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Angelo and Christian are dead, sir. The statues killed them, sir.
Oh, great, an old box!
- Which is? - I died in fear.
It's reaching out, getting a good look at us. It's no longer dormant.
Use the stabilisers.
The Angel is going to come and it's going to turn this light off,
Doctor! We're through!
Listen. It's messing with your head. Your hand is not made of stone.
You're just a recording. You can't move.
Don't take your eyes off it! Keep looking. It can't move if you're looking.
Father Octavian, sir. Bishop, second class. 20 clerics at my command.
Wait till she runs. Don't make it look like an execution.
But it's just a recording.
I love museums!
I'm not blinking! Have you ever tried not blinking?
Doctor?
- Why not? - Look at it. Look at my hand. It's stone!
You told me my fear would keep me alive,
- Oh, good. - Good, sir?
that woman is not dragging me into anything!
- No, wait! Environment checks. - Oh, yes, sorry! Quite right.
Like I said on the dance floor,
Lowest point in the wreckage is only about 50 feet up from here. That way.
Well, then, the Angels have made their second mistake,
Two minutes. Sweetie, I need you.
She just left you a note in a museum.
- Oh, I had lessons from the very best. - Well, yeah.
Every statue in this maze, every single one, is a Weeping Angel.
- Power! - Doctor?
of my consciousness to communicate with you. Sorry about the confusion.
There's no way up, no way back, no way out.
Father Octavian?
So why no pictures? Why not show us what to look out for?
Just jump, high as you can. Come on, leap of faith, Bishop.
And they're not fast. You said they were fast.
There was only one Angel on the ship. Just the one, I swear.
You've got a time machine. What do you need museums for?