All language subtitles for The Real Ghostbusters - 1x13 - Xmas Marks the Spot

This is something strange in the neighborhood.
We don't call. This is something weird

and it don't look good. I ain't afraid of
no ghosts. We don't call. Yeah, let's go!

We now return to the real Ghostbusters.

You sure this is the right
way home? Ask me no

questions and I'll tell
you no lies, Winston.

Terrific. This is the last time we
take a job in upstate New York.

Especially if our client has anything
to say about it after what happened.

I still say it wasn't my fault. I told
her to keep the cat out of my way.

I mean, it's not like the fur
won't grow back or anything.

Forget it, Ray. I guess
we're all just a little bugged

about having to work on
Christmas Eve, right, Peter?

Doesn't bother me.
Christmas is just another day.

Now, this is weird. I
don't remember seeing this

fork in the road on our
way up. Do you, Egon?

No, but given our general
direction and the presumed

location of the
turnpike, I'd say go... left.

You know, I could be
mistaken, but this doesn't

look like a turnpike.
Shall we put it to a vote?

Not now, Peter, okay? Come on,
girl. Just a little further, you can do it.

Come on! I knew I should
have worn my long undies.

What a way to spend Christmas
Eve, eh, Peter? Typical.

Come on, let's see if we
can find a phone somewhere.

What's with him?

He always gets grumpy about
this time of year. Christmas isn't

Peter's favorite season. His father
was always away at Christmas.

That affects you after a while.

It's easier to shrug that off if you
pretend you don't care about Christmas.

And you pretend it long
enough, pretty soon you believe it.

Boy, this thing is steeper than it looks!

I just hope there's
something on the other side.

Whoa! Anybody get the number of that truck?

Hey! Over here! I found civilization!

Wow. Talk about your basic old
neighborhood. This place is ancient.

It's also not on the map,
as far as I can remember.

It's almost like something
out of Victorian England.

Old or not, they've got to have a
phone booth somewhere. Come on.

Is it...

is it ready? Ah, here now, Bob
Cratchit. Have I ever let you down before?

Oh, it's a fine
bird. Truly fine.

I only wish it could be bigger.
There are so many of us.

He's a wonderful dog father.
This will be our best Christmas ever.

Ah, that will, Tim. But it
won't do us any good if we

don't get it home to your
mother in time to cook it.

Thank you so much. Merry Christmas to you.

And to you and yours, Bob.

Hi, my soul, Elizabeth.
Have you ever seen

anyone with as much
joy of living as tiny Tim?

Makes you wish his
father didn't have to work

for that miserable old
miser, Mr. Scrooge.

What the heck was that?

Sounded like it came from over there.

Picking up strong readings from inside.
Right there.

There it goes!

I'm picking up other
presences. Big. Powerful.

They're coming in
at 12 o'clock high.

That Ghostbusters work is never done.

I will not go with you!
Get away from me, spirits! Leave me be!

Don't just stand there, man! Do something!

You think nobody's ever
heard of the word, please?

Young says no!

You do him far more disservice than us!

Release us, or you and old
Christmases to come will pay the price.

Yeah, yeah, we've heard of these four.

No! No! You've got it!
I'm as happy as an angel.

I'm as merry as a schoolboy.

And we're the Ghostbusters.
Well, now that we've

introduced ourselves, can
we use your phone? I'm sorry.

I haven't got a
phone, did you say?

But, oh, gentlemen, you have
my eternal unwavering gratitude.

What you've done here tonight...

Will cost you some pretty big
bucks if you'd like to write out a check.

Money? You charge money for this service?
Why, this is an outrage!

If I'd known it would cost me,
I'd have dealt with it myself.

Why, I can't even be sure
those were real ghosts.

They could have been
tricks, or something I ate.

An undigested bit of beef, a blot of
mustard, a fragment of an underdone potato.

There's more of gravy than
of grave to those ghosts.

We're talking money
and he's talking lunch.

I'd say we were at an
impasse, wouldn't you?

Right! Okay, Egon, let him loose.

No! No! Wait! So be it.

But this I'll pay, and
not a shilling more.

You've got to be kidding! Do you know
how much our services cost? We've got...

Yes, Ray, is this some primitive means
of telling me you'd like a conference?

Wow, look at this, Peter.
It's 1837 and mint condition.

You think it'd been
made yesterday?

On second thought, this'll do.
Have a nice day. Come on, guys.

So, you're not so powerful as I'd thought.

Well, no one interferes with
Ebenezer Scrooge's sleep.

From this day forward, it's war!

Christmas! Bah, humbug!

Unseasonal weather for
December, wouldn't you say?

We've circled back the way we came.

Well, might as well try one more time.
Maybe this time it'll catch.

Well, alright!

Coming, Egon?

I just keep thinking there's
something very familiar

about what happened. As
if it's all happened before.

Oh, well.

Okay, Egon, you go load up the ghosts.
We're gonna get the Christmas tree.

Aren't we, Peter?

Christmas, phooey.

A tree for Christmas? Bah!

But I thought you liked Christmas.
A very odd...

Hi! Merry Christmas!

Bah, humbug!

At least they know how to keep
the Christmas spirit over here.

I love how they always
decorate Fifth Avenue.

A Christmas humbug? By Ebenezer Scrooge.

But that's the guy we helped. That's
impossible. How could we help Scrooge?

Unless we went back in time.

Oh, boy.

That strange disturbance we
encountered when we went over the hill.

It must have been a time slip, a
door to the past. Ebenezer Scrooge.

In those ghosts we
trapped, they must have been

the ghosts of Christmas
past, present, and future.

Well, everyone knows that story.

In 1837, Scrooge defeated the
three Christmas ghosts all by himself.

Since then, Christmas has
been gone, and good riddance.

We went back in time, and by changing
the past, we changed the present.

No problem. We took the ghosts.
All we have to do is put them back, right?

But Egon's about to dump those
ghosts in the containment unit.

Once they're inside,
we'll never get them out.

I don't know. Doesn't seem
like that big a deal if you ask me.

Egon! No! Wait! Those three ghosts, Egon!
Are they... Of course. I just finished now.

Egon, you're sure you can't let those
three loose without letting them all out?

Correct, but why would
we want to? Oh, no.

I can't believe it. We've
really done it this time.

What? What did we do?

We just killed Christmas, Egon.
Christmas is gone! Forever!

We now return to the real Ghostbusters.

Bah humbug! Bah humbug!

Bah humbug of you! Bah humbug you!

Ay, pinhead, bah humbug! Bah humbug!

I'll give you crevice of cookies!

Give me a cup of coffee!

I'll humbug you back!

Okay, so let me get this straight.

One, we went back in time.

Two, we changed history, so Scrooge won.

And three, now no one
celebrates Christmas anymore.

Fascinating.

There's only one solution.

We've got to go back in
time and return the ghosts of

Christmas past, present
and future to Scrooge's place.

Yes. The time slip we passed
through may still be in place.

But we'll have to hurry.
Time is passing on both sides.

Christmas Eve will be over soon.

Question is, how do we open
the way for those three to get out

and not let all the other
ghosts escape? There is a way.

I can Jerry rig a device that will open a
hairline fracture in the containment grid.

But that means getting the ghosts to
the right place at exactly the right time.

Good theory, only how
do we do it? Simple.

I'll go inside the
unit and find them.

Hmm. Pulse seems normal. Are you sure
you haven't hit your head? I don't get it.

I mean, big deal.
Christmas is just another day.

Just another day. Sound familiar, Peter?

I didn't sound like that.
Besides, that was different.

Okay, Egon, you're right.
But we'll all go into the containment unit.

No good. This might not work.
You'll have to go back ahead of me.

If I get the ghosts, I'll
join you at Scrooge's.

And if you don't make
it out, then you three will

have to become the
three ghosts of Christmas.

Why do I get the distinct
feeling I'm not going to enjoy this?

This is going to be very difficult, Janine.
I… I'll need your help.

Alright, Egon. Just as long as you know I'm
doing it for you. And not this c-c-c-c-c-c…

Christmas.

Bah, humbug! Christmas.

Humbug! Fascinating.

This must be the
place. The time slip to

Scrooge's day should
be right over that hill.

I still don't think Scrooge is going to
believe this, guys. I don't even believe it.

Come on, Peter. Have a little
faith, a little Christmas spirit.

Are you kidding? Christmas spirits
got me into this in the first place.

Yeah, and maybe that's
something you ought to think about.

Let's see where to begin.
Yes, that's it. A title.

A Christmas Humbug by Ebenezer Scrooge.
I dare say I like the ring of that.

Okay. Everybody ready?

Yeah, yeah, I'm
as ready as I'll get.

But I want you to know I think
this is not exactly dignified.

Hello? Who's there? Yeah. What are you?
Unhand me. Who do you think you are?

Hey, Jack. I'm Peter.
I mean, I'm the ghost of Christmas past.

That can't be. You were defeated.
I saw it myself. You've changed.

And you're still the same.
Depressing, isn't it?

If you're really the ghost of Christmas
past, where's your aura? Your glow?

Oh, yeah, right. Let's see
where's the switch for the

magnesium flares. Oh, yeah.
You want auras? You get auras.

Very well, spirit. I believe you. What
is it you wish of me? Scrooge, baby.

We're going to do our
version of This Is Your Life.

All right, Janine. Everything's set.

This will be stabilized by
molecular density enough for

me to be put into the
containment unit for one hour.

And if you're not back in one hour,
then I'll be trapped inside permanently.

Now, no matter what happens, keep
this portal open or I'll never get out.

Wish me luck.

Good luck. Come on, Slimer.
Let's watch in the monitor upstairs.

Oh, Egon. Be careful.

Well, how's he doing? Oh, boy.

Spirit, can we not stop
flying now? Not yet.

And don't touch the magic window.
We'll fall. Here. What do you see now?

It's the school I attended.
I grew up there. I was a boy there.

Yes, I remember that
school room all too well.

I spent many Christmases alone there,
my father off on some business or other.

But I survived. My books were my friends.
What more does a boy need? A lot more.

I sure did.

What did you say,
Spirit? Nothing.

No, hang on. We're going
to fly even higher this time.

Which way?

Left! Go left! I mean, go right! Right!

Oh, Slimer, I'm sure he's
never going to get out of there.

Slimer? Never around
when you need him.

Flight's over, Scroogey.
Thank you for flying

Venkman Airlines. Now,
what have you learned?

Oh, I'm dreadfully sorry.
Was I supposed to be learning something?

Were you supposed to? You were
supposed to learn that just because

you had a rotten past, that's
no reason to blame Christmas.

Lots of us had Christmases that
weren't the best. But if you give up, you

just end up denying yourself what you're
so mad about never having had before.

I think maybe that's a lesson
we could all stand to learn.

Well, I suppose.
But I'm not quite convinced yet, Spirit.

Well, then you've got two more chances.

Yes, sir. As soon as I'm
gone, the ghosts of Christmas,

present and future are
going to pay you a little visit.

And there, the workhouses.
Where you said to send the poor.

See them? No, Spirit.

Well, hang around.
We'll swing past again in a second.

Where's Egon? I don't think Scrooge
is going to be convinced by just us.

We can't let Christmas down, Peter.
We can't.

It's no good, Egon. Come back.
The hour's almost over. You'll be trapped.

Got it. There they are.

Hurry, follow me.

Rubble, Janine. I think the other
ghosts here have figured out what's up.

They'll try to beat us to the portal.
We can't let them escape.

Get to the grid device, Janine. Fast!

If they start to come through, turn it on.
Forget about me, but don't let them escape.

Good work, Janine. No time to talk.
Please, inside. It's faster.

The first syllable... it sounds like...
This isn't going to work. We failed.

Not yet.

Look! I got them! I got them!

All right, Egon! Catch!

Duck!

You will be visited this
night by three spirits.

Three more? I'm not sure I can stand it.

The first will come at one, the second
at two, the third will come... whenever.

Now, Ebenezer Scrooge, farewell!

Now, as my brother Christmas Future
might say, let's take it from the top.

Well, did we do okay? Yeah.

You think old Scrooge
will learn his lesson?

Aye. I think you'll learn his lesson, as
I assume you two have learned yours.

That is, of course, why you are here.

Believe me, I have.
I don't think I ever

appreciated Christmas
until I lost it. Honest.

Now, can we go home? Of course.

You had only to ask. Take
hold of my robe. That's it.

How did we...
I mean, we were just at Scrooge's place.

What a way to travel.

Question is, did it work?
Is Christmas back?

I'd say it worked out just fine.

So I propose a toast to Ebenezer
Scrooge and the three ghosts of Christmas.

You know, it's funny.
I always thought all that was just a story.

Makes you wonder what else might be real.

On, Dancer! On, Dancer!
On, Dancer! On, Dancer! On, Flitten!

Nah. Couldn't be. Then again, why not?

Merry Christmas to all!

And to all, a good night!