once and for all, runt!
Or ain't you got the gumption?
Listen.
I'm not really feeling up to this today.
- So I'll have to forfeit.
- Forfeit?
What's that mean?
- It means that you win without a fight.
- Without shooting? He can't do that.
You can't do that!
You know what I think?
I think you ain't nothing but a gutless,
yellow turd!
I'm giving you to the count of 10
to come out here and prove I'm wrong!
One!
Doc, come on, sober up, buddy.
- Two!
- You better get out there, son.
I got $20 gold bet on you, so don't let me down.
Three!
I got $30 gold bet against you,
so don't let me down.
Four!
You better face up to it, son,
because if you don't go out there--
- What?
- Five!
- What if I don't go out there?
- You're a coward.
Six!
And you'll be branded a coward
for the rest of your days!
Everybody everywhere will say Clint Eastwood...
...is the biggest yellow-belly in the West!
Seven!
Here!
Eight!
I already got a gun.
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.
- Doc, you okay?
- 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!
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.
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!
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.
Emmett!
Time's up, runt!
Prepare to meet your maker, blacksmith.
Right here, Tannen!
Draw!
No!
I thought we could settle this like men.
You thought wrong, dude.
Thank you.
That was good.
You know what I think?
- I think Buford's going to jail.
- Yeah.
Get him out of that shit.
Get them!
Buford Tannen, you're under arrest
for robbing the Pine City stage.
You got anything to say?
I hate manure.
Look!
Yes!
- The train!
- Can we make it?
We'll have to cut them off at Coyote Pass.
Hey, mister. Mr. Eastwood.
- Here's your gun, mister.
- Thanks, kid.
Seamus.
It's worth $12. Never been used.
- Maybe I'll trade it for a new hat.
- Right! Take care of that baby!
I will!
Emmett!
Emmett!
Emmett!
"Time machine."
Come on!
- Go!
- Give me your hand!
Come on!
Come on, Marty.
Come on. Let's go!
Masks on.
- Reach!
- Is this a holdup?
It's a science experiment.
Stop the train just before you hit
the switch track up ahead.
- Doc!
- Uncouple the cars from the tender!
I've wanted to do that all my life.
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 fire hotter,
kick up the boiler pressure...
...and make the train go faster.
Ready to roll!
Emmett!
Marty, are the time circuits on?
Check!
Input the destination time:
October 27, 1985, 11:00 a.m.
Check. We're cruising
at a steady 25 miles an hour.
I'm throwing in the Presto Logs.
The new dashboard gauge
will tell us the boiler temperature.
It's color-coded to indicate
when each log will fire.