Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

And when Mrs. Coulter got a hold of you, well...
It is a place...
They cut their dæmons away.
then I will kill you right now and be free of an enemy.
Howdy, Iorek. I was down South.
Oh, you do want to come to the North with me, don't you?
There's a prophesy about that child, Mr. Scoresby.
Oh! We'll find your dæmon.
Just been hired on by these gentlemen...
Didn't have the first notion on how to spring ya.
[Clamoring]
Why don't you write him a letter?
[Door shuts]
Truly you are great and powerful, Ragnar...
We're going home!
and running all this way.
No, I shall call you Lyra Silvertongue.
and your uncle only left you 'ere 'cause nobody wanted you.
LYRA: And she was ever so clever, Mrs. Coulter...
if you was taken by the Gobblers...
I have had an audience with the bear king himself...
Ragnar and the rest of 'em will tear you to pieces.
[Swooshing noises]
LYRA: Lord Faa...
[Whooshing]
Anywhere's better than here.
I'd hire myself an aeronaut...
Oh, Pan, they've really hurt him.
I promise you...
[Roaring]
but she was always telling me what to do.
[Indistinct chatter]
You're Ma Costa.
Roger, do you know what they do to the kids here?
Worlds like yours...
Uh-huh?
♪ The truth lies deep inside her ♪
[All chuckling]
Dust ws here before the witches of the air...
[Troops shout]
where they walk beside us...
And this old gal is Hester.
[Gasps]
- I can go as far from him as I please. - Mm. Well...
I'm gonna take her down, pick up the trail.
Then they took my armour away.
PANTALAIMON: Run! Lyra, let's go! Go!
But you see...
Ah! For one thing, she is in possession of the alethiometer.
Billy and Roger!
Hold the question in your mind, but lightly.
'Sides, we're in this together now.
and you'll never have a dæmon.
[Chatter]
I know it's difficult to understand, but it's for their own good.
Like Dust.
- [Iorek roaring] - [Bears roaring]
Well--
[Rustling]
to keep them out of danger.
Do you understand me?
You and me...
Lyra. Darling.
You mustn't deny me this little thing, you really mustn't.
'Cause I wnt to be your dæmon, not his.
lightning bolt...
You see, Dust doesn't settle on innocent children.
[Shouts in foreign language]
LYRA: 'Cause we live 'ere.
[Sobbing] We'll bring 'er back.
They disobeyed...
- No! Help me! - Lyra!
[Panting]
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PANTALAIMON: Lyra!
But what are you doing here?
for these Gobblers.
[Panting]
Put it away.
[People chattering]
[Men screaming]
And that--
MAN: Understand this, Sister Clara, they're not registered--
and you're notjust anyone, Lyra.
some of our ancestors made--
- You wouldn't understand. - Yes, I would.
Ha ha. They'll seek her out like bees to honey.
[Children gasping, dæmons whimpering]
[Men speaking in Samoyed tongue]
♪ Lyra ♪
Pan, where are they taking us?
Billy Costa, why didn't you write anything?
Quick, Lyra!
Let's go get 'em, Lyra.
I don't want to.
there is not a place nor on land nor on sea...
Well, then, it's a mighty fancy toy.
[Gasps and whimpers]
[Growling]
in the furthest reaches of the North.
Oh!
She wasn't married to your father, and even though--
PANTALAIMON: I wish you'd listen to me once in a while.
But if they have been harmed...
[Boys shouting]
Kiss me.
that Dust begins to swarm all around us...
♪ And her soul walks beside her ♪
Iorek?
- [Grunts] - [Whimpering and panting] No!
But you've been fighting...
- [Man shouting in foreign language] - Run, child!