03x03 - The Intention Craft

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Lyra!

Lyra, can you hear me?

Roger!

Lyra!

- Roger!
- Lyra!

Just tell me

where you are and I'll find you!

The land of the dead.

What is it?

It's nothing.

Then what woke you?

I've slept enough.

Was it another nightmare?

No.

- Then what?
- Just...

too much to think about.

Roger needs us.

I need to go
to the land of the dead

and put things right.

You mean we need to.

Whatever happens...

we'll be together.

Help me to understand...
what happened.

There were unexpected forces
around the girl.

- Unexpected forces?
- D... Dark forces.

Our soldiers saw
the boy and the girl

disappear in thin air.

I believe it would take
more than manpower to...

eradicate her.

That child
cannot be allowed to live.

Sir, your prisoner is awake.

Very good.

Quite a thing
to see you like this.

Hello, Asriel.

Hmm.

You should find this
a touch more comfortable.

Not that comfortable.

You don't need to tie me up, Asriel.

You are my prisoner.

You're enjoying this aren't you?

Still the same man.

You could be standing here
beside me you know?

I gave you the choice
in that mountain top

and you turned me down.

Nope. Not the same man.

Even more petty.

I think I'm rather unchanged.

I've done exactly
as I said I would.

But you, you went back for her.

And failed.

Is she here?

You still wear this?

No, she's not.

- Listen to me, she's in danger...
- No.

No, I...

Asriel, she's our daughter
and the Magisterium

- want her dead.
- I think you'll find

they want the pair
of us dead too.

Do you know
what they say she is?

- Hokum. Religious Hokum.
- Eve.

- Asriel.
- How could you and I...

...have produced another Eve?

Well, the witches believe
the same.

Wretched girl should have stayed

in Jordan college, and done
as she was told.

Fuss she has caused

is out of proportion
with any of her merits...

Remember who you're talking to.

I do know you, Asriel.

You don't mean any
of those words.

Do not presume to tell me
what I mean.

You're right.

I failed.

And now you're the only one
who can help her.

I have someone with her.

- With Lyra?
- Mm-hmm.

One of our best.

She'll bring her here,
when the time is right.

So, she's safe?

You promise me she's safe?

My word.

That girl has cast

quite a spell on you,
hasn't she?

- Eyes on.
- Yes, sir.

- Has the worst of it worn off?
- Feels like it.

What she did to you...

it's unforgiveable.

You seem different.

So do you.

- You're staring
- I know.

I just didn't think
I'd see you again.

Thank you for coming.

How long have you been there?

I haven't been hiding.
You just haven't been looking.

- Why are you following us?
- I am a member

of Lord Asriel's Republic.

I am here for you. And the girl.
And your Kn*fe.

You're not in charge here,
we are.

Lyra and I need to talk
in private.

How do I know you won't just
cut into another world?

Don't you trust us?

What do you think?

Fine.

If I haven't got it,
I can't use it.

Is that really a good idea?
Won't she steal the Kn*fe?

- It's broken.
- What? How?

When I tried to get you.

It broke when you were
with my mother?

She made me think of my mother.

And as I did, it broke.

I left a window open
to your world

but I think we're stuck.

This might help.

Always seems to come back to me.

What happened to you, Will?

I woke up and you were gone
and she was there and...

I shouldn't have left you.

- If I hadn't of left you...
- That's not what I'm saying.

I just suddenly knew
where he was.

Your father?

You found him?

Then he was gone.

sh*t by a soldier.

Don't know why.

I'm so sorry, Will.

Since he d*ed, I've done
none of the things

he asked me to do.

Do you really have to go?

I'm sorry,
I have to keep moving.

Here.

Stay away from the city road.

- What's this?
- It's... a compass, torch,

some generally useful stuff.

You've been very kind.
I'll be careful.

I've got an idea.

I know who can fix the Kn*fe.

Iorek understands metal.
If anyone can fix it, he can.

We can go through the window.

- Fix it and then...
- And then?

Look, I know you won't want
to do this but my dad,

before he d*ed, told me
that the Kn*fe's

needed in a w*r.

He told me to take the Kn*fe
to Asriel.

No.

Maybe Asriel regrets
what he did,

- maybe it was a mistake.
- It wasn't.

How can you be so sure?

Because Roger's dead body
was in a cage.

In a cage that he made.
He k*lled him.

Look, he told me that the fate
of many worlds

rest on me.
That I have the only Kn*fe

that can destroy the Authority.
As Kn*fe bearer,

- it's my responsibility to do...
- To work alongside a m*rder*r?

Hmm? No.

I've got something
more important for us to do.

What's more important than that?

When I was asleep,
Roger spoke to me.

He told me where he was
and he told me he needed help.

And I think we should go there.

Go where?

To the land of the dead.

Oh, you can't bring people
back from the dead, Lyra.

You don't know that.
You've got a Kn*fe

- that can cut through worlds.
- Oh, so you think

- it's an actual world?
- It is. I've seen it.

Listen, you can talk
to your dad.

You can tell him the things
you wanted to say.

No. This isn't some fairytale.

- So, you're choosing him?
- I'm not choosing your dad,

I'm choosing my own
because he d*ed

before I even knew him.

I'm the bearer, not you.

This isn't how
I wanted things to be...

I saved you.
I did everything I could

to save you. You told me not to,
but I did it anyway.

Maybe we're better off
not fixing the Kn*fe at all.

The boy seems troubled.

Lyra is pushing him to do things
he doesn't want to do.

Oh, she is
her mother's daughter.

You don't trust her.

But she's also mine.
Right, the Kn*fe.

- Tell me about the Kn*fe.
- When they step away,

- I demand they leave it with me.
- That's good.

As soon as you know which world

you are in, send us
your coordinates and we'll have

- someone come for you.
- Make sure to keep them

- on a tight leash.
- Is it true?

You brought her here?

Agent Salmakia, carry on,
stay in contact.

What? You'd rather I let her go?

I would rather you had
k*lled her on the spot.

She is...

devious.

She has done much that's wrong.

But look here.
She is fiercely intelligent.

And it looks at the moment
like she might be on our side.

I think we can use her.

And you trust her so much,
you took her prisoner.

I don't trust her one bit.

Which is why I want
a second opinion.

I'd like to put it
before the council.

I think she might be holding
something back.

My sister witches,
tortured and k*lled

at Coulter's hands.

I'm sure they
are not the only ones.

There is no judgement
to be made.

Ruta, I am sorry for your loss.

But I want her heard.

Do you think
you can agree to that?

Where have you gone?

Where have you gone?

Don't doubt yourself.

Then I shall do it without him.

Lyra.

Is it really that hard
to tell him “I'm sorry”?

- Why would I be sorry?
- He came for you,

he found you, he fought for you

and the first thing you do
is argue with him.

You're not always right,
you know that?

I'm sorry.

One thing I know about you,

is that you
don't apologize easily.

Fine. Then I'm not sorry.

I'm sorry, too.

I don't wanna argue with you.

Iorek's still close
to the window in my world...

I checked with the alethiometer.

We can fix the Kn*fe
and then you can decide

what to do.

- I'm not changing my mind.
- I'm not asking you to.

The last thing my dad
asked me to do

was take the Kn*fe to Asriel.

I'm grateful
you came to me first.

I had to.

I can't take you
where you want to go.

That's fine.

Me and Pan will find
our own way to Roger.

How will you get back?

Just don't trust him.

I did...

I regretted it.

I've heard enough!

You've been lying
this whole time.

The Kn*fe is broken.

Stop attacking him.

Give me one reason why I should.

Because Asriel needs him safe.

It's him he wants, isn't it?

Your father was right about you.
You are insufferable.

Tell him we escaped.

Tell him you lost the Kn*fe.

And it's my mother
that broke it. Not Will.

When he needs us most,
we'll be there.

Will we?

You can fix it, can't you?

Not with you here.
We can't trust you.

And if I refuse to leave?

Then I'll close
the only window still open

and we can all stay here.

We can't be controlled
by anyone,

especially Asriel.

Then you leave me no choice.

Whatever you're doing,
do it quickly.

This w*r will need us all.

First thing tomorrow,
we go and find Iorek.

Are those for me?

You summoned me? My lord.

Please sit.

Why am I here?

He wants us to see you
and decide.

Decide what?

Who you are.

Oh.

Oh, this is a trial.

And what happens
if you find me guilty?

Pelt me with rocks?

Tar and feather me,
isn't that what you do

- to unruly women?
- Don't play the victim, Marisa.

Doesn't suit you.
We're trying to decide

if you have a place
in the Republic of Heaven.

Should you sit here
on this council or...

Be forever locked in
that windowless cell?

- What do you want to know?
- We want to know

of what use you can be.

What would you like to hear?

That I was the first woman
in my world

to sit at a table
with high clerics and scholars.

That my experimentation
with Dust is equal

to that of Asriel's?

Ask him.

See if he would contradict
anything I've said.

- This is not my floor.
- Oh, how interesting

because it looks like it is.

You are an agent
of the Magisterium...

- Former agent.
- During your time

at the Magisterium,

- you k*lled...
- I k*lled witches, yes.

I m*rder*d.
I experimented on children.

I have behaved abominably.
You cannot...

exact a harsher judgement

than the judgement
I've placed on myself.

But...

you are not asking
the important question.

Which is?

Why would I help you?

Because we have the keys

- to your cage.
- No.

Because you are the only ones
I can see

who could help protect
our child.

I have been the worst mother
in the world.

I didn't think of her for years.

And if I did,
it was only to regret

the embarrassment of her birth.

- The humiliation...
- Ridiculous!

I have never understood
why a child born of our love

- should be a humiliation.
- An illegitimate child

and a m*rder*d husband.

That is quite something
to carry on my back.

And the Magisterium
started becoming interested

in Dust and children and I...

...I had concerns for her.

When they wish to control us,

they use our children.

I saved her
from the Oblation Board.

I saved her even when she was
under a Kn*fe...

The Oblation Board
was your operation.

- The blade was your invention.
- How easily you criticize others

and don't see it in yourself,
Lord Asriel Belacqua...

I may be no father,
but I never put her at risk.

Specifically,
I kept her from danger...

- And now you need to do more.
- No.

The Magisterium
will k*ll her with pomp,

and ceremony, and prayers,

and lamentations,
but they will k*ll her.

I couldn't save her...

but you can.

Do that. Please.

That is all I beg of you
and I will do anything.

Why?

Because I love her, Ruta.

I think we've heard enough.

What if Iorek's not there?

He wouldn't leave without me.

I should've come alone.

No.

We don't have to go inside.

You okay?

Mm-hmm.

I know it wasn't real,
but I woke up once or twice

and she was holding me.

Never been held before.

Let's go.

All right,
that's enough deliberation.

If you have a doubt about her,
now is the time to express it.

I do.

But she's not
the only one I doubt.

See, she's clear on what she is.

But what's less clear
is what she is to you.

If that woman tempted you,
I'm not sure you would resist.

Does she stay, Commander?

Provided we keep an eye on her.

- Roke?
- She stays,

as long as she proves
useful to us.

Mm-hmm.

Ruta?

I like Lyra,

and she is important
to the witches.

So, for her, I agree.

But if she betrays us
even for a second,

let me be the one
that kills her.

You will have that honor.

Bring her in.

Marisa...

you are to stay.

You'll have the freedom
of the camp,

but if you try to leave,
you'll be k*lled.

Oh, how kind.

It's not a kindness.
My colleagues seem to think

you'll be useful.
Let's hope for your sake

that proves to be the case.

You can unchain her daemon.

The agent Salmakia,
one of Roke's spies,

tells us that Lyra
is travelling with a boy,

the bearer of some
powerful Kn*fe.

Have you come across him?

- A Kn*fe?
- That's what I said.

Can you tell me about it?

Will...

that's his name.

I've had the pleasure
of meeting him twice now.

- Oh, thank you.
- He considers himself

a bit of a hero,
but I find him rather insipid.

And I heard nothing of a Kn*fe.

Iorek!

- I have missed you, Lyra.
- I missed you, too.

You stayed and waited to see
if you could help.

- And you can.
- How?

Will's Kn*fe broke.

I need it to go
to the land of the dead.

And you're the best blacksmith
in the world, so.

The land of the dead
is no place for the living.

And that Kn*fe
should never have been made.

But it was made
and I'm meant to be its bearer.

You may have
good intentions, Will,

but that Kn*fe
has intentions, too.

The Kn*fe's mine.
I understand it.

If you did, you would not use it

to cut Lyra through
to that place.

- Iorek.
- Lyra...

the Kn*fe will have broken
because Will's mind was divided.

He doubted his path.

You never doubted yourself?

Bears do not doubt.

You're lying. When I met you,
you were drunk

because you couldn't cope
with the idea of failure.

I didn't understand then,
but I do now.

Doubt comes when you care.
It's not bear or human.

It's the worst people
that don't doubt.

The people like my mother
and my father.

The ones like Will
and like you...

the good people, they doubt

because they don't know
which is the right path.

Read your instrument, Lyra.

Ask it whether you should go
to the land of the dead.

I've never known it so confused.

It's talking about balance.

But it's such a delicate kind
of balance

that the faintest thought
or wish

could tilt it
one way or the other.

Then that is your answer.

The alethiometer
thinks it unwise.

Then it said, "yes."

Still a Silver tongue.

Fine, I will mend your Kn*fe.

But I do not like your purpose.

Dr. Cooper.

Thank you for seeing me.

What is it you wanted
to discuss?

You have a service to perform.

I am fascinated,
particularly by energy,

particularly by
what Asriel managed to do.

The source of that colossal
energy release at Svalbard.

Which he accomplished,
I believe,

inspired by your
severing technology.

Anything you can do
to help me understand

what you did with those children
would be much appreciated.

Why would you wish to...

What happened at the station

was a moral
and religious disaster.

You sacrificed
what you shouldn't have

in the aid of nothing at all.

But you did learn.

Now, put that learning
to a good use.

One of our team observed
that in the process

of daemon severance,
there was a release of energy.

- How much energy?
- It was heretical,

mostly, the work
of my colleague...

Now, could
the energy from this sacrifice

be manipulated into some new...

w*apon?

You have the best minds
in Geneva at your disposal.

And, of course,
if there were any question...

you and your team
will be unable to leave

the premises
until your task is complete.

Asriel's expl*si*n burnt a hole
in the sky.

I don't think we should be
building anything...

Dr. Cooper.

I am fighting for a new Eden.

Here...

on Earth.

That gives me a strength
which I didn't realize I had.

That is my task.

It was ordained for me.

And you must earn

the forgiveness
of the Authority.

Otherwise...

I shall rip what I need
from you.

Courage, Dr. Cooper.

Impressive, isn't it?

The intention craft.

Oh, yes...

you always were easily impressed
by what he made.

I don't think he'd want you
to be looking at them

quite so forensically.

He gave me my freedom, Ruta.

I'm simply trying to understand
what he's done here.

So, your daemon powers it

and your intentions control it.
Am I right?

The lab where these are held...

where can I find it?

Hmm.

Salmakia
has finally communicated again.

The Kn*fe is broken.

In its current state,
entirely unusable.

- How?
- It broke.

When Lyra's mother tried
to take it from the boy.

Have your agent
return immediately.

She's on her way.

And Mrs. Coulter,
she's already lying to you.

Commander Roke
is angry with you.

Seems you did see the Kn*fe.
And that it was you, in fact,

who broke it.

Why didn't you tell me Marisa?

Well, I didn't think
it would further my cause.

I believed you.

I thought that perhaps
you'd finally found honesty.

Honesty is not a thing
to be found, Asriel.

You're either honest
or you're not.

And... neither of us are.

You understand,
I need to put you back

- in your cell now?
- You don't need to do anything.

I don't want to.

But understand that I will.

They worship you, don't they?

Ogunwe, the witch, the insect.

Will they bow, do you think,

when you finally put yourself
on the throne?

I am not putting myself
on a throne, woman,

- I am trying to defeat one.
- You know, it fascinates me.

How enamored you are
with your own power

that you've come to embody
the very thing you most despise.

I've abandoned
the search for Lyra.

I've called my agent away
from her.

Since you destroyed the Kn*fe
I have no use for her.

- No. You can't, Asriel...
- I can and I have.

The battle I'm engaged in
is too great.

- If you say that one more time...
- She is not my fight.

She cannot be Eve.

- Then use this opportunity to...
- I am battling

to liberate us from these
oppressive fairytales.

And yet from all angles,
I am being told

that my own daughter
is the original symbol of guilt.

I cannot believe that story.

It is not all
about your beliefs,

- they believe it and they will act on it.
- A throne?

I don't sit in a throne.
I sit in the earth,

in the soil, in the filth.
I've given my entire life

to fighting a battle
that must be won.

I have sacrificed so much.

What have you devoted
your life to, Marisa?

Power, hmm?
And how did you get it?

By making yourself
the pitiless agent

of the Magisterium.
The inventor of hideous machines

capable of tearing
children apart.

But along comes some foulmouthed,

arrogant little brat
with dirt under her fingernails

and, oh, you can love her.

You cluck and you settle
your feathers over her

like a mother hen...

Why can't you just
be who I want you to be?

Take your hands off me.

Marisa, I'm doing this

because the power
of the Authority is a lie.

He didn't create anything.

Not you or I,
not any of the worlds.

Only thing he ever created
were institutions

to instill fear
and exert control.

Did you know he doesn't
even rule in heaven anymore?

The Kingdom is ruled
by a regent called Metatron.

An angel, just another person, really...

intent on carrying on
the good work of his master.

That's why I fight.

I don't believe you.

It is a lie.

Every hideous thing
you've ever done,

in his name...

and it was all a lie.

Come with me...

I can show you.

And then you can watch me
start a w*r.

Will, place the Kn*fe
in the fire.

A divided mind broke it.

Only a strong one
will make it new.

This will be your task...

as much as mine.

Hold it still in your mind.

Consider the path
to making the Kn*fe whole.

Focus on what is important.

Look what you've become...

without me.

No. Leave him.

Focus your thoughts.

You're a warrior, Will.

Do you understand?

The AEsahaettr, it's chosen you.

Was your mother
so easily disposed of?

Try again.

You must go
deep inside yourself.

Find what matters.

Lyra, stand clear.

Will.

Will.

Will, can you hear me?

Will.

I have done as you asked

and now you must decide
the path you take.

If you do not find a way out
of the land of the dead,

we shall not meet again.

But if you do,

you will always be
a welcome visitor to Svalbard

and the same is true
of you, Will.

You are worthy of each other.

Goodbye, Lyra Silver tongue.

I hope we do meet again,
one day.

Who is he?

Come back, stand here.

An angel...

how?

Fell out of the sky...

and right into my lap.

- Does he speak?
- He's decided not to.

But I don't need him
to speak anymore.

He's Beautiful.

Everyone is beautiful.

How does it feel?

Different.

It did something to you,
didn't it?

When the Kn*fe was being forged,
I saw things.

What did you see?

I saw...

I saw you.

I saw you and...

Balthamos?

I thought you were gone.

I should have done better.
I am sorry.

But I have been watching
over you.

- Is he a...
- He's an angel.

I'm Lyra.

- I know.
- Hmm.

You nearly lost it, forever.

And now, are you ready
to go to Lord Asriel?

He is gathering his armies.

No.

I'm sorry, Balthamos.

I have to go
to the land of the dead.

There's someone there
who needs our help.

Lyra's friend.

This is the route you must take?

Yes.

Then follow the path.

Come with us.

The land of the dead
cannot be entered by angels.

And my path is a different one.

But I shan't be far away.

You'll come with me?

Yeah.

I'm not just my dad's son,
you know.

My mum's always said,
“If your friend needs help,

then you should give it.”

Thank you.

The worlds are rippling
with angelic activity.

Xaphania's rebels
are gathering in scores.

Like the shifting tide
before a great ocean storm.

You said
you trusted Asriel completely...

is that the truth?

I think
it is a dangerous assumption

that Xaphania's followers
will side with a human

against one of their own.

You really think
they will turn against us,

because he has one
of Metatron's angels prisoner?

- I think that depends.
- On what?

What Asriel does to him.

You're no doubt aware
of the legend of AEsahaettr.

The Kn*fe that can cut
through worlds.

A Kn*fe that can cut
through anything.

And unfortunately,
that Kn*fe is now broken.

It was forged by human hand,
you know,

some three hundred year ago,
using rudimentary technology...

whilst the people of that world
were still getting around

using horse...
...and cart.

Quite extraordinary, really.

The point I'm trying to make
is that, perhaps,

I never needed a Kn*fe
in the first place.

This woman once created a device

capable of cutting the soul.

I use the same technology
to blast through worlds.

Now, together,

we are going to cut you
to pieces and then blast you

back to your master.

Marisa, if you'd be so kind
as to close the door.

I'd like to begin now.

Hmm.

Can you feel it, Alarbus?
The energy.

Such creativity down here
in the worlds,

and your kind
seek to extinguish it.

I do not do this willingly.

I do this
because you forced my hand.

You are a sinner.

I am the agent of change.

I am the harbinger

of your kind's destruction.

You will get your judgement.

But you will not
be the one to deliver it.

Instead, you will deliver
my message to Metatron.

My message to Metatron
is this...

...I am here.

Marisa.

Marisa!

Marisa!

Marisa!

Soldiers, prepare to fire.

- Hold fire!
- What?

Roke!

Get yourself inside that craft,
go with her.

Understood.

Goodbye, Asriel.

g*ns down.

What game are you playing?

She wants to play mother,
so let her.

I hope they're ready for her.

Soldiers!

About-turn.

March!

What exactly am I looking for?

It's endless

and flat and you can feel
the death within it.

Tell me this is the right thing
to do.

I hope it's the right thing
to do.

That'll have to do.

You okay?

It doesn't feel like
it should go through.

This is the last world
I can find.

There's nothing beyond this.

Is this it?

This is it.

You found it.

How can you be sure?

I saw it in my dream.

It must be this way.

Wait.

This doesn't feel safe.

Lyra, wait.