by Bob Gale
Both clocks - the one in Doc's hands and the one around Einstein's neck - say 1.19.
Marty: Right, check, Doc.
Doc: Good. Have a good trip Einstein, watch your head.
Doc shuts the car door and gets out a remote control for the car. Amongst other things it has a digital speedometer on it.
Marty: You have this thing hooked up to the car?
Doc: Watch this.
Marty: Yeah, OK, got it.
He starts filming. The car starts driving itself - it is being controlled from the remote!
Marty: Jesus!
Marty turns to Doc, inadvertently filming him.
Doc: Not me, the car, the car!
Marty films the car.
Doc: If my calculations are correct, when this baby hits 88 miles per hour, your gonna see some serious shit. Watch this, watch this.
Doc lets go of the lever. The car heads towards him and Marty. Then as it hits 88 miles per hour, it lets off a blue glow and disappears, leaving behind two fire trails which almost hit the feet of Marty and Doc. The licence plate falls off the car and spins around on the ground.
Doc: Ha, what did I tell you, 88 miles per hour! The temporal displacement occurred at exactly 1.20am and zero seconds!
Marty picks up the OUTATIME plate.
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, when the hell are they! Einstein has just become the world's first time traveller! I sent him into the future. 1 minute into the future to be exact. And at exactly 1.21am we should catch 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 DeLorean?
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.....
Doc checks his watch.
Doc: Look out!
The DeLorean reappears. It's steaming. Doc walks over to it and touches it.
Marty: What, what is it hot?
Doc: It's cold, damn cold. (Opens the door) Ha, ha, ha, Einstein, you little devil. Einstein's clock is exactly one minute behind mine, it's still ticking.
Doc's clock says 1.22, Einstein's clock says 1.21. Doc unbuckles Einstein's seatbelt and he runs happily into the van.
Marty: He's all right.
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.
Doc does so. Inside are three panels, each with a different LED display.
Doc: This readout tells you where you're going, this one tells you where you are, this one tells you where you were. You input the destination time on this keypad. Say, you wanna see the signing of the Declaration of Independence...
Doc types in July 4th 1776.
Doc: ...or witness the birth or Christ.
Doc types in December 25th 0000.
Doc: Here's a red-letter date in the history of science, November 5th (surprised) 1955.
Doc types in November 5th 1955 and then realises.
Doc: Yes, of course, November 5th 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 porcelain 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.
Doc shows Marty the this.
Doc: This is what makes time travel possible. The flux capacitor.
Marty: The flux capacitor.
Doc: It's taken me almost 30 years and my entire family fortune to realise 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 notices Marty has let the camera drop.
Doc: Hey, hey, keep rolling, keep rolling there. No, no, no, no, this sucker's electrical. But I need a nuclear reaction to generate the 1.21 gigawatts of electricity that I need.
Marty: Doc, you don't just walk into a store and ask for plutonium! Did you rip this off?
Doc comes to Marty waving off the idea, and then:
Doc: Of course, from a group of Libyan Nationalists. They wanted me to build them a bomb, so I took their plutonium and in turn gave them a shiny bomb case full of used pinball machine parts!
Marty: Jesus.
Doc: Let's get you into a radiation suit, we must prepare to reload.
A few minutes later, Doc has put more plutonium into the DeLorean and Marty is in a radiation suit.
Doc: Safe now, everything's let lined. Don't you lose those tapes now, we'll need a record. Yep, yep. I almost forgot my luggage. Who knows if they've got cotton underwear in the future. I'm allergic to all synthetics.
He puts a suitcase in the DeLorean.
Marty:: The future, that's where you're going?
Doc: That's right, 25 years into the future. I've always dreamed on seeing the future, looking beyond my years, seeing the progress of mankind. I'll also be able to see who wins the next 25 World Series.
Marty: Uh, Doc.
Doc: Huh?
Marty: Uh, look me up when you get there.
Doc: Indeed I will, roll em.
Marty starts filming.
Doc: I, Dr Emmett Brown, am about to embark on an historic journey.
Doc stops and laughs stupidly to himself - a how could I have forgotten? laugh.
Doc: What am I thinking of, I almost forgot to bring some extra plutonium. How did I ever expect to get back, one pellet, one trip! I must be out of my mind!
Einstein starts barking.
Doc: What is it Einie?
Doc looks to the entrance to the mall. A blue and white van pulls in.
Doc: Oh my God, they found me, I don't know how but they found me. Run for it, Marty!
Marty: Who, who?
Doc: Who do you think, the Libyans!
Marty: Holy shit!
The two hide behind the van.
Doc: I'll draw their fire!
Doc fires his pistol at them. It runs out of bullets.
Marty: Doc, wait!
Doc throws his gun down. They shoot him and he falls down on his back, dead.
Marty: No! Bastards!
The Libyans spot Marty and aim for him. Marty turns away, thinking it's the end. However the Libyan's gun is jammed, giving Marty enough time to get into the DeLorean - with the camera - and close the door. He drives off.
Libyan: Go! Go!
The Libyans start to chase Marty. The two vehicles travel around the mall parking lot, getting faster and faster.
Marty: C'mon, more, dammit.
Without realising it, Marty turns on the time circuits.
Marty: Jeez. Holy shit.
He speeds up even more.
Marty: Let's see if you bastards can do 90!
Marty gets up towards 90mph. Just before we hit 88 the camera pans over to the date on the destination panel - it's still November 5th 1955. Doc hasn't changed it yet. The DeLorean then breaks through the time barrier.
NOVEMBER 5, 1955
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ntinuous for Marty audience. Instead of a parking lot, Marty finds himself in a field.
Marty: Argh!
He sees a scarecrow.
Marty: Argh!
He crashes into a barn. In the farmhouse, the lights go on, and a family of four, the PEABODIES, leave their house. There's the Father, Mother, Daughter and son Sherman.
Mrs Peabody: Pa, what is it? What is it, Pa?
Farmer Peabody: Looks like a aeroplane, without wings.
Sherman: That ain't no aeroplane, look!
He shows his family a comic. It's got an alien on it that looks like Marty's radiation suit, and a spaceship that looks a bit like a DeLorean!
Farmer and Mrs Peabody: Ahh!
Farmer Peabody: Children!
The family leave. Marty falls out of the car and pulls back his mask on his radiation suit.
Marty: Listen, whoa. Hello, uh, excuse me. Sorry about your barn.
Sherman and his father are back. With guns.
Sherman: It's already mutated intro human form, shoot it!
Farmer Peabody: Take that you mutated son of a bitch!
Marty gets back into the car and rives off. Farmer Peabody shoots at him. Marty then accidentally runs over one of the two pines at the entrance of the ranch - Twin Pines Ranch.
Farmer Peabody: My pine! Why you...you space bastard, you killed a pine!
Marty is driving down a country road.
Marty: All right, All right, OK McFly, get a grip on yourself. It's all a dream. Just a very intense dream.
A car drives past.
Marty: Whoa, hey, listen, you gotta help me.
Woman in car: Don't stop, Wilbert, drive!
Marty sees something and pulls to a halt. It's Lyon Estates, where he lives in 1985! Only it's just starting to be built. There's a billboard, Lyon Estates, live In The House Of Tomorrow Today!
Marty: Can't be. This is nuts.
Marty tries to start the DeLorean, but it won't start.
Marty: Aw, c'mon.
He hears a bleeping sound. The Plutonium is empty. Marty gets out and takes off the radiation suit. He pushes the DeLorean behind the billboard and walks into town. In the background is a sign, Hill Valley 2 Miles.
Music: Mr Sandman by Four Acres
Courthouse Square. Marty enters it and sees an election van.
Election Van: Remember, fellas, the future is in your hands. If you believe in progress, re-elect Mayor Red Thomas, progress is his middle name. Mayor Red Thomas's progress platform means more jobs, better education, bigger civic improvements, and lower taxes. On Election Day, cast your vote for a proven leader, re-elect Mayor Red Thomas.
Marty walks through the square. There's a grassy park where in 1985 there will be a parking lot. Marty passes a sign: Welcome to Hill Valley. A nice place to live. Please drive carefully. Marty then looks at the clock. It's still working! (It doesn't work in 1985). The clock chimes 9.30am.
Marty: This has gotta be a dream.
Marty enters Lou's Cafe. It's on the site of Lou's Aerobics Suite in 1985. In the cafe are LOU CARRUTHERS, the owner, 17 year old GEORGE MCFLY doing homework (although Marty doesn't yet know it's George) and a young GOLDIE WILSON cleaning up. Lou turns to Marty and comments on his jacket.
Lou: Hey kid, what you do, jump ship?
Marty: What?
Lou: What's with the life preserver?
Marty: I just wanna use the phone.
Lou: Yeah, it's in the back.
Marty is in the back at the 'phone. He's looking through the B section.
Marty: Brown, Brown, Brown, Brown, Brown, great, you're alive.
He's found Brown, Emmett L, scientist. 1640 Riverside Drive. He dials the number, but no answer. Marty's watch beeps, and Lou looks at him strangely. Marty quickly tries to cover it up. Then he hangs up the 'phone and tears the page out of the 'phone book with Doc's name on it. (Note: Marty tears out the right hand page, but it was the left hand one that had Doc's name on! Oops!). Marty goes up to Lou.
Marty: Do you know where 1640 Riverside...
Lou: Are you gonna order something, kid?
Marty: Yeah, gimme a Tab.
Lou: Tab? I can't give you a tab unless you order something.
Marty: Right, gimme a Pepsi free.
Lou: You wanna a Pepsi, pal, you're gonna pay for it.
Marty: Well just gimme something without any sugar in it, OK?
Lou: Without any sugar.
Lou gives him a cup of tea. BIFF TANNEN, 17, and his gang, 3D, SKINHEAD and MATCH, enter the Cafe.
Biff: Hey McFly!
Marty and George (sitting next to him) both turn around.
Biff: What do you think you're doing?
Marty: (realises who it is) Biff?
Biff: Hey I'm talking to you, McFly, you Irish bug.
George: Oh hey, Biff, hey, guys, how are you doing?
Biff: Yeah, you got my homework finished, McFly?
George: Uh, well, actually, I figured since it wasn't due till Monday...
Biff: Hello, hello, anybody home?
Biff taps George on the head.
Biff: Think, McFly, think. I gotta have time to recopy it. Do you realise what would happen if I hand in my homework in your handwriting? I'd get kicked out of school. You wouldn't want that to happen would you, would you?
George: Now, of course not, Biff, now, I wouldn't want that to happen.
Biff: Uh, no, no, no, no.
Biff and his gang notice Marty.
Biff: What are you looking at, butt-head?
Skinhead: Hey Biff, check out this guy's life preserver, dork thinks he's gonna drown.
They turn back to George.
Biff: Yeah, well, how about my homework, McFly?
George: Uh, well, OK Biff, uh, I'll finish that on up tonight and I'll bring it over first thing tomorrow morning.
Biff: Hey not too early I sleep in Sundays. Hey McFly, your shoe's untied.
George looks down.
Biff: Don't be so gullible, McFly.
George: OK.
Biff: I don't wanna see you in here again.
George: Yeah, All right, bye-bye.
Biff and his gang leave. George gets on with Biff's homework, then notices Marty looking at him.
George: What?
Marty: You're George McFly!
George: Yeah, who are you?
Before Marty can answer, GOLDIE WILSON comes over with his mop.
Goldie: Say, why do you let those boys push you around like that?
George: Well, they're bigger than me.
Goldie: Stand tall, boy, have some respect for yourself. Don't you know that if you let people walk all over you know, they'll be walking all over you for the rest of your life? Listen to me, do you think I'm gonna spend the rest of my life in this slop house?
Lou: Watch it, Goldie.
Goldie: No sir, I'm gonna make something out of myself, I'm going to night school and one day I'm gonna be somebody.
Marty: That's right, he's gonna be mayor.
Goldie: Yeah, I'm.....
Goldie realises what Marty just said.
Goldie: .....mayor. Now that's a good idea. I could run for mayor.
Lou: A coloured mayor, that'll be the day.
Goldie: You wait and see, Mr Carruthers, I will be mayor and I'll be the most powerful mayor in the history of Hill Valley, and I'm gonna clean up this town.
Lou: Good, you could start by sweeping the floor.
Goldie: Mayor Goldie Wilson, I like the sound of that.
Marty turns to George, but he's gone. He sees George leaving the Cafe on his bike. Marty runs after him.
Marty: Hey Dad, George, hey, you on the bike!
Marty follows George to a housing estate. He sees George's bike by a tree, and looks up the tree. George is up there, looking into a house with binoculars. He's watching a girl get changed.
Marty: He's a peeping tom!
George falls out of the tree and into the road, just as a car approaches.
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Marty: Dad!
Marty pushes George out of the way, but gets hit himself. He lies unconscious on the road. The car driver, SAM BAINES, a middle-aged man in his late forties/early fifties, gets out of the car to see who he hit. He notices George by the side of the road.
Sam: Hey wait, wait a minute, who are you?
George runs off. Sam turns his attention to Marty.
Sam: Stella! Another one of these damn kids jumped in front of my car! Come on out here, help me take him in the house!
Cut to Marty. He's lying in a bed. Slowly he wakes up and sees a woman sitting next to him. Unknown to Marty, it's his mother, LORRAINE, aged 17!!!
Marty: Mom, is that you?
Lorraine: There, there, now, just relax. You've been asleep for almost 9 hours now.
Marty: I had a horrible nightmare, dreamed I went back in time, it was terrible.
Lorraine: Well, you're safe and sound, now, back in good old 1955.
Marty, now wide awake, sits up suddenly! Lorraine turns on the lights.
Marty: 1955? You're my ma- you're my ma.
Lorraine: My name's Lorraine, Lorraine Baines.
Marty: Yeah, but you're uh, you're so, you're so thin.
Lorraine: Just relax now Calvin, you've got a big bruise on you're head.
Marty lifts up the sheet - his jeans are gone!
Marty: Ah, where're my pants?
Lorraine: Over there, on my hope chest. I've never seen purple underwear before, Calvin.
Marty: Calvin, why do you keep calling me Calvin?
Lorraine: Well that's your name, isn't it? Calvin Klein? It's written all over your underwear.
She tries to pull the sheet up to show him, but he stops her.
Lorraine: Oh, I guess they call you Cal, huh?
Marty: Actually, people call me Marty.
Lorraine: Oh, pleased to meet you, Calvin Marty Klein. Do you mind if I sit here?
Marty: (uneasy) No, fine, no, good, fine, good.
Lorraine: That's a big bruise you have there.
Marty: Ah.
Stella: (o.s) Lorraine, are you up there?
Lorraine: My God, it's my mother. Put your pants back on.
She throws Marty's pants to him. He tries to put them on, but trips. Cut to the dining room. Marty, now fully dressed, walks with Lorraine down the stairs. STELLA BAINES is setting the table.
Stella: So tell me, Marty, how long have you been in port?