If my calculations are correct, when this baby hits 88 miles per hour… you’re gonna see some serious shit.
There’s that word again. “Heavy.” Why are things so heavy in the future? Is there a problem with the Earth’s gravitational pull?
The way I see it, if you’re gonna build a time machine into a car, why not do it with some style?
You know, Marty, I’m gonna be very sad to see you go. You’ve really made a difference in my life. You’ve 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!
That I’m gonna have a chance to travel through time!
It’s gonna be really hard waiting 30 years before I can talk to you about everything that’s happened in the past few days. I’m really gonna miss you, Marty.
No! Marty! We’ve already agreed that having 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.
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.
No, no, no, no, no, this sucker’s electrical, but I need a nuclear reaction to generate the 1.21 gigawatts of electricity I need.
Of course. From a group of Libyan nationalists. They wanted me to build them a bomb, so I took their plutonium and, in turn, gave them a shoddy bomb casing full of used pinball machine parts. Come on! Let’s get you a radiation suit. We must prepare to reload.
No wonder your president has to be an actor. He’s gotta look good on television.
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!
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.
Don’t worry. As long as you hit that wire with the connecting hook at precisely 88 miles per hour, the instant the lightning strikes the tower… everything will be fine.
I’m sure that in 1985, plutonium is available in every corner drugstore, but in 1955, it’s a little hard to come by.
I, Dr. Emmett Brown, am about to embark on an historic journey.
What am I thinking of? I almost forgot to bring extra plutonium. How do I ever expect to get back? One pellet, one trip. I must be out of my mind.
What is it Einie?
Oh, my God. They found me. I don’t know how, but they found me. Run for it, Marty!
Who do you think? The Libyans!
Why, that’s me! Look at me! I’m an old man! Thank God I’ve still got my hair.
Don’t you lose those tapes now. I need that as a record.
Let’s put this back here. There we go. Whoop! I almost forgot my luggage. I mean, who knows if they’ve got cotton underwear in the future. I’m allergic to all synthetics.
That’s right. 25 years into the future. I’ve always dreamed of seeing the future, looking beyond my years, seeing the progress of mankind.
I’ll also be able to see who wins the next 25 World Series.
Marty, that is completely out of the question. You must not leave this house. You must not see anybody or talk to anybody. Anything you do can have serious repercussions on future events. Do you understand?
Things have certainly changed around here. I remember when this was all farmland as far the eye could see. Old man Peabody owned all of this. He had this crazy idea about breeding pine trees.
Now, if my calculations are correct, when this baby hits 88 miles an hour, you’re going to see some serious shit!
He’s fine! And he’s completely unaware that anything happened. As far as he’s concerned, the trip was instantaneous. That’s why his watch is exactly one minute behind mine. He skipped over that minute to instantly arrive at this moment in time. Come here. I’ll show you how it works.
First, you turn the time circuits on. This readout tells you where you’re going, this one tells you where you are, this one tells you where you were. You input your destination time on this keypad. Say you wanna see the signing of the Declaration of Independence.
That was the day I invented time travel. I remember it vividly. I was standing on the edge of my toilet, hanging a clock. The porcelain was wet, I slipped, hit my head on the edge of the sink. And when I came to, I had a revelation. A vision. A picture in my head. A picture of this. This is what makes time travel possible. The flux capacitor.
It’s taken me almost 30 years and my entire family fortune to realize the vision of that day. My god, has it been that long?
Okay, now, we run some industrial-strength electrical cable from the top of the clock tower, down, suspending it over the street between these two lampposts. Meanwhile, we’ve outfitted the time vehicle with this big pole and hook, which runs directly into the flux capacitor. At the calculated moment, you start off from down the street, driving directly towards the cable, accelerating to 88 miles per hour. According to the flyer, at precisely 10:04 p.m. this Saturday night, lighting will strike the clock tower, electrifying the cable, just as the connecting hook makes contact, thereby sending 1.21 gigawatts into the flux capacitor and sending you back to 1985. All right, now. Watch this. You wind up the car and release it. I’ll simulate the lightning.
This is the exact time you left. Let’s 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’ll start from. I’ve calculated the precise distance, taking into account the acceleration speed and wind resistance retroactive from the moment the lightning strikes, which will be in exactly 7 minutes and 22 seconds.
When this alarm goes off, you hit the gas.
Ah! What did I tell you? 88 miles per hour! The temporal displacement occurred exactly 1:20 a.m. and zero seconds!
Calm down, Marty. I didn’t disintegrate anything. The molecular structure of both Einstein and the car are completely intact.
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. And at precisely 1:21 a.m. and zero seconds, we shall catch up with him and the time machine.
You’ll have to forgive the crudeness of this model. I didn’t have time to paint it or build it to scale.
If my calculations are correct, when this baby hits 88 miles per hour… you’re gonna see some serious stuff.
