Whoa-a-a!
Doc--
- Doc. Doc! Doc. - What?
- Doc! Doc! - What?
Okay. Relax. Doc, it's me. It's me! It's Marty.
No. It can't be. Just sent you back to the future.
Yeah. For all 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 too
Say Howdy Doo to you
- "Howdy Doody Time"? - Let's give a rousing cheer
Date: Sunday, November 1 3, 1 955, 7:01 a.m.
Last night's time-travel experiment was apparently a complete success.
Lightning struck the clock tower at precisely 1 0:04 p.m...
sending the necessary 1.2 1 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 1 985.
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 say he had come back from the future.
Hey, Doc?
Undoubtedly, this was some sort of residual image.
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 foryou 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 1 955 again with you, the you from 1 985,
'cause we had to get a book from Biff.
So, once I got the book back, you-- that is, the you from 1 985--
were in the De Lorean and it got struck by lightning, and we 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.
"DearMarty: Ifmy calculations are correct,
"you will receive this letter immediately after you saw the De Lorean struck by lightning.
"First, let me assure you that I am alive and well.
"I've been living happily these past eight months in the year 1 885.
"The lightning bolt that hit the De Lorean caused a gigawatt overload...
"which scrambled the time circuits, activated the flux capacitor...
"and sent me back to 1 885.
"The overload shorted out the time circuits and destroyed the flying circuits.
Unfortunately, the car will never fly again." It actually flew?
Yeah. Well, you had a hover conversion done in the early 2 1 st 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 1 947.
However, I've gotten quite adept at shoeing horses and fixing wagons."
1 885!
Amazing! I actually end up as a blacksmith in the Old West.
Pretty heavy, huh?
"I have buried the De Lorean 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 1 955.
"Inside, you will find repair instructions.
My 1 955 counterpart--" That's me--
"should have no problem repairing it so thatyou can drive it back to the future.
Once you have returned to 1 985, 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'syour dog, Doc.
Einstein. It's what you call your dog in 1 985.
"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, 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 1, 1 885."
- I never knew I could write anything so touching. - I know. It's beautiful.
- Oh, it's all right, Copernicus. Everything's gonna be fine. - I'm sorry, Doc.
It's all my fault you're stuck back there. I never should have let Biff get to me.
Well, there are plenty worse places to be than the Old West.
I could've 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's sealed off in a side tunnel.
We may have to blast.
Whoa.
I thinkyou 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.
'Course, I was only 1 2 at the time.
You know, in his writings, Jules Verne had a profound effect on my life.
It was when I was 1 1 that I first read Twenty-Thousand Leagues Underthe 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 ofthe Earth.
- That means the time machine must be right through this wall.
It's been buried there for 70years, two months and 13 days.
- Astounding! - "As you can see,
"the lightning bolt shorted-out the time circuit control microchip.
- The attached sch-- schem--" - Schematic.
"schematic diagram will allow you to build a replacement unit...
"with 1 955 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 going to spend my future in the past,
sounds like a wonderful way to spend my retirement years.
Just occurred to me, Marty.
Since I end up in 1 885, 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?
You're always saying it's not too 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.
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.
Oh, great Scott!
Check this out.
"Died September 7, 1 885." That's one week afteryou 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 got to 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 of'Mad Dog. '
"He was quick on the tri gger and bragged that he'd killed 1 2 men,
not including Indians or Chinamen."
- Does it mention me? Am I one of the 1 2? -Just a minute.
"This claim cannot be substantiated, since records were not kept...
"after Tannen shot a newspaper editor who printed...
an unfavorable story about him in 1 884."
- 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 1 885.
- No. - Did you have any relatives here back then?
The Browns didn't come to Hill Valley until 1 908.
Then, they were the Von Brauns. My father changed our name during the first World War.
Doc, look.
Ohh, 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 going to happen, Doc.
After you fix the time circuits and put new tires on the De Lorean,
I'm goin' back to 1 885, and I'm bringing you home.
The clothes fit?
Yeah. Everything except the boots, Doc. They're kind oftight.
You sure this stuffis 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 1 885!
You shouldn't even be wearing them here in 1 955!
As soon as I get there I'll put them on.
Okay. I think we're about ready!
I put gas in the tank. Your future clothes are packed.
Just in case, fresh batteries foryour walkie-talkie.
Oh, what about that floating device?
- Hoverboard. - Oh, right.
You know, Doc, it's gonna be a hell of a long walk back to Hill Valley.
Still the safest plan. 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 is all on completely open country,
so you'll have plenty of runoff space when you arrive.
Remember, where you are going there are no roads.
There's a 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 1, so we'll send you back the very next day--
September 2. That's a Wednesday. September 2, 1 885, 8:00 a.m.
I get shot on Monday the 7th, so you'll 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 per hour!
Wait a minute, Doc.
If I drive straight toward the screen, I'm gonna crash into those Indians.
Marty,you're not thinking fourth-dimensionally.
You'll instantly be transported to 1 885 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.
Vaya con Dios!
Indians!
The cave!
Charge!
Shit! The cavalry!
Damn. I ripped a fuel line.
Aah! Aah!
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 was-- 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? Aaghhh!
Well, you're my-- You're my-- my--
- Who are you? - The name's McFly.
- Maggie McFly. - McFly? Maggie?
That's Mrs. McFly, and don't you be forgettin' the missus.
- And what mightyourname be, sir? - Well, it's Mc--
Eastwood?
Uh, Clint-- Clint Eastwood.
Well, you hit your head, Mr. Eastwood.
Not too serious. But lucky foryou Seamus found you when he did.
Seamus?
Me husband.
You'll be excusin' me, Mr. Eastwood, while I tend to William.
- William. - Oh, that's okay, Will.
That's okay.
- That's William? - Aye.
William Sean McFly, the first of our family to be born in America.
Oh, that's okay, Will. This here's Mr. Clint Eastwood here visitin'.
Sure'n he likes you, Mr. Eastwood.
Maggie!
- Hi. - I've got supper.
I'm not one to pry into a man's personal affairs,
but... exactly how was it that you came to be way out here...
without a horse or boots or a hat?
Well, my ca-- 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 'em straight on into town.
I'll even give you a hat.
That's great. Thanks.
Ah, that's quite a William.
That's quite a William.
Sweet Will. Ohh--
Yes.
I thinkyou'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 bringin' a curse on this house, taking him in like that?
- He's such a strange young man. - Aye, but I've just got a feelin' about him...
that lookin' after him's the right thing to do-- that it'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.
The first McFly born in America.
And you peed on me.
Aaghh--
- Give me some soap, Wang. - Uh, here you go.
Easy, boy.
Hyah!
Take a look and see what just breezed in the door.
Why, I didn't know the circus was in town.
Must've got that shirt off'n a dead Chinee.
What'll it be, stranger?
Uh, I'll have a--
- Ice water? - Ice water?
Water?
You want water, you better go dunkyour head in the horse trough out there.
In here... we pour whiskey.
- Excuse me. - For what?
I'm tryin' to find the blacksmith.
Hey, McFly!
Thought I done told you neverto come in--
Hey, 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, Mart--
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 that straight that weren't store-bought.
Take a gander at them moccasins. What kind of skins is them?
What's that writin'mean? "Neekay, " what is that?
Some sort of Injun talk or somethin'?
Bartender,
I'm lookin' for that no-good, cheatin' 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-suckin' gutter trash!
Dance!
- Aaghh! - Come on!
Come on, runt!
You can dance better than that!
Shit!
Whoo!
Ooh.
You better run, squirrel.
Aaah! Get 'im!
- Whoa! - Whoa, ho, ho, ho.
Ohh! Ohh!
Aaghhh!
Aaaah!
We got ourselves a new courthouse.
High time we had a hangin'!
Oh-- Oh, God. Oh, God.
Go on, Buford! Hang 'im up!
Look at him swing!
Yeah! Haven't had a hangin' 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 ya figure? - My horse threw a shoe.
Seein' as you was the one that done the shoeing, that makes you responsible.
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 offine Kentucky red-eye.
So, the way I figure it, blacksmith,
you owe me five dollars for the whiskey and $75 for the horse.
- That's the $80. - Look!
If your horse threw a shoe, bring him back and I'll reshoe him!
- I done shot that horse! - Well, that's your problem, Tannen!
Wrong! That's yours.
So, from now on, you better be lookin' behind you when you walk.
'Cause one day you're gonna get a bullet in your back.
Hyah!
- Doc! - Marty!
I gave you explicit instructions not to come here, but to go directly back to 1 985.
I know, Doc, but I had to come.
But it's good to see you, Marty.
You're going to 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"?
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 1 885,
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.
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. - We've just gotten word. She's comin' in tomorrow.
- Here are the details foryou. Thanks for allyour 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.
Aw, come on, Doc. It's not science.
You meet the right girl, it just hits you. It's like lightning.
- Please, don't say that! - That's the way it was for me and Jennifer.
We couldn't keep our eyes off each other.
God,Jennifer! Damn! I hope she's all right.
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 1 955, the normal time line was restored.
Once we're back in 1 985, you just have to go over to her house and wake her up.
Oh, Marty. Turn that valve over there.
All the way to the right! Pull it all the way around! Okay, that's good!
- Iced tea? - No, thanks.
It's a refrigerator.
Well, I guess Miss Clayton will have to find other transportation.
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 De Lorean and get ourselves back to the future.
Oh, listen, Doc, I tore a hole in the gas tank when I was landin',
so we're going to have to patch it up and get some gas.
You mean, we're out of gas?
Yeah. It's no big deal. We 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 going to be a gas station around here until sometime in the next century.
Without gasoline, we can't get the De Lorean up to 88 miles per hour.
So, what do we do?
Hyah! Hyah! Hyah!
Hyah! Hyah!
- Hyah! Hyah! - Twenty-four!
It's no use, Marty!
Even the fastest horse in the world won't run more than 35, 40 miles per hour.
Hyah!