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Well, I don't see why.
[Screams]
But there is a way to stop it.
Most of the time, I ply my trade up in the sky.
Now, darling...
За кого меня зовут Жан рено
I know I would feel ashamed...
Look, Pan, it's got loads of pictures round the edge.
[Gasps]
LYRA: Ice bears, Pan.
- [Window opens] - WOMAN: Lyra!
- I'm sorry. - [Whimpering]
[Roaring]
Oh, Lord. Lee, when you gonna learn to mind your own business?
The Master of Jordan gave me this.
I heard them Gobblers take you down to hell.
[Speaking Samoyed]
What they done ain't right, I know.
even though she loved you very much and...
you can even send him a photogram.
- [Roaring] - ASRIEL: Aargh!
[Sniffing]
[Gasps and pants]
[Gasps]
- 'Cause he needs my help, see. - [Whining]
Yeah.
What are you gonna do?
Let me see you read it.
We've got to stop them, Iorek.
And how has the exile...
I shall never understand.
[Man shouts]
do we not?
♪ Oh, Lyra ♪
And now I will take you to Bolvangar.
But why would it--
[Yells]
IOREK: Run, Lyra!
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PANTALAIMON, WHISPERING: Don't worry. Iorek will come.
- [Cawing] - Reinforcements.
[Screams]
And look.
Maybe we're supposed to go to that other world with my father and find out.
Why are they doing this?
[Pantalaimon gasps]
[Roaring]
Well, if it's so good, then why don't you do it yourself?
...I can effect a crossing.
LYRA: Iorek!
[Lyra gasping]
Mm.
Mmm.
♪ Lyra ♪
FARDER CORAM: Iorek Byrnison?
[Men screaming]
You'd come and get me too, wouldn't you?
the air I breathe.
or you have a victory.
for you poisoned the old king...
They gave me to him at Bolvangar. Mrs. Coulter did.
Can I go up in your ship?
the unworthy Iorek Byrnison, obtained a dæmon?
You said you was gonna come and get me. You got me.
[Metal creaking and groaning]
SERAFINA PEKKALA: There are many universes and many earths...
- [Gasps] Don't leave me, Pan. - No! Stop!
ever since you left Jordan College, watchin' over you.
The Magisterium not only seeks to control everyone in this world...
And I am an armoured bear.
[Roars]
I will not have my niece slithering round like an alley cat.
This photogram was taken at the magnetic North Pole...
I'll drop you at the border, pick you up on the way out.
[All shouting]
- MAN: Set phase two. - Never, never!
There's someone missing.
[Rattling and hissing]
[Chuckles] Not whose?
The art wasjealously guarded.
Keep it that way.
[Exclaims]
A world much like ours in a parallel universe coexisting with our own.
We'll keep him safe in here.
- I will serve you in your campaign-- - [Gasps]
- [Gunshot] - [Growls]
[Men muttering]
PANTALAIMON: Don't show it to them.
MASTER: Ahem. Mrs. Coulter.
Is that all...
Ragnar Sturlusson.
Go back in there.
But we Gyptians...