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I got to drag myself out of bed 'cause someone hurt an alley cat?

The security guard described it as a plaintiff ghostly wail.

I describe it as a waste of time.

Who knows? Maybe we will get a backstage tour of the opera.

Oh, that would sweeten the deal.

I happen to like opera.

-Figures. -Knew it.

Big surprise.

[Roland] I suppose you'd rather listen to a bunch of slackers

banging on guitars and whining their lungs out.

You say that like it's a bad thing.

[beeping]

Hold it, guys. I'm getting a nibble.

[wailing]

You hear that?

Definitely ecto.

[wailing continues]

[screams]

[both grunt]

[yells, then grunts]

[Garrett] Whoa!

[ghost screaming]

-[yells] -[screaming]

[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 'fraid of no ghost ♪

♪ If you're seeing things Running through your head ♪

♪ Who you gonna call? ♪

♪ Ghostbusters ♪

♪ I ain't 'fraid of no ghost ♪

♪ You know busting Makes me feel good ♪

♪ I ain't 'fraid of no ghost ♪

♪ Whoo-ooh! ♪

-[dramatic music playing] -[screaming]

[yells]

Let's bring down the curtain on this diva's debut.

I'll give you something to scream about.

[wailing]

-[Garrett] Look out! -[Roland] Watch it!

[wailing continues]

Yo, Ky. Heads up!

Screaming Mimi's getting away.

[moaning]

[woman] Oh, sister!

Oh. Did I not warn you about calling attention to yourself?

We have eluded detection all these years.

Keep up this foolishness and they'll catch us for sure.

Oh, shut your caterwauling and give me what I need. Now!

[singing haunting melody]

Is that all you have got? I told you I need more. Much more.

But I have never taken that much at once before.

People would see.

You'll do as you're told!

[gasps] No! [sobs]

There, there, sister.

I have taken us this far through the centuries.

After all, what are a few mortal lives compared to our happiness?

Hey!

Yo, Rollo!

-[opera music playing over stereo] -Want to turn down that racket?

Yeah. I am starting to miss the screaming chick.

For your information, that screaming chick was a banshee.

An audio sonic, non-vaporous free floating apparition to be precise.

All' I know is screeching lady's due some payback

for my little midnight swim.

A-ha!

-[Eduardo] Ugh. -[crashes]

[music stops]

-Sorry. -[Janine] Hey! [gasps]

I just climbed three flights of stairs for this stupid thing.

It better be important.

-Why didn't you take the elevator? -Exercise is so much healthier.

- Think I'm gonna die. -[scanner beeping]

-Hey, new video game? -It's a sub-harmonic acoustic scanner.

While you two were rehearsing for the Super Bowl,

we successfully isolated the banshee's vocal frequency.

So, what are we waiting for?

Only this time I choose the car tape.

-[siren wailing] -[Roland] She's close.

[people chattering]

[Roland] What are they lining up for?

I'll give you a hint. It ain't The Three Tenors.

Chick music. Boring.

How can you say that? Her music pierces the very soul.

Apparently, it pierces everything.

-[scanner beeping] -Sorry. Sold out.

We're not fans. We are scientists.

Yo, try your luck with the scalpers, scientist.

Sixty-two, twenty-seven. It's all we got.

-Just one? -Take it or leave it.

Well, enjoy the show, big guy. We'll cover the outside.

How come he gets the fun job?

Because he is the only one who knows how to work this thing.

-Try not to look too conspicuous. -Uh, right.

[cheering]

[chanting] Syren, Syren, Syren...

[rock music playing over speakers]

[singing haunting melody]

Stop basking in their mindless adulations, sister,

and feed me.

-[proton pack energizes] -[screams]

[yells, then grunts]

Hey, guys. I found Miss Congeniality.

I'm on it, Garrett.

[ominous music playing]

You copy that, Roland?

Roland?

Oh, no. You don't get away that easy.

[screams]

Sister.

-[grunts] -[groans]

Yo, Bach-a-Roland, let's boogie.

But the show's just started.

Come on. Vámonos!

[grunts] Dunk me in a fountain, will you?

-[man] Syren! -[crowd cheering]

The time has come, my children.

Syren needs your love. Give me your love.

[singing haunting melody]

Syren...

-[ominous music playing] -[banshee groaning]

You should have been there, Eduardo. Syren's amazing.

I am happy for you, man.

Now, you wanna help us bag a banshee?

[banshee screams, then moans]

-On three. -[all] Three!

[banshee screaming]

Syren's singing to me. I can feel it.

Roland!

[yells]

-Grab on to something. -[banshee screaming]

Now!

[yells]

Garrett.

[Kylie yells]

-I really got to start that diet. -[screaming continues]

I got an idea.

[yells, then grunts]

[dramatic music playing]

[Garrett yells] Whoa!

[both] Get him.

Are we done? 'Cause, you know, you're making me miss the show.

[ominous music playing]

What?

[crowd cheering]

[Syren] Oh, no!

No, I'm too late. [sobbing]

[Garrett] Roland!

-Come on out. -He's been acting weird lately.

Like Michael Jackson weird.

[gibbers]

[Syren singing over headphones]

Hello? Anybody home?

This is no good. It's not enough.

-Stress finally getting to him? -He definitely needs a hobby.

I think he's got one now.

Yeah. No way her music could be this good.

I don't know. Gets a solid 10 on the ecto-meter.

[siren wailing]

This is a waste of time. We're never gonna find him.

At least not the way you drive.

Any idea what we're up against, Egon?

[Egon] Absolutely.

This music is definitely giving off ecto-acoustics.

Then she is connected to the banshee.

I am guessing you didn't make it to my chapter

about the Glostic Sisters.

According to Irish folklore, they were a pair of wandering spirits.

One was a banshee, the other a siren.

I read about sirens.

They used their voices to entrance the Argonauts.

You kidding? Like Neil Armstrong?

Kylie's right.

A siren's vocal frequency

can directly affect the brain's pleasure centers.

Within seconds of hearing her sing, you'd be completely enthralled.

Or in this case, Roland.

Wait. It gets worse.

I hate it when he says that.

Banshee requires the youth of mortals to sustain her strength.

Her sister is the only one who can provide it.

So, who would be crazy enough to give up their youth to Syren?

[gasping]

-[ominous music playing] -[crowd chattering]

-[Roland] Where is she? -Gone, dude.

No.

[tires screech]

What is this? A geriatric rave?

Guys. I'm glad you're here. You've gotta help me find Syren.

Are you kidding? Look around you. Can't you see what she's done?

You don't understand.

No, you don't understand, compadre. This is how she feeds her sister.

The name banshee ring a bell?

That's Syren's sister? Let's get out of here.

First normal thing you said all day.

You should have seen yourself, man. You were, like, totally messed up.

I don't want to talk about it, okay? I'm just glad it's over.

Egon needs you guys. Up on the third floor.

Uh...

I'll be there in a second.

I have reconfigured these to inversely emulate

Syren's vocal patterns.

That should protect you from the hypnotic effect.

And if it doesn't?

Start shopping for a nursing home.

[alarm blaring]

Containment breach.

Banshee, can you hear me?

[haunting music playing]

[roaring and braying]

[roars]

Just follow the signal!

Roland, what're you doing?

They're sisters. They belong together.

What happened here?

Roland invited our friend on a date.

Looks like we have to stay home and babysit.

[braying]

[dramatic music playing]

Stop! Hey!

[grunts]

[Garrett yelps, then grunts]

I'm almost empty!

[roars]

[Kylie coughs] Me too!

Wasn't Roland supposed to recharge these?

Guess he was a little preoccupied.

[Egon] Hold them steady.

And keep this flame away from the gas cloud.

How come?

They'll blow!

[eerie music playing]

Don't give up. Syren needs you.

Silence...

Sister...

I thought you were gone, forever.

I brought her back to you, Syren.

You know you can always count on me.

Oh.

Will you both stop your sniveling?

Can you not see I'm withering away?

[singing haunting melody]

[sighs]

Amazing!

That's all you have for me?

What is it you've been doing all this time?

-Do I have to think of everything?

[dramatic music playing]

[ghosts roaring]

[grunts] We can't hold them much longer.

Hey!

Heads up, people.

Janine, be careful, it's still experimental.

[grunts]

[roars]

[bellowing]

[yells]

Adios, muchacho.

-Dumb luck? -Definitely.

[whimsical music playing]

Guess all that exercise paid off.

Sure did. Now point me to the elevator.

I earned that hot fudge sundae.

I'll re-secure the containment grid. You three find Roland.

-I'll charge up the power packs. -And I'll drive.

It was worth a shot.

-[ominous music playing] -[students cheering]

Ah. The sweet sounds of youth.

Please don't make me hurt these people.

Not like the ones in the club.

Nonsense, my darling.

After tonight, they won't hurt at all.

Syren. Uh, Syren, wait up.

[cheering]

-[blows whistle] -[banshee screaming]

[gasping and screaming]

[boy] What's going on?

Your public awaits.

Don't make me do this.

Please. Syren, your voice. I need to hear you.

[singing haunting melody]

The time has come, my children.

You waste my time, sister. Bring me my youth.

[Syren] Give yourselves over to me.

[singing haunting melody]

Sorry, ladies. Karaoke night is canceled.

Guys. No!

-[dramatic music playing] -[yells]

[gasps] Leave her alone.

-[Kylie] Hey! -[Eduardo grunts]

Roland. What are you--?

[grunts]

[groaning]

[banshee yells]

Now!

[singing haunting melody]

Roland, no!

[groans] Sister...

[groans, then sighs]

Ah!

Aim for the songbird. On three.

-[dramatic music playing] -[screams]

[grunting]

More youth, sister. More!

But there is no more.

Well, they're still alive, aren't they?

Here. Take their youth.

Way to rat out your friends, grandpa.

Easy, compadre. She can't do squat as long as we're wearing...

Our...

Oh, no.

[singing haunting melody]

Such a morsel will hardly suffice.

Drain them all!

You would side with mortals over your own kin?

Don't make me do this. I beg you.

[grunts]

[singing haunting melody]

[Kylie over PA] Don't listen to her, Syren.

You're not your sister.

You're not evil. She's just using you.

[screams]

Sister. What are you doing?

Sister. Why?

Why?

Why...

I can't. You must finish this.

But, Syren, we need you.

[melancholy music playing]

Please. It's the only way. If you truly love me.

Thank you.

[music turns dramatic]

[screaming]

Ladies and gentlemen, Elvira has left the building.

I can't help feeling sorry for her.

The way she had to sacrifice herself.

Look at it this way.

If she didn't, you would still be eligible for social security.

Yeah. We miss the old you.

Or in this case, the young you with your old taste in music.

Really? All right, then.

[opera music playing over radio]

I just had to open my big mouth.

Quick, give me your headset.

[Eduardo] Is it too late to spring that Syren chick from the trap?

[haunting music playing]