‘Lead poisoning.’
Marty glanced back over the edge of the roof, and twenty-eight storeys of air. There was no place to go. If Marty was going to survive this, he would have to bluff Biff, get him to hesitate, get him to make a mistake. But he’d already played that ‘Look out, behind you!’ trick. Even Biff wasn’t dumb enough to fall for that one twice. What else could he do?
Even though it was Biff, Marty decided he would try logic.
‘What happens to you when the police match the bullet up to that gun?’ he yelled.
That only made Biff laugh.
‘Kid, I own the police. Besides, they couldn’t match up the bullet that killed your old man.’
His old man? What was Biff saying? Biff had shot his father?
‘I suppose it’s poetic justice,’ Biff smirked. ‘Two McFlys with one gun.’
Biff raised his revolver, taking careful aim.
Marty looked back off the edge again. There was only one thing he could do.
He jumped from the roof before Biff could shoot - the last thing he saw was Biff’s open mouth as he leapt into the air.
Biff laughed. Then he ran to the edge of the roof to see the splattered remains of Marty McFly twenty-eight storeys below.
Only Biff didn’t see Marty McFly splattered. He saw him alive, suddenly rising up in mid-air: Marty was standing on the hood of the DeLorean.
Biff stared in astonishment. He raised his gun ... but Doc whipped open his gull-wing door and whacked Biff in the jaw with it, giving him a mouthful of stainless steel! The impact sent Biff reeling backward; his skull slammed into the cement surf a op nf the hotel roof and knocked him senseless.
Marty sighed relief. Their plan had Worked - just barely, but it had worked! Doc manoeuvred the flying DeLorean around to the edge of the roof so that Marty could climb off the hood, open the passenger door, and get into the seat beside him.
With Marty safely inside' Doc flew them away from Biff’s hotel.
‘What’s our destination time?’ Doc asked.
‘You won’t believe it, Doc,’ Marty replied. ‘November 12 1955.’
Doc looked as if he had seen a ghost. ‘November 12 1955? Great Scott! The date of the storm!’ He shook his head. 'Unbelievable that Old Biff would have chosen that particular date. It could mean that that point in time inherently contains some sort of cosmic significance - almost as if it were a temporal junction point for the entire space-time continuum-’
He paused to shrug. ‘On the other hand,’ he added brightly, ‘it could be an amazing coincidence!’
‘So, Doc,’ Marty added, ‘I guess we have to bring Jennifer and Einstein back with us to 1955?’
‘No,’ Doc replied. ‘Assuming we succeed in our mission, we’ll return to the same 1985 which we left this morning. Jennifer and Einie will still be here, and they’ll be fine.’
Marty frowned. Doc’s theory sounded fine, but still -
‘And if we don’t succeed?’ Marty asked.
‘We must succeed,’ Doc answered simply.
It only took the scientist a minute to set the destination display. And then they were gone.
Back to November 12 1955.
There were the usual sonic booms, and they were cruising over the fancy billboard - with all the pennants flying around it - announcing the future home of ‘Lyon Estates - Live in the home of tomorrow ... today!’ This was close to where Marty had shown up the first time he’d gone into the past.
It was still night as Doc landed the DeLorean behind the billboard, but Marty thought he saw a faint pink glow in the eastern sky.
So here they were, back in 1955.