Back To The Future Part III Page #3

Dance! Come on!

Come on, runt!

You can dance better than that!

Sh*t.

-You better run, squirrel.

-Get him!

We got ourselves a new courthouse.

It's high time we had a hanging!

Look at him sway.

Yeah, haven't had a hanging in a long time!

I shoot the fleas off a dog's back

at 500 yards, Tannen...

...and it's pointed 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,

I'd say that makes us even.

Wrong!

I was on my horse when it happened,

and I got throwed off!

That caused me to bust a perfectly

good bottle of fine Kentucky redeye.

The way I figure it, blacksmith,

you owe me $5 for the whiskey...

...and $75 for the horse!

That's the $80.

If your horse threw a shoe,

bring him back and I'll reshoe him.

I shot that horse!

-That's your problem, Tannen.

-Wrong. That's yours.

From now on,

you better be looking behind you when you walk.

Because one day you're gonna get

a bullet in your back.

Doc!

Marty, I gave you explicit instructions

not to come here...

...but to go directly back to 1985.

I know, but I had to come.

It's good to see you, Marty.

You've got 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 7"?

That's this Monday!

Now I wish I'd paid him off.

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.

My involvement in such a social relationship...

...here in 1885...

...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! Hello, Emmett.

Hubert.

It's the mayor.

Excuse me, Emmett.

Do you remember last week

when you volunteered...

...to meet the new schoolteacher

at the station?

Yes, quite so.

We just got word she's coming in tomorrow.

Here are the details for you.

Thanks for all your help.

Anytime, Hubert.

Oh!

Her name's Miss 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 concept.

It's not science.

You meet the right girl, it hits you 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, I hope she's all right.

I can't believe we just left her on the porch.

Don't worry. She'll be fine.

When you burned the almanac in 1955,

the normal timeline was restored.

Once we're back in 1985...

...you just have to go to her house

to wake her up.

Turn that valve over there,

all the way to the right.

Yeah, pull it all the way around.

Let's go!

Ice tea?

No, thanks.

It's a refrigerator.

I guess Miss Clayton

will have to find other transportation.

If I never meet her, there's no possibility

of a romantic infatuation.

-You're the doc.

-All right.

We'll get the DeLorean and get back to the future.

I tore a hole in the gas tank

when I was landing...

...so we'll have to patch it up

and get some gas.

You mean, 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 in the next century.

Without gasoline,

we can't get the DeLorean up to 88 mph.

So what do we do?

-Twenty-four!

-It's no use, Marty!

Even the fastest horse in the world

won't run more than 35, 40 miles an hour!

Bartender said 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 will take me a month to rebuild it.

A month?

-You're gonna get shot on Monday!

-I know!

I wish...

Wait.

I've got it! We can roll it down a steep hill!

We'll never find a smooth enough surface.

Unless...

Of course! Ice!

We'll wait until winter

when the lake freezes over.

Winter? What are you saying?

Monday is three days away!

All right. Let's just think

this thing through logically.

We know it won't run under its own power.

We know we can't pull it.

But if we could figure out a way...

...to push it up to 88 miles an hour...

That's it.

How fast can she go?

Why, I've had her up to 55 myself.

I heard that Fearless Frank Fargo

got one of these up to near 70...

...out past Verde Junction.

Do you think it's possible to get it up to 90?

Ninety? Tarnation.

Who would 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?

I suppose, if you had a straight

stretch of track with a level grade...

...and you weren't hauling no cars...

...and if you could get the fire hot enough.

I'm talking about hotter than the blazes

of Hell itself.

It might be possible to get her up that fast.

When does the next train come through?

Monday morning at 8:00.

Here. This spur that runs

off the main line 3 miles out to Clayton Ravine.

It's a long stretch of level track

that will still exist in 1985.

This is where we'll push the DeLorean

with the locomotive.

Funny. This map calls Clayton Ravine

"Shonash Ravine."

That must be the old Indian name for it.

It's perfect.

A long run that goes

across the bridge over the ravine...

...over near that Hilldale housing development.

Right, but according to this map...

...there is no bridge.

Well, Doc, we can scratch that idea.

We can't wait for this thing to get finished.

Marty, it's perfect.

You're not thinking fourth dimensionally.

Right. 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 we get the DeLorean

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 train?

It will be a spectacular wreck.

Too bad no one will be around to see it.

Help me!

Great Scott!

Hurry!

Jump!

Thank you, sir. You saved my...

...life.

Emmett Brown at your service, Miss...

Clayton.

Clara Clayton.

Clara?

What a beautiful name.

May I help you inside with these?

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, and we have to get going.

Ma'am, good luck

with your school teaching and everything.

Clara.

I'll straighten everything out

for the buckboard rental.

Don't worry about that.

I feel somewhat responsible for what happened.

That would be very gentlemanly of you,

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