[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]