J the maker of all things near and far
j he paints the wayside flower
j he lights the evening star... &
priest: It's a sign of his Providence
that the hallowed places
are places where food may still be grown.
The church grounds are the only spaces
where the cursed weed does not dare encroach.
It puts one in mind of the olive branch
brought by the dove after the great flood.
And like the great flood, we must put our faith...
In the lord to overcome our adversity.
Priest: He gives us victory against our foes
and brings us once again the miracle...
Of new life.
George: I love you.
I love you, Amy.
How did it end for you?
I had to get out of weybridge, so I...
Jumped in the thames.
They made the water boll.
There was a drain somewhere along the river.
So I crawled up there.
For days.
The smoke didn't reach me.
And there was water there. I had water there.
So that was something.
By the time I gathered enough strength
to come to my senses, the victory...
Was won.
How did it end for you?
I don't remember.
What time is it?
Fred: It's nine o'clock.
But it... it can't be.
Well, it's 9:02am.
The day hasn't dawned.
George: It's the, uh... It's the smoke. I...
I saw it rising up across London.
Are they... shutting out the sun? Is that the idea?
Are they going to smother the earth in it?
Maybe it's what the sky looks like on Mars.
I can't believe it just dropped. What killed it?
Fred: I imagine it was hit in the explosions.
We need food and water.
Here. Eat some of these.
You need your strength.
A few days ago, me and mrs e,
we drank some rather unpleasant-looking water,
so I think that perhaps that's what's responsible.
That was a bit silly, wasn't it?
- It was a bit. - Mm.
Is that what you do when I'm not here to take care of you?
Evidently.
There's a door unlocked down the hall.
Come on, let's see if we can find anything.
Rest.
Eat my sweeties.
Amy: Where is everyone?
This was supposed to be a refuge.
Fred: Maybe no-one ever made it here.
Amy: No, someone's been here,
otherwise there would be food, supplies.
It is like they just vanished.
Fred: Oh, one of these must be unlocked.
There must be a storeroom or something somewhere.
Fred: It's a door banging.
It's just the wind.
Alright.
You, that way. I, this.
What? What?
There are bodies scattered all over the roof.
There are your refugees.
God knows how they ended up there.
Some... some water.
It's enough for mrs elphinstone, George and the child.
I'm not sure the old lady should have any.
What?
She's dying. I think she's got typhoid.
We need to prioritise people who have a chance.
Don't tell George.
He'll only give her his.
There's nothing else here. We can't stay.
Run!
Mrs e, come on! Come on, wake up!
- She won't wake up. - Amy: George, come on!
Fred: There isn't time! Grab the girl, get under cover!
Shh...
It's seen her.
That came from in here.
Don't... move.
No...
Who... who is it?
Run.
George: Mrs e, come on!
Amy: Here, quick!
Please...
George: Shh.
Please, help!
- George: We have to help her. - Quiet! Shh!
Oh...
No...
What was that?
Fred: It must have come out of the machine.
We're going to have to shut ourselves in.
And we need to fight.
Amy: George? What is it?
Is he alright?
No, of course not.
He's starving and his sickness is getting worse.
We must think of something, mrs thing.
Shh, shh.
Ogilvy: I try to do this as often as I can.
Amy: Do you ever see anything?
No. Nothing unusual.
Just the planet.
Although it appears closer tonight.
We must be approaching another opposition.
Look.
They're burning the bodies.
There's fever in the village.
Ogilvy: I'll try and do a couple more hours before bedtime.
Do you believe in god?
Assuredly not.
Then how do you explain the churchyards?
- In what way? - The churchyards.
The burial grounds have been the only fertile places since...
The last few years.
So if you don't believe in god,
in miracles and Providence, how do you explain that?
You put your hope in that rubbish,
mrs thing, we'll be in the dark ages.
We're already in the dark ages.
Fred: Now, I know things might look bleak,
but let's keep our chins up.
It's not all doom and gloom.
And whatever that thing is out there, we outnumber it.
There's four of us against one creature.
And clearly, it doesn't know yet we are here.
Therefore, we have an advantage.
Let's not forget that chaps have been in situations
like this before and they've come out smiling.
Just think of baden-Powell at mafeking.
The key thing is self-preservation and defence.
So... firebombs.
We can make them from lamp oil. Come on.
Come on! All hands to the pump.
That means you too, Georgie.
Can you fill these bottles?
And you, Amy, should help me tear these.
Baden-Powell at mafeking. “What?
Don't you think that this...
Could be our fault?
Whose?
Us. No, um... englishmen.
Are you... Are you quite serious?
Yes. I mean, this is what we do, isn't it?
We've been doing this to...
People for years, people that know no better.
- Fred: Take a rest, Georgie. - No.
- What if this is punishment? - Oh, it's not.
Life doesn't work like that.
Just think what it would have been like
for a man in the jungle
to have seen white people for the first time
and to not have received friendship, but death,
to be cut down by bullets.
That's what we do.
We move across the earth
and we take land...
And we build railways,
machines and smoke and metal.
All in our own image. That is us.
We cut people down with bullets and fire...
When all they have is stones and Spears.
- That's just rubbish, George. - Why?
Because it's just complete rubbish.
Do you think we bear some of the blame?
To be perfectly honest, I don't, no.
No. Who do you think is punishing us, god?
And do you think that's the same god
that made us, that also made them?
You think that god created heaven and earth and Mars?
Well, who else?
- God created Mars? - Mm.
And all the little old ladies up on Mars,
they put on their best hats
and they go to church on a Sunday and they sing hymns,
and there's a little martian Jesus
that all the little martian romans nailed to a...
Don't laugh at me!
See, that is the problem with you lot!
You're always trying to see the other chap's side.
Which is fine when you're sitting
in your drawing room in weybridge drinking Sherry.
But it doesn't wash when you are fighting for your life!
Amy: Frederick...
He can't stay here. None of us can.
We have to leave.
Amy: He's no better, ogilvy.
If anything, he's worse.
What do you think they've got, down in the village?
Ogilvy: Well, they're weak from lack of food.
The water's bad.
Do you think it could be typhoid fever?
Uh...
Can you culture typhoid?
Well, yes, I suppose.
- You mean, make a serum? - Yes, but just culture it.
Why, yes, I could,
if I had access to someone who's sick.
Why?
Amy: Something's wrong with it.
Maybe it's injured orisit... it's sick?
Fred: Either way, this is our chance.
And then we make a run for it. All of us.
There's a way around the edge of the machine. Come on.
- Where is she? - She...
Uh, she's just gone to get her...
Come on, darling.
Quick.
Run! Run!
No! No!
There's another one! Go!
Arggh!
- Amy: We can't get through! - In there! Go!
Come on, then, you bastard.
Fred! Fred! Fred!
- Arggh! - Fred!
Fred...
Shh, shh, shh...
_shh. Shh.
Amy: I've never told anyone this before.
I've never told anyone how it, um...
How it ended for me.
Ogilvy: I thought you said you couldn't remember.
I didn't think I did.
I think I've just...
Kept it locked away.
We've done alright, not remembering.
It's was easier not to remember.
I wish we'd been married.
Yes.
You see, the thing is, ogilvy...
There was a reason they came out of their machines.
To eat.
Amy: They ate flesh.
They ate human flesh.
I think that's what killed them.
Priest: You want to experiment on these sick people
to test some theory
that it was our own infection, our own disease?
That's an emotive way of putting it.
Something here has made them ill,
just like it makes us ill,
that combined with the fact
that they've been eating the rotting flesh.
That is a rumour of the more lurid type.
I saw it!
People saw many things under great grief.
Half of them are fairy stories.
Fairy tales of people being eaten alive.
It won't hurt just to let us in and try.
No!
He'll be fine, I promise you.
We have to try.
George: I just need to... I have to finish this.
I need to finish.
I need to go early in the morning
because I need to give greaves a column and a half by...
But... so then I'll hand in my notice.
But I, uh... just have to finish this.
I just have to finish this article first.
Amy: Alright, George.
Just, uh...
Do it in the morning, yes?
Mm, mm.
There must be something in the air.
Or maybe it's in the meat.
Something they don't like, something that weakens them.
It would be rather poetic, wouldn't it?
If they'd studied us, if they'd...
They'd worked out how to deal with us...
Lucy: You deserve every bit of pain that is coming to you.
Fred: If you persist in these follies,
I guarantee you will have no life.
Too afraid to face up fo your responsibilities.
Fred: Selfish, cruel...
Lucy: You emptied my life of all its best...
We should just call out to it.
- We should just shout... - George!
I'll go and speak to it, go and reason with it.
It must be able to see reason
'cause it's intelligent, isn't it?
It's intelligent and this can't be the first, um,
meeting between advanced worlds.
I think it's just... it's just a terrible misunderstanding.
George, stop! George, stop!
- George! - I'll go and reason with it.
George, stop!
No, it's alright.
It's alright.
Don't worry.
Don't worry. It's alright.
We just need to wait here for a while
and it will die, like the other one did.
Come on. Come on.
Ogilvy: It was George junior's.
It was his.
I used the blood I collected before we gave him the serum.
I cultivated typhoid bacteria. Salmonella typhi.
I combined it with fasciitis - rotting flesh.
It's dead.
You killed it.
Yeah.
- Ogilvy: It's a start. - Ltis.
It's perhaps not too late in the year
to clear some land, plant some seeds.
If we can just make it through another year...
There's no guarantee the seeds will grow,
but this is how we do it -
not by praying, not by saluting the bloody union Jack.
When he's better, mrs thing,
I would like to take George for a swim in the sea...
Without it being clogged up with all that horrid stuff.
I should like a bacon sandwich.
- It's a start. - It's a start.
It's proof of nothing. It's hardly anything.
Ogilvy: Take it or leave it, sir.
It's dying.
And the victory, the knowledge of victory,
the knowledge that god
and Great Britain repelled the creatures,
you would take that away
and have the men think instead
that it was their own rot that was humanity's salvation?
I think it's more suggestive of a higher purpose,
that the martians were killed by the smallest creatures
that god put on the planet
that we have learned to fight off, or live with
over millions of years, at the cost of millions of lives.
That's not christianity, sir. That's darwinism.
All survival is built on sacrifice
and that is a fact.
Amy: Something has to happen soon.
George?
Something has to happen soon.
George, I'm alright. Please, just lie down.
Amy... what?
I don't think anything's going to happen soon.
I don't think it's going to go away.
It stands to reason, doesn't it?
There's two of us...
And there's one of it.
It can't get us both. “What?
I'm a nice fellow.
I'll just talk to it.
And I'll tell it that I have a...
I have a wife...
And I have a child...
That I would very much like it to spare.
Please, George, don't. Please, just...
No. No.
I love you.
I love you, Amy.
Don't...
George!
Please, come back!
George!
Run...
Come.
Run...
George!
I let him go.
And I was able to get away.
I didn't see him die.
I just...
Ran.
I suppose I've always hoped he lived.
Why have you carried this for so long?
How could I not?
Amy...
You had a child growing inside you.
One of the last children to be born here.
Perhaps even one of the last children ever to be born.
George was delirious.
Probably dying in any case.
So how can you blame yourself?
You did this...
Impossible thing in order that your child
might be born and might live.
But what good has it done? Look at him.
I haven't been any sort of mother.
Look at him.
He's on his own.
No.
Amy...
He's alive.
And that's what counts.
Life is what counts.
George junior: Tell me about things.
Things?
In the world.
Things.
Well, move up, then.
Come here.
You know, George, there's...
There's lots of marvellous things.
Where I grew up,
people didn't look like us.
They, uh...
They had brown skin.
And...
Often they were very poor.
They didn't always have enough to eat.
You know what?
They were so cheerful
and so happy.
And they wore really bright colours.
And the sun...
When the sun shone there, it was...
So warm...
So bright.
And...
The sky, it wasn't...
Grey or pink.
It was blue.
Clear blue.
And there were lots of animals
and all sorts of birds of different colours.
Tigers, mongooses, shakes.
Then there were the mountains.
The mountains were... oh.
They were bigger than you can dream, George.
And they were, gosh, purple, black, grey.
Some of them were even... Even white with snow.
Cold, white snow.
I used to go
and visit my father up there.
He'd be drawing maps.
And then one day...
When I was a little bit older, I, uh...
I got on a ship
and I sailed across the oceans
and I came... l came here.
When I got off the ship, I thought,
"oh, it's a little bit rainy."
But I thought it was pretty...
With its countryside...
And people.
Millions of people.
And children.
Thousands of children. Children everywhere.
Playing and laughing, singing
and, uh, eventually going to sleep.
One day, can we go there?
I will start packing our bags.
Night-night, mummy.
I love you.
You go to sleep.