girlfriend of yours. My involvement in such a social relationship... ...here in 1885... ... could result in a disruption of the space-time continuum. As a scientist... ...I can never take that risk. Certainly not after what we've already been through. MAYOR: Emmett! Hello, Emmett. DOC: Hubert. It's the mayor. Excuse me, Emmett. Do you remember last week when you volunteered... ...to meet the new schoolteacher at the station? DOC: Yes, quite so. We just got word she's coming in tomorrow. Here are the details for you. MAYOR: Thanks for all your help. DOC: Anytime, Hubert. MAYOR: Oh! Her name's Miss Clara Clayton. [Machine chugging loudly] MARTY: Well, Doc... ...now we know who Clara is. Marty, it's impossible. The idea that I could fall in love at first sight is romantic nonsense. There's no scientific rationale for that concept. It's not science. You meet the right girl, it hits you like lightning. Please, don't say that. That's the way it was for me and Jennifer. We couldn't keep our eyes off each other. God, Jennifer, I hope she's all right. I can't believe we just left her on the porch. Don't worry. She'll be fine. When you burned the almanac in 1955, the normal timeline was restored. Once we're back in 1985... ...you just have to go to her house to wake her up. [Whistling] DOC: Turn that valve over there, all the way to the right. Yeah, pull it all the way around. Let's go! DOC: Ice tea? MARTY: No, thanks. It's a refrigerator. I guess Miss Clayton will have to find other transportation. If I never meet her, there's no possibility of a romantic infatuation. - You're the doc. - All right. DOC: We'll get the DeLorean and get back to the future. I tore a hole in the gas tank when I was landing... ...so we'll have to patch it up and get some gas. You mean, we're out of gas? MARTY: Yeah. It's no big deal. We've got Mr. Fusion, right? Mr. Fusion powers the time circuits and the flux capacitor. But the internal combustion engine runs on ordinary gasoline. It always has. There won't be a gas station around here until sometime in the next century. Without gasoline, we can't get the DeLorean up to 88 mph. [Ominous instrumental music] MARTY: So what do we do? [Adventurous instrumental music] - Twenty-four! - It's no use, Marty! Even the fastest horse in the world won't run more than 35, 40 miles an hour! MARTY: Bartender said that's the strongest stuff they got. Try it, Marty. [Engine stalling] [Engine chugging] Give it more gas! [Engine dies] DOC: Damn! It blew the fuel injection manifold. Strong stuff, all right. It will take me a month to rebuild it. A month? - You're gonna get shot on Monday! - I know! I wish... Wait. I've got it! We can roll it down a steep hill! We'll never find a smooth enough surface. Unless... Of course! Ice! We'll wait until winter when the lake freezes over. MARTY: Winter? What are you saying? Monday is three days away! All right. Let's just think this thing through logically. We know it won't run under its own power. We know we can't pull it. But if we could figure out a way... ...to push it up to 88 miles an hour... [Train whistle blowing] That's it. How fast can she go? Why, I've had her up to 55 myself. I heard that Fearless Frank Fargo got one of these up to near 70... ...out past Verde Junction. Do you think it's possible to get it up to 90? Ninety? Tarnation. Who would ever need to be in such a hurry? Just a little bet he and I have, that's all. Theoretically speaking, could it be done? I suppose, if you had a straight stretch of track with a level grade... ...and you weren't hauling no cars... ...and if you could get the fire hot enough. I'm talking about hotter than the blazes of Hell itself. It might be possible to get her up that fast. When does the next train come through? Monday morning at 8:00. Here. This spur ------------------------------ Читайте также: - текст Александр маленький на английском - текст Превратности судьбы на английском - текст Вельд на английском - текст Гадкие лебеди на английском - текст Близнецы на английском |