my....
-Who are you?
-The name is Maggie McFly.
McFly?
Maggie?
And that's Mrs. McFly,
and don't you be forgetting the ''Mrs.''
MAGGlE: What might your name be, sir?
MARTY: lt'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 l tend to William.
William.
MAGGlE: That's okay, Will.
[Baby crying]
MARTY: That's William?
MAGGlE: Aye.
William Sean McFly,
the first of our family to be born in America.
MAGGlE: lt's okay, Will.
This here is Mr. Clint Eastwood visiting.
He sure likes you.
Maggie.
l've got supper.
SEAMUS: l'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 l just forgot my hat.
How could you forget a thing like your hat?
-Would you like some water?
-Yeah.
l'll tell you what l'll do, Mr. Eastwood.
l'll help you find your blacksmith friend.
You can stay the nightin the barn...
...and tomorrow I'II take you
as far as the raiIroad tracks.
You can foIIow them straightinto town.
l'll even give you a hat.
That's great. Thanks.
[Baby crying]
[Seamus exclaiming appreciatively]
SEAMUS: That's my William.
Wee WiIIy.
Yes.
l think you'll find the barn comfortable.
Never had any complaints about it
from the pigs.
MAGGlE: Seamus.
MAGGlE: 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 him in like that?
-He's such a strange young man.
-Aye, but l'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.
lt'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.
l 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?
l'll have...
MARTY: ...ice water.
OLD MAN: lce water?
[Men laughing]
BARMAN: Water?
You want water, you better dunk your head
in the horse trough out there.
ln here, we pour whiskey.
-Excuse me.
-For what?
MARTY: l'm trying to find a blacksmith.
TANNEN: Hey, McFly!
Thought I toId 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?
l 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''? ls that lndian talk?
[Laughing]
Bartender, l'm looking for that no-good,
cheating blacksmith.
-You seen him?
-No, sir, Mr. Tannen. l have not.
Tannen.
You're Mad Dog Tannen.
TANNEN: ''Mad Dog''?
l 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.
lt's high time we had a hanging!
[Cheering]
[Marty grunting]