... "Full name?" he asked, still trying to stall.

The general nodded impatiently.

Marty sighed, knowing he couldn't put it off any longer. "Martin Seamus McFly."

"Birthdate?"

Marty looked at Doc again, sharply. He wished the scientist had gone first so he could have some idea how to answer these questions. "June seventh," he said finally, purposely skipping the year.

Fleers frowned. "What year?"

"1925," Doc answered for him. His response caused the general to look over and scowl at him.

"I was asking Mr. McFly, sir. If you seem to have all the answers, why don't you tell us a little about yourself?"

"Fine," Doc answered. "My full name is Emmett Lathrop Brown. I was born on August twenty-first, 1866."

"Where?" Fleers asked.

"I don't see how that's relevent," Doc said, now appearing to stall himself. "We've provided you with some answers -- now I think you should provide us with some. Why are you holding us here with no proof to your wild accusations?"

"I believe we've already discovered some proof," the general said. "If you're not guilty of anything more than a simple break in, I don't see why you're having such difficulty with our simple questions."

Marty sunk lower into his seat, realizing this was going to get worse before it got better.

"Now," the general went on, "can you answer our questions honestly? Or are we going to have to take harder tactics to get the answers we need?"

Doc said nothing, his eyes suddenly finding great interest in the tabletop before him. The general slammed a hand down on the table, hard, startling Marty so much that he nearly fell out of his chair. "I'm losing my patience, sir!" he growled.

The general drew back, sharply, his eyes narrowed as he directed a cold look at the scientist. He looked over at the colonel, who stared back without a word. "If you want to do that, you may," he said. "But we have no choice but to keep you here as prisoners."

Doc nodded once, though he looked as if he wanted to protest the arrangement. Marty definitely did and he didn't hesitate to get his two cents in. "I thought people were innocent until proven guilty?" he said. "You're locking us up for no reason!"

The general straigtened up as his partner headed for the heavy door. "If you stumbled across a man holding a bloody knife over a body, would you want that man in jail? Or would you want him allowed to still roam the streets and committ additional crimes while the justice system pulled together a trial and evidence?"

Marty didn't know quite how to respond to that. "We didn't kill anybody," he said. "This is completely different."

Colonel Markwell spoke up again. "You forget, son, that we do have evidence that you and Mr. Brown were stealing documents from the Kinsrow city hall......