Ohh! Ohh!

[Groans]

Aaghhh!

[Gunshots]

[Men Whooping]

Aaaah!

[Whinnying] [Gunshots]

[Chickens Clucking] [Men Laughing]

We got ourselves a new courthouse.

- High time we had a hangin'! - [Men Cheering]

[Grunting] Oh... Oh, God. Oh, God.

- Go on, Buford! Hang 'im up! - [Gagging]

[Shouting, Laughing]

[Whooping, Hollering]

Look at him swing! [Laughs]

[Tannen] Yeah! Haven't had a hangin' in a long time.

It'll shoot the fleas off a dog's back at 500 yards, Tannen!

And it's pointed straight at your head!

You owe me money, blacksmith.

How do ya figure? My horse threw a shoe.

Seein' as you was the one that done the shoeing, that makes you responsible.

Since you never paid me for the job, I say that makes us even.

Wrong! See, I was on my horse when it threw the shoe and I got throwed off!

And that caused me to bust a perfectly good bottle of fine Kentucky red-eye.

So, the way I figure it, blacksmith,

you owe me five dollars for the whiskey and $ 75 for the horse.

[Hoarsely] That's the $80. Look!

If your horse threw a shoe, bring him back and I'll reshoe him!

- I done shot that horse! - Well, that's your problem, Tannen!

Wrong! That's yours.

So, from now on, you better be lookin' behind you when you walk.

'Cause one day you're gonna get a bullet in your back.

Hyah!

[Men Shouting, Whooping]

- Doc! - Marty!

I gave you explicit instructions not to come here, but to go directly back to 1985.

I know, Doc, but I had to come.

But it's good to see you, Marty.

You're going to have to do something about those clothes.

You walk around town dressed like that, you're liable to get shot.

Or hanged. What idiot dressed you in that outfit?

You did.