The War of the Worlds

Sophia, it's me. You don't answer your phone.

Your friend says you don't go to meetings anymore.

I'm worried about you.

I'll be at at the observatory tonight. Please call me. Bye.

War of the Worlds

Observatory of IRAM, French Alps

West London

Convention Center, North France

Neurobiology Department, University of London

NATO Headquarters, Brussels

I'm Colonel Mokrani. I'll be your contact.

Good.

How are you?

You frightened them.

Do you ever go skiing?

Do I ever go skiing? -Yes.

Because you work in the mountains, I mean.

I used to, but it was ages ago.

Is everything alright? -Yes.

Terrible, this.

My men keep things secure. Rest assured that they are here.

I will.

Come on, Sophia. Pick up.

No, leave me alone!

What is it? -Multiple objects are approaching the earth.

What kind of objects? -No idea.

They are approaching at more than 1000 kilometers per second.

Impossible.

They're slowing down.

Because they've entered our atmosphere.

Would it...

be an attack?

Eighty seconds left.

Ten seconds left.

Six, five, four, three, two ...

Several places have been hit ...

but only in certain areas, it seems.

I want an update every ten minutes about the affected places.

Command Post, United Kingdom

Hello, sister. I hope you're unharmed.

I know you don't want to talk ...

just send me a text that you're okay.

Please.