Original subtitles

We dropped a 3200, and she's still coming.

Why'd they ever abandon this field? It's still ripe with crude.

[laughs] We're gonna make a killing, my friend.

-[alarm blaring] -What?

-What's happening? {gasps}

Impossible.

I'm getting readings of over 200 degrees coming off the crude.

Something's definitely-- [yells]

[both yelling]

[growling]

[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-oh! ♪

-[lighthearted music playing] -[cat yowls]

[Roland] Oh, no, don't turn down that...

-Look out! -[horn blares]

Chill. He shouldn't have been on my side of the street anyhow.

You don't have a side of the street. This is a one-way.

[horns honk]

Do you want to learn to drive correctly or not?

Sure, I guess.

Egon wants me to have a license so I can drive the Ecto-1.

So, uh, you think I'm gonna pass my driving test?

Well, if you practice really hard and listen to what I have to say,

I suppose it's possible.

Good. 'Cause my test is this afternoon.

Huh?

[foreboding music playing]

-Why does the ground keep shaking? -I don't know.

-[creature growling] -And what is up with that noise?

I don't know.

[speaks gibberish]

Okay, Slimer.

You can mix while I get the first batch out of the oven.

Hold on tight.

[Slimer giggles]

[squealing]

[sniffs] Ahh.

Do I detect the distinctive aroma of oatmeal raisin?

Indeed you do, my young man.

And you can be my guinea pig.

I've decided to start a little side business.

Janine's Pralines and Miscellaneous Baked Good Dreams.

Hmm. Catchy.

[Slimer speaks gibberish]

Of course you get some, Slimer.

You've been a big help.

So come on, tell me the truth.

Do Mrs. Fields and Famous Amos have anything on me?

-Mm-- Hmm. -Uh, yeah. Good taste.

[groans]

Not to be critical, but that was the worst thing I've ever tasted.

Yuck! Ew!

Slimer, where did you get the sugar you handed me?

Mm...

There it is.

That's salt.

Really? [inhales]

[gasping]

-[sneezes] -[both groan]

[foreboding music playing]

[whistling upbeat tune]

[growls]

Whoa, I gotta get some sleep.

[gasping]

[yells]

[growling]

[lighthearted music playing]

So how'd the driving lesson go?

Roland says he's never seen anyone handle a car like I do.

- I see. -[Slimer slurps]

Okay, everybody, a new batch of cookies.

Only this time, they're made with sugar.

-Mm! -Isn't that right, Slimer?

[speaks gibberish]

I call these... Janine's Praline Patties.

Be honest, now. Don't hold back the truth.

You've really done something here.

These are, uh... [clears throat] ...really something.

I can honestly say I've never had praline patties like these before.

And here I was worried you might not like them.

I'm gonna whip up a great big batch.

[all spit]

I'm dying here.

Me first.

Agua. Agua.

Mm!

[gags]

-Hey! -[gulping]

Oh, man. Cup full of slime.

[phone ringing]

Yeah, I'm in my rig, and I'm seeing some weird stuff down here.

Yeah, well, welcome to New York.

No, no, I mean the cars, they're not normal.

They're, like, uh, possessed or something.

Okay, we'll check it out.

Oh, before you go, do most truck stops sell cookies?

[siren blares]

So, what exactly are we looking for?

Some sort of demon cars in the downtown area.

Hey, how about if I drive?

I don't think so.

Why not? It'll be good practice.

You know how bad Janine's cookies are?

-Yeah. -Your driving's worse.

-[tires screeching in distance] -[gasps]

Got an out-of-control bus. Two blocks north of Battery Park.

[tires screeching]

[crowd yelling]

Strong emanations coming from the direction of Battery Park.

[weapons powering up]

[all yelling]

That bus has definite paranormal content.

You don't say.

[revving]

Looks like it's about to make an unscheduled stop.

On our heads!

Fire!

[coughs] Cover your mouths. These fumes are toxic.

[Eduardo coughs] Yeah. And I bet they're poison too.

[all coughing]

-[Roland] Look out! -[all yell]

And you say I'm a bad driver.

-Good news. I think it's gone. -Yeah?

Well, here comes the bad news.

The air mail!

[all yelling]

Run!

[ominous music playing]

Hey, there's nobody flying that thing.

Its propellers are dispersing our beams.

Hit the deck!

We gotta blast it from the side.

[screeching]

[crowd screaming]

And they say airplanes are the safest form of travel.

[phone ringing]

Just mix. Don't taste.

[Slimer whines]

Free batch of cookies with every referral.

-Today's featured flavor is-- -[Egon] Give me that.

Please.

Okay. A demon bus and a demon plane.

What's the link? What do they both have in common?

Both have engines.

Both have wheels.

Both are forms of transportation I don't plan on taking.

Fuel. Gasoline.

I believe you're correct.

I just got off the phone with a crew foreman

at the Hudson River Oil Refinery over in New Jersey.

They're having problems with their equipment.

Odd noises, explosions, weird apparitions.

What kind of self-respecting ghost possesses a refinery?

Let's just see if there's a historical record

of any ecto-activity at that site.

Hmm. Interesting.

The original owners of the oil field adjacent to the refinery

abandoned the site over 30 years ago.

-Was it tapped out? -No.

Workers refused to work there anymore

because they believed the rig was haunted.

So they shut down the wells and the adjoining refinery.

It was only reopened again recently.

Why? I mean, if it's haunted...

Not everyone believes in ghosts.

I seem to recall you fitting into that category at one time.

Simpler explanation: money.

There's a lot of green stuff in that gas.

[Slimer burping] Mm!

And there's a lot of gas in that green stuff.

You've got to stop eating all the profits, Slimer.

Hey, guys, let's go check out that refinery

[quietly] before Julia Vile whips up anymore snack ages of death.

[somber music playing]

-[siren blaring] -[coughing]

What happened?

Whole thing went off like a firecracker.

Did you notice anything unusual before it combusted?

I've been working rigs for 20 years. I've never seen anything like this.

Right after we began pumping that field, the machinery started going nuts,

almost like something was trying to drive us away.

I'm gonna take some readings.

And the whole area was brimming with PKE activity.

But we still were unable to locate the source.

And I have a theory.

You see, oil is created by decayed carboniferous matter,

such as dinosaur remains,

trapped under pressure for millions of years.

What if, several million years ago, a demon got trapped in the ooze,

and it's been down there for all this time?

Until the oil rigs came 30 years ago and disturbed it.

And then again recently.

When you say "disturbed it,"

you mean it likes it down there in the yuck?

Yes. It may seem slimy and disgusting by our standards,

but to the demon, it's home.

Sounds like you're describing Eduardo's apartment.

Hey!

[Janine] Oh, Dr. Spengler?

Uh, gotta go.

I've got more fresh baked-- Egon?

Shh.

At least with the refinery destroyed,

we don't have to worry about any more demonized gasoline.

Yeah, except for whatever's still out there.

Case in point.

[dramatic music playing]

[screams]

In the meantime, Janine can run a check

on which service stations received the tainted gas.

And speaking of gas,

we need some.

[Kylie] Hold it, Roland.

We can't be too careful.

[whirs]

Okay, it's clean.

[growling]

[eerie music playing]

[Roland] Now let's chase down some demon cars.

Hey, man. Aren't you forgetting something?

My driving test.

Uh, what kind of vehicle is this, anyway?

Oh, it used to be a hearse.

That test marshal's gonna need a hearse after driving with Eduardo.

Okay, Eduardo, let's make a lane change,

then turn left at the light.

-[car growls] -[yells] Whoa!

That shouldn't happen.

You've gotta release the emergency break.

I did, I think.

Whoa!

-Release it. -Hey, man, tell it to release me.

What in the--?

[growls]

[Eduardo yelling]

[both yell]

[dramatic music playing]

Help me!

So, what's wrong with this picture?

The Ecto-1 must have gotten some bad gas.

I thought you checked the gas before we filled up.

I did. We gotta stop it.

How? All our equipment's in the Ecto.

Then we'll have to get some replacements.

We need wheels.

Bingo.

Gosh. You mean I get three testers?

Don't worry. You'll do fine.

What's your name?

-Jeremy. -Let's go, Jeremy.

And, Jeremy? Step on it.

Okay, Jeremy, keep it steady.

-But be ready to turn when I tell you to. -Yes, ma'am.

Uh, is that some kind of new test meter?

Yes, it is.

Eduardo, can you read me?

Yeah, man. Big problemo.

The Ecto-1's gone psycho.

You've got to get control of the car.

Yeah? Like how? It's steering by itself.

Hang in there.

We're picking up some more equipment, and we'll catch up with you shortly. Out.

-[yells] -So how am I doing so far?

[groans]

Reports are coming in from all over the city

about dozens of other demon vehicles.

They all seem to be heading for the Holland Tunnel.

They're going back to the refinery.

It would appear so.

Uh, Gar, in case you kids get hungry.

Uh, excuse me, what happens now?

Jeremy, confession. We're not really driving testers.

We're... bakers. [chuckles]

Here are some of our award-winning cookies. Enjoy.

[suspenseful music playing]

[growls]

There's too many of them to blast.

Right. Let's just see what they're up to.

PKE source energy is increasing.

These vehicles are definitely heading for the refinery.

Look at them. It's as if they're being summoned.

It won't open.

'Cause it's possessed. Got a demon in the tank.

Now what?

We find the central locus of the demon's powers.

[all yell]

I think we found it.

Hey!

[music turns mysterious]

And there, ladies and gentlemen, is our demon du jour.

Amazing.

He's drawing the ecto-energy from the vehicles

and pulling it into himself.

And making it way stronger.

Way, way stronger.

I don't know if we're gonna have enough proton juice to bring him down.

[music turns dramatic]

[both yell]

Hey, man, we're back in business.

What's next? Parallel parking? U-turns?

Exiting the vehicle.

[marshal yells]

It's as if all these vehicles

had little pieces of him in their gas tanks.

And now all the pieces are coming together as one big oily mass.

Yeah, and he's really fried about something.

If you'd just been rudely awakened after 30 years, how would you feel?

Extremely hungry.

-Ew! -Gross.

Oh, man, my favorite shirt.

Well, look who's finished with his little joyride.

Nice to have you back, Eduardo. The, uh, Ecto-1 okay?

Roland, forget the car. We got an angry demon on our hands.

And we have no idea what he's capable of.

Lock and load, boys and girls.

Fire!

It's not working!

Too much viscosity.

The beams can't penetrate his oily exterior.

[all scream]

[grunts, then yells]

[both yell]

We've gotta stop this big can of 30-weight

before he decides to pay a visit to downtown Manhattan.

How? He's impervious to our proton blasts.

Liquid detergent.

This is what the workmen use to wash up.

Of course.

Hey, guys?

This may not be the best time to worry about personal hygiene.

You're missing the point. This stuff cuts through oil.

[powering up]

If we can punch even a small hole through his viscous exterior...

Okay, I get it.

Time for this dude's 3-million-year oil change.

[weapons powering up]

[dramatic music playing]

[growling]

[gasps]

[Roland] On three.

[all] Three!

[yells]

It's working.

Yeah! Stripped that oily overcoat right off that dude.

Switch back to proton cartridges.

[roars]

[screaming]

[music fades]

-Yes! -All right!

We did it!

[lighthearted music playing]

I'm not sure what just happened here, but I've got a pretty good idea

you people just saved New York.

Not to mention New Jersey.

Jersey. Like that would be any great loss.

So I guess I passed my driver's test, huh?

Actually, you fail.

Fail? But I just saved New York.

Yes, well, that has nothing to do with driving.

You were awful behind that wheel.

The car was possessed.

Being a good driver means being prepared

for any situation that arises.

Really.

Uh, we're talking about the test marshal, right?

Right.

-Aren't we? -When we get back to the city,

why don't we send a batch of Janine's Baked Good Dreams

over to the marshal?

It's the least we can do.

[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? ♪

♪ Whoo-oh! ♪