TANNEN: 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!
[ Horses neighing ]
That's how you handle them. Never give them an inch...
...and maintain discipline at all times.
Remember that word: discipline.
I will, Pa.
WOMAN: Thank you very much.
Mr. Eastwood, nice to see you.
I see you got yourself some respectable clothes and a fine hat.
A couple people didn't like the way the other one looked on me.
That one suits you.
- It's very becoming. - Thanks.
"Frisbee." Far out.
- What was the meaning of that? - It was right in front of him.
[ Music stops ]
[ All cheering and applauding ]
- That's mine! - Not anymore.
- Give me that. - There he is, Buford.
- Where? - There.
THUG 1: Dancing with that piece of calico.
THUG 2: What are you gonna do, boss?
I figure if I bury this muzzle deep enough in his back nobody will hear the shot.
Careful. You've only got one bullet with that.
I only need one.
[ Band playing folk music ]
I told you to watch your back, smithy.
You're early.
It's a Derringer. Small but effective.
The last time I used it, fella took two days to die.
Bled to death inside. It was 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.
Look what we have here.
TANNEN: Ain't you gonna introduce me? I'd like a dance.
I wouldn't give you the pleasure. You'll have to go ahead and shoot.
- All right. - I'll dance with him.
TANNEN: Boys, keep the blacksmith company while I get acquainted with the filly!
[ Tannen whoops excitedly ]
Yeah!
I don't dance very well when my partner has a gun in his hand.
You'll learn.
Maybe I'll just take my $80 worth out of her!
Leave her alone!
[ Laughing ]
Yeah, I bet there's something you can do that's worth $80.
I believe you've underestimated me, mister.
Have I?
[ Tannen grunts loudly ]
[ Clara grunts ]
DOC: Stop it!
DOC: Damn you!
TANNEN: No, I damn you!
I damn you to hell!
- You. - Lighten up, jerk!
Mighty strong words, runt!
You man enough to back them up with more than just a pie plate?
Just leave my friends alone.
What's wrong, dude? You yellow?
That's what I thought. A yellow-belly.
Nobody calls me yellow.
TANNEN: 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?
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?
MARTY: High noon? TANNEN: Noon?
I do my killing before breakfast. 7:00!
8:00. I do my killing after breakfast.
DOC: [ Whispering ] Marty!
MARSHAL: Break it up.
What's all this about? You causing trouble here, Tannen?
TANNEN: No trouble, Marshal.
Just a little personal matter between me and Eastwood.
This don't concern the law.
MARSHAL: Tonight, everything concerns the law. Break it up.
Any brawling, it's 15 days in the county jail.
All right, folks. This is a party. Come on! Let's have some fun!
[ People cheering ]
[ Band resumes ]
8:00 Monday, runt.
If you ain't here, I'll hunt you and shoot you down like a duck.
It's "dog." Shoot him down like a dog.
Let's go, boys!
Let these sissies have their party!
What are you doing, saying you'll meet Tannen?
Don't worry about it. Monday morning we'll be gone.
Theoretically, yes. But what if the train's late?
- We'll discuss this later. - We'll discuss it now.
- Thank you for your gallantry. - Ma'am.
Had you not interceded, Emmett might have been shot.
Marty... Clint, I'm gonna take Clara home.
- Right. Good night. - You sure set him straight.
I'm glad somebody finally stood up to that son of a bitch.
You're all right in my book. I'd like to buy you a drink.
You don't have to buy me anything. It was no big deal...
You can have this brand-new Colt Peacemaker and gun belt, free of charge.
Free?
I want everybody to know the gun that shot Buford Tannen...
...was a Colt Peacemaker!
No problem. Thanks a lot.
Of course, if you lose, I'm taking it back.
Thanks again.
SEAMUS: You had him.
You could have walked away and nobody would have thought less of you.
All it would have been was words, hot air from a buffoon.
Instead, you let him 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. You have a brother named Martin McFly?
Had a brother.
Martin used to let men provoke him into fighting.
He was concerned people would think him a coward if he refused.
That's how he got a knife shoved through his belly in a saloon in Virginia City.
Never considered the future, poor Martin. God rest his soul.
Sure, and I hope you're considering the future, Mr. Eastwood.
I think about it all the time.
CLARA: That crater all by itself, like a starburst.
DOC: Yeah. CLARA: That one's called Copernicus.
Listen to me. I feel like I'm teaching school.
Please, continue the lesson.
I never found lunar geography so fascinating.
You're quite knowledgeable.
When I was 11, I had diphtheria. I was quarantined for three months.
My father brought this telescope and put it next to my bed...
...so I could see everything out the window.
Do you think we'll ever travel to the moon...
...the way we travel across the country on trains?
Definitely. Although not for 84 years, and not on trains.
We'll have space capsules sent aloft with rockets...
...devices that create giant explosions so powerful they just...
That they break the pull of gravity and send the projectile to 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.
20,000 Leagues Under the Sea. My absolute favorite.
The first time I read that as a little boy, I wanted to meet Captain Nemo.
Don't tease. You couldn't have read that when you were a boy.
It was only first published 10 years ago.
Yes. 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.
[ Clock cuckooing ]
[ Bell rings ]
[ Object rolling ]
[ Marty groaning ]
[ Marty sighs ]
MARTY: Doc?
Doc?
Hope you know what you're doing.
[ Ominous instrumental music ]
You talking to me?
You talking to me, Tannen?
I'm the only one here.
Go ahead! Make my day.
[ Horse neighs ]
PASSERBY: Good morning. MARTY: 'Morning.
Man: Have a cigar. Anything I can do for you today?
- No, that's fine. - Good luck tomorrow.
- We'll be praying for you. - Thanks.
Good morning. Interest you in a new suit for tomorrow?
I'm fine. Thanks.
MARTY: What are you doing? DOC: Nothing.
I was just out enjoying the morning air.
It's really lovely here in the morning. Don't you think?
Yes. We've got to load the DeLorean and get ready to roll.
Look at that, the tombstone.
DOC: Let me see that photograph again.
My name, it's vanished.
MARTY: That's great, Doc.
We're going back to the future tomorrow, so everything's being erased.
DOC: But only my name is erased.
The tombstone itself and the date still remain. That doesn't make sense.
We know 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. - Look, pal, I don't want to buy a suit.
- This is for your coffin. - My coffin?
The odds are running 2-1 against you.
Might as well be prepared.
So it may not be my name...
...that's going to be on this tombstone. It may be yours.
- Great Scott. - I know, this is heavy.
DOC: Why are you wearing that gun? You're not considering going up against Tannen?
Tomorrow morning I'm going back to the future with you.
But if Buford Tannen comes looking for trouble, I'll be ready for him.
You heard what that son of a bitch called me.
You can't lose your judgment over names.
That's exactly what causes you to get in that accident in the future.
What? What about my future?
I can't tell you. It might make things worse.
Wait a minute.
What is wrong with my future?
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.
I'm not going with you tomorrow.
I'm staying here.
What are you talking about?
There's no point in denying it.
- I'm in love with Clara. - Oh, man.
We don't belong here.
Neither one of us.
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?
[ Suspenseful instrumental music ]
You're right, Marty.
- That worked great. - I've at least got to tell her good-bye.
Come on, Doc.
Think about it. What will you say to her?
"I've got to go back to the future"? She won't understand that.
Hell, I'm in it with you, and I don't even understand it.
[ Tender instrumental music ]
MARTY: Doc.
Listen.
Maybe we...
Maybe we can just take Clara with us.
To the future?
As you reminded me, I'm a scientist, so I must be scientific about this.
I cautioned you about disrupting the continuum for your own benefit.
Therefore, I must do no less.
We shall proceed as planned, and as soon as we return to 1985...
...we'll destroy this infernal machine.
Traveling through time has become much too painful.
[ Knocking on door ]
It's Emmett, Clara.
[ Sighs ]
Emmett, won't you come in?
No, I better not. I...
What's wrong?
I've come to say good-bye.
Good-bye? Where are you going?
I'm going away.
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.
Where might that be?
I can't tell you.
[ Sighs ]
Then wherever you're going, take me with you.
I can't, Clara.
I wish it didn't have to be this way...
...but believe me when I tell you that I'll never forget you...
...and that I love you.
CLARA: 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, 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.
[ Gasps ]
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.
I've heard some whoppers in my day...
...but the fact that you'd expect me to believe this...
...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.
[ Somber instrumental music ]
[ Sobbing softly ]
[ Saloon music playing ]
PATRON: Good to see you, too.
Emmett. What can I get you, the usual?
No, Chester, I'll need something a lot stronger than that tonight.
- Sarsaparilla. - Whiskey, Chester.
Whiskey? Are you sure?
You know what happened to you on the Fourth of July.
Whiskey.
BARMAN: 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've 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.
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.
Peddling this barbed wire across the country...
...has taught me one thing for certain...
...it's that you never know what the future might bring.
The future. I can tell you about the future.
[ Horse neighs ]
Man, did I sleep.
What time is it, Doc?
Doc!
TANNEN: Wake up!
Get up! Let's go!
I got me a runt to kill.
THUG 2: 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.
[ Laughing ]
If everybody's got one of these auto whatsits...
...does anybody walk or run anymore?
Of course they run, but for recreation, for fun.
Run for fun? What the hell kind of fun is that?
[ Laughing hysterically ]
MARTY: Doc!
How much has he had?
None. That's the first one, and he hasn't touched it yet.
He just likes to hold it.
[ Man laughing ]
Doc!
What are you doing?
I've lost her, Marty. There's nothing left for me here.
That's why you gotta come back with me.
- Where? - Back to the future!
- Right! Let's get going! - Great.
Gentlemen, excuse me. My friend and I have to catch a train.
Here's to you, blacksmith.
- And to the future. - Amen.
- Emmett, no!
MARTY: Doc!
MARTY: 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 black coffee! - Joey, coffee!
[ Clock bell ringing ]
[ Dramatic instrumental music ]
CLERK: 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.
To sober him up in a hurry, you need something a lot stronger than coffee.
What do you suggest?
Joey, let's make some wake-up juice.
MARTY: Come on, Doc, swallow.
In about 10 minutes...
...he's gonna be as sober as a priest on Sunday.
Ten minutes!
Why do we cut these things so damn close?
BARMAN: Here, stick this clothespin on his nose.
When he opens up his mouth, go ahead and pour it on down his gullet.
Stand back.
[ Doc screaming ]
- He's still out! - That was just a reflex action.
It'll take a few more minutes for the stuff to clear up his head.
Perfect.
[ Bell ringing ]
MARTY: Come on, Doc. Wake up, buddy.
Wake up, Doc!
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! Let's wake up now, buddy.
TANNEN: Are you in there, Eastwood?
It's 8:00 and I'm calling you out.
MARTY: It's not 8:00 yet!
TANNEN: It is by my watch!
Let's settle this once and for all, runt!
Or ain't you got the gumption?
Listen.
I'm not really feeling up to this today.
- So I'll have to forfeit. - Forfeit?
What's that mean?
- It means that you win without a fight. - Without shooting? He can't do that.
You can't do that!
You know what I think?
I think you ain't nothing but a gutless, yellow turd!
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.
TANNEN: Two! MAN: You better get out there, son.
I got $20 gold bet on you, so don't let me down.
TANNEN: Three!
MAN 2: I got $30 gold bet against you, so don't let me down.
Four!
MAN 3: You better face up to it, son, because if you don't go out there...
MARTY: What? TANNEN: Five!
- What if I don't go out there? - You're a coward.
TANNEN: Six!
And you'll be branded a coward for the rest of your days!
MAN 3: Everybody everywhere will say Clint Eastwood...
...is the biggest yellow-belly in the West!
Seven!
Here!
TANNEN: Eight!
I already got a gun.
TANNEN: Nine!
Ten!
Do you hear me, runt?
I said that's 10, you gutless, yellow pie-slinger!
He's an asshole!
I don't care what Tannen says!
I don't care what anybody else says either.
MARTY: Doc, you okay? DOC: I think so.
What a headache!
- You got a back door to this place? - It's in the back.
Let's go.
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!
[ Train whistle blowing ]
[ Bell ringing ]
GENTLEMAN: 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...
...I really felt for him, I did, right here.
TANNEN: Listen up, Eastwood!
I aim to shoot somebody today, and I prefer it'd be you.
But if you're just too damn yellow...
...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!
[ Train whistle blowing distantly ]
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?
Was this man tall, with great big brown puppy-dog eyes...
...and long silvery, flowing hair?
You know him.
[ Clara panting ]
Emmett!
[ Brakes scraping loudly ]
[ All shrieking ]
[ Dramatic instrumental music ]
Time's up, runt!
[ Clock bells ringing ]
[ Gun cocks ]
Prepare to meet your maker, blacksmith.
MARTY: Right here, Tannen!
[ Suspenseful instrumental music ]
Draw!
No!
I thought we could settle this like men.
You thought wrong, dude.
[ Laughing ]
TANNEN: Thank you.
[ Tannen shrieking ]
[ Tannen grunts ]
[ Dramatic instrumental music ]
[ Tannen grunts ]
[ Tannen groaning ]
[ Crowd laughing ]
That was good.
You know what I think?
- I think Buford's going to jail. - Yeah.
Get him out of that shit.
Get them!
DEPUTY: Buford Tannen, you're under arrest for robbing the Pine City stage.
You got anything to say?
I hate manure.
Look!
Yes!
[ Whistle blowing ]
- The train! - Can we make it?
We'll have to cut them off at Coyote Pass.
[ Dramatic instrumental music ]
BOY: Hey, mister. Mr. Eastwood.
- Here's your gun, mister. - Thanks, kid.
Seamus.
It's worth $12. Never been used.
SEAMUS: Maybe I'll trade it for a new hat. MARTY: Right! Take care of that baby!
I will!
[ Dramatic instrumental music ]
Emmett!
CLARA: "Time machine."
[ Dramatic instrumental music ]
Come on!
MARTY: Go! DOC: Give me your hand!
[ Both grunting ]
[ Marty shouting ]
Come on!
Come on, Marty.
[ Shouting ]
Come on. Let's go!
Masks on.
DOC: Reach! ENGINEER: Is this a holdup?
DOC: It's a science experiment.
Stop the train just before you hit the switch track up ahead.
[ Brakes whining ]
MARTY: Doc! DOC: Uncouple the cars from the tender!
[ Engine chugging ]
[ Chugging grows faster ]
[ Whistle blowing ]
I've wanted to do that all my life.
[ Suspenseful instrumental music ]
[ Uplifting instrumental music ]
MARTY: What are these things?
My version of Presto Logs. Compressed wood with anthracite dust...
...chemically treated to burn hotter and longer.
I use them so I don't have to stoke my forge.
These three will ignite sequentially...
...make the fire hotter, kick up the boiler pressure...
...and make the train go faster.
[ Dramatic instrumental music ]
[ Train whistle blowing ]
Ready to roll!
[ Whistle blowing ]
[ Chugging growing faster ]
[ Suspenseful instrumental music ]
CLARA: Emmett!
DOC: Marty, are the time circuits on?
Check!
Input the destination time:
October 27, 1985, 11:00 a.m.
MARTY: Check. We're cruising at a steady 25 miles an hour.
DOC: I'm throwing in the Presto Logs.
[ Fire roaring loudly ]
The new dashboard gauge 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 2,000.
Why? What happens after it hits 2,000?
The whole boiler explodes!
Perfect!
[ Clara shrieks ]
MARTY: We just hit 35! DOC: Okay, Marty.
I'm coming aboard!
[ Dramatic instrumental music ]
Emmett!
[ Clara shouting over noise ]
Come on.
MARTY: You better hold onto something! The yellow log is about to blow!
Golly.
We just passed 40!
[ Intense instrumental music ]
[ Faint shouting of Clara ]
Emmett!
We just passed 45! Go for it!
MARTY: Fifty.
[ Train whistle blowing ]
Emmett!
Clara!
I love you!
MARTY: What's happening? DOC: It's Clara! She's on the train!
Clara? Perfect.
She's in the cab! I'm going back for her!
The windmill!
Doc! 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!
DOC: Just don't look down!
That's it!
Sixty miles an hour!
[ Dramatic instrumental music ]
You're doing fine! Nice and steady!
Come on!
- Just a little further! - I can't! I'm scared!
MARTY: Seventy! DOC: Keep coming, Clara!
DOC: Come on! You're doing fine!
Come on! Nice and easy!
Don't look down! That's it! You're doing fine!
The red log is about to blow!
[ Clara screaming ]
Clara!
[ Marty exclaiming ]
CLARA: Emmett!
CLARA: I'm trying to reach you!
DOC: Clara, hold on! CLARA: I can't!
I'll slip you the Hoverboard!
Marty, watch out!
[ Screaming ]
CLARA: Emmett, help!
Hold on!
MARTY: Ready, Doc?
Catch it!
Yes!
Emmett!
Clara!
[ Sparks crackling ]
[ Intense instrumental music ]
[ Explosion resounds ]
[ Chugging ]
[ Explosions bursting ]
[ Crossing bell ringing ]
[ Car honks ]
[ Wheels scraping on tracks ]
[ Train whistle blowing ]
[ Sad instrumental music ]
[ Machine buzzing intermittently ]
Well, Doc...
...it's destroyed.
Just like you wanted.
[ Ominous instrumental music ]
- Hey, butthead, get away... - Watch it, Biff!
I didn't mean to scare you. I didn't recognize you.
- What the hell are you doing? - Just putting on the second coat.
You going cowboy?
DAVID: Come on, guys. We'll be late for brunch.
Dad, they won't hold your reservations all day.
MR. MCFLY: I can't find my glasses.
MR. MCFLY: Have you seen them? MRS. MCFLY: They're in your suede jacket.
Marty? What's wrong? We thought you went to the lake.
- You wore that to the lake? - Thank God you guys are back to normal.
Who are you supposed to be? Clint Eastwood?
Right. I have to go get Jennifer.
- I really like that hat. - Thanks, Biff.
[ Mysterious instrumental music ]
MARTY: Jennifer.
Jen.
[ Tender instrumental music ]
Jennifer.
[ Jennifer sighs ]
Marty.
Marty!
I had the worst nightmare.
JENNIFER: 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.
It was a dream, wasn't it?
[ Power of Love playing loudly ]
[ Kids laughing ]
NEEDLES: The big M.
- How's it hanging, McFly? - Hey, Needles.
Nice set of wheels. Let's see what she can do.
NEEDLES: Next green light. MARTY: No, thanks.
What's the matter? Chicken?
[ Kids cheering ]
- Marty, don't. - Grab hold of something.
KID: Come on! NEEDLES: Get on!
[ Engines revving ]
Yeah, go!
[ Cheering ]
[ Tires squealing ]
[ Jennifer shrieks ]
JENNIFER: Did you do that on purpose?
Yeah. You think I'm stupid enough to race that asshole?
[ Horn honking ]
[ Brakes screeching ]
[ Tires squealing ]
Jeez! I would have hit that Rolls-Royce.
It erased.
JENNIFER: You're right. There's not much left.
Doc's never coming back.
I'll sure miss him, Jen.
[ Crossing bell ringing ]
What the hell?
[ Train chugging slowly ]
[ Machines powering down ]
- Doc! - Marty!
- Doc! Doc! - Marty!
It runs on steam!
[ Tender instrumental music ]
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.
I had to come back for Einstein...
...and I didn't want you to be worried about me.
I brought you a little souvenir.
It's great, Doc.
Thanks.
JENNIFER: Dr. Brown, I brought this note back from the future...
...and now it's erased.
Of course it's erased.
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!
MARTY: Where are you going now? Back to the future?
No. Already been there.
[ Dramatic instrumental music ]
[ Train whistle blowing ]
[ Climactic instrumental music ]
[ Double Back plays by ZZ Top ]
[ Back to the Future theme music plays ]