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Doc!

Doc, Doc, Doc!

- Doc!
- What?

Doc!

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.

No, I know.
You did send me back...

to the future,
but I'm back.

I'm back from the future.

Great Scott!

Say kids, what time is it?

Howdy Doody time!

♪ It's Howdy ♪

- Great Scott!
- ♪ Doody Time ♪

♪ It's Howdy Doody Time ♪

♪ Bob Smith and Howdy too ♪

♪ 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,

uh, 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.

Oh, I saw a vision of Marty saying,

he had come back
from the future.

Hey, Doc!

Undoubtedly,
this was some sort of...

- Doc.
- residual imagery.

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!

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'll 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.

"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.

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've
let Biff get to me.

Well, 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.

This reminds me of the time...

I attempted to reach
the center of the Earth.

I'd been reading
my favorite 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 Center of the Earth.

That means the time machine
must be right through this wall.

Oh, it's been buried in here for
70 years, 2 months, and 13 days.

Astounding!

"As you see,

"the lightning bolt shorted out...

"the time circuit control microchip.

"The attached s..."

Schematic.

"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!

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.

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.

"Shot in the back...

"by Buford Tannen...

"over a matter of 80 dollars"?

What kind of a future do you call that?

"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 unfavorable
story about him in 1884."

That's why we can't find anything.

Look.

William McFly and family.

Your relatives?

My great-grandfather's name
was William.

That's him.

Good-looking guy.

McFlys,

but no Browns.

Maybe, it was a mistake, Doc.

Maybe, that grave wasn't yours.

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

- No.
- 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.

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?

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.

And 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?

Hoverboard. 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.

Time circuits on.

I wrote the letter
on September 1st,

so, we'll send you back
the very next day,

September 2nd.
That's 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.

Happy trails, Marty!

Ready, Marty?

Ready!

Set.

Hi-ho, Silver.

Viya con dios!

Indians!

The cave.

Charge!

Shit! The cavalry.

Let's go, let's go, let's go!

Damn, I ripped the fuel line.

Maggie!

Fetch some water.
We got a hurt man here.

Mom.

Mom, is that you?

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?

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 Mc--

Eastwood?

Uh, Clint.

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.

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

William?

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.

All okay, okay, Will?

This here is Mr. Clint Eastwood
here visiting.

He surely likes you, Mr. Eastwood.

Maggie.

I've got supper.

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, 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?

Uh, 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 railroad tracks.

You can follow them
straight on into town.

I'll even give you a hat.

That's great. Thanks.

Uh...

that's my William.

Woogie William.

Woogie William

Oh.

Yes.

I think you'll find
the barn comfortable.

Never had any complaints
about it from the pigs.

- Mm.
- Seamus.

A word with you.

Aye.

Will you hold him for a minute?

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

taking him in like that?

He's such a strange young man.

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

Looking after him
is the right thing to do.

That's important.

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.

First McFly born in America.

And you peed on me.

- Hand me some soap, Wang.
- Uh, here you go.

Please, watch it.

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 from a dead Chinese.

What will it be, stranger?

Uh...

I'll have, uh...

- ice water.
- An ice?

Water?

You want water,
you better go dunk your head...

in the horse trough out there.

In here,

we pour whiskey.

Excuse me.

For what?

I'm trying to find the blacksmith.

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.

You kin to that hay barber?

What's your name, dude?

Uh, Marty.

Eastwood.

Clint Eastwood.

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?

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.

Dance!

Come on!

Come on, runt.

You can dance better than that.

Shit.

Woo!

Oh.

Ew.

You better run, squirrel.

Y'all, get him!

Get him, get him!

Whoa! Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

We got ourselves a new courthouse!

High time we had a hanging!

Look at him swing.

Woo!

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 80 dollars!

Look, if your horse threw a shoe,

bring him back,
and I'll reshoe him.

And I 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.

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

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.

"Shot in the back...

"by Buford Tannen...

"over a matter of 80 dollars.

"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.

Certainly not after what
we've already been through.

Emmett!

Ho Emmett!!

Hubert!

It's the mayor.

Excuse me, Emmett.

Do you remember last week
at the town meeting...

when you volunteered to meet
the new school teacher...

- 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.

Anytime, 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.

There's no scientific rationale...

- for that concept.
- Oh, 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 timeline was restored.

That means once we're back in 1985,

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

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?

Twenty-four!

It's no use, Marty!

Even the fastest horse in the world...

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

Bartender said that's
the strongest stuff they got.

Try it, Marty.

Give it more gas.

Damn!

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.

No, 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.

Huh?

That's it.

How fast can she go?

Why, I've had her up to 55 myself.

I heard that, uh,

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?

Hah! Ninety?

Tarnations son, why'd you
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 o'clock.

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 around
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.

Help!

Help me!

- Help!
- Great Scott!

Hurry!

Jump!

Whoa.

Whoa.

Oh.

Thank you, sir.

You saved my...

life.

Emmett Brown
at your service, Miss.

I'm...

I'm...

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.

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 you worry about that.

I feel somewhat responsible
for what happened.

Oh.

Well, that would be very
gentlemanly of you, Mr. Brown.

Emmett.

You know, I'm...

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.

Ah-ah, no, black, 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?

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
a hundred years ago.

A hundred 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.

And 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 eight 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 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!

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.

It couldn't be simpler.

Hello?

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 railroading.

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, 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.

I think a lens may be
out of alignment because...

if you, if you move it this way,

the image turns fuzzy.

See?

But if, if you turn it...

the other way...

then--

Everything becomes...

clear.

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, 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.
- Yeah.

May it stand for all time!

Tell me when, gentlemen.

Three.

Two.

One.

Now!

Let the festivities begin!

You know, Marty,
in a way,

it's pretty amazing 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.

Yee-ha!

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.

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, uh...

- Would you care to, to uh...
- I'd love to.

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

Uh, no, no, no, thanks.

Hey, Doc, this...

Son!

- Sonny boy!
- The Doc can dance?

Son.

Son.

Son!

Hey, 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.
- Oh, 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.

Oh, oh, oh, God!

Listen, can I try that again?

Yeah, go on 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.

Who's gonna make us,
tenderfoot? You?

I am.

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?

Yeah, right.

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!

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.

♪ 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.

- Very noble man.
- Oh, thanks.

Hey, "Frisbie."

Far out.

What was the meaning of that?

- It was right in front of him.
- Aye.

♪ 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 ♪

- Hey, that's mine.
- Well, it's mine now.

Give me that.

There he is, Buford.

- Where?
- There.

Dancing with that piece of calico.

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.

I told you to watch your back, smithy.

Tannen, but 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.

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 just have to go ahead and shoot.

- All right.
- No, no.

Emmett, I'll dance with him.

- Emmett, I'll dance with him.
- Boys, keep the blacksmith company...

while I get acquainted with the filly.

Yeah.

Oh.

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

Oh, you'll learn.

You'll learn!

You know, smithy?

Maybe, I'll just take
my $80 worth out of her!

Tannen, leave her alone!

Woo!

Yeah.

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

I believe you've
underestimated me, mister.

Well, have I now?

Ah! Ow!

Ow!

Tannen, stop it!

Damn you, Tannen!

No.

I damn you.

I damn you to hell!

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?

That's what I thought.

A yellow belly.

Nobody...

calls me yellow.

Let's finish it right now.

Uh, 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 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 o'clock!

8 o'clock.

I do my killing after breakfast.

Marty!

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!

Eight o'clock 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 AM,
we're gonna be gone, right?

Theoretically, yes.
But, what if the train's 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.

Oh, hey, ma'am.

Had you not interceded,
Emmett might have been shot.

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

- 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.

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

It was no big deal. I--

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, hey, no problem.
Thanks a lot.

Of course, son,
you understand,

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.

And that crater
in the middle north west,

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

- Uh-huh.
- That one's called Copernicus.

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

No, no, no.
Please, continue the lesson.

I never found
lunar geography so fascinating.

You're quite knowledgeable.

When I was eleven,
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.

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 another
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--

They break the pull
of the Earth's gravity...

and send the projectile
through outer space.

Emmett, I read that book too!

You, 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 favorite.

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

Why, I wanted to meet Captain Nemo.

Don't tease, Emmett.

You, 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.

Doc?

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.

Good morning.

Have a cigar, Mr. Eastwood.

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

No, that's fine, Adam.

Good luck tomorrow, Mr. Eastwood.

We'll be praying for you.

Thanks.

Good morning, Mr. Eastwood.

Interest you in a new suit
for tomorrow?

Uh...

I'm, I'm fine.

Thanks.

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.

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.

My name, it's vanished.

Hey, that's great, Doc.

Don't you get it? We're going
back to the future tomorrow.

So, everything'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.

No, this is for your coffin.

My coffin?

Well, the odds are running
2-to-1 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 judgment...

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.

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.

Doc.

You're a scientist.

So, you tell me,

what's the right thing to do...

up here?

You're right, Marty.

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.

It's Emmett, Clara.

Oh.

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, 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.

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.

Come on, right over here, friend.

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 need to 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.

Um...

I can assure you sir,
there are other women.

I've 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.

Oh, the future.

Oh, I can tell you about the future.

Oh, man, did I sleep.

What time is it, Doc?

Doc?

Wake up!

- Get up! Let's go.
- Yes, Boss.

I got me a runt to kill.

It's still early, Boss.

What's your hurry?

I'm hungry.

In the future,

we don't need horses.

We have motorized carriages
called automobiles.

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?

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.

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.

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!

Ma'am?

How far does the 8 o'clock 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.

In about ten 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.

And when he opens up his mouth,

go ahead and pour it on down his gullet.

Oh, and stand back.

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.

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.

Well, 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 eight o'clock.

And I'm calling you out.

It's not eight o'clock 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.

For...

Forfeit?

What's that mean?

Um, 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!

You better get out there, son.

I got twenty dollar gold
bet on you,

so don't let me down.

Three!

I got thirty dollar 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.

Eight!

I already got a gun.

Nine!

Ten!

Do you hear me, runt?

I said that's ten,
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. Whoa!

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!

Reach, blacksmith!

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.

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!

- Excuse me.
- Ma'am?

But, was this man tall with...

great big brown puppy-dog eyes
and long silvery, flowing hair?

You know him.

Emmett!

Oh!

Time's up, runt!

Prepare to meet
your maker, blacksmith.

I'm right here, Tannen!

Draw!

No!

I thought we could settle this like men.

You thought wrong, dude.

Thank you.

That was good.

- You know what I think?
- No.

I think Buford's going to jail.

You're right.

Oh, oh.

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!

- 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 twelve dollars.
Never been used.

Maybe, I'll trade it for a new hat.

Right and take care of that baby.

I will.

Emmett.

Emmett!

Emmett!

Time machine.

Come on.

Come on, Marty!

Go, Doc!

Come on, give me your hand!

Come on, Marty!

Come on, let's go!

Masks on.

Freeze!

This a holdup?

It's a science experiment.

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

Doc!

Uncouple the cars from the tender!

I've wanted to do that all my life.

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.

Ready to roll!

Emmett!

Marty, are the time circuits on?

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.

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.

Hopefully, we'll hit
88 miles per hour...

before the needle gets
much past two thousand.

Why? What, what happens
after it hits two thousand?

The whole boiler explodes.

Perfect!

Hey, Doc, we just hit 35.

Okay, Marty.
I'm coming aboard!

Emmett!

Emmett!

Come on, come on.

You better hold on
to something, Doc.

The yellow log is about to blow.

Oh!

Golly!

We just passed 40, Doc!

Emmett!

Emmett!

Emmett!

We just passed 45, Doc.
Go for it!

Fifty.

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 gonna go 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!

Oh!

Clara!

Clara!

Emmett!

I'm trying to reach you!

Clara, hold on!

I can't. Oh!

Oh!

Doc, I'm gonna slip you the Hoverboard!

Marty, watch out!

Emmett, help!

Hold on, Clara!

Doc, ready, Doc?

Catch it!

Yes! Yes!

- Emmett, my hand!
- Hold on!

Yes!

Well, Doc,

it's destroyed.

Just like you wanted.

- Hey, butthead, get away--
- Watch it, Biff!

Marty, I, I didn't mean to scare you.

I didn't recognize you in those clothes.

What the hell are you doing?

Um, just putting on
the second coat now.

You going cowboy, huh?

Come on, guys!

We're gonna be late for brunch.

- Coming, Dave.
- Come on, Dad!

We're not gonna hold
your reservations all day.

I can't find my other 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?

Right.

I gotta go get Jennifer.

I really like that hat, Marty.

Thanks, Biff.

Jennifer.

Jen.

Jennifer.

Marty.

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?

Hilldale.

Hilldale!
This is where we live.

Um, I mean, this, this is where,
this is where we're gonna live.

Someday.

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

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?

Chicken McFly.

Woo!

Yeah!

Marty, don't.

Grab hold of something.

Come on!

Get on!

Yeah, go!
Go, go, go!

Did you do that on purpose?

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

Jesus!

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.

What the hell?

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.

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?

Nope.

Already been there.