Friday, August 28, 2015

Ghostbusters III: An open letter to Dan Aykroyd, Bill Murray, Ernie Hudson, Ivan Reitman and the late, great Harold Ramis

And Annie Potts, Sigourney Weaver,  Rick Moranis, Peter McNichol.....

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.
   


               GHOSTBUSTER III
               The version I want to see.
               Fan Fiction by Dan Dillard



               EXT. NATIONAL MUSEUM OF NATURAL HISTORY, SMITHSONIAN -
               EVENING

               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.

                                   REPORTER
                         Think you could put that out?

               The cameraman peeks around his viewfinder, hating the woman.

                                   CAMERAMAN
                         Nope.


               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.

                                   CAMERAMAN (CONT'D)
                         Any day now.

               The reporter sighs and gives him the stink eye, which he
               catches on camera before he cues her to go.

                                   REPORTER
                         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
               charges.

                                   GHOSTBUSTERS
                             (in unison)
                         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
               directions.

               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.

                                   EGON
                         We seem to have a problem, Louis.

               LOUIS TULLY answers him through the headset

                                   LOUIS(O.S.)
                         I know, Egon. We're doing the best
                         we can.

               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.

                                   JANINE
                         I can't put this fire out. I don't
                         have anything to put a fire out
                         with.

               Louis covers the mic with his hand.

                                   LOUIS
                         There is supposed to be an
                         extinguisher. You should always
                         have an extingui...Just use that,
                         use that!
                             (into the mic)
                         Hey, we're on top of it. Don't
                         worry, Egon.



               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
               his eyes.

                                   EGON
                         Pete. Back on the clock please.

                                   PETER
                         Yeah. Right with you Eegs. PR
                         calls.

               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.

                                   PETER
                         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
               sky.

               Egon's headset lies on the ground just beyond the wreckage.
               We hear the faint sound of Louis's voice coming from the
               headphones.

                                   LOUIS (O.S.)
                         Guys? Guys?



               INT. CONTROL CENTER VAN - CONT'D

               Louis is holding cables, trying to figure out which one plugs
               into which socket.

                                   LOUIS
                         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.

                                   LOUIS
                         Ya see, that thingy wasn't plugged
                         into the other…

               Louis looks up and his voice fades out as a news report cuts
               in.



               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.

                                   REPORTER
                         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
                         life.

               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.

                                   REPORTER
                         It appears the incident...and I
                         find this difficult to report...was
                         staged.

               The crowd's disbelief turns to disappointment and  outrage.

                                   REPORTER
                         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
                         nearby van.



               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.

                                   YOUNG OSCAR
                         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.

                                   DANA
                         Oscar. Oscar wait!

               The news reporter on television continues.

                                   REPORTER
                         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.

                                   LOUIS
                         I'm sorry. It wasn't supposed to
                         happen like this.

                                   JANINE
                         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.

                                   REPORTER
                         Ready to believe you, indeed.



               MONTAGE

               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...



               END MONTAGE

                                                       FADE TO BLACK.

               TITLE: The famous GHOSTBUSTERS LOGO except the ghost holds up
               three fingers.

               The Ghostbusters logo is shattered and replaced by another
               logo.



               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.

                                   OSCAR
                         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.

                                   DIRECTOR
                         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.

                                   MEL
                         My bad.

               The DIRECTOR, fifties, peers at her over his glasses. He is
               smiling, but there is an evil quality to it.

                                   DIRECTOR
                         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
                         PA's?

               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.

                                   OSCAR
                         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.

                                   JANOSZ (O.S.)
                         Tell Oscar I say hello.

                                   DANA
                         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
               the background.

                                   PRODUCER (O.S.)
                         It's not scary. If it's not scary,
                         people stop watching. Make it more
                         scary!

                                   OSCAR
                         Yeah. Hi Janosz. I can't believe
                         you married that guy, ma.
                         Seriously, though, can I call you
                         back?



               INT. THE BARRETT-POHA KITCHEN - CONT'D

               Dana finishes slicing a carrot and moves on to a stalk of
               celery.

                                   DANA
                         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.

                                   OSCAR
                         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.

                                   DANA (O.S.)
                         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.

                                   OSCAR
                         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
               around.

                                   DIRECTOR (O.S.)
                         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.

                                   DIRECTOR (O.S.)
                         Okay, folks, you know the drill.
                         Roll sound, camera and action when
                         ready.

               The camera guy gives Oscar a thumbs up. Oscar puts his cell
               phone away, clears his throat and looks directly into the
               lens.

               NIGHT VISION VIEW - DOCUMENTARY STYLE - CONT'D

               Oscar looks at the camera and begins speaking in an announcer
               voice.

                                   OSCAR
                         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.

                                   MEL
                         You're the boss.

               The camera moves back to Oscar.

               Someone's cell phone rings and disrupts the whole mood.

                                   DIRECTOR (O.S.)
                         Cut! Cut, goddamnit. People. Turn
                         your shit off or at least put it on
                         vibrate. I need some coffee. I need
                         some whiskey!

               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
               flask.

               The Producer grabs Oscar and spins him around.

                                   PRODUCER
                         Oscar, buddy, we have to go over
                         this script.
                         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,
                         eventually.

                                   OSCAR
                         We'll never capture anything with
                         all this gear, with all these
                         people. I mean, wouldn't you hide
                         if you were a ghost?

                                   PRODUCER
                         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
                         us.

                                   OSCAR
                         What are you suggesting?

                                   PRODUCER
                         I don't know. Some bling, some
                         glamour. Maybe some nipples?

               The producer looks at Mel. She flips him her middle finger.

                                   PRODUCER
                         Sass. I like that.

               He waves his hands around, then looks at Oscar as if he is
               waiting for a reaction, a response.

                                   PRODUCER
                         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?

                                   OSCAR
                         I guess, yeah.

                                   PRODUCER
                         The bachelorette always chooses a
                         dude, right?

                                   OSCAR
                         I don't see how that's relev...

                                   PRODUCER
                         Christ, Osc, the Bigfoot show is
                         catching us in ratings. Have you
                         seen that one?

                                   OSCAR
                         No.

                                   PRODUCER
                         Garbage. People eat it up, but it's
                         garbage.

                                   OSCAR
                         So what are you suggesting?

                                   PRODUCER
                         Hunters need weapons, right?

               The producer stares at him, hands spread in an am-I-right
               gesture.

               Oscar frowns.

                                   OSCAR
                         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.

                                   PRODUCER
                         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.

                                   OSCAR
                         You do remember what happened last
                         time someone tried to fake
                         hauntings for money?

                                   PRODUCER
                         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
                         anymore, buddy.
                         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,
               still smiling.

                                   PRODUCER
                         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.

                                   DRIVER
                         Lady, how much longer is this gonna
                         take?

               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.

                                   LOUIS
                         Hi baby.

                                   JANINE
                         I've missed you.

               He grabs her and they kiss passionately. The cabbie rolls his
               eyes.

                                   LOUIS
                         Where to first?

                                   JANINE
                         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.

                                   JANINE
                         Louis, honey this is stupid.

                                   LOUIS
                         Stupid? It was your idea.
                         I wanted to get a hotel room and…

               Janine grabs him and interrupts.

                                   JANINE
                         Look at us.

                                   LOUIS
                         What?

                                   JANINE
                         I mean, we've really let ourselves
                         go. I used to represent the height
                         of fashion.

               Louis nods in agreement, then frowns.

                                   LOUIS
                         Janine, this is something we just
                         have to do.

               They continue walking.

                                   JANINE
                         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.

                                   LOUIS
                         You don't know what it was like in
                         there. All the things they did to
                         me.

                                   JANINE
                         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.

                                   LOUIS
                         They lost us our house.

                                   JANINE
                         But we can get another one. I'm
                         sure you still have what it takes
                         to get us back on our feet.

                                   LOUIS
                         They lost us our money.

                                   JANINE
                         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
                         taxes.

                                   LOUIS
                         They lost us our dignity.

                                   JANINE
                         We'll be fine. All I need is you.
                         All we need is each other.

               He stops and looks at her.

                                   LOUIS
                         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.

                                   JANINE
                         When I see those four sonsabitches,
                         I'm gonna kill 'em.

                                   LOUIS
                         They're already dead.

                                   JANINE
                         Then I'll kill 'em again.

               Louis catches up.

                                   LOUIS
                         Well, when you're done killing
                         them, I'm gonna kill 'em.

                                   JANINE
                         Then, we can kill 'em again
                         together.

               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
                         0100110101101111011011000110010001
                         1001100101100001000000111001101110
                         0001101111011100100110010101110011
                         0100000011000010110111001100100001
                         0000011001100111010101101110011001
                         1011101010111001100101110

               TITLE: "Molds, spores and fungus"

                                   LOUIS
                         Okay boys. We paid our dues for
                         you, now you're gonna do something
                         for us.

               They wait. Thunder and lightning crash in the background.

               Louis puffs out his chest, tough guy.

                                   LOUIS
                         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.

                                   LOUIS
                         I said…

                                   JANINE
                             (screaming)
                         WAAAAAKE UUUUP!

               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.

                                   PETER
                         You rang?

               He recognizes the visitors.

                                   PETER
                         Lou? Janine? Wow. I had hoped an
                         eternity would pass and we would
                         never…see…eachother…again.
                             (To Janine)
                         What have you done with your hair?

               She snarls.

                                   JANINE
                         I've been in prison for twelve
                         years.

               Peter tallies up the time.

                                   PETER
                         Has it been that long? You don't
                         look a day older than… Sorry, I
                         just can't get that out with a
                         straight face.

               Janine glares.

                                   PETER
                         Speaking of my grandmother…She's
                         around here someplace. Oh, Granny?

                                   LOUIS
                         Stow it, Venkman.

               Peter mouths the words, "Stow it, Venkman" slowly, looking at
               the same time shocked and impressed at Louis's boldness.

                                   LOUIS
                         We've got a score to settle.
                         Where's Ray and Egon.

                                   PETER
                         So masculine.  Look, there's a
                         little something you seem to be
                         forgetting, Lou.

                                   LOUIS
                         What's that?

               Peter smiles, sheepishly, almost looking embarrassed for
               Louis.

                                   PETER
                         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.

                                   LOUIS
                         You're dead! I'll call you whatever
                         I want!

                                   PETER
                         Then I can't help you. If we can't
                         be civil…

               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.

                                   LOUIS
                         No! No, come back. I apologize.
                         Please.

               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
                         What?

                                   PETER
                         Say it.

               Louis shakes his head.

                                   LOUIS
                         Nuh uh.

               Peter cocks his head and raises an eyebrow.

                                   PETER
                         Saaaay it.

                                   LOUIS
                         I don't wanna

               Peter starts to disappear again. Janine elbows her husband
               and then, frustrated, upstages him.

                                   JANINE
                         Dr. Venkman, We need your help.
                         Yours, Dr. Winston's, Dr.
                         Spengler's and Dr. Stantz's help.

               Peter nods.

                                   PETER
                         Much better. You could learn a
                         thing or two from her.

                                   JANINE
                         So you'll help us?

                                   PETER
                         Sure, kitten, but the boys aren't
                         here and I just really can't be
                         bothered right now.

                                   JANINE
                             (exasperated)
                         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.

                                   PETER
                         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.

                                   LOUIS
                         Ugh.

               He wipes his face and turns to see another glowing figure
               coming up the hill. Lightning flashes again.

                                   PETER
                         There's one of my boys now.

               He looks back at Janine and Louis.

                                   PETER
                         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.

                                   PETER
                         The caped crusaders want our help.

               Ray's eyes widen and he snorts.

                                   PETER
                             (to Janine and Louis)
                         Ray vowed never to speak to the two
                         of you again.

                                   LOUIS
                         What's his problem?

               Ray turns around and fumes.

               Peter holds Ray back. He is smirking, but firm.

                                   PETER
                         Ray. Don't do it.

                                   PETER
                         Dr. Stantz, your blood pressure.

               Ray glares at him, then back at Louis and Janine.

                                   PETER
                         Okay, but you're the one with the
                         cholesterol problem.

               Louis shrugs.

                                   LOUIS
                         Let him through, I want to know.

               Peter relaxes. Ray pushes through Peter and his eyes glow
               red.

                                   RAY
                         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
                         us!

               Louis gulps.

                                   LOUIS
                         What's pro...

                                   PETER
                         Don't ask.

               Ray looks from Louis to Peter and back to Louis and grins.

                                   LOUIS
                         But what is...

                                   PETER
                         Seriously, don't ask that question.

                                   LOUIS
                         But...

                                   PETER
                         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.

                                   PETER
                         You just never really get used to
                         that.

               Janine grimaces. Ray bats at the eye like a cat playing with
               a ball of yarn and grins at the others' discomfort.

                                   PETER
                         Gahh.

               Ray pops his eyeball back in place.

                                   RAY
                         What is it you think we can do for
                         you.

                                   LOUIS
                         Fix our credibility so we can have
                         normal lives.

                                   RAY
                         Why would we care about that?

                                   JANINE
                         Out of the kindness of your heart?

               The ghost-ghostbusters laugh.

                                   LOUIS
                         Maybe we can help each other?
                         Anything has to be better than
                         this.

               Ray and Peter turn slowly to face him.

                                   RAY
                         So you want a genie that can grant
                         your wishes?

                                   LOUIS
                         Let's just say I have an idea.

               He straightens, looks confused and checks out the three
               gravestones.

                                   LOUIS
                         Hey…where's Winston?

               Ray grins and points up toward the clouds. Tully looks up.

                                   LOUIS
                         What?

                                   RAY
                         Heaven. Apparently, there really is
                         something to that whole church
                         thing.

                                   PETER
                         Yeah, his grave is over in the
                         ritzy section with the rest of the
                         straights.

               Janine stomps her foot.

                                   JANINE
                         We're getting nowhere. What about
                         Egon? He'll understand.

               Ray and Peter look at each other.

                                   PETER
                         He's in Hell.

                                   JANINE
                         What?

                                   RAY
                         That's right.

                                   JANINE
                         He went to hell? Not Egon.

                                   PETER
                         Dr. Spengl...

                                   JANINE
                         Shut it, Dr. Venkman.

                                   RAY
                         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
                         amazing stuff.

                                   PETER
                         Think of it like a study abroad
                         program.

               Janine and Louis ponder the idea and shrug.

                                   LOUIS
                         My plan needed all four of you, but
                         maybe the four of us can work it
                         out.

                                   PETER
                         I don't think we want to help you,
                         right Ray?

               Ray nods.

                                   RAY
                         Yeah, there's not really a Hallmark
                         card to win me back from death.

               Janine smiles.

                                   JANINE
                         I think you boys will change your
                         mind when you hear the plan.

                                   LOUIS
                         And the revenge.

               Ray's eyes brighten.

                                   RAY
                         Revenge? On who.

               Louis leans in and waves them closer.

               Peter looks around.

                                   PETER
                         Who is gonna hear us out here, Lou?

                                   LOUIS
                         Come on.

               He waves them in again and the crew huddles up.

                                   LOUIS
                         You may know Dana Barrett's son
                         Oscar runs his own ghost hunting
                         show now.

                                   PETER
                         Little Oscar? What's that kid, like
                         twelve?

               Ray glares at him.

                                   RAY
                         He'll be twenty seven in October.
                         And no, Louis. We don't get the HD
                         channels out here.

                                   PETER
                         Right. I knew that.

               Louis nods.

                                   RAY
                         Continue, Louis.

                                   LOUIS
                         His show is called Paranormal
                         Patrol.

                                   PETER
                         That's awful.

                                   JANINE
                         Let him finish, Dr. Venkman.

                                   PETER
                         Okay. But that name just sort of
                         smacks you in the face with how
                         much it sucks.

                                   JANINE
                         Shhh.

               Venkman sniggers.

                                   LOUIS
                         The show is quite popular. Anyway,
                         he works for someone you both love
                         to hate.

                                   PETER
                         Get to the point, Lou.

                                   LOUIS
                         He works for…

               A thunder clap obscures the name from the audience, but the
               ghosts hear it. Their eyes widen as do their grins.

                                   RAY
                         I'm in.

                                   PETER
                         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.

                                   LIGHTING BOB
                         Night, Oscar, Mel. See you
                         tomorrow.

                                   OSCAR
                         Wouldn't miss it.

                                   WOMAN
                         Tomorrow, bright and early.

                                   MEL
                         See you then.

               The BARTENDER comes over.

                                   BARTENDER
                         Bad day?

                                   MEL
                         About average.

                                   BARTENDER
                         You two sad sacks want another
                         round?

                                   OSCAR
                         I'm good.

               He looks at MEL. Her beer is still nearly full.

                                   MEL
                         No thanks.

               The Bartender taps the bar and then leaves.

                                   OSCAR
                         What am I doing?

                                   MEL
                         What are we doing?

                                   OSCAR
                         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.

                                   MEL
                         You're absolutely right.

                                   OSCAR
                         I wanted to prove something. I
                         wanted to bring truth to the world.

               The bartender rolls his eyes.

                                   MEL
                         You will, Oscar.

                                   OSCAR
                         You think so?

                                   MEL
                         I know so.

               Oscar smiles. He downs his third pint of beer.

                                   OSCAR
                             (to the bartender)
                         I think I will have one more.

               The bartender nods and fills another mug.

                                   MEL
                         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
                         on.

                                   OSCAR
                         You're leaving?

                                   MEL
                         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.

                                   OSCAR
                         Okay. See you tomorrow then.

                                   MEL
                         Good night.

               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
               each door.

                                   OSCAR
                             (singing)
                         Melanie might love me so I am a
                         fool.
                         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
               wandering about.

                                   LOUIS
                         Oscar Barrett?

               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.

                                   OSCAR
                         Who are you?

                                   LOUIS
                         My name is Louis Tully. This is my
                         wife Janine. I used to be your
                         mom's next door neighbor.

                                   OSCAR
                         Tully, right. I know you. You
                         worked for the Ghostbusters. I saw
                         you on TV.

                                   LOUIS
                         And now you're on TV. Funny how
                         life works.

                                   OSCAR
                         What do you want.

                                   JANINE
                         We just want to talk to you.

               Oscar raises the bat and takes a step toward them.

                                   OSCAR
                         How did you get in here?

                                   JANINE
                         I learned a few things in prison.
                         You should really upgrade your
                         security system.

               Peter Venkman's ghost appears, entering the living room
               through the kitchen wall and leaving an oozing ecto-stain.

                                   PETER
                         Agreed. I mean Ray and I just
                         walked right in.

               Oscar stumbles backward and ends up sitting in an overstuffed
               chair.

                                   PETER
                         Don't you remember me? I knew you
                         when you were just a baby. That
                         reminds me. You owe me one Namath
                         jersey.

                                   OSCAR
                         What's going on here?

               He stands back up and avoids Peter's ghost as they cross
               paths.

               Ray materializes next to Louis and Janine on the couch.

                                   RAY
                         Nice Peter. I thought we agreed to
                         be subtle.

                                   PETER
                         Come on, Ray. Subtle isn't really
                         my thing.

                                   OSCAR
                         Is this some kind of trick? Is this
                         the same bullshit you used before?

                                   RAY
                         We're dead, in case you didn't
                         notice.

                                   LOUIS
                         No tricks. They are the real deal.

               Oscar squints at Peter, then Ray, as if trying to see the
               strings.

               He shakes his head.

                                   OSCAR
                         No. You get out. All of you out.

                                   JANINE
                         Oscar, please. Just hear us out.

                                   OSCAR
                         Get out!

                                   PETER
                         Or what? I mean, who you gonna
                         call?

               The whole group looks at him with disdain.

                                   PETER
                         Too soon?

               Oscar studies the apparitions again. He moves closer to Ray
               and stares. Ray stares back at him.

                                   OSCAR
                         Amazing.

                                   PETER
                         Show him the eyeball thing, Ray.

                                   JANINE AND LOUIS
                         NO!

               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.

                                   RAY
                         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.

                                   LOUIS
                         Can we get down to business?

               Oscar nods.

                                   OSCAR
                         Sure.

                                   JANINE
                         We have some business with your
                         boss.

                                   OSCAR
                         Mr. Peck?

                                   JANINE
                         That's right. He was instrumental
                         in the prosecution's case against
                         us.

                                   PETER
                         Not to mention unleashing that hell
                         on Manhattan way back when.

                                   OSCAR
                         That was real?

                                   PETER
                         Of course.

               Ray and Louis glare at him.

                                   PETER
                         Okay, no. But we were saving that
                         for a special occasion and…I really
                         hate that guy.

               Oscar frowns.

                                   OSCAR
                         How'd you do it?

                                   RAY
                         Can we get into that later? I mean,
                         it's complic…

                                   OSCAR
                         Okay, then just tell me how'd you
                         get over on my mom?

                                   PETER
                         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.

                                   PETER
                         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
                         stuff.
                         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
                         sorry.

                                   OSCAR
                         I looked up to you guys.

               Oscar notices the stains on his couch.

                                   OSCAR
                         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.

                                   LOUIS
                         No. We don't want to meet him. We
                         want to pay him back. We want to
                         ruin him.

               Oscar smiles for a moment, then frowns.

                                   OSCAR
                         That show is my job. And a lot of
                         other people's, too.

                                   JANINE
                         Well, we thought, maybe if you
                         found some real ghosts…

               She motions at Ray and Peter

                                   JANINE
                         These ghosts, for example, that you
                         might be able to I don't know, host
                         your own show?

                                   OSCAR
                         And what's in it for you?

                                   LOUIS
                         We could produce it for you. I mean
                         we basically produced a show with
                         these guys and that was all live.

                                   OSCAR
                         I don't want to do the fake thing.

               He glares at Peter, then at Ray.

                                   OSCAR
                         I don't like lying to people.

                                   RAY
                         Agreed. And look, we've paid for
                         our sins, believe me.

                                   PETER
                         Show him the eye thing, Ray.

                                   OSCAR
                         Weren't there four of you? Where
                         are the other two guys?

                                   RAY
                         We're working on that. Trust me,
                         email would be a blessing, but we
                         have to get word through the old
                         fashioned grapevine.

               Oscar is still itching with questions. He squirms, looking
               uncomfortable.

                                   OSCAR
                         So how did you pay for it all?
                         There had to be millions of dollars
                         spent on your bullshit.

                                   RAY
                         We had financial backing
                         from…various sources.

                                   PETER
                         Do you have any idea how many asses
                         our antics put into church pews?

                                   OSCAR
                         What? A few churches around town?

                                   PETER
                         Bigger.

                                   OSCAR
                         Around the country?

                                   PETER
                         Bigger.

                                   OSCAR
                         Not the Vatican?

                                   RAY
                         This is all off the record, of
                         course.

                                   OSCAR
                         Who cares, I mean you're dead.

                                   RAY
                         Yeah. And so are a lot of very
                         important, very churchy people.
                         They still hold some clout in the
                         afterlife.

                                   OSCAR
                         Oh.

                                   PETER
                         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
                         year.

                                   OSCAR
                         Who?

                                   LOUIS
                         Exactly, but we're getting off
                         track here. We need to work on the
                         plan.

                                   OSCAR
                         Think I could get a nap first?
                         Maybe start tomorrow.

               The others stare at him, blank faced.

                                   OSCAR
                         Guess not.

               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.

                                   MEL
                         That feels good.

                                   OSCAR
                         Yeah it does.

                                   MEL
                         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.

                                   OSCAR
                         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.

                                   PETER
                         Oh yeah, baby. That feels sooo
                         good. Kiss mama. Come on, give mama
                         a kiss.

               He makes kissy noises. Oscar wakes up, sees Peter and falls
               out of the chair, knocking over the side table, lamp and a
               few books.

                                   OSCAR
                         How long was I asleep?

                                   PETER
                         Not long enough.

               Peter blows Oscar a kiss.

               Oscar struggles to his feet.

                                   OSCAR
                         Seriously, what time is it?

               He finally sees the clock and that it's two minutes to seven.

                                   OSCAR
                         Shit! I'm supposed to be on set
                         in...

               The phone rings, interrupting him. He picks up his cell and
               answers it.

                                   OSCAR
                         Hello?

                                   DIRECTOR (O.S.)
                         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!

                                   OSCAR
                         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.

                                   DIRECTOR (O.S.)
                         Tomorrow? Barrett, this show
                         doesn't revolve around you, you
                         know. I have at least ten other
                         losers I could call to front this
                         thing. Ten!

                                   OSCAR
                         Yes sir. First thing in the
                         morning. I'll be an hour early. I
                         know.

               The line goes dead and Oscar sets his phone down and shakes
               his head.

                                   OSCAR
                         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.

                                   LOUIS
                         Wow. What a night.

                                   JANINE
                         You should go to prison more often
                         if it's going to be like that.

                                   OSCAR
                         Please. I'm already nauseated.

                                   RAY
                         What's the problem?

                                   PETER
                         He's gonna get canned. Sounds like
                         the boss was pissed.

               Ray frowns, thinking.

                                   RAY
                         I dont' think so.

                                   OSCAR
                         No, Peter's right. He was pissed.

                                   RAY
                         No, I don't think you'll get fired.
                         Think about it.

               He's met with blank stares from everyone.

                                   RAY
                         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
               them.

                                   PETER
                         I don't get it.

                                   RAY
                         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?

                                   PETER
                         I hate that guy.

                                   OSCAR
                         Charmed? With what, bad luck?

                                   JANINE
                         It can't be that bad. You have a
                         nice place, probably a girlfriend?

                                   OSCAR
                         No girlfriend. Not anymore anyway.
                         And without a job, this place goes
                         out the window.

                                   LOUIS
                         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.

                                   JANINE
                             (to Louis)
                         Honey, I'm worried for you.

                                   OSCAR
                         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.

                                   OSCAR
                         And for now, I'd like to get some
                         food, some coffee and some rest.

                                   PETER
                         Good idea.

               Peter lies back on the chair and closes his eyes.

                                   RAY
                         I think he means alone.

                                   OSCAR
                         Yeah, alone. Please.

                                   PETER
                         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.

                                   RAY
                         You know we can be invisible,
                         right?

               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.

                                   JANINE
                         Louis, you're an animal.

                                   LOUIS
                         What?

                                   JANINE
                         You didn't just grope me?

                                   LOUIS
                         No.

                                   LOUIS AND JANINE
                         Dr. Venkman!

               Venkman chuckles as Oscar closes the door. He goes and sits
               down on his chair. The ectoplasm squishes.

                                   OSCAR
                         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.

                                   OSCAR
                         You're psychic.

                                   MEL
                         Can I come in? I brought doughnuts
                         and coffee.

               She holds them up.

                                   OSCAR
                         Of course.

               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.

                                   MEL
                         You look like hell. This place
                         looks like hell. What happened
                         after I left last night? Are you
                         okay?

                                   OSCAR
                         Long story.

                                   MEL
                         Funny, I have the whole day off.

               She grins.

                                   MEL
                         Can you do me one favor before we
                         eat?

                                   OSCAR
                         Sure.

                                   MEL
                         Take a shower. You stink.

                                   OSCAR
                         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.

                                   OSCAR
                         Oh, hey. Didn't expect you to be...

                                   MEL
                         You want me to leave? There wasn't
                         anyplace to sit out there that
                         wasn't...what is that stuff?

                                   OSCAR
                         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
               the bed.

               Mel pulls up a couple pillows and props them so he can lean
               back. She hands him the doughnuts and his coffee.

                                   OSCAR
                         When I got home last night, there
                         were some people waiting for me.
                         This sounds crazy.

                                   MEL
                         I'm game. Let me have it.

                                   OSCAR
                         It was Louis and Janine Tully.

               Mel squints her eyes, thinking, as if the names are familiar.
               Then her face shows recognition.

                                   MEL
                         They went to jail for the
                         Ghostbuster thing.

                                   OSCAR
                         Yeah, that's them. But they weren't
                         alone.

                                   MEL
                         Okay.

                                   OSCAR
                         Two of the ghostbusters were with
                         them.

                                   MEL
                         What? Are you telling me they faked
                         their deaths?

               Oscar shakes his head.

                                   OSCAR
                         No. They're still dead.

               Now Mel shakes her head.

                                   MEL
                         So what? They were ghosts?

                                   OSCAR
                         The real deal. That's what's all
                         over my furniture and walls out
                         there. Ectoplasm.

                                   MEL
                         Gross. I mean, cool, but gross.

                                   OSCAR
                         You believe me?

                                   MEL
                         Look, I'm an investigator just like
                         you. Did you think I didn't believe
                         in ghosts?

                                   OSCAR
                         No. I mean, I guess...

                                   MEL
                         And didn't your mom know them?

                                   OSCAR
                         She was one of their first
                         customers. They almost destroyed
                         downtown Manhattan together.

                                   MEL
                         Wasn't that all fake?

                                   OSCAR
                         Most of it. I guess. I'm not really
                         clear on all of that.

                                   MEL
                         Okay.

                                   OSCAR
                         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!

                                   MEL
                         Oh.

               She looks somewhat disappointed.

                                   OSCAR
                         I want you to help me.

               Mel brightens.

                                   MEL
                         Really?

                                   OSCAR
                         Of course. We're a team, right?

                                   MEL
                         Right.

                                   OSCAR
                         It's settled then.

                                   MEL
                         Yep.

               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
               asleep.

               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
               SyFy logo.

               There is a news team at the SyFy studio. A reporter is
               speaking.

                                   REPORTER
                         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.

                                   OSCAR
                         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.

                                   OSCAR
                         Well that certainly makes things
                         interesting.

               Oscar's phone rings and he struggles out of the bed to answer
               it.



               INT. OSCAR'S APARTMENT LIVING ROOM - CONTINUOUS

               Oscar picks up his phone. Mel enters from the bedroom.

                                   OSCAR
                         Hello?

                                   DIRECTOR (O.S.)
                         Did you hear the news?

                                   OSCAR
                         Yes. It's...it's awful.



               INT. MOVING MERCEDES IN TRAFFIC - CONTINUOUS

               The director is driving through town as he talks on the
               phone.

                                   DIRECTOR
                         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.

                                   OSCAR (O.S.)
                         Cancelled?

                                   DIRECTOR
                         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.

                                   OSCAR
                         Do what?

                                   DIRECTOR (O.S.)
                         Fire you. You're fired. We're all
                         fired.



               INT. OSCAR'S APARTMENT LIVING ROOM - CONTINUOUS

               Oscar sets his phone down and looks at Mel.

                                   MEL
                         What is it?

                                   OSCAR
                         We're fired. The show has been axed
                         according to some clause in Peck's
                         contract.

               Mel looks furious.

                                   MEL
                         Wow. Never has a man been so
                         appropriately named.

               She starts to laugh. Oscar laughs with her.

                                                       FADE OUT



               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.

                                   BARTENDER
                         Saw you coming, Bob. Anybody else?

                                   MEL
                         Nope. I think I'll call it a night.
                         I have to start job hunting
                         tomorrow.

                                   LIGHTING BOB
                         Me too. But I can get started at
                         noon.

                                   OSCAR
                         I'll stick with what I've got,
                         thanks.

                                   BARTENDER
                         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.

                                   MEL
                         You'll find something.

                                   OSCAR
                         I guess.

                                   MEL
                         See you around?

                                   OSCAR
                         Sure. Have a good night.

                                   MEL
                         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.

                                   OSCAR
                         Hey!

                                   BARTENDER
                         You're a moron.

                                   OSCAR
                         What?

                                   BARTENDER
                         Boo hoo, your show got cancelled.
                         You're missing the bigger picture.

               Oscar glares at him.

                                   OSCAR
                         What's that?

                                   BARTENDER
                         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
                         like beer.

               He motions to her nearly full mug.

                                   LIGHTING BOB
                         He's right, Oscar. You're a moron.

               Oscar looks at the mug, then shakes his head.

                                   OSCAR
                         I don't…

                                   BARTENDER
                         You don't see because you're a
                         moron.

                                   OSCAR
                         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
               bar.

               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
               to Oscar.

                                   BARTENDER
                         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 room.

               The mood in the room is down.

                                   LOUIS
                         I can't believe he checked out
                         before we could ruin him. I can't
                         believe it.

                                   RAY
                         Yes, how dare he die and ruin our
                         fun.

                                   PETER
                         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
                         to this.

                                   RAY
                         But, we're dead. Can't we still
                         track him down?

                                   OSCAR
                         I need a job. Mel needs a job. Then
                         I'll worry about Peck. Will you
                         still help me?

                                   JANINE
                         Don't you mean us?  Aren't you and
                         Miss Mel...you know?

               Oscar looks dumbfounded. Mel blushes.

                                   JANINE
                         Tell me you two are aware of the
                         vibes you're giving off?

                                   OSCAR
                         Vibes?

                                   RAY
                         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.

                                   OSCAR
                         So I've heard.

                                   PETER
                         Well...Go give her a smooch. Put a
                         stamp on it and mail it in, man. Go
                         on. Go on.

               Oscar balks.

                                   OSCAR
                         I'm not sure this is the time...

               Mel walks over next to him.

                                   MEL
                         Oh, I don't know. No time like the
                         present.

                                   RAY
                         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.

                                   PETER
                         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.

                                   PETER
                         Gah!

               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.

                                   JANINE
                         That's beautiful...and it reminds
                         me, I have something for you,
                         Oscar.

                                   OSCAR
                         You do?

                                   JANINE
                         Yep.

               She walks to Oscar's couch and opens a sizeable bag and pulls
               out three leather bound journals and hands them to Oscar.

                                   RAY
                         Are those?

                                   JANINE
                         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.

                                   RAY
                         I can help you decipher.

                                   JANINE
                         Fine, just don't touch them, Dr.
                         Stantz. You're slimy.

                                   RAY
                         Of course. I can't believe you kept
                         them.

                                   JANINE
                         Egon was very special to me. These
                         are all I have of his.

                                   OSCAR
                         I'm honored. I won't let anything
                         happen to them.

                                   MEL
                         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
                         their own.

                                   OSCAR
                         Great idea.

               Mel kisses Oscar and takes the books from his hand.

                                   MEL
                         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
               wall.

                                   OSCAR
                         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.

                                   LIGHTING BOB
                         Sure thing man. Thanks for bringing
                         the ghosts by. Too cool.

                                   OSCAR
                         Where'd you get all of this
                         equipment anyway?

                                   LIGHTING BOB
                         I call it my pension plan. If I
                         don't find a paycheck soon, it's
                         all going on eBay.

                                   OSCAR
                         You stole this?

                                   LIGHTING BOB
                         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.

                                   LOUIS
                         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
               antenna.

               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.



               MONTAGE

               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
               it off.

               Janine solders something. They turn it on and it catches
               fire.

               Ray tries to explain Egon's notes. Oscar and Louis don't get
               it.

               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
               get it.

               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
               it off.



               END MONTAGE



               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.

                                   PECK
                         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
                         What indeed.

               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.

                                   LOUIS
                         Everybody understand the plan?

                                   OSCAR
                         I'm good.

                                   MEL
                         Yep.

                                   JANINE
                         I'm on it.

                                   RAY
                         Check.

                                   PETER
                         What's my motivation?

                                   LOUIS
                         What?

                                   PETER
                         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?

                                   JANINE
                         Peter, for once...

                                   PETER
                         Okay, okay. I got it. Jump out and
                         say boo.

                                   LOUIS
                         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.

                                   PETER
                         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.

                                   PETER
                         Huh? Huh? How's that?

                                   OSCAR
                         That's perfect, actually. Do
                         exactly that. How's that look on
                         film, Mel?

               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.

                                   MEL
                         Looks great to me.

               Ray holds up his hand.

                                   JANINE
                         Go ahead, honey. This is an open
                         forum.

                                   RAY
                         I can't do that. I mean, I never
                         tried, but I don't know how you do
                         that, Peter.

               Peter comes back into almost focus, full strength. His
               eyebrows are raised.

                                   PETER
                         So now I can do two things the
                         great Ray Stantz can't do.

                                   RAY
                         What's the other one?

                                   PETER
                         Get a date.

                                   RAY
                         Not funny.

                                   PETER
                             (sighs)
                         It's like holding your breath.
                         Instead of going invisible, you go
                         the other way. Parts go invisible,
                         parts glow.

               Ray gives it a try, but he only disappears.

                                   PETER
                         Almost. So close, nope. That's
                         exactly the opposite of what I said
                         to do.

               Peter does the trick again.

                                   PETER
                         See? Visualize and it will happen.

                                   RAY
                         You spent a lot of time staring in
                         the mirror to learn this, don't
                         you.

                                   PETER
                         Hey, when you look this good.
                         Relax, Ray. We'll practice on the
                         way.



               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
               of backpack.

               Louis and Oscar hold tablets.

               The ghosts vanish from view.

               Janine stops at the porch.

                                   JANINE
                         I'm not goin' in there. It's nasty.

                                   LOUIS
                         You just got out of prison.

                                   JANINE
                         Not by choice. Now that I'm a free
                         woman again, I choose clean.

                                   LOUIS
                         You can be the getaway driver.

               Louis growls at Janine in a sexy way. She rushes over to give
               him a kiss.

                                   OSCAR
                         Gross.

                                   MEL
                         Stop, it's cute.

                                   JANINE
                         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.

                                   OSCAR
                         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
                         here.

               There's a crashing sound from somewhere else in the house.
               Oscar jumps.

               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.

                                   OSCAR
                         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.

                                   OSCAR
                         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
               bedrooms.

               Something floats in the hall. It looks like a small orb of
               light the size of a softball.

                                   OSCAR
                             (whispering)
                         Holy shit.

                                   MEL
                             (whispering)
                         What is that?

                                   LIGHTING BOB
                             (not whispering)
                         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.

                                   OSCAR
                             (whispering)
                         Bob? Shit. Mel, do you still have
                         video?

                                   MEL
                             (whispering)
                         Yes. Switched to night vision. The
                         object is in frame.

                                   OSCAR
                         Louis, readings?

                                   LOUIS
                         Off the scale.

                                   OSCAR
                         Hello?

               The orb wavers again.

                                   OSCAR
                         Are you getting this?

                                   MEL
                         Every second.

               Oscar takes a few steps forward.

                                   OSCAR
                         Hello?

               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.

                                   MEL
                         What...is that?

                                   OSCAR
                         That is a free floating, full torso
                         apparition.

               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
               trips.

                                   OSCAR
                             (laughing)
                         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
               Oscar's face.

                                   OSCAR
                         Tell me you got all that on camera.

                                   MEL
                         I'm still rolling.

                                   OSCAR
                         Okay then, turn it off and help me
                         up.



               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
               puppy.

                                   JANINE
                         How did it go?

                                   MEL
                         Brilliant. It was genius.

                                   JANINE
                         And who's this little guy?

               The dog bounces happily around her, leaving slime drops
               everywhere he steps.

                                   OSCAR
                         He surprised us in there. Who was
                         that? Peter was that you? Creepy as
                         hell.

                                   RAY
                         Nope. That was me. I figured it out
                         in the car thanks to Venkman. Cool
                         trick, huh?

                                   OSCAR
                         It was perfect.

                                   MEL
                         I think we should call him GB.

                                   PETER
                         That's a terrible name. Why not
                         Butch or Chico or Mister Chompy
                         Bugnuts?

                                   MEL
                         GB stands for ghost buster.

                                   OSCAR
                         You aren't thinking of keeping him
                         are you?

               GB wags his tail and sits next to Mel, panting.

                                   MEL
                         We can't leave him here. He's all
                         alone.

                                   OSCAR
                         What are we going to do with him?

                                   MEL
                         He could be our mascot.

                                   JANINE
                         I think he's adorable.

               Everyone stares at GB who pants and wags, pants and wags.

                                   OSCAR
                         Fine with me. Lets go get this
                         footage uploaded.

               Everyone climbs into the van. GB barks.

                                   MEL
                         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
               watching them.

               A loud CRASH comes from down one hallway. It startles her.

                                   SECURITY GUARD
                         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.

                                   SECURITY GUARD
                         Hello. This is officer 9727 at the
                         SyFy building. Uh huh. Some shit is
                         going down. I just wanted to call
                         for backup.

               She walks a few more steps into the hallway.

                                   SECURITY GUARD
                         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
                         hour.

               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.

                                   SECURITY GUARD
                         I'm gonna die. I'm gonna die. I'm
                         gonna die.

               She steps into the doorway, eyes wide and flips on the light
               switch.

                                   SECURITY GUARD
                         I don't know who's in here, but I'm
                         armed and I ain't afraid to whoop
                         some ass!

               Peck's ghost SCREAMS and flies toward her from behind the
               desk.

               The Guard drops her phone and screams.

                                   OPERATOR (O.S.)
                         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
                         help. Officer?

               The security guard stands perfectly still. Her face is frozen
               in a scream and she is covered in slime. Peck's ghost laughs
               and disappears.



               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
               questions.

                                   POLICEMAN
                         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.

                                   OFFICER #2
                         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
               face.

               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.

                                   MEL
                         Wake up, lazy.

               Oscar slowly opens his eyes and sits up.

                                   OSCAR
                         Ooh, coffee. Thanks.

               He leans toward her for a kiss and then grabs his coffee for
               a sip.

                                   MEL
                         Time to check our hits.

                                   OSCAR
                         You think we got any?

                                   MEL
                         I'm betting on five hundred.

                                   OSCAR
                         Oh really? Well, I'll see your five
                         hundred and raise you five hundred.

                                   MEL
                         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.

                                   MEL
                         Wow.

                                   OSCAR
                         What?

                                   MEL
                         We're famous.

               She spins the computer around and he sees 142,716 views.
               There is a string of comments.

                                   OSCAR
                         We are in business.

               Mel grins and GB barks, wagging his tail.



               MONTAGE

               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.



               END MONTAGE



               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.

                                   PECK
                         It's time.

               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.

                                   NEWS ANCHOR
                         Breaking news from New York City...

               Her words fade into the background as Mel and Oscar watch the
               screen.

               Video of the building appears. Scenes of broken glass on the
               sidewalk and of the ghostly fog that pours from the openings.

                                   OSCAR
                         Wow.

                                   MEL
                         Exactly.

               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
               consultants.

               The team steps out and approaches the entrance.

               Louis exits the van wearing one of the old proton packs.

                                   OSCAR
                         I can't believe you brought that
                         thing.

                                   LIGHTING BOB
                         Where'd you find it, anyway?

                                   LOUIS
                         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
                         thought.

               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.

                                   OSCAR
                         Has anyone been in?

                                   OFFICER #1
                         Nope.

                                   OSCAR
                         Do you mind if we go in?

                                   OFFICER #1
                         Nope. Be my guest.

                                   OSCAR
                         We'll be careful.

                                   OFFICER #2
                         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.

                                   RAY
                         I have a lousy feeling about this.
                         Dickless is a slippery something or
                         other.

                                   PETER
                         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
               dead.

               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.

                                   PECK
                         I've been waiting for you boys. I
                         knew you'd come around eventually.

                                   PETER
                         You should address us as, ladies
                         and gentlemen.

               The Peck thing laughs.

                                   PECK
                         I only see ladies.

                                   PETER
                         You're still an asshole. Everyone
                         with me there?

               Walter shoots a bolt of energy from his fingertips and zaps
               Peter with it.

                                   PETER
                         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
               life.

                                   LOUIS
                         Eat this!

               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
               ceiling.

               The proton pack fizzles and its power dies.

               Peck blasts Louis and knocks him to the ground. Janine rushes
               to her husband.

                                   JANINE
                         You bastard.

               She helps Louis out of the pack and back to his feet.

                                   RAY
                         How did you...?

                                   PECK
                         Because I'm smarter than you, Dr.
                         Stantz. I'm smarter than all of
                         you. Always have been, always will
                         be.

                                   PETER
                         That may all be true but you didn't
                         answer his...

               Peck stands up from his chair and the chair rolls back into
               the wall. Peck's eyes flame with anger.

                                   PECK
                         I'll answer the question. Not long
                         after your little fiasco with the
                         dinosaur, I learned a trick with
                         ectoplasmic energy that carried
                         great benefits.

               He drains another canister with a disgusting snorting sound.

                                   PECK
                         The benefits were all theoretical
                         of course, until I died.

                                   RAY
                         Fascinating.

               Oscar, Janine, Melanie, Louis and Peter all glare at him.

                                   PECK
                         No, I agree, it is fascinating. And
                         the power I've learned to wield in
                         just the first few days of death is
                         amazing.

                                   RAY
                         You've been storing ectoplasm for
                         ten years?

                                   PECK
                         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.

                                   OSCAR
                         Stop it!

                                   PECK
                         Young man, stopping is the one
                         thing I no longer have to do.

               Peck blasts Oscar. Oscar spins, grabbing his arm where the
               burn occurred.

                                   LOUIS
                         I knew we should've built some
                         weapons.

                                   OSCAR
                         What is it you want?

               Peck laughs and blows on his smoking finger like it was the
               barrel of a gun.

                                   PECK
                         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
                         end.

               Peck blasts Ray and Peter again. A bigger blast. They are
               actually hurt this time.

                                   PECK
                         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.

                                   OSCAR
                         But your dead now.

                                   PECK
                         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.

                                   PECK
                         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
               them.

                                   JANINE
                         Stop!

               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
               each downbeat.

               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.

                                   WINSTON
                         Thought you could use a little help.

                                   RAY
                         Holy shit!

                                   WINSTON
                         Exactly.

                                   PETER
                         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
               truck through.

               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
               demons.

               The demons momentarily join forces with the angels.

                                   DEMON
                         That's your last can of juice old
                         man. We snorted the rest of your
                         shit about five minutes ago.

                                   EGON
                         I've been keeping my eye on you,
                         Peck.

               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.

                                   JANINE
                         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.

                                   EGON
                         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.

                                   PECK
                         I'll find a way to come back. You
                         mark my words!

               He fades away.

                                   PETER
                         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
                         pretty!

               When the dust settles, the demons and angels walk back to the
               office where the ghostbusters and the humans are waiting for
               good news.

                                   ANGEL
                         We've taken care of the problem.

                                   DEMON
                         Yeah, we make a pretty good team.

                                   ANGEL
                         In this case, we did.

               The demon nods and chuckles, then appears to have an idea.

                                   DEMON
                         Dude, Angels, I dig the way you
                         throw down. Perhaps a truce is in
                         order?

               The demon holds his clawed red hand out for the lead angel to
               shake.

               The angel smiles, but only shakes his head.

                                   ANGEL
                         Not just no, but hell no.

                                   DEMON
                         I totally respect that answer.

               In a flash of electric guitar riff, fire and brimstone, the
               demons are gone.

                                   ANGEL
                             (To Winston)
                         You need anything else? A ride
                         back?

                                   WINSTON
                         Nope. I'd like to hang out for a
                         while, talk to the fellas for a
                         minute.

                                   ANGEL
                         Not too long. The boss...

               Winston holds up a hand.

                                   WINSTON
                         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.

                                   OSCAR
                         But, don't you even want to talk to
                         my mom again?

                                   PETER
                         Oh, no. No, I think we've kicked
                         that dead horse enough.

                                   OSCAR
                         How long do you have left?

                                   WINSTON
                         They have fulfilled all of their
                         unfinished business. I'd guess
                         they've got about five minutes
                         left.

                                   RAY, EGON AND PETER
                         What?

                                   WINSTON
                         Ray, Egon, it's like this:  Heaven
                         is pretty much up to you. 
               Egon
                         Exactly.

                                   RAY
                         What does that mean?

                                   WINSTON
                         I mean it isn't specific to one
                         religion. You can pick, for lack of
                         a better explanation.

                                   RAY
                         You mean I can go to Valhalla?

                                   WINSTON
                         Absolutely.

                                   RAY
                         Decision made.

                                   WINSTON
                         Egon, what about you?

                                   EGON
                         I'd like to keep my options open.
                         You know, for study purposes.

                                   PETER
                         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
                         all...

                                   WINSTON
                         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.

                                   PETER
                         You don't mean...

                                   WINSTON
                         Fraid so.

               Peter's lip quivers a little, but then he bucks up.

                                   PETER
                         It's okay. I can work with this.
                         This is good. It'll be an
                         adventure.

               He looks at Egon.

                                   PETER
                         What's down there, Eegs?

                                   EGON
                         Oh, you know. Hot starlets and
                         gangster cars. Sinatra. The
                         interesting crowd.

                                   PETER
                         I knew it.

                                   EGON
                         You'll be fine, Pete. Mention my
                         name. I know people down there.

                                   PETER
                         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
                         out...

               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.

                                   OSCAR
                             (to Louis and Janine)
                         What about you guys? You in? We
                         could start all over and I could
                         use your...

                                   JANINE
                         No.

               Her look is stern enough that Oscar understands she means
               business.

               Louis just shakes his head and smiles.

                                   LOUIS
                         We've got some life to live, don't
                         we, babe?

                                   JANINE
                         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.



               MONTAGE

               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
               the dead.

               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
               notes.

               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.

                                                       FADE OUT

                                                       END

2 comments:

  1. I thought this was great! I could see every character, could hear the dialogue in my head. Well done, sir.

    ReplyDelete
  2. Thanks, JD. That was the point. I tried to include everyone in a logical way, and hand off the series to a new crew. Not that it will ever go beyond this blog, but that's fine. I hope the new movie does the franchise justice.

    ReplyDelete