Meanwhile, George had gotten himself in a bit of a fix after being locked inside of a phone booth by some goons that were at the dance. When he got out of it, he sprinted out to the parking lot as fast as he could. He could see the struggling inside Doc's car. He could also hear the sound of Lorraine yelling, but it sounded muffled. He was unaware of what had happened between Biff, Marty and Ally before this.
After smoothing down his suit, he confidently strutted over to the car and he pulled the driver's side door open. "Hey, you! Get your damn hands off-" he started, but when he saw Biff slowly turn to look at him, said confidence took a nosedive and he shrunk back to his submissive self. "I think you got the wrong car, McFly," Biff scowled, glaring him down dangerously.
Lorraine had heard George's voice so she quickly tried to sit up so she could see George. Her face was covered in tears and her eyes were filled with fear. "George! Help me! Please!" she exclaimed, but Biff pushed her back down onto the car seats. Biff was still glaring right at George. "Just turn around and walk away," Biff warned him, but George was frozen. He couldn't move.
"You deaf, McFly? Close the door and beat it!" Biff impatiently said, starting to lose his patience with George. However, George wasn't going to take Biff's dominance anymore. He forced the lump down his throat and he pointed his index finger at Biff. "No, Biff. You need to leave her alone," he said, trying to sound confident.
Biff had thrown Lorraine's legs off and he got out of the car, his patience with George wearing thin. He tried to appear bigger than George as he stood in front of him. "Okay, McFly, you asked for it and now you're gonna get it," Biff threatened, staring right at him.
When George tried to hit him, Biff grabbed his arm with intense speed, making George groan in pain. He had his arm in a position that would for sure break it. Lorraine was watching this, now able to lean forward in the car. Her eyes widened and she jumped a bit when she saw what Biff was doing. "Biff, stop it! Biff, you'll break his arm! Biff, no!" she exclaimed, seeing that Biff was actually trying to break George's arm.
Meanwhile, Marvin Berry and his band were working to get Marty out of the trunk. "Gimme a hand here, Reginald," Marvin said to his bandmate, struggling to open the trunk. When they did open it, Marvin's hand got badly cut from the tool that he was using.
"Ow! Dammit, man! I sliced my damn hand open," he yelled out, holding his bleeding hand. The trunk was lifted open and Marty didn't hesitate to jump out of the trunk with the car keys in his hands. "Whose are these?" he asked, frantic to his sister. "Oh, mine," the driver said, who was also the drummer.
"Okay, thanks," Marty quickly said before sprinting inside the gym to find Ally. He had to find her and fast. "Ally! Where are you?!" he shouted, trying to find where she was. He was looking through the gym, not seeing her anywhere. He was beginning to get scared because he couldn't find her.
From inside the closet, Ally had collapsed on the closet floor, her fear overwhelming her. She couldn't breathe and felt as if she was going to pass out. Her face was covered in tears from crying and she was rocking back and forth. She wanted out of that closet quickly before she passed out.
It wasn't until she heard her twin brother's voice from outside, making her perk up. "Marty…? Marty. Marty!" she cried out, forcing herself to her feet. She started pounding on the locked door to get his attention. "Here! I'm in here! God, get me out of here!" she shouted frantically.
Marty heard her desperate pleas and he found the closet that she was in. The broom was still lodged into the door handles so he didn't hesitate to pull out the broom and he threw it to the floor. When he opened those doors, Ally instantly fell right into his arms.
Her red face was drenched in tears and she was sobbing. Marty knew that she wasn't an emotional person when it came to crying. She must've been terrified because of her claustrophobia. "Marty!" she cried, hugging him close. She clung onto him like a scared child. He hugged her gently, rubbing her back.
"I got you, Ally," he assured her. "He locked me in here, Marty… I thought I was going to…" She whimpered, her heart was racing very hard. Marty could feel it against his own chest. He needed to calm her down so she could catch her breath. "Ally, look at me," he said, getting her to look up at him.
"You're alright now. You're not in that closet anymore," he assured her. His words help her calm down. "Thank god I'm out of there," she said, wiping her face. Then, they suddenly remembered that George was supposed to be in the car defending Lorraine. "Oh, shit, Dad!" Marty exclaimed. "Let's go!" Ally said, rushing out of the gym to see what he was doing.
While they were inside the gym, George still had his arm caught in Biff's grip. He felt his arm nearly snapping because of Biff's strength. Lorraine couldn't sit back and watch this so she jumped out of the car. "Biff! Biff, leave him alone!" she shouted, jumping on his back. "Let him go!" she shouted, but Biff looked back at her and he shoved Lorraine to the pavement.
She landed hard on the ground with a grunt, getting George to glance over at her with a shocked expression on his face. Lorraine met George's eyes for a moment, before he heard Biff laughing in Lorraine's direction. If there was a time to stand up to Biff, it would be now and defend the girl that he loved, just like Marty told him.
Slowly, his fist started clenching tightly, his whole body was shaking in anger. He glared daggers at Biff, reeling his fist back. Biff frowned when he saw George doing this, only to get punched right in the nose. The punch was so strong that Biff was thrown into the car, sliding on it and onto the ground.
When he did that, Marty and Ally had made it outside. They were amazed by their dad actually decking Biff across the face. They looked at each other with surprised yet gleeful smiles on their faces. "Holy shit, he actually did it, Marty.." Ally whispered, watching this unfold with a smile. "Yeah… He did," Marty agreed.
Lorraine was stunned as she saw George actually punch Biff. She looked from him to George with her jaw dropped a bit and her eyes widened. George started laughing a bit, staring down at his hand that he used to punch Biff across the face. He was shocked that he was able to stand up to the biggest bully in the Hill Valley High School.
He looked down at Lorraine and he extended his hand down to her. "Are you okay?" he asked her. She simply took his hand, staring into his eyes with a small smile on his face. Others were coming out of the school to see what was going on. Some were gathered behind Marty and Ally while some went to tend to Biff. George and Lorraine were walking away from the scene, just staring at each other.
"Who is that guy?" A girl asked from behind the twins. "It's George McFly," her date said, still in shock from what just happened. "That's George McFly?!" the girl exclaimed. Marty and Ally looked at the picture, seeing that Linda was starting to vanish. The top of her body was gone from the picture, leaving the bottom half of her on it.
The twins knew that they were running out of time so they pushed passed the crowd and they bolted to where Marvin's band was. Marvin's hand was bandaged up from where he had cut it. Luckily, they were still outside of the gym. "Guys, guys, you gotta go back in there and play!" Ally shouted, pointing towards the gym. They didn't have time to waste right now.
"Hey, look at Marvin's hand, girl. He can't play with his hand like this and we can't play without him," Another member of the band clarified, showing Marvin's injured hand. "No, guys! Guys, you gotta play! If there's no music, they can't dance, if they don't dance, they can't kiss, and they can't kiss, they can't fall in love and we're history!" Marty ranted on, sounding a bit panicked. How were they going to get them to play now?
"Hey, man, the dance is over. Unless you two know someone who can play," he said. That gave the twins an idea that could help solve this problem. "I think we found you two new players," Ally said, putting an arm on Marty's shoulder. "You know how to play?" Marvin asked her. "Yeah, she's the bassist for my band. I think we got a shot," Marty replied.