[Hinges creaking]
[Soft instrumental music]
How about a ride, mister?
Jennifer.
MARTY: Man, are you a sight for sore eyes.
Let me look at you.
Marty, you're acting like you haven't seen me in a week.
I haven't.
Are you okay? Is everything all right?
Yeah.
Everything's great.
[Electrical explosions]
[Tires screeching]
[Engine revving down]
Marty!
You've got to come back with me.
- Where? - Back to the future.
- Wait a minute. What are you doing, Doc? - I need fuel.
Go ahead. Quick. Get in the car.
No. Look, Doc, I just got here. Jennifer's here.
We're going to take the new truck for a spin.
Bring her along. This concerns her, too.
Wait a minute. What are you talking about? What happens to us in the future?
Do we become assholes or something?
No. You and Jennifer both turn out fine.
It's your kids, Marty. Something's got to be done about them.
[Tires screeching]
Doc, you better back up. We don't have enough road to get up to 88.
Roads? Where we're going, we don't need roads.
BIFF: Say, Marty!
Marty, I wanted to show you these new matchbooks...
...for my auto detailing I had printed up.
A flying DeLorean?
[Adventurous instrumental music]
[Electrical explosion]
What the hell is going on here?
[Ominous instrumental music]
[Adventurous instrumental music]
[Zooming and whooshing]
[Electrical explosions]
[Frightened screaming]
[Cars honking]
- What the hell was that? - Taxicab.
- Taxicab? I thought we were flying. - Precisely.
All right, Doc. What's going on?
Where are we? When are we?
We're descending toward Hill Valley, California...
... at 4:29 p. M...
... on Wednesday, October 21, 2015.
2015?
You mean we're in the future.
What do you mean? How can we be in the future?
Jennifer...
...I don't know how to tell you this, but...
...you're in a time machine.
JENNIFER: And this is the year 2015? DOC: October 21, 2015.
God, so, like, you weren't kidding.
Marty, we can actually see our future.
You said we were married, right?
DOC: Yeah... JENNIFER: Yeah? Was it a big wedding?
JENNIFER: We're going to see our wedding! MARTY: Wow.
JENNIFER: I'll see my wedding dress. MARTY: Wow.
I wonder where we live. I bet it's a big house with lots of kids.
JENNIFER: How many kids...
MARTY: Doc! What the hell are you doing? DOC: Relax.
It's a sleep-inducing alpha rhythm generator.
No one should know too much about their future.
When she wakes up, she'll think it was a dream.
MARTY: What did you bring her for? DOC: I had to do something.
She saw the time machine. I couldn't leave her with that information.
Don't worry. She's not essential to my plan.
Well, you're the doc, Doc.
Here's our exit.
[Adventurous instrumental music]
DOC: You've got to get out and change clothes.
MARTY: Right now? It's pouring rain.
Wait five more seconds.
Right on the tick.
DOC: Amazing. Absolutely amazing.
Too bad the post office isn't as efficient as the weather service.
[Mysterious instrumental music]
DOC: Excuse the disguise, but I was afraid you wouldn't recognize me.
I went to a rejuvenation clinic and got a whole natural overhaul.
Took out some wrinkles, did a hair repair, changed the blood...
...added 30 or 40 years to my life.
They also replaced my spleen and colon. What do you think?
You look great, Doc.
The future.
Unbelievable.
- I got to check this out, Doc. - All in good time.
- We're on a tight schedule. - Tell me about my future.
Do I become, like, a rich rock star?
No one should know too much about their destiny.
- I am rich, though, right? - Marty, please, take off your shirt.
Put on the jacket and the shoes.
Got a mission to accomplish.
[Dramatic instrumental music]
Precisely on schedule.
[Beeping]
Power laces. All right.
[Beeping]
[Watch alarm beeping]
This thing doesn't fit.
JACKET: Size-adjusting fit.
DOC: Pull out your pants pockets. All kids here wear their pants inside out.
Put on this cap.
Perfect. You're the spitting image of your future son.
MARTY: What? DOC: Help me move Jennifer over here.
MARTY: So what's the deal? DOC: Grab her feet.
Okay, now what?
In exactly two minutes, you go around the corner into the Cafe '80s.
MARTY: Cafe '80s?
DOC: It's one of those nostalgia places, but not done well.
Go in and order a Pepsi. Here's $50.
Wait for a guy named Griff.
Right. Griff.
Griff's going to ask about tonight. Are you in or out?
Tell him you are out.
Whatever he says, say no, you're not interested.
Then leave, come back here and wait for me.
Don't talk to anyone. Don't touch anything.
Don't do anything. Don't interact with anyone...
...and try not to look at anything.
I don't get it.
- You said this had to do with my kids. - Look what happens to your son.
My son?
MARTY: God, he looks just like me.
MARTY: "Within two hours of his arrest, Martin McFly Jr...
"... was tried, convicted, and sentenced to 15 years in the state penitentiary"?
Within two hours?
The justice system works swiftly now that they've abolished lawyers.
This is heavy.
It gets worse. Your daughter tries to break him out and gets sent up for 20 years.
My daughter. I have a daughter?
This one event starts a chain reaction that completely destroys your entire family.
Doc, this date... This is tomorrow's newspaper.
Precisely. I already went further ahead into time to see what else happens.
I backtracked everything to this one event. We're here to prevent this event from happening.
Damn! I'm late!
Where are you going now?
To intercept the real Marty Jr. You're taking his place.
The Cafe '80s, guy named Griff, just say no!
What about Jennifer? We can't just leave her here.
She'll be safe. It'll just be for a few minutes.
Marty, be careful. That Griff has a few short circuits in his bionic implants.
[Portentous instrumental music]
MARTY: The future.
GAS STATION: Welcome to Texaco.
You can trust your car to the system with the star.
Checking oil. Checking landing gear.
[Ominous Jaws theme playing]
Shark still looks fake.
Hi, friends. Goldie Wilson III for Wilson Hover Conversion Systems.
You know, when my grandpa was mayor of Hill Valley...
... he had to worry about traffic problems...
... but now you don't have to worry about traffic.
I'll hover-convert your old road car into a skyway flier...
... for only $39,999.95.
So come on down and see me...
... Goldie Wilson III, at any one of our 29 convenient locations.
Remember, Keep 'Em Flying.
[Michael Jackson's Beat It playing in restaurant]
MICHAEL JACKSON: It's got a hot salsa, avocados...
... cilantro mixed with your choice of beans, chicken...
... beef or pork.
CUSTOMER: Waiter. Waiter.
[Electric motors]
REAGAN: Welcome to the Cafe '80s...
... where it's always morning in America, even in the afternoon.
Our special today is mesquite-grilled sushi.
AYATOLLAH: Have the hostage special!
REAGAN: Cajun style. AYATOLLAH: The hostage special!
AYATOLLAH: You must have the hostage special!
All I want is a Pepsi.
McFly!
Yeah. I seen you around.
You're Marty McFly's kid, aren't you?
- Biff? - You're Marty Jr.
Tough break, kid.
Must be rough being named after a complete butthead.
What's that mean?
Hello. Hello. Anybody home?
Think, McFly, think!
Your old man? Mr. Loser?
- What? - That's right.
Loser with a capital "L."
Look, I happen to know George McFly is...
I'm not talking about George McFly. I'm talking about his kid.
Your old man, Marty McFly Sr.?
The man who took his life and flushed it completely down the toilet.
I did?
I mean, he did?
GRIFF: Hey, Gramps...
...I told you two coats of wax on my car, not just one!
BIFF: I just put the second coat on last week.
- With your eyes closed? - Are you two related?
Hello? Hello? Anybody home?
You think Griff called me Grandpa for his health?
MARTY: He's Griff? GRIFF: Gramps!
What the hell am I paying you for?
BIFF: Kid, say hello to your grandma for me.
GRIFF: Get out of there, Gramps. BIFF: Take it easy!
And McFly, don't go anywhere! You're next!
BOY: This is a video game.
[Beeps and bloops]
I got it working.
BOY: My dad taught me about these.
MARTY: It is Wild Gunman.
BOY: How do you play this thing?
I'll show you, kid.
I'm a crack shot at this.
BOY: You mean you have to use your hands?
That's like a baby's toy.
Baby's toy?
MARTY JR: Pepsi Perfect.
- Damn! - Pepsi.
GRIFF: McFly!
I thought I told you to stay in here!
Guys, how's it going?
GRIFF: McFly! MARTY JR: Yeah?
GRIFF: McFly! MARTY JR: What?
Your shoe's unbelted.
So, McFly, have you made a decision about tonight's opportunity?
Yeah, Griff. I was thinking about how I'm not sure because it might be dangerous.
What's wrong, McFly?
VIXEN: You got no scrote?
He's a complete wimp.
GRIFF: What's it going to be, McFly? Are you in or out?
I just, I'm not sure that I should. I should discuss it with my father.
GANG: Your father?
Wrong answer, McFly! You lose!
MARTY JR: Okay, Griff, I'll do it. Whatever you say.
Stay down and shut up.
GRIFF: Keep pedaling, you two!
GRIFF: Now...
...let's hear the right answer.
GRIFF: Well!
Since when did you become the physical type?
The answer's no, Griff.
- No? - What are you, deaf and stupid? I said no!
GRIFF: What's wrong, McFly? Chicken?
[Dramatic overture]
[Synthesized clucking]
MARTY: What did you call me, Griff?
Chicken, McFly!
Nobody calls me...
[Hesitant laugh]
...chicken.
[Electricity surging]
[Michael Jackson's Beat It playing]
[Electric motors whirring]
- All right, punk! - Look!
MARTY: Stop! Little girl, little girl.
Stop. Look, I need to borrow your "hoverboard."
LACKEY: Where is he? MARTY: Here.
LACKEY: There!
[Adventurous instrumental music]
He's on a hoverboard.
LACKEY: Get the boards! VIXEN: Get McFly!
LACKEY: Get him!
VIXEN: Yeah, we got him!
[Landing jets firing]
There's something very familiar about all this.
LACKEY: McFly, you bojo!
- Those boards don't work on water! - Unless you've got power!
[Ominous instrumental music]
[Aggressive whirring]
Hook on!
Batter up!
[Jets firing]
[Desperate screams]
[Windows shattering]
Holy shit!
Buttheads.
[Electronic beeping]
JACKET: Drying mode on.
Jacket drying.
[Confirmation beep]
Your jacket is now dry.
[Distant police sirens]
Hey, kid. Hey, little girl, thanks.
Keep it. I got a Pit Bull now.
GIRL: Come on. SOLICITOR: Save the clock tower!
Throw in $100 and help save the clock tower.
Sorry, no.
- That's an important historical landmark! - Some other time.
SOLICITOR: Lightning struck that thing 60 years ago.
MARTY: Wait a minute. Cubs win World Series...
- Against Miami? - Yeah, it's something, huh?
Who would've thought? 100-1 shot!
I wish I could go back to the beginning of the season...
...bet on the Cubs. - I just meant Miami...
What did you just say?
I wish I could go back to the beginning of the season, bet on the Cubbies!
SALESLADY: This has an interesting feature. It has a dust jacket.
Books had these to protect the covers.
That was before dust-repellent paper.
If you're interested in dust, we have something from the 1980s...
...called a Dustbuster.
MARTY: I can't lose. DOC: Up here!
- Doc, what's going on? - Stand by. I'll park over there.
MARTY: Yeah, all right.
MARTY: Hey, right on time.
Flying DeLorean?
BIFF: I haven't seen one in 30 years.
MARTY JR: Sorry. Excuse me. Sorry.
MARTY JR: I'm walking here! I'm walking here!
- What the hell? - Don't drive trank, low-res scuzzball!
Two of them?
DOC: I left him in a suspended animation kennel.
Einstein never knew I was gone!
Marty!
What in the name of Sir Isaac H. Newton happened here?
Doc, my kid showed up. All hell broke loose.
Your kid?
Great Scott, I was afraid of this.
I used it on Jennifer. There wasn't enough power left to knock your son out for a full hour.
Doc, Doc, look at this!
It's changing.
GRIFF: I was framed!
Yes! Yes, of course!
DOC: Because this hoverboard incident occurred, Griff goes to jail.
Your son won't go with him tonight. That robbery won't take place!
History, future history, has been altered, and this is proof!
We've succeeded, not as planned, but no matter. Let's get Jennifer and go home!
MARTY: Hi, Einie. Hi, buddy.
DOC: What's this? MARTY: A souvenir.
"50 years of sports statistics."
DOC: Hardly recreational reading material.
Doc, what's the harm in bringing back some info on the future?
We could place some bets.
DOC: I didn't invent the time machine for financial gain!
The intent is to gain a clearer perception of humanity.
Our past, our future, the pitfalls, the possibilities...
...the perils, and the promise. Perhaps an answer to that universal question, "Why?"
I'm all for that.
What's wrong with making a few bucks on the side?
DOC: I am going to put this in the trash.
Great Scott!
COP: McFly, Jennifer Jane Parker, 3793 Oakhurst Street...
...Hilldale, age 47.
PARTNER: 47? That's a hell of a good face-lift!
- What's happening? - They used her thumbprint to assess her ID.
Since thumbprints never change, they assume she's the future Jennifer.
MARTY: We got to stop them.
How? Tell them we're time travelers? They'd have us committed.
COP: She's clean. We take her home.
PARTNER: To Hilldale?
We won't get there before dark.
They're taking her to your future home!
We'll arrive shortly thereafter, get her, and return to 1985.
I'll see where I live. See myself as an old man?
No, that could result in... Great Scott!
Jennifer could conceivably encounter her future self!
The consequences could be disastrous!
- What do you mean? - I foresee two possibilities.
One, seeing herself 30 years older would put her into shock, and she'd pass out...
...or two, the encounter could create a time paradox...
...and cause a chain reaction that would unravel...
...the space-time continuum and destroy the entire universe!
Granted, that's a worst-case scenario.
The destruction might be localized, limited to our own galaxy.
Well, that's a relief.
[Jets firing]
Let's go and find Jennifer before she finds herself.
DOC: The skyway's jammed. It'll take forever to get there.
And this stays here!
I didn't invent the time machine to win at gambling, but to travel through time!
I know.
So, Doc Brown invented a time machine.
Hilldale.
COP: Nothing but a breeding ground for tranks, lobos, and zipheads.
PARTNER: Yeah, they ought to tear this whole place down.
DOOR: Welcome home, Jennifer.
COP: You got a little tranked, but I think you can walk.
PARTNER: Ma'am, you should reprogram. It's dangerous in the dark.
JENNIFER: Lights on? COP: Yes. Now, look.
COP: Just take it easy, and you'll be fine.
And be careful in the future.
The future?
Have a nice day, Mrs. McFly.
TV: Broadcasting beautiful views 24 hours a day.
You're tuned to the Scenery Channel.
I'm in the future.
I get married in the Chapel O Love?
MARLENE: Mom? Mom, is that you?
JENNIFER: I got to get out of here!
[Doorbell rings]
MARLENE: Mom!
[Doorbell rings]
Mom? Mom, is that you?
MARLENE: Grandma! LORRAINE: Sweetheart!
Hi!
- What happened to Grandpa? - He threw his back out again.
- How's Granddad's little pumpkin? - How did you do that?
GEORGE: Out on the golf course.
LORRAINE: Are your folks home yet? I brought pizza!
- Who's going to eat all that? - I will.
Damn this traffic!
Jennifer, old Jennifer gets home around now. I hope we're not too late.
- What is it? What's the matter, Doc? - I thought I saw a taxi.
I thought it was following us.
LORRAINE: I can't believe this window's still broken.
MARLENE: When the repairman called Daddy a chicken...
... Daddy threw him out of the house. Now nobody will fix it.
Look how worn out this is.
LORRAINE: Your father's biggest problem is that he loses all self-control...
... when someone calls him chicken.
How often have we heard it?
"Mom, I can't let him think I'm chicken."
You're right. Well, you're right!
LORRAINE: About 30 years ago, your father tried to prove he wasn't chicken.
He ended up in an automobile accident.
MARLENE: With the Rolls-Royce?
Automobile accident.
All right, Einie, let's find Jennifer.
MARTY: I live in Hilldale? This is great!
DOC: Stay here, change clothes. If I need you, I'll holler.
MARTY: I want to check out my house.
DOC: We can't risk you running into your older self. Einie, let's go.
Hilldale.
MARTY: This is bitchin'.
[Ominous instrumental music]
METER: One, seven, four point five zero.
DRIVER: That will be $174.50. BIFF: Here.
Be careful in this neighborhood.
BIFF: Where's my receipt? DRIVER: Right here.
PARROT: How about a tip?
[Parrot laughing]
[Ominous instrumental music]
That accident caused a chain reaction, sending Marty's life down the tubes.
LORRAINE: Otherwise, your father's life would have turned out differently.
The man wouldn't have pressed charges...
...Marty wouldn't have broken his hand, given up on his music...
... and spent years feeling sorry for himself.
MARTY JR: Hey, Mom, nice pants.
LORRAINE: The reason your mother married him...
Mom?
MARTY JR: Turn off.
MARTY JR: I want channels 18, 24, 63, 109, 87, and the Weather Channel.
TV: Bringing you the world's weather 24 hours a day.
TV: Weather conditions remain the same...
TV: Board-certified implant surgeons...
DOOR: Welcome home, Marty.
MARTY JR: Dad's home.
MARTY SR: That's right. He's home. Dad's home.
DOOR: Lord of the manor. MARTY SR: Hello.
DOOR: King of the castle. MARTY SR: Hello.
What the hell is this?
THERMOSTAT: Lithium mode on.
Yeah. That's better.
Damned kids.
Hey, Son.
Watching a little TV for a change?
MARTY: Son of a...
[Foreboding instrumental music]
MARTY JR: I'm hungry. MARTY SR: Just wait your turn.
MARTY JR: When it's ready, shove it in my mouth.
MARTY SR: Don't you be a smart-ass.
MARTY JR: Hey! The Atrocity Channel.
Hydrate level 4, please.
[Juices gurgling]
[Ding]
MARTY JR: Is it ready?
LORRAINE: Here you go.
MARTY SR: Mom, you sure can hydrate a pizza.
MARTY SR: I'm sorry. I missed that whole thing.
LORRAINE: I'm just worried about Jennifer.
LORRAINE: Why isn't she home? MARTY SR: I'm not sure where Jennifer is, Mom.
She should have been home hours ago.
- I can't keep track... - Fruit!
- Fruit, please. - She's in one of those moods.
LORRAINE: Aren't you and her getting along?
Yeah. Great, Mom. We're like a couple of teenagers.
[Phone ringing]
Dad, telephone. It's Needles.
Dad, it's for you.
All right. Well, I'll take that in the den.
Retract.
MARTY SR: Hello. In here, please.
Hey, the big M.
How's it hanging, McFly?
Hey, Needles.
Needles?
Did you look at my little business proposal?
MARTY SR: I don't know. NEEDLES: Why are you worried?
If this works, your financial problems are solved.
And if it doesn't work, Needles, I could get fired.
It's illegal. I mean, what if the Jits is monitoring?
NEEDLES: The Jits will never find out. MARTY SR: God.
Come on. Stick your card in the slot, and I'll handle it.
NEEDLES: Unless you want everyone in the division to think you're chicken.
Nobody calls me chicken, Needles.
MARTY SR: Nobody! NEEDLES: All right.
Prove it.
All right.
MARTY SR: All right, Needles.
MARTY SR: Here's my card.
Scan it. I'm in.
NEEDLES: Thanks, McFly. I'll see you at the plant tomorrow.
Shit.
McFly!
MARTY SR: Fujitsu-san.
McFly...
... I was monitoring that scan you just interfaced.
You are terminated!
Terminated. No! It wasn't my fault, sir.
- Needles was behind it. - And you cooperated.
It was a sting operation. I was setting him up.
Read my fax!
MARTY SR: No! Please! I cannot be fired.
I'm fired.
MARTY SR: This is heavy.
What am I going to tell Jennifer?
DOC: Jennifer. Jennifer.
Doc. Am I glad to see you.
Go out the front door. I'll meet you there.
But it doesn't open. There's no doorknob.
Press your thumb to the plate.
What plate?
[Out-of-tune strumming]
LORRAINE: What does this fax mean?
MARTY SR: Mom. It's a joke, an office joke. It's a joke fax.
LORRAINE: I heard you yell. MARTY SR: Calm down. I wasn't yelling.
Needles and I were just joking.
DOOR: Welcome home, Jennifer.
MARTY SR: Lost my job, Mom? Get out of town.
- I'm young! - I'm old!
DOC: Marty! Marty!
Marty, come quick! Quick!
[Cane snaps]
[Painful groaning]
DOC: She encountered her older self and went into shock.
She'll be fine.
Let's get her back to 1985.
DOC: Then I'll destroy the time machine.
MARTY: Destroy it?
What about that stuff about humanity and where we're going?
DOC: The risks are too great, as this incident proves.
And I was behaving responsibly.
Imagine if the time machine fell into the wrong hands?
[Painful scream]
DOC: My only regret...
... is that I'll never get a chance to visit my favorite historical era...
... the Old West.
But time traveling is just too dangerous.
Better that I devote myself to study...
...the other great mystery of the universe:
Women.
DOC: Marty, Einie, brace yourselves for temporal displacement.
[Electrical explosion]
Did we make it?
Are we back?
[Airplane jet exhaust]
We're back.
[Tires screeching]
Let's put her in the swing. You can return in your truck and wake her.
DOC: When she awakens here in her own house...
...you can convince her it was a dream.
MARTY: We're just leaving her here?
Disorientation will help convince her it was a dream.
How long will she be out?
DOC: I'm not quite sure. She received quite a shock.
Could be a few minutes, probably a couple of hours.
- You better bring smelling salts. - You're the doc, Doc.
Come on. Let's go, Einie.
DOC: Don't worry. She'll be fine.
I don't remember bars being on these windows.
DOC: If you need me, I'll be in my lab dismantling this thing.
MARTY: Right.
What the hell?
[Hysterical screaming]
MARTY: Wait a minute. What are you doing in my room?
- Rape! Mom! - Okay. Okay.
GIRL: Dad, help! DAD: Freeze, sucker!
- I don't want any trouble. - You got trouble now, you piece of trash.
DAD: What are you doing here? MARTY: I'm in the wrong house.
DAD: You got that right, you son of a...
- Look. I made a mistake. - Damned right you made a mistake!
DAD: I'm going to tear your ass up!
That's right. You keep running, sucker! Tell that realty company that I ain't selling!
We won't be terrorized!
[Apprehensive instrumental music]
[Distant gunshots and screaming]
[Dog howling]
[Foreboding instrumental music]
[Police sirens approaching]
This has got to be the wrong year.
[Helicopter patrolling overhead]
MARTY: 1985?
MARTY: It can't be. STRICKLAND: Drop it.
So you're the son of a bitch who's been stealing my papers.
Mr. Strickland.
MARTY: Mr. Strickland. It's me, sir. Marty. STRICKLAND: Who?
Martin McFly. Don't you know me from school?
I've never seen you before in my life, but you look like a slacker.
Yeah, that's right. I am a slacker.
- You gave me detention last week. - The school burned down six years ago.
You have three seconds to get off my porch with your nuts intact.
STRICKLAND: One. MARTY: I just want to know what's going on.
Two.
[Tires screeching]
PUNKS: Strickland!
PUNKS: Yeah!
[Machine-gun fire]
[Bullets ricocheting]
[Panicked gasping]
[Shotgun blast]
Eat lead, slackers!
[Battle cry]
[Rock music plays]
Watch where you're going, crazy drunk pedestrian.
Red.
[Fuse blowing]
RECORDING: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the Biff Tannen Museum.
Dedicated to Hill Valley's number one citizen...
... and America's greatest living folk hero...
... the one and only Biff Tannen.
Of course we've all heard the legend, but who is the man?
Inside you'll learn how Biff became one of the richest men in America.
Learn the amazing history of the Tannen family...
... starting with his grandfather Buford "Mad Dog" Tannen...
... fastest gun in the West.
See Biff's humble beginnings and how a trip to the racetrack...
... on his 21st birthday made him a millionaire overnight.
Share in the excitement of a fabulous winning streak...
... that earned him the nickname "The Luckiest Man on Earth."
Learn how Biff parlayed that lucky winning streak...
... into the vast empire called Biffco.
Discover how in 1979...
... Biff successfully lobbied to legalize gambling...
... and turned Hill Valley's dilapidated courthouse...
... into a beautiful casino hotel.
BIFF: I just want to say one thing: God bless America!
RECORDING: Meet the women who shared his passion...
... as he searched for true love...
... and relive Biff's happiest moment...
... as in 1973 he realized his romantic dream...
... by marrying his high school sweetheart Lorraine Baines McFly.
BIFF: Third time's the charm.
MARTY: No!
LACKEY: Come with us upstairs.
- Let me go. - We can do this the easy way or the hard way.
RECORDING: The easy way.
[Dreamy instrumental harp]
MARTY: Mom? Mom, is that you? LORRAINE: Just relax, Marty.
LORRAINE: You've been asleep for almost two hours.
I had a horrible nightmare. It was terrible.
LORRAINE: Well, you're safe and sound now, back on the good old 27th floor.
27th floor!
Mom? Mom, that can't be you.
Well, yes, it's me, Marty. Are you all right?
I'm fine. I'm fine. It's just that you're so... You're so...
...big.
Everything's going to be fine, Marty. Are you hungry?
I can call room service.
Room service?
BIFF: Lorraine! LORRAINE: Oh, my God. It's your father.
My father?
You're supposed to be in Switzerland, you son of a bitch!
My father!
You got kicked out of another boarding school?
Do you know how much dough I've blown on your no-good kids?
What the hell do you care? We can afford it.
The least we can do with that money is provide a better life for our children.
Hold on. Let's get this straight.
Marty is your kid, not mine.
All the world's money wouldn't help that lazy bum.
LORRAINE: Stop it, Biff. Just stop it.
Look at him.
He's a butthead, just like his old man was.
Don't you dare speak that way about George.
You're not even half the man he was.
MARTY: You son of a bitch!
[Tearful moaning]
BIFF: Always the little hothead?
You want to take a poke at me?
LORRAINE: Damn it, Biff. That's it. I'm leaving.
So go ahead. Think about this, Lorraine!
Who's going to pay for your clothes? And your jewelry and liquor?
Who's going to pay for your cosmetic surgery?
You were the one who wanted me to get these things.
If you want them back, you can have them.
BIFF: Look, Lorraine.
You leave and I won't only cut off you, I'll cut off your kids.
LORRAINE: You wouldn't. BIFF: Wouldn't I?
First your daughter Linda. I'll cancel all her credit cards.
BIFF: She'll settle her debts with the bank herself.
I'll have your idiot son Dave's probation revoked.
And as for Marty...
...maybe you'd like to have all of your kids behind bars...
...just like your brother Joey.
One big happy jailbird family.
All right, Biff. You win. I'll stay.
As for you, I'll be back up here in an hour, so you better not be.
He was right, and I was wrong.
Mom!
Mom, what're you saying? You're actually defending him.
I had it coming.
He's my husband, and he takes care of all of us...
LORRAINE: And he deserves our respect. MARTY: Respect?
Your husband! How could he be your husband?
- How could you leave Dad for him? - Leave Dad?
- Marty, are you feeling all right? - No, I'm not feeling all right!
I don't understand what's going on here.
Why nobody can give me a simple, straight answer.
They must have hit you over the head hard this time.
Mom, I just want to know one thing.
Where's my father? Where's George McFly?
Marty.
George, your father, is in the same place he's been for the past 12 years.
Oak Park Cemetery.
[Thunder clapping]
[Unsettling instrumental music]
[Sad instrumental music]
No.
No! This can't be happening!
MARTY: "March 15, 1973."
No! Please, God, no!
No, please, God. Please, God, no.
This can't be happening.
This can't be...
DOC: I'm afraid it is happening. All of it.
Doc!
DOC: When I learned about your father, I figured you'd come here.
MARTY: Then you know what happened to him?
Do you know what happened...
...March 15, 1973?
DOC: Yes, Marty. I know.
DOC: I went to the public library to make sense of the madness.
The place was boarded up. I broke in and borrowed newspapers.
I don't get it, Doc.
How can all this be happening? It's like we're in Hell or something.
No, it's Hill Valley, although I can't imagine Hell being much worse.
DOC: Einie. I'm sorry, boy.
The lab is an awful, awful mess.
Attaboy.
Obviously, the time continuum has been disrupted...
...creating this new temporal event sequence...
...resulting in this alternate reality. - English, Doc.
DOC: Here, here, here. Let me illustrate.
Imagine that this line represents time.
DOC: Here's the present, 1985, the future, and the past.
Prior to this point in time, somewhere in the past...
...the time line skewed into this tangent...
...creating an alternate 1985.
DOC: Alternate to you, me, and Einstein...
...but reality for everyone else.
Recognize this?
DOC: It's the bag the sports book came in.
I know, because the receipt was still inside.
I found them in the time machine, along with this.
[Thunder clapping]
It's the top of Biff's cane. I mean old Biff, from the future.
Correct. It was in the time machine because Biff was in the time machine...
...with the Sports Almanac.
Holy shit.
You see, while we were in the future...
...Biff got the sports book, stole the time machine, went back in time...
...and gave the book to himself at some point in the past.
Look. It says right here...
... that Biff made his first $1,000,000 betting on a horserace in 1958.
He wasn't just lucky.
He knew, because he had the race results in the Sports Almanac.
That's how he made his entire fortune.
Look at his pocket with a magnifying glass.
MARTY: The Almanac.
Son of a bitch stole my idea.
MARTY: He must have been listening when I...
It's my fault.
The whole thing is my fault. If I hadn't bought that damn book...
...none of this would have happened.
- It's all in the past. - The future.
Whatever. It demonstrates precisely how time travel can be misused...
...and why the time machine must be destroyed...
...after we straighten all of this out.
Right. So we go back to the future...
...and we stop Biff from stealing the time machine.
We can't, because if we travel into the future from this point in time...
...it will be the future of this reality...
...in which Biff is corrupt and powerful...
...and married to your mother, and in which...
...this has happened to me.
No. Our only chance to repair the present is in the past...
...at the point where the time line skewed into this tangent.
In order to put the universe back as we remember it...
...and get back to our reality, we have to find out the exact date...
...and the specific circumstances of how, where, and when...
...young Biff got his hands on that Sports Almanac.
I'll ask him.
[Suspenseful music from TV]
Bulletproof vest! Great flick! Great frigging flick!
The guy is brilliant.
What the hell's going...
- What the hell are you doing in here? - Party's over, Biff.
MARTY: Sorry, ladies.
How did you get past my security downstairs?
There's a matter we need to talk about.
- Yeah. Money, right? Well, forget it. - No. Not money.
Gray's Sports Almanac.
You heard him, girls.
Party's over.
Start talking, kid. What else do you know about that book?
First you tell me how you got it.
How, where, and when.
All right. Take a seat.
Sit down!
November 12, 1955. That was when.
MARTY: November 12, 1955. That was the date I went back...
That was the date of the famous Hill Valley lightning storm.
You know your history. Very good.
BIFF: I'll never forget that Saturday.
I'd picked my car up from the shop because I'd rolled it in a drag race.
I thought you crashed into a manure truck.
How do you know about that?
My father told me about it.
BIFF: Your father?
Before he died.
Yeah. Right.
So there I was, minding my own business.
This crazy old codger with a cane shows up.
He says he's my distant relative. I don't see any resemblance.
So he says, "How would you like to be rich?"
So I said, "Sure."
So he lays this book on me.
He says this book will tell me the outcome of every sporting event this century.
All I have to do is bet on the winner and I'll never lose.
So I said, "What's the catch?" He says, "No catch. Just keep it a secret."
After that, he disappeared.
I never saw him again.
He told me one more thing.
He said, "Someday a crazy, wild-eyed scientist...
"...or a kid may show up asking about that book.
"And if that ever happens..."
[Cocks hammer]
[Self-satisfied snicker]
Funny. I never thought it would be you.
Biff, you're forgetting one thing. What the hell is that?
You're dead, you little son of a bitch!
[Suspenseful instrumental music]
[Elevator bell rings]
- There he is! - Wait, kid!
[Fast-paced instrumental music]
LACKEY: Hurry! There he is!
[Dramatic instrumental flourish]
BIFF: Go ahead, kid. Jump.
A suicide will be nice and neat.
What if I don't?
Lead poisoning.
What about the police, Biff?
They're going to match the bullet with that gun.
Kid, I own the police.
Besides, they couldn't match up the bullet that killed your old man.
You son of a...
BIFF: I suppose it's poetic justice.
Two McFlys with the same gun.
[Surprised gasp]
Idiot.
[Engine whirring]
What the hell...
Nice job, Doc!
MARTY: You're not going to believe this. We've got to go back to 1955.
I don't believe it.
[Adventurous instrumental music]
MARTY: That's right, Doc. November 12, 1955.
Unbelievable that old Biff could've chosen that particular date.
It could mean that that point in time contains some cosmic significance...
...as if it were the temporal junction point of the entire space-time continuum...
...or it could just be an amazing coincidence.
DOC: Damn! Got to fix that thing. All right. Time circuits on.
What do you mean, time circuits on? Doc, we're not going back now.
What about Jennifer? What about Einstein? We can't leave them.
Don't worry. Assuming we succeed on our mission...
...this alternate 1985 will be changed into the real 1985...
...instantaneously transforming around Jennifer and Einie.
Jennifer and Einie will be fine.
They'll have no memory of this horrible place.
MARTY: Doc.
- What if we don't succeed? - We must succeed.
[Electrical explosions]
MARTY: This is heavy, Doc.
It's like I was here yesterday.
DOC: You were here yesterday, Marty. Amazing, isn't it?
Sunrise should be in about 22 minutes.
DOC: You go into town. Track down young Biff and tail him.
Sometime today, old Biff will show up to give young Biff the Almanac.
Above all you must not interfere.
Let old Biff believe he's succeeded so he'll leave 1955...
...and bring the DeLorean to the future. - Right.
Once old Biff is gone, grab the Almanac anyway that you can.
- Remember, our futures depend on this. - You don't have to remind me of that.
DOC: Here's some binoculars and a walkie-talkie to keep in contact.
I'll stay and repair the short in the time circuit.
That way, we don't risk anyone else stealing the time machine...
...and I won't risk accidentally running into my other self.
MARTY: Other self? DOC: Yes. There are now two of me here...
...and there are two of you here.
DOC: The other me is the Dr. Emmett Brown from 1955.
The other me that helps the other you get back to 1985.
Remember the lightning bolt at the clock tower? That doesn't happen until tonight.
Be careful not to run into your other self. Let me give you some money.
[Marty whistles in awe]
DOC: Have to be prepared for all monetary possibilities.
DOC: Get yourself some '50s clothes. MARTY: Check, Doc.
Something inconspicuous.
Doc. Come in. This is Marty. Over.
- DOC: Roger, this is Doc. Are you there? - MARTY: Yeah, Doc. I'm at the address.
It's the only Tannen in the book, but I don't think this is Biff's house.
It looks like an old lady lives here.
GRANDMA: Biff! BIFF: Yeah.
GRANDMA: Where are you going, Biff? BIFF: I'm going to get my car, Grandma.
GRANDMA: When are you coming back? I want you to rub my toes.
BIFF: Shut up, you old bag.
KIDS: Give us our ball back.
BIFF: What ball? KIDS: That ball!
BIFF: What are you talking about?
KIDS: Give us our ball!
BIFF: Ball?
BIFF: Is this your ball? KIDS: Yeah!
BIFF: You want it back? KIDS: Yeah.
BIFF: Go get it.
Doc, it is Biff's house. I'm on him. Over.
[The Four Aces' Mr. Sandman plays on soundtrack]
MECHANIC: She's all fixed up, but I couldn't get her started.
MECHANIC: Got a kill switch? BIFF: You just need the right touch.
BIFF: Nobody can start this car but me.
MECHANIC: The bill comes to $302.57. BIFF: $300?
$300 for a couple of dents? That's bullshit.
It was horseshit. The whole car was horseshit.
MECHANIC: Jones wanted $80 to haul it away. BIFF: I bet he resold it.
BIFF: I got to get something. MECHANIC: You want something?
You can call Jones and if he wants to give you a refund...
$300! If I catch the guy that caused this I'll break his neck.
The manure. I remember that.
MECHANIC: 4 cans of Valvoline.
BIFF: 4 cans for a $300 job? MECHANIC: I can't have lunch in there.
MECHANIC: Makes me nauseous. BIFF: I should get a case for $300.
MECHANIC: It smells worse than the bathroom.
The stench is never going to go away, Biff.
Last time I do you a favor. Last time.
[Girlish laughter]
[Oohs and ahs]
BABS: It's perfect, Lorraine. You're going to look so good!
BABS: You're going to look...
BIFF: Look at what we have here. Nice dress, Lorraine.
Although I think you'd look better wearing nothing.
LORRAINE: Take a long walk off a short pier. BIFF: There's that dance at school tonight.
Now that my car's fixed...
...l'll give you the honor of going with the best-looking guy in school.
I'm busy.
- Doing what? - Washing my hair.
That's as funny as a screen door on a battleship.
Screen door on a submarine, you dork.
Biff, somebody already asked me to the dance.
Who? That bug George McFly?
- I'm going with Calvin Klein, okay? - Calvin Klein? No, it's not okay.
- You're going with me, understand? - Get your cooties off me!
When will you get it through your skull? You're my girl.
I wouldn't be your girl even if you had a million dollars!
BIFF: Yes, you will! It's you and me, Lorraine.
DRIVER: Watch it!
It's meant to be.
I'm going to marry you someday, Lorraine. Someday you'll be my wife!
You always did have a way with women.
Get the hell out of my car, old man.
You want to marry that girl? I can help make it happen.
- Who are you, Miss Lonely-hearts? - Just get in the car, butthead.
Who are you calling butthead, butthead?
How did you do that? Nobody can start this car but me.
Get in the car, Tannen. Today's your lucky day.
[Tires screeching]
[Frantic screaming]
BIFF: Watch where you're driving, old man.
If you dent this car, I'll kill you.
BIFF: This cost me $300! OLD BIFF: Would you shut up about the car?
- How do you know where I live? - Let's just say we're related, Biff.
That being the case, I got a present for you.
Something that'll make you rich.
- You want to be rich, don't you? - Yeah. Sure. Right. That's rich.
You're going to make me rich?
You see this book? This book tells the future.
Tells the results of every major sports event till the end of this century.
Football, baseball, horseraces, boxing.
The information in here is worth millions, and I'm giving it to you.
That's very nice. Thank you very much.
Now, why don't you make like a tree and get out of here?
It's leave, you idiot. Make like a tree and leave.
You sound like a fool when you say it wrong.
All right, leave. And take your book with you.
Don't you get it? You could make a fortune with this book.
Let me show you.
[Static coming from radio]
RADIO: UCLA trails 17-16.
It's 4th and 11 with only 18 seconds left of this game.
I'd say it's all over for UCLA.
Bet you a million bucks UCLA wins it 19-17.
- What are you, deaf? It's over. You lost. - Yeah?
Here comes Decker with the kick. It's up and looks good.
Ball's in the clear. Field goal! UCLA wins 19-17.
Listen to that Coliseum crowd go wild. Jim Decker...
All right. What's the gag? How did you know what the score would be?
OLD BIFF: I told you, it's in this book.
All you got to do is bet on the winner, and you'll never lose.
All right. I'll take a look at it.
OLD BIFF: You damn fool!
Never leave this book laying around.
Don't you have a safe? No, you don't have a safe.
Get a safe. Keep it locked up. Until then, keep it on you.
BIFF: What are you doing? OLD BIFF: Don't tell anybody, either.
OLD BIFF: There's one more thing. One day, a kid or a crazy old man...
... who claims to be a scientist is going to come around asking...
I'm trapped. Doc.
MARTY: Doc, come in.
- What's the report? - Biff's gone.
MARTY: He's got the book. I'm locked in Biff's garage.
Get me the hell out of here.
I'm at 1809 Mason Street.
I can't take the DeLorean. Don't worry. Somehow I'll get there.
Doc, wait a minute. Doc. Doc.
Perfect.
GRANDMA: Biff! Where are you going now?
BIFF: I told you, Grandma, I'm going to the dance.
GRANDMA: When you coming home? MARTY: The dance.
BIFF: I'll get home when I get home.
GRANDMA: Don't forget to turn out the garage light.
[Tires screeching]
[Bicycle bell ringing]
DOC: Marty. Marty!
Marty.
Marty, Marty. Damn!
Where is that kid?
[Perry Como's Papa Loves Mambo playing on radio]
MARTY: Doc. Doc, come in.
Come in, Doc.
Marty! Come in.
Doc.
[Static interference]
Marty.
My...
Great Scott.
DOC: My God.
MARTY: Doc, Doc, come in.
Marty, what happened? You weren't at Biff's house.
MARTY: I'm in Biff's car, heading for the Enchantment Under The Sea dance.
We may have to abort this entire plan. It's getting much too dangerous.
MARTY: The book's on his dashboard. I'll grab it when we arrive.
You must be careful not to run into your other self.
- My other self? - Yes.
Remember your mother is at that exact same dance with you.
MARTY: Right. This could get heavy, Doc. DOC: Heavy, heavy.
Whatever happens, don't let your other self see you!
DOC: The consequences could be disastrous. OTHER DOC: Excuse me, sir.
Yes, you with the hat.
- Who, me? - Yes.
Be a pal and hand me a five-eighths inch wrench from the toolbox.
Five-eighths?
Don't you mean three-quarters?
Why, you're right.
I presume you're conducting some sort of weather experiment.
That's right. How did you know that?
I happen to have had a little experience in this area.
I'm hoping to see some lightning tonight...
...although the weatherman says there's no chance of rain.
There's going to be plenty of rain. Wind, thunder, lightning.
- It's going to be one hell of a storm. - Thanks. Nice talking to you.
Maybe we'll bump into each other again in the future.
DOC: Or in the past.
[Tires screeching]
[Jazz music playing in school]
MARTY: Doc, Doc! Come in!
BIFF: Where's that punk Calvin Klein, anyway?
LACKEY: I don't know. I ain't his secretary.
BIFF: Well, find him. He caused me $300 damage.
I owe him a knuckle sandwich. Get going!
LACKEY: Aren't you coming? BIFF: I'm reading.
[Crunch of footfall]
STRICKLAND: Well, well, Mr. Tannen.
How nice to see you here.
- Why, Mr. Strickland, nice to see you, sir. - Is that liquor I smell, Tannen?
I wouldn't know.
I don't know what it smells like because I'm too young to drink it.
I see.
What have we here?
STRICKLAND: Sports stats, interesting subject. Homework, Tannen?
No, it ain't homework, because, I ain't at home.
You got a real attitude problem, you know?
One day I'll have you where I want you, in detention.
STRICKLAND: Slacker!
MARTY: Jesus, you smoke, too?
LORRAINE: Marty, you sound just like my mother.
MARTY: Yeah, right.
LORRAINE: When I have kids, I'll let them do anything they want.
Anything at all.
- I'd like to have that in writing. - Yeah, me, too.
LORRAINE: Marty, why are you so nervous?
[Loud bang]
[Horn playing La Cucaracha outside]
Yes!
No!
MARTY: "Oh LáLá"?
"Oh LáLá"?
[Anxious gasping]
MARTY: Doc! Doc! GEORGE: Hey, you.
MARTY: Doc, come in! DOC: Marty, what's up?
Doc! I'm in trouble. I blew it.
DOC: Where's the book? MARTY: Biff must have it.
MARTY: I've only got the cover. DOC: Where's Biff?
BIFF: You're asking for it. MARTY: I don't know.
DOC: Any idea? MARTY: No! He could be anywhere by now.
The entire future depends on you getting that book!
MARTY: I know. I just don't... LORRAINE: Stop it!
Stop it, Biff. You'll break his arm. Stop it!
MARTY: Of course!
MARTY: I gotta go. I got one chance! My old man is about to deck Biff!
Yes!
Talk about déjá vu.
GEORGE: Are you okay?
[Romantic instrumental music]
MARTY: Okay, everybody, let's back up.
Everybody just back up. Give him a little bit of room.
It's okay. I know CPR.
I know CPR.
- What's CPR? - You!
- He's fine. - Did you just take his wallet?
He took that guy's wallet.
MARTY: Doc, success. I got it.
Thank goodness.
Great, Marty.
As soon as I reload the fusion generator we'll meet on the roof of the school gym.
MARTY: On the roof. 10-4.
LACKEY: It's him! THUG: He's in disguise.
Guys, what's that?
LACKEY: Come on! Let's get him!
DOC: Damn!
[Band playing Earth Angel]
SINGER: All right! Let's do another.
LACKEY: Where did he go? He just came in here!
- Look! How did he get on stage? - When he's through, we'll nail him.
How did he change his clothes so fast?
OTHER MARTY: It's an oldie where I come from.
All right, guys, blues riff in B.
Watch me for the changes, and try and keep up, okay?
[Starts playing Johnny B. Goode]
MARTY: Doc, come in!
Come in.
Listen, Biff's guys chased me into the gym. They're going to jump "me."
Get out of there!
MARTY: No, not me. The other me. The one on stage playing Johnny B. Goode.
He could miss his opportunity to return! We'll have a major paradox!
Wait. A paradox?
One of those things that could destroy the universe?
DOC: You have to stop those guys without being seen by your other self.
MARTY: 10-4.
What the hell?
- Where is he? - Who?
- Calvin Klein. - Who?
- With the hat, where is he? - He went that way.
WITNESS: I think he took your wallet.
I think he took his wallet.
[Johnny B. Goode continues playing]
[Muted thud]
I guess you guys aren't ready for that yet...
... but your kids are going to love it.
[Thud]
Doc, success. Everything's cool.
DOC: Great. I'll be landing at the roof in one minute.
I'll be there.
Lorraine.
Marty, that was very interesting music.
LORRAINE: I hope you don't mind. George asked to take me home.
OTHER MARTY: Yeah. Great. Great. I had a feeling about you two.
LORRAINE: I had a feeling, too.
Butthead!
You think that stupid disguise can get by me?
Let's have it out.
You and me, right now.
No, thanks.
What's the matter?
BIFF: Where are you going?
Are you chicken?
That's it, isn't it?
Nothing but a little chicken.
Nobody calls me a...
What the hell...
You steal my stuff?
And this one's for my car!
[Suspenseful instrumental music]
[Tires screeching]
MARTY: Doc! I blew it.
Biff nailed me. He took the book. He drove away with it in his car.
It's my fault. I should have left sooner.
- No time for that. Where did he go? - To the River Road Tunnel.
DOC: Get in!
Yes!
MARTY: There he is, Doc!
- Let's land on him and cripple his car. - That's a '46 Ford. We're a DeLorean.
DOC: He'll rip us like tin foil.
- So what do we do? - I have a plan.
RADIO: Repeating tonight's weather bulletin, a severe thunderstorm is heading for Hill Valley.
[Suspenseful instrumental music]
RADIO: Serving Hill Valley and Hill County...
... you're tuned to KKHV, the voice of Hill Valley.
RADIO: Turning to community calendar, the Hill Valley Women's Club bake sale...
... will be held tomorrow from 2:00 to 5:00...
... at the community center on Forest Road.
For you sports fans, there was much action today in college football.
Here's what happened to the top 10.
UCLA narrowly defeated Washington 19-17.
Michigan State crushed Minnesota 42-14.
Ohio State beat Iowa 20-10.
- Michigan blanked Indiana 30-0. - Shit.
- It was Notre Dame over North Carolina... - Son of a bitch.
Oklahoma ripped Iowa State 52-0.
West Virginia lost to Pittsburgh 26-7.
Texas A&M over Rice 20-10.
Maryland defeated Clemson 25-12...
... and it was Texas Christian over Texas 47-20.
Repeating tonight's earlier weather bulletin, a severe thundershower...
BIFF: You again?
God!
BIFF: Let it go!
[Tires screeching]
Let go of this car!
[Loud screeching]
That'll teach him.
[Truck honking]
[Dramatic instrumental flourish]
[Engine revving]
[Loud engine revving]
[Loud screeching]
[Suspenseful instrumental music]
[Loud screeching]
[Evil laughter]
MARTY: Go, Doc!
Hold on, Marty!
Shit!
[Happy laughter]
Yes!
[Disgusted groaning]
Manure! I hate manure!
[Thunder rumbling]
Doc, is everything all right? Over.
DOC: It's very miserable flying weather...
...much too turbulent for a landing from this direction.
I'll have to approach from the south. Have you got the book?
In my hand, Doc! I got it in my hand!
Burn it!
Check!
Doc! Doc! The newspaper changed.
Doc, my father's alive!
That means everything's back to normal, right?
Mission accomplished.
That means Jennifer's okay and Einie's okay, right?
That's right, Marty. It's the ripple effect.
The future is back, so let's go home.
Right. Let's get our asses back to the...
Doc, Doc, are you okay?
DOC: That was a close one.
I almost bought the farm.
Well, be careful. You don't want to get struck by lightning.
[Electrical explosions]
[Air siphoning]
Doc.
Doc?
Doc, come in, Doc.
Doc, do you read me?
Do you read me, Doc? Come in.
Doc.
[Melancholic instrumental music]
No.
He's gone.
The Doc's gone.
[Ominous instrumental music]
STRANGER: Mr. McFly!
Is your name Marty McFly?
[Thunder rumbling]
Yeah.
I've got something for you.
A letter.
A letter for me?
That's impossible.
- Who the hell are you? - Western Union.
Many of us at the office were hoping you could shed some light on the subject.
We've had that envelope in our possession...
...for the past 70 years.
STRANGER: It was given to us with the explicit instructions...
... that it be delivered to a young man with your description...
...answering to the name of Marty at this exact location...
...at this exact minute, November 12, 1955.
We had a bet going on whether this Marty would actually be here.
Looks like I lost.
Did you say 70 years?
Yes. 70 years, 2 months, 12 days, to be exact. Sign on line 6, please.
Here you are.
It's from the Doc!
"Dear Marty, if my calculations are correct...
"...you will receive this letter immediately after the DeLorean's struck by lightning.
"First let me assure you I'm alive and well.
"I've been living happily these past eight months in the year 1885.
"The lightning bolt..."
1885!
"September, 1885."
STRANGER: Wait, kid! Wait a minute. What's this all about?
He's alive!
The Doc's alive!
- He's in the Old West, but he's alive. - Kid, you all right?
Need any help?
There's only one man who can help me.
[Adventurous instrumental music]
[Terrified cry]
[Electrical explosion]
[Joyous cheering]
Doc! Doc!
[Startled scream]
Relax, Doc. It's me. It's me! It's Marty.
Impossible. I sent you back to the future.
I know, you did send me back...
...but I'm back. I'm back from the future.
Great Scott!
Doc!
Doc.
[Old West-style instrumental music]
TANNEN: McFly.
That's right, Tannen!
Come on, runt! You can dance better than that!