Get her
Outside the New York Public Library Peter is yelling at Ray all the way there.
"As a friend I have to tell you: you've finally gone round the bend on this ghost business. You guys have been running your ass off meeting and greeting every schizo in the five boroughs who says he has a paranormal experience. What have you seen?"
Peter gets the door for Ray.
"Of course, you forget, Peter, I was present at an undersea, unexplained, mass sponge migration."
"Ooh, Ray, those sponges migrated about a foot and a half."
Dr. Egon Spengler is under the table, listening to it with a stethoscope.
Peter runs over to him and speaks in a zombie voice. "Egon..." Peter raps table with knuckles which puzzles Egon, he then slams it with a book. He is startled and jumps up.
"Oh, you're here."
"Yeah, what have you got?"
"This is big, Peter. This is very big. There is definitely something here."
"Egon, this reminds me of the time you tried to drill a hole through your head. You remember that?" Peter references the time Egon once tried to drill a hole in his own head, utilizing a process known as trepanation.
"That would have worked if you hadn't stopped me." The library administrator walks up to the three.
"I'm Roger Delicore. Are you the men from the university?"
"Yes. I'm Dr. Venkman. Dr. Stantz, Egon."
"Thank you for coming. I hope we can clear this up quickly and quietly."
"Let's not rush things. We don't even know what you have yet."
They go to a smaller room. Alice is lying on a table. "I don't remember seeing any legs, but it definitely had arms because it reached out for me."
"Arms?! I can't wait to get a look at this thing!"
"Alice, I'm going to ask you a few standard questions, okay? Have you or any of your family ever been diagnosed schizophrenic, mentally incompetent?"
"My uncle thought he was St. Jerome."
"I'd call that a big yes. Uh, are you habitually using drugs, stimulants, alcohol?
"No!"
"No, no. Just asking. Are you, Alice, menstruating right now?"
"What has that got to do with it?" Roger asks
"Back off, man. I'm a scientist."
Egon enters the room "Ray, it's moving."
As they went down to basement Egon is in front, with his PKE meter. Ray has a video camera. Peter is in the back, bored stiff. He starts making scary gestures at Ray. They come to a tall tower of books.
"Look!"
"This is hot, Ray."
"Symmetrical book stacking, just like the Philadelphia mass turbulence of 1947." Ray was amazed.
"You're right. No human being would stack books like this."
"Listen! You smell something?" They go to a card catalog; it is slimed. "Talk about telekinetic activity! Look at this mess!
"Raymond, look at this."
"Ectoplasmic residue."
"Venkman, get a sample of this."
"It's the real thing!"
"Somebody blows their nose and you want to keep it?"
"I'd like to analyze it." Egon explains.
As Ray and Egon continue talking, Peter scrapes slime into a dish. He gets it all over his hands. Peter groans and grunts. He flicks the slime away. Then he wipes hands and feet on some books.
"There's more over here!"
"I'm getting stronger readings here, this way."
"Come on." They turn a corner. Peter gives Egon the slime.
"Egon, your mucus." He says as a bookshelf falls with a crash. "This happen to you before?" Ray shakes head. "Oh, first time?" Ray nods. They continue. Egon's PKE meter goes nuts. They see the ghost of Eleanor Twitty.
"It's here."
"A full torso apparition, and it's real."
"So what do we do? no answer Could you come over here and talk to me for a second, please?" pulls RAY by the ear. "Could you just come over here for a second, please? Right over here. Come here, Francine! Come here. What do we do?'
"I don't know. What do you think?"
Egon starts with his calculator, but Peter slaps it away
"Stop that!"
"We've got to make contact. One of us should actually try to speak to it."
"Good idea."
They look to Peter. He groans and goes to the ghost. Ray starts taking pictures.
"Hello. I'm Peter. Where are you from? Originally."
"Ssh."
Peter says as he's going back "All right. Okay, the usual stuff isn't working."
"Okay, I have a plan. I know exactly what to do." Ray says as they get closer to the ghost. "Now stay close, stay close. I know. Do exactly as I say. Ready, ready, get her!"
The ghost turns into a monster and scares them. The guys run all the way out the library.
"Did you see it? What was it?" Roger asks
"We'll get back to you!"
"What?!"
Back on Columbia University grounds Peter, Ray and Egon go back to the lab. Peter is laughing at Ray.
"Ha, ha, ha! Get her. That was your whole plan. Get her. It was scientific."
"I just got overexcited." Ray admits. "But wasn't it incredible, Pete? I mean, we actually touched the etheric plane. You know what this could mean to the university?"
"Yeah, it's gonna be bigger than the microchip. Ray, I'm very excited."
Egon is working with a calculator. "I wouldn't say the experience was totally wasted. According to these new readings, I think we have an excellent chance of actually catching a ghost and holding it indefinitely."
"Well, this is great! If this ionization rate is constant for all ectoplasmic entities, we could really bust some heads! In a spiritual sense, of course."
"Spengs? You serious about this catching a ghost?"
"I'm always serious."
"Egon, I'm gonna take back some of the things I've said about you. You... you've earned it." Egon smiles as Peter gives him a candy bar.
Just as the guys are returning to their lab Moving men cart stuff out of the room. Dean Yeager stands in wait.
"The possibilities are, are limitless! Hey, Dean Yeager!" Ray says as the Dean is there.
"I trust you're moving us to better quarters on campus." Peter assumes.
"No! You're being moved off campus." Yeager says to our soon to be heroes. "The board of regents has decided to terminate your grant. You are to vacate these premises immediately."
"This is preposterous. I demand an explanation." Peter asks
"Fine. The university will no longer continue any funding of any kind for your group's activities."
"But the kids love us!" Peter tries to reason with Yeager.
"Dr. Venkman, we believe that the purpose of science is to serve mankind. You, however, seem to regard science as some kind of dodge or hustle. Your theories are the worst kind of popular tripe, your methods are sloppy, and your conclusions are highly questionable. You, Dr. Venkman, are a poor scientist."
"I see."
"And you have no place in this department or in this university."
Outside Columbia University Ray is worriedly pacing. Peter is relaxing with a bottle of Whiskey.
"This is a major disgrace. Forget MIT or Stanford now. They wouldn't touch us with a ten-meter cattle-prod." Ray says nervously.
"You're always so concerned about your reputation." Peter brags. "Einstein did his best stuff when he was working as a patent clerk!"
"You know how much a patent clerk earns?"
"No!"
"Personally, I liked the university. They gave us money and facilities. We didn't have to produce anything! You've never been out of college. You don't know what it's like out there. I've worked in the private sector. They expect results."
"For whatever reasons, Ray, call it fate. Call it luck. Call it karma. I believe that everything happens for a reason. I believe that we were destined to get thrown out of this dump."
"For what purpose?" Ray asked.
"To go into business for ourselves." Peter says as he offers Ray a drink. Ray takes a drink.
"This ecto-containment system that Spengler and I have in mind is going to require a load of bread to capitalize. Where are we going to get the money?"
"I don't know." Peter says as he takes another drink. "I don't know."
Meanwhile Ectotron was searching for Prime in New York but found a place to rest a used car dealership.
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