Original subtitles

And you are now entering the colorful and world-renowned section of the city

known as Greenwich Village,

which is home to more art galleries per square block than...

-[growling] -[gasps]

[all screaming]

[man yelling]

[theme music playing]

♪ If there's something strange ♪

♪ In your neighborhood ♪

♪ Who you gonna call? ♪

♪ If there's something weird And it don't look good ♪

♪ Who you gonna call? ♪

♪ That's right ♪

♪ I ain't afraid of no ghost ♪

♪ If you're seein' things ♪

♪ Runnin' through your head ♪

♪ Who you gonna call? ♪

♪ Ghostbusters ♪

♪ I ain't afraid of no ghost ♪

♪ You know bustin' Makes me feel good ♪

♪ I ain't afraid of no ghost ♪

♪ Whoo! ♪

[violin playing]

[playing off-key]

[grunting]

[grunts]

[groans]

Hey, Roland.

I got a request.

-You do? -Yeah.

It's called "put a sock in it."

Sorry, Garrett.

I don't know any of those alternative rock tunes.

Have you seen Slimer?

He took off like a shot as soon as Roland started practicing.

[whimpering]

What's the matter?

I think slimeball just gave Roland a thumbs-down.

My readings indicate that the harmonic frequencies

generated by Roland's playing

are disturbing to Slimer's ecto-metabolism.

Yeah? Well, they're pretty disturbing to my metabolism too.

[telephone rings]

Ghostbusters. We zap them, we trap them.

Grab your blasters, boys and girls. We've got some live ones.

Ladies and gentlemen, to officially kick off

the dedication ceremony for our new east wing,

I'm delighted to introduce tonight's guest of honor,

Mayor McShane.

Thank you, William,

and thank you to the Founders Circle for this kind invitation.

As an art lover myself, I'm thrilled to note that the new wing

will house the largest collection of Manets in the world.

-[crowd laughing] -[whispering]

Or as some pronounce it, Manet.

As you all know, New York is the cultural hub of...

[rumbling]

Sweet Jiminy!

[all exclaiming]

Ladies and gentlemen, stay calm.

We are crashing this party.

-We hit them point-blank. -Maybe they're wearing flak jackets.

Override the flux arrest or and adjust the maximum pulse.

Check.

[grunts]

So much for maximum pulse.

[yelling]

So, Yo-Yo Ma, you got any other bright ideas?

Just one. Reverse polarity.

Uh, isn't that supposed to be dangerous?

For them.

Now.

[grunting]

It's not working.

[yells]

Oh, man.

You sociopathic vigilantes have really done it this time.

Never, in his entire career, has the mayor been this humiliated.

Yeah? How about the time he barfed on the king of Wales?

Prince.

Whatever.

You'll be hearing from us very soon.

Five thousand, six hundred and twenty-three dollars?

You believe that?

They're actually sticking us for the damage to the museum?

Hey, it's not so bad.

We get part-time jobs at Burger Palace, ten, 15 years, we'll have it paid off.

This is all my fault.

If I'd been troubleshooting the equipment instead of practicing the violin...

Roland, it is not your fault--

Let's not be hasty here, Kylie.

Roland makes a good point.

His violin-playing is endangering the whole Ghostbuster operation.

Why didn't I check the blasters?

The blasters are fine.

Proton cores are fully operational.

Tell that to the ghosts, because they didn't even flinch.

I found this in the trash.

[gasps]

Hey, it wasn't me.

Not that I don't appreciate the sentiment.

[babbling]

Okay, the blasters are fine.

Then why were those entities unaffected?

That's what concerns me.

I suspect something far worse

than mechanical failure is going on here.

Ghosts may be building up a resistance to our proton technology.

Like the way flu germs mutate to become immune to vaccines?

Correct.

And if that's the case, then we're all doomed.

[pensive music playing]

[screaming]

[yelling]

I have no comment.

Those people were suffering from some sort of mass hysteria.

Jensen, whatever it was that attacked the museum last night,

and I refuse to use the word "ghosts," I want it forgotten!

It's history. Over and done with.

It's not over, sir. We're receiving reports of gho--

Or odd occurrences from all over the city.

Shall I contact those Ghostbusters?

I wouldn't hire those scam artists to shine my shoes.

You saw them at the museum.

They had a crack at whatever it was we saw

and they weren't able to do a thing.

Well, then, maybe I can.

The name is Piper.

Who let this character in here?

I understand, you're a busy man. So I'll make this short...

[plays tune]

...and sweet.

You've got yourself a ghost problem, and I'm the man to take care of it.

My music is guaranteed to soothe the savage ghost.

I play them right out of town and out of your hair.

For a price, of course.

I'll have him thrown out.

No. No.

If you can do what you say you can, we've got a deal.

Jensen, go draw up a contract.

Yes, Jensen, do that.

[pensive music playing]

[tires screeching]

[ghosts laughing]

[yelling]

[device powering up]

Everybody got their proton-diffusion boosters locked in?

-Check. -Got it.

-Uh-huh. -Let's nail them.

[laughing]

Ugh. Nothing.

-Now what? -Run?

[tune playing]

What's that dude think he's doing?

I'm seeing it, but I don't believe it.

[Kylie] Ghosts falling under the sway of a musical emanation?

There's no research to support this.

What are you talking about?

You saw how Slimer reacted when Roland was screeching on his fiddle.

That was a pained reaction.

This is more like obedience.

What's he doing?

Sending those ghosts into the harbor won't affect them.

This guy's good. I gotta talk to him.

Hey, pal! Wait up.

The name's Piper, not pal.

Okay, Piper.

So how'd you stop all those ghosts with that thing?

You young fools haven't a clue, have you?

It's not the pipe, it's the piper.

Hey, easy on the 'tude.

You're not talking to a bunch of amateurs here.

Busting ghosts is our business.

Was.

But now, I've got the job.

And thanks to your mayor, I'm being paid a pretty penny to do it.

This dude talks like a bad Robin Hood movie.

Now, why don't you kiddies run along home?

Mayor hates us but pays him.

-What's up with that? -Weird.

I got a much higher P.K.E. reading

coming off of Piper than off of the ghosts.

That can't be right.

Maybe it's some kind of ecto-refraction.

[Kylie] Let's keep an eye on this guy.

Uh-oh.

-He lost control of them. -I'm not so sure about that.

Blast them.

Oh, and this time the blasters are gonna work?

Guys, we're running out of pier.

Nicely done.

[laughing]

[pensive music playing]

[Kylie] Garrett! No!

[Roland] Whoa!

[all yelling]

Hang on!

-Yeah. -Good advice.

Don't let go, man.

Come on, guys, put a little oomph into it.

Your payment, just as we agreed.

Just one thing, I'd like you to keep this quiet.

Publicity doesn't interest me.

But there is one tiny problem.

This payment, it just won't do.

That's the deal we agreed to.

The job was far more difficult than I thought.

We need to renegotiate.

First thing I'd like is a statue of me,

erected right in the middle of Fifth Avenue.

-What? -And my own office here in City Hall.

You're out of your mind.

Security, in here now.

You think you can come in here and put the squeeze on me?

You don't know who you're dealing with.

No, you don't know who you're dealing with.

[radio chirps]

-Egon here. -Go, Egon.

I've analyzed the P.K.E. data

from your earlier run-in with those ghosts.

And I've come up with a startling conclusion.

The ghosts are not actual entities in and of themselves,

but rather component parts of some massive psychokinetic core.

He's saying they're like spark plugs and some bigger ghost is the engine.

I got it. Why is everybody always explaining stuff to me?

Do I look like an idiot?

Too easy. Okay.

So where do we find this big-kahuna ghost?

I think we already have. It's Piper.

I believe that's correct.

Which would explain why I got such a wigged-out P.K.E. reading from him.

Yes. And why your proton weapons couldn't stop the smaller entities.

They're merely emanations of Piper's own being.

But Piper was busting the ghosts.

It's a scam.

His own ghosts attack,

then he comes along and pretends to fix the problem.

And gets the mayor to pay him off for the trouble he himself started.

Eleven to six. Whipping you guys bad.

[Piper playing tune]

[pensive music playing]

Stop. You can't just barge in here.

Mr. Mayor, you've got a serious problem.

Yes, and I'm about to get rid of it.

Get security and have this riffraff escorted from the building.

You don't understand.

-Your friend Piper is actually a ghost. -[telephone ringing]

He's running a scam.

He didn't scam me. I had him tossed out of here.

Which is exactly what I'm about to...

We're getting reports.

Children are leaving their homes and following Piper.

What? How?

He's an ectoplasmic entity, that's how.

He's probably controlling their minds with that pipe of his.

Well, I guess us "vigilante riffraff” will be going now.

Wait, please. I-- We...

The city needs your help.

Well, yeah, it's kind of hard to concentrate

with this big bill hanging over our heads, you know?

Are you kiddies ready to take a little dip?

Was that a yes?

I thought so.

♪ The mayor is going to rue the day ♪

♪ He refused to pay the Piper ♪

[chuckling]

[Piper playing tune]

Hold it right there, Piper.

I thought I told you to mind your own business.

Busting ghosts like you is our business.

So you know my little secret.

In that case, why don't I slip into something more comfortable?

[boy] Yuck.

This dude's a 10-plus on the ugly meter.

Hold it. We can't risk hitting those kids.

[thunder rumbling]

[all grunting]

We've gotta take cover or we'll be blown into the bay.

We can't desert the children.

I got it covered.

Hey, you're pretty tough hiding behind a bunch of kids, aren't you?

Let's see if you're tough enough to take me on.

Yes, I rather like that idea.

[girl] Yay! Let's go home!

They're free.

It's you and me, Piper.

[yelling]

Oh, man.

That's almost as nasty-sounding as Roland's violin.

Hey, man, where are you going? It was just a joke.

[laughing]

Garrett!

And now, for my final number,

guaranteed to bring down the house.

-[Kylie] He's gonna bury us. -Yeah, I noticed.

-[violin playing] -[grunting]

That noise.

No, stop it!

Keep it up, Itzhak! [laughs]

It sounds terrible!

Uh... Thanks.

[groaning]

All right, dude, you've piped your last tune.

Not quite. I've still got an encore.

There's no way to beat those creeps.

'Cause they're just spark plugs.

And Piper's the engine.

Which means he's vulnerable when they're outside his body.

Let's do it.

[yelling]

Like the man said, "It ain't the pipe...

it's the piper."

Anybody seen my...

Oh, I am so sorry, dude.

Accident.

[spooky music playing]