Go ahead, kid. Jump.
A suicide will be nice and neat. What if I don't?
Lead poisoning.
What about the police, Biff?
They're going to match up the bullet with that gun.
Kid, I own the police!
Besides, they couldn't match up the bullet that killed your old man.
You son of a...
I suppose it's poetic justice:
two McFlys with the same gun.
Idiot.
What the hell?
Nice shot, Doc.
You're not gonna believe this. We gotta go back to 1955.
I don't believe it.