Fiction Theatre.
Yeah, but Lorraine wants to go with you.
Give her a break.
I'm just not ready
to ask Lorraine out to the dance...
...and not you
or anybody else on this planet...
...is going to make me change my mind.
MARTY: Science Fiction Theatre.
[Muffled breathing]
[Loud rock music plays]
[Stops music]
Who are you?
[Plays music]
[Stops music]
MARTY: [Muffled] Silence, Earthling.
My name is Darth Vader.
I am an extraterrestrial
from the planet Vulcan.
Marty!
[Car honks]
- Marty! Marty!
- George, buddy.
You weren't at school.
What have you been doing?
I overslept. I need your help.
I have to ask Lorraine out,
but I don't know how to do it.
Keep your pants on. She's over in the cafe.
God! How do you...?
MARTY: What made you change your mind?
Last night, Darth Vader came down
from planet Vulcan...
...and told me that if I didn't
take Lorraine out, he'd melt my brain.
Let's just keep this brain-melting stuff
to ourselves, okay?
- Yeah. Yeah.
- All right. There she is.
Just go in there and invite her.
GEORGE: But I don't know what to say.
MARTY: Say anything.
Say whatever's natural,
the first thing that comes into your mind.
Nothing's coming to my mind.
Jesus. It's a wonder I was even born.
- What? What?
- Nothing.
Tell her destiny brought you together.
Tell her she is the most beautiful girl
you have ever seen in the world.
Girls like that stuff.
- What are you doing?
- I'm writing this down. This is good stuff.
- Yeah. Okay. Can you take care of that?
- Right.
[The Wallflower playing]
[People chattering]
Lou, give me a milk.
Chocolate.
GEORGE: Lorraine.
My density...
...has popped me to you.
What?
[Mumbling]
What I meant to say was...
Wait a minute.
Don't I know you from somewhere?
GEORGE: Yes.
Yes. I'm George. George McFly.
I'm your density.
I mean...
...your destiny.
[Sighing]
BIFF: McFly.
[Music stops]
I thought I told you never to come in here.
Well, it's going to cost you.
How much money you got on you?
GEORGE: How much do you want, Biff?
[Biff grunts]
[All gasping]
BIFF: All right, punk.
- Now I'm going to...
- Biff. What's that?
[Biff grunts]
[All gasping]
That's Calvin Klein. My God, he's a dream.
Kid! Kid, stop! Stop!
[Boy protesting]
[Dramatic instrumental music]
MARTY: I'll get it back to you.
BOY: You broke it!
Come back here!
[Cars honking]
Look at him go!
Get him!
[Dramatic instrumental music]
BIFF: To the car! Go!
GIRL: What's that thing he's on?
BOY: A board with wheels.
He's an absolute dream.
THUG 1: Come on, come on!
THUG 2: Look out for the car!
[Shouting]
[Tires squealing]
[Screaming]
[Brakes squealing]
[Woman grunts]
[Tires squealing]
BIFF: I'm going to ram him.
ALL: Shit!
[Brakes squealing]
[Crowd murmuring]
[Exclaiming]
Thanks a lot, kid.
I'm going to get that son of a bitch.
- Where does he come from?
- Yeah, where does he live?
I don't know...
...but I'm going to find out.
[Audio rewinding]
DOC ON TV: My God.
They found me.
I don't know how, but they found me.
Run for it, Marty!
[Audio rewinding]
My God.
They found me.
I don't know how, but they found me.
Run for it, Marty!
Doc?
Hi, Marty. I didn't hear you come in.
Fascinating device, this video unit.
Listen, Doc.
MARTY: I haven't told you about...
DOC: One shouldn't know about his own destiny.
- You don't understand.
- I do.
If I know too much
I endanger my own existence...
...just as you've endangered yours.
You're right.
Let me show you my plan
for sending you home.
Please excuse the crudity of this model.
I didn't have time to build it to scale
or paint it.
- It's good.
- Thank you.
We run industrial-strength electrical cable
from the top of the clock tower...
... down, suspending it over the street
between these two lampposts.
Meanwhile, we've outfitted the time
vehicle with this big