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Marty felt more than a little bit nervous, as he followed Jennifer over to Doc's home. After Marty and Jennifer headed up to Doc's home, Marty then knocked on Doc's door. When Doc had answered, he was wearing something on his head - which was apparently one of his inventions. Marty also noticed a bruise on Doc's head, which was, almost without a doubt, a result of him falling off the toilet as he was hanging a clock.
'Doc?' Marty asked, somewhat nervously. After all, this was not the same Doc that he knew from 1985.
'Don't say a word,' Doc instructed, as he pushed Marty inside, and he placed a suction cup on Marty's forehead.
Jennifer just waited outside, as she was a little nervous of this era's version of Doc.
'Doc,' Marty repeated, somewhat insistently.
'I don't wanna know your name,' insisted Doc, 'I don't wanna know anything about you.'
'Listen, Doc,' Marty pleaded.
'Quiet,' ordered Doc.
'Doc, Doc,' insisted Marty, 'it's me, Marty.'
'Don't tell me anything,' commanded Doc.
'Doc, you gotta help...' pleaded Marty. Things have never seemed so hopeless before.
'Quiet, quiet,' insisted Doc, 'I'm gonna read your thoughts. Let's see now, you've come from a great distance?'
'Yeah, exactly,' replied Marty.
'Don't tell me!' instructed Doc. 'Uh, you want me to buy a subscription to the Saturday Evening Post?'
'No,' said Marty, as he felt a bit frustrated.
'Not a word,' insisted Doc. 'Not a word. Not a word, now. Quiet. Uh, donations. You want me to make a donation to the coast guard youth auxiliary?'
'Doc, I'm from the future,' explained Marty, as he pulled the suction cup off his forehead. '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?' Doc asked, feigning astonishment. Then, turning angry, he shouted, 'It means that this damn thing doesn't work at all!' Doc then took off his invention and put it away.
'Doc, you gotta help me,' Marty pleaded, in desparation. 'You're the only one who knows how your time machine works.'
'Time machine,' Doc muttered. 'I haven't invented any time machine.'
'Okay, all right,' Marty insisted, 'I'll prove it to you.' Marty then pulled out his wallet, and he showed Doc his driver's licence. 'Look at my driver's licence, 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.' Marty then showed Doc a picture of him, Dave and Linda. Linda was wearing a class of '84 sweatshirt. The top of Dave's head was also missing, although Marty hadn't noticed. 'Look at the sweatshirt, Doc, class of 1984!'
Doc then looked at the picture, and he muttered, 'Pretty mediocre photographic fakery. They cut off your brother's hair.'
'I'm telling the truth, Doc,' pleaded Marty, as he was on the verge of tears. 'You gotta believe me.'
'So tell me, Future Boy,' said Doc, chuckling derisively, 'who's President of the United States in 1985?'
'Ronald Reagan,' Marty said, confidently, as he put his hand onto Doc's shoulder.
'Ronald Reagan, the actor?' Doc asked, incredulously. 'Then who's Vice President? Jerry Lewis?' Doc then grabbed some items and went out to his garage. Marty and Jennifer both followed him. 'I suppose Jane Wyman is the First Lady,' Doc continued, sarcastically.
'Whoa, Doc, wait,' pleaded Marty. Marty felt like crying. What if he never got Doc to believe him, and he was trapped in the past forever?
'And Jack Benny is Secretary of the Treasury,' Doc added, sarcastically.
'Look,' pleaded Marty, with desparation, 'you gotta listen to me.'
'I've had enough practical jokes for one evening,' insisted Doc. 'Good night, Future Boy!' Doc then closed the garage door beside him.
Marty then had an inspiration. He told Doc, '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 is what makes time travel possible.'
Doc then opened the door, and he stared at Marty with amazement. He had no choice but to believe Marty.
'Great Scott!' gasped Doc. 'I guess you are telling the truth after all. Why don't you show me where the time machine is? By the way, who are you? I think you told me before, but I didn't quite catch that.'
Marty swallowed. He figured it was okay to tell Doc their real names. 'I'm Marty McFly,' explained Marty, 'and this is my girlfriend, Jennifer Parker.'
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After about fifteen minutes, Marty and Jennifer had been able to show Doc where he had placed the time machine.
'Something's wrong with the starter, so I hid it,' explained Marty.
'It took us about a couple of hours to walk into town.' added Jennifer.
'After I fell off my toilet, I drew this,' explained Doc, as he showed Marty and Jennifer his drawing of the flux capacitor.
'Flux capacitor,' said Marty, giving Doc one more proof that he and Jennifer were time travellers. Marty then showed Doc the real flux capacitor from inside the DeLorean.
'It works! Ha, ha, ha, ha! It works!' Doc shrieked, obviously excited. 'I finally invent something that works!'
'Bet your ass it works,' mumbled Marty.
'Well, now we gotta sneak this back into my laboratory,' explained Doc. 'We've gotta get you home!'
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'Okay, Doc,' called out Marty, excitedly - as the three of them had returned to Doc's lab. 'This is it.'
The video began to play, and Doc on the video was saying, 'Never mind that. Never mind that now.'
'Why that's me!' gasped Doc. 'Look at me, I'm an old man!'
Doc on the video was saying, 'Good evening, I'm Dr. Emmett Brown. I'm standing here on the parking lot of Twin Pines Mall. It's Saturday morning, October 26, 1985...'
'Thank God, I still got my hair,' remarked Doc. 'What on earth is that thing I'm wearing?'
'Well, that's a radiation suit,' responded Marty, as he began to fast forward the video.
'Radiation suit?' muttered Doc. 'Of course, 'cause of all of the fall out from the atomic wars. This is truly amazing, a portable television studio. No wonder your president has to be an actor - he's gotta look good on television.'
'Whoa, this is it,' exclaimed Marty. 'This is the part coming up, Doc.'
'No, no, no, this sucker's electrical,' Doc was saying in the video, 'but I need a nuclear reaction to generate the 1.21 gigawatts of electricity...'
'What did I just say?' Doc asked, stunned.
Marty rewound the tape, and the Doc on the video said, 'No, no, no, this sucker's electrical - but I need a nuclear reaction to generate the 1.21 gigawatts of electricity that I need.'
'1.21 gigawatts?' Doc cried out, in desparation. '1.21 gigawatts! Great Scott!'
'What the hell is a gigawatt?' cried out Marty.
'Yeah, what's going on, Doc?' asked Jennifer, stunned. 'I don't know what a gigawatt is, either. That's, like, a thousand watts, no?'
Doc ran over to his portraits, and he shouted, 'How could I have been so careless? 1.21 gigawatts! Tom, how am I gonna generate that kind of power? It can't be done! It can't!'
'Doc, look,' pleaded Marty, trying hard not to cry, 'all we need is a little plutonium!'
'I'm sure that in 1985, plutonium is available at every corner drug store,' Doc said, sarcastically, 'but in 1955, it's a little hard to come by. Marty, I'm sorry, but I'm afraid you and Jennifer are stuck here.'
'Whoa, whoa, Doc! Stuck here?' cried out Marty. 'I can't be stuck here! I got a life in 1985!'
'Yeah, we have friends and family in 1985,' added Jennifer. 'They would miss us, if we were stuck here - and we would miss them, too. Heck, we'll be thirty years older by the time 1985 comes around.'
'Yeah, Doc,' agreed Marty, 'nobody would recognize us. Now to mention that we might run into our younger selves between 1968 and 1985.'
'Anyway, Doc,' pleaded Jennifer, 'you're our only hope. I guess this isn't a bad time period to visit, but I would hate to be stuck here. I'm not used to this era. We don't belong here.'
'We have no hard rock music in this era, after all,' added Marty.
'Hard rock music?' Doc asked, confused. 'I'm sorry, kids, but the only power source capable of generating 1.21 gigawatts of electricity is a bolt of lightning.'
Marty then realized something, as he asked, 'What did you say?'
'A bolt of lightning,' replied Doc. 'Unfortunately, you never know when or where it's ever gonna strike.'
Marty then searched for the flyer that the woman from the Hill Valley Preservation Society had given him, and he handed it to Doc, saying, 'We do, now.'
Doc then examined the flyer, as he was walking around. He then exclaimed, 'This is it. This is the answer. It says here that a bolt of lightning is gonna strike the clock tower precisely at 10:04 PM next Saturday night. If we could somehow harness this bolt of lightning, channel it into the flux capacitor, it just might work. Next Saturday night, we're sending you two back to the future.'
'Okay! All right!' exclaimed Marty. 'Saturday is good. Saturday's good. We could spend a week in 1955. We could hang out, you could show us around.'
'Yeah, I would like to see what life in 1955 is like,' added Jennifer. 'We just don't want to be such here. Maybe we could catch some old flicks or something.'
'Kids, that's completely out of the question,' insisted Doc. 'You must not leave this house. You must not see anybody or talk to anybody. Anything you do could have serious replications on future events. Do you understand?'
'Yeah, sure, okay,' mumbled Marty.
'Well, hey, look on the positive side,' Jennifer said, excitedly. 'Marty, we'll have this whole week to ourselves. We won't have to go to school - and, when we return to 1985, nobody will ever know about this little vacation that we took. This will remain our little secret. Won't that be exciting, Marty?'
'Well, now that you put it that way,' Marty said, smiling. He was about to lean over to kiss his girlfriend, when Doc jolted them back to reality.
'Kids,' asked Doc, 'have you interacted with anybody else today, besides me?'
'Um, yeah,' mumbled Marty, 'well, I might have sort of ran into my parents.'
'We also ran into a jerk named Biff Tannen,' added Jennifer.
'Great Scott!' gasped Doc. Then, as he realised something, Doc said, 'Let me see that photograph again of your brother.' After Marty handed Doc the picture, Doc said, 'Just as I thought, this proves my theory, look at your brother.'
Marty noticed the her older brother, Dave's, head was vanishing. 'His head's gone,' breathed Marty. 'It's like it's been erased.'
'Erased from existence,' clarified Doc. 'Marty, we will have to do something to rectify this problem. Tomorrow, we shall go to school, and you show me what your parents look like, okay?'
'Yeah, I will, Doc,' Marty said, as he was a bit nervous.
'So, what about you, Jennifer?' asked Doc. 'You didn't run into your parents, too, did you?'
'Uh, no, I haven't,' replied Jennifer. 'Neither of my parents moved to Hill Valley until the '60s. Lorraine seems to really like me - which is a little ironic, considering that she didn't like me in 1985. Maybe I can try to convince Lorraine to ask George out - while Marty can take care of George. Between the two of us, this could be a cinch.'
'I hope so,' replied Marty, as he felt a bit uncertain. 'Lorraine seems like a nice enough person, but that's no guarantee that we could get her to fall in love with George. I might have to convince my dad to gain some courage, which could be a real chore. I mean, I've tried many times to convince him to stand up to Biff Tannen - but he always says that he's not very good at confrontations.'
'Please try not to fret, Marty,' Jennifer said, softly. 'We'll come up with something. Of that, I'm pretty sure.'
Marty smiled at his girlfriend, gratefully. He really had to admire her optimism.
