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Doc!

Doc! Doc! Doc!

Doc! Doc! What?

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!

Hey, kids, what time is it?

Howdy Doody time!

Great Scott!

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...

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,

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.

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 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.

"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.

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!

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 Center of the Earth!

That means the time machine

must be right through this wall!

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

Astounding!

"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!

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"?

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 unfavourable
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.

Well, 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.

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 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.

Happy trails, Marty!

Ready, Marty?

Ready!

Set!

Hi-ho, Silver.

Viya con dios!

Indians!

The cave!

Charge!

Shit! The cavalry!

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.

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.

It's 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
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 railroad tracks.

You can follow them
straight on into town.

I'll even give you a hat.

That's great. Thanks.

Ah...

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.

Mmm. 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,

that 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.

Give us some soap.

Here you go.

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?

I'll have ice water.

Ice water?

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?

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.

Whoo!

You better run, squirrel.

Y'all, Get him!

Whoa!

We got ourselves a new courthouse!

High time we had a hanging!

Look at him swing.

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.

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 eighty 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 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.

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.

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 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 eighty-eight 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 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 ninety?

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 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 eighty-eight 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 me! Help!

Great Scott!

Hurry!

Jump!

Whoa.

Woah.

Oh...

Thank you, sir. You saved my...

...life.

Emmett Brown at your service, Miss...

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 you worry about that.

I feel somewhat responsible
for what happened.

Oh. Wow.

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..err..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 eighty-eight 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!

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 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 move it this way,

the image turns fuzzy. See?

But 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 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!

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 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.

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...

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.

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.

Listen, can I try that again?

Yeah, go ahead.

Hey, just tell me one thing.

Where did you learn to shoot like that?

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!

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.

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.

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! Not anymore.

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'll 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!

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!

Whoo!

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

I believe you've
underestimated me, mister.

Have I now?

Ow!

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.

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 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 fifteen
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 eight a.m.

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... 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.

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
eighty-four 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'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.

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.

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
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 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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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!

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.

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 8:00 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 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. 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.

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!

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.

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!

Time's up, runt!

Prepare to meet your maker, blacksmith.

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.

Yeah.

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!

"Time machine."

Come on, Marty!

Go, Doc.

Come on. Give me your hand!

Come on Marty!

Come on. Let's go!

Masks on.

Reach!

Is 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 colour-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 eighty-eight
miles per hour

before the needle gets
much past two thousand.

Why? What happens after
it hits two thousand?

The whole boiler explodes!

Perfect!

Hey, Doc! We just hit thirty-five!

Okay, Marty. I'm coming aboard!

Emmett!

Come on. Come on.

You better hold onto something, Doc!

The yellow log is about to blow!

Golly.

We just passed forty, Doc!

Emmett!

We just passed forty-five, 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
going back for her!

The windmill!

Doc! The windmill! We're going
past fifty! 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!

Clara!

Emmett!

I'm trying to reach you!

Clara, hold on!

I can't!

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!

Hold on!

Yes!

Well, Doc,

it's destroyed.

Just like you wanted.

Hey, butthead, 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.

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.

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.

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

Whoo!

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?

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.

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.