[Breathing distorted by suit] [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]