CLOSE ON NIKE SHOES runn ing … then slowing to a stop.
WIDEN
Marty has arrived in town. He looks around with amazemen t
Hill Valley 1888 is a typical western Dwn … yet e.ren now bears a little resemblance to the town
Marty’s familiar with.
The town is built around a grassy square, where a flagpoB fl ies the Stars and Stipes (38
stars). The steets are, of course, di’t and mud. Where there’s a sidewalk, ifs wooden.
The COURTHOUSE is just starting construction; 1here are the MARBLE PILLARS, and some
very rough framing.
There’s a SALOON (roughly in the location that the cafe wi t be): a BLACKSMITH, STABLES,
a HOTEL, a GENERAL STORE, a BARBER SHOP, a WELLS FARGO o ffice and a BANK.
The MARSHAL’S OFFICE: A sign on the door reads: ·c LOSED: GONE FISHING.”
There is PEDESTRIAN traffio, CARRIAGE tra ffic, MEN and BOYS on HORSES, and a number
of CHINESE.
Some of them give Marty looks: his clothes don’t go unnoticed.
Suddenly,a MAN runs through the steet, yelling.
MAN
He’s com in’! He’s co min’!
Immediately, people dear the s treet, running into buildings, or running a round the corner.
Shopkeepers slam their doors and windows.
Marty stands in the m iddle of the s treet , bewildered. Is all of this panic because of him?
Behind Marty, 4 HORSEMEN, all rough looking c haracte rs, come thundering down the stree t.
They halt just a few feet behind Marty and draw pistols.
BLACK BIFF
Whatcha doin’ in my street, runt?
Marty tums and faces the men.
MARTY
Huh?
It’s BUFORD ·sLACK BI FF'” TANNEN: jet black hair and beard, and mean eyes, j ust l ike the
pictu re we saw in the documentary.
He’s accompanied by 3 cronies, STUBBLE, CEEGAR and BUCK.
BLACK BIFF
I charge cash money for any egg suckin’tinhorngutter trash
standin’ in !!!Y street when I come to town. How much you
got?
MARTY
Uh, noth ing …
BLACK BIFF
Nothin’? Buck: check his t eeth for gold or si lver.
BUCK dismounts and examines MartyS tee th.
BUCK
Well, lookee a t these pear1y whites! I a in’t never seed teeth
this straight what warn’ t store bought. Nothin’ here, Buford.
BLACK BIFF
What’s that on his shoes? Some kinda injun writin’?
BUCK
It says “Nee- Kay.”
BLACK BIFF
Well, shor ty, why don’t you show us how good them fancy ass
shoes are for dancin’.
MARTY
Huh?
BLACK BIFF
I said, DANCE!
Black Biff fi res a shot right in front of Marty’s feet._ then another.
Mar ty starts dancing – first a few hops, to the delight o f Bff and the boys … 1hen Mar ty goes
into a Michael Jackson style moonwa lk, as he mumb les the lyrics to “‘Billie Jean.,.
Biff and fle guys trade looks a t this bizar re st ~e of dancng.
Marty suddenly twirts around w~h a jump and a yell. The sudden act ion SPOOKS BIFF’S
HORSE who neighs and bucks, throwing Biff into so me MANU RE in the street.
Black Biff looks at the dung on h im. He looks at Marty with fire in his eyes – his expression is
almost psychotic.
Biff’s cronies tense up. There’s gong to be some ser ious touble.
Marty knows it, too, but he’s too pe trified to run. Biff gets to his feet.
BLACK BIFF
Buck: gimme a rope.
Buck throws him a coi l of rope.
MARTY
What are you gonna do?
BLACK BIFF
I’m gonna make you taller, shorty.
Black Biff flrows the rope around Mar ty’s neck, jumps on his horse, and starts o ff down the
s treet.
Marty runs behind him, t rying to keep up while trying to get the noose o ff his neck, b ut he can’t
run fast enough. He stumbles, and is dragged around fle square. Black Biff laughs and yeas,
and his boys do likewise.
Townspeople come out to see what’s going on.
Black Biff guides his horse into 1he grassy square.
He throws the rope over an overhangng tree branch and pulls.
Mar ty struggles, but he can’t free himself. He’s pulled to his feet, and then up o ff the ground, aD
the t ime grabbing at the rope to keep from choking.
Black Biff and gang are laughing, having a great time watching Marty stuggle.
Suddenly, another SHOT RINGS OUT and the rop e above Marty is severed!
Mar ty fal s to the ground.
Black Biff and gang turn in th e direction o f the shot.
DOC BROWN is holdng a WINCHESTER repeater modified w~h a TELESCOPIC SIGHT that
looks like something out o f Jules Verne. His hair is slicked down and he’s wearing the garb o f
a western BLACKSMITH.
DOC
It’D shoot the fleas off a dog at 500 yards, Tannen.
MARTY
Doc!
BLACK BIFF
Well, we A, if it ain’t the blacksm ith. I wasn’ t expectin’ to settle
my score with you tiA tomorrow.
DOC
The only thing we have D settle is that you leave him alone
and get out1a here.
BLACK BIFF
I don’t see where you ‘re in any posit ion to be te Bin’ me
anything. Boys …
Biffs guys a II draw t heir guns on Doc.
BLACK BIFF
3 guns against 1. And I h aven’t even drawn yet. The odds
ain’t exactly in your favor, bBcksmith.
We hear the sound o f SHOTGUNS COCKNG.
CLARA (O.S.)
3 against two Tannen …
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