All language subtitles for His.Dark.Materials.S02E05.1080p.BluRay.x265-RARBG

[horn honking]

[grunting]

[door opens]

[door closes]

Best coffee in Oxford.

No daemons. Seems barbaric, doesn't it?

They have the appearance of freedom,

but the government's far more corrupt
than the Magisterium.

Twice as many shopping arcades.
Half as many places of worship.

It's a culture of consumerism.
Not faith. Prepare yourself, Marisa.

[grunts]

[grunts]

Okay, so, his house was
set back from the street.

And it had a driveway like this.

[chalk scribbling]

-What's that?
-The window.

[Lyra] The window is really close
to Latrom's house.

That can't be a coincidence.

[Pan] Then we shouldn't use it.
It's too risky.

You'll have to cut a new window.

If the worlds match up,
we can get even closer.

[Boreal] I bought this shortly after
I sold my first Muscovite collection.

Shall we?

We know where the window is
in both worlds.

So that will help us find
where to cut through to Latrom's house,

and then when we're in,

we should start by looking in the room
with all of the glass cabinets.

The alethiometer must be there.

That's assuming I can
definitely cut a window.

[theme song playing]

[door closes]

[keypad beeping]

[keypad chimes]

[door locks]

Let me show you around.

So, this is your big secret.

It must have taken you years
to build this collection.

This item brings me particular pleasure.

I picked it up in Nova Zembla
for the price of a bread roll.

[Mrs. Coulter] Hmm.

Here, it's worth more than half
the vaults of Jordan College.

[both gasping]

[both giggling]

This. This piece of wall,
that split the city of Berlin--

Delightful as this all is,
how does it connect to Lyra?

[keypad beeping]

[keypad chimes]

Lyra will come here to do the exchange.

As you can see,
my home is fully monitored.

Real-time moving images.

When she arrives, we can trade
what I want for what she wants.

When I found her,
she was trying to read it.

So you stole it from her.

In the knowledge that
it would draw her to me, for you.

-[Will] I'm not sure I can cut a Window.
-You can. It's like Giacomo said.

Become the tip of the Knife.
Come on. You can do it.

I know you can.

-Is this your Oxford, Will?
-It is.

-Why are we whispering?
-I don't know.

Come on. Let's do another one.

Will, you left the window open.

Wait. I know this street.
It's near the window in the park.

-He's getting good at this.
-He is. Come on.

Lyra. Lyra, come and look at this.

Look. Pan was right.
The worlds do match up.

So, that means if we cut
a window by the tower--

Then we cut into his house.

-The alethiometer's right there.
-So is Latrom.

We should wait until it's dark
before trying anything near the tower.

Will, we can't let him
have the alethiometer.

I know. We will get it back.

[pop music playing on speakers]

The sound quality from these speakers
is quite something.

I can see why you like it here.

You'd like it here, too.

I was considering investing
in a research project

that would certainly suit you.

Concerning elementary particles.

What do they know of that in this world?

-Enough to interest your daughter.
-Sorry?

Carlo, can you make that stop?

[music stops]

-Explain what you mean.
-Lyra visited a woman called Malone.

She runs a small department
in a college.

What do you mean, she runs a department?

Academia works
a little differently here.

She's investigating the properties
of dark matter.

Dust.

How far is the college from here?

You can't be thinking of going.

Carlo, Lyra hides things
from me instinctively,

and as her mother,
all I want to do is to keep her safe.

And the only way I can do that
is to know what she is doing.

I need to know what strange ideas
her mind is being filled with.

Fine. But you're far
too conspicuous like that.

Hmm.

I didn't know what
your preference would be.

Thank you, Carlo.

Would you mind?

Hmm.

[door closes]

It is fundamental that the people retain

the purity of their faith
in the Magisterium.

I can assure you, Your Eminence,

that though there are some
mutinous dissidents

advocating Asriel's
preposterous notions,

those men, and heaven help us,

women, have been arrested,

and are under the control
of the Magisterium.

All except Mrs. Coulter,
a former ally to Asriel,

who hasn't been seen
since your inauguration, Cardinal.

Perhaps it is time

the Magisterium issued a firm
public denial of the Anomaly.

No, Father Graves.

We remind the people that it is
their faith in the Magisterium

which will keep them safe
in these troubled times.

I beg your pardon, Cardinal.

Thank you.

A telegram from the North,

informing me that 24 of our Magisterium
soldiers at base camp

have been killed in cold blood
by the witches.

The bombing of their lands
has led them to retaliate.

We restored order.

Not before the witches
traveled through the Anomaly.

[man] They've gone through?

Your Eminence,
we're losing control of the North.

We need more troops around the Anomaly
immediately.

The witches could return, bringing
corrupting influences to our world.

Cardinal, a decision must be made.

We need to show strength
in the face of insurrection.

This tragedy...

is not a setback.

It is a sign from the Authority.

The Authority has sensed
a lack of devotion among our ranks.

And for this treachery, 24 of our
brothers have been taken as martyrs.

Father Graves, your faith is clearly
marred with the stain of doubt,

and doubt is an insult to the Authority,
which must be severely punished.

Will you escort him to the cells?

-Yes, Cardinal.
-Your Eminence.

Guards!

This is absurd! My devotion
to the Magisterium is absolute.

Cardinal. Cardinal!

Thank you.

Fra Pavel.

Would you consult your alethiometer,
and find out where she's gone?

Who?

Coulter. She said she was going
in search of something valuable.

I want you to find out what it is.
I am relying on you.

[screeches]

[scratching at door]

-Will I do?
-You look wonderful.

-Thank you.
-You're determined to go?

If your daughter returns,
we may miss her.

And that's why you must stay.

Keys.

Your daemon. Where is he?

Surely I'm not the first woman you've
witnessed capable of self-control.

Have you never encountered witches
on your travels?

I won't be long.

[chitters]

[door opens]

[door closes]

[footsteps approaching]

-Can I help you?
-Yes.

-Mrs. Malone?
-Doctor.

This is my private office.
Who let you in here?

Please forgive me. I have heard
all about your work, and it sounds...

absolutely fascinating.

Whichever private investor sent you, you
can read my work when it's published.

No one sent me. Marisa Coulter.
I'm an experimental theologian.

I think you know my daughter. Lyra.

-You're Lyra's mother?
-I am.

-Is she all right?
-She's fine.

We're staying with friends in Oxford.
I am taking her home.

-She mentioned trouble at home.
-It's been a huge misunderstanding.

She told me what happened,
and that is why I'm here.

I wanted to apologize to you in person,
in case she was a nuisance.

She wasn't a nuisance in the slightest.
I loved meeting Lyra.

It was the most interesting conversation
I've had in ages. The ideas she has...

What ideas are those?

Well, about the morality of dark matter.

Or... What does she call it? Dust.

Her grasp on quantum physics
is astonishing.

-And the compass--
-The alethiometer.

Yes. How she's able to understand it,
I have no idea.

It's extraordinary.

You must be so proud.

I am.

So, it's experimental theology
you've been teaching her?

It's not a field of research
I'm familiar with.

Where would you say
theology comes to science?

Where does it not?

[chuckles nervously]

[chuckles]

Sorry, please sit.

Tell me about your work.
I have a million questions.

What was your doctorate in?

Have you published any papers
I might recognize? Or...

Sorry. I'll get you some coffee.
Hold on.

Dirty cups. Sorry about that.

[machine powering up]

[whirring]

[electronic voice]
You must play the serpent.

You have been preparing for this
as long as you have lived.

You must make a journey
which starts at a Hornbeam.

Hornbeam.

Deceive the Guardian.

Find the entrance.

Entrance to what?
-You will be protected.

Protected from what?

Save the girl.

And the boy.

Your work here is finished.

We will not speak again in this world.

[whirring grows louder]

We start by cutting into
the cabinet room.

What if Latrom's in the cabinet room?

You can't force him to
give the alethiometer back.

I wasn't thinking about forcing him.

-You were.
-Shut up, Pan.

I was going to say, Latrom's probably
got it hidden in a safe or something.

I could distract him to give you
more time to search.

You do the cutting, I do the talking.

[girl screaming]

What's that?

[screaming for help]

-No, no, no, Tullio! Tullio!
-The Spectres must have got him.

-Come on! Come back!
-Come on!

No, Tullio. No, no, no!

No!

-I'm so sorry.
-You're sorry?

-So you did this!
-Look, look.

I've lost people, too.
I know what it feels like.

Shut up!

-Did you take the Knife?
-I never meant to hurt him.

It's not Will's fault.
He attacked us! He was going to kill us!

But you admit it!
You did this to Tullio!

-No!
-Yes, you did!

You did that to Tullio. You did that!
You see what you did?

I'm so, so sorry. Please.

-You see what you did?
-I'm sorry.

The Knife was the only thing
keeping the Spectres away from him.

We will get you.

He should have been
the Knife Bearer. Not me.

-The Knife chose you.
-But Why?

[Pan] Tullio stole the Knife
from Giacomo. He tied him up.

-He would have killed us all.
-I never wanted to fight him.

I know, Will. You had to, though.

If we could have got it
without fighting, we would.

"Now the serpent was more crafty
than any of the wild animals."

-Crafty?
-[doorbell rings]

[Zoe] Not in the lab? It's a miracle.

-That's not what you think.
-I'm not judging.

You aren't going back
to the convent, are you?

-No.
-Okay. Good.

Um...

You were right, though. About my life.
Something happened at work.

It means taking time away
from my research, so...

Finally. You really need a break.
Taking some time is a great idea.

We have friends with a cottage in Devon.

Um...

I was considering somewhere
a little bit further than Devon.

Abroad?

I might just see where life takes me.
I don't know yet.

Lyra, you ready? It's time.

-I can't see anyone.
-Do you think Giacomo's still in there?

-Do you think the Spectres got him?
-Don't think about that now.

I don't want to hurt anyone else, Lyra,
whatever they've done.

You don't have to.

You just need to cut us in there,
get the alethiometer, and cut us out.

Okay.

[door opens]

[chitters]

Yes. You were right.

Let's get to the basement.
We'll have to go lower.

Giacomo's rooms.

Come on.

-Well, do they drink in this world?
-That they do rather well.

-How did you find Malone?
-Impertinent.

Intelligent.

[glasses clinking]

Free.

I found her arrogant,
like many women in this world.

-Do you find me arrogant?
-Of course not.

Take a breath, Marisa.
You're clearly upset.

Did you know, when I was
an honorary scholar,

I achieved the highest results
in our final examination?

But because I was a woman,

I was denied a doctorate
by the Magisterium.

I've written plenty of papers.

But they're only published
if I agree to let a man...

take the credit.

What did Malone say
to upset you so much?

Hmm.

Do you know who I could have been
in this world?

What do you remember about the scandal
over my affair with Asriel?

He seduced you. And then abandoned you.

Leaving me a grieving widow.

With a child out of wedlock.

Why are we talking about Asriel?

We're not talking about Asriel.
We're talking about me.

-Okay, I'll cut here.
-Wait. No.

We're in the middle of the room.
What if Latrom's there?

Yeah.

Come here.

Will, do it somewhere around here.
Make it really small.

He's in there. He has the alethiometer.

Wish we could bash him in the head
and just take it.

I've got a better idea.

Why do you assume you're
the first person to have traveled here?

Am I not?

If you found the window,
others could have. But if you were...

Looking at what you've done,
you wouldn't deserve to be.

-That's a little unfair.
-Is it? This place is full of ideas.

Ideas our world is hungry for.
And yet you...

You have spent
your time trading trinkets.

Give me some credit. You've only seen
a fraction of what I've achieved.

I've built a company.
I've made a name for myself.

Oh, and were you hoping to add me
to your little collection of treasures?

I was hoping that this might be a life
you'd want to share.

My dear Carlo.

If you actually got me, you wouldn't
begin to know what to do with me.

[giggles]

Hmm.

[doorbell chiming]

She's here.

Bring her down.

[gasps]

Okay.

One, two, three, four...

Lyra.

-Why don't you come inside?
-Where's my alethiometer?

-Where's my knife?
-Will's got it. He's on his way.

Always close the window.

Why don't you come inside,
and we can talk about this?

Will will be here any minute now.

-[screeches]
-[gasps]

[Will gasping]

Stay back. It's going to attack.

Hello. So you must be Lyra's new friend.

-What?
-Thank you.

-Will!
-Lyra!

Lyra.

-No.
-Lyra.

The door's locked.

-You found it.
-Don't come any closer. Stay back.

-[Boreal] I thought we had a deal.
-Sit down.

-No.
-[Will] The deal's off.

I mean it. I'll cut this.

-Just give me the Knife.
-Lyra!

Here. This is yours.

-Take it.
-And why would I trust you?

-Stay back. I mean it.
-Don't you dare.

That carving is of huge
historical importance.

[clattering]

I heard you could read it.
I'd love you to show me.

And then I can tell you more about Dust,
if you want me to.

And why Asriel did What he did
to your friend Roger.

I don't want to hurt you.
I've seen what the Knife can do.

Lyra, you are special.

I know you don't believe me,
but I am only trying to protect you.

You can already read the alethiometer.

I can teach you to use that power
in other ways.

[Will] Lyra, we need to get out of here.

[Boreal] Give me the Knife
and you can leave...

Lyra, stay away from that boy.

Do you understand me?
He will do nothing but harm.

[Will] Lyra, grab the alethiometer.

[chuckles] You are so like I was.

I am nothing like you.

[grunts]

-[Pan growling]
-[screeches]

-What would your mother say?
-What?

-[continues screeching]
-[groaning]

[panting]

How is she? Your mother.

Awful to think what could happen
to someone so vulnerable.

[screeching]

[groans]

Lyra!

[Will grunts]

[knife clatters]

Lyra, I've got it. Come on!
Lyra, we need to go!

Lyra, quick!

[screeching angrily]

Lyra! Lyra!

[Lyra] Hey.

-Made you some coffee.
-Thanks.

Thank you, Will.

No problem.

Easy.

When I heard him hurting you,
I wanted to kill him.

So that was your mother.

I've never seen you like that before.

She can seem so good sometimes.

And I want to believe it, but I mustn't.

Once, she used her daemon
to hurt Pan. To hurt me.

I'm always scared
something bad's happening to my mum.

But never that she'll hurt me.

It may sound strange, but...

I hope I'm not like
either of my parents.

It didn't feel good,
acting like she did.

I hope I'm like...

Ma Costa. Or Lee Scoresby.

Lyra, you don't need to be
like anyone else.

They'd be lucky to be anything like you.

Well, now that we've got this back,

I will do nothing but
help you find your father.

Promise.

[Boreal]
You offered her the alethiometer.

Well, you failed to tell me
that they had a knife

that could cut between worlds.

They're gone.

-We can't go after them.
-We have to.

We can't.

The crossroad world we passed through...

is full of Spectres.

Spectres?

Until recently, the Knife was
guarded closely. Impossible to get to.

Now the city's deserted,
plagued by Spectres.

They consume everything
that makes us human.

-So is Lyra in danger?
-The Spectres ignore children.

Tell me more.

They attack and kill adults in seconds.

[whispers] Dust.

There's nothing to be done.
No human can survive there.

[chuckles]

You're wrong, Carlo.

Once you understand something,
you can master it.

And we have no choice but to try.

Or...

are you going to admit defeat,

and let an adolescent
take that knife from you?

Hmm?

"Deceive the Guardian."

Okay. Okay.

-This is private property.
-Yes. I'm supposed to be here.

-Where's your Latrom security pass?
-Latrom security pass.

I left it at work.
I'm sure you can make an exception.

No. Okay... Uh...
I'll just, I'll call Charles.

Mrs. Coulter?

-Yes.
-We were told to expect you together.

-He's on his way.
-Of course, Mrs. Coulter.

Thank you.

[theme song playing]