Hill Valley, California, 1986
Marty McFly rode his skateboard down the street with his girlfriend, Jennifer. They came up to a big mansion, and went up to the front door and knocked.
"Hey, Doc!" Marty called, "Open up! It's me, Marty!"
A little boy answered the door.
"Hey Verne," Marty said, with a smile, "Where's your Daddy, huh? I need to speak with him."
"Over here, Marty!" the Doc said, "I was just adjusting the flux capacitor on the time train."
"Doc, I was just in the school library with Jennifer," Marty said, "we're doing a research project on World War II and—"
"And you could use my help, huh?" Doc Brown said, "No, Marty, I've told you before, the time train is not to be used merely in order for you to cheat on school projects, just so you can get an A. The purpose of the time train is for purely educational insight and scientific study only, not peek a person's curiosity."
"But that's just it, Doc," Marty said, "it is for educational insight. Look, I was reading a book in the library, and it claimed there were reports of witches in the World War II era. If I can prove that witches really existed in World War II, I'd not only get an A on the school project, I'd be famous!"
"Remember what I told you, Marty," Doc said, "The time machine isn't for a quick ticket to fame and fortune. Besides, witchcraft during World War II? Witches are only in fables and fairytales. The notion of witches was exaggerated upon during the Dark Ages, as well as the Salem Witch trials. What, do you think, some old crone turned Hitler into newt?"
"Marty, if it's a paper you're working on, I can help you," Clara, Doc's wife said, "I did study to be a teacher, after all. I know it was back in the 1800's, but Emmett taught me marvelous things about what has happened so far in the 20th Century. For example, I know the United States won World War II, the Nazis put the Jews in Concentration Camps during the Holocaust, Nixon and the Watergate scandal, the terrible Vietnam war, and the invention of automobiles, television, and other electrical appliances."
"You're very helpful," Marty said, "but no disrespect to you, Ma'am, but the kind of help I need doesn't come from books. It comes from time travel. Don't you see, Doc? We can make a difference."
"That's just it, Marty," Doc said, "We can't risk polluting the time stream any further. We're staying right here in 1986."
"Emmett," Clara cooed sweetly, "Why don't we let Marty, go, hmm? It's obvious he's very eager to learn about past events firsthand, so why don't we humor him? For me?"
"Alright," Doc said, "I never could resist the advances of a beautiful woman. Just don't talk to the people of that time period too much."
"Got it, Doc." Marty said.
"All aboard!" Doc called, as Clara, Marty, Jennifer, Doc's two boys, Jules and Verne, and even the dog Einstein got on the time train. After a few chugs, it disappeared, into thin air.
Hill Valley, California 1940
The train arrived on the completed train track.
"Well, we're here Marty!" Doc said, "July 10, 1940. With all of the press about the War, I doubt anyone has time to look for witches!"
"That's because the witches I heard about were in England." Marty said.
"England?" Doc asked, "Great Scott! Today's the first day of the German invasion of England. The Battle of Britain."
"Yeah," Marty said, "I read somewhere that supposedly some witch used sorcery on medieval armor to battle Nazi soldiers."
"Alright, we'll travel to England for your little History report, and then we're heading back to the Future!" Doc said.
OPENING SEQUENCE
"BACK TO THE BEDKNOBS AND BROOMSTICKS"
By TouchedbyaMunster
Merry Ol' England, a back alley. Doc and Marty listen to a conversion between Eglantine Price and Emelius Browne .
"You got these spells out of some old book, you say?" Miss Price asked.
"That's her, Doc!" Marty whispered. "That's the witch!"
"Great Scott!" Doc replied.
"I know; heavy, right?" Marty responded.
"Well, more or less. I—I changed them around a bit. I gave them a bit of my own style as it were." Professor Browne went on, "The old sorcerers did have a bit of a tendency to waffle on, but, dear lady, I'd never thought I'd meet somebody like you. What a treasure."
"Mr. Browne, would you please stick to the point!" Eglantine responded, "I would like to see this book immediately."
"Certainly. It's at my new townhouse." Browne said. "Would you care to join me for luncheon? We can discuss my ideas at the same time."
"Thank you," she said, "We'd be delighted."
"We?" Browne questioned, "Do these 3 jackals belong to you?"
He referred to three small children, who were under the care of Miss Price.
"Well, not exactly." Price said, "However, we shall all go together."
"On the bed?" the smallest boy asked.
"On the bed, Paul." Price confirmed, "Come along."
A bell tolls in the distance.
"You go 'round the other side." Eglantine called to Browne, "I always travel on the left."
"Travel? Great Scott!" Doc exclaimed, "That bed must be some sort of magical transportation device!"
"Can't be, Doc!" Marty said, "That's impossible!"
"This, from the boy who can travel in time thanks to my genius?" Doc asked.
"Point." Marty said.
"Will you give the address to Paul, please?" Price asked Browne.
"May I ask how we are going to get there on this bed?" Browne asked, "Fly?"
"My dear Professor Browne, with your own traveling spell, the one you gave with the course as a bonus." Eglantine said.
"My traveling spell?" Browne asked in disbelief, "that works as well?"
"Just give the address please." Price said.
"8 Wynchfield Road." Browne said.
"Bed, take us to 8 Wynchfield Road." Paul said.
"We'd better get going, Marty," Doc said, "to 8 Wynchfield Road!"
The bed disappeared.
"Come on boys, Clara," Doc said, "we have to hurry if we're going to get to 8 Wynchfield Road in time."
"Emmett, what's at 8 Wynchfield Road?" Clara asked.
"A witch, my dear." Doc said.
"Doc, what's with the rush?" Marty asked. "This coming from a man who invented a time machine?"
"Marty, we don't know the speed of the spell!" They could be there by now!" Doc said.
"Simple, we just go five minutes before they left." Marty said.
They get in the time train and end up at 8 Wynchfield Road. Just as they get there, the enchanted bed appears.
"Well, we're here." Browne said, "I never would've believed it."
"You must have given us the wrong address." Price said, "You don't live here do you?"
"In point of fact, I do." Browne said, "Temporarily, at any rate. I found the front door open, the house was deserted. Everyone has left the neighborhood."
"Now, why should they do that?" Price asked.
"This probably has something to do with it." Browne said, as he pointed to a sign that read, "DANGER: UNEXPLODED BOMB."
They saw the bomb in the front yard of someone.
"Merciful heavens!" Price exclaimed, "I should think you'd be terrified at the very idea of living here."
"You'd have thought so, wouldn't you? I am, by nature, a little bit of a coward, but then I pondered, as I often do." Browne said, "In the perverse nature of things, this diabolical object is probably the best friend I've ever had. It enables me, for the first time in my life, to live like a king. Shall we go in?"
They start to head toward the house.
"Mr. Browne, I didn't realize there was a railroad nearby." Price said.
"There isn't my dear," Browne said, "What makes you say that?"
She pointed to the Time Train.
"Great Scott!" Doc said, "They've spotted us! This could create a catastrophic turn of events that could plunge the time stream into chaos! I knew I should've installed that cloaking generator."
"Oh, c'mon Doc, it can't be that bad!" Marty said, "Why don't I go say 'hi.'?"
"Marty, don't!" Doc said, "I can't let you do that! In order to prevent a historical meltdown and disaster to the balance of time, I insist that you stay here."
"C'mon, Doc," Marty said, "I've interacted with people from the past before and everything turned out fine. What harm could we do?"
"Marty, the people you've met before were all ordinary human beings, but this woman's a witch! She could cast a spell that would destroy all of us and unravel the very fabric of time itself!" Doc said.
"Doctor Brown's right, Marty." Jennifer said, "don't screw this up."
"Excuse me, old chap," came the voice of Professor Browne.
"Darn, it's him!" Doc said. "Be quiet and hide!"
"Maybe it's abandoned," Miss Price said, "just like everything else in this part of town."
"No, I distinctly recall it not being here before, plus I could've sworn I heard voices coming from this very train." Browne said.
"Now, who's believing in nonsense?" Eglantine said, "Come along, children, whatever food Mr. Browne has prepared for us is probably getting cold."
Suddenly, the steam engine whistled.
"What on earth was that?" Miss Price asked, startled.
"Hi," Marty said, popping up, "My name's Marty."
"Well, Martin, a pleasure to meet you. I noticed your American accent. Are you from the States? On a bit of a tour of duty from the war, old chap?" Browne asked.
"You might say that," Marty said.
"Well speaking of tours, we couldn't help but notice this train here, without the aid of an actual railroad. It would work much better on the railroad, old boy." Browne said.
"Thanks for the tip," Marty said.
"Well, since you appear to be stuck here for the moment, would you care to join us inside for lunch?" Browne asked.
"Uh, no thanks," Marty said, "I'm sure I can get this train going in no time."
"Well, best of luck to you," Browne said, "Cheerio!"
"Good work, Marty." Doc said, "You don't want to interact with them any longer than you have to. Now, let's get out of here!"
"Not yet, Doc!" Marty replied.
"Not yet?" Doc asked. "How much more research do you need? What, do you want to swim the English Channel? You'd be halfway to mainland Europe by morning! Besides the time vehicle would never fit through the Straight of Dover; it's far too narrow."
"That's what Jennifer told me," Marty muttered.
"It's easier for a camel to go through the eye of a needle than for us to get the Time Train through the Straight of Dover." Doc said.
"Or a rich man to get into Heaven." Jennifer said, "I went to Sunday School."
"Or we could take the Eurotunnel." Marty said.
"Marty, what are you talking about?" Doc asked, "The Eurotunnel won't be invented until 1993."
"Well, I just want to stay here until I see Miss Price perform some real magic." Marty said.
Some time later, Professor Brown came out of the house with Miss Price and the children.
"You still here, sir?" Browne asked.
"Yes, we are." Marty said.
"You mind if I take a look at this ingenious vehicle?" Browne asked.
"Go right ahead," Marty said.
"But don't snoop around too closely." Doc added. "While he's examining my train, please allow me to introduce myself; I'm Dr. Emmett L. Brown."
"My, isn't that a coincidence." Miss Price said, "Two E. Browns! What are the chances of that?"
"I'd say one in a thousand!" Charlie said.
"Brown is a very common last name!" Doc said, "Madam, I couldn't help but notice this bed."
"I'm afraid it's not for sale." Miss Price said.
"That's quite alright," Doc said, "Does it possess some sort of magic power?"
"Why should I tell you?" Miss Price asked.
"Just curious," Doc said, "I'm a student of all sciences, even some not yet known to man."
"If you must know it's a teleportation traveling spell." Miss Price said, "only Paul can operate the knob."
Suddenly, the Time Train disappeared.
"Marty! Clara! Boys! No, its circuits were set for 1986!" Doc exclaimed, "But what if someone changed them? Can you see into the future, madam?"
"I do no such thing!" Miss Price said, "I'm a practical witch."
"Alright, Paul," Doc said, "let's perform an experiment. Take us to Hill Valley, California, year 1986."
"Bed, take us to Hill Valley…California…in the year 1986." Paul said slowly.
The bed transported them to Hill Valley, 1986. They landed in the middle of the town square.
"We've got to find Marty and my family!" Doc said, "all of time depends on it!"
TO BE CONTINUED…
*Some of the dialogue credit goes to original screenplay writers of BK & BS, Bill Walsh & Don DaGradi
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