'Til Broad Daylight

::11::

   Biff Tannen sat comfortably in a hot tub, with ladies who were definitely not his wife, watching a cowboy movie. Suddenly, static appeared and the movie turned off. He turned around to see Marty McFly and Rosie Louis standing confidently, remote in hand.

   "Hey! What the hell are you doing in here?" He yelled angrily. The girls began to scream, splashing water around.

"Party's over Biff," Marty said confidently. "Sorry ladies."

"How'd you get past my security downstairs?" Biff asked the two as they walked around the hot tub.

"What? Like it's hard," Rosie said, regarding security.

"There's a little matter we need to talk about," Marty said.

"Yeah. Money right? Well, forget about it," Biff said.

"No. Not money," the boy said bravely, preparing himself for the next words that would come out of his mouth. "Grays sports almanac."

The look on Biff's face proved that he knew and understood what he had just mentioned.

"You heard him girls. Party's over," he said. They walked into Biff's office, mentally preparing for anything that could happen. "Start talking kids. What else do you know about that book?"

"First, tell us how you got it," Rosie demanded. "How, where, and when." Biff scoffed.

"Alright. Take a seat. Sit down!" he said, and the two sat down in chairs close to each other. "November 12th, 1955. That was when."

"November 12th, 1955. That was the date we went back," Marty started, but Rosie shushed him silently. "That was the date of the famous Hill Valley lightning storm."

"You know your history. Very good," the man replied, moving near a safe. "I'll never forget that Saturday. I'd just picked my car up from the shop, 'cause I'd rolled it in a drag race a few days earlier."

"I thought you crashed into a manure truck," Rosie said. Biff turned towards them.

"How do you know about that?"

"My father told us about it," Marty covered.

"Your father?" Biff asked.

"Before he died," Marty threw a dig.

"Yeah right," Biff said. "So there I was, minding my own business, this crazy old guy with a cane shows up. He says he's my distant relative. I don't see any resemblance." He set a box on the table. "So he says 'how would you like to be rich?' So I said sure."

"Shit," Rosie whispered lightly as he unlocked the box and pulled out the almanac.

"So he lays this book on me. He says this book will tell me the outcome of every sporting event till the end of the century. All I have to do is get on the winner and I'll never lose. So I said 'what's the catch?' He says 'no catch. Just keep it a secret.' After that he disappeared. I never saw him again." He locked the box in the safe again, and turned the picture of himself to cover it.

   Marty grabbed something off of the table and pocketed it.

   "Oh, and he told me one more thing. He said someday a crazy, wild-eyed scientist, or two kids may show up asking about that book. And if that ever happens," he said, and raised a gun towards the ceiling, cocking it. Marty and Rosie stood up, and he tried to walk in front of her, but she refused to let him, standing by his side. Biff chuckled in a menacing way. "Funny. I never thought it would be you."

   "Yeah well, Biff, you're forgetting one thing," Marty said. "What the hell is that!" Biff turned around and Marty grabbed a round object off of the table, throwing it at Biff, who ducked.

   "Let's go," Rosie said, and the two ran out of the room, bending down incase Biff shot.

   "You're dead you little son of a bitch!" Biff yelled. The two dove over a couch and ran up the large flight of stairs. Biff continued to fire as they made their escape. They heard an elevator, and the three men from earlier walked out, calling out after them. They ran down the staircases, and switched to one going upwards to throw the goons off their trail.

   "Those bastards," Marty mumbled.

   "Don't have to tell me twice," Rosie agreed. They ran up a staircase labeled 'roof' with Biff right on their tails. They ran into the night air and looked over the edge, hoping for an escape route. Instead, they saw a fall that would easily kill anyone who jumped. Rosie shivered.

   "Damnit!" Marty exclaimed. Suddenly, they heard Biff behind them.

   "Go ahead kids! Jump!" He called out. "A double suicide will be nice and neat."

   "What if we don't!" Marty yelled. Biff raised the gun towards them.

   "Lead poisoning."

   "What about the police Biff?" Rosie asked. "They're gonna match up the bullet with that gun."

   "Doll, I own the police," Biff replied. "Besides, they couldn't match up the bullet that killed your old man Marty."

   "You son of a..." Marty started, but Rosie reached out and grabbed his hand.

   "I suppose it's poetic justice. Two McFly's with the same gun," Biff taunted. Rosie and Marty looked at each other, then Rosie looked down.

   "Do you trust me?" Rosie asked, and Marty nodded, no doubt in his mind at the question. They both jumped off the ledge, holding hands tightly. Biff stared out into the distance, not believing his luck.

   "Idiots," he said. Suddenly, he heard an engine, and looked up to see Marty McFly and Rosie Louis, arms crossed and confidently standing on a flying car. "What the hell?" Suddenly, the door opened and hit Biff in the face, causing him to fall backwards.

   "Nice shot Doc!" Marty called out.

   "Eat shit Tannen!" Rosie yelled out, hands in the air triumphantly.

   "You're not gonna believe this. We gotta go back to 1955," Marty said as he helped Rosie and himself climb into the DeLorean.

   "I don't believe it," Doc said. They shut the door and drove off.

   "Believe it Doc," Rosie replied.

   "That's right Doc, November 12th, 1955," Marty replied, typing in the coordinates.

   "Unbelievable that old Biff could've chosen that particular date. It could mean that that point in time inherently contains some sort of cosmic significance, almost as if it were the temporal junction point for the entire space time continuum. On the other hand, it could just be an amazing coincidence," Doc said.

   Suddenly, the circuits started beeping.

   "Damn! Gotta fix that thing. Alright, time circuits on."

   "What do ya mean, time circuits on?" Rosie asked.

   "Doc, we're not going back now?" Marty said.

   "Yep," Doc replied.

   "What about Einstein?" Rosie asked. "We can't just leave him here!"

   "Don't worry kids. Assuming we succeed in our mission, this alternate 1985 will be changed back into the real 1985, instantaneously transforming around Einie," Doc explained.

   "Doc, what if we don't succeed?" Marty asked, holding onto Rosie tightly.

   "We must succeed," Doc said, turning the wheel quickly.