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Then I'll call her.
I don't want her to worry about you.
You can't.
That is, nobody's home.
Yet.
Listen.
Do you know where Riverside Drive is?
It's on the other end of town.
A block past Maple. East end of town.
A block past Maple.
That's John F. Kennedy Drive.
Who the hell is John F. Kennedy?
Mother?
With Marty's parents out of town...
...don't you think
he ought to spend the night?
After all,
Dad almost killed him with the car.
That's true, Marty.
I think you should spend the night.
I think you're our responsibility.
- Well, gee, I don't know.
- He can sleep in my room.
I got to go!
Thanks very much. You were all great.
See you all later.
Much later.
He's a very strange young man.
He's an idiot.
Comes from upbringing.
His parents are probably idiots, too.
Lorraine, you ever have a kid
who acts that way, I'll disown you.
Doc?
Don't say a word.
No names. I want
to know nothing about you.
- Listen, Doc--
- Quiet!
Don't tell me anything.
- You got to help--
- Quiet.
I'm going to read your thoughts.
Let's see now.
You come here from a great distance?
- Yeah. Exactly.
- Don't tell me!
You want me to subscribe
to the Saturday Evening Post.
- No.
- Not a word now!
Quiet.
Donations.
You want me to make a donation...
...to the Coast Guard Youth Auxiliary.
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.
My God!
Do you know what this means?
It means that
this damn thing doesn't work at all!
You got to help me. You are the only
one who knows how your time machine works.
Time machine?
I haven't invented any time machine.
Okay. I'll prove it to you.
Look at my driver's license. Expires 1987.
Look at my birthday.
I haven't even been born yet.
And look at this picture.
It's my brother, my sister and me.
Look at her sweatshirt, Doc.
Class of 1984"?
Pretty mediocre photographic fakery.
They cut off your brother's hair.
I'm telling the truth.
You got to believe me.
Then tell me, future boy...
...who's president of the United States
in 1985?
- Ronald Reagan.
- Ronald Reagan? The actor?
Then who's vice president? Jerry Lewis?
- I suppose Jane Wyman is the First Lady.
- Wait, Doc!
And Jack Benny is treasury secretary.
Listen to me.
I've had enough jokes for one evening.
Good night, future boy!
No, wait, Doc.
The bruise on your head.
I know how that happened. You told me.
You were standing on your toilet
hanging a clock...
...and you fell
and hit your head on the sink.
That's when you got the idea
for the flux capacitor which...
...is what makes time travel possible.
There's something wrong with
the starter, so I hid it here.
After I fell off my toilet...
...I drew this.
The flux capacitor.
It works!
It works!
I finally invent something that works!
You bet your ass it works.
We've got to sneak this back
to my laboratory.
We've got to get you home!
This is it.
Never mind that now.
Why, that's me! Look at me!
- I'm an old man!
- I'm Dr. Emmett Brown.
I'm in the Twin Pines Mall parking lot.
Thank God, I've still got my hair.
What's this thing I'm wearing?
This is a radiation suit.
Radiation suit?
Of course. 'Cause of all the fallout
from the atomic wars.
This is truly amazing.
A portable television studio.
No wonder your president has to be
an actor. He has to look good on TV.
This is the part coming up.
This sucker's electrical but I need a nuclear
reaction to generate the 1.21 gigawatts...
What did I just say?
...this sucker's electrical,
but I need a nuclear reaction...
- ...to generate the 1.21 gigawatts of...
- 1.21 gigawatts!
1.21 gigawatts.
Great Scott!
What the hell is a gigawatt?
How could I have been so careless?
1.21 gigawatts!
Tom, how am I going to generate
that kind of power?
It can't be done, can it?
Doc, look.
All we need is a little

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