Back to the Future - 3

Old Timer 3: Amen.

The Old Timers raise their glasses to Doc.

Doc: Amen.

Doc raises his glass to them. Chester realises what is about to happen.

Chester: Emmett, no!!

Too late. Doc swallows the whiskey. Marty and Chester watch in horror as Doc steps forward, and faints onto the Old Timer's table.

Marty: Doc! Doc! Doc! C'mon, Doc, wake up, wake up, Doc. (to Chester) How many did he have?

Chester: Just one.

Marty can't believe it!

Marty: Just one?! (to Doc) C'mon, Doc.

Chester: There's a fella that can't hold his liquor.

Marty: Gimme some coffee... black.

Chester: (calling to his assistant) Joey, coffee!

Marty looks out the window. The clock is outside. It's 7.45. 15 minutes to go. We cut to a road, where Buford and his gang ride towards Hill Valley. We then cut to the train station. Clara is at the ticket office, speaking to the CLERK.

Clerk: Ma'am.

Clara: How far does the 8 o'clock train go?

Clerk: San Francisco's the end of the line.

Clara: I'll take a one way ticket.

Back in the saloon, Marty feeds Doc coffee, but it isn't working.

Chester: You want to sober him up in a hurry, son, you're gonna have to use something a lot stronger than coffee.

Marty: Yeah, what do you suggest?

Chester smiles as he calls to JOEY, his assistant.

Chester: Joey. Let's make some wake up juice.

Joey and Chester set out a variety of ingredients as they make the wake-up juice.

Chester: In about 10 minutes, he's gonna be as sober as a priest on Sunday.

Marty: 10 minutes?

Marty again looks at the clock. It is now 7.50.

Marty: Why do we have to cut these things so damn close?

Chester walks over with a funnel, clothes peg and the glass of liquid.

Chester: Here, stick this clothespin on his nose, and when he opens up his mouth, go ahead and pour it on down his throat. Oh, and stand back.

Marty does as Chester says, but nothing happens. Suddenly Doc stands up, opening his eyes and jumps up!

Doc: Wah! Hot! Hot!

Doc runs out and crashes into the horse trawl, filled with water. He doesn't move as Marty, Chester and Joey run after him. They lift him out and look at his face.

Marty: He's still out!

They bring Doc back into the saloon.

Chester: Oh, that, that was just a reflex action. It's gonna take a few more minutes for the stuff to really clear up his head.

Marty: Perfect.

Cut to the station. Clara boards the train. Cut back to the saloon. Seamus enters as Marty and Chester are slapping Doc's face to wake him up.

Marty: C'mon, Doc, c'mon...wake up, buddy. C'mon, wake up, Doc, c'mon, c'mon.

Chester: Seamus. Wouldn't expect to see you here this morning.

Seamus: Aye. But something inside me told me I should be 'ere. I think my future had something to do with it.

Marty stares at Seamus for a second, then Chester speaks bringing Marty back to reality.

Chester: He'll come around in a minute.

Marty: C'mon, Doc, c'mon...wake up, now, buddy, c'mon.

Buford: (o.s) Are you in there, Eastwood?

Marty looks out the window. It's a few minutes to 8! Buford's early! Marty then spots him outside yelling into the Saloon.

Buford: It's eight o'clock, and I'm calling you out.

Marty yells through the closed window.

Marty: It's not 8 o'clock yet!

Buford: It is by my watch! Let's settle this once and for all, runt. Or ain't you got the guts?

Marty looks at the photo again. It now says "here Lies Clint Eastwood". Marty gulps.

Marty: Listen. I'm not really feeling up to this today. So I'm gonna have to forfeit!

Cut to outside.

Buford: Forfeit? Forfeit!

He turns to his gang, confused.

Buford: What's that mean?

Gang Member 1: Uh, it means that you win without a fight.

Buford: Without shooting'? Hey, he can't do that! (to Marty) You can't do that! You know what I think? I think you're a gutless yella turd. And I'm giving ya to the count of 10 to come out here and prove I'm wrong. 1!

Cut back to the saloon.

Marty: Doc!! C'mon, sober up, buddy, let's go.

Buford: (o.s) 2!

Old Timer 1: You better get out there son - I got $20 going betting on ya so you can't let me down.

Old Timer 2: I got $30 going betting against you so don't let me down.

Buford: (o.s) 3! 4!

Old Timer 3: You better face up to it son, because if you don't go out there...

Buford: (o.s) 5!

Marty: What? What if I don't go out there?

Eyepatch: You're a coward!

Buford: (o.s) 6!

Toothless: And you'll be branded a coward for the rest of your days!

Old Timer 3: Everybody, everywhere, will say Clint Eastwood is the biggest yeller belly in the west.

Most of the people in the saloon shake their heads in agreement. Outside, Buford looks at his gang. He doesn't know what comes after 6. Gang Member 1 holds up 7 fingers for him.

Buford: 7!

Back in the saloon, a MAN slides a gun to Marty.

Man: Here.

Buford: (o.s) 8!

Marty: I already got a gun.

Marty passes it back.

Buford: (o.s) 9!

Marty stares at everyone. They stare back. Cut to outside.

Buford: 10! You hear me, runt? I said that's 10, you gutless yella pie slinger.