...I suddenly noticed the body of a Parson, lying on the ground in [bad word] 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. 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! house still [bad word]  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!..