All language subtitles for Butterflies s01e02 Breaking The Silence

Love is like a butterfly, soft and
gentle as fire. The

multicolored moods of love are like its
batting wings.

Love makes your heart feel strange
inside. It flutters like the winds in

Love is like a butterfly, a rare and
gentle thing.

to pass any objection to my having a
bath?

Anyone got anything in the bathroom
which they've forgotten about but will

remember when I'm having my bath?

Is it remotely possible that I will find
a live carp in my bath?

Or that somebody has removed the bath
altogether to build a garden pond?

We've had a family consultation.

And we've decided you may have a bath,
provided you don't work yourself up into

a coma and drown in it.

I thought eggs had yolks.

Hey, Mum, I thought eggs had yolks.

There's one there somewhere.

Funny how she never got the hang of it.

I thought cooking came naturally for a
woman.

Maybe she's out of her time.

Maybe eggs were supposed to look like
this.

Something wrong?

You look as though you're conducting
post -mortem.

No, it's fine.

Couldn't you just eat what I put in
front of you? Do you have to know what

is?

There is no hot water.

Oh.

Why is there no hot water?

Russell, do you know why there is no hot
water? No.

Tell him I just took my bath, that's
all.

He just took his bath, that's all.

Adam? Me too. I thought I bathed. It
seems we all just sort of bathed.

We can't think what happened to the hot
water.

That's, of course, we used it all.

Coffee, please.

I don't know why they bother bathing
anyway. They've nowhere to go. They

do anything.

The outside world is not exactly waiting
to clutch them to our hard -slogging,

nerve -wracking, money -earning bosom,
is she?

They can't get work. It's not their
fault, is it?

There are millions of other unemployed
people in this country, you know.

They should have stayed at school.

We've been through all that.

Their headmaster said they were bright,
inventive, creative, full of spirit, and

academically thick.

How come they're both running cars?

Well, Russell saved up for his while he
was working, and Adam made his while he

wasn't. This country makes it too easy.

Once upon a time, only the strongest
survived.

You either ran with the herd or got left
behind.

When I was a boy, one had a name in
life.

A girl.

And to get there, you had to run like
hell.

Oh, yes.

And how I ran.

Oh, yes.

I had to work.

Before my tea, I had to do a paper
round.

After my paper round, it was homework.
Homework and after homework, bed. Oh,

yes, bed and work, work and bed. That is
why I breathe my heart.

That is why I'm successful. That is why
I am one great big drag.

I think the water will be hot now.

Sexy legs.

Is that a joke?

Is it?

Is that a joke?

No, it was a light -hearted remark to
make you feel good.

Most people feel good when they're told
they look sexy.

It hasn't made me feel good.

No, well, now I've seen your legs front
on, I don't think you have any reason

to.

Do you spend your entire life thinking
about sex?

Yes.

Are they really mine?

I'm afraid so.

But I remember you telling me that one
day we would do gentle, civilised

Like play with train sets together.

Those days have gone, Ben.

They never came.

I brought a train set home, they plugged
it in, crashed it, bombed it, then blew

my attic up.

I bought them remote -controlled
aeroplanes.

They set them on a collision course,
there was a mild explosion over the

rest home and that was it. I never even
got to press the button.

Even a simple game of Ludo with them
turned into some kind of nightmare.

You took it all too seriously.

Relax, life is a lark. We're here for
five minutes, that's all.

Mum's right.

You should smile some more, Dad.

While you've still got all your own
teeth.

What are you sniggering about?

All this silence. It's unnatural for
father and son not to talk to each

Doesn't worry me. Of course it doesn't
worry you. You don't have to charge

between you and your father with
messages, do you?

You don't have to deliver a glare to one
and a snarl to the other.

My face is taking on the appearance of a
busy guard dog.

Morning.

Pain down outside.

I woke this morning with a bright little
candle burning inside me.

I was vaguely aware that I'm on the
wrong side of 40 and that three of my

minutes have already gone, but it
continued to burn even though your

stood in the hall and threatened the
whole neighbourhood with his bath.

And my sons prodded their breakfast like
two scientists who just uncovered a new

poison.

However, it is now apparently peeing
down outside.

So my... The candle has finally gone
out.

I am no longer the middle -aged lady
with the teenage glow.

I'm a seething, palpating, frustrated
mass of extinguished candle.

And I wish to say one word about my
cooking.

Sure. Why not try yuck?

I do not like cooking. I am not happy
cooking.

When I am cooking... You don't have to
explain. The evidence is all here on the

plate.

Horses cannot fly.

Birds cannot gallop. I cannot cook.

And since your survival depends upon my
unhappy experiences in the kitchen, I

have an announcement to make.

This is my latest unhappy experience.

when I put it in the oven, but they seem
to have disappeared.

However, it will be on the table
tonight, complete with custard.

And if any one of you dares to utter one
word, I will splatter the walls with it

and leave this house forever.

Moments like this should draw us closer
together.

I'm sure it's the kind of thing that
makes man unite with man.

I suggest, should anything happen to any
one of us during the grim process of

eating this tonight, that we ought to
make a pact that, in spite of any

differences we may have, assistance must
be given to the afflicted.

want me to do? Go out there and die?

Hello. Remember me?

Oh, it's you. Do you always go around
encouraging people to commit suicide?

Just attracting your attention, that's
all. Just letting you know that I'm

Oh, thanks.

Just knowing you're there has altered my
entire life.

My nerves will never be the same.

I don't eat lunch.

Come and watch me eating mine, then.

I can go to the zoo for that.

So was I.

It never stopped me eating lunch.

Maybe that's why you're divorced.

It's not that I can't cook, just that I
don't want to cook.

Oh, I do it, just like I do the ironing,
but it's all a bit aimless, isn't it?

What I mean is, there's not much point
in putting a lot of effort into

if you're just going to swallow it, is
there?

Well, if I was going to jump off
Blackpool Tower, I wouldn't get my hair

would I?

It stands to reason, well, everything I
say stands to reason. I feel very

strongly about it.

I feel very strongly about everything I
say.

I go around all day filled with these
deep emotions.

I'm just like a bottle full of
butterflies, and I can't get the top

it's confusing, and what's more, I
haven't got the slightest idea what I'm

talking about.

Have you got any idea what I'm talking
about?

No.

I'm worrying about the flowers.

Oh, did I do all that?

Well, they certainly didn't commit
suicide.

I always get distracted when I'm talking
in restaurants, especially if it's

something I feel deeply about. I unpick
the tablecloth and I spear a little

bread roll.

Here. You forgot to mutilate this one.

Oh.

I'll take it home. I think it deserves
to live.

I'm looking for a tissue.

Will that do?

clanking noises and it's full of
rubbish.

I met your sons driving their car.

They're quite big for nine and ten.

Why did you lie?

I didn't lie.

Just knocked a bit off their ages,
though you would knock a bit off mine.

Did you want to impress me?

Certainly not.

Capture me, enchant me and then finally
seduce me?

You have a potent imagination.

I happen to be attractive to my husband.

Does he move you?

Yes. Trillium? Yes?

When he touches you, do you reach
ecstatic, dizzy heights?

Well, yes. Ah, now we have a well as
well as a yes. Soon we shall have two

followed by a no.

What exactly are you trying to tell
everybody in this restaurant?

I'm trying to say that love is a severe
form of blood pressure.

The higher it goes, the quicker you die
from it.

Oh, dear.

You're depressed.

Yes, I am depressed.

Perhaps you're missing your wife.

I'm missing a... a person.

You know the loneliest experience in a
man's life?

To wake up in the middle of the night,
in the middle of his life, in the middle

of a double bed.

However, this morning, I did awake with
a... With a bright little candle burning

inside you.

Well, no, it wasn't quite like that.

But I did have a lovely little
experience just later on. It happened

of the office girls walked past.

She was, is, quite attractive.

All soft and bouncy.

Like a mobile blancmange.

Anyway, I gazed my usual gaze, she
smiled her usual smile, and it ended in

of my usual conquests.

And?

Well, that's it, really. I'm seeing her
tonight, eight o 'clock, her place.

And why are you depressed?

No, I don't know.

I mean, it's all so undignified, isn't
it? I mean, what am I going to do with

her?

Oh, God, it's going to be difficult.

just hoisting my stomach in long enough
to chatter up nearly finished.

That's what you've not got a lot going
for you, have you?

You'll just have to put the lights out
tonight and do it all by Braille.

How everything seems to be going fine
when suddenly you're 44, which is

towards 50, which is galloping towards
60.

So you think to yourself, what the hell,
I might as well cram everything in

before I'm 70.

So you end up chatting up a girl who is
20.

Pathetic, isn't it?

Like painting by numbers and still
getting it wrong.

You see, what I need is someone to talk
to.

A mature soul mate.

A fellow creature limping through the
forest of life with the same injury.

I'm sorry, I don't have the same
problem.

Age doesn't worry me.

I'm hardly aware of it.

I like being mature.

I'm at the apex.

of my life, the height of my career as a
woman.

I'm just glad to be me.

I look in the mirror and I think... I
think... Go on, tear those

to pieces while it's on.

Behold the dreaded sponge.

Absolutely, yes.

You should know by now that my custard
is unpredictable.

Very good.

Very good.

In fact, I would go so far as to say
that this is absolutely nice.

Mum, I really don't think I can... It
will take me three minutes to pack a

Oh, I was...

Looking at your new scientist.

He was looking at your new scientist.

There's a very good article about the
studies of Lawrence Gilbert.

There's a very good article about the
studies of... Oh, yeah, he's the

guy, isn't he? Yeah.

He has this interesting theory on the
migratory behaviour of various species.

Excuse me.

Particularly, actually... That's
Russell.

I may not be the perfect father, but I
do know one son from the other.

Apparently, the Heliconis butterfly,
according to the research this man

Gilbert's been doing, anyway... has this
very interesting pattern of behaviour,

especially during migration.

I can't tell you what this moment means!

The whole year.

I thought you would never speak to each
other again.

I thought...

Conversation, words, opinion, laughter.

Say something to your father.

Go on.

It doesn't have to be intelligent.

You'll get round to that when you've had
more practice.

Hey, Dan?

Yes, son?

Have you ever tasted anything like this
in your whole life?

Just gotta be the worst thing she's ever
come up with, yeah.

to spend my days in this brick prison,
pushing that thing around.

I thought you ought to be the first to
know.

I might kill myself today.

You're right, that would be silly.

Besides, it wouldn't be fair, you coming
home after a frantic day, finding me in

the oven instead of your dinner.

So, I'll go shoplifting instead.

Kill myself tomorrow.

I've changed my mind.

I'll commit adultery today, I'll go
shoplifting tomorrow, and I'll have all

Wednesday to kill myself.

So you'll have to make do with the salad
on Wednesday, because like I said, I'll

be using the oven.

I could do something more constructive.

I could put... killing myself until
Thursday.

I could write some poetry.

And you could use the royalties to pay
for some suitably splendid headstone, a

sort of winged figure in white marble
slumped over an ironing board.

You're not the world's most brilliant
conversationalist, are you?

Sometimes I think you're not there.

And then his hand comes out from behind
the newspaper, hunting down the toad.

I think I'll take all my clothes off and
charge through Harrods shouting,

Woolworth!

Oh, why not?

I'll catch a plane. I'll fly to Paris.
I'll go to the Louvre and draw a

moustache on Whistler's mother.

I'll put food in the washing machine
and...

Clothes in the liquidiser. We'll have
spun dry omelettes and shredded socks.

And on Friday... I'll kill myself.

You're listening to me.

Does this cry from the heart mean
nothing to you?

Oh, I am bored.

I am frustratedly...

a letterbox.

I want someone to meet me from a train.

I want to go running across a field,
barefooted, Nicholas.

Hoping on buttercups.

I want to be raped.

I never found a thing in this house.

Mr. Parkinson, please.

Ben, I love you.

I just thought you might like to know.

I have been around. I just haven't been
around the same places as you've been

around.

Hey, would you believe it's just on
lunchtime?

Yes, I would believe it.

Your lunch hour starts when you get up
and lasts until you go to bed at night.

Your life is one long lunch hour.

Did I do something wrong?

Look, I know this could be loosely
described as a brush -off, but they sell

very good stroganoff in there. Look, I
can't... I can't talk to you. Please go

away. Go away? Why should I go away? I
like it here.

I mean go away from me.

But I thought we were friends.

Married people can't have friends. That
is, married women can't have men

friends. It's got something to do with
husbands.

Do you mean to say he won't allow you to
talk to other men?

How do you cope with a milkman? Sign
language?

That could be very dangerous.

He doesn't not allow me to do anything.
I do what I want.

And right now I want you to leave go of
my arm. so it can follow the rest of me.

Okay.

Okay, I see your point.

I suppose the sight of a charming,
handsome man with more than his fair

masculine attributes is enough to knock
any woman of a tightrope.

Yes, that's right.

As soon as I was confronted with one, I
married him.

Yeah, well, come to think of it, you
look married.

You've got that captured look, like an
owl in an aviary.

Tell me, Mrs. Married, would you
exchange this packet of salt powder for

another? Oh, no. I prefer my old brand.

It gets things clean, and besides, it
keeps my life whiter than once.

Okay, okay. I said I'm sorry.

Sorry? What has sorry got to do with it?
Look, I'll buy you another one, all

right? What with?

The money you give me for my allowance.

So I'm buying... myself another one.
What is it? What is it? Ten pounds I

for this.

Talking to him again has already cost me
approximately 45 .5p per hour. By the

time he's 30, I could be bankrupt.

Ben, Russell, what have you done with
your father's butterfly net?

I had a blockage in my exhaust. I just
needed something long, that's all.

Right, now he's in a mood.

He has every reason to be in a mood.

Tomorrow's Sunday and he can't go
catching butterflies.

It's only a net.

It's only a net. It's only a net.

has the blockage in his exhaust.

He doesn't stick your guitar up it, does
he?

Now, go on. Go in there and be nice to
your father.

Go on!

Oh.

All right, all right. I said I'm sorry.
Just don't go on about it. I'm not going

on about it. I made him mention it. No,
like the hundredth time. No values, no

ambition. That's the young today. Easy
come, easy go. If it weren't for people

like me... Mum said go in there and be
nice to your father, so I'm talking to

you, aren't I? You're not talking,
you're muttering. All right, so I

That's how I am. When I talk, I mutter.
Stop!

One single word and I will pack that
case and leave this house forever.

Don't speak.

Don't anybody speak. Not ever again.

Not you to him, nor you to him, nor you
to him or him or any other permutations

you can think of.

Nothing -ness.

Mum, can I just say something?

Before we finally don't say anything, it
was just that Dad and I are actually

still on friendly terms.

Could we have a quick quarrel? No, you
cannot.

You will quarrel with each other through
me.

OK.

Could you tell him, then, that before we
got round to thinking about his

butterfly nets, we snapped his golf
clubs? Oh, and before that, please,

you tell Russell I'm going down the...

Could you tell Adam I'm coming with him?
Would you tell them to come back here

at once so I can...

And will you tell my wife that I love
her too?

I thought she might like to know.

Thank you.