The Real Ghostbusters (1986) s02e03 Episode Script

Ragnarok and Roll

Ghostbusters ♪
There's something strange ♪
In the neighborhood ♪
Who you gonna call? ♪
Ghostbusters ♪
There's something weird ♪
And it don't look good ♪
Who you gonna call? ♪
Ghostbusters ♪
I ain't afraid of no ghost ♪
I ain't afraid of no ghost ♪
Who you gonna call? ♪
Ghostbusters ♪
Who you gonna call? ♪
Ghostbusters ♪
I wanted to fly, but no.
You said going to Mardi Gras
by car would be cheaper.
We are going to the International
Parapsychological Expo at Tulane, Peter.
Not Mardi Gras.
Right. Sure, Egon.
That's what I meant to say.
It's OK. No problem.
I can handle it.
Just wait till we get to our hotel, Peter.
Listen to this.
"The beautiful Hotel Boudreaux
in the scenic village of Muddy Flat
is a perfect vacation spot.
It has excellent dining
and recreational facilities
as well as first-class accommodations."
Perfect vacation spot, huh?
Could I see that?
This brochure was printed in 1925, Ray.
Welcome to Muddy Flat.
I hope you all are not
too disappointed, no?
Disappointed? Us?
Don't be silly.
We love it.
I can tell we're gonna enjoy our stay.
Come, then.
I will show you to your rooms.
My name is Mary Gauthier.
Oh, well.
I know some roaches in New York
that wouldn't stay here.
Yes, I am coming.
If you're going out, Ray,
get me a sandwich, would you?
Ray, where are you going?
What's the problem, Egon?
This is serious, Peter.
It appears that Ray is in a state of
hypnagogic ataraxia.
What did he say?
I said he's possessed.
So how come Ray got invited to this party
and we didn't?
I don't knowyet.
You know I don't like it
when you say that, Egon.
It always means trouble.
Yeah. Fill us in on "uh-oh," will you?
It appears
there's some discontinuity
in the local fabric
of the space-time continuum.
I don't know what that means,
but it sounds bad.
Hey, so who needs Mardi Gras?
This is serious, Peter.
We are looking at a time slip phenomenon
that could seriously strain the continuum
on a local level.
Egon, I can't help
what you may be looking at,
but I'm looking at a real swinging party.
And it's time I stopped looking
and started swinging with it.
All right, Egon, what did you do?
Hi, guys. What are we doing here?
Maybe I can explain.
The leader of that band is,
or was, Malachai.
The ghost of a trumpet player
who died in 1942.
He can control people with his music.
The more he control,
the more powerful his magic becomes.
Why are we all wearing pajamas?
It's all right, Ray.
Our dress suits are at the laundry.
Well, as long as we're up,
let's get dressed and grab some chow.
So why does this Malachai
wanna control people?
It's a long story.
That's OK, we're on vacation.
It started back in 1942.
He was one of the greatest
jazz player ever.
Back then his band
put Muddy Flat on the map.
He wants to bring back the old days.
If he can create enough magic music,
you see, he--he can push back time.
So, what was that
you dusted him with?
Gris-gris powder.
I am a mambo.
Really? You look so young.
A mambo, Peter.
Not a mama.
She's a priestess of vodun.
Popularly known as voodoo.
Yeah, yeah, I knew that.
II was only testing you guys.
But my powers are no match for Malachai.
He is getting too strong.
Well, have no fear,
the Ghostbusters are here.
Yeah. We're here,
but our gear's still in New York.
We didn't think we'd need it
on vacation, remember?
No problem.
As soon as Janine gets into the office,
we'll have her ship it.
Hiya, Egon.
Are you enjoying Mardi Gras?
Uh, II mean the expo?
Oh, yum, yum.
Sure, no problem.
I'll send it Super Express.
Guaranteed overnight delivery.
So, uh, you miss me, Egon?
Oh, Slimer!
Sounds like Slimer
got Janine's donut again.
So this time warp stuff
could be a problem, huh?
Yes. It could even lead to
chronosynclastic infundibula.
Let me guess.
That's bad, right?
Imagine a world totally
without progression,
from past to present to future.
It would be an endless,
chaotic ever-present now.
Remember, time is what keeps everything
from happening
all at once.
Thanks, Ray. It's so much
clearer to me now.
The flow of time is breaking down.
I don't wanna hear it, Egon.
I don't wanna hear that either.
It appears that we have been
chronometrically shifted
to a pre-alluvial period.
Pretend this is
a game show, Egon.
To win the living room set,
tell us what happened in words
of one syllable or less.
We've been thrust back in time to a period
before Louisiana was dry land.
Why are we wearing fur bathing suits?
Must be B.C.
"Before Cloth."
Guess who's coming to dinner.
Hmm. It appears to be a megalodon.
That would narrow down the era somewhat.
Never mind the era,
what does it eat?
Uh, anything smaller
than itself, I believe.
It's going to catch us!
Aah! I can't swim fast. Aah!
I can't swim anymore!
Get me out of this and I swear
I'll never eat seafood again!
This is a great little town
you have here,
but on the whole,
I'd rather be in Philadelphia,
Cleveland, or anywhere.
Our gear should have arrived
in New Orleans by now.
Winston and I will go get it.
We'll be back with the gear
in an hour or so.
Whoa, whoa.
Hold the bus there.
You guys are going to New Orleans?
The New Orleans with the Mardi Gras?
And I'm staying here
in this grungy, boring
Picturesque, fascinating little town?
Sounds aces with me.
Looks like it's kismet, lady.
You and me
And Malachai.
Come on, we've got to stop him
before these things get worse.
Good thing I have
an extra PKE meter in the trunk.
Like the man says,
don't leave home without it.
I think that the parasympathetic
sonic vibrations
somehow trigger a synaptic response
in musically talented persons.
In other words,
the ghosts use music to snare people.
We might offset these vibrations
with a correctly tuned
counter oscillation.
That's nice, Egon, but who cares?
When we get our gear,
we'll zap Malachai into a trap so fast
he won't have time to play
"Good Evening, Friends."
All right.
Now let's do some serious busting.
Look out, Malachai,
it's Gettysburg all over again.
They shipped our gear
to the wrong address.
It's in Hawaii.
- Hawaii?
- Yeah.
Just wonderful.
Now what do we do?
There's one chance.
Perhaps we can find enough spare parts
at the Tulane conference
to put together a proton pack and trap.
Can't get enough
Turn the music up ♪
He's got party on his mind ♪
Whoo ♪
Late at night ♪
You will find him dancin'
In the streets ♪
Wow! Hey, look.
A bipolar oscillator.
And an Onosaki psionitron.
We need all this stuff.
Let's stick to the task at hand, Ray.
Come on, Ray. There are guys at NASA
who could do this on their lunch break.
Just one last connection.
There. Got it.
Here we are.
A modified charge particle accelerator
and an ectoplasmic containment module.
Are you confident
that this equipment is operational, Ray?
Well, it's a little makeshift,
but I think it'll work.
I think I'll go find a bomb shelter.
We've got to do something.
Malachai is getting stronger
by the minute. Look.
You're right.
We've gotta stop this.
Go get him, Ray.
Thanks, Egon.
Hey, all right!
Way to go, Ray!
Mess with the Ghostbusters,
will you?
Take that!
Somebody's car alarm go off?
Ray, I think it might be best
if you remove the proton pack
for a moment.
For you own personal safety.
Oh, right.
Nice work, Ray.
Remind me to let you fix my stereo.
Well, so much for plan A.
Time for plan B.
What's plan B, Egon?
You, uh, wanna
go over this one more time, Egon?
It's simple.
Using my computer,
I will program the proper
anti-distortion vibrations
into musical notation.
Once they're adjusted, these instruments
should counteract Malachai's music.
OK, fine. But who's gonna play them?
We will.
Us? I can't even play a kazoo.
The instruments will be programmed.
All we have to do is supply air.
Mr. Venkman seems to have plenty of that.
It so happens
I'll be playing the guitar.
We'd better hurry.
Egon, are you sure this is gonna work?
Malachai's music is pretty powerful.
We'll match his rhythms with something
even more primal and powerful.
Rock 'n' roll.
All right, guys, let's get down.
One, two, three, four.
Peter, won't you reconsider?
Listen, the emergency's over.
Malachai's been defeated,
and I'm going to Mardi Gras.
Don't try to talk me out of it.
ButBut, Peter
Hey, read my lips, Ray.
I'll see you in New York.
Peter, if you'd just listen.
Why did you not want him
to go to Mardi Gras?
Well, for one thing, Mardi Gras is over.
And the people at Super Express
are sending us to Hawaii,
all expenses paid,
to make up for losing our equipment.
We'll send him a postcard.
Very droll, Winston. Very droll.
- Bye.
- Aloha.
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