Back To The Future Part III Page #6

We don't belong here.

Neither one of us.

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 live 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.

-That worked great.

-I've at least got to tell her good-bye.

Come on, Doc.

Think about it. What will you say to her?

"I've got to go back to the future"?

She won't understand that.

Hell, I'm in it with you,

and I don't even understand it.

Doc.

Listen.

Maybe we...

Maybe we can just take Clara with us.

To the future?

As you reminded me, I'm a scientist,

so I must be scientific about this.

I cautioned you about disrupting

the continuum for your own benefit.

Therefore, I must do no less.

We shall proceed as planned,

and as soon as we return to 1985...

...we'll destroy this infernal machine.

Traveling through time

has become much too painful.

It's Emmett, Clara.

Emmett, won't you come in?

No, I better not. I...

What's wrong?

I've come to say good-bye.

Good-bye? 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 realized that I don't belong here,

and I have to go back where I came from.

Where might that be?

I can't tell you.

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 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, 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 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

in order to take advantage of me.

I've heard some whoppers in my day...

...but the fact that you'd expect me

to believe this...

...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 have been respectful!

But that's not the truth.

Good to see you, too.

Emmett. What can I get you, the usual?

No, Chester, I'll need something

a lot stronger than that tonight.

-Sarsaparilla.

-Whiskey, Chester.

Whiskey? Are you sure?

You know what happened to you

on the Fourth of July.

Whiskey.

Okay, I ain't your papa.

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

on a man's face...

...a thousand times all across the country.

All I can tell you, friend,

is you'll get over her.

Clara was one in a million.

One in a billion. One in a googolplex.

The woman of my dreams,

and I've 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...

...it's that you never know

what the future might bring.

The future. I can tell you about the future.

Man, did I sleep.

What time is it, Doc?

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 they run, but for recreation, for fun.

Run for fun?

What the hell kind of fun is that?

Doc!

How much has he had?

None. That's the first one,

and he hasn't touched it yet.

He just likes to hold it.

Doc!

What are you doing?

I've lost her, Marty.

There's nothing left for me here.

That's why you gotta come back with me.

-Where?

-Back to the future!

-Right! Let's get going!

-Great.

Gentlemen, excuse me.

My friend and I have to catch a train.

Here's to you, blacksmith.

-And to the future.

-Amen.

-Amen.

-Emmett, no!

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 fellow that can't hold his liquor.

-Get me some black coffee!

-Joey, coffee!

Ma'am?

-How far does the 8:00 train go?

-San Francisco is the end of the line.

I'll take a one-way ticket.

To sober him up in a hurry,

you need something a lot stronger than coffee.

What do you suggest?

Joey, let's make some wake-up juice.

Come on, Doc, swallow.

In about 10 minutes...

...he's gonna be as sober as a priest on Sunday.

Ten minutes!

Why do we cut these things so damn close?

Here, stick this clothespin on his nose.

When he opens up his mouth,

go ahead and pour it on down his gullet.

Stand back.

-He's still out!

-That was just a reflex action.

It'll take a few more minutes

for the stuff to clear up his head.

Perfect.

Come on, Doc. Wake up, buddy.

Wake up, Doc!

Seamus?

Wouldn't expect to see you here this morning.

Aye. Something inside me told me

I should be here...

...as if my future had something to do with it.

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 8:
00 and I'm calling you out.

It's not 8:
00 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'll have to forfeit.

-Forfeit?

What's that mean?

-It means that you win without a fight.

-Without shooting? He can't do that.

You can't do that!

You know what I think?

I think you ain't nothing but a gutless,

yellow turd!

I'm giving you to the count of 10

to come out here and prove I'm wrong!

One!

Doc, come on, sober up, buddy.

Two!

You better get out there, son.

I got $20 gold bet on you, so don't let me down.

Three!

I got $30 gold bet against you,

so don't let me down.

Four!

You better face up to it, son,

because if you don't go out there...

What?

Five!

-What if I don't go out there?

-You're a coward.

Six!

And you'll be branded a coward

for the rest of your days!

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 10,

you gutless, yellow pie-slinger!

He's an a**hole!

I don't care what Tannen says!

I don't care what anybody else says either.

Doc, you okay?

I think so.

What a headache!

-You got a back door to this place?

-It's in the back.

Let's go.

Are you coming out here

or do I have to come in after you?

The thing I really miss here is Tylenol.

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