answer
to that universal question, "Why?"
I'm all for that.
What's wrong with making
a few bucks on the side?
DOC: I am going to put this in the trash.
Great Scott!
COP: McFly, Jennifer Jane Parker,
3793 Oakhurst Street...
...Hilldale, age 47.
PARTNER: 47? That's a hell
of a good face-lift!
- What's happening?
- They used her thumbprint to assess her ID.
Since thumbprints never change,
they assume she's the future Jennifer.
MARTY: We got to stop them.
How? Tell them we're time travelers?
They'd have us committed.
COP: She's clean. We take her home.
PARTNER: To Hilldale?
We won't get there before dark.
They're taking her to your future home!
We'll arrive shortly thereafter,
get her, and return to 1985.
I'll see where I live.
See myself as an old man?
No, that could result in... Great Scott!
Jennifer could conceivably encounter
her future self!
The consequences could be disastrous!
- What do you mean?
- I foresee two possibilities.
One, seeing herself 30 years older would
put her into shock, and she'd pass out...
...or two, the encounter
could create a time paradox...
...and cause a chain reaction that would unravel...
...the space-time continuum
and destroy the entire universe!
Granted, that's a worst-case scenario.
The destruction might be localized,
limited to our own galaxy.
Well, that's a relief.
[Jets firing]
Let's go and find Jennifer
before she finds herself.
DOC: The skyway's jammed.
It'll take forever to get there.
And this stays here!
I didn't invent the time machine to win
at gambling, but to travel through time!
I know.
So, Doc Brown invented a time machine.
Hilldale.
COP: Nothing but a breeding ground
for tranks, lobos, and zipheads.
PARTNER: Yeah, they ought to tear
this whole place down.
DOOR: Welcome home, Jennifer.
COP: You got a little tranked,
but I think you can walk.
PARTNER: Ma'am, you should reprogram.
It's dangerous in the dark.
JENNIFER: Lights on?
COP: Yes. Now, look.
COP: Just take it easy, and you'll be fine.
And be careful in the future.
The future?
Have a nice day, Mrs. McFly.
TV: Broadcasting beautiful views
24 hours a day.
You're tuned to the Scenery Channel.
I'm in the future.
I get married in the Chapel O Love?
MARLENE: Mom? Mom, is that you?
JENNIFER: I got to get out of here!
[Doorbell rings]
MARLENE: Mom!
[Doorbell rings]
Mom? Mom, is that you?
MARLENE: Grandma!
LORRAINE: Sweetheart!
Hi!
- What happened to Grandpa?
- He threw his back out again.
- How's Granddad's little pumpkin?
- How did you do that?
GEORGE: Out on the golf course.
LORRAINE: Are your folks home yet?
I brought pizza!
- Who's going to eat all that?
- I will.
Damn this traffic!
Jennifer, old Jennifer gets home around now.
I hope we're not too late.
- What is it? What's the matter, Doc?
- I thought I saw a taxi.
I thought it was following us.
LORRAINE: I can't believe
this window's still broken.
MARLENE: When the repairman
called Daddy a chicken...
... Daddy threw him out of the house.
Now nobody will fix it.
Look how worn out this is.
LORRAINE: Your father's biggest problem
is that he loses all self-control...
... when someone calls him chicken.
How often have we heard it?
"Mom, I can't let him think I'm chicken."
You're right. Well, you're right!
LORRAINE: About 30 years ago, your father
tried to prove he wasn't chicken.
He ended up in an automobile accident.
MARLENE: With the Rolls-Royce?
Automobile accident.
All right, Einie, let's find Jennifer.
MARTY: I live in Hilldale? This is great!
DOC: Stay here, change clothes.
If I need you, I'll holler.
MARTY: I want to check out my house.
DOC: We can't risk you running
into your older self. Einie, let's go.
Hilldale.
MARTY: This is bitchin'.
[Ominous instrumental music]
METER: One, seven, four point five zero.
DRIVER: That will be $174.50.
BIFF: Here.
Be careful in this