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Go. On your own or at the end of a rope, your choice.

Not a hard choice.

I was gonna leave. Lose myself in the swamp forever.

What stopped you?

The thought of never seeing you again.

Well, I guess, that's another thing we have in common.

With a name like yours, you're gonna feel right at home.

Prison? In America? A retirement home. If I go to prison at all.

You think you're gonna walk?

You are a homeless drifter wanted for murder. Meanwhile, I am an old man in the wrong place at the wrong time. Thanks to you, who is left to say otherwise? Who?

It's your last chance to walk away.

Are you kidding? It's five against one.

It's three against one.

How do you figure?

Well, once I take out the leader, which is you, I'll have to contend with one or two enthusiastic wingmen. The last two guys, they always run.

Level with me... did we suck?

I don't know... did you?

...she has to go. She knows we suck.

Is Scott here?

Uh, you know what?

[Scott dives through a window behind Wallis]

He just left.

Really?

Yeah.

[Scott reaches through the window and grabs his jacket]

Sorry.

[Scott runs away behind Knives]

Is it 1358 yet?

[puzzled] No.

Then fuck off.

I don't like your attitude. I'm going to have to ask you to leave.

Attitude? I'll show you attitude!

Wait! Help me! He's trapped! You can't leave him like this! Please!

You killed innocent people. You ask the sea for mercy.

Do you love him?

Pardon me?

Do you love him?

Well, you're being very rude. You shouldn't be asking me this.

Well, it's a simple question. Do you love the guy or not?

This is not a suitable conversation.

Why can't you just answer the question?

This is absurd. I don't know you and you don't know me and we are not having this conversation at all. You are rude and uncouth, and presumptuous, and I am leaving now. Jack... Mister Dawson, it's been a pleasure. I've sought you out to thank you, and now I have thanked you.

And even insulted me.

Well, you deserved it.

Right.

Right.

I thought you were leaving.

I am. You are so annoying.

Ha, ha.

Wait, I don't have to leave, this is my part of the ship. You leave.

Oh ho, ho, well well well, now who's being rude?

What about the others?

...What others?

The ones that want out.

Obviously they will be freed.

I have your word?

What do you think I am? Human?

Marty, I've made a decision. I'm not going with you tomorrow. I'm staying here.

What are you talking about?

There's no point in denying it. I'm in love with Clara.

Oh, man. We don't belong here! Neither one of us!

Why don't you make like a tree and get out of here?

It's 'leave', you idiot! 'Make like a tree, and leave'. You sound like a fool when you say it wrong.

All right then, leave! And take your book with you!

What about Jennifer? What about Einstein? We can't leave them.

Don't worry, Marty. Assuming we succeed in our mission, this alternate 1985 will be changed into the real 1985, instantaneously transforming around Jennifer and Einie. Jennifer and Einie will be fine. They'll have no memory of this horrible place.

Doc... what if we don't succeed?

We must succeed.

You know, Marty, I'm gonna be very sad to see you go. You've made a difference in my life, given me something to shoot for. Just knowing that I'm going to be around to see 1985. That I'm gonna succeed in this!

[gestures at time machine]

That I'm gonna have a chance to travel through time!

[Marty looks solemn, knowing that Doc is destined to be murdered before he gets to use the time machine himself]

It's gonna be hard waiting 30 years to talk to you about everything that's happened in the past few days. I'm really gonna miss you, Marty.

I'm gonna miss you. Doc, about the future...

No! We've agreed that information about the future can be extremely dangerous. Even if your intentions are good, it can backfire drastically! Whatever you've got to tell me, I'll find out through the natural course of time.