Doc: Unbelievable!
That night, Marty and Doc are back at the cave with a tow truck which they're loading stuff onto.
Doc: You know, when I was a kid I always wanted to be a cowboy. Now, knowing I'll spend my future in the past it sounds like a wonderful way to spend my retirement years. It just occurred to me - since I end up in 1885, perhaps I'm now in the history books. I wonder - could I go to the library and look myself up in the old newspaper archives?
Marty: I don't know, Doc, you're the one whose always saying, you know, it's not too good to know too much about your own destiny.
Doc: You're right, Marty. I know too much already. Better that I not attempt to uncover the circumstances of my own... future. Copernicus! Come home boy!
Marty: I'll get him Doc. Copernicus!
Copernicus, off stage, is whining.
Marty: Come on, let's go home, boy.
Copernicus whines again.
Marty: What's wrong? What's wrong, Copernicus, come on, let's go home. Come on.
Copernicus is standing in front of a gravestone. Marty puts the flashlight onto it, but doesn't notice what the audience can clearly see - "Here Lies Emmett Brown, Died, September 7th, 1885. Erected in eternal memory by his beloved Clara.". Marty walks off, stops, turns back, and reads the writing.
Marty: Doc! Doc! Come here! Quick!
Doc comes over.
Doc: What's wrong, Marty? You look like you've seen a ghost.
Marty: You're not far off, Doc. Look at this.
Doc reads the gravestone and clutches his chest.
Doc: Oh! Great Scott!
Marty: Check this out. (reading) "Died, September 7th, 1885." (to Doc) That's one week after you wrote the letter! (reading) "Erected in eternal memory by his beloved Clara."
Marty stand up.
Marty: Who the hell is Clara??!!
Doc: Marty, please don't stand there!!
Marty: Oh, right, sorry. I gotta get another picture.
Marty takes a picture of the tombstone.
Doc: (reading) "...shot in the back by Buford Tannen over a matter of 80 dollars!" What kind of a future do you call that?
NOVEMBER 15, 1955
In the library, Marty reads through some old newspapers and Doc is searching for more information on September 1885.
Marty: (reading) "Buford Tannen was a notorious gunman whose short temper and a tendency to drool earned him the nickname Mad Dog. He was quick on the trigger and bragged that he had killed 12 men, not including Indians or Chinamen."
Doc: Does it mention me? Am I one of the 12?
Marty: Just a minute. (reading) "However, this claim can not be substantiated since precise records were not kept after Tannen shot a newspaper editor after printing an unfavourable story about him in 1884." That's why we can't find anything.
Doc has found a book of old pictures. He shows Marty one,