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Come, little dæmon.
How do you do, Lord Faa?
Well, some people know what's best for them...
We'll find Ratter.
MAN: Look out, Lyra!
What is this place?
from the falling stars that land in Svalbard.
and he's still gone.
ROGER: They hardly ever use this one, but be quick.
And anyway, my mother's the one who put the curse...
or leave off ordering people about.
SECOND MAN: You, cover the canal.
But you, you're powerful and clever and rich...
You figurin' on joining this turkey shoot?
[Thumping]
Gracious god, what's this?
A miscreant and a liar.
against the effects of Dust.
Irreplaceable.
What's the Magisterium for?
WOMAN: We'rejust not used to that reaction.
It's a spy-fly.
I'm sure he will.
Oh, you have been living in an ivory tower, haven't you?
Hmm, perhaps we shouldn't have invited Professor Docker.
[Speaks foreign language]
Aaah!
The Master wants you at high table!
It must have been one of the scholars at Jordan.
Perhaps you've made a mistake.
N--no animal or insect, at any rate.
[Roars]
We help children grow up.
Gonna get you!
You cross on your own. I will follow.
We have a busy few weeks.
Lyra!
You've seen an ice bear?
Oh, Iorek.
[Panting]
On top of the hourglass...
Aaah!
Я бэн говорил убью тебя по башкой
Fortunately, little girls...
- [Gasps] - [Door opens]
Iorek!
And we witches live for hundreds of years.
We needn't be concerned with Lord Asriel any longer.
They--they did it to Billy...
I'm leaving immediately.
War.
Don't be silly. I want to look around.
You're an aeronaut!
- [All shouting] - [Roger panting]
♪ Lyra ♪
Heh.
What kind ofwork is that for a Panserbjørn?
No, it is no aberration.
♪ If there is no dream? ♪
a golden compass...
That's what the smell is.
PANTALAIMON: Oh, Lyra.
Ah, Lord Asriel.
[Metallic whistling sound]
Lord Asriel. Mrs. Coulter and them--
Where are we gonna go?
Mm.
You may as well take him away and replace him with a doll.
You and me, together.
you should all be afraid.
We're going home, aren't we, Lyra?
MASTER: Lyra, my dear...
Fight well, Iorek, my dear.
- [Screeching] - Ah!
- Don't let them see you. - PANTALAIMON: That's fine with me.
Here it is.
[Screaming, exclaiming]
What is that, hm?
Not by me.
- ever going to hurt you. - [Gasps]
LYRA: You're not very grateful, are you?
We dæmons use it to see the truth in our own eyes.
- [Grunts] - [Gasps]
[Growling]
Um, uh, Mrs. Coulter? This is our Lyra, Lyra Belacqua, Lord Asriel's niece.
[Wind gusting]
- Iorek Byrnison's gonna kill you. - Aah!
- [Caws] - Urgh!
The needle keeps stopping at the same symbols--
♪ Full of grace ♪