Attempting to get the word out about their new franchise, the players spend the first part of the session at the public access studio filming their commercial. After engaging in the filming of an ad where the would-be victim (as played by Trina Sylvester) is slapped by a ghost (as played by Francis), Marty mistakenly fires his pistol (And is fined $500 for unlawful firearm discharge), Master Mover does a slightly effeminate rap version of the original Ray Parker Jr. Ghostbusters theme, and Woody delivers all the pertinent contact info (tacked on after the fact to add some sense of cohesion to the ad), the GB head home to a message on their machine for a job in suburbia.
A job they’ll gladly take because ghost hunting has been pretty dry aside from the occasional crazy who calls in a false alarm. Of course with all the free time, the team has got ideas. At least Woody does as he masterminds Ghostbusters gift cards and Ghostbusters Insurance. For a “small” monthly fee you can rest assured that the Ghostbusters will assist you at a significant discount. Plus you get to put up a sticker or sign on your property saying that “This home is protected by the Ghostbusters”. Who wouldn’t want that? At this point, these exciting new Ghostbusters products and services are being approved by corporate, but there’s still the matter of the actual Ghostbusting they have to deal with. The team gets on track to take care of that little detail.
They meet with the client who was staying at a motel who informs them of a mysterious presence in their home. Upon investigating the premises, the players are abused by the home and food and ghosts in many ways before unceremoniously capturing the spooks and extorting the deliciously expensive standard fees from their clients. Everyone is satisfied, if a bit worse for wear.
During the post job down-time, the tension that I hadn’t bothered to mention between Marty and the intern Francis came to a boil when Francis decided to exact some revenge on the callous tow-truck driver who mistakenly punished him for something he didn’t even do, by crushing up sleeping pills into a sandwich which was served to Marty shortly thereafter. After a good nap Marty finds a radio near him through which Francis starts talking to Marty through from his position safely tucked away in a filing cabinet somewhere on the premesis.
Marty convinces the intern that he’s not mad and lures the kid out of hiding with promises of bonding experiences. He takes the boy outside, and then, from behind, slaps a pistol in the boys hand, clasping it firmly in place so Francis can not let go. Marty starts rambling to Francis. Something about becoming a man. Francis can’t really tell. It’s happening too fast, and Marty is suddenly acting pretty crazy. A man in a white van parked nearby notices the gun wielding related shenanigans and decides that perhaps he should park somewhere else, peeling out of the area as quickly as he can muster. Marty forces Francis’ aim at a pigeon. They fire. They miss.
Woody, hearing the gunshot runs outside and sees the van speeding off, becomes suspicious of it and manages to take half a license plate number, then completes the task of awkwardly halting the commotion between the collective gun-wielding maniac Francis and Marty. Marty assures Francis that this was a good experience for him and that there would be more to come in the future.
That night Marty waits for Francis to fall asleep, drags him, mattress and all, onto the roof without waking him, and locks him up there.
End Session 3.