His Dark Materials

Come on.

Open the bloody door!

What in the world?

This is lyra and pantalaimon.

Asriel...

I hereby invoke the privilege of scholastic sanctuary.

Scholastic sanctuary?

Jordan college is a place of learning.

It is not suitable for a child.

Outside of the college, she is not safe.

I have no choice.

I have no choice.

You keep her safe.

- Lyra, the rules are simple. - We know the rules, pan.

- You don't obey the rules. - It doesn't mean I don't know 'em.

- We need to win this time. - Just count us down.

Three, two, one.

Oi! Cheat!

Lyra!

Sorry, Mrs. Woodbridge.

I'll help you clean it later.

- Watch yourself! - Oi, lyra!

Lyra! Class!

Phys-ed, master!

Sharpen the body, sharpen the mind!

Roger! This way.

- I know a shortcut. - Are you sure?

Lyra! Lyra, will you wait?

That's the last time I listen to you, salcilia!

Lyra!

Cheat. You know I hate it down here.

Lyra?

Lyra?

Boo!

These coffins got skeletons in 'em.

All coffins got skeletons in 'em, Roger.

That's sort of the point.

Yeah, but I can see these skeletons.

Only the ones with the open caskets.

Makes you wonder what's inside the ones that are closed.

I... I wasn't thinking that.

Why do daemons disappear when you die,

and yet humans leave these nasty skeletons behind?

Do you ever think about what animal pan will settle as,

when he stops changing form?

I think about it.

Pan and I talk about it.

- Pan thinks he'll be a lion. - I don't.

I think he'll settle as a sloth or a Guinea pig.

You said you wanted something cunning, like a fox.

And you? What do you think salcilia will settle as?

Oh.

A house Martin, or a house cat?

- Then let's drink on that. - Drink...

Lyra!

Lyra!

We should go!

The storm is upon us!

Not yet.

We should have enough time.

I need one more.

We have it. Find us a way off the mountain.

- Pack up. Quickly. - Yes, yes. All right.

Favor your right side down the face.

Thorold! This is the one. I think we've got it.

I know the magisterium have never ventured this far north,

but really, I feel we're pushing our luck here.

Jordan college are going to take some convincing.

I have to be certain of what we have before I stand in front of them.

Come on. Here.

Here we...

- Are your hands clean? - Yes, sir.

There we go.

We'll let the storm blow itself out.

It's finally time for us to put on a show for the scholars.

We'll head south in the morning.

But we're taking a friend.

If I can't convince them, he will.

"Eyes will be opened,

and your daemons will assume their true form.

And ye shall be as gods, knowing good and evil."

Lyra, if you could try to stay awake...

I am. I'm listening. I'm listening.

I'm a god, knowing good and evil.

"As gods," lyra.

The magisterium wouldn't approve of blasphemy.

I thought we were protected by scholastic sanctuary.

Yes. A privilege we had to earn, and one we must not abuse.

Without scholastic sanctuary, you wouldn't be here, and nor would I.

You would do well to remember that, lyra.

- Now then... - Lyra, it's your uncle.

Ah. Here.

Finally. Now I'll get to go to the north with him.

Lyra, don't do anything stupid.

Librarian?

Will you read me that fascinating piece

on the serpent's motivation in the garden of Eden again?

I don't exist to entertain you, lyra.

- And the magisterium wouldn't approve... - Please?

Where is it?

Ah. We put it up here, didn't we?

Now, where is it?

Now, there you go.

Ah. Thank you, Serena. There you go.

Lyra?

Lyra?

So, this isn't stupid?

All right. You've had your fun.

Not yet, I haven't.

He's here. Asriel.

It's time.

No, lyra. Don't!

The retiring room is expressly forbidden.

Not for family reunions.

All right, that was close.

- Is this the tokay? - Yes, master.

A 1938, as you ordered.

Lord asriel was most partial to that, as I remember.

Good. Now leave me, please.

Do it.

Now.

Pan...

We don't know what he put in it.

If he was innocent, why'd he send the Butler away?

The master's a good man.

And he's always been kind to us.

He's poisoning my uncle, pan.

Master ordered it decanted especially for you, my lord.

Wren, iwasn't expecting to be disturbed.

There are only three dozen bottles left of the '38.

All good things pass away.

Oh.

Oh. My lord.

We should rest.

If this evening goes as expected, we won't sleep for a while.

Lyra? Lyra, what the hell are you doing?

Let go of me and I'll tell you.

I will break your arm first.

The wine was poisoned.

I saw the master poison your wine.

- You saw him. - Yes.

He added white powder

and pan thinks it's me being dramatic, but...

See? I ain't lying.

Why would the master poison you? I thought he was our friend.

That was clumsy, wasn't it?

- Yes. - Someone tries to kill you,

and you just destroy the evidence?

Keep your voice down.

Someone probably tries to kill me, and yes, I destroyed the evidence.

Surely you should be doing something.

I am doing something.

I'm wondering why the master would want to do that to me.

I'm sure he had a good reason.

To be honest with you, if I were him, I'd be afraid of me.

I have waited for over a year to see you...

And nothing.

- You're infuriating. - And you're tenacious.

Or at least you used to be.

- Now, do you want a job? - No.

You might find it a little bit cramped in there.

- I don't want a job. - I want you to spy on the master.

Everything he does, but particularly, whenever dust is mentioned.

You think you can do that?

Quickly. Someone's coming. Good girl.

Come on. Quickly, now.

If you make a noise, I will not save you.

- You're on your own. Do you understand? - Yeah.

Bit of an accident, I'm afraid.

Such a shame.

Only three dozen bottles left, apparently.

Whatever we discuss this evening will remain private.

- Hear, hear! - Even from the magisterium.

Jordan college will not become a channel for gossip,

rumors, and dangerous controversy.

- The pursuit of knowledge... - Exactly.

And our academic freedom is too precious to risk.

Hear, hear!

Lord asriel.

Thank you, master.

As some of you already know,

I set out for the north some 12 month ago,

on a diplomatic mission to the king of lap land.

At least, that's what I was pretending to be doing.

In actual fact, my real aim was to go further north still,

right onto the ice,

to try and discover what had happened to the grumman expedition.

This is the first of the discoveries I made.

I took this photogram with a standard silver nitrate emulsion.

However, I took two photo grams that day.

The second one with a specially prepared emulsion.

- Where does that light come from? - But it isn't light.

- It's dust. - Dust?

What's dust?

I need to see what he's showing them.

Gentlemen, it is dust.

It registers as light on the plate because particles of dust

react with this emulsion in the same way

that photons of light react

with the standard silver nitrate emulsion.