from here.
It's still the safest plan.
We can't risk sending you back
into a populated area...
...or to a spot that's geographically unknown.
You don't want to crash into some tree
that existed in the past.
This was all completely open country...
...so you'll have plenty of runout space
when you arrive.
Remember, where you're going,
there are no roads.
There's a small cave over there which will be
a good place to hide the time vehicle.
The new time-circuit control tubes
are warmed up.
Time circuits on.
I wrote the letter on September 1,
so we'll send you to...
...September 2, that's a Wednesday.
September 2, 1885, 8:00 a.m.
I get shot on Monday the 7th.
You have five days to locate me.
According to my letter, I'm a blacksmith,
so I probably have a shop somewhere.
All you got to do is drive the time vehicle...
...directly toward that screen,
accelerating to 88 miles an hour.
MARTY: Wait a minute.
If I drive straight towards the screen,
I'll crash into those Indians.
DOC:
Marty, you're not thinking fourth dimensionally.
You'll instantly be transported to 1885
and those Indians won't even be there.
Right.
Good luck, for both of our sakes.
See you in the future.
- You mean the past.
- Exactly.
[Adventurous instrumental music]
[Engine starting]
DOC: Happy trails, Marty!
[Revving engine]
DOC: Ready, Marty?
Ready!
- Set!
- Hi-ho, Silver.
[Revving engine]
[Shouting in Spanish]
[Adventurous instrumental music]
[Lndians whooping]
Indians!
[Lndian drum beat pounds rhythmically]
[Fast-paced instrumental music]
[Screaming]
MARTY: The cave!
CAVALRYMAN: Charge!
[Bugle playing battle call]
Shit! The cavalry!
[Cavalry shouting]
[Bugle playing battle call]
[Sighing]
[Sniffs]
[Liquid pouring]
Damn, I ripped the fuel line.
[Bear moaning]
[Marty screams]
[Screaming]
[Roaring]
[Roaring]
[Shouting]
[Sheep bleating]
Maggie! Fetch some water!
We got a hurt man here.
Mom.
MARTY: Mom, is that you?
MAGGIE: There, there.
You've been asleep for nearly six hours.
I had this horrible nightmare.
I dreamed I was in a Western.
I was being chased by all these Indians...
...and a bear.
MAGGIE: You're safe and sound now
here at the McFly farm.
"McFly farm"?
[Marty shouts]
You're my...
You're my...
- Who are you?
- The name is Maggie McFly.
McFly?
Maggie?
And that's Mrs. McFly,
and don't you be forgetting the "Mrs."
MAGGIE: What might your name be, sir?
MARTY: It's...
Eastwood.
Clint Eastwood.
You hit your head, Mr. Eastwood.
Not too serious, but lucky for you
Seamus found you when he did.
Seamus.
Me husband.
[Baby squealing]
You'll be excusing me, while I tend to William.
William.
MAGGIE: That's okay, Will.
[Baby crying]
MARTY: That's William?
MAGGIE: Aye.
William Sean McFly,
the first of our family to be born in America.
MAGGIE: It's okay, Will.
This here is Mr. Clint Eastwood visiting.
He sure likes you.
Maggie.
I've got supper.
SEAMUS: I'm not one to pry
into a man's personal affairs...
...but exactly how is it
you came to be way out here...
...without a horse, or boots, or a hat?
Well, my...
...horse broke down and a bear ate my boots...
...and I just forgot my hat.
How could you forget a thing like your hat?
- Would you like some water?
- Yeah.
I'll tell you what I'll do, Mr. Eastwood.
I'll help you find your blacksmith friend.
You can stay the night in the barn...
... and tomorrow I'll take you
as far as the railroad tracks.
You can follow them straight into town.
I'll even give you a hat.
That's great. Thanks.
[Baby crying]
[Seamus exclaiming appreciatively]
SEAMUS: That's my William.
Wee Willy.
Yes.
I think you'll find the barn comfortable.
Never had any complaints about it
from the pigs.
MAGGIE: Seamus.
MAGGIE: A word with you.
SEAMUS: Aye.
SEAMUS: Will you hold him for a minute?
Are you sure you're not bringing a curse
on this house taking