October 26th, 1985. 8:45 AM
Hill Valley, California
The Fall sun was shining on the Courthouse Square on an unusually warm morning. Bully Biff Tannen awoke from his sudden sleep. Momentarily not sure where he was, he got up to look around. "What the, what the hell!" He suddenly remembered he was in 1985 after trying to catch Calvin Klein in that experiment last night. All he could hope to do to get out of this mess was to find him as well as that crazy, wild-eyed scientist Brown.
He had to wonder why somebody would jump ahead 30 years, unless he was going to come back. He didn't know whether to look for the new guy in school, or a late 40s version of him.
Biff looked over and noticed the bum, Red Jr, starting to wake up. This was the guy he got the information from last night. "Hey, bearded guy, I'm talking to you!" "Oh, great. Crazy drunk Tannen. You still confusin' yourself about where you are?"
The answer was obvious. "Yeah, now look, I just gotta find this guy named Calvin Klein, and his buddy, an old man with white hair. Dr Emmett Brown, the crackpot scientist. They were hanging around together."
"I don't know about no Calvin Klein, man. He was just a few years older than me and everybody loved him, but nobody ever saw him again after 1955. He was only in town for a week or two. I do know Brown and George Mcfly's son, Marty are seen together a lot." Biff remembered more about last night. He stopped in his tracks when he heard about George Mcfly, and his son being friendly with the inventor, much like Calvin Klein was. He also remembered Lorraine calling him "Marty" but wasn't sure why.
"Alright, what's the gag, huh, where can I find this Marty? If I find him I'm gonna ask him where I'll find that crazy old man if I have to beat it out of him."
Getting slightly annoyed now and seriously not knowing what this guy was intending, Red offered his final advice. "The Mcflys live over on Lyon Estates, right between here and the mall. Now Biff JR or whoever you are, I needs to get me some food, so excuse me."
As Red walked away from the bench, Biff started thinking as he walked around the future version of his hometown. Now he could see what it looked like in the daylight. He couldn't believe it was less busy than in 1955. "Maybe there's less population," he thought out loud. He saw a sign on a bus bench.
"Zales Jewelers. Moved to Lone Pine Mall."
He remembered trying to make Lorraine go with him to the dance at this spot outside Zales yesterday afternoon (yesterday in his time). That's when it hit him, he didn't know what a mall was, but he had to go find Doc & Marty whether or not he wanted to. But first, he wanted to have a look around town, and at this mall, whatever it was. Lorraine always liked to shop on Saturdays; maybe she'd be there.
In case anyone mistook him for his supposed future son, Biff JR, he decided to go with it and pretend to be him. All he knew about himself was that he waxed cars or something. "Maybe this was 'cause of Old Man Jones or something!"
With this in mind, he started hitchhiking. It wasn't a particularly busy morning, but within 10 minutes, a car stopped and a balding man spoke. "And where do you think you're going today, young man? Not to school, it's out today, because today is Saturday!"
It might have been 30 years in the future, but Biff didn't even have to look or guess the man's identity. It was obviously Mr. Strickland from school. Biff got in the big green 1967 hippie style Volkswagen van. "Where do you have to go that's so important this morning?" Biff just said, "I gotta get to the Lone Pine Mall, it's just, something came up and I gotta be there." Mr. Strickland dryly replied, "You're just lucky I'm going out that way or I wouldn't have given you a free ride, slacker!"
They took off on Main Street, which turned back into Route 395, heading east toward the other end of town where the mall was. Biff asked the obvious. "Well, uh, Mr. Strickland, are you still at the high school?" He said, "Yes. I've heard about you before, young man. You must be Biff Jr." Than he changed the subject, "Aren't you going to put your seat belt on? All of these police around here never do anything but stop people for things like that."
As much as Biff didn't like this guy, he had to admit he was right about that. "Oh yeah, most cops are stupid. By the way, Mr. Strickland, what is a seatbelt? I've heard of them, but what are they?" At the mention of this, the older man hit the steering wheel of his van in anger. "The seat belt is on a strap right up there. You're a real smart aleck, you know that, Tannen. You remind me of your father when he went to school. Not only was he a slacker, but he's a loser!" That Mcfly kid got the better of him back in 1955."
Biff knew he had to act like his son now. "Uh, yeah, he's told me about George Mcfly punching him in the parking lot. And his friends kind of weren't too sure about him anymore. Too bad about that."
Mr. Strickland than talked about George. "Yeah, Mcfly used to be a slacker. At least he learned to stand up for himself, and he's a science fiction writer or whatever he is now. He's better off, but his son, Marty, is not only a slacker too, but he's tardy to school all the time. He complains to his parents, now George has something against me now. If I'd gotten him in detention just like I'd wanted, than maybe he would've given his son more discipline at home, rather than writing those books of his!"
Yep, the vice principal was the exact same, even in the future. Biff was also surprised he hadn't really aged since 1955 almost at all. But than again, this guy always seemed old! He was also trying to take in everything that the strict Vice Principal was saying. As somewhat of a born rebel, he normally would've taken the side of anyone Strickland was berating, but in this case, he had to agree with him, since he was talking about George Mcfly and his son. Also, because Biff was so busy getting over the shock of being 30 years in the future, and taking everything in, that he didn't notice they were passing Lyon Estates, the future home of the Mcflys. Biff knew it was going to be there, as it was under construction back in 1955, but he was too preoccupied.
About a mile afterwards, the van turned left on John F Kennedy Drive, almost now at the mall. Biff than said, "I thought this street was Riverside Drive. Oh, yeah, and who the hell is John F Kennedy?" Strickland corrected him. "You mean who the hell was John F Kennedy? Maybe if you paid attention at school, you'd know he was a president awhile ago." Biff than said, "Yeah, dad told me about that."
"How long ago" Strickland asked? I thought you lived with your mom and sister in a town called Orangevale. A suburb of Sacramento, near Folsom, about 50 miles away." Biff knew where Folsom was, so he came back to reality. "Uh, yeah, sir I remember that, and I do live with them. I'm just a little ticked off right now, okay. I've gotta get even with this son-of-a- bitch from last night. I've also gotta find some crazy old man scientist, Brown."
This mention made the rigid man stop now. "Mr. Tannen, are you talking about the Doctor Emmett Brown, the town nutcase?" "Yeah, exactly." Strickland couldn't believe he was agreeing on something with anyone, particularly a teenager, and one who was related to and seemed awfully similar to the Biff Tannen he knew. He volunteered the information he had. "He and Marty Mcfly, George's son, are always together. God knows why. It's probably because Brown doesn't get along with me, and he's always doing weird experiments, and supporting that slacker with his crazy rock and roll band, just like his parents do. Brown lives on this street, behind the Burger King. Young Mr. Mcfly also likes to cause trouble at the mall, maybe you'll find him there." Just than, at 9:30 AM, they pulled into the parking lot. Biff got out of Strickland's van, they said a quick goodbye, before the Vice Principal left and Biff plotted his next move.
The Fall sun was shining on the Courthouse Square on an unusually warm morning. Bully Biff Tannen awoke from his sudden sleep. Momentarily not sure where he was, he got up to look around. "What the, what the hell!" He suddenly remembered he was in 1985 after trying to catch Calvin Klein in that experiment last night. All he could hope to do to get out of this mess was to find him as well as that crazy, wild-eyed scientist Brown.
He had to wonder why somebody would jump ahead 30 years, unless he was going to come back. He didn't know whether to look for the new guy in school, or a late 40s version of him.
Biff looked over and noticed the bum, Red Jr, starting to wake up. This was the guy he got the information from last night. "Hey, bearded guy, I'm talking to you!" "Oh, great. Crazy drunk Tannen. You still confusin' yourself about where you are?"
The answer was obvious. "Yeah, now look, I just gotta find this guy named Calvin Klein, and his buddy, an old man with white hair. Dr Emmett Brown, the crackpot scientist. They were hanging around together."
"I don't know about no Calvin Klein, man. He was just a few years older than me and everybody loved him, but nobody ever saw him again after 1955. He was only in town for a week or two. I do know Brown and George Mcfly's son, Marty are seen together a lot." Biff remembered more about last night. He stopped in his tracks when he heard about George Mcfly, and his son being friendly with the inventor, much like Calvin Klein was. He also remembered Lorraine calling him "Marty" but wasn't sure why.
"Alright, what's the gag, huh, where can I find this Marty? If I find him I'm gonna ask him where I'll find that crazy old man if I have to beat it out of him."
Getting slightly annoyed now and seriously not knowing what this guy was intending, Red offered his final advice. "The Mcflys live over on Lyon Estates, right between here and the mall. Now Biff JR or whoever you are, I needs to get me some food, so excuse me."
As Red walked away from the bench, Biff started thinking as he walked around the future version of his hometown. Now he could see what it looked like in the daylight. He couldn't believe it was less busy than in 1955. "Maybe there's less population," he thought out loud. He saw a sign on a bus bench.
"Zales Jewelers. Moved to Lone Pine Mall."
He remembered trying to make Lorraine go with him to the dance at this spot outside Zales yesterday afternoon (yesterday in his time). That's when it hit him, he didn't know what a mall was, but he had to go find Doc & Marty whether or not he wanted to. But first, he wanted to have a look around town, and at this mall, whatever it was. Lorraine always liked to shop on Saturdays; maybe she'd be there.
In case anyone mistook him for his supposed future son, Biff JR, he decided to go with it and pretend to be him. All he knew about himself was that he waxed cars or something. "Maybe this was 'cause of Old Man Jones or something!"
With this in mind, he started hitchhiking. It wasn't a particularly busy morning, but within 10 minutes, a car stopped and a balding man spoke. "And where do you think you're going today, young man? Not to school, it's out today, because today is Saturday!"
It might have been 30 years in the future, but Biff didn't even have to look or guess the man's identity. It was obviously Mr. Strickland from school. Biff got in the big green 1967 hippie style Volkswagen van. "Where do you have to go that's so important this morning?" Biff just said, "I gotta get to the Lone Pine Mall, it's just, something came up and I gotta be there." Mr. Strickland dryly replied, "You're just lucky I'm going out that way or I wouldn't have given you a free ride, slacker!"
They took off on Main Street, which turned back into Route 395, heading east toward the other end of town where the mall was. Biff asked the obvious. "Well, uh, Mr. Strickland, are you still at the high school?" He said, "Yes. I've heard about you before, young man. You must be Biff Jr." Than he changed the subject, "Aren't you going to put your seat belt on? All of these police around here never do anything but stop people for things like that."
As much as Biff didn't like this guy, he had to admit he was right about that. "Oh yeah, most cops are stupid. By the way, Mr. Strickland, what is a seatbelt? I've heard of them, but what are they?" At the mention of this, the older man hit the steering wheel of his van in anger. "The seat belt is on a strap right up there. You're a real smart aleck, you know that, Tannen. You remind me of your father when he went to school. Not only was he a slacker, but he's a loser!" That Mcfly kid got the better of him back in 1955."
Biff knew he had to act like his son now. "Uh, yeah, he's told me about George Mcfly punching him in the parking lot. And his friends kind of weren't too sure about him anymore. Too bad about that."
Mr. Strickland than talked about George. "Yeah, Mcfly used to be a slacker. At least he learned to stand up for himself, and he's a science fiction writer or whatever he is now. He's better off, but his son, Marty, is not only a slacker too, but he's tardy to school all the time. He complains to his parents, now George has something against me now. If I'd gotten him in detention just like I'd wanted, than maybe he would've given his son more discipline at home, rather than writing those books of his!"
Yep, the vice principal was the exact same, even in the future. Biff was also surprised he hadn't really aged since 1955 almost at all. But than again, this guy always seemed old! He was also trying to take in everything that the strict Vice Principal was saying. As somewhat of a born rebel, he normally would've taken the side of anyone Strickland was berating, but in this case, he had to agree with him, since he was talking about George Mcfly and his son. Also, because Biff was so busy getting over the shock of being 30 years in the future, and taking everything in, that he didn't notice they were passing Lyon Estates, the future home of the Mcflys. Biff knew it was going to be there, as it was under construction back in 1955, but he was too preoccupied.
About a mile afterwards, the van turned left on John F Kennedy Drive, almost now at the mall. Biff than said, "I thought this street was Riverside Drive. Oh, yeah, and who the hell is John F Kennedy?" Strickland corrected him. "You mean who the hell was John F Kennedy? Maybe if you paid attention at school, you'd know he was a president awhile ago." Biff than said, "Yeah, dad told me about that."
"How long ago" Strickland asked? I thought you lived with your mom and sister in a town called Orangevale. A suburb of Sacramento, near Folsom, about 50 miles away." Biff knew where Folsom was, so he came back to reality. "Uh, yeah, sir I remember that, and I do live with them. I'm just a little ticked off right now, okay. I've gotta get even with this son-of-a- bitch from last night. I've also gotta find some crazy old man scientist, Brown."
This mention made the rigid man stop now. "Mr. Tannen, are you talking about the Doctor Emmett Brown, the town nutcase?" "Yeah, exactly." Strickland couldn't believe he was agreeing on something with anyone, particularly a teenager, and one who was related to and seemed awfully similar to the Biff Tannen he knew. He volunteered the information he had. "He and Marty Mcfly, George's son, are always together. God knows why. It's probably because Brown doesn't get along with me, and he's always doing weird experiments, and supporting that slacker with his crazy rock and roll band, just like his parents do. Brown lives on this street, behind the Burger King. Young Mr. Mcfly also likes to cause trouble at the mall, maybe you'll find him there." Just than, at 9:30 AM, they pulled into the parking lot. Biff got out of Strickland's van, they said a quick goodbye, before the Vice Principal left and Biff plotted his next move.