Back To The Future Part III Page #2

That's one week after you wrote the letter!

"Erected in eternal memory

by his beloved Clara."

Who the hell is Clara?

-Please don't stand there!

-Right. Sorry.

I have to get another picture.

"Shot in the back by Buford Tannen

over a matter of $80"?

What kind of a future do you call that?

"Buford Tannen was a notorious gunman...

"...whose short temper and a tendency to drool...

"...earned him the nickname 'Mad Dog.'

"He was quick on the trigger

and bragged he had killed 12 men...

"...not including Indians or Chinamen."

Does it name me? Am I one of the 12?

Wait.

"This claim cannot be proven

since precise records were not kept...

"...after Tannen shot a newspaper editor...

"...who printed an unfavorable story

about him in 1884."

That's why we can't find anything.

Look.

William McFly and family.

Your relatives?

My great-grandfather's name

was William. That's him. Good-Iooking guy.

McFlys, but no Browns.

Maybe it was a mistake.

Maybe that grave wasn't yours.

There could've been

another Emmett Brown in 1885.

Did you have any relatives here back then?

The Browns didn't come to Hill Valley

until 1908. Then they were the von Brauns.

My father changed our name

during World War I.

Look.

Great Scott, it's me!

Then it is true, all of it.

It is me who goes back there and gets shot.

It's not gonna happen, Doc.

After you fix the time circuits

and put new tires on the DeLorean...

...I'm going back to 1885,

and I'm bringing you home.

The clothes fit?

Everything except the boots.

They're kind of tight.

Are you sure this stuff is authentic?

Of course.

Haven't you ever seen a Western?

Yeah, I have.

Clint Eastwood never wore anything like this.

-Clint who?

-Right. You haven't heard of him yet.

You have to wear the boots.

You can't wear those futuristic things

back in 1885.

You shouldn't be wearing them

here in 1955.

-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 for your walkie-talkies.

What about that floating device?

Hoverboard.

All right.

It's gonna be a long walk

back to Hill Valley from here.

It's 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 existed in the past.

This was all completely open country...

...so you'll have plenty of runout space

when you arrive.

Remember, where you're going,

there are no roads.

There's a small cave over there which will be

a good place to hide the time vehicle.

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...

...September 2, that's a Wednesday.

September 2, 1885, 8:00 a.m.

I get shot on Monday the 7th.

You have five days to locate me.

According to my letter, I'm a blacksmith,

so I probably have a shop somewhere.

All you got to do is drive the time vehicle...

...directly toward that screen,

accelerating to 88 miles an hour.

Wait a minute.

If I drive straight 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.

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.

Indians!

The cave!

Charge!

Sh*t! The cavalry!

Damn, I ripped the fuel line.

Maggie! Fetch some water!

We got a hurt man here.

Mom.

Mom, is that you?

There, there.

You've been asleep for nearly six hours.

I had this horrible nightmare.

I dreamed I was in a Western.

I was being chased by all these Indians...

...and a bear.

You're safe and sound now

here at the McFly farm.

"McFly farm"?

You're my...

You're my...

-Who are you?

-The name is Maggie McFly.

McFly?

Maggie?

And that's Mrs. McFly,

and don't you be forgetting the "Mrs."

What might your name be, sir?

It's...

Eastwood.

Clint Eastwood.

You hit your head, Mr. Eastwood.

Not too serious, but lucky for you

Seamus found you when he did.

Seamus.

Me husband.

You'll be excusing me, while I tend to William.

William.

That's okay, Will.

That's William?

Aye.

William Sean McFly,

the first of our family to be born in America.

It's okay, Will.

This here is Mr. Clint Eastwood visiting.

He sure likes you.

Maggie.

I've got supper.

I'm not one to pry

into a man's personal affairs...

...but exactly how is it

you came to be way out here...

...without a horse, or boots, or a hat?

Well, my...

...horse broke down and a bear ate my boots...

...and I just forgot my hat.

How could you forget a thing like your hat?

-Would you like some water?

-Yeah.

I'll tell you what I'll do, Mr. Eastwood.

I'll help you find your blacksmith friend.

You can stay the night in the barn...

...and tomorrow I'll take you

as far as the railroad tracks.

You can follow them straight into town.

I'll even give you a hat.

That's great. Thanks.

That's my William.

Wee Willy.

Yes.

I think you'll find the barn comfortable.

Never had any complaints about it

from the pigs.

Seamus.

A word with you.

Aye.

Will you hold him for a minute?

Are you sure you're not bringing a curse

on this house taking him in like that?

-He's such a strange young man.

-Aye, but I've just got a feeling about him.

Looking after him is the right thing to do.

That's important.

Hey, buddy.

Look how the baby takes to him.

Little Will never takes to strangers.

It's almost as if he's connected to us.

Hey, Will.

So you're my great-grandfather.

The first McFly born in America.

And you peed on me.

Give us some soap.

Here you go.

Take a look and see

what just breezed in the door.

I didn't know the circus was in town.

Must have got that shirt off a dead Chinese.

What will it be, stranger?

I'll have...

..ice water.

Ice water?

Water?

You want water, you better dunk your head

in the horse trough out there.

In here, we pour whiskey.

-Excuse me.

-For what?

I'm trying to find a blacksmith.

Hey, McFly!

Thought I told you never to come in...

You ain't Seamus McFly.

You look like him, though,

especially with that dog-ugly hat.

You kin to that hay barber?

-What's your name, dude?

-Marty...

Eastwood.

Clint Eastwood.

-What kind of stupid name is that?

-He's the runt of the litter.

Boys, would you 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 kind of skins is them?

What's that writing mean?

"Nike"? Is that Indian 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.

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