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Go!

It's freezing.

Help! Help!

That doesn't sound good.

Bike, bike, bike!

So, a photon is checking into a hotel.

Can we not do jokes right now, please?
I feel like I'm gonna puke.

Red light, red light!

The bellhop asks,
"Do you need help with your luggage?"

To which the photon responds,
"No thanks. I'm travelling light."

Wow.

Can we get some air going back here?
It's like a furnace.

No air.

Also no power.

Trev, we need power!

Can you not talk to me like that, please?
I'm 18 now. I'm an adult.

Come on, we're on a job, buddy.

I'm not getting paid.
Are you getting paid?

-No.
-Cool.

Does anyone else feel exploited?

We're all being paid. With memories.

Oh, you're fine.

Actually, guys, I'm fine.
Mom says I'm fine.

Welcome.

Wonderful news from the backseat.
The windows are stuck.

I can open a door.

-No, not during rush hour. No gunner seat.
-No, Pheebs, no. We said!

Gross.

It's the Hell's Kitchen Sewer Dragon.

Hold onto your ass!

-I'm going out.
-Phoebe.

What, Callie?

I'm Mom. You call me Mom.

You call me Gary.
Or whatever you want. I don't care.

-We're gonna lose him.
-Phoebe Spengler, you stay inside this car.

I have a ghost to bust.

-All right. That was cool.
-Gary, come on.

No, I know. I'm sorry.
It's just, the way she said it, it sounded cool.

Get back in here!

I can't hear you
over the nuclear accelerator.

Drop it!

Okay! Maybe a "please"?

I'm sweating bullets.

In pursuit.

Nah. They got it.

These roads are screwed.

-Try driving a ten-ton hearse.
-I have.

-And if you give me the keys, then maybe we--
-Not now, Trevor.

Now! Trevor!

Pop it, Trev!

-I'm out of range.
-On it.

Good luck, Mom!

Come on.

Later, gator.

Got it!

-You got it?
-Yeah! Got it!

Yes! Yes!

Phoebe!

Everyone okay?

Who puts bikes there?

The city ground to a halt today
as a high-speed ghost chase

tore up portions of lower Manhattan.

Honestly, looking at this?
I'm surprised nobody got killed.

We haven't seen the Ghostbusters
cause this much damage

since the Statue of Liberty debacle of 1989.

Last year, descendants of original
Ghostbusters founder, Egon Spengler,

were handed the keys
to the derelict firehouse,

bankrolled by philanthropist
and former Ghostbuster, Winston Zeddemore.

And though it's been decades
since New Yorkers cheered:

"Ghostbusters!"

Break out the new equipment!

The neutrona blaster charged.

Today's question isn't
"Who you gonna call?"

It's "Who's gonna pay for this mess?"

Three lampposts, two parked Priuses,
an entire fleet of rental bikes.

That is a lot of damage.

Yeah, but you can't have a Sewer Dragon
flying around Soho like it's Middle-earth.

You have someone hanging out the side
of a moving vehicle firing a laser gun indiscriminately--

Laser gun? What?
That's a proton pack.

It's a weapon.

A weapon of science.

It's completely safe.

It's not completely safe.
It's a portable proton accelerator.

How old are you?

I'm 18. I'm an adult.

I'm not talking to you. Her.

-15.
-A minor!

We don't let kids become cops.

We don't let them fight fires.

And we certainly
don't let them become Ghostbusters.

-Mr--
-Sir.

I'm sorry.
Mr Mayor, may I approach the bench?

Do you see a robe?
I am not a judge.

Gary.

Look, you don't know
Phoebe Spengler like I do.

I mean, she is something else, this kid.

Honestly, she's more focused,
more accomplished, more capable

than just about any other adult I know.

And what exactly is
your relationship to this minor?

Are you her parent?

I mean...

Labels.

No, I'm her step-teacher.

Mr Grooberson, you are not her father.

You are her employer.

No, we don't pay her.

Sounds like we can add child labour
to our list of violations.

-Gary.
-Yeah.

Maybe she can become
a junior Ghostbuster.

Hand out stickers or something.

As for the rest of you,
I am personally holding you responsible,

and I won't stop until that firehouse
you call a home is a pile of bricks.

Mom? The ceiling's leaking again.

Sounds like a fun mystery
for a boy detective.

Yeah. The Mystery of the Black Mould.
Super fun mystery.

And you're gone.
Awesome. Awesome.

Flight suit.

It's not fair.

Maybe you can spend the next few years
being an actual teenager.

Well, if this was the 18th century

then I'd already be a part of the workforce
and I'd have four kids.

Aw. So I'd be a grandmother.

No. You would be dead.

So sweet. A ghost grandma.

Ooh, tacos!

-Hey, look what I found for movie night.
-Is that family friendly?

I hope not.

It's about a family.
A family that eats people.

-They're sisters.
-Trap.

-I'm gonna take this to the labour board.
-On what grounds?

I'm a Ghostbuster.
I saved the world.

Well, I like to think
we saved the world.

Hey, would you watch my beans?

You were a possessed canine.

Ghost Dog!

This is insane!

They got into the snacks again!

So you're gonna make me wait till I'm 18?

Aw, it's just three years.
Be young. Live a little.

This is the time in your life when it's okay
to screw up. Make some mistakes.

You have the rest of your life
to be a Ghostbuster.

Well, three years is
nothing for you guys.

It's a tiny, negligible percentage
of your lifespan.

-She means we're old.
-Yeah, I got that.

You're not the only Spengler here,
you know.

Okay, well, this is my calling.
You just, like, decided to be a Ghostbuster.

So did I.

I mean, I was studying
earthquakes in Oklahoma.

Then I went to dinner with your mom
and we turned into dogs.

And fulfilled an ancient prophecy that
almost brought about the end of the world.

Now that's a first date.

-We both got some action.
-Yeah, we did.

Okay, gross.

For you, I get it, you're a scientist.

But I-- But she's just...

Choose your next words very carefully.

-I didn't think she even knew those words.
-You could have backed me up.

It's great you're their buddy,
but sometimes you need to be an asshole.

-Well, is that really my place?
-I hope so.

You know, I wanna
be more than just their buddy.

I just don't know what's allowed.

Permission granted.

Okay. Great.

Although I gotta warn ya.
I mean, I can be scary.

Yeah, you're a monster.

You have no i--

Don't look at me that way.

You laugh--?

Hey, you laughing in my face?!

I'm so sorry. That was really bad.
I scare myself sometimes.

I'll be nice to you.

I'll just be an asshole to your kids.

That's what I want.

All right, who's hungry?

Is the containment unit okay?

Come on, there's always room
for one more ghost.

When the light is green...

Come on!

When the light is green...

The trap is clean.

We're rolling in three, two...

one.

Greetings, ethereal beings,
sub-human entities

and spectral forms
from the great beyond.

And any living humans
who may be watching.

Welcome to Repossessed.

The show where we measure
the spiritual energy of everyday objects.

I'm your host, Dr Raymond Stantz.

My young producer-intern

reminds me to ask you
that if you like what you see here,

please push "like"

and "subscribe."

Now, who do we have here?

I brought my late husband Harold's watch.

He wore it every day.

And now when I walk in the room...

it beeps!

Well, any object that's been exposed
to a deep emotional experience

can bind a spirit.

I see.

An organic ghost trap, if you will.

The stronger the experience,
or even trauma, the more powerful the trap.

The way we detect this energy
is with one of these babies.

Oh, thank you.

If there's anything there,
this item will detect it.

Harold.

Beep for the nice man.

Are you gettin' anything?

I'm sorry, ma'am,

but it seems that your dearly departed spirit
has left this earthly dimension.

Sorry, lady.
The hammer gets the views.

He was gone anyway.

Next!

Hey, Dr Ray.

-Phoebe!
-Hot one.

Yeah. Here's the sample
of mood slime you requested.

Put it downstairs.

Here, I'll show you.

-So, you're, like, sleeping down here?
-Yeah.

Normally Ray rents this place
to Norwegian ghost hunting clubs on Booking.com.

And I just got lucky.

It sure beats another boring summer
in Dorklahoma.

So, catch anything crazy lately?

Anything try to bite your arm off
like Class 5, Class 7?

No, I've been benched.

Hold on.

I told my parents
I was at Space Camp.

We are go for launch.

15, 14, 13...

Hi. Hi!

--orbit! I'll talk to you guys later.
Love you. Bye!

Yeah.

-What are you doing?
-It's a nightmare.

Ray smuggled them back
from Summerville.

I'm pretty sure they're mating.

It's...

disgusting.

That's...odd.

You the weird guy
who buys strange old things?

Yeah, correct on both counts.

Buddy, you just hit the jackpot.

This is all stuff
from my grandmother's.

And it was passed down to her
so it's like ancient-ancient.

Was she a believer?

Well, she believed a lot of demented
and superstitious stuff, if that's what you mean.

My kinda gal.

I've learned it's always best
to knock every piece of wood

and throw a coin into every fountain.
Ya just never know.

Well, I think you
lose a lot of coins that way.

-That's interesting stuff.
-It sure is.

Thirty for the whole lot?

This one's nice.

The glyphs on this...

Oh, yeah. The glyph one.

You know your stuff, man.
That's the special piece in there.

Actually, it's in there by mistake.
I can't part with it.

For less than 50 bucks.

Mezzo-Arabic?

Yeah. Mezzo-Arabic.

Very unique.

Sixty.

These kinds of brass objects
were used to trap evil spirits.

Oh, you think
there's something inside it?

No clue.

If there is something trapped in here,
you can bet it's for a good reason.

Definitely.

I'm gonna take a PKE reading.

A psycho-kinetic energy meter.

May I do that?

Thank you for asking.
So many places do that without asking.

Instant reaction.

Whoa. Whoa.

Are you above the subway line?

Off-the-chart telekinetic energy!

Full-bore convective spatter!

You took the words
right out of my mouth.

I'll take the works.

Sorry, I don't have change.

Are you okay?

You're okay. Okay.

I'm telling ya, I mean this...

This wasn't here before.
It shook the whole place.

Has anyone ever emptied
this containment unit?

Where, Gary? The East River?

So you've just been stuffing ghosts
in there since 1984?

That's the idea.

All right.
Well, maybe not the best idea.

I'll let Winston's engineers
know about this.

By the way, about Winston's engineers.
Who are they?

Oh, that's not for me to say.

But what are they working on?

Is it super-secret
underground ghostbusting stuff?

That's right, Gary.

Super-secret
underground ghostbusting stuff.

I knew it.

Mom!

Mom. There's something in the attic.

You're an adult, right?

Yeah.

Then why don't you take care of it.

Okay. Yeah, sure. I will.

I will take care of it.

Do that right now.

You picked the wrong house, bro.

What the actual hell?

No! No! No!

Yeah.

-Be safe.
-Okay. Thanks.

Where do you think you're going?

-You're seriously not taking me?
-Don't look at him.

I, er...

-Thanks for the support.
-Sorry.

-What happened to you?
-It's nothing. I can handle it.

-Did you shower or is that product?
-I'm a Ghostbuster.

Ha-ha, very funny.

Boo.

Oh.

Hey.

You know I'm a ghost, right?

Kinda figured when the chess pieces
started moving on their own.

And you're not...

terrified of me?

No. Should I be?

I just think it's kinda weird.
I mean, usually people run by now.

-I can leave if you want.
-I'm not saying you have to go.

If you wanna float away again
I can pretend that I'm scared.

I'm not saying--

Still weird.

Nice flames, by the way.

Thanks. Yeah, I burned alive
in a horrifying tenement fire.

Guess you're lucky that you're not all crispy.

I died before my face melted off.

That's a bonus.

Checkmate.

What? I don't understand.

I can tell.

Hey, don't take it too hard.

I've had a lot of time to practise.

So, got a name?

Phoebe.

I'm Melody.

-Cool name.
-Thanks.

-It was a family name.
-I was being sarcastic.

I like you.

What's the worst part
about being a ghost?

I'll be 16 for the rest of eternity.

Yikes. No matter what?

Unless...

I complete my unfinished business.

Then what is the best part?

Doing this.

Do you mind just...?

Yeah.

So you're one of Winston's guys, huh?

Gary.

Sorry.
Does that help you hear the ghosts?

Oh, what helps me
listen to the ghosts is silence.

Sorry.

Is something trying to get out?

Many things.

Is this my dad's handwriting?

His design.

The containment unit
is essentially a large ghost trap.

That was Egon Spengler's great vision.

An articulated stream of protons
that could stabilise the particles of a ghost.

-Are you following this?
-Yeah, of course I am.

After 40 years
of compiling spiritual waste...

You ran out of space.

Didn't anybody see this coming?

It was the '80s.
Nobody was too worried about the future.

And then this happened.

This momentary burst of spiritual energy
created a rift.

It's a potential gateway
to the other side.

The other side?

Are we talking about...?

I don't know what we're talking about.
That's what scares me.

Look, we didn't just buy the firehouse
for nostalgia.

This building is the finger in the dam.

It's the fortification between
everything we do and don't understand.

We have to protect it.

Okay, so the ghost compactor broke.

Can't you guys just build a new one?

What do you mean?

What do you mean, what do you mean?

Don't they know?

We already have.

While you've been out busting ghosts,
my engineers have been thinking about our future.

Once upon a time,
this was the Triborough Aquarium.

Most recently it's been more
of a squatter's paradise and rave venue.

Welcome to the Paranormal Research Centre.

Ghostbusting asks a lot of questions.

And now we have a place
to find the answers.

We have a parabotanist.

We even have a paramusicologist.

Hey, Lucky!

Lucky!

Trevor?

Hey! You're here!

When you said you were interning
I didn't know you'd be blowing stuff away with lasers.

I know, right? Just a little upgrade.

And, of course, you all know Lars,
our resident parabiologist.

Oh, no way! I used to have one of these.

Mind your fingers.

It's possessed by an evil Spin Doctors CD.

Ray Stantz has generously provided us

with a collection of spirit-loaded items.

So everything in this place is haunted?

Indeed.

Look, here's a rare find.

This grandfather clock is inhabited
by the spirit of an actual grandfather.

Any emotionally charged object
can contain a ghost...

as long as it's experienced
some sort of horrific event.

By exciting the atoms, we're able to create
a fluid moment of chemical transition.

Then we simply lock onto the spirit...

...extract it from its host object...

...and then lovingly deposit it
into our second chamber...

so it can be properly disposed of.

Have you made any attempts
on living possession?

Oh, we're still tweaking.

Now, I didn't want to show it
until it was ready.

But this is what I brought you here to see.

Our new containment unit,

based on Egon's original design.

It can spin the equivalent
of 50 million cubic hectares

of plasmic confinement.

A psychic jail
as big as the American West.

"Home on the Strange."

Where the spectres and entities play.

Where the, erm, thing--

How long would it take to move the ghosts
from the firehouse to here?

If we went trap by trap on regular shifts

it could take anywhere
between three to seven years.

Oh, so soonish.

Oh, I almost forgot.

We don't exactly know what it is,
but it broke the PKE meter.

Good luck extracting whatever's inside it.

-Fun.
-Yeah, we're still workshopping names.

I personally like "The Little Ball of Hate"
or "Devil's Testicle."

Thank you, Podcast.

Yeah. You're welcome.

What's in here?

Wait, do you keep ghosts
just hanging out in here?

We spent a long time trapping them.
Now we can study them.

Why don't they escape?

Barrier of proton fields.

Precisely. It's the same technology
as in your packs.

We use it in all the enclosures.

-He's cute.
-Yeah.

Hey, buddy.

Now this one is the most threatening pest
in the whole complex.

Possessor.

This spry little weasel can occupy
any inanimate matter it wants.

Extremely dangerous.

Hey.

You're good.

Pheebs. Am I doing something wrong?

It's not working.

Can you help me?

The cyclotron isn't cycling.

Can you help me out?

Whoa!

You fixed it.

Literally just unplugged.

I know it sucks right now. I do.

But it's just temporary.

And time flies by. I promise you.
I should know.

Two years ago I was in Oklahoma,
and now I'm here.

With a proton pack.

I was your science teacher,
and now I'm...

Well, now I'm...

And I'm your...

We got a call downtown.

Trev, let's go!

I'm sorry.

Hello? Anybody there?

Ghostbusters.

Oh good.
We need someone right away.

All right.

We're back, baby.
Ghostbusters are back.

Back in the big city.
Back in the Big Apple.

Gonna take a bite
out of the Big Apple.

Phoebe, Podcast.
Podcast and Phoebe.

Can't keep us apart.
Dynamic duo.

What're we catching tonight?

Can't play right now.

I know you see me working.

If you're good,
later on you'll get a tennis ball.

Let's see what you've got in you.

Something wrong?

I think it's fighting extraction.

Not for this long.

Okay. Small thing.

Just need to wait for the generators
to warm back up.

Until then...

the proton fields are down.

Okay.

Do you hear that?

Lars.

Why haven't the ghosts escaped yet?

Okay, we need to shut that thing up.

This is the place.

Yep.

They better have baklava.

Hi.

You here for the ghost?

Boo.

Phoebe?

-Blast it.
-"It"?

-Phoebe, what are you doing?
-Who's the third wheel?

Why are you just standing there? Fire!

What are you doing?!

You missed!

If... I have great aim.

Cool.

If I wanted to hit you, then I would have.
But I didn't.

Right.

If it makes you feel better, I guess.

Yeah, I just feel,
like, a warm rush of relief.

Whew.

So...

Do you wanna hang out?

You're inviting me in?

Sure. Yeah.

You're inviting me inside
your ghost extermination headquarters?

Yeah, no, it's fine.

I see how that could be weird.
It's cool. You don't have to...

Nice digs.

You can transapparate?

Oh, is that what I just did?

Yeah, I do that.

How do you touch the chess pieces if...?

Basically I exist on an entirely different
dimensional plane. You wouldn't get it.

I get it. I love dimensional planes.

I've always wanted
to visit a different dimensional plane.

I don't know why I said that.

So, like, is the rest of this place
this cool or...?

That's our car.

And this is my locker.

That's my name.

Oh, that's where we--

I know what this is.

Have you ever wondered what happens...

when we're all done here?

I mean, I've seen it.

Yeah, it's really beautiful, actually.

I mean, your particles
start to lose their bonds

and float off into space.

Then what?

Quantum physics suggests that we become a part of
the fabric of the universe.

Do you believe that?

I believe in quantum physics.

Duh.

Sounds cool.

Maybe I'll be able
to check it out someday.

When you cross to the other side?

Yeah.

That's where my family is.

Why can't you join them?

If I knew, I'd already be there.

Is that your object?

My what?

It's like an emotionally charged anchor
that keeps us tethered to this world.

Well, the last match
burned my family alive, so...

Yeah, well, that'll do it.

No, it was an accident.

Oh, I--

I used to think these matches
were some sort of key to moving on,

but I've gotten used to the idea
that I'm not going anywhere.

-I'm sorry.
-Pheebs?

You okay down there?

I'll be right up.

I'm going as fast as I can.

Does it have to be her?

I understand.

Hey, pal.

Got some Cheetos for you.

You can come on out.

I'm only gonna shoot you in the face.

Come on.

That's it.

The hell?

-Phoebe. You okay?
-Yeah.

Basement. Now.

Can you explain this?

No, I can't.

Cool.

Empirically.

Approaching the mythically cold temperature
of absolute zero,

the degree at which all particles stop.

Zero Kelvin.

The suspension of life itself.
Exquisite.

And if you like that...

you're gonna love this.

Ever since you brought in this lethal snow cone,
the other ghosts have been acting peculiar.

We think it's communicating.

So the orb's kind of chatty?

Not the orb itself
but whatever lies within it.

We think it's commanding the other ghosts
with some sort of mind control.

All right.

Wow.

Extreme thermodynamic exudations,

thought transference...

This little cutie gets out,
no telling how dangerous it could be.

Where the hell did you guys get this thing?

Hey, man.

Hey.

Are you Nadeem Razmaadi?

Maybe.

Did you recently sell
a collection of family artefacts to Ray Stantz?

-That money's gone.
-Wait.

We're not looking for a refund.

Come on in.

I got a bunch of other stuff for sale.
I am a licensed third-party reseller of sneakers.

-What's your shoe size, my man?
-10.

I don't have any 10s.
Can you squeeze into an 8?

No, probably not.

Is this your bachelor pad?

This was my dadi's place.
My grandmother's.

Nipple stuff. Iconic.

Oh yeah. That was my dadi's favourite painting.
I can't really part with it.

What's your offer?

What was your grandmother's deal?

We weren't really that close.
She said I was unambitious.

But, really, who's the brave one, huh?

The brother who goes to engineering school

or the one who forges ahead
with no education or future prospects?

The second one.

-Right?
-Yes, absolutely.

-I think that all the time.
-Me too. I also think that all the time.

We're curious about a particular object.

Brass orb. Hurts when touched.

Oh yeah, that came
from my grandmother's special back room

where she keeps all the really good stuff.

But I'm not supposed
to take anybody back there, so...

Whoa.

Nice sex dungeon. Okay, dadi.

Not a sex dungeon.
Would a sex dungeon have these chains?

Yeah, definitely.

As soon as I said it,
I realised it would.

Seriously, what did she do in here?

I don't know. I found this room after she died
while I was looking for some Pop-Tarts.

All this stuff is for sale too, by the way.

Is this brass or copper, Lars?

Brass.
Once believed to be a magical alloy.

There are countless tales of demons
trapped in brass urns and lamps,

going all the way back
to the time of Solomon.

Sick outfit.

Whoa. You guys hear that?

No echo, no anything.
It's like a dead room in here.

So she could be as loud as she wanted.

Ah, nice.

Please stop making sex jokes
about my recently deceased grandmother.

The brass orb.
It was always kept in here?

Far as I know.

Is it possible she wanted to keep it quiet?

What does that mean?

It means you're coming with us.

Dr Ray?

Yes, Phoebe?

I think that somebody left a rotting carrot
on one of your shelves.

Oh, that's a human pinkie.

Picked that up at the old state hospital
for the criminally insane in Pennsylvania.

Haunted.

And we had no equipment back then.

Actually...

I had a question I wanted to ask you.

Have you ever...

wondered what it would be like
to be a ghost?

Every day of my life, dear.

Really?

Sure, I mean...

How I would materialise?
What's that feel like?

Would it be some kind
of a visual manifestation?

I mean, if something's--

What is that?

Oh, I was just watching
a video I shot of the orb.

I think the audio's corrupted or something.
It's so weird.

Here.

Check it out.

Ancient verbiage...

Yeah, but what language?

A dead one.

I know a guy who could help us.

But...

Should we...

investigate?

We could.

Aren't you benched?

Aren't you retired?

You gonna take that from her?

Hold still.

What's this?

It's just a garden-variety test:

Are You...

a Human?

You should be able to pass it easily

unless you are possessed
by a cross-dimensional beast.

Right, just a couple human beings
having a conversation,

one of them has a pasta pot
strapped to his head.

Let's start off with a layup. 'Kay?

Puppies.

Love them...

or kill them?

I love them?

That's one correct.

Okay!

Great. Yes, but that was very easy.

Have you ever experienced déjà vu?

No.

Have you ever experienced...

Déjà vu?

That's pretty good.

Ow!

What was that?

Don't throw any more pens at me, dude.

That made you angry, did it?

Yeah, it made me angry, did it.

Hypothetical:

You're about to devour a small child.

Would you prefer skin on or skinless?

Okay. This interview is over.
I'm not gonna answer that.

Refuse to answer that one?

No, no. I'm not refusing.
I'll do it. I'll do it.

Is it a human child?

Are there other kinds of children?

Are you thinking of a specific child?
Is this child related to me?

-Would that be necessary?
-No, it's not necessary!

You're the one who brought it up!
I don't wanna eat any--

I told you to stop throwing pens at me.

I'm sorry.
It's a perfectly normal reaction.

Don't! Okay. Okay.

Human children?! What?!

What are you staring at?!

Did I pass?

Dr Stantz, I don't think
that this is a legal parking space.

Ah, they know me here.

Did you know these two regal kittens
actually have names?

You have Patience and Fortitude.

Dr Stantz. No, you are forbidden
from coming within 50 feet of this library.

Good to see you, buddy.
Been a long time, huh?

Hi.

Excuse us.

It's not Essenic, it's not Chaldean.

It ain't French.

This is pre-Sumerian.
This is pre-Sanskrit.

Well, what does it mean?

Five people in the world
can understand these words.

Which means my colleague
Dr Jahangiri put you up to this.

Jahangiri's already dead.

-What?!
-No.

Your colleague's fine.

Sorry.

What the fudge is wrong with you?

Listen.

This language has been dead for thousands
of years. How did you get this recording?

Do you believe in spiritual inhabitation?

Spectral possession?

Look, there's a reason
I'm down here in the basement.

I'm the library folklorist. I'm also the tristate
treasurer of the H.P. Lovecraft Society.

So, do I believe in spirits?
Yes, I believe in spirits.

I believe in self-winding clocks
and the singing cheeses of Copenhagen.

Please continue.

All right. The ancient chants you heard
came from this mysterious object.

It's about the size of a bocce ball.

Come with me to the library.

Are we not in the library?

Upstairs is just for show.

Gilded research rooms where struggling actors
can Twitch stream and buy crypto.

The old library is below.

Welcome to the old library.

Whoa.

That object of yours...

its last recorded sighting...

...wasn't photographed...

and it wasn't painted.

It was carved in stone.

Whoa.

Recognise anything?

There's your orb.

What is it?

No, the better question is:
What's inside of it?

What's inside of it?

Excellent question!

Probably sand.

But if you believe the folklore...

and I always believe the folklore...

that orb is a magical prison

for a phantom god called Garraka.

See, 4000 years ago,

Garraka served a bloodthirsty king
called Samudari.

You know,
from the Battle of the Seven Armies, etc., etc.

After Garraka helped conquer
half of Central Asia,

the king grew suspicious
of his ambitions.

Garraka was captured,
branded, broken and disfigured.

His horns, the source of his greatest strength,
were, like, ripped off his head.

It's nasty stuff.

I love it. No notes.

But Garraka didn't take too kindly to that
and went on a bit of a murder bender.

His plan was to raise
an army of the undead

and wage war on humanity
by channelling fear into a weapon:

Kusharit Umoti.

The Death Chill.

The power to kill by fear itself.

A cold shiver runs down your spine.

Your veins turn to rivers of ice.

Your bones crack.

Your lungs cave.

And the last thing you see...

is your own tear ducts freezing up.

It's so cool!

Anyhoo, before Garraka could
collapse the collective bronchial tubes

of greater South Asia,

he finally met his match.

His icy spell was shattered

by a roving band
of mythical spirit catchers

called the Firemasters

who used fire and brass
to trap the evil god inside of an orb.

The very orb you now possess.

Kind of like Ghostbusters.

Yeah.

If you're willing to entertain
a little historical gossip...

These are wax cylinders.

Nineteenth century audio recordings.

Our collection is bonkers! Here.

Mary Todd Lincoln using the F-word.

Apparently she saw a moth.

But the one I think
you'll be most interested in is...

this one.

See, back in the Gilded Age
of our fair metropolis,

there was this group of rich assholes
called the Manhattan Adventurers Society.

They would steal relics and artefacts,

they'd get together, they'd enjoy them
with their Beaujolais and a couple of hookers.

Real colonial lootfest kind of stuff.

Anyway, one night,
they took out a particularly rare relic:

The Orb of Garraka.

And then...

they played this chant,

which opened the orb.

For the first time in New York history...

a room full of people froze to death...

in the middle of July.

It's the Possessor!

He's got the chant! Stop him!

Stop that bag!

Excuse us!

-Move, move, move!
-No running!

Go left!

Get it! Keep your eyes on it!

Excuse me.

Coming through!

What the hell was that?

Possessor ghost.
Master of concealment and disguise.

Now it'll be impossible to find.

Oh, there it is.

Well, that's a close one.

We don't want that gettin' away.

Give me a boost, will ya?

Okay. I got ya.

Dr Ray!

The bike! Push the button!

-Press the button!
-There's too many buttons!!

Come on!

Yes!

-Podcast, do something!
-I'm trying!

Come on!

Hurry up! Push the button!

Your hands where we can see 'em!

Step forward!

The lions, Phoebe.

They're iconic. People love them.

They make kids want to visit the library.

Do you know how hard it is
to get kids to visit the library?

I love the library.

Then why did you shoot Fortitude
in the face?

-I was doing my job.
-You don't have a job!

Magnifique!

My compliments to the chef.

As far as fiascos go,
this was just dynamite.

One would think, though, you'd have a little more
respect for the public library,

you being such a bookworm.

Why don't you just back off.

I just want to thank her.

For what?

For 40 years I've been waiting
to say these words:

The Ghostbusters are finished.

Your firehouse has been condemned.

Your packs are in a police lock-up.
They'll be melted down for scrap by morning.

-Just wait until I get a hold of your car.
-Now just hold on here.

The last time you tried to shut us down,
you created a crossrip into another dimension.

Watch out, kiddo.

That sounds a lot like slander.

That's a crime punishable
with time in prison.

So let me ask you, Miss Spengler,
are you going to behave...

or do I need to have you arrested?

Well. We really thought
you were gonna choose behave.

Sure, I get it. You're upset.

Can we just get to the part
where you ground me and move on.

Oh, you're not grounded.
You're fired.

Honestly, if you weren't a Spengler,
you'd be answering our phones.

-Excuse me?
-Don't talk to her like that.

Are you serious?

I'm very serious. She's your mom.

Being a Spengler doesn't make you a genius.
It just makes you a part of this family.

Are you even a part of this family?

-Phoebe.
-No, it's--

I get it. Fair enough.

But maybe if you weren't being so selfish
you might notice

that your mom, your brother and I
have been doing everything to try and protect you.

So, wake up!

Sucks, doesn't it?

-What the hell were you thinking?
-You don't get it. There was a wax cylinder.

You do realise what kind of trouble
you got yourself into today?

The gramophone handle
was turning by itself.

Ray, shut up! Shut up.

Ray.

Jeez...

We're too old for this.

Zedd, I don't know what our age
has to do with this.

There was a chanting coming out of that cylinder.
It's a trigger, it's a catalyst--

You could have got yourself hurt.

You could have got those kids hurt.

Jeez, Ray.

Take a vacation, okay?
Go visit some old ruins or something.

I don't know, sit your ass on a beach somewhere.
A little colour wouldn't kill ya.

Ray.

This is supposed to be our golden years.

Winston.

This is the way
I wanna spend my golden years.

This is what I love.

I know.

I know. Me too.

But you need to find a new way
to do the things you love

before it kills you.

Pheebs.

Oh, man.

They stole our gear.

"Civil forfeiture,"
I believe is the terminology.

Stop it! Fire pole?

Oh yeah, you really gotta
try that thing, dude.

Who is he?

I'm Nadeem. I'm a potential deep well
of psychokinetic energy

and quite possibly possessed.

Can I try the fire pole?

Yeah. Knock your socks off.

Is this the last night in the firehouse?

I don't know.

Hey.

So this is it, huh?

I'm used to being on the move.
I'm good at it.

I don't know.

I'd kind of like to stay
and fight for this place.

It's not our place.

Of course it is.

We can't leave.

I mean...

If there's something strange
in the neighbourhood...

Who are they gonna call?

If there's something weird
and it don't look good...

-Who you gonna call?
-Ghostbusters.

What? I'm sorry, what was that?

-Ghostbusters.
-Ghostbusters!

This is the home of the Ghostbusters.

We're the Ghostbusters.

Can I tell you something else?

It's important.

What?

-Busting makes me feel good.
-No.

-It makes...
-Get out.

Holy crap. This place is trashed.

I'm trying to get a reading in here. Please.

What happened here?

Such a disaster.
What have you done?

This is a very sensitive area.

It is freezing.

Yeah, well,
maybe it wouldn't be freezing

if a certain someone had left his grandmother's
orb in her room where it belongs.

Wait, I'm confused.

You're saying this is my fault.

Here's the deal.

Your grandmother was guardian of the orb,
the last line of defence against Garraka.

Now it's your turn.

You are the Firemaster.

Ooh, that's dramatic. I like that.

It's not a joke, man.

For thousands of years,

your family has selflessly guarded the world
from an unimaginable evil.

Now, either she didn't tell you about it
or you weren't listening.

Could've been either.
We had a complicated relationship.

Instead you come into my shop,

try to sell your heritage,
your birthright, for 50 bucks.

You should be ashamed of yourself.

Who are yo--? Who's that?

You are the Firemaster.

It's time for you
to claim your destiny, son.

Light the candle.

I think we both know that's impossible.

Son, I stopped believing in that word
a long time ago.

What if you were humanity's last hope?

Dude, I've never been anyone's only hope.

I went to senior prom
as a backup for someone's brother.

You may not choose to believe it,

but there are many stories of people
with inexplicable gifts, going back aeons.

The strength of Samson.
The speed of Achilles.

Perfect pitch.
Sick dance moves.

Even pyrokinesis.

So...

light the candle.

Light the candle?

Just like that?

I just do that--?

What?

Indus literature speaks of a sacred fire,
a smokeless flame,

like the kind Moses saw on Mount Horeb
when he encountered the burning bush.

Like the kind the demon djinn
brought forth from the seven Earths,

that flowed through the hair of Sanbo Kojin,
the Japanese god of the hearth.

That same sacred power
exists in your fingertips.

Wow.

Light the candle.

It's his first time.

I think we're all going to die.

Phoebe?

Can I come in?

I just wanted to talk to you
about what happened at the police station.

Because I know that was rough.

But, you know, life is rough.
Life is unpredictable and crazy and...

Doors close, friends change.

But...

But family...

is the one thing
that's there no matter what.

You know?

Sometimes they're not
even your actual blood relatives.

They're the people
that remind you you have a home.

Anyway...

I think you're great.

I think you're really great.

I'm really glad we had this talk.

I don't know.
Every time I do what I think is right,

they just come down on me
like I'm screwing everything up.

-That's ridiculous.
-I know.

What?

It just sucks that the only person
who gets me is...

a ghost.

Yeah. It's too bad we exist
on different dimensional planes.

Separated by quantum physics.

It's always something.

I mean...

there is a way for me
to be a ghost for a bit.

But it's experimental.

And you wouldn't wanna risk it.

It's not lethal.

That's a plus.

It just requires a little bit
of light breaking and entering

and some advanced science.

I mean, I wouldn't wanna
get you into any more trouble.

What else can they do to me?

What is that thing?

It's an ionic separator.

It'll allow us to temporarily exist
on the same dimensional plane.

My spirit will be separated from my body
for only two minutes.

Then I'll regain consciousness.

Boo.

What's wrong?

I'm sorry.

For what?

A human voice is the key.

But Garraka can't control humans.

Only ghosts.

And now he can control you.

Garraka's the only one
that can open the door to the other side.

It's my only chance.

My only chance to see my family again.

Maybe one day you'll understand.

Your world will shatter.

Bones and ice.

My empire will rise.

Hey, asshole.

Lucky!

-Phoebe?
-Over here.

Phoebe. Are you okay?

She ghost-walked.
Her spirit separated from her body.

Oh my God, you're freezing.

-I'm sorry.
-I tried to stop it. I couldn't.

You're okay. That's all that matters.

-We're in trouble.
-No. You're not in trouble.

She's right.

We're all in big trouble.

Yeah, just give me a minute.
Just finishing this up.

I'll be right with you.

Are you the Firemaster?

Yeah, man, read the damn sign.

I love that.

What is that?

Should we call this one in?

Yeah, call this one in.

Taxi!

It's okay if you guys hate me.

We don't hate you.
We were worried about you.

We didn't know where you were.
You could've been killed.

I trusted somebody that I shouldn't have.

I just feel stupid.

It's okay to feel stupid.

Some of the smartest people I know
are morons.

And I told you to make mistakes.

Yeah, not release a monstrous deity.

Maybe next time get a tattoo.

Or try shoplifting.
Hey, that'd be fun.

Yeah. Okay.

Hey.

Are you ready to be a Spengler again?

Good. 'Cause we need you.

Yeah.

-Phoebe.
-How did Garraka get out?

It doesn't matter. It's coming right for us,
and it's really bad out there.

Who's coming right for us?

Typical manifestation of evil.
Ender of worlds. That kind of thing.

Garraka's coming for the containment unit to
recruit every ghost in the tank we've ever caught.

We can't allow that to happen.
He'll have a veritable army of ghosts.

Army of ghosts?

Guys, it's okay. We're fine.
Look, we're good. Calm down.

We have the Firemaster.

Do the thing.

This is really great.
You're gonna love it.

Just like we practised.

Yes!

Great.

Where are our proton packs?

The new packs.

Suit up.

Get to the roof, all right?

Just shoot anything that looks terrifying.

But I already threw a proton stream
at that thing. It didn't even flinch.

How is that possible?

It's an ancient god from another dimension.
Who's to know its atomic composition?

-Dr Ray?
-Yeah.

Copper can conduct an electrical field
like the one in our colliders.

Yeah, but there's no copper left
in the firehouse.

Stripped by vagrants in the '90s.

Well, then what about brass?

Brass...

Especially if it's psychically charged.

Our proton packs use nickel and zinc
as primary drivers for spectral agitation.

But Garraka is different.

The ancient ghost trappers
used brass to trap him.

If I brass-plate
the components on my pack...

it could give us a chance.

Switch me on.

Wow, he managed
a faster decay of split time

and narrowed the stream intensification.

Terrific new improvements.

Let's get to work.

Here we go.

Can I be of any help?

-Son of a bitch.
-Venkman.

Ya gotta be kidding me.

Home sweet home.

Melnitz in uniform.

Lookin' sporty.

Courage, anyone?

Oh, no, no. I don't like that.

What do you see up there?

A trike. Tell them it's a trike.

A what?

A kid's tricycle
rolling down the street on its own.

-No, no. Possessor. Possessor.
-You need to get down here now.

Yeah.

What's going on?

Oh, it's really bad.
The world's ending. Do not go up there.

-How's it going?
-Oh, terrible.

Okay, well, just keep practising, man.
We got your back.

Could one of the adults
also come and help?

It's possessed!

Run!

Oh my God.

Gave me the fright of my life.
I thought you were one of the big, scary ones.

How'd you get all the way up here?

Ooh, paper.

That's random.

Lucky! Lucky, are you okay?

Oh shit.

Trevor!

You're doing it!

This is awesome!

I know that guy!

I am a god.

Where's Phoebe?

Good luck.

So was any of it real?

Yeah, I actually did beat you at chess.

I never wanted to hurt you.
I just wanted to see my family again.

Well, my family's up there now.

We still have time to stop this.

It's too late.

He's here.

Phoebe?

Phoebe!

Heads up.

Tall, dark and horny at 12 o'clock.

Garraka can't help you move on.

You have to do that yourself.

Don't let him get to the basement!

How?

Well, being nice didn't work.

Let's try this.

Light 'em up!

I tried to tell you guys
our throwers are useless.

Hold on, hold on, hold on.

Okay.

Look, dude.

I'm probably your worst nightmare.

Okay. Okay, look.

Real talk, man-to...

whatever.

I don't wanna hurt you.

Okay? So how about we call this even?
We each go our separate ways.

I go back to Queens,
you go back to Narnia.

You are no Firemaster.

Me? No, I'm not the Firemaster.

I'm just Nadeem.

And let the record show,
I gave you a chance.

Dude, did you use all the lighter fluid?

You told me to practise.

Does anyone have a light?

I quit smoking in the '90s.

Proud of you then, proud of you now.

No, no, no. Wait, wait.

Look out!

Bye, Phoebe.

Phoebe!

They're pinning him.
We can trap him now.

No!

We're gonna need a bigger trap.

It's right there.

Garraka's let all the spirits out.

Peter, do you know what this means?
You know what we could do?

Ray, pretend I don't.

If we neutralise the mass-energy
to density to reduce criticality,

it will force the tank
to reprime itself and reverse--

Just do it! We all trust you.

I can't hold him much longer!

Come on!

Little help.

Golden years?

Golden years!

When the light is green...

The whole world is clean.

I knew you had one more dance in ya.

Yes!

You're toast.

You were right.

I'll see you
in the fabric of the universe.

Mom.

Ghostbusters! Ghostbusters! Ghostbusters!

Hey!

You have done it.

Citywide devastation.

I am putting you away for a long ti--

Peck.

You clown.
You're never gonna get it, are you?

Mr Mayor!

What do you have to say
to the Ghostbusters?

Hey, how about you thank them, dickless!

What--? Er, yeah.

It sounds like
we have your undivided support.

Love you, Ghostbusters!

Well, yes. Of course.

Good. I'm so happy
to hear that, Mr Mayor,

because without Phoebe and her family,
this whole city would be under 3 feet of ice.

We know that...

the world right now...

is experiencing
unusual paranormal activity.

We are here to answer that call...

because we are the Ghostbusters!

Well, it's not my first evil god.

I am Nadeem.

I am a Firemaster, turns out...

like my dadi before me.

Did we win?

Busting ghosts together.
What do you call that?

-The team.
-A family.

-The Spenglers. We're the Spenglers.
-Okay!

You don't wanna be a Grooberson,
trust me.

Guys, maybe put on your packs.

All right, Dad.

Gary. Sorry.

Yeah, I heard it.

Trevor! Keys!

She just called me Dad.

Yeah!

Okay. There are a lot of people,
so go slowly. Look both ways.

Hey, that's my truck!

That's my truck!

That's my truck, man!