behind you when you walk.
Because one day you're gonna get
a bullet in your back.
Marty, I gave you explicit instructions
not to come here...
but to go directly back to 1985.
I know, but I had to come.
It's good to see you, Marty.
You've got to do something
about those clothes.
- Dressed like that, you'll get shot.
- Or hanged.
What idiot dressed you in that outfit ?
You did.
"Shot in the back by Buford Tannen
over a matter of $80" ?
"September 7" ?
That's this Monday !
Now I wish I'd paid him off.
Who's this "beloved Clara" ?
I don't know anyone named Clara.
I don't know, Doc.
I thought maybe
she was a 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.
- Emmett ! Hello, Emmett.
- Hubert.
It's the mayor.
Excuse me, Emmett.
Do you remember last week
when you volunteered...
to meet the new schoolteacher
at the station ?
Yes, quite so.
We just got word
she's coming in tomorrow.
Here are the details for you.
- Thanks for all your help.
- Anytime, Hubert.
Her name's Miss Clara Clayton.
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.
Turn that valve over there,
all the way to the right.
Yeah, pull it all the way around.
Let's go !
- Ice tea ?
- 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.
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 ?
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.
So what do we do ?
- Twenty-four !
- It's no use, Marty !
Even the fastest horse in the world
won't run more than 35, 40 mph !
Bartender said
that's the strongest stuff they got.
Try it, Marty.
Give it more gas !
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.
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