I never ever met a man like you before.
Doc?
Doc?
Hope you know what you're doing.
You talking to me?
You talking to me, Tannen?
I'm the only one here.
Go ahead! Make my day.
- Good morning.
- 'Morning.
Have a cigar. Anything I can do for you today?
- No, that's fine.
- Good luck tomorrow.
- We'll be praying for you.
- Thanks.
Good morning.
Interest you in a new suit for tomorrow?
I'm fine. Thanks.
- What are you doing?
- Nothing.
I was just out enjoying the morning air.
It's really lovely here in the morning.
Don't you think?
Yes. We've got to load the DeLorean
and get ready to roll.
Look at that, the tombstone.
Let me see that photograph again.
My name, it's vanished.
That's great, Doc.
We're going back to the future tomorrow,
so everything's being erased.
But only my name is erased.
The tombstone itself and the date still remain.
That doesn't make sense.
We know this photograph represents
what will happen...
...if the events of today continue
to run their course into tomorrow.
- Right. So?
- Excuse me, Mr. Eastwood.
- I just need to take your measurements.
- Look, pal, I don't want to buy a suit.
- This is for your coffin.
- My coffin?
The odds are running 2-1 against you.
Might as well be prepared.
So it may not be my name...
...that's going to be on this tombstone.
It may be yours.
- Great Scott.
- I know, this is heavy.
Why are you wearing that gun? You're
not considering going up against Tannen?
Tomorrow morning I'm going
back to the future with you.
But if Buford Tannen comes looking for trouble,
I'll be ready for him.
You heard what that son of a bitch called me.
You can't lose your judgment over names.
That's exactly what causes you
to get in that accident in the future.
What? What about my future?
I can't tell you. It might make things worse.
Wait a minute.
What is wrong with my future?
We all have to make decisions
that affect the course of our lives.
You've got to do what you've got to do...
...and I've got to do what I've got to do.
- Marty.
- Yeah?
I've made a decision.
I'm not going with you tomorrow.
I'm staying here.
What are you talking about?
There's no point in denying it.
- I'm in love with Clara.
- Oh, man.
We don't belong here.
Neither one of us.
It could still be you that gets shot tomorrow.
This tombstone could still be in your future.
Marty, the future isn't written.
It can be changed. You know that.
Anyone can make their future
whatever they want it to be.
I can't let this one little photograph
determine my entire destiny.
I have to live my life
according to what I believe is right...
...in my heart.
Doc, you're a scientist.
So you tell me.
What's the right thing to do, up here?
You're right, Marty.
- That worked great.
- I've at least got to tell her good-bye.
Come on, Doc.
Think about it. What will you say to her?
I've got to go back to the future"?
She won't understand that.
Hell, I'm in it with you,
and I don't even understand it.
Doc.
Listen.
Maybe we...
Maybe we can just take Clara with us.
To the future?
As you reminded me, I'm a scientist,
so I must be scientific about this.
I cautioned you about disrupting
the continuum for your own benefit.
Therefore, I must do no less.
We shall proceed as planned,
and as soon as we return to 1985...
...we'll destroy this infernal machine.
Traveling through time
has become much too painful.
It's Emmett, Clara.
Emmett, won't you come in?
No, I better not. I...
What's wrong?
I've come to say good-bye.
Good-bye? Where are you going?
I'm going away.
I'm afraid I'll never see you again.
Emmett.
Clara, I want you to know
that I care about you deeply.
But I've realized that I don't belong here,
and I have to go back where I came from.
Where might that be?
I can't tell you.
Then wherever you're going, take me with you.
I can't, Clara.
I wish it didn't have to be this way...
...but believe me when I tell you