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Marty rushed to the car, then went back inside the school bathroom to change.

"Damn!" Marty yelled as he fell to the ground, trying to put his jeans back on fast.

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"Damn, where is that kid?" Doc asked impatiently to himself.

"Damn!"

"Damn, damn!" Doc continued cursing.

Then he saw Marty with his car coming up. "You're late! Do you have no concept of time?!" Doc hollered to Marty.

"Hey, c'mon I have to change! Do you think I'm going back in that, that zoot suit!" Marty argued. "The old man really came through, it worked!" Marty exclaimed happily, changing the subject.

"What?" Doc asked.

"He laid out Biff in one punch! I never knew he had it in him! He never stood up to Biff in his life!" Marty said overjoyed.

"Great Scott, in those past 30 to how many years, he never stood up to him?!" Doc thought wildly.

"Never?!" Doc blurted.

"No, why what's the matter?" Marty asked.

Doc shook his head and went on to explain.

"All right, let's set your destination time. This is the exact time you left. I'm gonna send you back at exactly the same time. It'll be like you never left. Now, I painted a white line on the street way over there, that's where you start from. I've calculated the distance and wind resistance retroactive from the moment the lightning strikes, at exactly 7 minutes and 22 seconds. When this alarm goes off you hit the gas." Doc explained precisely.

"Right." Marty replied, trying to get all that information into his head.

Doc nodded his head, smiled, and said, "Well, I guess that's everything."

"Thanks."

"Thank you. In about 30 years?" Doc asked.

"I hope so." Marty replied, as he knew that Doc would get shot.

"Don't worry. As long as you hit that wire with the connecting hook at precisely 88 miles per hour, the instance the lightning strikes the tower, everything will be fine."

Marty nodded his head. "Right."

"Just hope so." Marty thought.

Then Doc felt something in his pocket, and took out a letter. "What's the meaning of this?!" he asked angrily.

"You'll find out in 30 years."

"It's about the future, isn't it?!" Doc continued.

"Wait a minute!"

"It's information about the future, isn't it? I've warned you about this kid! The consequences could be disastrous!"

"That's a risk you'll have to take! Your life depends on it!" Marty explained melodramatically.

"No! I refuse to accept the responsibility!" Doc refused angrily, as he started ripping it up.

"In that case, I'll tell you straight up!" Marty started, and at that moment, the cable and the rope disconnected from the intensity of the wind and lightning.

"Great Scott! You get the cable, and I'll throw the rope down to you!"

"Right! I got it."

"Ahh!" Doc yelled.

"Doc!"

"C'mon, c'mon let's go." Doc said.

"Alright, take it up, go."

As soon as Doc got a grip of the cable, Marty decided to tell Doc what he was supposed to read.

"Doc!"

"Huh?"

"I have to tell you about the future!"

"Huhh?!"

"I have to tell you about the future!"

The clock tower bell rang, indicating that it was 10:00.

"Ahh!" Doc yelled, mainly because the bell was loud and he was right next to it.

"On the night I go back, you get..." Marty started.

Then Doc slipped and broke off a piece of the ledge.

"Doc!" Marty called.

"Go, go!" Doc rushed.

"No, Doc!"

"Look at the time, you've got less than 5 minutes! Hurry!"

Then Marty ran to the DeLorean and drove up to where Doc had told him.

As soon as he got there, he was frustrated.

" Damn it Doc, why did you have to tear up that letter? If only I had more time...wait a minute, I got all the time I want! I got a time machine! I'll just go back early and warn him. 10 minutes ought to do it."

Contented, Marty started to do a check.

"Time circuits on, flux capacitor...fluxing, engine running, All right! No, no, no, no, no, c'mon, c'mon!"

Then at that moment, the DeLorean shut down.

"No." Marty mumbled.

Meanwhile, Doc was still on the ledge near the clock.

"Whoa!"

Then it came apart again.

"Ahh!"

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"C'mon, c'mon, here we go, this time. Please, please, c'mon!"

Then the alarm rang.

Frustrated, he hit the steering wheel with his head and it worked.

Overwhelmed and perplexed, he immediately drove, reaching 88 miles per hour.

"Doc!" Marty yelled, as it was almost 10:04.

As the connecting hook and the DeLorean drove close to the wire, Doc slid by the rope and connected the cable and wire.

The lightning struck the clock tower, and sent at least 1.21 gigowatts into the flux capacitor, thus helping Marty go back to 1985.

Overjoyed that this was the first experiment that had worked, Doc ran to wear the DeLorean had left, and started cheering.

"Yooo!!"