I'm wrong!
One!
Doc, come on, sober up, buddy.
TANNEN: Two!
MAN: You better get out there, son.
I got $20 gold bet on you, so don't let me down.
TANNEN: Three!
MAN 2: I got $30 gold bet against you,
so don't let me down.
Four!
MAN 3: You better face up to it, son,
because if you don't go out there...
MARTY: What?
TANNEN: Five!
- What if I don't go out there?
- You're a coward.
TANNEN: Six!
And you'll be branded a coward
for the rest of your days!
MAN 3:
Everybody everywhere will say Clint Eastwood...
...is the biggest yellow-belly in the West!
Seven!
Here!
TANNEN: Eight!
I already got a gun.
TANNEN: Nine!
Ten!
Do you hear me, runt?
I said that's 10,
you gutless, yellow pie-slinger!
He's an asshole!
I don't care what Tannen says!
I don't care what anybody else says either.
MARTY: Doc, you okay?
DOC: I think so.
What a headache!
- You got a back door to this place?
- It's in the back.
Let's go.
Are you coming out here
or do I have to come in after you?
The thing I really miss here is Tylenol.
Hey!
Reach, blacksmith!
[Train whistle blowing]
[Bell ringing]
GENTLEMAN:
Yes, sir, that poor fellow last night...
...had the worst case of broken heart
I have ever seen.
When he said he didn't know
how he could live the rest of his life...
...knowing how much hurt
he'd caused that little girl...
...I really felt for him, I did, right here.
TANNEN: Listen up, Eastwood!
I aim to shoot somebody today,
and I prefer it'd be you.
But if you're just too damn yellow...
...it'll just have to be your blacksmith friend.
Forget about me, Marty, and save yourself!
You got one minute to decide.
You hear me, runt? One minute!
[Train whistle blowing distantly]
I've never seen a man so broken up
over a woman.
What did he say her name was?
Cara? Sara?
- Clara.
- Clara.
- Excuse me.
- Ma'am?
Was this man tall,
with great big brown puppy-dog eyes...
...and long silvery, flowing hair?
You know him.
[Clara panting]
Emmett!
[Brakes scraping loudly]
[All shrieking]
[Dramatic instrumental music]
Time's up, runt!
[Clock bells ringing]
[Gun cocks]
Prepare to meet your maker, blacksmith.
MARTY: Right here, Tannen!
[Suspenseful instrumental music]
Draw!
No!
I thought we could settle this like men.
You thought wrong, dude.
[Laughing]
TANNEN: Thank you.
[Tannen shrieking]
[Tannen grunts]
[Dramatic instrumental music]
[Tannen grunts]
[Tannen groaning]
[Crowd laughing]
That was good.
You know what I think?
- I think Buford's going to jail.
- Yeah.
Get him out of that shit.
Get them!
DEPUTY: Buford Tannen, you're under arrest
for robbing the Pine City stage.
You got anything to say?
I hate manure.
Look!
Yes!
[Whistle blowing]
- The train!
- Can we make it?
We'll have to cut them off at Coyote Pass.
[Dramatic instrumental music]
BOY: Hey, mister. Mr. Eastwood.
- Here's your gun, mister.
- Thanks, kid.
Seamus.
It's worth $12. Never been used.
SEAMUS: Maybe I'll trade it for a new hat.
MARTY: Right! Take care of that baby!
I will!
[Dramatic instrumental music]
Emmett!
Emmett!
Emmett!
CLARA: "Time machine."
[Dramatic instrumental music]
Come on!
MARTY: Go!
DOC: Give me your hand!
[Both grunting]
[Marty shouting]
Come on!
Come on, Marty.
[Shouting]
Come on. Let's go!
Masks on.
DOC: Reach!
ENGINEER: Is this a holdup?
DOC: It's a science experiment.
Stop the train just before you hit
the switch track up ahead.
[Brakes whining]
MARTY: Doc!
DOC: Uncouple the cars from the tender!
[Engine chugging]
[Chugging grows faster]
[Whistle blowing]
I've wanted to do that all my life.
[Suspenseful instrumental music]
[Uplifting instrumental music]
MARTY: What are these things?
My version of Presto Logs.
Compressed wood with anthracite dust...
...chemically treated to burn hotter and longer.
I use them so I don't have to stoke my forge.
These three will ignite sequentially...
...make the