Back to the Future Page #2

your mom for me.

George:
I know what you're gonna say, son, and you're right, you're

right, But Biff just happens

to be my supervisor, and I'm afraid I'm not very good at confrontations.

Marty:
The car, Dad, I mean He wrecked it, totaled it. I needed that car

tomorrow night, Dad, I

mean do you have any idea how important this was, do you have any clue?

George:
I know, and all I could say is I'm sorry.

George:
Believe me, Marty, you're better off not having to worry about

all the aggravation and

headaches of playing at that dance.

David:
He's absolutely right, Marty. the last thing you need is

headaches.

Lorraine:
Kids, we're gonna have to eat this cake by ourselves, Uncle

Joey didn't make parole

again. I think it would be nice, if you all dropped him a line.

Marty:
Uncle Jailbird Joey?

David:
He's your brother, Mom.

Linda:
Yeah, I think it's a major embarrassment having an uncle in

prison.

Loraine:
We all make mistakes in life, children

David:
God dammit, I'm late.

Lorraine:
David, watch your mouth. You come here and kiss your mother

before you go, come

here.

David:
C'mon, Mom, make it fast, I'll miss my bus. Hey see you tonight,

Pop. Woo, time to

change that oil.

Linda:
Hey Marty, I'm not your answering service, but you're outside

pouting about the car,

Jennifer Parker called you twice.

Lorraine:
I don't like her, Marty. Any girl who calls a boy is just

asking for trouble.

Linda:
Oh Mom, there's nothing wrong with calling a boy.

Lorraine:
I think it's terrible. Girls chasing boys. When I was your age

I never chased a boy, or

called a boy, or sat in a parked car with a boy.

Linda:
Then how am I supposed to ever meet anybody.

Lorraine:
Well, it will just happen. Like the way I met your father.

Linda:
That was so stupid, Grandpa hit him with the car.

Lorraine:
It was meant to be. Anyway, if Grandpa hadn't hit him, then

none of you would have

been born.

Linda:
Yeah, well, I still don't understand what Dad was doing in the

middle of the street.

Lorraine:
What was it, George, bird watching?

George:
What Lorraine, what?

Lorraine:
Anyway, Grandpa hit him with the car and brought him into the

house. He seemed

so helpless, like a little lost puppy, my heart just went out for him.

Linda:
Yeah Mom, we know, you've told us this story a million times. You

felt sorry for him so

you decided to go with him to The Fish Under The Sea Dance.

Lorraine:
No, it was The Enchantment Under The Sea Dance. Our first

date. It was the night

of that terrible thunderstorm, remember George? Your father kissed me

for the very first time

on that dance floor. It was then I realized I was going to spend the

rest of my life with him.

Marty:
Hello.

Doc:
Marty, you didn't fall asleep, did you?

Marty:
Uh Doc, uh no. No, don't be silly.

Doc:
Listen, this is very important, I forgot my video camera, could you

stop by my place and

pick it up on your way to the mall?

Marty:
Um, yeah, I'm on my way.

Marty:
Einstein, hey Einstein, where's the Doc, boy, huh? Doc

Doc:
Marty, you made it.

Marty:
Yeah.

Doc:
Welcome to my latest experiment. It's the one I've been waiting for

all my life.

Marty:
Um, well it's a deloreon, right?

Doc:
Bare with me, Marty, all of your questions will be answered. Roll

tape, we'll proceed.

Marty:
Doc, is that a de-

Doc:
Never mind that now, never mind that now.

Marty:
Alright, I'm ready.

Doc:
Good evening, I'm Doctor Emmett Brown. I'm standing on the parking

lot of Twin Pines

Mall. It's Saturday morning, October 26, 1985, 1:18 a.m. and this is

temporal experiment

number one. C'mon, Einy, hey hey boy, get in there, that a boy, in you

go, get down, that's it.

Marty:
Whoa, whoa, okay.

Doc:
Please note that Einstein's clock is in complete synchronization

with my control watch.

Marty:
Right check, Doc.

Doc:
Good. Have a good trip Einstein, watch your head.

Marty:
You have this thing hooked up to the car?

Doc:
Watch this. Not me, the car, the car. My calculations are correct,

when this baby hits

eighty-eight miles per hour, your gonna see some serious sh*t. Watch

this, watch this. Ha,

what did I tell you, eighty-eight miles per hour. The temporal

displacement occurred at exactly

1:
20 a.m. and zero seconds.

Marty:
Hot, Jesus Christ, Doc. Jesus Christ, Doc, you disintegrated

Einstein.

Doc:
Calm down, Marty, I didn't disintegrate anything. The molecular

structure of Einstein and

the car are completely intact.

Marty:
Where the hell are they.

Doc:
The appropriate question is, weren't the hell are they. Einstein

has just become the

world's first time traveler. I sent him into the future. One minute into

the future to be exact.

And at exactly 1:21 a.m. we should cat h up with him and the time

machine.

Marty:
Wait a minute, wait a minute, Doc, are you telling me that you

built a time machine out of

a deloreon.

Doc:
The way I see it, if you're gonna build a time machine into a car

why not do it with some

style. Besides, the stainless, steel construction made the flux

dispersal- look out.

Marty:
What, what is it hot?

Doc:
It's cold, damn cold. Ha, ha, ha, Einstein, you little devil.

Einstein's clock is exactly one

minute behind mine, it's still ticking.

Marty:
He's alright.

Doc:
He's fine, and he's completely unaware that anything happened. As

far as he's concerned

the trip was instantaneous. That's why Einstein's watch is exactly one

minute behind mine. He

skipped over that minute to instantly arrive at this moment in time.

Come here, I'll show you

how it works. First, you turn the time circuits on. This readout tell

you where you're going, this

one tells you where you are, this one tells you where you were. You

imput the destination time

on this keypad. Say, you wanna see the signing of the declaration of

independence, or witness

the birth or Christ. Here's a red-letter date in the history of science,

November 5, 1955. Yes, of

course, November 5, 1955.

Marty:
What, I don't get what happened.

Doc:
That was the day I invented time travel. I remember it vividly. I

was standing on the edge

of my toilet hanging a clock, the porces was wet, I slipped, hit my head

on the edge of the sink.

And when I came to I had a revelation, a picture, a picture in my head,

a picture of this. This is

what makes time travel possible. The flux capacitor.

Marty:
The flux capacitor.

Doc:
It's taken me almost thirty years and my entire family fortune to

realize the vision of that

day, my god has it been that long. Things have certainly changed around

here. I remember

when this was all farmland as far as the eye could see. Old man Peabody,

owned all of this.

He had this crazy idea about breeding pine trees.

Marty:
This is uh, this is heavy duty, Doc, this is great. Uh, does it

run on regular unleaded

gasoline?

Doc:
Unfortunately no, it requires something with a little more kick,

plutonium.

Marty:
Uh, plutonium, wait a minute, are you telling me that this

sucker's nuclear?

Doc:
Hey, hey, keep rolling, keep rolling there. No, no, no, no, this

sucker's electrical. But I

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