Scene 1- Hill Valley, CA, November 12, 1955.

(It is 10:03 p.m. We are at the clock tower. Doc slides down the wire and connects the wires)

Marty and Annie: Doc!

(The lightning bolt hits the clock tower and the other Marty and Annie zap back to 1985. Doc runs downs the pair of fire trails and yells happily. Doc goes over to his Packard and Marty runs over to him)

Marty: (He grabs Doc and turns him around) Doc! (Doc shrieks obviously frightened) Doc, calm down! It's me, Marty!

Doc: (still frightened) No, it can't be you! I just sent you back to the future!

Marty: Yeah, yeah you did, Doc but I'm back. I'm back from the future.

Doc: Great Scott!

(Doc faints. Marty picks him up and drags him into Doc's Packard. He drive off for Doc's mansion where he drags him into the house)

Scene 2- Doc's house. Marty is sound asleep in one of the chairs, the hover board beneath his feet. Doc is passed out on the couch. Suddenly, Doc's television roars to live.

Announcer: What time is it, kids?

Kids: Howdy dowdy time!

Doc: (wakes up with a start) Great Scott! (He goes over to the television knocking the hover board out from underneath Marty's feet) Howdy dowdy time? (He turns off the television and goes over to his tape recorder. He talks into it) Date, Sunday, November 13th, 1955 7:01 a.m. Last night's time travel experiment was apparently a complete success. Lightning struck the clock tower at precisely 10:04 pm sending the necessary 1.21 jig watts into the time vehicle, which vanished in a brilliant flash of light leaving a pair of fire trails behind. I therefore assumed that Marty and the time vehicle were transported forward through time into the year 1985. After that...after that...I can't recall what happened. I don't even remember how I got home! Perhaps the jig watt discharge coupled with the temporal displacement field generated by the time vehicle caused a disruption of my own brain waves resulting in a condition of temporary amnesia. Indeed I now recall the moments after the time vehicle disappeared...into the future... I saw a vision of Marty saying "I've come back from the future." But, that can't be possible….

Marty: Hey, Doc?

(Doc turns around, sees Marty, screams, trips over the hover board and leans up against the organ)

Marty: Doc, calm down. It's me, Marty!

Doc: (He plays a few notes on the organ) No, it can't be you! I sent you back to the future!

Marty: I know that, Doc but I told you last night that I came back from the future! Don't you remember? You fainted and I brought you home!

Doc: (retreats into the bathroom) It doesn't make sense how you are here!

Marty: Doc, yes it does! You see; you-that is you from 1985, went to 2009 and picked up the Unsolved Crime and Open Case Squad or UCOS for short and then; you-that is you from 1985, UCOS and I had to come back here to get a future book back from Biff. Then, you-that is you from 1985-and UCOS were in the De Lorean and you guys were sent to 1885!

Doc: 1885? (opens the bathroom door and stares at Marty) It's a very interesting story, Marty but there is something that doesn't quite make sense. If the me of the future and a crime solving team from the future are now in the past, how could you possibly know about it?

Marty: That's simple, Doc. You sent me a letter.

Doc: (He takes the letter and reads it aloud. We are now in his garage.) 'Dear Marty and Annie, if my calculations and Timmy's forth dimensional sense are correct, you should receive this letter right after you two saw the De Lorean struck by lightning. First, let me assure you that we are alive and well. We've been living happily these past few months in the year 1885. The lightning bolt that struck the De Lorean caused a jig watt overload which scrambled the time circuits, activated the flux capacitor, and sent us back to 1885. The overload shorted out the time circuits and destroyed the flying circuits. Unfortunately, the car will never fly again.' (He stops reading.) It actually flew?

Marty: Well, yeah. You had a hover conversion done when you were in the early twenty-first century.

Annie: It was pretty cool.

Doc: And can you tell me more about this Timmy?

Marty: Well, you see, Timmy is a nine year old boy from the year 2001. You went there to see the future of Terrance Turner, your nephew back in 1985.

Annie: But, he is a lot like you, Doc. And we mean a lot.

Doc: Incredible! (He keeps reading.) 'I set myself up as a blacksmith as a front while I attempted to repair the damage to the time circuits. Unfortunately, this proved impossible because suitable replacement parts will not be invented until 1947. However, I've gotten quite adept at shoeing horses and fixing wagons!' (He stops reading.) 1885! Imagine I actually end up as a blacksmith in the Old West!

Marty: Pretty heavy, huh?

Annie: Must be the ideal retirement for you, huh Doc?

Doc: Indeed! But, what about Timmy? (He keeps reading.) 'Don't worry about Timmy. He has become involved in school and loves being around someone who actually cares about him besides Cosmo and Wanda.' (He stops reading.) Cosmo and Wanda?

Marty: It's a long story.

Annie: I am just glad that Timmy has someone else that loves him.

Doc: (He thinks.) 'The poor kid.' (He keeps reading.) 'I have buried the De Lorean in the Delgado mine adjacent to the old Boot Hill Cemetery as shown on the enclosed map. Hopefully it will remain undisturbed and preserved until you uncover it in 1955. Inside, you will find repair instructions. My 1955 counterpart should have no problem repairing it so you can drive it back to the future. Once you have returned to 1985, destroy the time machine.' (He stops reading and looks at Marty and Annie, confused.) Destroy it?

Marty: It's a long story Doc.

Annie: But, the short version of it is that you've found out that it causes too many paradox situations.

Doc: Interesting. But, what about…..? (He continues to read.) 'Timmy and I have come to an agreement. We want you to do not, I repeat, do not attempt to come back here to get us. We are perfectly happy living in the fresh air and wide open spaces, and we fear that unnecessary time travel only risks further disruption of the space-time continuum. Timmy and I are quite happy here together. And please take care of Einstein for me.' (He looks up.) Einstein?

Marty: He's your dog, Doc.

Annie: Einstein is what you call your dog in 1985.

Doc: (He shakes his head and continues to read.) 'And so Marty and Annie, I wish you both God speed. Timmy says that he wishes that Cosmo and Wanda could grant that wish. But, you both have been good, kind, and caring friends to us and I will treasure all of our times together and think upon you both with warm feelings and a special place in our hearts. Take care of each other and I hope you both have a great future together. Your friends in time, Doctor 'Doc' Emmet L. Brown and Timothy "Timmy" T. Turner. September 1, 1885.' (He has a tear in his eyes as he stops reading.) I never knew I could anything so touching. And Timmy has quite the sense of humor.

Marty: We know Doc. Timmy's a lot like Annie.

Annie: And the letter is beautiful.

(Copernicus whines.)

Doc: Oh, it's alright Copernicus. Everything will be okay.

Marty: I'm so sorry, Doc. It's my fault that you and Timmy are stuck back there. I should've never let Biff get to me.

Annie: Stop beating yourself up, Marty. At least we know Doc and Timmy okay and happy. Isn't that enough?

Doc: Besides, there are worse places to be than the Old West. We could've ended up in the Dark Ages but they probably would burn me at the stake for having a weird hairdresser. (He checks the map.) Now, according to this map the De Lorean is sealed off in a side tunnel. We may have to blast.

November 15, 1955

4:35 p.m.

(We at Boot Hill Cemetery. Doc blasts open the entrance to the mine.)

Marty: I think you woke up the dead with that blast.

Annie: I know I'm wake now.

Doc: (He gives them a camera.) Take this camera. I want to document everything!

Marty: (He gives the camera to Annie.) You take better pictures than I do. You remember that party we went to that one year and Mike entrusted me with the camera?

Annie: Oh, yeah. You kept cutting off heads and shooting feet.

Doc: (They go into the mine.) You know, once I tried to get to the center of the Earth after reading a book by Jules Verne, my favorite author. That's when I realized I wanted to my life to involve science.

Annie: Not me. Medicine is more my passion. After I had lost my mom to a strange disease when I was twelve, I decided to help others in need who can't afford it.

Marty: As for me, I want to be a rock star or a top music agent. As long as it involves music, I'll be involved. I wonder what Timmy wanted to be…. (He sees Doc's initials.) Whoa, here it is Doc!

Doc: (He sees the initials.) My initials! Just like in 'The Journey to the Center of the Earth'!

Annie: (She points the camera at it.) Say cheese.

(Annie takes a picture of the wall. The three of them start to dig and punch through to the De Lorean.)

Doc: There it is. It's been here for seventy years, undisturbed. Amazing.

Annie: (She points the camera at it.) Sorry, this I've got to take a picture of for my scrapbook!

(Annie takes a picture of the De Lorean. Marty takes out the instructions.)

Marty: (He reads aloud.) 'As you can see, the lightning bolt fried the time circuit microchip. The attach schema…'

Doc: Schematics.

Marty: Schematics. (He picks up where he left off.) 'Will show you the appropriate parts to find a replacement unit.'

Annie: Imagine that little chip caused so much trouble.

Doc: (He examines the chip.) No wonder this unit failed. It says made in Japan.

Marty: What are you talking about, Doc? Japan makes the best stuff.

Annie: Marty's right, Doc.

Doc: Unbelievable. (They get the De Lorean out of the mine and see that it is late in the evening.) I wonder since Timmy and I have spent significant amount of time in 1885 I wonder if we've made the history books. I wonder…could I go to the library and look us up?

Marty: I don't know about that, Doc.

Annie: Yeah, you're the one who is always saying that one man shouldn't know too much of their own destinies.

Doc: You're right about that, Annie. I know too much already. (He turns towards the cemetery.) Copernicus, come on boy.

Marty: (Copernicus doesn't come.) We'll get him, Doc. Copernicus, let's go.

Annie: (Copernicus is by a grave that reads, 'In Loving Memory of Emmet L. Brown'.) Come on, boy. (She glances at the gravestone as does Marty.) Let's go home.

(They both take Copernicus and come back and see the gravestone.)

Marty and Annie: Doc! Come here, quick!

Doc: (He runs over.) Marty, Annie what's wrong? You two look like you've seen a ghost.

Marty: You're not far off, Doc.

Annie: Take a look.

Doc: (He comes over and sees the gravestone.) Great Scott!

Marty: Listen to this: (He reads) 'Died September 7, 1885'. That's one week after you and Timmy wrote the letter!

Annie: (Doc grabs his chest. She reads the inscription.) 'Erected in loving memory by his beloved Clara and nephew Timmy'. (She and Marty get up.) Okay, Timmy I understand but who the hell is Clara?

Doc: Marty, Annie don't stand there!

Marty: (They look down and see that they are standing on the grave.) Ah!

Annie: (She and Marty stand back. She points her camera at it.) I've got to get a picture of this.

Doc: (He reads the other inscription.) 'Shot in the back by Buford Tannen over a matter of eighty dollars'. (He freaks out.) What kind of a future do you call that?

Annie: A crappy one. (Marty and Doc shot her a look.) What?