All language subtitles for The.War.Of.The.Worlds.2019.S01E03.BRRip.x264-ION10

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!

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.