BACK TO THE FUTURE

George: Uh, well, actually, I figured since it wasn't due till Monday...

Biff: Hello, hello, anybody home?

Biff taps George on the head.

Biff: Think, McFly, think. I gotta have time to recopy it. Do you realise what would happen if I hand in my homework in your handwriting? I'd get kicked out of school. You wouldn't want that to happen would you, would you?

George: Now, of course not, Biff, now, I wouldn't want that to happen.

Biff: Uh, no, no, no, no.

Biff and his gang notice Marty.

Biff: What are you looking at, butt-head?

Skinhead: Hey Biff, check out this guy's life preserver, dork thinks he's gonna drown.

They turn back to George.

Biff: Yeah, well, how about my homework, McFly?

George: Uh, well, OK Biff, uh, I'll finish that on up tonight and I'll bring it over first thing tomorrow morning.

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

George looks down.

Biff: Don't be so gullible, McFly.

George: OK.

Biff: I don't wanna see you in here again.

George: Yeah, All right, bye-bye.

Biff and his gang leave. George gets on with Biff's homework, then notices Marty looking at him.

George: What?

Marty: You're George McFly!

George: Yeah, who are you?

Before Marty can answer, GOLDIE WILSON comes over with his mop.

Goldie: Say, why do you let those boys push you around like that?

George: Well, they're bigger than me.

Goldie: Stand tall, boy, have some respect for yourself. Don't you know that if you let people walk all over you know, they'll be walking all over you for the rest of your life? Listen to me, do you think I'm gonna spend the rest of my life in this slop house?

Lou: Watch it, Goldie.

Goldie: No sir, I'm gonna make something out of myself, I'm going to night school and one day I'm gonna be somebody.

Marty: That's right, he's gonna be mayor.

Goldie: Yeah, I'm.....

Goldie realises what Marty just said.

Goldie: .....mayor. Now that's a good idea. I could run for mayor.

Lou: A coloured mayor, that'll be the day.

Goldie: You wait and see, Mr Carruthers, I will be mayor and I'll be the most powerful mayor in the history of Hill Valley, and I'm gonna clean up this town.

Lou: Good, you could start by sweeping the floor.

Goldie: Mayor Goldie Wilson, I like the sound of that.

Marty turns to George, but he's gone. He sees George leaving the Cafe on his bike. Marty runs after him.

Marty: Hey Dad, George, hey, you on the bike!

Marty follows George to a housing estate. He sees George's bike by a tree, and looks up the tree. George is up there, looking into a house with binoculars. He's watching a girl get changed.

Marty: He's a peeping tom!

George falls out of the tree and into the road, just as a car approaches.

Marty: Dad!

Marty pushes George out of the way, but gets hit himself. He lies unconscious on the road. The car driver, SAM BAINES, a middle-aged man in his late forties/early fifties, gets out of the car to see who he hit. He notices George by the side of the road.

Sam: Hey wait, wait a minute, who are you?

George runs off. Sam turns his attention to Marty.

Sam: Stella! Another one of these damn kids jumped in front of my car! Come on out here, help me take him in the house!

Cut to Marty. He's lying in a bed. Slowly he wakes up and sees a woman sitting next to him. Unknown to Marty, it's his mother, LORRAINE, aged 17!!!

Marty: Mom, is that you?

Lorraine: There, there, now, just relax. You've been asleep for almost 9 hours now.

Marty: I had a horrible nightmare, dreamed I went back in time, it was terrible.

Lorraine: Well, you're safe and sound, now, back in good old 1955.

Marty, now wide awake, sits up suddenly! Lorraine turns on the lights.

Marty: 1955? You're my ma- you're my ma.

Lorraine: My name's Lorraine, Lorraine Baines.

Marty: Yeah, but you're uh, you're so, you're so thin.

Lorraine: Just relax now Calvin, you've got a big bruise on you're head.

Marty lifts up the sheet - his jeans are gone!

Marty: Ah, where're my pants?

Lorraine: Over there, on my hope chest. I've never seen purple underwear before, Calvin.

Marty: Calvin, why do you keep calling me Calvin?

Lorraine: Well that's your name, isn't it? Calvin Klein? It's written all over your underwear.

She tries to pull the sheet up to show him, but he stops her.

Lorraine: Oh, I guess they call you Cal, huh?

Marty: Actually, people call me Marty.

Lorraine: Oh, pleased to meet you, Calvin Marty Klein. Do you mind if I sit here?

Marty: (uneasy) No, fine, no, good, fine, good.

Lorraine: That's a big bruise you have there.

Marty: Ah.

Stella: (o.s) Lorraine, are you up there?

Lorraine: My God, it's my mother. Put your pants back on.

She throws Marty's pants to him. He tries to put them on, but trips. Cut to the dining room. Marty, now fully dressed, walks with Lorraine down the stairs. STELLA BAINES is setting the table.

Stella: So tell me, Marty, how long have you been in port?

Marty: Excuse me?

Stella: Yeah, I guessed you're a sailor, aren't you, that's why you wear that life preserver.

Marty: Uh, coast guard.

Sam enters.

Stella: Sam, here's the young man you hit with your car out there. He's all right, thank God.

Sam: What were you doing in the middle of the street, a kid your age?

Stella: (To Marty) Don't pay any attention to him, he's in one of his moods. (To Sam) Sam, quit fiddling with that thing, come in here to dinner.

Everyone is at the table.

Stella: (To Marty) Now let's see, you already know Lorraine, this is Milton, this is Sally, that's Toby, and over there in the playpen is little baby Joey.

Marty looks at Joey.