Shots of the sky, and beaches.
"No one would have believed, in the
last years of the twentieth
century, that this world was being
watched, closely and keenly, by
intelligences greater than man’s."
SHOT OF METEOR HITTING BEACH.
There’s a tiny capsule in a small crater. A small crowd
gathers around it.
What is it?
Looks like a meteorite.
Is it safe to touch, I wonder.
He touches it.
The men step back.
There’s... something inside!
A series of terns are let out. Screaming. Squawking. The
men scream and run.
Thee men lay dead on the ground.
It is confirmed, the visitors are
hostile. Casualties are stacking
up, with over 100 confirmed deaths-
INTERCUT WITH SCENES OF PEOPLE DYING.
The British army has begun
Men are fighting.
Terns squawk. One gets shot down.
The mean are clearly losing.
The Prime Minister has given a
(intercut with clips of people
We shall go on to the end. We
shall fight them on the
beaches. We shall never
surrender! We shall fight in the
fields and in the streets-
Terns fly over London. An air-raid siren blares, and
searchlights look up.
Bombs drop to the ground,
INT. "THE RESIDENCY OF ERIC BLAIR."
The camera shakes. Zooms in on ERIC BLAIR, who regularly
experiences a fit of coughing. On the wall is a picture of
an elephant. He is writing.
As I write, highly civilised beings
are flying overhead, trying to kill
A fit of coughing. Camera shakes again.
Almost certainly we are moving into
an age of totalitarian
Everyone is enslaved, wearing rags.
On the wall, a poster reads: "Bonnie Tern Loves You."
The United Kingdom has
unconditionally surrendered. NATO
has withdrawn. The UN Security
Council is meeting to discuss a
potential Partition of the
Earth. God help the human race.
INT. "TRIDENT NUCLEAR SUBMARINE"
Two men sit solemnly. Man 1 switches off a radio. On a
table between them is an unopened letter.
Are you going to open it, or shall
Read it to me.
Man 1 leans over and opens it.
"If you are reading this, then I
and my colleagues are most likely
dead. The British people will
either have been wiped out or
enslaved by a superior enemy. If
the suffering of the people is so
great, then I command you, as Prime
Minister, to END IT.
Let’s do it.
They hammer keys.
Missiles fly out.
EXT. AERIAL SHOT OF EARTH.
Britain is wiped off the map.
Dead terns pile up everywhere.
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