[Sucking]

It's safe now. Everything's lead-lined.

[Suspenseful instrumental music]

DOC: Don't lose those tapes now.

I need that as a record.

Let's put this back here. There we go.

Almost forgot my luggage.

Who knows if they got cotton underwear in the future.

- I'm allergic to all synthetics. - The future.

- That's where you're going. - Right.

25 years. I've always dreamed of seeing the future, looking beyond my years...

...seeing the progress of mankind.

MARTY: Why not?

I'll also be able to see who wins the next 25 World Series.

MARTY: Doc.

Look me up when you get there.

Indeed I will. Roll 'em.

[Doc clearing throat]

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 expect to get back? One pellet, one trip.

I must be out of my mind.

[Einstein barking]

What is it?

[Ominous instrumental music]

My God.

They found me. I don't know how, but they found me.

DOC: Run for it, Marty! MARTY: Who?

Who do you think? The Libyans!

[Man shouting in Arabic]

Holy shit!

[Gunshots firing]

I'll draw their fire!

Doc, wait!

[Doc screaming]

No!

Bastards!

[Shouting in Arabic]