INT. FIREHALL KITCHEN -- NIGHT
Stantz and Spengler are eating Chinese food from several take-out
containers. Venkman enters.
STANTZ
How was your date?
VENKMAN
It wasn't a date. It was an investigation.
SPENGLER
Did you see anything?
VENKMAN
Didn't see anything, Didn't get anything.
Nice girl - no ghost. I'm starting to
worry. You said your graph was pointing to
something big. You told me things were
going to start popping.
STANTZ
They will.
VENKMAN
Do you know when that might be? We're on
the brink of a very serious cash-flow problem.
He plucks a garlic shrimp from one of the Chinese food cartons and walks
off disconsolately.
EXT. HOTEL SEDGEWICK -- NIGHT
Two uniformed DOORMEN help people in and out of taxis and limos under the
hotel's elegant awning.
INT. HOTEL -- NIGHT
A "DO NOT DISTURB" sign hangs on the doorknob of Room 1210. Soft music
is heard coming from the room.
INT. ROOM 1210 -- NIGHT
The room is dark but we can hear the sighs and heavy breathing of a man
and woman making love on the bed. The camera PANS across the floor
following a trail of dropped clothing -- a tuxedo jacket and cummerbund,
white satin high heels, a lacy wedding gown, striped tuxedo trousers,
satin ladies underpants, stockings and garters.
BRIDE (V.O.)
Aren't you glad we waited?
GROOM (V.O.)
I don't know. It probably would've been the
same.
BRIDE (V.O.)
(indignant)
Well, thanks a lot.
THE BED
The Groom turns his back to the Bride and pulls the sheet up to his neck.
BRIDE
What are you doing? Are you just going to
roll over and go to sleep?
(he doesn't respond)
I don't believe this.
She switches on the lamp on the nightstand and picks up a magazine.
THE AIR VENT
There is a throbbing shudder as if something powerful was rushing through
the air duct. A hint of yellowy vapor wafts through the grating and into
the room.
THE NIGHTSTAND
The travel clock reads 9:45 P.M. Suddenly there is an audible hiss, then
the glass clockface cracks down the middle with a snap.
THE BRIDE
Startled, she looks at the clock and picks it up to examine it.
BRIDE
Roy? Your clock broke.
GROOM
Nice going, honey. It was brand new.
BRIDE
I didn't break your precious clock, Roy!
He gets up and heads for the bathroom.
BRIDE (CONT'D)
Now where are you going?
GROOM
To the bathroom, where do you think?
BRIDE
(to herself)
Have I done the right thing?
The Groom enters the bathroom and closes the door behind him. The sound
of water running in the sink is heard. Then the Bride hears a sound like
the noise a cat makes when trying to dislodge a hairball from its throat.
BRIDE
(calls out)
Roy? Are you all right?
The noise increases to the level of ten cats with hairballs.
BRIDE
(disgusted)
Hey, sweetheart, will you CUT THAT OUT!!!
GROOM (O.S.)
Uuuuuuugh!!
BRIDE
(getting quite nervous)
What's the matter, dear?
She gets out of bed just as he comes charging out, stuttering in stunned
horror. She goes into the bathroom.
BRIDE (V.O.)
What did you do in here? It smells awful!!
OH ... Oh, no ... Oh, my God.
The Bride runs out of the bathroom into the arms of her husband who is on
the telephone.
GROOM
... right ... It's smelling up the whole
suite ... I don't know ... It's just hanging
off the ceiling ... I've never seen anything
like this ... 1210 ... Quick ...
INT. FIREHALL OFFICE -- NIGHT
Janine turns off the light at her desk. She packs up her purse and puts
on her coat. The phone rings. Janine answers it unenthusiastically.
JANINE
Ghostbusters ... Yes, it is ... Yes, of
course they're serious. You do! You have!
Yes, sir. Well, they're out on another case
now, but if you'll give me the address ...
Don't worry, they'll be totally discreet.
She hits an alarm button and a loud bell starts ringing frantically.
INT. KITCHEN - NIGHT
The alarm sounds and everyone jumps up, scattering takeout cartons.
INT. DORM -- NIGHT
The alarm continues. Everyone enters in haste and scrambles into
jumpsuits. There is much hopping on one leg and bumping into one another.
BRASS POLE
Fully suited, Venkman jumps on and slides down followed quickly by
Spengler. Then Stantz jumps at it but hits it at the wrong angle. He
slowly slides down out of sight with a stunned look on his face.
INT. GARAGE BAY -- EQUIPMENT RACKS -- NIGHT
Everyone pulls throwers, traps, packs and harnesses off the wall.
EXT. FIREHALL -- NIGHT
The garage door slides up and in a blaze of light and screeching tires,
the ambulance squeals out and makes a right turn. The vehicle has been
painted flat black and has been fitted with communication wafers and
antennae. All the original lights have been replaced with purple and
white strobes and the siren has been altered to emit a low, unearthly
moaning The purple and white strobe bars give the car a strange
ultraviolet aura. It rounds the corner and heads up the West Side
Highway.
EXT. HOTEL -- FRONT DOOR -- NIGHT
The black ambulance screeches up to the main entrance, siren blaring.
Emblazoned on the door is the Ghostbusters' new logo. It's the
international symbol of prohibition, a red circle with a diagonal red
stroke across a ghost. The DOORMAN steps forward as Venkman, Stantz and
Spengler leap out of the car. They open up the rear door and remove their
equipment. People on the street stop and gawk.
INT. HOTEL LOBBY -- NIGHT
As the Ghostbusters enter, people turn and stare at their strange
appearance. They all wear matching blue futuristic jumpsuits with proton
packs strapped to their backs. They also wear brushed-metal, flip-down
ecto-visors worn on the head like a welder's mask. Knee and elbow pads
complete their strange outfits.
VENKMAN
He looks ill-at-ease and embarrassed by their outlandish getups as the
HOTEL MANAGER descends on them accompanied by a Slavic MAINTENANCE MAN and
a worried BELL CAPTAIN.
MANAGER
(agitated)
Thank you for coming so quickly. The guests
are starting to ask questions and I'm running
out of excuses.
STANTZ
Has this ever happened before?
MANAGER
Well, most of the original staff knows about
the twelfth floor ... The disturbances, I
mean ... But it's been quiet for years ...
Up until two weeks ago ... It was never ever
this bad, though.
STANTZ
Did you ever report it to anyone?
MANAGER
Heavens, no! The owners don't like us to
even talk about it. I hoped we could take
care of this quietly tonight.
STANTZ
Yes, sir. Don't worry. We handle this kind
of thing all the time.
They cross the lobby to the elevators, attracting lots of curious interest
from the hotel guests.
VENKMAN
A GUEST accosts him while they wait for an elevator.
GUEST
What are you supposed to be?
VENKMAN
Me? We're ... uh ... the exterminators.
Somebody saw a cockroach on the twelfth floor.
The Guest looks at Venkman, noting the heavy proton pack on his back, the
odd-looking particle thrower and flipdown ecto-visor.
GUEST
That's gotta be some cockroach,
VENKMAN
Well, you can't be too careful with those
babies.
The elevator arrives and he gets on with the others.
INT. THE ELEVATOR -- NIGHT
The Ghostbusters look nervous as they ride up the elevator.
STANTZ
I just realized something. We've never had
a completely successful test with any of the
equipment.
SPENGLER
I blame myself.
VENKMAN
So do I.
STANTZ
No sense worrying about it now.
VENKMAN
(doubtful)
Sure. Each of us is wearing an unlicensed
nuclear accelerator on our back. No problem.
The elevator stops at the Twelfth Floor.
INT. TWELFTH FLOOR CORRIDOR -- NIGHT
The elevator doors open and Venkman peeks out into the hall. He steps out
cautiously, followed by the others.
THE END OF THE HALL
A BELLBOY comes around the corner behind them, pushing a room service cart
loaded with dirty dishes.
STANTZ
He hears the rattle of the dishes behind him, whirls and fires a stream of
protons from his wand. Spengler is so keyed up, he too spins and fires
wildly.
THE BELLBOY
He ducks as the particle streams blow the dishes off the cart and scorch
holes in the wall behind him.
VENKMAN
(shouts)
Cease fire!
The Bellboy peeks out from behind the cart.
THE GHOSTBUSTERS
They breathe a sigh of relief.
STANTZ
(to the Bellboy)
Sorry, Buddy!
SPENGLER
We'd better adjust our streams.
He leads them down the hall to Room 1210.
INT. ROOM 1210 -- NIGHT
The Ghostbusters enter trepidatiously and start taking readings.
SPENGLER
(looking at his meters)
Something was definitely here.
VENKMAN
Yeah, I can smell it.
STANTZ
I'm getting high readings near the air
vents. It must be using the duct system to
get around. See, I told you we'd get
something.
VENKMAN
So far all we got is a shit smell on the
twelfth floor and we almost fried a Puerto
Rican bellboy.
STANTZ
All right. Let's cool the negative vibes.
These things can sense them.
They exit the room.
INT. A CORRIDOR -- NIGHT
Spengler makes his way down the hall reading valences at the door to each
room. He knocks on one of the doors, then passes his sensor over the top
of the door and down the jambs. Then he gets on his knees to read the
crack at the bottom of the door. Suddenly the door opens and he looks up
to see a really stunning woman wrapped in a bath towel with another towel
twisted turban-style around her wet hair.
WOMAN
(noting his unusual attire)
Yes?
SPENGLER
(stands up)
Were you recently in the bathroom?
WOMAN
(sarcastic)
What on earth gave you that idea?
SPENGLER
(seriously)
The wet towels, residual moisture on your
lower limbs and hair, the redness in your
cheeks indicating ...
WOMAN
(cutting him off)
You're a regular Sherlock Holmes. Now what
do you want?
SPENGLER
When you were in the bathroom, did you
notice anything that was yellow and
unusually smelly?
She slams the door in his face. Spengler shrugs and moves on.
INT. ANOTHER CORRIDOR -- SAME TIME
Stantz moves down the hall checking PKE valences.
HIS PKE METER
The needle jumps into the red.
STANTZ
He alerts Spengler through the walkie-talkie headset he wears.
STANTZ
(hushed)
Egon! I got something. I'm moving in.
Slowly and cautiously, he turns the corner at the end of the hall.
Suddenly, he sees the object of their search and freezes.
STANTZ
(frightened)
Yaaaaaaaaah!
STANTZ' POV
The vapor is hunched over a room service cart loaded with dirty dishes.
It hangs there, translucent, foul, yellow, feeding off table scraps and
leftover beverages, knocking dishes off the cart and scattering refuse.
It looks like a misshapen potato with a pushed-in face and spindly arms.
SPENGLER
(over the walkie-talkie)
Ray! Where are you? Are you all right?
STANTZ
(amazed)
God, it's ugly!
THE VAPOR
It raises a half-empty bottle of wine to its gaping maw and chugs down the
liquid. The wine is visible as it pours down his gullet and passes
through his system, finally spilling through his body onto the floor.
STANTZ
He edges closer.
STANTZ
(whispers into his head
set)
I'm moving in. I don't think it's seen me
yet.
THE VAPOR
It crams some leftovers into its mouth and belches loudly.
STANTZ
He is growing increasingly more disgusted as the initial fear leaves him.
STANTZ
Ugh! What a slob! I'm going to take him.
(shouts at the vapor)
Freeze, Potato-Face!
He fires his particle thrower at the vapor.
THE VAPOR
It dodges Stantz' first shot and the ion stream tears away fifty feet of
wallpaper in a searing ricochet. Then the vapor flies off down the hall,
pulling the room service cart along in its wake.
STANTZ
He chases it down the hall, shouting into his headset.
STANTZ
He's getting away!
THE VAPOR
It reaches the end of the corridor but instead of turning, it passes right
through the solid wall. The room service cart crashes into the wall,
smashing dishes and sending the debris flying.
INT. A HOTEL ROOM -- NIGHT
A MAN is just pulling the plastic bag off his recently dry-cleaned white
dinner jacket when the noxious vapor comes shooting through the wall. It
blows right over him with a great rush of stinking wind and exits through
the air vent.
THE MAN
He looks at the air vent then back at his dinner jacket which has turned
several shades of sickly yellow and brown.
INT. A CORRIDOR -- NIGHT
Venkman is alone in a long hallway. He leans against the wall, clearly
not taking any of this seriously. He hauls on a cigarette and mutters to
himself.
VENKMAN
This bites it. I actually work for a
company called Ghostbusters.
Suddenly from the end of the hallway comes the sound of rattling dishes
and silverware, accompanied by footsteps. Venkman's PKE meter beeps and a
red light winks on.
VENKMAN (CONT'D)
(into the walkie-talkie)
Ray -- Something's here.
STANTZ (O.S.)
(crackling over the
communicator)
Where are you, Pete?
VENKMAN
(backing away)
Third floor. Get down here,
STANTZ
Sit tight. I'm on my way.
VENKMAN
Well, hurry up.
(checks his meter)
The needle's going wild.
VENKMAN'S POV
A room service cart sails past along a perpendicular hallway and rolls out
of sight. Then immediately behind it comes a reeking yellow haze. It is
the vapor. It doesn't follow the cart but instead makes the turn at the
end of the hall and hovers there, apparently looking at Venkman.
VENKMAN
He's scared now.
VENKMAN
(into his head set)
It's here, Ray. It's looking at me.
STANTZ
(on the radio)
Don't move. It won't hurt you.
VENKMAN
How do you know?
STANTZ
I don't know. I'm just guessing.
Venkman sees the vapor start down the hall toward him.
VENKMAN
(panicking)
Well, I think you guessed wrong. Here he
comes!
THE VAPOR
It flies down the hall toward Venkman.
INT. STAIRWELL -- SAME TIME
Stantz runs downstairs taking them three at a time as Venkman is heard
screaming over the radio.
VENKMAN
(screaming)
Veeaaaaaahh!
INT. THIRD FLOOR
Stantz comes running around the corner and sees Venkman flat on his back,
flailing his arms and legs frantically, Sickening, yellow-green ectofluid
covers his head and chest.
VENKMAN
Aagghh -- aaaggghh -- uhh -- uhh -- It slimed
me! It slimed me!
Suddenly Spengler's voice crackles over the communicator.
SPENGLER (V.O.)
Ray! It's here! It just went into the
Banquet Room on the third floor.
Stantz helps Venkman to his feet and they rush off.
INT. BANQUET ROOM -- NIGHT
The Ghostbusters enter a large dark room with a high, ornately-corniced
ceiling and a crystal chandelier hanging in the center.
STANTZ
Visors down. Full stream.
They flip down their visors and scan the room.
STANTZ
He peruses the room but sees nothing. He looks up and scans the ceiling.
A form flits behind a carved beam.
STANTZ
There! On the ceiling!
(the others look)
Come on down here, you slug!
Stantz drops to one knee and fires at the vapor.
THE CEILING
The vapor dodges as the beam blasts a sizable chunk of plaster out of the
ceiling and destroys half the crystal chandelier.
VENKMAN
He fires at it, too, wasting the rest of the chandelier but the vapor
dodges away. They are both ready to start blazing away again when
Spengler stops them.
SPENGLER
(urgently)
Wait! Wait! There's something I forgot to
tell you.
VENKMAN
What?
SPENGLER
(emphatic)
Don't cross the beams.
VENKMAN
Why not?
SPENGLER
Trust me. It will be bad.
VENKMAN
What do you mean "bad?"
SPENGLER
It's hard to explain, but try to imagine
all life as you know it stopping
instantaneously and finding yourself
confined forever in another dimension.
Venkman considers his own safety and decides to take charge.
VENKMAN
(with military authority)
That's it! I'm taking charge. You guys
are dangerous.
They yield command to him.
VENKMAN (CONT'D)
Now nobody does anything unless I order you
to, okay?
STANTZ AND SPENGLER
They nod obediently and glance nervously at the vapor, still hovering near
the ceiling.
VENKMAN
Let's do it. This thing's not going to hang
around all day waiting for us. Ray, give me
one stream wide right of it. I'll go wide
left. Now!
STANTZ AND VENKMAN
They trigger their throwers and two streams are emitted, shooting off to
either side of the entity. The entity swirls but stays between the beams.
VENKMAN
(talking them through it)
Good ... Good ... Nice and wide ... Move
with him ... Easy. Hold steady.
THE VAPOR
It bobs and weaves, trying to slip past the visible lines of light, but
Venkman and Stantz manage to keep it boxed in.
VENKMAN
(speaking clearly)
Now, very slowly, Ray, let's tighten it up.
You hold steady. I'm coming down.
They start closing the distance between their ion streams.
SPENGLER
(cautious)
Don't cross them! Watch it!
STANTZ
The vapor is trying to get around his streams, causing him to waver as
Venkman's stream gets closer and closer.
VENKMAN
Spengler! A little help! Cut him off.
THE VAPOR
It slips past Stantz and races for the air vent.
SPENGLER
He fires with such poor marksmanship that he comes only centimeters from
crossing Venkman's stream. Venkman jerks away to avoid crossing Spengler's
erratic bursts and maneuvers. Together they do extensive damage to the
walls.
INT. CORRIDOR -- SAME TIME
The Hotel Manager and the Maintenance Man look nervously at each other as
they hear the sound of heavy property damage coming from the banquet room.
INT. BANQUET ROOM - NIGHT
Stantz has the thing cornered to some extent.
STANTZ
(to Venkman)
I'll nudge it out of the corner. You cut
off the left side.
Stantz moves closer to the wall and Venkman counters to trap the vapor
again.
VENKMAN
(encouragingly)
You got it! That's good. Easy now.
They manage to guide the vapor out into the center of the room, all the
time closing the figurative box around it.
STANTZ
It's working!
SPENGLER
Easy ... Easy ... I'm going to throw in my
trap now.
Spengler jerks his leg up, triggering a release on his equipment belt. A
cord and foot pedal fall to the floor. At the end of the cord there is a
long, flat black metal box two feet long, four inches wide and two high.
He kicks the box under the apparition and toes the foot pedal into
position. The apparition blasts them with a flatulent gust. They recoil
but hold the configuration.
STANTZ
Easy ... Easy ... Open the trap now!!
Spengler stomps on the foot pedal and with a loud electronic snap the long
metal box on the floor sprays up a fixed multidimensional inverted pyramid
of bright, beaded white light.
Stantz and Venkman herd the vapor to the top of the trap.
VENKMAN
Watch it ... Watch it ... Now!
Spengler stomps the foot pedal again.
Suddenly there is a loud double electronic snap and a blinding flash of
pink light. Wisps of brown smoke and carbonized particles rise to the
ceiling in a large residual puff. The Ghostbusters stand there for a long
moment not quite sure the battle is over.
SPENGLER
He cautiously approaches the trap end looks at the valence indicator on
it.
SPENGLER
(confirms it)
He's in here.
STANTZ AND VENKMAN
They whoop in triumph -- and considerable relief.
STANTZ
(pulling off his slimy
visor)
Well! That wasn't so bad, was it?
Venkman looks askance at him.
VENKMAN
Are you kidding? That was like trying to
push smoke into a bottle with a baseball
bat. Now what do we do with it?
He looks at Stantz.
STANTZ
He looks at Spengler.
SPENGLER
He shrugs.
VENKMAN (CONT'D)
(not pleased)
We'll have to work on that.
(to Stantz)
Grab that, would you, Ray?
They exit, leaving Stantz to deal with the trap.
INT. LOBBY -- NIGHT
The elevator opens and the Ghostbusters emerge. Stantz holds the trap by
it's foot pedal. He dangles it away from his body as if it is something
putrid. The Hotel Manager approaches them.
HOTEL MANAGER
What happened? Did you see it? What is it?
Stantz removes his infra visor and wipes some slime off his face. He is
beaming,
STANTZ
We got it!
He holds up the trap.
HOTEL MANAGER
What was it? Will there be any more of them?
STANTZ
Sir, what you had there was what we refer
to as a focused, non-terminal repeating
phantasm or a Class Five Full Roaming Vapor
... A real nasty one, too.
VENKMAN
(starts writing a bill)
That'll be $4,000 for the entrapment plus
$1,000 for proton recharge and storage.
HOTEL MANAGER
(shocked)
Five thousand dollars! I won't pay it. I
had no idea it would be so much.
VENKMAN
Fine. We'll let it go again.
(calls out)
Ray! Bring it back.
HOTEL MANAGER
No! All right. Anything.
EXT. HOTEL SEDGEWICK -- NIGHT
The Ghostbusters come through the revolving doors and see a real mob scene
on the street. A large crowd has gathered around the Ectomobile and the
police have put up a barricade to hold them back. Photographers are
taking pictures of it and several reporters are there waiting for them.
As the Ghostbusters cross to the vehicle, people in the crowd cheer and
the reporters start firing questions at them.
REPORTER #1
Nate Cohen. I'm with the Post. What
happened in there?
REPORTER #2
Did you really see a ghost?
REPORTER #3
Is this some kind of a stunt?
STANTZ
(holding up the trap;
loudly to the crowd)
We got one!
REPORTER #1
Can we see it?
STANTZ
Uh...I'm afraid not.
VENKMAN
This is not a sideshow! We're serious
scientists.
REPORTER #4
What proof do you have that what you saw
was real?
STANTZ
Proof? Well, the manager of the Sedgewick
just paid us five big ones to get something
out of there. Is that real enough for you?
REPORTER #2
Are you saying that ghosts really exist?
VENKMAN
(pitching)
Not only do they exist, they're all over
the place! And that's why we're offering
this vitally important service to people in
the whole tri-state area. We're available
twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week.
We have the tools and we have the talent.
No job too small, no fee too big. We're
ready for anything.
SPENGLER
He's confused by all the commotion and the barrage of questions from the
press. A STREET PUNK in the crowd behind the police barricades keeps
hissing at him.
STREET PUNK
Mister! Hey, Mister! Come here! Mister.
He finally gets Spengler's attention and waves him over.
STREET PUNK (CONT'D)
Hey, Mister! Can I see those guns?
SPENGLER
They're not guns. They're particle throwers.
STREET PUNK
Yeah, yeah. I just want to see 'em.
SPENGLER
I couldn't do that. You might hurt someone.
He turns away.
STREET PUNK
Wait! Wait! Let me ask you something. If
you like shot Superman with those guns, would
he feel it or what?
SPENGLER
(with authority)
On Earth -- no. But on Krypton we could
slice him up like Oscar Mayer Bologna.
STREET PUNK
Wow!
VENKMAN AND STANTZ
They are in high spirits as they continue to field questions. A minicam
is videotaping them.
MINICAM REPORTER
Sing the song from your commercial.
STANTZ
(reluctant)
No, we have to get back and ...
MINICAM REPORTER
(wheedling)
Come on. It's free advertising.
VENKMAN
There's a thought. Hit it, Ray.
Stantz shrugs and starts singing the Ghostbusters song with embarrassed
restraint.
STANTZ
(singing)
Ghostbusters ... If you have a ghost
But you don't want to play host ...
Venkman joins in with a harmony and they continue with more confidence.
STANTZ & VENKMAN
(singing)
They can be bad houseguests
And all-night pests ...
You can't sleep at all
So who do you call?
Spengler joins them for the big finish with no perceivable sense of melody
or rhythm.
ALL TOGETHER
(singing)
Ghostbusters ... Ghostbusters.
At the moment a flashbulb goes off freezing the Ghostbusters in a
still-frame that becomes a front-page news photo.
FRONT PAGE
The New York Post carries the picture with a big headline reading:
GHOSTBUSTERS?
The Ghostbusters' song really starts to cook with full production now as a
MONTAGE begins.
TELETYPE MACHINES
A bank of whirring, clicking teleprinters spits reams of hard copy and
wire service photos depicting the team at work.
ANNOUNCER (V.O.)
Hello, America. This is Ronald Gwynne
reporting from United Press International
in New York. Throughout my entire career
as a journalist I have never reported
anything as exciting and incredible as the
trapping of an actual supernatural entity
by a team of men based in this city who call
themselves Ghostbusters.
INT. FIREHALL
The team hears the alarm buzzer. They leap from their beds and slide down
the pole.
ANNOUNCER (V.O.) (CONT'D)
Now, most of us have never even heard of a
floating, slime-like substance called
ectoplasm, but these gentlemen claim we will
be seeing a lot more of it than ever before.
EXT. YANKEE STADIUM -- DAY
The Ectomobile is parked at home plate. The Ghostbusters enter the Yankee
dugout as a concerned Groundskeeper looks on.
EXT. TIMES SQUARE -- NIGHT
The electronic Seiko sign flashes the news: Ghostbusters Nab Phantom Bat
Boy at Yankee Stadium.
FULL SCREEN VIDEO OF ROGER GRIMSBY
ROGER GRIMSBY
Good morning. Today the entire Eastern
Seaboard is alive with talk of hundreds of
reported incidents involving multiple
sightings in what can only be described as
extreme events of paranormal extraphenomenical
proportions. It seems everybody is willing
to bring their old ghosts and skeletons out
of the closet. Roy Brady reports from New
York.
EXT. IN FRONT OF FIREHALL
Minicam set up in street.
ROY BRADY
Thank you, Roger. Everybody's heard ghost
stories around the campfire. Heck, my
grandma used to spin yarns about a spectral
locomotive that used to rocket past the farm
where she grew up. Now, as if some unseen
authority had suddenly given permission,
thousands of people here are talking about
encounters they claim to have had with ghosts.
Music and Teleclicker up.
EXT. TUDOR CITY -- DAY
The Ectomobile pulls up to a Gothic apartment building in the complex. The
Ghostbusters jump out, end hurry into the lobby.
A POLICEMAN
He notices that the Ectomobile is illegally parked and walks over to gawk
at the odd vehicle.
THE ECTOMOBILE
As the Policeman approaches, a set of double antennae on the roof are
automatically activated. They rotate and tilt to point at the Policeman.
The Policeman is a little unnerved by the antennae and starts to walk
around the car, but the antennae follow him with unerring accuracy.
THE POLICEMAN
Eager to get away from the vehicle, he quickly writes a parking ticket and
sticks it under the windshield wiper.
THE WINDSHIELD
As the Policeman withdraws his hand, the ticket heats up, bursts into
flame and burns up.
THE POLICEMAN
He stares at the ashes for a moment then slowly backs away from the car.
INT. ECTOMOBILE -- NIGHT
Stantz is driving. Spengler and Venkman are asleep. They all look
completely exhausted.
THE JOE FRANKLIN SHOW -- ON CAMERA
JOE FRANKLIN
Ray, every time I hear about your company,
I can't help thinking about the old Bob Hope
movie.
STANTZ
Actually, Joe, the title of that film was
"Ghostbreakers," and Olsen and Johnson did
one called "Ghost Catchers" and the Bowery
Boys did "Ghost Chasers," "Hold That Ghost,"
"Spooks Run Wild," "Spook Busters," and
"Spook Chasers."
JOE FRANKLIN
Well, in any case, I guess there's one big
question on everybody's mind and you're
certainly in a position to answer it for us:
Have you seen Elvis and how is he?
INT. RADIO STUDIO
LARRY KING is doing his phone-in talk show.
LARRY KING
Our phone-in topic today: Ghosts and
Ghostbusting. The controversy builds as more
sightings are reported and some maintain that
these professional paranormal eliminators in
New York are the cause of it all. Why did
everything start just when these guys went
into business?
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