Cut to a field at night, outside Clara's cabin. Doc and Clara are sat on their horses watching the stars through her telescope.
Clara: And that crater in the middle north-west, out there all by itself like a starburst?
Doc: Uh-huh.
Clara: That one's called Copernicus. (laughing) Listen to me, I feel like I'm teaching school!
Doc: Oh, please, continue your lesson. (laughing) I never found lunar geography so fascinating. You're quite knowledgeable.
Clara: When I was 11, I had diphtheria. I was quarantined for 3 months, so my father bought me this telescope and put it next to my bed so I could see everything out my window. (pauses) Emmett, do you think we'll ever be able to travel to the moon, like we travel across the country on trains?
Doc smiles - he doesn't just think it will happen, he knows!
Doc: Definitely, although not for another 84 years and not on trains. We'll have space vehicles - capsules to sail off in rockets - devices that create giant explosions - explosions that are so powerful that they...
Clara finishes his sentence - she seems to know it from somewhere.
Clara: (continued) ...they break the pull of the Earth's gravity and send their projectile through outer space.
Clara: Emmett, I read that book too. You're quoting Jules Verne, "From The Earth To The Moon".
Doc: You've read Jules Verne?
Clara: I adore Jules Verne.
Doc: So do I. "20,000 Leagues Under The Sea", my absolute favorite. The first time I read that when I was a little boy I wanted to meet Captain Nemo and...
Clara: (laughs) Please, Emmett, you couldn't have read that when you were a little boy, it was only first published 10 years ago.
Doc: (covering) Oh, yes, well - I meant it made me feel like a boy. (he pauses) I never met a woman who liked Jules Verne before.
Clara: I never ever met a man like you before.
They kiss, and a shooting star flies overhead.
Cut to next morning at Doc's workshop. In a scene very similar to the first scene in BTTF1, we pan across to see Doc's inventions and clocks. Eggs and pancakes start cooking as Marty wakes up and gets out of his bed.
Marty: Doc! Doc!
Doc isn't there, so Marty talks to himself.
Marty: I hope you know what you're doing.
Marty spots the gun and its belt. He picks them up and looks in the mirror.
Marty: (a la Robert De Niro from "Taxi Driver") You talking to me? You talking to me, Tannen? (pause) Well I'm the only one here. (a la Clint Eastwood) Go ahead - make my day.
Cut to Courthouse Square. It's later on that day, Marty is now in his usual 1885 clothes. He spots 3 MEN who come up to him.
Man 3: Hey, good morning, Mr Eastwood!
Marty: Morning.
Man 4: Have a cigar, Mr Eastwood. Anything I can do for you today, Mr Eastwood?
Marty: No, no, it's... fine.
MAN 5 rides past in a carriage.
Man 5: Good luck tomorrow, Mr Eastwood! We'll be praying for ya!
Marty: Thanks.
Marty walks past the undertaker's. The UNDERTAKER stops him.
Undertaker: Good morning, Mr Eastwood. Interest you in a new suit for tomorrow?
Marty: Ah, I'm...I'm fine. Thanks.
Marty sees Doc a small distance away. Doc is sniffing a flower in his jacket. Marty goes to Doc.
Marty: Doc, what are you doing?
Doc: Oh, nothing. Just out enjoying the morning air. It's really lovely here in the morning, don't you think?
Marty: Yeah, it's lovely Doc. Listen, we gotta load the DeLorean, we gotta get ready to roll, all right? - hey, look at that, the tombstone.
Marty has spotted new craved tombstones outside a shop. One of them looks very familiar.
Doc: Marty, let me see that photograph again.
Marty gives it to him and Doc walks to the tombstones.
Doc: My name...it's vanished.
Marty: Hey, that's great Doc! Don't you get it - we're going back to the future tomorrow, so everything's being erased!
Doc: But only my name is erased! The tombstone itself and the date still remain. That doesn't make sense. We know that this photograph represents what will happen if the events of today continue to run their course into tomorrow.
Marty: Right and so?
The undertaker reappears suddenly and measures the distance from Marty's shoulder to his feet.
Undertaker: Excuse me, Mr Eastwood, I just need to take your measurement.
Marty: Hey, look, pal, I don't want to buy a suit!