money.
Gray's Sports Almanac.
You heard him, girls.
Party's over.
Start talking, kid.
What else do you know about that book?
First you tell me how you got it.
How, where, and when.
All right. Take a seat.
Sit down!
November 12, 1955. That was when.
MARTY: November 12, 1955.
That was the date I went back...
That was the date
of the famous Hill Valley lightning storm.
You know your history. Very good.
BIFF: I'll never forget that Saturday.
I'd picked my car up from the shop
because I'd rolled it in a drag race.
I thought you crashed into a manure truck.
How do you know about that?
My father told me about it.
BIFF: Your father?
Before he died.
Yeah. Right.
So there I was, minding my own business.
This crazy old codger with a cane shows up.
He says he's my distant relative.
I don't see any resemblance.
So he says, "How would you like to be rich?"
So I said, "Sure."
So he lays this book on me.
He says this book will tell me the
outcome of every sporting event this century.
All I have to do is bet on the winner
and I'll never lose.
So I said, "What's the catch?"
He says, "No catch. Just keep it a secret."
After that, he disappeared.
I never saw him again.
He told me one more thing.
He said, "Someday a crazy,
wild-eyed scientist...
"...or a kid may show up
asking about that book.
"And if that ever happens..."
[Cocks hammer]
[Self-satisfied snicker]
Funny. I never thought it would be you.
Biff, you're forgetting one thing.
What the hell is that?
You're dead, you little son of a bitch!
[Suspenseful instrumental music]
[Elevator bell rings]
- There he is!
- Wait, kid!
[Fast-paced instrumental music]
LACKEY: Hurry! There he is!
[Dramatic instrumental flourish]
BIFF: Go ahead, kid. Jump.
A suicide will be nice and neat.
What if I don't?
Lead poisoning.
What about the police, Biff?
They're going to match the bullet with that gun.
Kid, I own the police.
Besides, they couldn't match up
the bullet that killed your old man.
You son of a...
BIFF: I suppose it's poetic justice.
Two McFlys with the same gun.
[Surprised gasp]
Idiot.
[Engine whirring]
What the hell...
Nice job, Doc!
MARTY: You're not going to believe this.
We've got to go back to 1955.
I don't believe it.
[Adventurous instrumental music]
MARTY: That's right, Doc.
November 12, 1955.
Unbelievable that old Biff
could've chosen that particular date.
It could mean that that point in time
contains some cosmic significance...
...as if it were the temporal junction point
of the entire space-time continuum...
...or it could just be
an amazing coincidence.
DOC: Damn! Got to fix that thing.
All right. Time circuits on.
What do you mean, time circuits on?
Doc, we're not going back now.
What about Jennifer? What about Einstein?
We can't leave them.
Don't worry.
Assuming we succeed on our mission...
...this alternate 1985
will be changed into the real 1985...
...instantaneously transforming
around Jennifer and Einie.
Jennifer and Einie will be fine.
They'll have no memory
of this horrible place.
MARTY: Doc.
- What if we don't succeed?
- We must succeed.
[Electrical explosions]
MARTY: This is heavy, Doc.
It's like I was here yesterday.
DOC: You were here yesterday, Marty.
Amazing, isn't it?
Sunrise should be in about 22 minutes.
DOC: You go into town.
Track down young Biff and tail him.
Sometime today, old Biff will show up
to give young Biff the Almanac.
Above all you must not interfere.
Let old Biff believe he's succeeded
so he'll leave 1955...
...and bring the DeLorean to the future.
- Right.
Once old Biff is gone,
grab the Almanac anyway that you can.
- Remember, our futures depend on this.
- You don't have to remind me of that.
DOC: Here's some binoculars
and a walkie-talkie