[in a drive-in, in 1955. The theater screen shows a still picture of a group of Native Americans riding horse in a desert]
Young Doc:
All you have to do is drive the time vehicle directly toward that screen accelerating to 88 miles an hour.
Marty McFly:
Wait a minute, Doc. If I drive straight towards the screen, I'm gonna crash into those Indians.
Young Doc:
Marty, you're not thinking fourth dimensionally. You'll instantly be transported back into 1885, and those Indians won't even be there.
Marty McFly:
Right.
Young Doc:
Well, good luck for both our sakes. See you in the future.
Marty McFly:
You mean the past?
Young Doc:
*Exactly*!
[after a few minutes, when he drives the DeLorean to 1885, an actual group of Native Americans is literally running towards his location]
Young Doc:
[shouting frantically]
Marty McFly:
Indians!
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