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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.

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I love you.

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 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,

the victory

was won.

How did it end for you?

I don't remember.

What time is it?

It's nine o'clock.

It... It can't be.

Well, it's 9.02am.

The day hasn't dawned.

It's the, er... It's the smoke. I...

I saw it rising up across London.

Are they shutting out the sun?
Is that the idea?

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?

I imagine it was hit, in the explosions.

We need food and water.

Here. Eat some of these.

We need your strength.

A few days ago, me and, er, Mrs E,

we drank some rather
unpleasant-looking water,

so I think that perhaps
that's what's responsible.

- Well, that was a bit silly, wasn't it?
- Was a bit.

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.

Where is everyone? This was
supposed to be a refuge.

Maybe no-one ever made it here.

No, someone's been here. Otherwise,
there'd be food, supplies.

It's like they just vanished.

One of these must be unlocked.

There must be a storeroom
or something somewhere.

Just a door banging.

It's just the wind.

All right.

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 water.

That's enough for Mrs Elphinstone
and 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!
- George, come on!

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.

Mrs E, come on!

Quick!

- Please!
- Shh!

Please!

- We have to help her.
- Quiet!

- Shhh.
- Oh, no!

MRS E SHRIEKS, MOANS

What was that?

It must have come out of the machine.

We're going to have to shut ourselves in.

We need to fight.

George? What is it?

Is he all right?

No, of course not. He's starving
and his sickness is getting worse.

We must think of something, Mrs Thing.

Shh!

I try to do this as often as I can.

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.

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,
miracles, Providence,

how do you explain that?

You put your hope in this rubbish,
Mrs Thing, 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 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 yet
know 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.

Erm... 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.

- T-Take a rest, Georgie...
- 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 see 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 blame?

No, 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 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... they...

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 Martian
Romans nailed to a cross...

Don't laugh at me!

That is the problem with your 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!

Frederick!

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

We have to leave.

He's no better, Ogilvy.
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?

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?

Something's wrong with it.

Maybe it's injured? Or it's 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 gone to get her...

Come on, darling.

Quick.

Run! Run!

No!

There's another one! Go!

We can't get through!

Go!

Come on, then, you bastard.

Fred! FRED!

FRED!

FRED!

Shh!

Shh!

I've never told anyone this before.

I've never told anyone how it, erm...

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.

We've done all right, not remembering.

It was easier not to remember.

Wish we'd been married.

See, the thing is, Ogilvy...

...there was a reason they came out
of their machines.

To eat.

They ate flesh.

They ate human flesh.

I think that's what killed them.

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 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.

I just need...

I need to finish this article.

I need to go in in the morning,

cos I need to give Greaves
a column and a half by...

But so then I'll hand...
Hand in my notice,

but I just have to finish this.

I just have to finish this article first.

All right, George.

Just, er...

...do it in the morning. Yes?

Mm, mm.

There must be something in the air.

Or maybe... 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 they'd deal with us...

You deserve every
bit of pain that is coming to you...

If you persist in these follies,

then I guarantee you will have no life...

You have always been a coward...
You broke my heart...

Too afraid to face up to
your responsibilities...

Selfish, cruel.

We should just call out to it.

- We should just...
- George!

I'll go and speak to it. I'll go...
I'll go and reason with it.

It must be able to see reason.
Cos it's intelligent, isn't it?

It's intelligent.

And this can't be the first meeting
between two advanced worlds.

I think it's just a ter-... I think
it's just a terrible misunderstanding.

George, stop!

- George, stop! George...!
- I'll just go and reason with it...

No, George, stop!

No, it's all right.

It's all right. Don't worry.

Don't worry. Don't worry. It's all right.

We just need to wait here a while
and it will die,

like the other one did.

Come on! Come on!

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,

combined it with fasciitis,
rotting flesh.

It's dead.

You killed it!

Yeah.

It's a start.

It is.

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!

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.

Something has to happen soon.

George.

Something has to happen soon.

George, I'm all right.
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.

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 wife...

...and I have a child...

I would very much like to spare.

Please, George, don't! Please!

I love you.

I love you, Amy.

George!

George! Please come back!

George!

Run!

George!

I let him go.

And I was able to get away.

I-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.

Well, 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.

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, er...

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.

They wore really bright colours.

And the sun...

When the sun shone there, it was...

...so warm...

...so bright.

And the sky wasn't...

...grey, pink.

It was blue.

Clear blue.

And there were lots of animals.

All sorts of birds, of different colours.

Tigers, mongooses, snakes.

And then there were the mountains.

The mountains were...

Well, they were bigger than
you can even dream, George.

And they were, gosh,

purple, black, grey.

Some of them were even white with snow.

Cold, white snow.

I used to go visit my father up there.

He'd be drawing maps.

And then one day, when I was
a little bit older, I, er...

I got on a ship.

And I sailed across the oceans.
And I came...

I came here.

When I got off the ship, I thought...

..."It's a little bit rainy."

But I thought it was pretty.

Its countryside...

...and its cities.

People.

Millions of people.

And children.

Thousands of children.
Children everywhere,

playing and laughing, singing and, er,

eventually going to sleep.

One day, can we go there?

I will start packing our bags.

Night-night, Mummy.

I love you.

Go to sleep.