Назад в будущее

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 paint it.

[reveals intricate tabletop model of the town square]

[impressed] It's good.

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

[startled] What did you say?

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

We do now.

[grabbing the bottle from Lorraine] Lorraine! Lorraine, what are you doing?

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

Yeah, well, you shouldn't drink.

Why not?

Because you... You might regret it later in life.

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

[Marty notices Lorraine lighting a cigarette]

[nauseatingly] Jeez! You smoke, too?

Marty, you're beginning to sound just like my mother.

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

Sounds heavy.

Weight has nothing to do with it.

See you in about 30 years.

I hope so.

This is it! This is the answer. It says here that a bolt of lightning is going to strike the clock tower at precisely 10:04 p.m. next Saturday night! If... If we could somehow harness this lightning... channel it into the flux capacitor... it just might work. Next Saturday night, we're sending you back to the future!

What's this thing I'm wearing?

Ah, this, this is a radiation suit.

Radiation suit? Of course. 'Cause of all the fallout from the atomic wars.

Are those my clocks I hear?

Yeah, it's 8:00.

Perfect! My experiment worked! They're all exactly 25 minutes slow!

Wait a minute - wait a minute, Doc... are you telling me that it's 8:25?

Precisely.

Damn! I'm late for school!

Hey, McFly! I thought I told you never to come in here.

Then how am I supposed to ever meet anybody?

Well, it'll just happen. Like the way I met your father.

That was so stupid! Grandpa hit him with the car.

It was meant to be.

Marty, will we ever see you again?

I guarantee it.

You've got to get your father and mother to interact in some sort of social...

Wh-what? You mean like a date?

Right!

What kind of date? I don't know. What do kids do in the '50s?

Well, they're your parents. You must know them. What are their common interests? What do they like to do together?

Nothing.

You want me to make a donation to the Coastguard Youth Auxilliary?

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

My God. Do you know what this means?

[Significant pause]

It means that this damn thing doesn't work at all!

All we need is a little plutonium.

I'm sure that in 1985, plutonium is available in every corner drugstore, but in 1955, it's a little hard to come by.

Ah, Jesus Christ! Jesus Christ, Doc, 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.