Original subtitles

Every day, the ghoulies get bigger and uglier and slimier.

[Garrett] Look on the bright side.

-[Eduardo] What? -[Garrett] So do you. [laughs]

[Eduardo] / am so not up for you right now, Roller Boy.

[Garrett] Oh, yeah? Are you up for that thing?

-[Eduardo] What thing? -[both scream]

[foreboding music playing]

-[glass shattering in distance] -[man snoring]

[gasps]

Wake up. I heard a noise.

Al, wake up.

Huh? What kind of noise?

[crash in distance]

That kind of noise.

[glass shattering & objects clattering]

If they're burglars, why didn't the dog bark?

[gasps] You don't think they hurt the puppy?

Shh!

Looks like a tornado went through here.

[growling]

[woman] Prince?

[barking, snarling]

[dramatic music playing]

[wood splintering]

[both gasp]

-[dog barking] -[Al yelling]

[woman 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 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]

[chuckles] Spengler is whacked. Simple as that.

Egon is brilliant. He's got a scientific mind that--

That can't be limited by the boundaries of conventional thought.

Kylie, the man just sent us out to buy 30 pounds of fungus.

Okay, maybe he's a little eccentric, but he's still brilliant.

Yeah, whatever you say.

Hey, hey, Rol. Check it out.

[dog yaps]

Wow, she's beautiful.

Hmm.

Dude, what's wrong with you?

-What? -That pooch was your in, man.

What better setup do you need?

Please.

I'm not really a dog person.

Oh, man. Miss America walks by, and you choked.

It's not like he's bad looking, Ky. But the guy is like a Spengler clone.

-[Egon over radio] I heard that. -Egon, we have your mushrooms,

and we're headed back to the firehouse right now.

The fungus experiment will have to wait.

We've got dog problems.

-[phone rings] -Ghostbusters, please hold.

-[phone rings] -Ghostbusters, please hold.

-[phone rings] -Ghostbusters, please hold.

-[phone rings] -Ghostbusters, please hold.

-[phone rings] -Ghostbusters.

Uh-huh.

Glowing eyes, green vaporous breath.

-[phone rings] -Ghostbusters, please hold.

[Slimer squeals]

[sighs] I've always wanted to do that.

To my recollection, you've done that on several occasions.

Oh. Well, still feels good.

I printed out a list of 30 addresses you guys should hit first.

Thirty?

Yep. Apparently, all dogs won't go to heaven.

And I'm taking a break.

Well, I'm busting some ghosts.

I called Eduardo at home. I think you should wait.

[door opens]

[yawns]

Don't do me any favors.

[dramatic music playing]

[siren blaring]

[blows raspberry]

Since when did Slimer become so interested in going out on calls?

Where there's dogs, there's dog food.

Yeah! Yeah!

A ghost after my own heart.

Hey!

Wake up, darling.

Aw, when did we become dogcatchers?

Hey, what if it's a possessed chihuahua, huh?

Oh, no. Here comes a half a pound of nervous fur.

[screams]

Ha-ha-ha.

Will this take long?

I had to lock my mastiff in the basement.

Don't you worry, ma'am.

We'll have... Mastiff back to normal in no time.

We're professionals.

Okay.

I'm sorry. Can I get you anything?

I know it's late.

Coffee, black. Six sugars.

Mm!

Dog food! [speaks gibberish]

[groans]

Come on, Romeo.

[suspenseful music playing]

Ooh!

Careful, Slimer. I'm getting serious fluctuations here.

Me too. Steady signal but constantly shifting frequencies.

Weird.

Ugh.

Wonder what kind of dog Mastiff is.

Mastiff's not a name, Einstein.

It's a breed.

And they're huge.

[growling]

[Slimer squeals]

No kidding.

[gasps]

Good boy.

[snarling]

Okay, make sure your proton beams are on low.

We don't wanna hurt the dog.

Oh, no. We wouldn't wanna do that.

[whimpering]

-[screams] -[dog snarling]

[Slimer gibbering]

Hey, that goo is a friend of mine, pal.

[howling]

The streams should have knocked out the ghost by now.

But nothing's happening.

We can't get the entity out of the body and into the trap

without hurting the dog.

And the corporeal dog won't transfer into the ghost trap.

Oh, well. We tried. Let's go home.

No.

I have a better idea.

[dog snarling inside]

What are you doing?

Sorry about this.

We'll take good care of him.

He's not really himself.

Oh, thank you.

[yelps] Hey, hey, hey. Job at hand, mister.

And I'll take good care of that dryer too.

[dog barking]

You see, you always leave the ladies wanting more.

[sighs]

What I wanna know is,

why couldn't we blast the ghost out of that dog?

[Egon] I'm not sure.

It could be that the dogs aren't locally possessed.

That there's a remote source

broadcasting the controlling frequency into the dogs.

[growling]

I'm going to run some more tests on our friend here.

But I'm afraid I'm going to have to send you four back out.

Lucky us.

[gasps, then sniffs]

Try to find the source of these broadcasts.

Until then, you might as well clean up the streets.

Round up as many dogs as you can.

We got about 200 more calls after you left.

How are we gonna keep up?

[lighthearted music playing]

[sniffs]

-Whoa! Hey! -[burps]

Oh. [screams]

Thrill of the hunt, my man. More foxes, the better.

Think of it like dating.

Well, if you dated.

-I'm gonna kill him. -Cool with me.

-[dramatic music playing] -[dogs barking, snarling]

[yawns]

[dog growling]

[Kylie yells]

[dog whining, yelping]

[exhales]

[dogs yapping]

[both whimpering]

[dogs barking, snarling]

All these people living in tiny apartments...

[grunts]

Why are all their dogs so big?

[dogs barking]

Did you see? You see? He missed another chick.

The man desperately needs my help.

Did you say "chick"?

Somehow I don't think he needs your help.

Hey, you don't see any rust on my wheels.

Hello? Would you two stop talking about me like I'm not here?

-[ominous music playing] -[dog barking]

[gasps, then yells]

[Roland] Incoming!

[all yell]

A truck?

Group tactics?

This is bad.

They're growing more intelligent, more organized.

[Kylie over radio] Any ideas?

Nothing.

I haven't found a way to cut the puppet strings

or to locate the puppet master.

One minute, the dogs are everywhere, in our face,

and then, suddenly, nothing.

[Egon] What do you mean, "gone"?

I mean disappeared.

Hey. We came, we saw, we kicked ghost-dog butt.

The Ghostbusters are in the house.

Now can we go home?

The calls have stopped coming in on this end too.

Egon, I think you should take a look at this.

Attacks cross-referenced by location.

Oh, my.

[eerie music playing]

[dogs growling]

Whoa. There must be thousands of dogs out there,

just waiting.

For what?

And why would they all concentrate here, in Times Square?

-[growling] -[all gasp]

[all yell]

Oh, bad dog.

[beast growling]

[all gag]

I can barely breathe. This garbage is putrid.

Dogs seem to like it.

I think we found our puppeteer, Egon.

This thing's broadcasting PKE spikes like you can't believe.

Good. Stay on it.

I'll do what I can from here. Keep me posted.

And good luck.

[growling]

[grunting]

Well, whatever it is, it doesn't seem to mind us much.

It seems more interested in all this trash.

I think it's time we change that.

[weapons powering up]

[snarls]

-On three. -[all] Three!

[roaring]

[all yell]

[roaring]

[music turns suspenseful]

[Kylie yells]

[Garrett] Whoa!

Egon! The proton beams didn't even scratch him.

What do we do?

I have no idea.

[all scream]

[suspenseful music playing]

[siren blares]

[growling]

Roland, do one of those sharp turns again.

Eddie, Kylie, quick, do what I do.

[roars]

[all barking]

[yells]

[brakes squeal]

This is not good.

It's a dead end.

[yells]

[all barking, snarling]

[yelps, then gasps]

I'm definitely reconsidering my status as a dog lover.

Egon!

-[dog growling] -[device whirring]

Hmm. Aggressive.

There's got to be a way to pacify these creatures,

at least until we find the puppet masters.

[screaming]

[whimpering]

That's it!

-[groans] -Good work, Slimer.

Huh? [yelps]

Ooh. [grunts]

Come on, Slimer. Put some life into it.

[coughs]

♪ Mi, mi, mi, mi ♪

[Janine barking, snarling]

[yelps]

[screaming]

That should do nicely.

[all barking, snarling]

[ominous music playing]

Anytime now, guys.

[Egon] Hold your walkie-talkie up to the radio.

I'm going to broadcast a signal through your PA.

It should hold the dogs at bay.

Hope this works, Egon.

Ready.

[Slimer screaming on recording, then over PA]

[dogs whimpering]

All right!

[beast growling]

Crank it! Crank it!

[Slimer screaming over PA]

[grunts]

Kylie, no!

[dramatic music playing]

[yelps]

[growling]

[roaring]

[whimpering]

[roaring]

[Kylie exhales]

[music turns calm]

[yips]

[growling]

Look, the kids did it.

Aw. [speaking gibberish]

-[snarling] -[screaming]

Go home. Bad dog.

Go home.

You too. Go home.

-[whimpering] -[Eduardo] Go home. Bad dog.

Who's gonna clean this mess?

Be thankful you don't work for the city.

Ah? You're not so bad now, huh?

Huh? Huh? Tough guy?

Huh? Now what?

It's a gate.

Full interdimensional breach.

[in echoing voice] Where's my dog?

Dog?

Uh, what dog?

I smell him. He was here.

Sister, we all smelled him.

That was part of the problem. But he's moved on now.

I hope you find him. Nice to meet you.

You should post signs. That helps.

-[device beeping] -This is bad, guys.

Off the scales.

What have you done to him?

[ominous music playing]

[growls]

If she's the master...

Then the broadcasts originate from her.

And that means...

She's ecto.

Music to my ears.

On three.

[all] Three!

Dude, that chick can move.

She's impossible.

Now what?

Roland, no!

Ha! You call that fast?

I can beat you with one arm tied behind my back just to make it fair.

[growling]

[music turns heroic]

[screeches]

I was wrong about you, Rollo.

You're a real lady-killer.

[lighthearted music playing]

[yawns]

Uh...

Hey!

Don't even. Not right for him.

Now, her,

she seems more his type.

Not a chance.

Why not?

[woofs]

[screams]

Hey!

[Kylie & Garrett] Ohh.

[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! ♪