Showing posts with label Conflict Resolution. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Conflict Resolution. Show all posts

Sunday, 19 January 2020

What Do You Need From Me?












Remnants of DANA's apartment She stares out, her hair blowing in the wind.
Jail
WINSTON
Hey, guard! I want to make a phone call! I just work with these guys! I wasn't even there!
RAY and EGON look over blueprints
EGON
The structure of this roof cap is exactly like the kind of telemetry tracker that NASA uses to identify dead pulsars in deep space.

RAY
Cold riveted girders with cores of pure selenium.

PETER
to other jailbirds
Everyone getting this so far? So what? I guess they just don't make them like they used to.
 

RAY
No! Nobody ever made them like this! The architect was either a certified genius or an aesthetic wacko! 

PETER
Ray, for a moment, pretend that I don't know anything about metallurgy, engineering or physics and just tell me what the hell is going on.
RAY
You never studied. The whole building is a huge super-conductive antenna that was designed and built expressly for the purpose of pulling in and concentrating spiritual turbulence. Your girlfriend, Pete, lives in the corner penthouse of Spook Central.

PETER
She's not my girlfriend. I find her interesting because she's a client and because she sleeps above her covers. Four feet above her covers! She barks, she drools, she claws...

EGON
It's not the girl, Peter, it's the building! Something terrible is about the enter our world and this building is obviously the door. The architect's name was Ivo Shandor. I found it in Tobin's Spirit Guide. He was also a doctor. Performed a lot of unnecessary surgery. And then in 1920 he founded a secret society.

PETER
Let me guess. Gozer worshippers.

EGON
Right.

PETER
No studying!

EGON
After the First World War, Shandor decided that society was too sick to survive. And he wasn't alone. he had close to a thousand followers when he died. They conducted rituals up on the roof, bizarre rituals intended to bring about the end of the world, and now it looks like it may actually happen!

PETER
singing
So be good, for goodness sake! Whoa! Somebody's coming! Somebody's coming!

RAY
We have to get out of here. We've gotta get a judge or something.

WINSTON
Hey! Hey! Hold it! Now we going to actually going to go before a federal judge and say that some moldy old Babylonian god is going to drop in on Central Park West and start tearing up the city?

RAY
Sumerian, not Babylonian.

PETER
Yeah, big difference!

WINSTON
No offense, guys, but I gotta get my own lawyer.

JAIL GUARD
Okay, Ghostbusters! The mayor wants to see you guys. The whole island's going crazy! Let's go.

PETER
to other jailbirds
I gotta split. The mayor wants to rap with me about some things.

Outside Ivo Shandor Building LOUIS walks by. Shocked. Looks up to the top.
Remnants of DANA's apartment
LOUIS
I am the Keymaster!

DANA
I am the Gatekeeper.
they kiss, then go up the stairs to the Temple of Zuul
Outside City Hall Police escort Ghostbusters to the MAYOR. Reporters and photographers try to get press. Music: Savin' The Day.
POLICE CAPTAIN
Stay back! Stay back!

Inside MAYOR's office
MAYOR
I got a city blowing up, and you guys are not giving me any answers!

POLICE COMMISIONER
All right. We're blocking the bridges, the roads. I mean -

MAYOR'S AIDE
The Ghostbusters are here, Mr. Mayor.

MAYOR
The Ghostbusters, all right, the Ghostbusters. Hey, where's this Peck?

PECK
I am Walter Peck, sir, and I'm prepared to make a full report. These men are consummate snowball artists! They use sensitive nerve gases to induce hallucinations. People think they're seeing ghosts! And they call these bozos, who conveniently show up to deal with the problem with a fake electronic light show!

RAY
Everything was fine with our system until the power grid was shut off by dickless here.

PECK
They caused an explosion!

MAYOR
Is this true?

PETER
Yes, it's true. This man has no dick.
PECK lunges at PETER. Police try to break up fight.
POLICE SERGEANT
Break it up, break it up!

PETER
Well, that's what I heard!

MAYOR
This is City Hall! Now what am I gonna do here, John? 
What is this?
FIRE COMMISIONER
All I know is: that was no light show we saw this morning. 
I've seen every kind of combustion known to man, but this beats the hell out of me.

POLICE COMMISIONER

The Walls in The 53rd Precinct are bleeding. 
How do you explain that?
ARCHBISHOP
entering
Good afternoon, gentlemen.

MAYOR
Oh... Your Eminence!
kisses ARCHBISHOP's ring
ARCHBISHOP
How are ya, Lenny?

MAYOR
You're looking good, Mike.
gives ARCHBISHOP a friendly slap
We're in a real fix, here. 

What do you think I should do?

ARCHBISHOP

Officially, The Church will not take any position on the religious implications of these, err... phenomena. 

Personally, Lenny --
I Think it's a Sign from God. 

But don't quote me on that -
PETER

I think that's a smart move, Mike. 

 MAYOR
I'm not gonna call a press conference and tell everyone to start praying.

[ Couldn't Hurt, though - ]
WINSTON

I'm Winston Zeddemore, Your Honor. 

Look, I've only been with The Company for a couple of weeks.

But I gotta tell you, hese things are real. 
Since I joined These Men, I have seen shit that'll turn you white!
PETER

Well, you could believe Mr. Pecker.

PECK My name is Peck!

PETER

Or, 
You Could Accept The Fact That This City is Headed for a Disaster of Biblical Proportions.

MAYOR

What do you mean, 'biblical'?

RAY

What he means is, Old Testament, Mr. Mayor. 

Real Wrath-of-God-Type Stuff. 
Fire and brimstone coming from the sky! 
Rivers and seas boiling!
EGON
Forty years of Darkness! 
Earthquakes! Volcanoes!
WINSTON
The Dead rising from The Grave!

PETER

Human Sacrifice, 
Dogs and Cats living together, 
!! MASS HYSTERIA !!
MAYOR
Enough! I get The Point! 
 What if You're Wrong?
PETER

If I'm Wrong, Nothing Happens! 

We go to Jail. 
Peacefully, Quietly. 
We'll Enjoy it!


But, if I'm right
and we can stop This Thing..... 

Lenny – YOU Will have Saved The Lives 
of MILLIONS 
of registered voters.

MAYOR smiles. 
ARCHBISHOP nods.
PECK
all the wind sucked out of his sails
I don't believe you're seriously considering listening to these men.
 
PETER smiles a smug smile.
MAYOR
Get him out of here.

PETER
waving
Bye.

PECK
I'll fix you, Venkman. 
I'm gonna fix you!
PETER
I am going to send you a nice fruit basket. 
I'm gonna miss him!
PECK
All right, all right!

MAYOR

You've got Work to do. 
Now What Do You Need from Me?