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eight years old...
...accidentally sets fire
to the living room rug...
...go easy on him.
Okay.
Marty. Such a nice name.
Damn! Where is that kid?
Damn!
Damn! Damn!
DOC: You're late!
Do you have no concept of time?
Hey, come on. I had to change.
Do you think I'm going back
in that zoot suit?
The old man really came through.
It worked.
He laid out Biff in one punch.
I didn't know he had it in him.
He's never stood up to Biff in his life.
- Never?
- No. Why? What's the matter?
All right!
Let's set your destination time.
DOC: This is the exact time you left.
Let's send you back at exactly
the same time.
It'll be like you never left.
Now, I painted a white line
on the street way over there.
That's where you'll start from.
I've calculated the precise distance...
...taking into account
the acceleration speed...
...and wind resistance retroactive
from the moment the lightning strikes...
...which will be in exactly
7 minutes and 22 seconds.
When this alarm goes off, you hit the gas.
Right.
Well, I guess that's everything.
- Thanks.
- Thank you.
DOC: See you in about 30 years.
I hope so.
Don't worry!
As long as you hit that wire...
...with the connecting hook
at precisely 88 miles an hour...
...the instant the lightning
strikes the tower...
DOC: Everything will be fine.
MARTY: Right.
- What's the meaning of this?
- You'll find out in 30 years.
It's about the future, isn't it?
DOC: Information about the future.
MARTY: Wait a minute.
I warned you about this, kid.
The consequences could be disastrous!
Doc, that's a risk
you're going to have to take.
- Your life depends on it!
- No!
I refuse to accept the responsibility.
In that case, I'll tell you straight out.
Great Scott!
You get the cable,
I'll throw the rope down to you.
MARTY: Right! I got it!
Doc!
DOC: Come on, come on. Let's go!
MARTY: All right! Take it up!
Go!
Doc!
I have to tell you about the future.
DOC: What?
MARTY: I have to tell you about the future!
What?
On the night I go back in time you get...
Doc!
Go!
- No, Doc!
- Look at the time!
You've got less than four minutes.
Please, hurry!
DOC: Yeah!
Damn it, Doc!
Why did you have to tear up that letter?
If I only had more time.
Wait a minute. I got all the time I want.
I got a time machine.
I can just go back early and warn him.
Okay. Ten minutes ought to do it.
Okay. Time circuit's on.
Flux capacitor, fluxing.
Engine running. All right.
No. No, no.
Come on. Come on. Not this time.
MARTY: Come on.
Here we go. Here we go.
This time. Come on.
Please. Please. Come on!
Doc.
Crazy drunk driver.
All right. Fred.
You look great. Everything looks great.
1:24.
I still got time. I'm coming, Doc!
No! No, not again!
Come on! Come on!
Libyans.
MARTY: No!
Bastards!
TERRORIST: Go!
MARTY: Doc! Doc!
MARTY: No!
You're alive.
Bulletproof vest?
How did you know?
I never got a chance to tell you.
What about all that talk
about screwing up future events?
The space-time continuum?
Well, I figured, what the hell.
MARTY: So how far ahead are you going?
About 30 years. It's a nice round number.
Look me up when you get there, all right?
Guess I'll be about 47.
I will.
MARTY: Take care.
You, too.
Right. Bye-bye, Einie.
MARTY: And watch that re-entry.
It's a little bumpy.
You bet.

What a nightmare.
LINDA: If Paul calls, tell him I'm working
at the boutique late.
DAVID:
Linda, I'm not your answering service...
...and somebody named Greg or Craig
called you just a little while ago.
LINDA: Which one was it?
DAVID: I can't keep up with your boyfriends.
MARTY: What the hell is this?
Breakfast.
DAVID: Did you sleep in your clothes again?
Yeah. L...
What are you wearing, Dave?
Marty...
...I always wear a suit to the office.
DAVID: You all right?
MARTY: Yeah.
MRS. MCFLY: We need a rematch.
MR. MCFLY: A rematch?
- Why? Were you

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