Yeah, money, right? Well, forget it.

No. Not money.

Grays Sports Almanac.

You heard him, girls. The party's over.

Start talking, kid. What else do you know about that book?

First you tell me how you got it.

How, where...

and when.

All right. Take a seat.

Sit down!

November 12, 1955, that was when.

November 12, 1955?

That was the date I went back...

That... was the date of the famous Hill Valley lightning storm.

You know your history. Very good.

I'll never forget that Saturday.

I'd just picked my car up from the shop 'cause I'd rolled it in a drag race...

a few days earlier. I thought you crashed into a manure truck.

How do you know about that?

My father told me about it.

Your father?

Before he died.

Oh, yeah, right.

So there I was, minding my own business.

This crazy old codger with a cane shows up.

He says he's my distant relative. I don't see any resemblance.

So he says, "How would you like to be rich?"

So I said, "Sure."

So he lays this book on me.

He says this book will tell me the outcome of every sporting event...

till the end of the century.

All I have to do is bet on the winner, and I'll never lose.

So I say, "What's the catch?"

He says, "No catch. Just keep it a secret."

After that he disappeared.

I never saw him again.

Oh, and he told me one more thing.

He said, "Someday a crazy, wild-eyed scientist...

"or a kid may show up asking about that book.

And if that ever happens..."

[Cocks Gun]

Funny. I never thought it would be you.

Biff, you're forgetting one thing. What the hell is that?

You're dead, you little son of a bitch!