Doc: Who do you think, the Libyans!
Marty: Holy shit!
Doc: I'll draw their fire!
Marty: Doc, wait!
Doc throws his gun down. They shoot him and he falls down on his back, dead.
Marty: No! Bastards!
The Libyans spot Marty and aim for him. Marty turns away, thinking it's the end. However the Libyan's gun is jammed, giving Marty enough time to get into the DeLorean - with the camera - and close the door. He drives off.
Libyan: Go! Go!
The Libyans start to chase Marty. The two vehicles travel around the mall parking lot, getting faster and faster.
Marty: C'mon, more, dammit.
Marty: Jeez. Holy shit.
Marty: Let's see if you bastards can do 90!
Who do you think (they are)? the Libyans!
He falls down on his back.
Holy shit! / Bastards! / dammit