plutonium...
...was in fact stolen
from their vault two weeks ago.
A Libyan terrorist group had claimed
responsibility for the alleged theft.
However, officials now attribute
the discrepancy to a simple clerical error.
The FBI, which is investigating the matter,
had no comment.
Doc?
Doc?
Hello! Anybody home?
Einstein, come here, boy.
What's going on? God.
Jesus!
That is disgusting.
Rock 'n' roll.
- Yo.
- Marty, is that you?
Doc. Where are you?
Thank God I've found you. Meet me
at Twin Pines Mall tonight at 1:15.
I made a breakthrough.
I'll need your assistance.
1:15 in the morning?
Doc, what's going on?
- Where you been all week?
- Working.
- Is Einstein with you?
- Yeah, he's right here.
You left your equipment on all week.
My equipment. That reminds me, Marty.
Do not hook up to the amplifier.
There's a slight possibility of overload.
Yeah. I'll keep that in mind.
Good. I'll see you tonight. Don't forget.
- 1:15 a.m., Twin Pines Mall.
- Right.
- Are those my clocks I hear?
- Yeah, it's 8:00.
Perfect! My experiment worked!
They're all exactly 25 minutes slow!
Wait a minute, Doc.
Are you telling me that it's 8:25?
- Precisely.
- Damn!
I'm late for school.
- Jennifer.
- Strickland's looking for you.
If you get caught,
it'll be four tardies in a row.
All right, come on. I think we're safe.
This time it wasn't my fault.
The doc set all his clocks 25 minutes slow.
The doc?
Am I to understand you're still hanging
around with Dr. Emmett Brown, McFly?
Tardy slip for you, Miss Parker.
And one for you, McFly.
I believe that's four in a row.
Let me give you a nickel's worth
of free advice, young man.
This so-called Dr. Brown is dangerous.
He's a real nutcase.
Hang around with him,
you'll end up in big trouble.
Yes, sir.
You got a real attitude problem.
You're a slacker.
You remind me of your father
when he went here. He was a slacker, too.
Can I go now, Mr. Strickland?
Your band is on the roster for
the dance auditions after school today.
Why even bother?
You don't have a chance.
You're too much like your old man.
No McFly ever amounted to anything
in the history of Hill Valley.
Yeah, well, history is going to change.
Next, please.
All right.
We're the Pinheads.
One, two, three.
Okay, that's enough. Thank you, fellas.
Hold it, fellas.
I'm afraid you're just too darn loud.
Next, please.
Next group, please.
Re-elect Mayor Goldie Wilson.
Progress is his middle name.
"Too loud." I can't believe it.
We'll never get a chance
to play in front of anybody.
Marty, one rejection
isn't the end of the world.
I just don't think I'm cut out for music.
But you're really good,
and your audition tape is great.
You've got to send it in
to the record company.
- It's like Doc's always saying.
- I know.
If you put your mind to it,
you can accomplish anything.
That's good advice.
All right. What if I send in the tape
and they don't like it?
What if they say I'm no good?
What if they say, "You got no future"?
I can't take that kind of rejection.
I'm starting to sound like my old man.
- He's not that bad.
- Save the clock tower.
He's letting you borrow the car
tomorrow night.
Check out that 4x4.
- That is hot.
- Back her up.
Someday, Jennifer. Someday.
Wouldn't it be great
to take that truck up to the lake?
Throw a couple of sleeping bags
in the back.
Lie out underneath the stars.
- Stop it.
- What?
Does your mom know?
About tomorrow night?
No, get out of town. My mom thinks
I'm going camping with the guys.
My mother would freak out
if she knew I was going with you.
I'd get the standard lecture about...
...how she never did that stuff
when she was a kid.
Look, I think the woman was born a nun.
She's