Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- Oh! - [Whimpers]
You think she is that child?
Well, as I'll be posting these straight away...
I'd like to give you a word of advice...
PANTALAIMON: No! Lyra!
I am Iorek Byrnison's dæmon.
They've been unable to extend their power until now.
It's later, when your dæmon begins to settle...
Ow.
which of the men on this ship was once...
Jordan is my home.
But--
- Billy! - [Choking]
- No. - [Growling] Hmm?
Anyone seen my spaceship
You are our guest here, and you're under our protection.
that give you the answer.
That'sjust one of her stupid guest lists.
This is Farder Coram.
Ah. That is the magisterial seat, Lyra.
Ow!
Cook. He says that's why your uncle left you here, to make you a lady.
[Weapons cocking]
that there are some things that we best ignore...
ASRIEL: Let's not be s--so hasty.
It is a week's march from Trollesund, on the coast of Norroway.
And while you're at it, you must learn to control your dæmon.
I hate them!
MAN: Charge!
Then they'll send us home...
[Clicking]
I should think so.
I'm right here. Step quickly.
Run, Roger!
and that it would be best ifwe were free to do as we pleased.
He went all sharp when you mentioned Dust.
I'll not dispense with centuries oftolerance and free inquiry.
He has bribed his captors and set up a secret laboratory...
Lyra! Wait!
Ah, he did. Oh.
We know your tale all the way up until...
- Hyah! - [Gasps]
[Whimpers, grunts] Ah! Lyra!
the land of cold and dark...
[Panting] Ah!
You best come with us.
So here he is.
Nothing.
My name is Serafina Pekkala...
Which one's her room?
Iorek Byrnison!
That kind of courage could get you killed.
What's it for?
[Lyra grunts]
...until I am dead...
I am an exile.
The scholars still refuse to hand over the last alethiometer...
[Screeching]
[Both giggle]
- Whoa, boy. - There I go again.
Кто посрал! Волочь блядь
and the bears of the ice.
Yes, and look at the welcome I got.
Trouble, with a bit of luck.
I'll get you first!
Ma Costa.
LYRA: He was a prince.
[Stelmaria growling]
♪ And her face ♪
- MAN: Is he coming, then? - [Clattering]
Have him killed any other way, and I'll just go out like a light...
- MAN: Anything else, madam? - MRS. COULTER: That'll be all.
- [Man talking, indistinct] - I told you!
LYRA: A witch?
And she did.
[Whimpering]
there's a skull.
A little cut, and gone forever.
And Serafina Pekkala and Mr. Scoresby.
I hate her!
Go on, then.
And just as soon as you've helped us, we'll send you back home.
Gobblers.
and that child.
of the Gyptian persuasion.
Pan, it's her. She's running the Gobblers.
as animal spirits we call dæmons.
[Roaring]
All right.
Mm. It ws at the Royal Arctic Institute.
MRS. COULTER: Well, it was a stylish enough party...
Hello, Lyra.
made a terrible mistake.
It's all clear.
about the king of the bears wanting a dæmon?
- [Echoing] Hee hee hee. - [Echoing] Ha ha ha.
I will make sure the way is clear.
♪ This darkness settles on her ♪
[Grunts]