when the lake freezes over.
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...
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 that runs
off the main line 3 miles out to Clayton Ravine.
It's a long stretch of level track
that will still exist in 1985.
This is where we'll push the DeLorean
with the locomotive.
Funny. This map calls Clayton Ravine
"Shonash Ravine."
That must be the old Indian name for it.
It's perfect.
A long run that goes
across the bridge over the ravine...
...over near that Hilldale housing development.
Right, but according to this map...
...there is no bridge.
Well, Doc, we can scratch that idea.
We can't wait for this thing to get finished.
Marty, it's perfect.
You're not thinking fourth dimensionally.
Right. I have a problem with that.
Don't you see? The bridge will exist in 1985.
It's safe and still in use.
As long as we get the DeLorean
up to 88 miles an hour...
...before we hit the edge of the ravine...
...we'll instantaneously arrive at a point
in time where the bridge is completed.
We'll have track under us
and coast safely across the ravine.
What about the train?
It will be a spectacular wreck.
Too bad no one will be around to see it.
Help me!
Great Scott!
Hurry!
Jump!
Thank you, sir. You saved my...
...life.
Emmett Brown at your service, Miss...
Clayton.
Clara Clayton.
Clara?
What a beautiful name.
May I help you inside with these?
That won't be necessary. I can take care of it.
-You've done more than enough already.
-But it's really no trouble.
She says it's fine, and we have to get going.
Ma'am, good luck
with your school teaching and everything.
Clara.
I'll straighten everything out
for the buckboard rental.
Don't worry about that.
I feel somewhat responsible for what happened.
That would be very gentlemanly of you,
Mr. Brown. Emmett.
You know, I'm almost glad
that snake spooked those horses.
Otherwise, we might never have met.
I suppose it was destiny.
Thank you for everything.
You're quite welcome.
I will see you again, won't I?
Of course. You'll see lots of me.
I have a shop in town.
I'm the local scientist, I mean, blacksmith.
What sort of science?
Astronomy? Chemistry?
Actually, I'm a student of all sciences.
Doc, we have to get going.
Yes. Excuse us, Clara.
We have to get going.
Toodle-oo.
What do you mean,
you'll be seeing lots of her?
I might see her again just in passing.
Did you see the way she was looking at you?
She did have quite a scare, right?
Miss Clayton almost ended up
at the bottom of Clayton Ravine.
Holy shit.
Clayton Ravine was named after a teacher.
-They say she fell in there 100 years ago.
-100 years ago!
-That's this year!
-Every kid knows that story.
We all have teachers we'd like to see
fall into the ravine.
Great Scott!
Then she was supposed to go over
in that wagon.
Now I may have seriously altered history.
Look, Doc, what's the worse that can happen?
So they don't name the ravine after her.
Let's get the DeLorean ready
and get out of here.
I wish I'd never invented
that infernal time machine.
It's