Bartendersays 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'll 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'll 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 talkin' about? Monday, it's three days away!
All right. All right. Let's think this thing through logically.
We know it won't run under its own power. We can't pull it.
But, ifwe can 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 Fearless Frank Fargo got one of these near 70 out past Verde Junction.
You think it's possible to get it up to 90?
Ha! 90? Tarnation, son, who'd ever need to be in such a hurry?
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 haulin' no cars behind you, and if you could get the fire hot enough--
And I'm talkin' about hotter than the blazes of hell and damnation itself--
Then, yes. It might be possible to get her up that fast.
- When's the next train come through here? - Monday mornin' at 8:00.
Here! This spur runs off the main line three miles out to Clayton Ravine.
It's a long stretch of level track that will still exist in 1 985!
This is where we'll push the De Lorean with a 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.
We can't wait around a year and a half for this thing to get finished.
Marty, it's perfect! You're just not thinking fourth-dimensionally.
- Right, right. I have a real problem with that. - Don't you see?
The bridge will exist in 1 985. It's safe and still in use.
Therefore, as long as we get the De Lorean up to 88 miles an hour...
before we hit the edge of the ravine,
we'll instantaneously arrive at a point in time where the bridge is completed.
We'll have track under us and coast safely across the ravine.
- What about the locomotive? - There'll be a spectacular wreck.
Too bad no one will be around to see it.
- Help me! Help! - Great Scott!
- Hyah! - Hyah!
Hyah! Hyah! Hyah!
Here! Here!
Hey!
Jump!
- Whoa! - Whoa!
Oh, thankyou, sir. You saved my...
Iife.
Emmett Brown, at your service, Miss--
Um-- Um--
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. - She says it's fine.
We got to get goin'. Ma'am, good luck with your schoolteachin'.
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.
Well, that would be very gentlemanly of you, Mr. Brown--
Uh, Emmett.
You know, I'm almost glad that snake spooked those horses.
Otherwise, we might never have met.
Suppose it was destiny.
Well, thankyou for everything.
You're quite welcome.
I will see you again, won't I?
Of course. You'll see lots of me. I have a shop in town.
I'm the local scientist-- uh-uh-- b-blacksmith.
Science? What sort of science? Astronomy? Chemistry?
- Actually, I'm a student of all sciences. - Hey, Doc.
- We got to get goin'. - Oh, yes. Well--
Excuse us, Clara. We have to get going.
Tootle-oo!
What do you mean, you're going to be seeing lots of her?
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 De Lorean 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.
Yeah, I know, Doc. It's not to scale.
- It's okay, Doc. - All right.
Tomorrow night-- Sunday-- we'll load the De Lorean onto the tracks here on the spur,
right by the old abandoned silver mine.
The switch track is where the spur runs off the main line...
three miles out to Clayton-- Shonash Ravine.
The train leaves the station at 8:00 Monday morning.
We'll stop it here, uncouple the cars from the tender,
throw the switch track and then we'll hijack--
borrow the locomotive and use it to push the time machine.
According to my calculations, we'll reach 88 miles per hour...
just before we hit the edge of the ravine.
At which point, we'll be instantaneously transported back to 1 985...
and coast safely across the completed bridge.
What does this mean, "point of no return"?
That's our fail-safe point. Up until there, we still have enough time...
to stop the locomotive before it plunges into the ravine.
But once we pass this windmill, it's the future or bust.
Here you go, Marty. Connect that to the positive terminal.
- All right. You all set? - Yeah, yeah. Go!
Train pullin'out ofthe station!
Coming up to the switch track!
Stop at the switch track!
Throw switch!
Pull up to the De Lorean!
Pushing the De Lorean up to 88 miles per hour!
It couldn't be simpler.
Hello?
- Emmett? - It's Clara!
Quick! Cover the De Lorean.
- Hello. - Why, hello.
This is quite a surprise.
Well, I hope I'm not disturbing anything.
Oh, no, no. We were just doing a little model railroading.
Oh.
Emmett, when my bags were thrown from the wagon, my telescope was damaged,
and since you mentioned an interest in science,
I thought you might be able to repair it for me.
- I-I would pay you, of course. - Oh, no, no, no.
I wouldn't think of charging you for this. Let's have a look at it.
I think a lens may be out of alignment...
because, if you-- if you move it this way,
the image turns fuzzy, see?
But, if you turn it... the other way, then--
Everything becomes...
clear.
I could repair it right away and have it foryou tonight.
Oh, tonight's the town festival.
I wouldn't dream of having you work on my telescope...
during such an important occasion.
- You-You are planning on attending, aren't you? - Oh--
- Well, actually, Ma'am-- - Yes-yes. Of course. The festival.
Well, in that case,
I'll see you this evening at the festival, Emmett.
- Mr. Eastwood. - Ma'am.
Thankyou 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!
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-haw!
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 CoIt'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 $ 1 2.
- Good evening. - Evening.
- You look very nice. - Thank you.
Would you like-- Uh--
- Would you care to-to, uh-- - I'd love to.
Young man, you want to give it a try?
Uh, no, no. No, thanks. Hey, Doc--
Son? Sonny boy?
The Doc can dance?
Son? Son.
Son! H-Hey. I just told you that even a baby can handle this weapon.
Surely you're not afraid to try something a baby could do!
- Hey, I'm not afraid of nothin'. - 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, no. Right on out there and be real smooth.
That's the way you do it.
Oh, God.
- Listen. Can I try that again? - Yeah. Go on.
Just tell me one thing. Where'd you learn to shoot like that?
7-Eleven.
Buford, you sure that blacksmith's going to be at this here shindig?
Sure he's here. Everybody's here tonight.
You gentlemen will have to checkyour firearms...
if you want to join in on the festivities.
Who's going to 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. You going to checkyour 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 smilin' at is the one that sees you at the end of a rope.
Have fun!
That's how you handle them, son.
Never give 'em an inch, and maintain discipline at all times.
Remember that word-- "discipline."
I will, Pa.
Swing that woman with a one-armedswing
Woman to the side do 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 of people didn't like the way the other one looked on me.
- Sure'n that one suits you. It's very becomin'. - Oh, thanks.
Hey. Frisbee. Far out.
- What was the meanin' of that? - It was right in front of him.
Now swing that partner halfway 'round
Sashay back to the middle 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! Gimme that.
There he is, Buford!
- Where? - There.
Dancin' with that piece ofcalico.
What areyou going to do, boss?
I figure if I bury this muzzle deep enough in his back, nobody will hear the shot.
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.
Last time I used it, the fella 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 thinkyou are, but we're dancing.
Well, looky what we have here.
Ain't you going to introduce me to the lady? I'd like a dance.
I wouldn't give you the pleasure. You'll just have to shoot.
- All right. - No, no. Emmett, I'll dance with him.
Boys, keep the blacksmith company while I get acquainted with the filly!
Yeow! Ha, ha!
Yeah! Uhhh!
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'lljust take my $80 worth out ofher!
Leave her alone!
Whoo!
Yeah. I bet there's somethin' you can do that's worth $80.
I believe you've underestimated me, mister.
Oh, have I, now?
Ohh! Ohh!
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 'em up with more than just a pie plate?
Look, just leave my friends alone.
Oh, 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.
Uh, not now, Buford. Marshal's got our guns.
Like I said, we'll finish this tomorrow.
Tomorrow we're robbing the Pine City stage.
What about Monday? We doin' anything Monday?
Uh, no. Monday'd be fine.
- You can kill him on Monday. - I'll be back 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 killin' before breakfast.
7:00.
8:00.
I do my killing after breakfast.
Marty!
All right, break it up. What's all this about?
You causin' 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 brawlin', it's 1 5 days in the county jail.
All right, folks, this is a party! Let's have some fun!
8:00 Monday, runt.
If you ain't here,
I'll hunt you and shoot you down like a duck.
That's "dog," Buford. Shoot him down like a dog.
Let's go, boys!
Let these sissies have their party!
What are you doing, saying you're gonna meet Tannen?
Hey, Doc, don't worry about it.
Monday morning, 8:00 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. - Thankyou foryour gallantry, Mr. Eastwood.
Had you not interceded, Emmett might have been shot.
Marty-- Uh, Clint, I'm gonna take Clara home.
- Good night, Doc, 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.
You don't have to buy me anything. It was no big deal.
I'd like 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.
H-Hey, no problem. Thanks a lot.
Of course you understand that if you lose, I'm takin' it back.
Thanks again.
You had him, Mr. Eastwood.
You could've just walked away, and nobody would've thought the less of you for it.
All it would've 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 doin'.
- 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 fightin'.
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'n I hope you're considerin' the future, Mr. Eastwood.
I think about it all the time.
And that crater in the middle northwest,
the one that's out there all by itself like a star burst,
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 1 1, 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.
Emmett, do you think we'll ever be able to travel to the moon...
the way we travel across the country on trains?
Definitely, although not for another 84 years, and not on trains.
We'll have space vehicles--
capsules sent aloft on rockets,
devices that create giant explosions,
explosions so powerful that they--
That they break the pull of the Earth's gravity...
and send the projectile through outer space.
Emmett! I read that book too.
You're quoting Jules Verne, From the Earth to the Moon.
You've read Jules Verne?
I adore Jules Verne.
So do I.
Twenty-Thousand Leagues Underthe Sea, my absolute favorite.
The first time I read that, when I was a little boy, I wanted to meet Captain Nemo!
Emmett, you couldn't have read that when you were a little boy.
It was only first published ten years ago.
O-Oh, yes, well, uh, 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 doin'.
You talkin' to me?
You talkin' 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 foryou today, Mr. Eastwood?
No, it's fine. I--
Good luck tomorrow, Mr. Eastwood! We'll be prayin' forya!
Thanks.
Good morning, Mr. Eastwood.
Interest you in a new suit for tomorrow?
Uh, I'm-I'm fine. Thanks.
Doc!
- What are you doin'? - Oh, nothing.
I'm just out enjoying the morning air.
It's really lovely here in the morning. Don't you think?
Yeah, it's lovely, Doc.
We gotta load the De Lorean up and get ready to roll--
Hey, look at that. The tombstone.
Marty, let me see that photograph again.
My name. It's vanished!
Hey, that's great, Doc!
We're going back to the future tomorrow, so everything's being erased.
But only my name is erased!
The tombstone itself and the dates 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 measurement.
Oh, look, pal, I don't wanna 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.
Why are you wearing that gun?
You're not considering going up against Tannen tomorrow?
Tomorrow morning I'm going back to the future with you,
but if Buford Tannen comes lookin' for trouble, I'm gonna be ready for him.
You heard what that son of a bitch called me last night.
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 gotta do what you've gotta do,
and I've gotta do what I've gotta 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 lead 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 good-bye.
Oh, come on, Doc.
Think about it. What are you gonna say to her?
"I gotta go back to the future"?
She's not gonna understand that.
Hell, I'm in it with you, and I don't even understand it.
Doc, listen.
Maybe we could--
I don't know, maybe we could just take Clara with us.
To the future?
You reminded me, Marty.
I'm a scientist, so I must be scientific about this.
I cautioned you about disrupting the continuum foryour own personal benefit.
Therefore, I must do no less.
We shall proceed as planned,
and as soon as we return to 1 985, we'll destroy this infernal machine.
Traveling through time has become much too painful.
It's Emmett, Clara.
Oh! Emmett, I--
Won't you come in?
No, I'd better not. I--
What's wrong?
I've come to say good-bye.
Good-bye? 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 realize 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, then whereveryou'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 1 985.
Yes, Emmett.
I do understand.
I understand that, because you know I'm partial to the writings ofJules 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've been respectful!
But that's not the truth.
Come on. Right over here.
Good to see you too. Sit down.
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 ofJuly.
Whiskey.
Okay. I ain't your papa.
I just don't wanna see you do the wrong thing.
And 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.
Nope. Clara was one in a million.
One in a billion.
One in a googolplex.
The woman of my dreams, and I lost her for all time.
Well, I can assure you, sir,
there are otherwomen.
If peddling this barbed wire all across the country has taught me one thing,
it's that you never know what the future might bring.
Oh, the future.
Oh, I can tell you about the future.
Oww.
Ow.
Oh, man, did I sleep.
What time is it, Doc?
Oh, no.
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?