Bob Gale - Back to the Future - 3

Doc: Oh, no, no, no, I wouldn't think of charging you for this.

Marty sighs and runs his hand through his hair.

Doc: (continued) Well, let's have a look at it.

He opens the case and takes the telescope out. He puts it to his eye and closes his other one.

Clara: I think the lens may be out of alignment, because if you move it this way, the image turns fuzzy, see?

She moves closer to Doc and turns the telescope slightly.

Clara: (continued) But if you turn it ... the other way...

Doc takes the telescope from his eyes and lowers his hand. He turns to face Clara and they gaze at each other.

Doc: ...everything becomes - clear.

We get the feeling they will kiss if left alone much longer. Marty does too, so he coughs loudly and causes Doc and Clara to look away from each other quickly. She moves towards the door and Doc hold the telescope with a goofy look on his face. He's definitely in love.

Doc: I will repair it right away and have it for you tonight.

Clara: Oh, tonight's the town festival. I wouldn't dream of having you work on my telescope during such an important event. You are panning on attending, aren't you?

Marty: Well, actually ma'am...

Doc: Of course, the festival...

Clara: Well, in that case, I'll see you this evening at the festival, Emmett.

She turns to Marty as she leaves.

Clara: Mr Eastwood.

Marty: Ma'am.

Clara turns back to look at Doc.

Clara: Thank you for taking care of my telescope.

Doc: You're quite welcome.

Clara leaves and we see that Doc has the most goofiest look on his face we've ever seen him with. Marty goes up to him.

Marty: It's a nice telescope.

That evening. It's the festival, and everyone in Hill Valley has arrived for it. Mayor Hubert stands in front of the clock that will eventually be in the Courthouse.

Mayor Hubert: Ladies and gentlemen! As mayor of Hill Valley, it gives me great pleasure to dedicate this clock to the people of Hill County. May it stand for all time! Tell me when, gentlemen!

Townspeople: 3...2...1...now!

The Mayor starts the clock and fireworks are released into the sky.

Mayor Hubert: Let the festivities begin!

Doc and Marty are at the festival too, a bit behind everyone else. Out of sight, they watch the dedication of the clock. Doc thinks back to their history with the clock.

Doc: Y'know Marty, in a way it's fitting that you and I are here to witness this.

Marty: Too bad I didn't bring my camera.

There is a flash of light, and we see the PHOTOGRAPHER taking pictures of people beside the clock. Marty and Doc look at each other. Cut to in front of the clock a few seconds later.

Photographer: Ready, gentlemen?

Doc: (to Marty) The only problem is we'll never be able to show it to anybody.

Marty: Smile, Doc.

The picture is taken. We cut to the dance. There is a band there, who have a surprising resemblance to ZZTop! :-)

Band Member: Yee Har!

Music: Doubleback (Instrumental Version) by ZZTop

As the music begins, Doc and Marty again step back into the background of the festival.

Doc: What great music!

Marty: Yeah, it's got a beat and you can dance to it!

In the background the COLT GUN SALESMAN can be seen.

Colt Gun Salesman: Step right up, gentlemen, and test your mettle with the latest products from Colonel Samuel Colt's patent firearms of Hartford, Connecticut. Take this model for example.

As Marty turns to watch the gun demonstration, Doc wonders off.

Colt Gun Salesman: (continued) The new, improved and refined Colt Peacemaker. Available to you tonight for the low, low price of $12.

Doc spots Clara and smiles at her. She walks over to him.

Doc: Good evening.

Clara: Evening.

Doc: You look very - nice.

Clara: Thank you.

Doc looks at the festival for a few moments - he's very nervous - before turning back to Clara.

Doc: Would you like...uh...would you care to, uh...

Clara: I'd love to.

Doc and Clara start to dance. Cut to Marty, still watching the demonstration. The Colt Gun Salesman turns to Marty.

Colt Gun Salesman: Young man, want to give it a try?

Marty: No, no, thanks.

Marty turns to where Doc was standing earlier.

Marty: Hey Doc, this...

Of course, he notices Doc isn't there. He looks for his friend and spots him on the dance floor with Clara.

Colt Gun Salesman: (to Marty) Son! Sonny boy!

Oblivious to the Colt Gun Salesman, Marty carries on watching the dance.

Marty: The Doc can dance?!

Colt Gun Salesman: Son! Son! Son!

The Colt Gun Salesman nudges Marty's shoulder with the gun, and Marty turns around.

Colt Gun Salesman: Hey! I just told you that even a baby can handle this weapon. Surely you're not afraid to try something that a baby can do.

Marty: Hey, I'm not afraid of anything.

Colt Gun Salesman: Well then, step right up like a man.

He hands Marty a gun. Marty stands in front of an Old West Diorama - this is where he must shoot. It looks very similar to the Wild Gunman game Marty played (will play?) in the Cafe 80's in 2015.

Colt Gun Salesman: Now, what you do is just ease that hammer back there and squeeze off a round.

Marty points it to the diorama but shaking his head, the Colt Gun Salesman guides Marty's hand into position.

Colt Gun Salesman: No, no, no, right on out there and be real smooth. That's how you do it.

Marty shoots - and misses. Big time. The Colt Gun Salesman starts laughing.

Marty: Hey listen, can I try that again?

Colt Gun Salesman: Sure, go ahead.

The Colt Gun Salesman laughs again. Marty aims the gun, shoots - and hits a direct shot. He repeats this again a few more times. Everyone is amazed.

Colt Gun Salesman: Hey, just tell me one thing. Where'd you learn to shoot like that?

Marty: (seriously) 7 Eleven.

Cut to the entrance of the festival. Buford Tannen and his gang arrive on their horses.

Gang Member 1: Buford, you sure that blacksmith is gonna be at this here shindig?

Buford: Sure he's here. (darkly) Everybody's here tonight.

The DEPUTY MARSHALL arrives to check the visitors.

Deputy Marshall: You gentlemen are gonna have to check your firearms if you want to join in on the festivities.

Buford: (laughing) And who's gonna make us, tender-foot...you?

Marshall Strickland: (o.s) I am.

Buford (and the audience) turn to see MARSHALL STRICKLAND holding a rifle to Buford's shoulder. You guessed it, he's the grandfather of our very own Mr Strickland from 1955 and 1985.

Buford: Marshall Strickland. I didn't know you was back in town.

Marshall Strickland: If you can't read the sign, Tannen, I presume you can read this.

He means the rifle. Buford turns to him.

Buford: Pretty tough hombre when you're pointing a scattergun at a man's back.

Marshall Strickland: Just like you, Tannen, I take every advantage I can get. Now are you gonna check your irons?

Buford knows when he's beat, and backs down.

Buford: I was joking with your deputy. Of course I'm going to check my iron. We all were, weren't we boys?

They all give up their guns.

Deputy Marshall: Yeah. Right.

But Marshall Strickland obviously knows Buford a bit better than he wants to, because:

Marshall Strickland: Tannen - your knife, too.

Angry, Buford takes out the knife he's hidden in his boot. He throws it onto a nearby table as if it were a dart. He then turns to Marshall Strickland.