Maggie ?
And that's Mrs. McFly,
and don't you be forgetting the "Mrs."
- What might your name be, sir ?
- It's...
Eastwood.
Clint Eastwood.
You hit your head, Mr. Eastwood.
Not too serious, but lucky for you
Seamus found you when he did.
Seamus.
Me husband.
You'll be excusing me,
while I tend to William.
That's okay, Will.
- That's William ?
- Aye.
William Sean McFly, the first
of our family to be born in America.
It's okay, Will.
This here is Mr. Clint Eastwood visiting.
He sure likes you.
I've got supper.
I'm not one to pry
into a man's personal affairs...
but exactly how is it
you came to be way out here...
without a horse, or boots, or a hat ?
Well, my...
horse broke down
and a bear ate my boots...
and I just forgot my hat.
How could you forget
a thing like your hat ?
- Would you like some water ?
- Yeah.
I'll tell you what I'll do,
Mr. Eastwood.
I'll help you find
your blacksmith friend.
You can stay the night in the barn...
and tomorrow I'll take you
as far as the railroad tracks.
You can follow them straight into town.
I'll even give you a hat.
That's great. Thanks.
That's my William.
I think you'll find the barn
comfortable.
Never had any complaints about it
from the pigs.
- A word with you.
- Aye.
Will you hold him for a minute ?
Are you sure you're not bringing a curse
on this house taking him in like that ?
- He's such a strange young man.
- But I've just got a feeling about him.
Looking after him is the right thing
to do. That's important.
Hey, buddy.
Look how the baby takes to him.
Little Will never takes to strangers.
It's almost as if he's connected to us.
Hey, Will.
So you're my great-grandfather.
The first McFly born in America.
And you peed on me.
- Give us some soap.
- Here you go.
Take a look and see
what just breezed in the door.
I didn't know the circus was in town.
Must have got
that shirt off a dead Chinese.
What will it be, stranger ?
I'll have...
- ice water.
- Ice water ?
Water ?
You want water, you better dunk your head
in the horse trough out there.
In here, we pour whiskey.
- Excuse me.
- For what ?
I'm trying to find a blacksmith.
Thought I told you never to come in...
You ain't Seamus McFly.
You look like him, though,
especially with that dog-ugly hat.
You kin to that hay barber ?
- What's your name, dude ?
- Marty...
Eastwood.
Clint Eastwood.
- What kind of stupid name is that ?
- He's the runt of the litter.
Boys, would you look-see
at these pearly whites ?
I ain't seen teeth that straight
that weren't store-bought.
Take a gander at them moccasins.
What kind of skins is them ?
- What's that writing mean ?
- "Nike" ? Is that Indian talk ?
Bartender, I'm looking for that no-good,
cheating blacksmith.
- You seen him ?
- No, sir, Mr. Tannen. I have not.
You're Mad Dog Tannen.
"Mad Dog" ?
I hate that name.
I hate it, you hear ?
Nobody calls me "Mad Dog" !
Especially not some duded-up,
egg-sucking gutter trash.
Dance ! Come on !
Come on, runt !
You can dance better than that !
Shit.
- You better run, squirrel.
- Get him !
We got ourselves a new courthouse.
It's high time we had a hanging !
Look at him sway.
Yeah, haven't had a hanging
in a long time !
I shoot the fleas off a dog's back
at 500 yards, Tannen...
and it's pointed at your head !
- You owe me money, blacksmith.
- How do you figure ?
My horse threw a shoe.
You done the shoeing,
so that makes you responsible.
Since you never paid me for the job,
I'd say that makes us even.
Wrong !
I was on my horse when it happened,
and I got throwed off !
That caused me to bust a perfectly
good bottle of fine Kentucky redeye.
The way I figure it, blacksmith,
you owe me $5 for the whiskey...
and $75 for the horse !
That's the $80.
If your horse threw a shoe,
bring him back and I'll reshoe him.
I shot that horse !
- That's your problem, Tannen.
- Wrong. That's yours.
From now on, you better
be looking