THE GOLDEN COMPASS
There are many universes
and many earths, parallel to each other.
Worlds like yours, where peoples souls live inside their bodies.
And worlds like mine, where they walk beside us,
as animal spirits we call, Daemons.
Are we going to see the child?
I should think so.
So many worlds, but connecting them all, is Dust.
Dust was here before the witches of the air, the Egyptians of the water,
The bears of the ice.
In my world, scholars invented an Alethiometer.
A golden compass. And it showed them all that was hidden.
But the ruling power, fearing any truth but their own, destroyed these devices,
And forbade the very mention of "Dust".
One compass remains, however, and only one who can read it.
You'll never catch me!
Lets go get him Lyra.
Billy!, You come back here!.
Run, Roger!
.. Will do what ever we say!
Hurry up Roger, or they'll "gobble" you!
Hurry Up!
Stop! If you value your lives, come no further.
Why? We played the game fair and square.
This ain't no game, Billy Costa.
Don't you know what gate that is?
It's the back door to your stupid college.
- So? - There's a curse on this gate.
You Gypsians ought to know that. Crossing this gate, is worse
than touching another person's daemon with your bare hands.
Why hasn't anything happened to you?
Because we live here. We got safe passage, y'see?
Anyway, my mother was the one who put the curse on this place in the first place.
What mother? I heard you were an orphan.
And your uncle only left you here cause' nobody wants you.
Come here and say that.
Don't, Billy!
You should listen to your mate.
The scholars got this special ring mail ideal for trespassers.
They got this poison ring, and it burns you alive!
Rubbish. Hand him over.
It ain't rubbish. I'll prove it, I’ll steal it!
You can have Roger, as long as you try it on.
Alright. Bring it with you tonight. Or else.. War;
Billy, don't!
- See you later then. - Ok.
You weren't really gonna hand me over to them?
Of course not. I'll steal one of the scholar’s gown.
He'll never try it on anyway.
- Lord Asriel? - Good morning, Hunt.
Well the Master we be relieved that you've arrived safely.
I'm sure he will.
- You should listen to me once in a while. - Stop being such a coward.
If I weren't such a coward, where would you be?
In the retiring room already.
Come on, quick!
Let's find a robe and get out of here.
Don't be silly. I want to look around.
You know that if you get a smack, I hurt too.
You're gonna get us caught.
Oh no! I told you!.
Lord Asriel is an eminent fellow of the colleagues.
As Headmaster of Jordan...
You must force him to abandon his plan.
They're talking about Uncle Asriel.
I speak for the Magisteria.
The Magisteria has no authorities within these walls.
My dear fellow,
The Magistirium has authority everywhere.
And Asriel will be silenced..
One way or another.
That may be... But while he's at Jordan,
his proposal will be heard.
I'm not dispensed with centuries of intolerance, free enquiry..
And that's my final word on the matter.
Now, if you'll excuse me..
I shall call the council to order.
- I guess we lost that bet. - Hush, Pan.
Lyra! He's leaving, let's go!. Lyra!
Oh no, Stelmaria.
The Master asked me to decant a bottle of bourbon 1995 for you,
Lord Asriel. He remember you were partial to it.
Thank You.
- Lyra! - It's poisoned!
- Nonsense. - It ain't nonsense.
I saw that man from the Magistirium pour some white powder into the wine.
Go back in there. Keep your eyes open and your mouth shut... Go on.
Ahh, Lord Asriel this a rare pleasure..
May I introduce Fra Pavel from the Magisterium.
We've never met, but I follow your exploits...
Closely, Lord Asriel.
That's what the smell is...
Master, Gentlemen, I shall go straight to the point.
Hunt, the lights.
This photo grail is taken at the magnetic north pole.
In Svalbard.
Kingdom of the Ice bears.
Lord Asriel, is that light rising from the man's body or is it coming down.
No, that's coming down from the sky, but that's not light.
It's Dust.
- What's Dust? - I know, it can't be the normal sort.
There's plenty of that here.
Parague dictum, gentlemen.
Allow Lord Asriel to explain himself.
It could be an aborational malfunction of some kind.
No it isn't. No aboration of any kind.
The behaviour of these particles is quite unmistakable
Dust is flouting in to this man, through his daemon.
From a city in another world.
A world very much like our own in a parallel universe.
co-existing with our own, invisible, intangible, inaccessible.
Until now. From there, and from a billion other worlds Dust flows.
Worlds of infinite possibilities, somewhere men have no daemons,
somewhere daemons have no men...
Men without daemons. That's impossible.
Even some who have no Magistirium... And no authority.
That is heresy.
That...
...is the truth.
I wouldn't recommend that you defy, gentlemen.
It's Cought.
To discover the source of Dust, I intend to travel to these worlds.
With this sufficient source of energy.
And... Well... a sufficient source of funds.
I cannot thank the crossing.
I humbly beg the college council to fund such a journey.
It wasn't my fault, She wouldn't listen to me.
I will not have my niece slithering round like an alley-cat.
You're not very grateful, are You?
I've just saved your life!
- Uncle, why did he try to poison You? - You wouldn't understand.
- Yes, I would. - Well, I don't see why.
Apparently you are impossible to educate, a miscreant, and a liar.
What will the Magisterium do to You now?
The Magisterium's day's are numbered.
- What does that mean? - Trouble, with a bit of luck
Did you get the money you needed? Are you going North again?
The college counsel has defied The Magistirium.
I'm leaving immediately.
Can I come with you? I wanna see the Ice bears,
and glaciers, and learn about Dust and everything.
What do you know about dust?
- Nothing. - Good.
Keep it that way. Be a good girl and do what you're told.
But you don't do what you're told!
You don't let anyone tell you what to do!.
Yes, and look at the welcome I got!
- Hush Pan. - I can see your daemon still changes shape.
- Has it settled yet? - Yeah.
That's got to do with Dust, isn't it.
Why kids daemons can change shape but grown-ups' can't.
Lyra, Dust is none of your business.
Now, You try and behave.
My uncle Asriel said He'd take me to the north, the next time he goes.
- He swore it. Cause' he needs my help you see.. - Ahh!. What for?
Fighting probably. Or spying. He uses me as a spy sometimes.
Like now for instance. I'm supposed to keep an eye on them Gobblers.
They took them gypsian kids out Boundry Ray.
Billy Costa told me.
I heard them Gobblers take them down to hell.
Of course they don't!.
- You're afraid of them, aren't you? - No I ain't.
But the adults are. Kids keep disappearing.
They go after the poor kids, you see?.
The orphans... And the servant kids as well.
Roger, I promise: If you were taken by the Gobblers,
I'd come and rescue you.
You'd come get me to wouldn't you?
Of course. It's everybody who would come looking for you, if you were in trouble.
- You're a lady. - Says Who!?.
Cook. He says that's why you are the only one who live here.
To make you a lady.
Nobody can make me a lady! Not the master
and the scholars and porces combined. Right!?.
Take it back, or we ain't best mates no more.
Alright, You ain't a lady!
Lyra! Lyra Belaqua get down off them roofs!
The Master wants you at High Table.
The state of your knees. And your hair.
Well... It's not surprising.
Roger and me has been hunting Gobblers.
It's dirty work.
Don't you make jokes about them Gobblers.
Ain't nothing to play about when children go missing.
Lyra, my dear, the tutor in Metaphysics tells me you missed your lesson again.
Now, I know you do not always understand
our need to educate you, but sometimes you must do,
what others think is best.
- But I disagree, Master. - Mrs. Coulter.
When I was a young woman i knew
that no one could truly ever understand me.
Except of course my daemon. And that it
would be best if we were to do as we pleased.
Sit down, Gentlemen.
- Who's she? - Don't know, but she shut up the Master, alright.
Mrs. Coulter, this is our Lyra, Lyra Belaqua, Lord Asriel's niece.
Lyra, this is Mrs. Coulter, a friend of the college.
- Lovely to meet you. - Lovely to meet you, too.
You know, I've met Lord Asriel?
It was at the Royal Arctic Institute.
We discussed the political structure of the Ice bears of Svalbard.
You've seen an Ice bear?
As the matter of fact, I have had an audience
with the Bear king himself, Ragnar Stursson.
And I'll tell you something I probably shouldn't:.
King Ragnar is desperate to have a daemon of his own.
...And Ragnar likes to think of himself as a person,
And he will stop at nothing to get one.
- But you mustn't repeat that. - Oh, I'd never!
I feel I can trust you.
I have to go back to the north very soon.
I'm going to need an assistant.
- Me? Got to the North? - North?
It's cold up there.
We'd better get the Master's permission.
Master, I was wondering if I might borrow dear Lyra?
Only for a while, of course.
I'm not sure that would be consistant
with Lord Asriels wishes for her education.
I'll deal with Asriel.
You mustn't deny me this little thing, you mustn't.
Very well.
A bet's a bet. Lyra was supposed to show up with the gown.
I told you they wouldn't let her out of the college.
Which one is her room?
- What are you gonna do? - Give her a fright, that's what.
If we get caught, I'll be skinned alive.
The night pool is bound to be going his rounds.
Ratter, check if the coast is clear.
It's all clear.
Billy! Billy!
The scholars still refuse to hand over the last alethiomether.
And now they've given Asriel all the funds he needs.
If he succeeds in proving the existence of these
other worlds it will contradict centuries of teaching.
There will always be free thinkers, and heretics.
Unless we deal with the root of the problem.
That is why Mrs. Coulter's work is so important.
- What progress has she made? - The doctors at Bolvanger,
are close to perfecting the inoculation
against the effects of Dust.
I am relieved to hear that.
If we can protect our children from the corrupting influence of Dust,
before their daemon’s settled,
we will nurture a generation at peace with itself.
One that will never question our authority again.
We owe it to the young. Do we not?
I fear, our defiance will not go unpunished.
- We failed her. - We protected her as long as we could.
She's still a child. She can't possibly be a threat to them.
She is.
She is meant to play a major part in what is to come.
How do you know such things?
The Witches.
Could you stay by the door? Mrs. Longsdale,
it is important to know if I was followed.
Yes, Master.
- For you, Lyra. - What is this?
An Alethiometer. Also known as a Golden Compass.
It was given to the college by Lord Asriel, years ago.
And now, I'm giving it to you. I feel, you are meant to have it.
- What's it for? - It tells the truth.
We've always tried to acquaint you with the
truth, but the secrets of the heart and things,
elude scholars and authorities.
This lets you glimpse things as they are.
Keep the alethiometer to yourself.
It is of the utmost importance, that Mrs. Coulter
does not know that you have it, Do you understand me?
Of the utmost importance.
Lyra! Are you ready?
There's someone missing.
- I want to say goodbye to Roger. - Roger? Who's Roger?
My friend. He works in the kitchen.
We must go. The ferrie's about to take off.
Why don't you write him a letter?
You can tell him all about the journey and even leave a photograph.
- What do you think? - Yeah, I suppose.
Mrs. Coulter, what's that?.
That is the Magistirial seat, Lyra.
What's the Magistirium for?.
The Magistirium is what people need.
It keep things working.
By telling people what to do.
But you told the Master you did whatever you pleased.
That's Right. Clever girl.
Well... Some people know what's good for them,
and some people don't.
Besides, they don't people what to do in a mean, petty way.
They tell them what to do in a kindly way.
Keeps them out of danger.
Sugar?
SVALBARD
Look Pan, it's got lots of pictures in the end.
- What do they mean? - Don't know.
The needle keeps stopping at the same symbols.
Lady, lightning bolt and a baby.
Then it goes back, and does it again, see?
What do you think makes the needle move?
I don't know. Maybe Uncle Asriel knows.
Maybe we're supposed to take it to him.
All washed, and ready for bed...
We have a busy few weeks.
Oh it was a stylish enough party.
But why they don't offer more ice with their drinks,
I shall never understand.
I'll only be a moment, Darling.
- What? - She likes to show off her new pet, doesn't she?
She's never taking us to the North.
We're like prisoners in this house. All these rules,
and rooms we aren't allowed in to.
Perhaps we shouldn't have invited Professor Docker.
He's such a bore isn't he?.
And he had sauce in his beard.
But he is one of the foremost experts on particle Metaphysics.
- Have I told you what a particle is? - Oh I know about particles.
Like Dust. That's a particle isn't it. - Dust?...
I mean the Dust from space. That Dust. Like in the north.
Where did you hear about that?
It must have been one of the scholars at Jordan.
A wise person knows, Lyra, there
are some thing we best ignore. Subjects that you...
...Well... never speak about.
- But I... - Yes, You didn't know, so I forgive you.
Just don't mention it again.
Now, Darling, You take off that childish shoulder bag.
I don't like seeing you wearing it indoors.
- But please Mrs. Coulter. I do love it. - But I do not.
Put it away.
- Lyra, put it away now. - I don't want to.
If you will not obey me, we will have an argument which I will win.
Now put it away at once!
It's absurd to be carrying around a shoulder bag in your own home.
Jordan is my home.
Lyra!
Don't! Please, it hurts!
- Do as I tell you. - I promise.
Thank you.
And while you're at it, you must learn to control your daemon.
He is much to wild.
Now, kiss me.
I hate her!
I hate them. And look. They're spying on us.
What do they want with us? Why are we here?
Did you see her daemon?
He began to shock when you mentioned the word, Dust.
And what does she keep in that room?
Let's go find out.
Maybe this isn't such a good idea.
Over here.
- That's just one of her stupid guest lists. - No it isn't. Look at it.
"Intercision". What does it mean, Pan?
And that?... General Oblation Board...
- G.O.B. - Gobblers. From the letters. G.O.B.
Workman, Edwards, Parslow, Costa.
Billy and Roger!
- Pan, it's her. She's running the Gobblers! - Lyra, where are you?
We have to get out of here.
Lyra!
- Lyra, what have you been doing? - Nothing.
Well we must find something for you to do.
Will you help me arrange our passage to the North?
You do want to come to the north with me, don't you?
Where is he? I don't see him.
Lyra, this way!
Quick, Lyra!
Lyra!
What are we gonna do, Pan?
We got to save Roger. And Billy.
We've got to save ourselves first.
Where are we gonna go?
Anywhere is better than here.
Come on, this way!
Split up, the girl can't be far.
- Spread out. Search all the buildings. - Gobblers!
You, cover the canal.
There they are!
- Pan! - Run, Lyra!
Don't be afraid now, Lyra. Come here.
- You're save with us. - Your Mama Costa.
Billy's Mum.
- But, what are you doing here? - We've been in your shadow ever since,
you left Jordan College, watching over you.
An a good thing too. You best come with us.
- Where are we going? - To see Lord Faa, Lord of the Gypsians..
- Not very friendly, are they? - What are you looking at?
Ma Costa!
This is the child.
It's alright.
How do you do, Lord Faa?
Lyra... Come and sit by my side.
This is Fader Coram.
These are the chiefs of the gypsian families.
You're are our guest here and you are under our protection.
Lord Faa, I want to thank you. For keeping watch with me and all...
But why did you do it?
Lord Asriel has been a good friend to
the Gypsians this many a year and...
This many a year it has been our
charge to bring him news of you,
as we traveled along our ways.
But you didn't know that, did you?
And when Mrs. Coulter got a hold of you, well...
we suspected she had something to do with the Gobblers.
And she did. She and them Gobblers took my little boy, Billy.
We know your tale up until the Costas found you.
Is there anything else you can tell us?
Is there anything you may have forgot?
Don't show it to them.
The Master of Jordan gave me this.
I thought they was all take by the Magisterium.
It's an alethiometer. It's a truth measurer.
A Golden compass. It enables you to see,
what others wish to hide.
You've got three handles that you can control.
By pointing at three symbols,
You can ask any sort of question you can imagine.
Once you've got your question framed,
this blue needle points to more symbols,
- that give you the answer. - Could it be used to find the missing children?
- Not by me. The art was Jalousi-guarded. - Can I try?
Alright. What are you doing, Lyra?
You don't know how to read it.
Well, the serpent is cunning, like the Gobblers.
And the Pot could mean a recipe or a plan...
the baby. That means kids.
One thing I do know, Lyra: You mustn't grasp at the answer.
Hold the question in your mind and lightly,
like it was something alive.
It's an hourglass.
But it came around to it on the second time.
The first time it only stopped there a moment.
On top of the hourglass, is a scull.
Thank you. Finish your letters now.
Billy Costa, why didn't you write anything?
Your mother must be missing you terribly.
I don't know what to put in the letter, Miss.
They haven't told us what we're here for.
You're here to help us.
And just as soon as you've helped us, we'll send you back home.
That's what you should write.
Or don't they teach gypsian children to write?
They teach us to write the truth.
Billy, just write the letter.
Well, as I'll be posting these straight away,
I'm afraid your parents will be disappointed.
I confess, I am puzzled by your interest in the Belaqua-girl.
For one thing, she is in possession of the alethiometer.
How?... Oh yes, the Master.
- Can she read it? - Of course not.
Are you familiar with the prophecies of the witches?
You think she is that child?
Impossible. None the less, she must be found.
They'll seek her out, like bees to honey.
Svalbard.
Kingdom of the Ice bears.
We shall have to watch ourselves,
Stelmaria. You can bet, that Coulter-woman
has hired every samojed-bandit, from here to the pole, to hunt us down.
Don't be so hasty. We can work this out like gentlemen.
Don't worry, Lyra. We'll find Roger.
I'm alright.
- What is it? - It's a spy fly.
Is it dangerous?
The one that got away is.
If you was to crack it open, you'd find no living thing in there.
No animal or insect, at any rate.
There's a clockwork.
And in it is a bad spirit with a sleeping poison in its sting.
We'll keep him safe... In here...
- What was it after? - You, Lyra..
Why me? Why are they doing this?
We don't know.
But we Gypsians are
being hurt worse than most by these Gobblers.
These child thieves, They're taking our children up North.
The land of cold and dark.
And what they are doing with them there, we don't know.
But we have heard terrible rumors.
Our aim is first and beyond
all to rescue these children.
Both gypsian and landloof or like.
But if they have been harmed...
I promise you, if they have been harmed...
...There is not a place, nor on land,
nor on sea for these Gobblers.
And when the time comes to punish,
we will strike such a blow, as will make their hearts faint.
And fearful. We will strike the strength out of them.
We will leave them, broken and shattered.
- Are you getting scared, Pan? - Scared?... A little.
It's all bigger and scarier than we ever thought.
- Maybe we shouldn't be doing this. - But we've got to, ain't we?
Go on, I mean.
Who are you?
My name is Serafina Pekkala. Clan queen of the witches of Lake Enara.
- A witch. Where's your daemon? - Kaysa can fly a long way from me.
Are you the girl, the Magisterium seeks?
The one with the symbol reader?
Let me see you read it. I want to know if you can tell me,
which of the men on this ship, was once my lover.
Father Coram.
He was young and beautiful once.
And we witches live for hundreds of years.
Father Coram wishes to know where the child-cutters take their prey.
It is a place they call Bolvangar.
A place of fear.
A regiment of Tatars with wolf-daemons guards it.
Birds do not fly above.
Animals flee from it.
Even the samojeds fear it.
It is a weeks march from Trolleund on the coast of Norway.
You will find something to help you in Trollesund.
You will need all your courage.
I'm glad I've lived long enough to see you... Child.
Can you see anything? Lyra, you're not listening to me!
That's a mighty fancy clockwork you got there.
- It's just a toy. - Uhuh. Then it's a mighty fancy toy.
How did you come by something like that?
Oh lord, Lee when are you gonna learn to mind your own business?
I do beg your pardon. Lee Scoresby. And this old girl is Hester.
I'm Lyra. This is Pan. Pantalaimon.
Mighty pleased, Miss Lyra.
You rode in with them gypsian fellows, am I right?
Here I go again. Don't answer that.
- What are you doing in Trollesund, Mr. Scoresby?
- Oh, a friend of mine got himself into a fix.
- So I come to see what I can do about it. - Me to.
Of course, that ain't my normal occupation.
Most of the time I plan my trade up in the sky.
You're an aeronaut!
- Can I go up in your ship? - I'd be honored.
Just as soon as I get her out of hawk.
Miss Lyra, I'd like to give you a word of advice.
If I was on the kind of scout, that I reckoned you are,
I'd hire myself an aeronaut, and an armored bear.
- An armored bear? - There's one in town.
lorek Byrnison's his name.
Works at the sled depot behind Arson's Bar.
He would be good to have on your side in a scrap.
Not that you're looking for that.
lorek Byrnison, lorek Byrnison. May I speak to you?
- What!? - We want to offer you employment.
I am employed. By the town's people.
I mend broken machinery. I lift heavy objects.
What kind of work is that for a panser-bjorn?
Paid work!
Is that what they pay you? Whisky?
lorek Byrnison, you are the first Ice bear,
I have ever met.
I was ever so excited and scared. But now i'm just disappointed.
I heard that bears lived to hunt and to fight.
Why are you wasting your time here, drinking whisky?
I stay in this town because the town's people
gave me spirits and let me drink till I was asleep,
And they took my armour away.
And without my armour, I cannot go to war.
And I am an armoured bear. War is the sea, I sleep in,
there I breathe, without my armour I am nothing!
But... Can't you make new armour?
I thought bears were good at that.
- There's all this metal around. - Worthless!
My Armour is made of sky iron,
from the falling stars that land in Svalbard.
A bear's Armour is his soul, like your daemon is your soul.
Irreplaceable. 'May as well take him away and replace him with a dog.
It must have been terrible to loose your Armour.
I was no less than I deserved.
I am in exile. I was sent away from Svalbard
because I was unworthy.
I fought another bear in single combat and was defeated.
Come child. We can't involve ourselves.
He was prince.
He would have been the king, if the other bear hadn't defeated him.
He lost everything. Oh Pan, it really hurt him.
lorek Byrnison.
- Be careful. - I know where your armour is.
They tricked you out of it.
They shouldn't have done that, lorek Byrnison.
It's in the District Office of the Magisterium, right here, in Trollesund.
- What's your name child? - Lyra Belaqua.
Then Lyra Belaqua, I owe you a debt.
I will serve you in your campaign,
until I am dead, or you have a victory.
lorek! lorek Byrnison!
Listen. Don't fight these men. What they've done ain't right, I know.
If you fight them, you'll kill them, and then
there will be more fighting and we'll never to saving those kids.
Just not be too hasty. The way I see it,
there's no need for a dust-up.
Howdy lorek. I was down South when I heard you ran in to some local trouble.
Didn't have the first notion on how to spring you.
Fortunately little girl come in resourceful up in these parts.
Well look at here. Reinforcements.
What do say you fellows just call it a day.
Just been hired on by these gentlemen of the
Gypsian persuasion. Figuring on joining this turkey shoot?
Yes. I have a contract with the child.
That's some pretty fast work, Miss Lyra.
My Lord...
Rise, Fra Pavel!
I have received your news about the Gypsian party heading to the North.
The matter is of the first importance.
They must be illuminated, and Bolvangar protected.
The intercision process is more important than ever.
Which is why it must be taken out of the hands of the Coulter woman.
It was Mrs. Coulter who took the Belaqua-child
from Jordan College, and then let her slip away.
Yes, that is the most troubling of all.
No matter. One way or another,
it is better that I've sent Mrs. Coulter after the child.
- You've sent her? - Yes.
She is to demonstrate the improvements to the intercision-process
upon the Belaqua-girl.
I'm sorry.
I would never hurt you.
Oh, Lyra.
I'll find you. I will find you.
Careful there, boys. Airship machinery is kind of finacy.
But she was ever so clever, Mrs. Coulter.
But she was always telling me what to do.
I bet you don't like it ether. I can tell.
You're like my Uncle Asriel.
He's a classic noble like you. I think...
Samojede Lands.
Samojedes don't take kindly to trespassers.
It's the only way to reach Bolvangar.
Stay close to me.
- Come child. - It will be dark soon.
What's wrong? What can you see?
Where are we going? They told us not to leave the tents.
- lorek? - What is it, child?
The alethiometer keep telling me something.
In the next valley there's a lake with a house by,
It is troubled by a ghost.
It's something to do with the Gobblers. And Roger.
You can take me there.
You could carry me there and back before anyone knew couldn't you?.
- You wish to ride me? - Yes.
We will travel faster without armor.
- Are those birds? - Witches.
- More than I have ever seen. - Where are they going?
Flying to war.
If they are flying to the aid of your enemies you should all be afraid.
- Are you afraid? - NO.
When I am, I will master my fear.
I will make sure the way is clear.
No, stay here.
Lyra no. Please don't!.
- Something's wrong. - Hush, Pan.
Something terrible. I'm afraid.
We've got to master our fear.
Hallo?
- Billy. - Where's his daemon?
He doesn't have a daemon.
That's... Intercision. That's what the Gobblers do.
Cutting away kids' daemons.
Where's my Ratter? Have you seen her?
Billy, It's me, Lyra. Let me take you back to your mum.
- I need Ratter. - Billy come on with me.
We'll take you some place safe. We'll find Ratter.
Gracious God, What's this?
Lyra child, what have you found?
Billy. Billy Costa.
You're alright Billy. You're safe now.
We'll bring her back.
Pan, where are they taking us?
I don't know. We've been going for hours.
Ice bears, Pan.
I hope you're happy now.
Don't worry. We'll get her back.
The samojedes won't lay a hand on her,
she's more worth in one piece.
I'll find her. I'll bring her back. I can bargain with Ragnar.
- I'll drop you at the border. I'll pick you up when I come back.
- No. I will not leave her.
If you show up in Svalbard, Ragnar and the rest of
them will tear you to pieces, you know that.
I know that I would feel ashamed to show less pride than that child.
That kind of courage can get you killed.
I will not live in shame any longer, Scoresby.
I recon not. Let me take her down. Pick up the trail.
Don't worry. lorek will come.
That's just it Pan. There's to many for him to fight.
We've got to do something.
Do you remember what Mrs. Coulter said?
About the King of the bears wanting a Daemon.
Pan, I need you to hide. Don't let them see you.
That's fine by me.
We can beat him, Pan.
- What is this little thing? - All greetings to you, Great King.
Or rather: My greetings, and not his.
- Not whose? - lorek Byrnisons, Your Majesty.
What have you to do with lorek Byrnison!?
I'm lorek Byrnison's daemon.
How has the exiled, the unworthy lorek Byrnison obtained a daemon!?
lorek Byrnison was the first bear to receive a daemon,
but it should have been you.
They gave me to him at Bolvangar. Mrs. Coulter did.
How can you be so far from him.
I'm like a witch's daemon, Great King.
I can go as far from him as I please.
Well... If you are his daemon, then I will kill you
right now and be free of an enemy!
If you do that, I can never be your daemon.
My daemon?
That's why I come here, see.
Cause I want to be your daemon, not his.
He's just an exile, nothing.
But you: You're powerful, and clever, and rich,
and better in every way.
He's on his way here now to fight you.
What? He's mad. We shall destroy him!
No. If you defeat him I will become your daemon.
But you must defeat him in single combat.
And all his strength will flow into yours.
And my mind will flow into your mind.
You and me together.
Have him killed any other way, I'll just go out
like a light, and you'll never have me.
Prove it. Prove to me that you are a daemon.
Ask me something only you know.
How did I become king?
- What is that? - It's a daemon mirror, Great King.
We daemons use it to see the truth in our own eyes.
Truly you are great and powerful, Ragnar.
You poisoned the old king,
and challenged the heir to the throne, and beat him in single combat.
lorek Byrnison.
Oh Pan, what have I done?
Ragnar is too strong.
- What if the coward dare not fight me. - Great king, let me speak to him.
- If I do he will not suspect. - Very well. You go to him.
Give him courage.
Bring him to his death.
Soon You'll be mine.
Oh lorek. lorek, I've done a terrible thing.
What terrible thing?
I told the king I was your daemon.
And that he must fight you.
If not, they would have never let you fight.
The would have burned you before you got up close.
But you've been fighting. And running all this way.
Lyra. Lyra Belaqua.
Know I shall call you Lyra "Silver-tongue".
To fight him, is all I want. Come, little daemon.
Fight well, lorek my dear.
You're the real king, and he ain't nothing.
Lyra, if I am killed, Scoresby will find you.
Is that all?
Is that all?.
Soon to die?