and think of you with fond memories...
"... warm feelings and a special place
in my heart.
"Your friend in time, Doc Emmett L. Brown.
"September 1, 1885."
I never knew I could write
anything so touching.
I know, it's beautiful.
It's all right, Copernicus. Everything will be fine.
I'm sorry.
It's all my fault you're stuck back there.
I never should've let Biff get to me.
There are plenty worse places to be
than the Old West.
I could have ended up in the Dark Ages.
They probably would have burned me
at the stake as a heretic.
Let's look at the map.
According to this, the time vehicle
is sealed off in a side tunnel.
We may have to blast.
Whoa!
I think you woke up the dead with that blast.
Take this camera. I want to document everything!
This reminds me of the time I attempted
to reach the center of the Earth.
I'd been reading my favorite author,
Jules Verne.
I spent weeks preparing that expedition.
I didn't even get this far.
Of course, I was only 12 at the time.
You know, it was the writings of Jules Verne...
...that had a profound effect on my life.
When I was 11, I first read
20,000 Leagues Under the Sea.
It was then that I realized
I must devote my life to science.
Check it out. Look at this.
My initials!
Just like in
Journey to the Center of the Earth!
That means the time machine
must be right through this wall!
It's been buried in here for 70 years,
two months and 13 days.
Astounding!
"As you see, the lightning bolt
shorted out the time-circuit control chip.
"The attached... "
Schematic.
"Schematic diagram will allow you
to build a replacement unit...
"... with 1955 components, thus restoring
the time machine to perfect working order. "
Unbelievable that this little piece of junk
could be such a big problem.
No wonder this circuit failed.
It says, "Made in Japan. "
What do you mean, Doc?
All the best stuff is made in Japan.
Unbelievable!
You know, when I was a kid,
I always wanted to be a cowboy.
Now, knowing I'm spending my future
in the past...
...it sounds like a wonderful way
to spend my retirement years.
It just occurred to me, since I end up in 1885...
...perhaps I'm now in the history books.
I wonder.
Could I look myself up
in the old newspaper archives?
I don't know.
You always say it's not good
to know too much about your own destiny.
You're right, Marty. I know too much already.
Better that I not attempt to uncover
the circumstances of my own future.
Copernicus. Come on, boy!
I'll get him.
Copernicus!
Come on. Let's go home, boy.
What's wrong?
What's wrong, Copernicus?
Come on, let's go.
Doc, come here!
Quick!
What's wrong?
You look like you've seen a ghost.
You're not far off, Doc.
Great Scott!
Check this out.
"Died September 7, 1885."
That's one week after you wrote the letter!
"Erected in eternal memory
by his beloved Clara. "
Who the hell is Clara?
- Please don't stand there!
- Right. Sorry.
I have to get another picture.
"Shot in the back by Buford Tannen
over a matter of $80"?
What kind of a future do you call that?
"Buford Tannen was a notorious gunman...
"... whose short temper and a tendency to drool...
"... earned him the nickname 'Mad Dog. '
"He was quick on the trigger
and bragged he had killed 12 men...
"... not including Indians or Chinamen. "
Does it name me? Am I one of the 12?
Wait.
"This claim cannot be proven
since precise records were not kept...
"... after Tannen shot a newspaper editor...
"... who printed an unfavorable story
about him in 1884."
That's why we can't find anything.
Look.
William McFly and family.
Your relatives?
My great-grandfather's name
was William. That's him. Good-looking guy.
McFlys, but no Browns.
Maybe it was a mistake.
Maybe that grave wasn't yours.
There could've been
another Emmett Brown in 1885.
Did you have any relatives here back then?
The Browns didn