1:45 PM.
Old Biff was watching his younger self try to pick Lorraine up intently. Needless to say, he knew the outcome, but was hoping to change that. With as much confidence as possible, he spoke up from the car.
"You always did have a way with women."
With slight shock and confusion, Young Biff said, "Get the h*ll out of my car, old man!"
He wouldn't give up that easy. "You wanna marry that girl, Biff? I can help make it happen," said his older counterpart, more confidently than he ever would at home in 2015.
He realized this was the old guy at school that morning and was unsure of what he wanted. "Oh, yeah, who are you, Miss Lonely Hearts?"
Not surprised, since he remembered how he used to be, Old Biff lowered his voice and said, "Just get in the car, butthead!"
That was his signature word. "Who are you callin' butthead, butthead?" Just than he calmed down a little bit as he again got amazed as Old Biff effortlessly reached under the car and started it. "Hey, wait a minute. How do you know how to do that? Nobody can start this car but me."
Old Biff couldn't really tell him, and didn't want to argue. "Just get in the car, Tannen. Today is your lucky day."
"My lucky day, for what, wasting 300 bucks? Well, listen, old man, just be careful with my car or you'll be sorry," he said as he got in the passenger seat.
"I know this car means a lot to you, and I won't let anything happen to it, Biff." He made a sharp U-Turn.
As they blasted down the street, Young Biff wanted to know a few things. "Listen, have you been spying on me or something? I ran into you at school this morning, you said you knew about Strickland."
"I know about him because I knew his father when he was town policeman and later became the vice principal. They're all buttheads and concerned with enforcing rules and they hate slackers," Old Biff said as he turned left.
"Okay, you're right," Young Biff laughed before becoming mad again. "But you still haven't told me what you're doing here. You sure as hell know a lot about me, too!"
His older self was less patient now. "Biff, you'll understand why I know so much about you, just as soon as we get where we're going!"
"And where the h*ll is that gonna be?"
Before either of them could say anything, they didn't realize Old Biff ran a stop sign and almost collided with a beige '48 Packard making a left turn. It carried original Marty, on his way to George's house.
Marty's reflexes were fast enough to swerve out of the way of the collision. "Jesus Christ! What the h*ll kind of driver is that?"
Luckily or not, he didn't see the car clearly enough to recognize it as Biff's, and neither did he see him or his aged counterpart.
Back in the Ford, Young Biff was getting crazy as they headed east. "I told you to look out! You almost hit that car. I just picked this up from the shop when it got filled with horse sh*t!"
"Hey, I'm sorry Biff, but it wasn't my fault. This butthead just pulls out ahead of me, if so, maybe he deserves to get hit." Old Biff may have unconsciously wanted to hit Marty. After all, he remembered the events of that day.
"Yeah, could be, but I just don't want you doing anything to this car. You never did tell me where we're going, or what this is about either!"
"I'm telling you, we're almost there already, in a minute you'll be really glad for everything that's about to happen today!"
Young Biff realized they were zeroing in on his neighborhood, so he'd be able to walk home if needed be. As paranoid as he was with his car, he was at least a little surprised to see how the old man was driving. Most old folks in this time didn't even drive at all, or if they did, they were unbelievably slow.
Making a left turn, and than a right onto Mason Street, around a mile and a half from downtown, the conversation continued.
"How exactly is this lucky for me? I think you just wanted to drive this car with me in it or something, huh?"
"If I told you what I came to do right now, you wouldn't understand, but someday you will. I know you'd think I was insane if I gave you every piece of information I have about you. There's no time for that now, here we are anyway."
Remembering where he lived, Old Biff hastily stepped on the brakes before making a sharp right turn into the narrow driveway of 1809 Mason Street. He accidentally took out a few of the neighbor's bushes along the way.
Young Biff again got alerted to his driving habits. "Hey, hey watch where you're driving, old man! If you dent this car, I'll kill you!" He was now leaning out the passenger side window hanging onto the door for life and looking behind him as the car again turned right, into Biff's opened garage.
"This cost me 300 bucks!" Biff barked in a ticked off, yelling, slightly high-pitched tone, as the car skidded to a stop.