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.
Marty tries to be modest.
Marty: No, hey, ma'am.
Clara: Had you not interceded, Emmett might have been shot!
Doc: Marty - (covering) uh, Clint, I'm going to take Clara home.
Two MEN at the party pull Marty to them before he can respond to Doc.
Man 1: You sure set him straight, Mr Eastwood. I'm glad somebody finally got the gumption to stand up to that son of a bitch.
Man 2: You're all right in my book, Mr Eastwood. I'd like to buy you a drink.
Marty: Hey, look, I don't want a drink. It was no big deal.
There is a tap on Marty's shoulder. It's the Colt Gun Salesman. He's holding a Colt Peacemaker and a gun belt.
Colt Gun Salesman: Young man, young man. I'd like you to have this brand new Colt Peacemaker and gun belt, free of charge!
Marty takes them.
Marty: Free?
Colt Gun Salesman: I want everybody to know that the gun that shot Buford Tannen was a Colt Peacemaker.
Marty: Hey, hey, thanks.
Colt Gun Salesman: Of course, you understand that if you lose - I'm taking it back.
The Colt Gun Salesman smiles as he walks off. Marty tries to think of something to say.
Marty: Thanks again.
Marty walks off and meets up with Seamus and Maggie. The three walk together. During the following Marty has a "I don't really need this" look on his face.
Seamus: You had him, Mr Eastwood! You could have just walked away, and nobody would of thought the less of ya for it. All it would have been was words - hot air from a buffoon. Instead you let him rile ya - rile ya into playing his game, his way, playing his rules.
Marty: Seamus, relax, I know what I'm doing.
Maggie: He reminds me of poor Martin.
Seamus: Aye.
Marty: Who?
Seamus: Me brother.
Marty is amazed - there's another Martin McFly? (Note: before Marty ever went back in time, he may have been named after Seamus' brother).
Marty: Wait a minute - you have a brother named Martin McFly?
Seamus: Had a brother. Martin used to let men provoke him into fighting. He was concerned people would think him a coward if he refused. That's how he got a bowie knife shoved through his belly in a saloon in Virginia City. Never considered the future, poor Martin. God rest his soul.
Seamus walks off. Maggie turns to Marty.
Maggie: Sure hope you're considering the future, Mr Eastwood.
She follows her husband. Marty looks after them.