The War of The Worlds - The Artilleryman And The Fighting Machine

Artilleryman: Anyone here?
Journalist: Come in. Here – drink this.
Artilleryman: Thank you.
Journalist: What’s happened?
Artilleryman: They wiped us out. Hundreds dead – maybe thousands.
Journalist: The heat ray?
Artilleryman: The Martians! They were inside the hoods of machines they’d made – massive metal things on legs! Giant machines that walked – they attacked us! They wiped us out!
Journalist: Machines?
Artilleryman: Fighting machines! Picking up men and bashing ‘em against trees. Just hunks of metal, but they knew exactly what they were doing.
Journalist: Mmm. There was another cylinder came last night.
Artilleryman: Yes. It looked bound for London.
Journalist: London! Carrie! I hadn’t dreamed there could be danger to Carrie and her father, so many miles away. I must go to London at once.
Artilleryman: And me. Got to report to headquarters – if there’s anything left of it.
Journalist: At Byfleet we came upon an inn, but it was deserted.
Artilleryman: Is everybody dead?
Journalist: Not everybody. Look! Six cannons with gunners standing by.
Artilleryman: It’s bows and arrows against the lightning. They haven’t seen the heat ray yet.
Artilleryman: Look! There they are! What did I tell you?
Journalist: Quickly, one after the other, four of the fighting machines appeared.
Ulla! Ulla!
Ulla!