(Saturday - November 12, 1955, 10:03 PM)
(The Clock Tower)
(Marty #1 is in the Delorean, speeding at 88 miles per hour as in the ending of Back to the Future I.)
Marty #1: Doc!
(Marty #1 gets sent back to 1985. The 1955 Doc dances around with happiness because they were successful.)
Doc: AHHH!! AHH!! HA! HA! HAHAHA!
(Marty #2, who remains throughout this movie, races into view and runs toward the Doc who is still dancing.)
Marty: Doc! Doc! Doc! DOC! DOC!
(Doc stops dancing and turns around and sees Marty. He freaks out.)
Marty: Okay, relax Doc, it's me, it's me, it's Marty!
Doc: No it can't be you...I just sent you back to the future!
Marty: I know, you did send me back to the future, but I'm back! I'm back from the future!
Doc: Great Scott!
Marty: Doc. C'mon.
(Marty drives Doc home in the rain following the lightening strike. He hangs up the letter from the Doc in 1885 by the fireplace to dry.)
(The Next Morning)
(Marty is asleep in the chair. His feet are propped up using the hoverboard. Doc is still asleep on the couch. The TV is all snowy but suddenly the service starts working.)
TV: Hey kids what time is it? Howdy Doody time!
(Doc wakes up and grabs his head, as though it hurts.)
Doc: Great Scott! Ooh...Howdy Doody time!
(Doc goes over and picks up his recorder. He begins to record his daily journal.)
Doc: Date, Sunday, November 13th, 1955 7:01 AM. Last night's time travel experiment was apparently a complete success. Lightning struck the clock tower at precisely 10:04 pm sending the necessary 1.21 giggowatts into the time vehicle, which vanished in a brilliant flash of light leaving a pair of fire trails behind. I therefore assumed that Marty and the time vehicle were transported forward through time into the year 1985. After that...after that...I can't recall what happened. I don't even remember how I got home! Perhaps the giggowatt discharge coupled with the temporal displacement field generated by the time vehicle caused a disruption of my own brain waves resulting in a condition of temporary amnesia. Indeed I now recall the moments after the time vehicle disappeared ... into the future ... I saw a vision of Marty saying, "I've come back from the future." (Marty gets up behind him, and because Doc's back is to him, Doc doesn't see him.) Undoubtedly this was some sort of…
Marty: Hey Doc. Doc. (grins and waves)
(Doc freaks out again, and starts screaming. He trips over the hoverboard trying to get away from Marty and bumps into the piano and ends up sitting on the keys.)
Marty: Doc, calm down, OK? Just calm down, it's me, it's Marty.
Doc: No! It can't be you I just sent you back to the future!!
Marty: But I came back from the future, remember? Last night you fainted... I brought you home.
Doc: This can't be happening! You can't be here! It doesn't make sense! I don't believe you are here.
(Doc runs into the bathroom and slams the door, leaving Marty standing outside.)
Marty: I am here, and it does make sense. I came back to 1955 with the you from 1985 to get a book back from Biff. So once we got the book back, you...that is the you from 1985...were in the Delorean when it got struck by lightning and you got sent back to 1885!
Doc: 1885? Opens door. It's a very interesting story, Future Boy, but there's one little thing that doesn't make sense. If the me in the future is now in the past, how could you possibly know about it?
Marty: You sent me a letter. (holds up the letter.)
(A few minutes later)
(Doc is reading the letter out loud.)
Doc: "Dear Marty: If my calculations are correct, you will receive this letter immediately after you saw the Delorean struck by lightning. First, let me assure you that I am alive and well. I have been living happily these past eight months in the year 1885. The lightning bolt that hit the Delorean caused a jigowatt overload which scrambled the time circuits, activated the flux capacitor, and sent me back to 1885. The overload shorted out the time circuits and destroyed the flying circuits. Unfortunately, the car will never fly again." (He pauses and looks at Marty in amazement.) It actually flew!
Marty: Yeah, well, you had a hover conversion done in the early twenty-first century.
Doc: Incredible! (goes back to reading.) "I set myself up as a blacksmith as a front while I attempted to repair the damage to the time circuits. Unfortunately, this proved impossible because suitable replacement parts will not be invented until 1947. However, I've gotten quite adept at shoeing horses and fixing wagons!" (Doc turns to Marty again.) 1885! Amazing. I actually end up as a blacksmith in the Old West.
Marty: Grinning. Pretty heavy, huh?
Doc: (Reading again.) "I have buried the Delorean in the Delgato mine adjacent to the old Boot Hill Cemetery as shown on the enclosed map. Hopefully it will remain undisturbed and preserved until you uncover it in 1955. Inside, you will find repair instructions. My 1955 counterpart" - that's me - "should have no problem repairing it so you can drive it back to the future. Once you have returned to 1985, destroy the time machine." (He looks to Marty questioningly.) Destroy it?
Marty: (Uncomfortable, he takes the model car from BTTF I from the trash can, looks at it and puts it back.) Yeah, well, it's a long story, Doc.
Doc: "Do not - I repeat - do not attempt to come back here to get me. I am perfectly happy living in the fresh air and wide open spaces, and I fear that unnecessary time travel only risks further disruption of the space-time continuum. And please take care of - Einstein for me." (he turns to Marty with) Einstein?
Marty: He's your dog, Doc - Einstein - it's what you call your dog...in 1985.
(He walks over to a chess set, in front of which Copernicus, Doc's 1955 dog, is sitting, and begins playing the game.)
Doc: (Doc smirks and continues reading.) "I know you will give him a good home. Remember to walk him twice a day and that he only likes canned dog food. These are my wishes. Please respect them and follow them. And so, Marty, I now say farewell and wish you Godspeed. You've been a good, kind, and loyal friend to me, and you made a real difference in my life. I will always treasure our relationship, and will think on you with fond memories, warm feelings and a special place in my heart. Your friend in time, 'Doc.' Emmett L. Brown."
Doc: This says September 1st, 1885. I never knew I could write anything so touching.
Marty: Standing up and going over to Doc. I know, I know Doc, it's beautiful.
Doc: Oh, it's all right, Copernicus! Everything's going to be fine.
Marty: I'm sorry, Doc, it's all my fault you're stuck back there. I never should've let Biff get to me.
Doc: There are plenty worse places to be than the Old West. I could've ended up in the Dark Ages. They probably would've burned me at the stake as a heretic or something. Let's look at the map. It says here the time vehicle is buried here in a side tunnel. We may have to blast.
(Doc and Marty blow open the entrance to the mine.)
Marty: Whoa. I think you woke up the dead with that blast.
Doc: Take this camera... I want to document everything!
(Delgato Mine - Inside)
(Doc and Marty are using flashlights to try and find the spot where the Delorean is buried.)
Doc: This reminds me of the time I attempted to reach the center of the earth. I'd be reading my favorite author, Jules Verne. I spent weeks preparing for the expedition, I didn't even get this far. Of course, I was only 12 at the time. It was the writings of Jules Verne that had a profound effect on my life. I was 11 when I first read 20,000 Leagues Under the Sea. That's when I realized that I must devote my life into science.
Marty: Doc... check it out... look at this.
(He points to a walled off section marked by a board that has "ELB" on it.)
Doc: My initials... just like in Journey To The Center of the Earth! That means the time machine must be right through this wall. (Doc and Marty break through the wall and find the Delorean up on blocks covered with a sheet.)
It's been buried here for 70 years, 2 months, and 13 days. Astounding.
(Marty is reading the letter aloud and Doc is looking at the circuit control microchip though a magnifying glass.)
Marty: "...As you can see, the lightning bolt shorted out the time circuit control microchip. The attached she-she..."
Marty: "...schematic diagram will allow you to build a replacement unit with the 1955 components, thus restoring the time machine to perfect working order."
Doc: Unbelievable, that his piece of junk could be such a big problem. No wonder this circuit failed... it says, "Made in Japan."
Marty: What do you mean, Doc? All the best stuff is made in Japan.
(Delgato Mine - Night)
(Doc and Marty are outside the cave now, near the cemetery, loading stuff onto Doc's pickup truck.)
Doc: You know, when I was a kid I always wanted to be a cowboy. Now, knowing I'll spend my future in the past it sounds like a wonderful way to spend my retirement years. It just occurred to me...since I end up in 1885 perhaps I'm now in the history books. I wonder...could I go to the library and look myself up in the old newspaper archives?
Marty: I dunno, Doc, you're the one whose always saying, you know, it's not too good to know too much about your own destiny.
Doc: You're right, Marty ... I know too much already. Better that I not attempt to uncover the circumstances of my own... future. Copernicus! Come home boy!
Marty: I'll get him Doc. Copernicus!
(Copernicus is whining.)
Marty: Come on, let's go home, boy.
(Copernicus continues to whine.)
Marty: What's wrong? What's wrong, Copernicus, come on, let's go home. Come on.
(Marty finds Copernicus whining in front of a grave. He quickly shines the flashlight on the tombstone writing as he picks up Copernicus, but doesn't seem to notice it, although it is quite clear that it is marked "Here Lies Emmett Brown." Seconds later, he returns carrying Copernicus keeps his flashlight on the tombstone.)
Marty: DOC! DOC! Come here! Quick!
(Doc runs over to see what's wrong.)
Doc: What's wrong, Marty? You look like you've seen a ghost.
Marty: You're not far off, Doc. Look at this.
Doc: (reads the tombstone) Oh! Great Scott!
Marty: Check this out. "Died, September 7th, 1885." That's one week after you wrote the letter! "Erected in eternal memory by his beloved Clara." (Spins around to face Doc, stands up.) Who the hell is Clara??!!
Doc: Marty, please don't stand there!!
Marty: Oh, right, sorry. I gotta get another picture. Takes picture of tombstone.
Doc: "...shot in the back by Buford Tannen over a matter of 80 dollars!" What kind of a future do you call that?!
(Hill Valley Library)
(The Library is obviously closed for the night, but Doc and Marty manage to break in and are going over old newspapers.)
Marty: (reading from the newspaper) "Buford Tannen was a notorious gunman whose short temper and a tendency to drool earned him the nickname Mad Dog. He was quick on the trigger and bragged that he had killed 12 men, not including Indians or Chinamen."
Doc: Does it mention me? Am I one of the twelve?
Marty: Just a minute. "However, this claim can not be substantiated since precise records were not kept after Tannen shot a newspaper editor after printing an unfavorable story about him in 1884." That's why we can't find anything.
Doc: (Brings over a book full of family portraits.) Look ... the William McFly family. Your relatives?
Marty: My great-grandfather's name was William. (Lays a finger over the photograph of his ancestor.) That's him. Good looking guy.
(William just happens to be portrayed by Michael J. Fox.)
Doc: McFlys...but no Browns!
Marty: Look, Doc, maybe it was mistake. Maybe that grave wasn't yours. There could've been another Emmett Brown back in 1885. Did you have any relatives here back then?
Doc: (shakes his head 'no') The Browns came to America in 1908, and then they were the Von Brauns. My father changed our name in World War I.
Marty: Doc! Look!
(Thumbing through photos, he has found a picture of Doc on September 5, 1885 in front of the brand new clock now in the clock tower.)
Doc: Oh! Great Scott! It's me! Then it is true. All of it. It is me who goes back there...and gets shot.
Marty: It's not gonna happen Doc. (Doc looks at him.) After you fix the time circuits and put new tires on the Delorean, I'm going back to 1885 and I'm bringing you home.
(Drive-In - Day)
(Marty is in the bathroom changing into western style clothing while Doc is outside putting last minute touches on the Delorean.)
Doc: The clothes fit?
Marty: (os) Yeah! Everything except the boots, Doc. They're kind of tight! I dunno, are you sure this stuff is authentic?
Doc: Of course. Haven't you ever seen a Western?
(Marty comes out of the bathroom and he's dressed in a frilly pink western shirt and red-ish pants that look very un-authentic.)
Marty: Yeah, I have Doc, but Clint Eastwood never wore anything like this.
Doc: Clint who?
Marty: That's right. You haven't heard of him yet.
Doc: Marty, you have to wear the boots. You can't wear those futuristic things in 1885. You shouldn't even be wearing them in 1955. (Indicating his Nike's.)
Marty: All right, Doc, look. Once I get there I'll put them on, I promise.
Doc: Okay, I think we're about ready. I put gas in the tank, your future clothes are packed, just in case fresh batteries for your walkie-talkies. Oh, and what about that floating device?
Doc: Alright. (he picks up the hoverboard and puts it in the Delorean.)
Marty: You know Doc, it's gonna be a hell of long walk back to Hill Valley from here.
Doc: It's still the safest plan. After all, we can't risk sending you back to a populated area, or to a spot that's geographically unknown. You don't want to crash into some trees that once existed in the past. This is all completely open country! So you'll have plenty of run-out space when you arrive. Remember where you're going there are no roads. There's a small cave over there which will be a perfect place to hide the time vehicle. Well, the new time circuit control tubes are warmed up! (starts the Delorean) Time circuits on. I wrote the letter on September 1st, so we'll send you back the very next day. September 2nd, that's a Wednesday. September 2nd, 1885, 8 AM. I get shot on Monday the 7th, so you have 5 days to locate me. According to my letter I'm a blacksmith, so I probably have a shop somewhere. All you have to do is drive the time vehicle directly towards that screen accelerating at 88 miles per hour.
Marty: Wait a minute, Doc. If I drive straight towards the screen, I'll crash into those Indians. (Indicating a mural painting of Indians behind the movie screen.)
Doc: Marty. You're not thinking fourth dimensionally! You'll instantly be transported to 1885, and those Indians won't even be there.
Doc: Well, good luck, for both of our sakes. See you in the future. (pats Marty on the shoulder.)
Marty: You mean the past.
Doc: Exactly!(he moves off to the side so he won't get run over.) Ready Marty?
Marty: (starting up car) Ready!
Doc: Set! (aims the pistol into the air.)
Marty: (mumbling) Hi ho silver.
(Doc shoots off the pistol and Marty hits the gas and drives right towards the screen full of Indians. The BTTF theme is played.)
Doc: Viya con dios!
(Marty hits 88 MPH and is transported back to 1885.)
(As Marty looks ahead he sees that the fake Indians from the screen have turned into full fledged Indians and they are heading straight towards him.)
(An Indian drumbeat begins to play.)
Marty: AHHHH!! (He spins around and spots the cave Doc had talked about earlier.) The cave! (He drives toward the cave and watches the Indians and their horses leaping over the cave. Marty climbs out of the cave thinking he's safe, but then he sees the Calvary chasing the Indians.) Shit, the cavalry!! (He runs back into the cave. Once he's sure that the coast is clear he checks out the Delorean for damages and sees an arrow that an Indian shot into the car. He pulls it out and sees liquid leaking out of the car.) Damn, I ripped the fuel line. (He opens the door of the Delorean and takes out his books and the photo of Doc's tombstone. He stuffs the picture in his pocket. He stands there for a moment, as if trying to figure out what to do next, when suddenly he hears the sound of a roar. He looks up to see a giant brown bear standing only a few feet away.) AHHH!! AHH!! (The bear roars again and stands up on its hind legs.) AHH!! AH! AH! WHO WHO! (Marty takes off running out of the cave. The bear follows him. Marty drops his boots in his hurry to escape and the bear stops and sniffs the boots and then decides the boots are better to play with. Marty keeps on running, and while looking back to see if the bear is following him, he trips and slides down a hill. He crashes into a fence at the bottom of the hill and passes out.)
Seamus: Maggie! (We see a boot shot of Seamus first, then the rest of his body. He is played by Michael J. Fox and talks with an Irish accent.) Fetch some water, we got a hurt man here!
(McFly Farm - Bedroom)
(Marty is asleep in a darkened bedroom. Suddenly he wakes up.)
Marty: Mom...Mom, is that you?
Woman: (with Irish accent) There there now, you've been asleep for nearly 6 hours now.
Marty: I had this horrible nightmare. It was terrible. I dreamed I was in a western...I was being chased by Indians. And a bear.
Woman: Well, you're safe and sound, here now at the McFly farm.
Marty: McFly farm! AHH!! (Sits up in bed. He is in a log cabin, a single room with a bed. A woman is sitting at a desk on a chair near the bed.) Well you're my-my - my... (Suddenly realizing that although he knows the last name, he doesn't know which member of the family this is.) Who are you?
Woman: Name's McFly. Maggie McFly.
Marty: McFly. Maggie.
Maggie: That's Mrs. McFly, and don't you be forgettin' the misses! And what might your name be sir?
Marty: Well, it's Mc…(he stops suddenly realizing that he shouldn't tell her his real name.) Eastwood...uh...Clint...Clint Eastwood? (grins sheepishly)
Maggie: You hit your head, Mr. Eastwood. Not too serious, but lucky for you, Seamus found you when he did.
Maggie: Me husband. You'll be excuse me Mr. East-wood, while I tend to William.
(He gets up and checks to see that his pants are still on, and then goes into the other room to see Maggie bouncing a crying baby in her arms, cooing.)
Marty: That's William?
Maggie: Aye! William Shaun McFly, the first of our family to be born in America! Ahh, its okay Will! Here's Mr. Clint Eastwood...this is him. (William stops crying and stares at Marty. Maggie looks at Marty.) He already likes you, Mr. Eastwood.
(The door flies open.)
Seamus: Maggie. (Slams a dead deer down on the table.) I got supper.
(Seamus and Marty are sitting at the table while Maggie tends to them.)
Seamus: I'm not one to pry into a man's personal affairs but how is it that you came to be way out here, without a horse? Or boots? Or a hat?
Marty: Well my car - horse broke down and a bear ate my boots. And I guess I just forgot my hat.
Maggie: How could you forget a thing like your hat? Would you like some water?
Marty: Yeah, thanks. (Maggie pours him a glass of very dirty water. Marty just stares at it.)
Seamus: I'll tell you what I'll do, Mr. Eastwood. I'll help you find your blacksmith friend. You can stay the night in the barn. And tomorrow, I'll take you as far as the railroad tracks...you can follow them straight on in into town. I'll even give you a hat.
(Maggie slams down plate at the kitchen counter, and crosses herself in the Catholic fashion.)
Marty: That's great. Thanks.
(William begins crying again and Seamus gets up to hold him.)
Seamus: Ahh. Woogie William. Woogie William. Ohh, yes. (Sits down at table again with William.) I think you'll find the barn comfortable. I've never had any complaints about it from the pigs. (Laughs.)
Maggie: Seamus. A word with you.
Seamus: Aye. (Stands up and moves as if to hand William to Marty.). Will you hold him for a minute? (He hands William to and then goes to the bedroom to talk to Maggie.)
Maggie: You sure you're not after bringing a curse on this house, taking him in like that. Such a strange young man.
Seamus: Aye, but I've just got a feeling about him Maggie. It's the right thing to do. It's important. Look how the baby takes to him. Little Will never takes to strangers. It's almost as if...he's connected to us.
Marty: (talking to William) Hey, Will. So you're my great-grandfather...the first McFly born in America. (Raises Will up to see the baby peeing.) And you're peeing on me.
(Marty is walking up the train tracks and he comes to the Train Station. He walks around town and we see lots of shots of Hill Valley in 1885.)
Man #1: Give me some soap, Frank.
Man #2: Here you go.
(He sees a bathing house and a butcher chopping meat. He sees a banner above that advertises the "Hill Valley Festival" on September 5th, 1885. He sees an A. Jones Manure wagon on the side of the road. He sees a horse-drawn wagon driving by. Marty then sees the clock tower being built in the square.)
Horse Driver: Hyah!
(Marty gets out of the way right before a horse-drawn carriage runs over him. There is a clearing of dust and we see Marty staring at his shoes, now covered with horse poop. He walks into the saloon.)
(Three old men are sitting at a table in the saloon talking amongst themselves.)
Old Man #1: Take a look at what just breezed in the door.
Old Man #2: Why I didn't know the circus was in town!
Old Man #3: Looks like he got that shirt off'n a dead Chinee.
(The others laugh)
Bartender: (to Marty) What'll it be, stranger?
Marty: Uh...I'll have...uh...ice water.
Old Man #1: Ice water? (laughs)
Bartender: Water? You want water, you better go dunk your head in the horse trawl back there. (The old men laugh) In here... we pour whiskey. (He takes out a bottle of whiskey and pours a small glass. Marty stares at it. There is steam coming from the glass.)
Marty: Excuse me. I'm trying to find a blacksmith.
Voice: Hey McFly... thought I done told you never to come in...
(Marty turns and we see a mean looking guy, who looks a little like Biff Tannen, with his gang behind him.)
Man: You ain't Seamus McFly. Walking towards the counter. You look like him though. 'Specially with that dawg ugly hat. (his gang laughs. Marty just rolls his eyes and takes the hat off.) You kin to that hay barber? (Marty doesn't reply.) What's your name, dude?
Marty: Uh...Martin…(realizes his mistake) Eastwood. Clint Eastwood.
Gang Leader: What kind of stupid name is that?
Gang Member: I'd say he's the runt of the litter.
Gang Member: (goes over to Marty and shows the others Marty's white teeth.) Take a look, see these pearly whites! I ain't seen teeth that straight weren't store bought.
Gang Member: Take a look at them moccasins. What kind of skins is them? What's that writing mean...Neekay...what is that, some sort of Injun talk or something? (laughs.)
(The Bartender begins to pour them all some whiskey, but the Gang Leader stops him.)
Gang Leader: Bartender...I'm looking for that no good cheatin' blacksmith. You seen him?
Bartender: Scared. No, sir, Mr. Tannen, I have not.
Marty: Tannen. You're Mad Dog Tannen.
Tannen (formerly Gang Leader): Mad Dog? (Everyone in the saloon runs and hides, but Marty stays where he is.) I hate that name. I hate it, you hear? Nobody calls me Mad Dog. 'Specially not some, duded-up, egg sucking, gutter trash. (He points a gun at Marty's feet and shoots, causing Marty to jump to save his feet.)
Tannen: Dance! Fires shot. Come on! (Fires a shot while his gang members laugh.) Come on, runt, you can dance… (shoots again) …better than that!
(Marty keeps his feet going. When the dust clears we see that he's doing Michael Jackson's moonwalk.)
Marty: Uh...uh...Billy Jean is not my lover-kicking feet-whoo!
(He does a spin and a jump at the end, and manages to jump on a loose wooden plank. At the other end of the plank is a barrel full of tobacco spit, and it goes flying and spills all over Tannen. Tannen draws his gun and pulls the trigger, but luckily enough for Marty, Tannen is out of bullets. Marty hurries to get out of the saloon but he trips and hits the old men's table.)
Old Man #1: You better run, squirrel!
Tannen: Y'all get him!!!
(Marty climbs over tables and swings on the chandelier before finally getting out of the saloon. But the gang is in hot pursuit. Marty runs like crazy.)
Marty: Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!
(The gang continues to chase Marty and since they are now on horses they mange to catch up to him very quickly. Tannen swings a rope over his head like a lasso and throws it over Marty's neck. They drag him towards the Clock Tower.)
Tannen: We got ourselves a new courthouse...high time we had a hangin'!
Marty: Oh, oh God, hu...
(Tannen tightens the noose around Marty's neck and they hoist him up so that he is hanging from the rope with his feet dangling. Tannen and his gang are enjoying this. From a short distance away a man steps into view. We only see that he is wearing boots and a long coat. He holds a long gun in his hand. Neither the gang or Marty have seen him yet.)
Tannen: Haven't had a hanging in a long time!
(The man points the gun and fires. He severs the rope that is holding Marty up and Marty falls to the ground taking a very deep breath. The gang looks at the man for the first time and raise their guns.)
Doc: It'll shoot the fleas off a dogs back at 500 yards, Tannen, and its pointed straight at your head!!
(Tannen motions to his gang and they all lower their guns.)
Tannen: You owe me money, blacksmith.
Doc: How do ya figure?
Tannen: My horse threw his shoe. Seein' you was the one who done the shoeing, I figures you was responsible.
Doc: Well since you never paid me for the job I say that makes us even!
Tannen: Wrong! See I was on my horse when he threw his shoe and I got throwed off. And that just caused me to bust a perfectly good bottle of fine Kentucky Redeye. So the way I figure, blacksmith, you owe me five dollars for the whiskey, and seventy-five dollars for the horse.
Marty: (realizing) That's eighty dollars!
Doc: Look, if your horse threw his shoe, bring him back and I'll re-shoe him!
Tannen: I done shot that horse!
Doc: Well that's your problem, Tannen!
Tannen: Wrong. That's yours. So from now on, you better be lookin' behind you when you walk. 'Cause one day you gonna get a bullet in your back. Let's go!
(Tannen and his gang all ride off. Marty smiles sheepishly at Doc. He speaks hoarsely.)
Doc: Marty...I gave you explicit instructions not to come here but to go back directly to 1985.
Marty: I know Doc...but I had to c…
Doc: But its good to see ya, Marty. (They hug.) Marty, you're gonna have to do something about those clothes. You walk around town dressed like that and you're liable to get shot.
Marty: (rubs his neck) Or hanged.
Doc: What idiot dressed you in that outfit?
Marty: (smiles and claps Doc on the shoulder) You did.
(Marty is changing into more suitable Western clothes. Doc is studying the photo of the tombstone with a magnifying glass.)
Doc: "Shot in the back by Buford Tannen over a matter of 80 dollars!" September seventh! That's this Monday! Now I wish I'd paid him off! He points to the text at the bottom of the tombstone and talks to Marty. And whose this beloved Clara? I don't know anyone named Clara.
Marty: I dunno, Doc. I thought maybe she was a girlfriend of yours.
Doc: Marty. My involvement in such a social relationship, here in 1885, the result is a disruption of the space-time continuum. As a scientist, I can never take that risk, certainly not after we've already been through.
(A carriage pulls up outside and a man climbs out.)
Mayor: Emmett! Ho Emmett!
Doc: (looks outside through the open door.) Hubert! (whispers to Marty.) It's the mayor!
Mayor: Excuse me Emmett. You remember last week at the town meeting when you volunteered to meet the new school teacher at the station after she came in?
Doc: Oh yes, quite so.
Mayor: Well, we just got word she's comin' in tomorrow. Here are the details for ya. Thanks for all your help. (heads back out to his carriage.)
Doc: Anytime, Hubert!
Mayor: (stops and turns back.) Oh, her name's Miss Clayton. Clara Clayton.
(Doc looks up in shock. Marty is surprised as well. The Mayor leaves.)
Marty: Well, Doc, now we know who Clara is.
Doc: Marty. It's impossible. The idea that I could fall in love at first sight? It's romantic nonsense. There's no scientific rationale to that.
Marty: Laughing. C'mon, Doc, it's not science. You meet the right girl, it just hits ya; it's like lightning.
Doc: Marty, please don't say that!
Marty: That's the way it was for me and Jennifer. Man, we couldn't keep our eyes off each other! God, Jennifer, damn, I hope she's alright, Doc. I can't believe we just left her there on the porch!
Doc: Don't worry, Marty, she'll be fine. When you burned the almanac in 1955, the normal timeline was restored. That means once we're back in 1985, you just have to go over to the house to wake her up.
(A giant machine begins working.)
Doc: Oh, Marty, turn that valve over there all the way to the right. Yeah, turn it all the way around. Okay let's go!
(The machine continues to work. Doc holds a pan next to a pipe. Suddenly a small brownish square shoots out. Doc picks it up with some tongs and drops it into a beaker of tea. He rattles it and offers it to Marty.)
Doc: Iced tea?
Marty: No, thanks. (Doc takes a drink and then sets the beaker down. Marty looks at the machine with a new-found respect for the Doc.) It's a refrigerator!
Doc: (moves off) Well, I guess Miss Clayton will have to find other transportation. Turning to face Marty. If I never meet the woman, there's no possibility of a romantic infatuation, right?
Marty: You're the doc, Doc.
Doc: Alright then. Let's get the Delorean and get ourselves back to the future!
Marty: (casually) Oh Doc, I tore a hole in the gas tank. We'll have to patch it up and get gas.
Doc: (Freezes in place) You mean we're out of gas?
Marty: (still casual) Yeah, no big deal, we got Mr. Fusion, right?
Doc: Mr. Fusion powers the time circuits and the flux capacitor. But the internal combustion engine runs on ordinary gasoline; it always has. There's not going to be a gas station around here until some time in the next century. Without gasoline, we can't get the Delorean up to 88 miles per hour.
Marty: So what'll we do?
(Outside of Hill Valley Doc and Marty are trying to find out how fast a pack of horses can run. They are sitting on the tope of the Delorean which is being pulled by horses. Marty is holding some type of speed device.)
Doc: Ya! Ya!
Doc: It's no use Marty! Even the fastest horse in the world can't run more than 35, 40 miles an hour. Ya! Ya! Ya!
(Marty is trying to start the Delorean while Doc pours some type of alcohol into the tank.)
Marty: Bartender says that's the strongest stuff they got.
Doc: Try it, Marty.
(Marty tries to start the car, but it won't turn over.)
Doc: Need more gas...
(Marty gives it more gas and suddenly there is a loud boom from the back of the car, and something falls off the car.)
Doc: Damn! It blew the fuel injection manifold. Strong stuff all right. (holds up the broken part to show Marty.) It'll take me a month to rebuild it.
Marty: A month? Doc, you're gonna get shot on Monday!
Doc: (moves over to his desk by the window) I know, I know, I know! I wish...wait. I've got it! We can roll it down a steep hill...no, we'd never find a smooth enough surface. Unless...of course...ice. Eyes widening. We can wait until winter...when the lake freezes over...
Marty: Winter! Doc! Monday! It's three days away!
Doc: Wait. Let's just think this thing through logically. We know it can't run on its own power, and we know we can't pull it. But, if we can figure out a way to push it up to 88 mph...huh?
(Suddenly the train whistle blows outside. Doc turns and looks out the window and sees the train.)
Doc: That's it!
(Marty and Doc are standing next to the train talking to the conductor.)
Conductor: How fast she can go? Why, I've powered her up to 55 myself. I hear that fearless Frank Fargo got one of these up to near 70 out past Verde Junction.
Marty: Is it possible to get it up to 90?
Conductor: Laughing. 90? Tarnations, son, why'd ya ever be in such a hurry?
Doc: Well, it's just a little bet that he and I have, that's all. Theoretically speaking, could it be done?
Conductor: Well, I suppose if you had a straight stretch of track with a long level grade, and you weren't hauling no cars behind you...and if you could get the fire hot enough...I mean hotter than the blazes of hell and tarnations...well yes, you might be able get her up that fast.
Doc: When's the next train coming through here?
Conductor: Monday morning at 8 o'clock.
(A few minutes later Doc and Marty are studying a map on the wall of the train station.)
Doc: Here. (points to a spot on the map) This spur runs off the main line 3 miles down to Clayton Ravine. There's a long stretch of track that will still exist in 1985. This is where we'll push the DeLorean with the locomotive. Funny, this map calls Clayton ravine Shonash Ravine. Must be an old Indian name for it. It's perfect. Nice long run that goes clear across the bridge over the ravine, you know, over near that Hilldale housing development.
Marty: Right, Doc, but according to this map...indicating map...there is no bridge.
(Doc and Marty are standing at the very edge of the tracks that end just at the Ravine. They walk back towards their horses.)
Marty: Well, Doc, we can scratch that idea. I mean, we can't wait around a year and a half for this thing to get finished.
Doc: Marty...it's perfect! You're just not thinking fourth dimensionally!
Marty: Right, right. I have a real problem with that.
Doc: Don't you see? The bridge will exist in 1985. It's safe and still in use. Therefore, as long as we get the Delorean up to 88 miles per hour before we hit the edge of the ravine, we'll instantaneously arrive at a point in time where the bridge is completed. We'll have track under us, and coast safely across the ravine!
Marty: What about the locomotive?
Doc: Grinning. It'll be a spectacular wreck. Too bad no one will be around to see it.
Woman: (os) Ahhh!! help me!
(Doc turns around and spots a woman on a buckboard that's gone out of control. He jumps on his horse.)
Doc: Great Scott! (he takes off after her) Git!
Marty: (follows Doc) Hah!
(Doc catches up with the woman and motions for her to jump onto his horse.)
(The woman gets off the wagon just in time. The horses make a sudden turn and the wagon falls into the Ravine.)
Doc: (stopping his horse) Whoa.
(The woman's hat is obscuring her face.)
Woman: Oh, thank you, sir, you saved my...(she lifts her hat and sees Doc.)...life.
(They are both immediately taken with each other.)
Doc: Emmett Brown, at your service, Miss...
Woman: Um...um...Clayton. Clara Clayton.
(Marty quickly pulls out the photo of the tombstone and looks at it. He looks from the photo to Doc and Clara.)
Doc: Clara. What a beautiful name.
(The three of them are riding towards Clara's cabin near the school. Marty is pulling along a single horse that carries Clara's things. Doc and Marty unload the stuff onto her porch.)
Doc: May I help you inside with these?
Clara: Oh no, that won't be necessary. You've done more than enough already.
Doc: But it's really no trouble.
Marty: Doc, she says it's fine, and we gotta get goin'. (to Clara) Ma'am, good luck with the school teachin' and everything.
Doc: Clara, I'll straighten everything out with Mr. Statler from the buckboard rental ... don't you worry about that. I feel someone's responsible for what happened.
Clara: Oh, well, that would be very gentlemanly of you, Mr. Brown...Emmett. You know, I'm almost glad that snake spooked those horses. Otherwise, we might never have met. I suppose it was destiny. Well, thank you for everything.
Doc: You're quite welcome.
Clara: I will...see you again, won't I?
Doc: Of course, you'll see lots of me, I'm sure, I have a shop in town. I'm a local scientist...uh...uh...blacksmith.
Clara: Science? What sort of science? Astronomy? Chemistry?
Doc: Actually I'm a student of all sciences.
Marty: Hey Doc, we gotta get goin'.
Doc: Oh yes, well, excuse us Clara, we have to get...going. Toodle-oo.
(Doc waves at Clara and she waves back before going inside. Doc and Marty get on their horses and ride away.)
Marty: What do ya mean, you're gonna be seein' lots of her, Doc?
Doc: Well...I might see her again, just in passing.
Marty: (laughs) C'mon, Doc, did you see the way she was looking at you?
Doc: Well, she did have quite a scare, right? After all, Miss Clayton almost ended up at the bottom of Clayton Ravine. (he stops as he realizes what he just said) Clayton Ravine...
Marty: Holy shit! Hey Doc! Clayton Ravine was named after a teacher. They say she fell in there a hundred years ago.
Doc: A hundred years ago! That's this year!
Marty: Every kid in school knows that story because we all have teachers we'd like to see fall into the ravine.
Doc: Great Scott! (he stops his horse) Then she was supposed to go over in that wagon...and now, I may have seriously altered history.
Marty: Look, Doc, what's the worst that could happen, huh? So they don't name the ravine after her. Let's just get the Delorean ready and get the hell out of here.
Doc: I wish I'd never invented that infernal time machine...it's caused nothing but disaster.
(He rides away slowly. After a moment Marty follows him.)
(Marty is in the back of the shop talking quietly into a walkie-talkie.)
Marty: Doc, Doc, this is Marty. Can you read me? Over.
(Doc is at the front of the shop, and he hears Marty through his walkie-talkie.)
Doc: Check, Marty.
Marty: (into walkie-talkie) Great Doc, these things still work.
Doc: Alright. (he and Marty walk over to a small model of Hill Valley) Marty, once more lets go over the entire plan and layout. I apologize for the crudity of this model...
Marty: (probably remembering the 1955 Doc's model of the Hill Valley square the night of the thunderstorm.) Yeah, I know, Doc, it's not to scale. It's okay, Doc.
Doc: Alright. Tomorrow night, Sunday, we'll load the DeLorean on to the tracks here on the spur right by the old abandoned silver mine. The switch track is where the spur runs off the main line 3 miles into Clayton...Shonash Ravine. The train leaves the station at 8:00 Monday morning. We'll stop it here, uncouple the cars from the tender, throw the switchtrack, and hijack - borrow the locomotive and use it to push the time machine. According to my calculations we'll hit 88 miles per hour just before we hit the edge of the ravine, at which point we'll instantaneously arrive in 1985 and coast safely across the completed bridge.
Marty: What does this mean? (points to a small sign) Point of no return?
Doc: That's our failsafe point. Up until that point we can stop the locomotive before it plunges over the ravine. But once we pass that windmill, it's the future or bust.
(Doc and Marty are going to try out the model train to make sure that everything will work out.)
Doc: Here you go, Marty. Connect that to the positive terminal. All right, Marty, you all set?
Marty: Yeah, yeah, go.
Doc: Train pulling out of the station! Coming up the switch track! Stop at switch track! Throw switch! Pulling up the Delorean! Pushing the Delorean up to 88 miles per hour! (the model train falls off the table with the model car and onto a pillow on the ground. Doc catches the model Delorean before it hits the ground.) It couldn't be simpler!
(There is a knock on the door.)
Clara: Hello? Emmett?
Doc: It's Clara! Quick, cover the Delorean.
(Marty and Doc quickly throw a sheet over the Delorean and Marty hides the model car behind his back. Clara opens the door and walks in.)
Doc: Why, hello. This is quite a surprise.
Clara: Well, I hope I'm not disturbing anything.
Doc: Oh no, we were just doing a little model railroad.
Clara: Emmett, when my bags were thrown from the wagon, my telescope was damaged. And since you expressed an interest...in science, I thought you might be able to repair it for me. (pause) I would pay you, of course.
Doc: Oh, no, no, no, I wouldn't think of charging you for this. (Marty sighs and runs his hand through his hair.) Well, let's have a look at it. (he pulls out the telescope and looks through it.)
Clara: I think the lens may be out of alignment, because if you move it this way, the image turns fuzzy, see? But if you turn it ... the other way...
(Doc lowers the telescope and they gaze at each other.)
Doc: ...everything becomes clear.
(They move as if they are about to kiss so Marty clears his throat loudly. Doc and Clara step away from each other quickly. Clara moves towards the door.)
Doc: I will repair it right away and have it for you tonight.
Clara: Oh, tonight's the town festival. I wouldn't dream of having you work on my telescope during such an important event. You are...planning on attending, aren't you?
Marty: Well, actually ma'am...
Doc: Of course, the festival...
(Marty gives Doc a look, but doesn't say anything.)
Clara: Well, in that case, I'll see you this evening at the festival, Emmett. Mr. Eastwood.
Clara: (to Doc) Thank you...for taking care of my telescope.
Doc: You're quite welcome.
(Clara leaves and Doc stands there with this puppy love look on his face. Marty walks over to him after a moment.)
Marty: It's a nice telescope.
(The Festival is about to begin. Everyone is gathered at the Clock Tower to witness this event take place.)
Mayor: Ladies and gentlemen! As mayor of Hill Valley, it gives me great pleasure to dedicate this clock to the people of Hill County. May it stand for all time! (everyone cheers) Tell me when, gentlemen!
(The Mayor starts the clock.)
Mayor: Let the festivities begin!
(Doc and Marty are watching all this happen from a few yards away.)
Doc: Y'know Marty, in a way it's fitting that you and I are here to witness this.
Marty: Too bad I didn't bring my camera.
(Suddenly there is a big flash of light near the clock as some people have their photo taken by a old-timey photographer. Doc and Marty look at each other with an idea.)
(A few minutes later Marty and Doc are standing in front of the newly running clock.)
Photographer: Ready, gentlemen?
Doc: (aside to Marty) The only problem is we'll never be able to show it to anybody.
Marty: Smile, Doc.
(There is a big flash and Marty and Doc stand there like they're blind.)
(An old time band is playing.)
Band Member: YEE HA!!
(The music begins. Doc and Marty stand off to the side and watch.)
Doc: What great music!
Marty: Yeah; it's got a beat and you can dance to it!
Gun Salesman: (os) Step right up, gentlemen, and test your mettle with the latest products from Colonel Samuel Colt's Patent firearms of Hartford, Connecticut. Take this model for example. (Marty turns and watches the gun demonstration.) The new, improved and refined Colt Peacemaker. Available to you tonight for the low, low price of $12.
(Doc spots Clara talking with some people and he smiles. Clara looks up and sees him and she smiles back. She walks over to him.)
Doc: Good evening.
Doc: You look very...nice.
Clara: Thank you.
Doc: Would you like...uh...would you care to, uh...
Clara: I'd love to.
(Doc and Clara go out onto the dance floor.)
(Marty is still watching the gun demonstration.)
Gun Salesman: (to Marty) Young man, want to give it a try?
Marty: No, no, thanks. Hey Doc, this... (He realizes that Doc isn't there and he looks out onto the dance floor.)
Gun Salesman: Son! Sonny boy!
(Marty ignores the salesman. He keeps his eyes on Doc and Clara as they begin to dance.)
Marty: The doc can dance?!
Gun Salesman: Son! Son! Son! (He nudges Marty's shoulder with the barrel of the gun. Marty finally turns around.) Hey! I just told you that even a baby can handle this weapon. Surely you're not afraid to try something that a baby can do.
Marty: Hey, I'm not afraid of anything.
Gun Salesman: Well, then, step right up like a man. (Hands Marty a gun in front of a little diorama of the Old West in a box.) Now, what you do is just ease that hammer back there and squeeze off a round. (Marty points the gun into to the diorama but the man shakes his head and guides his hand upward.) No, no, no, right on out there and be real smooth. That's how you do it.
(Marty takes a shot and it's way off the mark.)
Marty: Hey listen, can I try that again?
Gun Salesman: Sure, go ahead.
(Marty shoots several times and each time he hits his mark. The salesman is at a loss as Marty holds the gun back out to him.)
Gun Salesman: Hey, just tell me one thing...where'd you learn to shoot like that?
Marty: (in all seriousness.) Seven-Eleven.
(Tannen and his gang approach the festival on horseback.)
Gang Member: Buford, you sure that blacksmith is gonna be at this here shindig?
Tannen: Sure he's here. Everybody's here tonight.
Deputy Marshall: You gentlemen are gonna have to check your firearms if you want to join in on the festivities.
Tannen: (laughs) And who's gonna make us, tender-foot...you?
Marshall: I am. (Buford turns to see Marshall Strickland with a rifle aimed at Buford's shoulder.)
Tannen: Marshall Strickland. I didn't know you was back in town.
Marshall: If you can't read the sign, Tannen, I presume you can read this. (He pats his rifle.)
Tannen: Pretty tough hombre when you're pointin' a scattergun at a man's back.
Marshall: Just like you, Tannen, I take every advantage I can get. Now are you gonna check your iron?
Tannen: I was joking with your deputy. Of course I'm going to check my iron. We all were, weren't we boys?
(They all give over their guns.)
Deputy: Yeah. Right. Tannen...your knife, too.
(Angry, Tannen takes the knife that was concealed in his boot and throws it like a dart onto a table nearby. Then he faces the Marshall.)
Tannen: Smile, Marshall. After all this is a party.
Marshall: The only party I'll be smilin' at is the one that sees you at the end of a rope.
(Tannen and the Marshall glare at each other.)
Deputy: Have fun.
Marshall: (to his son) That's how you handle them, son, never give them an inch. Maintain discipline at all times. Remember that word...discipline.
Boy: Solemnly. I will, Pa.
(Marty is off to the side of the dance floor eating some pie out of a tin plate. Seamus and Maggie run into him there.)
Seamus: Why, Mr. Eastwood. Nice to see ya. I see you got yourself some respectable clothes, lad. And a fine hat.
Marty: Yeah, well, a couple other people didn't like the way the other one looked on me.
Maggie: Sure that one suits you Mr. Eastwood. Very good for you.
Marty: Ahh...thanks. (he finishes off the pie and looks at the bottom of the tin plate which says 'Frisbee'.) Hey...Frisbee. Far out. (he grins as he sets the tin down and then walks away.)
(Seamus and Maggie just look after him for a minute.)
Seamus: What was the meaning of that?
Maggie: It was right in front of him.
(Tannen and his gang are still looking for Doc.)
Gang Member: There he is, Buford.
Gang Member: Right there. (points to the dance floor) Dancing with that piece of calico.
Gang Member #2: What are ya gonna do, boss?
Tannen: (he holds up a very tiny gun) I figure...I'll bury this muzzle deep enough in his back, nobody'll hear the shot.
Gang Member: Careful, Buford, you only got the one bullet with that.
Tannen: I only need one.
(Tannen walks over to where Doc and Clara are still dancing. Suddenly Doc feels the tiny gun at his back and freezes with a look of terror on his face. Clara stops with him.)
Tannen: I told you to watch your back, Smithy.
Doc: (surprised) Tannen. But you're early.
Tannen: It's a Derringer, Smithy. Small but effective. Last time I used it the fella took two days to die. Bled to death inside, it was real painful. (the gang laughs) That means you'd be dead by about suppertime Monday.
Clara: I don't know who you think you are, but we're dancing.
Tannen: Well looky what we have here...introduce me to the lady; I'd like a dance.
(Doc turns around to face Tannen with a brave and determined look on his face. Now Tannen moves the gun barrel to his throat.)
Doc: I wouldn't give you the pleasure; you'll just have to go ahead and shoot.
Clara: (realizing they're in danger) No, Emmett. I'll dance with him.
Tannen: Boys, keep the blacksmith company while I get acquainted with the fil. (He pushes Doc aside and his gang members take a hold of each of his arms.) WOO...HA HA HA! YEAH. OOOH.
Clara: I don't dance very well when my partner has a gun in his hand.
Tannen: Well, you'll learn. (to Doc) You know, Smithy, I may just take my $80 worth outta her. (Doc struggles to get free) WOO...HAHAHA! YEAH. (to Clara) I bet there's somethin' you can do that's worth $80.
Clara: I'm afraid you've underestimated me, Mister.
Tannen: Have I now?
(Clara jerks back and kicks Tannen hard in the shins. He cringes in pain and Clara backs up. The music dies and everyone stops dancing at this turn of events. Doc gets free.)
Doc: Stop it! Damn you, Tannen!
Tannen: No, I damn you.
(He draws his gun and aims at Doc. Marty sees what's going on from his vantage point at the banquet table. He grabs the Frisbee plate.)
Tannen: I damn you to hell!
(At the very same moment that Tannen fires his gun Marty throws the plate. It deflects the bullet and it shoots off Doc's hat instead. Doc is very stunned. Tannen whips around to see who's stopped him from shooting Doc.)
Marty: Hey, lighten up, jerk!
(Tannen turns to his gang members, who shrug in response.)
Tannen: Mighty strong words, runt! You man enough to back that up with more than just a pie plate?!
Marty: (backs down) Look, just leave my friends alone. (he turns to walk away)
Tannen: What's wrong, dude, you yella? (Marty stops in mid-step and turns slowly to face Tannen.) That's what I thought. Yellow belly.
Marty: Nobody... calls me yellow.
Tannen: Let's finish it...right now.
Gang Member #1: Uh, not now, Buford...Marshall's got our guns.
Tannen: Like I said, we'll finish this tomorrow.
Gang Member #2: Tomorrow we're robbin' the Pine City Stage.
(Tannen turns in exasperation to his gang behind him.)
Tannen: How 'bout Monday? We doin' anything on Monday?
(Gang members look at each other and shake their heads.)
Gang Member #3: No, Monday be fine... you can kill him on Monday.
Tannen: (to Marty) I'll be back this way on Monday. We'll settle this then. Right there out in the street, in front of the Palace Saloon.
Marty: Yeah, right, well, when? (sarcastically) High noon?
Tannen: Noon? I do my killin' before breakfast. Seven o'clock!
Marty: (tries to put up a brave front) Eight o'clock. (again gaining confidence) I do my killin' after breakfast.
(Clara looks at him then and he casually changes his expression to smiling and stops talking to Marty. Seamus and Maggie are watching all of this. Maggie's brought young William and he suddenly begins to cry in her arms. There is a long silence. Suddenly the Marshall comes on stage with his rifle.)
Marshall: Alright now, break it up. What's all this about...you causing trouble here, Tannen?
Tannen: No trouble, Marshall. Just a little personal matter between me and Eastwood. This don't concern the law.
Marshall: Tonight everything concerns the law - now break it up. Any brawlin', there's fifteen days in the county jail. (to the crowd) Come on, this is a party! Come on, let's have some fun!
(The band starts playing again and people begin to dance. Tannen walks over to where Marty is standing.)
Tannen: 8:00, Monday... you ain't here, I'll hunt you and shoot you down like a duck.
Gang Member #1: It's dawg, Buford. Shoot 'im down like a dawg.
(Tannen gets flustered but doesn't want to admit that he messed up.)
Tannen: Let's go, boys! Let these sissies have their party!
(They quickly leave, and Doc pulls Marty aside.)
Doc: Marty, what are you doing, saying you're going to meet Tannen?
Marty: Doc, don't worry about it! Monday morning, 8 AM. We're gonna be gone, right?
Doc: Theoretically, yes, but what if the train's late?
(Clara pops up at Doc's side.)
Doc: We'll discuss this later.
Marty: No, we'll discuss this now...late?
Clara: Thank you for your gallantry, Mr. Eastwood.
Marty: (modestly) No, hey, ma'am.
Clara: Had you not interceded, Emmett might have been shot!
Doc: Marty...uh, Clint...I'm going to take Clara home.
(Before Marty can reply he's pulled aside by another man.)
Man: You sure set him straight, Mr. Eastwood. I'm glad somebody finally got the gumption to stand up to that son-of-a-bitch.
Man #2: You're alright in my book, Mr. Eastwood...I'd like to buy you a drink.
Marty: Hey, look, I don't want a drink. It was no big deal.
(Marty is tapped on the back by the Gun Salesman. He's holding out a gun.)
Gun Salesman: Young man, young man...I'd like you to have this brand new Colt Peacemaker and gun belt, free of charge!
Marty: Free? (takes the gun and belt)
Gun Salesman: I want ever'-body to know that the gun that shot Buford Tannen was a Colt Peacemaker.
Marty: Hey, hey, thanks.
Gun Salesman: Of course, you understand that if you lose...I'm taking it back. (He smiles and walks away.)
(Marty stares after the gun salesman dumbfounded.)
Marty: Thanks again.
(Marty walks the other direction and runs into Maggie and Seamus. Maggie is carrying William. They continue along together.)
Seamus: You had him, Mr. Eastwood! You could have just walked away, and nobody would o' thought the less o' ya for it. All it would have been was words... hot air from a buffoon. Instead you let him rile ya...rile ya into playing his game, his way, playing his rules.
Marty: Seamus, relax, I know what I'm doing.
Maggie: He reminds me of poor Martin.
Seamus: Me brother.
Marty: (surprised) Wait a minute...you have a brother named Martin McFly? (they stop walking)
Seamus: Had a brother. (Marty gets the "I-don't-need-this" expression on his face.) Martin used to let men provoke him into fighting. He was concerned people would think him a coward if he refused. That's how he got a bowie knife shoved through his belly in a saloon in Virginia City. Never considered the future, poor Martin, God rest his soul. (walks off)
Maggie: Sure'n hope your considerin' the future, Mr. Eastwood. (she follows after Seamus with William in her arms.)
Marty: (to himself) I think about it all the time.
(Doc and Clara are seated outside. They're looking at the stars through a telescope.)
Clara: And that crater in the middle northwest, out there all by itself like a starburst?
Clara: That one's called Copernicus. (laughs) Listen to me, I feel like I'm teaching school!
Doc: Oh, please, continue your lesson. I never found lunar geography so fascinating. You're quite knowledgeable.
Clara: When I was 11, I had diphtheria. I was quarantined for three months, so my father bought me this telescope and put it next to my bed so I could see everything out my window. (pause) Emmett, do you think we'll ever be able to travel to the moon, like we travel across the country on trains?
Doc: Definitely, although not for another 84 years and not on trains. We'll have space vehicles ... capsules to sail off in rockets - devices that create giant explosions...explosions that are so...powerful that they...
Clara: (finishing his sentence) ...they break the pull of the earth's gravity and send their projectile through outer space. (Doc stares at her, dumbfounded, and she laughs) Emmett...I read that book too. You're quoting Jules Verne, From The Earth To The Moon.
Doc: (surprised) You've read Jules Verne?
Clara: I adore Jules Verne.
Doc: So do I. 20,000 Leagues Under The Sea, my absolute favorite. The first time I read that when I was a little boy I wanted to meet Captain Nemo and...
Clara: (laughing) Please, Emmett...you couldn't have read that when you were a little boy, it was only first published ten years ago.
Doc: (quickly covering up his mistake) Oh, yes, well...I meant it made me feel like a boy. I never met a woman who liked Jules Verne before.
Clara: I never ever...met a man like you before.
(Marty wakes up and looks around for Doc. He climbs out of bed and turns to face away from the camera. He's wearing long john's and one of the buttons on the rear is exposed so we see his butt.)
Marty: Doc! Doc! (realizes that Doc isn't home) I hope you know what you're doing. (he looks down and spots the Colt Peacemaker. He picks up the gun and faces the mirror.) You talking to me? You talking to me, Tannen? (pause) Well I'm the only one here. Go ahead...make my day.
(Downtown Hill Valley.)
(Marty is walking down the street and people he doesn't even know are saying good morning to him.)
Man #1: Hey, good morning, Mr. Eastwood!
Man #2: Have a cigar, Mr. Eastwood. Anything I can do for you today, Mr. Eastwood?
Marty: No, no, it's... fine.
Man #3 Good luck tomorrow, Mr. Eastwood! We'll be prayin' for ya!
The Undertaker: Good morning, Mr. Eastwood. Interest you in a new suit for a tomorrow?
Marty: Ah, I'm...I'm fine. Thanks.
(He turns and spots Doc. He heads over to him. Doc is smelling a flower that was given to him by Clara.)
Marty: Doc. What are you doing?
Doc: (stops sniffing) Oh, nothing...just out enjoying the morning air. It's really lovely here in the morning, don't you think?
Marty: Yeah, it's lovely Doc. Listen, we gotta load the Delorean. We gotta get ready to roll alright...(he spots the tombstone from the picture) hey look at that, the tombstone.
Doc: Marty, let me see that photograph again. (Marty hands it over and Doc examines it. He sighs.) My name...it's vanished.
Marty: Hey, that's great Doc! Don't you get it - we're going back to the future tomorrow, so everything's bein' erased!
Doc: But only my name is erased! The tombstone itself and the date still remain. That doesn't make sense. We know that this photograph represents what will happen if the events of today continue to run their course into tomorrow.
Marty: Right and so?
(The Undertaker comes over and begins measuring Marty.)
The Undertaker: Excuse me, Mr. Eastwood, I just need to take your measurement.
Marty: Hey, look, pal, I don't want to buy a suit!
The Undertaker: (laughs) No, this is for your coffin.
Marty: My coffin?!
The Undertaker: Well, the odds are running two to one against you. Might as well be prepared. (he walks off)
Doc: So...it may not be my name that's supposed to end up on that tombstone. It may be yours.
Marty: (clearly shocked) Great Scott!
Doc: I know, this is heavy. (Marty and Doc start walking again) Marty, why are wearing that gun? You're not considering running against Tannen tomorrow!
Marty: Doc, tomorrow morning I'm going back to the future with you. But if Buford Tannen comes looking for trouble I'm going to be ready for him. You heard what that son-of-a-bitch called me last night.
Doc: Marty, you can't go losing your judgment every time someone calls you a name! That's exactly what causes you to get into that accident in the future.
Marty: (stops in his tracks and turns to look at Doc) What? What about my future?
Doc's: I can't tell you. It might make things worse.
Marty: Wait a minute, Doc...what is wrong with my future?!
Doc: Calmly. Marty...we all have to make decisions that affect the course of our lives. You've gotta do what you've gotta do. And I've gotta do what I've gotta do. (leaves)
(Railroad Tracks - Night)
(Marty is working on something when Doc walks over and stoops down to talk to him.)
Doc: I've made a decision. I'm not going with you tomorrow. I'm staying here.
Marty: What are you talkin' about, Doc?!
Doc: There's no point in denying it. I'm in love with Clara.
Marty: Oh man. Doc, we don't belong here! Neither one of us! You know it could still be you that gets shot tomorrow! (He takes out the photograph of the tombstone from his pocket and shoves it in Doc's face.) This tombstone could still be in your future!
Doc: Marty...the future isn't written. It can be changed; you know that! Anyone can make their future whatever they want it to be. I can't let this one little photograph determine my entire destiny. I have to live my life according to what I believe is right... in my heart.
Marty: (sighs) Doc...you're a scientist. So you tell me. What's the right thing to do, up here?? (he points to his head.)
Doc: (thinks and then sighs) You're right, Marty.
(They pull a switch and the Delorean rolls slowly down the tracks.)
Marty: Wow, that worked great.
Doc: I've at least gotta tell her goodbye.
Marty: C'mon...Doc...I mean, think about it...what are you gonna say to her, I gotta go back to the future?? I mean, she's not gonna understand that, Doc. How long I been with ya and I don't even understand it?? (pause) Doc. Listen. Maybe we could...I dunno, maybe we could just take Clara with us.
Doc: To the future? You've reminded me, Marty, I'm a scientist so I must be scientific about this. I cautioned you about disruption of the continuum for your own personal benefit. Therefore I must do no less. We will proceed as planned, and as soon as we return to 1985 we'll destroy this infernal machine. Traveling through time has become much too painful. (he walks away)
(Marty stares after him before following him.)
(Marty is asleep by the fire. Doc silently gets up and leaves.)
(There's a knock at the door.)
Doc: (os) It's Emmett, Clara.
(Clara gets up from her desk and opens the door. She smiles at Doc.)
Clara: Oh, Emmett, won't you come in?
Doc: No...I better not. I...
Clara: What's wrong?
Doc: I've come to say goodbye.
Clara: Goodbye? Well, where ya goin'?
Doc: I'm going away...and I'm afraid I'll never see you again.
Doc: Clara...I want you know that I care about you deeply, but I realize that I don't belong here, and I have to go back to where I came from.
Clara: And where might that be?
Doc: ...I can't tell you.
Clara: Well, wherever you're going, take me with you!
Doc: I can't, Clara. I wish it didn't have to be this way...but just believe me when I say that I'll never forget you and that...I love you.
Clara: I don't understand what you're trying to say.
Doc: Clara...I don't think there's anyway that you can understand it.
Clara: Please, Emmett, please...I have to know. If you sincerely do love me...then tell me the truth.
Doc: All right then. I'm from the future. (Clara looks at him in disbelief.) I came here in a time machine that I invented and tomorrow I have to go back to the year 1985.
Clara: (getting angry) Yes, Emmett, I do understand. (Doc looks relieved, not realizing that she's not done yet.) I understand that because you know I'm partial to the writings of Jules Verne you concocted those mendacities in order to take advantage of me! (She slaps Doc on the cheek.) Oh, I've heard some whoppers in my day but the fact that you'd expect me to entertain a notion like that is so...insulting and degrading! All you had to say is "I don't love you and I don't want to see you anymore." That at least would've been respectful! (She slams the door.)
Doc: But that's not the truth!
(Doc, removes the flower from his suit that Clara has given him and leaves it on the window sill next to her doorway. He leaves. Through the window we see Clara run into the room and bury her face on the bed, crying.)
(Doc walks in looking utterly depressed.)
Bartender: Emmett! What can I get you, the usual?
Doc: No, Chester, I'm gonna need something a lot stronger than that tonight.
Bartender: Certainty in his voice. Sarsaparilla.
Doc: Whiskey, Chester.
Bartender: Whiskey? Emmett, are you sure? You know what happened to you on the fourth of July...
Bartender: (takes out a bottle) Okay, I ain't your papa. (He pours some in a small shot glass.) I just don't wanna see you...losing the whole thing.
Doc: You can leave the bottle.
Bearded Man: It's a woman, right? I knew it! I have seen that look on a man's face a thousand times, all across the country. Well I can tell you, friend. You'll get over her.
Doc: Oh-ho. Clara was one in a million. One in a billion. One in a googolplex. The woman of my dreams and I lost her for all time.
Bearded Man: I can assure you, sir, there are other women. I have peddled this barbed wire all across the country, and it has taught me one thing for certain. It's that you never know what the future might bring.
Doc: Oh-ho...the future, I can tell you about the future.
(Railroad Tracks - Morning)
(Marty is just waking up, lifting his head from the barrel of his gun which he slept on top of the entire night.)
Marty: Oh...oh, man, did I sleep...what time is it, Doc? (realizes Doc is gone) Doc!
(He pulls out the photo of the tombstone. Underneath the 'Here lies…" the name 'Clint Eastwood' begin to appear.)
(Tannen's Camp - Morning)
Tannen: Wake up! (He kicks one of his gang members in the stomach, forcing him to cringe and try to get up.) I got me a runt to kill!
Gang Member #1: It's still early, boss.
Gang Member #2: It's still early!
Tannen: I'm hungry.
(Doc is still holding his shot glass. He's talking to the entire saloon.)
Doc: ...but in the future, we don't need horses. We have horseless carriages called auto-mo-biles.
(And old man laughs.)
Old Man: If everybody's got one of these automo-whatsits, does anybody walk or run anymore?
Doc: Of course they run. But for recreation, for fun.
Old Man: Run for fun? Ha-ha, what the hell kind of fun is that?
(Another old man begins to laugh.)
(Marty arrives in town. He jumps off his horse and runs into Doc's shop.)
Marty: Doc! Doc!
(Realizing that Doc isn't there he runs back outside. He looks around and spots the Saloon.)
(Everyone in the Saloon is watching Doc with his shot glass.)
Old Man: How much has he had?
Bartender: None. That's his first one and he hasn't touched it, yet. He just likes to hold it.
(The old man laughs as Marty runs into the Saloon.)
Marty: Doc! Doc! (He sees the glass.) What're you doin'?
Doc: I lost her, Marty. There's nothing left of me here.
Marty: All right, so that's why you've gotta come back with me.
Doc: (confused) Where?
Marty: (in a what's-wrong-with-you voice) Back to the future!
Doc: (with conviction) Right. Let's get going. (he sets down his glass)
Doc: Gentlemen, excuse me, but my friend and I have to catch a train.
Old Man: Here's to ya, blacksmith. (He raises his glass in salute.)
Old Man #2: And to the future! (He raises his glass too.)
Old Man #3: Amen.
Doc: Amen. (He raises his glass from the bar and goes to drink it.)
Bartender: Emmett, no!!
(But the Bartender is too late and Doc swallows the whiskey. As the entire bar watch Doc takes one step forward and keels over, smashing the Old Men's table.)
Marty: Doc! Doc! Doc! C'mon, Doc, wake up, wake up, Doc. (To Bartender.) How many did he have?
Bartender: Just one.
Marty: (in disbelief) Just one?! C'mon, Doc.
Bartender: There's a feller that can't hold his liquor.
Marty: Gimme some coffee... black.
Bartender: Joey, coffee!
(Marty looks out the window and sees the clock. It reads 7:45.)
(Tannen and his gang are riding fast to get into town.)
Gang: Giddy up, hey, hoot!
Clara: How far does the 8:00 train go?
Clerk: San Francisco's the end of the line.
Clara: I'll take a one way ticket.
(Marty is trying to get Doc to drink the coffee, but it's not working.)
Bartender: You want to sober him up in a hurry, son, you're gonna have to use something a lot stronger than coffee.
Marty: Yeah, what do you suggest?
Bartender: (smiles) Joey. Let's make some wake up juice.
(They pull out several ingredients. The Bartender pours a little of everything into a glass.)
Bartender: In about ten minutes, he's gonna be as sober as a priest on Sunday.
Marty: Ten minutes?! (Looks at clock, sees it is now 7:50.) Why do we have to cut these things so damn close?
(The Bartender walks over with the glass of liquid, a funnel, and a clothespin.)
Bartender: Here, stick this clothespin on his nose, and when he opens up his mouth, go ahead and pour it on down his throat. (Marty begins to do so.) Oh, and stand back.
(Marty pours the liquid through the funnel and for a moment nothing happens. He stands up just in time, because Doc's eyes suddenly open wide, he jumps up, grabs his throat, and starts yelling.)
Doc: WAHHHH!! HOT! HOT!
(He runs out of the saloon and dunks his head into the water-filled horse trawl. He doesn't move. Marty and the bartender run out after him and look around, and spot him by the horse trawl. They lift him out of the water and look at his face.)
Marty: He's still out!
Bartender: (as they drag Doc back into the saloon) Oh, that, that was just a reflex action. It's gonna take a few more minutes for the stuff to really clear up his head.
(Clara boards the train.)
(Marty and the Bartender are slapping Doc's face, trying to wake him up. Seamus wanders in.)
Marty: C'mon, Doc, c'mon...wake up, buddy. C'mon, wake up, Doc, c'mon, c'mon.
Bartender: Seamus. Wouldn't expect to see you here this morning.
Seamus: Aye. But something inside me told me I should be 'ere. As if my future had something to do with it.
(Marty turns for a moment and stares at Seamus. Then the bartender speaks, snapping him back to the task at hand.)
Bartender: He'll come around in a minute.
Marty: C'mon, Doc, c'mon...wake up, now, buddy, c'mon.
Tannen: (os)Are you in there, Eastwood? (Marty looks up out the window which is on the other side of the room. Tannen is outside, yelling into the saloon.) It's eight o'clock, and I'm calling you out.
Marty: (yelling out to Tannen) It's not 8:00 yet!
Tannen: It is by my watch! Let's settle this once and for all, runt. Or ain't you got the guts?
(Marty pulls out the photo of the tombstone again. It clearly reads 'Here lies Clint Eastwood'. He gulps.)
Marty: Listen. I'm not really feeling up to this today. So I'm gonna have to forfeit!
Tannen: Forfeit? Forfeit! (He turns to one of his gang members.) What's that mean?
Gang Member: Uh...it means that you win without a fight.
Tannen: Without shootin'? Hey, he can't do that. (to Marty) You can't do that! (Marty gulps.) You know what I think? Ah think you're a gutless yella turd. And I'm giving ya to the count of 10 to come out here and prove I'm wrong. 1...
Marty: Doc!! C'mon, sober up, buddy, let's go.
Old Man: You better get out there son - I got $20 goin' betting on ya so you can't let me down.
Old Man #2: I got $30 goin' betting against you so don't let ME down.
Old Man #3: You better face up to it son, because if you don't go out there...
Marty: What? What if I don't go out there?
Old Man: You're a coward!
Old Man #2: And you'll be branded a coward for the rest of your days!
Old Man #3: Ever' body, ever were, will say Clint Eastwood is the biggest yeller belly in the west.
(Tannen can't remember what number comes next. He looks to his gang members for help. One of them holds up seven fingers for him.)
Man: Here...(He slides a gun across the table.)
Marty: I already got a gun. (He passes it back to the man.)
(Marty looks at everyone around him and each and every one of them returns the wide-eyed, silent gaze.)
Tannen: 10! You hear me, runt? I said that's ten, you gutless yella pie slinger.
Marty: (shrugs) He's an asshole! I don't care what Tannen says! And I don't care what anybody else says either.
(Just then Doc wakes up.)
Marty: Doc, Doc, you okay??!!
Doc: I think so...whoa, what a headache!
Marty: (to Bartender) Listen, you got a back door to this place?
Bartender: Yeah, it's in the back.
Marty: C'mon, Doc, let's go. (they move to leave)
Tannen: Are you comin' out here, runt, or do I have to go in there after ya?
(Doc and Marty escape out the back door and go down the stairs into an alley.)
Doc: The thing I really miss here is Tylenol.
(A gang member wanders over to check the alley and spots them.)
Gang Member: Hey! (Marty runs into Saloon. Doc hides behind some barrels.) Freeze blacksmith!
(The whistle blows as the train finally leaves the station. The bearded man from last night is sitting next to another man directly behind Clara, who is sitting alone.)
Bearded Man: Yessir, that poor fella last night had the biggest case of broken heart I have ever seen! And when he said that he didn't know how he could live the rest of his life knowing how much hurt he'd caused that little girl? Well, I really felt for him. I did. Right here.
(Saloon - Back Room)
(Marty is crouched low as he looks out the window. Tannen now has Doc as a hostage.)
Tannen: Listen up, Eastwood! I intend to shoot somebody today and I'd prefer it to be you. But if you're just too damn yella, I guess it'll just have to be you're blacksmith friend.
Doc: Forget about me, Marty, and save yourself!
Tannen: You got one minute to decide. You hear me runt? One minute!
(Marty turns from the window and spots an old cast iron stove. He gets an idea.)
Bearded Man: I never seen a man so broken up over a woman. What'd you say her name was? Cara? Sara?
Other Man: Clara?
Bearded Man: Clara!
(Clara instantly spins around.)
Clara: Excuse me.
Bearded Man: Ma'am.
Clara: But was this man tall, with great big brown puppy dog eyes and long silvery flowing hair??
Bearded Man: You know him!
Clara: (turns back around) Emmett!
(She gets up and pulls on a cable that causes the train to stop. Everyone jerks as the train comes to a quick stop. Clara jumps off the train and starts running back towards Hill Valley.)
(Hill Valley - Main Street)
(Tannen and his gang, along with Doc, are waiting for Marty.)
Tannen: Times up, runt! (He throws the watch at Doc and points his gun toward him.) Prepare to meet your Maker, blacksmith.
Marty: Right here, Tannen!
(Tannen turns and spots Marty. They assume positions seen in normal shooting scenes in Westerns. Everyone who was in the saloon comes out and so do all the townspeople near by.)
Marty: No! (Tannen stares at him. He throws his gun and belt down, and gulps.) I thought we could settle this like men.
Tannen: (pause) You thought wrong, dude. (He shoots and Marty falls to the ground.)
(Tannen laughs and walks over to where Marty lays motionless on the ground. Doc watches Tannen then looks down at Marty in disbelief.)
Tannen: Ahh, thank ya.
(Tannen stops just in front of Marty. He points his gun down at Marty meaning to finish him off. Suddenly Marty kicks the gun out of Tannen's hand. He stands up to face Tannen. Tannen throws a punch and nearly breaks his hand. Marty lifts his poncho to reveal the stove door that he put on as a bullet-proof vest. He saw the same thing in the Clint Eastwood movie that Biff was watching in the other 1985 time line. Marty takes off the stove door and slams it down on top of Tannen's head. He falls, but then stands up again. Marty punches him again and again, and Tannen crashes into the tombstone in front of a shop, breaking it in half, and then he lands headfirst in the A. Jones Manure Cart. Everyone stares.)
Seamus: (chuckles slightly.) That was good.
(The Deputy Marshall and his officers are galloping on horseback toward the scene.)
Gang Member: You know what I think? I think Buford's going to jail.
Gang Member #2: You're right.
(The gang members all take off running. Doc trips one of them, and the others keep running.)
Deputy Marshall: Get him out of that shit. Get them! (He indicates the escaping criminals, and the others take off in pursuit. The Mayor points his long rifle at Tannen's head.)
Deputy Marshall: Buford Tannen, you're under arrest for robbing the Pine City Stage. You got anything to say?
Tannen: (slowly spits out two mouthfuls of manure) I hate manure.
Doc: (to Marty) Look!
(He indicates the split tombstone and Marty immediately whips out the photo, from which the image of the tombstone vanishes.)
(In the distance the train whistle blows.)
Doc: The train!
Marty: Can we make it?
Doc: We'll have to cut it off at Coyote Pass!
(They quickly get on their horses but before they leave a little boy stops Marty.)
Little Boy: Hey Mister...Mr. Eastwood. Here's your gun, Mister. (he gives the gun to Marty.)
Marty: Thanks, kid. (He spots his Seamus standing in front of the Saloon. Seamus grins and rolls his hands into fists, faking a punch to show that he saw what Marty did.) Seamus! (Marty tosses him the gun and gun belt.) Worth $12, never been used.
Seamus: Maybe I'll trade it for a new hat.
Marty: Right, and take care of that baby! (He rides off with Doc toward the train.)
Seamus: (calling after him) I will!
(Clara runs in.)
Clara: Emmett! Emmett! Emmett! (She stops and studies the model of the railroad. She picks up the wooden futuristic automobile and reads the words printed on it.) Time machine...
(The train is moving again and Doc and Marty are trying desperately to catch up to it. The catch up to it and barely manage to climb onto the caboose.)
Doc: C'mon Marty!
Marty: Ah! Ah!
Doc: Ah, gimme your hand!
Marty: Ahhh! Whoa! Whoa! Ahh!
(Somewhere, Clara is on her horse following the train.)
(As they jump to the different cars to get to the engine car Doc and Marty make very peculiar yelling noises.)
Doc: Wa-ha!Marty: Whoa!
Doc: Hoo! C'mon, Marty!
Marty jumps on the top of another car, yelling all the way.
Doc: C'mon, let's go! Masks on.
(They tie bandanas over their mouths and climb over a train car filled with logs and into the engineer's car. They point their guns at the Engineer.)
Engineer: Is this a holdup? (He holds his hands up.)
(Doc and Marty glance at each other.)
Doc: It's a science experiment! Stop the train before you hit the switch track up ahead.
(A few minutes later)
(The train has stopped a few feet from the Delorean which has been lowered onto the tracks.)
Marty: Doc! (he switches the track.)
Doc: (to the Engineer) Uncouple the cars from the tender.
(Marty climbs up into the train as it starts to move. Doc blows the train whistle.)
Doc: I've wanted to do that my whole life!
(Marty and Doc are grabbing colored logs from the car and carrying them to the train.)
Marty: What are these things, anyway?
Doc: My own version of Presto Logs. Compressed wood with anthracite dust chemically treated to make the fire burn hotter and longer. I use them in my forge. These three will light the fire sequentially, make the fire burn hotter, kick up the boiler pressure and make the train go faster.
(Clara arrives at the remaining cars left behind by Doc and Marty. She kicks her horse into high gear and continues
(Marty is in the Delorean, which is hooked up to the front of the train. Doc is in the front of the train. The train whistle blows.)
Marty: (into walkie-talkie) Ready to roll!
(There is a shot of Clara following them. She can see them now, but they cannot see her.)
Doc: (into walkie-talkie) Marty, are the time circuits on?
Marty: (into walkie-talkie)Check, Doc.
Doc: (into walkie-talkie) Input the destination time - October 27, 1985, 11 AM.
(Marty punches this information into the keypad.)
Marty: (into walkie-talkie) We're cruising at a steady 25 miles an hour, Doc.
Doc: (into walkie-talkie) I'm throwing in the Presto Logs.
(He throws the logs into the fire, one by one.)
Doc: (into walkie-talkie) Marty, the new gauge will show the boiler temperature. (In the Delorean Marty looks at the new device Doc has installed.) The color coding indicates when each log will fire. Green, yellow, and red. Each detonation will be accompanied by a sudden burst of acceleration. Hopefully we'll get up to 88 miles per hour before the needle hits two thousand.
Marty: (into walkie-talkie) Right, what happens what it hits two thousand?
(Clara has caught up to the end of the train.)
Doc: (into walkie-talkie) The whole motor will explode.
Marty: (sarcastically into walkie-talkie) Perfect.
(Clara manages to get off her horse and onto the end of the train.)
Marty: (into walkie-talkie) Hey, Doc, we just hit 35!
Doc: (into walkie-talkie) Okay, Marty, I'm coming aboard!
(He begins to climb out to the Delorean)
(Marty is keeping his eye on the speedometer and talking to himself.)
Marty: Come on, come on. (He suddenly screams into the walkie-talkie.) You better hold on to something, Doc, the yellow log's about to blow!!!
(There is a big explosion and Clara is shown, stunned, as she was thrown back a little on the car she was climbing on.)
Clara: Ahh! Golly.
Marty: (into walkie-talkie) We just passed 40!
(Clara has finally reached the engine of the train.)
Clara: Emmett! Emmett! Emmett!
(Doc looks around while continuing to make his way to the Delorean. But he shakes his head as he thinks he's imagining things. Marty opens the wing door on the Delorean and looks to see where Doc is.)
Marty: (into walkie-talkie) We just passed 45, Doc, go for it!(He looks at the speedometer and mutters.) Fifty.
(Clara looks around for a way to get Doc's attention. Suddenly she pulls on the whistle cord. Doc and Marty both look at the engine car in shock as they spot Clara.)
Clara: (She shrugs and shouts above the din.) I love you.
Marty: (into walkie-talkie) Doc, Doc! What's happening?
Doc: (into walkie-talkie) It's Clara, she's on the train!
Marty: Clara! (to himself) Perfect.
Doc: (into walkie-talkie) She's in the cab. I'm gonna go back for her.
(Just then the Delorean passes the windmill.)
Marty: (into walkie-talkie) The windmill! Doc, the windmill! We're goin' past 60! You'll never make it!
Doc: (into walkie-talkie) Then we'll have to take her back with us! Keep calling out the speed! (Doc turns to Clara and shouts to her.) Clara, climb out here to me!
Clara: I don't know if I can!
Doc: You can do it! Just don't look down...that's it!
(Clara slowly makes her way out of the engine car.)
Marty: (into walkie-talkie) Sixty miles an hour, Doc!!
Doc: (to Clara) You're doing fine! Nice and steady! Come on! Just a little further! (All the while Clara is moving closer to him, climbing on the edge of the train.)
Clara: I can't Emmett, I'm scared!
Marty: (into walkie-talkie) SEVENTY!
Doc: Come on...you're doing fine...nice and easy...that's it...don't look down...
Marty: (into walkie-talkie) DOC! THE RED LOG'S ABOUT TO BLOW!!!
(There is a huge explosion. Clara nearly falls off the train. Her dress gets caught and that's the only reason she doesn't fall. She's hanging upside down.)
Doc: Clara! Hold on!
Clara: I can't! (She screams in desperation as her dress begins to rip.)
(Inside the Delorean, the hoverboard flies by itself into a seat beside Marty.)
Marty: (into walkie-talkie) Doc! I'll gonna slip you the hoverboard.
Doc: Marty! Watch out!
(Marty turns around to see, just in time, a wooden sign that indicates that the bridge is not yet finished. He ducks into the car before the sign is blown apart by the car.)
Clara: AHHH!! AHH! EMMETT, HELP!
Doc: Hold on, Clara! Whoo!
Marty: (into walkie-talkie) Doc! Catch it!
(Doc nods and Marty sends the hoverboard flying toward him.)
Doc: Whoa! (His feet land on the board.)
Marty: YES! YES!
Doc: Hold on!
Doc picks Clara up just in time. They are now safe on the hoverboard.)
(Marty watches as Doc and Clara, staring into each other's eyes, fly away from the Delorean. Marty slams the gull-wing door and get ready to travel back to the future. The Delorean hits 88 MPH and they shoot off into 1985. The locomotive, on fire, falls off the edge of the ravine.)
(Railroad Tracks - 1985)
(The Delorean pops out of nowhere onto the tracks. Marty waves, sheepishly to the cars who are stopped on either side of the tracks. Suddenly there is a modern day train whistle. Marty looks up and stares, mortified, as he sees a huge freight that is about to collide with the Delorean.)
Marty: Shit! (Just in time he manages to open the car door and stumble out.) AHHH!!!
(He is still in the air when the Delorean is hit by the train and is reduced to a million little pieces. The train moves on. Marty goes over to where the car used to be, staring as the time circuit boards flicker one last time before they go dead forever.)
Marty: Well, Doc, it's destroyed. He lifts his head. Just like you wanted.
(Marty runs past the sign that says Lyon Estates and toward his garage. The door of the garage is open and his truck sits there. He picks up a bottle of car wax. Suddenly Biff pops up from the other side of the car.)
Biff: Hey butthead! Get away from…
Marty: Watch it, Biff.
(Biff's tone instantly changes.)
Biff: Marty! I - I didn't mean to scare ya! I didn't recognize you in those clothes!
Marty: What the hell are you doin'?
Biff: Uh...just puttin' on the second coat now! (He indicates Marty's clothes.) You goin' cowboy, huh? (He gives Marty a quick thumbs-up.)
(The front door opens and Dave walks out, still in a business suit.)
Dave: C'mon, guys, we'll be late for brunch. (he glances at his watch.)
(The rest of the family comes out.)
Linda: Come on, Dad, they won't hold your reservations all day!
George: Lorraine, have you seen my glasses?
Loraine: They're in your suede jacket, honey. (She is the first to notice Marty.) Marty. We thought you went to the lake.
Linda: You wore that to the lake?
Marty: Thank God you guys are all back to normal.
Dave: Hey Marty, who're you supposed to be, Clint Eastwood?
Marty: Right. I gotta go get Jennifer. (He gets into his truck.)
Biff: I really like that hat, Marty.
Marty: Thanks, Biff.
(Marty pulls up outside of Jennifer's house. Jennifer is still sleeping on the swing on the porch.)
Marty: Jennifer. Jen. Jennifer. Wake up.
(Marty sits beside her on the swing. She hasn't stirred yet. He gently touches her cheek. He bends down and kisses her. Her eyes open and she smiles.)
Jennifer: Marty. (She sits up and embraces him, and she changes her expression.) I had the worst nightmare.
(Marty and Jennifer are sitting in the truck, waiting for a traffic light. No other cars are around.)
Jennifer: Marty, that dream I had was so real. It was about the future. It was about us...and you got fired.
Marty: What do you mean, I got fired? (He notices the sign outside the car on Jennifer's side.) Hilldale. Hilldale! This is where we live...I...I mean, this is, uh, this is where we're gonna live. Someday. (He smiles sheepishly.)
Jennifer: (giving Marty a strange look) Marty...it was a dream, wasn't it?
(Before Marty gets a chance to reply, there is a sound of tires screeching and another truck pulls up next to them. It's Needles and his gang. Inside the truck, the song "The Power of Love" by Huey Lewis and the News is booming.)
Needles: Hey! The big "M". How's it hanging, McFly?
Marty: (Without looking at him) Hey, Needles.
Needles: Nice set of wheels. Let's see what she can do...next green light.
Marty: No thanks.
Needles: What's the matter? Chicken?
Jennifer: (grabbing Marty's hand) Marty...don't.
Marty: Grab a hold of something.
(Needles and his gang laugh hysterically. At regular intervals they rev up the engine. Marty just looks at them. The light turns green, and all we see are tires rolling and screeching. Needles speeds on ahead, while Marty spins around and his truck goes in reverse. He and Jennifer stare out the back window at Needles who continues on without stopping.)
Jennifer: Did you do that on purpose?
Marty: Yeah. You think I was stupid enough to race that asshole?
(Just then, a Rolls Royce appears, exiting a private street. Needles' truck almost hits it, and he spins around the vehicle just in time.)
Marty: Geez...I would've hit that Rolls Royce.
(As he stares, puzzled, Jennifer takes out the Cusco FAX she brought home from the future earlier and watches as the text, "YOU'RE FIRED!!!", vanishes from the page.)
Jennifer: (in an awed whisper) It erased.
(Marty and Jennifer are looking at what's left of the Delorean.)
Jennifer: You're right. There's not much left.
Marty: Doc's never comin' back. I'm sure gonna miss him, Jen.
(He picks up a torn piece of paper from the mess. It's a picture, torn in half, of Doc at the clock tower in 1885. Suddenly the rail crossing bells start ringing. Marty and Jennifer back up off the tracks and look bother directions, but no train is coming. They look at each other, puzzled.)
Marty: What the hell?
(Suddenly there is a huge "boom" and Marty and Jennifer are thrown back. They land on the grass. A shiny train, with "ELB" written on the side, appears. Out of the cab window, Doc pops his head out.)
Marty: (excited) Doc! Doc!
Doc: Marty! It runs on steam! (He opens the doors of the train and he and Clara stand in the opening.) Meet the family. Clara, you know.
Clara: Hi, Marty!
Doc: These are our boys! (Two young boys step into sight.) Jules, and Verne! Boys, this is Marty and Jennifer.
Marty: Doc, I thought I'd never see you again!
Doc: Can't keep a good scientist down. After all, I had to come back for Einstein, and I didn't want you to be worried about me. (Clara hands him something wrapped in brown paper.) Oh. I brought you a little souvenir.
(Doc stoops down from the train but doesn't get off, and gives the gift to Marty. Marty rips it open. Inside is a framed photo of him and Doc at the clock tower in 1885.)
Marty: It's great Doc. Thanks!
Jennifer: Doctor Brown? (She takes out the Cusco FAX from her pocket, holding out for Doc to see.) I brought this note back from the future and...now it's erased!
Doc: Of course it's erased!
Jennifer: But what does that mean?
Doc: It means that your future hasn't been written yet. No one's has. Your future is whatever you make it. So make it a good one. Both of you!
Marty: Firmly, waving. We will, Doc!
Doc: Stand back! (to his boys as the doors close) All right, boys, buckle up!
Marty: Hey, Doc...where ya goin' now? Back to the future?
Doc: From the cab window, he shakes his head. Nope. Already been there! (he waves at Marty and Jennifer)
(Marty and Jennifer wave back, and the time train rises into the air and suddenly gains speed and disappears. The screen blackens and we see...THE END.)