Back to the Future III (Part 2)

Below Doc and Clara's dance floor....

The gang and Tannen are checking things out, trying to find 'that cheatin' blacksmith'.

"There he is, Buford." A gang member said.

"Where?" Buford asked, while a growling sound is heard instead of a normal questioning voice.

"Right there." A gang member said, pointing upward towards Doc and Clara. "Dancing with that piece of calico."

"What are ya gonna do, boss?" Gang member #2 asked.

"I figure...I'll bury this muzzle deep enough in his back, nobody'll hear the shot." Buford said, his voice growing dark.

"Careful, Buford, you only got the one bullet with that." The first gang member said.

"I only need one."

Doc and Clara dancing...

Doc looks absolutely enchanted with Clara and is goggling over her while they dance. Suddenly when they dance themselves into a corner, Doc feels a gun barrel in his back and freezes with terror on his face, Clara still in front of him.

"I told you to watch your back, Smithy." Buford said.

"Tannen." Doc said, trying to maintain composure. "But you're early."

"Mad Dog..." I said, as the Doc hadn't considered the possible factor that he wasn't killed right away after the shot.

"It's a Derringer, Smithy. Small but effective. Last time I used it the fella took two days to die. Bled to death inside, it was real painful." Buford said, and his gang laughs. "That means you'd be dead by about suppertime Monday."

"I don't know who you think you are, but we're dancing." Clara said, interrupting Buford.

"Well looky what we have here...introduce me to the lady; I'd like a dance." Buford said, noticing Clara seemingly for the first time.

"I wouldn't give you the pleasure; you'll just have to go ahead and shoot." Doc said, turning around to face Tannen with a brave and determined look on his face and now Buford moves the gun barrel to the scientist's throat.

"Alright." Buford said.

"No, Emmett. I'll dance with him." Clara said, sensing very obvious danger.

"Boys, keep the blacksmith company while I get acquainted with the fil." Buford said, pushing Doc aside and his gang members take ahold of each of his arms and the scientist has a very restrained and angered look on his face as the Tannen begins dancing with Clara, much like Marty's reaction and my reaction in Back to the Future I when Biff attacks the musician's mother in the car at the dance. "Woo...Ha ha ha Yeah. Oooh."

"I don't dance very well when my partner has a gun in his hand." Clara said, sadly.

"Well, you'll learn." Buford said, holding Clara very close and very disgustingly before talking in a louder voice. "You know, Smithy, I may just take my $80 worth outta her." Doc struggles to be let go to save his beloved Clara. "Woo...Hahaha! Yeah." He looks over at Clara. "I bet there's somethin' you can do that's worth $80."

"I'm afraid you've underestimated me, Mister."

"Have I now?" Buford asked, very gullibly.

In response, Clara kicks Buford very hard in the shins. Buford cringes over in pain and Clara backs out. Doc finally frees himself. The music stops.

"Stop it! Damn you, Tannen!" Doc said, angrily.

"No, I damn you." Buford said, drawing his gun and aims at Doc.

Marty, from the banquet table (the little pig) finally sees what's going on and his eyes open wide.

"Marty, don't!" I said, when Marty grabs his Frisbee plate.

"I damn you to hell!" Buford yelled.

At the same moment as Buford fires his single bullet, Marty tosses the plate. Miraculously, it blocks the bullet from harming Doc and the only thing that happens to him is he is stunned that he is alive and his hat blows off his head.

Buford instantaneously turns to see who stopped his victory, "You!"

"Hey, lighten up, jerk!" Marty said, stepping down from the banquet table, through the crowd and towards Tannen.

Buford turns to his gang members, who shrug in response.

"Mighty strong words, runt! You man enough to back that up with more than just a pie plate?!" Buford exclaimed.

"Look, just leave my friends alone." Marty said, backing down a little before starting to walk away towards me.

"What's wrong, dude, you yella?" Buford asked, as Marty pauses in mid-step and turns slowly to face Tannen. "That's what I thought. Yellow belly."

Marty moves back to his original stance, pointing his forefinger at Buford, "Nobody... calls me yellow."

"Let's finish it...right now." Buford said.

"Uh, not now, Buford...Marshall's got our guns." Gang member #1 said.

"Well, like I said, we'll finish this tomorrow." Buford said, undaunted.

"Tomorrow we're robbin' the Pine City Stage." Gang member #2 said.

Buford turns in exasperation to his gang behind him, "How 'bout Monday? We doin' anything on Monday?"

Gang members look at each other and shake their heads.

"No, Monday be fine... you can kill him on Monday." Gang member #3 said.

"I'll be back this way on Monday." Buford said, quickly turning to face Marty. "We'll settle this then." He points a finger in a direction. "Right there out in the street, in front of the Palace Saloon."

"Yeah, right, well, when?" Marty asked, a little uncomfortably before asking another question sarcastically. "High noon?"

"Noon? I do my killin' before breakfast. Seven o'clock!"

"Eight o'clock." Marty said, obviously very uncomfortable with this situation before clearing his throat to regain confidence. "I do my killin' after breakfast."

Doc finally whispers to Marty in a concerned voice, "Marty...no."

"Marty..." I said, while Clara looks at Doc, then and he casually changes his expression to smiling and stops talking to Marty. "You...idiot..."

Seamus and Maggie are watching all of this. Maggie's brought young William and he suddenly begins to cry in her arms.

There is a long silence. Suddenly, the Marshall comes on stage with his rifle.

"Alright now, break it up. What's all this about...you causing trouble here, Tannen?" Marshall's asked.

"No trouble, Marshall. Just a little personal matter between me and Eastwood." Buford said, as Marty looks away in exasperation with Mad Dog obviously thinks this is a little retarded. "This don't concern the law."

"Tonight everything concerns the law – now break it up." Marshall said, without hesitation. "Any brawlin', there's fifteen days in the county jail." He lowers his gun and changes his tone to address the crowd. "Come on, this is a party! Come on, let's have some fun!"

The music resumes. People begin dancing again.

Buford approaches Marty on the sidelines, "8:00, Monday... you ain't here, I'll hunt you and shoot you down like a duck."

"It's dawg, Buford. Shoot 'im down like a dawg." Gang member #1 said.

"Let's go, boys! Let these sissies have their party!" Buford said, obviously upset that his tough-guy image has been shattered by his stupidity.

The gang exits, and Doc and I pulls Marty aside with me looking over at Clara.

"Marty! What the hell were you thinking? Saying that you're gonna meet Tannen." I said, sipping on my gin and tonic.

"Doc, Jared, don't worry about it! Monday morning, 8 AM. We're gonna be gone, right?" Marty asked, looking between Doc and I.

"Theoretically, yes, but what if the train's late?" Doc asked.

"Late?" Marty asked, obviously has not thought of this before and is taken aback.

"Yeah. The train becoming late. Or one of us being drunk causing us to be late for the train." I said, placing my glass on a nearby table.

Clara returns from wherever she went and is instantly by Doc's side.

"We'll discuss this later." Doc said, frowning.

"No, we'll discuss this now...late?" Marty asked.

"Thank you for your gallantry, Mr. Eastwood." Clara said, happily.

"No, hey, ma'am." Marty said, loving the attention and tries to be modest.

"Had you not interceded, Emmett might have been shot!"

"Marty...uh, Clint...and Jared, I'm going to take Clara home." Doc said, sadly.

Before Marty has a chance to respond, he is pulled away by a man at the party.

"You sure set him straight, Mr. Eastwood. I'm glad somebody finally got the gumpton to stand up to that son-of-a-bitch." A man said.

"You're alright in my book, Mr. Eastwood...I'd like to buy you a drink." Another man said.

"Hey, look, I don't want a drink." Marty said, not accustomed to all this attention and faces both men. "It was no big deal."

Marty starts to move in closer, obviously, to begin describing what he did, but there is a tap on his back.

It's the Colt Gun Salesman, holding out a Colt Peacemaker and a gun-belt, "Young man, young man...I'd like you to have this brand new Colt Peacemaker and gun belt, free of charge!"

"Free?" Marty asked, taking the gun and belt.

"I want ever'-body to know that the gun that shot Buford Tannen was a Colt Peacemaker." The Colt Gun salesman said, accentuates the words 'Colt Peacemaker' to make them sound magnificent.

"Hey, hey, thanks." Marty said, studying the gun and belt.

"Of course, you understand that if you lose...I'm taking it back." The Colt Gun salesman said, smiling and walks away.

Marty stares between the gun and the salesman moving into the distance for a moment before thinking of something to say, "Thanks again."

Marty walks in the opposite direction the salesman headed and heads right into Seamus, Maggie, and I (no bumping of course, just an opportunity for us to talk). We continue walking together.

"You had him, Mr. Eastwood! You could have just walked away, and nobody would o' thought the less o' ya for it. All it would have been was words... hot air from a buffoon." Seamus said, with Marty looking away with an obvious air of 'I-don't-need-this'. "Instead you let him rile ya...rile ya into playing his game, his way, playing his rules."

"Seamus, relax, I know what I'm doing." Marty said, smirking.

"He reminds me of poor Martin." Maggie said, letting out a sigh.

"Aye." Seamus said.

"Who?" Marty asked.

"Me brother."

"Now you know why this has become personal." I said, as Marty is obviously stunned.

"Wait a minute, Seamus...you have a brother named Martin McFly?" Marty asked, as we stop walking.

"Had a brother." Seamus said, his voice takes on an explaining air and Marty resumes the 'I-don't-need-this' expression. "Martin used to let men provoke him into fighting. He was concerned people would think him a coward if he refused. That's how he got a bowie knife shoved through his belly in a saloon in Virginia City. Never considered the future, poor Martin, God rest his soul."

"This reminds me of someone I know." I said, and Seamus walks away. "It sucks that I know his future."

"I think I know who you're talking about, Mr. Shay." Maggie said, staying with Marty and I for a moment. "Sure'n hope your considerin' the future, Mr. Eastwood."

Maggie and William, whom she is holding in her arms, follow Seamus.

"I think about it all the time." Marty said, looking at Maggie, Seamus, and I.

(Open POV)

An open field at night...

Doc and Clara are seated on their horses, very close, watching the stars through a telescope.

"And that crater in the middle northwest, out there all by itself like a starburst?" Clara asked.

"Uh-huh." Doc said.

"That one's called Copernicus." Clara said, laughing. "Listen to me, I feel like I'm teaching school!"

"Oh, please, continue your lesson." Doc said, laughing too. "I never found lunar geography so fascinating. You're quite knowledgeable."

"When I was 11, I had diphtheria. I was quarantined for three months, so my father bought me this telescope and put it next to my bed so I could see everything out my window." Clara said, pausing for a moment, looking up at the stars. "Emmett, do you think we'll ever be able to travel to the moon, like we travel across the country on trains?"

"Definitely, although not for another 84 years and not on trains." Doc said, smiling and answered with assuredness. "We'll have space vehicles ... capsules to sail off in rockets – devices that create giant explosions...explosions that are so...powerful that they..."

"...they break the pull of the earth's gravity and send their projectile through outer space." Clara said, finishing Doc's sentence quite calmly as he looked at her in wonder, making the teacher laugh. "Emmett...I read that book too. You're quoting Jules Verne, From The Earth To The Moon."

"You've read Jules Verne?" Doc asked, in obvious quiet excitement.

"I adore Jules Verne."

"So do I. 20,000 Leagues Under The Sea, my absolute favorite. The first time I read that when I was a little boy I wanted to meet Captain Nemo and..."

"Please, Emmett...you couldn't have read that when you were a little boy, it was only first published ten years ago." Clara said, laughing.

"Oh, yes, well...I meant it made me feel like a boy." Doc said, pretending to look confused as he pauses and sees that this is a satisfactory answer. "I never met a woman who liked Jules Verne before."

"I never ever...met a man like you before."

They lean in and kiss.

Morning at the blacksmith shop...

Doc's crazy inventions and obsession with clocks...1800's style. Eggs and pancakes come out and start cooking at scheduled times and Marty and Jared wake up. Marty climbs out of his little cot while Jared climbs out of his sleeping bag. The two are wearing white pajama suits.

"Doc! Doc!" Marty said, not seeing Doc anywhere and speaks to himself. "I hope you know what you're doin'..."

"Oh, Doc made us breakfast." Jared said, walking over to the kitchen to pick up the pancake and eggs to eat them.

Marty's eye falls on the Colt Peacemaker and its belt. The musician picks up the gun and faces the mirror.

"You talking to me? You talking to me, Tannen?" Marty asked, pausing for a moment. "Well I'm the only one here. Go ahead...make my day."

Downtown Hill Valley....

"Hey. Good morning, Mr. Eastwood, Mr. Shay!" A man said, happily.

"Morning." Marty said.

"Morning." Jared said, his hands in his pocket.

"Have a cigar, Mr. Eastwood. Anything I can do for you today, Mr. Eastwood?" Another man asked.

"No, no, it's... fine." Marty said, sadly.

"Good luck tomorrow, Mr. Eastwood! We'll be prayin' for ya!" A third man said, riding by in a carriage with his family.

"Thanks." Marty said, calling back to the third man.

"Good morning, Mr. Eastwood. Interest you in a new suit for a tomorrow?" The Undertaker asked, having a striking resemblance to the scary-looking member of Limp Bizkit who plays guitar.

"Oh no..." Jared said, frowning.

"Ah, I'm...I'm fine. Thanks." Marty said, spotting Doc about fifty yards away, sniffing a flower stuck to his jacket and he approaches him with Jared. "Doc. What are you doing?"

"Oh, nothing...just out enjoying the morning air." Doc said, while he stops sniffing. "It's really lovely here in the morning, don't you think?"

"Yeah, it's lovely Doc. Listen, we gotta load the DeLorean; we gotta get ready to roll alright..." Marty said, smiling.

"Hey, you guys! Look at that tombstone!" Jared said, as he spots freshly carved tombstones in front of a shop waiting to be engraved. "It's the one from the photograph!"

"Jared, you're right! Marty, let me see that photograph again." Doc said, and Marty hands it to him and the scientist looks at it, walking toward me with his back to the actual tombstones, just to sigh. "My name...it's vanished."

"Hey, that's great Doc, Jared! Don't you get it – we're going back to the future tomorrow, so everything's bein' erased!" Marty said, excitedly.

"But only my name is erased! The tombstone itself and the date still remain. That doesn't make sense. We know that this photograph represents what will happen if the events of today continue to run their course into tomorrow." Doc said, sadly.

"Right and so?" Marty asked.

"So everything!" Jared said, angrily.

"Excuse me, Mr. Eastwood, I just need to take your measurement." The Undertaker said, approaching Marty and pulling out a measuring tape from Marty's shoulder to his feet.

"Hey, look, pal, I don't want to buy a suit!" Marty yelled.

"No, this is for your coffin." The Undertaker said, laughing.

"My coffin?!" Marty exclaimed.

"Well, the odds are running two to one against you." The Undertaker said, pulling the measuring tape back to its original position and makes a choking motion with his hand against his own throat. "Might as well be prepared."

The Undertaker walks away from Doc, Marty, and Jared.

"So...it may not be my name that's supposed to end up on that tombstone. It may be yours." Doc said, looking at Marty.

Marty continues walking away from the tombstone and then stops, with his hand to his forehead, "Great Scott!"

"I know, this is heavy." Doc said, assuming a position behind Marty's shoulder.

"Time can be rewritten. Marty, you can be born in the 20th century and die in the 19th due to wanting to face Tannen tomorrow." Jared said, walking up to be behind Marty also.

"I know. I know." Marty said, letting out a sigh.

Marty, Doc, and Jared start walking in the original direction Marty and Jared had been in when they entered town today.

"Marty, why are wearing that gun? You're not considering running against Tannen tomorrow!" Doc said, angrily.

"Doc, tomorrow morning, I'm going back to the future with you and Jared. But if Buford Tannen comes looking for trouble, I'm going to be ready for him. You heard what that son-of-a-bitch called me last night." Marty said.

"Marty, you can't overreact like that every single time you get called a name! That's what causes you to get into an accident in the future!" Jared said, worried.

"What? What about my future?" Marty asked, suddenly stopping in his tracks and turned to look between Doc and Jared.

"We can't tell you. It might make things worse." Doc said, and his expression changes to one of sad, final acceptance.

"Wait a minute, Doc...Jared...what is wrong with my future?!" Marty exclaimed.

"Marty, that moment in time is still. If we tell you what happens, it becomes fixed. I wish I could tell you now, but it can change. Time can be rewritten." Jared said, grabbing Doc's hand.

"Jared's right, Marty. He has gone through this hundreds of times at this point due to traveling with the Doctor." Doc said, calmly. "Marty...we all have to make decisions that affect the course of our lives. You've gotta do what you've gotta do. And I've gotta do what I've gotta do. Jared's gotta do what he's gotta do."

Doc and Jared walk away as Marty pauses for a moment, staring into space, before following them.

Near the railroad tracks at night...

Marty is stooped down repairing something on a bump in the tracks when Doc and Jared appear and stoops down to talk.

"Marty. Jared." Doc said, sadly.

"Yeah?" Marty asked, looking up at Doc.

"Doc, I know the decision you've made. If you want to do it, then do it. I have nothing against you." Jared said, smiling. "In fact, I would have done it with my Clara. The Ponds have already done it in a more bittersweet way."

"I know. The Angels Take Manhattan. You've told me that story about Amy Pond and Rory Williams, Jared. Thank you for telling me about them." Doc said, happily. "Marty, let me tell you my decision after getting some inspiration from Jared's friends. I'm not going with you and Jared tomorrow. I'm staying here."

"What are you talkin' about, Doc?!" Marty exclaimed, slowly, then defiantly.

"There's no point in denying it. I'm in love with Clara."

"Oh man. Doc, we don't belong here! None of us! You know, it could still be you that gets shot tomorrow!" Marty said, puffing his chest out and points at it, then takes out the photograph of the tombstone from his pocket and stuffs it in Doc's face. "This tombstone could still be in your future!"

"Marty. As I've said. Time can be rewritten. It is a still point in time after all. And you know that!. It's the butterfly effect." Jared said, taking out some chocolate chip cookies to snack on them.

"Jared's right. As always, Marty. 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..." Doc said, pointing a finger at his heart. "...in my heart."

"Doc...you're a scientist." Marty said, letting out a sigh. "So you tell me. What's the right thing to do, up here?"

Marty points to his own forehead.

"You're right, Marty." Doc said, sighing and pausing.

They pull a switch and the DeLorean rolls slowly down the tracks. Marty, Doc, and Jared stare after it.

"Wow, that worked great." Marty said.

"I've at least gotta tell her goodbye." Doc said, sadly.

"C'mon...Doc...I mean, think about it...what are you gonna say to her, I gotta go back to the future? I mean, she's not gonna understand that, Doc. How long I been with ya and I don't even understand it?" Marty asked, pausing for a moment as Doc sighs. "Doc. Listen. Maybe we could...I dunno, maybe we could just take Clara with us."

"To the future?" Doc asked, pausing for a moment to think about it. "Jared tried to do that with the Victorian version of his Clara during the adventures he had with the Doctor. And look at how that turned out for him. You've reminded me, Marty, I'm a scientist so I must be scientific about this. Jared and 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. Traveling through time has become much too painful."

Doc exits and Marty and Jared stare after him before following him.

Outdoors by a campfire...

Marty, Doc, and Jared are warming themselves in front of a fire, Marty and Jared are soundly asleep on the ground. Doc gets up.

Clara's house...

There is a knock on the door.

"It's Emmett, Clara." Doc said, nearby.

Clara is writing at a desk. She gets up and opens the door, smiling when she sees Doc.

"Oh, Emmett, won't you come in?" Clara asked.

"No...I better not. I..." Doc said, frowning.

"What's wrong?"

"I've come to say goodbye."

"Goodbye? Well, where ya goin'?"

"I'm going away...and I'm afraid I'll never see you again."

"Emmett..."

"Clara...I want you to know that I care about you deeply, but I realize that I don't belong here, and I have to go back to where I came from." Doc said, looking at Clara.

"And where might that be?" Clara asked.

"...I can't tell you."

"Well, wherever you're going, take me with you!" Clara said, worried.

"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." Doc said, sadly.

"I don't understand what you're trying to say."

"Clara...I don't think there's anyway that you can understand it."

"Please, Emmett, please...I have to know. If you sincerely do love me...then tell me the truth."

"All right then. I'm from the future." Doc said, and Clara looks at him in disbelief. "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." Clara said, while her face changed to a look of certainty as Doc looks relieved, but the teacher slowly clenches her teeth and menacingly steps toward him. "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!" She slaps Doc on the cheek. "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! Clara turns back toward her door. "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!"

Clara slams the door.

"But that's not the truth!" Doc said, staring after Clara. "Why did it go so well for Jared when it came to the Victorian version of his Clara until she died? But why was my Clara's reaction to the truth worse?"

There is a pause. Doc, in a heartbreakingly emotional way, removes the flower from his suit that Clara has given him and leaves it on the window sill next to her doorway. He exits, and we notice through the window a bedroom. Clara runs into the room and buries her face on the bed, crying.

The saloon at night...

"Emmett! What can I get you, the usual?" The bartender asked.

"No, Chester, I'm gonna need something a lot stronger than that tonight." Doc said.

"Sarsaparilla." The bartender said, certainty in his voice.

"Whiskey, Chester."

"Whiskey...Emmett, are you sure? You know what happened to you on the Fourth of July..." The bartender said, staring at Doc in wonder.

"Whiskey."

The bartender is taking out the bottle.

"Okay, I ain't your papa." The bartender said, pouring some in a small shot glass. "I just don't wanna see you...losing the whole thing."

"You can leave the bottle." Doc said, stopping the Bartender from moving to put the bottle back.

A bearded, spectacled man slides down the bar-table thing and begins speaking to Doc.

"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." The bearded man said.

"Oh-ho. My Clara was one in a million. Like how Jared has that for his Clara. Mine was one in a billion. One in a googolplex. The woman of my dreams and I lost her for all time." Doc said, looking at the bearded man.

"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."

"Oh-ho...the future, I can tell you about the future."

Dawn at the campfire...

Marty and Jared are just waking up, lifting their heads from the barrel of their guns which they slept on top of the entire night.

"Oh...oh, man, did I sleep...what time is it, Doc, Jared?" Marty asked, as he and Jared noticed Doc wasn't there.

"Doc! Jared, where's the Doc?"

"I forgot! That's what I get for being hungover." Jared said, and Marty looked at the photo of the tombstone. "Maybe he is at his shop."

Underneath the text, 'Here lies...', very faintly the words 'Clint Eastwood' are beginning to appear. Marty and Jared look up and see Doc's horse is gone.

Dawn at another campfire with Tannen and his gang...

They have also been sleeping. Buford, however, is more than awake.

"Wake up!" Buford yelled, kicking one of his gang members in the stomach, forcing him to cringe and try to get up. "I got me a runt to kill!"

Buford does it again to another member.

"It's still early, boss." Gang member #1 said.

"It's still early!" Gang member #2 said.

"I'm hungry." Buford said, looking at his gang.

Saloon...

Doc is holding his shot glass and talking to the entire saloon in a slow, distant voice, "...but in the future, we don't need horses. We have horseless carriages called auto-mo-biles."

An Old Timer chuckles, "If everybody's got one of these automo-whatsits, does anybody walk or run anymore?"

"Of course they run. But for recreation, for fun." Doc said.

"Run for fun? Ha-ha, what the hell kind of fun is that?" The old timer asked.

Another Old Timer laughs hysterically.

(Jared's POV)

Town...

Marty and I jumped off our horses.

We ran into the blacksmith shop.

Blacksmith shop...

"Doc! Doc!" Marty yelled.

Town...

Marty and I came out of the blacksmith shop and we looked around.

"The saloon." I said, and I saw the saloon nearby. "Doc is trying to get drunk, Marty."

Saloon...

"How much has he had?" The old timer asked.

"None. That's his first one and he hasn't touched it, yet. He just likes to hold it." The bartender said.

The Old Timer laughs. Marty and I burst into the saloon, with us running towards Doc.

"Doc! Doc!" Marty said, seeing the glass. "What're you doin'?"

"I lost her, Marty, Jared. There's nothing left of me here." Doc said, sadly.

"All right, so that's why you've gotta come back with us." Marty said.

"Where?" Doc asked, looking confused.

"Back to the future!" Marty said, in a what's-wrong-with-you voice.

"Yeah! We have to go back to 1985 to check up on Einstein and Jennifer!" I said, happily.

"Right. Let's get going." Doc said, speaking with a sudden conviction and putting down his glass.

"Great." Marty said, smiling.

"Gentlemen, excuse me, but my friends and I have to catch a train." Doc said.

"Here's to ya, blacksmith." The old timer said, raising his glass in salute.

"And to the future!" Old timer #2 said, raising his glass too.

"Amen." Old timer #3 said.

"Amen." Doc said, raising his glass from the bar and putting his mouth to it.

"Doc, no!" I said, but I'm too late, and Doc has already swallowed the whiskey. "Damn it!"

As Marty, the bartender, and I watch in horror, Doc takes one step forward and keels over, knocking over the Old Timers' table and their breakfasts.

"Doc! Doc! Doc! C'mon, Doc, wake up, wake up, Doc." Marty said, looking at me. "Jared, how many did he have?"

"Since time has been going the way I remember it so far. Doc has only one shot of whiskey." I said, sadly.

"Just one?! C'mon, Doc." Marty said, speaking in disbelief.

"There's a feller that can't hold his liquor." The bartender said, sadly.

"Okay. Give us some black coffee. The Doc needs it." I said, placing a chocolate chip cookie into my mouth.

"Joey, coffee!" The bartender said, angrily.

Marty and I look out the window and see the clock. It reads 7:45.

(Open POV)

A road...

"Giddy up, hey, hoot!" The gang yelled.

Tannen's gang gallops on their horses towards town.

Ticket office at the train station...

"Ma'am." The clerk said.

"How far does the 8:00 train go?" Clara asked.

"San Francisco's the end of the line."

"I'll take a one way ticket."

(Jared's POV)

Saloon...

Marty and I are trying to feed Doc the coffee, and nothing is working.

"You want to sober him up in a hurry, boys, you're gonna have to use something a lot stronger than coffee." The bartender said, looking between Marty and I.

"Would green tea help? Or any form of tea? We need to know now." I said, placing another cookie in my mouth.

"No. Tea isn't strong enough."

"Yeah, what do you suggest?" Marty asked.

"Joey. Let's make some wake up juice." The bartender said, smiling.

Someone sets out a variety of ingredients; salts and liquids and things like that. The bartender pours the mixture with the help of Joey.

"In about ten minutes, he's gonna be as sober as a priest on Sunday." The bartender said.

"Ten minutes?!" Marty exclaimed, looking at the clock, sees it is now 7:50. "Why do we have to cut these things so damn close?"

"Here, stick this clothespin on his nose, and when he opens up his mouth, go ahead and pour it down his throat." The bartender said, walking over with the glass of liquid, a funnel, and a clothespin with Marty beginning to comply. "Oh, and stand back."

Marty pours the liquid through the funnel and for a moment nothing happens. Luckily Marty and I stand up just in time, because Doc's eyes suddenly open wide, he jumps up and shrieks...

"Wahhhh! Hot! Hot!" Doc yelled, running out of the saloon and turning, crashing straight into the water-filled horse trawl.

The Doc doesn't move.

Marty, the bartender, and I run out after him and look around, and spot him by the horse trawl. We lift him out of the water and look at his face.

"He's still out!" Marty said, worried.

"What the hell happened?!" I exclaimed.

"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." The bartender said, as we bring Doc back into the saloon.

"Perfect." Marty said, annoyed.

(Open POV)

Hill Valley train station...

Clara boards the train, apparently signalling that Marty, Doc, and Jared are late.

(Jared's POV)

Saloon...

Seamus McFly enters as Marty, the bartender, and I are slapping Doc's (who is sitting in a chair, unconscious) face, trying to get him to wake up.

"C'mon, Doc, c'mon...wake up, buddy. C'mon, wake up, Doc, c'mon, c'mon." Marty said.

"Seamus. Wouldn't expect to see you here this morning." The bartender said, looking at Seamus.

"Aye. But something inside me told me I should be 'ere. I think my future had something to do with it." Seamus said, smiling.

Marty turns for a moment and stares at Seamus.

Then the bartender speaks, snapping him back into helping-Doc mode, "He'll come around in a minute."

"C'mon, Doc, c'mon...wake up, now, buddy, c'mon." Marty said, trying to wake Doc up.

"Are you in there, Eastwood?" Buford asked, as Marty and I looked up out the window which is on the other side of the room with the Tannen outside, yelling into the saloon. "It's eight o'clock, and I'm calling you out."

"Ugh. You don't know when to not walk away." I said, and I tossed another chocolate chip cookie to eat it.

"It's not 8:00 yet!" Marty said, stepping towards Buford cautiously, yelling through the closed window.

"It is by my watch! Let's settle this once and for all, runt. Or ain't you got the guts?" Buford asked.

Marty takes the photo of the tombstone from his pocket and sees that the photograph now clearly reads 'Here lies Clint Eastwood'. He is shocked. Slowly, he gulps.

"Listen. I'm not really feeling up to this today. So I'm gonna have to forfeit!" Marty said, terrified.

"Forfeit? Forfeit! He turns to one of his gang members. What's that mean?" Buford asked.

"Uh...it means that you win without a fight." A gang member said, sadly.

"Without shootin'? Hey, he can't do that." Buford said, starting to yell at Marty again. "You can't do that!" Marty gulps again. "You know what I think? Ah, 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..."

"Doc! C'mon, sober up, buddy, let's go with Jared." Marty said, quickly turning back to Doc.

"2..."

"You better get out there son – I got $20 goin' betting on ya so you can't let me down." An old timer said.

"I got $30 goin' betting against you so don't let ME down." Old timer #2 said.

"3...4..." Buford said.

"You better face up to it, son, because if you don't go out there..." Old timer #3 said.

"5..."

"What? What if I don't go out there?" Marty asked.

"You're a coward!" The old timer said, angrily.

"6..." Buford said.

"And you'll be branded a coward for the rest of your days!" Old timer #2 yelled.

"Ever' body, ever were, will say Clint Eastwood is the biggest yeller belly in the west." Old timer #3 said.

"Marty, this will put the real Clint Eastwood's career on the line. You put his life on the line. And his career as an Old West star will never kick off due to this." I said, sadly.

"I know." Marty said, frowning.

Buford looks at his gang members. One of them holds up seven fingers for him.

"7..." Buford said.

"Here..." A man said, sliding a gun across the table.

"8..." Buford said.

"I already got a gun." Marty said, passing the gun back to the man.

"9..." Buford said.

Marty stares wide-eyed at me and everyone else around him and each and every one of them, including me, returns the wide-eyed, silent gaze.

"10! You hear me, runt? I said that's ten, you gutless yella pie slinger." Buford said.

"He's an asshole! I don't care what Tannen says! And I don't care what anybody else says either." Marty said, shrugging suddenly.

Just then, Doc jumps up.

"Whoa!" Doc said.

"Doc, Doc, you okay?!" Marty exclaimed.

"I think so...whoa, what a headache!"

"Hey. You got a back door somewhere?" I asked, looking at the bartender.

"Yeah, it's in the back." The bartender said.

"C'mon, Doc, Jared, let's go." Marty said, as he, Doc, and I started heading out.

"Are you comin' out here, runt, or do I have to go in there after ya?" Buford asked.

Marty, Doc, and I escape out a back door and start climbing down some stairs in an alleyway.

"The thing I really miss here is Tylenol." Doc said, letting out a sigh.

A gang member turns and spots us.

"Hey!" A gang member said, and Marty instantly jumps away. "Freeze with your friend, blacksmith!"

(Open POV)

Train...

The whistle blows. The train is finally leaving the station. The bearded man from last night is sitting next to another man directly behind Clara, who is sitting alone.

"Yessir, 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." A bearded man said.

The back of the saloon...

Marty is alone. He watches out the window as Tannen and his gang members hold Doc and Jared.

"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 and your other friend here." Buford said.

"Forget about me, Marty, and save yourself!" Doc said, worried.

"Marty, get in the Delorean and get the hell out of here!" Jared said, terrified.

"You got one minute to decide. You hear me runt? One minute!" Buford said.

Marty turns from the window.

On the train...

"I never seen a man so broken up over a woman. What'd you say her name was? Cara? Sara?" The bearded man asked.

"Clara?" A man asked, next to the bearded man.

"Clara!"

Clara instantly spins around, "Excuse me."

"Ma'am." The bearded man said.

"But was this man tall, with great big brown puppy dog eyes and long silvery flowing hair?" Clara asked.

"You know him?"

"Emmett!" Clara said, spinning around and pulling on a string, bringing the train instantly to a halt.

Everyone almost topples out of their seats.

Outside saloon....

Marty is not there; Buford and his gang (with Doc and Jared) are.

"Times up, runt!" Buford said, throwing the watch at Doc and Jared and pointing his gun toward them. "Prepare to meet your Maker, blacksmith and friend."

"Right here, Tannen!" Marty yelled, nearby.

Buford turns. They assume positions seen in normal shooting scenes in Westerns. A crowd gathers – everyone who was in the saloon comes out and so do all the townspeople nearby.

"Draw!" Buford said, angrily.

"No!" Marty said, while Buford stares at him with the musician throws his gun and belt down, gulping. "I thought we could settle this like men."

"You thought wrong, dude." Buford said, after a pause and shoots with Marty falling to the ground.

Buford laughs and walks toward the fallen 'Eastwood'.

"Doc, the letter." Jared said, as he and Doc looked at Buford and then turned to see Marty on the ground, turning back and forth in disbelief. "Remember?"

"Right." Doc said, grabbing Jared's hand.

"Ahh, thank ya." Buford said, stopping in front of Marty, pointing his gun at him to finish him off.

Suddenly Marty's foot flies up and knocks the gun out of Buford's hand. He stands up to Buford's shock, lifting his shirt to reveal a nineteenth century stove that he had put under it as a bullet-proof vest (he stole it from the Eastwood movie Biff was watching in the alternate 1985). Buford throws a punch and nearly breaks his hand because it is so hard. Marty takes off the stove-thing and crashes it down on top of Buford's head. He falls, but then stands up again. Marty punches him again and again, and Buford crashes into a tombstone in front of a shop, breaking it in half, and then he lands headfirst in the A. Jones Manure Cart. Everyone stares.

"That was good." Seamus said, chuckling slightly.

The deputy marshall and his officers are galloping on horseback toward the scene.

"You know what I think? I think Buford's going to jail." A gang member said.

"You're right." Gang member #2 said.

"Where do you think you're going?" Jared asked, and all of the gang members take off, but he and Doc stop them.

The gang members just let go of Doc and Jared and run away.

"Get him out of that shit. Get them!" The Deputy Marshall said, indicating the escaping criminals, and his officers gallop away in pursuit.

The Mayor points his long rifle at Buford's head.

"Buford Tannen, you're under arrest for robbing the Pine City Stage. You got anything to say?" The Deputy Marshall asked.

"I hate manure." Buford said, slowly spits out two mouthfuls of manure.

"Doc! Marty! Look!" Jared said, indicating the split tombstone and Marty immediately whips out the photo, from which the image of the tombstone vanishes.

"Yes!" Marty said, happily.

The train whistle blows.

"Crap! The train!" Jared said, looking between Marty and Doc.

"Can we make it?" Marty asked.

"We'll have to cut it off at Coyote Pass!" Doc said.

They quickly get on their horses but before they leave a little boy stops Marty.

"Hey Mister...Mr. Eastwood. Here's your gun, Mister." The little boy said, giving the gun to Marty.

"Thanks, kid." Marty said, spotting his great-great-grandfather standing in front of the saloon with Seamus grins and rolls his hands into fists, faking a punch to show that he saw what the musician did. "Seamus!" He throws the gun and the belt at Seamus. "Worth $12, never been used."

"Maybe I'll trade it for a new hat or two." Seamus said, smiling.

"Right, and take care of that baby!" Marty said, riding off with Doc and Jared toward the trains.

"I will!" Seamus said, calling after Marty.

Blacksmith shop...

Clara bursts in, shouting, "Emmett! Emmett! Emmett!"

Clara stops and studies the model of the railroad.

Clara picks up the wooden futuristic automobile and reads the words printed on it, "...Time machine..."

Outside the moving train somewhere in the countryside outside Hill Valley...

"C'mon, Marty, Jared!" Doc said.

"Ah! Ah!" Marty said.

Doc and Jared are standing on the train.

"Marty, give me your hand!" Jared said, looking at Marty.

"Ahhh! Whoa! Whoa! Ahh!" Marty said, grabbing Jared's hand.

Somewhere...

Clara is on her horse following the train.

Moving train...

As they jump the trains, Doc, Marty, and Jared make very peculiar yelling noises.

"Wa-ha!" Doc said.

"Whoa!" Marty said.

"I've done this loads of times over the years! Come on, Doc! Marty!" Jared said, taking the lead with the jumping on the train cars.

Marty jumps on the top of another car, yelling all the way, "Ahhhhh!"

"C'mon, let's go! Masks on." Doc said.

They tie bandanas over their mouths and climb over a train car filled with logs and into the engineer's car.

"Freeze!" Doc said, and he, Marty, and Jared are holding guns.

"Is this a holdup?" The engineer asked, holding his hands up.

"It's a science experiment! Stop the train before you hit the switch track up ahead." Doc said, after he, Marty, and Jared looked at each other.

(Jared's POV)

Outside in front of the train, which is a few paces away from the DeLorean which has already been rolled onto the tracks...

"Doc! Jared!" Marty said, holding his hand up after doing something to the tracks.

"Nice work, Marty!" I said, excitedly.

"Uncouple the cars from the tender." Doc said, pointing a gun at the engineer and his assistant giving them directions.

Marty and I climb up into the train as it starts to move. Doc blows the train whistle. It makes a 'Toot! Toot!' noise.

"I've wanted to do that my whole life!" Doc said, while Marty and I laughed.

Between the DeLorean and the train....

Marty, Doc, and I are grabbing colored logs from the car and carrying them to the train.

"What are these things, anyway?" Marty asked.

"My own version of Presto Logs. Compressed wood with anthracite dust chemically treated to make the fire burn hotter and longer. I use them in my forge. These three will light the fire sequentially, make the fire burn hotter, kick up the boiler pressure and make the train go faster." Doc said.

"Basically, we're using this train and the logs to make us go back to the future." I said, happily.

(Open POV)

With Clara, who is still following the train....

Clara sees the cars and not the actual train-thing, and kicks her horse in its side with her foot.

"Hiyah!" Clara said, as she started moving again.

(Jared's POV)

Inside the DeLorean...

Marty and I are in the car, which is hooked up to the front of the train. Doc is in the front of the train.

The train whistle blows.

"Ready to roll!" Marty said, talking into his Gekota walkie talkie.

"Let's go!" I said, talking into my Gekota walkie talkie, as I know that Clara is following us with her being able to see us, but we cannot see her. "I am seriously done with the Old West. Twice is enough for me."

"Emmett!" Clara yelled.

"Marty. Jared. Are the time circuits on?" Doc asked, through his Gekota walkie talkie.

"Yup. They are." I said, talking into my Gekota walkie talkie and turning on the time circuits.

"One of you, input the destination time – October 27, 1985, 11 AM." Doc said, talking into his Gekota walkie talkie.

"I've done it." I said, talking into my Gekota walkie talkie and punching this information into the keypad. "Marty, how fast are we going?"

"We're cruising at a steady 25 miles an hour, Doc, Jared." Marty said, through his Gekota walkie talkie and looking at the speedometer.

"I'm throwing in the Presto Logs." Doc said, talking into his Gekota walkie talkie and he throws the logs into the fire, one by one. "Marty, Jared, the new gauge will show the boiler temperature." Inside the DeLorean, Marty and I look at the new device Doc has installed. "The color coding indicates when each log will fire. Green, yellow, and red. Each detonation will be accompanied by a sudden burst of acceleration. Hopefully we'll get up to 88 miles per hour before the needle hits two thousand."

"Right, what happens when it hits two thousand?" Marty asked, talking into his Gekota walkie talkie.

Clara has meanwhile caught up with the end of the train.

"That's when the whole motor will explode." I said, talking into my Gekota walkie talkie.

"Perfect." Marty said, looking at me as he talked into his Gekota walkie talkie.

Clara gets off her horse and climbs onto the end of the train.

"Hey, Doc, we just hit 35!" Marty said, talking into his Gekota walkie talkie.

"Okay, Marty, Jared, I'm coming aboard!" Doc said, talking into his Gekota walkie talkie and he began climbing to the front of the train, where the DeLorean and the locomotive are connected.

"Emmett!" Clara yelled, nearby.

"Come on, come on." Marty said, staring at the speedometer, talking to himself.

"Shit! Doc!" I said, talking into my Gekota walkie talkie and looking at the gauge to see it reaching yellow. "You better hold onto the piping of the train! The yellow log's about to blow!"

There is a gigantic explosion and Clara is stunned, as she was thrown back a little on the car she was climbing on.

"Ahh!" Clara said, as the wind blows in her face. "Golly."

"We just passed 40!" Marty said, talking into his Gekota walkie talkie.

"Emmett! Emmett! Emmett!" Clara said, and she climbed into the driver's seat of the locomotive.

I swing open the gull-wing door and shouts into the walkie talkie while I openly look at Doc for the first time, "Doc, come on!"

"We just passed 45, Doc, go for it!" Marty said, talking into the Gekota walkie talkie before looking at the speedometer and muttering. "Fifty."

The train whistle blows. This stuns Marty, Doc, and I, because we all think no one is on the train but us and Marty and I know Doc is no longer in the driver's seat. Doc turns.

"Emmett!" Clara said, happily.

"Clara!" Doc said, while he nearly screamed with delight.

"I love you." Clara said, shrugging and shouts in the din.

I looked down at my hoverboard and placed it inside my 'bigger on the inside' backpack.

"Doc, Jared, Doc, Jared! What's happening?!" Marty exclaimed, talking into his Gekota walkie talkie.

"It's Clara, Doc's Clara, she's on the train!" I said, looking at Marty.

"Clara!" Marty said, sitting in the driver's seat of the DeLorean and looking at me. "Perfect."

"Marty, Jared. She's in the cab. I'm gonna go back for her." Doc said, talking into his Gekota walkie talkie.

Just then, the DeLorean passes by a windmill.

"The windmill! Doc, the windmill! We're goin' past 60; you'll never make it!" Marty said, talking into his Gekota walkie talkie.

"Then we'll have to take her back with us! Marty, keep calling out the speed! And Jared, keep an eye on the gauge!" Doc said, talking into his Gekota walkie talkie as he turns to Clara and shouts to her. "Clara, climb out here to me!"

"I don't know if I can!" Clara said, terrified.

"You can do it! Just don't look down...that's it!" Doc said, and Clara slowly made her way out of the cab.

"Sixty miles an hour, Doc!" Marty said, talking into his Gekota walkie talkie.

"You're doing fine! Nice and steady! Come on! Just a little further!" Doc said, looking at Clara as she is edging closer and closer to him, climbing on the edge of the train.

"I can't Emmett, I'm scared!" Clara said, worried.

"Seventy!" Marty said, talking into his Gekota walkie talkie.

"Come on...you're doing fine...nice and easy...that's it...don't look down..." Doc said, trying to reach Clara.

"Doc! The red log's about to blow!" I said, talking into my Gekota walkie talkie and looking at the gauge to see it nearly hitting red. "Be careful out there!"

"Clara!" Doc said, as there is a huge explosion and Clara nearly falls off the train. "Whoa!"

"Emmett!" Clara said, looking at Doc.

"Clara! Hold on!"

"I can't!" Clara said, screaming in desperation; she's hanging upside down with her dress ripping.

Inside the car, Marty's hoverboard flies by itself into the seat I am in.

"Doc! I'm gonna pass you Marty's hoverboard and a vortex manipulator I picked up during my travels!" I said, talking into my Gekota walkie talkie and reaching into my backpack to pull out a vortex manipulator.

"Jared! Watch out!" Doc said, looking at me.

I turn around to see, just in time, a wooden sign that indicates that the bridge is not yet finished.

I duck into the car before the sign is blown apart by the car, "Ahhh!"

"Ahhh! Ahh! Emmett! Help!" Clara yelled.

"Hold on, Clara! Whoo!" Doc said, worried.

"Doc! Catch them!" I said, talking into my Gekota walkie talkie.

Doc nods and I send the hoverboard flying toward him, I then tossed the vortex manipulator to the scientist.

"Whoa!" Doc said, and his feet landed on the board and he caught the vortex manipulator and placed it inside his pocket.

"Marty! Doc got them!" I said, happily.

"Yes! Yes!" Marty said, looking at me.

"Emmett!" Clara said.

"Hold on!"

"Whahhh!"

Doc picks Clara up just in time; they are together on the hoverboard.

"Yes! Why did you give Doc a vortex manipulator?" Marty asked.

"Spoilers." I said, while Marty and I watch in horror as Doc and Clara, staring into each other's eyes, fly away from the DeLorean. "He might need it someday, Marty."

But there is no time to do anything about it; I slam the gull-wing door and prepare for temporal displacement. Marty, the DeLorean, and I disappear and the locomotive, on fire, falls off the edge of the ravine.

1985 Railroad Tracks....

The familiar three sonic booms are heard, and the DeLorean pops out of nowhere onto the tracks. Marty and I, sheepish, wave to everyone who stares at us from out of nowhere in Old Western clothes in the middle of the railroad tracks in a weird-looking car.

Suddenly there is a modern day train whistle. Marty and I look up and stare, mortified, as we see a huge freight that is about to collide head-on with the DeLorean. I placed my backpack on my back.

"Shit!" Marty said, as just in time, we fumbled to open the doors on both sides and we slid out. "Ahh!"

We are still in the air when the DeLorean is hit by the train and disintegrates into a million different pieces. The train moves on. Marty and I go over to where the car used to be, staring as the time circuit boards flicker one last time before they go dead forever.

"Well, Doc, it's destroyed." Marty said, lifting his head. "Just like you wanted. Jared, what do we do now?"

"We have to pick up Jennifer." I said, sadly. "I can't believe it's over."

Outside Marty's house...

Marty runs past the sign that says Lyon Estates and toward his garage with me, the door of which is open. The musician slams down a bottle of car-hood-waxer-stuff that was already on the hood of the truck. We heard a voice from behind the truck.

"Hey buttheads! Get away from..." Biff said, getting out from behind the car.

"Watch it, Biff." Marty said, annoyed.

"We don't have the time for your attitude, Biff." I said, rolling my eyes.

Biff's tone instantly changes, "Marty! Jared! I – I didn't mean to scare both of ya! I didn't recognize either of you in those clothes!"

"What the hell are you doing to Marty's truck?"

"Uh...just puttin' on the second coat now!" Biff said, indicating Marty's clothes and my clothes. "You goin' cowboys, huh?"

Biff gives Marty and I a quick thumbs-up.

The front door flies open and Dave (still in a suit) comes out.

"C'mon, guys, we'll be late for brunch." Dave said, looking at his watch.

The entire family starts coming out, one by one, at random intervals from the house.

"Come on, Dad, they won't hold your reservations all day!" Linda said, angrily.

"Lorraine, have you seen my glasses?" George asked.

They're in your suede jacket, honey." Lorraine said, and she is the first to notice her son and me. "Marty. We thought you and Jared went to the lake."

"You two wore those to the lake?" Linda asked, looking between Marty and I.

"Thank God you guys are all back to normal." Marty said, looking at his family.

"If they're back to normal, that means the present is back to normal." I said, smiling.

"Hey Marty, Jared. Who're you two supposed to be, Clint Eastwood and John Wayne?" Dave asked, looking between Marty and I.

"Right. We gotta go get Jennifer." Marty said, while he and I got into his truck.

"I really like those hats, Marty and Jared." Biff said, still fixated on the clothes Marty and I are wearing.

"Thanks, Biff." Marty said, starting his truck's engine.

"Yeah. Thanks. We really appreciate it." I said, happily.

Outside Jennifer's house....

Marty pulls up his truck and he and I climb out. Jennifer is still sleeping in the swinging bench (from the position Marty, Doc, and I left her in during Back to the Future Part II).

"Jennifer. Jen. Jennifer. Wake up." Marty said, sitting beside her on the swing. "Jared, how do I wake her up?"

Jennifer hasn't stirred yet. Marty gently touches Jennifer's cheek and she croons softly.

"True love's kiss." I said, as Marty bends down and Jennifer kisses him with her eyes open and she smiles. "Told ya it would work."

"Marty." Jennifer said, sitting up and embracing Marty, and she changes her expression. "I had the worst nightmare."

Town...

Marty and Jennifer are sitting in the truck with me sitting in the back of the truck, waiting for a traffic light. No other cars are around.

"Marty, Jared, that dream I had was so real. It was about the future. It was about us...and Marty, you got fired." Jennifer said, sadly.

"What do you mean, I got fired?" Marty asked, reading the sign outside the car on Jennifer's side. "Hilldale." The word registers. "Hilldale! Jennifer, this is where we live...I...I mean, this is, uh, this is where we're gonna live. Someday."

"Yeah..." I said, as Marty smiled sheepishly.

"Marty...Jared...it was a dream, wasn't it?" Jennifer asked, looking at Marty and I very strangely.

Before Marty and I get a chance to reply, there is a sound of tires screeching and another truck pulls up next to us. It's Needles and his gang. Inside the truck, the song 'The Power of Love' by Huey Lewis and the News is booming.

"Hey! The big 'M'. How's it hanging, McFly?" Needles asked.

"Hey, Needles." Marty said, without looking at his archrival.

"Nice set of wheels. Let's see what she can do...next green light." Needles said, nodding approvingly of Marty's new truck.

"No thanks."

"What's the matter? Chicken?"

"Marty...don't." Jennifer said, grabbing Marty's hand.

"Jennifer's right. Listen to her, Marty. Please." I said, sadly.

"Jennifer. Jared. Grab a hold of something." Marty said, pulling the mode lever back.

Needles and his gang laugh hysterically and as they get more and more excited as seconds pass, at regular intervals they rev up the engine. Marty looks at them as if they're crazy. The light turns green, and all we see are tires rolling and screeching. Needles speeds on ahead, while Marty spins around and his truck goes in reverse. Marty, Jennifer, and I stare out the back window at Needles, who is a lone racer.

"Did you do that on purpose?" Jennifer asked, slightly shocked.

"Yeah. You think I was stupid enough to race that asshole?" Marty asked.

Just then, a Rolls Royce appears, apparently wanting to get out of a private street. Needles' truck almost hits it, and he spins around the vehicle just in time.

"Geez...I would've hit that Rolls Royce." Marty said, as he stares, puzzled, Jennifer takes out the Cusco fax she brought home from the future earlier and watches as the text, 'YOU'RE FIRED!!!', vanishes from the page. "Jared, was this the still point in time you mentioned?"

"Yup." I said, looking over at Marty. "It was. After everything we've been through. You thought I wouldn't hint towards it."

"That explains why you were trying to stop me like Jennifer would."

"It erased." Jennifer said, in an awed whisper by looking at the blank paper.

At the wreckage site of the DeLorean...

No one is there but Marty, Jennifer, and I.

"You two are right. There's not much left." Jennifer said.

"Doc's never comin' back. I'm sure gonna miss him, Jen, Jared." Marty said, picking up a torn piece of paper from the mess.

It's a picture, torn in half, of Doc at the clock tower in 1885, probably the one Marty and I took from 1955.

"Same." I said, as the other half of the picture is missing. "Doc Brown, he reminds me so much of the Doctor, Marty."

Suddenly the rail crossing bells start ringing but there is no train in either direction. Jennifer, Marty, and I turn from one direction to the other, puzzled.

"What the hell?" Marty asked.

Suddenly there is a huge 'boom' and Marty, Jennifer, and I are thrown back ten feet and we land in the grass. A shiny train, with 'ELB' written on the side, appears. Out of the cab window, Doc pops his head out. He is wearing a tuxedo-ish outfit with a tophat, his hair combed now.

"Doc!" Marty said, excitedly.

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

"Doc! Doc!" Marty said, getting excited.

"What's up, Doc?" I asked, walking up to the time train.

"Marty! Jared! It runs on steam and the Time Vortex!" Doc said, opening the doors of the train and he and Clara stood in the 'doorway'. "Meet the family. Clara, you know."

Clara appears next to Doc, "Hi, Marty and Jared!"

"Ma'am!" Marty said, happily.

"It's good to see you, Clara. Did you meet mine?" I asked, looking at Clara.

"I did. She was good, Jared." Clara said, looking at me. "Emmett, our kids."

"Right. These are our boys!" Doc said, as two young boys stepped into sight. One looks about ten, the other six or seven. "Jules, and Verne! Boys, this is Marty, Jennifer, and Jared."

"Doc, we thought we'd never see you again!" Marty said, worried.

"Same. I was afraid of that vortex manipulator being fried and you being stuck in the past." I said, sadly.

"Can't keep a good scientist down. After all, I had to come back for Einstein, and I didn't want both of you to be worried about me." Doc said, and Clara handed him two things wrapped in two sets of brown paper. "Oh. I brought the two of you little souvenirs."

Doc stoops down from the train but doesn't get off, and gives the gifts to Marty and I. Marty and I ripped them open. Inside are framed photos of Marty, Doc, and I at the clock tower in 1885.

"It's great Doc. Thanks!" Marty said, looking down at his framed photo.

"Yeah. Thanks. A framed photo and a hoverboard." I said, holding my framed photo.

"Doctor Brown?" Jennifer asked, taking out the Cusco FAX from her pocket, holding out for Doc to see. "I brought this note back from the future and...now it's erased!"

"Of course it's erased!" Doc yelled.

Jennifer looks puzzled, "But what does that mean?"

"It means that your future hasn't been written yet. No ones' has. Your future is whatever you make it. So make it a good one. All of ya!" Doc said, looking at Marty, Jennifer, and I.

"We will, Doc!" Marty said, firmly, waving.

"Stand back!" Doc said, as the doors close. "All right, boys, buckle up!"

"Hey, Doc...where ya goin' now? Back to the future?" Marty asked.

"Nope." Doc said, from the cab window, he shakes his head. "Already been there! And Jared, please be careful at Trenzalore! You'll need it!"

"I will, Doc! I promise." I said, and Doc waves at Marty, Jennifer, and I below. "I'll be careful!"

Marty, Jennifer, and I wave back, and the time train rises into the air and suddenly gains speed and disappears.