03x04 - Lyra and Her Death

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Excuse me.

Is this the land of the dead?

Just tell us where you're going.

It's like they're being
pulled forward by something.

Pan. Stop that.

What's he doing?

This is what we are expecting.

Then where
are everyone's daemons?

We've been in plenty of worlds
without daemons before.

Just get into my pocket
and we'll be fine.

There are people here
who should have daemons,

but don't.

Is he okay?

He's fine.

Doesn't seem it.

- You seen that before?
- No.

Are we in the wrong place?

This has to be right.
It has to be it. Come on.

Stop right there.

Halt.

Oh. Hello.

Delighted to see you again.

Please, tell the Cardinal
that Mrs. Coulter is back.

Good. This is good.

No. No. Stop!
Everyone stop.

You. Yes, I'm talking to you.
You aren't dead.

It was an accident.
We were being chased

by some men and we just sort
of found ourselves here.

If you're not dead,
you're not welcome.

Listen.
We've traveled a long way.

I need to find my friend
before it's too late.

First you were chased by men,

now you're looking
for friendship?

Well, you won't find
that here, liar.

Go to holding area 32.

Give them this.

How long do we wait?

Until you die, of course.

Go!

What does it say?

This has to be the place.

We need to find the water
and we need to cross it.

I do hope we sustained
no lasting damage

after our previous meeting.

I was simply trying
to protect my daughter.

You had such a lot to say
last time we spoke.

All sorts of beautiful words
about escape and stupidity

and mistakes. All words fed
to you by the Cardinal, I know.

Father President.

- I beg your pardon?
- He is not the Cardinal.

He is Father President.

And they were not his words,
they were mine.

Oh, yes. I have known obsession
like yours.

Have you?

I don't think
you understand faith.

Father Gomez,
you are a very young man.

Did you not think we knew
you were coming? Back to us.

Where you belong.

I find it very hard to judge
what the Magisterium knows

and doesn't know.

Its "faith" always seems
to get in the way.

Who?

It's Father Gomez.
I have with me...

It's me, Hugh.

Or do you only answer
to Father President now?

Come on.
Let us in.

Come.

After you.

Mrs. Coulter.

Is the boy staying?

Thank you, Father Gomez.

Good.

Then it's just the two of us.

You are under arrest, of course.

How disappointing.

For deliberate concealment...

There really is no need.
I'm here to help.

You have prevented us
from finding Eve...

If you'll let me finish.

I came here voluntarily.

As soon as I could escape
from Asriel's fortress, I did.

Look at my clothes, Hugh.

I even brought you a piece
of his technology,

which I'm sure your scholars
will be delighted to drool over.

All that matters...
is the child.

My... child.

The alethiometer was quite clear
on who she is

and what she might bring to us.

Are you still hurting yourself?

I made you Cardinal.
I did that to earn your trust,

and in return,
you have betrayed me.

I betrayed you?

- She is sin!
- No.

She is the potential of it,
and I wasn't unaware of this,

and I had my own solution...

- You had nothing of the sort!
- To keep her safe until the danger passed.

- Your lies are contemptible.
- And you came along and destroyed everything!

What danger did you think
you were keeping her safe from?

Eden fell not when Eve
came into being,

but when she was tempted.

Somewhere out there
is a tempter, a serpent.

And I had to keep them
from meeting.

I had her,
I had the boy, I had it all.

And then you sent your troops
and scared them away.

I assume Fra Pavel told you
about a Kn*fe?

A w*apon so powerful it can k*ll
the Authority himself.

I broke that Kn*fe.

It was I who tamed it.

So do not underestimate
what I can still do for you.

Trust me to advise you,
as I once did.

Concentrate on the battles
that need to be fought

and leave Lyra
and her temptation to me.

Is Asriel still
actively searching for the girl?

She never held
much of his interest.

The Kn*fe attracted him.

But now it is broken.
He sees only his w*r.

And the way he is fighting,
Hugh, it's...

terrifying.

You know, I think
I saw him m*rder an angel

in front of my eyes.

An angel?

An angel came to Asriel?

Yes.

And he would hurt such a thing?

He would hurt anything that came

into his path.

I tell you there is madness
upon him

and that is why I came, Hugh,
to give you what I could.

Then you are with us
for the fight, hmm?

Against Asriel? Against Dust?

You doubt me?

Sometimes, your devotion is hard
to read, Marisa.

You have my mind...

my body and my soul.

And I thank
the Authority himself...

that we have you leading
the Magisterium

and not Cardinal Sturrock.

He could
never resist temptation...

whereas you...
your abstinence is magnificent.

Remember what we did together.

Our lives are entwined.

Papers?

Go to Holding Area 507.

Another holding area?

Not another holding area, no.
Holding Area 507.

Five-zero-seven,
that's the important bit.

Where is it?

Just ask. Everybody's waiting,
same as you.

- Good evening.
- For you. A peace offering.

And what exactly is that?

Does it fold out into a cage?

It's how we found you.

A kind... gift.

Really?

Mother.

She was only too happy to help.

Of course she was.

Hmm.

She always had such grace.

Hello, Mrs. Coulter.

You see, that's the problem
with insects.

They get everywhere.

Oh, I am the least
of your problems.

Did he send you?

Yes. I followed you
into the Intention Craft.

So, are you here to spy
or to help?

What's your plan?

What, so you can relay
my every move to Asriel?

- I don't think so.
- I can't.

My lodestone resonator
was damaged during your escape.

Interesting. So, in fact,
it's you who needs me?

You intend to k*ll them
before they k*ll Lyra.

And if they k*ll you first?

You risk yourself very easily.

What do you know of this place?

What have you seen?

Come on. You have no choice.

Without me, you have
no Intention Craft.

And without the Intention Craft,
you can't return to Asriel.

What have you seen?

I've been following
Father Gomez.

He seems particularly interested
in one room.

It feels like we should
just keep walking.

They're staring, aren't they?

Yeah, they're staring
and saying nothing.

Feels like
we're in a horror film.

Why would you want
to watch a film

that makes you feel horrible?

You make a good point.

I liked the film with the bear.

Who are you?

We're travelers.

We're headed
to the land of the dead.

Yeah. Well,
we're on the same path.

Please.
We don't know what we're doing.

And you seem vaguely friendly.

We just really need to know
what the rules are here.

Okay.

You can come in.

Thank you.

So...

- introduce yourselves.
- Hi, I'm Lyra. This is Will.

We won't disturb you any more
than we need to.

But we're looking for my friend,
he's in the land of the dead

and we don't know
if this is a part of it,

or how to get to it.

So if any of you
could tell us anything,

we'd really appreciate it.

Why haven't their deaths
told them where to be?

Larissa.

- They've come to us for help.
- Well, they shouldn't need it.

Talk to your deaths.

We don't have deaths.

- 'Cause we're not dead.
- Okay. Take a seat.

You're not dead either, right?

All of you in the holding area.

Our death hovers close by
a... and guides us.

We will welcome it.
We're ready, but...

- it's not ready to take us yet.
- What's a death?

They don't know anything.

Everyone has a death.

It goes everywhere with them,
all their life long.

- Isn't that scary?
- Not at all, dear.

It's natural.

Your death comes into the world
with you...

And it's your death
that takes you out.

There's love in that.

- Can you see our death?
- No, love. Just our own.

Hmm. When you're ready...

they say it's beautiful.

Your death says,
"Easy now, easy child,

you come along with me,"
and you go with them

to the boat and the boatman.

That's what I saw in my dream.
That's where we need to go.

Oh,
you're not going to get there

without your death.

If you just tell us where it is,
we'll stop bothering you.

We don't know where it is,
or what's on the other side.

No one knows
'cause no one's ever come back.

The only way you're going
to cross the water

and go to the land of the dead
is with your own deaths.

Invite them to you in kindness
and friendship.

And they will come.

Breakfast.

I have no need of breakfast.
I must pray.

Where is the chapel
in this citadel?

Mrs. Coulter,
you were expected

to stay in your room.

No. I am looking for the chapel.
I need to repent my sins.

You can pray in your room
just as easily as you can

in a chapel.

No, I find the Authority
speaks loudest to me

in his own house.

Well, if you wish
to go to chapel,

you must go
at the allotted time.

Oh. Damn. Really?

Well, now that I'm here,
you don't mind if I take

a look around, do you?

Oh.

No.
They are not very interesting.

If you won't stop...

You'll do what exactly?

- I'll fetch support.
- Good.

We all need support.

Go on.

- Morning.
- Morning.

Dr. Cooper.

How wonderful...

and unexpected
you're still in employment.

In fact, how wonderful
to see you alive.

I'm afraid I rather presumed
you weren't.

Hugh MacPhail,

picking up
all my best cast offs.

Now, what are we working
on here?

Oh, this is all restricted,

- I'm afraid, Mrs. Coulter.
- Dr. Cooper...

you have always been so kind
to me.

I see no reason
why you should stop now?

Well, you were...
always kind back.

Besides, the Cardinal...

Father President and I hide
nothing from each other.

You need not worry.

Now,
this is a resonating chamber

of some kind, am I right?

Ah. Interesting.

Used part of our design
for the daemon guillotine.

In fact, more than just a part.

Now, why would you be working
on that still?

And...

this.

What does it read?

It reads
something which allows it.

Dr. Cooper...

are you building a b*mb?

- You don't understand...
- Oh, but I do.

Oh, it's directional
in some way.

What determines its direction?

The Authority.

Well, that's not true. Is it?

Oh. They're here for me.

Not you.
But you already knew that. Ooh!

What a fascinating position
we find ourselves in.

Gomez.

Lyra, what are you doing?

She said we need
to invite our death.

I mean, if I get my head
in the state it's in,

when I read the alethiometer,
she'll come to me.

Be careful.

Wait.

Can we talk about this?

Talk about what?
We already decided.

I know, but summoning death?

Do you even know
what that means?

No. Of course not.
But we've come all this way.

Maybe this isn't the right thing
to do.

But we are doing it.
It's what we came here to do.

It's not too late
to turn around.

With the Kn*fe,
we'll find our way back home.

You were on my side.

I thought I was by your side.

Neither of you understand,
do you?

I never got a chance
to say goodbye to Roger.

I never got a chance to say
I'm sorry.

All I want to do is make things
as good as I can.

Even if I have to die doing so.

Lyra...

she's here.

You're my death.

Yes.

You're here to take me?

You wanted me. I'm here.

I need to talk to her alone.

I... I can't see
who you're talking to.

Of course you can't. She's mine.

Follow me.

I'll be back. Don't worry.

Authority... thank you
for answering my prayers...

for delivering to me the means
with which to win this w*r.

Only through your love...

and your guidance...

will I find the strength
to do what must be done...

To lead us into salvation.

Follow him.

The hair. We are certain
this is the child's?

Fra Pavel is certain.

Is there enough of it,
Dr. Cooper?

This will be ample.

How soon can it be ready?

A matter of days.

Thank you, Father Gomez,
that will be all.

You are quite sure

that once set in motion,
the b*mb will find the girl?

Each individual is unique.

There are codes within us,
anbaric pulses.

We use these...

to aim this device.

The hair, wherever it might be,
will want to be made whole.

It will be merciless
in this pursuit.

No matter where the girl may be?

Whichever world
she is in, forgive my heresy,

the b*mb should find Lyra.

Are you still here?

You keep appearing
and disappearing.

I'm always here.

I've followed you
your entire life.

I am a special devoted friend,
who's been beside you

every moment of your life...

who knows you better
than anyone.

That's not true.

Who knows you better
than even you know yourself.

We need to make a deal.

I'm not sure I can make a deal.

Look, I know I'm not deceased.

But I need to go
to the land of the dead

and I need to see someone there,
and I need to get back.

Will you help me?

Eventually, child, you will go
to the land of the dead

with no effort... no risk.

A safe and calm journey.

But there is no reason
to rush there.

But I need to.

So does Will.

We both had people taken away
from us too soon,

and we both need to make amends.

Well, everyone wishes
they could speak again

to those who have gone.

Why should there be
an exception for you?

Because...

if you've been with me
my whole life...

you knew this question
was coming.

And if you've truly been
with me...

you know the answer to it.

I have followed you.

I have seen your choices.

You saw him die? Roger die?

I did.

I don't want to be exceptional.

Maybe once I did.

My parents,
that's all they care about.

I just want to be good.
I just want to help someone.

And Roger needs me.

And I wasn't there
the last time he needed me.

Look at me.

Loot at my heart.

Help me.

I will be your guide,
Lyra Silver tongue.

I will show you the way in.

But once you are there...

the other side is not my place.

So, as for getting out again,

you'll have to manage
that by yourself.

Ngau.

Wait. Wait!

You're back.

- Is she still...
- Close by? Yeah.

What did she say?

Can she see my death?

You can't see his death,
can you?

No. And nor will he.

You can't see your death
until you're ready to.

Until it's time.

Only you can see your death.
When it's the right time.

My death's gonna take us
to the water. If you're ready.

Am I ready?

I hope so.

I need you to be.

You take me to the best places,
you know that?

Cheers.

Mm.

What else is there left to do?

You came here
to protect her, but instead

- gave them the fuse to a b*mb.
- Arrogance.

Sheer arrogance.
I underestimated them.

We must leave.
Return to Asriel.

Once he knows
what they are doing...

He'll do what?

He may...
He will intervene.

Will he?

You know, you're right.

I did come here to k*ll them
before they k*ll her.

And I will not let them have
another chance.

We've already stunted
their b*mb.

We need to get back.

No.

Because they will find
another way,

then another and another.

This has to stop now.

We must find
the Intention Craft.

What do you intend?

You're walking slower
with every step, you know that?

It's not too late
to change your mind.

I don't want to change my mind.

Mom used to have this phrase,

"Nothing's fixed
until you fix it."

Look, if you don't want to come,
it's okay. I can go alone.

I didn't spend months
searching for you

so I could wave you off
at the gates of hell.

I don't think it's hell.

Looks a bit like hell.
But it's not.

I just want to be sure
you're sure.

- I am.
- Look, sometimes we do things,

we get places and we forget
how we got there.

I know how I got here, Will.

And what if we don't come back?

Then we will have d*ed doing
something important.

Follow me.

We're clean.

Stop right there! Hey!

- Oi!
- Stop there!

This way.

The Intention Craft
is just ahead.

You didn't think
I was having you watched?

- You have no choice, Marisa.
- You will still k*ll her.

- No matter what I do.
- On that... I have no choice.

Then I have a statement to make.

I wish to stand trial

for the m*rder
of Cardinal Sturrock.

A m*rder I conspired on
with your Father President.

A man who sins with every fiber
of his being.

Liar!

You know I'm telling the truth.

And I will make the same claim

in front
of the Consistorial Court.

You have no rights here!

You're a wanton woman,
who has always wanted

what she didn't have.
Your husband was k*lled

by your lover,
the heretic Asriel

and your illegitimate child
was abandoned

- until she became sin itself.
- I have changed.

You have not, Hugh.
You need be stopped.

Hugh? Who is this "Hugh"?
I am your Father President.

You will address me
as Father President...

or Your Grace.

- Do you understand me?
- I'm sorry?

This is where your loyalty lies?

Not with that above?

Not with truth, but with power?

You disappoint me, Father Gomez.

Get her out of here.

No. No, no. You cannot do this.

You call yourself a holy man?

How do you think
your Authority looks on you now?

Huh? A man of hate surrounded
by haters who worship you.

You pig of the cloth.

- Disgusting...
- Stop her noise!

This is what you really are.
An incoherent, emotional woman.

Why should anyone trust you?

You can barely string
a sentence together.

Such beauty.

Such true, enticing beauty.

And now, I will give your beauty

what it has always lacked...

Grace.

I don't know how you took
the hair from us.

But you didn't take all of it.

We still have enough left
for our purposes.

And when we sever your daemon...

You will be the b*llet...

to k*ll Lyra Belacqua.

And to save us all... from sin.

Take her to the cellars...

and bring her daemon to me.

Good evening.

I am so grateful
to have you with us.

Leave all belongings,
and come on board.

Will he understand?

We need passage
across the water.

Oh, I'm sorry.

One of your party is unsuitable
for travel at this time.

Only one?

- No, that's...
- We have to follow the rules.

No passage. Not for him.

- But he is me.
- If you come, he must stay.

I don't think you understand.
If we separate, we die.

But isn't that what you want?

No. That's not right.

I don't leave part
of myself behind.

- Why should she?
- Yes, you do.

Absolutely, you do.

It's her misfortune or luck
to be able to see and talk

to the part she must leave.

- We need to go...
- You will not know until you are on the water,

and by that time,
fortunately or unfortunately,

it will be too late for you
to do anything about it.

But you must all leave that part
of yourselves here.

The rules are very clear.

- Now, come on board and let's get going.
- We're gonna get on the boat.

- Don't worry.
- Lyra, you're not listening to him. He won't let us.

Songs to keep
you entertained as we cross.

Look. He can come on the boat.
He fits everywhere.

And we've always
traveled together.

No one's ever had
any problem with it.

- So I don't see how...
- He can come in the boat.

But if he does,
the boat stays here.

Is this how it works?
I can pull it.

Only I can pull the boat.

Sorry.

We can't separate.
We can't.

Pan. No! Pan.

You're risking everything.

- When will she see him again?
- Hmm.

- Please, Pan...
- She won't.

How can you be
so sure this is the right thing?

And when we leave,
will we come back this way?

I've taken millions across.
None have come back.

- We've come so far, but we might not survive.
- We will.

You don't know Lyra
and you don't know me,

but we'll find a way,
another way.

So, since we're doing that,
be kind, Boatman.

Let her take her daemon.

It's not a rule you can break.

It's a law.

Like this one.

You can't do this.

You see, I can't tilt my hand
and make the water fly upwards.

No more than
I can take her daemon

to the land of the dead.

You might have to make
an exception, just this once.

How many ages do you think
I've been ferrying people?

Do you think
if anything could hurt me

it wouldn't have
happened already?

Do you think the people I carry
come with me gladly?

No, they struggle,
they cry, they bribe,

they thr*aten, they fight,
nothing works.

I find it helps
to be cheery and compliant.

I am both those things.

I encourage you to be the same.

I'm sorry. I truly am.

But if she comes,
she does so alone.

I don't wanna leave you here.

We can still turn around.

- But I can't not do this.
- You can, Lyra.

What about Roger and Sal?

They never got a chance
to grow up.

But it's not
Roger and Sal, is it?

And Roger's dead and Sal's gone.

And it won't be Lyra and Pan.

You're leaving me here alone.

What will I do?

But our dreams...

I didn't have those dreams.

They were your dreams.
I didn't even want to come here.

This is your choice.

But we're together...

Not if you do this.

Please.
I can't betray Roger.

It's my fault he's dead.
Now he needs me.

I need you too.

Why can't you see that?

- Where will I go?
- I'll find you.

Okay? I will go to the land
of the dead and I'll come back

and I'll find you.
I'm not leaving you.

Okay? I'm not leaving you.
Not forever.

Will and me will find
a way out of here.

And we'll go to Asriel's.

Somehow you've got
to get there too.

But I have to do this.

Then you've made up your mind.

You've chosen Roger over me.

No, Pan. Please, don't.
Don't do this.

Please.

- Please. There's no other way.
- I've got to.

I love you.

Just... go.

My heart. My...