'm going to miss you.
- Doc, about the future...
- No!
We've agreed that information about
the future can be extremely dangerous.
Even if your intentions are good,
it can backfire drastically.
Whatever you've got to tell me I'll find out
through the natural course of time.
"Dear Dr. Brown:
"On the night that I go back in time...
"... you will be...
"... shot by terrorists.
"Please take whatever precautions are
necessary to prevent this terrible disaster.
"Your friend...
"... Marty."
'Evening, Dr. Brown. What's with the wire?
Just a little weather experiment.
- What you got under here?
- No! Don't touch that!
Some new, specialized
weather-sensing equipment.
Got a permit for that?
Of course I do.
DOC: Just a second.
Let me see if I can find it here.
[Playing rock 'n' roll music]
[Music continues faintly]
[Marty sighs]
Do you mind if we...
...park for a while?
That's a great idea. I'd love to park.
I'm almost 18 years old.
It's not like I've never parked before.
What?
Marty, you seem so nervous.
Is something wrong?
No.
No.
[Opening bottle]
Lorraine, what are you doing?
I swiped it from
the old lady's liquor cabinet.
Yeah, well, you shouldn't drink.
- Why not?
- Because you...
You might regret it later in life.
Marty, don't be such a square.
Everybody who's anybody drinks.
Jeez, you smoke too?
You're beginning to sound
just like my mother.
[Jazz song ending]
[Crowd applauding]
We're going to take a little break,
but we'll be back in a while...
... so don't nobody go nowhere.
Marty? Why are you so nervous?
Lorraine...
...have you ever...
...been in a situation where you knew
you had to act a certain way, but when...
...you got there, you didn't know
if you could go through with it?
You mean like how
you're supposed to act on a first date?
Sort of.
I think I know exactly what you mean.
You do?
You know what I do in those situations?
- What?
- I don't worry.
[Marty protesting muffled]
LORRAINE: This is all wrong.
I don't know what it is...
...but when I kiss you, it's like I'm kissing...
...my brother.
I guess that doesn't make any sense,
does it?
Believe me...
...it makes perfect sense.
[Footsteps approaching]
Somebody's coming.
[Marty grunts]
You caused $300 damage to my car,
you son of a bitch...
...and I'm going to take it out of your ass.
Hold him.
Let him go, Biff. You're drunk.
Well, lookee what we have here.
No! Stay right here with me.
Come on, Lorraine.
LORRAINE: Let me go!
MARTY: Leave her alone!
Take him in back. I'll be right there.
Just admit that you want it. Come on.
Well, go on. This ain't no peep show.
[Marty grunts]
[Lorraine and Biff struggling]
[Suspenseful instrumental music]
THUG 1: Hey, let's put him in there.
THUG 2: Yeah!
That's for messing up my hair.
What the hell are you doing to my car?
Hey, beat it, spook.
This don't concern you.
Who you calling spook, peckerwood?
THUG 2: Listen, guys...
...I don't want to mess
with no reefer addicts, okay?
MARVIN: Get home to your mama, boy.
THUG 1: Biff!
THUG 2: Hurry, Biff!
MARTY: [Muffled] Let me out of here!
[Pounding and shouting]
Reginald, where are your keys?
MARTY: [Muffled] The keys are in the trunk.
MARVIN: Say that again?
MARTY: I said, the keys are in here.
LORRAINE: [Muffled] Let me go!
BIFF: [Muffled] Come on!
Hey you, get your damn hands off...
[Sighing]
I think you got the wrong car, McFly.
George, help me! Please!
Just turn around, McFly, and walk away.
LORRAINE: Please, George.
BIFF: Are you deaf?
BIFF: Close the door and beat it.
[Lorraine whimpering]
No, Biff. You leave her alone.
All right, McFly.
You're asking for it...
...and now you're going to get it.
[George groaning]
Stop it!
Biff, you'll break his arm!
[Gasping]
LORRAINE: Biff, no!
MARVIN: Give me a hand here, Reginald.
[Exclaiming]
Damn it, man! I