Back to the Future Part III

Marty: Doc, Doc! [grabs Doc, who shouts in shock] Okay. Okay! Relax, Doc! It's me! It's Marty! Doc: No! It can't be! I just sent you back to the future. Marty: I know. You did send me back to the future, but I'm back. I'm back from the future. Doc: Great Scott! [faints]

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Doc: [recording his speech, not noticing Marty] Date: Sunday, November 13, 1955. 7:01 A.M. Last night's time travel experiment was apparently a complete success. Lightning struck the clock tower at precisely 10:04 P.M., 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 assume 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. In fact, 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 momentary amnesia. Indeed, I now recall that moments after the time vehicle disappeared into the future, I saw a vision of Marty saying he had come back from the future. Marty: Hey, Doc. Doc: [turns around] Undoubtedly, this was some sort of resi

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Marty: [horrified] DOC!!! DOC!!! Come here, quick! Doc: What's wrong, Marty? You look like you've seen a ghost. Marty: You're not far off, Doc. Doc: [sees the tombstone; alarmed] Oh, Great Scott! Marty: Check this out. "Died September 7th, 1885". That's one week after you wrote the letter! "Erected in memory by his beloved Clara." Who the hell is Clara?! Doc: Marty, please don't stand there! Marty: Oh, right! [steps off grave plot] Sorry, I better get another picture. Doc: "Shot in the back by Buford Tannen over a matter of $80"?! What kind of a future do you call that?!

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Doc: Well, good luck. For both our sakes. See you in the future. Marty: You mean the past. Doc: Exactly!

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Doc: It'll shoot the fleas off a dog's back at 500 yards, Tannen! And it's pointed straight at your head! Buford: You owe me money, blacksmith. Doc: How do ya figure? Buford: My horse threw his shoe. And seein' as you was the one who done the shoein', I say that makes you responsible. Doc: Well, since you never paid me for the job, I say that makes us even! Buford: Wrong! See, I was on my horse when he threw the shoe and I got throwed off! And that caused me to bust a perfectly good bottle of fine Kentucky Red-Eye. So, the way I figure it, blacksmith, you owe me $5 for the whiskey and $75 for the horse. Marty: [under his breath; hoarsely] That's the $80. Doc: Look, if your horse threw his shoe, bring him back, and I'll re-shoe him! Buford: I done shot that horse! Doc: Well, that's your problem, Tannen! Buford: Wrong. That's yours. So, from now on, you better be lookin' behind you when you walk, 'cause one day, you're gonna get a bullet in your back! [leaves with his gang] Marty: Doc! D

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Marty: [suddenly remembers] Clayton Ravine was named after a teacher! They say she fell in there a hundred years ago! Doc: A hundred years ago? That's this year! Marty: Every kid in school knows that story 'cause we all have teachers we'd like to see fall into the ravine. Doc: [shocked] Great Scott! Then she was supposed to go over in that wagon! And now...I may have seriously altered history.

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