him in like that? - He's such a strange young man. - Aye, but I've just got a feeling about him. Looking after him is the right thing to do. That's important. MARTY: Hey, buddy. Look how the baby takes to him. Little Will never takes to strangers. It's almost as if he's connected to us. MARTY: Hey, Will. So you're my great-grandfather. The first McFly born in America. [Sound of trickling] And you peed on me. [Marty panting] [Whistling] [Dramatic instrumental music] [Chickens clucking] MAN 1: Give us some soap. MAN 2: Here you go. [Piano music plays] [Heavy thudding] [Horse snorts] [Donkey braying] [Gun fires] Take a look and see what just breezed in the door. I didn't know the circus was in town. Must have got that shirt off a dead Chinese. [Men laughing] [Spits] What will it be, stranger? I'll have... MARTY: Ice water. OLD MAN: Ice water? [Men laughing] BARMAN: Water? You want water, you better dunk your head in the horse trough out there. In here, we pour whiskey. - Excuse me. - For what? MARTY: I'm trying to find a blacksmith. TANNEN: Hey, McFly! Thought I told you never to come in... You ain't Seamus McFly. You look like him, though, especially with that dog-ugly hat. [All laughing] You kin to that hay barber? - What's your name, dude? - Marty... Eastwood. Clint Eastwood. [Laughing] - What kind of stupid name is that? - He's the runt of the litter. Boys, would you look-see at these pearly whites? I ain't seen teeth that straight that weren't store-bought. Take a gander at them moccasins. What kind of skins is them? THUG 1: What's that writing mean? THUG 2: "Nike"? Is that Indian talk? [Laughing] Bartender, I'm looking for that no-good, cheating blacksmith. - You seen him? - No, sir, Mr. Tannen. I have not. Tannen. You're Mad Dog Tannen. TANNEN: "Mad Dog"? I hate that name. I hate it, you hear? Nobody calls me "Mad Dog"! Especially not some duded-up, egg-sucking gutter trash. Dance! Come on! TANNEN: Come on, runt! You can dance better than that! Shit. [Marty whoops] [Grunts] - You better run, squirrel. - Get him! [Dramatic instrumental music] [Women shrieking] [Marty shouts] [Marty screaming] [Thugs whooping gleefully] TANNEN: We got ourselves a new courthouse. It's high time we had a hanging! [Cheering] [Marty grunting] [Gagging] [Thugs cheering] THUG 1: Look at him sway. TANNEN: Yeah, haven't had a hanging in a long time! DOC: I shoot the fleas off a dog's back at 500 yards, Tannen... ...and it's pointed at your head! TANNEN: You owe me money, blacksmith. DOC: How do you figure? My horse threw a shoe. You done the shoeing, so that makes you responsible. Since you never paid me for the job, I'd say that makes us even. Wrong! I was on my horse when it happened, and I got throwed off! That caused me to bust a perfectly good bottle of fine Kentucky redeye. The way I figure it, blacksmith, you owe me $5 for the whiskey... ...and $75 for the horse! That's the $80. If your horse threw a shoe, bring him back and I'll reshoe him. I shot that horse! - That's your problem, Tannen. - Wrong. That's yours. From now on, you better be looking behind you when you walk. Because one day you're gonna get a bullet in your back. Doc! 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. DOC: You've got to do something about those clothes. - Dressed like that, you're liable to get shot. - Or hanged. DOC: What idiot dressed you in that outfit? You did. DOC: "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 ------------------------------ Читайте также: - текст Приключения Бакару Банзая в восьмом измерении на английском - текст Звёздный инспектор на английском - текст Неоконченная пьеса для механического пианино на английском - текст Звёздный путь: Следующее поколение на английском - текст Командир эскадрильи на английском |