Grandma Irene stayed invisible as she followed the Ghostbusters to the mayor's office. She wanted to make sure the mayor allowed them to go to the apartment building and save Denise. If it meant exposing herself to the whole city, she would do it.
"The Ghostbusters are here, Mr. Mayor", the aide said.
"The Ghostbusters, all right, the Ghostbusters", the mayor said. "Hey, where's this Peck?"
"I am Walter Peck, sir, and I'm prepared to make a full report", a snobbish man in a suit said stepping forward. "These men are consummate snowball artists! They use sensitive nerve gases to induce hallucinations. People think they're seeing ghosts! And they call these bozos, who conveniently show up to deal with the problem with a fake electronic light show!"
"Hallucinations, huh?" Grandma Irene said. "How do you explain me, then?"
Everyone in the room except for the Ghostbusters yelled in fear as she became visible, making her presence known. Peck slowly stepped forward and reached his hand to touch her.
"Don't you dare touch me, young man!" Grandma Irene said. "You obviously have all the answers. Explain what I am to the mayor."
She floated around Peck to taunt him.
"Am I a hallucination?"
"No way that can be a hallucination", the people in the office. "There's no nerve gas or lights here. That's a real ghost!"
"Alright, we established the fact that this is a real ghost", the mayor said. "Now what am I going to do here, John? What is this?"
"All I know is: that was no light show we saw this morning", the fire commissioner said. ""I've seen every kind of combustion known to man, but this beats the hell out of me."
"The walls in the 53rd precinct were bleeding", the police commissioner said. "How do you explain that?"
"Yes, Mr. Peck", Grandma Irene said. "How DO you explain that?"
Ray smiled feeling relieved that they were getting some support. And from a ghost, no less. Everyone watched as Winston stepped forward to speak to the mayor.
"I'm Winston Zeddemore, Your Honor. Look, I've only been with the company for a couple of weeks. But I got to tell you, these things are real. Since I joined these men, I've seen shit that'll turn you white!"
"Well, you can believe Mr. Pecker", Peter said.
"My name is Peck!"
"Or you could accept the fact that this city is headed for a disaster of biblical proportions."
"What do you mean biblical?" the mayor asked.
"What he means is Old Testament biblical, Mr. Mayor", Ray answered. "Real wrath-of-God-type stuff. Fire and brimstone coming from the sky! Rivers and seas boiling!"
"Forty years of darkness!" Egon added. "Earthquakes! Volcanoes!"
"The dead rising from the grave!" Winston added.
"Human sacrifice, dogs and cats living together, mass hysteria!" Peter added.
"Enough, I get the point!" the mayor said wanting them to stop. "What if you're wrong?"
"If I'm wrong, nothing happens!" Peter said. "We go to jail. Peacefully, quietly. We'll enjoy it! But if I'm right, and we can stop this thing…Lenny, you will have saved the lives of millions of registered voters."
Everyone smiled at Peter knowing he was sucking up to the mayor. Usually suck ups get what they want in politics. Peck scoffed in disbelief.
"I don't believe you're seriously considering listening to these men", he said.
Peter smiled reminding the mayor what he just mentioned. The mayor looked at the men in the office and looked at Peck.
"Get him out of here."
"I'll fix you, Venkman", Peck said as he was getting pulled out of the room. "I'm going to fix you!"
"I am going to send you a nice fruit basket", Peter said waving to Peck. "I'm going to miss him!"
"Alright, let's cut to the chase and get down to business here", Grandma Irene said. "How are you going to save my granddaughter?"
"Yes, you've got work to do", the mayor said. "Now what do you need from me?"