsty.

Hmm. Please, take a seat.

Thank you.

Father MacPhail:
Mrs. Coulter,

we are excited by your work,

by the discoveries you promise.

-But--
-Oh, such a shame.

There always has to be
a "but"...

attached to a compliment.
(chuckles)

Father MacPhail:
The Cardinal has concerns.

This break-in,
combined with all
the rumor-mongering

around your work,

has brought it to a head.

Well, if the Cardinal
has something to say,

I'd prefer he did so in person.

Well, he sent me.

To warn you that
if your activities

draw too much attention,

then the Magisterium
will not protect you.

Father Garret:
Should you be
outside this door?

And who are you?

Exactly.

-Lyra: I--
-Excuse me.

(door opens)

Lyra, run along.

The grown-ups are talking.

-I don't mind--
-(shouts): Lyra!

Pantalaimon:
Lyra, we can't let them
find the alethiometer.

The Master said
to keep it secret,

particularly from her,
and the Magisterium.

I'll see you both out.

Hmm.

(keys jangling)

(whispers):
Here it is.

It stays with us.

-From now on.
-Good.

We have an opportunity
to understand Dust.

The Cardinal could not
be telling me to slow down.

He should be telling me
to speed ahead.

Whispers become weapons
in the wrong hands.

Now, I'm sure you will agree
the Magisterium is

more valuable than any of us.

Any sacrifice that
we have to perform

to preserve its power, we do.

Gladly.

-Part of your outfit
for tonight?
-What?

The shoulder bag.

Well, it's perhaps
a little old for you.

I'm sorry if I was short
with you in front of them.

-I--
-You lost control.

No, I wouldn't say
I lost control.

You were angry.
I could see it.

No, I wasn't angry.

And you still are.

It looks absurd to be
carrying a shoulder bag

in your own home.

It's the only thing
I really like wearing.

(growls)

(screeches)

(Pantalaimon shrieks)

-(Pantalaimon screeching)
-(growling)

-(growling)
-(hissing)

Stop! Stop!

(Pantalaimon squealing)

Aah!

Stop that! You're hurting us!

You behave in this vulgar
and course way,

then we will have
a confrontation,

which I will win.

This isn't who you are.

Those men just upset you.

Mrs. Coulter:
Whenever any guests arrive
in the future,

they are going to find you
perfectly sweet,

-charming, innocent, delightful.
-(Lyra whimpering)

-Just as children should be.
-(panting)

Do you understand?

You can't treat me like this.

My uncle won't let you.

When has that man
ever done anything for you?

-He's done everything!
-He's done nothing!

He's a failure of a man,
and a failure a father!

(growls)

(pants)

Father?

He... he...

He's my father.

Isn't he?

(breathing shakily)

I never understood
why he kept up the
ridiculous pretense.

My parents died
in an airship accident.

It was all a lie.

(sighs)

He's a liar.

He's a liar.

My mother...

Who is she?

Could have been anyone.

He was never in one place
for long,

and he always had
a woman on his arm.

It was Asriel that took you
to that college,

during the Great Flood.

He thought they would
protect you.

Another ridiculous idea.

Couldn't protect a painting
if it was drawn on the walls.

No.

Lyra.

Lyra.

Our origins don't define us.

It's what we do
with what we have.

Please leave me alone.

(breathes deeply)

Lyra:
I need help.

Tell me what she is.

Tell me where Roger is.

Tell me...

where my...

Lord Asriel is.

Why didn't he tell me
who he really was?

(sighs)

Please.

Lyra:
Tell me anything.

-(clicking)
-Please, something.

(clatters)

(sighs)

(sobbing softly)

(clicking)

(dings)

(church bell chiming)

(horns honking)

I was expecting you
last week.

What kept you?

There's been some...

things.

Complications, that kind.

Scary things?

Fun things?
Interesting things?

Nothing you're gonna
tell me.

You have better coffee
than we do.

Where's the snake?

We don't always feel the need
to have our daemons on show

all the time, Thomas.

Two worlds,
both alike in so many ways,

and you only seem to
care about what this
world can do for yours.

You might be better
to think about what

your world can do
for this one.

(snake rattling)

Now he comes out.

She.

And I don't pay you
to advise me.

Sure.

I was-I was just trying
to help. I can wait.

I need to find this man.

Thomas:
A man with an osprey
for a daemon.

It's not exactly discreet.

I think someone
would have seen him

if he was hanging around here.

He's been investigating
multiple worlds

for some time.

I believe he's here.

Thomas:
So he's done what you've done.

He's crossed into our world.

Did he use the same window?

Do you think
there are others?

(sighs)

I'll see what I can do.

Mrs. Coulter:
Your friend, Roger.

Perhaps you were right.

Perhaps he was
at Jordan College
the whole time.

Sorry?

All the digging that
I'm doing and it seems
like he just can't be found.

I suspect he didn't
leave Oxford,
after all.

Someone at Jordan
would have told me.

Something you'll learn, Lyra,

if you're not in people's lives,

they can forget you
quite quickly.

Jordan has moved on.

Roger has moved on.
Now you need to move on.

You're lying.

Interesting.

That you would accuse me
of that.

Eat up.

Lyra,

I don't think she's been
looking for Roger at all.

We have to find out
what she's doing.

What were those Magisterium
officials doing here?

♪ ♪

(elevator dings)

Is she leaving?

♪ ♪

(elevator dings)

Pantalaimon:
It's locked. Without her key,
we can't open it.

So what do I do?

Her study. Let's find out
what she's hiding.

It's locked.

Like everything
in this apartment.

And what does
that tell you?

It doesn't matter
what it tells me, Pan.

When did a locked door
stop us?

(grunting)

(panting)

That's weird.

(exhales)

(grunting)

He can separate from her.

Pantalaimon:
Now do you see
why I don't trust them?

This is how he moves around.

He can listen to us
the whole time, Pan.

Pantalaimon:
So, let's use it ourselves.

♪ ♪

(Lyra grunting)

Children.

You have a visitor.

(grunts)

(children murmuring excitedly)

How lovely to see you all.

You have quite cheered me up.

I have an announcement to make.

We're going to have
an adventure together.

We're going to go
on a voyage,

to the best place
you could possibly go to.

Children:
Where? Where?

-My ma--
-Will be worried.

Of course she will.
And that's why I'm here.

To write a letter
for your mother.

General Oblation Board
of London.

General Oblation Board
of London.

Pan, what's the
General Oblation Board?

I don't know.

"All my love...

-Billy."
-"Billy."

(mutters):
General Oblation Board.

Mrs. Coulter:
Now, I think it's your turn.

I ain't got a family.

-Mm.
-So, I'll write to my friend.

Children:
Yeah.

Lyra.

From Jordan College.

How nice to write to a friend.

Roger:
Dear Lyra,

you must be wondering
where I am.

We're about to go on a trip...

all the way to the North...

What have you found,
Lyra?

Roger:
...to a place called
The Station.

-The Station.
-Roger: You'd be surprised

who's taking us.

Station of what?

Roger:
I hope you know that
I'd never want to go

on an adventure without you.

I miss you.

All my love,

Roger.

Roger.

Pan, these letters are all
building something in the North.

-(keys jangling)
-(lock clicks)

(flames roaring)

Hmm...

Is that a human
and his daemon, Pan?

It looks like it.

(keys jangling)

Lyra:
What is she doing?
I don't, I don't understand.

Pantalaimon:
Lyra, we should go.

(elevator dings)

Lyra, the lift has been called.

She'll be on her
way up soon.

Lyra:
Oh no. Oh no.

Lyra, quickly.
Quickly.

Pantalaimon:
Hurry. We've got
to get out of here.

Quickly, Lyra.

♪ ♪

(Lyra panting)

(elevator dings)

-(footsteps approaching)
-(breathing heavily)

-That's lovely to see.
-(whimpers)

I was just reading
about the North.

Mrs. Coulter:
Well, I'll leave you to it.

Hmm.

Dinner in an hour.

(panting)

(whispers):
Did you see the equipment?

The blade.

She got the watch.

Where are we, Pan?

And what is she?

What do you think
the Master meant
about this and my fa--

Lord Asriel?

(whispering):
Perhaps we've got
to keep it safe.

And give it to him.

But wasn't the Master...

going to poison him?

I don't think I understand
any grownups at all.

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

(indistinct chattering)

(wings fluttering)

Thank you, Lyra.

Woman:
Ah.

Hello, darling.
You must be Lyra.

We've heard all about you.

Adele:
Lots of people here,
aren't there?

She's so good at
keeping everyone happy.

And you look so restless.

Like you're desperate to escape.

Shall we sit?

No, I've got to...

Do you know what's
happening here?

Come on.

(elevator dings)

No need to look
so pleased with yourself.

-(scoffs)
-You're late.

I've been busy.

Where?

Oxford.

Tell me what you know.

I think it's a good
strategy, actually.

Best way to stay safe
from the Gobblers.

Move in with one of them.

That's what they call it,
isn't it?

The initials you see--
General Oblation Board.

Pantalaimon:
Gobbler.

She's involved in the--

She is the Oblation Board.

It's entirely her own project.

You didn't know?

(whispers):
Who's that with Lyra?

Boreal:
She's a journalist.

Mrs. Coulter:
We need to get her
out of here.

I got to go.

Lyra. Lyra.

Papers, letters.
Anything could be
hugely useful.

Lyra.

-Lyra. Lyra.
-I'm all right. I'm just
getting some ice.

Pantalaimon:
You're doing brilliantly.
Just stay calm.

Lyra, look.

There's too many people here.

She's hasn't locked the lift.

We can't leave without it.
We can't leave without it.

Now what would you,
a journalist,

be talking to my assistant
about?

At a party you weren't
invited to?

-Come this way.
-(gasps)

-Pantalaimon: Come on.
-(panting)

I'll handle her.

You concentrate on the girl.

You're coming with me.

Lyra.

Be careful, Lyra.

(cheeping)

Lyra.

(growling)

Lyra.

(panting)

(screeching)

Boreal:
Such a delicate
face you have,

for such indelicate matters.

If you know
who Mrs. Coulter is,

then you know who I am.

-Correct?
-Please don't hurt me.

-(gasps)
-Boreal: Beautiful.

-(gasping)
-Quite, quite beautiful.

-(crunches)
-(Adele groans)

Girls to the left,
boys to the right.

Girls to the left.

Boys to the right.

Where are you taking us?

We're going on a trip...

to the North.

To the best place
you could possibly go to.

Pantalaimon:
Lyra. Lyra, slow down.

-We haven't been followed.
-How do you know we
haven't been followed?

Pantalaimon:
We need to get off the streets.

Find a place to settle
for the night.

We need to find Roger.

Pantalaimon:
What use is there
looking in the dark?

Sister Clara:
Are you ready?

Let's go.

Pantalaimon:
We'll try to keep warm.

-And then we'll--
-Find Roger.

Find Roger.

♪ ♪

-Lyra: I liked her, Pan.
-I know.

She's...

-She's...
-You're tired.

Try and sleep.

(distant, high-pitched wailing)

Pantalaimon:
Lyra.

Can you hear that?

(distant, high-pitched wailing)

Pan. No, no!

Where are you going?

(wailing continuing)

♪ ♪

(muffled screams)

(theme music playing)