BACK TO THE FUTURE

Election Van: (v.o) Re-elect Mayor Goldie Wilson. Progress is his middle name.

Cut to Marty Jennifer.

Marty: I'm too loud. I can't believe it. I'm never gonna get a chance to play in front of anybody.

Jennifer: Marty, one rejection isn't the end of the world.

Marty: Nah, I just don't think I'm cut out for music.

Jennifer: But you're good, Marty, you're really good. And this audition tape of your is great, you gotta send it in to the record company. It's like Doc's always saying.

Marty: Yeah I know, If you put your mind to it you could accomplish anything.

A couple of girls walk past and Marty looks at them. Jennifer turns his head back towards her.

Jennifer: That's good advice, Marty.

They sit down on a bench.

Marty: All right, OK Jennifer. What if I send in the tape and they don't like it. I mean, what if they say I'm no geed. What if they say, Get out of here, kid, you got no future. I mean, I just don't think I can take that kind of rejection. Jesus, I'm beginning to sound like my old man.

Jennifer: C'mon, he's not that bad. At least he's letting you borrow the car tomorrow night.

We see a new 4x4 Toyota is being delivered at the car dealership.

Marty: Check out that 4x4. That is hot.

Man in dealership: OK, back her up.

Cut back to Marty Jennifer.

Marty: Someday, Jennifer, someday. Wouldn't it be great to take that truck up to the lake. Throw a couple of sleeping bags in the back. Make out under the stars.

Jennifer: Stop it.

Marty: What?

Jennifer: Does your mom know about tomorrow night?

Marty: No, get out of town, my mom thinks I'm going camping with the guys. (off Jennifer's look) Well, Jennifer, my mother would freak out if she knew I was going up there with you. And I get this standard lecture about how she never did that kind of stuff when she was a kid. Now look, I think she was born a nun.

Jennifer: She's just trying to keep you respectable.

Marty: Well, she's not doing a very good job.

The CLOCK TOWER WOMAN is in the background.

Woman: Save the clock tower!

She comes over to Marty and Jennifer.

Woman: Save the clock tower! Mayor Wilson is sponsoring an initiative to replace that clock. 30 years ago, lightning struck that clock tower and the clock hasn't run since. We at the Hill Valley Preservation Society think it should be preserved exactly the way it is as part of our history and heritage.

Marty gets out a quarter.

Marty: Here you go, lady. There's a quarter.

Woman: Thank you, don't forget to take a flyer.

She gives him one.

Marty: Right.

Woman: Save the clock tower!

She walks away.

Marty: Where were we?

Jennifer: Right about here.

They're just about to kiss when a car pulls up and honks the horn. It's Jennifer's Dad, MR PARKER.

Mr Parker: (v.o, from car) Jennifer.

Jennifer: It's my dad.

Marty: Right.

Jennifer: I've gotta go.

She begins to go to the car.

Marty: I'll call you tonight.

Jennifer: I'll be at my grandma's. Here, let me give you the number.

She writes Love You!!! 555-4823 on the back of the flyer.

Jennifer: Bye.

Jennifer leaves and Marty looks at the flyer, smiling.

Music: Power Of Love by Huey Lewis The News

Marty gets on his skateboard and grabs a police car to tail behind, making sure he's not seen. The police car leaves Courthouse Square. We cut to outside the Lyons Estate signs. Marty is now behind another car. He lets go as it passes the signs and goes down the road to his house. As he enters we see a car being towed up the McFly drive.

Radio dispatcher: ...licence, California: Bravo Tango Delta 629. Tow for impoundment. Any unit, please respond...

Marty: Perfect, just perfect.

Marty enters the house to find his father GEORGE, 47, sitting down at the table. His supervisor, BIFF TANNEN, 48, is standing up talking to George.

Biff: I can't believe you loaned me your car, without telling me it had a blindspot.

George: (whispering) Blind spot?

Biff: I could've been killed!

George: Now, now, Biff, now, I never noticed any blindspot before when I were driving it. (Notices Marty) Hi, son.

Biff: But, what are you blind McFly? It's there. How else do you explain that wreck out there?

George: Now, Biff, um, can I assume that your insurance is gonna pay for the damage?

Biff: My insurance? It's your car, your insurance should pay for it. Hey, I wanna know who's gonna pay for this? (Biff shows George a stain on his coat) I spilled beer all over it when that car smashed into me. Who's gonna pay my cleaning bill?

George: Uh?

Biff: And where's my reports?

George: Uh, well, I haven't finished those up yet, but you know I figured since they weren't due till...

Biff: Hello, hello, anybody home?

Biff taps George on the head.

Biff: Think, McFly, think. I gotta have time to get them retyped. Do you realise what would happen if I hand in my reports in your handwriting? I'll get fired. You wouldn't want that to happen would you?

George doesn't say anything.

Biff: Would you?

George: Of course not, Biff, now I wouldn't want that to happen. Now, uh, I'll finish those reports up tonight, and I'll run em them on over first thing tomorrow, All right?

Biff: Hey, not too early I sleep in on Saturday. Oh, McFly, your shoe's untied.

George looks down.

Biff: Don't be so gullible, McFly.

Biff opens the fridge.

Biff: You got the place fixed up nice, McFly. I have you're car towed all the way to your house and all you've got for me is light beer.

Biff sees Marty looking at him.

Biff: (To Marty) What are you looking at, butthead? Say hi to your mom for me.

Biff leaves. Marty turns to George.

George: I know what you're gonna say, son, and you're right, you're right, But Biff just happens to be my