BACK TO THE FUTURE

possible.

Doc opens the door and stares at Marty with amazement. He was telling the truth! Cut to outside the Lyon Estate signs. Doc and Marty are looking at the DeLorean.

Marty: Something wrong with the starter, so I hid it.

Doc: After I fell off my toilet, I drew this.

Doc shows Marty a drawing of the flux capacitor.

Marty: Flux capacitor.

Marty shows Doc the real thing. Doc is amazed.

Doc: It works, ha, ha, ha, ha, it works! I finally invent something that works!

Marty: Bet your ass it works.

Doc: Well, now we gotta sneak this back into my laboratory. We've gotta get you home!

Back at the lab, Marty is plugging the video camera into Doc's TV.

Marty: OK Doc, this is it.

The video starts playing. 1985 DOC starts speaking on the video.

1985 Doc: (on video) Never mind that, never mind that now...

Doc: Why that's me! Look at me, I'm an old man!

1985 Doc: (on video) Good evening, I'm Dr Emmett Brown, I'm standing here on the parking lot of Twin Pines Mall. It's Saturday morning, October 26th 1985.....

Doc: Thank God I still got my hair. What on Earth is that thing I'm wearing?

Marty: Well, that's a radiation suit.

He starts fast-forwarding the video.

Doc: Radiation suit, of course, 'cause of all of the fall out from the atomic wars. This is truly amazing, a portable television studio. No wonder your President has to be an actor, he's gotta look good on television.

Marty: Whoa, this is it, this is the part coming up, Doc.

1985 Doc: (on video) No, no, no, this sucker's electrical, but I need a nuclear reaction to generate the 1.21 gigawatts of electricity...

Doc: What did I just say?

Marty rewinds the tape.

1985 Doc: (on video) No, no, no, this sucker's electrical, but I need a nuclear reaction to generate the 1.21 gigawatts of electricity that I need.

Doc: 1.21 gigawatts? 1.21 gigawatts! Great Scott!

Marty: What the hell is a gigawatt?

Doc runs over to his portraits.

Doc: How could I have been so careless? 1.21 gigawatts! Tom (re: Thomas Edison), how am I gonna generate that kind of power? It can't be done, it can't!

Marty: Doc, look, all we need is a little plutonium!

Doc: (sarcastically) I'm sure that in 1985, plutonium is available at every corner drug store, but in 1955, it's a little hard to come by. Marty, I'm sorry, but I'm afraid you're stuck here.

Marty: Whoa, whoa Doc, stuck here, I can't be stuck here, I got a life in 1985! I got a girl!

Doc: Is she pretty?

Marty: Doc, she's beautiful. She's crazy about me.

Marty gets the flyer out of his pocket.

Marty: Look at this, look what she wrote me, Doc. That says it all. Doc, you're my only hope.

Doc: Marty, I'm sorry, but the only power source capable of generating 1.21 gigawatts of electricity is a bolt of lightning.

Marty realises something!

Marty: What did you say?

Doc: A bolt of lightning, unfortunately, you never know when or where it's ever gonna strike.

Marty shows Doc the flyer.

Marty: We do now.

Cut to Doc examining the flyer. He's walking around, thinking as he talks.

Doc: This is it. This is the answer. It says here that a bolt of lightning is gonna strike the clocktower precisely at 10.04pm next Saturday night. If we could somehow harness this bolt of lightning, channel it into the flux capacitor, it just might work. Next Saturday night, we're sending you back to the future.

Marty: OK, All right, Saturday is good, Saturday's good, I could spend a week in 1955. I could hang out, you could show me around.

Doc: Marty, that's completely out of the question, you must not leave this house. You must not see anybody or talk to anybody. Anything you do could have serious replications on future events. Do you understand?

Marty: Yeah, sure, OK.

Doc: Marty, have you interacted with anybody else today, besides me?

Marty: (mumbling a bit) Um, yeah, well I might have sort of ran into my parents.

Doc: Great Scott! (realises something) Let me see that photograph again of your brother. Just as I thought, this proves my theory, look at your brother.

Now Marty notices that Dave's head is vanishing.

Marty: His head's gone, it's like it's been erased.

Doc: Erased from existence.

NOVEMBER 7, 1955

Hill Valley High School. Doc and Marty walk up to the entrance and go inside. Marty is amazed.

Marty: Whoa, they really cleaned this place up, looks brand new.

Doc: Now remember, according to my theory you interfered with your parents' first meeting. They don't meet, they don't fall in love, they won't get married and they won't have kids. That's why your older brother's disappeared from that photograph. Your sister will follow and unless you repair the damages, you will be next.

Marty: This sounds pretty heavy.

Doc: Weight has nothing to do with it.

Inside the school, Doc and Marty see students walking to lessons. George is one of them. Some boys are behind him.

Doc: Which one's your pop?

Marty: That's him.

Marty points at George, and we cut to see him. The bullies have pinned a Kick me sign on his back, and are doing just that.

George: OK, OK you guys, oh ha, ha, ha, very funny. Hey, you guys are being real mature.

Cut back to Doc.

Doc: Maybe you were adopted.

Cut back to George.

George: OK, real mature guys. OK, Biff, will you pick up my books?

He doesn't do so because MR STRICKLAND arrives. He's still bald, even in 1955!

Strickland: McFly!

Cut to Marty.

Marty: That's Strickland. Jesus, didn't that guy ever have hair?

Cut back to George and Strickland.

Strickland: Shape up, man. You're a slacker. You wanna be a slacker for the rest of your life?

George: No.