Ghostbusters II Page #3

VIGO PAINTING:

At the mention of Dana's baby, the figure of Vigo miraculously turns his

head and looks at Dana.

JANOSZ AND DANA:

Neither of them notice the movement in the painting.

JANOSZ:

(disappointed)

We'll be very sorry to lose you. Perhaps I

could take you to lunch today?

DANA:

Actually, I'm not eating lunch today. I have

an appointment.

(looks at her watch)

In fact, I'd better go.

She starts gathering up her things.

JANOSZ:

Every day I ask you, and every day you've got

something else to do. Do I have bad breath

or something?

DANA:

(trying to brush him off)

I'm sorry. Perhaps some other time.

JANOSZ:

Okay, I'll take a raincheck on that.

Janosz smiles at her as she exits, then goes back to his easel.

JANOSZ:

(to himself)

I think she likes me.

He switches on an English language TAPE and starts practicing the

phrases as he resumes working.

CUT TO:

EXT. UNIVERSITY - DAY

Dana Barrett crosses the quad and enters a modern building. A sign

identifies it as "The Institute for Advanced Theoretical Research."

INT. UNIVERSITY - DAY (A LITTLE LATER)

Dana is explaining the buggy incident to EGON SPENGLER, the soberly

intellectual techno-wizard and former Ghostbuster, as he conducts an

experiment assisted by a research team of graduate students, all of whom

are Japanese, Chinese, or Korean. The device he is testing is a black

box about the size of a Sony Watchman with both digital and graphic

displays.

DANA:

... and then the buggy just suddenly stopped

dead in the middle of the street

SPENGLER:

Did anyone else see this happen?

DANA:

Hundreds of people. Believe me, I didn't

imagine this.

SPENGLER:

I'm not saying you did. In science we always

look for the simplest explanation.

An ASSISTANT interrupts.

ASSISTANT:

We're ready, Dr. Spengler

SPENGLER:

(to the Assistant)

We'll start with the negative calibration.

He picks up the device and prepares to test it.

DANA:

(curious)

What are you working on, Egon?

SPENGLER:

I'm trying to determine whether human

emotional states have a measurable effect on

the psychomagnetheric energy field. It's a

theory Ray and I were working on when we had

to dissolve Ghostbusters.

An assistant draws a curtain revealing a large picture window, actually

a two-way mirror, that looks into a small waiting room. Inside the

waiting room they can see but not hear a youngish couple having a heated

arguement.

SPENGLER:

(to Dana)

They think they're here for marriage

counseling. We've kept them waiting for two

hours and we've been gradually increasing the

temperature in the room.

(checking a heat sensor)

It's up to 95 degrees at the moment. Now my

assistant is going to enter and ask them if

they'd mind waiting another half-hour.

As Spengler, Dana, and the research team watch, the assistant enters the

waiting room and tells the couple about the new delay. They explode

with anger both at him and each other while Spengler monitors them

through the glass. After recording his readings, he returns to his

Assistant.

SPENGLER:

We'll do the happiness index next.

(to Dana)

I'd like to bring Ray in on your case, if

it's all right with you.

DANA:

Okay, whatever you think -- but not Venkman.

SPENGLER:

Oh no.

DANA:

(affectedly casual)

Do you ever see him?

SPENGLER:

Occasionally

DANA:

How is he these days?

SPENGLER:

Venkman? I think he was borderline for a

while there. Then he crossed the border.

DANA:

Does he ever mention me?

SPENGLER:

No. Not that I can recall.

They move to another two-way mirror through which they can see a lovely

little girl playing with a wonderful array of toys.

DANA:

(slightly disappointed)

Well, we didn't part on very good terms and

we sort of lost track of each other when I

got married.

The Assistant interrupts again.

ASSISTANT:

We're ready for the affection test.

SPENGLER:

(to the assistant)

Good. Send in the puppy.

DANA:

(continuing)

I thought of calling him after my marriage

ended, but --. Anyway, I appreciate you're

doing this, Egon

They watch as another assistant enters the playroom with an adorable

Cocker Spaniel puppy and gives it to the little girl. Spengler monitors

her as she jumps for joy and hugs the little dog.

DANA:

(handing him a card)

This is my address and telephone number.

Will you call me?

SPENGLER:

Certainly.

DANA:

Egon, I'd rather you didn't mention any of

this to Peter if you don't mind.

SPENGLER:

I won't.

DANA:

Thank you.

She shakes his hand and exits.

SPENGLER:

(to his assistant)

Now let's see how she reacts when we take

away the puppy

CUT TO:

EXT. RAY'S OCCULT BOOK STORE - DAY (LATER)

It's a small basement shop located on a quaint commercial block in

Greenwich Village. The window is crowded with occult artifacts and old

books full of arcane metaphysical lore. The TELEPHONE RINGS.

STANTZ:

(v.o., answering the phone)

Ray's Occult.

INT. RAY'S OCCULT BOOKS - CONTINUOUS

The shelves are jammed floor to ceiling with books on the paranormal.

Ray sits on a barstool behind the counter wearing an old cardigan

sweater over a T-shirt. He has on a pair of reading glasses and chews

on a battered, reeking pipe. As he talks on the phone he prepares a cup

of herb tea for Spengler who is thumbing through an arcane text.

STANTZ:

(on the phone)

Yeah ... mmhmm ... What do you need? ... What

have I got? I've got alchemy, astrology,

apparitions, Bundu Magic Men, demon

intercession, U.F.O. abductions, psychic

surgery, stigmata, modern miracles, pixie

sightings, golden geese, geists, ghosts, I've

got it all -- what are you looking for? ...

Don't have any. Try the stockyards.

He hangs up.

SPENGLER:

Who was that?

STANTZ:

Some crank. Looking for goat hooves. Come

up with anything?

SPENGLER:

(referring to the book)

This one's interesting. Berlin, 1939, a

flower cart took off by itself and rolled

approximately half a kilometer over level

ground. Three hundred eyewitnesses.

STANTZ:

You might want to check those Duke University

mean averaging studies on controlled

psychokinesis.

SPENGLER:

(going to the stacks)

Good idea.

The bones hanging over the door rattle as Venkman enters the shop.

VENKMAN:

Oh, hello, perhaps you could help me. I'm

looking for an aerosol love potion I could

spray on a certain Penthouse Pet that would

make her unconditionally submit to an unusual

personal request.

STANTZ:

Oh, hiya, Pete.

VENKMAN:

So, no goat hooves, huh?

STANTZ:

(strung)

I knew that voice sounded familiar. What's

up? How's it going?

VENKMAN:

Nowhere -- fast. Why don't you lock up and

buy me a sub?

STANTZ:

(slightly evasive)

Uh, I can't. I'm kind of working on something.

Spengler steps out of the stacks.

VENKMAN:

Egon!

SPENGLER:

Hello, Venkman.

VENKMAN:

How've you been? How's teaching? I bet

those science chicks really dig that big

cranium of yours, huh?

SPENGLER:

I think they're more interested in my

epididymis.

VENKMAN:

I don't even want to know where that is.

Venkman steps behind the counter and takes a beer from Ray's mini-fridge.

STANTZ:

Oh, your book came in, Venkman. Magical

Paths to Fortune and Power.

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