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[insects chittering, birds chirping]

[Roger] Lyra?

[gasps]

[birds chirping]

[whirring]

[whooshing]

[angel] Lord Asriel has torn up our sky...

and left the world in chaos.

[indistinct chatter]

The witches believe this is the start of a powerful prophecy.

[rain pouring]

One that could destroy all existence.

Or make it anew.

It is time to prepare.

To draw sides.

[grunting softly]

-[thunder rumbling] -[sobbing]

[Pan] I know. I miss Roger, too, but we can't go back.

[thunder rumbling]

[panting]

[Pan yelps]

Lyra. Look.

-Asriel's photogram. -It's the city in the sky.

[theme song playing]

[distant waves crashing]

[Pan] I don't like this.

Someone left in a hurry.

[rustling]

Where is everyone?

Something's happened here, Pan.

-[Pan] Asriel? -Wouldn't put it past him.

[Pan] Should we ask the alethiometer where everyone is?

No. We're not asking that thing anything.

-Not yet. -I think we can trust it.

-It's never lied to us. -Without it, would Roger have died? No.

We need to make our own way now.

[waves lapping]

-[heels thudding sharply] -[indistinct chatter]

[stomps]

[Garrett] We have all observatories trained upon the schism.

All are reporting back the same thing. One world.

Do we have a sense of how to block up this hole?

Not as yet.

A new world, and Asriel simply exploded it into being.

-Presumably, it was already there. -Heresy!

Cardinal.

It is hardly heresy anymore. It is visible in the sky above our heads.

If you would just leave the vessel to look at it.

I'll not be lectured by you on this issue.

Nor should you have to be.

Cardinal Sturrock,

I simply ask that rather than focus on what is in the past,

we focus on what is in the present.

The fuse has been lit. The bomb has been exploded.

The world is aware.

We cannot ignore what everyone has seen. We would lose--

-Damn you! -[shatters]

[Fra Pavel] Perhaps I may help.

There is a witch on board, caught as part of our roundup of undesirables

following this incursion.

For centuries, witches have claimed knowledge of other worlds.

This witch may help us understand this instability.

Good. Do me the honor of talking with her.

That is, if you men have finished your discussions.

[MacPhail] We have yet to understand

what is your precise role in all of this.

My precise role?

What did you and Asriel discuss on the mountain on that night?

I never reached Asriel, Your Eminence.

Why do I doubt that?

[Mrs. Coulter] I have absolutely no idea.

But you're right. Asriel needs stopping.

This explosion requires investigation, not ignorance.

There is one, possibly multiple worlds up there.

And these witches have always known more than they should.

Let me find out what.

We cannot allow this woman to take control.

You know, I look around this room, and I see failure.

Father MacPhail, who failed to even emerge from Asriel's laboratory.

Fra Pavel, who couldn't read his alethiometer to see what was happening.

I am not immune from failure myself.

I didn't reach Asriel in time,

and I vow now never to fail again.

This witch. You believe you can find an answer to what Asriel did?

Well, I believe that I am more...

[exhales]

Persuasive than most.

Test me on what I discover.

And if I discover nothing, then do your worst.

[leaves rustling]

[Pan] It's a cafe. Maybe we could find something to eat in there.

[lock clattering]

[door squeaking]

-[Lyra grunts] -thuds]

—[shattering] —[Lyra panting]

-You're hurting me! Ow! -[grunts]

That'll teach you for sneaking around.

-I'm sorry I scared you. -You didn't scare me.

-Sorry I scared you. -Please let me go.

Who are you?

[clattering]

Lyra Silvertongue. Is this your house?

-No. I'm Will Parry. -Finally. Someone else to talk to.

-That's Pan. -Where's your daemon?

How's it talking?

He does know not to touch me, right?

-It's a talking animal. -No, it's not a talking animal.

-That's my daemon. -Your what?

-You don't have a daemon? -I can't see one.

[sniffing]

-[Lyra] That's impossible. -I don't know what you're talking about.

No. Come on, Pan.

[Will] Lyra Silvertongue. Wait!

[Pan chittering]

[door opens]

[Pan] Don't make assumptions. He seems kind. He could be helpful.

[whistling]

[clangs]

-Fix my heater yet? -Heater's still busted.

-Compass, too. -Compasses got fritzed by the storm.

-Lee, you're being strange. -I'm not being strange.

The whole world is talking about that tear in the sky.

The witches will want us to join the fight.

We're not here to talk about the fight. We're here to talk about Lyra.

See if the witches can help us.

Might know this weapon we're looking for.

Lee, look!

Isn't that something?

Lyra, we need to think sensibly. If your father was here, he's gone.

So we need a new plan.

-But we're going to need friends, and-- -[Lyra] We had a friend. He died.

[chittering]

[Pan] Please. Think.

-Perhaps he's our only chance to-- -[Will] Hi.

Hi, Will.

Sorry. I didn't mean to offend you.

[rock skitters]

It's just, I've never seen a daemon before.

-To me, daemon means something evil. -Uh, thanks?

You're not from here, are you? From this world.

[Will] Me neither.

-How did you get here? -[Lyra] I crossed through a window...

that my father made.

You?

Uh... [chuckles]

I, uh, followed a cat through a hole in the air. It sounds mad.

[both chuckle softly]

So, there are three worlds, and two windows, all connected to here.

[Will] Look, I know this world doesn't make sense.

And I don't know whether I'm odd for not having a daemon,

or you're odd for having one.

But maybe we could look around together?

The three of us.

That's the best idea I've heard all day.

[clangs open]

[growling softly]

[Mrs. Coulter] Strange new times.

It must be hard to be separated from your sister witches.

Now, I am trying to help you.

Not out of any generosity of spirit, but, rather, pragmatism.

Such an underrated quality.

You know that you're trapped.

-You and your daemon. -[cheeping softly]

All you have is the information you carry.

Share that information, and we can become productive.

And productive people, well,

they are generally treated very well.

[tweezers clicking]

I'm looking for a child.

Last seen with an aeronaut and one of your kind at Bolvangar.

I can tell you nothing.

Hmm.

A witch's cloud-pine.

[gasps]

Is it true that within it is your ability to fly?

Your ability to use magic?

What is within me is vaster than anything you can imagine.

[pained gasping]

[groaning]

[moaning]

[wind whooshing]

[wind chimes clinking]

[Lyra] Someone must be able to tell us how these worlds are connected.

There's millions of worlds. My father saw this one. Why?

I think it has to do with Dust. I think that's why I'm here.

Dust?

-You don't have Dust? -No, we have dust.

I'm just guessing my dust is not the same as your dust.

-Well, some people think it's sin. -[Will] Sin?

[laughs mockingly]

I actually think it's more complicated than that.

I think if bad people think it's bad, then maybe it's good.

[distant clinking]

Did you hear that?

[Pan] There's someone there.

[chirping]

[yelling] Wait! I just want to talk to you!

[Lyra panting]

Stop!

[grunts]

-[Angelica] Come on! -[crashing]

[whimpers]

[Angelica] Get off her!

-[yelling and grunting] -[Paola] Leave me alone!

[yelling, grunting]

[panting]

Who are you and why were you running from us?

Who are you and why were you chasing us?

'Cause you're the only other people we've seen here.

We just want to know about this place.

[scoffs]

[bottle top clinking]

No, I'm good.

Don't worry. We're good at snuffling the safe stuff. Aren't we, Paola?

The bread's still fresh.

-Where are the grown-ups? -Clever ones have run.

Since the attack Spectres are everywhere.

What Spectres?

-Is that why no one's here? -You don't know what Spectres are?

-They're bad, these Spectres? -You're safe yet. You're still a girl.

-He's close, though. To the change. -What change?

When you're a man. And the Spectres can get you.

-Just like Tullio. -Who's Tullio?

No one.

We've got to be careful, that's all.

So, if Spectres are everywhere, then why can't we see them?

Only adults can see Spectres.

-What do they do? -It's awful. They take your insides out.

You're still alive. But everything that makes you human...

That's gone.

[Angelica] Our parents. It happened to them. So it's just us now.

And we're happy. Aren't we, Paola? We can run around the city now.

Do what we like. And so can you.

[Paola] See you around.

[coins rubbing]

What are you doing?

-Paying for the food we ate. -Paying who?

Eating Without paying for it is stealing.

If you start behaving like a grown-up, the Spectres will get you.

What do you think of her?

-I don't trust her. -Nor do I.

They didn't have daemons, either.

[Will] Yeah. Looks like you're the odd one out.

-You're gonna have to keep him hidden. -I'm not hiding.

[Serafina] Sisters, the child we have expected has vanished.

I have invited Mr. Scoresby here to share his thoughts.

Speak, Lee.

Since losing Lyra, I've concerned myself with a man named Stanislaus Grumman.

Has anyone heard of him? No?

Well, various rumors surround him, but people say he knows the whereabouts

of some kind of object that gives magical protection.

Knowing Lyra and the trouble she's in,

I thought I might find this item for her and take it to her.

-Get her that protection. -[Serafina] Thank you, Lee.

This protection will be of use to her wherever she is.

You think so?

Take this with you.

And whenever you need my help, hold it in your hand and call to me.

-I shall hear you wherever you are. -Thank you, ma'am.

Lord Asriel has opened the way from this world to another,

and the child of the prophecy is on her path.

-Lee can help her. -[thunder rumbles]

We must decide our part to play.

[whooshing]

-[Serafina] Queen Skadi. -Queen Serafina Pekkala.

-That man does not belong here. -He is here at my reckoning, as are you.

-Ruta Skadi is angry. -Everyone should be angry.

[Ruta] Sisters. Katja Sirkka has been taken prisoner by the Magisterium.

I have word they are rounding up anyone who questions their authority.

The way those animals in the Magisterium

have cracked down upon the world since the opening,

towns tightly controlled by armies.

-We're out of our depth here. -Shut up, Hester.

[Ruta] So the time has come to act.

To show the Magisterium that their actions have consequences.

And I am here to beg you,

Serafina Pekkala, and all the sisters here,

join me in rescuing Katja.

-I believe we have no choice. -The prophecy was clear.

-We must find the child. -The prophecy is not all there is.

You risk too much.

The Magisterium has thrived under your indifference.

Ruta Skadi will show them we are indifferent no more,

with or without your clan's help.

[Will] Lyra?

[clattering]

You hungry?

I made an omelet... if you have omelets in your world.

[sniffs]

-So you're a kitchen boy, then. -What?

In your world, you're a kitchen boy.

No.

-What's in this? -[Will] Egg.

[clattering]

I'm guessing you don't use cutlery in your world, either.

[Lyra] Very funny.

It's good. The "omalat."

[chittering softly]

Does Pan need to eat, too? Some cheese, or...

[both] No.

-He's a daemon. -But thank you for the offer.

[scoffs]

I've never had to explain a daemon before. It's a part of me.

-He's me and I'm him, I guess. -He'll soon understand.

How long have you been here?

-Couple of days. You? -Three days.

I was thinking.

Maybe we're better off sticking together from now on.

You want me to stay. To set up camp here.

I meant, we should explore together. I didn't mean you should move in.

Probably easier though, isn't it, now we're sticking together?

[sighs]

Every house here is deserted. You don't have to move into mine.

Your house?

First you attack me, and then you run away,

and now you're trying to stay here.

You move at a hundred miles an hour.

-Hundred miles an hour? -It means fast.

Oh. I do move quickly. I always have.

But you said we're better off together, and so, I guess you're stuck with me.

-I'll take the small bed, if you want. -I was sleeping there.

Okay, fine. Yeah. I'll find somewhere downstairs.

-[footsteps departing] -Mmm.

[grunts softly]

Finally, you make a good decision. A very good decision.

[thunder crashing]

[thunder rumbling]

[sighs]

I will ask once again.

Are you witches traveling between worlds?

What did you tell Asriel of what he'd find?

[tweezers clicking]

Please. No more.

[whispering] Come on, Katja.

I know he had a witch lover. He boasted of it to me.

-Asriel is not even your concern. -That's more like it.

Who is my concern?

The prophecy has begun, and you cannot stop it,

however powerful you think you are.

What is this prophecy that I cannot stop?

-Hmm? [gasps]

[pained gasping]

-[thunder crashing] -[whooshing]

[gasping]

[screaming]

[Katja Sirkka] The prophecy is for the girl named Lyra.

What do you know about Lyra?

[Katja Sirkka] She is known by another name.

[thunder crashing]

I will not betray the child of the prophecy.

Tell me who Lyra Belacqua is.

[Katja Sirkka] Yambe-Akka. Come to me.

[Sergi] She is ready. She has called for death.

[whooshing]

[Ruta whispering] Be at peace.

[screeching]

Stop her! Get in here now! The witch is escaping!

[footsteps thudding]

[grunts, thuds]

[grunting]

thuds]

[Sturrock] What is going on?

[gasps]

Thuds]

[thunder crashing]

[birds cawing]

[dings]

There's no point in just sitting there looking at it.

At some point, we need to start using it again.

We tried it your way, and haven't gotten answers.

Be honest. What do you want to know?

I'd ask it if my mother's still following me.

Or where my father was. Or what this place is.

Whether Roger would forgive me.

And what should I do now?

So ask it. Lyra, you can read it for a reason.

We've come here to find out about Dust, and we need help.

-[thudding] -[chain rattling]

[whispers] Come on.

[grunts]

-[banging] -[water pouring]

[panting]

[footsteps approaching]

Got the shower fixed.

-Shower? -Washing.

-You wash? -Yeah. I think. Or in a bath.

Showers are like baths, but standing up.

Mmm.

Well, at least consider it.

And if you change your mind, got a towel and soap.

I'll take the first shower.

[footsteps departing]

I don't need a stand-up bath.

[Pan softly chittering]

Do I?

That's one question you don't have to ask the alethiometer.

[sniffing]

Eh, I'm fine as I am.

[clattering]

[sniffing, chittering]

Whoa, watch out.

-[splatters] -[Pan sighs]

-[sloshes] -See? It's easy.

-Thanks. -Don't thank me.

You're the one who taught me how to do it.

You seem to have added your own twist to it.

[crunches]

[Will] What do you think's in there?

[camera shutter clicks]

[Pan] Over here. Look.

[water trickling]

[wheezing softly]

Go on.

[Will] It must have been the Spectres.

Lucky they can't attack us.

Until we're old enough. She said I was close.

[distant yelling, screaming]

[screaming]

[Pan] Those screams aren't human.

[screaming continues]

[children chattering]

[Will] Stop!

-What would you hurt this cat for? -[Angelica] You aren't from here.

-You aren't from Cittàgazze. -Get out of my way.

Maybe I don't want to get out of your way.

Then I'll make you get out of the way.

-[fierce growl] -[gasps]

[snarling]

-Angelica, was it? Go home, Angelica. -[snarling]

Come on.

[growling softly]

-Good job with staying hidden. -You needed my help.

[indistinct announcement over PA]

-He's no better? -No.

We need to dock as soon as we can.

We shall find the finest physicians to tend to him.

Or you couldn't.

What are you proposing?

If he lives, it's clear the Authority wants him to lead.

If he dies, then a choice has been made.

The Magisterium needs strong leadership.

Not a bloated man who never knew how to turn down a glass of wine.

Mrs. Coulter, why should I trust you after what happened?

I explained what happened.

I made sure you were safe, and I continued up the mountain.

But this is not about trust. This is about faith.

You heard the man. He'd seal up the world.

He'd try to persuade people that this never happened,

and you and I both know the Magisterium cannot survive that

it needs you.

And in return for this counsel? This support?

I give this counsel because I believe in the right path.

And, yes, with you in place, I can pursue other interests.

-What interests? -It's not your concern.

I will tell everyone on the ship that the Cardinal

has specifically requested to be left alone in prayer,

and I will personally tend to his wounds.

Murder.

I will make it my sin.

As a first act of service.

[lights buzzing]

You know, it's strange that everyone's gone,

but the anbarics still work.

-The what? -The anbaric. Those lights.

Oh.

-We call them electric. -Electrum's a stone.

I mean, it's a jewel which grows in the gum of trees.

And it gets insects stuck in it sometimes.

Oh, you mean amber.

So your world's like my world, but with the words mixed up.

Or your world's like my world, with all the words mixed up.

The experimental theologians in Oxford would love this place.

Did you just say Oxford?

In my world, there's a place called Oxford.

-That's where I come from. -I'm from Oxford.

-That's where my window is. -Two Oxfords. Worlds apart.

There's an Oxford in your world, too? Has it got scholars?

I mean, there's a university, but--

Maybe I can find one who can tell me about Dust.

-Lyra, you're from Oxford. -Will, we need to go now. Please.

Show me the window.

No one will talk about Dust in my world.

But maybe in yours, they can give me answers.

Answers to What?

I wouldn't ask you if it wasn't important.

I need your help. I'm not safe in my Oxford.

[Will] And I'm not safe in my Oxford.

I mean, it's risky for me to return.

But there are things to check on back home.

Fine. First thing tomorrow morning.

Thank you.

You know, you do have a daemon. Even if you don't know it.

-Can you see it? -Not yet. But I will.

[squeaking]

[water pouring]

[sniffs, groans]

[wind chimes clinking]

[Pan] It didn't lie to us, Lyra.

It helped us find Billy Costa. It told us the truth when we asked it.

Exactly.

It told us about Billy.

It didn't tell us what my father planned to do with Roger.

-So, it tells us the truth, but... -It just doesn't tell us everything.

[Lyra] He trusts me. I need to know whether I can trust him.

[sighs]

So, ask it about Will.

[clicking]

He's a murderer.

[gasps]

[gasps, pants]

[Pan] He's a murderer?

But the good kind. Just like Iorek.

But there's something else about him, too.

He's connected to this place.

He's got something to do here.

I think we both do.

[roaring]

[theme song playing]