His Dark Materials (2019) s03e03 Episode Script

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 knife.
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 knife?
- 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.
Shot by a soldier.
Don't know why.
I'm so sorry, Will.
Since he died, 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 knife.
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 died, told me that the knife's
needed in a war.
He told me to take the knife 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 killed him.
Look, he told me that
the fate of many worlds
rest on me. That I have the only knife
that can destroy the Authority.
As knife bearer,
- it's my responsibility to do
- To work alongside a murderer?
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 knife
- 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 died
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 knife 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 knife.
- Tell me about the knife.
- 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
killed 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 killed
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 knife
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 knife 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 knife 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 knife.
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 war 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 killed
- I killed witches, yes.
I murdered. 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 murdered 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 knife
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 kill her with pomp,
and ceremony, and prayers,
and lamentations, but
they will kill 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 killed.
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 knife.
Have you come across him?
- A knife?
- 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 knife.
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 knife 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 knife 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 knife has intentions, too.
The knife's mine. I understand it.
If you did, you would not use it
to cut Lyra through to that place.
- Iorek.
- Lyra
the knife 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 Silvertongue.
Fine, I will mend your knife.
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
weapon?
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 explosion
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 knife 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 knife.
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
knife 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 war.
Will, place the knife 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 knife 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 Silvertongue.
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 knife 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 knife that can cut through worlds.
A knife that can cut through anything.
And unfortunately, that
knife 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 knife
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.
Guns 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.