Disclaimer: Still don't own the movies.
Author's Note: Next chapter. Maybe a little too long in comparison to the next, so don't expect the next chapter will be as long. Please enjoy and review.
263. INT. MCFLY HOUSEHOLD.
Marty Sr is lying on a bench, and slowly wakes up. We notice the house looks much like the one in Part II, only it's a wealthier family. It contains a few pictures of Marty as a rock star. JENNIFER, 47, comes walking up to Marty.
MARTY SR
Jenn? Jen is that you?
JENNIFER
Relax now, you've been passed out for almost eleven
hours now, just relax.
MARTY SR
I-I had a weird dream. I saw Doc and me go back home,
and then someone saying he's my future grandson comes
running up to me. It's was… weird.
Jennifer smiles, and waves over his head with a wet cloth.
JENNIFER
Well, I don't know how to tell you this, Marty, but…
She pushes Marty III forward into the screen of the camera.
JENNIFER
It wasn't a dream.
Marty Sr, who had just gone off, immediately wakes up again!
MARTY SR
It wasn't? Argh!
He makes move to run away, but Marty holds him, along with Jennifer.
MARTY
Relax, okay? It's true. I am here, and you are not dreaming.
The others also know, now.
Marty Sr looks around, and notices MARTY JUNIOR, 17, and MARLENE, 18, standing nervously on some distance from the bench.
MARTY SR
You do?
MARTY JR
(grins)
I do indeed. I must say, it freaks me out to see that I
have fathered a child in the future…
(shudders)
and get shot by Griff.
Marty Sr now looks over to the table and picks up a newspaper. It reads: MARTY MCFLY JR MURDERED – Local Rock Musician Shot Dead. The paper is dated March 16, 2032.
MARTY SR
2032… you die in 2032…
He sees another newspaper, and grabs it as well. It reads: MARTY MCFLY SR COMMITTED – Local Rock Star Declared Legally Insane. This one is dated December 23, 2033.
MARTY SR
I get committed in 2033.
(shakes his head)
Some kind of future.
MARTY
It won't stay that way Grandpa. You will manage
to break out in October 2045, with my help, and then we will
go back here and restore things after we built a new time machine.
He takes out a book.
MARTY
(continues)
And restoring time has finally come. That newspaper about you
being committed was with your letter you – that's the you from
2045 – sent from 1925.
MARTY SR
1925.
MARTY
Right. And now it's burning time.
Grinning, he heads over to the fire in the chamber, and stares one more time at the book he's holding – Gray's Sports Almanac, 2000-2050.
He isn't sure yet. Should he or shouldn't he?
A look at the newspaper about his father's death tells him all he needs to know, and the excited look on his grandfather's face tells him the same. He sighs. He grabs the matchbook he brought from his stepfather's hotel, reading 'Griff's Pleasure Paradise', and lights a match, creating a fire. MARTY III THEN THROWS THE ALMANAC INTO THE FIRE.
The almanac is 'eaten' by the flames, and starts turning into ash. Marty lets out a sigh of relief.
His teenage FATHER then comes sitting next to him, and shows him the newspaper about his future death.
264. EXT. 2032 NEWSPAPER.
The newspaper is changing! From MARTY MCFLY JR MURDERED – Local Rock Musician Shot Dead, it now changes to MARTY MCFLY JR HONOURED – Local Rock Musician Receives Award For Music.
265. EXT. 2033 NEWSPAPER.
Marty Sr stares at the newspaper about his fate. It changes from MARTY MCFLY SR COMMITTED – Local Rock Star Declared Legally Insane to MARTY MCFLY SR COMMENDED – Local Rock Star Receives Physics Award.
266. MATCHBOOK.
Marty grins as he sees the text on the matchbook change from 'Griff's Pleasure Paradise' to 'Griff's Servant Shop'.
267. ROOM.
MARTY
Mission accomplished.
268. INT. ROOM.
Marty Sr is reading the letter his older self sent from 1925.
MARTY SR
(re-letter)
Dear Marty, if I read the Last Time Departed of the
time machine well and estimated good the time the post man
will appear at the place you last saw me, you should receive this letter around 7:20 PM on October 21st 2015. First let me ensure you that I am alive and well, living happy in the year 1925 for over four months now already. The lightning bolt that struck me shorted out the same transistor as the one that was shorted out when Doc headed for 1885. Fortunately, the flying circuits are still intact.
(to himself, sarcastically)
What a relief.
(reading again)
Since I was unable to repair the transistor with 1920s components, and I haven't got any spare parts, I was stranded in the year 1925, and I have settled down as the town's blacksmith, like Doc did, under the name of Clint Eastwood. I didn't mind that so much, because I have come to appreciate the 1920s culture.
MARTY
That's heavy.
MARTY JR
(snickers)
Dad in the Prohibition Era. That'll be something.
MARTY SR
(to his son)
Don't you be a smart ass.
(reading)
I would therefore have liked to stay, wasn't it that
Sarah was with me and desperately wanted to go home.
(to Marty)
Who is Sarah?
MARTY
She's Verne's daughter. She's my age. And don't YOU start about her being my girlfriend, too!
Marty Sr shakes his head.
MARTY SR
(to himself)
Fascinating. Absolutely fascinating.
(reading the letter)
I tried hard to find Doc and Clara in order to get some way
to leave 1925, since they are still supposed to have the time train. I only haven't had success yet, but I'm not giving up. Therefore I wouldn't even have considered writing this, wasn't it for what happened to Sarah.
On Thursday the 5th, I have found Sarah missing. The next morning, this morning, I received a letter from Mad Dog Tannen. He's kidnapped her. Therefore, Marty, I buried the DeLorean yesterday, then I wrote this letter, and sent along instructions how to repair the time machine with 2010s components. Buford writes that if I don't show up on Thursday the 12th at the Jones Manure Company, on 8PM exact, he'll shoot Sarah, and bury her body at a place nobody will ever find it in. So therefore I wrote this letter to you, my grandson, and hope that you will be able to get some help from my 2015 counterpart in repairing the time machine.
Then, Marty, please head back to Sunday, November 8th, 1925,tomorrow in my idea of present time, in order to rescue Sarah and help the two of us escape Mad-Dog Tannen. I instructed you in the enclosed map where to find my blacksmith shop, and I also included the newspaper I had, in order for you to see to it that the alternate 2045 is erased from existence. I am now waiting for you to show up tomorrow, so that we can instantly start with the planning of saving Sarah, and maybe even finding the Doc. I still miss him, and this would be a great opportunity to take him back to the future with us.
Waiting for you in the past, your co-time traveller in time,
Marty McFly Sr, November 7th, 1925.
(scanning the letter)
I never knew I could write anything that long. See – it's three pages!
MARTY JR
Yeah Dad. It's fascinating.
MARTY
Western Union kept this letter for ninety years and all you two think about is the length of the letter 2045 Gramps wrote?
Marty Jr and Marty Sr exchange glances, then NOD.
Marty ROLLS HIS EYES.
MARTY
Family…
Marty Sr is still looking at the letter.
MARTY SR
According to this enclosed map, the DeLorean is buried somewhere at the old abandoned silver mine. It's covered with much stones to make it absolutely certain that no one will have looked through it in the past ninety years.
MARTY
I guess we have to blast?
Marty Sr looks at him, grinning joyfully.
Marty SHAKES HIS HEAD.
269. EXT. MINE - EVENING.
There's the silver mine: lying at the same undisturbed spot as it was in 1885, one hundred and thirty years earlier.
There are many rocks around it. Everything is calm and peaceful.
Suddenly, there's a huge BLAST!
A large amount of rocks roll away.
270. MARTY SR AND MARTY III.
The two of them are lying at around the same spot Doc and Marty were lying in back in 1885. They're covering their heads with HELMETS.
MARTY whistles.
MARTY
Whoa, this is heavy.
MARTY SR
It sure is!
271. INT. SILVER MINE.
The Marty's are strolling through the mine, looking fascinated at both sides.
Marty Sr is holding a recorder, and starts speaking into it, while Marty is looking for the time machine.
MARTY SR
Date: Thursday, October 22nd, 2015, 9:48 PM.
(a beat)
I'm here at the old abandoned silver mine, and me and my future assistant, Marty McFly the Third, are looking for his time machine, which is supposed to be buried around here. Unfortunately, however, we still haven't found anything around here.
(to Marty)
Have we, grandson?
Marty looks around, and shakes his head.
MARTY
No. Maybe we even better abandon this and come back tomorrow at daylight. I could last an extra day in 2015…
Marty Sr SHAKES HIS HEAD.
MARTY SR
It's too dangerous at daylight… people may drive past and see us. Besides, Doc from 1985 is supposed to arrive Monday morning. I want you to be out of this time period by then… no offence to you.
Marty SMILES.
MARTY
None taken.
They then walk past a huge wall. There's a red sign on it.
MARTY
Hey, what's that?
MARTY SR
I don't know. Why don't you check it out?
Marty walks over to it.
272. SIGN.
It reads: 'MSMF'.
273. MARTY.
MARTY
Holy shit!
Marty Sr runs over to him, and gulps as he sees it.
MARTY SR
My initials! Just like Doc did in 1885!
MARTY
That means the time machine is right after this wall, right?
Marty Sr stares at him, and nods.
MARTY SR
Exactly.
(winks to Marty)
Come on, kid! Let's get some chops!
Marty follows him.
274. EXT. WALL – LATER.
The wall is still there – but then, it's broken by the chops. The Marty's are digging through it.
MARTY
(digging)
Do you think this is far enough?
MARTY SR
(digging)
I don't know. How about you try to take a look?
Marty then stops digging, and climbs through the hole.
Marty Sr smiles as he realises Marty has come through.
MARTY SR
Do you see anything?
MARTY(O.S)
You bet.
275. INT. SIDE TUNNEL.
There is all wood and sand through the tunnel, and it's very dusty everywhere. Marty is standing right in front of the opening, and is staring at the centre of the mine…
276. INT. CENTRE.
There is it – in all it's glory: the DELOREAN! It's covered over with sheets, and looks VERY old.
277. MARTY.
Marty Sr then also comes through, eyes locked on the DeLorean.
MARTY SR
Unbelievable! It's been here for 89 years, 11 months and 16 days! Like 1955 Doc would've said, astounding!
MARTY
You're forgetting the hours and minutes.
Marty Sr stares at him for a few seconds, then shakes his head.
MARTY SR
Don't you be a smart ass.
Marty GRINS.
278. OUTSIDE MINE.
The DeLorean is being pulled outside by a shiny limousine. Yup, Marty Senior sure is rich!
We see Marty Sr is in the limo, while Marty III himself is in the DeLorean.
279. INT. DELOREAN.
Marty has the walkie-talkie.
MARTY
Gramps, Gramps, do you read me?
MARTY SR (O.S)
Loud and clear.
Marty turns on the TIME CIRCUITS. With a small move of static, they finally turn on. Destination Time still reads July 1st 1925 at 12:00AM, and Last Time Departed is OCT 21 2015 07:17PM. (NOTE: We may notice that the 'Present Time' is now OCT 22 2015, at 10:04PM!)
MARTY
Okay, let's get through with this then!
280. EXT. DELOREAN.
All three Marty's are now here, working on it. It's apparently late at night.
Marty is reading his Marty Sr '45's instructions.
MARTY
(re-instructions)
As you can see the microchip is shorted out again. I am certain that you will be able to repair it. It's a simple task, requiring some light bulbs and a control mechanism from the shop downtown. You know, at Courthouse Mall.
(to Marty Sr)
What shop does he… do you mean?
MARTY SR
I think the local 'Do It Yourself' shop. Never shopped in it?
MARTY
(grimly)
No. Griff destructed the Courthouse mall in 2034. And the shop itself sold up in 2030 already, when I was only two years old. So I don't have any memories.
MARTY SR
I guess. Sorry for bringing back memories of that Griff-controlled future you are from.
MARTY
No, it's okay.
(changing subject)
You know, I wonder if your grave would be at the Cemetery by this time.
Marty Sr stares at him with a hint of surprise.
MARTY SR
What do you mean? It may be there, yes… it should be there, as it's unnatural even for a rejuvenated person to live up to 167… but I am certain that it'll be gone after you head back to the twenties.
Marty shrugs.
MARTY
Yeah, I guess – but, you know, I just wanted to check it out. So that I can take it with me when we get back home. Y'know? Ripple-effect-indicator.
MARTY SR
Okay. We could go tomorrow, if you like.
Marty nods.
MARTY
Fine with me.
281. EXT. BOOT HILL CEMETERY – DAY.
The place looks old, now, and abandoned. At the gate is a sign saying: No graves entered since 1957.
MARTY and MARTY JR come walking up to the gate. They get inside, and start walking past gravestones. We initially follow Marty himself – but then Marty Jr gives a yell, loud.
JUNIOR
Marty! Up here!
282. EXT. MARTY'S TOMBSTONE.
Marty comes running over to it, and sees what Marty Jr has found.
It's a small tombstone, standing on a grave. On the tombstone is the inscription: 'Here Lies Clint Eastwood. Died, November 13th 1925 From A Shot In The Back. Shot Dead By Buford 'Mad Dog' Tannen For A Matter That Was Forty Years Old.'
Marty then sees another grave, next to his grandfather's… it says: 'Sarah Eastwood, Died November 12th 1925.'
MARTY
No! Poor Gramps, poor Sarah!
JUNIOR
Relax, son. You're going back to stop it, remember?
Marty nods, sobbing hard.
MARTY
I know… but it's still a tragedy.
JUNIOR
C'mon. We've got to tell this to Dad.
Marty nods, and follows his father.
283. INT. CAR.
Marty Sr stares at his son and grandson, obviously shocked.
MARTY SR
Great Scott, this is HEAVY! So you mean I actually got shot? And Marty's girlfriend, too?
MARTY
I'm telling you for the last time, she's NOT my girlfriend!
Junior nods.
JUNIOR
Yeah Dad, that happened. I think we better go to the library, like you did in '55. Then we can look up info.
Marty Sr nods.
MARTY SR
You're right. We'll go this evening.
283. INT. LIBRARY.
Marty is scanning through some old newspapers. He then finds one that says: Clint Eastwood Killed By Tannen Outlaw – Folk Hero Shot To Death.
MARTY
(to Marty Sr)
Hey Gramps, I think I've got it.
Marty Sr heads over to him.
MARTY SR
(re-newspaper)
Clint Eastwood, local folk hero, died this afternoon from a bullet wound caused by a shooting done Thursday evening by Buford 'Mad Dog' Tannen, one of the famous 1880s outlaws of Hill Valley. Tannen was arrested for the crime, and hanged yesterday. Also shot was Sarah Eastwood, Clint's niece.
(smirks)
Niece?
Marty shrugs.
MARTY
If you can be Doc's nephew, why can't Sarah be your niece?
MARTY SR
True, true…
(re-newspaper)
Sarah died within one hour after the incident, for Clint however it took longer to die. Clint has wished to be buried at the Boot Hill Cemetery. In his will is also a included note not to interfere with the abandoned silver mine for at least hundred years, with exclusion of members of the McFly and Brown families.
(looks up)
Pretty nice will.
MARTY
Yeah, I agree.
Junior then yells to them.
JUNIOR
Hey Dad, take a look at this!
They walk over to see a picture of Marty Sr posing in front of the clock in the clock tower, standing on the ledge. The clock says 8:00PM, and the date underneath it is September 5th, 1925. Also, it reads: 'Hill Valley Clock Forty Year Anniversary'.
Marty rolls his eyes at his grandfather, who faintly smiles.
MARTY
You know, I wonder if you came across that in '55. Now that would've raised some questions.
MARTY SR
I'm in my own time, so I should remember if something like that happened. And from memory, I say no. We just came across info on Doc. In the new timeline, though, I remember finding some things about myself – but not from 1925, only from 1885.
(realizes the time)
Now, why don't we get ourselves home. Let's see, it's 11PM on Friday, October 23rd now… I should have the time machine be ready on Sunday afternoon, so I can send you off that evening.
MARTY
You sure you can make that? That's a short time limit.
MARTY SENIOR
(shrugs)
I told you before, I want to be ready when Doc from 1985 comes on Monday. And besides – if you put your mind to it, you can accomplish anything.
Marty smirks, and they all head out.
284. INSERT – TIME DISPLAYS.
They're off, but then they're switched on. Present Time is October 25th, 2015, 09:30PM.
285. WIDER.
We zoom out, to see the DeLorean. Marty Sr is standing next to it, modifying something.
We're apparently on a parking lot, and we know which one as the camera moves – LONE PINE MALL. The Mall is still in operation, only not as functional as it was in 1985, seeing the Courthouse Mall has taken away lots of the business.
MARTY is also there, wearing nice 1920s clothes. He's looking at them as if he was an idiot.
JUNIOR, MARLENE and JENNIFER '15 are standing in the background.
Marty Senior moves up from the DeLorean.
MARTY SR
Now, Marty – I'd say we're ready.
He steps away from the DeLorean.
MARTY SR
I packed your belongings, and your 2045 clothes you'll have to wear once you've returned to the future.
(he lifts a bag out of the DeLorean, and peaks into it)
Are you sure this is supposed to be proper 2040s clothes?
Marty chuckles.
MARTY
Times change, Gramps. Times change.
MARTY SR
Yeah, you're right. Anyway, I guess you can go now. Be careful for bears, and Indians who want to shoot your fuel line. Just in case, there is some gas in the back of the car.
Marty chuckles.
MARTY SR
Too bad you have to take me out of the twenties. I do like the era, actually. Ever since I studied it, back in 1988. That was the same year I sold Doc's garage, actually. Back in '83, Doc placed a note in his will that, if the garage might become empty, I was to sell it three years after he went away. Maybe it was his future self who did that on a visit, I don't know. So, anyway, I started looking for buyers on October 26th of '88, and the garage was bought by some shop in December. I earned quite much money for that.
MARTY
Yeah, I know. You told me you used the money to help building the time machine. You had it be kept safe for the government when they took away your property.
MARTY SR
I did? Well, I figured that much. How else I would've gotten it ready within such a short time. You told me I build it in about a year, with help of Verne and later from you guys…
Marty sighs.
MARTY
No offence, but can I go now? Every second you longer are fated to die back there hurts like hell.
MARTY SR
I understand. It felt like that for me, too, back in '55. It's been nice to have a friend, a future grandson to care for… but I guess I should be happy to have family. You have to go, now.
He walks over to the DeLorean.
MARTY SR
All right, time circuits are already on. Destination Time: November 8th, 1925… what time do you think we'd aim for?
MARTY
How about 7am? That's a time at which it's light, and the other you already posted the letter the evening before.
MARTY SR
Right. November 8th, 1925, 7am.
He taps it in, and then a colourful red 'NOV 08 1925 07:00 AM' appears on the display.
MARTY SR
All right, you are set.
Marty Sr walks off. Marty is about to close the door, then thinks of something.
MARTY
Don't forget to give that girl her hoverboard back. I got my own back, now.
(to Junior)
Thanks for tracking it down.
JUNIOR
(grins)
No problem.
MARTY SR
I won't forget to give it back… I promise. See you in the… past.
MARTY
Well, that'll be another version of you. The Hell Valley you.
MARTY SR
True. Then I guess I'll see you in 2045.
MARTY
See you then, other-Grandpa.
Marty Sr smirks.
JUNIOR
See you in the future, too. I can't wait to get you… your other self, I mean. Suzy and I really are destined to have a nice future together, I'm certain.
MARTY
Good luck. And be careful around Griff. You don't want to get shot, like your other self.
JUNIOR
I certainly will be careful!
Marty closes the door, and drives back. Marty Sr runs up the road Marty's supposed to go past, Junior next to him. Sr takes out a gun.
MARTY SR
Happy trails! Ready?
MARTY
As ready as I'll ever be!
MARTY SR
Set!
Marty Sr fires.
286. INT. DELOREAN.
Marty presses the gas pedal, and the DeLorean roars off!
It accelerates fast. Then, Marty passes Marty Sr, who's waving wildly, along with all the others (Marlene and Jennifer are also standing with them, now)
287. MARTY SR.
MARTY SR
(wildly)
VAYA CON DIOS!
Junior frowns.
JUNIOR
What's that supposed to mean?
MARTY SR
I wouldn't know.
288. INT. DELOREAN.
The speedometer is saying 50…55… 60…
This is where Marty has waited for. He presses a button.
MARTY
Here goes nothing…
289. EXT. DELOREAN.
While it's still accelerating, the DeLorean suddenly lifts off from the ground! It flies higher and higher above the Mall.
290. INT. DELOREAN.
Marty takes another look at the photograph he's brought with him, then at the speedometer.
70 miles per hour….
The DeLorean continues accelerating rapidly…
75…
80…
85…
86…
87…
Marty grits his teeth.
291. EXT. TIME DISPLAYS.
Destination Time is November 8th, 1925.
292. EXT. MARTY'S POV AS…
The speed hits 88…
The flux capacitor lights up…
White lights appear, and…
Temporal displacement kicks in, sending the DeLorean back in time into…
A large amount of birds, all around Marty!
MARTY
Argh! BIRDS!
(numbers 293 to 500 are reserved)
501. EXT. DELOREAN.
The birds start attacking the DeLorean, obviously seeing the future machine as bringing danger.
MARTY (inside)
Argh! Argh!
502. INT. DELOREAN.
Marty is trying hard to stabilize, but doesn't succeed.
503. EXT. BIRDS.
Outside, the birds are still crowded… and then, a large PIPE falls off the DeLorean!
504. MARTY.
Marty shrieks!
MARTY
I wonder where that was for…
Suddenly, the DeLorean starts plummeting DOWNWARDS!
505. OUTSIDE.
The birds have now flown away… but the DeLorean is heading straight towards the ground in an amazing speed.
506. INT. DELOREAN.
Marty is TERRIFIED!
He looks at a meter that says the altitude. It says 80 feet… 70 feet… 60 feet… 50…
Marty is horrified, and tries to get the DeLorean back up. He doesn't succeed.
45… 40… 35…
507. OUTSIDE.
The time machine is still dropping, at 30 feet high, and is accelerating faster.
508. INSIDE.
The speedometer says 70.
The altitude-meter says 25.
The 'Present Time' on the TIME CIRCUITS says November 8th, 1925, 7:01am.
Marty's face says all we need to know.
MARTY
I'm going to DIE.
He then moves his eyes through the DeLorean, and spots his HOVERBOARD.
He's hesitant for a few seconds, then looks back at the meter.
20 feet.
Marty's made his decision.
509. OUTSIDE DELOREAN.
The time machine is still dropping, now just sixteen or seventeen feet from the ground.
MARTY steps out with the hoverboard around his right foot. He's holding the photograph with Doc's tombstone on it in his right hand, and looks terrified back to the altitude-meter.
15 feet.
MARTY
I can do this.
He then JUMPS OFF THE DELOREAN, RIGHT DOWN TO THE GROUND!
The DeLorean, however, goes faster.
510. MARTY'S POV OF THE DELOREAN.
It's now only 10 feet high… 5 feet… 4…3…2…1…
The DeLorean hits the ground, and thanks to the gas in the back, EXPLODES!
511. MARTY.
Marty lands too, shocked. He releases his foot from the hoverboard, picks it up, and runs over to the DeLorean.
He strolls around the still burning wreck, then sees the time displays.
512. EXT. DISPLAYS.
The 'Present Time' flashes once more: November 8th, 1925, 7:02am, and then it dies out.
513. MARTY.
He sighs.
MARTY
Well, sure looks like I'm trapped, now.
He takes the hoverboard up, and starts walking into town.
He soon finds a road, and starts walking on it. He then passes a sign, saying: Hill Valley: 2 Miles.
He continues walking to town.
514. EXT. HILL VALLEY – 1925 – DAY.
Marty enters Hill Valley, 1925, stunned to see what his hometown has become…
The Courthouse has vastly changed from how it was in 1885, and the structure is now vastly build. The clock on top of it is working, and says it's 7:20. It won't be struck by lightning until 1955.
The Palace Saloon is now the 'Palace Café' with a sign on it saying: 'Closed Summer '26! Looking for buyers!'
The Blast From The Past is now a shop with '20s music in it. The name is simply 'Music Store'.
Around all is the twenties-style. There are few music shops, mostly old reminders of the twenties.
Essex Theatre is not yet a theatre – it's a small building, with the label 'Drive-In' on it. Clearly the Pohatchee-Drive In hasn't been build yet.
The Marshall Office is now called 'Sherriff's Office'. There's a sign on it saying: 'Sherriff Howard Strickland, son of the greatest Wild West Marshall of all time'.
The sky is light. There are a few cars driving around, and also horses. There's a bar in the distance, on the place of the Town Theatre… it's the 'Alcohol-Free Bar'. Of course: it's the Prohibition Era.
Statler Fine Horses has transformed into 'Dean Statler selling fine cars'. It looks pretty much like a cross-over between the way it was in 1885 and in 1955.
The Western Auto Store isn't yet that, it's now a shop called 'Hill Valley Bank'. There's a sign underneath it: 'Take Care Of Your Money, Put It In Here.
The Hill Valley Telegraph is still the same, only now no longer an un-solid 1880s building but a fine building that will survive the next hundred years quite easily.
And in the centre of all of it Marty strolls through the Square, wide-eyed, taking it all in.
MARTY
(trying to get a grip on himself)
I'm in the twenties.
He then heads over to the Palace Café.
515. INT. CAFÉ.
The interior has changed to look like a 1920s saloon. People are gambling with cards in the corners. JOEY, the man who helped Chester in Part III, is now the owner – he's an old man.
Marty strolls to the BAR, taking it all in wide-eyed.
Joey looks at him, and then, as he notices Marty's not ordering, taps him on the shoulder.
Marty turns around shocked.
JOEY
What'll it be?
MARTY
Um, gimme a Pepsi.
Joey frowns, then hands Marty a 1920s PEPSI! It sure looks a lot different than the drink Marty's used to.
Marty stares at his drink, then hands it back.
MARTY
Why don't you gimme something without sugar.
JOEY
Without sugar?
He gives Marty a COFFEE.
JOEY
Surely this is without any sugar in it.
MARTY
(faking a smile)
Thanks.
He takes a sip of the coffee, then scratches his head just like George and Marty in Part I.
Then, a MAN comes running into the Saloon.
MAN
It's HIM! He's back again!
Joey and the others hide, Marty just stares confused at them. What's going on?
Some of the man who are playing cards remain, too, looking at Marty with disbelief at his braveness.
VOICE (O.S)
Hey, McFly, I told you to be outta my café whenever I get in here!
The voice is familiar, the words are familiar, Marty looks around, shocked…
MARTY
(in disbelief)
A Tannen!
Yes, it's a TANNEN. Unmistakably familiar. The man is about mid-thirties, dressed in a rough 1920s suit, and is with a gang of three people. They're all carrying CASES with BOTTLES ALCOHOL.
TANNEN
Hey McFly, you Irish-
(realises)
Hey, you ain't Will McFly. You're way too young to be him.
(steps forward)
You DO look like him, though. Are you kin to that butthead? Or to that other guy, old Clint Eastwood?
Marty is nervous.
Tannen then looks to the other persons in the room.
TANNEN
Hey, buttheads! I got your drinks!
The men all cheer.
TANNEN
(to his gang)
Guys, get them. And don't forget to charge them for it.
The gang nod, then they start giving the alcohol to the other persons in the room.
Marty stares at it.
MARTY
You're an alcohol dealer!
Tannen suddenly turns to Marty, and pushes a GUN under his nose!
TANNEN
(kindly)
Yes. But you ain't telling. You wouldn't want me to get arrested, huh? WOULD YOU?
Marty shakes his head unconfidently.
MARTY
Um, I guess not.
Tannen SMILES, appears to turn around…
Then, he GRABS MARTY AT THE BACK OF THE HEAD, AND HOLDS THE GUN IN HIS BACK!
TANNEN
One wrong move and you're dead, sunny.
(to his guys)
Are you ready yet?
They NOD.
TANNEN
Let's go then.
Tannen pushes Marty forwards outside, staying behind him. The gang follows him.
516. OUTSIDE.
Tannen pushes Marty through the streets. Marty is horrified by the fact a TANNEN is following him… and holding a gun in his back.
MARTY
Um, could you stop with that gun…
Tannen GRINS, instead pushes the gun closer.
TANNEN
What's the matter? Ya afraid?
The gang laughs, and grabs him so Tannen can face him.
MARTY
Leave me… leave me alone!
TANNEN
(chuckles)
Naa…
The clucking of a rifle can be heard.
VOICE (O.S)
You heard him Driff. Leave the boy alone.
DRIFF and his boys turn to see…
517. THEIR VIEW OF…
MARTY MCFLY SR, holding a rifle at them! He's changed a lot – wearing twenties clothes, and a hat. He's holding a large RIFLE, similar to the one Doc made in Part Three.
518. DRIFF AND MARTY.
Driff CHUCKLES.
DRIFF
Well, well, well. Old Clint Eastwood. How nice to meet you.
The camera backs up a bit.
MARTY SR
(without moving an inch)
Where's the girl, Driff? Where do you keep her hidden?
He steps FORWARD, takes Driff's GUN, and motions Marty to go.
DRIFF
How am I supposed to know?
(snorts)
That's my Dad's business. You go settle your scores with him. Butthead.
Marty Sr snorts, too.
MARTY SR
I will. But I don't believe you and that gang of yours haven't got anything to do with it. You guys are just a couple of narrow-minded slime balls.
DRIFF
That's not a nice thing to say, Eastwood.
MARTY SR
I'm not nice. Not to people like you. And now, you guys get moving, and leave this city. Hill Valley is no place to deal illegal alcohol.
Driff hesitates, then motions to his boys.
DRIFF
You heard him guys: let's go. We all were gonna go, weren't we?
The boys agree.
Driff and the gang go on their horses, and the gang heads out of town. Driff looks at Marty.
DRIFF
This ain't settled yet, Eastwood.
MARTY SR
Oh, I was certain of that. Things aren't settled that easy with people like you.
Driff smirks.
DRIFF
No, they certainly aren't.
(to his horse)
Hiyah!
The camera follows as Driff and his boys leave town.
519. THE MARTYS.
Marty Sr shakes his head.
MARTY SR
Marty, you shouldn't have come at such a time. They always come in dealing for alcohol at 9:30. It's dangerous in here then.
(sighs)
But you couldn't have known. And it's good to meet you again, Marty.
MARTY
Thanks, Gramps…
Marty Sr stares at Marty's clothes.
MARTY SR
This sure is a proper western outfit. I wonder who dressed you in it?
MARTY
You, actually.
Marty Sr GRINS.
MARTY SR
I love being smarter than Doc for a change! Or at least, the Doc from 1955.
520. EXT. PAPER.
The paper is a scribbled note with pictures of prototype-transistors on it. The notes are in Marty's handwriting and there's a date underneath them: July 29th, 1925.
521. WIDER – BLACKSMITH SHOP.
We can see we're in Marty's shop. Marty is looking at the papers, and Marty Sr is looking at his tombstone with a magnifying glass.
MARTY SR
This is heavy!
(re-tombstone)
It says here I died on November 12th, 1925. And you say Sarah's tombstone was right next to it.
MARTY
Yeah. Dad spotted your grave… I mean, the Dad from 2015 did.
MARTY SR
Fascinating, huh?
MARTY
Yeah.
The camera then pans around them, and around the rest of the shop. It looks like an ordinary blacksmith shop, but with future inventions. Marty looks around with awe.
MARTY
Whoa, you made this all in 1925? In just four months? You missed your true calling, Gramps!
MARTY SR
(proudly)
I guess so. The note you just read was one of the latter ones, actually – I gave up on repairing the time machine in early August. I then already planned to write you a letter, and had written out the basics. Three months later I rewrote it slightly differently to involve Sarah's kidnapping. But basically, I spent all that time either looking for Doc, or trying to improve our life in 1925. And doing my smithing duties, of course.
Marty looks around.
MARTY
You like it here, Grandpa?
Marty Sr shrugs.
MARTY SR
Well, like… the basic thing is that we can go home after Thursday. We shouldn't mess around more time in the twenties… it is just too dangerous.
(looking to Marty)
Why don't you show the DeLorean?
Marty remains silent, nervously. He's got something to hide.
MARTY SR
Hey what's the matter? Why aren't you saying anything?
MARTY
Um, well…
MARTY SR
What's up? We can go home, right?
(frowns)
Can we?
MARTY
Well, I arrived in 1925 in a huge mass of birds, and they cut the flying system.
MARTY SR
(puzzled)
So? We are able to drive up to 88.
MARTY
Yeah, but I was in the air back then. And I sort of dropped out of the sky, and I guess that, cause you – that's you from '15 – loaded up some extra gas, it sort of exploded.
Marty Sr is speechless for a few seconds.
MARTY SR
(after a long, long beat)
Well, I guess that we now really have to find the Doc, will we ever get ourselves home safely…
521. EXT. ARCHIVES – DAY.
We see an archive with 'B's'.
522. WIDER.
Marty is looking through the archives for Doc's name. Marty Sr is standing besides him.
Marty then turns towards him, smiling happily.
MARTY
I found it. It's the only Brown in the book at this time… 1640 Riverside Drive. That must be it.
Marty Sr shakes his head.
MARTY SR
Marty, you're not thinking fourth-dimensionally! That's Doc indeed – the Doc from 1925. He's only five, now… and thirty years away from coming up with the flux capacitor.
(concerned)
No other Browns?
MARTY
None that I can see.
Marty Sr sighs.
MARTY SR
We're going to have to try this some other way.
523. EXT. BLACKSMITH SHOP – DAY.
Marty Sr is PACING AROUND, Marty is just sitting, enjoying the air. The calendar says it's still November 9th.
MARTY SR
I can't believe it. We tried to track Doc down everywhere, but nobody knows him! What kinda stupid town is this!
MARTY
(sarcastically)
The town we both grew up in?
Marty sighs.
MARTY SR
I guess. But I really do hope we'll be able to find Doc soon. I like the twenties, but this is overrated. We're like trapped, here!
MARTY
(lifting up his photograph)
And there's still the matter of this…
MARTY SENIOR walks over.
524. INT. PHOTOGRAPH.
The tombstone is still intact, containing Marty's death on it clearly.
525. WIDER.
MARTY
I'm going to the Square. Asking around for Doc.
MARTY SR
(hopeless look in his eyes)
Go ahead. Good luck finding him… although the chance of that is pretty much zero percent.
MARTY
(smiles faintly)
Bye.
Marty Sr GRINS FAINTLY.
MARTY SR
Bye.
526. INT. TOWN'S SQUARE
Marty walks through the Square, and enters the Palace Saloon.
527. SALOON.
Marty enters the shop, through the door.
We pan across the saloon. In front is someone at the bar, sitting there and drinking a coffee. He looks teenage.
Then there's the bartender, Joey, and some other people who were there the day before, too.
Marty makes his way over to the tap.
JOEY
Howdy, son. Whadda ya want?
MARTY
Um, a coffee, please.
Joey takes a coffee, and hands it to Marty, who gratefully drinks it. It's obviously hot.
Marty then scratches his head.
The boy next to him scratches his head THE SAME WAY!
Then, there's a loud clap, as the door is opened.
TANNEN (O.S)
Hey, McFly!
Marty turns around…
The boy turns around…
Standing in the doorframe is none other than MIFF TANNEN, aged 17! He looks very familiar – of course, he's Biff's future father.
MIFF
Hey, McFly, I'm talking to you.
The teenager suddenly speaks up! Marty looks at him, and realizes – it's his great-great-grandfather, ARTHUR MCFLY, 15, who looks an awful lot like his future son, George.
ARTHUR
Oh, hi Miff.
MARTY
Miff?
Marty stares between MIFF and ARTHUR in disbelief.
MIFF
Hey, McFly, your shoe's untied.
Arthur looks, and Miff punches him, hard.
Arthur laughs.
Marty WINCES.
MIFF
Now, McFly, you have made my homework?
ARTHUR
Um, I don't know, since, it wasn't due 'til-
Miff smiles, then PUNCHES ARTHUR, HARD!
Marty is now furious!
Miff laughs… then he's tapped on the back by Marty!
Miff, apparently completely surprised to be cut off in his line, looks…
Marty CLENCHES HIS FIST, then reaches out to Miff's face in a move to punch him…
Then, Miff CLENCHES MARTY'S FIST IN HIS!
Marty SCREAMS in PAIN!
MIFF
(snickers)
Now what's the matter, butthead?
MARTY
(trying not to be wimpy)
Um, that.
(points besides Miff)
Miff looks, and Marty reaches out again… but this time, he succeeds! MARTY HITS MIFF RIGHT IN THE FACE WITH HIS LEFT HAND!
The bully falls backwards, and Marty is outta there the fastest his feet can carry him!
Miff, towering back up, sets off in a chase after him, furiously!
Arthur is looking at them in disbelief.
528. EXT. CAFÉ.
Marty runs out of the Café, and looks around.
There's NO ONE to be seen.
Marty clenches his teeth, and looks around:
529. MIFF AND GANG.
Miff, together with his GANG of THREE, are out of the Café.
530. MARTY.
Marty winces in the foresight of Tannen beating him up…
Then, he sees a BOY on a skateboard-alike thing skating into the Square! The boy is obviously acting like it's a horse.
BOY
Hiyah! Hiyah!
Marty runs up to him.
MARTY
Hey, little boy, I need to borrow your- skateboard?
Marty stares at the boy and is even more shocked!
530. BOY.
The young boy is the DOC – the DOC OF 1925! Just five years, the future scientist stares at Marty in disbelief.
This moment lasts a few seconds, then Marty jumps on the board and skates off.
He is skating heavily, apparently having much trouble with it.
MARTY
Whoa! Whoa!
He slips, and FALLS ON HIS BACK!
MARTY
(to himself)
Why, why didn't hoverboards come on the market until 2013…
The skateboard continues to roll.
Marty gets onto his feet quickly, and jumps on it again. This time, he does better, gaining speed.
He leaps onto the road, skating faster.
He then passes the Café.
MIFF and his GANG are standing there, on sides of Miff´s car, but then Miff spots Marty, and tries to hit him with a large wooden plank.
Marty skates past him, causing Miff just to miss him by inches!
Marty manages to continue his way, shaken up!
MARTY
Whoa! Whoa!
531. EMMETT.
YOUNG EMMETT is staring at Marty's tricks in disbelief.
YOUNG EMMETT
Wow.
(under his breath)
I sure wish I'll ever have a friend like that…
532. MARTY.
Marty is accelerating on his board, and looks around confident – then frightened.
533. MARTY'S POV OF…
Miff and his GUYS in a CAR, chasing him! The DISTANCE between them is just 30 feet!
MARTY
Oh this is HEAVY!
He starts accelerating nervously along the street.
Marty goes faster…
The car goes faster…
There's only 20 feet space left…
Miff grins evilly, knowing he's going to succeed.
There's 10 feet left…
Marty accelerates wilder and wilder, trying to save himself! (NOTE: We first see a CAR with a MANURE WAGON behind it in a distance.
Marty gulps, as Miff comes closer.
5 feet…
We now zoom into…
534. EXT. STREET.
We see a close up of Marty's left foot, moving the skateboard… then, it touches a banana peel!
535. WIDER.
The foot slips!
MARTY
Whoa!
536. EVEN WIDER.
Marty falls backwards, right into the bumper of Miff's car!
Miff is unable to see anymore! He starts swerving!
Marty sees his skateboard before them, a few yards away from the manure wagon. He also sees that they're heading towards both of them.
Miff now opens the car's ROOF.
MIFF
(through roof)
Get off the car!
MARTY
(smiling calmly)
Okay.
He jumps off, and LANDS ON THE SKATEBOARD!
537. INT. CAR.
Miff is relieved… until he sees where they're heading towards!
MIFF
Shit!
It is indeed! Miff tries to swerve, but it's too late. He hits the manure wagon.
The manure 'jumps' up, and lands through the opened roof right into the car, on Miff and his gang!
538. MARTY.
He is off a few yards, now runs towards the car.
539. MIFF.
He spits out some MANURE.
MIFF
Manure!
He hits the dashboard with his right fist.
MIFF
I hate manure!
540. MARTY.
He laughs.
He then heads off, towards Emmett.
541. EMMETT.
Marty comes over to the fascinated young boy. ARTHUR comes running up, too.
MARTY
Hey, um, kid, thanks.
He hands him the skateboard.
Arthur has now reached Marty.
ARTHUR
(nervously)
Hey, I wanted to thank you for everything. You helped me to get away from those guys.
MARTY
(shrugging it off)
Hey, it wasn't a big deal.
ARTHUR
Who are you, anyway?
Marty gulps. He knows he has to produce some kind of twenties name.
MARTY
Um, um, Eastwood… um…
He looks around to see a MOVIE POSTER hanging on the Palace Café.
MARTY
Steven. Steven Spielberg Eastwood.
Arthur stares at him with awe.
ARTHUR
Wow! You related to Clint Eastwood?
MARTY
Um, yeah. He's my grandpa.
Arthur smiles.
ARTHUR
My Grandpa told me about him. He told me he defeated Buford Tannen once, and mysteriously survived a train crash into Eastwood Ravine… that was even named after him for that reason.
(pauses)
Say, Steven, why don't you come with me and go eat dinner? Dad would like to have someone in the house who did something like that to a Tannen. The Tannens really have been bugging us McFly's for a long time, ever since the 1880s.
Marty looks nervously.
MARTY
Um, that's really nice of you, but I gotta go see my Grandpa.
ARTHUR
Then, ask him to come along.
Marty shakes his head.
MARTY
He's not really the type for something like that.
ARTHUR
(disappointed)
Oh. That's a shame. They could've talked together about all times… about Mr. Eastwood's friend, Mr. Brown… my Grandpa Seamus, who's coming over, knows all about him, and would be willing to tell your Grandpa how it has gone with him…
Marty suddenly stops in his tracks and turns around.
MARTY
(wide-eyed)
Really!
Arthur nods.
542. MARTY.
He chuckles in disbelief.
As we zoom out from Marty, we then
CUT TO:
543. EXT. MCFLY FAMILY DINNER – EVENING.
We pan around the table to see a few familiar persons – WILLIAM, now 40, HIS WIFE sitting next to him, SEAMUS, now in his late SIXTIES, ARTHUR, and a YOUNG GIRL who resembles JENNIFER. MARTY SR and MARTY are also there, and Marty Sr can't keep his eyes off the girl.
Then, 67-year-old MAGGIE MCFLY enters with a bowl of soup.
MAGGIE
Here you go.
She sets the bowl on the table. As the others start to have dinner, Marty Sr turns to Seamus, who's next to him.
MARTY SR
(inconspicuously)
Say, Seamus, would you happen to know where Do-Mr. Brown is currently living? You know, the blacksmith?
Seamus looks up surprised.
SEAMUS
You don't know?
Marty Sr shakes his head.
MARTY SR
No. Never saw him. We looked all through town for him, but we didn't find his address.
SEAMUS
(laughing)
Quite logically, since he doesn't live in town anymore!
Marty Sr is confused about this.
MARTY SR
What do you mean?
SEAMUS
Emmett and Clara Brown moved away in 1902. I thought they'd gone to live in San Fransisco, at least that's what they told me, but then I found them living on the outskirts of town one day. Y'know, down at the bushes… close to the ravine, perhaps a few hundred yards south…
Marty Sr mentally calculates the distance.
MARTY SR
A few hundred yards south, the ravine… that's the Hilldale department.
Seamus stares at him confused.
SEAMUS
What's Hilldale?
MARTY SR
Well, it's uh…
He glances nervously to Marty, who is eating his soup silently.
MARTY SR
Nothing. I, um, was thinking of something else.
SEAMUS
So, Clint, what did happen to you after you left town?
Marty Sr smiles nervously.
MARTY SR
Well, um, I did get involved in that train accident – but I managed to jump to the side, just in time. I had quite a few nasty bruises, and was knocked unconscious. Then, I got amnesia as I woke up two days after… and I ended up in Grass Valley. I only recalled my name, though. A few months later, in April of '86, I remembered again… but at that time, I didn't have a hesitance to return back to Hill Valley, as I, um, had found a girl whom I'd fallen in love at first sight with.
SEAMUS
Little Marty's grandmother, I presume?
MARTY SR
Yeah. We got Clint Junior, our oldest, in late 1886, and Junior himself got…
MARTY
(assisting)
Steven Spielberg Eastwood.
Marty Sr frowns at him.
MARTY SR
… Steven in 1908. Unfortunately, Junior got murdered by a local gang in 1912, and I took care of Steven here.
SEAMUS
(nodding)
I see.
MAGGIE
Mr. Eastwood, don't you like your dinner?
Marty Sr notices his soup for about the first time, and wildly starts eating it.
Marty gives his grandfather a SMIRK.
The older man frowns at him.
544. EXT. STREET – NIGHT.
It's night. Marty Sr and Marty III have exited the McFly's house.
MARTY
That was fun. I never knew about my ancestors.
MARTY SR
(surprised)
No?
MARTY
(sadly)
No. Griff made me get the impression that the Tannens were my ancestors. I was supposed to call Cliff, Griff's pa, 'Grandpa', and Biff Tannen was 'great-grandpa'.
MARTY SR
Wasn't he dead by the time Griff married your mom?
MARTY
Not yet. He got shot in January of '33, three months after Mom married Griff… and five months after Dad got shot.
He sighs.
MARTY SR
(trying to cheer him up a bit)
Well, it's all in the past, now, right?
MARTY
No… in the future.
MARTY SR
An alternate future.
MARTY
(smirks)
Yeah, right.
They walk off-screen.
