(1955)
Ally woke up a couple of minutes after they had crashed into the barn. She pushed herself from the steering wheel and took off her helmet holding her head.
It didn't take her long until she saw that she was still in the car. "Oh, shit," she swore, looking at her brother. He leaned against the door with the helmet over his head.
"Marty. Marty!" Ally shouted, shaking him by the shoulder. Marty woke up and gasped, pushing the helmet up from his face so he could look around.
"Ally? Oh man, tell me it's a dream..." he groaned, rubbing his aching head. "Why are we still in the Delorean?" Ally asked.
Her question was supposedly answered when she heard the door open to the barn. They see a family of four open the barn door and they say the car.
They saw that the family was confused about what was confused about the machine in front of them. They've concluded that it looked strikingly similar to a spaceship that was in the boy's comic book.
The teens opened the winged doors, and they stepped out of the car with their helmets on. It scared the family because their suits look like the ones on the comic cover.
The family makes a run for it and closed the door in a panic. "Hey, listen- Whoa!" Marty exclaimed, falling onto the hay beneath their feet.
"What the hell is going on? They think we're aliens!" Ally asked, helping her brother to his feet.
Ally took her helmet off her head completely and threw it in the car after she helped Marty to his feet.
They walked to the barn doors and Marty opened it. They saw that they were at a farm. "Excuse me? Sorry about your barn," Marty apologized pointing upwards at the barn.
"Yeah, we totally meant to turn it into a garage!," Ally said, with a cheeky smile. However, the family wasn't convinced that they were human.
The father of the family had a shotgun and shot at them, blowing a hole in the door, merely inches from Marty's head. Marty jumped out of his skin from the loud blast.
"Jesus, I was only joking!" Ally shouted, jumping back from the shot and onto the hay. Marty quickly closes the door as the boy yelled, "They've already mutated into human forms! Shoot them!"
"We come in peace!" The father shot through the barn doors, hoping that he shot them. "Take that, you bastards!" He shouted.
The siblings jumped back in the car with Ally behind the wheel again. She turned the key and pressed her foot on the gas pedal, making the car jolt forward.
Ally drives through the barn, breaking the wall in the process. She nearly ran over the two kids as they drove out of the farm, running over a pine tree.
"My pine! Why you-!" The father shouted, shooting his mailbox.
"You space bastards! You killed my pine!" He shouted again as they sped down the street.
(7 AM)
Ally turned out of the Peabody's farm and onto the road that led back to their neighborhood. The sun had risen in the sky by the time they got onto the street.
"Okay…we need to get a grip. This isn't real. Just a dream," Marty muttered, sweating profusely.
Ally couldn't make sense of this whole situation. But something grabbed her attention and she hit the breaks, making the car swerve on the road.
"Whoa! What the hell was that about?" Marty exclaimed in shock, his helmet closing over his eyes. Ally jumped out of the car and took off her helmet quickly.
"Um... Marty. You might want to come and see this," she said. He does and quickly takes his helmet off. "What is-'' he started, but he saw what his sister was looking at.
Lyon's Estate hadn't even been built yet. All there was was the statues that were at the entrance, a sign that showed what houses would be there, and a few construction vehicles.
"Wh-Where is it?" Ally asked, looking around. She started to remove the radiation suit just as a 1952 Buick Super car drove up to where Marty and Ally were. Marty waved it down, seeing that the driver side window was rolled down all the way.
"Hey, can you help us?" he asked, leaning down to look at the elderly couple inside.
However, the elderly woman, who sat in the passenger seat, grabbed her husband by his jacket. "Don't stop, Wilburt! Don't!" she shouted at him.
This made him floor it passed the two. They watched as the car sped away from them in disbelief.
"I-It can't be," Marty muttered, sitting back in the delorean. Ally joined him and sat down in the passenger seat.
"Great, now what?" Ally said, leaning back against the seat.
"Ah... I don't know. Let's go into town," he said, turning the key in the ignition. However, the car sputtered.
"What?" Ally said, looking back at the time circuits. They died when Marty tried to start the car; Even the plutonium chamber had run out.
"Oh, for Christ's sake," Ally groaned, leaning her head back against the seat, "Now what?"
Marty started to take off his walkman and he set the video camcorder between them. "Take your suit off. We're gonna have to walk," Marty said, getting out of the car.
Both of them took off their radiation suits and they threw them in the car. "C'mon, let's push the car behind that sign. Nobody's gonna see it," Ally said, pointing towards the sign.
"Yeah, sure. Give me a hand with this," he said, getting in front of the car.
Ally jogged to the front and helped her twin brother push it behind the Lyon's Estate sign.
When they were done, they started to walk down the direction of Hill Valley.
(Hill Valley Town Square/8 AM)
(11/8/1955)
Half an hour later, they had made it into Hill Valley. They noticed instantly that the town looked different and... cleaner.
Everything about it screamed the 1950s Everything from the music, cars, buildings, and even the music.
They were both stunned and mesmerized by how Hill Valley looked. Looking up, they saw that there was a movie being played with Ronald Regan in it.
They walked into the middle section of the square after Marty almost got hit by a passing car.
The horn to that car blared at Marty, getting Ally to pull him out of the way. "Try not to get yourself flattened, okay?" Ally scoffed, pulling her brother onto the sidewalk.
"Yeah, yeah," Marty said with a scoff. They both watched in astonishment as a car pulled into the Texaco gas station and saw four guys run out to work with the car.
Looking at the store windows, there was music by Nat King Cole, Patty Nell albums propped up against the glass.
They looked around and heard the clock on the clock tower loudly chimed behind them.
The duo walked out of the center, still in awe at how Hill Valley looked. A man walked past them and threw something in a trash bin next to the twins.
Ally turned and looked inside the bin and glimpsed at what the man tossed on it.
The man had thrown a newspaper in the bin. Pulling it out, she held it with both hands, eyes widened a bit in realization.
"Uh, Marty. Take a look," Ally said, hitting his left arm. Marty turned his sisters' direction. He took the paper and read the date: 'November 8th, 1955.'
He crumpled the paper up in disbelief. "This has gotta be a dream," he muttered. "I don't think so, Marty," Ally said with a head shake, taking the paper again. She threw the paper away.
An elderly lady bumped into Marty. "Pardon me, um ... could you pinch me?" he asked her. Ally nearly face palmed when she nearly heard this, 'Oh, god, please don't, Marty,' she thought, internally groaning.
The old lady had thought he meant something else and slapped Marty across the face, making him cringe.
"Shame on you!" she yelled as she walked away."Yeah, that'll do," he said, rubbing his face. Ally shook her head, it took all of her energy to not laugh.
"Well, it's definitely not a dream if that lady slapped the shit out of you," she said with a smirk. All Marty did was roll his eyes.
"There's gotta be a phone somewhere," he said, looking around the town for a payphone. Ally spotted the diner across the street called Lou's diner. It would be turned into a gym in about 30 years.
On the wall by the front window, Ally could see a sign that told them that there was a phone they could use. "Hey, Marty. Think I found a phone," she said, elbowing him in the ribs.
It wasn't the best idea Ally had but what else could they do? Doc had been shot down in 1985, so they didn't have many options to work with.
They jog over to the cafè and step inside it, instantly hearing 50's pop music coming from a jukebox that sat at a wall to their right.
They observed the diner, seeing how retro it was. For a moment, Marty and Ally wondered how it would get turned to a gym later on.
"Hey, what'd you do, jump ship?" The owner said from behind the bar.
Sitting at the bar was a lanky teen with dark slicked back hair. He had cereal in front of him.
Marty looked up at the older man, wondering if he was addressing him. Ally looked over too. "Huh? Were you talking to me or-or him?" She asked, pointing at herself and Marty.
"I'm talking to him. What's with that life preserver?" The man asked, noticing Marty's orange body warmer. Marty's eyes downcasted at his body warmer for a minute.
"Oh, um, do you have a phone we can use?" Marty asked, stepping forward. "Yeah, it's in the back," the owner said, pointing to where the phone was with a thumb.
"Let's see what we can find," Ally said, going over to the phone booth with Marty behind her.
Marty grabbed the phone book that was perched in the booth. He looked through it and eventually found Doc's name. "Look, he's alive," he said, pointing at Doc's name.
He dialed the number and put the phone up to his ear. After a few rings, Ally whispered, "His address is on here, Marty. Let's ask where it is,"
Marty nodded and tore the page out of the book. After that the twins walk out to the dining area to talk to the owner.
"Hey, can you tell us where-" Marty asked, holding the paper in both hands. "Are you Kids going to order something or not?" the owner blurted in a surly tone.
Ally saw the owner's name tag on his apron, seeing that his name is Lou. She and Marty glimpse at one another before sitting down next to the lanky teen.
Marty folded the page and put it in the inner pocket of his body warmer when he sat down.
"Alright, um, gimme a tab," he said. "Tab? I can't give you a tab unless you buy something," Lou said, giving him a confused look.
"Look,give me a Pepsi Free," Marty said, resting his elbows onto the bar. "You want a Pepsi, you're gonna pay for it," Lou said strictly, making it obvious that he had no idea of what Marty was talking about.
Marty seemed to forget that that specific drink didn't come out until 1982, which was 27 years from now. Ally rubbed her forehead out of slight frustration and she said, "What he means is that he wants something without sugar in it. As for me, gimme a Dr. Pepper,"
"Something without sugar," Lou said, turning to get a coffee and a Dr. Pepper for the twins, who left money on the bar for him.
Marty looked over at Ally, who sat on his right, and gave her a 'thank you' glance. After receiving their drinks, they rested their heads on their hands, just like the lanky teen next to them.
"Hey, Mcfly!" a voice suddenly called from behind them. Marty and Ally nearly spilled their drinks. They spin around on their stools and look in the direction of the voice.
Standing at the entrance were four young fellows around 17 or 18. They were moving towards the lanky, nerdy boy. The leader looked vaguely familiar to Marty and Ally.
The leader had beady eyes and his lips were in a sneer and had a beefy jaw. Neither Marty nor Ally couldn't solve the puzzle despite the tantalizing clues.
His three followers didn't do them any favors either. Each had nondescript looks from this time period. One had a chewed wooden match in his mouth, obviously that made him think he looked cool or tough.
The second wore his hair in a crew cut that was just this side of being bald; The third Peered out at the world through red/green 3D glasses.
"Marty, it's..." Ally whispered, eyes widening when she recognized the superior, commanding tone of the leader's voice. "Biff..." Marty finished, sounding just as shocked as Ally.
Biff and his crew had their attention focused solely on the thin teen next to Marty and Ally. "I'm talking to you, Mcfly, you Irish Bug!" Biff shouted at the teen.
When Biff said that, both twins felt the color from their faces drain in shock. This teen was in fact George Mcfly, their father. "Oh, hey Biff! Hey, guys, how're you doing?" George said with a sheepish laugh as he turned and stood up from his stool.
Marty and Ally couldn't take their eyes off of the situation in front of them. The shock was keeping them from saying a word.
"Got my homework done, Mcfly?" Biff asked. He was practically hovering over George as a way to intimidate him.
Ally and Marty couldn't believe their eyes when they realized that the man sitting next to them was none other than their own father, George Mcfly. It was astonishing to see that nothing had changed between him and Biff, not even after all these years, or perhaps even longer than that.
Immediately, George struggled to come up with the correct answer to the question, knowing that Biff would retaliate with violence regardless of what he said. The 'do my homework or you'll get a beating' type bullying which was a common bullying tactic back in the fifties.
"Uh, well, I figured since it wasn't due till Monday-" George hesitated, but Biff grabbed his neck and began tapping on the back of his head, reminiscent of the 80s incident when Biff totaled the car.
Biff shouted, "Hey! Hey! Is anyone there? Come on, Mcfly, think!" He quickly grabbed George's face and then released it. "I need some time to rewrite it. Can you imagine what will happen if I submit my homework with your handwriting? I'll get kicked out of school. You wouldn't want that to happen, right?"
Biff angrily seized George's suit when he didn't respond immediately. "Would you!?" he frowned. "No way, Biff. I wouldn't want that," George stammered. It was the same discussion they had back in the 80s.
Three decades later, Biff was still pressuring George to comply with his demands. He then caught sight of the two siblings gawking in shock at the unfolding situation.
Angrily, he inquired, "What are you looking at, buttheads?" as he turned to face them. One of Biff's friends circled around the siblings, examining Marty's outfit.
"Hey, Biff, take a look at this dude's life jacket! He's such a dork, thinking he's gonna drown," he exclaimed while pulling on Marty's body warmer. Marty remained silent, but he did glance back at Biff's friend.
Ally refused to tolerate it. She shot a fierce glare at Biff's friend, her eyes filled with loathing. "Hey, asshole, you wanna back the hell off my brother?" she hissed at him.
The man looked at the 17-year-old girl and grinned flirtatiously, which made her feel uncomfortable. "Look at her, She's a pretty one," he commented, dismissing her warning.
'What the hell? Is he being serious right now!?' she wondered, completely surprised. "She sure is," Biff replied, casting her an odd, flirtatious glance as well.
Marty and Ally exchange a quick glance. Ally's face contorts with disgust as she witnesses Biff's weird flirting. Without missing a beat, Biff swiftly shifts his attention back to George, pretending as if he didn't do any of that.
"Hey, Mcfly, you gonna do my homework?" he inquired. "Sure, I'll have it done and bring it over first thing tomorrow," George answered, munching on his cereal.
"Okay, but not too early because I sleep in on Saturday," Biff told him. He then glanced down and pointed at George's feet. "Hey, your shoes' untied," he said.
George was taken by surprise when Biff suddenly slapped him in the face, causing him to chuckle sheepishly. This unexpected reaction left Marty and Ally puzzled.
Biff's bullying of George left Marty and Ally puzzled as to why he found it amusing. Although George was likely not the only person Biff tormented, it seemed that George was Biff's main focus.
"Don't be so gullible, Mcfly. I don't want to see you come in here again," Biff warned George sternly, then left with his friends. George simply replied with "Okay, bye bye" before going back to his cereal.
Marty and Ally shared a look after Biff and his friends departed, then turned their gaze towards George in utter disbelief. Their eyes widened as they continued to stare at him in shock.
Eventually, George got fed up with them staring at him and he dropped his spoon. "What!?" he snapped at them. "Y-You're George Mcfly!" Marty exclaimed for both of them.
"Yeah, and who are you two?!" George said with a nod. He didn't want to interact with them any longer. Before they could say how they knew him, the bus boy of the diner approached the lanky teen, having overheard the altercation.
"Say, why do you let those boys push you around like that?" he asked George. George stammered as he replied, "T-They're bigger than me."
Ally couldn't help but feel the urge to facepalm, but she was too shocked to actually do it, just like Marty. The lack of confidence displayed by the person in question was beyond belief, and it reminded her and Marty of the countless times they had witnessed similar situations back in the 80s.
The bus boy had no tolerance for it and maneuvered around George. "Hold your ground, kid. Show some self-respect. If you continue like this, people will trample all over you forever. Take a look at me, do you think I'll be stuck in this dump for the rest of my life?" he lectured George, leaning against the bar.
"Watch it, Goldie," Lou warned as he walked by them. Goldie briefly looked at his boss before turning his attention back to George.
It was then the twins realized that this Goldie would be their mayor in the 80s, making their eyes become big again. "No, sir! I'm gonna go to night school and make something out of myself. And I'm gonna be somebody!" Goldie continued.
"That's right! He's gonna be mayor!" Marty exclaimed, enthusiastically pointing at the bus boy. Ally didn't intervene to stop him from blurting out this information.
Goldie stopped what he was saying and he glanced over at Marty. "Mayor!" he said, smiling big, "Now that's a good idea! I could run for mayor!"
Lou came back over with a broom in his hand. "A colored mayor. That'll be the day," he said, pointing out that Goldie was African American before walking off.
Goldie trailed behind him and declared, "Just you wait, Mr. Caruthers! I'm going to become the mayor! I'll be the most influential person in Hill Valley and I'll bring order to this town!"
Lou handed Goldie the broom, saying, "Great, you can begin by sweeping the floor." Despite this, Goldie remained undeterred in pursuing his newfound aspiration of becoming the mayor.
Goldie strolled over to the opposite end of the bar, clutching his work uniform. "You know what? Mayor Goldie Wilson. I kinda dig that," he remarked.
Ally let out an exasperated sigh and took a sip of her Dr. Pepper. Out of nowhere, Marty dropped his cup of sugarless coffee onto the table, causing Ally to startle.
"What the hell, Marty?" she exclaimed, glancing over at her brother. "He's gone," he told her, looking around her. Ally looked to her left and saw that George was gone.
As their gaze shifted towards the window, they caught sight of George pedaling away from the diner on his bicycle. Without a moment's delay, they sprang up from the bar and rushed outside to apprehend him.
"Hey, Dad! George!" Marty called, trying to think of what to call him. "Hey, you on the bike!" Ally corrected him but George didn't hear them. They chase after their dad as fast as they could.