Original subtitles

Hey, if they was any fresher, they'd be squeezing you back.

[snarling]

Uh, you okay?

Hey, what's the matter, Frank? Don't they feed you at home?

Hey, Frank, take it easy.

[clears throat] Excuse me, officer. Is there a problem?

Come on, Frank. Knock it off!

[snarling]

[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 seeing things Running through your head ♪

♪ Who you gonna call? ♪

♪ Ghostbusters ♪

♪ I ain't afraid of no ghost ♪

♪ You know busting Makes me feel good ♪

♪ I ain't afraid of no ghost ♪

♪ Whoo! ♪

-[Garrett] Slimer! -[Slimer] Ah!

That's my dinner, you flying garbage pail!

[Slimer gibbering, grunting]

-Hey, what is this, the Indy 5007 -[Slimer laughs]

Oh, man!

Okay, fork it over!

Uh-uh!

-Why, you little... -[burps] Ah!

[cackling]

Whoa!

My hard drive!

Get out of there, Slimer!

-[gibbering] -Ooh!

When I get my hands on you...

[shouts, grunts]

Look out below!

Slimer, what did you...? Hey!

That's an ancient hand-written text! It's...

[groans] It's irreplaceable.

Uh-oh!

-Get back here, Slimeball. -Why, you little...

-There he is! -[shouting]

Ah!

Oh, Slimer!

-He's mine. -After me!

-I'm gonna strangle him! -Me too!

[Slimer] Uh-oh.

[indistinct chatter]

Honey?

People are staring!

[gasps]

Mommy!

I'm back. Uranium 237, anybody?

What? Is something wrong?

[Janine] I'll say there is.

-Look at what he did. -My book is ruined!

-He stole my dinner! -He wrecked my game.

[Janine] Who's gonna pay for a new hard drive?

One at a time, please.

Look, I know you've been through a lot together,

but Slimer needs to be housebroken.

I realize he's a bit of a free spirit, but...

Free spirit? He's a floating glob of destruction!

You're the only one he listens to, Egon.

You've got to do something.

[alarm blaring]

[sighs] Saved by the bell.

[doctor] I've never seen anything like it.

There's nothing in the medical journals to explain it.

That's why I called you in as a last resort.

How flattering.

[patients eating noisily]

Are they insane?

That's hospital food.

Their appetites appear to be unlimited.

Their metabolisms have increased to an impossible rate.

I'm picking up something on the upper end of the spectrum. Definitely ecto.

While working up the patients' histories,

we were able to find a potential common denominator.

[grunting]

[Garrett] We're following a red-hot lead.

All the victims ate from the same produce stand.

There may be a demon or something in the food.

Food?

[Garrett] We're heading over to Bleecker and 7th right now.

-Hmm. Bye! -Roger. Keep me posted.

[scoffs] I'm sorry.

You're saying this food is haunted?

No, but we did find psychokinetic energy in the victims

entirely consistent with our readings here.

In other words, yes, this food is haunted.

[laughs] I'm sorry, I don't believe in ghosts.

Howdy.

Ah! You kids just do whatever you have to do.

Mm...

Slimer, what are you doing here?

Ah! [gibbering]

Too healthy for you, big guy?

They're all potentially tainted anyway.

So, no matter what, do not eat anything.

Eh!

Oh!

[warbling intensifies]

I think I got something.

On three.

Oh, great.

You wanna wait in the car, so we're not following you all day?

I just hope we can keep him away from these samples.

What he needs is an ecto-muzzle.

[chuckles] Remind me to build one when we get back.

[Egon] The cellular structure appears normal.

But it's been contaminated by high-band psychokinetic energy.

Hmm...

My guess is that, during the digestive process,

the PK energy is somehow transformed into a kind of ecto-fuel.

-[objects clattering] -But why? What would that accomplish?

There must be some larger entity that feeds on that fuel.

It needs an intermediary to produce its food.

So what? Some big nasty is using people as, like, its stomach?

-[Slimer eating] -Exactly.

And it probably needs a lot of fuel.

So it infects food with a trace element that raises the victim's metabolism.

So, first, we have to find whatever's responsible for infecting the fruit.

Then maybe we can figure out a way to reverse it.

And how do we find it, whatever it is?

New York's a big place.

If this ghost is gonna feed on its victims,

then there's only one place for it to go.

[eating stops]

Janine, call the hospital and tell them we're on our way.

You know, Slimer's never been a model of self-control.

Think he had a little snack behind our backs?

This is Slimer we're talking about.

Slimer, did you eat anything at that fruit stand?

Uh-uh, uh-uh...

Fruits and vegetables? Him?

Slimer?

I don't like the way he's looking at me.

[snarling]

What--? Hey. Stay back!

I'm warning you.

Eduardo, that was completely uncalled for.

He was trying to eat me!

Don't be ridiculous.

Slimer would never eat anything that wasn't food.

[burps]

He just wants attention.

[burps]

Hey! He's eating the spare proton canisters.

Slimer, no! Spit it out.

Spit it out!

You get to the hospital. I'll take care of Slimer.

Hey, hungry man! Eat some proton!

[all shout]

What is this thing?

I don't know, but it's about to become cat litter.

It's shifting all over the PK spectrum.

The streams can't grab on!

[Slimer whimpering]

Slimer!

He needs discipline. Boundaries.

Slimer, if you don't stop this instant...

[sighs] Oh, it's no use.

That's taking a stand.

I'm picking up some unusual spikes in the high-end PK spectrum.

Isolating them could be the key to curing you.

[Roland on radio] Egon, this is Roland.

We've got a problem here.

This thing is unlike anything we...

Roland, do you copy?

I lost your signal. I lost...

Bad Slimer.

Very, very bad.

[groans] I lost them.

We got bigger problems. Look!

Anyone see a ghost come through here?

Okay, spread out, and pick your shots carefully.

Remember, we're low on proton refills.

Don't touch that pudding! It's evil!

Guys, over here!

-Huh? -Ready? On three!

[all] Three!

Oh, man. I'm dry.

[groans] Too bad he's not.

[sniffing]

Where's he off to in such a hurry?

I don't know, but we better destroy this food before somebody eats it.

Senseless waste of lard and sugar.

Whoa.

What happened here?

We've been robbed.

-[Slimer cackling] -[both] Slimer!

-[Egon panting] Slimer! -Put that down!

-You are in very big trouble! -[Slimer burps]

He's infected. He ate everything that isn't nailed down.

Yeah. Well, we just got our collective butts kicked

by some tiger-looking ghostie.

He's known as Ravana.

King of the Rakshasas, Devourers of Life.

I did a little research

before Slimer ate my modem.

I should have an illustration right here.

I'll take your word for it.

If Slimer's been infected by Ravana,

there may be no way to stop him from eating like this.

There is one way.

Egon, no!

Slimer's family.

Sometimes you gotta do what you gotta do.

Need any help?

'Cause, you know, sometimes you gotta do what you gotta do.

I'll handle this myself.

I'd prefer to do this alone.

I wish there was something else I could do, old friend,

but there's no time.

-[groans] -[growling]

[whimpering]

Like those proton streams are gonna hold him this time.

We just have to keep him from feeding on Slimer.

This is for your own good.

Ah!

Come and get it!

I got him! Throw the trap!

Egon! Now!

[screaming]

Ah!

I'm guessing he doesn't like canned food.

Forgive me, my friend.

Well, this is it.

Since Slimer ate all the others, we've got to make these count.

Now, if we modify the proton packs

to modulate in sync with Ravana's shifting PKE frequency,

we may just have a chance.

Then what are we waiting for? Let's bust that bad boy!

Easy, Rambo. First, we have to find him.

Where can we find the greatest concentration of food in New York?

Garrett's refrigerator?

The produce distribution center.

[siren wailing]

All the fruits and vegetables coming into Manhattan

have to pass through here first to be inspected.

Or in this case, infected.

Don't worry, Slimer. We'll be able to let you out soon.

All right, Garfield. We're putting you on a crash diet.

It's working!

The modifications are working, but Ravana's become too powerful.

I hope somebody has a better plan,

or that thing's gonna pig out on the whole city.

Not if he pigs out on something else first.

[beeps]

I'm free! I'm free! I'm free!

Are you out of your mind?

If Slimer ingests a sufficient quantity of food,

he'll process enough energy to overload Ravana.

Then let's keep Ravana busy

so Slimer can chow down as much as possible.

Let's hog tie him.

[all] Whoa!

I'm almost out.

Oh, man. I'm starving.

Fight it, guys. You wanna end up like those veggies in the hospital?

Can't help it.

This is so tasty!

-[snarling] -[yelps]

Slimer!

It's not working.

Ravana's controlling his intake.

At this rate, he won't overload.

Enough.

Egon, no!

[Egon grunts] Oh!

Snag his arms!

Slimer!

Slimer's force-feeding him.

Slimer? Slimer, are you there?

Poor little guy.

[groans]

[exclaims]

Lookie what I caught.

I don't feel so good.

You were very brave today, Slimer,

but also very foolish.

Your thoughtlessness nearly cost us our lives.

Now, do you have anything to say for yourself?

[stomach gurgles]

Maybe we ought to lay off him.

He's had a pretty rough day.

Him? What about us?

We got to carry all that stuff back to the firehouse.

[theme music playing]

♪ When the things That slither in the shadows ♪

♪ Keep you up late at night ♪

♪ When there's something lurking In your closet ♪

♪ Who can make you feel all right? ♪

♪ That's right ♪

[Slimer cackling]