8:55 PM PST
While Marty Two was watching Biff, Marty One pulled to the high school with Lorraine in Doc's Packard. He stopped the car, as he realized that the moment was soon.
"Do you mind if we park for a while?" Marty One asked, nervously.
"That's a great idea," gasped Lorraine. "I'd love to park."
Marty One was stunned. That wasn't at all what he expected to hear. It seemed that his mother back in 1985 had lied to him about many things.
'Huh?' Marty One asked, confused.
"Well, Marty, I'm almost 18 years old," explained Lorraine, as she was obviously shocked by Marty One's reaction. "It's not like I've never parked before."
"What?" Marty One asked, still stunned. One thing was certain. This night was a real eye-opener for Marty One. He was sure starting to see that his mother really wasn't all that she claimed to be in 1985.
"Marty, you seem so nervous," Lorraine said, concerned. "Is something wrong?"
"No, no," stammered Marty One, not very convincingly. He couldn't believe that, within just a few minutes, he would have to feel up his mother.
To Marty One's horror, Lorraine took a sip of alcohol from a bottle she had brought.
"Lorraine, Lorraine," Marty One gasped, with alarm, "what are you doing?"
Lorraine giggled a bit, and she said, "I swiped it from the old lady's liquor cabinet."
"Yeah, well, you shouldn't drink," Marty One insisted. His thought went back to all the times that he had longed for more supportive mother who didn't drink all the time.
"Why not?" demanded Lorraine, somewhat perturbed.
"Because," Marty One replied, "you might regret it later in life." Please, Mom, Marty thought, with desperation. I don't want you to be such an alcoholic, after I return to 1985. I want to have a mother that I can look up to and confide in.
"Marty, don't be such a square," countered Lorraine, as she really was oblivious to her future son's concerns. "Everybody who's anybody drinks."
Marty One took a sip, but he spit it back out when he saw Lorraine lighting up a cigarette! He sure wondered what Grandpa Sam might say, if he knew what his daughter was really like. He didn't think Grandpa Sam would approve.
"Jesus," gasped Marty One, 'you smoke too?'
Lorraine took off her jacket to reveal her dress - and, with a hint of irritation, she said, "Marty, you're beginning to sound just like my mother!"
"Yeah, right," Marty One replied, as he was so stunned by the irony of that remark.
"When I have kids," Lorraine continued, in a dreamy voice, "I'm going to let them do anything they want. Anything at all."
"I'd like to have that in writing," muttered Marty One, as he remembered that his mother was strict and disapproving. Jennifer sure was not as bad at that teenage version of his mother. It's like her mother was an entire different person.
"Yeah, me too," Marty One heard a strangely familiar voice say. He didn't think much about it, though. He just chalked it up to having an overactive imagination.
"Huh?" asked Lorraine, confused by Marty One's remark. "What do you mean?"
"Oh, uh, never mind," stammered Marty One. He was sweating profusely, as he realized it was almost nine o'clock.
oooooooooo
Marty Jr and Harmony were in the gym, dancing in the air. They watched George dancing by himself. Marty Jr felt that this was actually pretty fun.
"Grandpa George looks so nervous, doesn't he?" Marty Jr asked. "It looks like the big moment is almost here. He looking at his watch, and the clock on the wall. This was a very risky plan that Dad came up with, but I guess they really had no other choice."
"I am not sure if I can really blame him, though," Harmony replied. "Gee, I wonder how your dad is doing out in that car, with your grandma. I still remember that you felt sick to your stomack, when you had to kiss your mother at that dance."
"We're gonna take a little break," Marvin Berry told the audience, as the band finally stopped playing, "but we'll be back in a while, so don't nobody go nowhere."
"Well, let's watch my grandpa head outside," Marty Jr suggested. As they followed George, they saw that George was headed off for the telephone booth. "Well, isn't George going to head outside right now? It's already nine o'clock!"
"I wonder who he's going to call," Harmony commented, stunned. "Your father is out there in the car with Lorraine, and this just can't be a comfortable position for him to be in. Not to mention how poor Lorraine may be distraught by the whole situation."
"Operator! Operator!," George called out, into the telephone. "Can you give me the time?" A group of boys then trapped George in the booth with a ruler, as they were laughing. "Listen, I gotta get out," George rather protested. "Listen, this isn't funny, guys! Listen! Mr. Strickland, those no good guys they just locked me in."
"You see?" Mr. Strickland asked, without any trace of sympathy. "You see what happens to slackers, McFly?"
"Yes, yes, Mr. Strickland?" George replied, as he seemed wounded by the principal's remark. "Mr. Strickland, you gotta let me outta here."
Mr. Strickland just walked away, without bothering to let George out. Marty Jr felt so furious, as he really couldn't believe just how callous the principal was.
"This is so unbelievable," Marty Jr groused, as rage was boiling up inside of him. "He doesn't even care! Didn't he even see the jerks lock him inside that phone booth? In fact, he is even worse than the bullies themselves, as he should really know better."
"Yes, Jeb Strickland's grandpa is just as bad," Harmony agreed, clenching her fists with rage. "Steven Strickland did hit an all-time low. Instead of just going after the jerks that locked George inside, he goes after George himself. What an asshole!"
"Yeah, it's this whole 'blame the victim' mentality," Marty Jr said, angrily. "He must be some lo-rez scuzzball who actually thinks victims always get picked on because they somehow provoked the tormentors into doing so. I guess it never crossed his mind that some people are just plain mean - who rather will, in fact, torment other people for no good reason whatsoever."
"Hey, buddy, how did you get stuck in here?" Lester asked, with concern - just as he approached the telephone booth.
"Dixon and some of his friends locked me in here," George said, shaking his head. "Look, I really need to go out and find Lorraine Baines."
"Oh, yeah, right,' replied Lester. "I guess you'd better hurry and get going, then."
George quickly ran out of the school. Marty Jr and Harmony decided to follow George outside.
oooooooooo
"Marty, why are you so nervous?" asked Lorraine, as she was concerned. She had no idea why Calvin Marty Klein had been so jumpy this evening.
"Lorraine, have you ever, uh," stammered Marty One, "been in a situation where you know you had to act a certain way - but when you got there, you didn't know if you could go through with it?"
"Oh, you mean how you're supposed to act on a first date?" Lorraine asked, gently.
"Ah, well, sort of," stammered Marty One, as he was obviously uneasy.
"I think I know exactly what you mean," replied Lorraine, as she understood how he felt. She would do her part to loosen him up. This young man was just a dreamboat.
"You do?" Marty One asked, as he seemed somewhat confused.
"You know what I do in those situations?" Lorraine asked, coyly.
"What?" Marty One asked, nervously. Lorraine smiled, as she noticed that cute little dimple in his left cheek. She really hoped to have a son that cute, someday.
"I don't worry," repled Lorraine, as she leaned over to kiss Marty One.
However, as she kissed him, something didn't seem right. In fact, she felt rather dirty - as if she was not supposed to be kissing him, for some reason. She had to tell him how she felt, and she was so worried she might break his heart. Even though he seemed to blow hot and cold with her all week - she figured, from his courageous acts, that he must really love her.
"This is all wrong," Lorraine said, sighing. "I don't know what it is - but when I kiss you, it's like kissing..." Lorraine than paused a bit, before adding, "... my brother. I guess that doesn't make any sense, does it"
"No, it makes perfect sense," Marty One replied, much to Lorraine's surprise.
Lorraine wasn't too sure of how to take Marty One's comment, but she didn't have much time to think about it. Her heart skipped a bit, as she heard footsteps.
"Someone's coming," Lorraine whispered, as she was frightened.
Suddenly, the door opened - and someone was pulling Marty One away from her.
"You cost 300 bucks damage to my car, you son of a bitch," shouted an all-too-familiar voice, who Lorraine immediately recognized as Biff. "And I'm gonna take it out of your ass." Lorraine looked up, as Biff said to his gang, "Hold him."
"Let him go, Biff," Lorraine demanded. Her crush for Marty may have died out, but he was still her friend. "You're drunk."
Just then, Biff turned to take a close look at Lorraine. Unfortunately, she hadn't been dressed in a very modest manner - so, quite naturally, Biff had taken the opportunity to make an advance towards her.
"Well, lookie what we have here!" Biff said, in a learing voice.
Lorraine desperately cried to cover up her dress a bit by backing into the car. The night she had been dreaming about all week was starting to turn into one of her biggest nightmares - and Marty One was just too weak to save him from Biff.
"No, no, no, you're staying right here with me," Biff continued, as he stepped into the car.
"Stop it!" Lorraine cried out. She desperately hoped for someone to come rescue her.
"C'mon!" urged Biff, as he began to fondle her. Lorraine suddenly felt like throwing up. Biff had very bad breath.
"Stop it!" Lorraine cried out again. She was determined to fight against Biff's advances, tooth and nail.
"C'mon!" Biff repeated. Lorraine tried to shove Biff off of her, but he was too strong.
"Leave her alone, you bastard!" shouted Marty. Lorraine then felt touched that Marty still cared about her, even after tell him how she felt about kissing him. It was a shame that Biff's gang was so much stronger than him.
"You guys, take him in back - and I'll be right there," Biff was telling his gang. As the gang continued to watch, Biff added, "Well, c'mon, this ain't no peep show!"
Lorraine felt very helpless, as Biff closed the car door and forced himself on her.