Back To The Future Part III Page #3

The Browns didn't come to Hill Valley

until 1908. Then they were the von Brauns.

My father changed our name

during World War I.

Look.

Great Scott, it's me!

Then it is true, all of it.

It is me who goes back there and gets shot.

It's not gonna happen, Doc.

After you fix the time circuits

and put new tires on the DeLorean...

...I'm going back to 1885,

and I'm bringing you home.

The clothes fit?

Everything except the boots.

They're kind of tight.

Are you sure this stuff is authentic?

Of course.

Haven't you ever seen a Western?

Yeah, I have.

Clint Eastwood never wore anything like this.

-Clint who?

-Right. You haven't heard of him yet.

You have to wear the boots.

You can't wear those futuristic things

back in 1885.

You shouldn't be wearing them

here in 1955.

-As soon as I get there, I'll put them on.

-Okay.

I think we're about ready.

I put gas in the tank.

Your future clothes are packed.

Just in case,

fresh batteries for your walkie-talkies.

What about that floating device?

Hoverboard.

All right.

It's gonna be a long walk

back to Hill Valley from here.

It's still the safest plan.

We can't risk sending you back

into a populated area...

...or to a spot that's geographically unknown.

You don't want to crash into some tree

that existed in the past.

This was all completely open country...

...so you'll have plenty of runout space

when you arrive.

Remember, where you're going,

there are no roads.

There's a small cave over there which will be

a good place to hide the time vehicle.

The new time-circuit control tubes

are warmed up.

Time circuits on.

I wrote the letter on September 1,

so we'll send you to...

...September 2, that's a Wednesday.

September 2, 1885, 8:00 a.m.

I get shot on Monday the 7th.

You have five days to locate me.

According to my letter, I'm a blacksmith,

so I probably have a shop somewhere.

All you got to do is drive the time vehicle...

...directly toward that screen,

accelerating to 88 miles an hour.

Wait a minute.

If I drive straight towards the screen,

I'll crash into those Indians.

Marty, you're not thinking fourth dimensionally.

You'll instantly be transported to 1885

and those Indians won't even be there.

Right.

Good luck, for both of our sakes.

See you in the future.

-You mean the past.

-Exactly.

Happy trails, Marty!

Ready, Marty?

Ready!

-Set!

-Hi-ho, Silver.

Indians!

The cave!

Charge!

Sh*t! The cavalry!

Damn, I ripped the fuel line.

Maggie! Fetch some water!

We got a hurt man here.

Mom.

Mom, is that you?

There, there.

You've been asleep for nearly six hours.

I had this horrible nightmare.

I dreamed I was in a Western.

I was being chased by all these Indians...

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