Chapter 4- Some Guys Just Don't Get It
Standard disclaimer applies.
George, Lorraine, Linda, Dave…
Good, Marty's not with them. Time to work.
Here goes everything.
Marty's window is open and he's sleeping;so far so good.
Part of me is kind of scared to proceed with this. Even though I've memorized what I have to say. I've never talked to a character from a movie before. And I mean the character, not the actor.
CLANG
Ow, my ears.
"What the hell… who are you?"
"I…" Loss for words.
"Oh, no." he half whispered, "What year is this?"
"You're asking me?" Ah, a voice. "It's 1985."
"Then who the hell are you?"
"Carly, I think. But I need your…"
"Look, who ever you are get out now, or I'm calling the police."
"No! I'm in the wrong time line. I'm from the year 2001, I don't know how I got here, I don't think it was by DeLorean but…"
"Whoa, whoa, whoa. Did you say DeLorean?"
"And now I don't know what to do… Did you say something?"
Did he say something?
Oh, great. Now I sound like the Wallet Guy.
"Did you say DeLorean and 2001?"
Progress. He semi gets it.
"Yes. I think I'm in some alternate reality too causes where I come from you're a movie. I mean you're in a movie. We'll you're not in a movie, you're a character in one."
"How did you get here?"
Does this boy listen?
"I don't know. That's why I need your help."
"What am I supposed to do." He paused, "Take you back to the mental hospital?"
He's going to pretend that time travel isn't real. He can't do that for long.
"Help me get back to 2001. Find Doc and get him to let me use the time machine."
"The look on his face…priceless. Like I discovered some deep secret.
Actually, I did. But that's beside the point.
"I don't know what you're talking about." Ha. He sounds nervous.
"Look, I know all about it. I know about Doc's time machine. I know about time traveling. I can tell you exactly what you've been doing the past two days."
So I proceed to tell him the story line of the first movie. His face registered pure shock. I swear this is hilarious.
"…and then Doc shows up again and tell you that you have to go to the future with him. So he loads Mr. Fusion and you and Jennifer get in the DeLorean with him. Am I right so far?"
"Uh…" he stuttered.
"Fine, I'll continue. The next day…"
I'm wasting valuable time. I wish he would just stop me.
"Stop."
Another wish came true. I'm dang lucky.
"How do you know…" He looked so shocked and surprised, but then that changed. "Leave"
Well he's really nice.
"I can't. I need your help. Do you think I want to spend the rest of my life in 1985? I don't want to live in the past."
Silence.
I hate silence.
Particularly uncomfortably silence.
"I can't help you." He said quietly.
No way. He has to help me. That's the way my plan goes. He can't screw this up.
"Why not?" I'm so persistent.
""The DeLorean's totaled. Doc's gone, and who knows when I'll see him again." He looked up at me, "But since you know so much, you can tell me when he'll be back."
He had to ask me something I don't know.
"I only know up to what happened yesterday, because part 4 hasn't been made yet." I sighed, "Now I really wish that the members of the BTTF message board had posted more information about it."
"Part 4?" Marty asked?
"Of the movie." I replied, but I just got an idea. "If I'm stuck here, won't that create come paradox in the future and ruin the space time continuum?"
"I guess so." He paused for a minute, "I don't know about that stuff as much as Doc. But what's that got to do with getting you back?"
"Well, the next time you see Doc in the future, you can tell him about this and have him come back here and send me back."
Yes! An even better plan and this one might work.
"So all I have to do is tell Doc in…"
RING
Damn phone.
"Hello," Marty pause, "Doc? Where are you? You won't believe what's going on…"
Unless Doc has invented a phone that can call different years, which I doubt, my ride's here.
It's about time.