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|External Goal||8.45||91||Silence of the lambs: 8.44||Back to the future: 8.45|
|Overall||8.6||90||Birdman: 8.5||Titanic: 8.6|
|Plot||8.5||88||Breaking bad: 8.4||the dark knight rises: 8.5|
|Structure||8.61||87||Lucifer: 8.59||Back to the future: 8.61|
|Pacing||8.61||78||Fear and loathing in Las Vegas: 8.54||Back to the future: 8.61|
|Story Forward||8.3||77||Breaking bad, episode 306: 8.2||Black panther: 8.3|
|Formatting||9.13||76||The Wizard of oz: 9.10||Back to the future: 9.13|
|Engagement||8.77||76||Everything Everywhere All at Once: 8.76||Back to the future: 8.77|
|Internal Goal||8.26||68||Pinocchio: 8.22||Back to the future: 8.26|
|Concept||7.9||61||The usual suspects: 7.8||Titanic: 7.9|
|High Stakes||7.4||58||Suits: 7.3||Labyrinth : 7.4|
|Originality||6.74||55||The Wolf of Wall Street: 6.73||Back to the future: 6.74|
|Character Changes||5.9||47||Community: 5.8||Breaking Bad: 5.9|
|Conflict Level||7.3||36||The whale: 7.2||heathers : 7.3|
|Characters||8.0||29||Hors de prix: 7.9||Donnie Darko: 8.0|
|Emotional Impact||6.6||17||Arsenic and old lace : 6.4||the Shining: 6.6|
|Dialogue||7.1||12||Severance: 7.0||Die hard: 7.1|
|Story Content||Character Development||Scene Elements||Audience Engagement||Technical Aspects|
|Scene Number||Full Analysis||Tone||Overall Grade||Concept||Plot||Originality Score||Characters||Character Changes||Internal Goal||External Goal||Conflict||Opposition||High stakes||Story forward||Twist||Emotional Impact||Dialogue||Engagement||Pacing||Formatting||Structure|
|2||Marty's Detention and Audition||"Light-hearted"||10||8||9||6||10||4||8||8||8||0||9||9||0||7||7||9||9||8||8|
|4||Marty's Plan Gone Wrong||"light-hearted"||8||7||8||6||7||6||8||8||9||0||8||8||0||6||6||9||9||8||9|
|5||Detention Escape||"humorous, emotional"||8||8||9||7||7||6||8||9||9||0||8||8||0||7||7||9||9||10||8|
|6||The McFly Family Dinner||"Light-hearted"||8||7||8||0||7||5||0||0||5||0||4||7||0||6||7||0||0||0||0|
|7||The Time Machine Test||"Exciting"||8||9||8||9||7||4||8||10||5||0||9||7||0||6||6||9||8||10||10|
|8||Time Travel Test||"Exciting"||9||8||10||6||8||7||7||8||8||0||9||9||0||8||7||9||9||9||8|
|9||Chase and Time Travel||"Tense"||9||8||9||7||7||6||8||8||9||0||10||9||0||7||6||9||9||10||9|
|10||Marty Travels to 1955||"Suspenseful"||9||9||9||8||8||7||7||8||9||0||8||9||0||8||7||9||9||8||8|
|11||Marty searches for Dr. Brown||"Light-hearted"||8||8||7||0||8||4||0||0||4||0||4||6||0||5||7||0||0||0||0|
|12||Encounter with Biff||"light-hearted"||8||9||7||7||9||7||9||8||8||0||7||8||0||6||8||9||8||8||9|
|13||Marty Meets Lorraine||"Light-hearted"||8||7||8||8||9||4||9||8||5||0||5||7||0||6||7||9||9||8||8|
|14||Dinner at the Baines' House||"Light-hearted, comedic"||9||8||9||9||9||4||9||8||5||0||3||7||0||6||8||8||10||10||10|
|15||Doc Brown's Invention||"Light-hearted, comedic"||9||8||9||9||7||6||10||10||6||0||6||9||0||4||8||10||9||10||8|
|16||Discovering the Power Source||"Exciting"||9||9||8||8||9||7||8||9||6||0||8||9||0||7||8||10||8||10||9|
|17||Repairing the Damage||"Light-hearted"||8||7||9||4||7||4||8||9||6||0||7||9||0||5||8||8||8||9||9|
|18||George's Creative Struggle||"Light-hearted"||9||8||9||7||9||7||8||7||7||0||6||8||0||8||8||8||9||10||9|
|19||Bringing George Out of His Shell||"Light-hearted, adventurous"||9||8||9||6||9||8||8||8||7||0||7||9||0||7||7||9||8||9||9|
|20||George's Awkward Ask||"Light-hearted"||8||7||8||6||8||4||7||8||7||0||6||9||0||6||7||9||8||9||8|
|22||Preparing for the Lightning||"Exciting"||8||9||8||7||7||6||9||9||7||0||8||8||0||6||7||9||9||10||8|
|23||Preparing for the Dance||"Light-hearted"||7||6||7||6||8||8||8||8||7||0||8||7||0||6||6||9||7||10||9|
|24||Preparing for the Dance||"Light-hearted"||9||8||8||9||7||3||8||9||4||0||9||7||0||5||6||9||9||9||8|
|27||George Stands Up||"Tense, exciting"||9||8||9||8||7||10||10||10||9||0||9||9||0||8||7||9||10||10||10|
|28||Enchantment Under The Sea Dance||"Light-hearted"||9||8||9||0||9||8||0||0||8||0||7||9||0||7||7||0||0||0||0|
|29||The Final Showdown||"tense"||8||7||9||9||8||6||8||9||8||0||9||9||0||7||7||9||9||8||9|
|30||Race Against Time||"Tense"||9||8||9||7||7||6||8||9||9||0||10||9||0||7||6||8||8||9||9|
|31||Race Against Time||"Exciting"||9||8||9||6||7||6||8||9||8||0||9||9||0||7||7||10||9||9||8|
|32||Saving Doc Brown||"Tense"||9||8||9||4||8||7||8||9||10||0||10||9||0||8||7||9||9||10||10|
|34||Back to the Future||"Exciting, Romantic, Humorous"||10||9||10||4||9||7||8||7||8||0||9||10||0||7||9||8||7||9||9|
Robert Zemeckis & Bob Gale
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1 INT. HIGH SCHOOL CLASSROOM – DAY 1
A WEIRD FLICKERING WHITE LIGHT strobes the screen, accompanied by
PROJECTOR NOISE and an OFFSCREEN CONTROL VOICE.
The light becomes brighter as we pan over to
MARTY MCFLY, 17, a good looking kid wearing Porsche mirrored sunglasses. The
mirrored lenses reflect the MUSHROOM CLOUD of an ATOMIC EXPLOSION.
THE RED HOT OPENING MUSIC KICKS IN; MAIN TITLES BEGIN.
Marty starts bopping along to the rock and roll: he*s plugged into a WALKMAN STEREO.
2 We are in a contemporary HIGH SCHOOL CLASSROOM where 30-odd STUDENTS are 2
watching a 16mm documentary about nuclear tests of the 1950*s.
3 SERIES OF SHOTS — MAIN TITLE SEQUENCE 3
BORED STUDENTS watch the black and white movie. Only MARTY is enjoying himself as
he listens to his stereo. MARTY*S FOOT taps in time to the music.
The teacher, MRS. WOODS, 45, looks around the classroom, making sure the students
are paying attention. She has her “Classroom Planner” in hand.
The DOCUMENTARY depicts preparations for another atomic test, noting that as many as
20 were done per year in the 1950*s. Footage shows how tract houses were constructed
and peopled with mannequins to measure the effects of radiation.
MARTY continues bopping along.
MRS. WOODS notices the one head in the classroom bobbing. MARTY*S FOOT continues
tapping in time. Now a PAIR OF WOMAN *S SHOES step into FRAME.
MRS. WOODS is standing next to Marty, arms crossed, staring at him. But Marty is
oblivious to her.
SUZY PARKER, 17, an attractive girl, looks over at the situation in horror.
Mrs. Woods waves her hand in front of Marty*s sunglasses. No reaction.
Suzy turns her head — she can*t bear to watch.
Mrs. Woods gently removes Marty*s sunglasses. His eyes are closed.
Now Marty opens his eyes. He looks up at Mrs. W oods and smiles weakly.
Mrs. Woods does not smile back. She rips the headphones off — the MUSIC abruptly
Mr. McFly: detention!
4 INT. STRICKLAND *S OFFICE — DAY 4
CLOSE ON MARTY*S WALKMAN in a pair of ELDERLY MALE HANDS being placed in a
WOODWORKING VISE mounted on the corner of a desk.
WIDER — STRICKLAND *S OFFICE
Marty fidgets uneasily in an uncomfortable wooden chair in the sparse office as MR.
STRICKLAND, a humorless disciplinarian, tightens the vise. Strickland looks 60, but he
could be 160 — he was born old and stayed that way, and has been at this school forever.
Strickland gazes at Marty, then gives the vise a hard, mean wrench. The Walkman
CRUNCHES... it sounds like bones breaking.
Strickland smiles sadistically and hands it back to him.
That*s number three, isn*t it, McFly?
You don*t like school, do you, McFly?
Marty rolls his eyes. Is this question for real?
Oh, no. sir. I LOVE school.
(snaps at him)
You*ve got a real attitude problem, you know that?
(opens a file on his desk)
You*re a slacker, McFly. You*ve got aptitude, but you don*t apply yourself.
You remind me of your father: He was a slacker, too.
Marty just sits there, bored.
Now, for slacking off in class and for having a serious attitude problem, your
punishment is two weeks in detention, with me, starting this afternoon.
This afternoon? But I can*t! Me and my band have an audition at 3:45 for
the YMCA dance. It*s really important that I be there — they*re counting on
me. I gotta be there at 3:45.
Too bad, McFly. I guess this isn*t your day.
Marty is sick.
A regular math classroom used as detention after hours. Again, we see signs of an old *
school dressed to be more modern: green chalkboards, repainted walls, new desks, and a
8 or 10 STUDENTS are seated far apart from each other throughout the room. All are
supposedly studying. One of them has a SKATEBOARD along with his books.
MARTY is at the pencil sharpener in the back, sharpening a pencil...but the look on his
face indicates he*s up to something. He looks at the clock, looks up at the SPRINKLER
PIPE, then glances toward the front of the room.
MR. STRICKLAND sits at the teacher*s desk, grading a LARGE STACK OF PAPERS.
Marty finishes at the sharpener. He sticks a PIECE OF GUM in his mouth and starts
chewing like mad. Then he steps alongside the CAROUSEL SLIDE PROJECTOR and
surreptitiously sneaks the lens into his jacket pocket. He quickly returns to his seat.
Now, Strickland stands up and starts toward Marty! Did he see Marty swipe the lens? No,
he*s merely “patrolling” the room.
When Strickland isn*t looking, Marty produces a matchbook and a rubber band from the
pencil pouch of his loose leaf binder. He opens the matchbook cover and sticks his gum to
He waits for Strickland to walk past him, then quickly, Marty stands and, using the rubber
band, fires the matchbook at the ceiling.
Strickland whirls around upon hearing the snap, but Marty is already seated, “studying.”
Strickland looks around suspiciously, but sees nothing. He continues along.
Marty glances up: The gum is holding the matchbook on the ceiling, right near the sprinkler
valve. He smiles.
Now Marty sets his mirrored sunglasses on his leg positioning them to reflect the rays of
the sun up at the matchbook.
That done, he pulls the lens out of his pocket and focuses the beam onto the matchbook.
He adjusts the lens ever so slightly... there! Perfect! A hot white pinpoint of light is focused
on the matchbook.
MR. STRICKLAND returns to his paper grading. He marks an entire set of answers wrong
and puts “F” at the top of a paper. The next paper has two right. Strickland gives it an “F+.”
MARTY continues holding the lens as steady as he can, watching anxiously for results.
ABOVE there is a faint trace of SMOKE on the matchbook.
THE CLOCK now reads 3:37.
STRICKLAND grades his LAST PAPER, THEN STANDS UP AND STARTS PULLING
DOWN THE W INDOW SHADES!
MARTY is horrified! Strickland is 3 shades away from Marty*s window. Marty looks
anxiously up at the matchbook.
(under his breath)
Come on, come on...!
Strickland pulls down the next shade.
There is more smoke from the matchbook...
Burn, you sucker...!
Strickland pulls down another shade. The next one is Marty*s...
Strickland steps toward it...
Suddenly the matchbook ignites! FIRE!
Immediately the FIRE ALARM SOUNDS and the SPRINKLERS GO OFF!
Students jump up and scream as water sprays all over them! They rush for the door.
MARTY grabs the kid with the skateboard, named W EEZE.
Weeze — let me borrow this! I*ll bring it back tomorrow!
Marty takes the skateboard and dashes out.
Stop! Wait! We must file out in an orderly fashion!
Another sprinkler goes off and sprays Strickland right in the face!
6 EXT. HILL VALLEY HIGH SCHOOL — DAY 6
It*s a classic WPA style high school, built in the 1930*s. Marty dashes out, jumps on the
skateboard, and skateboards down the front steps!
7 EXT. HILLY RESIDENTIAL STREET — DAY 7
Marty comes from around the corner, skateboards down a hill, weaving through traffic. He
skateboards like a champ.
8 EXT. STREET — TOW N SQUARE — DAY 8
This is HILL VALLEY, a northern California town; it *s October. The town has been here a
while — and its town square business district is beginning to deteriorate... undoubtedly
because there*s a mall someplace.
The old courthouse, now the Department of Social Services, has a clock tower — but the
clock is stopped at 10:02.
A time and temperature clock on the BANK reads 3:43.
MARTY skateboards down the business street and across traffic, narrowly missing being
hit by a car!
9 INT. YMCA — STAGE — DAY 9
3 MEMBERS of the PINHEADS rock band, KEYBOARDS, BASS and DRUMS, exchange
nervous glances, repeatedly checking their watches. They*re all set up on stage.
SUZY PARKER is also here — but she*s not part of the band. *
Suddenly, Marty skateboards onto the stage. *
Marty gives her a wink; she smiles.
Marty*s guitar, amp and microphone have already been set up for him. He picks up the
guitar and tunes up, then looks over at Suzy.
Suzy smiles and holds up her crossed fingers. Marty grins back. Clearly, they*re “an item.”
Marty practices a riff...and he*s great. You can*t tell where the guitar ends and the man
begins. He turns and addresses the dance committee.
All right, we*re the Pinheads, and we*re gonna rock ‘n roll!
They kick into a red hot number. Marty*s fingers dance across the strings and frets in a
complicated lead line. He*s terrific, and the band sounds great.
They get only about 25 seconds into the number when a VOICE calls out.
That*s enough. Thank you.
Marty and the group stop playing, exchanging bewildered glances.
On some of the boarded up buildings are ELECTION POSTERS: “RE-ELECT MAYOR
‘GOLDIE* WILSON: HONESTY, DECENCY, INTEGRITY” and a picture of the incumbent.
Mayor Wilson is black, about 45, with a GOLD FRONT TOOTH.
MARTY and SUZY are walking together. She carries her schoolbooks: he has the
skateboard. And he*s depressed.
Marty, one rejection isn*t the end of the world.
I don*t know. Maybe I*m just not cut out for music.
But you*re good, Marty. You*re really good. And this audition tape of yours *
is great... (she gives him back a CASSETTE TAPE) You*ve got to send it in *
to that record company. *
But what if they hate it? What if they say, “get outta here, kid, you got no
future?” Why should I put myself through all that anxiety? (He sighs.) I*m
sorry. I guess I sound like some kinda schizoid neurotic.
Well, according to my shrink, all of our emotional anxieties are a direct result
of the influence our parents had in our childhood.
In that case, you can kiss me off right now. You*ve met my old man. You
know what a zero he is.
Suzy nods knowingly. They are walking past a TOYOTA DEALERSHIP. *
At least he*s letting you borrow the car tomorrow night. That*s a step in the
Hey, I*m TAKING the car tomorrow night. That way it saves him the anxiety
of making a decision.
Marty spots a tricked-out black SUPRA in the showroom. *
Hey, check out that tricked-out Supra. Now THAT *S a car. (sighs, admiring it *
longingly) Someday, Suzy, someday... *
What about your mother? Does she know?
Are you kidding? She thinks I*m going camping with the guys. If she found
out I was going camping with you, she*d shit.
Marty sprays some BINACA in his mouth.
My shrink says a lot of parents are sexually repressed.
My mom*s not sexually repressed. How can you be repressed about
something you know absolutely nothing about?
They pause across from the former courthouse building.
She*s just trying to keep you respectable.
She*s not doing a very good job, is she?
They move closer...
They*re about to kiss...
CLOCK WOMAN (O.S.)
Save the Clock Tower!
Marty and Suzy turn. A middle-aged CHURCH GROUP TYPE WOMAN has a donation can
and an armful of printed FLYERS.
Please make a donation to save the clock tower.
Lady, can*t you see I*m busy here?
Mayor Wilson is sponsoring an initiative to repair that clock...
She points to the stopped clock on the old courthouse building.
We at the Hill Valley Preservation Society think it should be preserved
exactly the way it is.
But it doesn*t tell time. What good is it?
It*s part of our history. Here — it *s all in this flyer. (gives Marty one) 30
years ago, lightning struck that clock tower, and the clock hasn’t run since.
We at the society feel it *s a landmark of scientific importance, attesting to
the power of the Almighty.
All right, lady. Here*s a quarter.
Marty drops a quarter into her can.
She nods and moves along to bother someone else.
Now... you were saying that my mother wasn*t doing a very good job...
They move closer again as before, about to kiss...
Suddenly, a MALE VOICE booms out over a P.A.
SPEAKER VOICE (O.S.)
Marty! Marty McFly!
A medium sized RV with speakers mounted on the side is idling across the street. The
vehicle is quite used. It*s towing a tarped vehicle on a trailer.
Marty recognizes it, and rolls his eyes.
Doc, I*m busy.
It*ll only take a minute...
Come on, you should see what*s inside this thing.
They go over and step inside.
The driver is DR. EMMETT BROWN, about 65. He looks like an old hippie, with shoulder
length white hair, Hawaiian shirt, faded jeans, an Indian turquoise around his neck and
lively — almost wild — eyes. He*s full of energy, full of life, talks f ast, and is immediately
likable for his eccentricities.
With him in the RV is his big DOG, “EINSTEIN.”
The inside of the vehicle is full of CLOCKS — every imaginable type, a Cuckoo, a
Grandfather, even a classic “Felix the Cat with moving eyes”. All of them are in dead sync.
There is also a bank of state-of-the-art component video and audio equipment. The 25-inch
monitor is tuned to MTV. There are discarded fast food cartons, and a spilled box of sugar
coated cereal, an unmade bed, a doggie dish, and tools and electronic parts. We might
also notice a lead canister with purple radiation symbols.
What *s up, Doc?
One a.m., right, Marty? You*re gonna be there, right? Twin Pines Mall. *
Brown takes the “Save the Clock” flyer out of Marty*s hand.
Let me write it down for you so you don*t forget... (writes on the back) “Twin *
Pines Mall... one a.m.” Twin Pines Mall — remember when that used to be *
Peabody*s farm? It was all farmland out there. No — I guess that was *
before your time, Marty. *
He folds the flyer and sticks it in Marty*s pocket.
You*re feeling all right, Marty? You*ve been getting plenty of rest?
Yeah, but Doc, exactly what are we gonna do at one a.m.?
You want me to spoil it for you? Don*t worry about it — it*ll be great.
You*re not planning on breaking into another power plant or something...?
That was kinda risky.
That*s the point, Marty. Risk. Risk makes life worth living. What would you
rather do, sleep?
Brown checks one of the 4 watches on his arm.
It*s almost time — quiet!
Suzy gives Marty a bewildered look, but Marty knows what’s about to happen...
It*s exactly 4 o*clock, and all of the clocks CHIME at once — dings, dongs, electronic
tones, cuckoo birds...
Brown loves it — he drinks it up like a proud father.
I love that!
Look, Doc, we*ve gotta go. I*ll...see you tonight.
Yes! At one a.m.! It could change your life.
Marty and Suzy step out of the RV.
12 EXT. STREET — TOW N SQUARE — DAY 12
Marty and Suzy watch the RV go.
I don*t know if you should be hanging out with a guy like that after midnight.
Doc Brown *s all right — he*s just a little hung up on time. A couple of years *
ago, he showed up at my house and hired me to sweep out this garage of
his. He pays me 50 bucks a week, gives me free beer... and gives me total
access to his record collection — he*s got this great old record collection.
Hard to believe he was one of the world*s greatest nuclear physicists. *
Down the street, Brown*s RV waits for an ELDERLY MAN to hobble across the street.
Brown *s voice booms out over his P .A.
BROWN (V.O. P.A.)
Let*s move it, Gramps! You*re not that old!
Suzy gives Marty a look of disbelief.
Too much radiation, I guess.
(a beat, moves closer to her)
Where were we?
She smiles and moves toward him.
I think we were right here...
Again they*re about to kiss...
A CAR HORN HONKS LOUDLY. Suzy turns away.
That*s my Dad. See you tomorrow.
She hops into the waiting car. Marty watches it go.
This is not my day.
A WRECKER is in the McFly driveway with a 1979 Plymouth Reliant in tow: its front end is
completely smashed, as if someone rammed it into a brick wall. The truck driver is
Looking on with horror is timid GEORGE McFLY, 47, a balding, boring, uninspired man
who wears a suit he bought at Sears 4 years ago.
Next to him is BIFF TANNEN, 48, an intimidating lout, who wears gold chains and pinky
rings, with sartorial taste to match.
MARTY skateboards up to the scene and is shocked. He listens as Biff lambasts his father.
I can*t believe you did this, McFly. I can*t believe you loaned me your car
without telling me it had a blind spot. I could have been killed!
Biff, I never noticed any blind spot before.
It*s there, McFly. How else can you explain this?
Can I assume that your insurance will pay for this?
My insurance? It’s your car. Your insurance should pay for it. I wanna know
who*s gonna pay for THIS! (indicates his stained suit) I spilled beer all over
it when that car hit me. Who *s gonna pay the cleaning bill?
George hesitates, then meekly pulls out his wallet.
Do you think 20 dollars will cover it?
Biff snatches the 20 dollar bill out of George*s hand.
It*s a start. And hey... where*s my reports?
Well, I haven*t finished them yet. I figured since they weren*t due till
(knocks on George*s head)
Hello? Anybody home? Think, McFly, think! I*ve gotta have time to get ‘em
retyped. If I turn in my reports in your handwriting, I*ll get fired.
Okay, I*ll finish them tonight and run them over first thing in the morning.
Not too early — I sleep in on Saturday.
(about to leave)
Oh, hey, McFly: your shoe*s untied.
(falling for it)
He looks down and Biff hits him on the chin. Biff laug hs loudly.
Don’t be so gullible, McFly!
Biff walks over to his sparkling year old CADILLAC on the street. He spots Marty.
Hiya, kid. How do you like my new paint job?
Marty doesn*t. He steps over to his father, outraged. He *s about to say something, but
George raises his hands and cuts him off.
I know what you*re going to say, son, and you*re right. You*re right. But he
happens to be my supervisor, and I*m afraid I*m just not very good at
But Jesus Christ, Dad, look at the car! Look what he did to the car!
I know. And I know you were counting on using it, and I*m sorry.
Do you have any idea how important this was to me, Dad? Do you have any
idea at all?
Well... I guess I don*t...
Biff screeches out in his Cadillac.
Dad, did it ever occur to you to say “no?” To just once try saying “no?”
Son, I know it*s hard for you to understand, but the fact is, I*m just not a
Try it once, Dad. Just one time, say “no.”
Now the NEXT DOOR NEIGHBOR sticks his head out the window of the adjacent house.
He*s 40, pot-bellied, named HOWARD.
Hey, McFly! My kid*s selling Girl Scout cookies! I told her you*d be good for
Marty shakes his head. George gulps, then calls back. *
Marty shakes his head hopelessly.
The McFly family is dining on meat loaf, Kraft macaroni and cheese, Bird*s Eye mixed
vegetables, and French*s instant mashed potatoes.
Marty*s mother, LORRAINE, 47, was once very attractive. Now she*s OVERWEIGHT, in a
rut, a victim of suburban stagnation. She has more food on her plate than anyone else, and
a glass of vodka.
GEORGE has papers in front of him instead of food: he*s doing the work Biff gave him.
He*s also glancing at the TV, which is tuned to a “Honeymooners” rerun.
Sister LINDA, 19, is cute but wears too much eye makeup; brother DAVE, 22, wears a
MCDONALD*S UNIFORM and is wolfing down his food.
(to Marty) *
Believe me, son, you*re better off not having the aggravation of dealing with *
that YMCA dance. You*d have to worry about getting all your equipment *
there, making contingency plans in case someone got sick, making sure you *
got paid correctly, settling with the Musician*s union... and what if you were *
so good that other people wanted to hire you? You*d have to worry about *
scheduling your jobs around school. Believe me, son, you*re better off *
without those headaches. *
Thanks for the pep talk, Dad. *
Kids, your Uncle Joey didn*t make parole again. I think it would be nice if
you all dropped him a line.
Uncle “Jailbird Joey”?
He*s your brother, Mom.
Yeah. I think it*s a major embarrassment having an uncle in prison.
We all make mistakes in life, children. *
Damn, I*m late.
He wipes his mouth and hurries off.
Please watch your language, David.
Suzy Parker called... wants you to call her back.
I don*t like her, Marty. Any girl who calls up a boy is looking for trouble. Pass
the mashed potatoes, please.
Marty passes them and Lorraine takes a big helping.
Oh, Mother, there*s nothing wrong with calling a boy.
Well, I think it *s terrible, girls chasing boys. I never chased a boy when I was
your age. I never called a boy, or asked a boy on a date, or sat in a parked
car with a boy. Because when you behave like that, boys won*t respect you,
Linda. They*ll think you*re cheap.
Linda rolls her eyes. She*s heard this a million times.
Then how are you ever supposed to meet anybody?
It*ll just happen. Like the way I met your father.
But that was so stupid! Grandpa hit him with his car.
It was meant to be.
I still don*t understand what Dad was doing in the middle of the street.
What was it, George? Birdwatching?
(absorbed in his work)
Huh? Did you say something, Lorraine?
(to Linda and Marty)
Anyway, Grandpa hit him with the car and brought him into the house. He
seemed so helpless... like a little lost dog. And my heart just went out to him.
Yeah, Mom, you*ve told us a million times: “Florence Nightingale to the
The next weekend, we went on our first date: the “Enchantment Under the
Sea” school dance. I*ll never forget it — it was the night of that terrible *
thunderstorm. Remember, George?
What *s that, dear?
(ignores him; to Marty and Linda)
Your father kissed me for the very first time on the dance floor... and that
was when I realized I was going to spend the rest of my life with him.
Marty and Linda exchange a look and shake their heads.
I can*t believe Dad actually got up enough nerve to kiss you in public.
Well, I may have encouraged him a little...
I*ll bet you had to practically jump on his bones.
Marty gets up, finished eating.
You watch your mouth, young man. And excuse yourself when you get up
from the table.
Marty is already out of the room.
May I be excused?
16 INT. MARTY*S BEDROOM — NIGHT 16
Marty*s walls are covered with posters of rock stars and cars — particularly Toyota Supras. *
There is also a portable home synthesizer, a tape recorder, and a stack of lead sheets.
Marty sits at his desk, with an submission form that has an “R & G RECORDS” letterhead, *
an envelope, and the cassette tape Suzy Parker gave him. There*s also a picture of Suzy *
He signs the form and puts it in the envelope, along with the cassette tape. He is about to
seal it — then he hesitates, and ponders a moment. He stares at the envelope — it *s *
addressed to the “R & G RECORDS, NEW TALENT DIVISION.” He sighs, shakes his
head, pulls the tape out and chucks the envelope and application into the trash can.
16-A INT. MARTY*S BEDROOM — CLOCK ON MARTY*S NIGHTSTAND 16-A*
It*s almost 12:30. CAMERA PANS to pick up Marty lying asleep on the bed fully clothed. *
Now Marty*s CORDLESS PHONE beeps. Marty stirs and answers it. *
(a beat, rolls his eyes)
No, I haven*t forgotten, Doc. One a.m., Twin Pines Mall. *
He hangs up and shakes his head.
CAMERA PANS from the lit entrance sign, depicting 2 PINE TREES with “TW IN PINES *
MALL” in lettering below (along with a digital clock at 12:59) to pick up MARTY on his *
skateboard with another WALKMAN (it *s a different brand than the one Strickland
smashed). Marty skateboards around a corner of the mall and sees Brown *s RV on the
vast, sodium vapor lit parking lot. DR. BROWN is clad in a white radiation suit, hood off,
(still with his Indian turquoise around his neck)and EINSTEIN, are both next to
A SLEEK, STAINLESS STEEL DELOREAN SPORTS CAR. It*s been modified with some
wicked looking units on its rear engine, giving it a particularly dangerous feel. There are
coils along the front and rear decks.
There are also several small cases of supplies and equipment, and a piece of American
Tourister luggage around the RV.
Marty skateboards over, totally blown away by the car.
Jeez, Doc, a DeLorean! What the hell did you do to it?
Grab the camera and start taping, Marty. I*ll explain as we go.
Brown indicates a HOME VIDEO CAMERA nearby. Marty picks it up.
And what*s with the Devo suit?
Brown lifts open the driver*s side gull wing door.
Come on, Einstein. Get in, boy.
The dog obediently jumps in and sits in the driver*s seat. Brown buckles him in with the
shoulder harness. The dog has a BATTERY OPERATED DIGITAL CLOCK hanging
around his neck.
Marty begins taping, handheld, cinema verite style.
(to Marty and video camera)
All right, this is test #1. Please note that Einstein *s clock here is in precise
synchronization with my control watch.
Brown holds up a digital watch next to Einstein*s clock; indeed, the two are in dead sync.
(to the dog)
Good luck, Einie.
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.
Here we go, Marty. If my calculations are correct, when the car hits 88 miles
an hour, you*re gonna see some serious shit.
Brown 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.
Brown 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.
Brown *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.
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.
19 Brown and Marty are hit by a sharp blast of air. Marty blinks in disbelief: it*s as if the car 19
never existed. Only the LICENSE PLATE is left behind — a vanity plate: “NO TIME.”
What *d I tell you? 88 miles per hour! Temporal displacement occurred at
(checks watch) exactly 1:02 a.m. and zero seconds.
Christ Almighty! You disintegrated Einstein!
Calm down, Marty. I didn*t disintegrate anything. The molecular structure of
both Einstein and the car are completely intact.
Then where the hell are they?
The appropriate question is: WHEN the hell are they. You see, 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 1:03 a.m. and zero
seconds, we shall catch up to him... and the time machine.
Time machine? Are you trying to tell me you built a time machine out of a
The way I figured it, if you*re gonna build a time machine into a car, why not
do it with some style? Besides, the stainless steel construction made the flux
(his digital watch BEEPS)
Ten seconds! Roll tape — and brace yourself for a sudden displacement of
Marty aims the camera right where the DeLorean disappeared. Brown grips the remote
control unit tightly and counts down.
Their hair stands up on end, charged up with static electricity...
20 Suddenly, a SHARP BLAST OF WIND comes up out of nowhere, along with a 20
DEAFENING SONIC BOOM — and the DELOREAN REAPPEARS right where it vanished,
still going 88 m.p.h.!
21 Brown hits the brake button. 21
The car wheels lock up and the DeLorean comes to a SCREECHING HALT, smoke
pouring off the body.
Brown and Marty rush over to the car. Brown approaches cautiously and reaches for the
door handle. He touches it and recoils in pain.
Is it hot?
It*s cold. Damned cold.
Brown raises the driver*s side door: there sits Einstein, none the worse for wear. Brown
again compares his watch with Einstein*s.
22 INSERT — WATCHES 22
Einstein*s reads 1:02:10; Brown*s is 1:03:10.
23 BACK TO SHOT 23
Exactly one minute difference — and still ticking!
Is Einstein all right?
Brown unbuckles the shoulder harness, and Einstein bounds out, happy and playful. Brown
gives the dog a Milk Bone reward.
Good boy, Einie!
He*s fine. And he*s completely unaware that anything happened. As far as
he*s concerned, the trip was instantaneous. That*s why his watch is a
minute behind mine — he “skipped over” that minute to instantly arrive at
this moment in time. Come here, let me show you how it works...
Marty is still a bit skeptical, uneasy. Brown waves him over, like a kid who wants to show
off a new toy. Marty approaches cautiously.
First, you turn the time circuits on...
Brown flips the labeled switch. An array of indicator lights go on inside.
This readout, tells you where you*re going, this one tells you where you are,
this one tells you where you were.
The three readouts are respectively labeled “DESTINATION TIME,” “PRESENT TIME” and
“LAST TIME DEPARTED.”
You input your destination time on this keypad. Want to see the signing of
the Declaration of Independence?
He punches 7-4-1776. The “DESTINATION TIME” readout lights up with the date.
Or witness the birth of Christ?
He punches in 12-25-0.
Here*s a red letter date in the history of science: March 19, 1955...
He pauses, realizing something — as if something suddenly makes sense to him.
Yes, of course... March 19, 1955...
What happened then?
That was the day I invented time travel. Actually, it was night. I remember it
vividly: I got hit over the head, and when I came to, I had a revelation — a
vision — a picture in my head. A picture of THIS...
Brown points to a particular centerpiece unit mounted inside the DeLorean.
Marty aims the video camera and gets it on tape. He continues taping as Dr. Brown
This is what makes time travel possible: the T.F.C. — Temporal Field
Temporal Field Capacitor, huh? How*d you get beaned?
Well, I was trying to— (stops short, thinking better of it) W ell, it*s not
important. What is important is that it works. It*s taken me over 30 years to
fulfill the vision of that night.
He faces the DeLorean proudly.
Heavy duty, Doc. And it runs on, like, regular unleaded gasoline?
Unfortunately, no. It requires something with a little more kick...
Brown indicates a container with purple radioactivity symbols on it. *
(reads the label)
Plutonium?! You mean this sucker*s nuclear?
Electrical. But I need a nuclear reaction to generate the 1.21 jigowatts of
electricity I need. The T.F.C. stores it, then discharges it all at once, like a
gigantic bolt of lightning. Oh, you*d better put on this radiation suit before I
reload. Not that there*s any danger, but it never hurts to take precautions.
Brown hands him the YELLOW RADIATION SUIT which is near the RV. Marty puts the *
camera down. *
Hold the phone, Doc — plutonium*s illegal. Did you rip it off? *
No, of course not. Here, let me help you with that. *
Brown helps Marty get into the suit.
Put your hood up, Marty, while I reload... and keep Einstein covered, too. *
Marty and Brown both pull their hoods over their heads. Marty covers Einstein with a sheet *
of the same radiation proof material. *
Brown opens the container and removes a 4-inch clear cylinder with a plutonium rod within *
(it*s surrounded by water), then closes the container. *
Brown steps over to the rear of the DeLorean and places the plutonium cylinder into the *
loading hopper. The plutonium rod drops down into the reactor, which then seals shut. *
(removes his hood)
It*s safe now. Everything is lead lined.
Marty removes his hood and releases Einstein. He picks up the video camera and starts *
taping again. *
Oh — I mustn*t forget my luggage...
Brown grabs his suitcase and puts it in the trunk (it *s in the front).
Who knows if they*ll have cotton underwear in the future? I*m allergic to all
Brown slams the trunk shut.
The future? Is that where you*re going?
That*s right. 25 years into the future. I*ve always dreamed of seeing the *
future — looking beyond my years, observing the progress of mankind. It*s *
almost like cheating death. *
(pauses, then smiles wryly) *
I*ll also be able to find out who wins the next 25 World Series. *
Suddenly, Einstein starts BARKING at something.
What is it, Einie?
Brown turns, and reacts with horror to an APPROACHING PAIR OF HEADLIGHTS: it *s an
Oh, no — they found me. I don*t know how, but they found me.
The Libyans! *
What Libyans? *
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.
Run for it, Marty! I*ll draw their fire!
Brown pulls a .45 revolver from inside his radiation suit and FIRES at the van! He then
breaks for the mall, a good 500 yards away.
The terrorist van SCREECHES around sharply and gives chase. The terrorist FIRES a
machine gun blast. *
Doc — no! Wait!
But Brown 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.
Doc! Oh my God!
(at the terrorists)
As if hearing Marty, the van makes a U-turn: it *s coming for Marty!
Marty looks around. He*s out in the open, and has only one chance: The DeLorean.
Marty dashes for it, even as the van accelerates toward him, and dives into the still open
24 IN THE CAR 24
Marty swings the door shut, then looks over the array or 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 DeLorean roars off!
The van gives chase.
25-A INT. DELOREAN — INSERT 25-A*
The speedometer approaches 40.
25-B EXT. MALL PARKING LOT — ON THE VAN 25-B*
The Terrorist Gunner leans out of the van and takes aim.
25-C INT. MOVING DELOREAN 25-C*
MARTY looks into the side view mirror.
25-D MARTY*S P.O.V. THRU SIDE VIEW MIRROR 25-D*
of the Libyan gunner taking aim.
25-E INT. DELOREAN — INSERT 25-E*
The speedometer climbs past 50.
25-F EXT. MALL PARKING LOT — THE MOVING VAN 25-F*
The gunner FIRES.
25-G EXT. MALL PARKING LOT — THE MOVING DELOREAN 25G*
Bullets rip into the parking lot just behind the speeding DeLorean.
25-H INT. MOVING DELOREAN 25-H*
Marty has the pedal to the metal.
25-J INSERT — The speedometer hits 75. 25-J*
25-K ON MARTY — Marty again checks the side view mirror. 25-K*
25-L MARTY*S P.0.V. THRU SIDE VIEW MIRROR 25-L*
The van is still keeping up.
25-M INT. MOVING DELOREAN 25M*
Let*s see if you bastards can do 90...
25-N EXT. MALL PARKING LOT 25-N*
The DeLorean continues accelerating.
The van continues pursuit, but begins to lose ground.
25-P INT. MOVING DELOREAN 25-P*
25-Q INSERT — The speedometer passes 85! 25Q*
25-R ON MARTY — Gauges and indicators light up behind Marty*s head, just as they did before 25-R*
Einstein traveled through time — the T.F.C. is about to kick in!
25-S INSERT — The speedometer climbs...86...87...88... 25-S*
26 INT. MOVING DELOREAN, BEHIND MARTY, THRU THE WINDSHIELD 26
The mall parking lot is suddenly changed into an OPEN FIELD with a SCARECROW in the
middle of it!
Marty is speeding toward it at 88 miles an hour — he hits it! The scarecrow*s face is
hideously smashed against the windshield.
Marty continues toward a HAYSTACK! He*s completely disoriented.
27 EXT. FARM FIELD AND BARN — NIGHT 27
The DeLorean speeds right through the haystack, and then into an OPEN BARN.
We hold on the barn exterior — we hear a CRASH; hay and dust are kicked up out the
door... then a CRACK OF WOOD — and A LARGE SECTION OF THE BARN ROOF
We hold on the barn. We hear a DOG start BARKING.
28 EXT. NEARBY FARM HOUSE — NIGHT 28
A light goes on in the nearby FARM HOUSE. Now, FARMER PA PEABODY, 45, comes
out in his red flannels, carrying a lantern. Behind him is his wife, MA; their buxom 14 year
old DAUGHTER, and lively 11 year old son SHERMAN.
They approach the barn and cautiously enter through the rear doors.
29 INT. BARN — NIGHT 29
The Peabodys stare in open-mouthed astonishment:
The stainless steel vehicle faces them head on, headlight beams shining through the dust.
With its wheels buried in the straw and amber hazard lights blinking, it looks like a SPACE
The COWS in the barn don*t seem to care much, but Ma and Pa look up at the hole where
the roof caved in, then exchange an uneasy look.
What is it, Pa?
Looks like an airplane.. .without wings...
Airplane? It*s a flying saucer, Pa! From outer space!
The driver*s gull wing door rises slowly... just like a hatch.
Pa motions them all back. They watch expectantly, uneasily, with expressions of curiosity
mixed with fear.
Now Marty steps out, dazed — he*s in the radiation suit, and the HOOD IS DOWN, giving
him the appearance of an alien!
Ma SCREAMS and faints!
Run, children! Run for your lives!
They all run like hell out of the barn!
Marty takes a few steps, then removes the hood.
Hey! Hello? Where am I?
Marty looks around. The cows in the barn just chew their cud.
Marty shakes his head, then steps out the barn door.
30 EXT. BARNYARD — NIGHT 30
Marty steps out into the barnyard.
Excuse me! Anybody here?
PA busts out of the farmhouse with a double-barreled shotgun. Sherman is right behind
him, with something rolled up in his hand.
Look, Pa — it*s already mutated into human form! Shoot it!
Pa raises his shotgun and FIRES!
Buckshot cracks into the barn wall behind Marty.
Take that, you mutated son-of-a-bitch!
He squeezes off the second barrel!
Shot explodes in the dirt near Marty*s feet! He dashes back into the barn!
Pa breaks the gun and reloads, then moves cautiously toward the barn. Just as he*s about
to enter, the DELOREAN THUNDERS OUT!
Pa Peabody jumps back!
The car spins around in the barnyard, and smashes through a white picket fence
surrounding 2 NEWLY PLANTED PINE TREES IN A LINE, just like on the sign at “TWIN *
PINES MALL.” The DeLorean takes out one of the small trees, then finds the dirt access *
road and ROARS AWAY.
You space bastard! You killed one of my pines!
Pa FIRES both barrels at the departing vehicle, then runs over to his “pine grove.”
Now I only got one.
Now he looks up and sees Ma coming out of the barn. She*s dazed, rubbing her head.
Ma! Are you all right!
Sherman runs over, terrified, with a rolled up something in his hand.
Pa! No! Don*t go near her! She*s a zombie! She*s got no more free will! The
spaceman took over her brain!
What the hell are you talking*, boy?
Read this! It*s all right here!
Sherman shows him his WEIRD SCIENCE COMIC BOOK: On the cover is a space ship
that resembles a 50*s version of the DeLorean. An alien is stepping out who looks
something like Marty in the radiation suit, and he appears to have enslaved several human
females. The title of the story is “Space Zombies From Pluto.”
Pa looks at it, then glances over at his wife with trepidation.
31 EXT. THE DELOREAN — MORNING 31
tears along the dirt road and out onto the MAIN (PAVED)ROAD.
32 OMITTED 32*
33 EXT. STREET — DAY 33
The DeLorean pulls into frame and stops. Marty*s gull wing door opens, revealing Marty*s
shocked expression as he sees
34 HIS OWN HOUSE — (MATTE PAINTING) 34
BRAND NEW, freshly painted — a MODEL HOME, complete with colored pennants and
“model home” signs... without any landscaping.
Next to it is a LARGE SIGN with an artist*s rendering of an idyllic home, nestled between
magnificent oak trees, with a proud family of four beside their Cadillac. Below, in big block
letters: “Live in the home of tomorrow...today! Lyon Estates, scheduled completion, This
Beyond it is vacant land, with some of it graded for construction. There are a few
foundations and perhaps a wood frame or two... and the familiar high tension wires.
35 MARTY 35
is in shock. He looks at the dashboard readouts.
36 INSERT — DASHBOARD L.E.D. 36
The date on the “Destination time” is Saturday, 3-19-1955, 5:35 a.m.... and that matches
the date on “Present time.” (“Last Time Departed” is 10—5 1985, 1:11 a.m.)
Below, the “Plutonium Chamber” light flashes “EMPTY.”
1955? 1 don*t believe it!
37 He turns on the car radio and tunes in a newscast. 37
...and President Eisenhower predicted that 1955 would see an increase in
Marty spots a page of discarded NEWSPAPER on the sidewalk in front of his house-to-be. *
He gets out of the car and picks it up.
38 INSERT — NEWSPAPER 38
The date is March 18, 1955
39 MARTY 39
This is definitely not my day.
On the back of the newspaper is an AUTOMOBILE ADVERTISEMENT with a picture of a
“new” 1955 Studebaker. The copy clearly says “YOU*LL BE NOTICED driving the car of
the future — the All New 1955 Studebaker.”
Marty looks at the DeLorean, looks again at the ad copy, then looks at the garage door of
He tries to open the garage door: it *s locked.
Then he reaches in his pocket and pulls out his KEYS. He tries one in the garage lock. It
works! Marty smiles and opens the garage door.
40 ANGLE ON THE OPEN GARAGE — DAY 40*
The DeLorean backs into the garage. *
Marty is about to turn off the car when he hears the RADIO DJ from the car radio. *
And now, one of the top records of the week...
Marty turns up the volume: he wants to hear this. “Papa Loves Mambo” by Perry Como
starts playing. Marty can*t believe what he is hearing. He shakes his head.
This is not a good year.
MUSIC BECOMES SCORE AND CONTINUES OVER NEXT SEQUENCE.
41 EXT. STREET IN FRONT OF MARTY*S (MODEL) HOME — MATTE SHOT — DAY 41*
MARTY walks down the street toward Hill Valley. He*s out of the radiation suit and in his *
street clothes. *
42 EXT. HILL VALLEY TOWN SQUARE — DAY 42
The town square is immediately recognizable because the courthouse clock tower is now
working. In 1955, the town square is a healthy, vibrant center of commerce. The same
buildings are well kept and clean, and the street bustles with Saturday morning activity.
THE MOVIE THEATER is now playing “Cattle Queen of Montana” starring Barbara
Stanwyck and Ronald Reagan.
THE TOYOTA DEALERSHIP is now a STUDEBAKER DEALERSHIP selling new 1955 *
AN APPLIANCE STORE is selling “modern” small appliances.
A WOMAN *S STORE displays tie latest fashions.
A TRAVEL AGENCY advertises “Fabulous Vacations in Cuba.”
THE BANK has a round clock instead of the digital version of 1985. A sign in the window
promotes “Passbook Savings at 2-1/4%.”
A RECORD STORE displays the latest records and albums: Eddie Fisher, Perry Como, Pat
Boone. There is no Rock and Roll.
AN ELECTION POSTER: “Re-elect Mayor Frank ‘Red* Thomas. Honesty, Decency,
Integrity.” With the exception of the name and face, it *s the same as the “Goldie Wilson”
poster of 1985.
MARTY walks along tie street staring at the places and people. The people stare at him
too, particularly his green shoes.
The previously boarded up CAFÉ is now open for business. Marty notices a PUBLIC
TELEPHONE SIGN on the window: he*s got an idea. He enters.
A typical café/soda fountain of the period; 2 or 3 CUSTOMERS are at the counter.
Marty stares at the signs advertising menu items: Hamburger — 25 cents. Ham & Cheese
— 30 cents. Chocolate Sundae — 15 cents. A sign over the cigarette display says “All
Brands 20 cents.”
LOU, the counterman, spots Marty.
Lookin* for something, kid?
Uh, the telephone?
Lou points it out, in back: a phone booth.
44 MARTY 44
goes into the phone booth and flips through the directory.
45 INSERT — DIRECTORY 45
Marty*s finger comes to rest at “Brown, Emmett L. (Scientist).” 1640 Riverside Dr. HIllside *
46 MARTY 46
smiles — just what he was hoping for. The sign on the phone says “Local Calls — 5 cents.”
Marty digs out a nickel and dials the number. It rings...and rings... and rings. No answer.
He hangs up.
Not my day.
He rips the page out. *
Marty saunters out of the phone booth and takes a seat at the counter. A NERDY
LOOKING KID is seated nearby, sipping a soda and reading a comic book.
Marty looks at Lou, indicating the address on the phone book page. *
Can you tell me where 1640 Riverside— *
You gonna order something, kid? *
Uh, yeah. Gimme a Pepsi Free. *
Kid, if you want a Pepsi, you gotta pay for it.
No, a Pepsi Free — you know, diet soda?
Lou looks at him like he*s from another planet.
No, I don*t know.
Uh, well, just give me something to drink that doesn*t have sugar in it.
Lou gives him a look, then puts a cup of coffee in front of him. Marty looks at the bowl of
sugar cubes in front of him.
Have you got any Sweet ‘N Low?
Sweet and what?
(eyeing him suspiciously)
Say, kid, you*d better pay for this right now.
He pulls out his wallet and gives Lou a crisp, new 20 dollar bill. Lou*s eyes nearly fall out of
A 20? What do you think this is, a bank? I can*t break a 20 for a nickel cup
of coffee. (suddenly suspicious) Say, what*s a kid your age doing with a 20
dollar bill anyway?
Marty gulps, pulls a nickel out of his pocket and takes back his 20. Lou gives him a look,
then walks away.
Marty raises his coffee cup and just as he*s about to take a sip...
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.
Uh, hi, Biff, how*s it going?
Yes, the punk is BIFF TANNEN, aged 17! And the nerdy kid is GEORGE McFLY, also 17. *
Biff takes George*s soda and drinks it all. *
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.
You got my homework finished, McFly?
Well, no. I figured since it *s not due till Monday...
Biff knocks on George*s head.
Hello? Anybody home? Think, McFly, think! I*ve gotta have time to recopy it.
Do you realize what would happen if I turned in MY homework in YOUR
handwriting? I’d get kicked out of school!
(notices Marty staring at him)
What are you lookin’ at, dipshit?
Biff — get a load of his shoes. This dork thinks he*s a leprechaun — he
painted ‘em green!
They all laugh. Biff turns back to George.
So how about my homework, McFly?
Um, okay, Biff, I*ll do it tonight and bring it over first thing tomorrow.
Not too early — I sleep in on Sundays. Oh, hey, McFly — your shoe*s
(looks down, falls for it)
Biff hits him in the chin. He laughs loudly, as do his cronies... and they leave.
Marty, still in disbelief, turns to George.
I don*t believe it. You*re George McFly...?
Your birthday*s August 18th, and your mother*s name is Sylvia?
Uh-huh. Who are you?
I*m a relative of yours. A very distant relative.
A BLACK BUSBOY has been sweeping up in the background, making his way over. He
looks at George. As he talks, we see he has a gold front tooth — it*s GOLDIE WILSON,
Say, what do let that boy push you around for?
Well, uh, he*s bigger than me...
Stand tall, boy. Have some respect for yourself. You let people walk over
you now, they*ll be walkin* over you for the rest of your life. Look at me. You
think I*m gonna spend the rest of my life in this slophouse?
(has heard the remark)
Watch it, Goldie.
(he*s on a roll)
No, sir! I*m gonna make something of myself! I*m going to night school —
I*m gonna be somebody!
That*s right — he*s gonna be Mayor someday.
This is an idea that*s never occurred to Goldie.
Mayor? That*s a good idea! I could run for mayor!
George slips out as the conversation continues.
Ha! A colored mayor! That*ll be the day!
You wait and see, Mr. Carruthers. I*m gonna be mayor.
Just keep sweeping, Goldie.
Now Marty notices that George has left. He goes out after him.
“Mayor Goldie Wilson.” I like the sound of that.
48 EXT. — HILL VALLEY TOWN SQUARE 48
Marty looks around and sees GEORGE bicycling down the street.
George! Hey, George! I want to talk to you!
But George doesn*t hear him. He disappears around a corner.
Marty runs after him.
The homes evoke pleasant nostalgia: front porches and white picket fences.
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.
GEORGE focuses the binoculars.
50 GEORGE*S P.0.V. THRU BINOCULARS 50
of a NAKED GIRL in the 2nd story bedroom window, dressing. *
51 MARTY watches in disbelief as he realizes what George is doing. 51
He*s a peeping tom!
52 GEORGE*S P.O.V. 52
as the girl moves closer to the window.
53 GEORGE tries to move closer, but loses his balance — he tumbles into the street! 53
MARTY watches as George groans, then slowly tries to get up. Now a CAR comes from
around the corner.
George doesn*t see it, but Marty can see that it*s going to hit George.
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 car.
As Marty moves to avoid the car, the car swerves in the SAME DIRECTION — there*s a
screech of brakes, and the car hits Marty!
George, never one to get involved, grabs his bike and pedals off, leaving Marty lying in the
54 INT. DARKENED BEDROOM — NIGHT 54
MARTY is lying in bed, lit by ambient light from a doorway. FEMALE HANDS place a cold
compress on the bruise on his forehead. Marty groans and stirs.
Mom? Is that you?
Ssshhh. Everything*s going to be all right.
It sounds like his mother. He opens his eyes. All he can see is her silhouette.
God, what a horrible nightmare. I dreamt I went way back in time...
He starts to sit up.
Take it easy, now... you*ve been asleep for almost 9 hours. *
It was terrible. It was a terrible place to be. The music was awful — they *
didn*t have rock. The cars were ugly. My neighborhood hadn*t been built *
yet, and everything was so weird looking. *
Well, you*re safe and sound, back where you belong, in good old 1955.
She turns on the bedside lamp. It*s the same girl George was spying on, and Marty
recognizes her just as we do...
Oh my God. You*re — you*re my— my—
My name*s Lorraine. Lorraine Baines.
Marty stares at her for a long moment.
But — but you*re so thin!
Just relax, Calvin. You got quite a bruise on your head.
(looks under the blankets)
Uh... where are my pants?
Over there on the chair.
(notices the color of his underwear) *
I*ve never seen red underwear before, Calvin.
Marty covers himself up. *
Calvin? Why are you calling me Calvin?
Well, isn*t that your name — Calvin Klein? It*s written in your underwear.
Oh — I guess people call you Cal.
No, well, actually people call me Marty.
Well, I*m pleased to meet you, Marty.
She comes over and sits on the bed right next to him. She*s very interested in him.
Mind if I sit here?
Marty moves as far away as he can without falling off the bed. He holds the blanket tight
around his waist. She looks at him, fascinated.
That is quite a bruise there...
She gently strokes his bruised forehead... and then runs her hand through his hair. Marty
moves even further — and falls off the bed! He covers himself with the blankets.
Lorraine? Are you up there?
We hear FOOTSTEPS coming up the stairs.
It*s my mother! Quick, put your pants back on!
She throws him his pants. *
Marty takes a seat at the dinner table next to Lorraine as MRS. STELLA BAINES, 40 and
pregnant, makes the introductions to the KIDS. The chair at the head of the table is empty. *
That*s Milton, that*s Sally, that*s Toby...
MILTON, 12, wears a DAVY CROCKETT COONSKIN CAP; SALLY is 6, TOBY is 4.
...and next to you there in the playpen is little Joey.
Marty turns and looks with amazement at 11-month old JOEY rattling the bars of his
(whispers to him)
So you*re my Uncle Joey. Get used to those bars, kid.
Oh, yes, little Joey loves being in his pen. He actually cries when we take
him out, so we leave him in there all the time — it seems to make him
happy. Have some meat loaf, Marty.
She hands him a plate of MEAT LOAF. It looks like the same meat loaf he had for dinner in
1985... in fact, the whole dinner is the same!
(calls into the other room)
Sam, would you quit fiddling with that thing and come in here and eat?
Milton, don*t eat so fast!
Lorraine, you*re not eating enough. Have some mashed potatoes.
No thanks, Mom.
Now gruff SAM BAINES, 45, rolls in a brand new television, on a plywood dolly of his own
Look at this: it rolls. Now we can watch Jackie Gleason while we eat.
Sam fiddles with the rabbit ears and brings in a rather muddy image of a cigarette
56 ON TV 56
a SURGEON steps out of an operating room, lights up a cigarette, and turns to do a
DOCTOR (on TV)
After facing the tension of doing 3 lung operations in a row, I like to relax by
lighting up a “Sir Randolph.” I know its fine tobacco taste will soothe my
nerves and improve my circulation...
57 SAM 57
Look at that picture: crystal clear! Why would anybody want to go to the
movies when you can see this in your own home — free!
(to Marty, explaining)
Our first television set. Dad picked it up today. Do you have a television?
Uh... yeah... two of ‘em. *
Wow! You must be rich!
Milton, he*s teasing you. Nobody has two television sets. *
“The Honeymooners” has resumed — the classic “Man From Space” episode.
Hey, I*ve seen this one — this is a good one. This is where Ralph dresses
up as “the man from space.”
What do you mean, you*ve seen it? It*s brand new.
I saw it on a rerun.
What *s a rerun?
You*ll find out.
Quiet! I want to hear this!
Marty, I*d like to give your mother a call and let her know you*re all right.
(gives Lorraine a glance)
Uh, well, no — you can*t.
Uh — she*s out of town. With my Dad. *
(pulls out the phone book page) *
Could you tell me where Riverside Drive is?
Riverside? Sure, it*s on the east end of town, a block past Maple.
A block past Maple? But that*s Kennedy Drive.
That*s John F. Kennedy Drive.
Who in the world is John F. Kennedy?
(realizes the problem) *
Mother, with Marty*s parents out of town, don*t you think he should spend *
the night here? I*d hate for anything to happen to him with that bruise on his
She gives him a flirtatious smile.
Marty, Lorraine is right. You must spend the night. You*re our responsibility.
Uh, gee, I don*t know...
And he can sleep in my room.
UNDER THE TABLE, Lorraine puts her hand on Marty*s leg. Marty immediately jumps to
Uh, actually, I*ve really gotta be going... *
(he*s backing out, toward the front door)
So, thank you for everything, and I*ll see you all later. Much later.
He turns and hurries out of the house.
Lorraine sighs romantically.
58 OMITTED 58*
59 OMITTED 59*
The house at 1640 Riverside Drive is spectacular, the home of a very wealthy man. *
Marty ogles it as he walks up to the front door. He checks the address against the page he
ripped out of the phone book: it checks.
All the lights are on — a PARTY is going on inside. Marty rings the doorbell.
It*s answered by DR. BROWN, aged 35. Brown is dressed in evening clothes, and is *
flanked by TWO LOVELY GIRLS. *
Hiya, kid. Looking for somebody?
Uhhh, Dr. Brown — yeah, you ARE Dr. Brown... Boy, am I glad to see you. *
Do I know you, kid? *
Well, not exactly — that is, not yet. My name*s Marty — Marty McFly. Now *
what I*m about to say is going to sound incredible, but you*re the only man *
on earth who*ll believe it...
(he takes a deep breath)
I*m from the future.
Great sales pitch, kid — terrific. So what are you selling? Floor wax? *
No, I*m serious! You*ve gotta believe me! You*re the only one who can get *
me back home! *
Get you back home? Kid, I think you got me confused with the Wizard of Oz. *
Look, I can prove I*m from 1985! *
Marty pulls out his wallet and starts showing the contents to Brown. *
See this? My driver*s license — expires 1987. Look at my birthdate — I *
haven*t even been born yet.
(pulls out a 20 dollar bill)
Look at this money: “Series 1981.”
(pulls out a color snapshot)
Here*s a picture of me, my sister, and my brother. Look at her sweatshirt: it
says “Class of ‘84.”
Brown gives it all a cursory look, particularly the snapshot.
Oh, I get it — you*re selling trick film. This is great — it really looks like the *
guy*s got no head. Very clever. *
Brown hands it back to Marty. Marty looks at it. *
60-A INSERT — THE SNAPSHOT 60-A*
Sure enough, the image of Dave in the photo has no head. It*s not torn, or rubbed off —
the figure genuinely is headless.
60-B EXT. BROWN*S HOUSE — ON MARTY AND BROWN 60-B*
Marty stares at it, unable to figure it out.
I*d buy a roll, but I*m not much of a photographer.
Doctor Brown, this is no trick. I really am from the future.
Brown rolls his eyes.
Well then, tell me something, young man from the future: who*s the
president of the United States in 1985?
Brown and the girls burst out laughing.
That*s a good one! The kid *s a riot! A regular riot!
(pulls out his wallet)
Here*s 5 bucks, kid! Thanks for the laughs!
He hands Marty a five, then closes the door.
Marty sighs, then walks around the side of the house and looks in the window.
60-C MARTY*S P.O.V. THRU THE WINDOW — BROWN*S LIVING ROOM 60-C*
The PARTY is an eclectic collection of SOCIETY TYPES, COLLEGE TYPES, BEAT
GENERATION TYPES, and lots of attractive W OMEN.
Brown wanders over to the best looking WOMAN in the place. Brown whispers into her ear.
She responds by hitting him in the head with a BEER BOTTLE! Brown goes down, dazed.
She walks off in a huff.
Brown rubs his head... then his eyes open wide in the same crazed expression we *ve seen
Of course. Of course! It*s so obvious!
(jumps to his feet, shouts)
All right, the party*s over! Everybody go home! I have work to do!
The guests exchange looks.
Go home! Everybody out! I need quiet!
Some of the guests begin to leave.
60-D EXT. BROWN*S HOUSE — ON MARTY 60-D*
Marty realizes what has just happened. He gets an idea.
Thru OMITTED Thru*
64 INT. BROWN*S GARAGE/WORKSHOP — NIGHT 64
It*s a large closed garage, with a PACKARD CONVERTIBLE and a large work area, *
organized and well-kept. *
A clock shows the time is 12:45. *
BROWN is hunched over his workbench, furiously scribbling down notes and plans. He*s
disheveled — he*s been here for a while.
Brown *s DOG is sitting near its “bed.” The name on the dog dish is “COPERNICUS.”
Copernicus suddenly reacts to something...
MARTY appears at a partially open WINDOW. He opens it the rest of the way and climbs
Doc, listen, you gotta hear me out—
Get lost kid! I*m working! *
I know! And I know what you*re doing — you*re inventing time travel. It
came to you in a vision when you got hit over the head with that beer bottle.
And that thing you*re drawing is the T.F.C. — the Temporal Field Capacitor!
Brown is totally astonished.
My God. How did you know that?
I told you — I*m from the future.
With that, he walks over to the garage door and raises the overhead door, revealing THE
DELOREAN sitting there in the driveway.
Brown *s mouth falls open as he stares at it — and the mechanism visible through the open
gull wing door. He grabs the DRAWING he*s been working on and runs over to the
DeLorean to compare it.
It*s a DRAWING OF TIE T.F.C.! It matches the real thing perfectly.
The DeLorean is now in the garage; the garage door is closed. The 1985 suitcase is open,
and we can see its contents — clothes, toilet articles, and a CONAIR (battery) HAIR
MARTY is busily attaching the video camera into a 1953 model TV.
Okay, Doc. Take a look at this... *
Brown comes over and Marty rolls the tape he shot in the mall parking lot where Brown is
explaining the operation of the time machine.
Brown is amazed to see himself as a man of 65.
Why — that*s me! I*m an old man! Incredible! Thank God I*ve still got my
hair... baldness runs in my family, you know. But what on earth am I
A radiation suit!
Of course, because of all the fallout from the Atomic wars. And what*s that
thing around my neck?
I’m not even gonna ask.
66 ON TV 66
The part of the tape comes up about the Plutonium. We see the image of the Plutonium
cannister with old Dr. Brown next to it.
Plutonium? You mean this sucker*s nuclear?
Electrical. But I need a nuclear reaction to generate the 1.21 jigowatts of
electricity I need...
67 YOUNG BROWN is taken aback. 67
1.21 JIGOWATTS? Kid, you*re outta gas, going no place fast.
Look, I*m sure that in 1985, plutonium is available in any corner drug store.
But in 1955, it’s a little hard to come by. And unless you figure on driving out
into a nuclear test site while an A-bomb*s going off, I*m afraid you*re stuck
But isn*t there some other way to generate that kind of power?
1.21 jigowatts? Oh, sure. We can tie into Hoover Dam with a very long
cable. Or we build a turbine on the back of this thing and you can drive it
over Niagara Falls. Or you can drive across the country at 88 miles an hour
and hope that you get struck by a bolt of lightning.
Lightning! Hold the phone, Doc — check this out!
Marty pulls out the “Save the Clock Tower” flyer from his pocket (with it is the mysterious
“headless snapshot” we saw earlier). Marty shows the flyer to Brown.
68 INSERT — FLYER 68
It includes a photocopy of a NEWSPAPER ARTICLE, dated March 27, 1955, with a picture
of the clock tower stopped at 10:02.” The headline: “CLOCK TOWER STRUCK BY
LIGHTNING. CLOCK STOPPED AT 10:02.”
69 BACK TO SHOT 69
Brown reads it, nodding. He*s getting an idea.
Kid, if this is true, we just might be able to get your ass back to the future!
It*s totally insane, but it*s certainly no crazier than building a nuclear reactor
onto the back of a car... According to this, we know the exact moment
lightning will strike a specific spot — at 10:02 p.m. and 11 seconds on next
Saturday. All I have to do is rig up a conducting system that*ll channel the
lightning directly into the T.F.C. As long as you*re doing 88 miles an hour
when it happens... See you later, alligator.
But Marty isn*t paying attention. He*s looking at the snapshot again, and he*s quite
What *s wrong, kid?
I don*t know, but something weird is going on with this picture. My brother —
he*s fading out...
Lemme see that...
Brown studies it. He too reacts with concern.
70 INSERT — SNAPSHOT 70
Indeed, more of Dave has faded away — his neck is gone, along with part of his shoulders.
71 BACK TO SHOT 71
It looks like he*s being erased or something...
Erased from existence...
(to Marty, urgently)
Kid — we *ve gotta get you some new clothes!
Hill Valley High looks pretty much the same in 1955, but with a little less graffiti. There is
not much activity in front — school is in session.
BROWN*S PACKARD pulls up and DR. BROWN and MARTY get out.
Marty is now dressed in total 1955 period garb. He and Brown ascend the school steps.
Marty seems unsure, confused.
Are you sure about this?
Figure it out, kid. Your old man was supposed to get hit by your Grandpa*s
car, not you — therefore, you interfered in your parents* first meeting. If they
don*t meet, they don*t fall in love; if they don*t fall in love, they don*t get
married; if they don*t get married they don*t have kids. That*s why your
older brother*s fading out — he*s being erased from existence. He *s first,
since he*s the oldest. Your sister*ll be next... and then you... unless you
repair the damage by getting your folks back together. Once you introduce
‘em to each other, nature will take its course.
Marty pauses to check his reflection in the windowed door. He combs back his slicked
down hair in a ducktail, only to get a handful of “greasy kid stuff.”
I can*t believe you actually put this crap in your hair.
Come on kid, let*s get this over with.
Brown pulls him inside.
73 P.O.V. THRU A CLASSROOM DOOR 73
on the STUDENTS OF AN ORDINARY 1955 History class, taking a test. LORRAINE can
be clearly seen.
74 MARTY AND DR. BROWN are watching from the HALL. 74
(points her out to Brown)
That*s her — in the 2nd row... Jesus! She*s cheating!
75 THEIR P.O.V. OF 75
LORRAINE, copying an answer from the boy sitting next to her.
76 THE SCHOOL BELL RINGS in the hall. It*s passing period. 76
ANOTHER CLASSROOM DOOR opens and students head out for the next class.
GEORGE McFLY is one of them. His shirt tail is out, his hair is poorly combed, and papers
are practically falling out of his 3-ring binder.
MARTY AND DR. BROWN watch from down the hall.
So which one*s your father?
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. DR. BROW N shakes his
head at this pathetic sight.
Are you sure you*re not adopted?
Now a hand yanks George by the arm: MR. STRICKLAND — and he looks exactly the
same! Marty is amazed.
McFly! Shape up, man!
He pulls the sign off George*s shirt and shows it to him.
You*re a slacker! Do you want to be a slacker for the rest of your life?
George shakes his head unconvincingly.
Marty and Brown look down the hall in the opposite direction where
LORRAINE is at her locker, giggling with a girl friend.
ON MARTY AND BROWN
Looks like a match made in heaven.
My mom always said it was meant to be. I sure hope she*s right...
Marty takes a deep breath and starts walking toward George.
George! Hey, buddy, you*re just the guy I wanted to see! You remember me
— from Saturday? I saved your life, remember?
Listen, there*s somebody I want you to meet. C*mere...
He pulls him down the hall to Lorraine, who has her back to them.
Excuse me, Lorraine...
Calvin! I mean, Marty!
She*s so delighted to see Marty, she drops her books.
Oh, let me get those...
He picks up her books and gives them back to her. She*s totally infatuated.
Lorraine, I want to introduce you to someone. This is my good friend,
George McFly. George, this is Lorraine.
Hi. It*s really a pleasure to meet you.
Lorraine doesn*t pay George the slightest bit of attention. She only has eyes for Marty.
Oh, Marty, I was so worried about you running off like that the other night
with that bruise on your head. Is it all right?
The BELL RINGS.
I*m late. See you later.
She hurries off down the hall, joining a girl friend. They pass by Dr. Brown.
(to her friend)
Isn*t he a dreamboat?
George has run off in the opposite direction. Marty stands in the middle of the hall,
Brown joins him.
She didn*t even look at him!
Obviously, you being in the picture is a real distraction for her. You*ve got to
get him to ask her out on a date — so they can be alone together.
A date? What kinda date? I don*t know what kids do in the 50*s.
What do they do in the 80*s?
Sex and drugs and rock ‘n roll.
No comment, kid.
Brown notices a hand-painted banner in the hall announcing the “Enchantment Under The
Sea Dance” this Saturday night.
Look — there*s a dance coming up. Get him to take her to that.
Marty sees the sign and has a revelation.
That*s right! “Enchantment Under The Sea!” They*re SUPPOSED to go to
that dance — that*s where they kiss for the first time!
Well then, kid, you gotta make sure they go to that dance. Together.
77 OMITTED 77*
GEORGE is seated at a table, having lunch and writing furiously. He has a copy of *
AMAZING STORIES SCIENCE FICTION MAGAZINE with his books. *
MARTY comes over and sits down next to him. *
Hi, George. What are you writing? *
Yeah? What kind of stories? *
Science fiction stories... about space travel... and visitors from other planets *
coming to earth. *
I never knew you did anything creative. How about letting me read one of *
Oh, no. I never let anybody read my stories. *
How come? *
What if they didn*t like ‘em? What if they told me I was not good? I couldn*t *
take that kind of rejection. *
Marty’s having a bad case of deja vu. *
My father*s always telling me that if I never let anyone read my work, I*ll *
have no future as a writer. I know he*s right... but I guess that*s just the way *
I am. *
(a beat) *
This must be pretty hard for you to understand, huh? *
No, George, it *s not that hard at all. *
There is a long moment as Marty looks at George in a new light... and sees himself. *
Listen, George, you know that girl I introduced you to? Lorraine? She really *
likes you. And I think you should ask her to the “Enchantment Under The *
Sea” dance. I think you*d have a great time with her. *
Well, I really couldn*t ask her. *
Why not? *
What if she says “no?” I*d hate to be rejected. *
Marty is starting to get exasperated.
George, I*m telling you, if you don*t ask Lorraine to that dance, you*re
gonna regret it for the rest of your life... and I*m gonna regret if for the rest
Well, it *s not like I don*t want to... It*s just that I kinda think she*d rather go
out with somebody else.
Marty looks and reacts with horror
AT ANOTHER TABLE
BIFF is trying to put his hands on LORRAINE. She*s trying to push him away.
Quit pawing me, Biff! Leave me alone.
Come on, Lorraine, You want it, you know you want it, and you know you
want me to give it to you.
Shut your filthy mouth! I*m not that kinda girl!
Maybe you are and you just don*t know it yet.
Get your hands off me!
But Biff persists.
She said to get your hands off her.
Biff turns to find himself facing Marty.
What *s it to you, dipshit? You know, you*ve been looking for—
MR. STRICKLAND approaches behind Marty. Biff sees him and plays it cool.
Since you*re new here, I*ll give you a break. Today. But if you don*t shape
up, I*m shippin* you out.
Biff walks off.
Lorraine looks at Marty and sighs with infatuation.
Oh, Marty, that was wonderful! Thank you.
Oh, yeah. You*re welcome.
78-A INT. BROWN*S LIVING ROOM — DAY 78-A*
Marty is on the phone. *
What do you mean, She*s not your type? It*s destiny, George. You and *
Lorraine are meant for each other. *
(pause, listens) *
Look, I*ll give you 20 dollars if you take her to that dance. 20 whole dollars. *
(sighs, disappointed) *
Okay, George. I*ll see you tomorrow. *
Marty hangs up, exasperated. He pulls out the snapshot again. *
78-B INSERT — SNAPSHOT 78-B*
All that*s left of Dave are his feet! *
78-C MARTY reacts uneasily. 78-C*
Thru 0MITTED Thru*
Brown is fiddling with the video camera, playing the end section of the mail tape over his *
TV set. Brown seems particularly curious about what happens at the end, why it cuts off so *
MARTY enters as the tape reaches the end...
83 ON TV 83
OLD BROWN reacts to the dog barking.
What is it, Einie?
(reacting with horror)
Oh, no, they found me! I don*t know how—
The tape ends abruptly.
84 MARTY reacts with pain, remembering what followed. 84
Brown turns, surprised that Marty has been watching. *
Oh, hi, kid.
(indicates video camera)
Fascinating device, this camera. I can*t believe it*s made in Japan.
Doc, there*s something I haven*t told you about what happens... (gulps)
...on the night we make that tape...
Hold it right there, kid. Don*t tell me anything, I don*t want to take any more
chances of screwing up the space-time Continuum. No man should know
too much about his own destiny. If I know too much about the future, I could
endanger my own existence. Besides, I*ve always hated fortune tellers.
And speaking of endangered species, how did it go today with your pop?
Terrible. He just doesn*t want to go out with my mom. I tried everything. I
reasoned with him, begged him, pleaded with him, yelled at him... I even
tried bribing him. The only thing I haven*t tried is scaring him—
Marty stops short. He*s getting an idea...
85 EXT. GEORGE*S HOUSE — NIGHT 85
All is quiet; the house is dark.
86 INT. GEORGE*S BEDROOM 86
Close ON A CLOCK on the nightstand. It*s almost 1:30. We PAN OVER to GEORGE*S
FACE. He*s sleeping soundly, in bed.
Now a PAIR OF GLOVED HANDS place FEATHERWEIGHT HEADPHONES on George*s
ears. George doesn*t stir.
THE HANDS now insert a cassette tape labeled “VAN HALEN” into a Walkman. A finger
dials the volume level to “10,” then presses “PLAY.”
GEORGE AWAKENS SCREAMING! He opens his eyes and reacts in further terror: He
sees A FRIGHTENING YELLOW MONSTER... Marty, in full radiation suit... at the foot of
Marty turns off the music. When he talks, his voice is distorted through the mouth filter in
the hood. An open window indicates how Marty got in.
Who — who are you?
(imitating Darth Vader)
My name is Darth Vader. I am an extra-terrestrial from the planet Vulcan.
I must be dreaming...
This is no dream! You are having a Close Encounter of the Third Kind! You
have reached the Outer Limits of the Twilight Zone!
George throws off the covers, but Marty pulls the portable hair dryer (from Brown *s
suitcase) out of his belt like a gun. He fires a blast of heat at George.
Silence! My heat ray will vaporize you if you do not obey me!
George raises his hands in surrender.
All right! I surrender! Turn it off!
Marty lowers it. Now his digital watch alarm begins BEEPING. Marty raises his wrist as if it
were a radio.
Silence! I am receiving a transmission from the Battlestar Galactica!
(after several more beeps)
You, George McFly, have created a rift in the space-time continuum. The
Supreme Klingon hereby commands you to take the female earth-person
called “Baines Lorraine” to the location known to you as Hill Valley High
School exactly 4 earth cycles from now — Saturday night in your language.
You mean, take Lorraine to the dance?
But I don*t know if I*ll be able—
Marty turns on the Walkman again. George SCREAMS!
Turn if off! Please, turn it off!
Marty turns it off.
Insolent Earthling! Do you wish me to melt your brain?
No! Please! I*m sorry, I*ll do it! I*ll take her to the dance — but please don*t
turn that noise on again.
Very good, Earthling. You will tell no one of this visit. Now, close your eyes,
and see me no more....
George closes his eyes.
Marty holds a vial under George*s nose and George passes out. Marty removes the
featherweight headphones from George*s head, takes off his hood, and goes back out the
87 EXT. GEORGE*S HOUSE — NIGHT 87
Marty climbs down a trellis and jumps down into Dr. Brown*s waiting Packard convertible. *
How*d it go?
Great! That chloroform sure put him out — I hope I didn’t overdo it.