SUNDAY OCTOBER 27TH 1985, 8:15 P.M.

Following his heart to heart with his since Linda, Marty decides to confront his father, George. It's been a traumatic day, following the death of the Mcfly matriarch and doting wife and mother, Lorraine Baines Mcfly. The death of Lorraine, has brought heartbreak and devastation, not just to the family, but to the town of Hill Valley too. Even Mr Strictland has paid his condolences to the family. Needles in the meantime, is behind bars, being questioned whilst his buddies are also under interrogation, yet not under arrest. Marty in mourning, is highly surprised and shocked by the events that occured at Eastwood Ravine in early afternoon. He would have thought Doc, would have made Marty aware of the happenings, which occured directly after Doc vanished in the time train with his family. Doc's quote still repeats in the mind of the youngest Mcfly sibling to Dave and Linda. 'Your future is what ever you make it. Your future is what ever you make it. Your future is whatever you make it.'

George glares outside the front living room window, at the respects the neighbourhood of Lyons Estate are making, by laying flowers, cards and cuddly bears on the front lawn. A close neighbour also holds a candle in one hand and begins to sing a prayer. The regional news then comes on and announces Lorraines passing. George almost immediatley turns the TV off, as the reminder becomes too much to bare. He throws the TV remote onto the sofa and wanders into the kitchen. Marty then appears from the corridors leading to the bedrooms. He heads into the kitchen to see his father.

GEORGE: I don't want another altercation with you Marty. Your mother wouldn't want this.

MARTY: I agree. But, if we are to bury Mom, with us at peace with each other, then we have to be honest with one another.

GEORGE: OK, fair play. What shall we discuss?

MARTY: Like, what you didn't want to tell me, on why Mom was looking for me after I...got back from the lake?

GEORGE: You hesitated, you obviously don't want to open up to me, but I'm expected to be honest to you.

MARTY: This is not a game of truth Dad. Why are you trying to hurt me like this? We're supposed to be on each others side.

GEORGE: Right, so why were you acting all weird yesterday morning, when your mother and myself returned from Tennis? It was like you didn't recognize us and you thought the car was wrecked. You disappear without saying a word and then you make a re-appearance in a cowboy outfit and what got me, is that the first words you said was 'Thank God, you guys are back to normal.' What did he do to you?

MARTY: Who?

GEORGE: Don't play dumb, you know who. Emmett Brown.

MARTY: Look Dad, Doc is the least of my worries right now, we should be discussing Mom and where you and I stand.

GEORGE: You do realize not only will you be questioned about your Mothers accident, but the FBI are onto Doctor Browns tail on that stolen Plutonium.

MARTY: First I heard of it.

GEORGE: Cut the bullshit son, you've been joined to that nutcases hip in the last three years, than you have been with your family.

MARTY: That hurts. I love my family.

GEORGE: I don't doubt that for a minute. But it's been difficult for me.

MARTY: Why do I get the feeling, that you think that I consider Doc more of a father, than my own? Daddy, your my father, nothing will change that.

GEORGE: Really?

MARTY: Well, yeah, I mean if I didn't have any sort of relationship with you, I wouldn't have had the guts to post that tape. What is it you always say, 'If you put your mind to it, you can accomplish anything.'

GEORGE: You the way you said that, it's just like de ja vou.

Marty frowns for a moment and then retreats into the lounge with George following.

MARTY: Dad, Dad dad daddio, you are not making any sense.

GEORGE: No, Marty it's all clear now.

MARTY: What is?

GEORGE: Your mother looks like she has taken a secret right to her grave.

MARTY: What?

GEORGE: I mean it obviously happened years later after 1955, but you have his eyes.

MARTY: Who's eyes.

GEORGE: Calvin Kleins.

Marty freezes at the thought, that George thinks that Marty is the son of Calvin Klein. Calvin Klein was actualy Marty, who accidently ended up in 1955 and interfered with his parents first meeting. Marty never knew George felt that way, despite braving being a father figure to potemtaially another mans son. Little does George know, that Marty was infact Calvin Klein from another time. Marty suddenly sarcastically begins to force a laugh out, in an attempt to make George foolish.

MARTY: You really are something else paps, seriously you have stooped to an all new low.

GEORGE: You asked me to be honest with you.

MARTY: You know how insulting that is? You are disrespecting my mothers memory. How dare you.

GEORGE: You act the same, and you convinclingly have so much in common.

MARTY: I'm not listening to this crap.

Marty is about to head back into the bedroom, when George quickly blocks his path.

GEORGE: Music, Doc Brown and the living room rug.

MARTY: The living room rug?

GEORGE: The night of the famous Hill Valley lightening storm, he predicted that when you were eight years old, you'd set fire to it. And he was right. I even went easy on you.

MARTY: Daddy, you're dilussional, you're not thinking straight. I order you to take all that back.

GEORGE: Why? When it could be true.

MARTY: It isn't.

George sits down on the sofa and put his head in his hands in frustration. It's the last thing George wanted to discuss with his youngest on the day, his wife was tragically killed. But, the tension has grown to a point where neither one can take anymore, especially george.

GEORGE: I'm sorry.

MARTY: What for?

GEORGE: For the way it came out.

MARTY: Oh so you're still sticking to your stupid theory or should I say impossibility?

GEORGE: It's the truth.

MARTY: Mom mentioned him, as the guy who brought you two together thirty years ago and that's about it.

GEORGE: I'm beginning to think he was making a fool out of me.

Marty sits beside his father.

MARTY: Alright, listen. If you really believe that I'm this Calvin Kleins son, then how come I bare a resemblance to the Mcfly family? I mean there must be memorabilia of the that stuff around.

GEORGE: I never had any interest in looking at my ancestors background, not since my father betrayed my mother, when I was seven. He's lucky I carried on the family name.

MARTY: I don't understand.

GEORGE: I never told any of you this story, but I haven't seen my father since I was nine. He had an affair.

MARTY: That can't be possible Daddy.

GEORGE: It is and since you seem to think you bare a resemblance to my birth fathers ancesters, I would like to see proof to believe it.

MARTY: Dad, this doesn't make sense, none of it does. Grandpa Mcfly had been in our lives for many years, prior to his passing.

GEORGE: Who's dilussional now? I've had no interest in my fathers background, so I don't why you should be too.