5:10 PM.

On the scene of Biff's accident at the end of town, a police car was there while Officer Janet Foley was in the road directing traffic. Biff looked mad and was standing on the side of the road. He popped several cinnamon Tic Tacs into his mouth, trying hard to mask the odor of beer.

Donald Jones, an 86 year-old retired manure truck driver, was also involved in the accident. His van was much less damaged though, partially because of its size. Officer Katie Reese was taking statements from both of them.

"That's a h*ll of a big dent, what happened here, Mr. Jones?"

The still feisty and confident old man proclaimed, "I was just going along at normal speed and before I knew it, this bozo broadsided my van!"

Reese could sense they not only knew each other, but weren't exactly the best of friends. She asked for more details from Jones. "Did you see him coming at all?"

"Not until it was too darn late. I swerved a little so the impact wouldn't be so big. I can't believe this fool runs a stop sign at 30 miles an hour."

Reese looked right at Biff. "Is that true, Mr. Tannen? The information and the skid marks at the scene do match up with that."

In typical tough guy bravado, Biff came up with something. "It might look that way, officer, but he crashed into me. All you gotta do is look at him. Do you want an old codger like this on the road? I'm not saying I'm the youngest guy in the world anymore either, but I got almost 40 years before I'm this senile. The old f*rt probably forget his hearing aid and didn't hear me honkin'." Biff again laughed at his joke. He loved telling people off and being a smart aleck. Ever since elementary school, that never changed.

Getting angry, the older man half yelled. "You weren't honking, Tannen! You're probably just in a hurry to cause some more trouble like always. Just like you and your hooligan friends used to do. All you have kids just like yourselves now. You must be proud!"

That seriously made Biff mad. "Hey, I am proud of them, but what the h*ll do our kids have to do with this? You better leave them out of this or I'm knocking your dentures out, grandpa!"

Office Reese jumped a bit, but stayed firm. "Any more threats, Mr. Tannen and you could be arrested here and now."

Looking up, Biff again realized where he was. "I apologize, ma'am, I really do, but I just don't like him insulting my family, or even me. He don't really even know me, he thinks he does, and likes to get in everyone's business. Still mad at what we did 25, 30 years ago, but that don't mean he can fault me for running that light!"

"You did run the light." Turning to Reese, Jones said, "I've known this guy since he was a teenager, and he's still a punk!"

Biff tensed up even more. "A punk, what did you just call me, old man? Lookie what we have here. I was the one who called the tow truck and waited almost an hour! What do I get from you?" He did a poor, exaggerated imitation of a really old person. "Oh, look what this whippersnapper used to do when he was a teenage whippersnapper. By golly."

Reese was almost too nice sometimes. She also had a sense of humor, but couldn't take this anymore. "Both of you, that's enough! This is worse than babysitting. My 3 year-old daughter is better behaved than you guys, I swear. But, than again, she wants to be a cop when she grows up. Now, about this accident, I believe it was an honest mistake on both your parts, but we're going to do a background check on you, Mr. Tannen."

She radioed his name into dispatch. The following information came back.

"Name: Biff Thomas Tannen.

Age: 47.

Address: 300 Main Street, Apartment 7, Hill Valley.

Priors: Theft, 1953. DUI, 1959, 1966, and 1974. Fist fight, 1960. Public drunkenness, 1983.

Marital status: Divorced since 1978.

Children: Stephanie, 19; Biff Junior, 17. "

She needed to take all that in for a moment. She looked at the pattern of drunk driving. It averaged once in a little under a decade. By that logic, he was almost overdue for another one now. She thought Biff was creepy and a jerk too, but obviously she couldn't charge him with that.

"There's no sufficient evidence, so I'm going to let you go, Tannen, but be careful in the future. It's dangerous to enter without watching the road. Now you said the car belongs to a man you work with, George McFly?"

Glad that he got out of it, he said, "Yeah, you got it, that's McFly's car, told me I could borrow it."

"Just to let you know, the interior is okay, but the front end is going to need some serious body work. For now, I suggest having it towed. The rest you'll have to work out later. You're free to go as well, Mr. Jones, I think your van will also need work, but it's safe to drive. I see the tow truck coming, now have a nicer day, both of you." Turning to her partner, she said, "Let's go, Janet," just as another call came over their car radio.