War of the Worlds: Goliath

Are they gone?

Stay down, Eric.

We have to go, now!

Eric, where's Eric?

Eric!

Move. Now! Son, do it!

Robert!

No!

You monster!

Extra! Extra!

Showoff.

Look at that! It's Richthofen, gotta be!

Hey, wait a minute! He can't

fly that low!

Coming through. Pardon me.

Look at this place. Excuse me.

Well, that was a long trip.

Good to see you, Shah.

Today's the big day, Captain.

Yeah.

Huh. Don't look so happy about it.

You deserve it.

We deserve it. Now we'd better go.

The General's not the kind of man

you want to keep waiting.

There should be five thousand troops

here, not two.

The recalls of our troops and

equipment are bleeding us dry.

Those fools in Europe would rather

prepare to fight each other

than the Martians.

We will be enough.

Do you really believe that, Theodore?

I won't allow myself to believe

anything else.

I'm under pressure to come home.

I don't know how long I can stall.

Good morning, Captain.

Lieutenant Carter.

Hey. When this is over,

maybe you and I could...

When hell freezes over.

Well, I think there's a wee

chill in the air.

You don't know what you're missing,

Jennifer my darlin'.

That's Lieutenant Carter... Corporal.

Yes, sir. I mean, ma'am.

Ladies and gentlemen. If I may have

your attention.

As you know, 15 years ago, the Martians

launched their unprovoked attack against us.

Over 140 million of us were murdered.

And many of our great cities laid to waste.

Until the invaders were beaten by the smallest

of earth's living creatures... The germ.

From that destruction, we formed the Allied

Resistance Earth Squadrons, A.R.E.S.

From the best of our planet's armies.

To make sure that it never happened again.

Professor Tesla, A.R.E.S. chief of science

and the man responsible for unlocking

the secrets of Martian technology

has made an alarming discovery.

Professor Tesla.

Good afternoon.

Mars' orbit is once again approaching

a time of close proximity to Earth.

I have detected large scale fluctuations

of magnetic energy from the Martian surface

Along with a series of low frequency

radio signals.

It is my belief that the signals are

a Martian military code

hidden within sunspot activity.

That they and the magnetic energy

coming from the planet's surface

serve as a prelude to an invasion.

An invasion?

How soon?

Weeks... Days... Hours.

So you have no idea!

I do. They will come when they are

ready and we are not.

So we must get ready... Now!

This is our new Achilles Class

battle tripod

65 feet tall... A heavy machine gun

and six light rockets

heat ray with an effective range

of a thousand meters.

And an 88 millimeter

cannon on full turret.

Because of their outstanding

performance in recent battle simulations

the honor of command of the first

of these will go

to Captain Eric Wells and his crew.

Don't be shy, Captain.

I give you Eric Wells from England,

Lieutenant Jennifer Carter from the U.S.,

Corporal Patrick O'Brien from Ireland,

Sergeant Abraham Douglas from Canada,

and Lieutenant Raja Iskandar Shah

from Malaya.

Have you thought of a name for her?

The Goliath, sir.

Ah, an excellent choice.

Tomorrow you will all be divided

into two equal forces.

To further our preparations for

the coming conflict

we will stage a war game.

Blue team will be under the command

of Captain Wells.

Your force will consist of French,

Italian and Indian tripods.

The red team of Korean, German

and Austrian tripods

will be under the command

of Captain Sakai.

My money's on Sakai!

Twenty on Wells!

Nothing can prepare you

for war itself.

The sound... Smell... Fear...

Death is ugly.

All you can do is make sure

it is your enemy that dies.

So prepare yourselves.

Know what you fight for...

Who you fight for.

This time... We will be ready!

Come.

Good evening, sir.

Sarge, you don't have to address me

as 'sir'... 'Cap' or even 'Eric' is fine.

Sorry, sir.

A bunch of us are going to the

Green Man to let off a little steam.

Thanks, but I have a few things I

need to check over.

I spoke to Lieutenant Carter.

She asked if you were coming.

She did?

I guess one beer wouldn't hurt.

So... Is it true your father owns

a rail road?

No. He owns two.

So tell us, darlin', what's a rich

bird like you doing in A.R.E.S.?

I don't think that's any of your

business, Corporal.

Why don't you let the Lieutenant

tell me what is and isn't my business

...Captain?

Hey, it's okay. My father viewed me

as his property.

To be what he wanted. To marry whom

he wanted. I saw it differently.

And I'm glad you did. Just the sight

of you brightens my day.

Atten-hut!

It's Roosevelt!

Please, at ease folks... Sit...

Enjoy yourselves.

Tonight I'm not the Secretary of War.

I'm just an old soldier named Teddy

who could use a drink with friends.

May I join you?

Of course, Sir. I'll get us

another round.

Thank you, Captain, but I'll pass.

Told Tessa and the girls that

I'd be home early.

My best to the family, Abe.

Thank you, sir.

This business in Europe is no good.

The Balkans are about to go to hell.

Countries mobilizing against

each other

unless we are united,

mankind is done for.

Humanity will rise to the occasion.

You think so?

It is my hope, and my prayer. If it

is our destiny, only God knows.

Wisely said, sir.

Tell me, O'Brien, does it bother you

to serve under an Englishman?

I'm an Ulsterman from the north.

My loyalties are to the Crown.

Oh really? I heard your brother

was I.R.A.

My brother's his own man, Mr.

Secretary. As am I.

I've not seen him for three years.

Besides he's harmless. He'd walk over

ten naked women to get to a pint.

If you'll excuse me.

Of course.

Nice night.

Mind telling me what kind of mood

he's in.

Here you go, boyos.

With this, we can blow all

Downing Street to hell.

You shoot me, brother, and there'll

be hell to pay with Ma.

If it ain't the hero

of A.R.E.S.

Get out the whiskey, Liam.

To me baby brother, who will help us

hijack enough heat rays tonight

to blast the bloody English out of

Ireland, once and for all.

Slainte mhaith!

Maybe we can even get our mitts

on one of them new battle tripods.

Okay, bucko. When and where?

Look, Sean, there's been a

complication.

Don't be playing with your older

brother now, Paddy.

We've been called up for war games.

The whole base is on alert.

When then? Tomorrow? The day after?

I... I'll let you know.

Look... I have to get back.

You're not going yellow on

us now, are ya, Paddy?

Shut yer gob, O'Rourke. My brother's

no coward.

I just need time.

Europe's about to explode

and take England with it.

We either make our move when it

does, or we'll never be free.

I know that.

Know this too, boyo.

You took the oath.

You break it, brother or no,

I'll kill you dead.

To the crew of the Goliath.

The best of the best.

I'd rather drink piss than

drink to them.

What did he say?

Excuse me. Did you just

say something?

He is drunk. Ignore him.

I said, I'd rather drink piss

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