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- (Doc's House)
- (Instead of living in his small workshop, Doc now lives in a very large house. Marty knocks on the door. As he turns his back, waiting for Doc to answer the door, the door opens a crack and Doc peaks out. When Marty turns Doc slams the door shut.)
- Marty: Doc?
- (Doc opens the door fully now. He's got some strange contraption on his head. He pulls Marty into the living room.)
- Doc: Don't say a word.
- Marty: Doc.
- Doc: I don't wanna know your name. I don't wanna know anything, anything about you.
- Marty: Listen, Doc.
- Doc: Quiet.
- Marty: Doc, Doc, it's me, Marty.
- Doc: Don't tell me anything.
- (Doc puts a suction cup on Marty's forehead.)
- Marty: Doc, you gotta help…
- Doc: Quiet, quiet. I'm gonna read your thoughts. Let's see now, you've come from a great distance?
- Marty: Yeah, exactly.
- Doc: Don't tell me. Uh, you want me to buy a subscription to the Saturday Evening Post?
- Marty: No.
- Doc: Not a word, not a word, not a word now. Quiet, uh, donations, you want me to make a donation to the coast guard youth auxiliary?
- Marty: (he pulls the suction cup off his forehead) 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.
- Doc: (grabs Marty's shoulders) My god, do you know what this means? It means that this damn thing doesn't work at all. (takes off the contraption.)
- Marty: Doc, you gotta help me. you were the only one who knows how your time machine works.
- Doc: Time machine, I haven't invented any time machine.
- Marty: Okay, alright, I'll prove it to you. Look at my driver's license, expires 1987. Look at my birthday, for crying out load I haven't even been born yet. And, look at this picture, my brother, my sister, and me. Look at the sweatshirt, Doc, class of 1984.
- (Doc takes the picture with a pair of tongs and looks at it.)
- Doc: Pretty Mediocre photographic fakery, they cut off your brother's hair.
- (He tosses the photo back at Marty.)
- Marty: I'm telling the truth, Doc, you gotta believe me.
- Doc: So tell me, future boy, who's president of the United States in 1985?
- Marty: Ronald Reagan.
- Doc: Ronald Reagan? The actor? Then who's vice president, Jerry Lewis? (he grabs some papers and runs outside towards his workshop) I suppose Jane Wymann is the first lady.
- Marty: Whoa, wait, Doc.
- Doc: And Jack Benny is secretary of the Treasury.
- Marty: Look, you gotta listen to me.
- Doc: I got enough practical jokes for one evening. Good night, future boy. (he slams the workshop door in Marty's face.)
- Marty: 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 makes time travel possible.
- (Doc swings the door open and looks at Marty with astonishment.)
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