SR: Here's my card.
Scan it. I'm in.
NEEDLES: Thanks, McFly.
I'll see you at the plant tomorrow.
Shit.
McFly!
MARTY SR: Fujitsu-san.
McFly...
... I was monitoring that
scan you just interfaced.
You are terminated!
Terminated. No! It wasn't my fault, sir.
- Needles was behind it.
- And you cooperated.
It was a sting operation.
I was setting him up.
Read my fax!
MARTY SR: No! Please! I cannot be fired.
I'm fired.
MARTY SR: This is heavy.
What am I going to tell Jennifer?
DOC: Jennifer. Jennifer.
Doc. Am I glad to see you.
Go out the front door. I'll meet you there.
But it doesn't open. There's no doorknob.
Press your thumb to the plate.
What plate?
[Out-of-tune strumming]
LORRAINE: What does this fax mean?
MARTY SR: Mom. It's a joke,
an office joke. It's a joke fax.
LORRAINE: I heard you yell.
MARTY SR: Calm down. I wasn't yelling.
Needles and I were just joking.
DOOR: Welcome home, Jennifer.
MARTY SR: Lost my job, Mom?
Get out of town.
- I'm young!
- I'm old!
DOC: Marty! Marty!
Marty, come quick! Quick!
[Cane snaps]
[Painful groaning]
DOC: She encountered her older self
and went into shock.
She'll be fine.
Let's get her back to 1985.
DOC: Then I'll destroy the time machine.
MARTY: Destroy it?
What about that stuff
about humanity and where we're going?
DOC: The risks are too great,
as this incident proves.
And I was behaving responsibly.
Imagine if the time machine
fell into the wrong hands?
[Painful scream]
DOC: My only regret...
... is that I'll never get a chance
to visit my favorite historical era...
... the Old West.
But time traveling is just too dangerous.
Better that I devote myself to study...
...the other great mystery of the universe:
Women.
DOC: Marty, Einie, brace yourselves
for temporal displacement.
[Electrical explosion]
Did we make it?
Are we back?
[Airplane jet exhaust]
We're back.
[Tires screeching]
Let's put her in the swing.
You can return in your truck and wake her.
DOC: When she awakens here
in her own house...
...you can convince her it was a dream.
MARTY: We're just leaving her here?
Disorientation will help convince her
it was a dream.
How long will she be out?
DOC: I'm not quite sure.
She received quite a shock.
Could be a few minutes,
probably a couple of hours.
- You better bring smelling salts.
- You're the doc, Doc.
Come on. Let's go, Einie.
DOC: Don't worry. She'll be fine.
I don't remember bars
being on these windows.
DOC: If you need me,
I'll be in my lab dismantling this thing.
MARTY: Right.
What the hell?
[Hysterical screaming]
MARTY: Wait a minute.
What are you doing in my room?
- Rape! Mom!
- Okay. Okay.
GIRL: Dad, help!
DAD: Freeze, sucker!
- I don't want any trouble.
- You got trouble now, you piece of trash.
DAD: What are you doing here?
MARTY: I'm in the wrong house.
DAD: You got that right, you son of a...
- Look. I made a mistake.
- Damned right you made a mistake!
DAD: I'm going to tear your ass up!
That's right. You keep running, sucker!
Tell that realty company that I ain't selling!
We won't be terrorized!
[Apprehensive instrumental music]
[Distant gunshots and screaming]
[Dog howling]
[Foreboding instrumental music]
[Police sirens approaching]
This has got to be the wrong year.
[Helicopter patrolling overhead]
MARTY: 1985?
MARTY: It can't be.
STRICKLAND: Drop it.
So you're the son of a bitch
who's been stealing my papers.
Mr. Strickland.
MARTY: Mr. Strickland. It's me, sir. Marty.
STRICKLAND: Who?
Martin McFly.
Don't you know me from school?
I've never seen you before in my life,
but you look like a slacker.
Yeah, that's right. I am a slacker.
- You gave me detention last week.
- The school burned down six years ago.
You have three seconds to get off my porch
with your nuts intact.