I'm a writer, but I don't do fan fiction. At least I haven't since I was about twelve and I wrote a sequel to John Carpenter's Halloween. I think Halloween 2 and 3 were out by then. It didn't matter, the story was shit and I didn't care. I was just writing.
In contrast, I have long wanted a third Ghostbusters...and even though I'm almost 43 now, I had to write this just for me. So if it sucks, I'll own it.
I'm not going to bemoan the sequel that is in the works. I'm not happy about it, but it isn't for me. That's my problem. It's not for the fans. It's for the money. I hope the new flick rocks and brings in a new generation of fans...but just in case there's a chance, here's what I'm thinking...call it a first draft...
|Logo by Rutherford.|
The version I want to see.
Fan Fiction by Dan Dillard
EXT. NATIONAL MUSEUM OF NATURAL HISTORY, SMITHSONIAN -
TITLE: Fourth of July, 2004
The crowd is thick with interested visitors trying to see the
entrance to the museum. Barricades and police keep them back.
A REPORTER stands next to one of many white news vans, ready
to deliver the story. A CAMERAMAN points his rig at her as a
cigarette dangles from his mouth.
Think you could put that out?
The cameraman peeks around his viewfinder, hating the woman.
He takes a drag and lets the smoke ooze from his nose.
The reporter sighs, checks her hair and makeup in the
reflection of the news van's window.
Any day now.
The reporter sighs and gives him the stink eye, which he
catches on camera before he cues her to go.
We're at the National Mall this
evening to witness the exorcism of
something terrible from the
National Museum of Natural History.
The Ghostbusters are inside and one
way or another this Fourth of July,
sparks will fly. Hopefully, we'll
get to chat with them. After the
Ghostbuster's meteoric rise to…
Her words are interrupted by a CRASHING sound.
EXT. MUSEUM STEPS – CONT'D
Chaos erupts as the skeleton of a Tyrannosaurus Rex bursts
through the outer walls of the Museum and rampages. Visitors
scramble to get out of its way.
We see boots, legs, backpacks and finally a full on rearview
of the Ghostbusters, RAY STANTZ, EGON SPENGLER, PETER VENKMAN
and WINSTON ZEDDEMORE (mid-forties), taunting the thing as it
Come and get it!
They spark their wands and fire, sending beams of energy into
the night. Fireworks explode in the sky over the national
mall, adding a festive atmosphere.
THE STAR SPANGLED BANNER plays. The crowd slowly stops
running and begins to cheer. Camera flashes pop from all
The scene plays more like a rehearsed performance, and not
reality. The boys are lackadaisical, phoning it in, even
smarming it up for photos.
The Rex jolts, and like an old LP record skipping, its
motions start to repeat and become jumpy. Sparks spray from a
hip joint, then the jaw.
Egon stops and touches his ear.
EGON'S EAR CONT'D
We see a tiny earpiece and a microphone on Egon's cheek.
EXT. NATIONAL MALL – CONT'D
Egon looks around, assessing the impending mayhem. He is
visibly upset and getting more frantic as he talks.
We seem to have a problem, Louis.
LOUIS TULLY answers him through the headset
I know, Egon. We're doing the best
JANINE TULLY is in the background shrieking.
INT. CONTROL CENTER VAN, CONTINUOUS
Janine is staring, wide eyed, at a sparking console. A tiny
flame melts one of the dials. Louis watches a cluster of
monitors and types furiously on a laptop.
I can't put this fire out. I don't
have anything to put a fire out
Louis covers the mic with his hand.
There is supposed to be an
extinguisher. You should always
have an extingui...Just use that,
(into the mic)
Hey, we're on top of it. Don't
EXT. SMITHSONIAN, CONT'D
The Rex continues to chase the Ghostbusters. RAY STANTZ and
WINSTON ZEDDEMORE look at each other with fear and
uncertainty. PETER VENKMAN is still mugging for the crowd, he
winks at an attractive woman who is flirting back. Egon rolls
Pete. Back on the clock please.
Yeah. Right with you Eegs. PR
The Rex, still sparking, stumbles and begins to fall with all
four of them standing in its way. Egon, Ray and Winston turn
to run, but it's too late.
Somebody has to have some business
sense around here.
The Rex smashes down on top of them, crushing all four under
its weight. Gears and cables can clearly be seen. The crowd
goes silent, then the Rex bursts into flames. News cameras
flood the area and the 4th of July Grand Finale lights up the
Egon's headset lies on the ground just beyond the wreckage.
We hear the faint sound of Louis's voice coming from the
INT. CONTROL CENTER VAN - CONT'D
Louis is holding cables, trying to figure out which one plugs
into which socket.
I think we found the problem.
Janine pats his arm. Her mouth is agape and she is staring at
a monitor that he doesn't see.
Ya see, that thingy wasn't plugged
into the other…
Louis looks up and his voice fades out as a news report cuts
EXT. NATIONAL MALL - CONT'D
The reporter talks to the camera. Her hair is mussed and her
makeup running. Fire and hysteria continue in the background.
The cameraman is apathetic to the whole scene and still has
the cigarette dangling from his mouth. It is burned nearly
down to the filter.
Moments ago in a bizarre and
shocking incident at the
Smithsonian, Dr.'s Venkman, Stantz,
Spengler and Zeddemore, better
known as The Ghostbusters, were
killed in what was thought to be
another spectacular haunting. This
time, a Tyrannosaurus Rex come to
The scene is shown in clips of news footage. First the crowd
of people, all looking in disbelief. Then helicopter views of
the fallen T-Rex.
It appears the incident...and I
find this difficult to report...was
The crowd's disbelief turns to disappointment and outrage.
Arrests have been made. It seems
Louis and Janine Tully, long time
employees of the Ghostbusters were
in on the scam, controlling the
giant creature via remote from a
INT. SUBURBAN HOME - CONTINUOUS
DANA BARRETT, 50, watches the footage with her son, YOUNG
OSCAR, 15. Dana is in shock and Oscar is visibly upset. His
demeanor worsens at the news that it was all a hoax.
I knew it. I knew it!
He runs from the room. Dana stares at the TV a moment longer,
still in shock, then rushes after her son.
Oscar. Oscar wait!
The news reporter on television continues.
Members of the crowd are reporting
that the Tullys confessed as they
were taken away. Take a look at
this amateur footage.
The inset on the screen is a video from a shaky camera.
Through the crowd, we see Louis and Janine being handcuffed.
The inset becomes full screen.
I'm sorry. It wasn't supposed to
happen like this.
I told you it was a mistake to
leave New York. We shoulda
franchised. We shoulda...
Her words are cut off as she is shoved into a police cruiser.
The shaky camera footage stops and the live feed continues.
Ready to believe you, indeed.
Scientists and reporters denounce the Ghostbusters.
A court scene of Louis and Janine being sentenced.
Talk show hosts make jokes.
Magazine covers show the GHOSTBUSTERS LOGO behind bars. Louis
and Janine are in prison jumpsuits.
Commercials and billboards display natural disaster films
instead of spook shows. Then alien attack films.
The focus shifts to reality TV. Ads for shows like American
Idol, Hell's Kitchen, Survivor become The Dead Files,
Paranormal Adventures, Paranormal Witness, etc...
FADE TO BLACK.
TITLE: The famous GHOSTBUSTERS LOGO except the ghost holds up
The Ghostbusters logo is shattered and replaced by another
TITLE: PARANORMAL PATROL.
INT. SPOOKY HOUSE - NIGHT VISION - NIGHT
OSCAR BARRETT, late twenties, looks into the camera. He is
poorly lit and surrounded by darkness.
We're here at the dreaded Ralston
House where the list of witnessed
hauntings dates back as far as the
1940's. The hope is that we'll
capture some EVP's and maybe
something on FLIR. Mel, are you
ready to talk to some ghosts?
There is a pause as he waits for a response.
Cut. Come on people. Wake up. Mel?
Who is that?
INT. ON LOCATION SET OF PARANORMAL PATROL - CONTINUOUS
Title: PRESENT DAY
MELANIE BRIGGS, twenties, lets the camera drop from her
shoulder and holds up a guilty hand.
The DIRECTOR, fifties, peers at her over his glasses. He is
smiling, but there is an evil quality to it.
I'll give you one bad take. The
next one will result in your
demise. Get your shit together,
people. I'll give you a few minutes
to regroup. Can somebody get me
some coffee? Where are all the
Oscar's smart phone rings. He answers with a sigh and a
smile. The house he is in is old, abandoned. People scurry
about setting up lights, cameras and microphones.
Hi mom. Look I'm really busy, can I
call you back?
INT. THE BARRETT-POHA KITCHEN - CONT'D
The home is luxurious and open concept. DANA BARRETT-POHA,
Sixty, is chopping an onion. JANOSZ POHA, sixty, sits in his
lounge chair but peers at her over the countertop.
Tell Oscar I say hello.
Janosz says hello.
INT. ON LOCATION SET OF PARANORMAL PATROL - CONT'D
Ocsar hurries through the halls of the old house. A PRODUCER,
30's and exrtremely overdressed, is screaming at someone in
It's not scary. If it's not scary,
people stop watching. Make it more
Yeah. Hi Janosz. I can't believe
you married that guy, ma.
Seriously, though, can I call you
INT. THE BARRETT-POHA KITCHEN - CONT'D
Dana finishes slicing a carrot and moves on to a stalk of
Of course, I just wanted to confirm
our dinner plans for your birthday.
Will you be bringing Holly?
INT. SET OF PARANORMAL PATROL - CONT'D
Oscar stops in the living room of the old house. Lights are
everywhere, cables are everywhere. People are everywhere.
Ma, that's not until October. Okay.
I know. Yes. I mean no. Holly and
I...Look, I'll be there just like
we talked about last week.
It's tradition, Oscar. And until I
have grandchildren, I have to dote
on you. That's a shame, by the way.
I liked Holly.
I know ma. Look, I'll be there.
I'll bring wine. Promise. Yeah, ma.
I love you too. We'll talk soon.
He hangs up and nods at Mel who is smiling at him. The moment
is interrupted by the Director shouting and ordering folks
Clear the set. Everyone but the
principles. That's Oscar, the
lighting dude, sound girl and
camera girl. Vanish people.
Be like that which we hunt. Let's
get it right this time.
There is a flurry of movement and quickly the set is quiet.
Okay, folks, you know the drill.
Roll sound, camera and action when
The camera guy gives Oscar a thumbs up. Oscar puts his cell
phone away, clears his throat and looks directly into the
NIGHT VISION VIEW - DOCUMENTARY STYLE - CONT'D
Oscar looks at the camera and begins speaking in an announcer
We're here at the dreaded Ralston
House where the list of witnessed
hauntings dates back as far as the
1940's. The hope is that we'll
capture some EVP's and maybe
something on FLIR. Mel, are you
ready to talk to some ghosts?
The camera spins to point at the sound girl, Mel. She is
holding a microphone on a small boom and smiling.
You're the boss.
The camera moves back to Oscar.
Someone's cell phone rings and disrupts the whole mood.
Cut! Cut, goddamnit. People. Turn
your shit off or at least put it on
vibrate. I need some coffee. I need
Oscar shakes his head. The lighting guy, known as LIGHTING
BOB , thirties, holds out a flask for the director who storms
off the set. Lighting Bob shrugs and takes a drink from the
The Producer grabs Oscar and spins him around.
Oscar, buddy, we have to go over
No one is going to continue
believing this shit. A cutaway
here, a sound effect there. Nothing
ever happens on camera. We have to
give the audience something,
We'll never capture anything with
all this gear, with all these
people. I mean, wouldn't you hide
if you were a ghost?
Hide, whatever. We need some spirit
on this show--get it? Spirit? We
need to stay relevant or we're
going to vanish into TV purgatory.
There are a dozen shows gaining on
What are you suggesting?
I don't know. Some bling, some
glamour. Maybe some nipples?
The producer looks at Mel. She flips him her middle finger.
Sass. I like that.
He waves his hands around, then looks at Oscar as if he is
waiting for a reaction, a response.
Ghosts, Oscar. We need to give them
ghosts. You're a hunter, but you
never catch anything. You just keep
hunting, it's dull. The fish guys
always get the fish right?
I guess, yeah.
The bachelorette always chooses a
I don't see how that's relev...
Christ, Osc, the Bigfoot show is
catching us in ratings. Have you
seen that one?
Garbage. People eat it up, but it's
So what are you suggesting?
Hunters need weapons, right?
The producer stares at him, hands spread in an am-I-right
I'm a paranormal investigator, not
a hunter. And the audience believes
in me. They have faith. They want
me to find something. I will.
We don't have time for one day.
Sponsors don't pay for one day.
They pay for now. They pay to get
paid. Figure it out. A flash of
light or a digital effect. We can
do anything with digital these
days, am I right?
Oscar shakes his head.
You do remember what happened last
time someone tried to fake
hauntings for money?
Ooh. But we've come so far since
then. Technology solves it all.
Plus, look at our audience.
YouTubers and shutins. Nobody even
leaves their house anymore. They
just sit around consuming media.
But they don't have three channels
They don't even have three hundred
channels. They have zillions of
channels. They have on demand. They
pirate. They watch what interests
them and they don't give a crap
about your integrity. Am I right?
Oscar frowns again and walks away.
The producer stands there, arms out in that same gesture,
We've got to give them something,
Oscar! I mean am I right?
EXT. ATTICA PRISON - EARLY AFTERNOON
TITLE: ATTICA MAXIMUM SECURITY PENITENTIARY: THE NEXT DAY
Janine Tully, 60, waits outside the gates, leaning against a
taxi. The DRIVER rolls down the window.
Lady, how much longer is this gonna
Janine shoves a fifty dollar bill in his face without even
looking. The driver smirks, takes the money and rolls the
window back up.
There is a loud BUZZER, then the gates open and after a beat,
Louis, 60, walks out. His strut is confident, he wears a
beard, jeans and a wife beater.
I've missed you.
He grabs her and they kiss passionately. The cabbie rolls his
Where to first?
I have an idea.
Louis wears a devilish grin.
EXT. A NEW YORK CEMETERY - MOMENTS LATER
Louis and Janine step out of the taxi. They are on a concrete
walk at the edge of the city. Next to them is a fence, beyond
that, a graveyard. It is gloomy, threatening rain. The pair
walk along the concrete path and underneath an archway that
bears the name HOLYCROSS written in metal scrollwork.
Louis, honey this is stupid.
Stupid? It was your idea.
I wanted to get a hotel room and…
Janine grabs him and interrupts.
Look at us.
I mean, we've really let ourselves
go. I used to represent the height
Louis nods in agreement, then frowns.
Janine, this is something we just
have to do.
They continue walking.
I'm afraid I just don't understand.
I thought I did, but now...What
good can possibly come from this?
He stops and looks at her with love and understanding—same
old sweet Louis Tully—but there is an angry twitch as well.
She looks into his eyes, then at the ground as he puts his
hands on her shoulders.
You don't know what it was like in
there. All the things they did to
I know. Prison was bad for me, too.
I mean, I fixed hair and did nails,
and I made a lot of new friends.
Some of them were murderers, but
still, good people.
Louis trudges on, a scowl growing on his face. Janine
follows, hurrying to catch up.
They lost us our house.
But we can get another one. I'm
sure you still have what it takes
to get us back on our feet.
They lost us our money.
We can start fresh. Louis, you used
to make plenty of money. I mean,
there must be plenty of people who
will hire an ex-con to do their
They lost us our dignity.
We'll be fine. All I need is you.
All we need is each other.
He stops and looks at her.
They destroyed your fully restored
1955 Corvette convertible.
Janine frowns, then starts walking again, a determined pace.
Her hands are fists balled at her sides.
When I see those four sonsabitches,
I'm gonna kill 'em.
They're already dead.
Then I'll kill 'em again.
Louis catches up.
Well, when you're done killing
them, I'm gonna kill 'em.
Then, we can kill 'em again
They wander a bit further. Lightning flashes giving a quick
glimpse of Louis's forearm tattoo: ATTICA '04-'16.
They stop in a darkened corner of the huge cemetery.
EXT. HOLYCROSS CEMETERY - CONT'D
In front of the Tullys stand three headstones. Riverside
Drive is beyond, the Hudson River beyond that. These graves
are segregated from the rest of the graveyard. The area is in
a state of total neglect.
STONE #1 READS
DR. PETER VENKMAN
10-21-1950 TO 7-4-2004
A NEAR PERFECT HUMAN BEING
STONE #2 READS
DR. RAYMOND STANTZ
7-2-1952 TO 7-4-2004
YOU'RE STANDING ON ME
STONE #3 READS
DR. EGON SPENGLER
11-21-1944 TO 7-4-2004
TITLE: "Molds, spores and fungus"
Okay boys. We paid our dues for
you, now you're gonna do something
They wait. Thunder and lightning crash in the background.
Louis puffs out his chest, tough guy.
Hey, I'm talkin' here.
He kicks one of the gravestones and then chuckles. Rubble
falls from a crack in the marble.
Janine grows frustrated with his lack of progress. Louis
notices, clears his throat and starts again.
There's a rumbling at their feet. More loose pebbles fall out
of cracks in the headstones, lightning flashes and the ground
ripples beneath them. Then there is silence.
After a moment, a ghostly PETER VENKMAN rises out of his
grave, yawns and stretches. He's a little heavier, ghostly
grey in his hair (The ghost characters are stylized, like the
ghosts in the original films). He wears boxer shorts, combat
boots and a t-shirt that reads: BEETLEJUICE IS A PUSSY.
He recognizes the visitors.
Lou? Janine? Wow. I had hoped an
eternity would pass and we would
What have you done with your hair?
I've been in prison for twelve
Peter tallies up the time.
Has it been that long? You don't
look a day older than… Sorry, I
just can't get that out with a
Speaking of my grandmother…She's
around here someplace. Oh, Granny?
Stow it, Venkman.
Peter mouths the words, "Stow it, Venkman" slowly, looking at
the same time shocked and impressed at Louis's boldness.
We've got a score to settle.
Where's Ray and Egon.
So masculine. Look, there's a
little something you seem to be
Peter smiles, sheepishly, almost looking embarrassed for
Doctor. I am Doctor Venkman. Ray
and Egon, as you call them, are
Doctors Stantz and Spengler. Even
Winston went back to school and got
his PhD. It's just common courtesy.
He stares at them to make sure his point was understood.
Louis and Janine stare back, unimpressed.
You're dead! I'll call you whatever
Then I can't help you. If we can't
He begins to lower back into his grave as if he's walking
down a circular flight of stairs. Janine tugs on Louis's arm.
No! No, come back. I apologize.
Slowly, Peter rises back to eye level with a shit-eating
grin. He stares at Louis, but doesn't speak. Louis stares
back, unsure what to do or say.
Louis shakes his head.
Peter cocks his head and raises an eyebrow.
I don't wanna
Peter starts to disappear again. Janine elbows her husband
and then, frustrated, upstages him.
Dr. Venkman, We need your help.
Yours, Dr. Winston's, Dr.
Spengler's and Dr. Stantz's help.
Much better. You could learn a
thing or two from her.
So you'll help us?
Sure, kitten, but the boys aren't
here and I just really can't be
bothered right now.
Well, why the hell not?
Peter leans in close to her. She cringes at first, then
stands her ground. His ghostly face an inch from hers,
tendrils of his ectoplasm crawl along her nose and cheeks.
Because I'm dead! I'm dead, and
it's your fault. You two botched up
the D.C. job.
And while you were busy botching
each other, me and my buddies were
crushed under the zombie scourge of
Jurassic Park! We were gonna go
nationwide. We were gonna
franchise—over 50 billion busted! T
shirts, action figures, reality
shows with co-eds whose breasts
rose and fell to my very presence.
MY OWN BRAND OF WEED!
Janine and Louis look at their feet, embarrassed. Peter looks
into the distance, then moves through Louis, covering him in
a shiny film of ectoplasm.
He wipes his face and turns to see another glowing figure
coming up the hill. Lightning flashes again.
There's one of my boys now.
He looks back at Janine and Louis.
That's Doctor Boy to you two.
Ray's ghosts approaches. His face shows recognition, and then
disgust as he turns his backs on the visitors.
The caped crusaders want our help.
Ray's eyes widen and he snorts.
(to Janine and Louis)
Ray vowed never to speak to the two
of you again.
What's his problem?
Ray turns around and fumes.
Peter holds Ray back. He is smirking, but firm.
Ray. Don't do it.
Dr. Stantz, your blood pressure.
Ray glares at him, then back at Louis and Janine.
Okay, but you're the one with the
Let him through, I want to know.
Peter relaxes. Ray pushes through Peter and his eyes glow
I'll tell you what's wrong with me.
Eleven broken ribs, a broken left
femur, broken right hip, multiple
lacerations including one in the
femoral artery, two collapsed
lungs, blunt trauma to the skull
and complete proptosis of the right
eye. And you blamed everything on
Ray looks from Louis to Peter and back to Louis and grins.
But what is...
Seriously, don't ask that question.
You brought this on yourself.
Ray doesn't speak, but turns to Louis and Janine and holds
his nose with his fingers while puffing out his cheeks,
blowing until his right eye pops out of its socket with an
audible SQUIRT, and dangles there.
You just never really get used to
Janine grimaces. Ray bats at the eye like a cat playing with
a ball of yarn and grins at the others' discomfort.
Ray pops his eyeball back in place.
What is it you think we can do for
Fix our credibility so we can have
Why would we care about that?
Out of the kindness of your heart?
The ghost-ghostbusters laugh.
Maybe we can help each other?
Anything has to be better than
Ray and Peter turn slowly to face him.
So you want a genie that can grant
Let's just say I have an idea.
He straightens, looks confused and checks out the three
Ray grins and points up toward the clouds. Tully looks up.
Heaven. Apparently, there really is
something to that whole church
Yeah, his grave is over in the
ritzy section with the rest of the
Janine stomps her foot.
We're getting nowhere. What about
Egon? He'll understand.
Ray and Peter look at each other.
He's in Hell.
He went to hell? Not Egon.
Shut it, Dr. Venkman.
He wasn't sent to hell. He went
there on his own, to test the
affects of positive influence on
the damned. That pink slime is
Think of it like a study abroad
Janine and Louis ponder the idea and shrug.
My plan needed all four of you, but
maybe the four of us can work it
I don't think we want to help you,
Yeah, there's not really a Hallmark
card to win me back from death.
I think you boys will change your
mind when you hear the plan.
And the revenge.
Ray's eyes brighten.
Revenge? On who.
Louis leans in and waves them closer.
Peter looks around.
Who is gonna hear us out here, Lou?
He waves them in again and the crew huddles up.
You may know Dana Barrett's son
Oscar runs his own ghost hunting
Little Oscar? What's that kid, like
Ray glares at him.
He'll be twenty seven in October.
And no, Louis. We don't get the HD
channels out here.
Right. I knew that.
His show is called Paranormal
Let him finish, Dr. Venkman.
Okay. But that name just sort of
smacks you in the face with how
much it sucks.
The show is quite popular. Anyway,
he works for someone you both love
Get to the point, Lou.
He works for…
A thunder clap obscures the name from the audience, but the
ghosts hear it. Their eyes widen as do their grins.
I'm sooo in.
INT. BAR – EVENING
Oscar sits at a nearly empty bar. Melanie is next to him. She
is nursing her beer. Oscar has had a couple and is on his
third. They aren't talking to each other.
Lighting Bob and a WOMAN who isn't part of the show, 30's,
stand up and start to leave.
Night, Oscar, Mel. See you
Wouldn't miss it.
Tomorrow, bright and early.
See you then.
The BARTENDER comes over.
You two sad sacks want another
He looks at MEL. Her beer is still nearly full.
The Bartender taps the bar and then leaves.
What am I doing?
What are we doing?
I mean, this whole ghost business
is just a joke. It's done for
ratings, not for science. Nobody
cares about science anymore. It's
all about entertainment. Everything
is about entertainment.
You're absolutely right.
I wanted to prove something. I
wanted to bring truth to the world.
The bartender rolls his eyes.
You will, Oscar.
You think so?
I know so.
Oscar smiles. He downs his third pint of beer.
(to the bartender)
I think I will have one more.
The bartender nods and fills another mug.
Not me. Hey, I'll see you in the
morning. We've got another big day
of faking it for the ratings
tomorrow. I'll need my best ears
Yeah. I need to get some sleep.
He considers it for a moment, looks around to see he will be
the last one in the bar, and then frowns.
Okay. See you tomorrow then.
He turns back toward his fresh beer.
INT. HALLWAY OUTSIDE OSCAR'S APARTMENT – LATER THAT NIGHT
Oscar fumbles his key into the lock, still a little drunk.
The hallway is empty and lit only by the sconces outside of
Melanie might love me so I am a
There's no ghosts on my show and
that isn't cool.
INT. OSCAR'S APARTMENT
The door opens and Oscar walks inside. Janine and Louis sit
on his couch in the dark. The ghosts of Ray and Peter are
Oscar jumps, fakes some karate moves and then squints trying
to see in the dark. He finds the light switch with one hand
and turns it on. With the other, he grabs a baseball bat
which was leaned next to the door for such an occasion. The
ghosts fade away before Oscar notices.
Who are you?
My name is Louis Tully. This is my
wife Janine. I used to be your
mom's next door neighbor.
Tully, right. I know you. You
worked for the Ghostbusters. I saw
you on TV.
And now you're on TV. Funny how
What do you want.
We just want to talk to you.
Oscar raises the bat and takes a step toward them.
How did you get in here?
I learned a few things in prison.
You should really upgrade your
Peter Venkman's ghost appears, entering the living room
through the kitchen wall and leaving an oozing ecto-stain.
Agreed. I mean Ray and I just
walked right in.
Oscar stumbles backward and ends up sitting in an overstuffed
Don't you remember me? I knew you
when you were just a baby. That
reminds me. You owe me one Namath
What's going on here?
He stands back up and avoids Peter's ghost as they cross
Ray materializes next to Louis and Janine on the couch.
Nice Peter. I thought we agreed to
Come on, Ray. Subtle isn't really
Is this some kind of trick? Is this
the same bullshit you used before?
We're dead, in case you didn't
No tricks. They are the real deal.
Oscar squints at Peter, then Ray, as if trying to see the
He shakes his head.
No. You get out. All of you out.
Oscar, please. Just hear us out.
Or what? I mean, who you gonna
The whole group looks at him with disdain.
Oscar studies the apparitions again. He moves closer to Ray
and stares. Ray stares back at him.
Show him the eyeball thing, Ray.
JANINE AND LOUIS
Oscar moves his hand through Ray's shoulder. It gets covered
with dripping ectoplasm. He stares at it, fascinated. Ray
stands up, leaving a stain on the couch.
Okay, you're getting a little
personal there, kid.
Louis taps Oscar on the knee to get his attention. Oscar
snaps out of his fascination.
Can we get down to business?
We have some business with your
That's right. He was instrumental
in the prosecution's case against
Not to mention unleashing that hell
on Manhattan way back when.
That was real?
Ray and Louis glare at him.
Okay, no. But we were saving that
for a special occasion and…I really
hate that guy.
How'd you do it?
Can we get into that later? I mean,
Okay, then just tell me how'd you
get over on my mom?
Heavy drugs, but it wasn't that
much of a stretch. I mean she
already had most of the stuff in
her medicine cab…
Oscar looks hurt, shakes his head.
Look, kid. We started out legit. I
mean, the first few ghosts were
real and the containment system was
sound on paper. Egon's proton packs
were based on real science, genius
We just couldn't afford it...and
when the bills started to come due.
We didn't mean for it to go like
this. Honestly, I'm sorry. We're
I looked up to you guys.
Oscar notices the stains on his couch.
Damn. What do you want with Peck? I
mean he's untouchable unless you're
in that elite executive club. I
can't get you a meeting if that's
what you're looking for.
No. We don't want to meet him. We
want to pay him back. We want to
Oscar smiles for a moment, then frowns.
That show is my job. And a lot of
other people's, too.
Well, we thought, maybe if you
found some real ghosts…
She motions at Ray and Peter
These ghosts, for example, that you
might be able to I don't know, host
your own show?
And what's in it for you?
We could produce it for you. I mean
we basically produced a show with
these guys and that was all live.
I don't want to do the fake thing.
He glares at Peter, then at Ray.
I don't like lying to people.
Agreed. And look, we've paid for
our sins, believe me.
Show him the eye thing, Ray.
Weren't there four of you? Where
are the other two guys?
We're working on that. Trust me,
email would be a blessing, but we
have to get word through the old
Oscar is still itching with questions. He squirms, looking
So how did you pay for it all?
There had to be millions of dollars
spent on your bullshit.
We had financial backing
Do you have any idea how many asses
our antics put into church pews?
What? A few churches around town?
Around the country?
Not the Vatican?
This is all off the record, of
Who cares, I mean you're dead.
Yeah. And so are a lot of very
important, very churchy people.
They still hold some clout in the
And when we saved people from these
"paranormal activities" who always
took credit? The government. It
started with Lenny Clotz and by the
time we were in DC, well, if things
had gone according to plan, that
was supposed to be John Kerry's
Exactly, but we're getting off
track here. We need to work on the
Think I could get a nap first?
Maybe start tomorrow.
The others stare at him, blank faced.
A moment passes while the crew discusses the plan and Oscar's
snoring interrupts them. They all look at him. He is passed
out in his chair.
INT. OSCAR'S APARTMENT - NEXT MORNING
Oscar is dreaming, he is smiling.
OSCAR'S DREAM - CONT'D
Oscar is on a deserted beach and he is rubbing lotion on a
woman in a bikini. The woman turns her head to him and
reveals herself as Mel.
That feels good.
Yeah it does.
I mean it feels really good.
She turns over, wraps her arms around him and pulls him down
on top of her. The surf crashes in the background.
Yeah it does.
INT. OSCAR'S APARTMENT - CONTINUOUS
Oscar is writhing in his chair, grinning and talking, but
still asleep. Peter's ghost is lying next to him whispering
in his ear.
Oh yeah, baby. That feels sooo
good. Kiss mama. Come on, give mama
He makes kissy noises. Oscar wakes up, sees Peter and falls
out of the chair, knocking over the side table, lamp and a
How long was I asleep?
Not long enough.
Peter blows Oscar a kiss.
Oscar struggles to his feet.
Seriously, what time is it?
He finally sees the clock and that it's two minutes to seven.
Shit! I'm supposed to be on set
The phone rings, interrupting him. He picks up his cell and
Where the hell are you, Barrett?
Tell me you're in traffic, you're
walking in the door, you stopped to
get me a latte! I'm burning dollars
and daylight here, Barrett, the
whole crew is waiting around for
you. That's money. Money!
No, sir. I'm at home. I think I'm
coming down with something. I'll go
get a shot or some pills and be in
tomorrow. I swear.
Tomorrow? Barrett, this show
doesn't revolve around you, you
know. I have at least ten other
losers I could call to front this
Yes sir. First thing in the
morning. I'll be an hour early. I
The line goes dead and Oscar sets his phone down and shakes
Could this week get any worse?
Ray comes into the room followed by Janine and Louis who are
disheveled, but smiling and pawing at eachother.
Wow. What a night.
You should go to prison more often
if it's going to be like that.
Please. I'm already nauseated.
What's the problem?
He's gonna get canned. Sounds like
the boss was pissed.
Ray frowns, thinking.
I dont' think so.
No, Peter's right. He was pissed.
No, I don't think you'll get fired.
Think about it.
He's met with blank stares from everyone.
Oscar is tied to us. That whole
fiasco with Zuul and the
Marshmallow man was tied to his
mother, right? And the Pink Slime
and Viggo? He took Oscar.
Heads start nodding. Peter's most enthusiastic of all of
I don't get it.
I think Peck hired Oscar for the
same reasons. I think he's onto
something and is trying to use
Oscar for his own purposes. Maybe
Oscar is charmed somehow?
I hate that guy.
Charmed? With what, bad luck?
It can't be that bad. You have a
nice place, probably a girlfriend?
No girlfriend. Not anymore anyway.
And without a job, this place goes
out the window.
Stick to the plan. We'll get you
noticed. We'll get the real ghosts
on screen for the public to see.
Someone will buy that. Peck will be
ruined for good. He'll be the fake.
He'll never produce again.
Louis laughs a madman's laugh. Janine hugs him.
Honey, I'm worried for you.
Fine. I'll stick to the plan, but
if I still have a job tomorrow, I'd
like to keep it for the time being.
The others nod.
And for now, I'd like to get some
food, some coffee and some rest.
Peter lies back on the chair and closes his eyes.
I think he means alone.
Yeah, alone. Please.
Oh. Okay. I totally got that. Out
of your hair.
Louis opens the apartment door and checks the hallway for
bystanders. When he's sure the coast is clear, he waves at
the others to follow him.
You know we can be invisible,
Peter and Ray fade out and the four leave the apartment.
Oscar watches them as they walk down the hall. Janine jumps
as if something grabbed her.
Louis, you're an animal.
You didn't just grope me?
LOUIS AND JANINE
Venkman chuckles as Oscar closes the door. He goes and sits
down on his chair. The ectoplasm squishes.
Ugh. How do you clean this shit up?
He grabs his phone and flips through is contacts, stopping on
Mel. His thumb hovers over the green call button when there's
a knock at the door.
Oscar opens the door and Mel is standing there.
Can I come in? I brought doughnuts
She holds them up.
He takes one of the coffees from her and moves out of her
way. She enters.
Mel checks out the state of his apartment, the slime stains,
the toppled furniture.
You look like hell. This place
looks like hell. What happened
after I left last night? Are you
Funny, I have the whole day off.
Can you do me one favor before we
Take a shower. You stink.
Yeah. I guess I do.
INT. OSCAR'S BEDROOM - TEN MINUTES LATER
Oscar exists his bathroom wrapped in a towel. Mel is on his
bed eating a doughnut.
Oh, hey. Didn't expect you to be...
You want me to leave? There wasn't
anyplace to sit out there that
wasn't...what is that stuff?
Yeah. About that. Hang on, I'll
tell you everything.
He grabs some clothes and ducks back into the bathroom. When
he comes back, he is wearing shorts and a t-shirt. He sits on
Mel pulls up a couple pillows and props them so he can lean
back. She hands him the doughnuts and his coffee.
When I got home last night, there
were some people waiting for me.
This sounds crazy.
I'm game. Let me have it.
It was Louis and Janine Tully.
Mel squints her eyes, thinking, as if the names are familiar.
Then her face shows recognition.
They went to jail for the
Yeah, that's them. But they weren't
Two of the ghostbusters were with
What? Are you telling me they faked
Oscar shakes his head.
No. They're still dead.
Now Mel shakes her head.
So what? They were ghosts?
The real deal. That's what's all
over my furniture and walls out
Gross. I mean, cool, but gross.
You believe me?
Look, I'm an investigator just like
you. Did you think I didn't believe
No. I mean, I guess...
And didn't your mom know them?
She was one of their first
customers. They almost destroyed
downtown Manhattan together.
Wasn't that all fake?
Most of it. I guess. I'm not really
clear on all of that.
But the big picture is that they
want to help me. They are willing
to be on camera so I can be the
first to have proof--no shit proof!
She looks somewhat disappointed.
I want you to help me.
Of course. We're a team, right?
It's settled then.
They sit silently for a minute. Oscar takes a bite of his
doughnut and a sip of coffee. Mel stares off in wonder,
taking it all in. When she turns back to say something, he is
Mel smiles, pulls the comforter over on top of him and kisses
him on the corner of his mouth. A sweet kiss that lingers for
just a moment. Oscar snores through it.
She props herself next to him and drinks her coffee. Directly
across from the bed is a television. Mel glances around until
she sees the remote on the night stand, carefully reaches
across Oscar to grab it and flips on the TV. She scans one
channel and another, then sees something familiar. It's the
There is a news team at the SyFy studio. A reporter is
Once again, reports from the SyFy
channel are that one of its own,
Walter Peck, the producer of
Paranormal Patrol and many other
shows and films from the genre, has
passed away from a heart attack.
Our condolences go out to his
family, friends and many fans.
Mel's jaw is hanging open. Her eyes are wide and she is
tapping Oscar on the arm, then the chest, then the face.
Huh. Wha...what is it?
His eyes focus on the screen just in time to read the
headline at the bottom. It reads SyFy Producer Peck, 1947
2016. His photograph is still in the background over the
reporter's shoulder as the show cuts to commercial.
Well that certainly makes things
Oscar's phone rings and he struggles out of the bed to answer
INT. OSCAR'S APARTMENT LIVING ROOM - CONTINUOUS
Oscar picks up his phone. Mel enters from the bedroom.
Did you hear the news?
Yes. It's...it's awful.
INT. MOVING MERCEDES IN TRAFFIC - CONTINUOUS
The director is driving through town as he talks on the
Ah, he was a prick. That's not the
news. The news is this: his
contract, and the contract for the
show have clauses that state in the
event of his death, his shows are
to be cancelled. Selfish prick.
Yes. He owned it outright. No sale.
No passing on of the rights. He has
some sleazebag attorney here
claiming he was paid handsomely to
ensure the show is buried. I don't
know what Peck had on him. Anyway,
I wanted to do this out of anger,
kid. But now it's just business.
That pains me.
Fire you. You're fired. We're all
INT. OSCAR'S APARTMENT LIVING ROOM - CONTINUOUS
Oscar sets his phone down and looks at Mel.
What is it?
We're fired. The show has been axed
according to some clause in Peck's
Mel looks furious.
Wow. Never has a man been so
She starts to laugh. Oscar laughs with her.
INT. BAR - EVENING
Oscar, Mel and Lighting Bob sit at the bar. A mug of beer
sits in front of each one. Mel's is half empty.
Lighting Bob empties his and hold up a hand. The same
Bartender approaches with a full replacement.
Saw you coming, Bob. Anybody else?
Nope. I think I'll call it a night.
I have to start job hunting
Me too. But I can get started at
I'll stick with what I've got,
Sure thing, kid. Just let me know.
It's what I'm here for.
Mel stands up and puts a hand on Oscar's shoulder.
You'll find something.
See you around?
Sure. Have a good night.
You to, Oscar.
Oscar turns back to his beer and takes a swig.
The bartender, watching the scene, shakes his head.
Mel lingers for a moment, staring at the back of Oscar's
head. She smiles and sighs, then leaves without a word.
The bartender walks back over to Oscar and leans on the bar.
He taps Oscar on the forehead with one thick finger.
You're a moron.
Boo hoo, your show got cancelled.
You're missing the bigger picture.
Oscar glares at him.
That girl has it bad for you. She's
smart and she's cute, and she's all
about you. I mean she sits with you
and orders a beer every time you
come in and she obviously doesn't
He motions to her nearly full mug.
He's right, Oscar. You're a moron.
Oscar looks at the mug, then shakes his head.
You don't see because you're a
I never thought about it.
Oscar runs to the door and bursts out onto the sidewalk as if
to stop Mel from leaving.
The bartender puts away some glasses and begins wiping down
the counter while he watches.
Oscar comes back inside, defeated. He sits back at the bar
and looks at the half-empty mug of beer. He pushes it away
and then lets his head sink into his hands, elbows on the
Lighting Bob grabs Oscar's beer and pulls it over next to
his, claiming it as his own.
The bartender finishes wiping down the counter and stops next
I have a feeling she'll still be
there when you pull your head outta
your ass, kid. And by the way, I
actually enjoyed your show. Still,
it would be nice to see a ghost on
there on occasion. Show us
something, ya know? That's how you
keep it running.
Oscar gives a half-hearted smile.
INT. OSCAR'S APARTMENT - THE NEXT DAY
Janine and Mel talk in the living room.
Peter and Ray are sitting on chairs covered with plastic
sheeting and Louis and Ray are talking on the other side of
The mood in the room is down.
I can't believe he checked out
before we could ruin him. I can't
Yes, how dare he die and ruin our
I thought my own death would be the
biggest let down. And I thought
Peck's death would be a reason to
party. I was really looking forward
But, we're dead. Can't we still
track him down?
I need a job. Mel needs a job. Then
I'll worry about Peck. Will you
still help me?
Don't you mean us? Aren't you and
Miss Mel...you know?
Oscar looks dumbfounded. Mel blushes.
Tell me you two are aware of the
vibes you're giving off?
She is smitten with you, son. And
you'd be a fool not to also be
smitten with her.
Oscar looks at Mel and smiles sheepishly.
So I've heard.
Well...Go give her a smooch. Put a
stamp on it and mail it in, man. Go
on. Go on.
I'm not sure this is the time...
Mel walks over next to him.
Oh, I don't know. No time like the
Listen to her. You never know when
you're going to be crushed by
several tons of robotic dinosaur
and moving in next door to this
schmuck for eternity.
Ray points to Peter with a hitchhiker's thumb.
Hey, what about...nah. He's right,
kids. Get on with the lip lock.
Mel puts her arms around Oscar's neck and plants one on him.
He reciprocates. The crowd goes wild.
Louis grabs Janine and kisses her.
Peter grabs Ray and Ray holds his nose and blows out his
eyeball. Peter is the only one who notices.
The kisses break. Oscar and Mel stare into each other's eyes
for a long moment.
Janine lets go of Louis and hugs the young couple.
That's beautiful...and it reminds
me, I have something for you,
She walks to Oscar's couch and opens a sizeable bag and pulls
out three leather bound journals and hands them to Oscar.
Yeah. Honey, these were Egon's. I
bought them for him back when we
were still a new business. He put
all of his notes in there. I can't
make much sense out of it, but
maybe it will help.
I can help you decipher.
Fine, just don't touch them, Dr.
Stantz. You're slimy.
Of course. I can't believe you kept
Egon was very special to me. These
are all I have of his.
I'm honored. I won't let anything
happen to them.
I tell you what. I'll scan them
into your laptop. Then we can store
them somewhere safe, just until
Louis and Janine get a place of
Mel kisses Oscar and takes the books from his hand.
This shouldn't take long.
INT. LIGHTING BOB'S GARAGE - TWO DAYS LATER
Louis and Oscar are sitting at a work bench. They have tablet
computers in front of them and various gadgets around them.
Louis is wearing magnifying glasses.
The bench has oscilloscopes and spectrum analyzers and other
pieces of test equipment fired up and blinking.
Printed versions of Egon's notes are spread out on the bench
and a few diagrams have been blown up and are tacked to the
Thanks again, Bob, for letting me
use your workshop.
Peter and Ray are gone, but their slime is dripping from a
pair of deck chairs. Lightning Bob stands just inside the
open garage door and hoses them off.
Sure thing man. Thanks for bringing
the ghosts by. Too cool.
Where'd you get all of this
I call it my pension plan. If I
don't find a paycheck soon, it's
all going on eBay.
You stole this?
Borrowed. Right after they fired
me. It's not my fault they won't
let me back in the building.
Louis stands up and shouts.
Oscar. I got it! I actually got it!
Oscar and Lighting Bob walk over to look at what he's doing.
Louis presses a button on Egon's old spectrometer and moves
it near an antenna sticking out of one of the pieces of test
equipment. Numbers register on the small screen. The little
wings light up and move up and down.
Then he presses the screen on his tablet. An app opens with a
digital image of the spectrometer. He plugs a thin, black
cable into the usb port on the tablet and moves both the real
spectrometer and the end of the cable toward the same
The lights on the tablet screen glow and the wings on the
picture of the spectrometer animate. The numbers registered
are the same as the numbers on the actual spectrometer.
Oscar, Louis, Janine, Mel, Lighting Bob, Ray and Peter mill
around in Lighting Bob's garage.
Peter touches stuff and gets slime on it. Lighting Bob hoses
Janine solders something. They turn it on and it catches
Ray tries to explain Egon's notes. Oscar and Louis don't get
Peter touches something else. Lighting Bob hoses it off.
Janine solders again. This time, it works.
Ray tries to explain a different way. Oscar and Louis don't
Peter touches something else. Lighting Bob hoses it off and
then bans Peter from the garage. Peter tries to step inside
and gets the stink eye.
Mel steps in and explains what Ray was trying to explain.
Oscar and Louis get it.
Peter tries to enter the garage while he is invisible, but
he's picked up on the tablet by Mel. She yells at him and he
goes back outside.
Two other apps are successful. Ray and Louis attempt to high
five. Louis's hand goes through Ray's and slime flies onto
one of the tablets. The tablet shorts out. Lighting Bob hoses
INT. SYFY PRODUCTION FACILITY, OFFICE, LATE AT NIGHT
The plaque on the desk still reads WALTER PECK. The chair is
turned away from us, but ghostly glowing emanations come from
the other side of it.
What are you doing, Oscar Barrett?
I didn't think you had it in you.
A ghostly hand reaches out and opens a desk drawer. A
canister comes out and is set on the desk top. Some sort of
tethered mask is pulled from the canister to the chair and a
sucking sound is heard, like an asthmatic using an inhaler.
Peck chuckles to himself. An evil sounding thing.
INT. OSCAR'S APARTMENT LIVING ROOM - THE NEXT DAY
The crew has gathered to go to their first haunt. They sit
around in a circle and discuss it.
Everybody understand the plan?
I'm on it.
What's my motivation?
I mean, I'm a ghost, I'm haunting
this abandoned house. What's my
motivation? Why not just move into
the city, get a swanky pad like
Oscar here, find me a dead honey
and squirt out some ghostlings?
Peter, for once...
Okay, okay. I got it. Jump out and
No. Don't say anything. And we
can't see your face or it will be
just like it was before. The public
still recognizes you. We just need
to see something.
I'll do the whole glowing, almost
transparent thing. Like this.
He makes a face like he's straining and then Peter all but
disappears. His features are faint, but he is obviously
glowing. Small wisps of light lick off of him like flames.
Huh? Huh? How's that?
That's perfect, actually. Do
exactly that. How's that look on
Mel is capturing the moment on her cell phone camera. She
stops the recording and plays it back, holding it up for the
room to see.
Looks great to me.
Ray holds up his hand.
Go ahead, honey. This is an open
I can't do that. I mean, I never
tried, but I don't know how you do
Peter comes back into almost focus, full strength. His
eyebrows are raised.
So now I can do two things the
great Ray Stantz can't do.
What's the other one?
Get a date.
It's like holding your breath.
Instead of going invisible, you go
the other way. Parts go invisible,
Ray gives it a try, but he only disappears.
Almost. So close, nope. That's
exactly the opposite of what I said
Peter does the trick again.
See? Visualize and it will happen.
You spent a lot of time staring in
the mirror to learn this, don't
Hey, when you look this good.
Relax, Ray. We'll practice on the
EXT. OLD ABANDONED HOUSE - LATER THAT EVENING
The house is a dilapidated single story that is surrounded by
tall weeds and shrubs. Industrial stacks can be seen in the
distance. The sun is nearly set.
The crew piles out of the van and in through the missing
door. Mel carries a camera on a shoulder rig. Lighting Bob
has two handheld lights connected to a battery in some kind
Louis and Oscar hold tablets.
The ghosts vanish from view.
Janine stops at the porch.
I'm not goin' in there. It's nasty.
You just got out of prison.
Not by choice. Now that I'm a free
woman again, I choose clean.
You can be the getaway driver.
Louis growls at Janine in a sexy way. She rushes over to give
him a kiss.
Stop, it's cute.
Count me in when you're
investigating the Central Park Ritz
or maybe a day spa.
Janine walks back to the van and sits behind the wheel. She
turns on the radio and begins to file her nails.
INT. ABANDONED HOUSE - CONTINUOUS
The crew walks together. Louis holds out the USB wand and
Oscar turns on the EVP recorder app. Lighting Bob and Mel
keep the lights and the camera in sync.
We, the former members of
Paranormal Patrol are investigating
an abandoned home just outside the
industrial district. We've heard
stories from groups of local
teenagers who use the dwelling for
various activities we won't
mention. They say there are ghosts
There's a crashing sound from somewhere else in the house.
Mel and Lighting Bob point toward the noise.
Louis moves toward the noise with his wand in the air. The
spectrometer on the tablet begins to flash and animate.
The rest of the crew follows him.
It sounds like the stories were
true. Something is in this house.
Hopefully it isn't just horny kids.
Oscar stops and looks into the camera.
I don't know what this show will be
called or if it will ever air, but
my promise is to find actual
evidence, things you can see,
things that can be recorded as
irrefutable proof of life after
death. Stay with us, folks.
They move around the corner of what used to be the living
room area to a hallway that looks to lead to a pair of
Something floats in the hall. It looks like a small orb of
light the size of a softball.
What is that?
Screw this. I'm out of here.
The lights waver and then extinguish as Lighting Bob runs
from the scene.
The floating orb wavers but doesn't move.
Mel turns on the night vision on her camera.
Bob? Shit. Mel, do you still have
Yes. Switched to night vision. The
object is in frame.
Off the scale.
The orb wavers again.
Are you getting this?
Oscar takes a few steps forward.
The orb glows brighter, then unfolds into a near human form.
Head, shoulders, torso and ghostly hands can be seen.
It looks at them for a long while. It's featureless face
staring them down.
That is a free floating, full torso
Mel zooms in on the ghost.
A dog BARKS and jumps on the ghost. But it isn't a dog. It's
the ghost of a dog, mid sized and mutt looking. The human
ghost dissipates and flies off. The ghost dog rushes toward
Louis, then Oscar who tries to get out of the way, but he
Get it off of me!
The ghost dog is wagging its tail and trying to lick Oscar.
All it succeeds in doing is drooling ectoplasm all over
Tell me you got all that on camera.
I'm still rolling.
Okay then, turn it off and help me
EXT. ABANDONED HOUSE - MOMENTS LATER
Oscar, Louis, Mel, Ray and Peter exit the house and walk
toward the car where Lighting Bob and Janine are talking. The
ghost dog follows, bouncing along behind them like an excited
How did it go?
Brilliant. It was genius.
And who's this little guy?
The dog bounces happily around her, leaving slime drops
everywhere he steps.
He surprised us in there. Who was
that? Peter was that you? Creepy as
Nope. That was me. I figured it out
in the car thanks to Venkman. Cool
It was perfect.
I think we should call him GB.
That's a terrible name. Why not
Butch or Chico or Mister Chompy
GB stands for ghost buster.
You aren't thinking of keeping him
GB wags his tail and sits next to Mel, panting.
We can't leave him here. He's all
What are we going to do with him?
He could be our mascot.
I think he's adorable.
Everyone stares at GB who pants and wags, pants and wags.
Fine with me. Lets go get this
Everyone climbs into the van. GB barks.
Come on, boy!
GB jumps into the van and onto Mel leaving a trail of slime
on her face and her lap.
As the van drives off, GB begins to bark.
EXT. HIGHWAY - MOMENTS LATER
The van drives down the highway toward Lighting Bob's house.
GB's head hangs out of an open window. He is panting and
leaving a trail of slime the whole way.
INT. SYFY OFFICES MAIN LOBBY - CONTINUOUS
A SECURITY GUARD sits at a desk and plays a game on her cell
phone. A bank of monitors flicker next to her but she isn't
A loud CRASH comes from down one hallway. It startles her.
What the hell was that?
She stands up and puts her hand on the taser in her belt as
she walks toward the noise. With her other hand, she dials a
number on her cell phone. It rings.
Hello. This is officer 9727 at the
SyFy building. Uh huh. Some shit is
going down. I just wanted to call
She walks a few more steps into the hallway.
What do you mean their isn't any
back up? I'm not trying to get dead
out here. Not for no ten bucks an
Another CRASH sounds from Peck's office. The Guard jumps and
pulls her taser out of the holster. She turns toward Peck's
office and takes a few more steps.
I'm gonna die. I'm gonna die. I'm
She steps into the doorway, eyes wide and flips on the light
I don't know who's in here, but I'm
armed and I ain't afraid to whoop
Peck's ghost SCREAMS and flies toward her from behind the
The Guard drops her phone and screams.
Officer 9272? Ma'am? Are you there?
Can you tell me what's going on?
I'm trying to get a hold of
building security to send you some
The security guard stands perfectly still. Her face is frozen
in a scream and she is covered in slime. Peck's ghost laughs
INT. SYFY OFFICES MAIN LOBBY - MOMENTS LATER
The security guard is wrapped in a blanket. Her face shows an
expression of shock.
Another security guard stands with her and a POLICEMAN asks
Can you tell me anything, ma'am?
Anything at all? What did you see?
Officer 9727 doesn't speak and doesn't move.
There is another CRASH from down the hallway and then a pair
of gun shots followed by another crash.
OFFICER #2 runs into the lobby.
I'm out. It can't be killed.
INT. OSCAR'S APARTMENT BEDROOM - THE NEXT DAY
Oscar is snoring. Sun is streaming in the window and onto his
Mel walks in from the kitchen wearing boxer shorts and a tank
top. She has two mugs of coffee balanced on a laptop computer
and sets the stack on the night stand next to Oscar's head.
She straddles him and kisses his forehead.
On the floor, GB rouses sleepily and yawns.
Wake up, lazy.
Oscar slowly opens his eyes and sits up.
Ooh, coffee. Thanks.
He leans toward her for a kiss and then grabs his coffee for
Time to check our hits.
You think we got any?
I'm betting on five hundred.
Oh really? Well, I'll see your five
hundred and raise you five hundred.
A thousand, huh? Let's see.
She grabs the laptop and opens it, opens the browser and
clicks on the history to open the YouTube channel.
She spins the computer around and he sees 142,716 views.
There is a string of comments.
We are in business.
Mel grins and GB barks, wagging his tail.
The YouTube page doesn't change, but the video title, content
and comments do.
Two videos turn into three, then five, then eight.
The ghost of Walter Peck watches the videos in his office.
A small news headline claims the SyFy offices at Rockerfeller
Center are haunted.
The channel name changes to GHOSTBUSTERS and the old logo
precedes all of their videos.
The views and followers on their page approach the millions.
Twitter trends #ghostbustersreturn.
Lighting Bob's old white van gets a fresh paint job and
Ghostbuster logos on the side.
The ghost of Walter Peck throws the laptop across the room.
ABC's Good Morning America crew performs an interview about
the hauntings at Rockerfeller Center.
INT. SYFY OFFICES - LATE AT NIGHT
The ghost of Walter Peck sits in his high back chair, still
facing away from the camera.
He takes another snort from the canister on his desk.
He takes the canister from his desk and pulls the mask over
his ghostly face and sucks in. The gauge on the canister goes
from full to empty in just a few seconds.
Peck grows. He floats across the room to a closet door and
flings it open. The room is full of similar canisters and he
grabs one in each hand.
He drops the empty can and hooks his mask up to one of the
full ones and sucks it down. He grows again, looking more
fearsome, almost demonic.
He drains a third and then grabs two more canisters.
Peck begins to laugh.
EXT. SYFY OFFICES, ROCKERFELLER CENTER - CONTINUOUS
There is a low RUMBLING SOUND that grows. The windows begin
to glow and then warp. Purple and orange pressure waves blow
out the windows and send energy beams into the sky.
Peck's laughter booms from the building.
INT. OSCAR'S APARTMENT LIVING ROOM - LATER THAT NIGHT
Oscar sits with Mel and GB. They are watching television when
the news breaks in. The NEWS ANCHOR is glamorous and
perfectly manicured. Her face barely moves as she speaks.
Breaking news from New York City...
Her words fade into the background as Mel and Oscar watch the
Video of the building appears. Scenes of broken glass on the
sidewalk and of the ghostly fog that pours from the openings.
Oscar's phone rings.
EXT. SYFY FACILITY - TWO HOURS LATER
Title: ONE HOUR LATER
Oscar, Mel, GB, Louis and Janine arrive at the SyFy facility
in Rockerfeller center with Ray and Peter tagging along as
The team steps out and approaches the entrance.
Louis exits the van wearing one of the old proton packs.
I can't believe you brought that
Where'd you find it, anyway?
Janine had a storage building
loaded with memorabilia. We figured
we could sell it all when we got
out and make a decent profit. Turns
out we needed it more than we
The whole building glows and smoke is rising up from several
places in the roof. Creeping fog rolls through the lobby and
out from between the shattered front doors.
Multiple police cars are parked out front and their red and
blue lights flash and flicker, but no one dares go inside.
Has anyone been in?
Do you mind if we go in?
Nope. Be my guest.
We'll be careful.
Best of luck, guys. Just don't call
us when the shit hits the fan. I'm
staying right here.
The cops watch Oscar and company walk through the shattered
doors, down the hallway and up the elevator toward the SyFy
floor and Peck's office.
I have a lousy feeling about this.
Dickless is a slippery something or
Ha! You said dickless. Again.
INT. SYFY OFFICES - CONTINUOUS
The plaque on the door reads: WALTER PECK-EXECUTIVE PRODUCER
Ray and Peter go through the closed wooden door leaving a
blotch of slime. Oscar and Melanie come behind them. Melanie
carries a camera to film the occasion. Louis and Janine
follow with tablets.
None other than WALTER PECK himself sits in the office in a
great leather chair behind a large desk. He is revolting,
huge and his chest heaves as he breathes, even though he's
His eyes are red, his teeth are long and gnarled. His muscles
bulge as if he might explode. He is now more thing than man.
The floor of his office is littered with empty canisters.
I've been waiting for you boys. I
knew you'd come around eventually.
You should address us as, ladies
The Peck thing laughs.
I only see ladies.
You're still an asshole. Everyone
with me there?
Walter shoots a bolt of energy from his fingertips and zaps
Peter with it.
Ouch. You're not going to change my
mind with that attitude, Mister.
Louis flips the switch on his proton pack and it sputters to
He fires. The blast hits Peck in the face and he sucks the
energy beam right out of the air and swallows it. Then he
starts to laugh.
The entire building shakes, letting rubble drop from the
The proton pack fizzles and its power dies.
Peck blasts Louis and knocks him to the ground. Janine rushes
to her husband.
She helps Louis out of the pack and back to his feet.
How did you...?
Because I'm smarter than you, Dr.
Stantz. I'm smarter than all of
you. Always have been, always will
That may all be true but you didn't
Peck stands up from his chair and the chair rolls back into
the wall. Peck's eyes flame with anger.
I'll answer the question. Not long
after your little fiasco with the
dinosaur, I learned a trick with
ectoplasmic energy that carried
He drains another canister with a disgusting snorting sound.
The benefits were all theoretical
of course, until I died.
Oscar, Janine, Melanie, Louis and Peter all glare at him.
No, I agree, it is fascinating. And
the power I've learned to wield in
just the first few days of death is
You've been storing ectoplasm for
Give or take. I haven't calculated
it out yet, but I figure it will
sustain me at full power for
several decades, maybe longer. Or
maybe I could splurge and squash a
few bugs from my past!
He rises into the air and blasts the ghosts. Then he blasts
at Louis and Janine. The energy beams burn them and knock
them to the ground causing only minor injuries.
Young man, stopping is the one
thing I no longer have to do.
Peck blasts Oscar. Oscar spins, grabbing his arm where the
I knew we should've built some
What is it you want?
Peck laughs and blows on his smoking finger like it was the
barrel of a gun.
There hasn't been a movie or
television show that mentions the
word ghost in the past fifteen
years that doesn't have my name on
it somewhere. I want to control of
the paranormal world now, from the
front lines. It ruined me so long
ago, and so I learned to own it.
Finding out you worms were fakes
was the best thing that ever
happened to me and I don't ever
want that feeling of victory to
Peck blasts Ray and Peter again. A bigger blast. They are
actually hurt this time.
I figured, hey, if you can't beat
'em, take over and make 'em your
bitch. I'll keep the Ghostbuster
name in the shadows.
But your dead now.
Gone from one world, but not
forgotten. As long as I keep
collecting, I can go on
indefinitely. If ghosts are real,
then why can't I continue to run my
business? Think of it. Movies
produced from beyond the grave?
It's a dream come true.
He blasts the ghosts again. And again.
I grow tired of all of you.
He blasts them again, raking the energy over them like a
waterfall. The building begins to crack and come down around
She grabs one of the many awards from the shelf and hurls it
at Peck. It goes right through him.
He laughs and blasts her. Louis steps up to protect his wife
and Peck blasts Louis, knocking him down.
Melanie drops the camera at this point and she and Oscar try
to flank Peck, but he shoots them both.
The six desperately try to escape the office, Peck waves his
arms as if he was conducting an orchestra, zapping them with
The one-sided showdown is short lived.
A brilliant white light fills the room and Winston appears,
down from heaven—an answer to their prayers. He is escorted
by two angels dressed in full battle gear. Their wings glow.
Thought you could use a little help.
You are my favorite person of
color. Have I ever told you that?
As Peck shoots at them, the angels deflect the bursts and
attack with projectiles of their own.
Peck pulls a canister of ectoplasmic juice from under his
desk and sucks the energy from within like it was an oxygen
mask. He strengthens and fires back at the angels.
This back and forth happens a few times and it appears the
angels are matched blow for blow by Peck.
The floor cracks open in several places around them.
A chorus of heavy metal guitars screams, flames and red
glowing evil shoot from cracks in the floor.
Bits of the floor fall away, leaving a hole you could drive a
A black and chrome muscle-car-tour-bus drives up and out of
the hole and takes the side of the building out with it.
Egon steps out and he is flanked by two massive, red-skinned
The demons momentarily join forces with the angels.
That's your last can of juice old
man. We snorted the rest of your
shit about five minutes ago.
I've been keeping my eye on you,
The Peck thing screams and hurries to his closet. He rips the
door off the hinge and sure enough, it is empty.
The demons cackle and open the rear door of the tour bus.
Hundreds of canisters spill out onto the ground.
Egon! You're a...a badass!
Egon nods at her with a grin, then pushes his ghostly glasses
up on his nose.
Peck shoots his blasts at the demons, but the angels attack
him. He turns on the angels and the demons attack him. The
battle heads outside into the world and rages on.
The police and bystanders scatter.
Cell phone cameras are everywhere.
Egon and Winston help their friends up and dust them off.
Egon sees the discarded and broken proton pack.
Look at that. You kept one. That
increases the thermal energy in my
atria and ventricles.
As Peck shrieks in the background, the angels and demons tear
him apart. Pieces of him fly about, hitting the walls and the
ground, melting into ectoplasm and soaking in.
The last piece is Peck's head. It is mostly human.
I'll find a way to come back. You
mark my words!
He fades away.
Mark my words? Who talks like that?
It's like rue the day or you'll be
sorry. I'm going to get you my
When the dust settles, the demons and angels walk back to the
office where the ghostbusters and the humans are waiting for
We've taken care of the problem.
Yeah, we make a pretty good team.
In this case, we did.
The demon nods and chuckles, then appears to have an idea.
Dude, Angels, I dig the way you
throw down. Perhaps a truce is in
The demon holds his clawed red hand out for the lead angel to
The angel smiles, but only shakes his head.
Not just no, but hell no.
I totally respect that answer.
In a flash of electric guitar riff, fire and brimstone, the
demons are gone.
You need anything else? A ride
Nope. I'd like to hang out for a
while, talk to the fellas for a
Not too long. The boss...
Winston holds up a hand.
I'm good with the boss.
The lead angel nods and then he and his crew of two disappear
with a flurry of feathers.
After a brief few hugs, handshakes and introductions, the
boys let Oscar and Melanie know they can't stay.
But, don't you even want to talk to
my mom again?
Oh, no. No, I think we've kicked
that dead horse enough.
How long do you have left?
They have fulfilled all of their
unfinished business. I'd guess
they've got about five minutes
RAY, EGON AND PETER
Ray, Egon, it's like this: Heaven
is pretty much up to you.
What does that mean?
I mean it isn't specific to one
religion. You can pick, for lack of
a better explanation.
You mean I can go to Valhalla?
Egon, what about you?
I'd like to keep my options open.
You know, for study purposes.
I'm thinking vintage Beverly Hills.
Hot starlets and gangster cars.
Party with Sinatra and the
interesting crowd, you know? Back
in the day before it got to be
Pete, you don't have a choice.
A split opens up in the ground at Peter's feet. Red light and
smoke flow out from within.
You don't mean...
Peter's lip quivers a little, but then he bucks up.
It's okay. I can work with this.
This is good. It'll be an
He looks at Egon.
What's down there, Eegs?
Oh, you know. Hot starlets and
gangster cars. Sinatra. The
I knew it.
You'll be fine, Pete. Mention my
name. I know people down there.
I'll do that. And I expect all of
you to visit me. You'll recognize
me. My tortured screaming will be
the coolest. Or maybe I could come
and spend the weekend with you
guys? We could hang, get take
He begins to fade and then to stretch down into the hole.
One by one, the others fade out as well.
Oscar, Melanie, Louis and Janine stare in amazement and a
little sadness for a moment.
Janine waves and mouths the word GOODBYE.
Oscar clears his throat and wipes a tear from his eye.
Melanie hugs him.
(to Louis and Janine)
What about you guys? You in? We
could start all over and I could
Her look is stern enough that Oscar understands she means
Louis just shakes his head and smiles.
We've got some life to live, don't
You know it.
EXT. BARRETT-POHA HOUSE - OSCAR'S BIRTHDAY
Oscar and Melanie stand on the stoop and ring the doorbell of
a beautiful home. Dana and Janosz's answer as a couple There
are hugs and introductions and smiles.
Oscar and Melanie are hunting ghosts with some new recruits.
They have turned The Ghostbusters into a reality TV show and
they are catching real ghosts ON SCREEN.
The show franchises out, (The Real Ghostbusters of Miami, The
Real Ghostbusters of Chicago, etc.) ridding the world of
pesky poltergeists which bother not only the living, but also
Proton packs are replaced with a much smaller unit that runs
on green energy and the control panel is a series of smart
phone apps developed by Oscar with a little help from Egon's
GB the ghost dog is still with them.
He helps them on their hunts and...
He sleeps next to their bed on a slime soaked dog pillow.