...I suddenly noticed the body of a Parson, lying on the ground in a ruined churchyard. I felt unable to leave him to the mercy of the Red Weed and decided to bury him decently. BETH: Nathaniel! Nathaniel! JOURNALIST: The Parson's eyes flickered open. He was alive! BETH: Nathaniel! I saw the church burst into flame! Are you all right? PARSON: Don't touch me! BETH: But it's me - Beth. Your wife. PARSON: No. You're one of them. A devil! BETH: (to JOURNALIST) He's delirious! PARSON: Lies! I saw the devil's sign. BETH: What are you saing? PARSON: The green flash in the sky. His demons were here all along - in our hearts and souls - just waiting for a sign from him. And now they're destroying our world. BETH: But they're not devils - they're Martians. JOURNALIST: We must leave here. BETH: Look! A house still standing! Come, Nathaniel, quickly! JOURNALIST: We took shelter in a cottage and Black Smoke spread, hemming us in. Then a Fighting Machine came across the fields, spraying jets of steam that turned the smoke into thick, black dust. MARTIANS: Ulla! BETH: Dear God - help us! PARSON: The voice of the devl is heard in our land!..