Back To The Future, Part III

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.

Buford: (being a bit of a smart ass) Smile, Marshall. After all, this is a party.

Marshall Strickland: The only party I'll be smiling at is the one that sees you at the end of a rope.

Buford and Marshall Strickland glare at each other before the Marshall lowers his gun. Buford and his gang are allowed in.

Deputy Marshall: Have fun!

A young boy is now seen next to Marshall Strickland. He's the Marshall's SON - the future father of Mr Strickland.

Marshall Strickland: That's how you handle them son, never give them an inch. Maintain discipline at all times. Remember that word. Discipline.

Son: I will, Pa.

Cut to the dance. At the table, Marty is eating some pie when Seamus, Maggie and William walk past him.

Seamus: Why, Mr Eastwood. Nice to see ya. I see you got yourself some respectable clothes, lad. And a fine hat.

Marty: Yeah, well, a couple other people didn't like the way the other one looked on me.

Maggie: Sure that one suits you Mr Eastwood. Very good for you.

Marty: Uh, thanks.