Now this is the story all about how
My life got flipped, turned upside down
And I'd like to take a minute just sit right there
I'll tell you how I became the prince of a town called Bel-air
In west Philadelphia born and raised
On the playground where I spent most of my days
Chilling out, maxing, relaxing all cool
And all shooting some b-ball outside of the school
When a couple of guys, they were up to no good
Started making trouble in my neighbourhood
I got in one little fight and my mom got scared
And said "You're moving with your auntie and uncle in Bel-air"
I whistled for a cab and when it came near the
License plate said "fresh" and had a dice in the mirror
If anything I could say that this cab was rare
But I thought nah, forget it, yo homes to Bel-air!
I pulled up to a house about seven or eight
And I yelled to the cabby "Yo, homes smell you later!"
Looked at my kingdom I was finally there
To sit on my throne as the prince of Bel-air
Ghostbusters
by Harold Ramis and Dan Aykroyd
Final Shooting Script Last revised October 7, 1983
FADE IN
EXT. NEW YORK PUBLIC LIBRARY -- DAY
The sun shines brightly on the classic facade of the main library at Fifth
Avenue and 42nd Street. In the adjacent park area, pretty hustlers and drug peddlers go about their business.
FRONT STEPS
A few people lounge on the steps flanked by the familiar stone lions.
INT. MAIN READING ROOM -- DAY
People are dotted throughout the room sitting at the long oak tables polished by decades of use. Reading lamps with green glass shades cast a golden glow on the tables. The patina of age is everywhere. It is very quiet. LIBRARIAN
A slightly stout, studious looking girl in her late twenties circulates quietly among the tables picking up books and putting them on her cart.
Everything seems completely normal and peaceful.
POV
A single eerie musical note signals the presence of something strange looking down on the Librarian from a vantage point high above the room.
It follows the Librarian as she pushes her cart around the corner.
INT. WORK AREA
The Librarian is alone in a back room sorting books for reshelving.
Behind her is the card catalogue. One of the books attracts her interest and she starts leafing through it.
THE CARD CATALOGUE
Another eerie note is heard as one of the drawers silently slides open behind the Librarian and hundreds of index cards start popping out. The
Librarian continues reading completely oblivious to this strange phenomenon. She gets up and moves past another row of cabinets. Two more drawers quietly slide open, and thousands of file cards start shooting out of the open drawers just behind her, but the Librarian still doesn't notice.
THE STACKS
The Librarian works her way through rows and rows of old iron shelves containing many thousands of volumes stacked from floor to ceiling. As she puts the books back in their proper places, she slowly gets the feeling that she's being watched. She continues her task but suddenly hears a scratching noise and stops.
LIBRARIAN (puzzled) Hello? Is anybody there?
A ROW OF BOOKS
As the Librarian walks down the aisle, books start shooting off the shelf behind her. She turns suddenly and sees the fallen books.
THE LIBRARIAN
Frightened now, she walks slowly to the end of the aisle and tentatively peeks around the corner. Seeing no one, she starts to scratch her head and suddenly a dozen books fly off the shelf right in front of her and fall to the floor.