Gang Member 3: No, Monday be fine. You can kill him on Monday.
Buford turns back to Marty.
Buford: I'll be back this way on Monday. We'll settle this then. (pointing) Right there out in the street, in front of the Palace Saloon.
Marty is a little uncomfortable with this.
Marty: Yeah, right, well, when? High noon?
Buford: Noon? I do my killing before breakfast. 7 o'clock!
Marty: 8 o'clock. (more confidently) I do my killing after breakfast.
Doc: (whispering, concerned) Marty, no.
He notices Clara looking at them and smiles at her instead. In the crowd, William McFly (in Maggie's arms) begins to cry. After a long silence, Marshall Strickland arrives with his rifle.
Marshall Strickland: All right now, break it up. What's all this about? You causing trouble here, Tannen?
Buford: No trouble, Marshall. Just a little personal matter between me and Eastwood. This don't concern the law.
Marshall Strickland: Tonight everything concerns the law - now break it up. Any brawling, there's 15 days in the county jail.
He lowers his rifle and talks to the crowd.
Marshall Strickland: Come on, this is a party! Come on, let's have some fun!
The music starts playing again and the dancing resumes. Buford goes to Marty.
Buford: 8 o'clock. Monday. You ain't here, I'll hunt you and shoot you down like a duck.
Gang Member 1: It's dog, Buford. Shoot 'im down like a dog.
Buford is upset that everyone has seen his stupidity.
Buford: Let's go, boys! Let these sissies have their party!
They leave and Doc talks to Marty.
Doc: Marty, what are you doing, saying you're going to meet Tannen??
Marty: Doc, don't worry about it! Monday morning, 8am. We're gonna be gone, right?
Doc: Theoretically, yes, but what if the train's late?
Marty
hasn't thought of this.
Marty: Late??
Clara arrives at Doc's side again.
Doc: We'll discuss this later.
Marty: No, we'll discuss this now - late?
Clara: Thank you for your gallantry, Mr Eastwood.