Marty narrowly escapes being hit by a horse and carriage - stepping in horse "whoopsies" as he does so. Marty stares at his boots, before spotting the Palace Saloon on the future site of Lou's Cafe (1955), Lou's Aerobic Studio (1985) and the Cafe 80's (2015). Marty goes inside. The bartender, CHESTER, is at the counter wiping a glass. Three OLD TIMERS are sitting at a table (they are played by 3 Western film veterans!). They all see Marty and notice his outfit.
Old Timer 1: Take a look at what just breezed in the door.
Old Timer 2: Why, I didn't know the circus was in town!
Old Timer 3: Looks like he got that shirt off a dead Chinese.
They laugh. Marty walks up to Chester.
Chester: What'll it be, stranger?
Marty: Uh...I'll have...uh...ice water.
Old Timer 1: Ice water?
They all laugh again.
Chester: Water? You want water, you better go dunk your head in the horse trough back there. In here, we pour whiskey.
He pours Marty a small glass. Marty just stares at it.
Marty: Excuse me. I'm trying to find a blacksmith.
Buford: (v.o) Hey McFly... thought I done told you never to come in...
As Marty turns around to see who said his name, he sees a mean looking cowboy with a gang of 3 others at the door to the saloon. He doesn't know it yet but is' BIFF'S great grandfather from the "Biff Tannen Museum" video in 1985-A - BUFORD "MAD DOG" TANNEN!
Buford: Hey, you ain't Seamus McFly. You look like him though. 'Specially with that dawg ugly hat.
The gang laugh and Marty rolls his eyes before taking it off.
Buford: You kin to that hay barber? What's your name, dude?
Marty: Uh...Martin..
Just before he says "McFly", he remembers the name he told Seamus and Maggie.
Marty: Eastwood. Clint Eastwood.
Buford: What kind of stupid name is that?
Gang Member 1: I'd say he's the runt of the litter.
Gang Member 2 walks over to Marty and looks at Marty's teeth.
Gang Member 2: Take a look, see these pearly whites! I ain't seen teeth that straight weren't store bought.
Gang Member 3: Take a look at them moccasins. What kind of skins is them? What's that writing mean? (reading the "Nike" on Marty's trainers) Neekay...what is that, some sort of Injun talk or something?
Chester begins pouring out whiskey for Buford, but with a little help from his gun barrel Buford stops him.
Buford: Bartender, I'm looking for that no good cheating blacksmith. You seen him?
Chester: (scared) No, sir, Mr Tannen, I have not.
Marty realises who Buford is now.
Marty: (to himself) Tannen. (to Buford) You're Mad Dog Tannen.
Buford: Mad Dog?
Chester, the Old Timers and everyone else in the saloon hides, except Marty who doesn't know what's going on.
Buford: I hate that name. I hate it, you hear? Nobody calls me Mad Dog! 'Specially not some, duded-up, egg sucking, guttertrash.
Buford shoots at Marty's feet. Marty manages to jump out of the way in time.
Marty: Argh!
Buford: Dance!
He fires at Marty again.
Buford: Come on!
He fires at Marty again, whilst the Gang Members laugh hysterically.
Buford: Come on, runt, you can dance better than that!
So Marty does. He dances - the Moonwalk.
Marty: Uh... uh... Billy Jean is not my lover - whoo!
Marty jumps onto the end of a wooden plank. On the other end are barrels - and they fly through the air, landing on Buford! Very angry, Buford pulls out his gun again and shoots Marty - but luckily for Marty Buford is out of ammo! Marty tries to get out, tripping by the Old Timer's table.
Old Timer 1: You better run, squirrel!
Buford: Y'all get him!!!
Marty climbs over tables and chairs and gets past Buford by swinging over the chandelier. Once back on the ground, he runs out, chased by Buford and his gang, who get on their horses.
Marty: Woah! Woah! Woah! Woah!
Buford and his gang quickly catch up with Marty. Buford lassoes a rope over Marty's neck, dragging him to the Courthouse. Marty knocks into some of the panels on the unfinished building.
Marty: Argh!
The gang fire shots into the air and laugh. Buford starts to "hang" Marty.
Buford: We got ourselves a new courthouse...high time we had a hanging!
Marty: Oh, oh God!
The noose is tightened. Marty puts his hand between his neck and the noose so he won't suffocate. Buford and his gang are laughing loudly. Neither they - nor Marty - see a tall man with a long coat approach them.
Buford: Haven't had a hanging in a long time!
The man gets out a gun. From the hair, we can see it is - DOC BROWN! Doc fires a gun at the rope, and Marty, saved, falls to the ground. Buford and his gang turn to Doc. He's now aiming his gun at them!
Doc: It'll shoot the fleas off a dogs back at 500 yards, Tannen, and its pointed straight at your head!!
Buford slowly rides over to Doc.
Buford: You owe me money, blacksmith.
Doc: How do ya figure?
Buford: My horse threw his shoe. Seeing' you was the one who done the shoeing, I figures you was responsible.
Doc: Well since you never paid me for the job, I say that makes us even!
Buford: Wrong! See I was on my horse when he threw his shoe and I got throwed off. And that just caused me to bust a perfectly good bottle of fine Kentucky Redeye. So the way I figure, blacksmith, you owe me $5 for the whiskey, and $75 for the horse.
Marty realises this adds up to $80 - the amount of money Doc was killed for!
Marty: (to himself, hoarsely) That's eighty dollars!
Doc: Look, if your horse threw his shoe, bring him back and I'll reshoe him!
Buford: But I shot that horse!
Doc: Well that's your problem, Tannen!
Buford: Wrong. That's yours. So from now on, you better be looking behind you when you walk. 'Cause one day you gonna get a bullet in your back. (to his gang) Let's go!
They leave. Marty and Doc are now alone.
Marty: Doc...
