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There's a knife in a tower, surrounded by angels.

That's what Grumman discovered.

His son will lead you to it.

It must be Dust.

You have something important to do.

To the mind that is still,

the whole universe surrenders.

Dr. Grumman is an enemy of the Magisterium,

and so are you!

The Magisterium are making hell for the witches.

But all Serafina cares about is finding the girl.

She followed Asriel through.

She's safe with me.

The woman who turns children into ghosts?

I don't think so.

There's a prophecy about Lyra.

It means people will be looking for her and not all of them good.

You stole them from the guard.

- What do we do? - We get ourselves a boat.

We should be on the water by dawn.

Who's that in the tower?

There's no way in and no way out.

What is it that you want?

I'm aware you've found a doorway.

The man that made that doorway has a knife.

Bring the knife to me and I'll give you what you want.

We'll get your knife.

It won't be long before the Spectres are after you.

- I'm not scared. - That's because

you've never seen them at work.

300 years ago,

a guild of philosophers

became curious about the bond between the smallest of atoms.

They forged an instrument, a knife,

that in the hands of the right person

could cut the very fabric that joins worlds.

They christened that person The Bearer.

And the knife they called The Subtle Knife.

The Guild built a tower in the city of Cittàgazze.

A monument to the knife

which they hid within it.

They kept its powers secret, but had a choice.

Use this knife for the benefit of all existence

or just for the benefit of their own.

They chose badly,

stealing trinkets to fatten their own pockets.

A strange, evil force crept out from the shadows.

Spectres.

And then came Asriel's great tear in the sky.

And with it came a mass flood of Spectres.

A pestilence.

Those that survived fled.

The Subtle Knife was born of hope but used with greed.

And yet,

in the right hands,

it could still save us all.

How do we get up?

Well, we definitely can't climb up there.

Come on, let's go and take a closer look.

We must have missed something.

Lee, we're low on water.

Grumman has to be around here.

You know what they say,

a dead end is a new beginning.

There's something strange here. Do you feel it too?

Not so much, Hester.

I never wanted to see the sky so bad in my entire life!

We'll find him soon.

Filthy blood suckers!

Rub some jimson-weed ointment on it!

I'm three inches thick in jimson-weed.

I want to get out of this swamp. I want to see the sky.

Lee Scoresby,

we thought you'd be more hare than tortoise.

Hey!

Who is we? Are you a witch's daemon?

You'll see soon enough. Now try and keep up!

I really hope you have what I'm looking for!

Nothing's straightforward here.

Well, if he can get in, so can we.

It's like the Jordan crypt down here.

What can you see?

It looks like someone's been living here

but I... I can't see an entrance.

Then we have to think wider.

Maybe there's something over here?

This is where we isolate and observe Shadow Particles

or Dark Matter.

We call it The Cave.

So far, my colleague, Dr. Malone, has evidence of low level activity,

but the hope is to record signs of,

dare I say it, conscious behaviour.

If we succeed, we will have the power to understand

what makes up the very fabric of the known universe.

Maybe multiple universes.

Yes, it's a little incomprehensible at first, isn't it?

And you only have a few days before they shut you down?

Yes.

Although I'm hoping that...

you might be able to help us with that.

On the phone you mentioned "private interest"?

Please, do come in.

Mary, another all-nighter? Didn't you get my text?

- Sorry, you're... - Charles Latrom.

I take it you're Dr. Malone?

Er, yeah, sorry.

No, no, no, don't you worry. I can see you've had a long night.

I've always admired women with a good work ethic.

Erm, shall we sit down?

I understand from Dr. Payne that you've been making

some fascinating discoveries in the field of Shadow Matter.

I know you haven't been published,

but I'm here because I'm interested in funding your work.

You're not serious?

I am very serious.

Sorry, er...

What organisation did you say you worked for?

You're on the verge of something ground-breaking...

something that could take the theory of Dark Matter's

potential consciousness a great deal further,

and even attract defence funding,

which, as you may know, is still plentiful

and certainly not subject to those wearisome application processes.

I think this conversation is over.

Oh, well, I... I think there's more to discuss.

No, I'd like you to leave, please.

I'll see myself out.

Defence funding?!

Seriously, Oliver, what were you thinking?

I know!

We haven't exactly been inundated with offers.

We need to be realistic.

That money will allow us to continue our work.

We... we have to stop and think.

If you could see what Lyra did,

The Cave was genuinely communicating with her.

She's special, Oliver.

Where is she then?

You don't have any evidence, Mary.

I'm telling you that what we're dealing with here is

powerful beyond our comprehension.

We can't let that fall into the wrong hands.

No, Mary, what we're dealing with here

is the fact that you haven't slept in weeks.

It's like a maze down here!

Maybe we're looking for a tunnel if it's underground?

Lyra.

An angel.

Will!

Will!

What have you found?

It's this door. Look, it matches the angels on the tower.

Come on.

Care to tell me where we're headed?

I hope there's a bacon sandwich at the other end!

Oh!

Good.

You're here.

Who are you?

They call me Jopari.

But I've had a few names in my time.

Well, I'm looking for a Doctor Stanislaus Grumman,

is that one of them?

It is, yes.

But call me Jopari for now.

Mr. Jopari, my name's Lee Scoresby.

I'm from the country of Texas.

You're a long way from home, Mr. Scoresby.

Well, there are strange winds blowing through the world now, sir.

Do you like soup?

Maybe a bacon sandwich?

Mr. Jopari, I've come here humbly to ask for your help.

I have reason to believe you're in possession of an item that

confers protection on anyone who holds it...

You're wrong, Mr. Scoresby, you didn't come to me.

I summoned you.

Yeah, I beg your pardon. I've risked life and limb

and my perfect complexion through swamps and snow to get here.

- You didn't summon me! - Here.

This was my mother's.

It brought you here.

I... I haven't seen this for 20 years. I don't understand.

You've travelled a long way. You must be hungry.

Who the hell do you think you are?

Sit down, Mr. Scoresby, and I'll tell you.

Who do you think owns this place?

They're a group called The Guild.

Angelica told me about them.

Stay close, Pan.

You're not scared, are you?

- Pan! - Okay!

- I'll go first. - No. I'll go first...

seeing as all this is my fault.

Seeing as it's your fault, you've got to do as I say.

Centuries ago,

some pig-headed philosophers invented a tool...

for their own undoing.

A Subtle Knife, also known as Æsahættr.

This knife could cut not just flesh, but spirit.

It could slice between worlds, it could kill immortals.