Are You Sure about This...?
Trusting Our Fate to a Boy we Hardly Know...?
The Force is unusually Strong with Him.
He can See Things
before They Happen.
Will I Ever See You Again...?
What Does Your Heart Tell You?
He can Help You.
He was Meant to Help You.
Anakin! DROP!!
Our Lady :
Where were we?
JERICHO:
I may have to write all this down.
Our Lady:
Once this is over,
be My Guest.
JERICHO :
But why are They attacking My House?
What do They want?
CLAIRE:
I think... me.
Our Lady:
Why would they want you, Claire?
CLAIRE:
Because I'm one of Them. Look.
(The skin on her hands resembles stone.)
JERICHO:
Miss Brown!
Our Lady:
This isn't possible.
How long have you been like this?
CLAIRE:
Er, physically, just tonight.
But I hallucinated I had Angel-wings,
and there was dust coming out of my eye.
There's An Angel within me, Doctor.
I'm certain of it.
Our Lady:
You're a Percipient, A Seer.
You had a premonition
of An Angel in Your Mind
and now it's living there.
That which contains
The Image of An Angel...
is an Angel.
It's taken hold.
CLAIRE:
Oh, my. But it keeps
coming and going.
Her hands return to normal.
The Angels are heading for the cellar door.
JERICHO:
You're saying that because she had A Premonition, A Vision,
it's taken psychic root within her?
A real, genuine psychic manifestation?
Our Lady :
Eustacius Jericho, proper Scientist.
Under siege from The Impossible,
doesn't even stop to be scared.
Just wants to understand what's
beyond his comprehension.
JERICHO:
Oh, I've seen many things
Beyond My comprehension, Doctor.
I was one of the first British soldiers
into Belsen at the end of The War.
If you think a few stone statues
will destroy my equilibrium
you are mistaken.
What do you need me to do?
Our Lady :
We need a lot of eyes
on a lot of Weeping Angels.
Claire, I need you to look
inside Your Mind.
If there's An Angel in there,
I need to get it out.
Will You give me permission
to enter Your Mind?
CLAIRE:
Will it hurt?
Our Lady:
I'll be as gentle as I can.
CLAIRE :
Okay.
JERICHO:
You're going to place yourself
inside Miss Brown's Mind?
Our Lady:
Yes.
JERICHO:
Let me take the readings, please.
Permit me to record it.
CLAIRE:
You're supposed to be
observing the Angels!
JERICHO:
Well, I can still do that.
The Machines will record any activity.
Please. This is unprecedented.
An Experiment that goes
beyond anything before researched. There.
(He has put the head sets on the women.)
Our Lady:
Contact.
Phoebe Spengler :
Two Millimetres of plastic EYE protection --
are you sure this is safe?
Mr. Grooberson,
Teacher of Science :
"Safe"...?! *
*scoffs*
HISTORY, is "Safe".
Geometry -- THAT'S "Safe".
SCIENCE, is all
Particle Accelerators
and Hydrogen BOMBS.
It's giving YOURSELF The Plague
and GAMBLING on The Cure.
Phoebe Spengler :
(She Grins)
Science is Reckless.
Mr. Grooberson,
Teacher of Science :
TOTALLY!!
Yes! It's Punk Rock!
A Safety-Pin through
The Nipple of Accademia.
Podcast :
(Deadpan)
Yeowch.
