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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.
This is...
This is heavy-duty, Doc. This is great.
Does it run on regular unleaded gasoline?
Unfortunately, no. It requires something
with a little more kick. Plutonium.
Plutonium. Wait a minute.
Are you telling me
that this sucker is nuclear?
Keep rolling there.
No, this sucker's electrical...
...but I need a nuclear reaction to generate
the 1.21 gigawatts of electricity I need.
You don't just walk into a store
and buy plutonium.
Did you rip that off?
Of course. From a group of Libyans.
They wanted me to build them a bomb.
I took the plutonium and gave them a
bomb casing full of pinball machine parts.
DOC: Come on. Let's get you a radiation suit.
MARTY: Jesus!
[Breathing distorted by suit]
[Sucking]
It's safe now. Everything's lead-lined.
[Suspenseful instrumental music]
DOC: Don't lose those tapes now.
I need that as a record.
Let's put this back here. There we go.
Almost forgot my luggage.
Who knows if they got
cotton underwear in the future.
- I'm allergic to all synthetics.
- The future.
- That's where you're going.
- Right.
25 years. I've always dreamed of seeing
the future, looking beyond my years...
...seeing the progress of mankind.
MARTY: Why not?
I'll also be able to see
who wins the next 25 World Series.
MARTY: Doc.
Look me up when you get there.
Indeed I will. Roll 'em.
[Doc clearing throat]
I, Dr. Emmett Brown...
...am about to embark
on an historic journey.
What am I thinking of?
I almost forgot to bring extra plutonium.
How do I expect to get back?
One pellet, one trip.
I must be out of my mind.
[Einstein barking]
What is it?
[Ominous instrumental music]
My God.
They found me.
I don't know how, but they found me.
DOC: Run for it, Marty!
MARTY: Who?
Who do you think? The Libyans!
[Man shouting in Arabic]
Holy shit!
[Gunshots firing]
I'll draw their fire!
Doc, wait!
[Doc screaming]
No!
Bastards!
[Shouting in Arabic]
[Grunting]
[Gun clicking]
[Swearing in Arabic]
[Grunting]
Go!
[Engine stalling]
Go!
[Tires squealing]
[Engine starting]
[Tires squealing]
[Machine beeping]
[Gunshots firing and ricocheting]
[Shouting]
Come on! Move! Goddamn it!
MARTY: Jesus!
[Dramatic instrumental music]
Holy shit!
Let's see if you bastards can do 90.
[Tires squealing]
[Rumbling over ground]
[Screaming]
[Crashing]
[Chickens clucking]
[Crickets chirping]
[Dog barking distantly]
[Door creaks open]
[Car blinker clicking]
WOMAN: Pa, what is it?
What is it, Pa?
Looks like an airplane without wings.
That ain't no airplane. Look.
[Hydraulics hissing]
[Muffled breathing]
[Screaming]
Don't look!
MARTY: Listen...
[Cows mooing]
Hello.
Excuse me.
Sorry about your barn.
[Gunshot fires]
It's already mutated into human form!
Shoot it!
Take that, you mutated son of a bitch!
[Screaming]
BOY: Wait!
BOY: Shoot it, Pa!
MAN: My pine! Why you...
[Gunshot fires]
MAN: You space bastard! You killed my pine!
[Dramatic instrumental music]
[Tires squealing]
MARTY: Okay, McFly.
Get a grip on yourself. It's all a dream.
Just a very intense dream.
[Brakes squealing]
[Mysterious instrumental music]
[Somber instrumental music]
MARTY: Listen, you got to help me.
WOMAN: Don't stop, Wilbur!
It can't be.
[Machine beeps]
This is nuts.
[Engine stalling]
[Engine stalling]
Come on.
Perfect.
[Machine beeping insistently]
[Mr. Sandman playing]
[Car honking]
[Bell dings]
[Gas attendants speaking]
[Mr. Sandman continuing]
[Boy counting]
[Bell chiming]
ANNOUNCER: Remember,
fellow citizens, the future is in your hands.
If you believe in progress,
re-elect Mayor Red Thomas.
Progress is his middle name.
Mayor Red Thomas' progress platform...
... means more jobs, better education...
... bigger

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