10 :00 AM
Biff couldn't believe the sight he just saw. That was clearly a future version of him, alright. He managed to get a glimpse of middle-aged Biff's face before he ducked away in the nick of time. He was now even more confused about time travel, and knew he didn't disappear for the past 30 years.
As he slowly walked out of Kragen and the mall, and into the daylight, Biff was a little surprised at how he'd seen himself. This guy didn't seem like a bully. In fact, he talked in a somewhat nervous voice with a slight stutter, almost like he was either too happy, or was pretending to be. One would have to speculate that if Biff had somehow gone to 1985 before Marty interfered with the timeline and seen the original older version of himself, that he'd be pretty content. After all, that Biff was much like he was today, the guy who became George's supervisor and kept bullying him and got to harass Lorraine because George was too timid and unconfident to stop him.
By now, Biff just wanted to think and have a few minutes to himself. He decided not to have to interact with anyone he knew. He didn't want to hitchhike and make up any more stories about being his own son. Lyon Estates, where the Mcflys apparently lived, was only a mile or so away from where he was now. It was mostly residential and not too busy, so he decided to walk it. With his black shirt on and still carrying his jacket, Biff made his way down JFK Drive toward 395, where it would only be a short distance to his destination.
By now, he was anxious as to how Calvin Klein and Marty Mcfly, George's son were alike. They both apparently were well acquainted with the crazy scientist Doc Brown, the man almost everyone regarded as crazy. The supposed similarities between the two of them were striking.
Biff thought aloud, "I don't know, maybe Marty is Calvin Klein's son and that Irish bug just don't know it yet."
He turned right, off the now incorporated suburban 2-lane highway into the housing development known as Lyon Estates. Biff definitely knew where he was, even though in 1955, this very location looked much more desolate, like it could've been 10 miles out in the country, instead of just 2.
Apparently he didn't have to make his way around the neighborhood, seeing as the street leading out into the road was the one he needed. It was Lyon Drive, the Mcfly's street. Biff looked at his watch, 10:35 AM. He wondered what he'd say, and how he would break it to everyone that he had to get back to the past.
Although this whole mishap happened out of him wanting to beat Calvin Klein to a pulp, he had to admit he was beginning to like his adventures in 1985. He wanted to look people up that he knew, or maybe take some future knowledge or technology home with him, such as that audio cassette by some now current rock and roll star named Huey Lewis.
He started to think, as he got closer to the house, that he might very well run into a future George or Lorraine. He liked the sound of that. He could actually hit on an older woman, the one he always wanted to "Be his girl" since Kindergarten. If he did that now, there wouldn't be anything they could do, especially if he was going to 1955, it would be erased, or at least 30 years away, he thought. He also was worried if George answered the door that he might recognize him, and not let him talk to his son.
All these thoughts were soon broken however, when he spotted a bright yellow pickup truck outside. It said "Biff's Auto Detailing". He than knew what he would end up doing for a living. "Maybe it was because of the butthead who got manure in my own car." He wondered if his older self would see him. He was suddenly jolted back by a loud crashing boom, 3 in a row actually. A small silver car burning rubber as it peeled to a stop followed this. This was the car he was in last night!
Out popped a white haired guy who looked to be in his 60s, though he had the energy of someone 20 years younger. Could this be, Doctor Brown in the future? Had to be. "Son of a bitch" said Biff. When he heard the man's voice, there was absolutely no denying it either.
"Marty, you've got to come back with me!" yelled Brown in a loud, panicky voice. He was also wearing a strange kind of shades he had never seen before. Next, he heard the guy who was supposed to be Marty, say "Where?"
This guy sure looked a hell of a lot like Calvin Klein. He was also with a girl wearing a white shirt, blue vest and pink colored pants. He assumed she was Marty's girlfriend.
Brown than ran over to him and sincerely said, "Back to the future!"
In Biff's head, this guy was even crazier than he thought. He wasn't going to sit and wait anymore, he took the opening and ran up to the trio.
"Hey buttheads! Remember me?"
Doc got wild eyed and yelled "Great Scott!" He turned to his friend, who was no less shocked. Marty backed away, toward the car, holding an equally shocked Jennifer back.
"Jesus Christ, Biff it's you, I mean Biff from 1955, what the hell happened here?"
Biff did the talking. "Alright punk, are you Calvin Klein, or are you George Mcfly's son, Marty? If you're not Calvin Klein, you sure as hell look like him?"
Marty didn't fully know the consequences of telling a time traveler information like that. If Biff found out that Calvin Klein and Marty Mcfly were, in fact, one and the same. He couldn't let Biff know he was George Mcfly's future son. He nervously ran his fingers through his hair as he stuttered out an answer.
"Well, you know, I know of Calvin Klein, but he's."
Doc was thinking more about paradoxes and the like, or at least the possibility that once Biff got back to the past he could change the present. He cut Marty off midsentence.
"What in the name of Sir Isaac H Newton happened here? Tannen, how did you end up in 1985? Whatever it was, whatever happened, I'll get you back home, I just need the vital, scientific information."
Biff didn't know if this was a setup, but he didn't want to take a chance.
"Yeah, fine, old man, you all wanna know how I got here? When you're friend Calvin, or whatever his name is, was in this car last night, I hid in the front seat so I could give him a good beating, and next thing I know, I'm in 1985, Butthead!"
"Shit, how in the hell could I have missed that, Biff? I didn't mean to do it, you know." Marty replied.
Jennifer was awe struck over all this. She thought this large guy did bear a pretty good resemblance to this guy Biff Tannen who she knew from Marty and his family, a local auto detailer.
"Marty, what is everyone talking about here? Are you kidding about something? It's a joke, isn't it?" At that mention, she lightly giggled at her own comment before stating, "Biff is in the house still."
Marty, in a panic, almost forget about the fact that Jennifer was hearing all this information, and she had no idea of time travel. "Uh, Jennifer, this isn't a joke, some heavy stuff seems to be going on here. I'm gonna have to explain it to you later, okay."
At this moment, because of the time they spent talking '85 Biff came out of the house, pushing the screen door open and almost running outside with something in his hand. He somewhat excitedly, in a nerdy way, exclaimed "Marty, Marty I wanted to show you these matchbooks from my auto detailing I had printed up!"
He actually saw everyone outside, but went up to Marty, who was standing closest to the garage.
Marty took a very quick look at the matchbooks than brushed it off. "Hey Biff, those look nice, I'm really busy so I'm gonna have to talk to you later, okay." To which Biff replied "Sure, whatever works. Oh hi, Jennifer, you guys all going to the lake in his new 4 by 4 huh?"
Before she could respond, both Biffs noticed each other at that point. '55 Biff look straight at '85 Biff with amazement and just said, "I'm you, I've gotta be you, right? I wax that Irish bug's car in the future?"
'85 Biff started to reply before looking at his younger self, knowing that, while he did look somewhat like his current son, Biff JR, this was definitely him from the past. For his life, he could never forget what he was wearing on November 12th, 1955. All he could speak, with a deadly serious stare was, "What the hell is going on here? How did I, I mean, you get here, that was 30 years ago now?"
'55 Biff said loudly "That's what I'm trying to find out, it wasn't your, or my idea to come here, I got here by mistake from this butthead!"
Meanwhile, inside the house, George got up from the dining room chair where he was watching 'The Price is Right' and said to Lorraine, "Geez, I wonder who's outside, didn't Marty take off with Jen already? I wished I had a truck like that to go to the lake to when we were his age."
Lorraine said, "Oh they're probably just friends of Marty's from school, or Doc. Could be the neighbors too. He sure seemed so happy this morning, even more than usual. Those two are probably gone by now. George, what did you mean you wished you had a truck like that? What was wrong with going on a date in one of our friends' or our parents' cars?" she said a little innocently.
George went over to his wife and said playfully, "Oh nothing was wrong with that, come to think of it. I had the perfect girl to go with, just like now, doesn't that count for something?"
The successful, quite youthful seeming middle-aged couple started to snuggle when they both distinctly heard the word 'Butthead' coming from outside. Neither one of them could forget who used to say that all the time. George said "Butthead, guess who that sounds like? Oh lord, let's see what that joker Biff is up to now." He went out the front door, Lorraine following closely behind.
At the sight of this, Doc quickly ran to 17 year-old Biff and turned him away so he wouldn't see the future version of his classmates.
George went up to 47 year-old Biff and said, "Now, Biff, what's the matter, who are you causing trouble with now?"
"Oh, Mr. Mcfly, nothing, I just thought I." A beep came over his pager. Another call. He was anxious to know what was going on here, but also relived he could get out of it, especially since he was still afraid of George. "Hey, that's another call, I have to go, I'll be back though, Mr. Mcfly, okay." Biff ran to his truck and slightly burned rubber on his U- turn as he quickly left the scene.
George & Lorraine also than noticed their son, as well as Doc & Jennifer and some other guy with a short haircut turned away from them. George said, "Hey there, Emmett, how're you doing? Nice car, you come to pay Marty a quick visit?"
Doc only gave the answer to that one question. "Yes, George I just had to tell him something before he left."
At this mention, Lorraine turned to her son and said, Marty, aren't you going on your date soon? I just heard all these people out here and wondered, you know." Marty just wanted to get younger Biff away and back home, so he could relax with Jennifer, and get to know the apparently much better family he had now. "Mom, Jennifer and I were about to leave and, Doc, you know, he just came to tell me something. I was just talking to, some other guy, I never seen him before."
Sensing that nothing was really out of the ordinary, George went back in the house and just said, Have a good time, son, I'll see you tomorrow. Bye Jennifer." She waved back. Lorraine stayed out for another minute though, and just said, "Okay, sweetie, I just wanted to make sure."
Biff couldn't take it anymore and subsequently turned around, putting an arm over his face and slightly disguising his voice so she wouldn't recognize him. He said, "Hi there, you must be Marty's mom, Lorraine, right?"
She went up to shake his hand as Doc looked on in a combination of anger and confusion. "Yes, I am. Nice to meet you, are you a friend of Marty's?"
Biff desperately wanted to say the truth, but if he told her how he really felt, she might catch on to who he was, so he went along with it. "I guess you could say that. I don't know him so well yet, but it looks like I'm gonna be."
Doc couldn't let this conversation go on for another minute, just in the possibility of having Lorraine figure out who he was, he thought a paradox could occur. He blurted out "Excuse me everyone, but there's something very important we all have to talk about. Lorraine, next time I'm over to the house, I'll tell you the answers." Lorraine said goodbye to everyone and went back in the house, closing both doors behind her.
Marty turned to a very bewildered Jennifer and just said, "Jen, I think you better go on home too. I promise when I'm done with Doc I'll come and pick you up. We can still go out tonight, okay."
She said, "Marty, I'll go home, but you promise you'll be there?" He said, "Yeah, before Noon, count on it." She turned and walked away down the street, toward her house in the neighborhood just up the road and across the street, less than half a mile away.
Now that this problem was out of the way, Doc sighed with relief and now he went back to brainstorming the original problem of how to get Biff home and put everything back to normal, before the ripple effect caught up and erased 1985 Biff.
Biff couldn't believe the sight he just saw. That was clearly a future version of him, alright. He managed to get a glimpse of middle-aged Biff's face before he ducked away in the nick of time. He was now even more confused about time travel, and knew he didn't disappear for the past 30 years.
As he slowly walked out of Kragen and the mall, and into the daylight, Biff was a little surprised at how he'd seen himself. This guy didn't seem like a bully. In fact, he talked in a somewhat nervous voice with a slight stutter, almost like he was either too happy, or was pretending to be. One would have to speculate that if Biff had somehow gone to 1985 before Marty interfered with the timeline and seen the original older version of himself, that he'd be pretty content. After all, that Biff was much like he was today, the guy who became George's supervisor and kept bullying him and got to harass Lorraine because George was too timid and unconfident to stop him.
By now, Biff just wanted to think and have a few minutes to himself. He decided not to have to interact with anyone he knew. He didn't want to hitchhike and make up any more stories about being his own son. Lyon Estates, where the Mcflys apparently lived, was only a mile or so away from where he was now. It was mostly residential and not too busy, so he decided to walk it. With his black shirt on and still carrying his jacket, Biff made his way down JFK Drive toward 395, where it would only be a short distance to his destination.
By now, he was anxious as to how Calvin Klein and Marty Mcfly, George's son were alike. They both apparently were well acquainted with the crazy scientist Doc Brown, the man almost everyone regarded as crazy. The supposed similarities between the two of them were striking.
Biff thought aloud, "I don't know, maybe Marty is Calvin Klein's son and that Irish bug just don't know it yet."
He turned right, off the now incorporated suburban 2-lane highway into the housing development known as Lyon Estates. Biff definitely knew where he was, even though in 1955, this very location looked much more desolate, like it could've been 10 miles out in the country, instead of just 2.
Apparently he didn't have to make his way around the neighborhood, seeing as the street leading out into the road was the one he needed. It was Lyon Drive, the Mcfly's street. Biff looked at his watch, 10:35 AM. He wondered what he'd say, and how he would break it to everyone that he had to get back to the past.
Although this whole mishap happened out of him wanting to beat Calvin Klein to a pulp, he had to admit he was beginning to like his adventures in 1985. He wanted to look people up that he knew, or maybe take some future knowledge or technology home with him, such as that audio cassette by some now current rock and roll star named Huey Lewis.
He started to think, as he got closer to the house, that he might very well run into a future George or Lorraine. He liked the sound of that. He could actually hit on an older woman, the one he always wanted to "Be his girl" since Kindergarten. If he did that now, there wouldn't be anything they could do, especially if he was going to 1955, it would be erased, or at least 30 years away, he thought. He also was worried if George answered the door that he might recognize him, and not let him talk to his son.
All these thoughts were soon broken however, when he spotted a bright yellow pickup truck outside. It said "Biff's Auto Detailing". He than knew what he would end up doing for a living. "Maybe it was because of the butthead who got manure in my own car." He wondered if his older self would see him. He was suddenly jolted back by a loud crashing boom, 3 in a row actually. A small silver car burning rubber as it peeled to a stop followed this. This was the car he was in last night!
Out popped a white haired guy who looked to be in his 60s, though he had the energy of someone 20 years younger. Could this be, Doctor Brown in the future? Had to be. "Son of a bitch" said Biff. When he heard the man's voice, there was absolutely no denying it either.
"Marty, you've got to come back with me!" yelled Brown in a loud, panicky voice. He was also wearing a strange kind of shades he had never seen before. Next, he heard the guy who was supposed to be Marty, say "Where?"
This guy sure looked a hell of a lot like Calvin Klein. He was also with a girl wearing a white shirt, blue vest and pink colored pants. He assumed she was Marty's girlfriend.
Brown than ran over to him and sincerely said, "Back to the future!"
In Biff's head, this guy was even crazier than he thought. He wasn't going to sit and wait anymore, he took the opening and ran up to the trio.
"Hey buttheads! Remember me?"
Doc got wild eyed and yelled "Great Scott!" He turned to his friend, who was no less shocked. Marty backed away, toward the car, holding an equally shocked Jennifer back.
"Jesus Christ, Biff it's you, I mean Biff from 1955, what the hell happened here?"
Biff did the talking. "Alright punk, are you Calvin Klein, or are you George Mcfly's son, Marty? If you're not Calvin Klein, you sure as hell look like him?"
Marty didn't fully know the consequences of telling a time traveler information like that. If Biff found out that Calvin Klein and Marty Mcfly were, in fact, one and the same. He couldn't let Biff know he was George Mcfly's future son. He nervously ran his fingers through his hair as he stuttered out an answer.
"Well, you know, I know of Calvin Klein, but he's."
Doc was thinking more about paradoxes and the like, or at least the possibility that once Biff got back to the past he could change the present. He cut Marty off midsentence.
"What in the name of Sir Isaac H Newton happened here? Tannen, how did you end up in 1985? Whatever it was, whatever happened, I'll get you back home, I just need the vital, scientific information."
Biff didn't know if this was a setup, but he didn't want to take a chance.
"Yeah, fine, old man, you all wanna know how I got here? When you're friend Calvin, or whatever his name is, was in this car last night, I hid in the front seat so I could give him a good beating, and next thing I know, I'm in 1985, Butthead!"
"Shit, how in the hell could I have missed that, Biff? I didn't mean to do it, you know." Marty replied.
Jennifer was awe struck over all this. She thought this large guy did bear a pretty good resemblance to this guy Biff Tannen who she knew from Marty and his family, a local auto detailer.
"Marty, what is everyone talking about here? Are you kidding about something? It's a joke, isn't it?" At that mention, she lightly giggled at her own comment before stating, "Biff is in the house still."
Marty, in a panic, almost forget about the fact that Jennifer was hearing all this information, and she had no idea of time travel. "Uh, Jennifer, this isn't a joke, some heavy stuff seems to be going on here. I'm gonna have to explain it to you later, okay."
At this moment, because of the time they spent talking '85 Biff came out of the house, pushing the screen door open and almost running outside with something in his hand. He somewhat excitedly, in a nerdy way, exclaimed "Marty, Marty I wanted to show you these matchbooks from my auto detailing I had printed up!"
He actually saw everyone outside, but went up to Marty, who was standing closest to the garage.
Marty took a very quick look at the matchbooks than brushed it off. "Hey Biff, those look nice, I'm really busy so I'm gonna have to talk to you later, okay." To which Biff replied "Sure, whatever works. Oh hi, Jennifer, you guys all going to the lake in his new 4 by 4 huh?"
Before she could respond, both Biffs noticed each other at that point. '55 Biff look straight at '85 Biff with amazement and just said, "I'm you, I've gotta be you, right? I wax that Irish bug's car in the future?"
'85 Biff started to reply before looking at his younger self, knowing that, while he did look somewhat like his current son, Biff JR, this was definitely him from the past. For his life, he could never forget what he was wearing on November 12th, 1955. All he could speak, with a deadly serious stare was, "What the hell is going on here? How did I, I mean, you get here, that was 30 years ago now?"
'55 Biff said loudly "That's what I'm trying to find out, it wasn't your, or my idea to come here, I got here by mistake from this butthead!"
Meanwhile, inside the house, George got up from the dining room chair where he was watching 'The Price is Right' and said to Lorraine, "Geez, I wonder who's outside, didn't Marty take off with Jen already? I wished I had a truck like that to go to the lake to when we were his age."
Lorraine said, "Oh they're probably just friends of Marty's from school, or Doc. Could be the neighbors too. He sure seemed so happy this morning, even more than usual. Those two are probably gone by now. George, what did you mean you wished you had a truck like that? What was wrong with going on a date in one of our friends' or our parents' cars?" she said a little innocently.
George went over to his wife and said playfully, "Oh nothing was wrong with that, come to think of it. I had the perfect girl to go with, just like now, doesn't that count for something?"
The successful, quite youthful seeming middle-aged couple started to snuggle when they both distinctly heard the word 'Butthead' coming from outside. Neither one of them could forget who used to say that all the time. George said "Butthead, guess who that sounds like? Oh lord, let's see what that joker Biff is up to now." He went out the front door, Lorraine following closely behind.
At the sight of this, Doc quickly ran to 17 year-old Biff and turned him away so he wouldn't see the future version of his classmates.
George went up to 47 year-old Biff and said, "Now, Biff, what's the matter, who are you causing trouble with now?"
"Oh, Mr. Mcfly, nothing, I just thought I." A beep came over his pager. Another call. He was anxious to know what was going on here, but also relived he could get out of it, especially since he was still afraid of George. "Hey, that's another call, I have to go, I'll be back though, Mr. Mcfly, okay." Biff ran to his truck and slightly burned rubber on his U- turn as he quickly left the scene.
George & Lorraine also than noticed their son, as well as Doc & Jennifer and some other guy with a short haircut turned away from them. George said, "Hey there, Emmett, how're you doing? Nice car, you come to pay Marty a quick visit?"
Doc only gave the answer to that one question. "Yes, George I just had to tell him something before he left."
At this mention, Lorraine turned to her son and said, Marty, aren't you going on your date soon? I just heard all these people out here and wondered, you know." Marty just wanted to get younger Biff away and back home, so he could relax with Jennifer, and get to know the apparently much better family he had now. "Mom, Jennifer and I were about to leave and, Doc, you know, he just came to tell me something. I was just talking to, some other guy, I never seen him before."
Sensing that nothing was really out of the ordinary, George went back in the house and just said, Have a good time, son, I'll see you tomorrow. Bye Jennifer." She waved back. Lorraine stayed out for another minute though, and just said, "Okay, sweetie, I just wanted to make sure."
Biff couldn't take it anymore and subsequently turned around, putting an arm over his face and slightly disguising his voice so she wouldn't recognize him. He said, "Hi there, you must be Marty's mom, Lorraine, right?"
She went up to shake his hand as Doc looked on in a combination of anger and confusion. "Yes, I am. Nice to meet you, are you a friend of Marty's?"
Biff desperately wanted to say the truth, but if he told her how he really felt, she might catch on to who he was, so he went along with it. "I guess you could say that. I don't know him so well yet, but it looks like I'm gonna be."
Doc couldn't let this conversation go on for another minute, just in the possibility of having Lorraine figure out who he was, he thought a paradox could occur. He blurted out "Excuse me everyone, but there's something very important we all have to talk about. Lorraine, next time I'm over to the house, I'll tell you the answers." Lorraine said goodbye to everyone and went back in the house, closing both doors behind her.
Marty turned to a very bewildered Jennifer and just said, "Jen, I think you better go on home too. I promise when I'm done with Doc I'll come and pick you up. We can still go out tonight, okay."
She said, "Marty, I'll go home, but you promise you'll be there?" He said, "Yeah, before Noon, count on it." She turned and walked away down the street, toward her house in the neighborhood just up the road and across the street, less than half a mile away.
Now that this problem was out of the way, Doc sighed with relief and now he went back to brainstorming the original problem of how to get Biff home and put everything back to normal, before the ripple effect caught up and erased 1985 Biff.