by Bob Gale
Doc: To the future? (pauses) You've reminded me, Marty, I'm a scientist so I must be scientific about this. I cautioned you about disruption of the continuum for your own personal benefit; therefore I must do no less. We will proceed as planned, and as soon as we return to 1985 we'll destroy this infernal machine. Travelling through time has become much too painful.
Once again, Doc exits and Marty stares after him in confusion. We cut to later that night. A fire burns and Marty lies asleep next to it. Doc gets up and walks off. We then cut to Clara's house. Clara is inside writing at her desk when she hears a knock on the door.
Doc: (o.s) It's Emmett, Clara.
Clara smiles and opens the door for him.
Clara: Oh, Emmett, won't you come in?
Doc: No...I better not. I...
Clara: What's wrong?
Doc: I've come to say goodbye.
Clara: Goodbye? Well, where ya going?
Doc: I'm going away...and I'm afraid I'll never see you again.
Clara: Emmett...
Doc: Clara, I want you know that I care about you deeply, but I realise that I don't belong here, and I have to go back to where I came from.
Clara: And where might that be?
Doc: I can't tell you.
Clara: Well, wherever you're going, take me with you!
Doc: I can't, Clara. I wish it didn't have to be this way, but just believe me when I say that I'll never forget you and that...I love you.
Clara: I don't understand what you're trying to say.
Doc: Clara, I don't think there's anyway that you can understand it.
Clara: Please, Emmett, please - I have to know. If you sincerely do love me...then tell me the truth.
Doc: All right then. I'm from the future.
Clara looks at him in disbelief.
Doc: (continued) I came here in a time machine that I invented and tomorrow I have to go back to the year 1985.
Clara now has a strange look on her face.
Clara: Yes, Emmett, I do understand.
Doc is relieved she understands, but does she? Maybe not, as Clara slowly walks to him.
Clara: (continued) I understand that because you know I'm partial to the writings of Jules Verne you concocted those mendacity's in order to take advantage of me!
She slaps him on his cheek!
Clara: (continued) 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!
She slams the door in his face. Doc stares after her.
Doc: But that's not the truth!
He knows he's blown it though. Heartbroken, Doc takes the flower from his suit and leaves it on Clara's windowsill. He sadly walks away, as we look through the window to see Clara crying on her bed. We cut to the Saloon. Chester and the 3 Old Timers are there as usual.
Chester: Emmett! What can I get you, the usual?
Doc: No, Chester, I'm gonna need something a lot stronger than that tonight.
Chester: Sarsaparilla.
Doc: Whiskey, Chester.
Chester stares at Doc.
Chester: Whiskey? Emmett, are you sure? You know what happened to you on the 4th of July...
Doc: Whiskey.
Chester takes out a bottle of whiskey.
Chester: OK, I ain't your papa.
He pours some into a glass.
Chester: I just don't wanna see you losing the whole thing.
Doc stops him from putting the bottle back.
Doc: You can leave the bottle.
A bearded man, the BARBED WIRE SALESMAN sits next to Doc and starts speaking to him.
Barbed Wire Salesman: 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. Well I can tell you, friend. You'll get over her.
Doc: Oh-ho. 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.
Barbed Wire Salesman: I can assure you, sir, there are other women. I have peddled this barbed wire all across the country, and it has taught me one thing for certain. It's that you never know what the future might bring.
Doc: Oh-ho, the future, I can tell you about the future.
SEPTEMBER 7, 1885
Next day. It's dawn at the campfire and Marty wakes up. He realises he slept on his gun all night.
Marty: Oh...oh, man, did I sleep...what time is it, Doc?
Marty looks across - Doc isn't there!
Marty: Doc!
Marty looks at the photo again. The words "Clint Eastwood" are beginning to appear on it. Marty sees Doc's horse is gone and wonders where he went. We cut to another campfire, where Buford's gang lie sleeping. Buford himself though is very much awake. During the following he kicks his gang members to wake them up.
Buford: Wake up! I got me a runt to kill!
Gang Member 1: It's still early, boss.
Gang Member 2: It's still early!
Buford: I'm hungry.
Cut to the saloon. Doc is talking to everyone in there. He speaks in a distant voice, as if he is unaware of anyone else in there. Of course he knows there are people in there, but that is how he is talking.
Doc: ...but in the future, we don't need horses. We have horseless carriages called automobiles.
Old Timer 1 laughs.
Old Timer 1: If everybody's got one of these automo-whatsits, does anybody walk or run anymore?
Doc: Of course they run. But for recreation, for fun.
Old Timer 1: Run for fun? Ha! Ha! What the hell kind of fun is that?
The other two old timers laugh hysterically. Meanwhile in town Marty gets off his horse and runs into the blacksmith shop.
Marty: Doc! Doc!
Marty sees Doc isn't there and leaves, spotting the saloon. We cut back to the saloon.
Old Timer 1: How much has he had?
Chester: None. That's his first one and he hasn't touched it, yet. He just likes to hold it.
The Old Timers laugh as Marty runs in and spots Doc.
Marty: Doc! Doc! What're you doing'?
Doc: I lost her, Marty. There's nothing left for me here.
Marty: All right, so that's why you've gotta come back with me.
Doc: Where?
Marty: Back to the future!
Doc springs to life. He realises what he has to do. He puts his glass down.
Doc: Right. Let's get going!
Marty: Great!
Doc: Gentlemen, excuse me, but my friend and I have to catch a train.
Old Timer 1: Here's to ya, blacksmith.
Old Timer 2: And to the future!
Old Timer 3: Amen.
The Old Timers raise their glasses to Doc.
Doc: Amen.
Doc raises his glass to them. Chester realises what is about to happen.
Chester: Emmett, no!!
Too late. Doc swallows the whiskey. Marty and Chester watch in horror as Doc steps forward, and faints onto the Old Timer's table.
Marty: Doc! Doc! Doc! C'mon, Doc, wake up, wake up, Doc. (to Chester) How many did he have?
Chester: Just one.
Marty can't believe it!
Marty: Just one?! (to Doc) C'mon, Doc.
Chester: There's a fella that can't hold his liquor.
Marty: Gimme some coffee... black.
Chester: (calling to his assistant) Joey, coffee!
Marty looks out the window. The clock is outside. It's 7.45. 15 minutes to go. We cut to a road, where Buford and his gang ride towards Hill Valley. We then cut to the train station. Clara is at the ticket office, speaking to the CLERK.
Clerk: Ma'am.
Clara: How far does the 8 o'clock train go?
Clerk: San Francisco's the end of the line.
Clara: I'll take a one way ticket.
Back in the saloon, Marty feeds Doc coffee, but it isn't working.
Chester: You want to sober him up in a hurry, son, you're gonna have to use something a lot stronger than coffee.
Marty: Yeah, what do you suggest?
Chester smiles as he calls to JOEY, his assistant.
Chester: Joey. Let's make some wake up juice.
Joey and Chester set out a variety of ingredients as they make the wake-up juice.
Chester: In about 10 minutes, he's gonna be as sober as a priest on Sunday.
Marty: 10 minutes?
Marty again looks at the clock. It is now 7.50.
Marty: Why do we have to cut these things so damn close?
Chester walks over with a funnel, clothes peg and the glass of liquid.
Chester: Here, stick this clothespin on his nose, and when he opens up his mouth, go ahead and pour it on down his throat. Oh, and stand back.
Marty does as Chester says, but nothing happens. Suddenly Doc stands up, opening his eyes and jumps up!
Doc: Wah! Hot! Hot!
Doc runs out and crashes into the horse trawl, filled with water. He doesn't move as Marty, Chester and Joey run after him. They lift him out and look at his face.
Marty: He's still out!
They bring Doc back into the saloon.
Chester: Oh, that, that was just a reflex action. It's gonna take a few more minutes for the stuff to really clear up his head.
Marty: Perfect.
Cut to the station. Clara boards the train. Cut back to the saloon. Seamus enters as Marty and Chester are slapping Doc's face to wake him up.
Marty: C'mon, Doc, c'mon...wake up, buddy. C'mon, wake up, Doc, c'mon, c'mon.
Chester: Seamus. Wouldn't expect to see you here this morning.
Seamus: Aye. But something inside me told me I should be 'ere. I think my future had something to do with it.
Marty stares at Seamus for a second, then Chester speaks bringing Marty back to reality.
Chester: He'll come around in a minute.
Marty: C'mon, Doc, c'mon...wake up, now, buddy, c'mon.
Buford: (o.s) Are you in there, Eastwood?
Marty looks out the window. It's a few minutes to 8! Buford's early! Marty then spots him outside yelling into the Saloon.
Buford: It's eight o'clock, and I'm calling you out.
Marty yells through the closed window.
Marty: It's not 8 o'clock yet!
Buford: It is by my watch! Let's settle this once and for all, runt. Or ain't you got the guts?
Marty looks at the photo again. It now says "here Lies Clint Eastwood". Marty gulps.
Marty: Listen. I'm not really feeling up to this today. So I'm gonna have to forfeit!
Cut to outside.
Buford: Forfeit? Forfeit!
He turns to his gang, confused.
Buford: What's that mean?
Gang Member 1: Uh, it means that you win without a fight.
Buford: Without shooting'? Hey, he can't do that! (to Marty) You can't do that! You know what I think? I think you're a gutless yella turd. And I'm giving ya to the count of 10 to come out here and prove I'm wrong. 1!
Cut back to the saloon.
Marty: Doc!! C'mon, sober up, buddy, let's go.
Buford: (o.s) 2!
Old Timer 1: You better get out there son - I got $20 going betting on ya so you can't let me down.
Old Timer 2: I got $30 going betting against you so don't let me down.
Buford: (o.s) 3! 4!
Old Timer 3: You better face up to it son, because if you don't go out there...
Buford: (o.s) 5!
Marty: What? What if I don't go out there?
Eyepatch: You're a coward!
Buford: (o.s) 6!
Toothless: And you'll be branded a coward for the rest of your days!
Old Timer 3: Everybody, everywhere, will say Clint Eastwood is the biggest yeller belly in the west.
Most of the people in the saloon shake their heads in agreement. Outside, Buford looks at his gang. He doesn't know what comes after 6. Gang Member 1 holds up 7 fingers for him.
Buford: 7!
Back in the saloon, a MAN slides a gun to Marty.
Man: Here.
Buford: (o.s) 8!
Marty: I already got a gun.
Marty passes it back.
Buford: (o.s) 9!
Marty stares at everyone. They stare back. Cut to outside.
Buford: 10! You hear me, runt? I said that's 10, you gutless yella pie slinger.
Cut back to Marty.
Marty: He's an asshole! I don't care what Tannen says! And I don't care what anybody else says either.
Doc suddenly wakes up.
Doc: Whoa!
Marty: Doc, Doc, you OK?
Doc: I think so. Whoa, what a headache!
Marty turns to Chester
Marty: Listen, you got a back door to this place?
Chester: Yeah, it's in the back.
Marty: C'mon, Doc, let's go.
They walk to the back door.
Buford: (o.s) Are you coming out here, runt, or do I have to go in there after ya?
Marty and Doc leave through the back door and climb down some stairs in the alleyway.
Doc: The thing I really miss here is Tylenol.
But they are spotted by Buford's gang.
Gang Member 1: Hey! Freeze blacksmith!
Marty manages to jump away. Doc freezes. Cut to the train. The whistle blows as the train leaves Hill Valley. Clara is sitting alone. Behind her, the Barbed Wire Salesman and a friend are talking.
Barbed Wire Salesman: Yes sir, that poor fella last night had the biggest case of broken heart I have ever seen! And when he said that he didn't know how he could live the rest of his life knowing how much hurt he'd caused that little girl? Well, I really felt for him. I did. Right here.
Cut back to outside the saloon. Marty watches out of a window as Buford and his gang hold Doc.
Buford: Listen up, Eastwood! I intend to shoot somebody today and I'd prefer it to be you. But if you're just too damn yella, I guess it'll just have to be your blacksmith friend.
Doc: Forget about me, Marty, and save yourself!
Buford: You got one minute to decide. You hear me runt? One minute!
Marty turns, wondering what he should do. He notices a stove. Cut back to the train.
Barbed Wire Salesman: I never seen a man so broken up over a woman. What'd you say her name was? Cara? Sara?
Friend: Clara?
Barbed Wire Salesman: Clara!
Clara has been listening and turns to them.
Clara: Excuse me.
Barbed Wire Salesman: Ma'am.
Clara: But was this man tall, with great big brown puppy dog eyes and long silvery flowing hair??
Barbed Wire Salesman: You know him?
Clara: Emmett!
Clara stops the train by pulling on a string. She gets out and runs back towards Hill Valley. Cut back to outside the saloon. No sign of Marty.
Buford: Times up, runt!
He points his gun towards Doc.
Buford: Prepare to meet your maker, blacksmith.
Marty: (o.s) Right here, Tannen!
Buford turns to see Marty. Marty has his gun around his waist. They get into positions like shooting scenes in Western movies. The people inside the Saloon come out and join the crowd.
Buford: Draw!
Marty: No!
Marty throws his gun down.
Marty: (continued) I thought we could settle this like men.
Buford: You thought wrong, dude.
Buford shoots Marty and Marty falls. Is this the end? Buford thinks so and walks over to him, laughing. Doc looks at Marty in disbelief.
Buford: Ahh, thank ya!
Buford steps right in front of Marty, aiming to finish him off. Marty suddenly kicks Buford's gun out of his hand. He lifts up his tunic to reveal the stove. He's using it just like a bulletproof vest! Just like in the Clint Eastwood movie "A Fistful Of Dollars" (which Biff was watching in 1985-A)
. Buford tries to punch Marty but breaks his hand. Marty takes off his "vest" and hits Buford on the head with it. Buford falls, gets up again and Marty punches Buford. Buford crashes into the gravestone that should say "Here Lies Clint Eastwood" before landing headfirst into a manure cart. Everyone stares and then begins to laugh.
Seamus: That was good.
The Deputy Marshall and his officers are seen riding towards them. The Gang Members spot them.
Gang Member 1: You know what I think? I think Buford's going to jail.
Gang Member 2: You're right.
They let Doc go and run off, but Doc trips one of them up. He gets up and follows the other 2.
Deputy Marshall: Get him out of that shit. (re: gang) Get them!
Most of the officers chase after Buford's gang. The Deputy himself points his rifle at Buford's head.
Deputy Marshall: Buford Tannen, you're under arrest for robbing the Pine City Stage. You got anything to say?
Buford slowly spits some manure.
Buford: I hate manure.
Where is Marshall Strickland during all this? In a cut scene he was shot by Buford Tannen, but you could also say he was attending to other business or was attending a hanging or something like that. Meanwhile, back in Hill Valley:
Doc: (to Marty) Look!
Doc points to the broken tombstone. Marty gets the photo out just in time to see the tombstone vanish from the photo.
Marty: Yes!
Suddenly they hear the train whistle.
Doc: The train!
Marty: Can we make it?
Doc: We'll have to cut it off at Coyote Pass!
Music: A Science Experiment (The Train Part 1) by Alan Silvestri
Marty and Doc get on their horses. A BOY stops Marty.
Boy: Hey Mr, Mr Eastwood. Here's your gun, Mr.
He gives the gun to Marty.
Marty: Thanks, kid.
Marty spots Seamus by the saloon. Seamus grins at him and fakes a punch.
Marty: Seamus!
Marty throws the gun to Seamus. Seamus catches it.
Marty: Worth $12, never been used.
Seamus: Maybe I'll trade it for a new hat.
Marty: Right, and take care of that baby!
He and Doc ride off.
Seamus: I will!
Clara runs down the street and enters Doc's shop.
Clara: Emmett! Emmett! Emmett!
Clara sees the model Doc used to demonstrate the plan. She sees the model DeLorean.