Henderson: Good morning sirs.
Ogilvy: Good morning. thses are my associates, my dear friend Mr Henderson, Astronomer Royal for England and Mr Stent, Astronomer Royal for Scotland.
Good day to ya gentlemen.
Wells: Good morning, Astronomer royals, this must be a proper show.
Vera: Indeed sir.
- your wire to Albin and Denning
- of the Astronomical Exchange
- has roused every observatory
- in the three kingdoms.
- I do hope it's worth all this fuss.
OGILVY: Well you’ll see, it’s just over there!
HENDERSON: In the sand pit!
WELLS: Goodness me! That’s no asteroid!
OGILVY: What did I tell you? That is the metal cylinder!
It is a startling discovery,
Ogilvy. Good work man.
VERA: Can you hear something? HENDERSON: No
OGILVY: Oh yes, my, my!
- There’s some faint sounds of movement
- coming from within.
OGILVY: Good heavens! I cannot believe th-there seems to be a man in it!
Half roasted to death no doubt, trying to escape!
- You ruffians!
- Stop throwing stones at it!
- Do you want to fall in?
WELLS: “A unidentified giant bullet landed in the once proud sandpit of Horsell
Common in Woking on Friday morning. The projectile is of an unfamiliar alloy
with a yellowish hue and faint scratching sounds came within. Several scientists, including Astronomer Royals and the promising genius William
Ogilvy, came to assess this strange object.”
Strange is indisputably the word.
HENDERSON: I’ve never seen anything like it!
- I dinnae think
- anyone ever
- will see anything like it ever agin!
OGILVY: What is the meaning of this interruption!
VERA: Look! The cylinder is unscrewing!
(THEY all gasp)
HENDERSON: The end of the thing is beginning to flake off!
OGILVY: Ha! The old shavers got the willies!
- By Jove!
- There definitely must be people trapped in there then!
- (To crowd)
- Everyone Keep back! Keep back!
WELLS: No we’re happy to stay up here if it’s all the same.
OGILVY: Suit yourself. Bring the white flag Stent.
HENDERSON: I hope whoever is in there is okay.
OGILVY: Well let’s see.
Hello! Is everyone okay in there?
Something doesn’t seem right here…
- (A Martian slithers out, everyone gasps )
OGILVY: What on earth’s name is that?
HENDERSON: It’s a ghastly looking creature!
WELLS: Dear God…
What ugly brutes!
OGILVY: Good god! (Heat ray strikes him) Heeeee!!
WELLS: No! VERA: He’s killed him! Turned him to ash!
HENDERSON: Everyone, run for it! VERA: What are you waiting for Sir? Let’s go!
WELLS: Yes let’s!
( Calling to STENT & HENDERSON )
What are you two waiting
for? Stent? Henderson?