John Dorrie is a Meta-Fish

Dear June,

I've been thinkin' about My Dad a lot lately. Maybe it's bein' away from you, my heart, my everything, that my thoughts now drift to family.

Because, Truth be told, My Family wasn't together nearly as long as I would've liked. I suppose I could say the same thing now.

Even though he wasn't always around, he still imparted things to me, things I carry to this day. There's one thing he told me that I carry particularly close. He said, "John, people deserve to Live in A World where they know which way is up, but they can't know that until someone helps 'em know it." 

That's why he became A Cop. 

Same reason I did.

When Ginny tasked me with stepping back into that role, I had my reservations. You more than anyone could understand why, given how things played out the last time I wore a badge. 

But this feels different. 

Life here is not as I imagined. People give up some freedoms to live behind these walls, but, by and large, I'm startin' to believe it might just be worth the cost.

Haven't lost a soul on these grounds since before I arrived. 268 days, last I heard. There's comfort in knowin' that I play a part in that. 

It's not The World My Dad dreamed of, but people do know which way is Up here. 

I hope one day soon you'll be able to see that for yourself. 

If we play our cards right, perhaps one day we can be together here.

Sheriff John Dorrie :

Why you makin' this easy for her? You know she's not gonna take mercy on you. 

Janis :

It's okay. I don't have anyone left. 

Tom's gone... Cameron. 

There's nothing more for me. 

But there is for you. 

There's a loose floorboard under the bed in Cameron's place. 

We hid a few extra cans of gas we've been siphoning off from the generators. 

There's a spare key to a dirt bike Cameron hid seven miles north past mile marker 68.

Sheriff John Dorrie :

No. 

Janis :

Take it. Find June. Get outta here. This place is rotten. 

It spoils everything it touches, sooner or later. 

Sheriff John Dorrie :

Listen, there... 

there's gotta be somethin' we can do. Don't you give up on me yet. 

Janis :

[SIGHS] 

Come on, kid. I'm not. 

I'm setting us free. 

Sheriff John Dorrie :

I-I'm not just talkin' about... 

about your life. 

I'm talkin' about The Truth. 

It's okay, John. Let me go.

[CRICKETS CHIRPING] - [KNOCK ON DOOR] - [INHALES SHARPLY] 

Sheriff John Dorrie :

Yeah? 

[DOOR CREAKS] 

Thought you might need some company. 

Sheriff John Dorrie :

I guess you heard about Janis. 

She's set to be executed at daybreak. 

[SIGHS] 

I just spoke to her as her officially-sanctioned spiritual advisor. 

She's a brave woman 

facing a cowardly act. 

Sheriff John Dorrie :

You know, um...

I always been one to follow the rules. 

Maybe 'cause the rules always made sense to me. 

But, ooh...

You thinkin' of runnin' away? 

Sheriff John Dorrie :

Janis wants me to. 

She says, "Find June and get the hell outta here." 

[SIGHS DEEPLY] 

But I ain't gonna do it. 

What are you gonna do? 

Sheriff John Dorrie :

I'm gonna get Janis out. 

There's only a few rangers 

on tonight during the shift change. 

My Dad... he had a case, 

when I was just knee high. 

Women were goin' missin' in the Houston area. 

Bodies showin' up miles away. 

The term didn't exist then, but I suppose the fella doin' it is what we'd call a serial killer. 

Detectives found him livin' on this compound 

out in the desert with a bunch of people he brainwashed 

into thinkin' he was The Second Comin' or somethin'. 

Really, he was just some two-bit mortician 

spoutin' on about death and new beginnings, 

just... just a bunch of nonsense 

dressed up to sound profound. 

Well, they asked the local police force, 

My Dad included, to search that place. 

Everybody knew this guy was guilty. 

They couldn't pin any of the murders directly to him, 

at least not with anything that would stick in court. 

Then, my dad found somethin', 

a purse belongin' to one of the missin' women, 

squirrelled away in the back of that guy's closet. 

That was enough to put that sumbitch away for the rest of his life. 

Sounds like your father was a hero. 

Sheriff John Dorrie :

He planted that purse. 

He knew this man was guilty beyond a shadow of a doubt? 

Sheriff John Dorrie :

Yes, sir. 

He broke The Rules to set things right 

so that people could feel like they were 

livin' in A World where they knew which way was up. 

The people that knew what My Dad had done, 

his friends on The Force, you know, 

they were happy to get a dangerous guy off the street, 

save the women he mighta hurt, 

that he woulda hurt….

but they never looked at him the same way again. 

It was like they weren't certain 

they could trust anything he did now. 

Marriage to my mama fell apart. 

He moved up North. 

He started drinkin'. 

[SIGHING] 

God. He did the right thing, 

and it cost him. 

It cost him somethin' hard. 

This is gonna cost you something, 

and you seem to know that. 

[SIGHING] 

Yeah. Yeah. I ain't worried about me. 

And I... and I trust Ginny 

not to hurt June, 

'cause she needs people 

who know Medicine. 

But I... [SIGHS] 

I know I'll never see her again. 

And when My Dad disappeared, 

that was hard on my mama. 

That was hard on me. 

But he had to do what he did. 

I-I... It's who he was. 

And I... I know... 

there's people alive today 

who probably wouldn't have been. 

He chose Life, even if it cost him 

the one he was living. 

Sheriff John Dorrie :

Yeah. That's the choice I'm makin'. 

John, [INHALES DEEPLY] 

we can find another way. 

I can talk to her, buy more time. 

Sheriff John Dorrie :

Th... There's none to buy. 

So, Rabbi... 

I want... I want you to make sure 

June gets this letter so she knows 

why I had to... 

Thank you. 

Who knows, John? 

You may yet see her again. 

Sheriff John Dorrie :

Well... Hey, let's hope so. 

[DOOR OPENS] 

[DOOR CLOSES] 

[STIFLED SOBS] 

[CRYING] 

[CRICKETS CHIRPING IN DISTANCE]

The Door

Moe-Moe :

We need to get out of here now. 

We need to draw Virginia to us 

before she does something to them. 

Last time you locked 

yourself away up here, 

June washed up. 

Today, it was us. 

If that's not The Universe 

telling you to come back, 

I don't know what is. 

John Dorie :

Yeah. I just... 

I don't care to kill anyone. 

Moe-Moe :

Yeah, you called me 

a ghost, and I am. 

‘Cause all I'm here for 

is to free Our People, 

give that baby a chance 

at A Next World, 

one where, I don't know, 

all life might actually 

be precious. 

I think we can do it, John. 

I think it's not gonna be 

the way that we want it, 

but we can end it. 

John Dorie :

Alright. 

I-I ain't right. 

I just ain't. 

I'm sorry. I can't do it. 

But I will help you 

cross that bridge.

Moe-Moe :

I found something when I was working on the truck. 

Thought you might want it. 

That's you, isn't it? 

And Your Dad? 

John Dorie :

You know... 

I spent more of my life 

than I care to admit 

wondering why he never showed up 

that summer. 

Now I think I'm starting to get it. 

I ain't coming with you, Morgan. 

Moe-Moe :

You know you're stuck. 

Making the same mistakes 

you made before, and 

they're the same mistakes 

that he made. 

Man, it's like... 

It's like a loop.

John Dorie :

I'm not meant to live in This World. 

If I'd have just kept my nose out of it when Cameron was killed, 

Janis would still be alive. 

If I'd have shot Marcus 

when I had the chance, 

you wouldn't have nearly died. 

Moe-Moe :

Hiding away in that cabin 

ain't The Answer. 

John Dorie :

Best one I can think of. 

Moe-Moe :

[SCOFFS] 

You went looking for A Door 

to shut yourself away from The World, and You found Us. 

Does that not tell You anything? 

You're like that guy who walked halfway across the country to get away from the people he cares about most and found himself sitting across from your campfire. 

And because I found you, 

I found everybody I think of 

as Family right now. 

I found Grace. 

And that wouldn't have happened 

if you hadn't insisted 

that I sleep in the bed 

of your truck that night. 

You gave me that Family, man. 

You gotta help me get them back. 

John Dorie :

The best way I can 

think of to do that 

is get you across that bridge 

and then stay out your way. 

Moe-Moe :

That Door is not gonna keep us away. 

Not me, not June. 

John Dorie :

This Door ain't for keeping People out. 

Moe-Moe :

What the hell's it for, then? 

John Dorie :

It's to keep The Passed 

from getting at me after 

I do What I Need to Do.

Cut Thy Words Short, By Allah! Needs Must I Slay Thee.

JOSE CHUNG: 

What is your opinion of hypnosis?

SCULLY: 

I know that it has its therapeutic value, 

but it has never been proven to enhance memory. 

In fact, it actually worsens it since, since, 

since people in that state 

are prone to confabulation.

JOSE CHUNG: 

When I was doing research for my book 

"The Caligarian Candidate..."

SCULLY: 

...one of the greatest thrillers ever written.

JOSE CHUNG: 

Oh...(He chuckles.) Thank you. 

I was, uh... interested 

in how the C.I.A., 

when conducting their

 MK-Ultra 

mind-control experiments 

back in the '50s, 

had NO IDEA 

how hypnosis worked

SCULLY: 

Hmm.

JOSE CHUNG: 

Or -- what it was.

SCULLY: 

No one still knows.

JOSE CHUNG: 

Still, as A Storyteller, I'm fascinated

how a person's sense of consciousness can be... 

so transformed by nothing more magical 

than listening to words. 

Mere words.

 TALE OF THE TRADER AND THE JINNI

It is related, O auspicious King, that there was a merchant of the merchants who had much wealth, and business in various cities. Now on a day he mounted horse and went forth to recover monies in certain towns, and the heat sore oppressed him; so he sat beneath a tree and, putting his hand into his saddle-bags, took thence some broken bread and dry dates and began to break his fast. When he had ended eating the dates he threw away the stones with force and lo! an Ifrit appeared, huge of stature and brandishing a drawn sword, wherewith he approached the merchant and said, "Stand up that I may slay thee, even as thou slewest my 25son!" Asked the merchant, "How have I slain thy son?" and he answered, "When thou atest dates and threwest away the stones they struck my son full in the breast as he was walking by, so that he died forthwith." Quoth the merchant, "Verily from Allah we proceeded and unto Allah are we returning. There is no Majesty, and there is no Might save in Allah, the Glorious, the Great! If I slew thy son, I slew him by chance medley. I pray thee now pardon me." Rejoined the Jinni, "There is no help but I must slay thee." Then he seized him and dragged him along and, casting him to the earth, raised the sword to strike him; whereupon the merchant wept, and said, "I commit my case to Allah," and began repeating these couplets:—

Containeth Time a twain of days, this of blessing that of bane ✿ And holdeth Life a twain of halves, this of pleasure that of pain.

See'st not when blows the hurricane, sweeping stark and striking strong ✿ None save the forest giant feels the suffering of the strain?

How many trees earth nourisheth of the dry and of the green ✿ Yet none but those which bear the fruits for cast of stone complain.

See'st not how corpses rise and float on the surface of the tide ✿ While pearls o' price lie hidden in the deepest of the main!

In Heaven are unnumberèd the many of the stars ✿ Yet ne'er a star but Sun and Moon by eclipse is overta'en.

Well judgest thou the days that saw thy faring sound and well ✿ And countedst not the pangs and pain whereof Fate is ever fain.

The nights have kept thee safe and the safety brought thee pride ✿ But bliss and blessings of the night are 'genderers of bane!

When the merchant ceased repeating his verses the Jinni said to him, "Cut thy words short, by Allah! needs must I slay thee." But the merchant spake him thus, "Know, O thou Ifrit, that I have debts due to me and much wealth and children and a wife and many pledges in hand; so permit me to go home and discharge to every claimant his claim; and I will come back to thee at the head of the new year. Allah be my testimony and surety that I will return to thee; and then thou mayest do with me as thou wilt and Allah is witness to what I say." The Jinni took sure promise of him and let him go; so he returned to his own city and transacted his business and rendered to all men their dues and after informing his wife and children of what had betided him, he appointed a guardian and dwelt with them for a full year. Then he arose, and made the Wuzu-ablution to purify himself before death and took his shroud under his arm and bade farewell to his people, his neighbours and all his kith and kin, and went forth despite his own nose. They then began weeping and wailing and beating their breasts over him; but he travelled until he arrived at the same garden, and the day of his arrival was the head of the New Year. As he sat weeping over what had befallen him, behold, a Shaykh, a very ancient man, drew near leading a chained gazelle; and he saluted that merchant and wishing him long life said, "What is the cause of thy sitting in this place and thou alone and this be a resort of evil spirits?" The merchant related to him what had come to pass with the Ifrit, and the old man, the owner of the gazelle, wondered and said, "By Allah, O brother, thy faith is none other than exceeding faith and thy story right strange; were it graven with gravers on the eye-corners, it were a warner to whoso would be warned." Then seating himself near the merchant he said, "By Allah, O my brother, I will not leave thee until I see what may come to pass with thee and this Ifrit." And presently as he sat and the two were at talk the merchant began to feel fear and terror and exceeding grief and sorrow beyond relief and ever-growing care and extreme despair. And the owner of the gazelle was hard by his side; when behold, a second Shaykh approached them, and with him were two dogs both of greyhound breed and both black. The second old man after saluting them with the salam, also asked them of their tidings and said "What causeth you to sit in this place, a dwelling of the Jánn?" So they told him the tale from beginning to end, and their stay there had not lasted long before there came up a third Shaykh, and with him a she-mule of bright bay coat; and he saluted them and asked them why they were seated in that place. So they told him the story from first to last: and of no avail, O my master, is a twice-told tale! There he sat down with them, and lo! a dust-cloud advanced and a mighty sand-devil appeared amidmost of the waste. Presently the cloud opened and behold, within it was that Jinni hending in hand a drawn sword, while his eyes were shooting fire-sparks of rage. He came up to them and, haling away the merchant from among them, cried to him, "Arise that I may slay thee, as thou slewest my son, the life-stuff of my liver."[44] The merchant wailed and wept, and the three old men began sighing and crying and weeping and wailing with their companion. Presently the first old man (the owner of the gazelle) came out from among them and kissed the hand of the Ifrit and said, "O Jinni, thou Crown of the Kings of the Jann! were I to tell thee the story of me and this gazelle and thou shouldst consider it wondrous wouldst thou give me a third part of this merchant's blood?" Then quoth the Jinni "Even so, O Shaykh! if thou tell me this tale, and I hold it a marvellous, then will I give thee a third of his blood." Thereupon the old man began to tell

THE FIRST SHAYKH'S STORY.

Know O Jinni! that this gazelle is the daughter of my paternal uncle, my own flesh and blood, and I married her when she was a young maid, and I lived with her well-nigh thirty years, yet was I not blessed with issue by her. So I took me a concubine,[45] who brought to me the boon of a male child fair as the full moon, with eyes of lovely shine and eyebrows which formed one line, and limbs of perfect design. Little by little he grew in stature and waxed tall; and when he was a lad fifteen years old, it became needful I should journey to certain cities and I travelled with great store of goods. But the daughter of my uncle (this gazelle) had learned gramarye and egromancy and clerkly craft[46] from her childhood; so she bewitched that son of mine to a calf, and my handmaid (his mother) to a heifer, and made them over to the herdsman's care. Now when I returned after a long time from my journey and asked for my son and his mother, she answered me, saying "Thy slave-girl is dead, and thy son hath fled and I know not whither he is sped." So I remained for a whole year with grieving heart, and streaming eyes until the time came for the Great Festival of Allah.[47] Then sent I to my herdsman bidding him choose for me a fat heifer; and he brought me one which was the damsel, my handmaid, whom this gazelle had ensorcelled. I tucked up my sleeves and skirt and, taking a knife, proceeded to cut her throat, but she lowed aloud and wept bitter tears. Thereat I marvelled and pity seized me and I held my hand, saying to the herd, "Bring me other than this." Then cried my cousin, "Slay her, for I have not a fatter nor a fairer!" Once more I went forward to sacrifice her, but she again lowed aloud, upon which in ruth I refrained and commanded the herdsmen to slay her and flay her. He killed her and skinned her but found in her neither fat nor flesh, only hide and bone; and I repented when penitence availed me naught. I gave her to the herdsman and said to him, "Fetch me a fat calf;" so he brought my son ensorcelled. When the calf saw me, he brake his tether and ran to me, and fawned upon me and wailed and shed tears; so that I took pity on him and said to the herdsman, "Bring me a heifer and let this calf go!" Thereupon my cousin (this gazelle) called aloud at me, saying, "Needs must thou kill this calf; this is a holy day and a blessed, 29whereon naught is slain save what be perfect-pure; and we have not amongst our calves any fatter or fairer than this!" Quoth I, "Look thou upon the condition of the heifer which I slaughtered at thy bidding and how we turn from her in disappointment and she profited us on no wise; and I repent with an exceeding repentance of having killed her: so this time I will not obey thy bidding for the sacrifice of this calf." Quoth she, "By Allah the Most Great, the Compassionating, the Compassionate! there is no help for it; thou must kill him on this holy day, and if thou kill him not to me thou art no man and I to thee am no wife." Now when I heard those hard words, not knowing her object I went up to the calf, knife in hand——And Shahrazad perceived the dawn of day and ceased to say her permitted say.[48] Then quoth her sister to her, "How fair is thy tale, and how grateful, and how sweet and how tasteful!" And Shahrazad answered her, "What is this to that I could tell thee on the coming night, were I to live and the King would spare me?" Then said the King in himself, "By Allah, I will not slay her, until I shall have heard the rest of her tale." So they slept the rest of that night in mutual embrace till day fully brake. Then the King went forth to his audience-hall[49] and the Wazir went up with his daughter's shroud under his arm. The King issued his orders, and promoted this and deposed that, until the end of the day; and he told the Wazir no whit of what had happened. But the Minister wondered thereat with exceeding wonder; and when the Court broke up King Shahryar entered his palace.

Now when it was the Second Night,

said Dunyazad to her sister Shahrazad, "O my sister, finish for us that story of the Merchant and the Jinni;" and she answered, "With joy and goodly gree, if the King permit me." Then quoth The King, "Tell thy tale;" and Shahrazad began in these words: It hath reached me, O auspicious King and Heaven-directed Ruler!

Babel

QUARK: 

Food. Dabo. Drinks. 

Money. Hand. Mine. 

Give. 


SISKO: 

Well, Quark, I see 

even you couldn't 

weasel your way 

clear of this one. 


QUARK: 

You underestimate the Ferengi 

immune system, Commander. 

I'm merely here visiting 

my less fortunate customers 

to make sure they're 

not faking the illness 

to avoid paying their bills. 


SISKO: 

No one's that devious. 


QUARK: 

I am. 

You. Gold. Owe-Me. 

I. Now, Give!

HARMONY

Now this Traken Web of Harmony is broken. 

I am Free!

Dr. Disco : 

(to The Master) 

The last time I saw you, 

you were on your way to Gallifrey.

MASTER: 

Well, I didn't stay. 

Why would I stay?

Dr. Disco : 

So they cured your little condition and kicked you out.

MASTER: 

It was a mutual kicking-me-out.

(Bored Missy is repairing her lip gloss.)

Dr. Disco : 

Somehow you ended up in this dump. 

You never could drive.

MASTER: 

Meh. You wouldn't understand.

Dr. Disco :

Well, let's see how I do :-

Your TARDIS got stuck. 

You killed a lot of people, 

took over The City, 

lived like A King until 

They rebelled against 

Your Cruelty. 

And ever since then 

You've been hiding out, 

probably in disguise, 

because everybody knows 

your stupid round face.

MASTER: 

Round?

MISSY: 

It's a little bit.

MASTER: 

Shut up! Do you want to see My City, Doctor? 

Do you want to see what happens when you're too late to save your little friend and everybody else?

(He wheels the Doctor to the parapet to watch the columns of people being escorted by patients.)

MASTER: 

See? This used to be just a hospital. 

Now it's mass production. 

The Cyber Foundries.

MISSY: 

The whole City is a Machine 

to turn people into Cybermen. 

What do you think? Exciting, isn't it? 

Watching the Cybermen getting started.

Dr. Disco : 

They always get started. 

They happen everywhere there's people. 

Mondas, Telos, Earth, 

Planet 14, Marinus. 

Like sewage and smartphones 

and Donald Trump, 

some things are 

just inevitable.

(Missy notices an aerial is pulsing out a signal.)

MISSY: 

Doctor. Doctor, have you done something? 

What's happening?

Dr. Disco : 

People get the Cybermen wrong. 

There's no evil plan, no evil genius.

Just parallel evolution.

MASTER: 

Doctor, what have you done?

Dr. Disco : 

(People + Technology) — Humanity. 

The Internet, Cyberspace, Cybermen. 

Always read the comments, 

because one day, They'll be an army.

MISSY: 

Look, they're coming. 

They're coming for us!

MASTER: 

This doesn't make any sense!

Dr. Disco : 

Doesn't it?

MASTER: 

These Cybermen are primitive. 

They're programmed to 

track human beings and convert them. 

They home in on human life signs only.

Dr. Disco :

You two, you should know by now. 

When you're winning, 

and I'm in the room, 

you're missing something.

MASTER: 

What have we missed?

Dr. Disco :

You shouldn't have hit me, Missy. 

I was waiting for my chance. 

Computer, containing the algorithm defining human life signs. 

I only had time to change one detail. 

A single number. 

One to a two. 

One heart to two hearts. 

I expanded the definition of Humanity. 

Took 'em a while to update the net, but here we go. 

Welcome to the menu!

(Cybermen are stomping up the stairs to the now floodlit roof.)

Dr. Disco : 

Now they think that we count as humans, 

and they're going to fix that in a hurry!

(Missy sonicks the doors shut. The Master sonicks a Cyberman that has come up the fire escape and sets its chest unit on fire.)

MASTER: 

There must be other ways up here. 

We can't cover them all.

Dr. Disco :

You can't fight a whole city. 

You know the stories. 

There's only ever been one way 

to stop that many Cybermen. Me!

(The Master sonicks another Cyberman then goes to the Doctor.)

MASTER: 

Then do it. 

Stop them!

Dr. Disco : 

Begging for your life already? 

That's a new record.

MASTER: 

I'm not begging you. 

I'd rather die than beg

you

Dr. Disco : 

Lucky day, then.

MASTER: 

I can do this. 

They're not difficult. 

They're Cybermen.

Dr. Disco :

Knock yourself out.

(Missy pirouettes and KO's the Master with her parasol.)

MISSY: 

Your wish is my command.

(She unties the Doctor.)

MISSY: 

I was secretly on your side 

all along, you silly sausage.

Dr. Disco :

Is that True?

MISSY: 

Don't spoil the moment.

Dr. Disco :

Seriously, I need to know. Is that True?

(He holds Missy's hand.)

MISSY: 

It's hard to say. 

I, I'm in two minds. 

Fortunately, the other one's unconscious.

MASTER: 

I landed here. 

I had trouble taking off.

MISSY: 

The black hole?

MASTER: 

Too close to the event horizon.

MISSY: 

And you screwed up. 

You went too fast.

MASTER: 

I blew the dematerialisation circuit.

MISSY: 

Which reminds me. 

A funny thing happened to me once.

MASTER: 

What?

(She grabs his lapels and pushes him against a pillar.)

MISSY: 

A very long time ago, a very scary lady threw me against a wall and made me promise to always, always carry a spare dematerialisation circuit. 

I don't remember much about her now but, she must have made quite an impression.

(And takes a dematerialisation circuit out of her jacket pocket.)

MASTER: 

You know you basically have me to thank for this.

MISSY: 

You're welcome.

MASTER: 

By the way, is it wrong that I er —

(They both glance down.)

MISSY: 

Yes. Very.

Go for The Mountain!

Phoebe :

Hey. Don’t we get a phone call?

Sure you do.

Who you gonna call?

Make it quick.

[♪♪♪]

Do you experience feelings of dread in your basement or attic?

Have you or any of your family ever seen a spook, specter, or ghost?

If the answer is yes, then don’t wait another minute.

Pick up your phone and call the professionals.

[RINGING]

[GROWLS]

Dr. Ray Stantz,

The Heart of The Ghostbusters :

Ray’s Occult, and, 

we’re closed.

PHOEBE: 

Wait! I only get one phone call.

I’m… in prison.

Dr. Ray Stantz,

The Heart of The Ghostbusters:

Hmm.

The slammer, huh? 

I’ve been there myself.

I’m not a lawyer, 

but I’m listening.

PHOEBE:

Are you Ray Stantz, 

The Ghostbuster?

Dr. Ray Stantz,

The Heart of The Ghostbusters :

….and now I’m hanging up.

PHOEBE:

Hang on. Please.

I… I’m calling about Egon Spengler.

Dr. Ray Stantz,

The Heart of The Ghostbusters:

…..Egon Spengler 

can rot in hell.

PHOEBE:

…..He died last week.

Dr. Ray Stantz,

The Heart of The Ghostbusters:

[SIGHS]

Oh, man….

No kidding.

PHOEBE:

Weren’t you two friends?

Dr. Ray Stantz,

The Heart of The Ghostbusters :

That was a long time ago.

PHOEBE:

What happened to you guys?

Dr. Ray Stantz,

The Heart of The Ghostbusters:

[SIGHS, SCOFFS]

Oh, well, look, when we started, 

busting ghosts was a gas.

The Economy was Good. 

Reagan Years.

People Believed in Us.

Then things got slow, 

hauntings got thin.

Venkman thought we 

did Our Job too well.

We could barely keep up 

our mortgage.

Some actor bought up 

most of Tribeca, 

and we lost the firehouse.

It’s a Starbucks now.

PHOEBE:

So then you all just 

walked away?

Dr. Ray Stantz,

The Heart of The Ghostbusters:

Peter went back to academia.

He’s at SUNY Cortland now. 

He’s a Professor Emeritus.

He teaches Advertising and Promotion.

Winston went into finance.

He worked hard, 

coined a fortune and…

And I’m here.

PHOEBE:

Well, what about Egon?

Dr. Ray Stantz,

The Heart of The Ghostbusters:

Well, he wasn’t helping.

We went from ten calls a week 

to one if we were lucky.

Egon started to tell people 

that their ghost problems 

didn’t matter because 

The World was 

coming to An End.

He got spooky. 

Freaked me out.

One morning, I go to work 

and Ecto-1, our old Cadillac, is gone, 

his neutrona thrower, collider pack, 

all the traps, 16 ounces 

of fuel isotope, all gone!

He cleaned us out.

Now we were the dead ones.

PHOEBE:

Don’t you think he 

had a reason?

Dr. Ray Stantz,

The Heart of The Ghostbusters:

He phoned me about ten years later, 

some small town in Oklahoma :

He kept rambling about 

“the rising storm” and 

“the huge psychic tornado” 

that was gonna 

“consume humanity 

in darkness forever.”

[SIGHS] 

And, kid, I wanted to believe.

PHOEBE:

You don’t understand —

There is this mountain 

and it has these ancient carvings…

Dr. Ray Stantz,

The Heart of The Ghostbusters :

Kid, there are a lot of mountains with ancient carvings.

Take a little advice —

Don’t go chasing ghosts.

PHOEBE:

….Egon Spengler was 

My Grandfather.

Time’s up.

Dr. Ray Stantz,

The Heart of The Ghostbusters :

Hey, hello?

[CLICKING SWITCH HOOK]

Keep Your Masks On!

“Kid, there are a lot of mountains 

with ancient carvings.

Take a little advice —

Don’t go chasing ghosts.”

Don't! You'll be poisoned!

Listen, there's nothing wrong 

with the air around here.

The Army's getting us out because they don't want any witnesses.

If The Army doesn't want Us here, it's none of our business.

We wanted to see The Mountain.

It was a coincidence 

when I painted it.

You can take it off!

The air here is better 

than in Los Angeles.

Listen. How many of you people 

are for getting out of here?

I don't know what's happening either.

I must find out.

For every one of these anxious,

anguished people who've come here

there must be hundreds more touched by The Vision who never made it here,

simply because they 

never watch The Television.

Or perhaps they watched it, 

but never made 

the psychic connection.

It's a coincidence.

It's not scientific.

Listen to me, Major Walsh...

...it is an event-sociological.

But Don’t F**k with My Solar Plexus. I Need it.

If You're Goin' to Kill Me, Kill Me

By the mid-1970s, Phil Spector was on a downward slide commercially. Spector had created hits such as "Be My Baby" and "You've Lost That Lovin' Feelin'" with his "wall of sound" production technique in the 1960s, and had some success in the early 1970s by producing albums by John Lennon and George Harrison; however, his behaviour became increasingly erratic.

The craziness would escalate when Spector reunited with Lennon to record a rock and roll oldies project called Roots, which would eventually come out in 1975 under the title Rock 'n' Roll. The sessions took place in a chaotic fog of drugs, booze, and hangers-on as the equally troubled Lennon drank his way through his infamous "lost weekend". 

In the 2003 book Phil Spector: Wall of Pain, biographer Dave Thompson recounts one famous incident when Spector pulled a revolver and fired it into the studio ceiling. "Listen Phil, if you're goin' to kill me, kill me", Lennon remarked dryly, "but don't fuck with me ears. I need 'em."