Back to the Future III (Part 1)

(Open POV)

Courthouse Square...

1955 Doc is at the clocktower. He's on it holding the cables. He watches the DeLorean from the first movie, with 1955 Marty and 1955 Jared inside, approach the clocktower. Doc finishes connecting everything and then slides down the rope.

"Argh!" Doc said, and the DeLorean hits 88 mph and lets off blue flashes - it's about ready to travel through time.

Doc gets the cable out of the branch. Lightning strikes it, and the lightning causes electricity to go down the cables, which Doc reconnects just in time, getting himself a slight electric shock as he does so.

"Ahh!" Doc said, while the lightning enters the flux capacitor with 1955 Marty and 1955 Jared gets sent back to 1985 as the scientist dances with delight because the experiment was successful. "Yoo! It works! Ha, ha, ha!"

And then he turns to the Courthouse. After looking at it, he turns to his car - and 1985 Marty and 1985 Jared come running up to him.

"Doc! Doc! Doc! DOC! DOC!" Marty said, looking at Doc.

Doc spins around and sees 1985 Marty and 1985 Jared. He is in shock.

"AHH!" Doc said, looking between Marty and Jared.

"Doc, relax. Everything's okay. It's us! It's Marty and Jared!" Jared said, as Marty grabbed Doc's arms.

"No it can't be you two...I just sent you both back to the future!"

"We know, you did send us back to the future, but we're back, we're back from the future!" Marty said, happily.

"Great Scott!" Doc said, fainting in front of Marty and Jared.

"Doc. C'mon." Marty said, as he and Jared looked down at an unconscious Doc.

Marty and Jared are driving Doc home in the pouring rain following the lightning, bringing him home.

(Jared's POV)

Doc's home...

I hung the letter from the Doc in 1885 over the fire to dry. The next morning, Marty is sleeping in a chair with his feet on a stool over the hoverboard, I am sleeping on the ground in a sleeping bag with my hoverboard floating on top of my sleeping bag, and Doc is sleeping on a couch. The TV has been on all night but hasn't been working because of the storm until now. Suddenly, TV service resumes.

"Hey kids! What time is it? Howdy Doody Time!" Someone said, on the TV.

Doc gets up and clutches his head.

"Great Scott! Ooh...Howdy Doody Time! Jared must have left it on NBC!" Doc said, going over to the recorder and begins recording his 'Diary'. "Date, Sunday, November 13th, 1955 7:01 AM. Last night's time travel experiment was apparently a complete success. Lightning struck the clock tower at precisely 10:04 pm 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 assumed that Marty and the time vehicle were 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 a disruption of my own brain waves resulting in a condition of temporary amnesia. Indeed I now recall the moments after the time vehicle disappeared ... into the future ... I saw a vision of Marty and Jared saying, 'We've come back from the future'." Marty gets out of his chair as I get out of my sleeping bag, with Doc facing his back to them, and the two start walking towards the scientist. "Undoubtedly this was some sort of..."

"Hey, Doc. What's up?" I asked, grinning and waving, while Doc spins around and is in shock.

"Ahhh! Ahh! Ahh!" Doc yelled, tripping over the hoverboards trying to get away from Marty and I, crashing into the piano, and sitting on the keys.

Discordant music comes from the piano.

"Doc, calm down. There's no need to worry. It's only us. It's Marty and Jared." I said, happily.

"No! It can't be both of you. I just sent you two back to the future!" Doc said, terrified.

"But we came back from the future, remember? Last night you fainted... we brought you home." Marty said.

"This can't be happening! Neither of you can be here! It doesn't make sense! I don't believe you two are here." Doc said, running into the bathroom, slams door leaving Marty and I outside.

"We are here, and it does make sense. We came back to 1955 with the you from 1985 to get a book back from Biff. So once we got the book back, you...that is the you from 1985...were in the DeLorean when it got struck by lightning and you got sent back to 1885!"

"1885? Opens door. It's a very interesting story, Future Boys, but there's one little thing that doesn't make sense. If the me in the future is now in the past, how could both of you possibly know about it?"

"Doc, you sent us a letter." I said, as Marty shoves the letter in Doc's face.

A few minutes later, Doc is reading the letter.

"'Dear Marty and Jared, if my calculations are correct, the two of you will receive this letter immediately after you both saw the DeLorean struck by lightning. First, let me assure you that I am alive and well. I've been living happily these past eight months in the year 1885. The lightning bolt that hit the DeLorean 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." Doc said, pausing at this and turned to Marty and I in amazement. "It actually flew!"

"Yup. You had a hover conversion done to the Delorean in the early twenty-first century." I said, smiling.

"Incredible!" Doc said, going back to reading the letter. "'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!'" He turns over to Marty and I again. "1885! Amazing. I actually end up as a blacksmith in the Ol' West."

"Pretty heavy, huh?" Marty asked, grinning.

"'I have buried the DeLorean in the Delgato mine adjacent to the old Boot Hill Cemetery as shown on the enclosed map." Doc said, reading the letter again. "'Hopefully it will remain undisturbed and preserved until you both uncover it in 1955. Inside, you two will find repair instructions. My 1955 counterpart' - that's me - 'should have no problem repairing it so you both can drive it back to the future. Once the two of you have returned to 1985, destroy the time machine.'" He looks to Marty and I questioningly. "Destroy it?"

Marty uncomfortably takes the model car from BTTF I (the one Doc used to demonstrate how Marty and I from the first film would return to 1985 and accidentally burned and threw in the wastebasket) from the trash can, looks at it and puts it back.

"Doc, it's a long story." I said, letting out a sigh.

"'Do not - I repeat - do not attempt to come back here to get me. Especially you, Jared, with your vortex manipulator. 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.'" Doc said, turning to look at Marty and I with a question in his voice. "Einstein?"

"He's your dog, Doc - Einstein - it's what you call your dog...in 1985." Marty said, walking over to a chess set, in front of which Copernicus, Doc's 1955 dog, is sitting, and begins playing the game.

"'Marty, Jared, I know one of you will give him a good home.'" Doc said, smirking and continued reading the letter. "'Whether it is in 1985 with Marty or in 2015 with Jared. Remember to walk him twice a day and that he only likes canned dog food. These are my wishes. Please respect them and follow them. And so, Marty, Jared, I now say farewell and wish you Godspeed. You've been good, kind, and loyal friends to me and you two made a real difference in my life. I will always treasure our relationship, and will think of you both with fond memories, warm feelings and a special place in my heart. Your friend in time, 'Doc.' Emmett L. Brown.'" He looked between Marty and I. "This says September 1st, 1885. I never knew I could write anything so touching."

"I know, I know Doc, it's beautiful." Marty said, standing up and going over to Doc.

Copernicus whines.

"Copernicus. There is no need to worry." I said, walking over to Copernicus to pet him. "I promise. Everything's going to be okay."

"I'm sorry, Doc, it's all my fault you're stuck back there. I never should've let Biff get to me." Marty said. "I should have listened to Jared when we had to leave."

"There are plenty worse places to be than the Old West. I could've ended up in the Dark Ages. They probably would've burned me at the stake as a heretic or something. Let's look at the map. It says here the time vehicle is buried here in a side tunnel. We may have to blast." Doc said, reading the letter again.

Near a cemetery...

Marty, Doc, and I blow up the opening to a cave.

"Whoa. I think you woke up the dead with that blast." Marty said.

"Very ironic, Marty." I said, while Marty doesn't know it.

"Take this camera... I want to document everything!" Doc said.

Cave...

We are using flashlights trying to find the spot where the DeLorean is hidden.

"This reminds me of the time I attempted to reach the center of the earth. I'd be reading my favorite author, Jules Verne. I spent weeks preparing for the expedition, I didn't even get this far. Of course, I was only 12 at the time. It was the writings of Jules Verne that had a profound effect on my life. I was 11 when I first read 20,000 Leagues Under the Sea. That's when I realized that I must devote my life into science." Doc said.

"Hey, Doc! Look!" I said, finding a little cranny in the cave with wooden planks covering it, marked by an 'ELB'.

"My initials... just like in Journey To The Center of the Earth! That means the time machine must be right through this wall." Doc said, as he, Marty and I chop through and find the DeLorean, covered with a sheet, inside with the scientist sighing. "It's been buried here for 70 years, 2 months, and 13 days. Astounding."

Just outside the area in the cave where the DeLorean is hidden, Marty is reading the letter out loud, I am leaning against the DeLorean, and Doc is staring with a magnifying glass at the time circuit control microchip.

"'...As you can see, the lightning bolt shorted out the time circuit control microchip. The attached she-she...'" Marty said, reading the letter.

"Schematic." I said, sadly.

"'...schematic diagram will allow you to build a replacement unit with the 1955 components, thus restoring the time machine to perfect working order.'"

"Unbelievable, that his piece of junk could be such a big problem. No wonder this circuit failed... it says, 'Made in Japan.'" Doc said, scoffing.

"What do you mean, Doc? All the best stuff is made in Japan." Marty said, smiling.

"Like anime, manga, VTubers, and JRPGs to name a few." I said, happily.

"Unbelievable!" Doc said, angrily.

Cemetery...

It is now nighttime, while Doc, Marty, and I are outside the cave now, near the cemetery, loading stuff onto Doc's pickup truck.

"You know, when I was a kid, I always wanted to be a cowboy. Now, knowing I'll spend my future in the past, it sounds like a wonderful way to spend my retirement years. It just occurred to me...since I end up in 1885 perhaps I'm now in the history books. I wonder...could I go to the library and look myself up in the old newspaper archives?" Doc asked.

"I dunno, Doc, you're the one whose always saying, you know, it's not too good to know too much about your own destiny." Marty said.

"You're right, Marty ... I know too much already. Better that I not attempt to uncover the circumstances of my own... future." Doc said, calling out for his dog, about to get into the car. "Copernicus! Come home boy!"

"Doc, we'll get him. I promise. Copernicus!" I said, hearing whining nearby.

"Come on, let's go home, boy." Marty said, and he also hears whining. "What's wrong? What's wrong, Copernicus, come on, let's go home. Come on." Marty and I find Copernicus whining in front of a tombstone. I quickly shines the flashlight on the tombstone writing but Marty doesn't seem to notice it, it is marked 'Here Lies Emmett Brown'. Seconds later, Marty returns carrying Copernicus and I keep my flashlight on the tombstone. "Doc! Doc! Come here! Quick!"

"Doc! Hurry!" I said, while Doc runs out from the car and sees Marty and I stooping at the tombstone.

"What's wrong, Marty, Jared? You both look like you've seen a ghost." Doc said, looking between Marty and I.

"You're not far off, Doc. Look at this." Marty said, frowning.

"Oh! Great Scott!" Doc said, apparently reading the tombstone and clutching his chest appearing to go into convulsions.

"Check this out. 'Died, September 7th, 1885'. That's one week after you wrote the letter! 'Erected in eternal memory by his beloved Clara'." Marty said, spinning around to face Doc, stands up. "Who the hell is Clara?!"

"Marty, please don't stand there!"

"Oh, right, sorry. I gotta get another picture." Marty said, taking picture of tombstone.

"'...shot in the back by Buford Tannen over a matter of 80 dollars!' What kind of a future do you call that?!"

Library...

It is night and apparently the library is closed. Lights are turned off, the only light in the room is one of those desk-light things Marty and I are standing at looking at old newspapers while Doc searches for more things.

"'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 had killed 12 men, not including Indians or Chinamen.'" Marty said, reading a part of a newspaper.

"Does it mention me? Am I one of the twelve?" Doc asked.

"I don't think so, Doc." I said, drinking a can of Pepsi Free.

"'However, this claim can not be substantiated since precise records were not kept after Tannen shot a newspaper editor after printing an unfavorable story about him in 1884.'" Marty said, reading more of the newspaper.

"I guess that's why we can't find anything."

"Look..." Doc said, bringing out a book of old family pictures. "...the William McFly family. Marty? Are they your relatives?"

"My great-grandfather's name was William." Marty said, laying his finger over a photograph of his ancestor. "That's him. Good looking guy."

"McFlys...but no Browns!"

"Look, Doc, maybe it was mistake. Maybe that grave wasn't yours. There could've been another Emmett Brown back in 1885. Did you have any relatives here back then?"

"The Browns came to America in 1908, and then they were the Von Brauns. My father changed our name in World War I." Doc said, shaking his head.

"Marty! Doc! Look!" I said, looking through photos and found a picture of Doc on September 5, 1885 in front of the brand new clock now in the clock tower.

"Oh! Great Scott! It's me! Then it is true. All of it. It is me who goes back there...and gets shot." Doc said, at a loss for words.

"It's not gonna happen Doc." Marty said, as Doc looks at him quizzically. "After you fix the Time Circuits and put new tires on the DeLorean, Jared and I are going back to 1885 and we're bringing you home."

Drive-in theater...

We are outside of Hill Valley. Marty and I are in the bathroom getting dressed in Western costumes while Doc is outside preparing the DeLorean.

"The clothes fit?" Doc asked.

"Yeah! Everything except the boots, Doc." Marty said, calling out from inside the bathroom.

"Yeah. These boots are a bit tight for Marty and I." I said, frowning. "I don't know, Doc. Are you sure these clothes are authentic for the Old West?"

"Of course. Haven't either of you ever seen a Western?" Doc asked.

"Yeah, we have Doc, but Clint Eastwood never wore anything like this." Marty said, coming out, dressed in a ridiculous pink outfit, probably used in early un-authentic Westerns.

"That and John Wayne." I said, dressed in a ridiculous blue outfit, also used in early un-authentic Westerns. "Clint Eastwood was amazing, Marty."

"Right? At least you know what Clint Eastwood is supposed to be wearing."

"Clint who?" Doc asked, looking between Marty and I.

"That's right." Marty said, pointing his finger at a movie poster, the first Western movie starring Clint Eastwood. "Doc, you haven't heard of him yet."

"Marty, Jared, you both have to wear the boots. Neither of you could wear those futuristic things in 1885. You two shouldn't even be wearing them in 1955." Doc said, looking at Marty's Nike's and my Sketchers.

"Doc, we get it." I said, sadly. "Once Marty and I get to 1885, we'll wear the boots you gave us. I promise."

"Okay, I think we're about ready. I put gas in the tank, your respective future clothes are packed. Just in case, fresh batteries for your frog shaped walkie-talkies. Oh, and what about those floating devices?" Doc asked.

"Our hoverboards. I love the yellow one. Reminds me of the sun."

"Alright." Doc said, picking up the hoverboards and putting them in the DeLorean.

"You know Doc, it's gonna be a hell of a long walk back to Hill Valley from here." Marty said, looking at the dessert.

"It's still the safest plan. After all, we can't risk sending either of you back to a populated area, or to a spot that's geographically unknown. You both don't want to crash into some trees that once existed in the past. This is all completely open country! So you two will have plenty of run-out space when you arrive. Remember where you're going there are no roads. There's a small cave over there which will be a perfect place to hide the time vehicle. Well, the new time circuit control tubes are warmed up!" Doc said, starting up the DeLorean. "Time circuits on. I wrote the letter on September 1st, so we'll send you two back the very next day. September 2nd, that's a Wednesday. September 2nd, 1885, 8 AM. I get shot on Monday the 7th, so you both have 5 days to locate me. According to my letter, I'm a blacksmith, so I probably have a shop somewhere." He is running out towards the film screen and looks at Marty and I. "Marty, Jared, all you have to do is drive the time vehicle directly towards that screen accelerating at 88 miles per hour."

"Wait a minute, Doc. If we drive straight towards the screen, we'll crash into those Indians." Marty said, indicating a mural painting of Indians behind the movie screen.

"Marty. You're not thinking fourth dimensionally! You and Jared will instantly be transported to 1885, and those Indians won't even be there." Doc said, happily.

"Okay. If you say so, Doc." I said, frowning.

"Well, good luck, for all of our sakes. See both of you in the future." Doc said, patting Marty on the shoulder, then me on the shoulder.

"You mean the past." Marty said, smiling.

"Exactly!" Doc said, running out away from DeLorean near the small building w/ bathrooms as he will use a pistol to start Marty and I off. "Happy trails Marty and Jared! Ready Marty? Jared?"

"Ready!" Marty said, setting up the car as he and I are inside the time machine.

"Set!"

"Jared. Hi ho silver." Marty said, mumbling to me while pulling the level into driving mode.

Doc shoots a pistol. Marty and I drove toward the screen.

"Viya con dios!" Doc yelled.

Marty and I are transported through time right before we are about to crash into the Indian mural.

Old West...

"Holy shit!" I said, while Marty figures the Indians are gone, but we see ahead, a tribe of REAL war Indians whooping and riding directly towards us. "It's the Redskins!"

"Yeah! It's the Indians!" Marty said, as he looked over at me. "Ahhh!"

We spun around in the Delorean for a while and I finally spotted the cave Doc had talked about earlier.

"Marty. It's the cave!" I said, pointing towards the cave for Marty to drive towards it with us watching the Indians and their horses leaping over the cave away from something. "I think we're good, Marty."

"Yeah." Marty said, and we think we're safe for us to venture out and climb up to see nothing.

Suddenly, we hear a trumpet playing and a bunch of cowboys riding directly towards us.

"Shit! Jared! The cavalry!" Marty yelled, getting back into the cave with me.

"This is the worst luck ever, Marty." I said, while we see that the coast is clear and Marty looks over the DeLorean and sees an arrow that an Indian shot into the car.

Marty pulls the arrow out and stoops to look underneath, and sees liquid dripping from the bottom of the car, "Damn, I ripped the fuel line."

"Unfortunately. We'll need to get some gas." I said, as Marty and I open the DeLorean wing doors and the two of us take out our boots and the musician takes out the tiny photo of Doc's tombstone. "Somehow."

"Yeah." Marty said, stuffing the letter in his back pocket.

Marty stands there for a moment, looking at me. Suddenly, we heard the sound of a bear roaring.

"A bear?" I asked, and Marty and I looked up to see a giant brown bear standing only a few yards away from us.

"Ahhh!! Ahh!" Marty said, while the bear roared again and stood up on hind legs. "Ahh! Ah! Ah! Who who!"

Marty and I ran away from the bear and out of the cave, with the both of us dropping our boots along the way. The bear sniffs curiously at the boots and stops, nosing through it.

Marty and I, however, keep running while looking at the bear and trips, sliding down a hill.

Marty tried to stop, but he couldn't as he rolled down into me.

"UH!" Marty said, tumbling towards me, with us crashing at the bottom of the hill on a farmer's fence and the both of us instantly passing out.

"Maggie!" Seamus said, speaking with an Irish accent. "Fetch some water, we got hurt men here!"

Darkened room with bed...

"Mom...Mom, is that you?" Marty asked.

"There there now, you and your friend have been asleep for nearly 6 hours now." A woman with an Irish accent said.

"I had this horrible nightmare. It was terrible. I dreamed we were in a western...we were being chased by Indians. And a bear." Marty said, half awake.

"Well, you're safe and sound with your friend, here now at the McFly farm."

"McFly farm! Ahh!" Marty said, sitting up in bed and slapping me awake.

"Seriously?" I asked, as Marty and I are in a log cabin, a single room with a bed. A woman is sitting at a desk on a chair near the bed. "Don't wake me up like that."

"Well you're my-my – my..." Marty said, suddenly realizing that although he knows the last name, he doesn't know which member of the family this is that he and I are looking at. "Who are you?"

"Name's McFly. Maggie McFly." Maggie said.

"McFly." Marty said, gulping. "Maggie. Did you know we would be meeting Maggie?"

"Yeah. I missed the first two times. But I can't believe I made it to the third." I said, smiling. "Meeting Maggie is so weird. Knowing who she is played by in my world."

"That's Mrs. McFly, and don't you be forgettin' the misses! And what might your names be, gentlemen?" Maggie asked, looking between Marty and I.

"Well, it's Mc..." Marty said, suddenly realizing he shouldn't let her know that they are related and he recalls the conversation he had with Doc and I in 1955. "...Eastwood...uh...Clint...Clint Eastwood?"

"And I'm Jared Shay. I'm a friend of Clint Eastwood." I said, while Marty is grinning sheepishly.

"Both of you hit your heads, Mr. Eastwood and Mr. Shay. Not too serious, but lucky for the two of you, Seamus found you both when he did." Maggie said, no-nonsense, practically.

"Seamus." Marty said, incredulously.

"Me husband." Maggie said, explaining and she gets up to leave the room. "You'll be excuse me Mr. Eastwood and Mr. Shay, while I tend to William."

"William." Marty said, as he and I got up and the musician checked to see that his pants were still on.

"Right. I forgot about that incident with your mother." I said, as Marty and I go out to see Maggie bouncing a crying baby in her arms, cooing. "Is that William?"

"Aye! William Shaun McFly, the first of our family to be born in America! Ahh, its okay Will! Here's Mr. Clint Eastwood and Mr. Shay...this is him." Maggie said, and William is staring at Marty and I and has stopped crying with the musician's great great grandmother looking between us. "He already likes you both, Mr. Eastwood and Mr. Shay."

The door flies open.

"Maggie." Seamus said, slamming a dead deer down on the table. "I got supper."

The McFly Farm Dinner Table...

"I'm not one to pry into men's personal affairs but how is it that two of you came to be way out here, without horses? Or boots? Or hats?" Seamus asked.

"Well, our car..." Marty said, frowning.

"Cars haven't been invented yet. Well, our horses died. We buried our boots to grieve over them. And I guess we forgot our hats at their gravesite." I said, letting out a sigh.

"How could you two forget things like your hats? Would either of you like some water?" Maggie asked.

"Yeah, thanks." Marty said, and Maggie pours him a glass of pink stuff with the musician staring at it.

"I'll tell you what I'll do, Mr. Eastwood and Mr. Shay. I'll help you two find your blacksmith friend. You both can stay the night in the barn. And tomorrow, I'll take you two as far as the railroad tracks...you two can follow them straight on in into town." Seamus said, while Marty and I spit out seeds from some sort of bread onto our plates. "I'll even give you two some hats."

Maggie slams down a plate at the kitchen counter, and crosses herself in the Catholic fashion.

"That's great. Thanks." Marty said, happily.

"Thank you. We really appreciate it." I said, looking between Seamus and Maggie.

William begins crying again and Seamus gets up to hold him.

"Ahh. Woogie William. Woogie William. Ohh, yes." Seamus said, sitting down at table again with William and talks to Marty and I. "I think you two will find the barn comfortable. I've never had any complaints about it from the pigs."

"Well, I've been through worse." I said, while Seamus laughed. "Especially when it comes to sleeping in various places."

"Seamus. A word with you." Maggie said.

"Aye." Seamus said, standing up and reaching his full arms out to Marty. "Mr. Eastwood. Will you hold him for a minute?"

Seamus hands William to Marty and then goes to the corner of the room to talk to Maggie.

"You sure you're not after bringing a curse on this house, taking them in like that. Such strange young men." Maggie said.

"Aye, but I've just got a feeling about them, Maggie. It's the right thing to do. It's important. Look how the baby takes to them. Little Will never takes to strangers. It's almost as if...Mr. Eastwood is connected to us and Mr. Shay knows us." Seamus said.

"Hey, Will." Marty said, talking to the baby. "So you're my great-grandfather...the first McFly born in America." He raises Will up to see urine pouring between his legs. "And you peed on me."

"I took a photo of that." I said, holding my iPhone 15 Pro Max in my hand with the camera app out. "Sorry. I'm giving that to Jennifer."

"Jared..." Marty said, looking over at me.

Near the train station...

Marty and I are walking toward a sign. We whistled in respect, and walked on through into a bustling town. The sign reads 'Hill Valley'.

Hill Valley...

Marty and I walk around and there are lots of shots of the town in 1885. In the area where there used to be a Statler Toyota, there now is a sign reading 'Honest Joe Statler - fine horses'. We saw some men working.

"Give me some soap, Frank." A man said.

"Here you go." Another man said.

"When was the last time you were in the Old West?" Marty asked, while we spotted a bathing house and a butcher chopping meat.

"A couple hundred years ago. I was in a town called Mercy. With the Doctor, the Ponds, Ruby, Weiss, and Blake." I said, seeing a banner above that advertises the 'Hill Valley Festival' on September 5th, 1885, for the dedication of the clock tower. "There was a Gunslinger and a man called Kahler Jex. This happened back in the 1870s in Nevada."

"Nevada?" Marty asked, as we see an A. Jones Manure wagon on the side of the road. "How did that adventure end?"

"Well, Kahler Jex died. And Kahler Jex was a cyborg. The cyborg ended up protecting the town." I said, and we see a horse-drawn wagon driving by. "Not my favorite adventure. But who knew I would end up in the Old West again."

"Yeah." Marty said, while we see the clock tower that we destroyed in 1955 being built in the square in 1885.

"Hyah!" A horse driver yelled.

Marty and I get out of the way right before a horse-drawn carriage runs over us. There is a clearing of dust and Marty and I are staring at our boots, now covered with horse poop.

"Shit." I said, as we walked into the saloon. "Come on, Marty."

Inside the saloon...

Three old men are sitting at a table in the saloon talking amongst themselves.

"Take a look at what just breezed in the door." Old timer #1 said.

"Why I didn't know the circus was in town!" Old timer #2 said, happily.

"Looks like they got those shirts off'n dead Chinee." Old timer #3 said.

Old Timer #1 laughs.

"What'll it be, strangers?" The bartender asked, looking between Marty and I.

"Uh...I'll have...uh...ice water." Marty said.

"Ice water?" Old timer #1 asked, laughing.

"Water? You want water, you better go dunk your head in the horse trawl back there." The bartender said, as the old timers laugh. "In here... we pour whiskey."

The bartender takes out a bottle of whiskey and pours a small glass. Marty stares at it. There is steam coming from the glass.

"Can I have a gin and tonic? Not a fan of whiskey." I said, looking at the bartender.

"Alright." The bartender said, taking out a glass and pouring some gin in it, then he took out a bottle of tonic water. "Here you go."

"Thanks." I said, pouring the tonic water into the glass of gin. "Um, hey. We're trying to find a blacksmith."

"Hey McFly... thought I done told you never to come in..." Buford said, and he is a mean looking cowboy with a gang behind him. "You two ain't Seamus McFly." He is walking towards the counter. "You two look like him though. 'Specially with those dawg ugly hats." His gang laughs. Marty and I rolled our eyes at our hats and we took them off. "You two kin to that hay barber?" Marty and I don't reply with us just staring at Buford. "What're your name, dudes?"

"Uh...Martin." Marty said, realizing his mistake, he tries again. "Eastwood. Clint Eastwood."

"Shay. Jared Shay." I said, leaning against the bar table.

"What kind of stupid names is that?" Buford asked, looking between Marty and I.

"I'd say they're the runt of the litter." A gang member said.

"Take a look, see those pearly whites! I ain't seen teeth that straight weren't store bought." Another gang member said, going over to Marty, shaking his jaw and showing off the musician's brushed teeth.

"Take a look at them moccasins. What kind of skins is them? What's those writing mean...Neekay...Skechers...what is that, some sort of Injun talk or something?" A third gang member said, laughing.

"Bartender...I'm looking for that no good cheatin' blacksmith. You seen him?" Buford, and the bartender began pouring out whiskey, but he stopped him with the barrel of his gun.

"No, sir, Mr. Tannen, I have not." The bartender said, scared.

"Tannen. Right. You're Mad Dog Tannen." I said, sipping on my gin and tonic.

"Mad Dog?" Buford asked, while everyone in the saloon runs and hides, but Marty and I stay where we are. "I hate that name. I hate it, you hear? Nobody calls me Mad Dog. 'Specially not some, duded-up, egg sucking, guttertrashes."

Buford points a gun at Marty's feet and my feet and he shoots, causing Marty and I to jump to save our feet.

"Ahh!" Marty said, terrified.

"Dance!" Buford said, firing a shot. "Come on!" He fires another shot, gang members laughing hysterically. "Come on, runts, you two can dance..." He fires a third shot. "...better than that!"

Marty and I keep our feet going in case while the dust clears. When it does clear, we're doing Michael Jackson's moonwalk.

"Uh...uh...Billy Jean is not my lover..." Marty said, kicking his feet. "...whoo!"

"Nice work." I said, jumping on an end of a wooden plank, sending a barrel of urine and tobacco spit at the other end of the plank flying, ending up spilling all over Buford. "We did amazing there."

Buford draws his gun, points and clicks – but nothing happens. He's out of shots. Marty and I scramble to get out but we trip underneath the old timers' table.

"You better run, squirrels!" Old timer #1 said, worried.

Y'all get them!" Buford yelled.

Marty, climbing over tables and chairs and swinging from chandeliers as I stood up from the ground, with both of us hopping our way out of the saloon with the gang following close behind. We run like mad.

Hill Valley...

"Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!" Marty said, as the chase continued.

However, since the gang and Buford Tannen are on horses, they catch up to us faster. Buford swings a rope with a ring on the end a couple times like a lasso and then he throws it over Marty's neck while another gang member swung a rope with a ring on the end a couple of times like a lasso and then throws it over my neck, dragging us the rest of the way towards the clock tower. His gang, in delight, fires shot guns and laughs.

"Ahh!" Marty said.

"We got ourselves a new courthouse...high time we had a hangin'!" Buford said, happily.

Marty and I see what they're trying to do.

"Oh, oh God, hu..." Marty said, at a loss for words.

Buford's gang tighten the nooses on our neck and hoist Marty and I up on the rope so that we are hanging from the courthouse with our hands and feet dangling in the air. Buford and his gang laugh hysterically. In the distance, a tall man in boots and a long coat with a long gun steps slowly up towards the mini-riot. Neither Marty nor the gang has seen him yet, but I know who it is.

"Haven't had a hanging in a long time!" Buford said, excitedly.

The man points and clicks. A loud boom is heard and apparently they've shot Marty and I out of the air so we have now been saved. Marty and I fell with a thud, however unharmed, to the ground. The gang looks at the man for the first time and raises their guns.

"It'll shoot the fleas off a dogs back at 500 yards, Tannen, and it's pointed straight at your head!" Doc said, angrily.

Buford motions that he wants to speak with Doc alone to his gang, and they put their guns down. He rides slowly towards Doc on his horse.

"You owe me money, blacksmith." Buford said, looking at Doc.

"How do ya figure?" Doc asked.

"My horse threw his shoe. Seein' you was the one who done the shoeing, I figures you was responsible."

"Well since you never paid me for the job I say that makes us even!"

"Wrong! See I was on my horse when he threw his shoe and I got throwed off. And that just caused me to bust a perfectly good bottle of fine Kentucky Redeye. So the way I figure, blacksmith, you owe me five dollars for the whiskey, and seventy-five dollars for the horse."

Marty is realizing this is why Doc is going to be killed.

"That's eighty dollars!" Marty said, can barely speak so he whispers hoarsely at me. "Did you know this would happen?"

"Yeah." I said, and I can barely speak too so I whispered hoarsely at Marty.

"Look, if your horse threw his shoe, bring him back and I'll reshoe him!" Doc said, looking at Buford.

"But I shot that horse!" Buford said, annoyed.

"Well that's your problem, Tannen!"

"Wrong. That's yours. So from now on, you better be lookin' behind you when you walk. 'Cause one day you gonna get a bullet in yo' back. Let's go!" Buford said.

Buford's gang makes a noisy departure, leaving Doc, Marty, and I alone for the first time.

Marty whispers hoarsely again, "Doc..."

"Hey..." I said, whispering hoarsely again.

"Marty...Jared...I gave you both explicit instructions not to come here but to go back directly to 1985." Doc said, looking between Marty and I.

"We know Doc...but we had to co..." Marty said.

"But it's good to see ya, Marty and Jared."

"It is good to see you again, Doc." I said, smiling. "How did you get in contact with Torchwood?"

"It wasn't that hard. All I had to do was contact Captain Jack Harkness without your other self knowing." Doc said, while he, Marty, and I exchanged hugs. "Marty, Jared, you two are gonna have to do something about those clothes. You both walk around town dressed like that and you're liable to get shot."

"Or hanged." Marty said, making a tightening gesture around his own neck.

"What idiot dressed both of you in those outfits?" Doc asked, looking at what Marty and I are wearing.

"You did." Marty said, clapping his hand on Doc's shoulder and smiling for the first time.

(Open POV)

Blacksmith shop/barn...

Marty and Jared are changing into real nineteenth-century Western clothes.

" 'Shot in the back by Buford Tannen over a matter of 80 dollars!'" Doc said, studying the tombstone picture with the magnifying glass. "September seventh! That's this Monday! Now I wish I'd paid him off!" He points to the text at the bottom of the tombstone and talks to Marty and Jared. "And who's this beloved Clara? I don't know anyone named Clara."

"I dunno, Doc. I thought maybe she was a girlfriend of yours." Marty said, happily.

"A girlfriend or wife." Jared said, smiling.

"Marty. Jared." Doc said, looking at Marty and Jared like they're stupid. "My involvement in such a social relationship, here in 1885, the result is a disruption of the space-time continuum. As a scientist, I can never take that risk, certainly not after we've already been through."

"Emmett! Ho Emmett!" A man said, outside.

"Hubert!" Doc said, looking out the open door and is speaking towards Marty and Jared in the back of the room. "It's the mayor!"

"Excuse me, Emmett." The mayor said, coming just inside the door. "You remember last week at the town meeting when you volunteered to meet the new school teacher at the station after she came in?"

"Oh yes, quite so."

"Well, we just got word she's comin' in tomorrow. Here are the details for ya." The mayor said, giving Doc a sheet of paper. ""Thanks for all your help."

"Anytime, Hubert!" Doc said, walking towards Marty and Jared, calling out to them.

"Oh, her name's Miss Clayton. Clara Clayton."

Doc looks up in a state of confusion, putting two and two together. The Mayor leaves before Marty finally speaks.

"Well, Doc, now we know who Clara is." Marty said.

"Yup. I know about Clara so well. She isn't my Clara though." Jared said, looking down at his Western outfit.

"It's impossible." Doc said, looking at Marty and Jared with a weird grin on his face. "The idea that I could fall in love at first sight? It's romantic nonsense. There's no scientific rationale to that."

"C'mon, Doc, it's not science." Marty said, laughing. "You meet the right girl, it just hits ya; it's like lightning."

"Yup. It is. Definitely like lightning. Clara Oswald is the right girl for me. She loves fairy tales, loves traveling, is impossible, and loves kids." Jared said, tilting his cowboy hat.

"Marty, Jared, please don't say that!" Doc said, climbing a ladder on a giant machine he's made.

"That's the way it was for me and Jennifer." Marty said, calling out to Doc. "And that's the way it was for Jared and his Clara. Man, we couldn't keep our eyes off each other! God, Jennifer, damn, I hope she's alright, Doc, Jared. I can't believe we just left her there on the porch!"

"Don't worry, Marty, she'll be fine. When you burned the almanac in 1955 with Jared, the normal timeline was restored. That means once we're back in 1985, you and him just have to go over to the house to wake her up." Doc said, while the giant machine begins tooting. "Oh, Marty, Jared, one of you, turn that valve over there all the way to the right. Yeah, turn it all the way around. Okay let's go!"

The machine rattles for a while. Doc holds a plate next to a tube where something is going to shoot out of the machine. A small, brownish solid similar to ice comes out. Doc dumps it into a long beaker of cooled tea. He rattles it and offers it to Marty and Jared.

"Iced tea?" Doc asked, holding the beaker of cooled tea.

"Yup. It isn't Lipton. But it'll do." Jared said, taking a swig of the iced tea.

Marty looks incredulously at the giant machine, "It's a refrigerator!"

"Well, I guess Miss Clayton will have to find other transportation." Doc said, moving away from his invention to turn to face Marty and Jared. "If I never meet the woman, there's no possibility of a romantic infatuation, right?"

"You're the doc, Doc." Marty said, sadly.

"Yup. You are." Jared said, frowning.

"Alright then. Let's get the DeLorean and get ourselves back to the future!" Doc said, putting on his hat.

"Oh Doc, I was driving the Delorean and I tore a hole in the gas tank." Marty said, casually. "Jared didn't tell me because of spoilers. We'll have to patch it up, the gas tank, and get gas."

"You mean we're out of gas?" Doc asked, frozen in place with his expression changing.

"Yeah, no big deal, we got Mr. Fusion, right?" Marty asked, still unaware of what's wrong.

"We do, Marty, but that's not what the Deloream relies on to truly get around. Mr. Fusion powers the Time Circuits and the Flux Capacitor. Yes, the Doc may have replaced plutonium with Mr. Fusion. But the internal combustion engine of the Delorean, despite the time travel modifications, has always run on ordinary gasoline." Jared said, leaning against the table. "I've lived through the entire twentieth century with Captain Jack Harkness. There won't be a gas station here until 1928."

"Jared's right, Marty. Without gasoline, we can't get the DeLorean up to 88 miles per hour." Doc said.

"So what'll we do?" Marty asked, facing the mirror.

Outside Hill Valley...

Marty, Doc, and Jared sitting on the roof of the DeLorean being pulled by a pack of horses.

"Uh! Uh! Uh! Uh!" Marty yelled.

"Ya! Ya!" Doc said, using a whip.

"24!" Marty said, reading their speed off some sort of device.

"It's no use, Marty and Jared! Even the fastest horse in the world can't run more than 35, 40 miles an hour." Doc said, using his whip again. "Ya! Ya! Ya!"

Blacksmith shop...

Doc is pouring purple liquid into the front of the car (the part with all the mechanical stuff) and Marty's trying to start the car.

"Bartender says that's the strongest stuff they got." Marty said.

"Try it, Marty." Doc said, while Marty tries to start the car, it stalls but then there is a bubbling noise coming from the back of the car.

"We need more gas." Jared said, as there is a loud boom. "Hit it harder, Marty!"

Something pops out of the bottom of the end of the DeLorean.

"Damn! It blew the fuel injection manifold. Strong stuff all right." Doc said, sheepishly handing the broken part to Jared. "It'll take me a month to rebuild it."

"A month? Doc, you don't have a month to be a tinkerer! You're gonna get shot on Monday!" Jared said, angrily.

The Doc has moved toward a desk near the window facing the railroad tracks; there is a calendar with the date next to the desk.

"I know, I know, I know!" Doc said, facing Marty and Jared, his back to window. "I wish...wait. I've got it! We can roll it down a steep hill...no, we'd never find a smooth enough surface. Unless...of course...ice." His eyes widened. "We can wait until winter...when the lake freezes over..."

"Winter! Doc! Monday! It's three days away!" Marty said, looking at Doc.

"Wait." Doc said, apparently trying to think again. "Let's just think this thing through logically. We know it can't run on its own power, and we know we can't pull it. But, if we can figure out a way to push it up to 88 mph...huh?" The train whistle blows outside and he turns to look outside for the first time and sees a large black steam train pulling into the station. "That's it!"

Next to the train with the engineer...

"How fast she can go? Why, I've powered her up to 55 myself. I hear that fearless Frank Fargo got one of these up to near 70 out past Verde Junction." The engineer said.

"Is it possible to get it up to 90?" Marty asked.

"90? Tarnations, son, why'd ya ever be in such a hurry?" The engineer asked, laughing.

"Well, it's just a little bet that the three of us have, that's all. Theoretically speaking, could it be done?" Doc asked.

"Well, I suppose if you had a straight stretch of track with a long level grade, and you weren't hauling no cars behind you...and if you could get the fire hot enough...I mean hotter than the blazes of hell and tarnations...well yes, you might be able get her up that fast."

"So, when's the next train coming through here?" Jared asked.

"Monday morning at 8 o'clock." The engineer said, matter-of-factly.

The train station...

Doc, Marty, and Jared are studying a map on the wall of Hill Valley.

"Here." Doc said, slamming his finger on a map. "This spur runs off the main line 3 miles down to Clayton Ravine. There's a long stretch of track that will still exist in 1985. This is where we'll push the DeLorean with the locomotive." He is leaning against the wall. "Funny, this map calls Clayton Ravine, Shonash Ravine. Must be an old Indian name for it." The Doc faces the map again. "It's perfect. Nice long run that goes clear across the bridge over the ravine, you know, over near that Hilldale housing development."

"Right, Doc, but according to this map..." Marty said, indicating the map "...there is no bridge."

On the railroad tracks near the ravine...

There is a dead end. The railroad tracks just stop at the edge of the ravine. Marty, Doc, and Jared are walking back from visiting the edge.

"Well, Doc, Jared, we can scratch that idea. I mean, we can't wait around a year and a half for this thing to get finished." Marty said, sadly.

"Marty, this is perfect! You're not thinking like a time traveler!" Jared said, excitedly.

"Right, right. I have a real problem with that." Marty said, mumbling, probably thinking, 'Where have I heard that before?'.

"Don't you see Marty? The bridge will exist in 1985. It's safe and still in use."

"Jared's right. Even with his foreknowledge." Doc said. "Therefore, as long as we get the DeLorean up to 88 miles per 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 locomotive?" Marty asked.

"The locomotive will become a spectacular wreck. It's too bad no one will be around to see something so amazing." Jared said, letting out a sigh.

"Ahhh! Help me!" A woman yelled, nearby.

The Doc turns to see a woman in the distance riding on a buckboard with horses speeding wildly out of control and headed straight for the edge of Shonash Ravine.

"Great Scott!" Doc said, kicking his house. "Git!"

"Hah!" Marty said, motioning his horse to get moving.

"Allons-y, Susan!" Jared said, motioning his horse to get moving. "Can't believe you're still alive after Mercy!"

"Jump!" Doc said, speeding toward the woman on his horse (still not seeing her face) and motions her to get off the wagon.

Just in time, the woman climbs out of the wagon and into Doc's arms. The horses neigh and suddenly gallop toward the left, leaving the wagon to fall off the edge of the ravine.

"Whoa." Doc said, calming his horse down.

"Oh, thank you, sir, you saved my..." The woman said, her hat sitting jaunty on her head, covering her face before she lifts her hat for the first time and sees Doc become stunned and cannot speak for a moment. "...life."

"Emmett Brown, at your service, Miss..." Doc said, staring at the woman too, his eyes growing wide and he's fallen in love with her.

"Um...um...Clayton. Clara Clayton." Clara said, in awe.

Marty, whips out the tombstone photo from his pocket and stares at it, his eyes moving quickly from the photo back to the two in front of him and Jared.

"Jared, how close will Doc and Clara Clayton become?" Marty asked, looking at Jared.

"Very close." Jared said, looking at Doc and Clara.

"Clara." Doc said, pausing for a moment. "What a beautiful name. Now I can see why Jared loves his Clara."

Clara's new cabin...

The four are riding toward Clara's new cabin, with Marty and Jared a little behind the other two and one horse carrying Clara's supplies. Doc, Marty, and Jared take the supplies off the horse's back and put them on the porch of Clara's cabin.

"May I help you inside with these?" Doc asked, looking at the supplies.

"Oh no, that won't be necessary. You've done more than enough already." Clara said.

"But it's really no trouble."

"Doc, she says it's fine, and we gotta get goin'." Marty said, looking up at Clara. "Ma'am, good luck with the school teachin' and everything."

"My Clara is a teacher too." Jared said, happily. "No wonder I fell in love with mine."

"Perfect. Two time travelers in love with their respective Claras."

"Clara, I'll straighten everything out with Mr. Statler from the buckboard rental...don't you worry about that. I feel someone's responsible for what happened." Doc said, looking at Clara.

"Oh, 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." Clara said, as Doc stares at her unbelievingly. "Well, thank you for everything."

"You're quite welcome." Doc said, happily.

"I will...see you again, won't I?"

"Of course, you'll see lots of me, I'm sure, I have a shop in town." Doc said, casually, but knowing he is lying. "I'm a local scientist...uh...uh...blacksmith."

"Science? What sort of science? Astronomy? Chemistry?"

"Actually I'm a student of all sciences." Doc said, enchanted again by Clara.

"Hey Doc, Jared, we gotta get goin'." Marty said, looking between Doc and Jared.

"Oh yes. Well, excuse us, Clara, we have to get...going." Doc said, backing out from the path to Clara's house and closing the small gate before waving with a ridiculous look on his face. "Toodle-oo."

Clara waves back and Marty, Doc, and Jared get on their horses and start riding away from her house.

"What do ya mean, you're gonna be seein' lots of her, Doc?" Marty asked.

"Well...I might see her again, just in passing." Doc said, smiling.

"C'mon, Doc, did you see the way she was looking at you?" Marty asked, laughing.

"Well, she did have quite a scare, right?" Doc asked, admittingly. "After all, Miss Clayton almost ended up at the bottom of Clayton Ravine." The words register as he speaks them. "Clayton Ravine..."

"Holy shit!" Marty said, apparently registering with him, too. "Hey Doc! Jared! Clayton Ravine was named after a teacher." Doc turns to stare at him as the musician continues explaining. "They say she fell in there a hundred years ago."

"A hundred years ago. You're from 1985 and a hundred years ago would be 1885. That would be this year." Jared said, sadly.

"Every kid in school knows that story because we all have teachers we'd like to see fall into the ravine." Marty said, continuing his explanation.

"Great Scott!" Doc said, stopping his horse to sit there hopelessly. "Then she was supposed to go over in that wagon...and now, I may have seriously altered history."

"Look, Doc, what's the worst that could happen, huh? So they don't name the ravine after her. Let's just get the DeLorean ready and get the hell out of here."

"I wish I'd never invented that infernal time machine...which caused nothing but disaster." Doc said, ignoring Marty before riding away slowly.

"The Doc doesn't mean that, right?" Marty asked, pausing for a moment, looking at Doc curiously.

"He does." Jared said, and he and Marty continued riding away slowly as well.

Blacksmith shop...

"Doc, Doc, this is Marty. Can you read me? Over." Marty said, speaking into his Gekota walkie-talkie from one end of the room.

"Check, Marty." Doc said, speaking into his Gekota walkie-talkie from the other end, working on the tires of the DeLorean.

"Great Doc, these things still work. Frog walkie talkies from the early 21st century. Who knew?" Marty asked, speaking into his Genova walkie-talkie.

"The Railgun did. Even with her electrical shocks, they would still work. Gekota, cute frog mascot in Academy City." Jared said, smiling.

"Alright." Doc said, moving toward a model railroad he has built and Marty and Jared advanced toward it from the opposite direction. "Marty, Jared, once more lets go over the entire plan and layout. I apologize for the crudity of this model..."

"Yeah, I know, Doc, it's not to scale. It's okay, Doc." Marty said, remembering the 1955 Doc's model of the Hill Valley square the night of the thunderstorm.

"Alright. Tomorrow night, Sunday, we'll load the DeLorean on to the tracks here on the spur right by the old abandoned silver mine. The switch track is where the spur runs off the main line 3 miles into Clayton...Shonash Ravine. The train leaves the station at 8:00 Monday morning. We'll stop it here, uncouple the cars from the tender, throw the switchtrack, and hijack - borrow the locomotive and use it to push the time machine. According to my calculations we'll hit 88 miles per hour just before we hit the edge of the ravine, at which point we'll instantaneously arrive in 1985 and coast safely across the completed bridge." Doc said, looking between Marty and Jared.

"What does this mean?" Marty asked, indicating a small sign Doc has made out of cardboard near the end of the railroad. "Point of no return?"

"That's our failsafe point. Up until that point, we can stop the locomotive before it plunges over the ravine. But once we pass that windmill, it's the future or bust." Doc said.

Blacksmith shop near model railroad...

"Here you go, Marty, Jared. One of you, connect that to the positive terminal. All right, Marty, Jared, are either of you all set?" Doc asked.

"Yeah, yeah, go." Marty said.

"Train pulling out of the station! Coming up the switch track! Stop at switch track! Throw switch! Pull up the DeLorean!" Doc said, pushing the lever further and further downward. "Pushing the DeLorean up to 88 miles per hour!" The model train falls off the table with the model car and onto a pillow on the ground and Jared catches the model DeLorean before it hits the ground. "It couldn't be simpler!"

There is a knock on the door.

"Hello? Emmett?" A woman's voice asked, nearby.

Doc goes to see who is at the door. He turns to Marty and Jared.

"It's Clara! Quick, cover the DeLorean." Doc said, as he and Marty busy themselves throwing a sheet over the DeLorean and Jared hides the model car behind his back.

Clara opens the door herself and invites herself in, "Hello."

"Why, hello. This is quite a surprise." Doc said, happily.

"Well, I hope I'm not disturbing anything." Clara said, sadly.

"Oh no, we were just doing a little model railroad." Doc said, walking over toward the model railroad.

"Emmett, when my bags were thrown from the wagon, my telescope was damaged. And...since you expressed an interest...in science, I thought you might be able to repair it for me." Clara said, pausing to look at Doc. "I would pay you, of course."

"Quickly. Oh, no, no, no, I wouldn't think of charging you for this." Doc said, and Marty sighs and runs his hand through his hair. "Well, let's have a look at it."

Doc opens the telescope case Clara has brought and takes out the long device then puts it in front of his eye and closes the other.

"I think the lens may be out of alignment, because if you move it this way, the image turns fuzzy, see?" Clara asked, moving closer to Doc and gently moves the telescope in one direction. "But if you turn it ... the other way..."

Doc moves the telescope from his eyes and lowers his hand. He turns to face Clara.

"...everything becomes... clear." Doc said, as he and Clara gaze at each other.

It is apparent that they will probably kiss if they stand much longer at in this position. Marty and Jared are a few yards away in between the two characters. Marty clears his throat loudly. Doc and Clara look away from each other quickly. Clara moves a few steps toward the door and Doc takes on a queer position holding the telescope right in front of him with an idiotic look on his face.

"I will repair it right away and have it for you tonight." Doc said.

"Oh, tonight's the town festival. I wouldn't dream of having you work on my telescope during such an important event. You are...planning on attending, aren't you?" Clara asked.

"Well, actually ma'am..." Marty said.

"We kinda have..." Jared said, playing with the model Delorean behind his back.

"Of course, the festival..." Doc said, while Marty and Jared look at him strangely but don't say anything.

"Well, in that case, I'll see you this evening at the festival, Emmett." Clara said, walking toward the door and acknowledges Marty and Jared. "Mr. Eastwood. Mr. Shay."

"Ma'am." Marty said.

"Thank you...for taking care of my telescope." Clara said, suddenly turning back to look at Doc.

"You're quite welcome." Doc said, as Clara exits and the scientist has the stupidest look on his face that anyone's ever seen.

"Wow. Clara Clayton has got the hots for you, Doc." Jared said, holding the model Delorean in his hand.

Marty goes up to Doc after a moment to stand beside Jared, "She does. Doc, it's a nice telescope."

Hill Valley town center...

The townspeople are all gathered around for the dedication of the clock.

"Ladies and gentlemen! As mayor of Hill Valley, it gives me great pleasure to dedicate this clock to the people of Hill County. May it stand for all time!" The mayor said, while people are clapping and cheering. "Tell me when, gentlemen!"

"3...2...1...now!" The townspeople said.

The mayor starts the clock that will eventually end up in the clock tower and be destroyed 70 years later. There are fireworks.

"Let the festivities begin!" The mayor said.

Doc, Marty, and Jared are watching the festivities from a few yards away from everyone else.

"Y'know Marty, Jared. In a way, it's fitting that us three are here to witness this." Doc said.

"Too bad I didn't bring my camera." Marty said, flashing a smile.

Just then there is a great flash of light and click near the clock. The nineteenth century photographer is taking pictures of people near the clock. Marty, Doc, and Jared look at each other.

In front of the clock...

"Ready, gentlemen?" The photographer asked.

"The only problem is, we'll never be able to show it to anybody." Doc said, looking at Marty and Jared while facing the camera.

"Smile, Doc, Jared." Marty said, smiling.

There is a great flash of light again. It looks like Marty, Doc, and Jared have gone blind.

(Jared's POV)

The Town Festival – The Dance...

ZZTop is 'acting' as the nineteenth century band at the dance.

"Yee ha!" A ZZTop member yelled.

The music begins. Doc, Marty, and I are again, aside. We aren't dancing, just watching the festivities from the sidelines.

"What great music!" Doc said, excitedly.

"Yeah; it's got a beat and you can dance to it!" Marty said, happily.

"Yeah. You can." I said, sipping on a gin and tonic.

"Step right up, gentlemen, and test your mettle with the latest products from Colonel Samuel Colt's Patent firearms of Hartford, Connecticut. Take this model for example." The Colt Gun salesman said, as Marty and I turned and watches the Colt gun demonstration. Doc doesn't; he ventures out to see the sights. "The new, improved and refined Colt Peacemaker. Available to you tonight for the low, low price of $12."

Doc sees Clara talking with some people. He smiles in anticipation. Clara finally notices him and smiles back, advancing toward him.

"Good evening." Doc said, looking at Clara.

"Evening." Clara said.

"You look very...nice."

"Thank you."

"Would you like...uh...would you care to, uh..." Doc said, observing the festivities for a moment and then stuttering in invitation.

"I'd love to." Clara said, without hesitation, reassuring Doc.

Doc and Clara go out toward the dance floor.

Still on the sidelines of the dance...

Marty and I are still observing the Colt gun demonstration.

"Young men, want to give it a try?" The Colt Gun Salesman asked, turning to Marty and I.

"No, no, thanks." Marty said, turning to speak to Doc and I, unaware that Doc has already been gone a long time. "Hey Doc, Jared, this..."

Marty and I notice that Doc isn't there and our eyes move to the dance floor.

"Sons! Sonny boys!" The Colt Gun salesman yelled, not giving up so easily.

Marty and I are oblivious to the salesman's desire for attention. We notice Doc and Clara on the dance floor and are shocked to see them begin dancing.

"The doc can dance?!" Marty exclaimed.

"Yup." I said, sipping on the gin and tonic. "He can. If the Doctor can dance, so can Doc Brown."

"Sons! Sons! Sons!" The Colt Gun Salesman said, nudging Marty's shoulder, then my shoulder with the barrel of the loaded gun.

"That is true." I said, as Marty and I finally turned around to face the Colt Gun Salesman. "What's up?"

"Hey! I just told you two that even a baby can handle this weapon. Surely neither of you are not afraid to try something that a baby can do." The Colt Gun salesman said, looking between Marty and I.

"Hey, I'm not afraid of anything. And neither is Jared." Marty said, scoffing.

"Well, then, step right up like a man." The Colt Gun Salesman said, triumphantly handing Marty and I guns in front of a little diorama of the Old West in a box. It looks almost like an old fashioned video game to Marty and I. "Now, what you do is just ease that hammer back there and squeeze off a round." Marty and I point them to the diorama but the man shakes his head and guides Marty's hand upward. "No, no, no, right on out there and be real smooth. That's how you do it."

"Like this?" I asked, obviously shooting way off the mark.

"Ho ho. God." The Colt Gun salesman said, thinking I am pathetic and chuckling.

"Hey. Can I try it again? But this time with my friend." I said, and I am suddenly recognizing the similarities to playing Wild Gunman against Marty and working with Torchwood.

"Sure, go ahead." The Colt Gun salesman said, still chuckling.

Marty shoots four or five times in succession. I then shot seven or eight times in succession. Marty's marksmanship and my marksmanship are so fantastic it stuns the salesman.

"Jared, you won this time." Marty said, flipping his gun back to the man. "I'll get you next time."

"I know." I said, flipping my gun back to the man.

"Hey, just tell me one thing...where'd you two learn to shoot like that?" The Colt Gun salesman asked.

"I learned from Seven-eleven." Marty said, in all seriousness.

"As I learned from Torchwood." I said, walking towards the festival entrance and I wrapped my TARDIS key around my neck to keep myself hidden.

Outside the festival – the entrance...

Buford Tannen and his gang approach the festival on horseback.

"Buford, you sure that blacksmith is gonna be at this here shindig?" Gang member #1 asked.

"Sure he's here." Buford said, his voice growing dark. "Everybody's here tonight."

"You gentlemen are gonna have to check your firearms if you want to join in on the festivities." The Deputy Marshall said.

"And who's gonna make us, tender-foot...you?" Buford asked, laughing.

"I am." Marshall said, and Buford turns to see him to his left side, holding a long rifle near Tannen's shoulder.

"Marshall Strickland. I didn't know you was back in town."

"If you can't read the sign, Tannen, I presume you can read this." Marshall said, patting his rifle.

"Pretty tough hombre when you're pointin' a scattergun at a man's back." Buford said.

"Just like you, Tannen, I take every advantage I can get. Now are you gonna check your iron?"

"I was joking with your deputy." Buford said, packing down. "Of course I'm going to check my iron." He's laughing as he and his gang give all their guns up. "We all were, weren't we boys?"

"Yeah. Right." The deputy said, looking at Buford. "Tannen...your knife, too."

Buford is angrily takes the knife that was concealed in his boot and throws it like a dart onto a table nearby.

"Smile, Marshall. After all this is a party." Buford said, facing the Marshall.

"The only party I'll be smilin' at is the one that sees you at the end of a rope." Marshall said, still not moving his gun as he and Buford glare at each other.

"Have fun." The deputy said, finally extending his arm, inviting the gang in.

"That's how you handle them, son, never give them an inch. Maintain discipline at all times. Remember that word...discipline." Marshall said, looking at a boy on horseback next to him.

"I will, Pa." The boy said, solemnly.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." I said, sadly. "I'm sorry about what is to come."

At the dance, near the banquet table...

Marty and I are eating off pie plates when Seamus and Maggie McFly run into us.

"Why, Mr. Eastwood, Mr. Shay. Nice to see ya. I see you both got yourselves some respectable clothes, lads. And fine hats." Seamus said, looking between Marty and I.

"Yeah, well, a couple other people didn't like the way the other ones looked on us." Marty said, frowning.

"Sure those ones suits you two Mr. Eastwood, Mr. Shay. Very good for you." Maggie said.

"Ahh...thanks." Marty said, finishing his pie and checks out the writing on the bottom of the plate. "Hey...Jared, it's a Frisbee. Far out."

"Yup." I said, smiling and walking away with Marty.

Seamus turns to his wife, "What was the meaning of that?"

"It was right in front of them." Maggie said.

"Aye." Seamus said.