Back To The Future, Part III
Doc: (o.s) It's Emmett, Clara.
Clara smiles and opens the door for him.
Clara: Oh, Emmett, won't you come in?
Doc: No...I better not. I...
Clara: What's wrong?
Doc: I've come to say goodbye.
Clara: Goodbye? Well, where ya going?
Doc: I'm going away...and I'm afraid I'll never see you again.
Clara: Emmett...
Doc: Clara, I want you know that I care about you deeply, but I realise that I don't belong here, and I have to go back to where I came from.
Clara: And where might that be?
Doc: I can't tell you.
Clara: Well, wherever you're going, take me with you!
Doc: I can't, Clara. I wish it didn't have to be this way, but just believe me when I say that I'll never forget you and that...I love you.
Clara: I don't understand what you're trying to say.
Doc: Clara, I don't think there's anyway that you can understand it.
Clara: Please, Emmett, please - I have to know. If you sincerely do love me...then tell me the truth.
Doc: All right then. I'm from the future.
Clara looks at him in disbelief.
Doc: (continued) I came here in a time machine that I invented and tomorrow I have to go back to the year 1985.
Clara now has a strange look on her face.
Clara: Yes, Emmett, I do understand.
Doc is relieved she understands, but does she? Maybe not, as Clara slowly walks to him.
Clara: (continued) I understand that because you know I'm partial to the writings of Jules Verne you concocted those mendacity's in order to take advantage of me!
She slaps him on his cheek!
Clara: (continued) Oh, I've heard some whoppers in my day but the fact that you'd expect me to entertain a notion like that is so...insulting and degrading! All you had to say is "I don't love you and I don't want to see you anymore." That at least would've been respectful!
She slams the door in his face. Doc stares after her.
Doc: But that's not the truth!
He knows he's blown it though. Heartbroken, Doc takes the flower from his suit and leaves it on Clara's windowsill. He sadly walks away, as we look through the window to see Clara crying on her bed. We cut to the Saloon. Chester and the 3 Old Timers are there as usual.
Chester: Emmett! What can I get you, the usual?