"AAAAAH!" Janine screams as a very fake ghost made out of a sheet on a wire flies across the tacky bedroom set. Louis pops up from under the covers next to her, startled. He quickly grabs his glasses off the nightstand.

"What is it, honey?" he asks.

"It's that darn ghost again! He just wont leave us alone!" Janine says, demonstrating her poor acting skills. "I guess we're just going to have to move!" She climbs out of the bed and starts to walk away, but Louis grabs her and keeps her on the bed.

"Wait! We're not moving! He is!" He turns back to the nightstand and picks up the phone.

"Who are you going to call?" The scene cuts to a full shot of the room with the Ghostbusters standing in full regalia in front of the bed. They strike a strong pose and say:

"Ghostbusters!"


In his office, Hardemeyer watches the commercial on his small TV, his attention grabbed by Janine's scream. He shakes his head before putting it down on his desk. He looks up to see he's resting on a folded up Daily News with a front-page article about the Ghostbusters' release from jail, and curses under his breath. I'll get you yet, he vows.
Five years ago, Walter Peck had shut down the protective fields inside the Containment Unit, the final stop for ghosts caught by the Ghostbusters. Without those fields, the supernatural energy inside gathered and exploded, releasing ghosts all over the city and empowering Gozer the Gozarian. It had left the basement a shambles and the firehouse with a hole straight through its middle.

In the months that followed, the firehouse was repaired completely, and the Containment Unit rebuilt bigger and better than ever. The unit is now comprised of a large, ovular center unit with the silo-shaped units off to the side. Hoses run from them into the main unit, which in turn has hoses running off into a computerized control panel against the opposite wall. In the center of the main unit is the square hatch where the trap is inserted. Above it are the buttons to set the entry grid, neutralize the field, and the lever used to dump a trap's contents into the unit. At the very top of the unit are the red and green lights indicating the current status of storage.

Ray rolls out the old map on the desk in the basement while he puffs on a cigarette. Egon stands by the power meters on the wall behind the desk, checking their readings on his clipboard in between bites of his Twinkie. Winston leans over the metal banister of the stairs leading up to the garage bay, alternating between his cigarette and his bottle of beer. Peter leans against the repaired wall and former home of the Containment Unit, nursing his own beer.

"This is an old transit map I secured from the Hall of Records," Ray starts. "This is from 1904, the time when the electrified subway system opened and started to replace the Pneumatic Transit System." He traces his finger down a line indicating a certain section of track. "This is the line that has the Van Horne station." He twists his body and grabs another rolled up map and opens it on top of the other one. "This is a map from 1964, the last year to acknowledge the Pneumatic Transit lines. Unfortunately, direct access to the line was cut off by the IRT Lexington line, which means we'd have to go through an access tunnel to, well, access the tunnel."

"Sounds like a fun Saturday night, Ray. Got a hot date?" Peter asks. Unknown to any of them, a small crack in the basement floor near the containment unit emits a small glob of pink slime. It bubbles as it silently forces its way through.

"No, Venkman. We need to get back down there and figure out where that river of slime came from and what it's doing here."

"I want to get some readings and a few samples," Egon adds. "I'm interested in running some experiments on it."


At the museum, Vigo's eyes flash with red energy briefly.
The phone rings and Janine reaches over, blindly picking it up and never taking her eyes off the pages of the book she reads, "Men Are from Mars, Women Are from Venus". "Ghostbusters," she says into the receiver. She puts the book down and grabs a pen. "Yes, they're on their way, thank you." She hangs up the phone, jotting down the information on the pad. Suddenly, the phone rings again. She looks at it and picks it up again.

"Ghostbusters…yes, yes okay. They'll be there as soon as they can…yes, I'll tell them. Thank you." She hangs up the phone, and as soon as she does three lines light up. "What the hell?" She picks up the phone again as it continues to ring as the lines light up. "Ghostbusters, please hold…Ghostbusters, hold on…Ghostbusters, hang on…hang on….hang on…Ghostbusters, what the hell do you want!"

The guys look up from the maps as the alarm rings out throughout the building. They quickly drop what they're doing and run up the stairs. Off in the corner, the glob of slime begins to recede back into the crack from whence it came.

Winston, Egon and Ray all head past Janine's desk towards their lockers and Ecto-1. Peter trots behind, grabbing the slip of paper she holds out while answering more calls. Peter stops short when he looks at the list.

"Holy shit, Janine!" he exclaims, looking at all the jobs. "What'd you do, put out an ad saying we were giving something away for free!" She just flashes him a dirty look as she continues to take call after call.

The doors open to the firehouse and Ecto-1 rolls out, screeching the tires as it makes the sharp left on N. Moore before turning down on Varick. Louis runs out after them carrying a file folder. "Only take certified check, cash or money order!" he shouts after them. He watches as they disappear around another corner before heading back towards the now closed doors. He stops to let a pedestrian pass by, then proceeds to grab the knob to the door within the door. He pulls back on it, opening up the entire door before pushing the little door in, stepping through and back around, closing the larger door and stepping inside.

He walks through the garage bay, looking at the papers in his hands as he goes. "Janine! Lunch!" he calls out, his voice echoing off the tiled walls. His nose wrinkles as he smells something awful. "Smells like someone took a big…" He stops short when he hears inhuman sounds in front of him.

He looks up slowly. There, above his desk and eating out of his tin lunchbox is a giant green glob. His thin arms quickly pick up Louis' lunch and cram it down his gaping maw. He stops chewing when he realizes he's being watched. The ghost turns around and looks Louis straight in the eye, a piece of meat dropping from his lip onto the desk. They both scream, turning to run away. The slimer flies through the wall, leaving a splotch of viscous ectoplasm behind while Louis trips over a piece of equipment on the floor and falls over.


A proton stream flies over a shelf, destroying boxes of cereal as it hits. The ghost flies around the small grocery store as Ray takes aim and opens fire, blasting the ceiling in front of it. It changes direction and flies straight into Peter's stream. Egon throws out the trap and the ghost is sucked down inside.
At the northern end of Central Park is the New Reservoir. Completed in 1862, it supplied the city with water until the task was delegated to a source outside the city. It now supplies water to some of the Park's other nearby bodies of water. People travel from all over to either take in the scenery offered by the lack of trees in the area, the ornamental stone gatehouses designed by Calvert Vaux, or most commonly the jogging path that spans over a mile around the body of water.

Today, the cold of the winter has not deterred New York's health conscious populace from their daily run, as a crowd of joggers partake of the scenery and the atmosphere as they jog around the reservoir. A couple of the lead joggers glance back over their shoulders as they hear startled cries of terror from the runners behind them. Their eyes grow wide as they see the reason why.

A man in relatively good shape wearing shorts and a tank-top runs up through the crowd. He keeps his own pace, avoiding people as they dive out of his way. What makes this jogger different than most is the fact he has an aura around him and is almost transparent. One jogger leaps up and grabs onto the chain link fence around the reservoir as the ghost jogger passes by, placing two fingers on his neck where his pulse once was and checking his watch.

A few yards ahead of the chaos, Ray stands by the fence, hunched down like an umpire and watching the path through his ecto-goggles. He chomps on the end of his cigar as he looks at the ghost jogger intently and calculates distance in his head as he rapidly approaches. Just as the jogger begins to pass him, Ray turns fast and makes an execute motion across the path. On the bench across the way, Peter sits casually, reading a newspaper. Without looking up, he slams down on the pedal by his feet, opening the trap in the middle of the path just as the jogger runs over it. The light quickly engulfs him and sucks him in, the doors closing and the lights coming on.

"Bye, bye!" Peter waves with a smile. As Ray comes over to celebrate, slime oozes up out of the sewage drain behind Peter's bench.


As Winston puts a full trap to empty into the containment unit, Ray once again tries to go over his plans for getting into the Pneumatic Transit tunnel with Peter. The bell rings throughout the building, and Ray throws up his hands in frustration.
Inside a midtown jewelry store, the ghost of a woman hovers by one of the counters, trying on various rings and necklaces. Her transparent skeletal remains fail to come up in the mirror she looks into, but the gems glint in the store's fluorescent light. She admires the earrings she wears when Peter and Winston enter the shop, wearing Santa hats and with their positron rifles drawn. She turns quickly towards them.

"Excuse me, but I think you'd look better in this," Peter jokes while dangling a trap as Winston opens fire on her.


"Are you sure you're alright?" Janine asks, carrying Louis into the kitchen area. Louis holds his head, trying to get the world back into focus.

"I'm fine, I fall all the time. I'm used to it." She sets him down at one of the chairs at the kitchen table then turns to the fridge, grabbing a glass off the counter. She opens the door, and her jaw drops. Louis perks up as he hears the familiar sounds from inside the fridge. They both watch as the green ghost eats everything in the fridge, his body phased through two sets of shelves. He stops when he notices the door's open and looks at them. Louis dumbly reaches past Janine and pushes the door closed.


Ray and Winston crouch down on the steps of historic Trinity Church in downtown. Ray carefully uses a ladle to spoon up the pink slime on the steps into his sample jar, shaking his head.
The Ghostbusters run from Ecto-1 carrying large suitcases towards the door leading into Orrefors, a fine glassware distributor. Inside, a pesky poltergeist has taken it upon itself to cause various items to float freely around the store, scaring off customers and leaving terrified store personnel to deal with it. The Ghostbusters move carefully about; setting up four devices on tripods, each one with the same yellow and black stripes found on the traps.

The store manager looks on nervously as Winston and Ray hook them up to their power source. Egon moves around the room, holding up his Giga meter and taking readings. Meanwhile, Peter is off to the side, making some time with the very attractive store employee.

"Let's do it," Ray says, indicating everything was set up. The guys reach into their suit pockets and pull out dark sunglasses. They put them on and take their positions. Peter smirks to the girl and raises his eyebrows seductively as Egon takes his final readings.

"Now!" he says. Ray flips the master switch and the tops of the tripods open up. The room fills up with multi-colored laser beams that take a diamond shape over the store. They soon spread out into a blue laser grid and a flash causes everyone to look away. Seconds later, all the floating objects come crashing down, shattering on the floor or destroying display cases. The store's employees all cover their faces in horror as they watch their inventory fall to pieces.

"Ooops…" Ray mutters.

"Will that be cash or charge?" Peter casually asks, trying to get them the hell out of there. Meanwhile, in the back room, the bathroom sink slowly drips slime into the basin.


The bell rings in the firehouse as the guys slide down the poll. Within seconds, Ecto-1 is out the door and on its way.
Egon holds up the receiver to a pay phone as slime drips out of it. Ray stands next to him, holding a sample jar under it and collecting the ooze.
On the floor of the garage bay, a trap pedal sits by one of the pillars. The cord runs from it over to Louis' desk, then up to the trap sitting on top of it. Above it sites an elevated slotted rack with a plate full of fried chicken sitting on it. The buckets the chicken came in are strewn about the desk, with two small fans blowing over them, letting the smell flow throughout the area.

The green ghost slowly sticks his head through the wall over the desk, sniffing wildly for the greasy food. Behind the pillar, Louis presses himself up against it, watching his desk with one of Ecto-1's old mirrors he fashioned onto some headgear. He takes a deep, excited breath as he watches the slimer come fully out of the wall and quickly snatch up the plate, chowing down on the greasy goodness.

Louis quickly stomps on the pedal, and the trap opens. The spud screams as he throws the plate aside, avoiding the light coming out of the trap and diving through the wall. The plate shatters on the ground and Louis lets up off the trap. He sighs as he looks at his failed trap. He starts to turn away when a chunk of the ceiling falls onto the desk and causes it collapse under the force. Louis slumps his shoulders and groans.


In the basement, Egon types on his calculator, taking some readings. He checks it against a printout coming from the new containment unit control console, and furrows his brow. He looks around and picks up the PKE meter. The wings extend out fully, and he scratches his chin. He turns back to the console and lifts the cap up off a switch, then flicks the switch itself. Just above the floor, a field of energy flashes and fades from visible sight. However, the slime in the crack glows as its forced back down by the protective shielding Egon had just activated.