BACK TO THE FUTURE

Marty: (Quietly, to Joey) So you're my Uncle Joey. Better get used to these bars, kid.

Stella: (babytalk) Yes, Joey just loves being in his playpen. (normally) He cries whenever we take him out so we just leave him in there all the time. Well Marty, I hope you like meatloaf.

Marty: Well, uh, listen, uh, I really-

Lorraine pulls up a chair next to her place at the table.

Lorraine: Sit here, Marty.

Sam is fiddling with a TV set. Stella calls to him.

Stella: Sam, quit fiddling with that thing and come in here and eat your dinner.

Sam pulls the TV to the table, where everyone can see it.

Sam: Ho ho ho, look at it roll. Now we could watch Jackie Gleason while we eat.

Lorraine: (to Marty) Our first television set, Dad just picked it up today. Do you have a television?

Marty: Well yeah, you know we have two of them.

Milton: (impressed) Wow, you must be rich.

Stella: Oh honey, he's teasing you, nobody has two television sets.

Marty: Hey, hey, I've seen this one, I've seen this one. This is a classic, this is where Ralph dresses up as the man from space.

The others look on at him, confused.

Milton: What do you mean you've seen this, it's brand new!

Marty: Yeah well, I saw it on a rerun.

The family are even more confused!

Milton: What's a rerun?

Marty: You'll find out.

Stella looks at Marty and wonders about something.

Stella: You know Marty, you look so familiar, do I know your mother?

Marty: Yeah, I think maybe you do.

Stella: Oh, then I wanna give her a call, I don't want her to worry about you.

Marty: (quickly) You can't, uh, (covering) that is, uh, nobody's home.

Stella: Oh.

Marty: Yet.

Stella: Oh.

Marty: Uh listen, do you know where Riverside Drive is?

Sam: It's uh, the other end of town, a block past Maple.

Marty: (to himself) A block passed Maple, that's John F Kennedy Drive.

Sam: (confused) Who the hell is John F Kennedy?

Lorraine: Mother, with Marty's parents out of town, don't you think he oughta spend the night? After all, Dad almost killed him with the car.

Stella: That's true, Marty, I think you should spend the night. I think you're our responsibility.

Marty: Well gee, I don't know.

Lorraine: And he could sleep in my room.

Marty: I gotta go, uh, I gotta go. Thanks very much, it was wonderful, you were all great. See you all later, (to himself) much later.

Marty leaves. Stella turns to her husband.

Stella: He's a very strange young man.

Sam: He's an idiot, comes from upbringing, parents were probably idiots too. Lorraine, if you ever have a kid like that, I'll disown you.

Lorraine looks at where Marty was, and smiles to herself.

Cut to 1640 Riverside Drive. It's a huge mansion! At the end of the driveway is the garage, where Doc lives in 1985. Marty knocks on the door. DOC opens it. He's got something on his head - one of his inventions. There's also a plaster on his forehead as a result of the bruise he had after falling off his toilet.

Marty: Doc?

Doc: Don't say a word.

Doc ushers Marty inside and connects the invention to him.

Marty: Doc.

Doc: I don't wanna know your name. I don't wanna know anything about you.

Marty: Listen, Doc.

Doc: Quiet.

Marty: Doc, Doc, it's me, Marty.

Doc: Don't tell me anything.

Marty: Doc, you gotta help...

Doc: Quiet, quiet. I'm gonna read your thoughts. Let's see now, you've come from a great distance?

Marty: Yeah, exactly.

Doc: Don't tell me! Uh, you want me to buy a subscription to the Saturday Evening Post?

Marty: No.

Doc: Not a word, not a word, not a word now. Quiet, uh, donations, you want me to make a donation to the coast guard youth auxiliary?

Marty: Doc, I'm from the future. I came here in a time machine that you invented. Now, I need your help to get back to the year 1985.

Doc is astounded!

Doc: My God, do you know what this means? It means that this damn thing doesn't work at all!

Doc takes his mind reading invention off and puts it away.

Marty: Doc, you gotta help me. You're the only one who knows how your time machine works.

Doc: (muttering) Time machine, I haven't invented any time machine.

Marty: OK, All right, I'll prove it to you.

Marty gets out his wallet and shows it to Doc.

Marty: Look at my driver's license, expires 1987. Look at my birthday, for crying out loud. I haven't even been born yet! And, look at this picture, my brother, my sister, and me.

Marty shows Doc a picture of him, Dave and Linda. Linda is wearing a class of '84 sweatshirt. The top of Dave's head is also missing.

Marty: Look at the sweatshirt, Doc, class of 1984!

Doc: Pretty mediocre photographic fakery, they cut off your brother's hair.

Marty: I'm telling the truth, Doc, you gotta believe me.

Doc: So tell me, Future Boy, who's President of the United States in 1985?

Marty: Ronald Reagan.

Doc: Ronald Reagan, the actor? Then who's Vice President? Jerry Lewis?

During the following Doc leaves his house and goes to his garage with some things. Marty follows him.

Doc: I suppose Jane Wyman is the First Lady.

Marty: Whoa, wait, Doc.

Doc: And Jack Benny is Secretary of the Treasury.

Marty: Look, you gotta listen to me.

Doc: I've had enough practical jokes for one evening. Good night, Future Boy!!

Doc closes the garage door. Marty talks desperately through it to him.

Marty: No wait, Doc, the bruise, the bruise on your head, I know how that happened, you told me the whole story. You were standing on your toilet and you were hanging a clock, and you fell, and you hit your head on the sink, and that's when you came up with the idea for the flux capacitor, which is what makes time travel