Ghostbusters II Page #5

JANOSZ:

He touches his brush to the canvas and a powerful current of red,

crackling energy surges through the brush and courses through his body,

driving him to his knees.

PAINTING:

The figure of Vigo comes to life, turns toward Janosz and gestures

dramatically at him. Then he speaks to Janosz in a commanding voice.

VIGO:

I, Vigo, the scourge of Carpathia, the

sorrow of Moldavia, command you.

JANOSZ:

(in agony)

Command me, lord.

VIGO:

On a mountain of skulls in a castle of pain,

I sat on a throne of blood. What was will

be, what is will be no more. Now is the

season of evil. Find me a child that I might

live again.

Bolts of red-hot energy shoot from the eyes of Vigo into Janosz's eyes.

He screams and falls to his knees.

CUT TO:

EXT. COFFEE SHOP - EAST 77TH STREET - NIGHT

Venkman and Stantz come out with small boxes containing coffee,

sandwiches and Danish and start walking up the street.

VENKMAN:

I love this. We're onto something really

big. I can smell it, Ray. We're going to

make some headlines with this one.

STANTZ:

Hey, hey, hey, stresshound! Are you nuts?

If anybody found out about this we'd be in

serious trouble. The judge couldn't have

been clearer - no ghostbusting.

VENKMAN:

Relax. We're going to keep this whole thing

nice and quiet, low key, no profile.

EXT. EAST 77TH STREET - NIGHT (CONTINUOUS ACTION)

Spengler, wearing a hardhat, is JACKHAMMERING a hole in the middle of the

street. Safety cones and reflectors have been set up and a small area is

lit by strong work lights.

POLICE CAR:

It turns onto East 77th Street, cruises slowly up to the makeshift

worksite and stops. The noise of the JACKHAMMER is so loud, Spengler

doesn't notice the police car and the two COPS inside looking at them.

Finally, he looks up, sees the police car and freezes.

FIRST COP:

How ya doing?

SPENGLER:

(reeking with guilt)

Fine! It's cutting fine now.

FIRST COP:

(curious)

Why are you cutting?

SPENGLER:

(looking for one of the

others)

Why are we cutting? Uh - boss!

Venkman and Stantz arrive just in time wearing Con Ed hardhats, doing a

good imitation of a Consolidated Edison repairman.

FIRST COP:

What are you doing here?

VENKMAN:

(belligerent)

What the hell's it look like we're doing?

We're bustin out asses over here 'cause

some douchebag downtown ain't got nothin'

better to do than make idiots like us work

late on a Friday night, right?

(looks to Spengler for

agreement)

SPENGLER:

(with a "right on" fist)

Yo.

The cops seem satisfied by the explanation.

FIRST COP:

Okay, boys, take it easy.

They drive off. Spengler breathes a great sigh of relief and starts

rubbing his sore shoulders.

SPENGLER:

You were supposed to help me with this.

VENKMAN:

You need the exercise.

Stantz resumes JACKHAMMERING, while Venkman and Spengler clear the

rubble from the hole. Suddenly he hits metal. They clear away

generations of paving material revealing an ornate iron manhole cover.

The manhole cover bears a strange logo and the letters NYPRR.

STANTZ:

(examing it)

NYPRR. What the hell -- ? Help me lift

this.

They prey off the iron cover with crowbars, uncovering a very dark and

very deep abyss.

STANTZ:

(shining a flashlight into

the hole)

Wow! It's an old airshaft. It just goes

forever.

Spengler leans in with the giga-meter which is reading even higher now.

SPENGLER:

Very intense. We need a deeper reading.

Somebody has to go down there.

Venkman and Spengler both look at Ray.

STANTZ:

Thanks, boys.

They snap Stantz into a harness and lower him into the hole on a strong

cable attached to a winch. Ray calls out orders to them as he descends

deeper and deeper.

STANTZ (O.S.)

(his voice echoing in the

airshaft)

Keep going -- more -- more --

INT. HOLE - NIGHT (CONTINUOUS ACTION)

Stantz rappels off the sides of the airshaft as he continues his descent

in total darkness.

STANTZ:

(using a radio now)

Lower -- lower --

(to himself)

Gee, this really is deep.

Suddenly, his feet kick thin air as he gets to the bottom of the airshaft

and swings free in some kind of tunnel.

STANTZ:

(shouts)

Hold it! Steady!

He pulls a powerful flashlight from his utility belt and shines it into

the tunnel below.

INT. VAN HORNE STATION - STANTZ'S POV - NIGHT

He is suspended near the top of a beautifully preserved chamber with

rounded, polished tile walls ardorned with intricate, colorfully enameled

Art Nouveau mosaics. A finely inlaid sign identifies it as VAN HORNE

STATION.

STANTZ:

He pans the walls with his flashlight, admiring the excellent tilework,

and speaks quietly to Venkman and Spengler over his walkie-talkie.

STANTZ:

(reverently)

This is it, boys, the end of the line. Van

Horne Station. The old New York Pneumatic.

It's still here.

EXT. EAST 77TH STREET - HOLE - NIGHT (CONTINUOUS ACTION)

Venkman has no idea what he's talking about.

SPENGLER:

(explaining)

The New York Pneumatic Railway. It was an

experimental subway system. Fan-forced

air-trains, built around 1870.

STANTZ:

(over the walkie-talkie)

This is about as deep as you can go under

Manhattan without digging your own hole.

SPENGLER:

(to Stantz)

What's the reading?

INT. VAN HORNE STATION - NIGHT (CONTINUOUS ACTION)

Stantz shines his flashlight on the meter and whistles at the extremely

high reading.

STANTZ:

(on the radio)

Off the top of the scale. This place is

really hot. Lower me to the floor.

As Venkman and Spengler feed him some more cable, he pans his flashlight

down the wall of the station, then onto the floor.

STANTZ:

(shouts)

Hold it!! Stop!! Whoa!!

INT. VAN HORNE STATION - STANTZ'S POV - FLOOR - NIGHT

Below him is a river of bubbling seething, glowing slime, a veritable

torrent of disgusting ooze.

As he stares into the foul effluent, we become aware of the strangely

amplified and magnified sounds of great ENGINES THROBBING and pulsing in

the bowels of the city, of WATER RUSHING through pipes, STEAM HISSING

through ducts, the muffled RUMBLE of the SUBWAY and the ROAR of TRAFFIC,

and mixed with it all, the unmistakable sounds of human conflict and pain

-- VOICES SHOUTING in anger, SCREAMING in fear, GROANING in pain, a sad

and eerie symphony.

INT. VAN HORNE STATION - STANTZ - NIGHT

STANTZ:

(ranting on the radio)

Oh, my God! It's a seething, bubbling,

psychic cess! Interlocked tubes of plasm,

crackling with negative GEVs! It's glowing

and moving! It's -- it's a river of slime!!

STANTZ:

He dangles from the end of the cable, holding his feet up as high as he

can. He unhooks a device from his utility belt and pulls the trigger on

it, shooting out a long telescoping fishing-pole with a scoop on the end.

Reaching down, he scoops up a sample of the slime and starts retracting

the pole.

SLIME:

Suddenly, a grotesque arm with a long skeletal fingers reaches up out of

the slime and snatches at Stantz's dangling feet. He jerks his legs up

as several more arms poke up out of the slime and reach for him.

STANTZ:

(on the radio)

Haul me up, Venkman! Now!

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