Back To The Future, Part III

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 someth

ing 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?