All language subtitles for The.War.of.the.Worlds.1953.720p.BluRay.X264-AMIABLE

In the first world war and
for the first time in the history of man,

nations combined to fight against nations,
using the crude weapons of those days.

The second world war involved
every continent on the globe,

and men turned to science
for new devices of warfare,

which reached an unparalleled peak
in their capacity for destruction.

And now, fought with the terrible
weapons of superscience,

menacing all mankind
and every creature on earth, comes...

No one would have believed
in the middle of the 20th century

that human affairs were being
watched keenly and closely

by intelligences greater than man's.

Yet... across the gulf of space
on the planet Mars,

intellects vast and cool and unsympathetic

regarded our earth with envious eyes,

slowly and surely
drawing their plans against us.

Mars is more than 140 million miles
from the sun,

and for centuries, it has been in the
last stages of exhaustion.

At night, temperatures drop
far below zero, even at its equator.

The inhabitants of this dying planet
looked across space

with instruments and intelligences
of which we have scarcely dreamed,

searching for another world
to which they could migrate.

They could not go to Pluto,
outermost of all the planets

and so cold that its atmosphere
lies frozen on its surface.

They couldn't go to Neptune or Uranus,

twin worlds in eternal night
and perpetual cold,

both surrounded
by an unbreathable atmosphere

of methane gas and ammonia vapor.

The Martians considered Saturn,

an attractive world with its many moons
and beautiful rings of cosmic dust,

but its temperature is
close to 270 degrees below zero,

and ice lies 15, 000 miles deep
on its surface.

Their nearest world was giant Jupiter,

where there are titanic cliffs of lava
and ice with hydrogen flaming at the tops,

where the atmospheric pressure
is terrible,

thousands of pounds to the square inch.

They couldn't go there.

Nor could they go to Mercury,
nearest planet to the sun.

It has no air,

and the temperature at its equator,
is that of molten lead.

Of all the worlds that the intelligences
on Mars could see and study,

only our own warm earth
was green with vegetation,

bright with water,

and possessed
a cloudy atmosphere eloquent of fertility.

It did not occur to mankind that
a swift fate might be hanging over us,

or that from the blackness of outer space,
we were being scrutinized... and studied.

Until the time of our nearest approach
to the orbit of Mars

during a pleasant summer season...

- Is that a fireball or somethin'?
- Boy, that's big!

Maybe it's a comet.

- Wonder where it lit?
- Miles away, I bet you.

- Hey, let's go find it.
- That probably dropped halfway to Pomona.

- Oh, it was nearer than that.
- I'm gonna see. Who's comin'?

This is Pine Summit. I got a smoke.

One-sixty, thirty.

Azimuth reading, 160 degrees, 30 minutes.

Big? I'll bet it's as big as anything
that ever lit in California.

You better get something over there.
It's started a blaze already.

Over here. This way.

You there, with the shovel!

Let me get in there!

Out of the way!

Bring that hose over here.

We're gettin' it licked, fellas.
Keep at it.

Hey, grab this.

Joe, Joe, lend a hand over here.

Number 3 to DO. Number 3 to DO.

DO to Number 3, come in.

We're getting this under control.
We won't need anymore help. Over.

Okay. Send the tanker in,

but you can stand by
until that thing cools off. Over.

I think somebody ought to check on it.
Over.

Well, there's some fellows fishing at
Pine Summit, I think they're scientists.

They probably saw it come down.
I'll let them know. What's it look like?

Can't get near enough to see it very well.
It's too hot.

But it's a whale of a size.

I got a message for you.

You're the guys from Pacific Tech,
ain't you?

Right.

- Looks like the fishing was good.
- Have some?

Well, I might just do that.

It's about that meteor.

They say it's a whopper.

The district officer phoned us
at the lookout up on the summit.

I thought you might be interested.

It's about 10 or 12 Miles from here,
over by Linda Rosa.

Are they sure it's a meteor?
It didn't come down like one.

That's right.
Came down in kind of spurts, didn't it?

Well,
you fellas will have to figure it out.

You're scientists.

All I know is, they say it's
as big as a house and practically red hot.

I'd like to borrow your car
and take a look at it in the morning.

We ought to get back.
I can fly Bilderbeck down in your plane.

- Okay. The insurance is paid up.

Light?

No. I'll smoke it later.

- Did you watch it come down?
- I seen it from my window.

Harold. Harold. Look here a minute.

Step over to your left just a little
and hold it. Smile.

It must've hit way up there
and then skidded along the gully.

After it stopped, all that loose earth
and stuff shook down over it.

- Excuse me.
- I guess most of it's buried.

That's 12 feet thick, easy. Maybe more.

Meteors always run heavy.

They won't be able to haul
this one away to no museum.

It'll be a real good attraction
for Sunday drivers.

Better than a lion farm or a snake pit.
We won't have to feed it.

Sure. We can sell tamales and
enchiladas and hot dogs, too!

Yeah! Ice cream, cold drinks, souvenirs.

I think we should put up
a few picnic tables.

No, no.
Then they'd bring their own lunches.

What's the idea, Buck?

- Gonna dig for gold?
- You think you're kiddin'?

It's gonna be like having a gold mine
in our own backyard.

I'm gonna get a closer look at it.

Reckon it's solid all through?

Lucky it didn't come down
in the middle of town!

Wonder who owns this property.

That's it over there.

Still pretty darn hot!

What's the idea of the shovel?

- Be careful, Buck.
- Yeah, watch it, Buck.

Easy, Buck, man.

- Hey!
- I guess it's pretty hot there.

Did you see it come down?

Yes. I was fishing up in the hills.

You must've caught plenty
with all that tackle.

Oh, there were three of us.
The others flew back in my plane.

I don't understand why a meteor that size
didn't make a bigger crater.

Oh, it hit sideways and skidded in.

At least that's what I think.
I don't really know.

But the ranger said a scientist is coming
from Pacific Tech. He'll tell us.

Clayton Forrester. Ever hear of him?

What's that fellow trying to do
over there, dig it out?

He's top man in astro-
and nuclear physics.

He knows all about meteors.

You seem to know all about him.

Well, I did a thesis on modern scientists,
working for my masters degree.

Did it do you any good?

Why, sure. I got it.

- Say, do you have a match?
- No. I'm sorry. I don't smoke.

Forrester's the man behind
the new atomic engines.

They had him on the cover of Time.

- You know, you've got to rate to get that.
- Aw, he isn't that good.

Well, now, how can you say that
when you don't even know him?

Well, I do know him. Slightly.

Oh, what's he like?

Well, he's like, uh...

Like, uh...

Oh.

Well, you certainly don't look like
yourself in that getup, Dr. Forrester.

But I'm happy to meet you, anyway.

I'm Sylvia van Buren.
I teach library science over at USC.

I didn't know how to stop you.

I might have recognized you
without the beard.

And you didn't wear glasses
on the Time cover.

Oh, they're really for long distance.

When I want to look at something close,
I take them off.

Boy, you could fry eggs on that thing!

All that sand will keep the heat in
for a long time.

Oh, Uncle Matthew,
this is Dr. Clayton Forrester.

My Uncle, Dr. Matthew Collins,
pastor of the community church.

Well, I ‒
How do you do, Dr. Forrester?

- How do you do, sir?
- Hey, you!

What you got in here, fella?
Tickin' like a bomb.

This is a Geiger counter
for detecting radioactivity.

We did a little bit of surveying
while we were up in the hills.

It's that meteor.

- It's radioactive?
- Yes.

Difficult to account
for a reaction like that.

Look at this thing. It's goin' crazy.

Maybe we ought to keep people
away from it, huh?

Might be a good idea.

I'll post two or three deputies.

They can make sure it doesn't
start anymore fires, too.

You know, that meteor's either very light,
which is unheard of,

or else it's hollow somehow.

If it were heavy and solid,

it would have made a tremendous crater
when it landed.

I think I'll wait around
until it cools off.

If you tell me of a place in town, I...
I'd like to clean up.

I'd be delighted
if you'd stay at my house, Dr. Forrester.

Thank you.

Probably won't be cool
for another 24 hours.

What do people do around here
on a Saturday?

They don't do much of anything.

There's a square dance
at the social hall this evening.

Well, let's take another look at it.

Almost cold now, ain't it?

It won't start anymore fires.
We might as well go home.

Yeah, no sense staying out here.

Let's go.

Hey!

It's moving!

It's a bomb.

It don't go off last night.

Maybe it's gonna go off now, huh?

It's an enemy sneak attack.

- Let's get out of here.
- Wait a minute. Wait a minute.

Bombs don't unscrew.

It's no meteor, that's for sure.

Darnedest thing I ever saw...

the way that's unscrewin'.

- Thank you, Dr. Forrester. You having fun?
- Yup.

And you want to know what I was thinking?

If we could gather all the energy
expended in just one square dance,

we could send that meteor
back to where it came from.

- Must be somebody in there.
- Who?

- Where do you think they come from?
- How would I know?

I read someplace,
Mars is near the earth right now.

Happens every 18 or 20 years, they say.

Men from Mars.

What do you think?

Maybe these are not men, not like us.

Everything human doesn't have
to look like you and me.

If it's men from Mars...
we ought to let them know we're friendly.

Don't fool around with something
when you don't know what it is.

We'd be the first to make
contact with them, see?

We'd be in all the papers.

How about that?

We could show them we're friendly, huh?
Walk out there with a white flag.

Hey, I got an old sugar sack in my car.

What are we going to say to them?

Welcome to California.

Come on.

- We're friends!
- Yeah!

Hey, there! Open up!

How they gonna understand us?

We'll talk in sign language.

They'll understand us, all right.

Mmm, sure. Sure!

Everybody understands when you wave
the white flag, you wanna be friends.

Hey, there! Open up!

Come on out! We're friends!

That's right! We welcome you!

- We're friends!
- Yeah!

Where's the fuse box?

No smoochin' in the dark, folks.

Any candles around?

Hey, look!
All the lights in town have gone out!

Somebody's found some candles.

Zippy, call the electric company
and see what happened.

Okay.

Hey! The phone's gone dead!

That's funny. The phone's
not on the same circuit as the lights.

What are they saying, honey?

Something's wrong with my hearing aid.

Well, we always play "Good Night, Ladies"
at 12:00, anyway.

It must be nearly that now.

- My watch has stopped.
- Oh, I've got the time.

- Huh. Mine stopped, too.
- So's mine.

Jeepers, mine ain't workin'. What is this?

Why, they've all stopped at the same time.

There's only one explanation
for a thing like this.

Do you have a pin?

Oh, look! Oh!

See that?
My watch is magnetized.

That's what knocked the phones out, too.

How could it happen to
everybody's watch altogether?

- Do you have a pocket compass?
- Yeah.

Hey, that needle isn't pointing north!

It's pointing to the gully
where that meteor came down.

All right, folks, let me through.
Let me through here.

- Sheriff, what's going on?
- I don't know anymore than you do, Joe.

Look at the fire out there.

Let's go see.

The power lines are down.
That explains why the lights went out.

What ‒

Hey, look at the car!

Where are the three men
you left out here?

Look there!

People in town started to follow us.

Don't let them come anywhere near here.

Jump! Get under cover!

What is that gizmo?

I think that gizmo is a machine
from another planet.

We better get word to the authorities.

Look!

Sheriff, you'd
better get word to the military.

You're going to need them out here.

Get movin', on the double.

Take cover along the riverbed!
Get those 30s over here!

The area is under control
of marines from El Toro base,

and the gully is surrounded.

Oh, and here's Professor McPherson of the
Canadian meteorological research council.

Is it true, Professor, you've had reports
of landings in other places? In Canada?

Not in Canada yet.

But in Bordeaux, France. Some in Spain.

There's supposed to be one down
near the Gulf of Taranto, Italy.

We're trying to locate the second meteor

that landed in this vicinity
just about midnight.

Well, do you think they come from Mars?

- What do you think, Dr. Forrester?
- Oh, it's possible.

At least it seems certain they're
from some planet other than our own.

Suppose they are Martians, Professor.

What would they look like?
Bigger than us? Smaller?

Well, as to Martians, our
gravitational pull would weigh them down.

Our heavier air would oppress them.

Then you think they'd be
breathing creatures like us.

What about the heart
and blood and all that?

But if they are Martians,
and if they do have hearts,

they'd almost certainly
beat at a slower rate.

Their veins might be distended.

Their senses could be quite different
from ours, of course.

They may, for instance,
be able to smell colors.

Precedent in our own evolution
makes it possible

that they have more than one brain.

You mean two? Three?
Just think of that, folks!

It's only speculation.

Now, Dr. Forrester,
what about these meteor machines?

They're probably controlled
by jets after they enter our atmosphere

and navigated by some form
of gyroscopic mechanism.

Thank you, Dr. Forrester.

Oh, Colonel. Can you tell us anything
about this plane that's coming over?

It'll drop a flare, that's the only way
we dare put a light on them.

Then Air Force cameramen
will get pictures.

That was Marine Colonel Ralph Heffner.

There's been a lot of mysterious
activity around the machine,

lights and dust,
as if they're digging themselves out.

And there it comes again!

If this keeps up, it'll be a guide
for the plane when it comes over.

- Is that the plane now?
- Yes. He's signaling.

The pilot has just blipped his motor,
that means he's dropped the flare.

He's flying high, so it'll take
a few seconds for it to come down.

When it does burst,
we shall be the first men on earth

to get a real look
at these invaders from space.

They're after the plane with their ray!

Take cover!

Jump for it!

Here we are in ‒

Hey!

They cut me off! They got my truck!

It looks like they're gonna come
out of that gully pretty soon.

We'll have to rush our defenses
to be ready when they do.

You're going to need
plenty of reinforcements.

We'll get 'em.

They got the fire road blocked.

A truck turned over.

The troops are certainly moving in here.

I know you sent word to
the Sixth Army Command.

No, I just told them the local situation,
Colonel Heffner's in charge.

You never know
where you're going to wind up

when you go to a square dance, do you?

Runner? Where's a runner?

- That's D-24.
- Correct.

Now, locate your observation
post on this hill.

Position your recoilless 75s back here,

- Carbon Canyon.
- Yes, sir.

I want your battery here.

You may find
at daylight you're too exposed,

so, keep your prime movers
ready to pull you out fast.

But you'll get first crack at 'em.

- Suits me. Will that be all, sir?
- Yes. Report when you're set up.

Heffner.

Half-tracks? Okay.

Get in back of Hill 3.

Repeat, Hill 3.

If it's a moving target,
follow up from there.

- All right.
- Can you hear me?

Anybody get a look
at the Martians yet?

They've located that second meteor.

Mark it up.

Weapons truck turned over
on the road. Take action and report.

How many tactical men out of action?

No radio.

3-1-8-0.

There's one. There's the other.

Here we are right between them.

So is the town, I notice.

I warned them to be ready
if they have to evacuate.

I just came to tell you
everyone has been alerted.

- Hut.
- As you were.

General Mann,
I was told to expect you, sir.

- I'm Colonel Heffner.
- I'm here to make up a report,

not to interfere with the operations
you've set up. You're still in command.

Clayton Forrester.
I haven't seen you since Oak Ridge.

Good to see you, General.

Oh, this is Pastor Collins,

Sheriff Bogany, head of local control,
Miss Van Buren.

- Miss Van Buren.
- How do you do, General?

- Would you care for some coffee?
- Thank you.

General Mann's in charge of intelligence
for the Pacific area.

That's their position.

Well,
you've certainly got them surrounded.

I suppose they neutralized
all communications here.

Not all, sir. Radio's out,
but our field phones are okay so far.

Well, they'll go
the minute there's another heat ray.

"Cylinder reported down
by Huntington Beach."

That's a job for the Navy.

Any news from abroad?

Washington is in constant touch
with the military of other nations.

Apparently, they're coming down all over.

South America.

Santiago has two cylinders.

They're outside London.

They're in Naples.

We've got them between here and Fresno.

Outside Sacramento.

Two on Long Island.

They're just coming down at random?

No.

According to information
from foreign sources,

they're working to some kind of a plan.

Now, what it may be isn't clear yet,

simply because once they begin to move...

no more news comes out of that area.

We've been getting reports of destruction,
massacre.

Here's an instance,

"Town of St. Julien, South of Bordeaux
wiped out by ray of undetermined nature.

Local reports say nothing remains."

"Nothing remains."
What do you make of that?

All we've seen is the heat ray they use.

Well,
some of our newest weapons are in here.

- We want to be sure to stop them.
- We will, sir.

Now, from the data, from that picture,
the air force took earlier tonight...

what we've got out there
is the original pilot ship.

On the basis of its observations,
the others were guided down.

Pattern-wise, one lands, then two,

making groups of threes
joined magnetically.

- Is that possible?
- If they do it, it is.

My orders are not to go into action
unless they move out of that gully.

Meanwhile,
we'll have a chance to observe them.

This is the only place
we've had time to surround them

with sufficient force to contain them.

What happens here will be a
guide to all other operations.

Now, the minute action begins and
a pattern of defense develops,

I'll get my report to Washington.

- You've deployed your forces well.
- Thank you, sir.

If they start anything,
we can blast them right off the earth.

They'll probably move at dawn.

There's something moving in the gully.

Look at it, will you?

Beings from another world.

- Is that some kind of a flying machine?
- No, no.

It's supported from the ground by rays,
probably some form of magnetic flux,

like invisible legs.

This is amazing.

They must keep the opposing poles in
balance and lift the machine.

Stand by to fire.

All command posts, stand by to fire.

But, colonel, shooting's no good.

It's always been a good persuader.

Shouldn't you try to communicate
with them first,

and shoot later if you have to?

Target as indicated.
Repeat. Target as indicated.

The 75s report
they've got them under open sights, sir.

I think
we should try to make them understand

we mean them no harm.

There's another machine
coming out.

They are living creatures out there.

But they're not human.

Dr. Forrester says they're
some kind of advanced civilization.

If they're more advanced than us...

they should be nearer the creator
for that reason.

It'll be a moving target.
Prepare to follow up.

No real attempt has been made
to communicate with them, you know.

Let's go back inside, Uncle Matthew.

I've done all I can in there. You go back.

Sylvia.

I like that Dr. Forrester.

He's a good man.

Attention, all batteries,
prepare for volley fire.

Repeat, prepare for volley fire.

Who's that?

What's he think he's doing?

Uncle! Uncle Matthew!

- It's too late now! He's too far away!
- Stop him!

Though I walk through the valley
of the shadow of death,

I will fear no evil.

Stop him!

Stop!

It's seen him.

Thou anointest my head with oil.

My cup runneth over.

And I will dwell
in the house of the lord... forever.

- Let 'em have it!
- Fire!

Those shells can't get through to them.

They've put out some sort of
electromagnetic covering,

a protective blister.

That skeleton beam must be what
they used to wipe out the French city.

It neutralizes mesons somehow.

They're the atomic glue
holding matter together.

Cut across their lines of magnetic force,
and any object will simply cease to exist.

Take my word for it, general.

This type of defense is useless
against that kind of power.

You'd better let Washington know. Fast!

- Hold 'em as long as you can.
- Right, sir.

Order all command posts,

everything pull back north
of highway 60 tunnel bunker.

Right.

Everybody out of here! Everybody out!

The Air Force will take care
of these babies now.

Dr. Forrester, get out of here.

Everybody out of here!

Everybody ‒

You'll hit something. Can't you go higher?

No.
The air will be full of jets any minute.

There they are!

All about the Martian invasion.

They're in New York and Miami,
fighting outside Los Angeles.

All about it.

Hold it right there, General, please.

You're the gentlemen I asked to come here.

General Mann,
what do you think of this situation?

Is it your opinion the army can hold them?

Sorry. I've no time.

You've got guns and equipment
going out there all night, General.

Come on. Break it up.

The way he's hedging,
maybe the army didn't hold them.

I've seen news off the Pacific cables.

Sidney, Australia. Penang. Rangoon, India.

From what's coming through,
nobody's stopped them yet.

I want to know,
if the city must be evacuated.

We're ready.
Lots of people have already moved out.

We've mobilized emergency cars
and buses in the yards.

The red cross is standing by.

Now, for your information, the enemy is
25 or 30 miles outside Los Angeles.

Not down in full force yet but developing.
It can happen any minute.

The crisis will come if they move
toward the metropolitan area.

- Now we've got ‒
- Washington's on the line, sir.

General Mann.

I'd say our effective losses were
nearly 60% men, 90% material.

Well, the jets went in,
but not one of them came out.

I watched high-level bombers
drop everything they carried.

They were knocked out of the sky,
and their bombs did nothing.

Nothing was effective against them.

Yes. They have some sort of electronic
umbrella. It's quite impenetrable.

Dr. Forrester believes
they generate atomic force

without the heavy screening we use.

That's where they get
the power for their rays.

Very well, sir.

Call Victorville, tell them
I want the fastest plane they've got.

You'll get all further instructions
from Sixth Army Command.

Now I'll make a statement
to those reporters.

Right.

All right, fellas.
The General will see you now.

General, we heard that Dr. Clayton
Forrester was out there with you.

What's he think about this?

Ask him. He's back at Pacific Tech.

No, he's not. We tried to get him there.
He hasn't shown up.

Wake up.

Let's get moving, huh?

Are you all right?

- Is that machine...
- It's gone.

- Where are we?
- Southwest of Corona somewhere.

There must have been
another cylinder down here.

They've been through this whole area
and cleared everybody out.

There's a farmhouse out there.

Let's see if we can find
something to eat, huh?

We're doing all right.

You know, I almost forgot when I ate last.

Hey, that looks good.

You know, mostly I get my meals
in coffee shops and restaurants.

- Don't you live at home?
- No, on the campus.

I haven't any family.

I come from a big one.

There's nine of us, all in Minnesota...

except me.

I have no close folks.

My parents died when I was a kid.

A big family must be fun. I imagine ‒

I imagine it makes you feel
you belong to something.

Oh, it does.

Maybe that's why I feel
kind of lost right now.

We'll get out of here safely.

Don't worry.

But they seem to murder
everything that moves.

If they're mortal,
they must have mortal weaknesses.

They'll be stopped... somehow.

I've been as close to them as anyone,

and never close enough
for any real observation.

I feel like I did
one time when I was small...

awful scared and lonesome.

I'd wandered off.

I've forgotten why.

But the family and whole crowds
of neighbors were hunting for me.

They found me in a church.

I was afraid to go in any place else.

I stayed right by that door,

praying for the one who loved me best
to come and find me.

It was Uncle Matthew who found me.

I liked him.

He liked you.

Oh, I could bawl my head off.

But you're not going to.
You're not the kind.

Look, you're tired.
You've been up all night.

You cracked up in a plane,
slept in a ditch.

You want to know something?

It doesn't show on you at all.

Oh.

Get down!

- How long was I out?
- Hours. Oh, I've been so scared.

They're right outside.
Several of them came down together.

There's a machine standing
right alongside of us.

An electronic eye.

Like a television camera.

It's looking for us.

Maybe they're not too sure we're here.

They could be as curious about us
as we are about them.

Maybe.

Maybe they want to take us alive.

It's pulling out.

Can't we get out of here?

Something moved out there.

There's nothing there now.

It was... one of them.

What was it like?

I couldn't see much in the dark,
but it was one.

We're right in a nest of them.
I've got to get a good look at them.

They've blocked it.

It's blocked here, too.

They've pushed earth or something
all around outside.

Here. This way.

The stairway up to the attic.

Look out!

Your scarf.

It's wet.

Blood.

No. No!

- Stop it!

- Stop it! Stop it!
- That was not blood!

We gotta make a run for it. Come on.

The Martians had calculated
their descent upon our earth

with amazing perfection and subtlety.

As more of their cylinders came
from the mysterious depths of space,

their war machines,
awesome in their power and complexity,

created a wave of fear
which swept into all corners of the world.

In every country, government officials
met in desperate conclave,

seeking ways to coordinate their defenses
with those of other nations.

The government of India, driven from
New Delhi, met in a rail road coach.

While massive Hindu populations streamed

for the imagined safety
of the faraway Himalayas.

The redoubtable Finnish
and Turkish armies,

Chinese battalions and Bolivians
worked and fought furiously.

Every effort against the tremendous power
of their other-world antagonists

ended in the same frantic rout.

As the Martians burned fields and forests,
and great cities fell before them,

huge populations were
driven from their homes.

The stream of flight
rose swiftly to a torrent.

It became a giant stampede
without order and without goal.

It was the beginning
of the rout of civilization,

of the massacre of humanity.

A great silence fell over half of Europe
as all communication was disrupted.

When the last wire photo out of Paris

reached the French cabinet,
exiled in Strasbourg,

they hit upon the idea
of using super-speed jets as couriers

stripped of armament
and loaded with extra fuel,

these planes maintained connection
with the Scandinavian countries,

North Africa, the United States,
and especially with England.

It was plain the Martians appreciated

the strategic significance,
of the British Isles.

The people of Britain met
the invaders magnificently.

But it was unavailing.

As Martians swept northward toward London,
the British cabinet stayed in session,

coordinating every item of information
that could be gathered,

passing it on to the United
Nations in New York.

From there,
the news was forwarded to Washington

because here was the only remaining
unassailed strategic point.

Forty-eight north, two west.

- 31 east. Anchored on Cairo.
- Checking.

Dover blanked out.

- Brazil checking.
- Urgent, repeat.

Major Bentley Dawson,
report to General Mann.

Eighty west by thirty-eight north,
okay.

Make every effort to contact
civil authorities

evacuating declared emergency areas.

Now, this much is certain.

It's vital to prevent the Martian
machines from linking up.

Once they do, they adopt
an extraordinary military tactic.

They form a crescent.

They anchor it at one end...

and sweep on
until they've cleared a quadrant.

Then they anchor the opposite end
and reverse direction.

They slash across country like scythes,

wiping out everything
that's trying to get away from them.

That explains why communication is cut
the moment their machines begin moving.

Montreal's blacked out.
Nothing more's come through.

Same thing that happened on
the Pacific coast. Anything from them yet?

No, Mr. Secretary we've had nothing
from San Francisco for over five hours.

Excuse me, gentlemen.
Here's that Los Angeles picture, sir.

This is a sonic radar picture
taken from extreme altitude.

It shows full details of the Martian nest
outside Los Angeles.

Their machines appear as round blobs.

Newly fallen cylinders are elongated.

We know there are three cylinders
to each group

and three machines to each cylinder.

All right. I've seen enough.

There's only one thing
that'll stop the Martians.

We've held back because of the danger
of radiation to civilians.

Now there's no choice.

The White House will confirm an order
to use the atom bomb.

Then our first target will be the initial
landing place outside Los Angeles.

First thing you get there,
arrange for the Pacific Tech scientists

to monitor the drop.

I'll send wire orders ahead of you
and have the area clear all around.

We've still time to hit them before dark.

Then we'll blast them all over the world.

Forrester,
everybody's been looking for you.

I know. We've walked halfway from Corona.

Finally found an abandoned truck.

This is Miss van Buren.

Dr. Gratzman, Dr. Pryor,
James, Bilderbeck.

What's this I hear about the A-bomb?

We've been assigned as special detail,

we're going in right afterwards,
study its effect.

We're leaving in half an hour.

- What's that?
- King-sized fish eye?

This is an electronic eye.

The Martians modeled it
after their own eye.

They use it the way we use a periscope.

It'll tell us a lot about
their metals and alloys.

If this is actually a lens,
we can find out about their optics.

Interesting. Very interesting.

And this...

the blood of a Martian.

I don't remember ever seeing
blood crystals as anemic as these.

They may be mental giants...

but, by our standards, physically,
they must be very primitive.

Isn't it curious how everything about them
seems to be in threes?

Their eyes have three lenses
and three distinct pupils.

- Strong light shocks them.
- They're not accustomed to it.

Sunlight on Mars is approximately
half as strong as we get it.

Add their clouds and dust,
it amounts to no more than our twilight.

Now if you'll step over here, please.

We've rigged the epidiascope to reflect
whatever the Martian lens picks up.

Move in a little.

Thank you.

There's how the Martians see us.

Evidently there's a shift
in their spectrum.

Their color absorption must
be different from ours.

Let's see why they were so curious
about you, Miss van Buren.

Time to get started, gentlemen.

Let's go.

That Martian blood, let them make a quick
analysis of it and see what we've got.

- It might give us something.
- Something we could use.

Oh, let it go.
If you're interested in Martian blood,

you'll get all you want right after
the plane drops the bomb.

The flying wing is going to carry it.

Hello, tower, this is Air Force
flying wing ready for takeoff. Over.

Flying wing, this is the tower,
clear for takeoff, over.

Wish us luck. Roger.

The target for the A-bomb is this nest
of Martian machines in the Puente Hills,

where more of these meteor-cylinders
came down early last evening.

A plane will pinpoint the target
for the drop from six miles up.

We've been warned
that this bomb is ten times more powerful

than anything previously used.

It's the latest thing in nuclear fission.

Nothing like this has ever
been exploded before,

and we're going to be pretty darn close.

But there are observers down in the valley
in a forward bunker.

Well, they'll be a lot nearer than us.

The whole world is waiting,

for this will decide
the fate of civilization and all humanity.

Whether we live or die,
may depend on what happens here.

Attention, please.
Four minutes to bomb time.

There must be
a couple of million people back of us,

in the shelter of the San Gabriel hills,
waiting.

Waiting to find out whether
they can go home again.

Everywhere, all around the world people
have been driven from their homes.

Direct cable communication is being
maintained with Washington,

but there's no radio at all,

not even with the bombing
plane that's coming over.

All radio is dead.

Which means
that these tape recordings I'm making

are for the sake of future history...

if any.

Future history, he said.

Yes. If any.

Bilderbeck has calculated
how long we have got,

until Martians take over the entire world.

If the A-bomb fails, that is.

The Martians can conquer
the earth in six days.

The same number of days
it took to create it.

Attention, please.
Two minutes to bomb time.

Prepare to take shelter.

If you have no goggles, turn away.

Remember the heat flash
and concussion that follow are dangerous.

Fifty seconds.

- There's the plane.
- Right.

Forty seconds.

- We've spotted the plane, sir.
- Right.

Thirty seconds.

Look.

Look!

They're using
those protective blisters again.

Twenty seconds.

Attention. Stand by.

Fifteen seconds.

Ten seconds.

Nine, eight, seven, six, five,

four, three, two, one.

Hello!

Hello. Hello, there. What can you see?

There's something moving.

They haven't even been touched!

It didn't stop them.

Guns, tanks, bombs.
They're like toys against them.

It'll end only one way.

We're beaten.

No.

Not yet.

Washington issued orders.

In event the A-bomb failed,
evacuate all cities in danger of attack.

They'll be moving on Los Angeles now.

We'll establish a line and fight them
all the way back to the mountains.

Our best hope lies in
what you people can develop to help us.

All right, on the double.
Get me back to 6th Army headquarters.

Six days, you said.

Six days.

They'll stamp the city flat.

We'll take all our instruments
and establish a base laboratory

in the Rocky Mountains.

It'll give us time to search out
some weakness in the Martians.

A forlorn hope, but there is a chance.

We may get a lead from that anemic blood.

You mean by some biological approach?

We know now
that we can't beat their machines.

We've got to beat them.

Everybody, listen carefully.

The Martians are coming this way.

We must evacuate the city.

Take food and water
and extra clothing with you.

All major highways have been marked

to lead you to shelter and welfare centers
in the hills.

Come on, come on.

Keep going.

Keep going.

Keep moving.

Keep them rolling, there. Keep going.

Come on.

Come on!

Gratzman, did you get those biotics?

No. I thought you had them.

Never mind. I'll get them.

You get in the school bus.

Sylvia will drive you.

Let me up.

- Get off, Buster!
- I'll give you $500 for your place.

I'll make it 1,000.

Money's no good anymore, Mac!

Here comes another truck!

Throw that guy off there!

Get him outta there!

Stop, you fools!

You fools!

Quick! Help me! We've got to stop them!

We can't stop 'em.
The law's no good here now.

They're thieves, robbers, worse.
They wouldn't leave with the rest.

- It's like this all over.
- They've got to be stopped!

Those instruments!

Hold it! Hold it a minute!

We've got to get those instruments.
They're our only chance!

Did that mob grab the trucks ahead of me?

There were a lot of Pacific Tech people
with those trucks. Did you see them?

I don't know anything about other trucks.
There's been fighting on all the streets.

The school bus. A girl was driving.
Did they get that?

If they saw it, they took it.
They'll grab anything on wheels.

You can't buy a ride for love or money!

Gratzman!

Bilderbeck!

Sylvia!

Hey, you, better get outta here.

I'm looking for some
Pacific Tech professors.

There's nobody left around here now.

We had a chance. We could've stopped them.

The mob stole all the trucks,
smashed everything up.

The fools! They cut their own throats!

He's nuts. Come on. Jump in.

Hurry up! Jump in!

There was a girl with them.
If I could find them.

Come on. Jump in, will ya?

She's kind of lost.

You look kind of lost yourself.

But I think I know where she'll be.

Come on, come on.
It's your last chance to get out of here.

We humbly beseech
thy divine guidance, O Lord.

Deliver us from the fear
which has come upon us...

from the evil that grows ever nearer...

from the terror that soon will knock
upon the very door of this, thy house.

O Lord...

we pray thee,

grant us the miracle
of thy divine intervention.

Don't go, son. Stay with us.

No. I'm looking for someone.

She'll be in a church, near the door.

Forrester!

Duprey, Bilderbeck!

I...

Where are the others?

The mob attacked us.

We don't know what happened to the rest.

I ‒ I got ‒ I got knocked under our truck.

Duprey pulled me out.

What happened to Sylvia?

We never did see her again.

In our peril we plead,
succor and comfort us in this hour.

Please, God.

Sylvia!

Sylvia!

Sylvia!

Here! Here!

Sylvia!

Let me through... please!

Maybe they've gone another way.

Let's go see.

It must be all right.

Something's happening to them.

It's dead.

We were all praying for a miracle.

The Martians had no resistance
to the bacteria in our atmosphere

to which we have long since become immune.

Once they had breathed our air,

germs which no longer affect us
began to kill them.

The end came swiftly.

All over the world,
their machines began to stop and fall.

After all that men could do had failed,

the Martians were destroyed
and humanity was saved

by the littlest things,

which God, in his wisdom,
had put upon this earth.