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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.

He gives us victory against our foes and
brings

us once again the miracle of new life.

We need to move.

There are tunnels down here.

Over to the naval docks.

Right.

Wasn't that just incredible?

Knocks people down.

Imagine what'll happen once we have hold
of one of those things.

Expansion is everything. We must get
hold of one of those machines.

You truly think they come from Mars?
Does it matter?

I mean it.

The world, sir, is being limited. Our
object has been to take as much of the

world as possible.

But if we could go up there...

Did you breathe it in? I don't think so.

That's London.

I'll get you some water.

This cart's going to drop to pi - It's
rotten.

My husband needs some water.

Very nice of them to move these things
about.

Is she a sensible person?

My wife.

In most situations, yes.

Water?

Seeing that, I'd say a sensible person
would head for the coast.

I have a summer house in Shubrineth on
the Essex coast.

Does George know about it?

Yes, he used to belong to our mother.

Well, Frederick, if he... If he can't
get to London, if he can't meet you

maybe he'll go there.

Frederick?

Look, I don't know what's happened to
George.

I'm sorry.

But our thoughts for this moment must be
on our survival, on your survival.

How are we going to govern this mess?

Fight back.

It's a head north, you understand?

It's my duty.

Especially since the minister... Yes,
Frederick, I understand. Thank you for

your help.

What's the address we're coming to? No,
we ought to go north. Listen, listen to

me.

Teddy, help me. Should we renounce his
head, yes?

He won't be happy about going to France.

Goodness, are you all right?

Your nose is bleeding. Are you all
right?

Yes. Do you feel all right?

I'm just feeling a bit under the
weather, that's all.

Look, I think the beach is just down
there.

You stay here, and I'll come back for
you, all right?

Manchester, Birmingham, Liverpool at
least. What about the army? What does

army do?

Guns can't touch the mortar shells.

It's like bows and arrows against
lightning.

We have to ship out.

You have to come on board the boat.

He'll be here somewhere, Frederick.
He'll be here. George isn't coming.

He's very likely dead.

And if by a miracle he isn't, then
you'll have done him no good by waiting

to be killed.

No. That means they are coming.

It is quite clear. We are finished. You
have to go.

Give him all our love, sir, Frederick.
We are children only.

Frederick, I'm going to die. Please,
live.

Live. Please.

Do that for George and for my family.

Huh.

Bless you. You'll never lose me.

Ever.

I'm sorry I'm not someone else.

Where have you been?

A death door, mainly.

First cholera.

And then I got this.

Trying to experiment with captured
weapons.

I was in a nice enough place for a
while.

And then the food ran out.

And you've got this fine young man.

Where's George?

I left him.

Never saw him again.

Not much further, and then we can rest.

Hello?

Well, they've moved on, haven't they?

Moved on.

I don't think I can go much further.

Apologies. Just find me somewhere
picturesque.

Be righteous, ninepence.

May as well stay the night.

That gets my vote, stay the night.

Well, someone's fighting back at least.

Let's get you inside.

There's a door here.

The heroic fight back and the great
victory.

It's rubbish.

All of it.

The wheat fields in America.

The grain coming from Australia.

It's a lie.

There hasn't been a harvest this year
anywhere.

Any fool can see that.

And that's what they feed us, instead of
real food.

We've got this totally wrong.

We remember the wrong things.

About the war?

You think it's right to call it a war?

What else?

A massacre?

A visitation.

A reconnaissance.

A feeding.

What?

We may have won something, Mrs. Thing.

Blown them up, killed them off.

But can you really call this victory?

It very much looks like a red planet to
me.

What if this is what they wanted?

Send our machines.

To start the process of... Of making
Earth again.

In the image of Mars.

That's what the black smoke did.

That's what it was for.

Whatever it left behind has spread
across the Earth like a virus.

Growing first into the red weed, and
then into the shards we see emerging

the ground.

Harvests fail.

The water's getting redder.

Babies aren't born.

And Max, you can think of some way to
stop this.

This will not be our planet anymore.

How do you think the Martians died?

As it says in George Junior's picture
book.

Gunned down by the Woolwich Arthur and
the mites of the Birmingham Small Art

Company.

Why do you ask?

Hello?

Hello? Right, I think what we should do
is try and find you somewhere to lie

down. Shall we do that?

Shall we look over there?

Yes.

I

just

don't like to think of him.

His body just left.

They're just gonna be left behind, don't
worry.

What's your name?

Lord.

Do you know what I think the problem is?

Here, I'll tell you what I think the
problem is.

I think that someone, some negligent
fellow, has fallen asleep and he's

forgotten to wake up.

And all of us, you, me, Mrs Althamstone,
Frederick and Amy, All of us, we've all

gone mixed up in his dream.

And I think that we're stuck here until
his alarm clock goes off.

I don't think there's anything more to
worry about than that, really.

I think it's just a dream.

And he will wake up.

I didn't find you sooner.

She said things have been rather
unusual.

I was a little bit worried about you,
I'll be honest.

Other than that, nothing too bad.

Even half my friends are your brother.
Well, that's, uh... That's good news.

So, um, the house is still standing.
It's still there.

Mary? She, um... I'm sorry to be a
bother.

But is there any water?

Yes, of course.

Let me see.

George,

there isn't any, I looked.

She's asleep already, look.

About seven and a half months. January,
is it January?

1906. After Christmas, after the...
After the summer.

There are so many things I could go on
to until then.

What? I saw lots of people killed.

I saw lots of people killed.

And there was one man.

He was, um... He was a soldier.

He wanted my hand, and I didn't give it
to him because I ran away. But you see,

the thing is, Amy, is that I wanted to
be alive for you and for the...

And there was a baby on Mayberry Hill.
No. And it was crying.

No, don't.

Don't.

All we need to concentrate on right
now...

You promised me that. I promise you
that. I promise you that.

It's just a box of matches and some
candles.

Must have taken everything else, but...

Come

on! Under the table!

We should go.

No, we don't know what's out there.

We need rest more than anything. We have
a child and a sick person.

I'm not feeling too well myself, to be
honest.

You are a little warm.

How long do we stay? A night?

How did it end for you?

Oh, I don't... Hard to say.

I crawled up a drain.

I think.

I've been scalded, you see.

I had to get out of Weybridge, so I
jumped into Thames.

They made the water boil.

There was a drain somewhere along the
river, so I crawled up there.

For days, the smoke didn't reach me.

There was water there. I had water
there.

So that was something.

By the time I gathered enough strength
to come to my senses, victory was won.

How did it end for you?

I don't remember.

What time is it?

It's 9 o 'clock.

But it can't be.

Well, it's 9 .02 a .m.

The day hasn't dawned.

It's the, uh, it's the smoke. I... I saw
it rising up across London.

And then shutting out the sun, is that
the idea? They're going to smother the

Earth in it.

Maybe that's what the sky looks like on
Mars.

I can't believe it just dropped. What
killed it?

I imagine it was hit by explosions.

We need food and water.

Use some of these. They 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.

Well, you do, and 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.

Dressed.

In my sweeties.

Where is everyone?

This was supposed to be a refuge.

Maybe no one ever made it here.

Someone's been here.

Otherwise there'd be food, supplies.

It's like they just vanished.

These must be unlocked.

Must be a storeroom or something
somewhere.

It's normal.

You that way.

I this.

What, what?

Her body's scattered all over the roof.

They're your refugees.

God knows how they ended up there.

Some water.

It's enough for Methadone and St. 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 prioritize people

have a chance.

Don't tell George.

He'll only give her his.

There's nothing else here. We can't
stay.

Run.

Who is it?

Shut us up, dude.

Rog? What is it?

Is he all right?

Of course not. He's starving and his
sickness is getting worse.

We must think of something, Mrs. Teng.

I tried to do this as often as I can.

Did you ever see anything?

No, nothing unusual.

Except the planet.

Mars isn't as close as it was five years
ago.

I think perhaps that they start doing
things once they get into opposition.

Look.

Burning the bodies.

There's fever in the village.

I'll try to do a couple more hours
before bedtime.

Do you believe in God?

Assuredly not.

Then how do you explain the church arts?

In what way?

The church arts at Burial Ground have
been the only fertile places in the last

few years.

So if you don't believe in...

God. Miracles. Providence. How do you
explain that?

It's clearly something to do with the
corpses.

Either some nourishment that they give
to the earth, or some rot from the

putrefaction that repels the weed.

Fasciitis bacteria, maybe. We did some
experiments with that.

Although most of my colleagues still
believe that infection was caused by bad

air.

It didn't work.

Perhaps it has something to do with God,
then.

Like they say.

You put your hope in that rubbish, Mrs.
Bing. We're in the Dark Ages. We're

already in the Dark Ages.

Now, I know things might look bleak, but
let's keep our shins up.

It's not all gloom 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're
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 -Potluck making.

Key thing...

It spells preservation and defense. So,
firebombs.

Make them from lamp oil. Come on.

Come on.

All hands to the pump. That means you
two.

Georgie, can you fill these bottles?

How many matches? Amy, can you help me
tear these into strips to make wigs? How

many matches, Frederick?

Two.

It's Baden -Powell and Lave King.

What?

Don't you think that this... ...could

be our fault?

Whose? Us. Um, Englishmen.

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.

Take a breath. No.

What if this is punishment?

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, to not
have received friendship, but death, to

be cut down by bullets.

That is 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 that we bear some of the

No, to be perfectly honest, I don't, no.

Who do you think is punishing us? God?

And do you think that's the same God
that made us, also made them? You think

that God created heaven and earth and
Mars?

Well, who else?

God created Mars.

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
with all the little Martian Romans

nails. 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

when you are fighting for your life!

Frederick.

He can't stay here. None of us can.

We have to leave.

He's no better, Robbie.

If anything, he's worse.

What do you think they've got down in
the village?

Well, they're weak from lack of food.

The water's bad.

Do you think it could be typhoid fever?

Can you culture typhoid?

Oh, yes, I suppose.

You mean make a serum?

Yes, but just culture it.

Well, yes, it could.

If I had access to someone as sick.

Why?

I don't think that we killed them.

And I mean that I don't think we killed
them with guns.

See, people were in hiding or they were
isolated, they were far away, but I was

there.

I was there when they came out of their
machines.

They came out of their machines.

Something's wrong with her.

Maybe it's injured, or is it sick?

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... She's just going to get her...
Come on, darling.

I never told anyone how it, um... how it
ended for me.

I thought you said you couldn't
remember.

I didn't think I did.

I think I've just... kept it locked
away.

It was easier not to remember.

The thing is though, Puffy, they ate
flesh.

What?

They ate human flesh.

They ate flesh.

They ate human flesh.

I think that's what killed them.

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.

I need to go in in the morning because I
need to give Greaves a column and a

half.

So then I'll hand in my notice. But I
just have to finish this.

I just have to finish this article
first.

All right, George.

Just do it in the morning, yes?

Mm -hmm.

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... If
they'd worked out how to do it. I

every bit of pain that has come to me.

It's just no fun, and I guarantee you'll
have no liner.

I've always been a coward. You broke my
heart. I'm afraid to face up to your

responsibility. It's his house.

You emptied my life of all its best
years.

We

should

just call out to him.

George! I'll go and speak to him. I'll
go and reason with him. It must be worth

the reason.

Because it's intelligent, isn't it?

It's intelligent, and this can't be the
first meeting between it. I think it's

just a terrible... George, stop!

George, stop! Just for any reason...
George, stop!

I need to wait here for a while and it
will die like the other one did.

It was George Jr.'s.

It was his.

I used the blood I collected before we
gave him the serum.

I cultivated typhoid bacteria.

Salmonella typhi, combined it with
fasciitis, rotting flesh.

It's dead.

You killed it.

It's a start.

Me too.

Perhaps not too late in the year to
clear some land, plant some seeds,

and we can just make it through another
year.

There's no guarantee that things 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 him 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.

Take it or leave it, sir.

It's dying.

And the victory, the knowledge of
victory, the knowledge that God and

Britain repelled the creatures, you
would take that away and have the men

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.

Something else to happen soon.

George, I'm all right. Please, lie down.

Amy.

What?

I don't think anything's going to happen
to him.

I don't think it's going to go away.

to reason, doesn't it?

There's two of us.

And there's one of 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.

I would very much like to spare.

Please, George, don't.

He'd gone half mad with typhoid.

We were in an orphanage.

I'd been there for days.

There was a creature there.

It had killed the others.

It was only George and I left.

And he wanted to go out and tell it that
we were there.

I wouldn't let him.

And then eventually, the days passed and
we were

dying of thirst.

I knew I'd lose the baby.

So 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 were not being selfish.

You did this impossible thing in order
that your child might be born

and might live.

In which case that makes me no better
than them.

If I do unspeakable things just to
survive.

For one, I fell in love with George and
he was married to a perfectly good

woman.

I took him for myself.

She's on the list. She's in a plague pit
somewhere in Highgate.

And perhaps if George had been there to
take care of her, then maybe she'd be

alive now.

These things happen.

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.

Tell me about things.

Things in the world.

You'll move up then.

Come here.

You know, George, there's lots of
marvellous things.

Where I grew up, people didn't look like
us here.

They had brown skin.

And often they were very poor.

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...

And the sun shone there. It was so warm.

So bright.

And the sky wasn't grey and

pink.

It was blue.

Clear blue.

And a lot of animals.

sorts of birds of different colours.

Tigers, mongoose, snakes.

And there were the mountains.

The mountains were... And they were
bigger than you could even dream,

And they were purple, black, grey. Some
of them were even white with snow.

Cold, white snow.

I used to go visit my father up there,
be drawing maps.

And one day, when I was a little bit
older, I got

on a ship.

I sailed across the oceans and I came
here.

And I got off the ship and I thought,
oh,

it's a little bit rainy.

And I thought it was pretty.

A bit of the countryside.

And the hitties.

People.

Millions of people.

And children.

Thousands of children, children
everywhere.

Playing and laughing, singing and
eventually going to sleep.

One day can we go then?

I will start packing our bags.

No, no, mommy.

I love you.

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