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"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 Cittagazee."
"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,"
"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 take a closer look. We must have missed something.
Lee, we are 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. You can feel it, too.
Not so much, Hester.
I never wanted to see the sky so bad my entire life.
We'll find him soon.
Bloodsuckers
Rub some Jimson Weed ointment on it.
I'm three inches thick in Jimson weed
I want to get out of the swamp. I want to see the sky.
Lee Scoresby.
We thought you'd be more hare than tortoise.
Hey!
Who's we? You are 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 straightforward here.
Well, if he can get in, so can we.
It's like the Jordan's crypt down here.
- What can you see? - Looks like someone's been living here,
but 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 behavior."
"If we succeed, we will have the power to understand what makes up"
"the very fabric of the known universe."
"Maybe multiple universes."
"Yes, I mean, it's a little incomprehensible at first."
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?
- Oh, sorry. You are... - Charles Latrom.
- I take it you are Dr. Malone? - Yeah, sorry.
No, no, no. Don't you worry. I see you've had a long night.
I've always admired women with a good work ethic.
Should 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'm very serious. - Sorry.
What organization did you say you work for?
You're on the verge of something groundbreaking
something that could take the theory of dark matter's
potential consciousness a great deal further,
and even attract defense funding,
which, as you may know, is still plentiful
and certainly not subject to those wearisome application processes.
I think this conversation is over.
Well, I think there's more to discuss.
No, I'd like you to leave, please.
I'll see myself out.
Defense funding?
Seriously, Oliver, what were you thinking?
I know. We ain't exactly been inundated with offers.
We need to be realistic. That money will allow us to continue our work.
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,
and if there's a bacon sandwich at the other end?
Good,
- you're here. - Who are you?
They call me Jopari but I've had a few names in my time.
I'm looking for a Dr. Stanislaus Grumman, is that one of them?
It is, yes,
but call me Jopari for now.
Mr. Jopari My name is Lee Scoresby.
I'm from the country of Texas.
You're a long way from home, Mr. Scoresby.
Well, they're strange winds blowing through the world now, sir.
Do you like soup?
Maybe a bacon sandwich.
Mr. Jopari, we have 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.
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 haven't seen this for 20 years. I don't understand.
You've traveled 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 are not scared, are you? - Pan!
Okay.
- I'll go first. - No.
I'll go first... seeing 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 Aesahattr.
This Knife could cut not just flesh, but spirit.
It could slice between worlds, it could kill immortals.
You have this knife, do you?
No. But I want to find the person who does.
I believe a new bearer of The Subtle Knife is soon to take up the mantle.
We need to find them and take them to Lord Asriel.
- Asriel? - You know him?
- I don't like Asriel. - Like him?
Who does? This is much, much bigger than that.
Don't confuse the man with the mission.
Mr Scoresby, there are two forces that have always been at war with each other
those who repress, who command,
who don't want us to be conscious, enquiring beings;
and those who want us to know more, to be stronger and wiser, to explore.
And those two forces are lining up to battle as we speak.
And if the right side has any chance of success, Asriel will need The Knife.
That may well be.
But I come here for one reason. And that's a girl named Lyra.
Not to help her father.
She's the best person I know and she's in danger.
If you don't have the knife and you can't help her, I'll be on my way
- You love this girl? - Yes,
more than Asriel. He just left her to fend for herself.
Imagine, leaving your kid like that.
I never had a daughter. I haven't been that lucky.
But if I did, I hope she'd be half as strong and brave and good.
I did.
You did what?
I left my boy,
my son.
He's hurt!
Who are you?
My name is Giacomo Paradisi. I am The Bearer.
- The Bearer? - There's a boy hiding in this Tower.
- He stole the knife from me! - Quick, help me with these.
The Knife!
Who are you? Why are you here?! What do you want?!
- Look, we need that knife. - Careful, Lyra.
It's ok. Just, just calm down.
No, it's mine! Get out!!
Will!
Lyra, help him!
I've got the knife!
Don't touch him!!
Fight! Fight boy! Fight!
You! You get out of here while you still can!
Your fingers...
"Will?"
I think he's waking up
You're back!
- Where am I? - We're in Giacomo's Quarters.
Drink it all.
- What is it? - Plum Brandy.
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