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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...
Oi! Cheat!
Lyra!
Sorry, Mrs. Woodridge! I'll help you clean it later!
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 canny, 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, alright!
Quickly.
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 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.
- Are your hands clean? - Yes, sir.
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 are 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.
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!
So this isn't stupid.
Alright, 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.
Alright. 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.
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 ...
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 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!
You're 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 cramped... - 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?
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 discussed this evening will remain private.
Even from the Magisterium.
Jordan College will not become a channel for gossip,
rumors 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 twelve 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.
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.
As you can see, the figure of the man is now perfectly visible.
But, I'd like you to turn your attention to the child.
You can't see the child clearly because the child does not attract Dust.
Which, given the nature of Dust, is precisely the point, is it not?
We, as adults, are surrounded by Dust.
In fact, we're almost consumed by it. But children...
it seems, are not.
Gentleman, I believe this is proof that Dust is exclusively attracted to adults.
Just as the Magisterium has always suspected.
My next discovery, however, may be considered even more heretical.
Asriel! Be very careful!
Oh, that's only where it begins to get exciting, Master.
In one of his last messages to the Academy in Berlin,
Grumman made reference to a certain natural phenomenon
only seen in the lands of the North.
I believe this is what he was referring to.
I took this photogram a few days ago.
The Aurora. The Northern Lights.
Yes, that's right. When seen with the ordinary emulsion.
But, I'd like you to look at it again, using mine.
- A city in the sky. - What's that?
That looks beautiful.
A myriad of worlds, of which The Magisterium controls only one.
A myriad of worlds made visible
only through that most distasteful of substances, Dust.
Clear the room! None of us can hear this!
I'm afraid you have to hear this Master.
These are heretical discussions!
Necessary discussions; I believe Grumman found evidence
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