"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 and hit my head on the sink and when I came to, I had a revelation—a vision—a picture in my head. A picture of this!" Doc pointed to a centerpiece unit mounted inside the DeLorean. Marty aims the camera to capture it on tape. Darleen listens intently as she watches everything from her spot next to Marty. "This is what makes time travel possible; the Flux Capacitor." Marty looks at Doc, "Flux Capacitor, huh?"

"It's taken me almost 30 years and my entire family fortune to fulfill the version of that day—my God, has it been that long? I've been working on this.." He pulls out a pocket abacus before calculating, ".. 29 years, 11 months, 335 days, excluding vacations, of course. Almost 30 years. Amazing. Things have certainly changed. This all used to be farmland, as far as the eye could see." Marty admires the time machine—Darleen crosses her arms as she studies the machine.

"This is heavy duty, Doc. And, it runs on regular unleaded gasoline?" She asks, he looks at her and shakes his head, "Unfortunately, no. It requires something with a little more kick.." Doc points to a container with purple radioactivity symbols on it. Marty looks at it, he reads the label. "Plutonium?! You mean this suckers nuclear?" Doc shakes his head, "Electrical. But I need a nuclear reaction to generate the 1.21 gigawatts of electricity I need. The flux capacitor, stores it then discharges it all at once, like a gigantic bolt of lightning." Marty's eyes widen, "Hold the phone Doc, plutonium's illegal. Did you rip it off?"

Doc hesitates before speaking, "Of course—from a group of Libyan nationalists. They wanted me to build them a bomb. I took their plutonium and in turn gave them a shiny bomb casing full of used pinball machine parts. Let's get Einstein in the truck, we must prepare to reload."

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As Doc's gloved hands removed a 4 inch cylinder with a plutonium rod that was within water—the three of them all wear yellow radiation suits, they all have their hoods up. The DeLorean had been moved close to the truck. Marty videotapes as Doc steps over to the rear of the DeLorean, he places the plutonium cylinder into the loading hopper. The plutonium rod drops down into the reactor, which then seals shut. Doc removes his hood, "Okay, it's safe now. Everything is lead lined."

Marty takes his hood off along with Darleen as Einstein watches from the truck. "Oh, I mustn't forget my luggage." Doc grabs his suitcase and puts it in the trunk, which is actually in the front. "Who knows if they'll have cotton underwear in the future? I'm allergic to all synthetics." He slams the trunk shut. "The future? Is that where you're going?" Marty asks. "That's right. 25 years into the future. I've always dreamed of seeing the future, looking beyond my years, observing the progress of mankind." He smiles. "I'll also be able to see who wins the next 25 World Series."

"Well, be sure to look me up when you get there and I'll fill you in on what's been happening." Marty said before Darleen spoke, "Look me up also—well—if you want to." She smiles. Doc nods, "Indeed I will," He clears his throat before looking at the camera, "I, Dr. Emmet Brown am about to embark on a historic journey—" Suddenly, Einstein starts barking at something. "What is it Einie?" Doc turns and reacts with horror.

An ominous van approaches, their headlights shining on them. "Oh no... they found me. I don't know, but they found me." Marty and Darleen look at Doc, "Who?" They ask in unison. "The Libyans I ripped off!" The van door slides open, a swarthy character who resembles Yasser Arafat leans out with a AK 47 submachine gun before open firing at them. "Run for it you two! I'll draw their fire!" Marty hides Darleen behind him, she grips tightly to his shoulders.

Doc rummages in his truck before coming out with a 45 revolver. He fires at the van, but it won't work. He then breaks for the mall, a good 500 yards away. Einstein watches from Doc's truck. The terrorist van screeches around sharply and gives chase, they fire a machine gun blast. "Doc! No, wait!" Marty yells, but Doc keeps running, and the van closes the distance. Doc then no longer has a good chance to outrun it to the mall.

The terrorist gunner screams a Libyan curse, then fires at Doc. The bullets rip into Doc's chest before he ends up falling to the ground. "Doc! Oh my God!" Marty yells before he looks at the terrorists, "You bastards." As if they heard Marty, they make a u-turn, heading straight for the two. They look around before Marty's eyes land on the DeLorean, Marty dashes for it—grabbing Darleen's hand as he did. The Libyan gunner takes aim and shoots, but the gun jams, resulting in him struggling as he tries to fix the gun.

Marty and Darleen swing the doors shut. Marty looks over the array of switches and buttons on the console with frightened bewilderment, "How do you start this thing?" He asked no one in particular. Darleen groaned and pointed at the keys in the ignition. Marty realizes before turning it like you would with a normal car, after that—he just floors it.

Darleen ends up getting pushed against the seat from the speed of the machine. The van gives chase. The speedometer approaches 40. Marty looks at the side mirror and sees the Libyan gunner leaning out of the van again, he takes aim. The speedometer climbs past 50 as the gunner fires. Darleen yelps before Marty puts the pedal to the metal. The speedometer hits 75. Darleen looks at the side mirror and sees the van keeping up.

"Come on, Marty!" She exclaims, "I'm trying, I'm trying!" He replies. Marty looks at the speedometer, "Let's see if you bastards can do 90..." He whispers. The DeLorean accelerates more, the van begins to lose ground, the speedometer passes 85. Gauges and indicators begin to light up behind Marty's head just as they did with Einstein when he travelled through time, the flux capacitor begins to kick in.

The speedometer begins to go to 86—87—88. All of a sudden, the mall parking lot changes to an open field with a scarecrow in the middle of it. The two teens are disoriented, Marty's foot stays on the gas, resulting in him running over a scarecrow before having it's face smashed against the wind shield.