Supertext Subtitles. www.able.co.nz Captions were made possible with funding from NZ On Air. Able 2014. CRACKLING Whoo! Doc. CRACKLING SOUND (Shouts triumphantly) (Laughs hysterically) Doc! DOC! Doc! DOC! What? Doc! (Screams) OK, relax, Doc. It's me. It's me! It's Marty! I sent you back to the future! You sent me back to the future, but I'm back. I'm back FROM the future. Great Scott! . . . . . . TELEVISION: What time is it, kids? KIDS: Howdy Doody time! Great Scott! (Children sing) # It's Howdy Doody time... # Howdy Doody time?! Date - Sunday, November 13, 1955, 7.01am. Last night's time travel experiment was apparently a complete success. Lightning struck the clock tower at precisely 10.04pm, 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 was transported forward through time into the year 1985. After that...after that... I can't recall what happened. 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 the disruption of my own brainwaves, 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'd returned from the future. Hey, Doc. Undoubtedly this was some sort... Doc. (Screams) Doc, calm down, OK. Calm down! It's me! It's Marty! No! I sent you back to the future! That's right. But I came back FROM the future. You fainted. I brought you home. This can't be happening! You can't be here! I refuse to believe that you ARE here! Doc, I AM here! It DOES make sense! I came back to 1955 with you, to you from 1985! We had to get a book from Biff! Then you - that's the you from 1985 - got struck by lightning and sent back to 1885! 1885?! It's a very interesting story, Future Boy! But there's one little thing that doesn't make sense - if the future me is now in the past, how could you possibly know about it? You sent me a letter. 'Dear Marty, if my calculations are correct, you'll receive this letter 'immediately after seeing the De Lorean struck by lightning. 'First, let me assure you that I'm alive and well. 'I've been living happily in the year 1885. 'The lightning bolt 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? 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 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 shown on the enclosed map. 'Hopefully it shall remain undisturbed and preserved until you uncover it in 1955. 'Inside, you'll find repair instructions. 'My 1955 counterpart...' That's me. '..should have no problem repairing it 'so you can drive it back to the future. 'Once you've 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 - it's what you call your dog in 1985. 'I know you'll give him a good home. Walk him twice a day. He only likes canned dog food. 'These are my wishes. Please respect and follow them. 'So, Marty, I will now say farewell and wish you Godspeed. 'You've been a good, kind and loyal friend to me. 'You made a real difference in my life. 'I'll always treasure our relationship and think of you with fond memories, 'warm feelings and a special place in my heart. 'Your friend in time, Doc Emmett L Brown, September 1, 1885.' I never knew I could write anything so touching. It's beautiful, Doc. (Whimpers) Oh, it's all right, Copernicus. Everything's gonna be fine. It's my fault you're stuck there, Doc. I shouldn't have let Biff get to me. There are worse places to be. I could've ended up in the Dark Ages - they would've burned me as a heretic. Let's look at the map. Right, according to this, the time vehicle's 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! 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 and never got this far. Of course, I was only 12. You know, the writings of Jules Verne had a profound effect on my life. When I was 11, I first read 20,000 Leagues Under the Sea. I then realised that I must devote my life to science. Doc, check it out. Look at this. My initials! Just like in 'Journey to the Centre of the Earth'! The time machine must be inside! It's been buried here for 70 years, two months and 13 days! Astounding! (Reads) 'As you can see, the lightning bolt shorted out the time circuit control microchip. 'The attached sc...sc...' 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 the circuit failed. It says 'Made in Japan'. What do you mean? All the best stuff is made in Japan. Unbelievable! WINCH STRAINS You know, when I was a kid, I wanted to be a cowboy. Now I'm going to spend my future in the past. It's a wonderful way to spend my retirement years. Just occurred to me, Marty - since I end up in 1885, perhaps I'm in the history books. Could I go to the library and look myself up in the old newspaper archives? I don't know, Doc. You're always saying it's not good to know 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. (Whimpers) 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, 1885'! That's one week after the letter! 'Erected in eternal memory by his beloved Clara'. Who the hell is Clara?! Marty, please! Don't stand there! Oh! Right! Sorry. I gotta get another picture. 'Shot in the back by Buford Tannen over a matter of 80 dollars'! What kind of future do you call that?! (Reads) 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'd killed 12 men, not including Indians or Chinamen. Am I one of the 12?! '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've found nothing. Look! William McFly and family. Your relatives? My great-grandfather's name was William. That's him. Good-looking guy. McFlys - no Browns? Maybe that grave wasn't yours. There could've been another Emmett Brown back in 1885. No! Did you have relatives here then? Browns didn't come to Hill Valley until 1908 - as the von Brauns! My father changed our name during WWI. Doc, look! Oh! Great Scott! It's me! It IS true - all of it! I do go back there. And get shot. It's not gonna happen, Doc. After you fix the time circuits and put new tyres on the De Lorean, I'm goin' back to 1885 and I'm bringing you home. 1 The clothes fit? MARTY: Yeah, everything except the boots, Doc - they're kinda tight. Are you sure this stuff is authentic? Of course! Haven't you ever seen a western? Yeah, I have, Doc. But Clint Eastwood never wore anything like this. Clint who? That's right, you haven't heard of him yet. You have to wear the boots. You can't wear those futuristic things in 1885! You shouldn't even wear them in 1955! I'll wear them when I get there. OK. We're about ready - there's gas in the tank, your future clothes are packed and just in case, fresh batteries for your walkie-talkies. Oh, what about that floating device? Hoverboard. All right. It'll be a hell of a walk back to Hill Valley. It's still the safest plan. We can't risk sending you back to a populated area - or a spot that's geographically unknown. You don't wanna crash into some tree from the past. This is all completely open country - you'll have plenty of run-off space when you arrive! Remember where you're going there are no roads. There's a small cave where you can 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 to the next day - September 2, 1885, 8am. I get shot on Monday, the 7th. You have five days to locate me. I probably have a blacksmith's shop. All you have to do is drive directly toward that screen, accelerating to 88 miles an hour! Wait a minute, Doc. If I drive towards the screen, I'll 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. ENGINE STARTS Happy trails, Marty! Ready, Marty? Ready! Set! Hi-ho, Silver... ENGINE REVS GUNSHOT Vaya con Dios! GUNSHOT CRACKLING SOUND (Indians whoop) INDIANS! 1 Arrrrhhhhhh! The cave! 1 Charge! BUGLE BLARES Shit! The cavalry! BUGLE BLARES 1 LIQUID FLOWS (Sniffs) Damn, I ripped the fuel line. ANIMAL GROWLS (Screams) ARRRRRRGGGGHHH! (Bellows) 1 (Irish accent) Maggie! Fetch some water! We got a hurt man here! DREAMY MUSIC Mom. Mom, is that you? (With Irish accent) You've been asleep for nearly six hours now. I had this horrible nightmare. I dreamed I... I dreamed I was in a western. I was being chased by all these...Indians. And a bear. You're safe and sound here now at the McFly farm. McFly farm?! (Yelps) Why, 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 'Mrs'. What might your name be, sir? Well, it's Mc... Eastwood. Er...Clint...Clint Eastwood. You hit your head, Mr Eastwood - lucky for you Seamus found you when he did. Seamus? Me husband. Excuse me, Mr Eastwood, while I attend to William. William... That's OK, Will. BABY CRIES It's OK. That's William? Aye - William Sean McFly, the first of our family born in America. It's OK, Will. This here's Mr Clint Eastwood, here visitin'. 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 out here without a horse or boots or a hat? Well, my car - horse - broke down and...I buried my boots and...I guess I just forgot my hat. How could you forget your hat? Would you like some water? Er...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 to the railroad tracks. You can follow them straight on into town. SHOTGUN PELLETS CLANG I'll even give you a hat. (Sighs) That's great, thanks. (Baby cries) Ahhhh! Why are you wailin'? Why are you wailin'? Why are you cryin'? Yes, I think you'll find the barn comfortable. Never had any complaints from the pigs. Seamus! A word with you. Aye. Will you hold him for a minute? Are you sure you're not bringin' a curse on this house, takin' him in like that? Such a strange young man. Aye, but I've got a feelin' about him, Maggie. It's the right thing to do. That's important. Hey, buddy. Look how the bubby 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. TRICKLING SOUND And you peed on me. (Whistles) Give me some soap. Here you go. THUMPING HORSE SNORTS TAPPING COW MOOS HAMMERING WHIP CRACKS YAH! ARGH! Take a look and see what just breezed in the door. Why, I didn't know the circus was in town! Musta got that shirt off'n of a dead Chinee. (All laugh) What'll it be, stranger? Ah... I'll have a...iced water. Iced! (All laugh) Water. You want water, you better dunk your head in the horse trough. In here...we pour whisky. Excuse me. What? I'm trying to find the blacksmith. Hey, McFly! Thought I told you never to come in... You aren't Seamus McFly. You look like him, though. Especially with that dog-ugly hat. (All laugh) You kin to that hay barber? What's your name, dude?! Ah...Mart` Eastwood. Clint Eastwood. (All laugh) What kind of stupid name is that? He's the runt of the litter. Boys, take a look see at these pearly whites. I ain't seen teeth that straight that weren't store bought. Take a gander at them moccasins. What skins is them? What's that writing mean - 'Nike'? That some sort of Asian talk? 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! AH! Dance! Come on! Come on, runt! You can dance better than that. Shit! Whoo! GUN CLICKS You'd better run, squirrel! Come on, get him! GUNSHOT AHHHH! 1 GUNFIRE We got ourselves a new courthouse. 'Bout time we had a hanging! WHOOPING, CHEERING Look at him swing! 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. You done the shoeing so that makes you responsible. Since you never paid me for the job, that makes us even. Wrong! I was on my horse and I got thrown off. And that caused me to bust a bottle of fine Kentucky red-eye. So the way I figure it, blacksmith, you owe me $5 for the whisky and $75 for the horse. (Chokes) That's $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'd better look behind you when you walk because one day you'll get a bullet in your back. Heee-up! Doc. Marty. I gave you explicit instructions not to come here but to go directly to 1985. I know, Doc. I had to come. Well, it's good to see you, Marty. You'll have to do something about those clothes. 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 7th! 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. (Shouts) I don't know, Doc. I thought 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 could never take that risk. Certainly not after what we've already been through. Emmett! Hello, Emmett! Hubert! It's the mayor! Excuse me, Emmett. Remember at the last town meeting you volunteered to meet the new teacher at the station? Oh, yes. Quite so. We just heard she's coming tomorrow. Here are the details. Thanks for all your help. Any time, Hubert. Oh...her name's Miss Clayton. Clara Clayton. Well, Doc...now we know who Clara is. Marty, it's impossible! That I could fall in love at first sight! It's romantic nonsense! There's no scientific rationale... Come on, Doc, it's not science! You meet the right girl, it hits you like lightning. Marty, don't say that! That's how it was with Jennifer. We couldn't keep our eyes off each other. God, Jennifer! I hope she's all right, Doc. We just left her on the porch! Don't worry. She'll be fine. When you burned the almanac in 1955 the normal time line was restored. Once we're back in 1985, you just wake her up. HORN BLOWS Marty, turn that valve over there. All the way to the right. All the way around. OK, let's go. MECHANICAL NOISE SUBSIDES Iced tea? No, thanks. It's a refrigerator! I guess Miss Clayton will have to find other transportation. If we never meet, there can be no romantic infatuation. You're the doc, Doc. All right! Get the De Lorean and get back to the future. I tore a hole in the gas tank, so we'll have to get some gas. 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 won't be a gas station around here until sometime the next century. Without gasoline, we can't get the De Lorean up to 88 miles per hour. So what do we do? YAH! YAAHH! YO! 24! It's no use, Marty. Even the fastest horse in the world won't run more than 30-40 miles an hour! Bartender says it's their strongest stuff. Try it, Marty. ENGINE TURNS OVER ENGINE RUMBLES Give it more gas! LOUD EXPLOSION 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 getting shot on Monday! I know, I know, I know! I wish... Wait. I got it! Roll it down a hill. No! We'll never find a smooth surface. Unless...of course - ice! We'll wait until winter when the lake freezes... Winter?! What are you talking about? Monday is three days away! All right. Let's think this thing through logically. It won't run under its own power. We can't pull it. But...if we could figure out a way to push it up to 88 miles an hour. TRAIN WHISTLE BLOWS Huh? That's it! How fast can she go? I've had her up to 55 myself. I heard that Fearless Frank got one of these up to near 70 out past Birdy Junction. Is it possible to get it up to 90? Ha, 90! Whoever needs to be in such a hurry? It's just a little bet we have. Theoretically speaking, could it be done? Well, I suppose if you had a straight stretch with a level grade, and you weren't hauling no cars and if you could get the fire hot enough - hotter than the blazes of hell and damnation - then, yes, it might be possible. When's the next train come through? Monday morning at 8 o'clock. This part runs off the line three miles to Clayton Ravine. It's a long, level track that will still exist in 1985. This is where we'll push the De Lorean with the locomotive. Funny - this map calls Clayton Ravine Shonash Ravine. That must be the old Indian name. It's perfect - a long run across the bridge over the ravine. Over near that 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 for it to get finished. It's perfect. You're just not thinking fourth-dimensionally. I have a problem with that. Don't you see? The bridge WILL exist in 1985. It's safe and still in use. As long as the De Lorean's going 88mph when we hit 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'll be a spectacular wreck. Too bad no one will be around to see it. (Screams) Help me! GALLOPING HORSES Help! Great Scott! YAAHH! Hyah! Hyah! 1 1 Whoa! Whoa. Oh! Thank you, sir, you saved my... life. 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. You've done more than enough already. But it's really no trouble. Doc, she says it's fine, and we gotta go. Ma'am, good luck with your teaching and everything. Clara, I'll straighten everything out with Mr Statler for the buckboard rental. Don't worry about that. I feel somewhat responsible for what happened. Well, 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? You'll see lots of me, I'm sure. I've a shop in town - I'm the local scientist...ah, blacksmith. Science? What sort of science? Astronomy? Chemistry? Actually I'm a student of all sciences. Hey, Doc. We've got to get going. Yes, well, excuse us, Clara. We have to get...going. Toodle-oo. You'll be seeing lots of her? Well, I might see her again, just in passing. Come on! Did you see how she was looking at you? She did have quite a scare, right? After all, Miss Clayton almost ended up in Clayton Ravine. Clayton Ravine. Holy shit! Hey, Doc! Clayton Ravine was named after a teacher. They say she fell in there 100 years ago. 100 years ago? That's THIS year! Every kid knows that story because they wish the same on their teachers. Great Scott! 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? They don't name the ravine after her. Let's get the De Lorean ready and go. I wish I'd never invented that infernal time machine. It's caused nothing but disaster. Doc, this is Marty. Do you read me? Check, Marty. Great, Doc! These things still work! All right, Marty. Once more, let's go over the entire plan. I apologise for the model's crudity... Yeah, I know. It's not to scale. It's OK, Doc. Tomorrow night, Sunday... we load the De Lorean on to the tracks here on the spur. By the abandoned silver mine. The switch track is where the spur branches off 3 miles out to Clayton... Shonash Ravine. The train leaves the station at 8 Monday morning. We'll stop it here, uncouple the cars, throw the switch track, then hijack... borrow the locomotive and use it to push the time machine. According to my calculations, we'll reach 88mph just before we reach the ravine where 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 enough time to stop the locomotive. After this windmill, it's the future or bust. Here you go, Marty. Connect that to the positive terminal. All right, Marty, all set? Yeah, go. BELL RINGS Train pulling out of the station. Coming up to the switch track. Stop at the switch track. Throw the switch! Pull up to the De Lorean! Pushing the De Lorean. Up to 88 miles per hour! EXPLOSION TRAIN WHISTLE BLOWS 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. 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. I would pay you, of course. 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 move it this way, the image turns fuzzy. See? If you turn it... the other way... then... Everything becomes... clear. (Clears throat) I can repair it and have it for you tonight. Oh, tonight's the town festival. I wouldn't dream of having you work during such an important occasion. You are planning on attending, aren't you? Oh... Well, actually, ma'am... 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. CHEERING May it stand for all time! Tell me when, gentlemen. DRUMROLL Three! ALL: Two! One! Now! BAND PLAYS APPLAUSE Let the festivities begin! It's fitting you and I are here to witness this. Too bad I didn't bring my camera. Ready, gentlemen? We'll never be able to show it to anybody. Smile, Doc. YEEE-HA! BAND PLAYS BLUEGRASS MUSIC What great music! Yeah, it's got a beat and you can dance to it. Step right up, gentlemen, and test the latest products from Colonel Samuel Cole's Manufacturing Company of Hartford, Connecticut. Now, take this model, for example... 1 Good evening. Evening. You look very...nice. Thank you. Would you like, er... Would you care to... I'd love to. Want to give it a try? No, no. No, thank you. Hey, Doc... Son. Sonny boy! The Doc can dance! Son. Son. Son! Hey, hey. I just told you a baby could handle this weapon. Surely you're not afraid to try something a baby could do. I'm not afraid. Come on then. Step up here like a man. What you do is you just ease that hammer back there and squeeze off a round. No, no, no. Be real smooth, that's the way you do it. Oh God! Can I try that again? Yeah, go on. Tell me, where did you learn to shoot like that? 7-Eleven. You're sure that blacksmith's gonna be here? Sure he's here. Everybody's here tonight. You'll have to check your firearms if you want to join in. (All laugh) Who's gonna make us, tenderfoot? You?! I am. Marshal Strickland. I didn't know you was back. If you can't read the sign, I presume you can read this. Pretty tough armour, pointing a scatter gun at someone. Just like you, I take every advantage I get. Now are you gonna check your iron? I was just joking with you, Deputy. Of course I'm checking my iron. We all were, weren't we, boys? Yeah, right! Tannen. Your knife too. Smile, Marshal. After all, this is a party. The only party I'll be smiling at is the one that sees you at the end of a rope. Have fun! That's how you handle them. Never give an inch. Maintain discipline at all times. Remember that word...discipline. I will, Pa. DANCE CALLER: Over to the side, same old thing... Thank you very much. Why, Mr Eastwood. Nice to see you. I see you've got yourself some respectable clothes now. And a fine hat. Well, a few people didn't like the other one. That one suits you, Mr Eastwood. Very becoming. Oh, thanks. Hey, Frisbie! Far out! What did that mean? It was right in front of him. Aye. DANCE CALLER: Now bow to the partner. You're through! (All cheer) Hey, that's mine! Gimme that! There he is, Buford! Where? There. Dancing with that piece of calico. What are you gonna do, boss? I'll bury this muzzle in his back and nobody will hear the shot. You ain't got but one bullet. I only need one. 'MY DARLING CLEMENTINE' PLAYS I told you to watch your back. Tannen! But you're early. It's a derringer, smithy. Small but effective. The last fella took two whole days to die. Bled to death inside. It was real painful. That means you'd be dead by supper time, Monday. I don't know who you think you are, but we're dancing. Lookie what we have here. Introduce me to the lady. I'd like a dance. I wouldn't give you the pleasure. You'll have to shoot. All right. No, no. I'll dance with him. Keep the blacksmith company while I dance with his filly. Yahoo! Ha ha! Yeah! Ooh! I don't dance well when my partner's carrying a gun. Oh, you'll learn. You'll learn. Maybe I'll just take my $80 worth out of her. Tannen, leave her alone! Whoo! Yeah. I bet there's something you could do that's worth $80. I believe you've underestimated me, mister. Oh, have I now? Oh! Oh! Ow! Clara! Tannen, stop it! Damn you, Tannen! No. I damn you. I damn you...to hell! You! Hey, lighten up, jerk! Mighty strong words, runt. Can you back them up with more than a pie plate? Just leave my friends alone. What's wrong, dude? Are you yellow? That's what I thought - a yellow-belly. Nobody calls me yellow. 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? Are we doing anything Monday? No. Monday would be fine. 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. DOC: Marty! (Cries) 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. Everything concerns the law. Break it up! Any brawling, it's 15 days in the county jail. All right, folks. This is a party! Let's have some fun! (Crowd cheers) 8 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 like a dog. Let's go, boys! Let these sissies have their party! What are you doing, saying you'll meet Tannen? Doc, don't worry about it. Monday morning, 8am. We'll be gone, right? Yes, but what if the train's late? Late? We'll discuss this later. No, now. Thank you for your gallantry. Ma'am. Without you, Emmett might have been shot. Marty...er, Clint, I'm gonna take Clara home. Right. Goodnight, Doc, goodnight, Clara. I'm glad somebody finally stood up to that sonofabitch. I'd like to buy you a drink. I don't want a drink. Young man, I'd like you to have this 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 if you lose, I'm taking it back. Thanks again. You had him, Mr Eastwood. You could have walked away. Nobody would have minded. All it would have been was words, hot air. Instead, you let him rile you, rile you into playing his game, his way, by his rules. Relax. I know what I'm doing. He reminds me of poor Martin. Aye. Who? Me brother. You have a brother named Martin McFly? HAD a brother. Martin used to let men provoke him into fighting. He thought people would think him cowardly if he refused. That's how he got a knife shoved through his belly in Virginia. Never considered the future, poor Martin. God rest his soul. I sure hope you're considering the future, Mr Eastwood. I think about it all the time. CLARA: That crater in the middle north-west. The one up there all by itself. DOC: Uh-huh. That one's called Copernicus. Listen to me! I feel like I'm teaching school. No, no, 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 put this telescope next to my bed so I could see everything out the window. 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. We'll have space vehicles, capsules set aloft with rockets, devices that create giant explosions, explosions so powerful that they... 'They break the pull of gravity and send a 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. 20,000 Leagues Under the Sea - my absolute favourite. When I read that, as a boy, I wanted to meet Captain Nemo... You couldn't have read that as a boy. It was only first published 10 years ago. 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. CUCKOO SOUNDS BELL RINGS CLUCKING SOUND BACON SIZZLES Doc. Doc. Hope you know what you're doing. You talking to me? Are you talking to ME, Tannen? Well, I'm the only one here. Go ahead...make my day. Good morning, Mr Eastwood. Morning. Have a cigar, Mr Eastwood. Anything I can do for you today? Ah, no, it's fine... Good luck tomorrow, Mr Eastwood. We'll pray for you. Thanks. Good morning, Mr Eastwood. Interested in a new suit for tomorrow? Ah...I'm fine. Thanks. Doc. What are you doing? 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. We've got to get ready to roll. Hey, look at that, the tombstone. Marty, let me see that photograph. Oh, my name, it's vanished. Hey, that's great, Doc. We're going back to the future so everything's being erased. But only my name's erased. The tombstone and date remain. That doesn't make sense. We know that this photograph represents what will happen if the events of today run their course into tomorrow. Right. So? Excuse me, Mr Eastwood. I just need your measurements. I don't want to buy a suit. No, this is for your coffin. My coffin?! The odds are running 2:1 against you. Might as well be prepared. Maybe my name's not supposed to end up on here. It may be yours. Great Scott! I know, this is heavy. Why the gun? You're not considering going up against Tannen? Doc, tomorrow we're going back to the future. But if Buford Tannen wants trouble, I'll be ready. You heard what he called me. You can't overreact every time you're called names. That's what gets you 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 make decisions that affect the course of our lives. You've got to do what you've got to do. 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. It could 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 photograph determine my entire destiny. I must live 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. That worked great. I've got to tell her goodbye. Come on, Doc. Think about it. What would you say? 'I'm going back to the future'? She won't understand that. I'm in it and I don't understand it. Doc. Listen. Maybe we can...I don't know, 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 benefit, therefore I must do no less. We shall proceed as planned and when we return to 1985, we'll destroy this infernal machine. Travelling through time has become much too painful. 1 KNOCK AT DOOR It's Emmett, Clara. Oh, Emmett... Won't you come in? I'd better not. I... What's wrong? I've come to say goodbye. Goodbye? 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 realised that I don't belong here. I must go back where I came from. And where might that be? I can't tell you. Well, 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, I'll never forget you. And...I love you. I don't understand what you're saying. Clara, I don't think there's any way that you can understand it. Please, Emmett, I have to know. If you sincerely 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 to take advantage of me. I've heard some whoppers in my day but expecting me to entertain such a notion is so insulting and degrading. All you had to say was, 'I don't want to see you anymore.' That would have been respectful. But that's not the truth. PIANO MUSIC PLAYS Emmett! What can I get you? The usual? No. I'll need something much stronger than that tonight. Sarsaparilla. Whisky, Chester. Whisky? Are you sure? You know what happened to you on July 4th. Whisky. OK. I ain't your papa. I 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 a thousand times, all across the country. I can tell you, 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 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 ` you never know what the future might bring. Ah, the future. Oh, I can tell you about the future. HORSE WHINNIES Oh, man, did I sleep? Ah. What time is it, Doc? Doc! Wake up! Ooh! Get up! Let's go. I've 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 motorised carriages called automobiles. (All laugh) If everybody's got one of these auto-whatsits, does anybody walk or run any more? Of course they run, but for recreation, for fun. Run for fun?! What the hell kind of fun's that? Doc! Doc! How much has he had? None. That's the first one. He hasn't touched it yet. He just likes to hold it. (Man laughs) Doc! Doc! What are you doing? I've lost her, Marty. There's nothing left for me here. That's why you're coming back with me. Where? Back to the future! Right. Let's get going. Great. Gentlemen, excuse me, but we 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 fella that can't hold liquor. Get me some coffee ` black. Joey, coffee! CLOCK STRIKES How far does the 8am train go? San Francisco. I'll take a one-way ticket. You want to sober him up quickly, you'll need something stronger than coffee. What do you suggest? Joey! Let's make some wake-up juice. In about 10 minutes, he's gonna be as sober as a priest on Sunday. 10 minutes?! Why do we cut these things so damn close? Stick this clothes pin on his nose. When he opens up his mouth, go ahead and pour it on down his gullet. Oh, and stand back. Waaaaaaaa! He's still out! That was just a reflex action. It'll take a bit longer for that stuff to work. Perfect. BELL RINGS MARTY: Come on, Doc, wake up, buddy. Wake up, Doc. Come on. Come on. Seamus, wouldn't expect to see you here this morning. Aye, but something inside me told me I should be here as if my future had something to do with it. Come on. He'll come around in a minute. Come on. Come on, Doc. Let's go, let's wake up now, buddy. 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? Um, it means you win without a fight. Without shootin'? He can't... Hey, you can't do that! You know what I think? I think you ain't nothin' but a gutless yellow turd. I'm givin' you to ten to come out here and prove I'm wrong. One! Doc! Sober up, buddy. Come on! Two! Get out there, son. I've bet $20 on you so don't let me down. Three! I've bet $30 agin you so don't let ME down. Four! You better face up to it, son, cos if you don't go out... What? Five! What if I don't go out there? You're a coward. Six! And you'll be branded a coward forever! 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. I don't care what anybody says. Doc! Doc, you OK? I think so. Whoa! What a headache. You got a back door? Yeah, in the back. Let's go, Doc. Are you coming out or must I come in after you? What I really miss is Tylenol. Hey! Reach, blacksmith! BELL CLANGS Yes, sir, that poor fella last night had the worst case of broken heart I've ever seen. When he said he didn't know how he could live his life knowing how much hurt he'd caused that little girl, well, I really felt for him right here. Listen up, Eastwood. I aim to shoot somebody today and I'd prefer it be you but if you're too damned yellow, it'll just have to be your blacksmith friend. Forget about me, Marty, and save yourself! You got one minute to decide. Do you hear me, runt? One minute! I've never seen someone so broken up over a woman. What was her name? Cara? Sarah? Clara. Clara! Excuse me. Ma'am? But was this man tall with puppy-dog eyes and long silvery hair? You know him! Emmett! BRAKES SCREECH (All exclaim) Time's up, runt! (Cocks gun) Prepare to meet your maker, blacksmith. Right here, Tannen. Draw! No! I thought we could settle this like men. You thought wrong, dude. (Chuckles evilly) Thank you. (Laughs) FLY BUZZES (Cocks gun) (Screams) Ahhh! 1 (Spectators laugh) That was good. SOUND OF HORSES' HOOVES GALLOPING You know what I think? No. I think Buford's going to jail. Yeah. Get him out of that shit. Get 'em! Buford Tannen, you're under arrest for robbing the Pine City stage. You got anything to say? I hate manure. Look! Yes! TRAIN WHISTLE BLOWS The train! Can we make it? We'll cut 'em off at Coyote Pass. BOY: Hey! Hey, mister! Mr Eastwood. Here's your gun, mister. Thanks, kid. Seamus. It's worth $12. Never been used. Maybe I'll trade it for a new hat. Right. And take care of that baby. (Horse neighs) I will! Emmett! Emmett! Emmett! Time machine. 1 r Come on! Come on! Jump! No! Give me your hand. (Both groan and gasp) Hang on tight! Oh! Oh! Yah! Whoa! Hoo! Come on, Marty! Wah! (Gasps) Come on, let's go! Masks on. Reach! Is this a hold-up? It's a science experiment. Stop the train before you hit the switch track ahead. Doc! Uncouple the cars from the tender. TRAIN WHISTLE BLOWS I wanted to do that all my life. What are these things anyway? My own version of Cresta logs. They're chemically treated to burn hotter and longer. I use them in my forge. These three will ignite sequentially, make the fire burn hotter and make the train go faster. (Horse neighs) TRAIN WHISTLE BLOWS Heeya! Ready to roll! WHISTLE BLOWS 1 SOUND OF HORSE'S HOOVES Emmett! Marty, are the time circuits on? MACHINE BEEPS Check, Doc. Input the destination time as October 27, 1985, 11:OOam. Check! We're cruising at a steady 25 miles an hour, Doc. I'm throwing in the Cresta logs. Marty, the blue 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. (Urges horse on) Hopefully we'll hit 88mph before the needle gets much past 2,000. Why? What happens after it hits 2,000? The whole boiler explodes. Perfect. Hey, Doc, we just hit 35! OK, Marty, I'm coming aboard. Emmett! (Faintly) Emmett! Come on, come on! Hold on to something, Doc. The yellow log's about to blow! Oh! Golly. We just passed 40, Doc! (Faintly) Emmett! Emmett! Emmett! We just passed 45, Doc. Go for it! 50! TRAIN WHISTLE BLOWS WHISTLE BLOWS 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 50. You'll never make it. 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! 60 miles an hour, Doc! You're doing fine! Nice and steady. Come on! Just a little further! I can't, Emmett. I'm scared. 70! 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's about to blow! (Screams) (Screams) Clara! Whoaaaa! Emmett! DRESS RIPS (Screams) I can't reach you! Clara, hold on. I can't... (Screams) Doc, I'll slip you the Hoverboard. Marty, watch out! (Screams) (Screams) Emmett, help! Hold on, Clara. Doc! Ready, Doc? Catch it! Yes! Yes! Emmett! Hold on! (Screams) Yes! 1 EXPLOSIONS RAILROAD CROSSING BELL CLANGS CAR HORN SOUNDS TRAIN WHISTLE BLASTS Oh shit! TRAIN WHISTLE BLASTS Argh! ELECTRICAL BUZZING Well, Doc,... it's destroyed,... just like you wanted. Butt-head, get away from... Watch it, Biff. Marty, I didn't mean to scare you! I didn't recognise you. What are you doing? Putting on the second coat. You gone cowboy, huh? Come on, guys. We'll be late for brunch. Dad, we won't hold your reservations all day. I can't find my other glasses. Lorraine, have you seen them? They're in your suede jacket. Marty, we thought you went to the lake. You wore that? You're all back to normal! Who are you supposed to be - Clint Eastwood? Right. I've got to go get Jennifer. I really like that hat, Marty. (Starts engine) Thanks, Biff. Jennifer. Jen. Jennifer. Mmm! (Sighs) Marty. Marty! I had the worst nightmare! Marty, that dream I had is so real! It's 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, ah... this is where we're going to live. Someday. Marty, it WAS a dream...wasn't it? TYRES SCREECH, LOUD MUSIC (Laughs) Hey! The pigtail! 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! (Laughs) Whoo! (All laugh) Marty, don't. Grab hold of something. Go the hog! Get on! MOTORS REV Yeah, go! Go! Go! Go! ALL: Whoo! TYRES SCREECH Oh! Did you do that on purpose? Yeah. You think I'm stupid enough to race that asshole? HORN BLARES, TYRES SCREECH Jeez! I would have hit that Rolls-Royce. MAGICAL TINKLING It erased. You're right. There's not much left. Doc's never coming back. I'm sure gonna miss him, Jen. BELL CLANGS 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. (Laughs) Boys, this is Marty and Jennifer. Doc, I thought I'd never see you again. 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. 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! TRAIN WHISTLE BLOWS