Jerry Vale

Put Your Head on My Shoulder

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(Doc's House)
(The camera pans around the place. No one is home.)
Radio: October is inventory time. So right now, Statler Toyota is making the best deals of the year on all 1985 model Toyotas. You won't find a better car with a better price with better service anywhere in Hill Valley...
Television: The Senate is expected to vote on this today. In other news, officials at The Pacific Nuclear Research Facility have denied the rumor that the case of missing plutonium was in fact stolen from their vault two weeks ago. A Libyan terrorist group had claimed responsibility for the alleged theft, however, the officials now infer the crepency to a simple clerical error. The FBI...
(The door opens and Marty Mc
Fly walks in, his skateboard rolls to a stop by the bed. Under the bed we can see a box that is marked Plutonium.)

Marty: Hey, Doc? Doc. Hello, anybody home? Einstein, come here, boy. What's going on?
(He looks around and realizes that no one is home. He decides to test out the Amps. He hooks up his guitar and turns the amp all the way up. He hits one note and the speakers blow out, throwing him back into some boxes.)
Marty: Wha- aw, god. Aw, Jesus. Whoa, rock and roll. (the phone begins to ring. He answers it.) Yo.
Doc: (on phone) Marty, is that you?
Marty: Hey, hey, Doc, where are you?
Doc: (on phone) Thank god I found you. Listen, can you meet me at Twin Pines Mall tonight at 1:15? I've made a major breakthrough, I'll need your assistance.
Marty: Wait a minute, wait a minute. 1:15 in the morning?
Doc: (on phone) Yeah.
Marty: What's going on? Where have you been all week?
Doc: (on phone) Working.
Marty: Where's Einstein, is he with you?
Doc: (on phone) Yeah, he's right here.
Marty: You know, Doc, you left your equipment on all week.
Doc: (on phone) My equipment, that reminds me, Marty, you better not hook up to the amplifier. There's a slight possibility for overload.
Marty: Yeah, I'll keep that in mind.
Doc: (on phone) Good, I'll see you tonight. Don't forget, now, 1:15 a.m., Twin Pines Mall.

Marty: Right.
(All of a sudden all the clocks in the room begin going off. It's very loud.)
Doc: (on phone) Are those my clocks I hear?
Marty: Yeah, it's 8:00.
Doc: (on phone) They're late. My experiment worked. They're all exactly twenty-five minutes slow.
Marty: Wait a minute. Wait a minute, Doc. Are you telling me that it's 8:25?
Doc: (on phone) Precisely.
Marty: Damn. I'm late for school.

(Hangs up the phone and heads out. He grabs on to the tail end of a car and rides his skateboard to school.)
(Marty arrives but his girlfriend, Jennifer, is waiting for him.)
Marty: Hello, Jennifer.
Jennifer: Marty, don't go this way. Strickland's looking for you. If you're caught it'll be four tardies in a row.
Jennifer: Alright, c'mon, I think we're safe.
Marty: Y'know this time it wasn't my fault. The Doc set all of his clocks twenty-five minutes slow.
Strickland: Doc? Am I to understand you're still hanging around with Doctor Emmett Brown, Mc
Fly? Tardy slip for you, Miss Parker. And one for you Mc
Fly I believe that makes four in a row. Now let me give you a nickle's worth of advice, young man. This so called Doctor Brown is dangerous, he's a real nuttcase. You hang around with him you're gonna end up in big trouble.
Marty: Oh yes sir.
Strickland: You got a real attitude problem, Mc
Fly. You're a slacker. You remind me of you father when he went here. He was a slacker too.
Marty: Can I go now, Mr. Strickland?
Strickland: I noticed you band is on the roster for dance auditions after school today. Why even bother Mc
Fly, you haven't got a chance, you're too much like your own man. No Mc
Fly ever amounted to anything in the history of Hill Valley.
Marty: Yeah, well history is gonna change.

(Auditorium - After school)
(Marty's band is getting ready to try out.)
Audition Judge: Next, please.
Marty: Alright, we're the Pinheads.
(They begin to play the opening to "Power of Love" by Huey Lewis and the News.)
Audition Judge: Okay, that's enough. Now stop the microphone. I'm sorry fellas. I'm afraid you're just too darn loud. Next, please. Where's the next group, please?
(Town Square)
(Marty and Jennifer are sitting on a bench near the Clock Tower.)
Election Van: Re-elect Mayor Goldie Wilson. Progress is his middle name.
Marty: I'm too loud. I can't believe it. I'm never gonna get a chance to play in front of anybody.
Jennifer: Marty, one rejection isn't the end of the world.
Marty: Nah, I just don't think I'm cut out for music.
Jennifer: But you're good, Marty, you're really good. And this audition tape of your is great, you gotta send it in to the record company. It's like Doc's always saying.
Marty: Yeah I know, If you put your mind to it you could accomplish anything.
Jennifer: That's good advice, Marty.
Marty: Alright, okay Jennifer. What if I send in the tape and they don't like it. I mean, what if they say I'm no good. What if they say, "Get out of here, kid, you got no future." I mean, I just don't think I can take that kind of rejection. Jesus, I'm beginning to sound like my old man.
Jennifer: C'mon, he's not that bad. At least he's letting you borrow the car tomorrow night.
Marty: (spots a really sweet looking Truck.) Check out that four by four. That is hot. Someday, Jennifer, someday. Wouldn't it be great to take that truck up to the lake? Throw a couple of sleeping bags in the back. Lie out under the stars.
Jennifer: Stop it.
Marty: What?
Jennifer: Does your mom know about tomorrow night?
Marty: No, get out of town, my mom thinks I'm going camping with the guys. Well, Jennifer, my mother would freak out if she knew I was going up there with you. And I get this standard lecture about how she never did that kind of stuff when she was a kid. Now look, I think she was born a nun.
Jennifer: She's just trying to keep you respectable.
Marty: Well, she's not doing a very good job.
(They go to kiss but a woman shoves a flyer in their faces.)
Woman: Save the clock tower, save the clock tower. Mayor Wilson is sponsoring an initiative to replace that clock. Thirty years ago, lightning struck that clock tower and the clock hasn't run since. We at the Hill Valley Preservation Society think it should be preserved exactly the way it is as part of our history and heritage.
Marty: Here you go, lady. There's a quarter. (drops a quarter into her collection tin.)
Woman: Thank you, don't forget to take a flyer.
Marty: Right.
Woman: (walks off) Save the clock tower.
Marty: Where were we?
Jennifer: Right about here.
(They kiss right as Jennifer's Dad drives up.)
Jennifer's Dad: Jennifer.
Jennifer: It's my dad.
Marty: Right.
Jennifer: I've gotta go.
Marty: I'll call you tonight.
Jennifer: I'll be at my grandma's. Here, let me give you the number. (writes the number on the back of the Clock Tower flyer.) Bye.
(Marty's House)
Marty: Perfect, just perfect.
(Marty arrives in time to see a Tow Truck driving up with what's left of his Dad's Car. Inside Biff Tannen is griping at George Mc
Fly, Marty's father. George is a skinny man, and very nerdy.)
Biff: I can't believe you loaned me a car, without telling me it had a blind spot. I could've been killed.
George: Now, now, Biff, now, I never noticed any blind spot before when I would drive it. (spots Marty) Hi, son.
Biff: But, what are you blind Mc
Fly, it's there. How else do you explain that wreck out there?
George: Now, Biff, um, can I assume that your insurance is gonna pay for the damage?
Biff: My insurance, it's your car, your insurance should pay for it. Hey, I wanna know who's gonna pay for this? I spilled beer all over it when that car smashed into me. Who's gonna pay my cleaning bill?
George: Uh?
Biff: And where's my reports?
George: Uh, well, I haven't finished those up yet, but you know I figured since they weren't due till…
Biff: Hello, hello, anybody home? Think, Mc
Fly, think. I gotta have time to get them re-typed. Do you realize what would happen if I hand in my reports in your handwriting. I'll get fired. You wouldn't want that to happen would you? (George doesn't say anything.) Would you?
George: Of course not, Biff, now I wouldn't want that to happen. Now, uh, I'll finish those reports up tonight, and I'll run em them on over first thing tomorrow, alright?
Biff: Hey, not too early I sleep in on Saturday. Oh, Mc
Fly, your shoe's untied. (George looks down and Biff smacks his head.) Don't be so gullible, Mc
Fly. You got the place fixed up nice, Mc
Fly. (Goes to the fridge to get a beer.) I have you're car towed all the way to your house and all you've got for me is light beer. What are you looking at, butthead? Say hi to your mom for me. (leaves)
George: (turns to see Marty's disappointed expression) I know what you're gonna say, son, and you're right, you're right, But Biff just happens to be my supervisor, and I'm afraid I'm not very good at confrontations.
Marty: The car, Dad, I mean He wrecked it, totaled it. I needed that car tomorrow night, Dad, I mean do you have any idea how important this was, do you have any clue?
George: I know, and all I could say is I'm sorry.
(Dinner Table - Later)
(The whole family is having dinner. George is working on his reports and watching TV. David and Linda, Marty's siblings are there as well. David is dressed in his work clothes, a fast food restaurant outfit.)
George: Believe me, Marty, you're better off not having to worry about all the aggravation and headaches of playing at that dance.
David: He's absolutely right, Marty. the last thing you need is headaches.
(Marty's mother, Loraine, enters and drops a cake onto the table. She's a plump woman who tends to drink somewhat.)
Lorraine: Kids, we're gonna have to eat this cake by ourselves, Uncle Joey didn't make parole again. I think it would be nice, if you all dropped him a line.
Marty: Uncle Jailbird Joey?
David: He's your brother, Mom.
Linda: Yeah, I think it's a major embarrassment having an uncle in prison.
Lorraine: We all make mistakes in life, children.
David: God dammit, I'm late.
Lorraine: David, watch your mouth. You come here and kiss your mother before you go, come here.
David: C'mon, Mom, make it fast, I'll miss my bus. Hey see you tonight, Pop. (kisses George's head.) Woo, time to change that oil.
(George laughs at that.)
Linda: Hey Marty, I'm not your answering service, but you're outside pouting about the car, Jennifer Parker called you twice.
Lorraine: I don't like her, Marty. Any girl who calls a boy is just asking for trouble.
Linda: Oh Mom, there's nothing wrong with calling a boy.
Lorraine: I think it's terrible. Girls chasing boys. When I was your age I never chased a boy, or called a boy, or sat in a parked car with a boy.
Linda: Then how am I supposed to ever meet anybody.
Lorraine: Well, it will just happen. Like the way I met your father.
Linda: That was so stupid, Grandpa hit him with the car.
Lorraine: It was meant to be. Anyway, if Grandpa hadn't hit him, then none of you would have been born.
Linda: Yeah, well, I still don't understand what Dad was doing in the middle of the street.
Lorraine: What was it, George, bird watching?
George: (looks up from the TV) What Lorraine, what?
Lorraine: Anyway, Grandpa hit him with the car and brought him into the house. He seemed so helpless, like a little lost puppy, my heart just went out for him.
Linda: Yeah Mom, we know, you've told us this story a million times. You felt sorry for him so you decided to go with him to The Fish Under The Sea Dance.
Lorraine: No, it was The Enchantment Under The Sea Dance. Our first date. It was the night of that terrible thunderstorm, remember George? Your father kissed me for the very first time on that dance floor. It was then I realized I was going to spend the rest of my life with him.
(Bedroom - 1:00 am)
(Marty's asleep in his clothes. The phone rings, and Marty wakes up and answers it.)
Doc: (on phone) Marty, you didn't fall asleep, did you?
Marty: Uh Doc, uh no. No, don't be silly.
Doc: Listen, this is very important, I forgot my video camera, could you stop by my place and pick it up on your way to the mall?
Marty: Um, yeah, I'm on my way.
(Twin Pines Mall)
(Marty shows up but doesn't see Doc. He walks over to Doc's dog, Einstein.)
Marty: Einstein, hey Einstein, where's the Doc, boy, huh? Doc?
(Suddenly the back of an 18-wheeler opens up and Doc drives slowly out in the Delorean.)
Doc: Marty, you made it.
Marty: Yeah.
Doc: Welcome to my latest experiment. It's the one I've been waiting for all my life.
Marty: Um, well it's a Delorean, right?
Doc: Bare with me, Marty, all of your questions will be answered. Roll tape, we'll proceed.
Marty: Doc, is that a de…
Doc: Never mind that now, never mind that now.
Marty: Alright, I'm ready.
Doc: Good evening, I'm Doctor Emmett Brown. I'm standing on the parking lot of Twin Pines Mall. It's Saturday morning, October 26, 1985, 1:18 a.m. and this is temporal experiment number one. (gestures for Einstein to get into the car) C'mon, Einy, hey hey boy, get in there, that a boy, in you go, get down, that's it.
Marty: Whoa, whoa, okay.
Doc: Please note that Einstein's clock is in complete synchronization with my control watch.
Marty: Right check, Doc.
Doc: Good. Have a good trip Einstein, watch your head.
Marty: You have this thing hooked up to the car?
(The doc picks up a remote control device.)
Doc: Watch this. Not me, the car, the car. My calculations are correct, when this baby hits eighty-eight miles per hour, your gonna see some serious shit. Watch this, watch this. (The car heads straight for them picking up speed all the while. It hits 88 MPH just as it reaches them and it disappears. Leaving behind fire track marks on the pavement.) Ha, what did I tell you, eighty-eight miles per hour. The temporal displacement occurred at exactly 1:20 a.m. and zero seconds.
Marty: Jesus Christ, Doc, you disintegrated Einstein.
Doc: Calm down, Marty, I didn't disintegrate anything. The molecular structure of Einstein and the car are completely intact.
Marty: Where the hell are they.
Doc: The appropriate question is, 'when the hell are they?' Einstein has just become the world's first time traveler. I sent him into the future. One minute into the future to be exact. And at exactly 1:21 a.m. we should cat h up with him and the time machine.
Marty: Wait a minute, wait a minute, Doc, are you telling me that you built a time machine out of the Delorean? Doc: The way I see it, if you're gonna build a time machine into a car why not do it with some style. Besides, the stainless, steel construction made the flux dispersal- look out! (he shoves Marty out of the way just as the car reappears. It's covered in ice.)
Marty: What, what is it hot?
Doc: It's cold, damn cold. (Doc opens the car door with his foot.) Ha, ha, ha, Einstein, you little devil. Einstein's clock is exactly one minute behind mine, it's still ticking.
Marty: He's alright.
Doc: He's fine, and he's completely unaware that anything happened. As far as he's concerned the trip was instantaneous. That's why Einstein's watch is exactly one minute behind mine. He skipped over that minute to instantly arrive at this moment in time. Come here, I'll show you how it works. (leans into the car and points out the time circuit) First, you turn the time circuits on. This readout tells you where you're going, this one tells you where you are, this one tells you where you were. You input the destination time on this keypad. Say, you wanna see the signing of the declaration of independence, or witness the birth or Christ. Here's a red-letter date in the history of science, November 5, 1955. Yes, of course, November 5, 1955.
Marty: What, I don't get what happened.
Doc: That was the day I invented time travel. I remember it vividly. I was standing on the edge of my toilet hanging a clock, the porcelain was wet, I slipped, hit my head on the edge of the sink. And when I came to I had a revelation, a picture, a picture in my head, a picture of this. (motions to the flux capacitor.)
This is what makes time travel possible. The flux capacitor.
Marty: The flux capacitor.
Doc: It's taken me almost thirty years and my entire family fortune to realize the vision of that day, my god has it been that long. Things have certainly changed around here. I remember when this was all farmland as far as the eye could see. Old man Peabody, owned all of this. He had this crazy idea about breeding pine trees.
Marty: This is uh, this is heavy duty, Doc, this is great. Uh, does it run on regular unleaded gasoline?
Doc: Unfortunately no, it requires something with a little more kick, plutonium.
Marty: Uh, plutonium, (lowers the camera) wait a minute, are you telling me that this sucker's nuclear?
Doc: Hey, hey, keep rolling, keep rolling there. (Marty picks the camera up again) No, no, no, no, this sucker's electrical. But I need a nuclear reaction to generate the one point twenty-one gigawatts of electricity that I need.
Marty: Doc, you don't just walk into a store and ask for plutonium. Did you rip this off?
Doc: Of course, from a group of Libyan Nationalists. They wanted me to build them a bomb, so I took their plutonium and in turn gave them a shiny bomb case full of used pinball machine parts.
Marty: Jesus.
Doc: Let's get you into a radiation suit, we must prepare to reload.
(A few minutes later both Doc and Marty are fully clothed in radiation suits. Doc injects a rod of plutonium into the Delorean, then removes his helmet.)
Doc: Safe now, everything's lead lined. Don't you lose those tapes now, we'll need a record. (goes to climb in the Delorean) Wup, wup, I almost forgot my luggage. Who knows if they've got cotton underwear in the future. I'm allergic to all synthetics.
Marty: The future, it's where you're going?
Doc: That's right, twenty five years into the future. I've always dreamed on seeing the future, looking beyond my years, seeing the progress of mankind. I'll also be able to see who wins the next twenty-five world series.
Marty: Uh, Doc.
Doc: Huh?
Marty: Uh, look me up when you get there.
Doc: Indeed I will, roll em. I, Doctor Emmett Brown, am about to embark on an historic journey. What have I been thinking of? I almost forgot to bring some extra plutonium. How did I ever expect to get back? One pallet one trip I must be out of my mind. (Einstein begins to whine) What is it Einy? (Spots the Libyans in their van) Oh my god, they found me, I don't know how but they found me. Run for it, Marty.
Marty: Who, who?
Doc: Who do you think, (points) the Libyans.
Marty: Holy shit.
Doc: Unroll their fire.
Marty: Doc, wait.
(The Libyans corner Doc and shoot him.)
Marty: No!! Bastards!! (They go after him and he jumps in the Delorean and takes off.)
Libyan: Go. Go. (they follow)
Marty: C'mon, more, dammit. Jeez. Holy shit. Let's see if you bastards can do ninety. (floors the gas, and as soon as the car reaches 88 MPH he is sent back to 1955.)
Marty: Ahh. Ahh.
(Hill Valley Outskirts - 1955)
(Marty crashes into Old Man Peabody's Barn. The Peabody's wake up and rush out to the barn.)
Mother: Pa, what is it? What is it, Pa?
Father: Looks like a airplane, without wings.
Son: That ain't no airplane, look.
(Holds up his alien comic, which shows an alien craft that looks a lot like the Delorean. They all hold their breath as the door opens and Marty gets out. His radiation hood is over his face, and they think he's an alien.)
Mother & Father: Ahh.
Father: Children. (they high tale it out of the barn.)
Marty: Listen, woah. (he trips but gets back up.) Hello, uh excuse me. Sorry about your barn.
(Marty opens the barn door.)
Son: It's already mutated intro human form, shoot it.
Father: Take that you mutated son-of-a-bitch. (Marty ducks and scrambles back into the Delorean. He takes off running over a pine on the way.) My pine, why you. You space bastard, you killed a pine.
(Marty spots a sign for the neighborhood that he lives in. It's just about to be built.)
Marty: Alright, alright, okay Mc
Fly, get a grip on yourself. It's all a dream. Just a very intense dream. (stops a car that's driving by) Woah, hey, listen, you gotta help me.
Woman: Don't stop, Wilbert, drive.
(They quickly drive off.)
Marty: Can't be. This is nuts. Aw, c'mon.
(Hill Valley)
(Marty wanders around and spots another Election Van driving around.)
Election Van: Remember, fellas, the future is in your hands. If you believe in progress, re-elect Mayor Red Thomas, progress is his middle name. Mayor Red Thomas's progress platform means more jobs, better education, bigger civic improvements, and lower taxes. On election day, cast your vote for a proven leader, re-elect Mayor Red Thomas...
(A man throws a newspaper away and Marty picks it up and sees the date as November 5th, 1955.)
Marty: This has gotta be a dream.
(He spots a coffee shop and goes in.)
(Coffee Shop)
Lou: Hey kid, what you do, jump ship?
Marty: What?
Lou: What's with the life preserver?
(Marty looks down at his jacket vest.)
Marty: I just wanna use the phone.
Lou: Yeah, it's in the back.
Marty: (goes and looks through the white pages in the phone book) Brown, Brown, Brown, Brown, Brown, great, you're alive. (He tries calling but there's no answer. So he goes over to the bar.) Do you know where 1640 Riverside…
Lou: Are you gonna order something, kid?
Marty: Yeah, gimme a Tab.
Lou: Tab? I can't give you a tab unless you order something.
Marty: Right, gimme a Pepsi free.
Lou: You wanna a Pepsi, pal, you're gonna pay for it.
Marty: Well just gimme something without any sugar in it, okay?
Lou: Without any sugar.
(He gives Marty a cup of coffee and takes the money. Suddenly a younger Biff Tannen walks in.)
Biff: Hey Mc
Fly, what do you think you're doing.
(Marty turns, thinking they're talking to him.)
Marty: Biff.
(Biff ignores Marty and continues talking to the guy next to him.)
Biff: Hey I'm talking to you, Mc
Fly, you Irish bug.
(Marty looks over and there sits his father.)
George: Oh hey, Biff, hey, guys, how are you doing?
Biff: Yeah, you got my homework finished, Mc
George: Uh, well, actually, I figured since it wasn't due till Monday…
Biff: Hello, hello, anybody home? Think, Mc
Fly, think. I gotta have time to recopy it. Do your realize what would happen if I hand in my homework in your handwriting? I'd get kicked out of school. You wouldn't want that to happen would you, would you?
George: Now, of course not, Biff, now, I wouldn't want that to happen.
Biff: Uh, no, no, no, no. (Notices that Marty is watching them.) What are you looking at, butt-head?
Guy 1: Hey Biff, check out this guy's life preserver, dork thinks he's gonna drown.
Biff: Yeah, well, how about my homework, Mc
George: Uh, well, okay Biff, uh, I'll finish that on up tonight and I'll bring it over first thing tomorrow morning.
Biff: Hey not too early I sleep in Sunday's, hey Mc
Fly, you're shoe's untied, don't be so gullible, Mc
George: Okay.
Biff: I don't wanna see you in here again.
George: Yeah, alright, bye-bye. (goes back to eating his cereal, but sees Marty still watching him.) What?
Marty: You're George Mc
George: Yeah, who are you?
Goldie: Say, why do you let those boys push you around like that?
George: Well, they're bigger than me.
Goldie: Stand tall, boy, have some respect for yourself. Don't you know that if you let people walk all over you know, they'll be walking all over you for the rest of your life? Listen to me, do you think I'm gonna spend the rest of my life in this slop house?
Lou: Watch it, Goldie.
Goldie: No sir, I'm gonna make something out of myself, I'm going to night school and one day I'm gonna be somebody.
Marty: That's right, he's gonna be mayor.
Goldie: Yeah, I'm…mayor. Now that's a good idea. I could run for mayor.
Lou: A colored mayor, that'll be the day.
Goldie: You wait and see, Mr. Caruthers, I will be mayor and I'll be the most powerful mayor in the history of Hill Valley, and I'm gonna clean up this town.
Lou: Good, you could start by sweeping the floor.
Goldie: Mayor Goldie Wilson, I like the sound of that.
(Marty smiles at that, and turns back to talk to George, but he's gone. He looks outside and sees George riding off on his bike, and he runs outside.)
Marty: Hey Dad, George, hey, you on the bike.
(Marty spots his dad's bike leaning up against a tree, and looks up to see his father in the tree looking through a pair of binoculars. He looks to see what his father is looking at and sees a half-undressed girl through a bedroom window.)
Marty: He's a peeping tom. (George falls out of the tree and is about to be hit by an oncoming car.) Dad! (Marty shoves him out of the way and gets hit by the car himself.)
Sam: (to George) Hey wait, wait a minute, who are you? (George grabs his bike and rides off.) Stella, another one of these damn kids jumped in front of my car. Come on out here, help me take him in the house.
(Marty jerks awake. He's in a bed in a darkened room. He hears someone moving around.)
Marty: Mom, is that you?
Lorraine: There, there, now, just relax. You've been asleep for almost nine hours now.
Marty: I had a horrible nightmare, dreamed I went back in time, it was terrible.
Lorraine: Well, safe and sound, now, n good old 1955.
Marty: 1955? (he jerks up in bed just as Loraine turns on the light.) You're my mo…you're my mo….
Lorraine: My name's Lorraine. Lorraine Baines.
(She sits down on the opposite bed.)
Marty: Yeah, but you're uh, you're so, you're so thin.
Lorraine: Just relax now Calvin, you've got a big bruise on you're head.
Marty: Ah, where're my pants?
Lorraine: (points) Over there, on my hope chest. I've never seen purple underwear before, Calvin.
Marty: Calvin. Why do you keep calling me Calvin?
Lorraine: Well that's your name, isn't it? Calvin Klein. it's written all over your underwear. Oh, I guess they call you Cal, huh?
Marty: Actually, people call me Marty.
Lorraine: Oh, pleased to meet you, Calvin Marty Klein. (she gets up and goes to sit next to him) Do you mind if I sit here?
Marty: No, fine, no , good, fine, good.
Lorraine: That's a big bruise you have there.
Marty: Ah. (he backs away from her touch and falls off the bed.)
(Lorraine's mother calls out from downstairs.)
Stella: Loraine, are you up there?
Lorraine: God, it's my mother. Put your pants back on.
(She throws his pants to him, and he catches them dropping the blanket in the process. She grins at him before ducking out of the room.)
(A few minutes later Marty is walking down the stairs with Lorraine and her mother.)
Stella: So tell me, Marty, how long have you been in port?
Marty: Excuse me.
Stella: Yeah, I guessed you're a sailor, aren't you, that's why you wear that life preserver.
Marty: Uh, coast guard.
Stella: Sam, here's the young man you hit with your car out there. He's alright, thank god.
Sam: What were you doing in the middle of the street, a kid your age.
Stella: Don't pay any attention to him, he's in one of his moods. Sam, quit fiddling with that thing, come in here to dinner. Now let's see, you already know Lorraine, this is Milton, this is Sally, that's Toby, and over there in the playpen is little baby Joey.
(Marty leans down to talk to Joey.)
Marty: So you're my Uncle Joey. Better get used to these bars, kid.
Stella: Yes, Joey just loves being in his playpen. he cries whenever we take him out so we just leave him in there all the time. Well Marty, I hope you like meatloaf.
Marty: Well, uh, listen, uh, I really…
Lorraine: (jerks Marty down into the chair next to her.) Sit here, Marty.
Stella: Sam, quit fiddling with that thing and come in here and eat your dinner.
(Sam pulls the TV into the doorway of the dining room.)
Sam: Ho ho ho, look at it roll. Now we could watch Jackie Gleason while we eat.
Lorraine: Our first television set, Dad just picked it up today. Do you have a television?
Marty: Well yeah, you know we have two of them.
Milton: Wow, you must be rich.
Stella: Oh honey, he's teasing you, nobody has two television sets.
Marty: Hey, hey, I've seen this one, I've seen this one. This is a classic, this is where Ralph dresses up as the man from space.
Milton: What do you mean you've seen this, it's brand new.
Marty: Yeah well, I saw it on a rerun.
Milton: What's a rerun?
Marty: You'll find out.
Stella: You know Marty, you look so familiar, do I know your mother?
Marty: (glances at Lorraine) Yeah, I think maybe you do.
Stella: Oh, then I wanna give her a call, I don't want her to worry about you.
Marty: You can't, uh, that is, uh, nobody's home.
Stella: Oh.
Marty: Yet.
Stella: Oh.
Marty: Uh listen, do you know where Riverside Drive is?
Sam: It's uh, the other end of town, a block past Maple.
Marty: A block passed Maple, that's John F. Kennedy Drive.
Sam: Who the hell is John F. Kennedy?
Lorraine: Mother, with Marty's parents out of town, don't you think he oughtta spend the night? After all, Dad almost killed him with the car.
Stella: That's true, Marty, I think you should spend the night. I think you're our responsibility.
Marty: Well gee, I don't know.
Lorraine: And he could sleep in my room. (she grabs Marty's thigh under the table.)
Marty: (jumps up) I gotta go, uh, I gotta go. Thanks very much, it was wonderful, you were all great. See you all later, much later. (leaves)
Stella: He's a very strange young man.
Sam: He's an idiot, comes from upbringing, parents were probably idiots too. Lorraine, if you ever have a kid like that, I'll disown you.
(Doc's House)
(Instead of living in his small workshop, Doc now lives in a very large house. Marty knocks on the door. As he turns his back, waiting for Doc to answer the door, the door opens a crack and Doc peaks out. When Marty turns Doc slams the door shut.)
Marty: Doc?
(Doc opens the door fully now. He's got some strange contraption on his head. He pulls Marty into the living room.)
Doc: Don't say a word.
Marty: Doc.
Doc: I don't wanna know your name. I don't wanna know anything, anything about you.
Marty: Listen, Doc.
Doc: Quiet.
Marty: Doc, Doc, it's me, Marty.
Doc: Don't tell me anything.
(Doc puts a suction cup on Marty's forehead.)
Marty: Doc, you gotta help…
Doc: Quiet, quiet. I'm gonna read your thoughts. Let's see now, you've come from a great distance?
Marty: Yeah, exactly.
Doc: Don't tell me. Uh, you want me to buy a subscription to the Saturday Evening Post?
Marty: No.
Doc: Not a word, not a word, not a word now. Quiet, uh, donations, you want me to make a donation to the coast guard youth auxiliary?
Marty: (he pulls the suction cup off his forehead) Doc, I'm from the future. I came here in a time machine that you invented. Now, I need your help to get back to the year 1985.
Doc: (grabs Marty's shoulders) My god, do you know what this means? It means that this damn thing doesn't work at all. (takes off the contraption.)
Marty: Doc, you gotta help me. you were the only one who knows how your time machine works.
Doc: Time machine, I haven't invented any time machine.
Marty: Okay, alright, I'll prove it to you. Look at my driver's license, expires 1987. Look at my birthday, for crying out load I haven't even been born yet. And, look at this picture, my brother, my sister, and me. Look at the sweatshirt, Doc, class of 1984.
(Doc takes the picture with a pair of tongs and looks at it.)
Doc: Pretty Mediocre photographic fakery, they cut off your brother's hair.
(He tosses the photo back at Marty.)
Marty: I'm telling the truth, Doc, you gotta believe me.
Doc: So tell me, future boy, who's president of the United States in 1985?
Marty: Ronald Reagan.
Doc: Ronald Reagan? The actor? Then who's vice president, Jerry Lewis? (he grabs some papers and runs outside towards his workshop) I suppose Jane Wymann is the first lady.
Marty: Whoa, wait, Doc.
Doc: And Jack Benny is secretary of the Treasury.
Marty: Look, you gotta listen to me.
Doc: I got enough practical jokes for one evening. Good night, future boy. (he slams the workshop door in Marty's face.)
Marty: No wait, Doc, the bruise, the bruise on your head, I know how that happened, you told me the whole story. You were standing on your toilet and you were hanging a clock, and you fell, and you hit your head on the sink, and that's when you came up with the idea for the flux capacitor, which makes time travel possible.
(Doc swings the door open and looks at Marty with astonishment.)
(Marty is rewinding the video he shot of the time travel test with 1985 Doc.)
Marty: Something wrong with the starter, so I hid it.
Doc: After I fell off my toilet, I drew this. (He holds up a crude drawing of the flux capacitor.)
Marty: Flux capacitor.
Doc: It works, (laughs), it works. I finally invent something that works.
Marty: Bet your ass it works.
Doc: Well, now we gotta sneak this back into my laboratory, we've gotta get you home.
Marty: Okay Doc, this is it.
(1985 Doc pops up on the screen.)
1985 Doc: Never mind that, never mind that now, never mind that, never mind…
Doc: Why that's me, look at me, I'm an old man.
1985 Doc: Good evening, I'm Doctor Emmet Brown, I'm standing here on the parking lot of…
Doc: Thank god I still got my hair. What on Earth is that thing I'm wearing?
Marty: Well, this is a radiation suit.
Doc: Radiation suit, of course, cause all of the fall out from the atomic wars. This is truly amazing, a portable television studio. No wonder your president has to be an actor, he's gotta look good on television.
Marty: whoa, this is it, this is the part coming up, Doc.
1985 Doc: No no no this sucker's electrical, but I need a nuclear reaction to generate the one point twenty-one gigawatts of electricity…
Doc: What did I just say?
(Marty rewinds the tape and plays it again.)
1985 Doc: No no no this sucker's electrical, but I need a nuclear reaction to generate the one point twenty-one gigawatts of electricity that I need.
Doc: One point twenty-one gigawatts! One point twenty-one gigawatts! Great Scott. (runs out of the workshop.)
Marty: (calling after him) What the hell is a gigawatt?
(Doc is now sitting in an armchair.)
Doc: How could I have been so careless. One point twenty-one gigawatts. (he picks up a photo and starts talking to it.) Tom, how am I gonna generate that kind of power, it can't be done, it can't.
(Marty comes in.)
Marty: Doc, look, all we need is a little plutonium.
Doc: I'm sure that in 1985, plutonium is available at every corner drug store, but in 1955, it's a little hard to come by. Marty, I'm sorry, but I'm afraid you're stuck here.
Marty: Whoa, whoa Doc, stuck here, I can't be stuck here, I got a life in 1985. I got a girl.
Doc: Is she pretty?
Marty: Doc, she's beautiful. She's crazy about me. Look at this, look what she wrote me, Doc. (shows Doc what Jennifer wrote on the back of the Clock Tower flier.) That says it all. Doc, you're my only hope.
Doc: Marty, I'm sorry, but the only power source capable of generating one point twenty-one gigawatts of electricity is a bolt of lightning.
Marty: What did you say?
Doc: A bolt of lightning, unfortunately, you never know when or where it's ever gonna strike.
Marty: We do now.
(He holds out the flier and Doc takes it and reads it.)
Doc: This is it. This is the answer. It says here that a bolt of lightning is gonna strike the clock tower precisely at 10:04 p.m. next Saturday night. If we could somehow harness this bolt of lightning, channel it into the flux capacitor, it just might work. Next Saturday night, we're sending you back to the future.
Marty: Okay, alright, Saturday is good, Saturday's good, I could spend a week in 1955. I could hang out, you could show me around.
Doc: Marty, that's completely out of the question, you must not leave this house. you must not see anybody or talk to anybody. Anything you do could have serious repercussions on future events. Do you understand?
Marty: Yeah, sure, okay.
Doc: Marty, you interacted with anybody else today, besides me?
Marty: (guiltily) Um, yeah well I might have sort of ran into my parents.
Doc: Great Scott. Let me see that photograph again of your brother. (Marty gives it to him) Just as I thought, this proves my theory, look at your brother.
Marty: His head's gone, it's like it's been erased.
Doc: Erased from existence.
(Marty and Doc walk up to the school.)
Marty: Whoa, they really cleaned this place up, looks brand new.
Doc: Now remember, according to my theory you interfered with your parent's first meeting. They don't meet, they don't fall in love, they won't get married and they wont have kids. That's why your older brother's disappeared from that photograph. Your sister will follow and unless you repair the damages, you will be next.
Marty: This sounds pretty heavy.
Doc: Weight has nothing to do with it.
Doc: Which one's your pop?
Marty: That's him.
(Marty points out George who's walking down the hall. He has a 'kick me' sign on his back and guys keep going by and kicking him in the butt.)
George: Okay, okay you guys, oh ha ha ha very funny. Hey you guys are being real mature.
Doc: Maybe you were adopted.
George: Okay, real mature guys. (He drops his books.) Okay, Biff, will you pick up my books?
Strickland: Mc
Marty: That's Strickland. Jesus, didn't that guy ever have hair?
Strickland: Shape up, man. You're a slacker. You wanna be a slacker for the rest of your life?
George: No.
Doc: What did your mother ever see in that kid?
Marty: I don't know, Doc, I guess she felt sorry for him cause her did hit him with the car…(pause)…hit me with the car.
Doc: That's a Florence Nightingale effect. It happens in hospitals when nurses fall in love with their patients. Go to it, kid.
(Marty walks over to George.)
Marty: Hey George, buddy, hey, I've been looking all over for you. You remember me, the guy who saved your life the other day.
George: Yeah.
Marty: Good, there's somebody I'd like you to meet. (he takes George over to where Lorraine is at her locker.) Lorraine.
Lorraine: (surprised) Calvin.
Marty: I'd like you to meet my good friend George Mc
George: (tries to make a move on her) Hi, it's really a pleasure to meet you.
Lorraine: (to Marty) How's your head?
Marty: Well uh, good, fine.
Lorraine: Oh, I've been so worried about you ever since you ran off the other night. Are you okay? (the bell rings) I'm sorry I have to go. (to her friends as she passes by Doc) Isn't he a dream boat?
Marty: Doc, she didn't even look at him.
Doc: This is more serious than I thought. Apparently your mother is amorously infatuated with you instead of your father.
Marty: Whoa, wait a minute, Doc, are you telling me that my mother has got the hots for me?
Doc: Precisely.
Marty: Whoa, this is heavy.
Doc: There's that word again, heavy. Why are things so heavy in the future? Is there a problem with the Earth's gravitational pull?
Marty: What?
Doc: The only way we're gonna get those two to successfully meet is if they're alone together. So you've got to get your father and mother to interact at some sort of social…
Marty: What, well you mean like a date?
Doc: Right.
Marty: What kind of date? I don't know, what do kids do in the fifties?
Doc: Well, they're your parents, you must know them. What are there common interests? What do they like to do together?
Marty: Nothing.
Doc: Look, there's a rhythmic ceremonial ritual coming up.
Marty: Of course, the Enchantment Under The Sea Dance they're supposed to go to this, that's where they kiss for the first time.
Doc: Alright kid, you stick to your father like glue and make sure that he takes her to the dance.
(Marty sits down across from George at a table. George is writing in a notebook.)
Marty: George, buddy. remember that girl I introduced you to, Loraine. What are you writing?
George: Uh, stories, science fiction stories, about visitors coming down to Earth from another planet.
Marty: Get out of town, I didn't know you did anything creative. Ah, let me read some. (he reaches for the notebook, but George jerks it back.)
George: Oh, no no no, I never uh, I never let anybody read my stories.
Marty: Why not?
George: Well, what if they didn't like them, what if they told me I was no good. I guess that would be pretty hard for somebody to understand.
Marty: (thinks about his band audition) Uh no, not hard at all. So anyway, George, now Loraine, she really likes you. She told me to tell you that she wants you to ask her to the Enchantment Under The Sea Dance.
George: Really.
Marty: Oh yeah, all you gotta do is go over there and ask her.
George: What, right here right now in the cafeteria? What is she said no? I don't know if I could take that kind of rejection. Besides, I think she'd rather go with somebody else.
Marty: Who?
George: (points over at Lorraine's table.) Biff.
(Biff is sitting at Lorraine's table, and he's trying to grope her.)
Biff: C'mon, c'mon.
Lorraine: Leave me alone.
Biff: You want it, you know you want it, and you know you want me to give it to you.
Lorraine: (she slaps him) Shut your filthy mouth, I'm not that kind of girl.
Biff: Well maybe you are and you just don't know it yet.
Lorraine: Get your meat hooks off of me.
Marty: You heard her she said get your meat hooks, off, (Biff stands up and he's at least a foot taller than Marty) uh please.
Biff: So what's it to you, butthead. You know you've been looking for a… (spots Strickland over Marty's shoulder) since you're new here, I'm gonna cut you a break, today. So why don't you make like a tree, and get out of here.
(George is walking home and Marty catches up to him.)
Marty: George.
George: Why do you keep following me around?
Marty: Look, George, I'm telling you George, if you do not ask Lorraine to that dance, I'm gonna regret it for the rest of my life.
George: But I can't go to the dance, I'll miss my favorite television program, Science Fiction Theater.
Marty: Yeah but George, Lorraine wants to go with you. Give her a break.
George: Look, I'm just not ready to ask Lorraine out to the dance, and not you, nor anybody else on this planet is gonna make me change my mind.
(He runs inside his house and shuts the door behind him.)
Marty: (to himself) Science Fiction Theater.
(George's Room - Night)
(Marty arrives in his radiation suit and helmet. He places headphones on George's head as he sleeps, and then pops a Van Halen tape into the walkman and presses play. George wakes up with a jerk, holding his head.)
George: Who are you?
(Marty presses play again and George falls silent.)
Marty: Silence Earthling. my name is Darth Vader. I'm am an extra-terrestrial from the planet Vulcan.
(George turns and looks at the cover of a book that's by his head, and the alien looks almost exactly like Marty does in his radiation suit.)
(Gas Station - Day)
(Marty is trying to open up a bottle of Coke. George runs up. He's very disheveled.)
George: Marty. Marty. Marty.
Marty: Hey, George, buddy, you weren't at school, what have you been doing all day?
George: I over slept, look I need your help. I have to ask Loraine out but I don't know how to do it. I have to ask Lorraine out but I don't know how to do it.
Marty: Alright, okay listen, keep your pants on, she's over in the café. God, how do you do this? What made you change your mind, George?
(George takes the bottle of Coke and opens it for Marty. They begin walking over to the Café.)
George: Last night, Darth Vader came down from planet Vulcan. And he told me that if I didn't take Lorraine, that he'd melt my brain.
Marty: Yeah, well uh, lets keep this brain melting stuff to ourselves, okay?
George: Oh, yeah, yeah.
Marty: Alright, okay. Alright, there she is, George. Just go in there and invite her.
George: Okay, but I don't know what to say.
Marty: Just say anything, George, say what ever's natural, the first thing that comes to your mind.
George: Nothing's coming to my mind.
Marty: Jesus, George, it's a wonder I was ever born.
George: What, what?
Marty: Nothing, nothing, nothing, look tell her destiny has brought you together, (George takes out a pad of paper and begins to write this all down.)…tell her that she's the most beautiful you have ever seen. Girls like that stuff. What, what are you doing George?
George: I'm writing this down, this is good stuff.
Marty: Yeah okay.
George: Oh.
Marty: Let's go.
George: Oh.
(Coffee Shop)
(They enter the coffee shop.)
Marty: Will you take care of that?
George: Right. Lou, gimme a milk, chocolate. (he takes a drink and then goes over to Lorraine's table.) Lorraine, my density has popped me to you.
Lorraine: What?
George: Oh, what I meant to day was…
Lorraine: Hey, don't I know you from somewhere?
George: Yes, yes, I'm George, George Mc
Fly, and you're my density. I mean, I'm your destiny.
Lorraine: Oh.
(Biff and his friends walk in.)
Biff: Hey, Mc
Fly, I thought I told you never to come in here. Well it's gonna cost you. How much money you got on you?
George: Well, Biff.
Biff: Alright, punk, now…
Marty: Whoa, whoa, Biff, what's that?
(Marty runs out.)
Lorraine: That's Calvin Klein, oh my god, he's a dream.
(Marty runs over to a kid who's on a scooter.)
Marty: Whoa, whoa, kid, kid, stop, stop, stop, stop.
Kid: Hey.
Marty: I'll get it back to you, alright?
(Marty breaks off the top part of the scooter, leaving a 1955 version of a skateboard. He takes off on it.)
Kid: You broke it. Wow, look at him go.
Biff: Let's get him.
Girl: What's that thing he's on?
Boy: It's a board with wheels.
Lorraine: He's an absolute dream.
(Biff and his friends hop into Biff's car and take off after Marty. They manage to catch up to him. He's on his board right in front of their car. He holds on to the hood since he can't get away.)
Marty: Ah. Whoa.
(Biff spots a manure truck and heads straight for it.)
Biff: I'm gonna ram him.
(Marty manages to get out of the way, and Biff heads straight for the manure truck.)
Biff & his friends: Shit.
(They hit the truck and it dumps a load of manure into the car and onto them. Marty walks over to the kid he borrowed the 'skateboard' from and gives it back to him.)
Marty: Thanks a lot, kid.
Biff: I'm gonna get that son-of-a-bitch.
(Everyone is standing outside of the Coffee Shop talking about what just happened.)
Girlfriend #1: Where does he come from?
Girlfriend #2: Yeah, where does he live?
Lorraine: I don't know, but I'm gonna find out.
(Doc's Workshop)
(Doc is watching the video of 1985 Doc. Marty walks in and sees him.)
1985 Doc: My god, they found me. I don't know how but they found me. Run for it, Marty. My god, they found me. I don't know how but they found me. Run for it, Marty.
Marty: Doc.
Doc: Oh, hi , Marty. I didn't hear you come in. Fascinating device, this video unit.
Marty: Listen, Doc, you know there's something I haven't told you about the night we made that tape.
Doc: Please, Marty, don't tell me, no man should know too much about their own destiny.
Marty: You don't understand.
Doc: I do understand. If I know too much about my own future I could endanger my own existence, just as you endangered yours.
Marty: You're…you're right.
Doc: Let me show you my plan for sending you home. (Walks over to a very nice model of the town of Hill Valley.) Please excuse the crudity of this model, I didn't have time to build it to scale or to paint it.
Marty: Its good.
Doc: Oh, thank you, thank you. Okay now, we run some industrial strength electrical cable from the top of the Clock Tower down to spreading it over the street between two lamp posts. Meanwhile, we out-fitted the vehicle with this big pole and hook which runs directly into the flux-capacitor. At the calculated moment, you start off from down the street driving toward the cable execrating to eighty-eight miles per hour. According to the flyer, at 10:04 PM lightning will strike the Clock Tower sending one point twenty-one gigawatts into the flux-capacitor, sending you back to 1985. Alright now, watch this. You wind up the car and release it, I'll simulate the lightening. Ready, set, release. (Marty releases the car. It races down the main street in the model. When it hits the 'wire' Doc has hooked up it accelerates. It flies off the table in flames and lands in a pile of rags, setting them on fire.) Huhh. (Doc quickly races to put the fire out.)
Marty: You instill me with a lot of confidence, Doc.
Doc: Don't worry, I'll take care of the lightning, you take care of your Pop. By the way, what happened today, did he ask her out?
Marty: Uh, I think so.
Doc: What did she say?
(There's a knock at the door before Marty can answer. Doc goes to see who it is.)
Doc: It's your mom, she's tracked you down. Quick, let's cover the time machine.
(They cover the Delorean with a sheet and Doc opens the door. Lorraine walks in a little nervously until she spots Marty.)
Lorraine: Hi, Marty.
Marty: Uh, Loraine. How did you know I was here?
Lorraine: I followed you.
Marty: Oh, uh, this is my Doc, Uncle, Brown.
Lorraine: Hi.
Marty: Hello.
Lorraine: Marty, this may seem a little forward, but I was wondering if you would ask me to the Enchantment Under The Sea Dance on Saturday.
Marty: Uh, you mean nobody's asked you?
Lorraine: No, not yet.
Marty: What about George?
Lorraine: George Mc
Fly? Oh, he's kinda cute and all, but, well, I think a man should be strong, so he could stand up for himself, and protect the woman he loves. Don't you?
Marty: Yeah.
(Saturday Morning)
(George's Backyard)
(George is hanging up laundry.)
George: I still don't understand, how am I supposed to go to the dance with her, if she's already going to the dance with you.
Marty: Cause, George, she wants to go to the dance with you, she just doesn't know it yet. That's why we got to show her that you, George Mc
Fly, are a fighter. You're somebody who's gonna stand up for yourself, someone who's gonna protect her.
George: Yeah, but I never picked a fight in my entire life.
Marty: Your not gonna be picking a fight, Dad, dad dad daddy-o. You're coming to a rescue, right? Okay, let's go over the plan again. 8:55, where are you gonna be.
George: I'm gonna be at the dance.
Marty: Right, and where am I gonna be?
George: You're gonna be in the car with her.
Marty: Right, okay, so right around 9:00 she's gonna get very angry with me.
George: Why is she gonna get angry with you?
Marty: Well, because George, nice girls get angry when guys take advantage of them.
George: Ho, you mean you're gonna touch her on her…
Marty: No, no, George, look, it's just an act, right? Okay, so 9:00 you're strolling through the parking lot, you see us struggling in the car, you walk up, you open the door and you say…(pause while he waits for George to say something) …your line, George.
George: Oh, uh, hey you, get your damn hands off her. (pause) Do you really think I oughta swear?
Marty: Yes, definitely, god-dammit George, swear. Okay, so now, you come up, you punch me in the stomach, I'm out for the count, right? And you and Loraine live happily ever after.
George: Oh, you make it sound so easy. I just, I wish I wasn't so scared.
Marty: George, there's nothing to be scared of. All it takes is a little self-confidence. You know, if you put your mind to it, you could accomplish anything.
(Saturday Night)
(Main Street)
(Doc and Marty are setting up the Delorean for the trip back to 1985.)
Radio: This Saturday night, mostly clear, with some scattered clouds. Lows in the upper forties.
Doc: Are you sure about this storm?
Marty: When could weathermen predict the weather, let alone the future.
Doc: You know Marty, I'm gonna be very sad to see you go. You've really mad a difference in my life, you've given me something to shoot for. Just knowing, that I'm gonna be around to se 1985, that I'm gonna succeed in this. That I'm gonna have a chance to travel through time. It's going to be really hard waiting 30 years before I could talk to you about everything that's happened in the past few days. I'm really gonna miss you, Marty.
Marty: I'm really gonna miss you. Doc, about the future…
Doc: No, Marty, we've already agreed that having information about the future could be extremely dangerous. Even if your intentions are good, they could backfire drastically. Whatever you've got to tell me I'll find out through the natural course of time.
(Coffee Shop)
(Marty is writing Doc a letter.)
Marty: Dear Doctor Brown, on the night that I go back in time, you will be shot by terrorists. Please take whatever precautions are necessary to prevent this terrible disaster. Your friend, Marty.
(Main Street)
Cop: Evening, Doctor Brown, what's with the wire?
Doc: Oh, just a little weather experiment.
Cop: What you got under here?
Doc: Oh no, don't touch that. That's some new specialized weather sensing equipment.
Cop: You got a permit for that?
Doc: Of course I do. Just a second, let's see if I could find it.
(While Doc isn't looking Marty slips the letter into the pocket of his jacket, then he leaves to pick up Lorraine.)
(School Parking Lot)
(Marty and Lorraine arrive at the dance. Marty's very nervous.)
Marty: Do you mind if we park for a while?
Lorraine: That's a great idea. I'd love to park.
Marty: Huh?
Lorraine: Well, Marty, I'm almost eighteen-years-old, it's not like I've never parked before.
Marty: (shocked) What?
Lorraine: (takes her jacket off, and her dress shows a bit of cleavage) Marty, you seem so nervous, is something wrong?
Marty: (looks away) No no. (looks back to see Lorraine take a drink of alcohol from a flask she had in her purse.) Lorraine, Lorraine, what are you doing?
Lorraine: I swiped it from the old lady's liquor cabinet.
Marty: Yeah well, you shouldn't drink.
Lorraine: Why not?
Marty: Because, you might regret it later in life.
Lorraine: Marty, don't be such a square. Everybody who's anybody drinks.
(He goes to take a drink but spits it out when she lights a cigarette.)
Marty: Jesus, you smoke too?
Lorraine: Marty, you're beginning to sound just like my mother.
(The Dance)
(George is off to the side dancing by himself.)
Marvin Barry: We're gonna take a little break but we'll be back in a while so, don't nobody go no where.
(The Parking Lot)
Lorraine: Marty, why are you so nervous?
Marty: Loraine, have you ever, uh, been in a situation where you know you had to act a certain way but when you got there, you didn't know if you could go through with it?
Lorraine: Oh, you mean how you're supposed to act on a first date.
Marty: Ah well, sort of.
Lorraine: I think I know exactly what you mean.
Marty: You do?
Lorraine: You know what I do in those situations?
Marty: What?
Lorraine: I don't worry. (she leans over and kisses him, then leans back with a weird look on her face.) This is all wrong. I don't know what it is but when I kiss you, it's like kissing my brother. I guess that doesn't make any sense, does it?
Marty: Well, you mean, it makes perfect sense.
Lorraine: Someone's coming.
(Marty thinks it's George, but is surprised when the car door is jerked open and Biff drags him out of the car.)
Biff: You cost three-hundred buck damage to my car, you son-of-a-bitch. And I'm gonna take it out of your ass. Hold him.
Lorraine: Let him go, Biff, you're drunk.
Biff: Well looky what we have here. No no no, you're staying right here with me.
Lorraine: Stop it.
Biff: C'mon.
Lorraine: Stop it.
Biff: C'mon.
Marty: Leave her alone, you bastard.
Biff: You guys, take him in back and I'll be right there. Well c'mon, this ain't no peep show.
(The guys drag Marty off.)
(Back of the Auditorium)
(Biff's guys run up and dump Marty in the trunk of a car.)
Guy 1: Let's put him in there.
Guy 2: Yeah.
Guy 1: That's for messing up my hair.
(They slam the trunk shut and one of the band members gets out of the car.)
Starlighter: What the hell you doing to my car?
Guy 2: Hey beat it, spook, this don't concern you.
Marvin Barry: Who are you calling spook, pecker-wood.
Guy 1: Hey, hey listen guys. Look, I don't wanna mess with no reefer addicts, okay? (they run off)
Marty: (in the trunk) C'mon, open up, let me out of here, Yo.
Marvin Barry: Lorenzo, where're you keys?
Marty: The keys are in the trunk.
Marvin Barry: Say that again.
Marty: I said the keys are in here.
(Parking Lot)
(George runs out to the car where Loraine is and jerks the car door open.)
George: Hey you, get your damn hands off…(sees that it's Bif
F) oh.
Biff: I think you got the wrong car, Mc
Lorraine: George, help me, please.
Biff: Just turn around, Mc
Fly, and walk away. Are you deaf, Mc
Fly? Close the door and beat it.
George: No, Biff, you leave her alone.
Biff: Alright, Mc
Fly, you're asking for it, and now you're gonna get it.
(Biff grabs George's arm and twists it.)
Lorraine: Biff, stop it. Biff, you're breaking his arm. Biff, stop.
(Back of the Auditorium)
Marvin Barry: Give me a hand, Lorenzo. (Pops the trunk open) Ow, dammit, man, I sliced my hand.
(Marty quickly climbs out.)
Marty: Who's are these? (tosses the keys to one of the guys)
Starlighter: Thanks, thanks a lot.
(Parking Lot)
Lorraine: You're gonna break his arm. Biff, leave him alone. Let him go. Let him go.
(Biff shoves her down, and George watches in horror. George then doubles up his fist when Biff isn't looking and when Biff looks back George decks him. Biff falls down and is out cold. George can't believe what he did. Then he holds out a hand to Loraine.)
George: Are you okay?
(Lorraine takes his hand and he helps her up. They walk off into the dance.)
Girlfriend: Who is that guy.
Boyfriend: That's George Mc
Girlfriend: That's George Mc
Marty: Excuse me.
(Main Street)
(The wind picks up and thunder rolls.)
Doc: The storm.
(Back of the Auditorium)
(The guys from the band are still outside trying to figure out what to do since Marvin's hand is busted up.)
Marty: Hey guys, you gotta get back in there and finish the dance.
Starlighter: Hey man, look at Marvin's hand. He can't play with his hands like that, and we can't play without him.
Marty: Yeah well look, Marvin, Marvin, you gotta play. See that's where they kiss for the first time on the dance floor. And if there's no music, they can't dance, and if they can't dance, they can't kiss, and if they can't kiss, they can't fall in love and I'm history.
Marvin Barry: Hey man, the dance is over. Unless you know someone else who could play the guitar.
(The Dance)
(Marty is up on stage with the Band playing the guitar. They're playing '
Earth Angel'.)
Marvin Barry: This is for all you lovers out there.
Lorraine: George, aren't you gonna kiss me?
George: I, I don't know.
(This kid cuts in on George and Loraine. Marty begins to disappear.)
Kid: Scram, Mc
Starlighter: (to Marty) Hey boy, are you alright?
Marty: I can't play.
Lorraine: George. George.
Marty: George.
George: (to kid) Excuse me. (he shoves the kid out of the way and kisses Loraine.)
(Marty comes back and both his brother and sister show up in the picture again.)
Marvin Barry: Yeah man, that was good. Let's do another one.
Marty: Uh, well, I gotta go.
Marvin Barry: C'mon man, let's do something that really cooks.
Marty: Something that really cooks. (to audience) Alright, alright this is an oldie, but uh, it's an oldie where I come from. (to band) Alright guys, let's do some blues riff in b, watch me for the changes, and uh, try and keep up, okay. (they begin to play '
Johnny Be Good')
Boyfriend: Hey George, heard you laid out Biff, nice going.
Girlfriend: George you ever think of running for class president?
(Marvin goes backstage and makes a phone call.)
Marvin Barry: (into phone) John, John, its' your cousin. Your cousin Marvin Barry, you know that new sound you're lookin for, well listen to this.
(Marty finishes the song with a wild guitar solo. Everyone stops dancing and stares at him.)
Marty: I guess you guys aren't ready for that yet. But your kids are gonna love it.
(Side Door)
Marty: Lorraine.
Lorraine: Marty, that was very interesting music.
Marty: Uh, yeah.
Lorraine: I hope you don't mind but George asked if he could take me home.
Marty: Great good, good, Loraine, I had a feeling about you two.
Lorraine: I have a feeling too.
Marty: Listen, I gotta go but I wanted to tell you that it's been educational.
Lorraine: Marty, will we ever see you again?
Marty: I guarantee it.
George: Well, Marty, I want to thank you for all your good advise, I'll never forget it.
Marty: Right, George. Well, good luck you guys. Oh, one other thing, if you guys ever have kids (Lorraine blushes) and one of them when he's eight years old, accidentally sets fire to the living room rug, be easy on him.
George: Okay.
(Marty leaves)
Lorraine: Marty, such a nice name.
(Main Street)
Doc: Damn, where is that kid. Damn. Damn damn. (Marty shows up.) You're late, do you have no concept of time?
Marty: Hey c'mon, I had to change, you think I'm going back in that zoot suit? The old man really came through it worked.
Doc: What?
Marty: He laid out Biff in one punch. I never knew he had it in him. He never stood up to Biff in his life.
Doc: Never?
Marty: No, why, what's a matter?
Doc: Alright, let's set your destination time. This is the exact time you left. I'm gonna send you back at exactly the same time. It's be like you never left. Now, I painted a white line on the street way over there, that's where you start from. I've calculated the distance and wind resistance fresh to active from the moment the lightning strikes, at exactly 7 minutes and 22 seconds. When this alarm goes off you hit the gas.
Marty: Right.
Doc: Well, I guess that's everything.
Marty: Thanks.
Doc: Thank you. In about thirty years.
Marty: I hope so.
Doc: Don't worry. As long as you hit that wire with the connecting hook at precisely 88 miles per hour, the instance the lightning strikes the tower, everything will be fine.
Marty: Right.
(Doc puts his hands in his pockets. He feels the letter and pulls it out. He looks at it then holds it out to Marty.)
Doc: What's the meaning of this.
Marty: You'll find out in thirty years.
Doc: It's about the future, isn't it?
Marty: Wait a minute.
Doc: It's information about the future isn't it. I warned you about this kid. The consequences could be disastrous.
Marty: Now that's a risk you'll have to take you're life depends on it.
Doc: No, I refuse to except the responsibility.
(Doc rips up the letter.)
Marty: In that case, I'll tell you strait out.
(But before Marty can tell Doc what's going to happen in the future lightening strikes a tree and a limb falls down and unplugs the cable that runs from the clock tower to the cable in the middle of the street.)
Doc: Oh, great scott. You get the cable, I'll throw the rope down to you.
Marty: Right, I got it.
Doc: Ahh.
Marty: Doc.
(Doc climbs up to the top of the Clock Tower so they can fix the cable.)
Doc: C'mon, c'mon let's go.
Marty: (ties the rope to the cable) Alright, take it up, go. Doc.
(Doc lifts the cable up. Since Doc is at the top of the Clock Tower he can't hear what Marty is saying.)
Doc: Huh?
Marty: I have to tell you about the future.
Doc: Huh?
Marty: I have to tell you about the future.
(Doc almost falls off the Clock Tower.)
Doc: Ahh.
Marty: On the night I go back in time, you get- Doc.
Doc: Ohh, no.
Marty: No, Doc.
Doc: Look at the time, you've got less than 4 minutes, please hurry.
Marty: Yeah.
(Down the Street)
(Marty reaches the white line, and stops the car. He hops out and attaches the hook to the back of the car and then climbs back into the Delorean.)
Marty: Dammit, Doc, why did you have to tear up that letter? If only I had more time. Wait a minute, I got all the time I want I got a time machine, I'll just go back and warn him. 10 minutes oughta do it. Time-circuits on, flux-capacitor fluxing, engine running, alright. (the car dies) No, no no no no, c'mon c'mon. C'mon c'mon, here we go, this time. Please, please, c'mon. (the car starts. The alarm goes off and Marty floors it.)
(Main Street)
(Doc just manages to get the cables hooked up correctly as the Delorean comes rushing down the street. Just as he gets the cables together the lightening strikes and passes through the cable and he's thrown back.)
Doc: Ahh.
(In the Delorean)
Marty: Doc.
(Main Street)
(Marty hits 88 MPH and disappears into the future.)
Doc: Yeah!!
(Main Street - 1985)
Red: Crazy drunk drivers.
Marty: Wow, ah Red, you look great. Everything looks great. 1:24, I still got time. Oh my god. (the car has died again) No, no not again, c'mon, c'mon. Hey. Libyans.
(Marty takes off running and reaches the Mall just as his other self sees Doc get shot.)
Marty #1: No, bastards.
(The other Marty jumps into the Delorean and takes off.)
Libyan: Go.
(Our Marty watches as the Delorean hits 88 MPH and takes off into the past. He runs over to Doc who is laying, unmoving, on the ground.)
Marty: Doc, Doc. Oh, no. (The Doc sits up behind him. Marty turns and sees that Doc is alive.) You're alive. (Doc pulls down zipper on his jump suit to reveal a bullet proof vest.) Bullet proof vest? How did you know? (Doc pulls out the letter that has been taped back together.) I never got a chance to tell you. What about all that talk about screwing up future events, the space time continuum?
Doc: Well, I figured, what the hell.
(Marty's House)
(Doc has dropped Marty off.)
Marty: About how far ahead are you going?
Doc: About 30 years, it's a nice round number.
Marty: Look me up when you get there, guess I'll be about 47.
Doc: I will.
Marty: Take care.
Doc: You too.
Marty: Alright, good-bye Einy. Oh, watch that re-entry, it's a little bumpy.
Doc: You bet.
(Doc drives off and Marty heads inside his house.)
(The Next Day)
(Marty wakes up in his bed.)
Marty: What a nightmare.
(He gets up and walks into the living room and does a double take. Everything has completely changed. Everything is now upscale. Linda and David are both dressed for work. They're wearing suits.)
Linda: Oh, if Paul calls me tell him I'm working at the boutique late tonight.
David: Linda, first of all, I'm not your answering service. Second of all, somebody named Greg or Craig called you just a little while ago.
Linda: Now which one was it, Greg or Craig?
David: I don't know, I can't keep up with all of your boyfriends.
Marty: What the hell is this?
Linda: Breakfast.
David: What did you sleep in your clothes again last night.
Marty: Yeah, yeah what are you wearing, Dave.
David: Marty, I always wear a suit to the office. You alright?
Marty: Yeah.
(Lorraine and George walk in the back door. Lorraine is skinny and they both look great.)
Lorraine: I think we need a rematch.
George: Oh, oh a rematch, why, were you cheating?
Lorraine: No.
George: Hello.
Lorraine: Good morning.
Marty: Mom, Dad. (he falls over)
Lorraine: Marty, are you alright?
George: Did you hurt your head?
(Marty gets back up.)
Marty: You guys look great. Mom, you look so thin.
Lorraine: Why thank you, Marty. (George walks around her and as he does he pats her on the bottom.) George. Good morning, sleepyhead. Good morning, Dave, Linda.
David: Good morning, Mom.
Linda: Good morning, Mom. Oh, Marty, I almost forgot, Jennifer Parker called.
Lorraine: Oh, I sure like her, Marty, she is such a sweet girl. Isn't tonight the night of the big date?
Marty: What, what, ma?
Lorraine: Well, aren't you going up to the lake tonight, you've been planning it for two weeks.
Marty: Well, ma, we talked about this, we're not gonna go to the lake, the car's wrecked.
George: Wrecked?
David: Wrecked? When did this happen?
George: Quiet down, I'm sure the car is fine.
David: Why am I always the last one to know about these things?
(George goes over and opens the front door to reveal Biff waxing the undamaged car.)
George: See, there's Biff out there waxing it right now. Now, Biff, I wanna make sure that we get two coats of wax this time, not just one.
Biff: Just finishing up the second coat now.
George: Now Biff, don't con me.
Biff: I'm, I'm sorry, Mr. Mc
Fly, I mean, I was just starting on the second coat.
George: That Biff, what a character. (goes back inside) Always trying to get away with something. Been on top of Biff ever since high school. Although, if it wasn't for him…
Loraine: We never would have fallen in love.
George: That's right.
(Suddenly Biff runs in carrying a box.)
Biff: Mr. Mc
Fly, Mr. Mc
Fly, this just arrived, oh hi Marty. I think it's your new book.
Loraine: Ah, honey, your first novel.
George: Like I always told you, if you put your mind to it you could accomplish anything.
Biff: Oh, oh Marty, here's you keys. You're all waxed up, ready for tonight.
Marty: Keys?
(Marty walks out to the garage. He finds a brand new black four by four. Just like the one he was admiring a few days ago. Jennifer walks up.)
Jennifer: How about a ride, Mister?
Marty: Jennifer, oh are you a sight for sore eyes. Let me look at you.
Jennifer: Marty, you're acting like you haven't seen me in a week.
Marty: I haven't.
Jennifer: You okay, is everything alright?
Marty: Aw yeah, everything is great.
(Suddenly there is a flash of light and Doc pulls into the driveway in the Delorean. He hops out and runs over to Marty.)
Doc: Marty you gotta come back with me.
Marty: Where?
Doc: Back to the future.
(Doc goes over to the garbage can and starts digging through it.)
Marty: Wait a minute, what are you doing, Doc?
(Doc holds up some trash.)
Doc: I need fuel. Go ahead, quick, get in the car.
(He begins dumping the trash into Mr. Fusion.)
Marty: No no no, Doc, I just got here, okay, Jennifer's here, we're gonna take the new truck for a spin.
Doc: Well, bring her along. This concerns her too.
Marty: Wait a minute, Doc. What are you talking about? What happens to us in the future? What do we become assholes or something?
Doc: No no no no no, Marty, both you and Jennifer turn out fine. It's your kids, Marty, something has got to be done about your kids.
(They all climb into the car. And Doc backs up into the street.)
Marty: Hey, Doc, we better back up, we don't have enough roads to get up to 88.
Doc: Roads? Where we're going we don't need roads.
(Doc pulls his sunglasses down and hits a button. Suddenly the car is airborne. They take off.

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