dust jacket.
Books had these to protect the covers.
That was before dust-repellent paper.
If you're interested in dust,
we have something from the 1980s...
...called a Dustbuster.
I can't lose.
Up here!
- Doc, what's going on?
- Stand by. I'll park over there.
Yeah, all right.
Hey, right on time.
Flying DeLorean?
I haven't seen one in 30 years.
Sorry. Excuse me. Sorry.
I'm walking here!
I'm walking here!
- What the hell?
- Don't drive trank, low-res scuzzball!
Two of them?
I left him in
a suspended animation kennel.
Einstein never knew I was gone!
Marty!
What in the name
of Sir Isaac H. Newton happened here?
Doc, my kid showed up.
All hell broke loose.
Your kid?
Great Scott, I was afraid of this.
I used it on Jennifer. There wasn't enough
power left to knock your son out for a full hour.
Doc, Doc, look at this!
It's changing.
I was framed!
Yes! Yes, of course!
Because this hoverboard incident
occurred, Griff goes to jail.
Your son won't go with him tonight.
That robbery won't take place!
History, future history,
has been altered, and this is proof!
We've succeeded, not as planned,
but no matter. Let's get Jennifer and go home!
Hi, Einie. Hi, buddy.
What's this?
A souvenir.
"50 years of sports statistics. "
Hardly recreational reading material.
Doc, what's the harm
in bringing back some info on the future?
We could place some bets.
I didn't invent the time machine
for financial gain!
The intent is to gain
a clearer perception of humanity.
Our past, our future,
the pitfalls, the possibilities...
...the perils, and the promise. Perhaps an answer
to that universal question, "Why?"
I'm all for that.
What's wrong with making
a few bucks on the side?
I am going to put this in the trash.
Great Scott!
McFly, Jennifer Jane Parker,
3793 Oakhurst Street...
...Hilldale, age 47.
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.
We got to stop them.
How? Tell them we're time travelers?
They'd have us committed.
She's clean. We take her home.
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.
Let's go and find Jennifer
before she finds herself.
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.
Nothing but a breeding ground
for tranks, lobos, and zipheads.
Yeah, they ought to tear
this whole place down.
Welcome home, Jennifer.
You got a little tranked,
but I think you can walk.
Ma'am, you should reprogram.
It's dangerous in the dark.
Lights on?
Yes. Now, look.
Just take it easy, and you'll be fine.
And be careful in the future.
The future?
Have a nice day, Mrs. McFly.
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?
Mom? Mom, is that you?
I got to get out of here!
Mom!
Mom? Mom, is that you?
Grandma!
Sweetheart!
Hi!
- What happened to Grandpa?
- He threw his back out again.
- How's Granddad's