Doc looks at the festival for a few moments - he's very nervous - before turning back to Clara.
Doc: Would you like...uh...would you care to, uh...
Clara: I'd love to.
Doc and Clara start to dance. Cut to Marty, still watching the demonstration. The Colt Gun Salesman turns to Marty.
Colt Gun Salesman: Young man, want to give it a try?
Marty: No, no, thanks.
Marty turns to where Doc was standing earlier.
Marty: Hey Doc, this...
Of course, he notices Doc isn't there. He looks for his friend and spots him on the dance floor with Clara.
Colt Gun Salesman: (to Marty) Son! Sonny boy!
Oblivious to the Colt Gun Salesman, Marty carries on watching the dance.
Marty: The Doc can dance?!
Colt Gun Salesman: Son! Son! Son!
The Colt Gun Salesman nudges Marty's shoulder with the gun, and Marty turns around.
Colt Gun Salesman: Hey! I just told you that even a baby can handle this weapon. Surely you're not afraid to try someth
ing that a baby can do.
Marty: Hey, I'm not afraid of anything.
Colt Gun Salesman: Well then, step right up like a man.
He hands Marty a gun. Marty stands in front of an Old West Diorama - this is where he must shoot. It looks very similar to the Wild Gunman game Marty played (will play?) in the Cafe 80's in 2015.
Colt Gun Salesman: Now, what you do is just ease that hammer back there and squeeze off a round.
Marty points it to the diorama but shaking his head, the Colt Gun Salesman guides Marty's hand into position.
Colt Gun Salesman: No, no, no, right on out there and be real smooth. That's how you do it.
Marty shoots - and misses. Big time. The Colt Gun Salesman starts laughing.
Marty: Hey listen, can I try that again?
Colt Gun Salesman: Sure, go ahead.
The Colt Gun Salesman laughs again. Marty aims the gun, shoots - and hits a direct shot. He repeats this again a few more times. Everyone is amazed.
Colt Gun Salesman: Hey, just tell me one thing. Where'd you learn to shoot like that?
Marty: (seriously) 7 Eleven.
Cut to the entrance of the festival. Buford Tannen and his gang arrive on their horses.
Gang Member 1: Buford, you sure that blacksmith is gonna be at this here shindig?