Ghost Train (2013) Movie Script
1
Hey, stop grabbing
at my legs, you little brat.
Get your feet out of my face.
-I thought you liked that.
-Your feet stink, Peter.
-Your face stinks, Sam.
-No, it doesn't, shut up.
I think I'll just head to the beach.
Don't leave me in here with him.
-What is wrong with me?
-You're a spanner, Peter!
-You're the spanner, Sam!
-You'll be grand, Sam.
Call me a spanner again
and I'll slap you.
Come on, Sam.
Hey!
-Sorry, the doors are fucked.
-Yeah.
-How was the train?
-Fine, yeah.
-Did you get a sandwich?
-Can you open the window?
Oh shit, sorry, Michael, sorry.
You know, you're getting
grayer every year.
Thanks.
And what does your beautiful
Swedish wife have to say about this?
She's from Finland.
What's the difference?
So listen, sofa's free,
you'll stay the night.
I have to get home to the kids, sorry.
Sure, why don't we stop off
for a pint along the way, catch up?
I wouldn't mind just
getting this out of the way.
Good to see you, bro.
It's bullshit.
What's that?
I think it's where the money goes.
52 pence, not enough.
-You're holding back.
-I'm not.
Your mum's rich and so are you.
She's not. I'm not.
Let's just go to the beach.
Punch or money, two choices.
Come on.
Beach.
Shut up about the fecking beach.
The only place we're going is in there.
I think I'll just head
to the beach.
What are you waiting for?
Deadly.
Hurry it up!
I'm taking off some serious
monster heads inside.
-What you do?
-Nothing.
I put it all in and it just...
You thieving lump of...
I wish I aged this well.
Maybe if I drank less, right?
I'm leaving.
Let's roll then.
The country.
I'm leaving the country.
I'm moving the family to Finland.
I have to say I'm really gonna miss
our annual boys' day out.
I wanted to tell you face-to-face.
What time's your train?
-Peter.
-Don't touch me.
Don't fucking touch me.
You are gonna run away,
brother, just like the boy did.
His name was Sam,
and he didn't run away.
I'm not talking about Sam running away.
Well, you never thought about running?
Maybe if you drank less, right?
So why do you come
back every year, Michael?
For Christ's sake! I'm surprised
you still think about him.
I think about him every day,
every single day.
Peter!
Lads!
You're gonna break it.
Lads, lads!
Help me out!
Lads!
Peter!
Michael!
It wasn't your fault, Peter.
When you broke the skull,
that wasn't why Sam disappeared.
It was my fault.
What's that?
Sam's 50 pence.
I never put it in.
That's been burning a hole
in your pocket for the last 30 years.
I was scared.
I'm sorry.
Do it.
Michael!
So when are you heading
back to Sweden or Finland?
Yes, couple of...
Weeks, months?
Do you hear that?
Hear what?
Listen.
Let's go.
Wait.
Don't.
Sam.
Peter?
Peter.
The fairground's miles away, Peter.
Just trust me,
Michael, it'll be worth it.
I'm going to the beach.
Yeah.
Lads, come on.
It's a ghost train.
Come on.
Hey, stop grabbing
at my legs, you little brat.
Get your feet out of my face.
-I thought you liked that.
-Your feet stink, Peter.
-Your face stinks, Sam.
-No, it doesn't, shut up.
I think I'll just head to the beach.
Don't leave me in here with him.
-What is wrong with me?
-You're a spanner, Peter!
-You're the spanner, Sam!
-You'll be grand, Sam.
Call me a spanner again
and I'll slap you.
Come on, Sam.
Hey!
-Sorry, the doors are fucked.
-Yeah.
-How was the train?
-Fine, yeah.
-Did you get a sandwich?
-Can you open the window?
Oh shit, sorry, Michael, sorry.
You know, you're getting
grayer every year.
Thanks.
And what does your beautiful
Swedish wife have to say about this?
She's from Finland.
What's the difference?
So listen, sofa's free,
you'll stay the night.
I have to get home to the kids, sorry.
Sure, why don't we stop off
for a pint along the way, catch up?
I wouldn't mind just
getting this out of the way.
Good to see you, bro.
It's bullshit.
What's that?
I think it's where the money goes.
52 pence, not enough.
-You're holding back.
-I'm not.
Your mum's rich and so are you.
She's not. I'm not.
Let's just go to the beach.
Punch or money, two choices.
Come on.
Beach.
Shut up about the fecking beach.
The only place we're going is in there.
I think I'll just head
to the beach.
What are you waiting for?
Deadly.
Hurry it up!
I'm taking off some serious
monster heads inside.
-What you do?
-Nothing.
I put it all in and it just...
You thieving lump of...
I wish I aged this well.
Maybe if I drank less, right?
I'm leaving.
Let's roll then.
The country.
I'm leaving the country.
I'm moving the family to Finland.
I have to say I'm really gonna miss
our annual boys' day out.
I wanted to tell you face-to-face.
What time's your train?
-Peter.
-Don't touch me.
Don't fucking touch me.
You are gonna run away,
brother, just like the boy did.
His name was Sam,
and he didn't run away.
I'm not talking about Sam running away.
Well, you never thought about running?
Maybe if you drank less, right?
So why do you come
back every year, Michael?
For Christ's sake! I'm surprised
you still think about him.
I think about him every day,
every single day.
Peter!
Lads!
You're gonna break it.
Lads, lads!
Help me out!
Lads!
Peter!
Michael!
It wasn't your fault, Peter.
When you broke the skull,
that wasn't why Sam disappeared.
It was my fault.
What's that?
Sam's 50 pence.
I never put it in.
That's been burning a hole
in your pocket for the last 30 years.
I was scared.
I'm sorry.
Do it.
Michael!
So when are you heading
back to Sweden or Finland?
Yes, couple of...
Weeks, months?
Do you hear that?
Hear what?
Listen.
Let's go.
Wait.
Don't.
Sam.
Peter?
Peter.
The fairground's miles away, Peter.
Just trust me,
Michael, it'll be worth it.
I'm going to the beach.
Yeah.
Lads, come on.
It's a ghost train.
Come on.