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EXT. RAY'S OCCULT BOOK STORE - DAY (LATER)
It's a small basement shop located on a quaint commercial block in Greenwich Village. The window is crowded with occult artifacts and old books full of arcane metaphysical lore. The TELEPHONE RINGS.
STANTZ
(v.o., answering the phone) |
| Ray's Occult. |
INT. RAY'S OCCULT BOOKS - CONTINUOUS
The shelves are jammed floor to ceiling with books on the paranormal. Ray sits on a barstool behind the counter wearing an old cardigan sweater over a T-shirt. He has on a pair of reading glasses and chews on a battered, reeking pipe. As he talks on the phone he prepares a cup of herb tea for Spengler who is thumbing through an arcane text.
STANTZ
(on the phone) |
| Yeah ... mmhmm ... What do you need? ... What have I got? I've got alchemy, astrology, apparitions, Bundu Magic Men, demon intercession, U.F.O. abductions, psychic surgery, stigmata, modern miracles, pixie sightings, golden geese, geists, ghosts, I've got it all -- what are you looking for? ... Don't have any. Try the stockyards. |
He hangs up.
| STANTZ |
| Some crank. Looking for goat hooves. Come up with anything? |
SPENGLER
(referring to the book) |
| This one's interesting. Berlin, 1939, a flower cart took off by itself and rolled approximately half a kilometer over level ground. Three hundred eyewitnesses. |
| STANTZ |
| You might want to check those Duke University mean averaging studies on controlled psychokinesis. |
SPENGLER
(going to the stacks) |
| Good idea. |
The bones hanging over the door rattle as Venkman enters the shop.
| VENKMAN |
| Oh, hello, perhaps you could help me. I'm looking for an aerosol love potion I could spray on a certain Penthouse Pet that would make her unconditionally submit to an unusual personal request. |
| VENKMAN |
| So, no goat hooves, huh? |
STANTZ
(strung) |
| I knew that voice sounded familiar. What's up? How's it going? |
| VENKMAN |
| Nowhere -- fast. Why don't you lock up and buy me a sub? |
STANTZ
(slightly evasive) |
| Uh, I can't. I'm kind of working on something. |
Spengler steps out of the stacks.
| VENKMAN |
| How've you been? How's teaching? I bet those science chicks really dig that big cranium of yours, huh? |
| SPENGLER |
| I think they're more interested in my epididymis. |
| VENKMAN |
| I don't even want to know where that is. |
Venkman steps behind the counter and takes a beer from Ray's mini-fridge.
| STANTZ |
| Oh, your book came in, Venkman. Magical Paths to Fortune and Power. |
He hands Venkman the book.
| VENKMAN |
| Great. |
| (reading the contents) |
| So what are you guys working on? |
| STANTZ |
| Oh, just checking something for an old friend. |
STANTZ
(at a loss) |
| Who? Just -- someone we know. |
He grabs Stantz by both ears and pulls up.
| STANTZ |
| Aaah! Nobody! I can't tell you! |
STANTZ
(giving in) |
| Dana! Dana Barrett! |
Venkman lets go of his ears and smiles. Spengler looks at Stantz and shakes his head.
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