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Back to the Future Part III - Michael J Fox
1990 Sci-Fi [H264-mp4] English

[THUNDER RUMBLING]

[TIRES SCREECHING]

[SCREAMING]

Doc!

[EXCLAIMING]

[LAUGHING]

Doc! Doc! Doc!

Doc! Doc! What?

[SCREAMS]

Okay, relax, Doc. It's me.
It's me! It's Marty.

No, it can't be. I just sent
you back to the future.

Yeah. No, I know.
You did send me

back to the future,
but I'm back.

I'm back from the future.

Great Scott!

[THUNDER RUMBLING]

[DOC SNORING]

BUFFALO BOB SMITH ON TV:
Hey, kids, what time is it?

CHILDREN: Howdy Doody time!

[GASPS]

Great Scott!

CHILDREN: [SINGING]
It's Howdy Doody Time

Bob Smith and Howdy Do
Say Howdy Do to you.

Howdy Doody time?

Date. Sunday, November 13, 1955.
7:01 a.m.

Last night's
time travel experiment

was apparently
a complete success.

Lightning struck the clock
tower at precisely 10:04 p.m.

Sending the necessary 1.21
gigawatts into the time vehicle,

which vanished in a
brilliant flash of light

leaving a pair of
fire trails behind.

I, therefore, assume that
Marty and the time vehicle

were transported forward through
time into the year 1985.

After that...

[GASPS] After that, I can't
recall what happened.

In fact, I don't even
remember how I got home.

Perhaps the gigawatt 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 momentary amnesia.

Indeed, I now recall
that moments

after the time vehicle
disappeared

into the future,

[GASPS] I saw a vision
of Marty saying

he had come back
from the future.

Hey, Doc!

Undoubtedly, this was some
sort of residual image...

Doc.

[SCREAMING]

[DISSONANT ORGAN CHORD PLAYING]

Doc, calm down, okay. Just calm down.
It's me. It's Marty.

No, it can't be you! I sent
you back to the future!

That's right, Doc. That's right,

but I came back again. I
came back from the future.

Don't you remember last night?

You fainted. I brought you home.

This can't be happening!
You can't be here!

It doesn't make sense
for you to be here!

I refuse to even believe
that you are here!

Doc, I am here,
and it does make sense.

Look, I came back to
1955 again with you,

the you from 1985, 'cause we
had to get a book from Biff!

So once I got the book back,

you, that is the you from 1985,

were in the DeLorean, and
it got struck by lightning,

and you got sent back to 1885!

DOC: 1885?

It's a very interesting
story, future boy,

but there's just one little
thing that doesn't make sense.

If the me of the future
is now in the past,

how could you
possibly know about it?

You sent me a letter.

"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'm alive and well."

"I've been living happily these
past eight months in the year 1885."

"The lightning bolt
that hit the DeLorean"

"caused a gigawatt 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."

It actually flew?

Yeah, we had
a hover conversion done

in the early 21st century.

Incredible!

"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."

1885! Amazing!

I actually end up as a
blacksmith in the Old West.

Pretty heavy, huh?

"I have buried the DeLorean
in the abandoned Delgado Mine

"adjacent to the old
Boot Hill Cemetery

"as shown on the enclosed map.

"Hopefully, it should
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 that you can drive it
back to the future."

"Once you have returned to 1985,
destroy the time machine."

Destroy it?

Yeah. Well, it's
a long story, 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."

Einstein?

He's your dog, Doc. Einstein is
what you call your dog in 1985.

[SCOFFS]

"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 think on you
with fond memories,"

"warm feelings, and a
special place in my heart."

"Your friend in time,
Doc Emmett L. Brown."

"September 1st, 1885."

I never knew I could
write anything so touching.

I know. I know, Doc.
It's beautiful.

[WHIMPERING]

It's all right, Copernicus.

Everything is gonna be fine.

I'm sorry, Doc. It's all my
fault you're stuck back there.

I never should have
let Biff get to me.

There are plenty worse places
to be than the Old West.

I could have ended up
in the Dark Ages.

They probably
would have burned me

at the stake as
a heretic or something.

Let's look at the map.

All right, according to
this, the time vehicle

is sealed off in a side tunnel.

We may have to blast.

Whoa!

I think you woke up
the dead with that blast.

Take this camera. I want
to document everything!

DOC: This reminds me of the time

I attempted to reach
the centre of the Earth.

I'd been reading my favourite
author, Jules Verne.

I spent weeks preparing
that expedition.

I didn't even get this far.

Of course, I was
only 12 at the time.

You know, it was the
writings of Jules Verne

that had a profound
effect on my life.

It was when I was 11
that I first read.

Twenty Thousand
Leagues Under the Sea.

It was then that I realized

that I must devote
my life to science.

Doc, check it out. Look at this.

My initials!

Just like in Journey to
the centre of the Earth!

That means the time machine

must be right through this wall!
[SHUTTER CLICKS]

[SIGHS] It's been buried in here for
70 years, two months, and 13 days.

Astounding!

MARTY: "As you see,
the lightning bolt"

"shorted out the time
circuit control microchip."

"The attached..."

Schematic.

"Schematic diagram will allow
you to build a replacement unit"

"with 1955 components,"

"thus restoring the time machine
to perfect working order."

Unbelievable that this
little piece of junk

could be such a big problem.

No wonder this circuit failed.

It says, "Made in Japan."

What do you mean, Doc? All the
best stuff is made in Japan.

Unbelievable!

[GEARS ENGAGING]

[MOTOR WHIRRING]

You know, when I was a kid,

I always wanted to be a cowboy.

And now, knowing I'm gonna
spend my future in the past,

it sounds like a wonderful way
to spend my retirement years.

It just occurred to me, Marty,
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?

I don't know, Doc.

You're the one that's
always saying, you know,

it's not good to know too
much about your own destiny.

You're right, Marty.
I know too much already.

Better that I not
attempt to uncover

the circumstances
of my own future.

Copernicus. Come on, boy!

I'll get him, Doc. Copernicus!

Copernicus, come on.
Let's go home, boy.

What's wrong?

What's wrong,
Copernicus? Come on.

Come on, let's go home.
Come on. Come on.

[COPERNICUS WHIMPERING]

Doc! Doc! Come here!

Quick!

What's wrong, Marty? You look
like you've seen a ghost.

You're not far off, Doc.

Great Scott!

Check this out.

"Died September 7th, 1885."

That's one week after
you wrote the letter!

"Erected in eternal memory
by his beloved Clara."

Who the hell is Clara?

Marty, please don't stand there!

Oh! Right. Sorry.

I gotta get another picture.

DOC: "Shot in the back by Buford
Tannen over a matter of $80"?

What kind of a future
do you call that?

MARTY: "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."

Does it mention me?
Am I one of the 12?

Just a minute.

"However this claim
cannot be substantiated,"

"since precise records
were not kept"

"after Tannen shot
a newspaper editor"

"who printed an unfavourable
story about him in 1884."

That's why
we can't find anything.

DOC: Look.

William McFly and family.
Your relatives?

MARTY: My great-grandfather's
name was William.

That's him. Good-looking guy.

McFlys, but no Browns.

Well, maybe it was
a mistake, Doc.

Maybe that grave wasn't yours.

There could've been another
Emmett Brown back in 1885.

No. I don't know.

Did you have any
relatives here back then?

The Browns didn't come to
Hill Valley until 1908.

And then they
were the Von Brauns.

My father changed our name
during the First World War.

Doc, look.

[GASPS]

Great Scott, it's me!

Then it is true, all of it.

It is me who goes back
there and gets shot.

It's not gonna happen, Doc.

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.

The clothes fit? [AIR HISSING]

MARTY: Yeah, everything except the
boots, Doc. They're kind of tight.

I don't know. Are you sure
this stuff is authentic?

Of course. Haven't
you ever seen a Western?

Yeah, I have, Doc.

Clint Eastwood never wore
anything like this.

Clint who?

That's right. You haven't
heard of him yet.

Marty, you have
to wear the boots.

You can't wear those futuristic
things back in 1885.

You shouldn't even be
wearing them here in 1955.

All right, Doc. Look,
as soon as I get there,

I'll put them on. I promise.

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! What about that
floating device?

Hover-board. All right.

You know, Doc, it's gonna
be a hell of a long walk

back to Hill Valley from here.

It's still the safest plan.

After all, we can't risk sending
you back into a populated area

or to a spot that's
geographically unknown.

You don't want to
crash into some tree

that once existed in the past.

This was 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.

[DEVICE BEEPING]
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, 8:00 a.m.

I get shot on Monday the 7th,

so you have five 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 toward that screen,

accelerating to
88 miles an hour.

Wait a minute. Doc, if I drive
straight towards the screen,

I'm gonna crash
into those Indians.

Marty, you're not thinking
fourth-dimensionally.

You'll instantly be
transported to 1885,

and those Indians
won't even be there.

Right. Well.

Good luck for both of our sakes.

See you in the future.

You mean the past.

Exactly.

[ENGINE STARTING]

Happy trails, Marty!

[ENGINE REVVING]

Ready, Marty?

Ready!

Set!

Hi-ho, Silver.

[ENGINE REVVING]

[EXCLAIMING IN SPANISH]

[ENGINE ACCELERATING]

[ALL WHOOPING]

Indians!

[SCREAMS]

The cave!

[FAINT RUMBLING]

MAN: Charge!

[BUGLE BLOWING]

Shit! The cavalry!

[ALL SHOUTING]

[SIGHS]

[SIGHS IN RELIEF]

[LIQUID TRICKLING]

[SNIFFING]

Damn, I ripped the fuel line.

[BEAR GROWLING]

[EXCLAIMS]

[SCREAMING]

[GROWLING]

[SCREAMS]

[GRUNTING]

[GROANS]

[IN IRISH ACCENT] Maggie! Fetch some water!
We got a hurt man here.

[GASPS]

Mom! Mom, is that you?

[IN IRISH ACCENT]
There, there now.

You've been asleep for
nearly six hours now.

I had this horrible nightmare.

I dreamed... I dreamed
I was in a Western.

I was being chased by all
these Indians and a bear.

Well, you're safe and sound

here now at the McFly farm.

McFly farm?

[EXCLAIMS]

[PANTING] Well, you're my...
You're my, my...

Who are you?

The name is McFly. Maggie McFly.

McFly. Maggie?

And that's Mrs. McFly, and don't
you be forgetting the Mrs.

And what might
your name be, sir?

Well, it's...

Eastwood.

Clint Eastwood.

Well, you hit your head,
Mr. Eastwood.

Not too serious,
but lucky for you,

Seamus found you when he did.

Seamus.

Me husband.

[BABY COOING]

You'll be excusing me, Mr.
Eastwood, while I tend to William.

William.

[WILLIAM CRYING] MAGGIE: Oh,
that's okay, Will. It's okay.

That's William? Aye.

William Sean McFly, the first of
our family to be born in America.

It's okay, Will.

This here is Mr. Clint
Eastwood here visiting.

He surely likes you,
Mr. Eastwood.

Maggie.

I've got supper.

SEAMUS: I'm not one to pry
into a man's personal affairs,

but exactly how is it that
you came to be way out here

without a horse,
or boots, or a hat?

Well, my car...

Horse broke down,
and a bear ate my boots,

and I guess
I just forgot my hat.

How could you forget
a thing like your hat?

Would you like some water?

Yeah.

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 rail road tracks.

You can follow them
straight on into town.

I'll even give you a hat.

[SIGHS IN DISGUST]

That's great. Thanks.

[WILLIAM CRYING]

SEAMUS: Ah...

That's my William.

[COOING]

Oh.

Yes.

I think you'll find
the barn comfortable.

Never had any complaints
about it from the pigs.

Mmm. MAGGIE: Seamus!

A word with you.

Aye.

Will you hold him for a minute?

[WILLIAM CRYING]

Are you sure you're not after
bringing a curse on this house

taking him in like that? [SIGHS]

He's such a strange young man.

Aye. But I've just got a
feeling about him, Maggie,

that looking after him
is the right thing to do.

That it's important.

MARTY: Hey, buddy.

Look how the baby takes to him.

Little Will never
takes to strangers.

It's almost as if
he's connected to us.

Hey, Will.

So you're my great-grandfather.

The first McFly born in America.

[URINATING]

And you peed on me.

[GRUNTING]

[PANTING]

[WHISTLES]

[HORSE NEIGHING]

[CHICKEN CLUCKING]

Give us some soap.

Here you go.

[DONKEY BRAYING]

[HAMMERING]

[WHIP CRACKING]

[URGING HORSE]

[EXCLAIMS]

Take a look and see what
just breezed in the door.

Why, I didn't know
the circus was in town.

Must have got that shirt
off a dead Chinese.

[MEN LAUGHING]

What will it be, stranger?

I'll have ice water.

Ice water? [MEN LAUGHING]

Water?

You want water, you
better go dunk your head

in the horse trough out there.
[MEN LAUGHING]

In here, we pour whiskey.

Excuse me.

For what?

I'm trying to
find the blacksmith.

BUFORD: Hey, McFly!

Thought I done told
you never to come in...

You ain't Seamus McFly.

You look like him, though,

especially with
that dog-ugly hat.

[THUGS LAUGHING]

You kin to that hay barber?

What's your name, dude?

Marty...

Eastwood.

Clint Eastwood.

[LAUGHING]

What kind of
stupid name is that?

I'd say he's the
runt of the litter.

Hey, now, boys, would you take a
look-see at these pearly whites?

Hell, I ain't seen
teeth look that straight

that weren't store-bought.

Take a gander at them moccasins.

What kind of skins is them?

What's that writing mean?

"Nike"? What is that?

Some sort of Injun
talk or something?

[ALL LAUGHING]

Bartender, I'm looking for that
no-good, cheating blacksmith.

You seen him?

No, sir, Mr. Tannen. I have not.

Tannen.

You're "Mad Dog" Tannen.

"Mad Dog"?

I hate that name.

I hate it, you hear?

Nobody calls me "Mad Dog"!

Especially not some duded-up,
egg-sucking gutter trash.

[EXCLAIMS]

Dance! [EXCLAIMS]

Come on!

[THUGS LAUGHING]

Come on, runt! You can
dance better than that!

[LAUGHTER STOPS]

[MUTTERING RHYTHMICALLY]

Shit.

Whoo!

[EXCLAIMS IN DISGUST]

[CLICKING]

[GASPS]

You better run, squirrel.

Get him!

[EXCLAIMS]

[WHINNYING]

Whoa!

[EXCLAIMING]

[THUG LAUGHING]

[GROANS]

[SCREAMS]

[THUGS WHOOPING]

[GUNSHOTS]

[THUGS WHOOPING]

[SCREAMING]

[GUNSHOTS] [HORSE WHINNYING]

[THUGS LAUGHING]

We got ourselves
a new courthouse.

High time we had a hanging!

[THUGS CHEERING]

[BUFORD EXCLAIMS]

[THUGS LAUGHING]

[THUGS SHOUTING]

[GRUNTING]

[THUGS WHOOPING]

THUG: Look at him swing.

[THUGS LAUGHING]

BUFORD: Yeah, haven't had
a hanging in a long time!

It'll shoot the fleas off a dog's
back at 500 yards, Tannen,

and it's pointed
straight at your head!

You owe me money, blacksmith.

How do you figure?

My horse threw a shoe.

And seeing as you was the
one that done the shoeing,

I say that makes
you responsible.

Well, since you never paid me for
the job, I say that makes us even.

Wrong! See I was on my horse

when it threw the shoe,
and I got throwed off!

And that caused me
to bust a perfectly

good bottle of
fine Kentucky red eye.

So the way
I figure it, blacksmith,

you owe me $5 for the whiskey

and $75 for the horse!

That's the $80.

Look, if your horse
threw a shoe,

bring him back,
and I'll reshoe him.

I done shot that horse!

Well, that's your problem,
Tannen.

Wrong. That's yours.

So from now on, you better be
looking behind you when you walk.

Because one day you're gonna
get a bullet in your back.

[ALL URGING HORSES]

Doc!

Marty, I gave you explicit
instructions not to come here

but to go directly back to 1985.

I know, Doc, but I had to come.

But it's good to see you, Marty.

Marty, you're gonna have to do
something about those clothes.

You walk around town
dressed like that,

you're liable to get shot.

Or hanged.

What idiot dressed you
in that outfit?

You did.

DOC: "Shot in the back
by Buford Tannen"

"over a matter of $80,

"September 7"?

That's this Monday!

Now I wish I'd paid him off.

And who's this beloved Clara?

I don't know anyone named Clara.

I don't know, Doc.

I thought maybe she was
a girlfriend of yours.

Marty, my involvement in such a
social relationship here in 1885

could result in a disruption
of the space-time continuum.

As a scientist, I can
never take that risk.

[STEAM HISSING]

Certainly not after what
we've already been through.

HUBERT: Emmett!

Hello, Emmett.

DOC: Hubert.

It's the mayor.

Excuse me, Emmett.

Do you remember last week at the
town meeting when you volunteered

to meet the new schoolteacher

at the station when she came in?

Oh, yes, quite so.

Well, we just got word
she's coming in tomorrow.

Here are the details for you.

Thanks for all your help.

Any time, Hubert.

Oh! Her name's Miss Clayton.
Clara Clayton.

Well, Doc, now we
know who Clara is.

Marty, it's impossible.

The idea that I could fall in love
at first sight is romantic nonsense.

[LAUGHS]

There's no scientific
rationale for that concept.

Aw, come on, Doc.
It's not science.

You meet the right girl, it just hits you.
It's like lightning.

Marty, please don't say that.

That's the way it was
for me and Jennifer.

I mean, we couldn't keep
our eyes off each other.

God, Jennifer, damn. I
hope she's all right, Doc.

I can't believe we just left
her there on the porch.

Don't worry, Marty.
She'll be fine.

When you burned
the almanac in 1955,

the normal time line
was restored.

That means once
we're back in 1985,

you just have to go over to
her house to wake her up.

[WHISTLE BLOWING]

Oh, Marty, turn that
valve over there

all the way to the right.

Yeah, pull it
all the way around.

Okay. Let's go!

Iced tea?

No, thanks.

It's a refrigerator.

Well, I guess Miss Clayton

will have to find
other transportation.

If I never meet the woman,

there's no possibility of a
romantic infatuation, right?

You're the doc, Doc. All right.

We'll get the DeLorean and get
ourselves back to the future.

Oh, listen, Doc, I tore a hole

in the gas tank
when I was landing,

so we're gonna have to patch
it up and get some gas.

You mean we're out of gas?

Yeah, it's no big deal.

We've got Mr. Fusion, right?

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 gonna be
a gas station around here

until sometime in
the next century.

Without gasoline,

we can't get the DeLorean
up to 88 miles per hour.

So what do we do?

[DOC AND MARTY URGING HORSES]

[URGING HORSES]

Twenty-four!

It's no use, Marty!

Even the fastest
horse in the world

won't run more than 35,
40 miles an hour!

[DOC URGING HORSES]

MARTY: Bartender said that's
the strongest stuff they got.

Try it, Marty.

[ENGINE TURNING]

[ENGINE SPUTTERING]

Give it more gas!

[ENGINE STOPS]

Damn!

[BOTH SIGH]

It blew the fuel
injection manifold.

Strong stuff, all right.

It will take me a month
to rebuild it.

A month?

Doc, you're gonna
get shot on Monday!

I know! I know!
I know! I wish...

Wait. I've got it! We can simply
roll it down a steep hill!

Oh! We'd never find
a smooth enough surface.

Unless...

Of course! Ice!

We'll wait until winter
when the lake freezes over.

Winter? Doc, what are
you talking about?

Monday! It's three days away!

All right, all right, all right.

Just let's think this
thing through logically.

We know it won't run
under its own power.

We know we can't pull it.

But if we could figure out a way

to push it up to
88 miles an hour.

[TRAIN WHISTLE BLOWING] Huh?

[BELL CLANGING]

[STEAM HISSING]

[BRAKES SCREECHING]

That's it.

How fast can she go? Why,
I've had her up to 55 myself.

I heard that
Fearless Frank Fargo

got one of these up to near 70

out past Verde Junction.

Do you think it's possible
to get it up to 90?

[SCOFFS] Ninety?

Tarnation, son, who'd ever
need to be in such a hurry?

It's just a little bet he
and I have, that's all.

Theoretically speaking,
could it be done?

Well, I suppose,
if you had a straight

stretch of track
with a level grade,

and you weren't hauling
no cars behind you,

and if you could get
the fire hot enough.

And I'm talking about hotter than the
blazes of hell and damnation itself.

Then yes, sir, it might be
possible to get her up that fast.

Tell me, when does the next
train come through here?

Monday morning at 8:00.

Here. This spur that
runs off the main line

three miles out
to Clayton Ravine.

It's a long stretch
of level 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.

That must be the old Indian name for it.
It's perfect.

A nice long run
that goes clear across

the bridge over the ravine,

you know, over near that
Hilldale housing development.

Right, Doc, but according to
this map, there is no bridge.

Well, Doc,
we can scratch that idea.

I mean, we can't
wait a year and a half

for this thing to get finished.

Marty, it's perfect.

You're just not thinking
fourth-dimensionally.

Right. Right. I have a
real problem with that.

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 an 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.

What about the locomotive?

It will be a spectacular wreck.

Too bad no one will
be around to see it.

[CLARA SCREAMING]

Help me! Help!

Great Scott!

[HORSES NEIGHING]

[BOTH URGING HORSES]

[URGING HORSE]

Hurry!

Jump! [EXCLAIMS]

DOC: Whoa.

Whoa.

Oh...

Thank you, sir. You saved my...

life.

Emmett Brown at
your service, Miss...

[STAMMERING]

Clayton.

Clara Clayton.

Clara!

What a beautiful name.

May I help you
inside with these?

Oh, no, that won't be necessary.
I can take care of it.

You've done more
than enough already.

But it's really no trouble.

Doc, she says it's fine,
and we got to get going.

Ma'am, good luck with your
school teaching and everything.

Clara, I'll straighten
everything out

with Mr. Statler for
the buckboard rental.

Don't worry about that.

I feel somewhat responsible
for what happened.

Oh.

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.

You're quite welcome.

I will see you again, won't I?

Of course.
You'll see lots of me.

I'm sure. I have a shop in town.

I'm the local scientist,
[STAMMERING] blacksmith.

Science? What sort of science?

Astronomy? Chemistry?

Actually, I'm a student
of all sciences.

Hey, Doc, we got to get going.

Oh, yes. Well, excuse us, Clara.

We have to get going.

Toodle-oo.

What do you mean, you're gonna
be seeing lots of her, Doc?

Well, I might see her
again just in passing.

Come on, Doc. Did you see the
way she was looking at you?

[CHUCKLES]

She did have
quite a scare, right?

After all, Miss Clayton
almost ended up

at the bottom of Clayton Ravine.

Clayton Ravine.

Holy shit. Hey, Doc, Clayton
Ravine was named after a teacher.

They say she fell in
there 100 years ago.

100 years ago! That's this year!

Every kid in school
knows that story,

'cause we all have teachers

we'd like to see
fall into the ravine.

Great Scott!

Then she was supposed to
go over in that wagon.

Now I may have
seriously altered history.

Look, Doc, what's the worst
that can 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.

I wish I'd never invented
that infernal time machine.

It's caused
nothing but disaster.

Doc, Doc, this is Marty.

Do you read me? Over.

Check, Marty.

Great, Doc.
These things still work.

All right, Marty.

Once more, let's go over
the entire plan and layout.

I apologize for the crudity
of this model, but I just...

Yeah, I know, Doc. It's not to scale.
It's okay, Doc.

All right.
Tomorrow night, Sunday,

we'll load the DeLorean onto
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

three miles out to 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 switch track,
and then we'll hijack...

Borrow the locomotive and use
it to push the time machine.

According to my calculations,

we'll reach 88 miles per hour

just before we hit
the edge of the ravine,

at which point we'll be instantaneously
transported back to 1985

and coast safely across
the completed bridge.

What does this mean?
"Point of no return."

That's our fail-safe point.

Up until there, we have
still have enough time

to stop the locomotive before
it plunges into the ravine.

But once we pass this windmill,

it's the future or bust.

Here you go, Marty. Connect
that to the positive terminal.

All right, Marty, you all set?

Yeah. Yeah. Go!

[BELL DINGING] DOC: Train
pulling out of the station!

Coming up to the switch track!

Stop at the switch track!

Throw the switch!

Pull up to the DeLorean!

Pushing the DeLorean
up to 88 miles per hour!

[WHISTLE BLOWING]

It couldn't be simpler.
[DOOR OPENS]

CLARA: Emmett?

It's Clara.

Quick, cover the DeLorean!

Hello.

Why, hello.

This is quite a surprise.

Well, I hope I'm not
disturbing anything.

Oh, no, no, we were just doing
a little model rail-roading.

Oh.

Emmett, when my bags were
thrown from the wagon,

my telescope was damaged.

And since you mentioned
an interest in science,

I thought you might be
able to repair it for me.

I would pay you, of course.

Oh, no, no, no. I wouldn't think
of charging you for this.

Well, let's have a look at it.

CLARA: I think a 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 then...

Everything becomes...

clear.

[CLEARS THROAT]

I could repair it right away
and have it for you tonight.

Oh, tonight is
the town festival.

I wouldn't dream of having
you work on my telescope

during such
an important occasion.

You are planning on
attending, aren't you?

Well, actually,
ma'am, I don't think...

Yes, of course, the festival.

Well, in that case,

I'll see you this evening
at the festival, Emmett.

Mr. Eastwood. Ma'am.

Thank you for taking
care of my telescope.

You're quite welcome.

It's a nice telescope.

Ladies and gentlemen,

as mayor of Hill Valley,
it gives me great pleasure

to dedicate this clock to
the people of Hill County!

[CROWD CHEERING]

May it stand for all time!

Tell me when, gentlemen.

[DRUMROLL PLAYING]

ALL: Three! Two! One!

Now!

[BAND PLAYING UPLIFTING MUSIC]

Let the festivities begin!

You know, Marty,
in a way, it's fitting

that you and I are
here to witness this.

It's too bad I didn't
bring my camera.

Ready, gentlemen?

The only problem is we'll never
be able to show it to anybody.

Smile, Doc.

MAN: Yee-ha!

[UP-TEMPO COUNTRY MUSIC PLAYING]

[PEOPLE WHOOPING]

What great music!

Yeah, it's got a beat,
and you can dance to it.

Step right up gentlemen

and test your mettle
with the latest products

from Colonel Samuel Colt's Patent
Firearms Manufacturing Company

of Hartford, Connecticut.

[INAUDIBLE] Now, take
this model, for example.

The new, improved and
refined Colt Peacemaker

selling to you tonight for
the low, low price of $12.

Good evening. Evening.

You look very nice.

Thank you.

Would you like...

Would you care to...

I'd love to.

Young man, how about you?
You want to give it a try?

No, no. No, thanks.
Hey, Doc, this...

Son!

Sonny boy!

The Doc can dance?

Son. Son. Son!

Hey, I just told you that even a
baby could handle this weapon.

Surely you're not afraid to try
something that a baby could do.

Hey, I'm not afraid of nothing.

Come on, then. Let's just
step up here like a man.

Now, then what you do is you
just ease that hammer back there

and squeeze off a round.

No, no, no!

Right on out there
and be real smooth.

That's the way you do it.

[LAUGHING]

Listen, can I try that again?

Yeah, go ahead.

Hey, just tell me one thing.

Where did you learn
to shoot like that?

7-Eleven.

Buford, you sure that blacksmith

is gonna be at
this here shindig?

Sure he's here.
Everybody's here tonight.

You gentlemen will have
to check your firearms

if you want to join in
on the festivities.

[THUGS LAUGHING]

Who's gonna make us,
tenderfoot? You?

[GUN COCKING] STRICKLAND: I am.

BUFORD: Marshal Strickland. I
didn't know you was back in town.

If you can't
read the sign, Tannen,

I presume you can read this.

Pretty tough hombre
when you're pointing

a scatter gun at a man's back.

Just like you, Tannen, I take
every advantage I can get.

Now you gonna check your iron?

I was just joking
with your deputy.

Of course,
I'm gonna check my iron.

We all were. Weren't we, boys?

THUG: Yeah, right.

DEPUTY: Tannen.

Your knife, too.

Smile, Marshal. After
all, this is a party.

Only party I'll be smiling at

is the one that sees you
at the end of a rope.

Have fun!

See, that's how
you handle them, Son.

Never give them an inch

and maintain discipline
at all times.

Remember that word, discipline.

I will, Pa.

MAN: [SINGING] Swing that
partner With a right big swing.

Over to the side
It's the same old thing.

Thank you very much.

Why, Mr. Eastwood,
nice to see you.

I see you got yourself some respectable
clothes, lad, and a fine hat.

Yeah, well, a couple people

didn't like the way the
other one looked on me.

Sure, and that one
suits you, Mr. Eastwood.

It's very becoming. Oh, thanks.

Hey, "Frisbie." Far out.

What was the meaning of that?

It was right in front of him.
Aye.

MAN: [SINGING] Swing that
partner halfway round.

Sashay back to
the head of the set.

All the way up to
the head of the set.

Now, bow to the partner
You're through

[CROWD CHEERING]

Hey, that's mine! Not anymore.

Give me that.

There he is, Buford.

Where? There.

Dancing with that
piece of calico.

THUG: What are you
gonna do, boss?

I figure if I bury this muzzle

deep enough in his back,
nobody will hear the shot.

Careful, Buford. You ain't got
but one bullet with that.

I only need one.

[SLOW COUNTRY MUSIC PLAYING]

I told you to watch
your back, smithy.

Tannen, you're early.

It's a Derringer, smithy.
Small but effective.

The last time I used it, fellow
took two whole days to die.

Bled to death inside.

It was real, real painful.
[THUGS LAUGHING]

That means you'll be dead by
about supper time Monday.

Excuse me. I don't know who you
think you are, but we're dancing.

Well, look at what we have here.

Ain't you gonna introduce
me to the lady?

I'd like a dance.

I wouldn't give
you the pleasure.

You'll just have to
go ahead and shoot.

All right.

No, no. Emmett,
I'll dance with him.

Boys, keep the
blacksmith company

while I get acquainted
with the filly!

[EXCLAIMING]

[LAUGHING]

I don't dance very well when my
partner has a gun in his hand.

You'll learn. You'll learn.

You know, smithy, maybe I'll just
take my $80 worth out of her!

Tannen, leave her alone!

[THUGS LAUGHING]

[LAUGHING] Whoo!

Yeah, I bet there's something
you can do that's worth $80.

I believe you've
underestimated me, mister.

Have I?

[GROANS]

Ow!

[DOC GRUNTING]

Stop it! Damn you, Tannen!

No, I damn you!

I damn you to hell!

[SIGHS]

You.

Hey, lighten up, jerk!

Mighty strong words, runt!

You man enough to back them up

with more than just a pie plate?

Look, just leave
my friends alone.

What's wrong, dude? You yellow?

[LAUGHING]

That's what I thought.
A yellow belly.

Nobody calls me yellow.

Then let's finish it right now.

Not now, Buford.
Marshal's got our guns.

Like I said,
we'll finish this tomorrow!

Tomorrow we're robbing
the Pine City stage.

What about Monday?
We doing anything Monday?

No, Monday would be fine.
You can kill him on Monday.

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.

Yeah, right. When?

High noon? Noon?

I do my killing
before breakfast. 7:00!

8:00. I do my killing
after breakfast.

DOC: [WHISPERS] Marty!

[MOUTHING]

[CRYING]

[GUN COCKING]

STRICKLAND: All right, now.
Break it up.

What's all this about?

You causing
trouble here, Tannen?

No trouble, Marshal.

Just a little personal matter
between me and Eastwood.

This don't concern the law.

Tonight, everything concerns the law.
Now break it up.

Any brawling, it's 15
days in the county jail.

All right, folks.
Come on, this is a party.

Come on! Let's have some fun!

[CROWD CHEERING]

[UP-TEMPO COUNTRY MUSIC PLAYING]

8:00 Monday, runt.

If you ain't here,

I'll hunt you and shoot
you down like a duck.

It's "dog," Buford. Shoot
him down like a dog.

Let's go, boys! Let these
sissies have their party!

Marty, what are you doing,

saying you're gonna meet Tannen?

Hey, Doc, Doc,
don't worry about it.

Monday morning 8:00 a.m.

We're gonna be gone, right?

Theoretically, yes, but
what if the trains late?

Late? We'll discuss this later.

No, we'll discuss it now.
Late? What do you mean?

Thank you for your gallantry, Mr.
Eastwood.

Hey, ma'am.

Had you not interceded,
Emmett might have been shot.

Marty... Clint, I'm
gonna take Clara home.

Right. Good night, Doc.
Good night, Clara.

You sure set him straight,
Mr. Eastwood.

I'm glad somebody
finally got the gumption

to stand up to
that son of a bitch.

You're all right in
my book, Mr. Eastwood.

I'd like to buy you a drink.

Hey, listen,
I don't want a drink.

You don't have to buy me anything.
Young man. Young man.

It was no big deal. I'd like for
you to have this brand-new.

Colt Peacemaker and gun
belt free of charge.

Free?

I want everybody to know

that the gun that shot Buford
Tannen was a Colt Peacemaker!

Hey, no problem. Thanks a lot.

Of course you understand

that if you lose,
I'm taking it back.

Thanks again.

You had him, Mr. Eastwood.

You could have just walked away,

and nobody would have thought
the less of you for it.

All it would have been was
words, hot air from a buffoon.

Instead, you let him rile you.

Rile you into playing his
game, his way, by his rules.

Seamus, relax.
I know what I'm doing.

He reminds me of poor Martin.

Aye.

Who? Me brother.

Wait a minute. Wait a minute.

You have a brother
named Martin McFly?

Had a brother.

Martin used to let men
provoke him into fighting.

He was concerned that 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.

Sure, and I hope you're considering
the future, Mr. Eastwood.

I think about it all the time.

CLARA: And that crater
in the middle north west,

the one that's out there all
by itself like a starburst...

DOC: Uh-huh.

That one's called Copernicus.

Listen to me. I feel like
I'm teaching school.

[LAUGHING]

Please, continue the lesson.

I never found lunar
geography so fascinating.

You're quite knowledgeable.

When I was 11, I had diphtheria.

I was quarantined
for three months.

So my father
brought this telescope,

and he put it next to my bed

so I could see everything
out the window.

[SIGHS]

Emmett, do you think we'll ever
be able to travel to the moon

the way we travel across
the country on trains?

Definitely. Although not for
84 years and not on trains.

We'll have space vehicles,
capsules sent aloft with rockets.

Devices that
create giant explosions.

Explosions so powerful
that they just...

That they break the pull
of the Earth's gravity

and send the projectile
through outer space.

Emmett, I read that book, too!

You're quoting Jules Verne.

From the Earth to the Moon.

You've read Jules Verne?

I adore Jules Verne.

So do I.

Twenty Thousand Leagues Under the Sea.
My absolute favourite.

The first time I read that
when I was a little boy,

why, I wanted to
meet Captain Nemo.

Don't tease, Emmett.

You couldn't have read
that when you were a boy.

It was only first
published 10 years ago.

Oh, yes. Well, I meant it
made me feel like a boy.

I never met a woman who
liked Jules Verne before.

I never ever met a man
like you before.

[CUCKOOING]

[BELL RINGS]

[HEN CLUCKING]

[BELL RINGS]

[SIZZLING]

[ROOSTER CROWING]

[MARTY GROANING]

Doc?

Hope you know what you're doing.

You talking to me?

You talking to me, Tannen?

Well, I'm the only one here.

Go ahead, make my day.

Say good morning, Mr. Eastwood.

Morning.

Have a cigar, Mr. Eastwood.

Anything I can do for you today, Mr.
Eastwood?

No, that's fine.

Good luck tomorrow,
Mr. Eastwood.

We'll be praying for you.

Thanks.

Good morning, Mr. Eastwood.

Interest you in a new
suit for tomorrow?

I'm fine. Thanks.

[SNIFFING]

Doc, what are you doing?

Oh, nothing.

I was just out
enjoying the morning air.

It's really lovely here in the morning.
Don't you think?

Yeah, it's lovely, Doc.

So listen, we've got
to load the DeLorean up

and get ready
to roll, all right?

Hey, look at that,
the tombstone.

Marty, let me see
that photograph again.

[GASPS] My name, it's vanished.

Hey, that's great, Doc.
Don't you get it?

We're going back to
the future tomorrow,

so every thing's being erased.

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.

Right. So?

Excuse me, Mr. Eastwood.

I just need to take
your measurements.

Oh, look, pal, I don't
want to buy a suit.

[CHUCKLES]

No, this is for your coffin.

My coffin?

Well, the odds are running
two to one against you.

Might as well be prepared.

So it may not be my name that's
supposed to end up on this tombstone.

It may be yours.

Great Scott.

I know. This is heavy.

Marty, why are you
wearing that gun?

You're not considering going
up against Tannen tomorrow?

Doc, tomorrow morning I'm going
back to the future with you.

But if Buford Tannen comes
looking for trouble,

I'm gonna be ready for him.

You heard what that son of a
bitch called me last night.

Marty, you can't go
losing your judgement

every time someone
calls you a name.

That's exactly what causes you

to get into that accident
in the future.

What? What about my future?

I can't tell you. It
might make things worse.

Wait a minute. Doc, what
is wrong with my future?

Marty, we all have
to make decisions

that affect
the course of our lives.

You've got to do
what you've got to do,

and I've got to do
what I've got to do.

Marty. Yeah.

I've made a decision. Uh-huh.

I'm not going with you tomorrow.

[CHUCKLES]

I'm staying here.

What are you talking about, Doc?

There's no point in denying it.

I'm in love with Clara.

Oh, man.

Doc, we don't belong here.
Neither one of us.

You know, it could still be
you that gets shot tomorrow.

This tombstone could
still be in your future.

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.

[SIGHS]

Doc, you're a scientist.

So you tell me. What's the
right thing to do up here?

You're right, Marty.

[SIGHS]

Wow, that worked great.

I've at least got
to tell her goodbye.

Come on, Doc. Think about it.

What are you gonna say to her?

"I've got to go
back to the future?"

I mean, she's not gonna
understand that, Doc.

Hell, I'm in it with you,

and I don't even understand it.

Doc, listen.

Maybe we...

I don't know, maybe we can
just take Clara with us.

To the future?

As you reminded me,
Marty, I'm a scientist,

so I must be
scientific about this.

I cautioned you about
disrupting the continuum

for your own personal benefit.

Therefore, I must do no less.

We shall 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.

[KNOCKING ON DOOR]

It's Emmett, Clara.

Emmett, won't you come in?

No, I better not. I...

What's wrong?

I've come to say goodbye.

Goodbye? Well,
where are you going?

I'm going away.

And well, I'm afraid
I'll never see you again.

Emmett!

Clara, I want you to know
that I care about you deeply.

But I've realized that
I don't belong here,

and I have to go back
where I came from.

And where might that be?

I can't tell you.

Well, wherever you're
going, take me with you.

I can't, Clara.

I wish it didn't
have to be this way,

but just believe me
when I tell you

that I'll never forget you
and that I love you.

I don't understand what
you're trying to say.

Clara, I don't think there's any
way that you can understand it.

Please, Emmett.
Please, I have to know.

If you sincerely do love me,

then tell me the truth.

All right then.

I'm from the future.

I came here in a time
machine that I invented,

and tomorrow I have to go
back to the year 1985.

[SIGHS]

Yes, Emmett.

I do understand.

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.

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
have been respectful!

But that's not the truth.

[CLARA SOBBING]

[HONKY-TONK PIANO MUSIC PLAYING]

[PEOPLE CHATTERING]

MAN: Good to see you, too.

Emmett. What can I get you?
The usual?

No, Chester, I'm
gonna need something

a lot stronger
than that tonight.

Sarsaparilla.

Whiskey, Chester.

Whiskey? Emmett, are you sure?

You know what happened to
you on the Fourth of July.

Whiskey.

Okay, I ain't your papa.

Just don't want to see
you do the wrong thing.

You can leave the bottle.

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.

All I can tell you, friend,
is you'll get over her.

Oh... Clara was
one in a million.

One in a billion.
One in a googolplex.

The woman of my dreams, and
I've lost her for all time.

I can assure you, sir,
there are other women.

Why, peddling this barbed
wire all across the country

has taught me
one thing for certain,

is that you never know what
the future might bring.

The future. Oh, I can tell
you about the future.

[HORSE NEIGHING]

[GROANS]

Oh, man, did I sleep.

[GROANS]

What time is it, Doc?

Doc?

BUFORD: Wake up! [GROANS]

Get up! Let's go!

I got me a runt to kill.

It's still early, boss.
What's your hurry?

I'm hungry.

And in the future,
we don't need horses.

We have motorized carriages
called automobiles.

[LAUGHS]

If everybody's got one
of these auto whatsits,

does anybody walk
or run anymore?

Of course we run, but for
recreation, for fun.

Run for fun? What the
hell kind of fun is that?

[MEN LAUGHING]

Doc! Doc!

How much has he had?

None. That's the first one,

and he hasn't touched it yet.

He just likes to hold it.

[MAN LAUGHING]

Doc! Doc! What are you doing?

I've lost her, Marty. There's
nothing left for me here.

All right, that's why you
gotta come back with me.

Where?

Back to the future!

Right! Let's get going!

Great.

Gentlemen, excuse me, but my friend
and I have to catch a train.

[LAUGHING] Here's to you,
blacksmith.

And to the future.

Amen.

Amen. Emmett, no!

Doc! Doc! Doc!

Come on, Doc.
Wake up. Wake up, Doc!

How many did he have?

Just the one.

Just the one? Come on, Doc.

There's a fellow that
can't hold his liquor.

Get me some coffee. Black!

Joey, coffee!

[CLOCK BELL TOLLING]

[BUFORD URGING HORSE]

Ma'am?

How far does the 8:00 train go?

San Francisco is
the end of the line.

I'll take a one-way ticket.

You want to sober him
up in a hurry, son,

you're gonna have to use something
a lot stronger than coffee.

Yeah, what do you suggest?

Joey, let's make
some wake-up juice.

Come on, Doc, swallow.
Here we go.

In about 10 minutes,

he's gonna be as sober
as a priest on Sunday.

Ten minutes!

Why do we have to cut these
things so damn close?

Here, stick this
clothespin on his nose.

When he opens up his mouth,

go ahead and pour it
on down his gullet.

Oh, and stand back.

[SCREAMING]

He's still out!

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.

Perfect.

[BELL CLANGING]

MARTY: Come on, Doc.
Come on, wake up, buddy.

Wake up, Doc! Come on. Come on.

Seamus, wouldn't expect to
see you here this morning.

Aye. Something inside me
told me I should be here

as if my future had
something to do with it.

He'll come around
in a minute. Come on.

Come on, Doc. Let's go, Doc!

Let's wake up now, buddy.
Come on.

Are you in there, Eastwood?

It's 8:00,
and I'm calling you out.

It's not 8:00 yet!

It is by my watch!

Let's settle this
once and for all, runt!

Or ain't you got the gumption?

Listen.

I'm not really feeling
up to this today.

So I'm gonna have to forfeit.

Forfeit?

What's that mean?

It means that you win
without a fight.

Without shooting?
He can't do that.

Hey, you can't do that!

You know what I think?

I think you ain't nothing
but a gutless, yellow turd!

And I'm giving you
to the count of 10

to come out here
and prove I'm wrong!

One!

Doc, come on, sober up, buddy.
Let's go. Come on.

Two!

MAN: You better get
out there, son.

I got $20 gold bet on you,
so don't let me down.

Three!

I got $30 gold bet against
you, so don't let me down.

Four!

You better face up to it, son,

because if you
don't go out there...

What? Five!

What if I don't go out there?

You're a coward.

Six!

And you'll be branded a coward
for the rest of your days!

Everybody everywhere
will say Clint Eastwood

is the biggest yellow
belly in the West!

Seven!

Here!

BUFORD: Eight!

I already got a gun.

BUFORD: Nine!

Ten!

Do you hear me, runt?

I said that's 10, you
gutless, yellow pie-slinger!

He's an asshole!

I don't care what Tannen says!

And I don't care what
anybody else says either.

Doc! Doc, you okay?

I think so.

[GROANS]

What a headache!

Listen, you got a back
door to this place?

Yeah, it's in the back.

Let's go, Doc.

Are you coming out here, or do
I have to come in after you?

The thing I really
miss here is Tylenol.

Hey!

[GROANING]

[GUNS FIRING]

Reach, blacksmith!

[TRAIN WHISTLE BLOWING]

[BELL CLANGING]

MAN: Yes, sir, that
poor fellow last night

had the worst case of broken
heart I have ever seen.

When he said 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.

BUFORD: Listen up, Eastwood!

I aim to shoot somebody today,

and I prefer it'd be you.

But if you're
just too damn yellow,

I guess it'll just have to
be your blacksmith friend.

Forget about me, Marty,
and save yourself!

You got one minute to decide.

You hear me, runt? One minute!

I've never seen a man so
broken up over a woman.

What did he say her name was?
Cara? Sara?

Clara. Clara.

[GASPS]

Excuse me. Ma'am?

But was this man tall with great
big, brown puppy-dog eyes

and long silvery, flowing hair?

You know him.

[SIGHS]

Emmett!

[BRAKES SCREECHING]

[ALL EXCLAIMING]

Time's up, runt!

[CLOCK BELL TOLLING]

Prepare to meet
your maker, blacksmith.

Right here, Tannen!

Draw!

No!

I thought we could
settle this like men.

You thought wrong, dude.

[CROWD GASPING]

[LAUGHING]

Thank you.

[GASPS]

[SCREAMING]

[YELLING]

[YELLS]

[CROWD LAUGHING]

[LAUGHS]

That was good.

You know what I think? No.

I think Buford's going to jail.

Yeah.

[GROANS]

Get him out of that shit.

Get them!

Buford Tannen,
you're under arrest

for robbing the Pine City stage.

You got anything to say?

I hate manure.

Look!

Yes!

[TRAIN WHISTLE BLOWING]

The train!

Can we make it?

We'll have to cut them
off at Coyote Pass.

Hey! Hey, mister. Mr. Eastwood.

Here's your gun, mister.

Thanks, kid.

Seamus!

It's worth $12. Never been used.

Maybe I'll trade it
for a new hat.

Right, and take
care of that baby!

I will!

Emmett!

[PANTING]

"Time machine."

[URGING HORSE]

[GRUNTING]

Come on, Marty!

[URGING HORSE]

Go, Doc.

Come on. Give me your hand!

[BOTH GRUNTING]

[GRUNTS]

Come on, Marty.

[SCREAMING]

Come on. Let's go!

Masks on.

[GUN COCKING]

Reach!

Is this a holdup?

It's a science experiment.

Stop the train just before you
hit the switch track up ahead.

[BRAKES SCREECHING]

Doc!

Uncouple the cars
from the tender!

[WHISTLE BLOWING]

I've wanted to do that all my life.
[LAUGHING]

[BRAKES SCREECHING]

What are these things, anyway?

My own version of Pres-to-Logs.

Compressed wood
with anthracite dust

chemically treated to
burn hotter and longer.

I use them in my forge
so I don't have to stoke it.

These three in the furnace
will ignite sequentially,

make the fire burn hotter,

kick up the boiler pressure,

and make the train go faster.

[TRAIN WHISTLE BLOWING]

[URGING HORSE]

Ready to roll!

[TRAIN WHISTLE BLOWING]

Emmett!

Marty, are the time circuits on?

[BEEPS]

Check, Doc!

Input the destination time.

October 27, 1985, 11:00 a.m.

Check. Okay, we're cruising at a
steady 25 miles an hour, Doc.

DOC: I'm throwing in
the Pres-to-Logs.

Marty, the new gauge
on the dashboard

will tell us
the boiler temperature.

It's color-coded to indicate
when each log will fire.

Green, yellow and red.

Each detonation
will be accompanied

by a sudden burst
of acceleration.

[URGING HORSE]

Hopefully, we'll hit
88 miles per hour

before the needle
gets much past 2,000.

Why? What happens
after it hits 2,000?

The whole boiler explodes!

Perfect!

[GASPS]

Hey, Doc! We just hit 35!

Okay, Marty. I'm coming aboard!

Emmett!

Come on. Come on.

You better hold
onto something, Doc!

The yellow log is about to blow!

[BOTH EXCLAIMING]

Golly.

We just passed 40, Doc!

Emmett!

We just passed 45, Doc!
Go for it!

Fifty.

[TRAIN WHISTLE BLOWING]

Emmett!

Clara!

I love you!

Doc! Doc! What's happening?

It's Clara! She's on the train!

Clara? Perfect.

She's in the cab!
I'm going back for her!

The windmill!

Doc! The windmill! We're going past 50!
You'll never make it!

Then we'll have to
take her back with us!

Keep calling out the speed!

Clara, climb out here to me!

I don't know if I can!

You can do it!

Just don't look down!

That's it!

Sixty miles an hour, Doc!

You're doing fine!
Nice and steady!

Come on!

Just a little further!

I can't, Emmett! I'm scared!

Seventy!

Keep coming, Clara!

Come on! Come on!
You're doing fine!

Come on! Nice and easy!

Don't look down! That's it!
You're doing fine!

Doc! The red log
is about to blow!

[SCREAMING]

Clara!

[EXCLAIMING]

Emmett!

[SCREECHING]

I'm trying to reach you!

Clara, hold on!

I can't!

Oh!

Doc, I'm gonna slip you
the Hover-board!

Marty, watch out!

[SCREAMING]

Emmett, help!

Hold on, Clara!

[EXCLAIMS]

Doc, ready, Doc?

Catch it!

Yes! Yes!

Emmett!

Hold on!

[SCREAMING]

Yes!

[TRAIN CROSSING BELL CLANGING]

[HELICOPTER WHIRRING]

[CAR HORN HONKING]

[TRAIN WHISTLE BLOWING]

[ELECTRICAL BUZZING]

[BUZZING STOPS]

Well, Doc,

it's destroyed.

Just like you wanted.

[PANTING]

Hey, butt head, get away...

Watch it, Biff!

Marty, I didn't mean
to scare you.

I didn't recognize you
in those clothes.

What the hell are you doing?

Just putting on
the second coat now.

You going cowboy, huh?

Come on, guys. We're gonna
be late for brunch.

OLDER LORRAINE: Coming, Dave.

Come on, Dad,
we're not gonna hold

your reservations all day.

OLDER GEORGE: I can't
find my glasses.

Lorraine, have you
seen my glasses?

They're in your
suede jacket, honey.

Marty, what's wrong? We
thought you went to the lake.

You wore that to the lake?

Thank God you guys
are all back to normal.

Marty, who are you supposed to be?
Clint Eastwood?

[LAUGHING]

Right. I gotta go get Jennifer.

I really like that hat, Marty.
[ENGINE STARTING]

Thanks, Biff.

Jennifer.

Jen.

Jennifer.

[MOANS]

Marty.

I had the worst nightmare.

Marty, that dream
I had is so real.

It was about the future.

About us.

And you got fired.

Wait a minute. What do
you mean I got fired?

MARTY: "Hilldale."

Hilldale! This is where we live.

I mean, this is where
we're going to live.

Someday.

Marty, it was a dream,
wasn't it?

[TIRES SCREECHING]

[LOUD ROCK MUSIC PLAYING]

[LAUGHING]

Hey.

The big M.

How's it hanging, McFly?

Hey, Needles.

Nice set of wheels. Let's
see what she can do.

Next green light.

No, thanks.

What's the matter? Chicken?

BOY: [LAUGHING] Chicken McFly.

Whoo!

[EXCLAIMING]

Marty, don't.

Grab hold of something.

Come on! Get on!

[ENGINE REVVING]

Yeah, go! Go, go, go!

[ENGINE REVVING]

[ALL SHOUTING]

[TIRES SCREECHING]

[EXCLAIMS]

JENNIFER: Did you
do that on purpose?

Yeah, you think I'm stupid
enough to race that asshole?

[HORN HONKING]

[TIRES SCREECHING]

Jeez! I would have
hit that Rolls-Royce.

It erased.

You're right. There's
not much left.

Doc's never coming back.

I'm sure gonna miss him, Jen.

[TRAIN CROSSING BELL CLANGING]

What the hell?

[GASPS]

Doc!

Marty!

Doc! Doc!

Marty, it runs on steam!

Meet the family.
Clara, you know.

Hi, Marty!

Ma'am!

These are our boys.

Jules and Verne.

[LAUGHS]

Boys, this is Marty
and Jennifer.

Doc, I thought I'd
never see you again.

You can't keep
a good scientist down.

After all, I had to
come back for Einstein,

and, well, I didn't want you
to be worried about me.

Oh!

I brought you a little souvenir.

It's great, Doc. Thanks.

Dr. Brown, I brought this
note back from the future,

and now it's erased.

Of course it's erased.

But what does that mean?

It means 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.

We will, Doc!

Stand back!

All right, boys, buckle up!

Hey, Doc, where are you going now?
Back to the future?

No, already been there.

[WHISTLE BLOWING]