[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