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GHOSTBUSTERS
Final Film Transcript
original script by Dan Aykroyd and Harold Ramis
transcribed by MrMichaelT

The classic Columbia Pictures torch lady logo screen starts off the movie.

The scene opened outside of the New York City Public Library with the camera's point of view looking up at the exterior of the building. It was the afternoon. A scaffolding was present on the right end. The camera drifted down on one of the lion statues. The score was foreboding. Pigeons flew off the steps. People entered and exited the library amid a cleaning project going up the stairs. Pigeons landed on a lion statue's head.

Alice, an elderly librarian, pushed a cart of books across the South wing of the Main Reading Room. She paused and took a stack of books off an empty table. Patrons walked past and behind her.  She placed the books on the lower level of the cart then continued on. A patron walked across the room. She took those books downstairs into the basement's stacks. She looked up at shelves, took a left into an aisle, scanned the shelves, looked left, and mentally counted then stopped and put the books away. A few books floated from one bookcase to the bookcase on the other side. Alice looked up to her left but didn't see anything. She continued down the aisle and went right. A short time later, Alice paused at a work station and wrote down notes on a clipboard. She picked up the clipboard and walked on. She passed by a card catalog. Several drawers opened on their own and cards shot out all over the area. Alice paused, turned around, screamed and ran, dodged drawers, and hurried through the stacks. She went left, left again, another left, turned and looked briefly, then kept running. She turned right, stopped, turned, and went left instead. She turned right, stopped, and came face to face with a ghost, who was off screen, that transmogrified. Alice screamed and her hair was blown back.

The Ghostbusters' No-Ghost logo dissolved onto the screen while some of the "Ghostbusters" song by Ray Parker, Jr. played. The complete logo appeared. The title appeared on screen. Day. The camera was on the point of view behind the Alma Mater statue at the Low Memorial Library on Columbia University campus. People entered and exited the Weaver Hall building. The Department of Psychology was housed in the building.

Inside Weaver Hall was an area known as the Paranormal Studies Laboratory. Dr. Peter Venkman was inside conducting an ESP experiment with volunteers. On the laboratory's glass door were "Dr. Egon Spengler Dr. Raymond Stantz Dr. Peter Venkman" but someone used red lipstick to write "Venkman burn in hell" over the names. A door knob hanger rested on the knob and read, "Maid please make up this room as soon as possible."

PETER VENKMAN: All right. I'm gonna to turn over the next card. I want you to concentrate. I want you to tell me what you think it is."

Peter sat on one side of a table. A Male Student and Jennifer sat on the other side. They were wired to electrodes of an electro shock generator that laid in the middle of the table. He held up the back of a Zener card to them. The card was a star. The male student pressed his left ring and middle fingers to the side of his head and guessed.

MALE STUDENT: Square.

PETER VENKMAN: Good guess. But wrong

He revealed the card to them and shocked him. Jennifer was squeamish. Peter turned to Jennifer and smiled.

PETER VENKMAN: Clear your head.

She smiled. He held up the next card. It was a circle.

PETER VENKMAN: All right. Tell me what you think it is.

The male student watched her.

JENNIFER: Is it a star?

Peter lied and pretended to be amazed.

PETER: It is a star. Very good. That's great.

She was ecstatic. He held up a card for the male student.

PETER: Okay. All right. Think hard. What is it?

MALE STUDENT: Circle.

PETER VENKMAN: Ooh. Close. But definitely wrong.

Peter revealed a square then shocked him. Pink gum shot out of his mouth. He grabbed it off the table, put it back in his mouth, and continued chewing. Peter jotted down a note.

PETER VENKMAN: Okay. All right. Ready?

JENNIFER: Yeah.

PETER VENKMAN: All right.

Peter held up the next card for Jennifer. It was a plus sign. He pressed the eraser end of a pencil on the side of his head and smiled

PETER VENKMAN: What is it?

Jennifer stared at the back of the card.

PETER VENKMAN: Come on.

JENNIFER: Figure eight.

Peter pretended to be surprised again.

PETER VENKMAN: Incredible. That's five for five. You can't see these, can you?

Peter moved the card around and squinted. The male student tried looking from her vantage point. Jennifer smiled.

JENNIFER: No, no.

PETER VENKMAN: You're not cheating me, are you?

JENNIFER: No, I swear, they're just coming to me.

Peter turned to the male student

PETER VENKMAN: Okay.

The male student grabbed at his collar.

PETER VENKMAN: Nervous?

MALE STUDENT: Yes. I don't like this.

PETER VENKMAN: You only have 75 more to go, okay?

He held up the next card. It had three vertically ordered wavy lines.

PETER VENKMAN: What's this one?

The male student gestured then guessed.

MALE STUDENT: It's a couple of wavy lines.

PETER VENKMAN: Sorry. This isn't your lucky day.

MALE STUDENT: I know. I – Um...

Peter reached for the lever.

MALE STUDENT: Wait... um...

Jennifer looked amused by the tension. Peter winked at her. The male student stuttered. Peter electrocuted him. The male student got agitated.

MALE STUDENT: I'm getting a little tired of this!

PETER VENKMAN: You volunteered, didn't you? We're paying you, aren't we?

MALE STUDENT: Yeah, but I didn't know you were gonna be giving me electric shocks! What are you trying to prove here, anyway?

Peter pressed his hands together.

PETER VENKMAN: I'm studying the effect of negative reinforcement on ESP ability.

The male student became irate.

MALE STUDENT: The effect? I'll tell you what the effect is. It's pissing me off!

Peter stood.

PETER VENKMAN: Well, then maybe my theory is correct!

The male student ripped the electrodes off his hands.

MALE STUDENT: You can keep the five bucks. I've had it.

He stormed out of the room and slammed the door.

PETER VENKMAN: I will mister!

Peter changed his demeanor as he sat next to Jennifer.

PETER VENKMAN: You may as well get used to that. It's the kind of resentment that your ability is going to provoke in some people.

JENNIFER: Do you think I have it, Dr. Venkman?

PETER VENKMAN: You're no fluke, Jennifer.

Dr. Ray Stantz entered the room excited about something, nearly killing the mood Peter had created. RAY STANTZ: This is it! This is definitely it!

Ray grabbed a camcorder off a table near Peter.

RAY STANTZ: Did those UV lenses come in for the video camera? And that blank tape, I need it, the one you erased yesterday.

Ray gathered equipment and bags from a shelf. Peter turned to Jennifer.

PETER VENKMAN: Will you excuse me for a second?

JENNIFER: Sure.

Peter crept over to Ray, hopped off the floor, and cartoonishly slapped him on the head.

PETER: I'm right in the middle of something, Ray!

He was standing, pretending to be talking normally to Ray by the time Jennifer peaked over.

PETER VENKMAN: Ah, I need a little more time with this subject. Could you come back in an hour, hour and a half?

RAY STANTZ: Peter, at 1:40 p.m. at the main branch of the New York Public Library on Fifth Avenue, ten people witnessed a free-floating, full-torso, vaporous apparition. It blew books off shelves from 20 feet away and
scared the socks off some poor librarian.

Peter, uninterested, tried to handle him.

PETER VENKMAN: I'm very excited. I'm very pleased. I want you to get right down there, check it out and get back to me.

Ray shook his head.

RAY STANTZ: No, no. No, Peter, you're coming with us on this one. Spengler went down there. He took PKE valances, went right off the top of the scale. Buried the needle. We're close on this one. I can feel it.

He walked past Peter. Peter repeated to himself.

PETER VENKMAN: I can feel it. We're very, very close.

He sat back down next to Jennifer.

PETER VENKMAN: I have to go now, Jennifer, but I'd like to work with you some more. Perhaps you could come back this evening, say at...?

JENNIFER: Eight o'clock?

Peter, still pretended astonishment.

PETER VENKMAN: I was just about to say "8:00?" You are a legitimate phenomenon.

She giggled.

Peter and Ray briskly walked up the stairs to the New York Public Library. It appeared Peter was talking Ray's ear off the whole time from Columbia to the library.

PETER VENKMAN: As a friend, I have to tell you... you've finally gone around the bend on this ghost business. You guys have been running your ass off meeting and greeting every schizo in the five boroughs who says he has a paranormal experience. What have you seen?

They entered the South Wing of the Main Reading Room from the Southern side doorway to the Art and Architecture Reading Room.

RAY STANTZ: Of course you forget, Peter, I was present at an undersea, unexplained mass sponge migration.

Peter was unmoved and probably heard that story for the umpteenth time. He groaned.

PETER VENKMAN: Oh, Ray, the sponges migrated about a foot and a half.

They slowly converged on Dr. Egon Spengler. Egon sat on the floor next to a table listening with his stethoscope which he was holding under the table. Peter noticed Egon and sneaked over then talked in a faux zombie voice.

PETER VENKMAN: Egon...

Egon perked up. Peter rapped the table with his knuckles then slammed a blue hardcover book down. Egon was startled and jumped. He finally noticed Peter and Ray. Over at the librarian's desk, an employee and Roger Delacorte, a library administrator, looked over at the trio.

EGON SPENGLER: Oh, you're here.

PETER VENKMAN: Yeah, what have you got?

EGON SPENGLER: This is big, Peter, this is very big. There is definitely something here.

Peter smiled and shook his finger.

PETER VENKMAN: Egon, this reminds me of the time you tried to drill a hole through your head. You remember that?

EGON SPENGLER: That would have worked if you hadn't stopped me.

Roger walked up behind them and introduced himself.

ROGER DELACORTE: I'm Roger Delacorte. Are you the men from the university?

Peter took the lead

PETER VENKMAN: Yes. I'm Dr. Venkman. Dr. Stantz. Egon.

Roger shook Peter's hand then Ray's, and Egon nodded once at him.

ROGER DELACORTE: Thank you for coming. I hope we can clear this up quickly and quietly.

PETER VENKMAN: Let's not rush things. We don't even know what you have yet.

Roger, Peter, Egon, and Ray went into the office dividing the north and south wings of the Reading Room. Alice was lying on a table in shock. A man comforted her.

ALICE: I don't remember seeing any legs, but it definitely had arms because it reached out for me.

Ray, held the camcorder on her and Peter. Ray got more excited, oblivious of Alice being traumatized.

RAY STANTZ: Arms? I can't wait to get a look at this thing.

Peter sat near Alice.

PETER VENKMAN: Alice, I'm going to ask you a couple of standard questions, okay? Have you or any of your family... ever been diagnosed schizophrenic, mentally incompetent?

ALICE: My uncle thought he was St. Jerome.

Peter made a face.

PETER VENKMAN: I'd call that a big yes. Uh, are you habitually using drugs, stimulants, alcohol? ALICE: No.

PETER VENKMAN: No, no. Just asking. Are you, Alice, menstruating right now?

ROGER DELACORTE: What has that got to do with it?

PETER VENKMAN: Back off, man. I'm a scientist.

Egon entered the office and interceded.

EGON SPENGLER: Ray, it's moving. Come on.

Egon came down the stairs to the basement stacks first and had out his P.K.E. Meter. Ray was close behind him with the camcorder. Egon was serious and focused. Peter came down last, lacking any interest and rolling his eyes. He started to make scary hand gestures at Ray. They found an incredibly tall stack of books in an aisle.

RAY STANTZ: Look!

Egon swept his P.K.E. Meter around the stack.

EGON SPENGLER: This is hot, Ray.

RAY STANTZ: Symmetrical book-stacking. Just like the Philadelphia mass turbulence of 1947.

PETER VENKMAN: You're right. No human being would stack books like this.

Ray suddenly turned.

RAY STANTZ: Listen!

The score shifted to an eerie piano tune.

RAY STANTZ: Do you smell something?

Peter sniffed the air. They came across the card catalog that Alice ran away from. Cards were still all over the place. Clear ectoplasm was strewn all about.

RAY STANTZ: Talk about telekinetic activity. Look at this mess.

Egon zeroed in on the Ectoplasm.

EGON SPENGLER: Raymond, look at this.

Ray finally noticed.

RAY STANTZ: Ectoplasmic residue.

Egon held out a plastic petri dish.

EGON SPENGLER: Venkman, get a sample of this.

Ray slowly backed away and followed Egon.

RAY STANTZ: It's the real thing.

PETER VENKMAN: Somebody blows their nose and you want to keep it?

EGON SPENGLER: I'd like to analyze it."

Peter scraped Ectoplasm from a drawer into the petri dish. Around the corner, Ray spoke.

RAY STANTZ: There's more over here.

EGON SPENGLER: I'm getting stronger readings here. This way.

It was not working for Peter and some of the residue got on his hands. Peter groaned and grunted. He tried to flick it away. Some got on his face.

RAY STANTZ: Come on.

PETER VENKMAN. Uh! Oh!

He started slapping books and wiping random book spines. He stepped on some slimed cards.

PETER VENKMAN: Dah!

He lifted his foot and tried to shake the cards off. They turned another corner. Peter caught up and handed Egon the petri dish.

PETER VENKMAN: Egon, your mucus.

A green wood bookcase creaked and suddenly fell down face first behind them onto the floor. Peter yelped and hopped back a little. They all stared at the bookcase. As the dust kicked up in the air, Peter calmly turned to
Ray.

PETER VENKMAN: This happen to you before?

Ray slowly shook his head 'no' to Peter.

PETER VENKMAN: Oh. First time?

Ray slowly nodded 'yes' and they continued on. They emerged from the aisle. The P.K.E. Meter lit up. They went down the next aisle. The arms on the P.K.E. Meter rose up and Egon held out his hand to the others to stop. He stepped out of the aisle, swept around to his left then turned right, and paused in surprise at what he saw. It was the Library ghost. She was looking at a spinner rack.

EGON SPENGLER: It's here.

Ray was excited and spoke as softly as he could.

RAY STANTZ: A full torso apparition. And it's real.

The ghost began reading a book.

PETER VENKMAN: So what do we do?

Egon and Ray were silent and looked at each other. Peter rolled his eyes.

PETER VENKMAN: Could you come over here and talk to me for a second, please?

He pulled Ray by the ear into an aisle. The ghost looked over at them.

PETER VENKMAN: Could you just come over here and talk to me for a second, please? Right over here. Come here, Francine. Come here. What do we do?

RAY STANTZ: I don't know. [turned to Egon] What do you think?

Egon took out a calculator and started typing.

PETER VENKMAN: Stop that!

Peter knocked it out of his hands. It tattered on the floor.

RAY STANTZ: We've got to make contact. One of us should actually try to speak to it.

EGON SPENGLER: Good idea.

They both looked at Peter. Peter huffed over the silent vote. He walked out of the aisle. Egon took over the camcorder. Ray followed and quickly snapped photographs with the Nikon SLR FE2 Camera.

PETER VENKMAN: Hello. I'm Peter. Where are you from? [He paused and clarified] Originally.

LIBRARY GHOST: Ssh.

Peter returned to the aisle, corralling Ray and Egon with him.

PETER VENKMAN: All right. Okay. The usual stuff isn't working.

RAY STANTZ: Okay, I have a plan. I know exactly what to do. Now, stay close. Stay close. I know. Do exactly as I say.

They inched back out and slowly moved closer.

RAY STANTZ: Get ready. Ready? Get her!

The ghost transmogrified into a monstrous form and screamed at them.

LIBRARY GHOST: Rah!

They cried out and Ray and Egon backed away almost in unison. The tune from the soundtrack's "Cleanin' Up The Town" played.

Ray, Egon, and Peter hurried outside and down the stairs outside. Pigeons flew away. Roger came out the door after them.

ROGER DELACORTE: Did you see it? What was it?

PETER VENKMAN: We'll get back to you!

ROGER DELACORTE: Wait!

Roger stopped in disbelief. People looked at them as they ran away.

Peter, Ray, and Egon had returned to Columbia University and walked through campus alongside the Low Library. Peter laughed.

PETER VENKMAN: Hee, hee, hee! "Get her." That was your whole plan. Get her. It was scientific.

RAY STANTZ: I just got overexcited. But wasn't it incredible, Pete? I mean, we actually touched the etheric plane. You know what this could mean to the university?

Egon was a few steps behind them performing calculations.

PETER VENKMAN: Yeah, it's gonna be bigger than the microchip. Ray, I'm very excited.

Egon looked up then back down at his PC-4 Calculator as they talked.

EGON SPENGLER: I wouldn't say the experience wasn't completely wasted. According to these new readings, I think we have an excellent chance of actually catching a ghost and holding it indefinitely.

The gears turned in Peter's head and he hurried up to them.

RAY STANTZ: Well, this is great. If this ionization rate is constant for all ectoplasmic entities... we could really bust some heads. In a spiritual sense, of course.

PETER VENKMAN: Spengs, you serious about this catching a ghost?

EGON SPENGLER: I'm always serious.

Egon placed the P.K.E. Meter in his right coat pocket. Peter got in front and stopped. He got out a Crunch bar.

PETER VENKMAN: Egon, I'm gonna take back some of the things I've said about you. You... you've earned it.

Peter was about to hand it to Egon but hesitated then gave it. Ray grinned and chuckled as Egon looked at the bar.

Peter, Ray, and Egon entered Weaver Hall Room 205 A.

RAY STANTZ: The possibilities are, are limitless! Hey, Dean Yeager!

Several movers were also in the Paranormal Studies Laboratory. Dean Yeager stood in the middle of the room and turned to Peter, Ray, and Egon. A man in a rolled up long sleeve wearing headphones carried a cardboard box. Music from the soundtrack's "I Can Wait Forever" played. A man in a checkered collar shirt carried a piece of equipment out of the lab. He walked between Ray and Peter.  

PETER VENKMAN: I trust you're moving us to better quarters on campus.

DEAN YEAGER: No, you're being moved off campus. The Board of Regents has decided to terminate your grant. You are to vacate these premises immediately.

Peter closed his eyes.

PETER VENKMAN: This is preposterous. I demand an explanation.

Egon's face conveyed he was mortified.

DEAN YEAGER: Fine. This university will no longer continue any funding of any kind for your group's activities.

PETER VENKMAN: But the kids love us.

DEAN YEAGER: Dr. Venkman, we believe that the purpose [Yeager sat at the edge of a metal desk] of science is to serve mankind.

The mover with headphones carted the Medrad Mark IV Angiographic Injector Injection System between Peter and Ray.

DEAN YEAGER: You, however, seem to regard science as some kind of dodge or hustle. Your theories are the worst kind of popular tripe. Your methods are sloppy, and your conclusions are highly questionable. You are a poor scientist, Dr. Venkman.

The mover in the checkered collar shirt started taking the camcorder and module equipment Ray had on his person. Ray took the Nikon camera off himself and handed it over.

PETER VENKMAN: I see.

DEAN YEAGER: And you have no place in this department or in this university.

Yeager stood back up and turned away.

Ray paced outside while Peter lied on stonework left of the exterior of the Low Library and drank a swig from his liquor.

RAY STANTZ: This is a major disgrace. Forget MIT or Stanford now. They wouldn't touch us with a ten-meter cattle-prod.

PETER VENKMAN: You're always so concerned about your reputation. Einstein did his best stuff when he was working as a patent clerk.

RAY STANTZ: You know how much a patent clerk earns?

PETER VENKMAN: No!

RAY STANTZ: Personally, I liked the university. They gave us money and facilities. We didn't have to produce anything. You've never been out of college. You don't know what it's like out there. I've worked in the private sector. They expect results.

Peter got on his feet, put his arm on Ray, and walked him.

PETER VENKMAN: For whatever reasons, Ray, call it fate... call it luck... call it karma... I believe that everything happens for a reason. I believe that we were destined to get thrown out of this dump.

They stopped at the top of the stairs looking out at the courtyard.

RAY STANTZ: For what purpose?

PETER VENKMAN: To go into business for ourselves.

He offered Ray a drink. Ray drank and calmed down.

RAY STANTZ: This ecto-containment system that Spengler and I have in mind is going to require a load of bread to capitalize. Where are we going to get the money?

Peter drank.

PETER VENKMAN: I don't know. I don't know.

Peter, Ray, and Egon emerged from the Manhattan City Bank at 489 Fifth Avenue in suits. Peter opened the doors. Ray stared at a manila envelope in his hands. Egon ran some calculations. The score was triumphant sounding.

PETER VENKMAN: You're never going to regret this, Ray.

RAY STANTZ: My parents left me that house. I was born there.

PETER VENKMAN: You're not going to lose the house. Everybody has three mortgages nowadays.

RAY STANTZ: But at 19 percent? You didn't even bargain with the guy.

Egon finished a calculation on his Casio Micro-Mini M-81 Calculator and flashed it to Ray.

EGON SPENGLER: Ray, for your information, the interest rate alone for the first five years comes to $95,000.

PETER VENKMAN: Will you guys relax? We are on the threshold of establishing the indispensable defense science of the next decade. Professional paranormal investigations and eliminations. The franchise rights alone
will make us rich beyond our wildest dreams.

Peter gestured 'rich' with his hands. Ray shook his head.

Hook & Ladder No. 8's exterior was adorned with "Building for Sale" signs in red letters. The windows were whitewashed. A real estate agent inside was talking.

REAL ESTATE WOMAN: There's office space, sleeping quarters and showers on the next floor and there's a full kitchen on the top left.

She wore a gold blazer. Egon and Peter looked around the garage bay.

PETER VENKMAN: It just seems a little pricey for a unique fixer-upper opportunity, that's all. What do you think, Egon?

Egon grazed Peter's right arm to intimate he had a lot to say.

EGON SPENGLER: I think this building should be condemned. There's serious metal fatigue in all the load-bearing members. The wiring is substandard. It's completely inadequate for our power needs. And the
neighborhood is like a demilitarized zone.

Egon stepped by a locker covered in cobwebs. Ray called out to them from upstairs.

RAY STANTZ: Hey, does this pole still work?

They looked up at Ray. Ray slid down the fire pole.

RAY STANTZ: Wow, this place is great. When can we move in? You gotta to try this pole.

Egon looked up.

RAY STANTZ: I'm gonna get my stuff.

Ray ran up the stairs and paused. The real estate woman turned to Egon and Peter with a smile.

RAY STANTZ: Hey, we should stay here tonight. Sleep here. You know, to try it out.

Ray continued upstairs. Peter looked at Egon. Egon slowed shook his head 'no' as the real estate woman took some steps closer to them. Peter turned to her.

PETER VENKMAN: I think we'll take it.

REAL ESTATE WOMAN: Good.

From the Sheep Meadow lawn of Central Park, the Shandor Building at 550 Central Park West stood tall. The score was ominous. Atop the roof, there was a Terror Dog statue perched. Down below, a yellow taxi cab pulled over across the street. Central Park was right there. Some trees were still green. Others had become autumn orange. Dana Barrett got out of the taxi. ST-6-0707 was stamped on the door. Dana slowly got out holding a paper grocery bag filled to the brim in her right arm and a cello case with her left arm. She used her right leg to close the door. After the taxi left, she looked right, then left, then right as she crossed. Cars drove past. A sedan braked and honked at her.

Dana got off the elevator on her floor. A neighbor, with a New York Times, tucked under his right arm was waiting for it.

DANA BARRETT: Oh, hi.

He replied something as he got in the elevator. Dana went down the hall. Louis Tully popped his head out of his apartment. He was in a blue tracksuit and wore a pair of Adidas.

LOUIS TULLY: Oh, Dana, it's you.

DANA BARRETT: Oh, hi. Yes, Louis, it's me.

LOUIS TULLY: I thought it was the drugstore.

DANA BARRETT: Oh, are you sick?

LOUIS TULLY: Oh! No, no, I'm fine. I feel great. Just ordered some more vitamins and stuff. I was just exercising. [Dana eyed her door then turned back to Louis] I taped a 20-minute Workout and played it back at high speed on my machine so it only took ten minutes. I got a great workout.

DANA BARRETT: Good.

LOUIS TULLY: You wanna come in for a mineral water or something?

DANA BARRETT: Oh, I'd really like to, Louis, but I have to go rehearsal now. Excuse me.

She continued on. He followed.

LOUIS TULLY: No sweat. I'll take a rain check on that. I always have plenty of low sodium mineral water and other nutritious foods in the house. But you already know that.

Dana put down her case.

DANA BARRETT: Yeah, I know that.

She was told this many many times.

LOUIS TULLY: Listen, that reminds me, I'm having a big party [Dana handed her grocery bag to him to hold while she opened her door] for all my clients. My fourth anniversary as an accountant, you know. And even though you do your own tax return, which you shouldn't do, I'd like you to stop by, being that you're my neighbor and all--

Dana smiled.

DANA BARRETT: Well, thank you, Louis, I'll really try to stop by.

LOUIS TULLY: Listen, that reminds me, you shouldn't leave your TV on so loud when you go out. The creep down the hall phoned the manager.

A confused look came on Dana's face. She looked inside her apartment.

DANA BARRETT: That's strange. I didn't realize I'd left it on.

LOUIS TULLY: Well, yeah, you know what I did? I climbed on the ledge and tried to disconnect the cable, but I couldn't get in, so you know what I did? I turned my TV up real loud too so everyone would think all our
TVs had something wrong with them --

DANA BARRETT: Bye, Louis.

She closed the door on him. Her apartment was 2206. Unfazed, Louis droned on.

LOUIS TULLY: Okay, so I'll see you later, huh?! I'll give you a call! I'm going to go have a shower.

He tried to open his door but he locked himself out somehow.

In her living room, Dana watched a commercial on her TV. Peter, Ray, and Egon stood side to side with each other outside Hook & Ladder No. 8. They wore blue lab coats. Peter held the camcorder. Ray wore the Ghost Sniffer and pointed it at the camera. Egon had on his stethoscope and PC-4 calculator.

RAY STANTZ: Are you troubled by strange noises in the middle of the night?

Ray stepped back to his mark. Egon stepped forward to his mark.

EGON SPENGLER: Do you experience feelings of dread in your basement or attic?

Egon stepped back to his original mark. Peter stepped forward.

PETER VENKMAN: Have you or any of your family ever seen a spook, specter or ghost?

RAY STANTZ: If the answer is yes, then don't wait another minute. Pick up your phone and call the professionals.

Dana placed her grocery bag on her coffee table and took her scarf off.

PETER, RAY, EGON: Ghostbusters.

"GHOSTBUSTERS 555-2368" flashed on the screen.

RAY STANTZ: Our courteous and efficient staff is on call twenty-four hours a day to serve all your supernatural elimination needs.

The commercial advanced to Peter, Ray, and Egon standing by the front door.

PETER, RAY, EGON: We're ready to believe you!

They pointed at the camera. Dana smirked and turned the TV off. She picked up her grocery bag and walked into her kitchen. She started taking her groceries out on the table: lettuce, a bag of Stay Puft Marshmallows, a carton of eggs. She walked over to a cabinet and put some boxes away. The carton opened by itself. She placed a Wheat Thins box in last and closed the cabinet. The eggs trembled and leaped out of their shells then cooked on the counter. Dana looked up in surprise.

DANA BARRETT: Oh!

They cooked. She heard a growl. Dana turned to her refrigerator and walked to it. She opened the door and saw another dimension. In the center was a temple. A Terror Dog resting at the temple doors raised its head. Another with longer horns popped its head up in front of her and roared.

VINZ CLORTHO: Zuul!

Dana screamed and closed the refrigerator.

Renovations were in full swing at Hook & Ladder. Peter supervised Marty and watched him put up a sign that read "GHOSTBUSTERS" in small type face.

PETER VENKMAN: You don't think it's too subtle, Marty? You don't think people are going to drive down and not see the sign?

Marty turned his head to Peter and shook his head. A worker walked across with wood. Another came down the ladder across from Marty. A dark black hearse drove up to the firehouse. Peter tried to peer inside.

PETER VENKMAN: You can't park that here!

Ray got out of the car.

RAY STANTZ: Everybody can relax, I found the car. Needs some suspension work and shocks, and brakes, brake pads, linings, steering box, transmission, rear end.

PETER VENKMAN: How much?

RAY STANTZ: Only 4800.

Peter was shocked, not in a good way.

RAY STANTZ: And maybe new rings, also mufflers, a little wiring.

Janine Melnitz, the Ghostbusters' secretary, sat at her desk on the first floor of the Firehouse reading a People Weekly magazine. Peter walked to her desk with a file under his right arm.

PETER VENKMAN: Janine, any calls?

JANINE MELNITZ: No.

PETER VENKMAN: Any messages?

JANINE MELNITZ: No.

PETER VENKMAN: Any customers?

Janine looked up at him.

JANINE MELNITZ: No, Dr. Venkman.

PETER VENKMAN: Good job, isn't it? Type something, will you? We're paying you for this stuff.

Peter continued on into his office area behind hers.

PETER VENKMAN: Don't stare at me. You've got the bug eyes. Janine? Sorry about the "bug eyes" thing. I'll be in my office.

Egon emerged from under Janine's desk. Janine smiled.

JANINE MELNITZ: You're very handy. I can tell. I bet you like to read a lot, too.

EGON SPENGLER: Print is dead.

Egon went around and squatted behind Janine's computer and checked the connections.

JANINE MELNITZ: Oh, that's very fascinating to me. I read a lot myself. Some people think I'm too intellectual, [Egon looked at her] but I think it's a fabulous way to spend your spare time. I also play racquetball. Do you have any hobbies?

She took off her glasses.

EGON SPENGLER: I collect spores, molds and fungus.

Dana Barrett entered the Firehouse through the inner door of the big door on the left.

DANA BARRETT: Hello?

She got no answer and walked past the Cadillac while Ray was head first under the hood ratcheting something. There was a bunch of different sprays atop the tool cabinet like the red CRC Brake Fluid. A Diet Coke rested on a drawer pulled out. Ray looked up confused. Dana walked over to Janine Melnitz. She filed her nails.

DANA BARRETT: Oh. Excuse me. Is this --? This is the Ghostbusters' office?

JANINE MELNITZ: Yes, it is. Can I help you?

Peter peaked up from his office like a gopher out of its hole.

DANA BARRETT: I don't have an appointment. I'd like to talk to someone, please.

Peter bolted to them. He narrowly jumped over the office gate. Peter introduced himself in a polite voice.

PETER VENKMAN: I'm Peter Venkman. May I help you?

DANA BARRETT: Um. Well, I don't know. What I'm about to say may sound a little unusual.

PETER VENKMAN: Oh, that's all we get day in, day out around this place. Come into my office, Miss --

Janine looked up at him in disbelief.

DANA BARRETT: Barrett, Dana Barrett.

Dana was hooked up to the Aura-Video Analyzer. She was now upstairs on the second floor being interviewed by Peter, Ray, and Egon. The Analyzer's monitor displayed Dana's head in several different colors. Dana was at the end of her story.

DANA BARRETT: And this voice said "Zuul," and then I slammed the refrigerator door and I left. That was two days ago, and I haven't been back to my apartment.

PETER VENKMAN: Generally you don't see that kind of behavior in a major appliance. What do you think it was?

Ray switched off the Analyzer's monitor. Egon was seated next to Dana looking at her with a head light. He removed the diodes from her head. Dana got annoyed.

DANA BARRETT: Well, if I knew what it was I wouldn't be here.

PETER VENKMAN: Egon, what do you think?

Egon turned to Peter with his head lamp still on. Peter was blinded. He swatted at the air until Egon clicked the light off. Peter opened his eyes.

EGON SPENGLER: She's telling the truth. At least, she thinks she is.

DANA BARRETT: Well, of course I'm telling the truth! Wh-who would make up a story like that?

PETER VENKMAN: Some are people who just want attention. Others, just nutballs who come in off the street.

Ray, with a Budweiser can in his hand, started to speculate.

RAY STANTZ: You know what it could be? Past life experience intruding on present time.

He sat. Egon walked over to couch and grabbed a Cheez-Its box.

EGON SPENGLER: Could be erased memories stored in the collective unconscious. I wouldn't rule out clairvoyance or telepathic contact, either.

Dana was skeptical and scoffed.

DANA BARRETT: I'm sorry, I don't believe in any of those things.

Peter went next to her.

PETER VENKMAN: Well, that's all right. I don't either.

Egon and Ray exchanged looks.

PETER VENKMAN: But there are some things we do...

He walked behind Dana and gestured to Ray and Egon to make something up.

PETER VENKMAN: ...standard procedures we carry out in a case like this which often bring us results.

RAY STANTZ: Well, I could go down to hall of records and check out the structural details in the building. Maybe the building itself has a history of psychic turbulence.

PETER VENKMAN: Right. Good idea.

EGON SPENGLER: I could look for the name Zuul in the usual literature.

RAY STANTZ: Spates Catalog.

EGON SPENGLER: Tobin's Spirit Guide.

RAY STANTZ: Yeah.

PETER VENKMAN: Tell you what. I'll take Miss Barrett back to her apartment and check her out.

She looked up at him.

PETER VENKMAN: I'll go check out Miss Barrett's apartment. Okay?

He turned to her. She nodded.

DANA BARRETT: Okay.

He quietly grumbled about his flub.

DANA BARRETT: Thank you.

PETER VENKMAN: It's okay.

She got up and walked away. Peter smacked his head and made a face as he followed her.

The Shandor building loomed amid the buildings in Manhattan. Dana slowly opened her door and inched in. Peter swung the door open.

PETER VENKMAN: Please, let me.  Let me. If something's gonna happen here I want it to happen to me first.

He bolted over to her and opened the door behind her. He pointed the Ghost Sniffer around.

DANA BARRETT: That's the closet.

Peter went to the piano. He lifted the cover and played the two highest notes over and over.

PETER VENKMAN: They hate this. I like to torture them. That's right, boys. It's Dr. Venkman!

Peter stayed in the middle of the room and used the Sniffer. Dana looked around and started to take her coat off.

PETER VENKMAN: A lot of space. Just you?

DANA BARRETT: Yes.

PETER VENKMAN: Good.

She pondered what he meant. He looked at some books stacked on a table.

DANA BARRETT: What is that thing you're doing?

PETER VENKMAN: It's technical. It's one of our little toys.

DANA BARRETT: I see.

Peter quickly went to another door.

DANA BARRETT: That's the bedroom, but nothing ever happened in there.

Peter looked inside then closed the door.

PETER VENKMAN: What a crime.

Dana paused.

DANA BARRETT: You know, you don't act like a scientist.

PETER VENKMAN: They're usually pretty stiff.

DANA BARRETT: You're more like a game show host.

Peter was at a loss. He turned his head.

PETER VENKMAN: That's the kitchen, huh?

She nodded.

Peter pushed the door open. Dana turned the light on. Everything was still there from when Dana left. Peter tossed the paper bag aside.

PETER VENKMAN: Dana, are these the eggs?

DANA BARRETT: Yes, see, I was over there, and these eggs just jumped right out of their shells and started to cook on the counter.

PETER VENKMAN: That is weird.

DANA BARRETT: And that's when I to hear that awful noise coming from the refrigerator.

Peter lifted up the lettuce and the cooked eggs.

DANA BARRETT: Dr. Venkman, you've come all this way. Would you like to check the refrigerator?

PETER VENKMAN: I'll check the fridge. Good call.

She sighed. Peter slowly opened the refrigerator a crack.

PETER VENKMAN: Oh, my God.

Dana became worried. Peter opened it wider.

PETER VENKMAN: Look at all the junk food.

Dana got frustrated.

DANA BARRETT: No, God damn it! Look, this wasn't here.

Peter took out an Oscar Mayer salami pack.

PETER VENKMAN: You actually eat this stuff?

Dana took it away.

DANA BARRETT: Look. This wasn't here. There was nothing here. There was a space, [Peter lifted the lid off a ceramic dish, it didn't smell good to him] and there was a building or something with flames coming out of it, and there were creatures writhing around and they were growling and snarling! And there were flames and I heard a voice say "Zuul." It was right here.

PETER VENKMAN: I'm sorry, I'm just not getting any reading.

DANA BARRETT: Well, are you sure you're using that thing correctly?

PETER VENKMAN: Well, I think so. But I'm sure there are no animals in there.

DANA BARRETT: Well, that's great. Either there's a monster in my kitchen or I'm completely crazy. PETER VENKMAN: I don't think you're crazy.

DANA BARRETT: Good, that makes me feel so much better.

She walked away. On the top shelf was a Coca-Cola, New Coke, Wish Bone dressing, and a case of Perrier. On the second shelf was a Smuckers Strawberry jar.

Peter followed her back into the living room.

PETER VENKMAN: Let me tell you something about myself. I come home from work to my place, and all I have is my work. There's nothing else in my life.

He sat down on the couch.

DANA BARRETT: Dr. Venkman -

PETER VENKMAN: I meet you and I say, "My God, there's someone with the same problem I have." DANA BARRETT: Yes. We both have the same problem. You.

Peter stood and faced her.

PETER VENKMAN: I'm gonna go for broke. I am madly in love with you.

She scoffed and looked away from him.

DANA BARRETT: I don't believe this. Will you please leave?

Peter self-narrated out loud.

PETER VENKMAN: And then she threw me out of her life. She thought I was a creep. She thought I was a geek, and she probably wasn't the first...

DANA BARRETT: You are so odd.

Peter stopped at the front door and turned to her.

DANA BARRETT: No.

PETER VENKMAN: I've got it!

DANA BARRETT: No, no, no, no, no.

PETER VENKMAN: I'll prove myself to you.

DANA BARRETT: That's not necessary.

She started to guide him to the door.

PETER VENKMAN: Yeah. I'll solve your little problem.

DANA BARRETT: Okay.

PETER VENKMAN: And then you'll say, "Pete Venkman's a guy who can get things done."

DANA BARRETT: Right.

PETER VENKMAN: "I wonder what makes him tick!"

DANA BARRETT: I wonder.

PETER VENKMAN: "I wonder if he'd be interested in knowing what makes me tick?"

DANA BARRETT: Right!

PETER VENKMAN: I bet you're going to be thinking about me after I'm gone.

Dana smiled as he stepped out into the hall.

DANA BARRETT: I bet I am.

Before she could completely close the door, Peter stuck his face back in.

PETER VENKMAN: No kiss?

She pushed his face out the door and slammed it shut. Louis Tully came out, thinking it was Dana, and tried to go in but he was locked out. He stood with his back to his door. Peter sauntered down the hall in thought.

The exterior of the Firehouse. It was evening. Peter, Ray, and Egon sat at a small round table on the second floor and ate takeout Chinese. A snippet of "In The Name of Love" played. Peter raised his Budweiser can and to make a toast.

PETER VENKMAN: To our first customer.

Ray raised his Budweiser can.

RAY STANTZ: To our first and only customer.

Egon stopped working on a particle thrower and raised his TaB can. They drank.

PETER VENKMAN: I'm going to need to take out some petty cash. We should take her out to dinner. We don't want to lose her.

Ray waved his chopsticks in a loose circle.

RAY STANTZ: Uh, this magnificent feast here represents the last of the petty cash.

Peter stared in shock and before Ray could take a bite...

PETER VENKMAN: Hey, slow down. Chew your food.

Janine's phone rang just as she was taking off her heels and putting on tennis shoes.

JANINE MELNITZ: Hello, Ghostbusters. Yes, of course they're serious. [she paused and sat back down] You do? You have? No kidding. [she readied a pencil] Uh-huh. Well, just, uh, just give me the address. Yes, of course. Oh, they'll be totally discreet. Thank you.

She grinned and hung up then yelled.

JANINE MELNITZ: We got one!

She slammed down the alarm bell buzzer. The klaxon activated.

Everyone looked up.

RAY STANTZ: It's a call!

A snippet from "Cleanin' Up The Town" began to play. In the corner past the entrance to the sleeping quarters were three arcades: Missile Command, Star Castle, and Star Gazer. Ray ran to the pole in the foreground and went down first. Egon stood up and straightened his tie. Ray landed on the first floor, yelped then rushed to open his foot locker in the middle.

RAY STANTZ: Come on!

Ray kicked off his shoes and readied his flightsuit as Peter landed with a carton. Egon yelped as he slid down. Ray had his flightsuit half on from the waist down. The front doors started to open, and revealed the license plate, "ECTO-1." The headlights turned on. The roof lights and siren turned on. Ecto-1 sped out of the Firehouse, took a left, then another left.

The camera held a close-up on the Sedgewick Hotel logo. Ecto-1 drove up to the Sedgewick Hotel and parked out in front, between two yellow taxi cabs. A man at the curb backed up. The camera held a close-up on the Ghostbusters logo on the door of Ecto-1.

The doormen opened the hotel's front doors. The Ghostbusters entered the lobby. People outside and passing them by inside stared and gawked at them. The hotel manager was on the right on the phone with his back to the Ghostbusters.

PETER VENKMAN: Hey, anybody seen a ghost?

WOMAN: Huh?

A beautiful woman passed by them. They all stared and smiled. The hotel manager walked up from behind them,

HOTEL MANAGER: Uh, thank you for coming so quickly.

PETER VENKMAN: Jesus!

They walked together down the main hall.

HOTEL MANAGER: The guests are starting to ask questions and I'm running out of excuses.

RAY STANTZ: Has it happened before?

HOTEL MANAGER: Well, most of the original staff knows about the twelfth floor.

PETER VENKMAN: Uh huh.

HOTEL MANAGER: The disturbances, I mean.

PETER VENKMAN: Yeah.

HOTEL MANAGER: But it's been quiet for years up until two weeks ago. It was never, ever this bad, though.

Peter patted him on the left shoulder.

EGON SPENGLER: Did you ever report it to anyone?

The Manager was mortified.

HOTEL MANAGER: No. Heavens, no.

PETER VENKMAN: Oh, no. You kidding?

Egon rolled his eyes.

HOTEL MANAGER: The owners don't even like us to talk about it.

PETER VENKMAN: No.

HOTEL MANAGER: I hope we can take care of this quietly.

PETER VENKMAN: It's done.

HOTEL MANAGER: Tonight.

Ray readied his Ecto Goggles off his belt.

RAY STANTZ: Yes, sir. Don't worry. We handle this kind of thing all the time.

He placed the Ecto Goggles on his head. Egon, Peter, and Ray headed to the elevators. A man already waiting looked at them.

MAN AT ELEVATOR: What are you supposed to be, some kind of a cosmonaut?

Peter chuckled.

PETER VENKMAN: No, we're exterminators. Somebody saw a cockroach up on twelve.

The elevator doors on the left opened.

MAN AT ELEVATOR: That's gotta be some cockroach.

PETER VENKMAN: Bite your head off, man.

A man and woman stepped out of the elevator. They gawked at them. Peter and Egon walked in. Ray was about to then spun around.

RAY STANTZ: Going up?

MAN AT ELEVATOR: I'll take the next one.

Ray backed into the elevator. It closed. The man put his cigar back in his mouth.

As the elevator went up, Ray sighed.

RAY STANTZ: You know, it just occurred to me, we really haven't had a completely successful test of this equipment.

EGON SPENGLER: I blame myself.

PETER VENKMAN: So do I.

RAY STANTZ: Well, no sense worrying about it now.

PETER VENKMAN: Why worry? Each of us is wearing an unlicensed nuclear accelerator on his back.

Ray had not realized he was being sarcastic.

RAY STANTZ: Yep. Let's get ready. Switch me on.

Egon turned on a switch behind Ray. As it activated, Egon backed up, making Peter move aside from his spot.

The elevator dinged and the Ghostbusters exited onto the twelfth floor. Ray readied his particle thrower, looked around like a soldier, and motioned to them with his head. Peter walked out like normal. Egon switched on his particle thrower. They followed Peter in a line. A chambermaid entered the hall humming to herself. Ray and Egon turned, shouted, and blasted her cart with the proton streams.

PETER VENKMAN: Hold it!

She peered out from behind the cart.

CHAMBERMAID: What the hell are you doing?

EGON SPENGLER: Sorry.

PETER VENKMAN: Sorry.

RAY STANTZ: I'm sorry.

PETER VENKMAN: We thought you were someone else.

Peter turned around to them.

PETER VENKMAN: Successful test.

RAY STANTZ: I guess so. So, uh, I think we'd better split up.

EGON SPENGLER: Good idea.

PETER VENKMAN: Yeah, we can do more damage that way.

Egon went down a hallway and scanned around with his P.K.E. Meter.

Peter walked down a hall. The TV from someone's room could be heard.

MALE ACTOR: -- you may be right. If so, we will need--

Ray walked around as he smoked. He came around a corner and saw Slimer pigging out at a room service cart out in the hall. Ray was shocked. His cigarette hung from his open mouth.

RAY STANTZ: Venkman? Venkman!

He got no response and turned back to Slimer.

RAY STANTZ: Ugh... disgusting blob. I'm going to have to hold it myself.

He charged on the thrower, aimed, and fired at Slimer. He missed and struck the wall. Slimer roared in shock. He flew away and passed through a wall. The cart trailed after Slimer and collided with a table. The vase on the
table shot straight up into the air. Egon  walked slowly down a hall in a bent down position. A man walked to his room. Egon scanned his shoes and stood up. He poked the man but was disappointed he wasn't a ghost. Peter came around a corner and face-to-face with Slimer as it hovered on the other side of the hall. He grabbed his walkie-talkie off his belt without taking his eyes of Slimer.

PETER VENKMAN: Come in, Ray.

Ray unhooked his walkie-talkie from his belt. He was still excited.

RAY STANTZ: Venkman! I saw it! I saw it! I saw it!

PETER VENKMAN: It's right here, Ray. It's looking at me.

Ray's voice came over Peter's walkie.

RAY STANTZ: He's an ugly little spud, isn't he?

PETER VENKMAN: I think he can hear you, Ray.

RAY STANTZ: Don't move. It won't hurt you.

Slimer took off from his side of the hall and roared. Peter screamed and shielded his face. Ray ran to the hall where Peter was.

RAY STANTZ: Venkman! Venkman! Pete!

By the time Ray arrived, Slimer was long gone. Peter was lying on the floor drenched in Ectoplasm. RAY STANTZ: Venkman, what happened? Are you okay?

Peter spat out some Ectoplasm.

PETER VENKMAN: He slimed me.

RAY STANTZ: That's great! Actual physical contact! Can you move?

Egon came over the walkie-talkie.

EGON SPENGLER: Ray. Ray! Come in please.

PETER VENKMAN: I feel so funky.

RAY STANTZ: Spengler! I'm with Venkman. He got slimed!

EGON SPENGLER: That's great, Ray. Save some for me. Get down here right away! It just went into a ballroom.

RAY STANTZ: Okay, we'll be right there.

There was a sign that read, "Sedgewick New York City Today Eastside Theatre Guild Midnight Buffet" Ray, Egon, and Peter were in the doorway of a ballroom. Ray grinned to the Hotel Manager.
RAY STANTZ: Okay, sir. If you and your staff could please wait out here, we'll take care of everything.

Egon and Ray closed the doors and locked them.

Ray peaked out from brown curtains and scanned the ballroom with his Ecto Goggles. From Ray's point of view, he looked at some tables then he sighted Slimer flying around a chandelier. The Ecto Goggles pinged and the readout on the left side went green. A number "01333.5" was displayed.

RAY STANTZ: There it is. On the ceiling.

PETER VENKMAN: That's the one that got me.

They slowly stepped out from the curtain.

RAY STANTZ: All right, boys. Ready? Throw it!

All three fired at Slimer. They missed and nailed the chandelier. Slimer flew away. The chandelier fell on table and smashed it. The Hotel Manager heard the crash and became worried. Mrs. Van Hoffman turned her head.
He grabbed the door knob but the ballroom was still locked.

RAY STANTZ: I did that. I did that. That's my fault.

PETER VENKMAN: It's okay. The table broke the fall.

EGON SPENGLER: There's something very important I forgot to tell you.

PETER VENKMAN: What?

EGON SPENGLER: Don't cross the streams.

Peter looked side to side.

PETER VENKMAN: Why?

EGON SPENGLER: It would be bad.

PETER VENKMAN: I'm fuzzy on the whole good/bad thing. What do you mean, "bad"?

EGON SPENGLER: Try to imagine all life as you know it stopping instantaneously and every molecule in your body exploding at the speed of light.

RAY STANTZ: Total protonic reversal.

PETER VENKMAN: Right, that's bad. Okay, important safety tip. Thanks, Egon. All right, Ray, take the left. Egon, take the right.

Peter headed straight down. Slimer chugged a bottle.

PETER VENKMAN: Okay, Ray. Give me one eye on the outside... Ray!

Slimer stopped drinking and panicked. Ray opened fire. Slimer yelped and flew away.

PETER VENKMAN: Egon!

Egon fired. He totally destroyed crystal ware, a three layer cake, and many, many dishes. Slimer flew behind the bar. Egon opened fire. Slimer flew away. Egon kept firing into the bar. Peter and Ray looked up at Slimer.

PETER VENKMAN: Okay, all right. Hold it, hold it, hold it! Whoa! Nice shooting, Tex!

Slimer panted near the ceiling.

Outside in the hall, the Hotel Manager spoke with Mrs. Van Hoffman.

HOTEL MANAGER: I-I assure you, Mrs. Van Hoffman, there is no problem with the room. It will be ready promptly, in time, as soon as your guests are with us.

Back in the ballroom, Ray hustled.

RAY STANTZ: The last throw took something out of him, but he's gonna move. I need some; I need some room to put the trap down. Give me some room.

Peter and Egon threw a table aside. The crash it made could be heard outside.

A trio of Asian men, young, middle, and senior, in business suits, turned and looked at the ballroom doors as they walked past the Hotel Manager and Mrs. Van Hoffman.

HOTEL MANAGER: If you'll excuse me, please.

The manager left Van Hoffman and walked back to the doors. He tried the door knobs again then whispered something into the ears of Donald, an Hotel employee in a brown suit and bow tie, standing outside the ballroom. Van Hoffman walked back to the woman and two men she came with. Donald clumsily ran off.

BRUNETTE WOMAN: What is going on?

Back inside, Peter and Egon threw another table. Ray held a Trap.

RAY STANTZ: We gotta get this in the clear.

Peter held out his hands to stop.

PETER VENKMAN: Wait, wait, wait! I've always wanted to do this.

Peter pulled the white tablecloth out from under a table while Egon threw a chair aside. All the dishes and utensils were upended. But...

PETER VENKMAN: And... The flowers are still standing!

Ray pushed a Trap across the floor. Peter and Egon looked down at it. Ray looked up at Slimer.

RAY STANTZ: Okay, on my go-signal. Spengler, I want a confinement stream from you, okay? Go!

Egon fired and wrangled Slimer in his Proton Stream. Slimer whimpered.

RAY STANTZ: Okay, hold him up there. He's gonna move. Hold him up. Go!

Peter fired and wrangled Slimer, too.

EGON SPENGLER: It's working, Ray!

RAY STANTZ: Start bringing him down. Start bringing him down. You got him. Don't cross the stream.

PETER VENKMAN: Maybe now you'll never slime a guy with a positron collider, huh?

EGON SPENGLER: Venkman, shorten your stream. I don't want my face burned off.

Peter looked down at his thrower in confusion. Ray was now wearing his Ecto Goggles.

RAY STANTZ: All right. I'm opening the trap now. Don't look directly into the trap.

Ray stomped the trap pedal. The Trap opened, a bright vortex shot out and started to pull in Slimer. Egon's eyes widened with worry.

EGON SPENGLER: I looked at the trap, Ray.

RAY STANTZ: Turn your streams off as soon as I close the trap. Get ready. I'm closing it. Now!

Ray stomped the pedal and the Trap began to close as Peter and Egon ceased fire and turned away. Ray shielded his vision. Slimer moaned and was trapped. Peter peeked around with one eye open. The Trap beeped and a red light blinked constantly. Egon got down on one knee and touched the Trap. Peter slightly nudged it with a foot. Blue electricity arced briefly. Egon looked up at them.

EGON SPENGLER: It's in there.

Peter aimed at the Trap.

PETER VENKMAN: Hey!

RAY STANTZ: Well, that wasn't such a chore, now, was it?

Egon was speechless.

The Hotel Manager snapped his left fingers. Another employee had arrived.

HOTEL MANAGER: Mr. Smith, quickly. I want that door open now! Donald, stand over there.

The Hotel Manager bent and closely observed Smith. Just as Mr. Smith was about the open the door, the Ghostbusters came out. Mr. Smith backed away to the manager's left. The Hotel Manager backed up. Donald's eyes got big.

PETER VENKMAN: We came, we saw, we kicked its ass!

HOTEL MANAGER: Did you see it? What is it?

Outside in the hall, there was now a sizable crowd.

RAY STANTZ: We got it.

Peter turned away from Mrs. Van Hoffman and got out a blue notepad and pen from the pocket under his name tag.

HOTEL MANAGER: What is it? Will there be any more of them?

Egon held his electrical gloves. Ray looked at the smoking Trap. The Hotel Manager took out his handkerchief and covered his nose and mouth. Ray coughed.

RAY STANTZ: Sir, what you have there is what we refer to as a focused, non-terminal repeating phantasm, or a Class Five full roaming vapor. Real nasty one, too.

Peter eyed Egon as he spoke.

PETER VENKMAN: And now... [Peter cleared his throat twice] … let's talk seriously. Now, for the entrapment, we're gonna have to ask you [Egon flashed four fingers against his left cheek to Peter] for four big ones.
Four thousand dollars for that. But we are having a special this week on proton charging and storage of the beast, [Egon nodded and touched the tip of his nose with his right index finger] and that's only going to come to one thousand dollars, fortunately.

The Manager stiffened up.

HOTEL MANAGER: Five thousand dollars? I had no idea it would be so much. I won't pay it.

The Manager stuffed his handkerchief back in his suit pocket.

PETER VENKMAN: Well, that's all right. We can just put it right back in there. Thank you.

RAY STANTZ: We certainly can, Dr. Venkman.

They turned back towards the ballroom. The Manager ran to them and caved.

HOTEL MANAGER: No, no, no, no! [He ran up to Ray and grabbed his arm] All right! Anything.

The Hotel Manager patted Ray's left arm. Peter ripped an invoice out of his notepad.

PETER VENKMAN: Thanks so much.

Peter handed the Hotel Manager the bill, patted his arm, and walked down the hall with Ray close behind. Donald turned his head and watched them leave. Egon started walking down the hall.

RAY STANTZ: Thank you. Hope we can help you again. Coming through! Watch out! One Class Five full roaming vapor! Watch out!

"Ghostbusters" started off the first montage of the movie. Dana Barrett performed sit-ups on the floor of her living room while she watched a news report from WABC-TV's Roger Grimsby in studio at 7 Lincoln Square on the Upper West Side. The Ghostbusters' symbol and "GHOSTS?" were in a white square in the upper left corner.

ROGER GRIMSBY: Morning, I'm Roger Grimsby. Today. the entire eastern seaboard is alive with talk of incidents of paranormal activity. Alleged ghost sightings and related supernatural occurrences have been reported [Dana stopped doing her sit ups] across the entire tri-state area.

Day. A reporter stood at the corner of Broadway and Chambers Street near 280 Broadway.  

REPORTER: Well, everybody's heard ghost stories around the campfire. Heck, my grandma used to spin yarns about a spectral locomotive that would rocket past the farm where she grew up. But now, as if some unforeseen authority...

People walked by behind him. Vehicles drove past. A bearded man in denim came into the shot and peered at the reporter and his cameraman.

The Firehouse's second floor alarm rang. Peter jogged out of the sleeping quarters. Ray pulled his pants up. Egon got out of his bed in his pajamas. He went to his night stand, grabbed his glasses, walked back out to the foot of his bed, turned around, and put on his glasses. Ray and Egon marched out of the room. A USA Today flashed partially on the left screen that featured the Ghostbusters. The front page photo was a still of the trio from their commercial. The title was "Ghost Fever Grips New York." The USA Today slid across the screen. The date was Tuesday, October 8, 1984.

Day. Ecto-1 emerged from West 116th Street and turned left onto Broadway. In the background was The Paterno.

A New York Post featured a front page story on the Ghostbusters catching a ghost in Chinatown. The title was "Ghost Cops Bust Chinatown Spook" and the date was Thursday, October 22, 1984. It had a photo of Ray, Peter, and Egon mid-grimace as they fired their throwers. A smaller photo on the right side of the Post was of Ray smiling and holding up a Trap in triumph. Day. Peter and Ray headed to Ecto-1 outside the Tai Hong Lau Restaurant at 70 Mott Street. Ray has his pack off. Peter slid the left strap of his pack off. Ray wore a blue Chinese cap. A man ran after them and handed out two roast duck. Ray and Peter turned around and Ray bowed in thanks then Peter as they accepted the ducks.

The second floor alarm rang again. Day. Ecto-1 made a right turn and passed Umberto's Clam House at 129 Mulberry Street. Ray walked up back to street level from 16 East 63rd Street. He had a smoking trap.

RAY STANTZ: Stand aside, please!

Day. Ecto-1 was at 5th Avenue & East 50th Street, passing by St. Patrick's Cathedral on the left and Saks Fifth Avenue on the right. A Times featured the Ghostbusters posing for a photo at 696 Madison. The title read, "Ghostbusters Supernatural Success Story." Larry King was in his studio at MBS in Washington D.C. talking about Ghostbusters. He had a lit cigarette in his right hand. Staff were in the room opposite. There was a Coke can on the desk to his left.

LARRY KING: Hi, this is Larry King. The phone-in topic today: ghosts and ghostbusting. The controversy builds, more sightings are reported. Some maintain these professional paranormal eliminators in New York are the cause of it all.

Day. Peter, Ray, and Egon jogged out of Rockefeller Center. Peter had on Ecto Goggles and was holding a smoking Trap. Civilians looked at them. The Prometheus statue was in the background. The October 1984 Omni issue featured a Proton Pack on the cover. The title was "Quantum Leaps: Ghostbusters' Tools of the Trade." A security guard pursued them.

Day. Egon came out of 122 Mulberry Street with a smoking Trap. He was wearing the Ecto Goggles on the top of his head.

EGON SPENGLER: I got it! I got it! Pete! Ray!

A civilian walking up the sidewalk turned his head and looked at Egon.

Evening. The Ghostbusters exited the Sedgewick Hotel (the events are presumably played out of order and this is when they left their first case in Chapter 13). A path was cleared as they walked to Ecto-1. Reporters asked them a flurry of questions. Ray stopped at the rear and held up the Trap. The October 1984 issue of The Atlantic Monthly featured cartoon versions of the Ghostbusters and argued if ghosts had rights. The text read, "The Politics of the Next Dimension Do Ghosts Have Civil Rights?"

Day. The Ghostbusters, with their particle throwers drawn, jogged down Mott Street in Chinatown, going from 56 to 64 Mott Street.

CASEY KASEM: Still making headlines all across the country, the Ghostbusters are at it again, this time at the fashionable dance club, The Rose. The boys in gray slugged it out with a pretty pesky poltergeist, then stayed on to dance the night away with some of the lovely ladies who witnessed the disturbance. This is Casey Kasem. Now on with the countdown.
Dana listened to Kasem on her Panasonic radio in her kitchen while she chopped vegetables. She took a drink and chuckled at the notion of the Ghostbusters dancing. Her Cuisinart Food Processor was more visible in the background. Near the sink was a near empty bottle of Windex.

Evening. Another shot of the impromptu press conference outside the Sedgewick Hotel was shown. Reporters jotted down as Peter spoke.

PETER VENKMAN: Twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week. No job is too big. No fee is too big.

Janine's phone was lit up.

JANINE MELNITZ: Is it just a mist, or does it have arms and legs?

Dana watched Joe Franklin on a small TV while she stringed her cello. She was out of the shower, in a robe and had a towel wrapped around her head. Joe was interviewing Ray in the WWOR-TV studio at 1440 Broadway.

JOE FRANKLIN: As they say in TV, I'm sure there's one big question on everybody's mind and I imagine you are the man to answer it. How is Elvis, and have you seen him lately?

Ray paused. The Vol. 13 No. 20 issue of Globe also featured a front page photo of the Ghostbusters at 696 Madison. The title was "Ghostbusters Super Diet!" Another headline was "Princess Di Expecting Again!" The title was October 13, 1984. Day. Ecto-1 pulled up to the Firehouse. Two fans, a man and a woman, were on the right side of Ecto-1. The woman opened the front passenger door. They asked a ragged looking Peter for his autograph as he got out. A man in a brown coat was on the left side snapping Polaroid photographs.

The Ghostbusters rested in their sleeping quarters. They were still in their flightsuits. Ray dreamed. He was laying in an ornate bed with period clothes on. The ghost of a beautiful young woman hovered above him then vanished. Ray looked around. Suddenly, an invisible force unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants. Ray's eyes crossed and his head knocked back in pleasure. The dream ended as Ray fell out of his real bed. The others were thrashing in their sleep.

Day. Winston Zeddemore, with a newspaper, looked up at the new Ghostbusters sign outside the Firehouse. The "Ghostbusters" song ended. Janine interviewed Winston from her desk.

JANINE MELNITZ: Do you believe in UFOs, astral projections, mental telepathy, ESP, clairvoyance, spirit photography, telekinetic movement, full trans-mediums, the Loch Ness monster and the theory of Atlantis?

WINSTON ZEDDEMORE: Uh... If there's a steady paycheck in it, I'll believe anything you say.

The phone rang. A weary Peter and Ray walked from the garage bay to the office. Both were smoking. Their flightsuits had some ectoplasmic residue splattered about. Janine was now standing, cradling the phone on her shoulder, and gathered papers.

RAY STANTZ: I've gotta get some sleep. I'm dying.

PETER VENKMAN: You don't look good.

Winston turned his head and observed them.

RAY STANTZ: I don't?

PETER VENKMAN: Well, you've looked better. You didn't used to look like this.

Ray looked down at the Trap he was holding with his right hand. Tons of articles were affixed to the back wall of Peter's office.

JANINE MELNITZ: Could you hold, please.

Peter tossed an invoice on Janine's desk. She scoffed at the smoke from the Traps.

PETER VENKMAN: Here's the paper on the Brooklyn. She paid with Visa.

Janine handed out a piece of paper.

JANINE MELNITZ: Here--Here's tonight's worksheet.

Ray scanned it and moaned

RAY STANTZ: Oh, great. Two more free repeaters.

Ray walked to the basement steps. Janine brought Winston to their attention.

JANINE MELNITZ: This is Winston Zeddemore. He's here about the job.

Winston stood. Ray stopped and turned around. Ray took one look at him.

RAY STANTZ: Beautiful. You're hired. Ray Stantz, Pete Venkman.

PETER VENKMAN: Congratulations.

Winston shook Peter's hand.

RAY STANTZ: Can you help me, please?

Ray handed him the two Traps.

RAY STANTZ: Welcome aboard.

Winston took them both but was uneasy about it. Ray nodded with a grin.

Day. Dana and a Violinist exited Avery Fisher Hall at the Lincoln Center.

DANA BARRETT: I don't know where they get these guest conductors. I mean someone should tell him that it's not going to do much good to scream at us in German.

VIOLINIST: Well, I don't think that the man is competent to conduct [Dana looked up straight ahead] a major symphony orchestra.

Dana saw Peter near the fountain hopping in a line on one leg. He was in his flightsuit wearing an orange jacket.

DANA BARRETT: Um, could you wait here a minute?

VIOLINIST: Huh? Uh, sure.

Dana walked over to Peter.

DANA BARRETT: Dr. Venkman. This is a surprise.

PETER VENKMAN: That was a wonderful rehearsal.

DANA BARRETT: You heard that?

PETER VENKMAN: Yes. You're the best one in your row.

DANA BARRETT: Oh, thank you. You're good. Most people can't hear me with the whole orchestra playing.

PETER VENKMAN: Hey, I don't have to take this abuse from you. I've got hundreds of people dying to abuse me.

The Violinist circled them and sat down at the fountain.

DANA BARRETT: I know. You're a big celebrity now. Do you have some information for me on my case?

Peter noticed the Violinist. The Violinist inserted some nasal spray in each nostril.

PETER VENKMAN: Who's the stiff?

The Lincoln Center's flags were at half staff.

DANA BARRETT: The stiff happens to be one of the finest musicians in the world. Do you have some information for me, please?

PETER VENKMAN: Well, sure, but I prefer to give it to you in private.

DANA BARRETT: Why don't you tell me now?

PETER VENKMAN: Well, okay. I found the name Zuul for you. Well, the name Zuul refers to a demigod worshiped around 6000 B.C. by the -- what's that word?

Dana leaned in and looked at his paper.

DANA BARRETT: Hittites.

PETER VENKMAN: Hittites, the Mesopotamians and the Sumerians.

Dana took the paper and read the notes.

DANA BARRETT: "Zuul was the minion of Gozer." What's Gozer?

PETER VENKMAN: Gozer was very big in Sumeria. Big guy.

DANA BARRETT: Well, what's he doing in my icebox?

PETER VENKMAN: I'm working on that. If we could get together Thursday night, I'm thinking nine-ish, you know, we could exchange information.

Dana smiled.

DANA BARRETT: I can't see you Thursday. I'm-I'm-I'm busy!

PETER VENKMAN: Miss Barrett, you seem to think there is something wrong up here that says in your mind, "He enjoys taking his evenings off and spending it with his clients." [The Violinist clutched his case] No. I'm
making a special exception in your case. Because... I respect you. It's corny but I respect you as an artist. And as a dresser, too. This is a magnificent coordination you have going here today.

DANA BARRETT: Okay. All right. I'll see you Thursday.

PETER VENKMAN: I'll bring The Roylance Guide and we'll eat and read.

Dana walked away, turned her head slightly, then continued to the Violinist. They continued walking. The Violinist looked at Peter. Peter acknowledged him.

VIOLINIST: So who the hell was that?

DANA BARRETT: He's just a friend.

The Violinist wasn't buying it.

VIOLINIST: A friend?

DANA BARRETT: An old friend.

PETER VENKMAN: Right, well, I'll see you Thursday! I'm sorry I didn't get to meet you, sir. And I'm glad you're feeling much better. You're still very pale, though A little sun...

VIOLINIST: Well, what does he do?

DANA BARRETT: He's a scientist.

A father, his daughter, and his son posed at the fountain for a photo. Peter copied a roller skater and spun around. Upbeat music played.

Day. The exterior of the Firehouse. The upbeat music wound down. Ray demonstrated how to empty a full Trap into the Containment Unit in the basement. Winston stood to Ray's left and watched. Egon was at a wall lined with control panels running some calculations.

RAY STANTZ: This is where we put all the vapors and entities and slimers that we trap. Very simple, really. Load a trap here, open, unlock the system. Insert the trap, [a red light came on] release, close, lock the system.
Set your entry grid. Neutronize your field. And... the light is green, the trap is clean. The ghost is incarcerated here in a custom-made storage facility.

Ray pushed the lever back up and tossed the handle of the Trap.

Upstairs, Janine informed Peter about a guest.

JANINE MELNITZ: There's a man from the EPA here to see you. He's waiting in your office.

PETER VENKMAN: EPA? What's he want?

JANINE MELNITZ: I don't know. All I do know is that I've been working two weeks without a break and you promised me you'd hire more help.

PETER VENKMAN: Janine, [the phone rang] someone with your qualifications would have no trouble finding a topflight job in either the food service or housekeeping industries. [He walked to his office] You gonna
answer that?

JANINE MELNITZ: I've quit better jobs than this.

She pressed a button on the phone and snapped at the caller.

JANINE MELNITZ: Ghostbusters! What do you want?!

Walter Peck waited in Peter's office. He was seated on the couch. Peter entered.

PETER VENKMAN: Can I help you?

Peck introduced himself.

WALTER PECK: I'm Walter Peck. [Peck stood] I represent the Environmental Protection Agency, the third district.

Peter shook his hand.

PETER VENKMAN: Great. How's it going down there?

Peck looked at the ectoplasmic residue on his hand and got out his handkerchief. Peter patted his shoulder and left more ectoplasm. Peck noticed it.

WALTER PECK: Are you Peter Venkman?

Peter sat at his desk.

PETER VENKMAN: Yes, I'm... Dr. Venkman.

WALTER PECK: Exactly what are you a doctor of, Mr. Venkman?

PETER VENKMAN: Well, I have Ph.D.'s in parapsychology and psychology.

He slightly gestured to his framed degrees on the wall.

WALTER PECK: I see. And now you catch ghosts?

PETER VENKMAN: Yeah, you could say that.

Peck walked to the office gate and turned around.

WALTER PECK: And how many ghosts have you caught, Mr. Venkman?

PETER VENKMAN: I'm not at liberty to say.

WALTER PECK: And where do you put these ghosts, once you catch them?

Peck walked a few more steps to the gate.

PETER VENKMAN: Into a storage facility.

Janine peeked at them.

WALTER PECK: And would this storage facility be located on these premises?

PETER VENKMAN: Yes.

WALTER PECK: And may I see this storage facility?

PETER VENKMAN: No.

WALTER PECK: And why not, Mr. Venkman?

Peck turned to Peter.

PETER VENKMAN: Because you did not use the magic word.

Peck pulled up one of the chairs and sat.

WALTER PECK: What is the magic word, Mr. Venkman?

Peter was shocked.

PETER VENKMAN: "Please."

Peck sneered.

WALTER PECK: May I please see the storage facility, Mr. Venkman?

PETER VENKMAN: Why do you want to see the storage facility?

Peck's demeanor changed.

WALTER PECK: Well, because I'm curious. I want to know more about what you do here. Frankly. There've have been a lot of wild stories in the media and we want to assess for any possible environmental impact from your operation. For instance, the presence of noxious, possibly hazardous waste chemicals in your basement. Now, you either show me what is down there or I come back with a court order.

PETER VENKMAN: You go get a court order, [Peter stood] and I'll sue your ass for wrongful prosecution.

Peck stood up and was face-to-face with Peter.

WALTER PECK: You can have it your way, Mr. Venkman.

Meanwhile, down in the basement, Egon revealed his alarming findings.

EGON SPENGLER: I'm worried, Ray. It's getting crowded in there. And all my recent data points to something big on the horizon.

Winston took a cigarette. Ray lit his cigarette then held a light for Winston.

WINSTON ZEDDEMORE: What do you mean, "big"?

EGON SPENGLER: Well, let's say this Twinkie represents the normal amount of psychokinetic energy in the New York area. According to this morning's sample, it would be a Twinkie 35 feet long weighing approximately 600 pounds.

Ray coughed hard.

WINSTON ZEDDEMORE: That's a big Twinkie.

Egon nodded and took a bite of the Twinkie. Peter came down the stairs.

RAY STANTZ: We could be on the verge of a four-fold crossrip... a PKE surge of incredible, even dangerous proportions.

Peter walked over to the Containment Unit.

PETER VENKMAN: We just had a visit from the Environmental Protection Agency. How's the grid holding up?

RAY STANTZ: Not good.

Winston gestured from Peter to Egon.

WINSTON ZEDDEMORE: Tell him about the Twinkie.

Peter turned to them and was concerned.

PETER VENKMAN: What about the Twinkie?

In the evening, lightning struck the Shandor Building. A horse drawn carriage pranced through Central Park on Terrace Drive and West Drive near the top of Sheep Meadow and bottom of Strawberry Field.

On the roof of the Shandor Building, the Terror Dog statue on the right began to crumble. The left front claws were revealed. The red eyes of the real creature inside began to show.

Dana Barrett looked up in the elevator as the doors opened on her floor. She popped something in her mouth from a paper bag and tried to sneak past Louis Tully's door. He popped out to greet her. He held a Perrier. A snippet from "Hot Night" played.

LOUIS TULLY: Oh, Dana, it's you.

DANA BARRETT: Hello, Louis.

LOUIS TULLY: You gotta come in here. You're missing a classic party.

DANA BARRETT: Yes, well, I would, Louis, but I have a date.

Louis was shocked. He walked up to her. His door closed.

LOUIS TULLY: You made a date... tonight?

DANA BARRETT: Well, I'm-I'm-I'm sorry, Louis. I forgot.

She walked away looking guilty. There was a pause.

LOUIS TULLY: Well, that's okay. You can bring him along.

Dana's guilt vanished and she grinned.

DANA BARRETT: All right. Maybe we'll stop by, okay?

She went into her apartment.

LOUIS TULLY: That's great, I'll tell everybody you're coming. We're gonna play Twister, we're gonna do some break dancing. Hey, ev--

Louis realized he was locked out yet again.

LOUIS TULLY: Hey, let me in! It's Louis! Somebody let me in!

Dana ate, placed her bag down, took off her scarf and outer wear. She turned on a lamp and took a shoe off. The phone rang.

DANA BARRETT: Hello? Oh, hi Mom. - I've been busy. [She took off her other shoe] Well... Uh, no, everything is fine. Yeah. [She slid her outer pants off, revealing her blue leggings] No, just that one time. Oh, I am. I will. I won't. Mom, um, I have to go. I have a date. Yes. No, no one you know. It's, um, Well, he's a-he's a Ghostbuster. Those guys on TV. Yes, well, I'll have to let you know. Okay. Love to Dad. Right. Bye. Bye.

She hung up and exhaled. She sat back. A Terror Dog's head pressed against the kitchen door from the inside. A growl caught her attention.  She stared

DANA BARRETT: Oh shit.

Suddenly, a hairy dog-like arm shot out of her armchair and grabbed her. She screamed. Another shot out of the sofa and covered her mouth. Another held her leg down. The armchair swiveled around to face the kitchen. The door opened. Zuul, the Terror Dog, growled. The chair sped off and rushed towards the kitchen. The door closed behind her.

On the roof, the two Terror Dog statues were in pieces.

Louis was in his kitchen. A woman approached him.

Music from "Disco Inferno" played.

WOMAN AT PARTY: Do you have any Excedrin or Extra Strength Tylenol?

Louis wiped a dish, placed it down, then opened a cabinet above him.

LOUIS TULLY Gee, I think all I got is this acetylsalicylic acid. Generic. See, I can get six hundred tablets of that for the same price as three hundred of the name brand. [She unscrewed the top. He opened his fridge] That makes good financial sense. Good advice. [Louis placed another dish at the table] Hey, this is real smoked salmon from Nova Scotia, Canada, $24.95 a pound. It only cost me $14.12 after tax, though. I'm giving this whole thing as a promotional expense. That's why I invited clients instead of friends. You having a good time, Marv? [Louis walked to a cluster of people] How ya doing? Why don't you have some of the Brie? It's at room temperature. You think it's too warm in here for the Brie?

A tall woman stood up in front of him.

TALL WOMAN AT PARTY: Louis, I'm going home.

LOUIS TULLY: Oh, don't leave yet. Listen, maybe if we start dancing, other people will join in.

TALL WOMAN AT PARTY: Okay.

They danced as the 'Burn, Baby, Burn' chorus played, but the doorbell rang.

LOUIS TULLY: Oh, don't move. I just gotta get the door.

Louis opened the door to reveal Ted and Annette Fleming.

LOUIS TULLY: Ted! Annette!

ANNETTE: Hi!

LOUIS TULLY: Glad you could come. How you doing? Give me your coats. Everybody, this is Ted and Annette Fleming.

ALL: Hi.

ANNETTE: Hi. How are you?

LOUIS TULLY: Ted has a small carpet-cleaning business in receivership. Annette's drawing a salary from a deferred bonus from two years ago. They've got fifteen thousand left on the house at eight percent.

Louis opened his bedroom door. Vinz Clortho was atop his bed. Louis had not seen him and threw Ted and Annette's coats on top of Vinz Clortho's head.

LOUIS TULLY: So they're okay! So, does anybody want to play Parcheesi?

There was a growl. Louis was amused. The neighbor at the elevator from Chapter 6 ate from a Fritos bag.

LOUIS TULLY: Okay! Who brought the dog?

Vinz Clortho smashed the bedroom door and landed on the the table, sending it to the ground. Party guests screamed. The Tall Woman jumped out the window. A man shielded his face with a chair. Louis ran out the door.
Vinz followed him with his head.

Vinz Clortho smashed through the front door, right into the door across the hall and bounced off. Louis frantically pushed the elevator button. The doors opened. He ran into elevator. Louis's neighbor, an elderly woman, stepped out of her apartment. She saw Vinz.

LOUIS'S NEIGHBOR: Ah!

She scurried back inside.

Night. Louis ran out the Shandor Building.

LOUIS TULLY: Help! There's a bear loose in my apartment! Help! Help!

Louis ran across the street. Cars honked at him. He jumped and climbed over a wall into Central Park.

LOUIS TULLY: Help!

A couple spoke with the Doorman

DOORMAN: A bear in his apartment.

MAN: What?

Vinz Clortho ran out the building. He knocked the Doorman over. The man clutched the woman with him. Vinz ran across the street. A taxi braked in the left lane. Vinz hopped over the wall into Central Park.

Louis Tully ran through Central Park.

LOUIS TULLY: I'm going to bring this up at the next tenant's meeting. There's not supposed to be any pets in the building.

Louis came upon the Tavern on the Green. He went up the steps, stopped at a statue and turned, then ran up to windows. He banged once on the window. He ran to door. It was locked.

LOUIS TULLY: Let me in. There's gotta be in a way in here. I gotta get-- [Louis knocked a white chair down, then doubled back and hopped over some brush, and banged on the window] Please, somebody, let me in!

Louis kept on screaming, then turned his head around then his whole body. His back pressed against the window. Vinz Clortho caught up to him.

LOUIS TULLY: Nice doggie. Cute little pooch. Maybe I got a Milk-Bone.

Vinz Clortho growled. Louis screamed in terror.

LOUIS TULLY: Ahhhhhh!!!!!!

The restaurant guests turned towards Louis. Louis slid down to the ground. The restaurant guests were quiet for a couple of seconds, then resumed their conversations. The music restarted.

Night. Peter stepped out of a yellow taxi cab with flowers. Police officers took statements from witnesses outside the Shandor Building.

PETER VENKMAN: Hey, what happened?

A police officer standing with the Doorman and the neighbor from Chapter 6 looked up at Peter.

POLICEMAN AT APARTMENT: Some moron brought a cougar to a party, and it went berserk.

Peter walked towards the door. The Doorman stepped over and opened them.

PETER VENKMAN: Hi, I'm going up to Dana Barrett's.

The Doorman nodded and showed him in.

PETER VENKMAN: Okay.

Peter stepped out into the hall of the twenty second floor, turned his head left, walked down the hall, and looked in Louis' apartment. Louis' guests gave their statements to officers inside.

WOMAN: T-u-l-l-y.

The police officer turned and looked at Peter. Peter turned and continued walking.

WOMAN: No!

MAN OFF-SCREEN: He ran out!

Peter knocked on Dana's door in a rhythmic pattern.

PETER VENKMAN: Hello?

Dana was possessed by Zuul. Eerie music played. She had wild hair and wore a bright orange dress.

PETER VENKMAN: That's a different look for you, isn't it?

DANA BARRETT: Are you the Keymaster?

PETER VENKMAN: Not that I know of.

She slammed the door in his face. He tried to look through peephole then he knocked again.

DANA BARRETT: Are you the Keymaster?

PETER VENKMAN: Yes.

Peter made his way inside Dana's apartment.

PETER VENKMAN: I'm a friend of his. He told me to meet him here. I didn't get your name.

DANA BARRETT: I am Zuul. I am the Gatekeeper.

PETER VENKMAN: Oh.

The glass case was dripping with Ectoplasm. The kitchen door looked charred.

PETER VENKMAN: What are we doing today, Zuul?

DANA BARRETT: We must prepare for the coming of Gozer.

Dana got on the bed.

PETER VENKMAN: Gozer, huh?

DANA BARRETT: The Destructor.

Peter walked to doorway.

PETER VENKMAN: Are we still going out? You know, you could pick up the place if you're expecting someone.

Dana sat up against the headboard.

DANA BARRETT: Do you want this body?

PETER VENKMAN: Is this a trick question? I guess the roses worked, huh?

DANA BARRETT: Take me now... sub-creature.

PETER VENKMAN: We never talk any more.

Dana grabbed him and pulled him down on the bed.

PETER VENKMAN: Easy. Easy. I make it a rule never to get involved with possessed people. [She kissed him] Actually, it's more of a guideline than a rule. You know, I can --

He rolled them over.

DANA BARRETT: I want you inside me.

Peter chuckled.

PETER VENKMAN: Go ahead. No, I can't. Sounds like you got at least two people in there already.

Peter broke away and went off the bed.

PETER VENKMAN: Might be a little crowded. Come on, I-- why don't you [She sat up] just quit trying to upset and disturb [He fixed her skirt and covered her legs] Dr. Venkman and just relax. [He pushed her back down on her back] Lie down there. Relax. Put your hands on your chest. What I'd really like to do is talk to Dana. I wanna talk to Dana. Dana, it's Peter.

DANA BARRETT: There is no Dana. There is only Zuul.

PETER VENKMAN: Whoa, Zuulie, you nut. Now come on. Come on, I want to talk to Dana. Dana. Just relax. Come on. Dana. Dana. Can I talk to Dana?
Dana smiled a vicious smile. The deep scary voice of Zuul emanated from her.

ZUUL: There is no Dana, only Zuul.

PETER VENKMAN: What a lovely singing voice you must have. Now I'm going to count to three, Zuulie, and if I don't get to talk to Dana, there's gonna to be some real trouble in this apartment, I think. One. [Dana's eyes fluttered and turned white] Two. [She turned her head side to side] Two and a half.

The voice of Zuul screamed. Dana rose above the bed. Peter took it all in and slowly stood up. She turned over to face the bed. Peter peered up at her as he sat.

PETER VENKMAN: Please come down.

Zuul suddenly roared. He recoiled.

Night. Louis Tully emerged from the southern part of Central Park at the Merchant's Gate and entered Columbus Circle.

LOUIS TULLY: I am the Keymaster.

A woman shrieked "Ah!" A man held her as Louis scampered by. A young couple left some money for the street performers at the U.S.S. Maine National Monument. One man danced to the calypso music as the others played their steel drum instruments.

LOUIS TULLY: The Destructor is coming. The Traveler. The Destroyer.

He paused near the performers and looked around. A horse was heard nearby. Louis perked up.

LOUIS TULLY: Gatekeeper.

Louis approached a white horse attached to a coach and started talking to it.

LOUIS TULLY: I am Vinz. Vinz Clortho, Keymaster of Gozer, Volguus Zildrohar, Lord of the Sebouillia. Are you the Gatekeeper?

COACHMAN: Hey, he pulls the wagon, I make the deals. You want a ride?

Louis's eyes flared red. He was possessed by Vinz Clortho. The coachman was surprised. The horse turned and looked at Louis. His eyes returned to normal. Louis leaned in closer to the horse.

LOUIS TULLY: Wait for the sign. Then all prisoners will be released.

Louis ran off, plowing right through a woman's bags as she looked in a trash can. She yelled at him.

LOUIS TULLY: You will perish in flame, you and all your kind! Gatekeeper!

COACHMAN: What an asshole.

A police sergeant knocked on the front door. Janine Melnitz answered the door.

JANINE MELNITZ: Dropping off or picking up?

POLICE SERGEANT: Dropping off.

JANINE MELNITZ: Just a moment.

Janine closed the inner door. A paddy wagon was parked outside the Firehouse. A short time later, Egon Spengler came outside with Janine.

POLICE SERGEANT: You a Ghostbuster?

EGON SPENGLER: Yes.

POLICE SERGEANT: We picked up this guy, now we don't know what to do with him. Bellevue doesn't want him and I'm afraid to put him in the lock-up. And I know you guys are into this stuff, so I figured we'd check
with you.

EGON SPENGLER: All right.

They walked over to the rear of the paddy wagon. Louis was in the van in a straight jacket.

LOUIS TULLY: Are you the Gatekeeper?

Egon scanned Louis with the P.K.E. Meter and watched as the readings quickly surged. Egon turned it off and turned to the sergeant.

EGON SPENGLER: You'd better bring him inside.

The sergeant nodded. Janine wrapped around one of his arms as they walked back to the Firehouse. The officer inside and the sergeant lifted him out of the van as he stood in place.

JANINE MELNITZ: You are so kind to take care of that man. You know, you're a real humanitarian.

EGON SPENGLER: I don't think he's human.

Janine turned her head to look at Louis as they entered the Firehouse.

Egon interviewed Louis on the second floor. Louis was hooked up to Aura-Video Analyzer. The helmet he wore was once a normal colander. The screen showed the image of a Terror Dog. Egon stared at the screen and turned it off.

EGON SPENGLER: What did you say your name was?

LOUIS TULLY: Vinz Clortho, Keymaster of Gozer.

JANINE MELNITZ: [She looked at Louis's wallet] According to this, his name's Louis Tully. Lives on Central Park West.

Janine held the wallet out to Egon. He took it and looked at it. Louis mimicked Egon and also extended his arm to take it.

JANINE MELNITZ: Do you want some, uh, coffee, Mr. Tully?

LOUIS TULLY: Do I?

EGON SPENGLER: Yes, have some.

LOUIS TULLY: Yes, have some.

There was a lot of drinks and food on the dining table. A Wise Chips bag, a Perrier bottle, and a TaB can. Janine made a face and walked over to the kitchen area. Egon placed the wallet in a coat pocket and sat down.

EGON SPENGLER: Vinz, you said before you were waiting for a sign. What sign are you waiting for?

LOUIS TULLY: Gozer the Traveler! He will come in one of the pre-chosen forms. During the Rectification of the Vuldronaii, the Traveler came as a large and moving Torb. [Egon looked towards Janine] Then, during the Third Reconciliation of the Last of the Meketrex Supplicants, they chose a [Janine looked back at Egon] new form for him, that of a giant Sloar! Many Shubs and Zulls knew what it was to be roasted in the depths of a Sloar that day, I can tell you.

On the counter were boxes of Sunshine Hi-Ho crackers, Uncle Ben's, Lays Potato Chips, Honey Oat cereal, Multi Grain cereal at the end. More articles about the Ghostbusters were posted all around.

JANINE MELNITZ: Egon?

Janine gestured him to come over. The Cheez Its box was on the table near Egon.

EGON SPENGLER: Excuse me.

Egon walked over to Janine.

JANINE MELNITZ: There's something very strange about that man.

Louis sniffed a clear jar of popcorn as he rotated it.

JANINE MELNITZ: Listen, I'm usually very psychic, and I have a terrible feeling that something awful is gonna to happen to you.

Louis wiped his left cheek with a pizza slice.

JANINE MELNITZ: I'm afraid you're going to die.

Janine went into Egon's arms. He looked up and placed his right arm around her. The phone rang. Louis jumped and looked around.

EGON SPENGLER: I'll get it.

Egon picked up the phone. Louis picked up the rest of the phone. Egon took it from him.

EGON SPENGLER: Hello?

PETER VENKMAN: [His voice came through the phone] Egon, it's Peter.

EGON SPENGLER: Thanks, I've got it.

PETER VENKMAN: I have some news from the world of Gozer.

Dana was asleep but panting hard.

EGON SPENGLER: [His voice came through the phone] What is it, Peter?

Drawers were opened and clothes were all over the place.

PETER VENKMAN: I'm here with Dana Barrett. It seems the Goz has been putting some moves on my would-be girlfriend.

EGON SPENGLER: [His voice came through the phone] How is she?

PETER VENKMAN: I think we can get her a guest shot on Wild Kingdom. I just whacked her up with about 300 cc's of Thorazine.

Peter was sitting on the floor of Dana's bedroom. His coat jacket was off and his sleeves were rolled up to his elbows.

PETER VENKMAN: She's gonna take a little nap now, but, uh, she says she's the Gatekeeper. Does that make any sense to you?

EGON SPENGLER: Some. I just met the Keymaster. He's here with me now.

Louis lifted up the coffee pot. To the left was a small Folgers Coffee jar. Louis took a drink.

PETER VENKMAN: Oh, wonderful. We have to get these two together.

Louis with his mouth full, made an odd but cheery face at them. Janine was now sitting next to Egon.

EGON SPENGELER: I think that would be extraordinarily dangerous.

PETER VENKMAN: Okay, well, hold on to him. I'll be there in a little while.

EGON SPENGLER: Good.

Egon placed the phone back on the receiver. Louis walked over and gave Egon a frying pan.

EGON SPENGLER: Thank you, Vinz.

Egon turned to Janine.

EGON SPENGLER: We have to find Ray. I need him here immediately.

Louis picked up a lamp and gave it to Egon.

Peter held Dana's left wrist and checked her pulse.

PETER VENKMAN: Bad news, honey, I gotta go to work. Hey, will you stay here in bed until I get back?

Peter kissed her left shoulder.

Ecto-1 drove through the FDR Drive Service Road East/Marginal Road, between Avenue C Loop/E. 18th Street & East 20th Street. Winston was driving. Ray was studying blueprints in the front passenger seat. Both
were smoking.

WINSTON ZEDDEMORE: Hey, Ray, do you believe in God?

RAY STANTZ: Never met him.

WINSTON ZEDDEMORE: Yeah, well, I do. And I love Jesus' style.

RAY STANTZ: This roof cap is made of a magnesium-tungsten alloy.

WINSTON ZEDDEMORE: What are you so involved in there?

Ray reached for the Michelob can on the dash.

RAY STANTZ: These are the blueprints for the structural ironwork in Dana Barrett's apartment building, and they're very, very strange.

WINSTON ZEDDEMORE: Hey, Ray, do you remember something [Ray drank] in the Bible about the last days, when the dead would rise from the grave?

RAY STANTZ: I remember Revelation 7:12. And I looked, as he opened the sixth seal. And behold, there was a great earthquake. And the sun became as black as sackcloth. And the moon became as blood.

WINSTON ZEDDEMORE: And the seas boiled. And the skies fell.

RAY STANTZ: Judgment Day.

WINSTON ZEDDEMORE: Judgment Day.

RAY STANTZ: Every ancient religion has its own myth about the end of the world.

Ray placed his cigarette back in his mouth.

WINSTON ZEDDEMORE: Myth? Ray, has it ever occurred to you that maybe the reason we've been so busy lately is because the dead have been rising from the grave?

Ray paused and looked at him.

RAY STANTZ: How about a little music?

WINSTON ZEDDEMORE: Yeah.

Ecto-1 drove across the Manhattan Bridge. A tune played. Sunrise was coming.

The next morning, a police car from the First Precinct and a Con Edison van followed by a red car drove up to sidewalk outside the Firehouse. The man in a coat turned to look at them then continued walking past the Firehouse. Walter Peck walked towards the cars. The driver of the red car, a bald man in a business suit, got out and walked over then handed Peck a manila envelope. A couple walking past the Firehouse got nervous and kept walking. A Con Edison worker and a police captain got out of their respective vehicles. Inside the Firehouse, Janine was making coffee in a dedicated area near the lockers. The Police Captain stepped in through an inner door on the front door followed by the Con Edison worker and Peck. The Con Edison worked closed the inner door.

WALTER PECK: This way.

They walked on. The Con Edison worker looked up at everything and lost pace with them. Janine cut them off.

JANINE MELNITZ: Excuse me. [Janine held out her left hand to stop but they kept walking] Excuse me. Just where do you think you're going?

WALTER PECK: Stand aside, miss, or I'll have you arrested for interfering with a police offi-

JANINE MELNITZ: Oh no, hold on. I've seen TV, I know you can't come in here without a warrant, a writ or something.

Walter Peck raised the manila envelope.

WALTER PECK: Cease and Desist All Commerce order. Seizure of Premises and Chattels. Ban on the Use of Public Utilities for Non-Licensed Waste Handlers, and a Federal Entry and Inspection order.

They continued on. Janine stared.

Egon Spengler looked through parts on a shelf in the basement. Louis Tully was with him.

EGON SPENGLER: Vinz, there's one more test I'd like to perform bef-

Peck, the police captain, and the Con Edison man came down the stairs. Janine ran down the steps after them and beat the Con Edison man.

JANINE MELNITZ: Egon. I tried to stop them. He says they have a warrant.

Egon held out his right arm. Louis mimicked him.

EGON SPENGLER: Excuse me, this is private property.

Peck ignored him and pointed at the Containment Unit and the panels.

WALTER PECK: Shut this off. Shut these all off.

EGON SPENGLER: I'm warning you. [Egon pointed his left index finger at them] Turning off these machines would be extremely hazardous.

Louis mimicked Egon and pointed, too.

WALTER PECK: I'll tell you what's hazardous. You're facing federal prosecution for at least half a dozen environmental violations. Now either you shut off these beams or we shut them off for you.

Peter paid the driver of a yellow taxi cab outside the Firehouse. A police officer leaning on the squad car watched. Peter noticed the vehicles parked by the entrance. Back in the basement, Egon, Janine, and Louis were
now planted in front of the control panels.

EGON SPENGLER: Try to understand. This is a high voltage laser containment system. Simply turning it off would be like dropping a bomb on the city.

WALTER PECK: Don't patronize me. I'm not grotesquely stupid like the people you bilk.

The Con Edison man stared at the Containment Unit. Peter Venkman came down the stairs. He softly patted the police captain on the back. The captain turned his head to Peter.

PETER VENKMAN: At ease, officer. I'm Peter Venkman. I think there's just been a slight misunderstanding and I wanna to cooperate in any way that I can.

WALTER PECK: Forget it, Venkman. You had your chance to cooperate, but you thought it'd be more fun to insult me. Well, now it is my turn, wise ass.

EGON SPENGLER: He wants to shut down the protection grid, Peter.

Louis looked at Egon with a slight grin.

PETER VENKMAN: You shut that thing down and we are not going to be held responsible [Peter and Peck spoke at the same time] for whatever happens.

WALTER PECK: On the contrary. You're going to be held responsible.

PETER VENKMAN: No, we won't be held responsible.

WALTER PECK: Shut it off! Archibald.

Peck walked to the Con Edison man.

PETER VENKMAN: Don't shut it off. [Con Edison man turned to Peter and Peter pointed his right index at the Containment Unit] I'm warning you.

CON EDISON MAN: I - I've never seen anything like this before. I don't know -

WALTER PECK: Yeah, I'm not interested in your opinion. Just shut it off.

With unease on his face, he turned to walk to the control panels. Peter got in the Con Edison Man's face.

PETER VENKMAN: My friend, don't be a jerk.

The police captain leaned in and made space between the two.

POLICE CAPTAIN: Step aside.

WALTER PECK: If he does that again, you can shoot him.

Peck pointed. The captain pointed back.

POLICE CAPTAIN: You do your job, pencil neck. Don't tell me how to do mine.

PETER VENKMAN: Thank you, officer.

WALTER PECK: Shut it off!

The Con Edison man looked at Peck then the captain then at Peck again. Peter looked over to Egon. The Con Edison Man went to the control panels. Egon stepped away and mimed an explosion with his fingers and mouthed "Boom." Peter, Egon, and Janine made their way to the stairs. Louis watched the Con Edison Man up close. The Con Edison Man pulled a gray lever down. The lights dimmed and several alarms went off. The red light above the Containment Unit flashed.

Dana Barrett started panting faster on her bed.

The D.C. Microamperes gauge plummeted from 100 to 0. The Con Edison Man, police captain, and Peck looked around.

CON EDISON MAN: Oh shit.

The walls of the basement rumbled. Peck backed away. Steam erupted from between the bricks. The Con Edison Man ran. Louis was thrilled. Everyone ran for it. Bricks popped out of their place.

EGON SPENGLER: Clear the building!

Louis ran out last. Sparks and smoke poured out of the front doors. The roof exploded. People around the area paused and looked at the Firehouse.

Dana suddenly jolted awake.

A pink beam of psychokinetic energy streamed out of the hole in the Firehouse's roof. People ran off. Peter shielded his face.

PETER VENKMAN: Whoa!

LOUIS TULLY: This is it. This is the sign.

He walked past Janine.

JANINE MELNITZ: Yeah, it's a sign, all right. We're going out of business.

Ecto-1 drove up with its siren on. A crowd gathered behind the police barricades at N. Moore and Varick. Ray got out the driver's side. Winston got out of the front passenger side, now in his civies. Police officers ran towards the Firehouse. Louis walked past them down White Street, walking east to West Broadway. Two police cars drove down White Street.

POLICE OFFICER: Hey, aim up there.

Ray hopped over to Peter and Egon by the Con Edison van and red car.

MAN: Hey, officer, what's going on?

RAY STANTZ: What happened?

EGON SPENGLER: The storage facility blew. He shut off the protection grid.

Egon pointed at Peck, who stood by the van.

RAY STANTZ: Oh, great.

WINSTON ZEDDEMORE: That's bad, isn't it?

RAY STANTZ: Yeah. [He nodded]

PETER VENKMAN: Where's the Keymaster?

EGON SPENGLER: Shit.

RAY STANTZ: Who's the Keymaster?

EGON SPENGLER: Oh, come on.

The Ghostbusters were about to take off but Peck, the Police Captain and some police officers barred their way. Fire fighters from 509 had arrived and readied a hose. Peck ran to the Ghostbusters and cut them off.

WALTER PECK: Hold it. I want this man arrested. Captain, these men are in criminal violation of the Environmental Protection Act, and this explosion is a direct result of it.

EGON SPENGLER: Your mother!

Egon lunged forward and grabbed Peck's collar.

POLICE OFFICERS: Come on, hold it! Hold it! Hold it!

Police tried to keep order. The civilians behind the barricade cheered on the scuffle.

PETER VENKMAN: Did you hear what he called me?

One of the buildings across from the Firehouse bore a Stay Puft Marshmallows ad. All the ghosts captured by the Ghostbusters were free again. A snippet of "Magic" played. The streams of P.K.E. flowed over New York City. From a point of view atop the RCA Building, at 30 Rockefeller Plaza between West 49th Street and West 50, the stream clearly flowed uptown from the Firehouse to 550 Central Park West.

Dana stood up.

Louis walked past a subway tunnel entrance at Broadway & Murray Street. He bumped past an African-American man. He was offended but Louis kept walking. Papers flew around. Everyone ran off. The man at the Empire Stakes stand abandoned his post. A ghost flew up from the tunnel and shrieked.

P.K.E. flowed up from the sewer into a taxi cab's exhaust on Madison Avenue, between East 61st and East 62nd Streets. The Businessman in Cab entered the cab.

BUSINESSMAN IN CAB: Columbia Building, 57th Street. I'm in a hurry, so let's not dawdle.

The taxi cab driver resembled a zombie. He accelerated and made a U-turn. Other cars swerved out of his way into the sidewalks. A man dived. He turned onto East 62nd Street. A car swerved into trash and planted trees on a sidewalk to miss him.

Louis looked up at the sky. A vendor freaked out at Rockefeller Center; specifically in front of the McGraw-Hill Building at 1221 Avenue of the Americas. Slimer was inside his hot dog cart and popped his head out with many dogs in his mouth at once. There were Coca Cola, TaB, and Sprite cans on the cart. A Bearded Collie dog looked concerned.

Dana walked out of her bedroom.

Two streams of P.K.E. flowed past buildings.

Louis crossed the street near the WienerWald Austrian Restaurant at 1560 Broadway. He gazed up at the sky.

Dana approached her balcony. The P.K.E. streams flew up along the side of the Shandor Building. Looking out, Dana's view of Central Park included Central Park Loop. The balcony exploded.

Louis paused in Times Square at West 46th Street & 7th Avenue & Broadway. The George M. Cohan statue was in the mid-ground to the left of Louis and the TKTS booth was in the background. Pigeons scattered.

The dust and smoke cleared from the remains of Dana's balcony and living room. She was still standing in the same place from before the explosion. She was unfazed and staring off. Her hair blew in the wind.

The Ghostbusters were incarcerated. Winston Zeddemore stood at the bars.

WINSTON ZEDDEMORE: Hey, guard! Look, I want to make a phone call. I just work with these guys. I wasn't even there.

Inmates looked at Winston. Ray Stantz and Egon Spengler looked over blueprints at a table in the middle of the holding cell.

EGON SPENGLER: The structure of this roof cap is exactly like the kind of telemetry tracker that NASA uses to identify dead pulsars in deep space.

Ray pulled out the blueprints out of his flight suit and laid it over the one Egon was examining.

RAY STANTZ: Cold riveted girders with cores of pure selenium.

Peter Venkman surprised the other inmates curious about Ray and Egon's conversation.

PETER VENKMAN: Everybody getting this so far? So what? I guess they just don't make them like they used to, huh?

Ray slapped the side of Peter's head.

RAY STANTZ: No! Nobody ever made them like this! I mean, the architect was either a certified genius or an aesthetic wacko.

Ray shook his head.

PETER VENKMAN: Ray, for a moment, pretend that I don't know anything about metallurgy, engineering or physics and just tell me what the hell is going on.

Peter looked Ray right in the eyes.

RAY STANTZ: You never studied. [Peter grinned] The whole building is a huge super conductive antenna that was designed and built expressly for the purpose of pulling in and concentrating spiritual turbulence. [Ray lifted
his blueprints off the table and pointed at the one under. Peter was kneeling down looking at them] Your girlfriend lives in the corner penthouse of spook central.

Peter stood back up.

PETER VENKMAN: She's not my girlfriend. I find her interesting because she's a client and because she sleeps above her covers. Four feet above her covers! She barks. She drools. She claws.

The inmates exchanged looks.

EGON SPENGLER: It's not the girl, Peter, it's the building. Something terrible [Ray laid his blueprint back down] is about the enter our world and this building is obviously the door. The architect's name was Ivo Shandor. I
found it in Tobin's Spirit Guide. He was also a doctor. Performed a lot of unnecessary surgery. And then in 1920, he founded a secret society.

PETER VENKMAN: Let me guess. Gozer worshipers.

EGON SPENGLER: Right.

PETER VENKMAN: No studying.

Ray made a face.

EGON SPENGLER: After the First World War, Shandor decided that society was too sick to survive. [The inmates started getting closer to the table again] He wasn't alone. He had close to a thousand followers when he
died. They conducted rituals up on the roof, bizarre rituals intended to bring about the end of the world. And now it looks like it may actually happen.

Peter broke out into song.

PETER VENKMAN: So be good, for goodness sake! Whoa! Somebody's coming!

RAY STANTZ: We have to get out of here.

PETER VENKMAN: Somebody's coming!

RAY STANTZ: We have to get out of here and find a judge or something.

WINSTON ZEDDEMORE: Hey, wait a minute. Hey, hey, hey. Hold it. Now are we actually going to go before a federal judge and say that some moldy Babylonian god is going to drop in on Central Park West and start tearing up the city?

EGON SPENGLER: Sumerian, not Babylonian.

PETER VENKMAN: Yeah, big difference.

WINSTON ZEDDEMORE: No offense, but I gotta get my own lawyer.

JAIL GUARD: Okay, Ghostbusters. The mayor wants to see you guys. The whole island's going crazy. Let's go.

PETER VENKMAN: I gotta split. The mayor wants to rap [Egon folded the blueprint] with me about some things.

Day. People gawked at the Shandor Building on the street. People scrambled out of the building. Police officers escorted some out. Others talked to people. Firefighters gathered up their equipment. Louis Tully stopped and looked across the street at the Shandor Building. He looked up towards the upper levels.

Dana sat on her armchair with her right leg sprawled over the arm rest. What remained of Dana Barrett's apartment was in ruins. Louis came to the front door. It swung open.

LOUIS TULLY: I am the Keymaster.

DANA BARRETT: I am the Gatekeeper.

He walked in. The door closed. She stood up and walked to him. She grabbed him and they passionately kissed. They walked to the former kitchen where a hole in the wall, where the refrigerator was, revealed a new set of stairs that led up to the Temple of Gozer.

Day. The police escorted Ghostbusters to New York City Hall. Reporters and photographers barraged them with questions. A snippet of "Savin' The Day" played.

POLICE OFFICER: Back. Back. Stay back. Stay back.

MAN IN GRAY SUIT: Stay back. Stay back.

The escort kept the reporters off the Ghostbusters as best they could as they walked up the stairs. An old blue banner "Furnishing the Streets: 1902-1922, September 22-November 30, 1983" was still hanging up above the entrance.

The Mayor was holding a conference in his office with his aides and various department heads. They were gathered in front of a map of New York City with several points pinned.

MAYOR: I got a city blowing up, and you guys are not giving me any answers!

POLICE COMMISIONER: All right. We're blocking the bridges, the roads. Ye -

The Mayor's aide entered the office.

MAYOR'S AIDE: The Ghostbusters are here, Mr. Mayor.

The Ghostbusters and officers filed in.

MAYOR: The Ghostbusters. Okay, the Ghostbusters. Hey, and where's this Peck?

WALTER PECK: Peck. I am Walter Peck, sir, and I'm prepared to make a full report. These men are consummate snowball artists. They use sensitive nerve gases to induce hallucinations. People think they're seeing
ghosts. And they call these bozos, who conveniently show up to deal with the problem with a fake electronic light show.

RAY STANTZ: Everything was fine with our system until the power grid was shut off by dickless here.

WALTER PECK: They caused an explosion.

MAYOR: Is this true?

PETER VENKMAN: Yes, it's true. This man has no dick.

Peck lunged at Peter. The police officers stepped in and kept them apart.

POLICE OFFICER: Hey, come on. Knock it off. Hey, break it up! Break it up.

WALTER PECK: All right, all right, all right.

PETER VENKMAN: Well, that's what I heard.

MAYOR: This is City Hall! Now what am I gonna do here, John? What is this?

John, the Fire Commissioner sat down on the couch.

FIRE COMMISIONER: All I know is that was no light show we saw this morning. I've seen every kind of combustion known to man, but this beats the hell out of me.

POLICE COMMISIONER: The walls in the 53rd precinct were bleeding. How do you explain that?

Peck had nothing. The Archbishop entered the office.

ARCHBISHOP: Good afternoon, gentlemen.

MAYOR: Oh, Your Eminence.

The Mayor got out of his chair. The Mayor kissed the Archbishop's ring

ARCHBISHOP: How are you, Lenny?

The Mayor gave the Archbishop a friendly slap on the cheek.

MAYOR: You're looking good, Mike. We're in a real fix, here. What do you think I should do?

ARCHBISHOP: Lenny, officially, the Church will not take any position on the religious implications of these phenomena. Personally, Lenny, I think it's a sign from God. But don't quote me on that.

PETER VENKMAN: I think that's a smart move, Mike.

The Archbishop went to sit.

MAYOR: But I'm not gonna call a press conference and tell everyone to start praying.

The Fire Commissioner and the other official next to him sat back down. The Mayor sat down. Winston stepped forward.

WINSTON ZEDDEMORE: Uh, I'm, uh, Winston Zeddemore, Your Honor. I've only been with the company for a couple of weeks. But I gotta tell you, these things are real. Since I joined these men, I have seen shit that
will turn you white!

The Fire Commissioner face palmed. Winston walked back to his spot. Peter stepped forward.

PETER VENKMAN: Well, you could believe Mr. Pecker.

WALTER PECK: My name is Peck.

PETER VENKMAN: Or you could accept the fact that this city is headed for a disaster of biblical proportions.

MAYOR: Well, what do you mean, "biblical"?

RAY STANTZ: What he means is Old Testament biblical, Mr. Mayor. Real wrath-of-God-type stuff.

PETER VENKMAN: Exactly.

RAY STANTZ: Fire and brimstone coming from the skies! Rivers and seas boiling!

EGON SPENGLER: Forty years of darkness! Earthquakes! Volcanoes!

WINSTON ZEDDEMORE: The dead rising from the grave!

The Mayor stood.

PETER VENKMAN: Human sacrifice. Dogs and cats living together. Mass hysteria!

MAYOR: Enough! I get the point. What if you're wrong?

PETER VENKMAN: If I'm wrong, nothing happens. We go to jail. Peacefully, quietly. We'll enjoy it. But if I'm right, and we can stop this thing... Lenny, you will have saved the lives of millions of registered voters.

The Mayor understood the implications and smiled. The Archbishop also smiled and nodded in approval. Peck came forward.

WALTER PECK: I don't believe you're seriously considering listening to these men.

The Mayor thought. Peter smiled smugly and signaled with his eyes. The Mayor pointed at Peck.

MAYOR: Get him out of here.

Peter waved goodbye to Peck.

PETER: Bye.

WALTER PECK: I'll fix you, Venkman. I'm gonna fix you.

The Mayor's aide and an officer walked him to the door.

PETER VENKMAN: I am going to get you a nice fruit basket. I'm gonna miss him.

Ray stood straight and nodded.

WALTER PECK: All right. All right.

The Mayor turned around from the map and looked at the Ghostbusters.

MAYOR: We got work to do. Now, what do you need from me?

A snippet of "Savin' The Day" played. The Ghostbusters, the National Guard and New York Police Department made preparations at the Manhattan Municipal Building. The National Guard roared in unison as they loaded up in their military vehicles parked on the sidewalk up to the corner by a USA Today stand.

SOLDIER: Get the lead out!

Reporters at the barricades yelled out questions. Police ran to their motorcycles. Agents spoke into walkie-talkies. A reporter and camera man got out in front of the building.
The Ghostbusters waited inside Ecto-1. Peter Venkman leaned out of the front passenger seat.

PETER VENKMAN: Come on, let's run some red lights!

The police escort, motorcycles then squad cars, departed and were followed by Ecto-1. The siren wailed. The streets were cleared of all traffic, but the sidewalks are jam packed with people waving signs and cheered. The National Guard began to depart.

Strange dark clouds gathered in the blue sky above the Shandor Building. People on Central Park's Sheep Meadow could see it. A man on a stretcher was wheeled out of the Shandor Building. Firefighters ran inside. A nun clutched her rosary beads. Priests performed last rites. Women looked up. A group of punk rockers looked up. A group near the Red Cross van held signs urging people to repent like "Repent...for the End is at Hand" or "Are You Ready?", "Repent and Believe", "Repent Now", and "Repent! For the End is Near" National Guardsmen marched past them. Rabbis prayed. People clapped.

Day. The police escort arrived. The Ghostbusters got out of Ecto-1 and started to suit up. Peter addressed the crowd behind the police barricades.

PETER VENKMAN: Hello, New York. Well, hi, everyone!

Peter shook some hands, leaned in for kisses, and gave high fives.

PETER VENKMAN: Hello, everybody! Whoa! [Peter rose Ray's hand high up.] Dr. Ray Stantz, would you please? The heart of the Ghostbusters. [Ray waved] Thank you. They love you. They love you here.

Peter walked down the sidewalk. He shook more hands.

PETER VENKMAN: I like that shirt, friend.

REDHEAD MAN: Ghostbusters! All right!

Ray touched Peter's shoulder. The gurney was pulled out from the back of Ecto-1 by Winston and Egon. Egon took the first Proton Pack off and helped put it on Winston. Ray took the next pack out for Peter.

PETER VENKMAN: Gotta run. Got a date with a ghost. Okay, whatever happens, let's be professionals.

Ray nodded to a National Guardsmen. Agents barked into walkie-talkies. The Ghostbusters assembled in front of the building. Peter pointed at it. They looked up as lightning struck the building. People braced themselves. The wind picked up. The darkness blotted out the Sun.

RAY STANTZ: We might have to put a little overtime in on this one.

A piece of the building fell off. The sidewalk lifted. The street ripped apart and the Ghostbusters fell into a pit that opened up below them. People screamed and fell. The front end of a police car from the 41st Precinct slid down the hole. A water main was ruptured. Then it stopped. The crowd slowly came to its feet and looked around.
Ray was visible and came out of the pit.

CIVILIAN: There they are. There they are.

VARIOUS CIVILIANS: Are you all right? Ghostbusters? Are they all right?

The civilians cheered. The other Ghostbusters climbed out of the pit.

RAY STANTZ: I was in no way prepared for that.

PETER VENKMAN: It's all right. It's all right. We're fine. We can handle it. We can take it. They want to play rough.

VARIOUS CIVILIANS: Ghostbusters! Ghostbusters! Ghostbusters! Ghostbusters! Ghostbusters!

PETER VENKMAN: You wanna play rough?

WINSTON ZEDEMORE: Yeah!

PETER VENKMAN and RAY STANTZ: Let's do it!

Another snippet from "Savin' The Day" played. They huddled up, performed a hand-stack, and went into the Shandor Building.

Some time later, they groaned and panted as they climbed the stairs. There were still many more flights to go. Ray was in the lead then Egon, Winston, and Peter.

PETER VENKMAN: Where are we?

RAY STANTZ: It looks like we're in the teens somewhere.

PETER VENKMAN: Well, when we get to twenty, tell me. I'm gonna throw up.

The psychokinetic atomospheric influence had turned day into night. Meanwhile, up on the roof, Dana Barrett and Louis Tully got up from an altar and went to their respective pedestals. What looked like lightning shot into the structure.

The Ghostbusters reached the twenty-second floor.

RAY STANTZ: Twenty-two. Is this it?

PETER VENKMAN: Yep.

They stepped into the hall.

RAY STANTZ: Oh.

EGON SPENGLER: Art Deco. Very nice.

RAY STANTZ: Where is it?

Ray panted.

PETER VENKMAN: It's at the end of the hall.

Dana and Louis stood on their pedestals and looked up.

Dana's front door fell out its frame and landed on the floor. The hall was littered with things, even a child's Big Wheel. The Ghostbusters walked through what little of the apartment remained. Ray noticed the new set of stairs and pointed at it.

RAY STANTZ: Hey, where do these stairs go?

PETER VENKMAN: They go up.

Peter was about to walk through the passage that was concealed by the wall and refrigerator but lightning went off. Peter motioned everyone to go.

PETER VENKMAN: Okay. Go ahead. Come on. Go ahead. Watch it. Go ahead.

Dana and Louis raised their arms up. Purple lightning passed through them and out of their hands into the structure before them. The huge doors opened and a bright white light peered out. The Ghostbusters reached the
roof and hooked up. They came around to Dana and Louis's side.

PETER VENKMAN: Dana.

The Essex House loomed in the background. Dana and Louis transmogrified into Terror Dogs.

RAY STANTZ: Gah!

PETER VENKMAN: Okay, so she's a dog.

Zuul and Vinz Clortho ran up to the Temple of Gozer inside the structure, just like what Dana saw in her refrigerator.

The Ghostbusters lined up at the foot of the stairs to the Temple of Gozer. The temple doors opened and there was a bright light. Gozer suddenly appeared between Zuul and Vinz Clortho in a pre-chosen form.

RAY STANTZ: It's a girl.

Gozer petted Vinz on the head. He purred.

EGON SPENGLER: It's Gozer.

WINSTON ZEDDEMORE: I thought Gozer was a man.

EGON SPENGLER: It's whatever it wants to be.

PETER VENKMAN: Well, whatever it is, it's gotta get by us!

RAY STANTZ: Right.

PETER VENKMAN: Go get her, Ray!

Ray realized he fell for it. Peter gave him a nod. Ray took several steps up.

RAY STANTZ: Gozer the Gozerian? [Gozer turned to Ray] Good evening. As a duly designated representative of the city, county and state of New York, I order you to cease any and all supernatural activity and return forthwith to your place of origin or to the nearest convenient parallel dimension.

PETER VENKMAN: That ought to do it. Thanks very much, Ray.

GOZER: Are you a god?

Peter nodded "yes" to Ray.

RAY STANTZ: No.

Gozer turned its upper torso and arms back toward the temple.

GOZER: Then... die!

Gozer turned back and fired lightning from its fingertips at the Ghostbusters. They yelled out. Zuul and Vinz watched. They were shot across the roof and barely clung to the edge of the building. The crowd of civilians down
on the street could see the lightning and exclaimed.

WINSTON ZEDDEMORE: Ray, when someone asks you if you're a god, you say, "Yes!"

Ray nodded.

PETER VENKMAN: All right. This chick is toast!

They marched up to the temple side by side. Ray placed his Trap down.

PETER VENKMAN: Got your stick?

They took out their particle throwers.

EGON SPENGLER, RAY STANTZ, WINSTON ZEDDEMORE: Holding!

Gozer crouched down and snarled.

PETER VENKMAN: Heat 'em up!

They switched on the throwers.

RAY STANTZ, EGON SPENGLER, WINSTON ZEDDEMORE: Smoking!

PETER VENKMAN: Make 'em hard!

RAY STANTZ, EGON SPENGLER, WINSTON ZEDDEMORE: Ready!

PETER VENKMAN: Let's show this prehistoric bitch how we do things downtown. Strike!

They fired at Gozer. It growled then double flipped across the air. It landed on the altar outside the structure.

PETER VENKMAN: Nimble little minx, isn't she?

EGON SPENGLER: We better go full stream.

RAY STANTZ: Aim for the flat top!

They blasted her again. Gozer simply vanished.

PETER VENKMAN: Wasn't so hard.

RAY STANTZ: We neutronized it. You know what that means? A complete particle reversal.

WINSTON ZEDDEMORE: And we have the tools. We have the talent!

PETER VENKMAN: It's Milla time!

Peter held out his right hand. Ray and Winston were gleeful and did the hand-stack. Egon looked at a Gamma Rate Meter.

EGON SPENGLER: Ray? This looks extraordinarily bad.

RAY STANTZ: Oh, no.

WINSTON ZEDDEMORE: What?

An earthquake rocked the temple.

EGON SPENGLER: Look out!

Boulders and debris fell. They took cover by the altar. Civilians screamed and ran away to avoid the debris.

The disembodied voice of Gozer made its presence known.

GOZER: Sub-creatures. Gozer the Gozerian, Gozer the Destructor, Volguus Zildrohar, the Traveler has come. Choose and perish.

The Ghostbusters stood up.

RAY STANTZ: What do you mean, "choose"? We don't understand.

GOZER: Choose. Choose the form of the Destructor.

PETER VENKMAN: Oh, I get it. I get it. Ohhh, very cute. Whatever we think of - if we think of J. Edgar Hoover, J. Edgar Hoover will appear and destroy us, okay? So empty your heads. Empty your heads. Don't think of anything. We've only got one shot at this.

GOZER: The choice is made.

PETER VENKMAN: Whoa! Whoa!

GOZER: The Traveler has come!

PETER VENKMAN: Nobody choosed anything. Did you choose anything?

EGON SPENGLER: No!

PETER VENKMAN: Did you?

WINSTON ZEDDEMORE: My mind is totally blank.

PETER VENKMAN: I didn't choose anything!

Peter, Egon, and Winston turned and looked at Ray. Ray took a few steps back.

RAY STANTZ: I couldn't help it. It just popped in there.

PETER VENKMAN: What? What just popped in there?

RAY STANTZ: I - I tried to think -

Stomping and screaming from the streets interrupted Ray.

EGON SPENGLER: Look!

The Ghostbusters ran over to get a better vantage point.

RAY STANTZ: No! It can't be.

PETER VENKMAN: What is it?

RAY STANTZ: It can't be.

WINSTON ZEDDEMORE: What did you do, Ray? Aw, shit!

The Stay-Puft Marshmallow Man marched past some buildings. Only its head could be seen.

RAY STANTZ: It's the Stay Puft Marshmallow Man.

The Stay Puft Marshmallow Man came out from the buildings at 2 Columbus Circle. Cars came to a grinding halt. Cabs rammed into each other. Civilians ran away in terror. Drivers abandoned their cars in the middle of the
street.

PETER VENKMAN: Well, there's something you don't see every day.

RAY STANTZ: I tried to think of the most harmless thing. Something I loved from my childhood. Something that could never, ever possibly destroy us. Mr. Stay Puft.

PETER VENKMAN: Nice thinking, Ray.

RAY STANTZ: We used to roast Stay Puft marshmallows, by the fire at Camp Waconda.

PETER VENKMAN: Ray has gone bye-bye, Egon. What have you got left?

The Stay Puft Marshmallow Man was near the Shandor Building.

EGON SPENGLER: Sorry, Venkman. I'm terrified beyond the capacity for rational thought.

Civilians continued to run in terror. Stay Puft Marshmallow Man growled at the Ghostbusters.

WINSTON ZEDDEMORE: Oh, no.

PETER VENKMAN: Mother pus bucket.

Walter Peck watched as Stay Puft approached 550 Central Park West. He stepped on the Holy Trinity Lutheran Church next door.

PETER VENKMAN: Nobody steps on a church in my town!

RAY STANTZ: One, two, three, roast him.

They blasted down at Stay Puft. They only succeeded in lighting it on fire. The fire soared up to them.

PETER VENKMAN: Whoa...

They ran and crouched down.

RAY STANTZ: Funny, us going out like this. Killed by a hundred-foot marshmallow man.

PETER VENKMAN: We've been going about this all wrong! This Mr. Stay Puft is okay. He's a sailor. He's in New York. We get this guy laid, we won't have any trouble.

Stay Puft climbed up the side of the building.

EGON SPENGLER: I have a radical idea. The door swings both ways. We could reverse the particle flow through the gate.

RAY STANTZ: How?

EGON SPENGLER: We'll cross the streams.

PETER SPENGLER: Excuse me, Egon. You said crossing the streams was bad.

RAY STANTZ: Cross the streams...

PETER VENKMAN: You're gonna endanger us. You're gonna endanger our client, the nice lady who paid us in advance before she became a dog.

EGON SPENGLER: Not necessarily. There's definitely a very slim chance we'll survive.

They exchanged looks. Peter stared at Egon. Egon raised an eyebrow. Peter gave Ray a friendly slap to the face.

PETER VENKMAN: I love this plan. I'm excited to be a part of it. Let's do it.

WINSTON ZEDDEMORE: This job is definitely not worth another eleven-five a year.

They ran to the Temple of Gozer just as Stay-Puft reached the top. Ray narrowly dodged his flaming hand and yelped.

EGON SPENGLER: Hurry!

PETER VENKMAN: See you on the other side, Ray.

Peter opened fire into the Temple of Gozer, past its open doors.

RAY STANTZ: Nice working with you, Dr. Venkman.

Ray fired, too, and they crossed their streams just as the Stay Puft Marshmallow Man's head appeared behind them.

RAY STANTZ: Let's turn 'em on, Spengler!

Egon Spengler and Winston Zeddemore fired.

RAY STANTZ: Cross 'em now, Spengler!

The crossed streams made an odd sound. Stay-Puft saw what was going on and a horrified look came on its face. The four proton streams combined into one big one, blasting right into the temple. An explosion was triggered.

PETER, RAY, EGON, WINSTON: Aggh! Oh, no! Help! It's gonna blow!

PETER VENKMAN: Get out of here!

They ceased fire and ran off. Stay Puft was caught in the blast wave. Stay-Puft blew up, too. Marshmallow residue shot out everywhere. Civilians ran for it as the residue rained down. A firefighter tried to put out some residue on fire with an extinguisher. Walter Peck stood near Ecto-1. He looked up and shielded himself. A large glob of residue fell on him. He screamed and cursed.

The sky cleared. The roof was in ruins. The other dimension was gone. The other side of the building was visible through the structure. The Terror Dogs were statues again. Ray came to in a corner. He was covered in marshmallow residue.

RAY STANTZ: Oh... oh... Winston? Are you all right?

WINSTON ZEDDEMORE: [Winston chuckled] Yeah, yeah.

Winston was also covered in residue.

RAY STANTZ: Venkman? Spengler! Venkman!

Egon groaned. He, too, was covered in residue and stood up from the other side from Ray and Winston.

RAY STANTZ: Spengler. Oh, Spengler, are you okay?

EGON SPENGLER: I feel like the floor of a taxi cab.

RAY STANTZ: Venky!

PETER VENKMAN: Yeah, where are you?

Peter went over to them. He had very little marshmallow residue on him. Winston chuckled.

RAY STANTZ: Oh, thank God. You okay?

EGON SPENGLER: I'm all right.

RAY STANTZ: You all right?

WINSTON ZEDDEMORE: I'm all right. You all right?

RAY STANTZ: Yeah. You okay?

PETER VENKMAN: Fine.

They surveyed the damage and saw a charred Terror Dog statue.

RAY STANTZ: Oh. Smells like barbecued dog hair. Oh... Venkman. Oh, Venkman, I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I just... I just forgot.

Peter was melancholy. He turned and looked at Ray then walked away. Part of the statue's arm chipped off and fingers reached out. The claw fell off. Peter turned around.

DANA BARRETT: Mm...

RAY STANTZ: Look!

The Ghostbusters broke open the statue with their hands. Peter chopped at the arm. Egon and Winston broke off the top part, Ray pulled at the body, and Peter lifted Dana out. Louis, with a Terror Dog statue head on his head, walked around helplessly.

LOUIS TULLY: Somebody turn on the lights! Help! Somebody turn on the lights!

PETER VENKMAN: Go check on that little guy!

Ray, Egon, and Winston ran over to help them. Ray removed the Terror Dog head.

LOUIS TULLY: What happened?

Dana came to.

DANA BARRETT: Oh... oh... oh... where am I?

Dana noticed Peter.

DANA BARRETT: Oh, hi.

EGON SPENGLER: You'll be all right.

Egon and Ray helped Louis out. Louis looked around.

LOUIS TULLY: Boy, the superintendent's gonna be pissed.

They helped him down.

RAY STANTZ: Are you okay?

LOUIS TULLY: Who are you guys?

RAY STANTZ: We're the Ghostbusters.

Louis looked at them.

LOUIS TULLY: Who does your taxes?

Peter led Dana away. Ray, Egon, and Louis started to walk off.

RAY STANTZ: You know, Mr. Tully, you are a most fortunate individual.

LOUIS TULLY: I know.

RAY STANTZ: You have been a participant in the biggest interdimensional crossrip since the Tunguska blast of 1909.

LOUIS TULLY: Felt great.

EGON SPENGLER: We'd like to get a sample of your brain tissue.

LOUIS TULLY: Okay.

Winston threw up his hands and cheered.

WINSTON ZEDDEMORE: I love this town! Ha ha! [He clapped]

A snippet of "Ghostbusters" played. Day had returned. The crowds cheered for the Ghostbusters. Credits started to roll. Dana, in a robe with a floral print, was a little embarrassed. Peter and Dana kissed on the lips. Peter mimicked being overwhelmed. Dana shook the hand of a civilian then walked back to Peter amazed. He gestured her to Ecto-1. Ray smoked a cigarette, now wearing the Ecto-Goggles, and he waved at the crowd. Peter escorted Dana into Ecto-1. A priest blessed Peter. Egon exited the Shandor Building. Janine Melnitz ran into his arms. They hugged.

JANINE MELNITZ: Egon!

EGON SPENGLER: Janine.

She patted his cheeks. They walked to Ecto-1. Louis came outside next, covered in a brown blanket, and waved.

LOUIS TULLY: What's going on? Does anybody wanna interview me? I'm an eyewitness. I was up there.

Two Red Cross employees tried to guide him to their station but Louis calmly protested.

LOUIS TULLY: I wanna go with them, in the car.

He pointed. They escorted him away. The Doorman opened the driver side doors of Ecto-1. Egon helped Winston take off pack then he placed it on Ecto-1's gurney in the back. Ray shook the Doorman's hand. The Doorman got the driver door for Ray and saluted him. The priests did the sign of the cross. The agents directed them. A reporter and camera man backed away as the former spoke into his microphone. Ecto-1 reversed. The reporter tried to get a comment. The crowd parted to let them through. Agents in trench coats spoke into their walkie-talkies. A hare krishna danced. People held up blue T-shirts with their logo on it. Ray checked the back then turned the wheel as he went forward slowly. The siren wailed. Peter high-fived a few from the front passenger seat. As Ecto-1 drove off, the crowd chased after it. Slimer flew above the crowd in the opposite direction, screaming, and right into the camera. Fade to black.

The End

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