His Dark Materials

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's 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!

Mind yourself!

Lyra!

Lyra! Class!

Phys-ed, Master! Sharpen the body, sharpen the mind!

Roger! This way. I know a short cut! 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 have got skeletons in them.

All coffins have got skeletons in them,

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 wasn't thinking that.

No.

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 will 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 marten 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 to find us a way off the mountain.

Pack up. Yes, yes, all right! Quickly.

Favour 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 are... 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 we are.

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.

Lyra! It's your uncle. Now then, where were we.

Ah, yes.

Finally, 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 motivations 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, yes.

We put it up here, didn't we?

Now, where is it?

Ah, there we go.

Ah,

thank you, Serena.

There you go.

Lyra?

Lyra!

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.

The 1938, as you ordered.

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

Good. Now leave me, please.

Um...

Do it!

Now!

Pan.

We don't know what he put in it.

If it was innocent, why did he send the Butler away?

The Master's a good man.

He's always been kind to us.

He's poisoning my Uncle, Pan.

The Master ordered it decanted especially for you, my Lord.

Ren, I wasn'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...

You 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 destroy 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!

For nothing.

You're infuriating!

And you're tenacious. 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.

Do you think you can do that?

But... 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,

rumours and dangerous controversy.

The pursuit of knowledge

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 Lapland.

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

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

right on to 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 standard silver nitrate emulsion.

However, I took two photograms that day -

the second one with a specially prepared emulsion.

Where does that light come from?

It isn't light.

It's Dust.

What?! Dust?! It can't be!

What's Dust?

Sh, 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