have to show her that you're a complete loser and that compared to George you are a bad seed.”
“Doc, I don't know if that's going to work, I'm starting to think that my mom goes for the bad boys.”
Doc thinks this over. “It's Hollywood! They glorify rebels. The James Dean syndrome, I call it.”
“Ya,” Marty agreed, “Doc she told me that James Dean is her favorite actor.” “Then you have to be less James Dean and more James Cagney. “
“Doc I don't even know who that is,” Marty lamented.
“Marty,” Doc said ominously, “the way I see it you have about a week to get your mother to respect your father and forget about Calvin Klein, or your entire future is history!”
18. THE REVELATION
The next day at school, Marty approached George boldly, but cautiously at his locker. George had gone back to wearing his old dull and boring outfits, instead of wearing the clothes Marty bought for him.
“Hey, George,” Marty said. “Nice threads.”
“Leave me ALONE psycho!” George snapped as he slammed his locker and stomped away.
“I'm sorry, George, I got carried away,” Marty apologized, following his father down the hall, “it won't happen again.”
“Stay AWAY from me and QUIT FOLLOWING ME AROUND!” George shouted without turning around, his back to Marty. Marty stopped and stared after, looking very much like a kid being rejected by his own father.
Down the hall, another kid walked past George and with an evil grin slapped him on the back and said, “Hey Mcfly how's it goin?”
Marty started to move forward, seeing the kid has just put a “kick me” sign on George's back, but before he could say or do anything, George Mcfly grabbed the sign off his back and pinned it to the kid's chest. “You leave me alone too, I'm sick of these juvenile pranks.”
Marty stopped again, his eyes glowing with pride. It dawned on him that George was transforming himself. He was no longer the sniveling coward, the brunt of all the other kid's jokes.
“Maybe there's hope for you yet George Mcfly,” Marty muttered.
“Hello Marty.” He heard a sweet voice behind him. His head dropped and he turned around. It was, of course, Lorraine.
His eyes narrowed. She was smiling up at him so sweetly. This was going to be difficult but it had to be done. He sighed, took a deep breath, then steeled himself.
“Get lost,” he said to Lorraine and stomped away himself leaving her looking confused and crushed.
while he was just as rude as he could be to Lorraine.
Once, in the gymnasium, Marty made the team captain pick George for their team (who was just standing there with 3 other nerdy kids). George glared at Marty and then left the Gym floor, heading for the lockers.
In the cafeteria, Biff once stomped over toward where George was sitting and Marty stepped in between them.
Biff slunk away trying to act like he was just walking past anyway.
One day after school, as Marty walked down the steps, Lorraine and a friend approach him. He glares at her, turned, and walked the other way. She stopped, looks puzzled, then, embarrassed she walked another direction.
At the lockers one morning, Marty stepped up and tried to talk to George, he walked away. As he stared after him Lorraine and Babs walk by, she didn't even acknowledge his existence anymore.
Marty sighed with relief, then looked at his family photo and ran his hands through his hair worriedly.
Again the cafeteria, Marty tried to sit next to George for lunch. George picked up his tray and moved to another table. Marty dropped his head sadly.
The time of the fire, the “boiling point” as Doc referred to it, was fast approaching and Marty was failing miserably. It was taking its toll on him.
Early one morning Doc Brown came out of the front door of his mansion, followed by Marty. Doc was taking him to school.
“Marty, you're going about this all wrong.” Said Doc. “Maybe you should just talk to Lorraine. Try to reason with her. Tell her that she's selling George short.”
Marty looked skeptical.
“Put your cards on the table,” said Doc as he unlocked the door to his car.
Marty was not sold on this idea. “I don't know Doc, it sounds unlikely she'll listen.”
“May I remind you,” said Doc, “that your family has almost vanished from that photograph, which means, the date of this supposed fire could be any time now. It could be today!”
“I know,” said Marty, leaning on the car, emotionally exhausted. “I'm gong to go hang out at the Diner after school, maybe I'll talk to her about it then.”
They get in the car.
Not far away, Biff lurked in the shadows watching them get in the car and leave. He waited until the car was out of sight then he ran, half crouching, toward the garage. He tried the door and it was unlocked. He smiled evilly to himself and entered. Immediately he saw the canvas covered Delorean. He walked over to it and lifted up one end of the canvas.
Biff marvels. “What have we here?” He asked himself. Then he frowned. “Hey, there's something familiar about this thing.” He let go of the canvas and waleds over to the now dismantled scale model of Hill Valley Square that Doc had built for the first Marty to demonstrate how he would send him back to the future.
“What's this?” He stood there for a second holding the tiny model car, it still had the words written on it. He read it aloud.
“He looked over and saw the JVC camera.” Dropping the car. “What the HELL?” He walked over to it and picked it up. Looking it over.
“Some kind of instant camera.” He muttered in amazement. He put it to his face and tried to look through the viewfinder.
“Doesn't work! Some inventor you are Brown!” He notice a button marked “PLAY” and pressed it. Then he saw movement in the view finder. He looked into it again and saw a much older Doc Brown.
“Old man is RIGHT!” He commented.
He watched as Doc explained the time circuits and watched as Doc announced he was about to embark on an historic journey. Now his attention was fixed. He looked and found a button marked “rewind” and pressed it. After he heard it stop whining he put it to his face again and started watching. He watched the entire film.
Glued to the view finder, Biff saw as Doc put Einstein in the Delorean. He watched Doc yell, “What did I tell you, eighty eight miles per hour.” He watched as Marty said, “you built a time machine out of a Delorean.”
Biff put the camera down and stared at the tarp with an intently evil look on his face. “So... Doc Brown invented a time machine!” He smiled. “So that's where that old codger got that book! It came from the FUTURE!”
He watched the movie until it got to the part where Marty asked Doc if it runs on gasoline and Doc talk about the plutonium. He watched as they refilled the chamber.
Biff heard a noise, looked up, and realized someone was coming. He put the camera back on the work bench and ducked down just as Doc hurried into the garage.
Doc stopped and notices a corner of the tarp on the Delorean was out of place. He stared at it hard, then he put it back where it belonged, looking around nervously. His spidey senses were on high alert. Something was not right.
He slowly moved toward the work bench where Biff was now hiding. Biff scooted around to the other side avoiding being seen.
Doc walked up to the camera and stared at it. His eyes shift back and forth, suspicious. He picked up the camera and carried it with him across the garage and into the main house.
Biff quietly and snuck back out of the garage.
* * * * * * * * * *
Marty like Lou's Diner as it was in 1955. It always made him sad that it had been
converted into an aerobics studio in his time. He loved the atmosphere, the old juke box, the food. They didn't have anything like this place in his time and in the month he'd spent in 1955 he was truly wondering why not.
He'd seen pictures of old diners like this one before. They were always the same. Long and narrow, a bar, padded stools, linoleum floors, tiny booths along the window side. A juke box at one end. Behind the bar soda and coffee machines. And the shakes at Lou's Diner were to die for. Marty thought if he had to stay here, he was going to end up fat.
He now sat at the end of the bar trying to figure out how to talk to Lorraine, who was also sitting at the bar, all the way down at the other end. Seemingly ignoring him now. He bave her several glances, but she did not return them. George Mcfly was walking past the Diner and Marty saw him through the glass.
Then, he also saw Biff and his henchmen following George. Marty jumped up immediately and ran out of the Diner.
“Mcfly!” Biff shouted after George, who turned, looked back, and then keeps walking. “Hey, Mcfly, I'm talking to you, you Irish worm,” Biff hollered after him, “you been ducking me for weeks and I'm sick of it!”
George kept walking and Biff and his gang started to trot after him. Suddenly Bif is struck full force from behind and he stumbled, almost falling. Fuming, he turned and saw Marty standing there.
George, hearing the commotion behind him, stopped too, looked behind him. He was not happy to see Marty.
Once again, Marty squared off with Biff. “Look, ass hole,” Marty said, “are you deaf or just stupid? I told you to lay off George!”
Biff actually seemed a little nervous.
To be fair, so did Marty. He looked around at the henchmen and realized he was outnumbered and there were no bystanders this time to keep things fair.
One of the henchmen stepped up this time. “Listen, fruit cake, you can't take all four of us.”
“Are you sure about that?” Asked Marty, putting on his best brave face.
The henchman moved closer, followed by the other two, and Biff. “I'm positive, four against one, butthole, that's not good odds for you.”
Goldie and three of his friends had stepped out of the diner and when they overheard this, they stepped forward to Marty's side. “It will be four against five!”
Biff and his thugs backed off, looking somewhat upset.
“Hey, what's it to you anyway?” Biff whined. “This is between me and Mcfly!”
He turned back around and George, to his surprise, had not run off, but had came back and was standing directly behind him. “I want a rematch, Mcfly.”
Marty started to roll up his sleeves. “You got it,” he said!
Biff turned and looked at him like he was crazy. “I was talking to McFly, moron!”
The he turned back to George. “You sucker punched me at that dance and I deserve a chance to set the record straight! What'you say? Me and you, at the ball park, tonight what was that term?”
He looked at his henchman. “Monny Monny?” The henchman kind of whispers, “it's Mono E Mono.” “Mono E Mono,” Biff said as if he knew it all along.
George looked at Biff as if he was actually considering the challenge.
Marty noticed that Lorraine was now out there on the sidewalk, looking at George again, for the first time in weeks perhaps. He ran past Biff and the henchmen straight to George.
George ignored Marty for now. He looked up from staring at the pavement thoughtfully. “No Biff,” he said, “I'm not going to fight you!”
Biff sneered and there was actual disappointed muttering from the crowd that was gathering.
“George!” Marty whispered, “you have to stand up for yourself.”
“I didn't think you would!” Biff says loudly. “You're nothing but a big, skinny, mealy mouthed chicken!”
Marty leaned in toward George. “George, Lorraine is watching, you can't let him get away with calling you chicken.”
George's face went beet red but his anger was not turned toward Biff.
“You just shut up, you!” He screamed at Marty in absolute rage. “I'm sick of you following me around, telling me what to do, sticking your nose into where it doesn't belong, SNEAKING INTO MY BEDROOM!”
There was a hissing from the crowd.
Marty looked around embarrassed. “That sounds really bad!” Marty explained to
everyone, “it was a prank.” He said. “He's talking about a prank I played.” Then he pulled George by the arm backward a few paces.
Before he could say anything, however, George laid into him again.
“How many times do I have to tell you to leave me alone? You keep wanting me to fight and you call that standing up for yourself, but it takes a bigger man to walk away from a fight!”
Marty looked at Lorraine and she appeared conflicted.
“In fact,” continued George, “I'd rather fight YOU than Biff.” He shoved hard and Marty fell back flat on his ass.
The crowd murmured.
George turned around and stomped off.
Biff was gloating at Marty and he started to laugh. Then he shouted past Marty, toward the rapidly departing Mcfly, “this ain't over yet Mcfly! I owe you a knuckle sandwich.”
“Stuff it!” George told Biff without even turning around.
Goldie and his group started to walk toward Biff and his henchmen menacingly.
“Us spooks owe you peckerwoods a knuckle sandwich,” said Marvin Berry, one of Goldie's friends, “don't think we don't remember you from the other night at the dance!”
Biff and his henchmen took off, trying to appear casual.
“That sonofabitch Klein” Biff sputtered, “I'm sick of his interference, and he took something from me that I am going to get back.”
“What was it again, Biff” asked one of the henchmen as they walked toward Biff's car. “It was a family heirloom!” Biff glared at him. “Never mind what it was, it's none of your business, you just be ready because I have a plan to get it back.”
They jumped in the convertible.
Back on the sidewalk, in front of the Diner several people had helped a shocked Marty get up and he was brushing himself off. Lorraine approached him and when he saw her he rolled his eyes and hung his head in complete frustration.
“Marty,” said Lorraine, “are you alright? I can't believe what George just said to you.” Marty glared at her in anger. “Lorraine, has it ever occurred to you that George Mcfly might be too good for YOU?”
She looked at him in utter shock.
“Lorraine,” Marty said, “when are you going to realize that life isn't a Hollywood movie? I'm not James Dean just because I lose my temper and end up settling things with my fists. George is right! It does take a bigger man to walk away from a fight, especially when you know everyone will look at you as a coward. George is TEN TIMES the man I will ever be. If you can't see that, then, he's too good for you!”
Lorraine's eyes welled up with tears. “Calvin Klein!” She wailed. “You're a MONSTER!” She turned and ran off. Babs stepped up to Marty, glared at him and kicked him in the shin.
He bent over, grabbing his leg. “OWE!” She stomped away.
Marty pulled out his family photo and looked. All that was left of his sister is her feet. “Ya, well monsters have a way of disappearing on their own sometimes.” He muttered to himsefl.
Just then Doc Brown pulled up behind Marty in his car. Marty looked over as he jumped out and rushed up to him.
“Marty,” Doc said sounding a bit upset, “we have a problem.”
“Doc, can't this wait I'm trying to work on this problem with Lorraine.”
“We need to talk, Marty,” Doc leaned in and whispered, “someone was in my garage, I think they saw the time machine and looked at your camera!”
Marty's eyes narrowed. “That's not good Doc!”
“Indeed!” Doc agreed. “We have got to secure the Delorean and everything else related to time travel, my garage is compromised.”
“But Doc,” objected Marty, “don't you remember, this is the night of the fire, I have to find George and stick with him like glue, we agreed!”
Doc ushered Marty toward the car against his objections, looking around as if they might be followed. “Marty, if the time machine were to fall into the wrong hands, the consequences for the entire universe could be disastrous!”
“Okay, Doc,” Marty agreed, opening the passenger door, “but let's hurry so I can find George, I want to be there in case he comes across a fire and decides to run the other way.”
“He would do that?” Doc seemed shocked.
“I don't know what he'd do,” Marty said in complete frustration, as he sat in Doc's car and closed the door.
Doc started the car.
“He's my father,” Marty continued, “but I barely know him.”
“I can relate, said Doc, “my father was like an alien from another planet to me.” Marty nodded. “Exactly. Like Darth Vader from Vulcan.”
Doc gave him an odd look.
Doc shrugged and they pulled away.