Libretto Vocal Book

Book by Music and Lyrics by

Bob Gale Alan Silvestri and Glen Ballard
 Characters

Marty McFly
Doc Brown
George McFly
Lorraine Baines
Goldie Wilson
Biff Tannen
Mr. Strickland
Jennifer Parker

Ensemble

80s Rocker DeLorean Girl #6

B’Boy Asbestos Guy
Jogger #1 Bluebird Motel Staff
Jogger #2 Chamber of Commerce Lady
Tex Cigarette Girl #1
Unhoused Man Cigarette Girl #2
Visor Guy Cigarette Girl #3
Audition Judge #1 D. Jones Guy
Audition Judge #2 DDT Guy
Audition Judge #3 Dr. A. Silvestri
Audition Judge #4 Female Worker
The Pinheads’ Backing Singer Lou’s Cafe Guy
The Pinheads’ Bass Guitarist Lou’s Cafe Waitress
The Pinheads’ Keyboardist Lou Carruthers
The Pinheads’ Saxophonist Mechanic
The Pinheads’ Trumpeter Movie Theater Staff #1
Clocktower Woman Movie Theater Staff #2
Linda McFly Red Thomas
Dave McFly Texaco Guy #1
Uncle Huey Texaco Guy #2
Craig Texaco Guy #3
DeLorean Girl #1 Texaco Guy #4
DeLorean Girl #2 Western Auto Guy
DeLorean Girl #3 Sam Baines
DeLorean Girl #4 Stella Baines
DeLorean Girl #5 Skinhead
Babs Lunch Lady
Betty Student
Cheerleader #1 Teacher
Cheerleader #2 3-D
Cheerleader #3 Slick
Cheerleader #4 Marvin Berry
Janitor Reginald
The Starlighters’ Bassist
The Starlighters’ Pianist
 Musical Numbers

5th A
0. Overture………………………………………………………………………………….………………………………
1. It’s Only A Matter Of Time ………………………………………… MARTY, GOLDIE, ENSEMBLE
2. Pinheads Audition …………………………..…………… MARTY, THE PINHEADS, ENSEMBLE
3. Hello - Is Anybody Home? ……………….… MARTY, GEORGE, LORRAINE, LINDA, DAVE
4. It Works …………………………….……..…… DOC, DELOREAN GIRLS, FEMALE ENSEMBLE

5th B
5. Cake …………………………………………………………………….……………………………… ENSEMBLE
6. Future Boy ………………………………………….…………………….…… MARTY, DOC, ENSEMBLE
7. Something About That Boy …………………………………………………………… LORRAINE, BIFF
8. Put Your Mind To It ……………………………………………….…………………… MARTY, GEORGE

5th C
9. Deep Diving ……………………….……………… MARVIN, THE STARLIGHTERS, ENSEMBLE
10. Earth Angel …………………….… MARVIN, THE STARLIGHTERS, LORRAINE, GEORGE,
ENSEMBLE
11. Johnny B. Goode ………………………………………….…….…… MARTY, THE STARLIGHTERS
12. The Power Of Love …………………………………….… MARTY, THE PINHEADS, JENNIFER,
GOLDIE, ENSEMBLE
13. Bows …………………………………………………………………………………………………… COMPANY
14. Back In Time …………………………..…………………………………… MARTY, DOC, ENSEMBLE
14A. Back In Time (Exit Music) ……………………………………………………………………….……………
5TH A

INT. BROWN’S GARAGE (1985) - DAY

CLOSE ON A TICKING CLOCK, showing 2 minutes to 8.

CAMERA MOVES, exploring, revealing MORE CLOCKS, of all varieties---cuckoo clocks,

digital clocks, a grandfather clock, Felix the Cat with moving eyes...and all of them are
ticking away in DEAD SYNC.

We continue exploring the garage, noting (in no particular

order) a jet engine, a stack of unpaid bills addressed to
"Dr. E. Brown” marked "OVERDUE,” automotive tools,
electronics parts, discarded Burger King wrappers, a video
camera, an unmade army cot.

We go past a CLOCK RADIO--it lights up and comes on.

RADIO ANNOUNCER (V.O.)

...weather for Hill Valley and
vicinity for today, Friday, October
25: partly cloudy with a chance of
drizzles…

Now we come to a COFFEE MAKER with a built-in clock timer. It

too turns on---only there is no coffee pot!

Boiling coffee drips onto an already wet hot plate.

Another timer triggers a TV set-- an A.M. NEWSCAST is in

progress, and the ANCHORWOMAN talks against a slide:
"Plutonium Theft?” with the yellow and purple radiation
'symbol'.

ANCHORWOMAN (ON TV)

...Officials at the Pacific Nuclear
Research Facility have denied the
rumor that a case of missing
plutonium was in fact stolen from
their storehouse two weeks ago. A
 Libyan Terrorist group had claimed
responsibility for the alleged
theft. Officials now attribute the
discrepancy to a simple clerical
error. The FBI, which is still
investigating the matter, had no
comment…

We see a dog dish labeled “Einstein” is dog food

that's been sitting for a while.

Now we hear a key turning in the service door.

A pair of feet in Nike tennis shoes enters.

MARTY (O.S):Hey, Doc? Doc. Hello, anybody home? Einstein, come here, boy. What's
going on?

A skateboard is dropped onto the floor and rolls... under the

army cot, coming to rest against a yellow case with purple
radioactivity symbols, stamped "PLUTONIUM. Property of
Pacific Nuclear Research Facility."

Marty pushes the amplifier into the center of the stage.

Hands connect wires to terminals.

Fingers flip switches, illuminating "Power On" lights on

consoles.

Hands twist rheostats.

Needles on gauges jump to life.

A hand poses in readiness over a set of GUITAR STRINGS, about

to play…

Fingers turn a calibrated knob from "3" to "10."

The kid hits it and there is a TREMENDOUS EXPLOSION from the
speaker which literally blasts the kid off his feet and into
a set of shelves which collapse, covering him with books,
tools, and junk! The blown speaker smokes.

ON THE RUBBLE

as the stunned kid regains his senses and looks around.

He’s MARTY McFLY, 17, dressed in jeans and a jean jacket.

MARTY: Whoa, rock and roll.

As Marty picks himself up, a huge ALARM BELL on the wall

CLANGS. Marty runs over to the PHONE and answers it.

MARTY: Yo!

DOC (V.O. PHONE): Marty, is that you?

MARTY: Hey, hey, Doc, where are you?

DOC (V.O. PHONE): Thank God I found you. Listen,can you meet me at Twin Pines Mall
tonight at 1:15? I've made a major breakthrough, I'll need your assistance.

MARTY: Wait a minute, wait a minute. 1:15 in the morning?

DOC (V.O. PHONE): Yeah.

MARTY: What's going on? Where have you been all week?

DOC (V.O. PHONE): Working.

MARTY: Where's Einstein, is he with you?

DOC (V.O. PHONE): Yeah, he's right here.

MARTY: You know, Doc, you left your equipment on all week.
DOC (V.O. PHONE): My equipment, that reminds me, Marty, you better not hook up to the
amplifier. There's a slight possibility for overload.

MARTY: Yeah, I'll keep that in mind.

DOC (V.O. PHONE): Good, I'll see you tonight. Don't forget, now, 1:15 a.m., Twin Pines
Mall.

MARTY: Right.

Suddenly all of the clocks strike 8:00 at once: chimes,

cuckoos, and digital beeps all toll in a bizarre cacophony.

DOC (V.O. PHONE): Are those my clocks I hear?

MARTY: Yeah, it's 8:00.

DOC (V.O. PHONE): They're late. My experiment worked. They're all exactly twenty-five
minutes slow.

MARTY: (suddenly alarmed) Wait a minute. Wait a minute, Doc. Are you telling me that
it's 8:25?

DOC (V.O. PHONE): Precisely.

MARTY: Dang! I'm late for school!

Marty hangs up. He puts his WALKMAN headphones on, grabs his
backpack and reaches down to retrieve his SKATEBOARD.

Once again we see the Plutonium case...but Marty doesn't.

EXT. BROWN'S GARAGE - DAY

The door opens, Marty throws his skateboard down and hops on.
He hits "PLAY" on the Walkman, and hot rock music kicks in as
MAIN TITLES BEGIN.
 IT’S ONLY A MATTER OF TIME starts playing

MARTY
I'm lookin’ around
There's nothin' here can slow me down
It’s feelin' like my lucky day
Gonna make it and then skate away
I'll be on the radio
They'll know me everywhere I go
It won't be long; they're gonna see
I'll be on MTV

MARTY, (BACKING CHORUS), BOTH

I'll rock my future; a winner not a loser
Nothing anyone can say can make it any other way
I’ve got my future; a player not a cruiser
I’ll be just what I wanna be: rockin' all the way through history
It’s feeling like a new day
Not another instant replay
Gonna finally do it my way (Outlook looking good)
Yeah
A perfect future, for a shakеr and a mover
Every note is in its placе with lots of treble, lots of bass
I'll rock my future; could it be any cooler?
All I gotta do is play; my troubles disappear and go away

GOLDIE WILSON
Elect me, Goldie Wilson, for mayor! My new progress platform means more jobs, lower
taxes and bigger civic improvements!
Vote for me if you want to advance
I'll serve you faithfully if you'll give me a chance
I believe the future will be brighter than before
Hey, when I got started, I was sweeping up the floor
’Cause it's only a matter of time
Till the bells of prosperity chime
We'll be part of a new day
A long overdue day
I'll lead us as we make the climb

COMPANY, (MARTY MCFLY), BOTH

 It's only a matter of time
(I'm breakin' through the fourth wall)
A new paradigm so sublime
(I'm flyin' and I can't fall)
Only a matter of-
It's just a matter of-
Outlook oh so good, yeah

MARTY MCFLY, (BACKING CHORUS), BOTH

Come on now future, let's hit the turbo booster
Buckled up without a care, now you can take it anywhere
Write my future (Write my future)
For Simon and for Schuster
The Tale of How I Came To Be
A rock 'n roll biography, yeah (Woah)

COMPANY, LADIES, MEN, [MARTY MCFLY], ALL

But it's only a matter of time
(Only a matter of time) [Only a matter-]
Yes it's only a matter of-
Only a matter of ti-i-i-ime... [Yeah I know, I'm gettin' outta here]
[The greatest future of all]
What a future, here's his future
It's only a matter of time

EXT. HILL VALLEY HIGH SCHOOL

The front of the school has chipped paint and graffiti on the
walls.

MARTY arrives, hops off the skateboard, kicks it up and runs

up the stairs. An ATTRACTIVE GIRL rushes out toward him.

She's JENNIFER PARKER, 17. The two of them are "an item."

MARTY: Hello, Jennifer.

JENNIFER: Marty, don't go this way. Strickland's looking for you. If you're caught, it'll be
four tardies in a row.
INT. SCHOOL HALLWAY

Jennifer peeks around the corner down the hall.

JENNIFER: Alright, c’mon, I think we're safe.

MARTY: Y’know this time it wasn't my fault. The Doc set all his clocks 25 minutes slow.

VOICE (O.S.): The Doc? Am I to understand that you're still hanging around with Dr.
Emmett Brown, McFly?

They turn: it's MR. STRICKLAND, the stern, no-nonsense

disciplinarian.

STRICKLAND: (hands each of them tardy slip) A tardy slip for you, Miss Parker, and
another for you, McFly, I believe that makes four in a row. Now let me give you a dollar's
worth of free advice, young man. This so-called Dr. Brown is dangerous, he's a real nut
case. You hang around with him, you're going to end up in big trouble.

MARTY: (smiles) Oh yes, sir.

Clearly, Marty's looking forward to that kind of trouble.

STRICKLAND: You've got a real attitude problem, McFly. You're a slacker. You remind me
of your father when he went here---he was a slacker, too.

MARTY: (bored with this) Can I go now, Mr. Strickland?

STRICKLAND: I notice you're on the roster for the dance auditions after school today. Why
even bother, McFly? You don't have a chance. You're too much like your old man. No
McFly ever amounted to anything in the history of Hill Valley.

MARTY: Yeah? Well, history's gonna change.

CUT TO:
INT. SCHOOL GYM - DAY

CLOSE on a sign reading "AUDITIONS - Battle of the Bands."

JENNIFER PARKER, 17, stands at the side of the stage and
gestures with crossed fingers and a hopeful expression.
The object of her attention is MARTY, on stage with his band,
"The Pinheads." Marty acknowledges her.

AUDITION JUDGE: Next, please.

Marty steps forward to address the judges.

MARTY
Two, three- (Instrumental)
Here, thank you
Eh, hello everyone, uh, my name is Marty McFly, er, we are the Pinheads, we'll- let me
share a song... you ready, guys?

MARTY & (PRINCIPAL STRICKLAND), spoken

The power of love is a curious thing
Make-a one man weep, (Hello?)
Make another man sing, ch- (Hello!)

PRINCIPAL STRICKLAND, spoken

Your audition's over, McFly!

MARTY, spoken
Principal Strickland, I don't understand...

PRINCIPAL STRICKLAND, spoken

That song... is crap and I’m afraid you’re too darn loud. Besides, you're a slacker, McFly!
From a whole family of slackers! Face it, you got no future!

Marty and the group stop playing, exchanging bewildered

glances.
CUT TO:

EXT. TOWN SQUARE - DAY

AN ELECTION SOUND VEHICLE wipes the screen, with red white

and blue bunting, proclaiming "RE-ELECT MAYOR 'GOLDIE'
WILSON: HONESTY, DECENCY, INTEGRITY" and a picture of the
incumbent. Mayor Wilson is black, about 50, with a GOLD FRONT
TOOTH. The truck broadcasts a campaign speech by the Mayor.
MARTY and JENNIFER are walking together. She carries her
schoolbooks; he has the skateboard. And he's depressed.

MARTY: I'm too loud. I can't believe it. I'm never gonna get a chance to play in front of
anybody.

JENNIFER: Marty, one rejection isn't the end of the world.

MARTY: Nah, I just don't think I'm cut out for music.

JENNIFER: But you're good, Marty, you're really good. And this audition tape of yours is
great, you gotta send it in to the record company. It's like Doc's always saying.

MARTY: Yeah I know, If you put your mind to it you could accomplish anything.

JENNIFER: That's good advice, Marty.

MARTY: Alright, okay Jennifer. What if I send in the tape and they don't like it. I mean,
what if they say I'm no good. What if they say, "Get out of here, kid, you got no future." I
mean, I just don't think I can take that kind of rejection. Jesus, I'm beginning to sound like
my old man.

JENNIFER: C'mon, he's not that bad. At least he's letting you borrow the car tomorrow
night.

MARTY: Check out that four by four. That is hot. Someday, Jennifer, someday. Wouldn't it
be great to take that truck up to the lake. Throw a couple of sleeping bags in the back. Lie
out under the stars.

JENNIFER: Stop it.

MARTY: What?

JENNIFER: Does your mom know about tomorrow night?

MARTY: No, get out of town, my mom thinks I'm going camping with the guys. Well,
Jennifer, my mother would freak out if she knew I was going up there with you. And I get
this standard lecture about how she never did that kind of stuff when she was a kid. Now
look, I think she was born a mom.
JENNIFER: (flirting) She's just trying to keep you respectable.

MARTY: (flirting back) She's not doing a very good job, is she?

They move closer..

JENNIFER: Terrible…

They’re about to kiss…

CLOCK WOMAN (O.S.): Save the Clock Tower!

Marty and Jennifer turn. A middle-aged CHURCH GROUP TYPE

WOMAN has a donation can and an armful of printed FLYERS.

CLOCK WOMAN: Mayor Wilson is sponsoring an imitative to repair that clock…

She points to the stopped clock on the old courthouse building.

CLOCK WOMAN: 30 years ago, lightning struck that clock tower, and the clock hasn’t run
since. We at the Hill Valley Preservation Society think it should be preserved exactly the
way it is, as part of our history and heritage.

MARTY: Here you go, lady. There's a quarter.

Marty drops a coin into her can and turns toward Jennifer
again---but before he can move closer, the Clock Woman sticks
a flyer in front of his face.

CLOCK WOMAN: Thank you, don't forget to take a flyer.

Marty grabs the flyer out of her hand.

MARTY: (trying to contain his anger) Right.

She moves along to bother someone else.

MARTY: (to Jennifer) Where were we?

JENNIFER: Right about here.

They move closer again as before, about to kiss…

A MAN APPEARS - YELLS HEY. Jennifer turns away.

JENNIFER’S DAD: Jennifer!

JENNIFER: It's my Dad.

MARTY: Right.

JENNIFER: I’ve gotta go.

MARTY: I'll call you tonight.

JENNIFER: I'll be at my grandma's. Here, let me give you the number. Bye.

She writes something down on the back on the clock flyer

handout and gives it to him.

Marty takes it and she hops into the waiting car. Marty
watches it go. Then, looks at the paper Jennifer just gave
him.

INSERT - NOTE

Along with the phone number, she's written "I love you”.

Marty smiles, then looks at the back of it---a reprint of a

newspaper article about the clock tower.

He folds it up and puts it in his pocket, and hops on 'his

skateboard.
CUT TO:

EXT. MCFLY HOME - DUSK

We hear Biff’s laughter from inside the house.

Marty rushes into the house.

INT. MCFLY LIVING ROOM

Marty enters and sees BIFF TANNEN, an intimidating lout of 48, lambasting Marty's
father, GEORGE McFLY, a timid man of 47.

BIFF: I can’t believe you loaned me a car without telling me it had a blind spot. I could
have been killed!

GEORGE: Now, now, Biff, now, I never noticed any blind spot before when I would drive it.
Hi, son.

BIFF: But, what, are you blind, McFly? It 's there! How else can you explain that wreck out
there?

GEORGE: Now, Biff, um, can I assume that your insurance is gonna pay for the damage?

BIFF: My insurance? It's your car. Your insurance should pay for it. Hey, I wanna know
who's gonna pay for this! (indicates his stained suit). I spilled beer all over it when the car
hit me. Who's gonna pay my cleaning bill?

GEORGE: Uh?

BIFF: And where’s my reports?

GEORGE: Uh, well, I haven't finished those up yet, but you know, I figured since they
weren't due till…

BIFF: (knocks on George's head) Hello, hello, anybody home? Think, McFly, think! I've
gotta have time to get'em retyped. Do you realize what would happen if I hand in my
reports in your handwriting? I'll get fired. You wouldn't want that to happen would you?
Would you?

GEORGE: Of course not, Biff, now I wouldn't want that to happen. Now, uh, I'll finish
those reports up tonight and I’ll run them over first thing tomorrow, alright?

BIFF: Hey, not too early, I sleep in on Saturday. (about to leave) Oh, hey, McFly, your
shoe's untied.
GEORGE: (falling for it) Huh?

He looks down and Biff hits him in the chin. Biff laughs loudly.

BIFF: Don't be so gullible, McFly! 47 years old and you haven’t hit puberty! You got the
place fixed up nice, McFly. I have your car towed all the way to your house and all you've
got for me is light beer.

Biff heads toward the door and notices Marty staring at him.

BIFF: What're you lookin' at, butthead? Say hi to your mom for me.

Biff exits. Marty shakes his head and steps over to his
father, outraged. He's about to say something, but George
raises his hands and cuts him off.

HELLO, IS ANYBODY HOME? starts playing

GEORGE
I know what you're going to say,
son, and you're right. You're
right. But Biff just happens to be my
supervisor, and I'm afraid I'm just
not very good at confrontations.

MARTY
My father doesn't have a spine
He grovels, scrapes, and toes the line
Hello
Is anybody home?
Completely lost; a hopeless case
Hey, he'd come in third in a two-man race
Hello
Is anybody home?

GEORGE
(spoken)
Listen Marty, you shouldn't, uh, waste your time auditioning for these silly events. They'll
only bring you rejection and headachеs. Just look at me...
(sung)
 I don't have ambitions
Big dreams of my own
Happy with thе way things are
Just leave me alone
I don't need the headaches too much money brings
Fancy cars, tailored shirts, shiny diamond rings
Don't need the complications
Success is overrated, overstated, overblown
Listen to my mantra:
Just leave me alone…

MARTY
Is anybody home?

DAVE (spoken)
He's right Marty, the last thing you need is headaches

MARTY (spoken)
Right, big brother. Like standing behind a burger counter makes you an expert on life,
huh?

DAVE
I'm the man, oh yes I am
I got this thing wired
Have you heard, ten billion served?
Gets me so inspired
Salty satisfaction
Saturated fat
All I ever have to say:
"You want fries with that?"
Woah
I'm a man in uniform
Arches on my hat
And all I ever have to say:
"You want fries with that?"

LINDA
Give me back my Prince CD!

DAVE
 "You want fries with that?"

LINDA
And my Walkman if you please!

DAVE
"You want fries with that?"
The answer is a question; music to their ears
They'll all come back; it's just a fact
"You want fries with that?"

LINDA (spoken)
Hey, Marty?

MARTY, (spoken)
Yeah, sis?

LINDA (spoken)
I am not your answering service. Jennifer Parker called you... twice!

LORRAINE
Marty, I don't like her. Any girl who calls up a boy is just asking for trouble!

LINDA (spoken)
Oh, mom, there's nothing wrong with calling a boy!

LORRAINE (spoken)
I think it's terrible, girls chasing boys. When I was your age I never chased a boy, or kissed
a boy, or sat in a parked car with a boy!

LINDA (spoken)
Then how am I supposed to meet anybody?

LORRAINE (spoken)
Well, when the time is right, it'll just happen

LINDA (sung)
She tells me it'll happen
That the sun will rise and the stars will shine
All I ever seem to do
 Is sit around and wait
I just wanna date
She says she never called a boy
Or chased a boy, even kissed a boy. Ugh!
What does she expect from me
'Cause she can't relate?
I just wanna, I just wanna, I just wanna date!

LORRAINE (spoken)
Patience, Linda, it'll just happen, like the way I met your father

LINDA (spoken)
Oh, that was so stupid! He fell out of a tree in front of your house!

LORRAINE (spoken)
It was meant to be...

LORRAINE (sung)
When life flows by so beautifully
With perfect friends and family
When love falls on you from a tree
Well, that's meant to be

MARTY, GEORGE, DAVE, LINDA

Know it's meant to be

LORRAINE
You look around and you start to see
That you're living out your fantasy
It starts to feel like destiny
Like it's meant to be

ALL
Know it's meant to, you were sent to, must be meant to be

LORRAINE (spoken)
Anyway, Grandpa found your father lying in the street and brought him into the house. My
heart just went out to him. So we went to the Enchantment Under the Sea dance, our first
date. He kissed me for the first time on that dance floor
 LORRAINE
There was something about that boy...

MARTY
Hello
Is anybody home?

LORRAINE
There was something about that boy...

MARTY
Hello, hello, hello?
And now the walls just keep closing in
And I don't know if I'll ever win
It's just the same as it's always been
"No go! Hello? Too slow! Hello?!"

DAVE, (LINDA), GEORGE, MARTY, LORRAINE

Hello? (Hello?)
Don't need the complications
"Do you want fries with that?" Aaah! (Hello?!)
Or pressure situations (I just wanna date!)
Know it's meant to be! Hello?! (Hello?!)
Is anybody home?

ALL
Hello? Hello?! Hello?!? Hello?!?! Hello?!?!?

CUT TO:
INT. MARTY'S BEDROOM - NIGHT

Now Marty's CORDLESS PHONE beeps. Marty stirs and answers it.

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.

EXT. TWIN PINES MALL PARKING LOT - NIGHT

Lit entrance sign, depicting 2 PINE TREES IN A ROW with

"TWIN PINES MALL” in lettering below(along with a digital
clock at 1:18) to pick up MARTY on his skateboard with
WALKMAN AND VIDEO CAMERA. Marty skateboards
around a corner of the mall and sees

AN OVERSIZED STEP-VAN with a drop down tailgate (like a ramp)

all by itself on the vast, sodiumvapor lit parking lot. It's
beat up, and has lettered on the side, "DR. E. BROWN
ENTERPRISES - 24 HOUR SCIENTIFIC SERVICE.”

A large DOG sits patiently beside it. The animal has a

battery operated digital clock attached to its collar.
There are a few boxes, some equipment and a suitcase nearby.
MARTY skateboards over to the truck and the dog.

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

We hear an ENGINE REV UP--the truck engine?

The rear truck doors suddenly open and a SLEEK STAINLESS
STEEL DELOREAN drives down the drop down gate, onto the
parking lot. It's been modified with coils and some wicked
looking units on the rear engine.

Marty stares at it in amazement.

The DeLorean pulls up to him and stops. The gull wing

driver's door opens and out steps DR. EMMETT BROWN, 65.

He's clad in a white radiation suit, hood off. His hair is

wild, his eyes are full of life and energy.

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 delorean, right?

DOC: Bare with me, Marty, all of your questions will be answered. Roll tape, we'll proceed.

Marty raises the camera. Doc clears his throat and

addresses the camera.

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.

The dog obediently jumps in and sits in the driver’s seat.

Doc buckles him in with the shoulder harness.

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?

Brown reaches in and starts the ignition. The DeLorean engine

ROARS to Life. Brown turns on the headlights and lowers the
gull wing door, sealing Einstein in.

He steps back and picks up a REMOTE CONTROL UNIT, similar to

one for a radio controlled toy car. There are buttons labeled
"Accelerator” and "Brake”, a joystick, and an L.E.D. digital
readout labeled "Miles Per Hour". Brown flicks the power
switch on and, using the accelerator button and joystick for
steering, sends the DeLorean down to the far, far end of the
parking lot. He turns the car around so that it’s pointing
toward them, idling.

DOC: Watch this. Not me, the car, the car. My calculations are correct, when this baby hits
88 miles per hour, you're gonna see some serious shit. Watch this, watch this.

Doc takes a deep breath, then pushes the accelerator

button.

The DeLorean takes off, shifting gears automatically.

The L.E.D. speedometer passes 30.

The stainless steel vehicle zooms faster...past 40…

Marty is getting it all on tape.

Doc watches intently. The speedometer climbs past 60.

IN THE CAR, Einstein remains calmly in the driver's seat.

Gauges and instrument lights mounted behind him begin

flashing.

Doc's finger holds the accelerator button down.

The meter passes 75.

The DeLorean keeps accelerating, approaching Marty and Brown.

The coils mounted around the car begin glowing.

EXT. MALL - DELOREAN - NIGHT

The speedometer hits 85...86...87...88…

The automobile is suddenly engulfed by a BLINDING WHITE GLOW-

- then, BLAM! It's gone, a TRAIL OF FIRE left in its wake.

Doc and Marty are hit by a sharp blast of air.

Marty blinks in disbelief: it's as if the car never existed.

Only the LICENSE PLATE is left behind---a vanity plate: "OUTTA-

TIME."

DOC: Ha, what did I tell you, 88 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, when 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 catch up with him and the time machine.

IT WORKS starts playing

MARTY
It's a time machine?! Wait a minute, wait a minute Doc. Are you trying to tell me that you
built a time machine out of a DeLorean?!

DOC
Well, if you're gonna build a time machine into a car, why not do it with some style?

DOC
I'm the architect of tick tock tech
A frequent flyer on a cosmic trek
 I sorted through the quarks and quirks
And for once I know I made a thing that really works
It's a time machine that goes both ways
To new tomorrows and to yesterdays
It's a car for the stars like Captain Kirk's
And for once I knew I made a thing that really works

DOC, (FEMALE BACKING CHORUS), BOTH

It works! It works! It works!
(It works!)
In terms of the vernacular, it's spectacular! (Ooo-ooh, woo-oah)
Because it works! It works! It works!
(It works!)
And now I've found my glory (Oooo...ah)
In this stainless steel DeLorean (Oooo...ah)
It's gratifyin' knowing I was first (Ooooooo...ah)
Because it works!

MARTY, (FEMALE BACKING CHORUS)

Hey Doc, who are the girls? (Ha, ha, ha)

DOC, (FEMALE BACKING CHORUS)

I don't know; they just show up every time I start singing!
(Yes, it... works!)

DOC, (FEMALE BACKING CHORUS), BOTH

Blunt force trauma up against your head (ah-ooh)
Can put you in a coma; you could end up dead (ah-ooh)
Or calling for your momma but for me instead (ah-ooh)
That blunt force trauma when I slipped and hit my head
Shook something loose in me
Some high fruit in a tree
And that's when I could see
How fluid time can be
It gave me the connection (Ha, ha)
After decades of rejection (Ha, ha, A-a-a-ah)
I never really thought I'd get to see how well...

DOC, (FEMALE BACKING CHORUS), BOTH

It works! It works! It works!
(It works!)
 And with this new invention I'll cut through the fourth dimension (Ooo-ooh, woo-oah)
'Cause it works! It works! It works!
(It works!)
I found what I was searching for
It's called the Flux Capacitor
It's this year's break-through scientific first
Because it works!

(FEMALE BACKING CHORUS)

Ha, ha, ha
Aaaaaah...
Yes, it... works!

DOC
The secret was confined
And it's like I was blind, man
The solution was sublime
And I knew it all the time!
I didn't see how I could do it
Until I put my mind to it

DOC, (FEMALE BACKING CHORUS), BOTH

It works! It works! It works!
(It works!)
A space and time funicular but it's vehicular (It works, it works, it works, it works!)
Because it works! It works! (It works, it works, it works, it works!)
The world will write my story in...
This stainless steel... DeLorean...
The time continuum shall be traversed!
Because Marty...
It works! It works! It works!
(It works!)
It works! It works! It works!
(It works, It wooooooorks!)
IT WORKS!

DOC: 5...4...3...2...1…

Their hair stands up on end, charged up with static

electricity…

Suddenly, a SHARP BLAST OF WIND comes up out of nowhere,

along with a DEAFENING SONIC BOOM--- and the DELOREAN
REAPPEARS right where it vanished, still going 88 m.p.h.

Doc hits the brake button.

The car wheels lock up and the DeLorean comes to a SCREECHING

HALT, smoke pouring off the body.

Doc and Marty rush over to the car. Doc approaches

cautiously and reaches for the door handle. He touches it and
recoils in pain.

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 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, or witness the birth of 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 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. 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 need a nuclear reaction to generate the one point twenty-one 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: 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: Safe now, everything's left lined. Don't you lose those tapes now, we'll need a record.
Wup, wup, I almost forgot my luggage. Who knows if they've got cotton underwear in the
future. I'm allergic to all synthetics.

MARTY: The future, it's where you're going?

DOC: That's right, twenty five years into the future. I've always dreamed of seeing the
future, looking beyond my years, seeing the progress of mankind. I'll also be able to see
who wins the next twenty-five world series.

MARTY: Uh, Doc.

DOC: Huh?

MARTY: Uh, look me up when you get there.

DOC: Indeed I will, roll em. I, Doctor Emmett Brown, am about to embark on an historic
journey. What have I been thinking of, I almost forgot to bring some extra plutonium. How
did I ever expect to get back, one pallet, one trip I must be out of my mind. What is it Einy?
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.

DOC: The Libyans who got me the Plutonium! They wanted me to build 'em a bomb - I told
'em I would, but I lied!

The van side door slides open and a SWARTHY CHARACTER who resembles Yasser Arafat
leans out with an AK 47 submachine gun. He OPENS FIRE.

DOC: Run for it, Marty! I'll draw their fire!

Doc Brown pulls a .45 revolver from inside his radiation suit and FIRES at the Lybians! He
then breaks for the mall, a good 500 yards away. The terrorists fire their .47 machine gun
blast.

MARTY: Doc — no! Wait!

But Doc keeps running and firing — and the van closes the distance. No way can Brown
outrun it to the mall. The Terrorist gunner screams a Libyan curse, then FIRES a burst at
Brown. The bullets rip into Brown's chest and the scientist goes down.

Marty stands frozen in horror, video camera still in hand. The bullets rip into Brown's
chest and the scientist goes down. Marty stands frozen in horror, video camera still in
hand.

MARTY: Doc! Oh my God! (at the terrorists) You bastards!

He's out in the open, and has only one chance: The DeLorean. Marty dashes for it. The
Libyan gunner takes aim and pulls the trigger, but the weapon jams. He jerks the
mechanism trying to unjam it. He swears in Libyan.

Marty swings the door shut, then looks over the array of switches and buttons on the
console with frightened bewilderment: how do you start this thing? Then he spots the keys
in the ignition on the steering column, just like any other car. He turns it over and shifts
into first. He floors it.

THE CHASE

The DeLorean roars off! Stage goes dark. Speedometer appears on th back.
V.O: The speedometer approaches 40.

The Lybians shout (O.S)

V.O: The speedometer climbs past 50.

The gunner FIRES.

Bullet sounds

V.O: The speedometer hits 75.

MARTY: Let's see if you bastards can do 90…

V.O: The speedometer passes 85!

ON MARTY - Gauges and indicators light up behind Marty's head, just as they did before
Einstein travelled through time--the flux capacitor is about to kick in!

V.O: The speedometer climbs...86...87...88—

V.O: IT HITS 90!

5TH B

EXT. FARMHOUSE

The mall parking lot is suddenly changed

MARTY: (In front of the curtains) Hey! Hello? Where am I?

Marty looks around. Marty shakes his head, then steps out the car.

Pa busts out of the farmhouse with a double-barrelled shotgun. He's scared. Sherman
comes running out right behind him, with something rolled up in his hand.

SHERMAN: Shoot it, Pa---it's already mutated into human form! Shoot it!

Marty runs.

EXT. HILL VALLEY TOWN SQUARE

CAKE starts playing.

CHAMBER OF COMMERCE SPOKESWOMAN, spoken

The Chamber of Commerce welcomes you to Hill Valley! It's a nice place to live and here’s
why:
(sung)
You've found the future and it's here
Just look around, you’ll see it crystal clear
Business is booming
Flowers are blooming
And 1955 has been a banner year!

GAS STATION WORKERS, GASOLINE SALESMAN

Our super-leaded gasoline...
Only 19 cents a gallon!
Will keep our atmosphere so fresh and clean
Precision tooling
And fossil fuelling
Will keep you cruising in your super sleek machine!

WOMEN
 These filtered cigarettes arе new (so new)
And evеn doctors say they're good for you
And there's no question
They'll aid digestion
And pick you up when you feel blue!

TOWNSFOLK
It's a good old-fashioned modern way of living
And no one does it better than we do!
Finally it's time when
All of these fine men
Get to have their cake and eat it too!

GOME INSULATION MAN, (TOWNSFOLK), FARMER, ALL

For home insulation, Asbestos is best (Is best)
It keeps you cosy and warm (so warm...)
We spray DDT on those worrisome pests
And we've reengineered
The food from the farm!

CHAMBER OF COMMERCE SPOKESWOMAN, spoken

What did I tell you? It's like utopia!

MARTY
It’s a nightmare!

MAYOR THOMAS, spoken

Re-elect me, Mayor Red Thomas! My new progress platform means more jobs, lower taxes
and bigger civic improvements!

SUPPORTERS
Yay!

MAYOR THOMAS
This is our dreamland, USA
The perfect company should work and play
It’s no malarkey
Our patriarchy
We'll show the whole wide world the way to live this way!
 ALL, MEN, WOMEN
It’s a good old-fashioned modern way of living
And no one does it better
They may think they do it better
The fact is no one does it better than we do!
Use super-leaded gasoline!
We love our cigarettes, it's true...
But, it just feels right when
All of these white men
Get to have their cake...
So let the women bake
We get to have our cake and
Eat... it...
Too!

MARTY: It is Saturday, November 5, 1955. WOAH!

MARTY: (now spots a WOMAN walking toward him.) Uh, excuse me, ma'am, but could
you pinch me?

WOMAN: I beg your pardon?!?

MARTY: Pinch me! Pinch me! (The woman SLAPS Marty across the face and walks off in a
huff.)

MARTY: This is definitely not a dream. (calls to the woman) Thanks a lot!
Now he notices something across the street.

MARTY has an idea. He runs across the street, into the cafe.

INT. CAFE - DAY

A typical cafe/soda fountain of the period; 2 or 3 CUSTOMERS are at the counter.

Marty stares at the signs: Coffee - 5 cents; Ice Cream - 10 cents. A calendar displays the
date: November 5, 1955.

LOU: (the counterman spots Marty in his orange down vest.) What'd you do, kid, jump
ship?
MARTY: Huh?

LOU: What's with the life preserver?

MARTY: I just want to use the phone.

LOU: In the back. Lou points it out: a phone booth.

MARTY goes into the phone booth and flips through the directory.

MARTY: Brown, Brown, Brown, Brown, Brown, great, you're alive. (Marty looks at Lou,
indicating the address on the phone book page.) 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, pall, you're gonna pay for it.

MARTY: Well just gimme something without any sugar in it, okay?

LOU: Without any sugar.

Marty puts down a nickel.

Marty raises his coffee cup and just as he’s about to take a
sip...

BIFF: Hey McFly, what do you think you're doing?

MARTY: Huh?

He spins around on his stool.

The voice came from a PUNK, 17; behind him are 3 OTHER PUNKS.

The lead punk is coming right toward Marty...no, he's

stepping over to the NERDY KID next to him.

MARTY: Biff.

Yes, the punk is BIFF TANNEN, aged 17! And the nerdy kid is
GEORGE McFLY, also 17.

Biff's boys buy cigarettes at the counter. They are MATCH,

perpetually chewing a wooden matchstick; SKINHEAD, who has a
crewcut just this side of being bald; and 3-D, who always
wears red-green 3-D glasses.

Marty watches the exchange between Biff and George with utter
amazement.

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? Think, McFly, think. I gotta have time to recopy it. Do
you realize 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. What are you looking at, butt-head?

SKINHEAD: Hey Biff, check out this guy's life preserver, dork thinks he's gonna drown.

BIFF: Yeah, well, how about my homework, McFly?

GEORGE: Uh, well, okay Biff, uh, I'll finish that up tonight and I'll bring it over first thing
tomorrow morning.

BIFF: Hey not too early I sleep in Sunday's, hey McFly, your shoe's untied, (George falls for
it, Biff hits him) don't be so gullible, McFly. You’re 17 and you haven’t hit puberty yet!
GEORGE: (Laughs) Okay.

BIFF: I don't wanna see you in here again.

GEORGE: Yeah, alright, bye-bye. (Marty stops him) What?

MARTY: You're George McFly.

GEORGE: Yeah, who are you?

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- mayor. Now that's a good idea. I could run for mayor.

LOU: A colored mayor, that'll be the day.

GOLDIE: You wait and see, Mr. Caruthers, 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.

Now Marty notices that George has left. He sees George bicycling past the windows. Marty
runs out after him.
MARTY: Hey, George--wait up! I want to talk to you!

Marty looks around and sees GEORGE walking down the street.

MARTY: George! Hey, George! I want to talk to you!

But George doesn't hear him. He disappears around a corner. Marty runs after him.

EXT. - A RESIDENTIAL STREET - DAY

MARTY comes from around the corner and sees GEORGE'S BIKE parked underneath a
tree. Marty looks around, then spots GEORGE up in the tree, precariously out on a branch
overhanging the street, about 12 feet up. George has a PAIR OF BINOCULARS trained on a
second story window in the house across the street.
Marty can't figure it out. He moves closer for a better view, he watches in disbelief as he
realizes what George is doing.

MARTY: He's a peeping Tom!

Marty watches as George falls, groans, then slowly tries to get up.
Now a bike comes from around the corner. George doesn’t see it, but Marty can see that it's
going to hit George.

MARTY: Dad! Look out!

But George is still dazed. Marty dashes into the street, and in a spectacular flying leap,
knocks him out of the path of the oncoming bike.
As Marty moves to avoid the bike the person riding it loses control and hits Marty, the
person and Marty fall, Marty is unconscious!
George, never one to get involved, grabs his bike and pedals off, leaving Marty lying in the
street, unconscious.

INT. LORRAINE’S HOUSE - NIGHT

MARTY wakes up in a resting position on a table, the room is softly lit by ambient light
from a doorway. FEMALE HANDS place a cold compress on the bruise on his forehead.
Marty groans and stirs.

MARTY: Mom? Is that you?

LORRAINE: Ssshhh. Everything's going to be alright.

MARTY: God, what a horrible nightmare. I dreamt I went way back in time… (He starts to
sit up.)

LORRAINE: Take it easy, now, you've been asleep for almost 9 hours.

MARTY: It was terrible. It was a terrible place to be. The music was awful--- they didn't
have Huey Lewis. Our neighborhood hadn't been built yet, and everything was so weird
looking.

LORRAINE: Well, you're safe and sound, back where you belong, in good old 1955.

MARTY: 1955!

LORRAINE: My name's Lorraine, Lorraine Baines.

MARTY: Yeah, but you're uh, you're so, you're so different.

LORRAINE: Just relax now Calvin, you've got a big bruise on your head.

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. 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: No, fine, no , good, fine, good.

LORRAINE: That's a big bruise you have there.

MARTY: Ah.

STELLA (V.O): Lorraine, are you up there?

LORRAINE: So tell me, Marty, how long have you been in port?

MARTY: Excuse me.

LORRAINE: Yeah, I guessed you're a sailor, aren't you, that's why you wear that life
preserver.

MARTY: Uh, coast guard.

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

MARTY: Yeah, I think maybe you do. Uh listen, do you know where Riverside Drive is?

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

MARTY: A block passed Maple, that's John F. Kennedy Drive.

SAM (V.O): 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.

STELLA (V.O): 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, much later.

LORRAINE: Oh, bye Calvin!

Marty leaves the house.

LORRAINE: He’s such a dreamboat!

INT. BROWN'S HOUSE - NIGHT

The house at 1640 Riverside Drive is huge, beautiful.

Marty runs out and goes to Doc’s house checks the address against the phone book page: it
matches.

He recognizes the garage as the same one as we saw in 1985, except in much better shape.

(In 1985, the house has been torn down and a fast food stand put up.)

Marty rushes to the front door of the house.

Marty runs up and pounds on the door knocker.

We hear a BARKING DOG from within; then YOUNG DOCTOR BROWN opens the door.
He's wearing an OUTRAGEOUS CONTRAPTION on his head, a bizarre conglomeration of
vacuum tubes, rheostats, gauges, wiring and antennas; but there can be no doubt that it's
the same Dr. Brown, some 30 years younger.

Beside him is another dog. Marty stares at Brown's weird head gear. Brown yanks him
inside.

MARTY: Doc?

DOC: Don't say a word.

MARTY: Doc.

DOC: I don't wanna know your name. I don't wanna know anything 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 me. you were the only one who knows how your time machine
works.

DOC: Time machine, I haven't invented any time machine.

MARTY: Okay, alright, I'll prove it to you. Look at my driver's license, which 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. 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: I got enough practical jokes for one evening. Good night, future boy.

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 makes time travel possible. Come with me.

After a moment, we hear the door unlock. Brown opens the

door, looks at Marty with new interest and rubs his bandaged
head.

MARTY: Doc, how else could I know that unless I was from the future?

DOC: Take me to this time machine.

Marty and Doc climb out of Doc's PACKARD with flashlights.

Marty leads Doc toward the hidden DeLorean.

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

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

MARTY: Flux capacitor.

DOC: It works, ha ha ha ha, it works. I finally invented 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.

MARTY: Okay Doc, this is it.

DOC (V.O): Never mind that, never mind that now, never mind that, never mind-

DOC: Why that's me, look at me, I'm an old man.

DOC (V.O): Good evening, I'm Doctor Emmet Brown, I'm standing here on the parking lot
of-

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

MARTY: Well, this is a radiation suit.

DOC: Radiation suit, of course, cause all of the fallout 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.

DOC (V.O): No no no this sucker's electrical, but I need a nuclear reaction to generate the
one point twenty-one gigawatts of electricity-

DOC: What did I just say?

DOC (V.O): No no no this sucker's electrical, but I need a nuclear reaction to generate the
one point twenty-one gigawatts of electricity that I need.

DOC: One point twenty-one gigawatts. One point twenty-one gigawatts. Great Scott.

MARTY: What the hell is a gigawatt?

DOC: How could I have been so careless? One point twenty-one gigawatts. 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: 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 everything to me... please, please, please, please, you are my only
hope... You've never let me down in the past…

DOC: You mean in the future?

MARTY: Hey, and you've always said: "You can accomplish anything if you just put your
mind to it."

DOC: I said that? That's good advice, but I just don't know how to generate that kind of
power, future boy!

FUTURE BOY starts playing

MARTY
Future boy
I'm no future boy
'Cause I think I'm here to stay
What's the future for
If I don't get more than today?
I'm no future boy

I'll never find what I left behind

There's nothing for me here
There's only more of what came before
My future disappeared
Now everything's uncertain
Can't see behind the curtain
I can't go and I don't know
Where this all will lead…

DOC
Marty, there is one energy source capable of generating 1.21 gigawatts of electricity: it's a
bolt... of lightning!

MARTY
What did you say?

DOC
A bolt... of lightning! Unfortunately, you never know when or where it's ever gonna strike!
 MARTY
We do now

DOC
This is it! It says here that the bolt of lightning is going to strike the clocktower at exactly
10:04PM, next Saturday night!

DOC
The physics of this problem are perplexing
The muscles in my brain are busy flexing
As a geometric form
Of a pending thunderstorm
Is hard to calculate
But now we have a date
And all my computations must conform!

Eh... if we can somehow harness this lightning, channel it into the Flux Capacitor...
The way to get you back takes an equation
And a meteorological occasion
And then a lightning crack
Becomes a power pack
That's what it's gonna take;
No room for a mistake!
It's the only way to ever get you back!

BACKING CHORUS (IN ROUNDS)

The only way to ever get you back!

DOC BROWN, DOC & BACKING CHORUS, (BACKING CHORUS), MARTY, MARTY &
BACKING CHORUS
Back to the future, boy!
You're the future boy!
And we know we found a way!
Ah, you're the future boy
And it's gonna be okay!
(Ah-ah-ah, Ah-ah-ah...)
I'm the future boy!
(He'll find a way! He'll find a way! He'll find a way! He'll find a waaaaaa-aaaaaay!)
I'm the future boy!
MARTY: Okay, alright, 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 repercussions on
future events. Do you understand?

MARTY: Yeah, sure, okay.

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

MARTY: Um, yeah well I might have sort of ran into my parents.

DOC: Great Scott. Let me see that photograph of your family. Just as I thought, this proves
my theory, look at your brother.

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

DOC: Erased from existence.

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

DOC: Now remember, according to my theory you interfered with your parent's 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 disappeared from that photograph. Your sister
will follow and unless you repair the damages, you will be next.

MARTY: This sounds pretty heavy.

INT. BROWN’S GARAGE - DAY

Marty steps in front of a mirror, dressed in a proper, conservative 50's

style.

MARTY: I don't know, Doc, this sounds really heavy.

DOC: Weight has nothing to do with it. It's a simple genetic-mathematical

extrapolation. It was your father who was supposed to get hit by that bike, not you. Thus,
you interfered in your parents' first meeting. If they don't meet, they won’t fall in
love, they won’t get married; if they don't get married, they won't have any kids. That's why
your brother's disappearing from that photograph--he's first since he's the oldest. Your
sister will follow, and unless you can repair the damage, you'll be next.

MARTY: But why do I gotta go to school?

DOC: You're a kid. Kids go to school. Your parents are kids. They go to school. You
interfered in your parents' relationship, therefore you have to go to school to fix it.

MARTY: Well, if I'm gonna wear a disguise, at least I'm gonna look like Elvis. (Marty starts
combing his hair Elvis style.)

BROWN: Elvis? What's Elvis?

MARTY: You'll find out.

INT. - HILL VALLEY HIGH SCHOOL - DAY

Hill Valley High looks pretty much the same in 1955, but with no graffiti. There is not much
activity in front---school is in session.

MARTY AND DOC are watching from the hall. The bell rings and students come out of the
classroom. LORRAINE AND GEORGE McFLY are some of them.

MARTY: Wow, they've really cleaned this place up. It looks brand new.

DOC: Remember now, according to my theory, all you have to do is introduce them to each
other and nature will take its course. —-------- I hope.

MARTY: What?

DOC: The only way we're gonna get those two to successfully meet is if they're alone
together. So you've got to get your father and mother to interact at some sort of
social-

MARTY: What, well you mean like a date?

DOC: Right.

MARTY: What kind of date? I don't know, what do kids do in the fifties?
DOC: Well, they're your parents, you must know them. What are their common interests?
What do they like to do together?

MARTY: Nothing.

DOC: Look, there's a rhythmic ceremonial ritual coming up.

MARTY: Of course, the Enchantment Under The Sea Dance they're supposed to go to this,
that's where they kiss for the first time.

DOC: According to my calculations, you’re scheduled to be erased from existance at 9:35

P.M. that very night. Alright kid, you stick to your father like glue and make sure that he
takes her to the dance.

As George walks down the hall, students laugh at him behind his back, and some of the
boys kick him in the ass. George turns. He has a "KICK ME" sign hooked on his collar. Doc
shakes his head at this pathetic sight.

MARTY: That 's him.

GEORGE: Okay, okay you guys, oh ha ha ha very funny. Hey you guys are being real
mature.

DOC: Maybe he’s not your father.

GEORGE: Okay, real mature guys. Okay, Biff, will you pick up my books?

STRICKLAND: McFly.

MARTY: That's Strickland. Jesus, has that guy never changed his hair style?

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

GEORGE: No.

DOC: What did your mother ever see in that kid?

MARTY: I don't know, Doc, I guess she felt sorry for him cause that guy hit him with the
bike, hit me with the bike.
DOC: That's a Florence Nightingale effect. It happens in hospitals when nurses fall in love
with their patients. Go to it, kid.

INT. SCHOOL CAFETERIA - DAY

MARTY: Hey George, buddy, hey, I've been looking all over for you. You remember me, the
guy who saved your life the other day.

GEORGE: Yeah.

MARTY: What are you writing?

GEORGE: Uh, stories, science fiction stories, about visitors coming down to Earth from
another planet.

MARTY: Get out of town, I didn't know you did anything creative. Ah, let me read some.

GEORGE: Oh, no no no, I never uh, I never let anybody read my stories.

MARTY: Why not?

GEORGE: Well, what if they didn't like them, what if they told me I was no good. I guess
that would be pretty hard for somebody to understand.

MARTY: Uh no, not hard at all.

LORRAINE: Calvin!

MARTY: Uh, George, I met this girl, Lorraine.

GEORGE: Lorraine Baines? She’s a goddess and uh, you actually talk to her?

MARTY: Yeah and she actually said that she wants you to ask her to the Enchantment
Under The Sea Dance.

GEORGE: Really? (laughs awkwardly). No, you’re just playing a trick.

MARTY: I’m not, George. You like her, don’t you?

GEORGE: Well, yeah, yeah. I dream about her. I can’t ask her.
MARTY: Why not?!

GEORGE: What if she said no? I don’t know if I can take that kind of rejection.

MARTY: She’s not gonna reject you, George, just go over there and ask her.

GEORGE: Ok but what do I say?

MARTY: Just say whatever comes to your mind!

GEORGE: Nothing’s coming to my mind!

MARTY: It's a wonder I was ever born.

GEORGE: What? What?

MARTY: Alright, George, just go over there and tell her that destiny has brought you to
her and that she’s the most beautiful girl in the entire world. Girls love it when you tell
them that stuff.

GEORGE: I gotta write this down, I’ll never remember it.

MARTY: Oh, God.

Marty pushes George close to Lorraine.

George backs up and goes with the lunch lady.

GEORGE: Gimme a milk. Chocolate.

George drinks the milk and goes to where Lorraine is again.

GEORGE: Uh, Lorraine

LORRAINE: Do I know you?

GEORGE: Yes, no, I mean, I’m George, George McFly. I’m your density.

LORRAINE: My what?
GEORGE: Oh, I’m your dentist. (laughs awkwardly) Wh- wh- what I meant to say is that I-
I- I’m your…destiny.

Biff, 3-D, Match and Skinhead enter the cafeteria.

BIFF: Hey, McFly, I thought I told you never to come in here. Who gave you permission to
talk to my girl?

LORRAINE: I’m not your girl, Biff Tannen! Not now, not ever!

BIFF: Yes, you are, you just don’t know it yet.

Biff grabs George by his shirt

BIFF: Not so fast, McFly. I think you need a new shampoo.

Biff takes a bowl full of pasta, handed by 3-D, Match and Skinhead., and puts it in George’s
hair.

After that, he grabs Lorraine by her waist.

BIFF: Now, I know you want to go out with me, I know you want.

LORRAINE: Get your mean hoofs off of me!

Lorraine pushes Biff away but he tries to go back with her.

Biff trips and falls down because Marty put his foot for him to fall down.

MARTY: She said get your mean hoofs of…

Biff gets up and stands in front of Marty, trying to intimidate him.

MARTY: Her.

BIFF: Well, well, well, now there's a new butthead! You’re history now, punk!

MARTY: Hey, Biff, your shoe’s untied!

 SOMETHING ABOUT THAT BOY starts playing

LORRAINE BAINES, (BACKING CHORUS), LORRAINE AND BACKING CHORUS

A man should be strong
A man should be true
A man can be handsome but he's gotta come through
He's gotta have manners, but not too polite
There's nothing more boring than someone too tight

He's got everything I'm looking for

He's got something different
He's got more of that extra special "la-dee-da"
What the French call: "Je ne sais quoi"

There's something about that boy

There's something about that boy
He's bringing me so much joy
I don't know what it is but those eyes of his look through me
He's got everything that a girl could need
He's not like the others; he's so sweet
And there's almost nothing I wouldn't do (nothing she wouldn't do...)
To make sure that his dreams come true... (woah...)

(There's something about that boy)

I know I just met him...
(There's something about that boy)
But I have to get him...
(He's bringing me so much joy)
And I just can't forget him; I'm ready to let him know now... (ooh...)
How special we could be
He's such a mystery (woooah...)
We could make history, 'cause there's something about (ooh...)
(Something about)
Something about...
(Something about...)
Something about that boy!

BIFF, 3D, SLICK, (3D & SLICK), BIFF AND GANG

There's somethin' about that boy (about that boy)
That I don't like;
It's just not right (He's just not right)
There's somethin' that I'll destroy
He's gonna pay;
 It starts today!!!

There's somethin' about that punk

A no-good crumb!
A first-class bum! Yeah!
There's somethin' that just ain't right!
He's on some list
Like he's a communist!

I'm gonna find him

And when I do... (and when you do...)
I'm gonna unwind him
And break him right in three! (Two...)

Get him!

-MUSICAL INTERLUDE-

LORRAINE, (BACKING CHORUS), BIFF TANNEN, {3D AND SLICK}, BIFF AND
GANG, [LORRAINE AND BIFF], ALL
(There's something about that boy)
I can't put my finger on it
(There's something about that boy)
I just wanna linger on it...
(He's bringing me so much joy)
And there's something about that, something about that boy!
I'm gonna find him; He supplied everything that I need...
And when I do {and when you do}; He's turned up the heat inside me...
I'm gonna unwind him! {And break him!}
[And I just can't forget him; I'm ready to let him know now...]

(There's something about that boy)

He'll be destroyed!; I know I just met him...
(There's something about that boy)
He'll be destroyed!; But I have to get him...
(He's bringing me so much joy!)
Something about that...

LORRAINE, (BACKING CHORUS)

Something about that boy!
(There's something about that boy)
(There's something about that boy)
 About that boy!
(There's something about that boy)

BABS
Oh, you weren't kidding, Lorraine!

BETTY
Where did he come from?

BABS
Where does he live?

LORRAINE
I don't know but I'm gonna find out... Calvin Klein, I'm gonna make you mine!

BACKING CHORUS
Something about that...

BIFF
Somethin' about that…

LORRAINE, BACKING CHORUS

Something about that boy!

INT. DOC’S HOUSE - AFTERNOON

DOC (V.O): My god, they found me. I don't know how but they found me. Run for it,
Marty. My god, they found me. I don't know how but they found me. Run for it, Marty.

MARTY: Doc.

DOC: Oh, hi , Marty. I didn't hear you come in. Fascinating device, this video unit.

MARTY: Listen, Doc, you know there's something I haven't told you about the night we
made that tape.

DOC: Please, Marty, don't tell me, no man should know too much about their own destiny.

MARTY: You don't understand.

DOC: I do understand. If I know too much about my own future I could endanger my own
existence, just as you endangered yours.
MARTY: You're right.

DOC: Let me show you my plan for sending you home. Please excuse the crudity of this
model, I didn't have time to build it to scale or to paint it.

MARTY: It 's good.

DOC: Oh, thank you, thank you. Okay now, we run some industrial strength electrical cable
from the top of the clocktower down to spreading it over the street between two lamp
posts. Meanwhile, we out-fitted the vehicle with this big pole and hook which runs directly
into the flux-capacitor. At the calculated moment, you start off from down the street
driving toward the cable execrating to eighty-eight miles per hour. According to the flyer,
at 10:04 pm lightning will strike the clock tower sending one point twenty-one gigawatts
into the flux-capacitor, sending you back to 1985. Alright now, watch this. You wind up the
car and release it, I'll simulate the lightning. Ready, set, release. Huhh.

Marty winds up the toy car and releases it toward the cable.

Doc touches a LIVE WIRE to the top of the clock tower.

The toy car's antenna snags the cable, SPARKS FLY, and the
toy car CATCHES FIRE! It flies off the table top, into some
drapes, and they CATCH FIRE as well!

Doc grabs a FIRE EXTINGUISHER and puts everything out.

Marty shakes his head.

MARTY: You extol me with a lot of confidence, Doc.

DOC: Don't worry, I'll take care of the lightning, you take care of your pop. By the way,
what happened today, did he ask her out?

MARTY: Uh, I think so.

DOC: What did she say?

There is a knock on the door. Brown and Doc exchange a look, then Doc glances out the
window.
Doc checks the door.

DOC: It's your mom, she's tracked you down! Quick, let's cover the time machine.

They pull a tarp over the DeLorean.

Now Marty opens the service door. Lorraine steps in.

LORRAINE: Hi, Marty.

MARTY: Uh, Lorraine. How did you know I was here?

LORRAINE: I followed you.

MARTY: Oh, uh, this is my Doc, Uncle, Brown.

LORRAINE: Hi.

MARTY: Hello.

LORRAINE: Marty, this may seem a little forward, but I was wondering if you would ask
me to the Enchantment Under The Sea Dance on Saturday.

MARTY: Uh, you mean nobody's asked you?

LORRAINE: No, not yet.

MARTY: What about George?

LORRAINE: George McFly? Oh, he's kinda cute and all, but, well, I think a man should be
strong, so he could stand up for himself, and protect the woman he loves. Don't you?

CUTS TO:
EXT. GEORGE’S BACKYARD - DAY

Marty and George are standing together

GEORGE: I still don't understand, how am I supposed to go to the dance with her, if she's
already going to the dance with you.
MARTY: Cause, George, she wants to go to the dance with you, she just doesn't know it yet.
That's why we got to show her that you, George McFly, are a fighter. You're somebody
who's gonna stand up for yourself, someone who's gonna protect her.

GEORGE: Yeah, but I never picked a fight in my entire life.

MARTY: You're not gonna be picking a fight, Dad, dad dad daddy-o. You're coming to a
rescue, right? Okay, let's go over the plan again. 8:55, where are you gonna be…

GEORGE: I'm gonna be at the dance.

MARTY: Right, and where am I gonna be?

GEORGE: You're gonna be in the entrance outside with her.

MARTY: Right, okay, so right around 9:00 she's gonna get very angry with me.

GEORGE: Why is she gonna get angry with you?

MARTY: Well, because, George, nice girls get angry when guys take advantage of them.

GEORGE: Ho, you mean you're gonna touch her on her-

MARTY: No, no, George, look, it's just an act, right? Okay, so 9:00 you're coming out of the
dance, you see us struggling next to the door, you walk up, you pull me away and you say,
your line, George.

GEORGE: Oh, uh, hey you, get your damn hands off her. – Do you really think I oughta
swear?

MARTY: Yes, definitely, George, swear. Okay, so now, you come up, you punch me in the
stomach, I'm out for the count, right? And you and Lorraine live happily ever after.

PUT YOUR MIND TO IT starts playing

GEORGE
You make it sound so easy... I-I just wish I wasn't so scared…

MARTY
Scared? George! Buddy, there's nothing to be scared about! Just remember...
 MARTY
When you walk
Take it slow
Like you're goin' someplace only you can go
And when you talk
Don't be loud
Friends are fine but don't be part of a crowd
And don't be in a hurry
Even when you're runnin' late
You should never worry
George, you've gotta concentrate

MARTY, BACKING CHORUS

Put your mind to it
Don't be blind to it
And we can fine tune it
Just put your mind to it
Your mind

GEORGE
I feel I was doing exactly what you were doing…

MARTY
Ah...not even close
Alright, George, now let's try again

When you play

Have some fun
Make it look like you have already won
And when you dance
On the bones
Try to swagger like Mick Jagger of the Stones

GEORGE
Wait, wait, what stones? And who's "Dick" Jagger?

MARTY, (BACKING CHORUS)

Stop apologisin'
Be anythin' you want to be
(Anything you wanna be, anythin' that you wanna be)
 No over-analysin'
Let that man inside go free

MARTY, BACKING CHORUS

Put your mind to it
Don't be blind to it
And we can fine tune it
Just put your mind to it
Your mind

MARTY, (BACKING CHORUS)

It's a state of mind (State of mind)
It's a point of view (Point of view)
If you want that girl (Want that girl)
Make up your mind to

-INSTRUMENTAL BREAK-

MARTY
Hey, you're doing it! Let's go!
Hey, you feelin' it yet, George?

GEORGE
Yeah, right in my neck!

MARTY, GEORGE, (BACKING CHORUS)

(P-P-P-P-P) Put your mind to it
Don't be blind to it
Draw a line through it
Just put your mind to it (Put your, Put your, P-P-P)
Just put your mind to it
And your behind to it
Don't be confined to it
Just put your mind to it

GEORGE
My mind...
5TH C

INT. LOU’S CAFE - NIGHT

RADIO (V.O): This Saturday night, mostly clear, with some scattered clouds. Lows in the
upper forties.

DOC: Are you sure about this storm?

MARTY: When could weathermen predict the weather, let alone the future.

DOC: You know Marty, I'm gonna be very sad to see you go. You've really made a
difference in my life, you've given me something to shoot for. Just knowing that I'm gonna
be around to see 1985, that I'm gonna succeed in this. That I'm gonna have a chance to
travel through time. It's going to be really hard waiting 30 years before I could talk to you
about everything that's happened in the past few days. I'm really gonna miss you, Marty.

MARTY: I'm really gonna miss you. Doc, about the future-

DOC: No, Marty, we've already agreed that having information about the future could be
extremely dangerous. Even if your intentions are good, they could backfire drastically.
Whatever you've got to tell me I'll find out through the natural course of time.

We see Doc going to a different part of the house. Marty writes a note.

MARTY: (as he writes) Dear Doctor Brown, on the night that I go back in time, you will be
shot by terrorists. Please take whatever precautions are necessary to prevent this terrible
disaster. Your friend, Marty.

CUT TO:
INT. SCHOOL GYMNASIUM - DANCE - NIGHT

"Enchantment Under The Sea" is well underway.

On stage is the band: Marvin Berry and the Starlighters. Marvin plays lead guitar and
sings; there is also a drummer, piano player, sax and bass.

The gym has been decorated in an undersea motif: seaweed, fish on the walls, a paper
mache sunken ship, and a "treasure chest."

There is also a BUBBLE MACHINE, a la Lawrence Welk.

As usual at school dances, there are teachers acting as chaperones (including Mr.
Strickland) GEORGE is on the sidelines, bopping out of time to the music. He's quite
nervous.

DEEP DIVIN’ starts playing

MARVIN BERRY
In the South Sea Islands they dive for pearls
In the USA, they dive for girls
If you take your time and play it cool
There'll be somebody waiting at the end of the pool
Everybody says that you should look before you leap
And when I look at you I'm ready to go

MARVIN, (BACKING CHORUS), MARVIN AND CHORUS

Deep...
Deep divin' for love
(deep divin', a-deep deep divin')
And well I keep
Deep divin' for love (stop drivin'; we'll be late arrivin')
There is just so much that we've been waiting to explore...
We'll find our buris=ed treasure on the ocean floor
So deep...
Deep divin' for love

-INSTRUMENTAL BREAK-

[Chorus: Marvin, (Backing Chorus), Marvin and chorus]

(Deep...)
(Deep divin' for love) Deep divin' for love...
(deep divin' a-deep deep divin')
Keep...
Deep divin' for love
So stop drivin', and we'll be late arrivin'
There is just so much that we've been waiting to explore...
We'll find our buried treasure on the ocean floor
So deep... (so deep)
Deep divin' for love
(Oooooooh…)
 Deep divin' for love!

MARVIN
Thank you. We’ll be back in a few minutes.

EXT. SCHOOL PARKING LOT

Marty and Loraine arrive walking, Loraine tries to hold his hand a few times, but Marty
does not let her. They stand next to the entrance to the ball.

MARTY: Do you mind if we wait here for a while?

LORRAINE: That's a great idea. I'd love to be just here.

MARTY: Huh?

LORRAINE: Well, Marty, I'm almost eighteen-years-old, it's not like I've never been here
before.

MARTY: What?

LORRAINE: Marty, you seem so nervous, is something wrong?

MARTY: No no. Lorraine. (He notices Loraine takes out a flask from her purse) Loraine,
what are you doing?

LORRAINE: I swiped it from the old lady's liquor cabinet.

MARTY: Yeah well, you shouldn't drink.

LORRAINE: Why not?

MARTY: Because, you might regret it later in life.

LORRAINE: Marty, don't be such a square. Everybody who's anybody drinks.

He takes the bottle. Just as he takes a swig, she pulls out a

pack of cigarettes and lights up. Marty spits out the gum in
surprise.
MARTY: Jesus, you smoke too?

LORRAINE: Now, Marty, you're not going to tell me that smoking is unhealthy. Everyone
knows that it calms your nerves and it's good for circulation.

MARTY: It’ll give you cancer! Look, it says so right here– "This fine tobacco blend calms
the nerves and improves circulation??” What?

Marty gives it back.

LORAINE: You know, you sound just like my mother. When I have kids. I’m gonna let
them do anything they want. Anything.

MARTY: I'd sure like to have that in writing.

LORRAINE: So what are your parents like?

MARTY: Lorraine, lately I've come to the conclusion that I don't know anything about 'em.

LORRAINE: Marty, why are you so nervous?

MARTY: Loraine, have you ever, uh, been in a situation where you know you had to act a
certain way but when you got there, you didn't know if you could go through with it?

LORRAINE: Oh, you mean how you're supposed to act on a first date.

MARTY: Ah well, sort of.

LORRAINE: I think I know exactly what you mean.

MARTY: You do?

LORRAINE: You know what I do in those situations?

MARTY: What?

LORRAINE: I don't worry. This is all wrong. I don't know what it is but when I’m with you,
it's like being with my brother. I guess that doesn't make any sense, does it?
MARTY: Believe me, it makes perfect sense.

We hear the sounds of APPROACHING FOOTSTEPS on gravel.

LORRAINE: Sounds like somebody's coming.

Marty bear's it too. He looks at his watch: 9:00.

He sighs with defeat.

MARTY: Yeah...I know…

Suddenly Marty finds himself face to face with BIFF!

Match, 3-D and Skinhead are with him.

BIFF: You humiliated me, you punk. And I'm gonna take it out of your head. Hold him.

Biff shoves him roughly into the arms of Skinhead. Marty

struggles, but Skinhead and Match grab him and restrain him.

LORRAINE: Let him go, Biff, you're drunk.

BIFF: Well look at what we have here. No no no, you're staying right here with me.

LORRAINE: Stop it.

BIFF: C'mon.

LORRAINE: Stop it.

BIFF: C'mon.

MARTY: Leave her alone, you bastard.

BIFF: You guys, take him back and I'll be right there. Well c'mon, this ain't no peep show.

Match, 3-D and Skinhead take Marty away from Lorraine and hit
him until he’s left unconscious.
MATCH: Let's put him in there.

3-D: Yeah.

SKINHEAD: That's for messing up my hair.

The three of them leave.

Through the gym’s windows, George sees Lorraine and Biff

and hears the screams.

Now George arrives. He spots them and goes into his act.
He adjusts his pants, strides to the car like John Wayne, and
stands behind Biff.

Suddenly, Biff hears a voice.

GEORGE: Hey you, get your damn hands off, oh.

BIFF: I think you got the wrong couple, McFly.

LORRAINE: George, help me, please.

BIFF: Just turn around, McFly, and walk away. Are you deaf, McFly? Go away.

GEORGE: No, Biff, you leave her alone.

BIFF: Alright, McFly, you're asking for it, and now you're gonna get it.

Biff grabs George’s arm. George tries

to fight back, but his lame punch is ineffectual.

Biff twists George's arm. George grimaces.

Biff keeps on twisting George’s arm ever hander.

LORRAINE: Biff, stop it. Biff, you're breaking his arm. Biff, stop.

She tries to pull him away. He pushes her down.

Biff laughs.

George's expression immediately goes from pain to rage---

intense rage... and George lets go with a TREMENDOUS LEFT
HOOK, SMACK INTO BIFF'S FACE!

Biff hits the ground, out cold!

George can't believe he did it! He looks at his fist, looks

down at Biff, and grins widely.

GEORGE: Are you ok?

LORRAINE: Oh, George, I’m so ok.

Lorraine takes George’s arm and both of them go to the dance.

The Starlighters go out for a break and find Marty laying

on the floor, slowly recovering from the punches.

MARVIN BERRY: The hell is this kid doing here?

The band is leaving their instruments in their trunk

when suddenly, Marvin accidentally smashes his hand with
it.

MARVIN BERRY: Damnit-- I sliced my hand!

The band tries to help him putting a bandage to his

hand.

In the background, we hear distant THUNDER.

Marty wakes up because of the noise and is shocked. He considers the situation a moment,
then realizes the answer. He runs back toward Marvin.

MARTY: Hey, you guys, you've gotta get back in there and finish the dance!

DRUMMER: Look at Marvin's hand! He can't play with it like that. And we can't play
without Marvin.
MARTY: But you've gotta play! That's where they kiss for the first time--on the dance floor!
If there's no music, they won't dance, they won't kiss, they won't fall in love... and I'm a
goner!

DRUMMER: Hey, man, the dance is over...unless you know somebody who can play guitar.

Marty looks at Marvin and smiles.

CUT TO:
INT. SCHOOL GYM

Marty is playing the guitar with the Starlighters. George and Lorraine are on the floor,
dancing. Marty looks at them, then looks at the back of his guitar where, attached with
chewing gum, is the snapshot. Nothing has changed. Marty watches his parents. He's
getting nervous.

GEORGE AND LORRAINE are looking at each other as they dance. George seems a little
unsure of himself.

EARTH ANGEL starts playing

MARVIN
This goes out to all you lovers tonight
Earth angel, Earth angel, will you be mine?
My darling dear, love you all the time
I'm just a fool, a fool in love with you

LORRAINE
Aren't you gonna kiss me, George?

GEORGE
Oh, gee, I dunno, I, uh...

MARVIN, (MARK DIXON), LORRAINE BAINES, GEORGE MCFLY

Earth angel, Earth angel, the one I adore (Scram, McFly, I'm cuttin' in!)
Love you forever, and ever more...

{Music gets grittier and more shrill}

(C'mon, Lorraine, let's dance.)
Hey, stop it! No! George!
(Hey, what are you doin'? Hey, place your arms around me!)
Leave mе alone! Stop it! George!
 (Comе on, Lorraine! Quit bein' such a square, huh?)
Stop it! Let me go!
(Hey, come on, let's dance with me!)
Excuse me!

{Climaxing musical interlude}

[Marvin, (Backing vocals), Marvin and backing vocals, George, George and Lorraine]
The vision of your happiness, wo-o-o-o-o-oah...
Earth angel, Earth angel
Please be mine (Ooo-oo-oo-ooh)
My darling dear, (My darling)
Love you all the time (I love you...)

I'm just a fool (A-a-a-ah...)

A fool in love...
With you...
(Ah, a-a-a-a-ah...)

ON STAGE, Marty immediately recovers! He jumps up, full of life, wired with energy. The
color returns to his face, and he looks at the snapshot. Marty rejoins the band in "Earth
Angel." He sees that George and Lorraine are dancing very close. From the looks on their
faces, there can be no doubt: they're in love.

George makes eye contact with Marty. They smile. George gives Marty the Ok sign.

MARVIN: (to Marty) Say, you’re good, man. Do another one.

MARTY: (checks his watch) No, I've gotta go.

DRUMMER: Come on, let's do something that cooks.

Marty thinks a moment, then smiles slyly.

MARTY: Okay, ah, so, uh, this one's an oldie... Well, it's an oldie where I come from. Okay,
so this is a blues riff in B flat. Watch me for the changes, and, um... yeah, try to keep up,
okay?

JOHNNY B. GOODE starts playing

MARTY
Way down in Louisiana, close to New Orleans
 Way back up in the woods, among the evergreens
There stood a log cabin made of earth and wood
Where lived a country boy named-a Johnny B. Goode
Who never ever learned to read or write so well
But he could play the guitar like he's ringing a bell

Go, go
Go, Johnny, go, go
Go, Johnny, go, go
Go, Johnny, go, go
Go, Johnny, go, go, go
Johnny B. Goode

His mama told him, "Someday, you will be a man

And you will be the leader of a big ol' band
Now, many people coming from-a miles around
To hear you playing music when the sun come down
Maybe someday your name will be in light
Saying "Johnny B. Goode tonight!""

MARTY AND PROM ATTENDEES

Go, go! (Go, go,)
Go, Johnny, go, go
Go, Johnny, go, go
Go, Johnny, go, go
Go, Johnny, go, go, go
Johnny B. Goode!

[Instrumental break accompanied by Marty's rock guitar solo. Said solo starts becoming
too audacious and eventually ends]

MARTY: Guess you guys aren't ready for that yet... but your kids are gonna love it…

Marty appears backstage, about to exit—he sees LORRAINE

approaching, and GEORGE behind her.

LORRAINE: Marty, I hope you don't mind, but George asked if he could take me home.

MARTY: That's fine, Lorraine-—that's great. I'd like nothing better. You know, I sort of had
a feeling about you two.
LORRAINE: I know. I sort of have a feeling, too. I think George could really make me
happy.

Marty gulps, knowing what's in store for these two.

MARTY: Uh...yeah. Listen, I've gotta be leaving town. Tonight. And I just wanted to say
that it's really been… (trying to find the right word) ...educational.

LORRAINE: Marty, will I ever see you again?

MARTY: Oh, yeah, I guarantee it.

George steps forward, extending his hand.

GEORGE: Goodnight, Marty. Thanks for your help...and all your good advice.
(they shake hands)

I hope I can do the same for you someday.

MARTY: Yeah, sure. I've gotta go. Good luck, both of you. (starts to go, then hesitates) Uh,
listen, if you guys ever have kids, and one of 'em when he's 8 years old accidentally sets fire
to the living room rug...(a beat) Go easy on him.

Marty runs off, leaving George and Lorraine together.

LORRAINE: Marty. It's such a nice name. When I have kids, I'm going to name one of
them "Marty."

GEORGE: Aren't you rushing things a little?

LORRAINE: Well...maybe a little. I was thinking I'd like to go to college next year.

GEORGE: Me too.
CUT TO:
EXT. CLOCKTOWER - NIGHT

It’s 4 minutes before 10:00.

ON THE STREET
DOC BROWN, wearing the trenchcoat, paces back and forth anxiously. The wind is picking
up, and we hear DISTANT THUNDER. The entire "lightning rod setup" is complete, with
the cable strung across the street between the two lamp posts. Brown checks his
wristwatch: 9:56.

DOC: GOD! Where is that kid? -Brown pulls out a pocket watch and checks it: 9:56.

DOC: GOD! Brown checks a wristwatch on his other wrist. It’s 9:56.

DOC: GOD!

At last, he can see Marty running towards him. Brown pulls the tarp off the DeLorean and
raises the "trolley hook" back to its full height.

MARTY: Take it easy, Doc! I had to change my clothes. Everything’s cool-- they're back
together...and here's the proof. – Marty shows him the fully restored snapshot.

MARTY: Yeah, old George really came through. Laid out Biff with one punch...cold cocked
him... I never knew he had it in him. Hell, my old man never stood up to Biff in his life.

Doc opens the DeLorean door.

DOC: All right, let's set your destination time. This is the exact time you left… "OCTOBER
26, 1985, 1:31 A.M."

DOC: (punches the appropriate keypad.) Let's send you back to exactly the same time.

DOC: (continuing) It'll be like you never left. Now, I've painted a white line on the street up
there---that's where you start from. I've calculated the precise distance, taking into account
the acceleration speed and wind resistance retroactive from the moment the lightning will
strike… –He picks up a WIND-UP ALARM CLOCK.

DOC: (continuing): When this alarm goes off, you hit the gas. —Doc gives it a wind, then
sets it on the DeLorean dashboard. Doc looks around, then sighs.

DOC: Well, I guess that's everything.

MARTY: (extending his hand) Doc, thanks for everything. –They shake hands.

DOC: Thank YOU. I'll see you in about 30 years.

Marty sighs, again thinking of Doc's destiny and the letter.

MARTY: I... I hope so.

DOC: Don't worry. As long as you hit that wire with this hook, 'everything'll be fine.

MARTY: Right...

Doc puts his hands in his pockets and withdraws the letter Marty put there. He looks at it
curiously. Marty turns away.

DOC: What's the meaning of this?

MARTY: You'll find out in 30 years.

DOC: It's about the future, isn't it? Information about the future? I warned you about this,
kid. The consequences could be disastrous.

MARTY: You’ve gotta take that risk, Doc. Your life depends on it.

DOC: (shakes his head) No. I'm not going to accept the responsibility.

Doc tears up the envelope and shoves the pieces to the floor.

MARTY: All right, Doc, in that case, I'll just have to tell you straight out---

Doc rushes up a flight of rough hewn steps, into the belfry. He is momentarily silhouetted
by the clock face as he slips between the giant gears and disappears behind the bell.

A DOOR opens up, giving access to the ledge below the clock. DOC steps out as PIGEONS
flutter away. His hair blows wildly in the wind, and lightning flashes in the distance. He
looks up.

Marty runs to the car as he sees Doc putting the cables together. He waves back to Doc.
Doc nods and starts pulling the rope with the cable back up. MARTY watches anxiously as
the cable goes back up. He yells up at Doc.

MARTY: Doc! I gotta tell you about the future!

DOC: (who can barely hear him.) - What??

MARTY: The future! On the night I travel back in time, the terrorists show up and you
get---

BONG! IT'S EXACTLY 10:00-- AND THE CLOCK BELLS STRIKE TEN! Marty can't be
heard over the sound! Brown almost loses his balance with the huge bells tolling so close!
He regains his footing, then pulls the rope up the rest of the way. He's got the paddle plug
in hand. Brown yells at Marty, but he can't be heard over the bells. Brown gestures that
he's got the cable and that Marty should go.

MARTY hesitates, but DOC gestures adamantly. At last Marty nods and runs to the
DeLorean.

DOC unties the rope from the end of the paddle plug and looks up at its socket mate
dangling on the clock face. He reaches up for it, but he can't quite get it. He'll have to move
across the ledge to get closer to it.

MARTY climbs into the DeLorean and closes the gull wing door, turns the key in the
ignition and revs it up. He puts the car in gear.

Doc looks down and sees the DeLorean heading down the street. Doc moves along the
ledge. He reaches up but he's still not close enough to grab the dangling socket. Lightning
and thunder move ever closer. DoC, with the cable in his left hand, moves a little further
along the ledge.

Suddenly, the ledge CRACKS and CRUMBLES beneath his feet! Doc drops the cable and
grabs onto the CLOCK HANDS to save himself! The cable drops onto his left foot! Doc
hangs precariously from the clock face like Harold Lloyd, wind blowing his hair, and
lightning cracking in the sky! Brown carefully moves his right foot toward the intact section
of ledge while trying to keep the cable balanced.

Marty is still fiddling with destination time. The destination time drops back to
1:26...1:25...1:24...1:23...1:22...1:21– Suddenly the engine dies!

MARTY: (tries to restart it but it won't turn over.) Come on, come on...!

Doc has the plug in his left hand, the socket in his right. He brings them toward each other
to plug them in—but they won't reach! Both ends are taut, but he's about a foot short!
Doc looks down.

Marty is still trying to get the car restarted.

Now the ALARM CLOCK rings!

MARTY: Damnit!

At last the engine roars to life!

Marty switches TIME CIRCUITS ON!

The various indicators LIGHT UP!

Marty puts the car in gear.

Marty’s FOOT hits the gas pedal.

Doc looks at the two cables in his hand, and the loose end below: how can he get everything
connected? Suddenly he realizes what he must do. He ties the two of them tightly together,
then plugs them in.

The DeLorean accelerates..

It passes 40 mph.

Doc tests the tied connected cable ends to make sure they won't come apart: they're secure.
He takes a deep breath, then grips the line tightly. HE JUMPS!

Brown drops down to the ground! He runs with the cable toward the lampost!

THE SPEEDOMETER passes 85!

The INDICATOR LIGHTS behind MARTY begin registering.

DOC grabs the socket cable and PLUGS HIS CABLE IN!

THE SPEEDOMETER HITS 88!

THE MOST SPECTACULAR BOLT OF LIGHTNING IN THE HISTORY OF CINEMA

STRIKES THE LIGHTNING ROD!

The connecting cable becomes electrified.!

The DeLorean passes under the cable between the Lamp posts.
The trolley hook on the DeLorean MAKES CONTACT with the electrified cable!
The Flux Capacitor GLOWS and DISCHARGES!

The DeLorean's rime coils light up and the vehicle is sent BACK TO THE FUTURE!

DR. BROWN lets out a whoop of delight and relief as he's drenched by the deluge.
THE CABLE ACROSS THE STREET

DOC looks up at the clock tower. THE CLOCK is stopped at 10:04. Lightning cracks behind
it and we

DISSOLVE TO: THE CLOCK - OCTOBER 26, 1985 - NIGHT

The storm dissolves away into an ordinary night sky. The clock tower shows 30 years of
additional age... CAMERA CRANES DOWN TO REVEAL
HILL VALLEY TOWN SQUARE, as we saw it in the beginning.

All is quiet--it's late.

MARTY: I’M BACK! It worked!

Marty goes to the car and it shuts down.

MARTY: No, no, no, don’t shut down! I gotta see the Doc!

Marty tries to start the car but it doesn’t work.

MARTY: It’s hopeless. I’ll never be seeing Doc again. (starts crying) I failed. I’m so sorry,
Doc.

Marty breaks down in tears but then he hears a voice. It’s Doc!

DOC: Now, now, don’t need to cry

MARTY: Doc! You’re ok!

DOC: Yeah!

MARTY: But how did you-?

DOC: Well, obviously I knew the exact location and time you’d arrive so I just jogged over.

MARTY: But the terrorists, you were shot, you were dying.

DOC: I would’ve died if it were not for a bulletproof vest! (shows it to Marty)

MARTY: But how did you know? You tore out my note.

DOC: Uh, I pieced the bits I got.

MARTY: So what about that talk? Changing history? Space-time continuum?

DOC: Well, I figured what the hell.

Marty and Doc hug each other.

Doc goes to the DeLorean.

DOC: So, you’re gonna come with me for my next trip?

MARTY: Oh, no, no, no. I’ve had enough of that car for a while.

Doc starts the car.

MARTY: How far you’re going?

DOC: 30 years! Nice round number.

MARTY: Hey, look me up when you get there. I’ll be…47.

DOC: Indeed, I will!

Doc leaves and starts his new adventure.

MARTY: Jeez, I skipped a ton of time zones, no wonder why I’m jetlagged (falls asleep on a
bench)

EXT. HILL VALLEY TOWN SQUARE - DAY

Marty is asleep on the bench.

DAVE: Look! I found him. I told you he wanted to be the first one here!

Dave wakes up Marty, who’s now very confused.

DAVE: Morning bro, I know you’re excited about all this but you can’t disappear all night.

Marty sees that Dave doesn’t have his McDonald’s uniform but a suit.

MARTY: Uh, Dave, what are you wearing?

DAVE: My work clothes. They need me back in the office after the festivities.

MARTY: The office? Festivities?

Marty is very confused. He hears a familiar voice, it’s Linda.

LINDA: And here’s my little brother, the rock and roll kid. Marty!

MARTY: Linda?!

LINDA: I’d like you to meet Craig, my date.

CRAIG: (shaking hands with Marty) I guess you’ve been looking forward to this, Marty

MARTY: To what?

LINDA: Hello? Marty? It’s George McFly Day!

A lot of people start to appear to set decorations with the colors of the USA flag and
pictures of George.

LORRAINE: Set the organic food bar by the aerobics center and remember our motto:
“Healthy catering!” Oh, there you are! Good morning Mr. Early Bird.

MARTY: Mom! You look…great!

LORRAINE: Thank you, Marty, and look who I brought!

Jennifer appears.
MARTY: Oh, Jennifer! You're a sight for sore eyes.

JENNIFER: Marty, what’s wrong? You’re acting like you haven’t seen me in a week.

MARTY: I haven’t. I mean-

JENNIFER: So, this is my Uncle Huey. Came from Los Angeles.

UNCLE HUEY: Been looking forward to seeing you play, Marty. We’re looking for young,
high-energy talent. I hope you’re it.

The ceremony starts. Mayor Goldie Wilson begins with a speech.

GOLDIE: Ladies and gentlemen, I am Mayor Goldie Wilson and I’d like to welcome to this
tribune Hill Valley’s most famous author, George Douglas McFly.

George steps into the tribune, looking very different from how he normally used to.

GEORGE: Thank you, Mayor. This is, uh, a great honor but uh, nothing of this could’ve
happened without the inspiration and support of my true love and life partner, Lorraine
Baines McFly.

George invites Lorraine to the tribune.

LORRAINE: And Mr. Mayor, we can’t think of a better occasion to present you with this
check for the restoration of our Clocktower!

The Clocktower Woman runs to get the check.

CLOCKTOWER WOMAN: Yes! Thank you Mr. and Mrs. McFly!

LORRAINE: It’s time for Hill Valley to get unstuck in time and…

LORRAINE AND GEORGE: Into the future!

GEORGE: Uh, Biff? Where’s Biff?

STRICKLAND: I found him, McFly. (to Biff) You’re a slacker! From a whole family of
slackers!

BIFF: You’re right, sir, I’m a slacker. Sorry, Mr. McFly, but I got it, the piece of resistance.
GEORGE: Friends, today, my new novel will start to sell in bookstores around the country;
Back To The Future 4: The Further Adventures of Calvin Klein!

Everyone claps and cheers.

GEORGE: My success...is the result of some very simple advice a young man gave to me 30
years ago: "You can accomplish anything if you put your mind to it.", and here's the proof.
May I introduce our son, Marty McFly, and his band, the Pinheads!

THE POWER OF LOVE starts playing

MARTY
The power of love is a curious thing
Make-a one man weep, make another man sing
Change a hawk to a little white dove
More than a feeling, that's the power of love

Tougher than diamonds, rich like cream

Stronger and harder than a bad girl's dream
Make a bad one good, make a wrong one right
Power of love will keep you home at night

MARTY, MARTY AND JENNIFER PARKER

You don't need money, don't take fame
Don't need no credit card to ride this train
It's strong and it's sudden and it's cruel sometimes
But it might just save your life
That's the power of love
That's the power of love

MAYOR GOLDIE WILSON, MARTY AND GOLDIE, MARTY

First time you feel it, it might make you sad
Next time you feel it, it might make you mad
But you'll be glad, baby, when you've found
That's the power
That makes the world go round

COMPANY
You don't need money, don't take fame
Don't need no credit card to ride this train
 It's strong and it's sudden and it'll be cruel sometimes
But it might just save your life

MARTY, (BACKING VOCALS)

They say that all in love is fair
Yeah, but you don't care
But you know what to do (oo-oo what to do...)
When it gets hold of you (ooooh...)
And with a little help from above (Ohhhhh...)
You feel the power of love
Can you feel it?

MARTY, MARTY AND COMPANY, (BACKING CHORUS)

You don't need money, you don't take fame
Don't need no credit card to ride this train
Tougher than diamonds and stronger than steel
You won't feel nothin' till you feel
Feel the power, just the power of love (woooaah...)
That's the power, that's the power of love
You feel the power of love
You feel the power of love
You feel the power of love

THE END.

BACK IN TIME starts playing

MARTY MCFLY, (BACKING CHORUS), BOTH

Tell me, Doctor
Where are we goin' this time?
Is this the 50s, or 1999?
All I wanted to do
Was play my guitar and sing
So take me away
I don't mind
But you better just promise me, I'll be back in time (Back in time)
Gotta get back in time

DOC BROWN, MARTY, BOTH, COMPANY, (BACKING COMPANY)

Don't bet your future
On one roll of the dice
 Better remember
Lightning never strikes twice

Please don't drive 88

Don't wanna be late again
So take me away (Ooooooh)
I don't mind (wo-o-o-oah)
But you better just promise me, I'll be back in time (Back in time)
Gotta get back in time
You gotta get back in time

FULL CAST, MARVIN BERRY, (BACKING COMPANY)

All I wanted to do
(All he wanted to do, yeah)
Was play my guitar and sing
So take me away
I don't mind
But you better promise me
I'll be back in time (Back in time)
(Back, back)
Ooh, back in time (Back, back)
Ooh, back in time (Back, back)
You gotta get back in time