All language subtitles for Butterflies s02e03 Worrying

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

multicolored moods of love are like its
satin wings.

Love makes your heart feel strange
inside. It flutters like soft wings in

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

Date of her.

Eyes closed, lips parted.

He's cracked it.

I bet she used to take the pill with her
school milk.

It was all so different when I was
young.

We were not encouraged to display our
feathers.

Everything was imprisoned by modesty.

Even our chest was safely housed in
heavy -duty bras, pointed up beneath our

chins where our parents could keep an
eye on them.

Oh, we all went around hidden, trapped
inside ourselves, but secure and

untouchable as registered parcels.

Would you like to come through for your
manicure?

You lucky cow.

You all right?

Yes, I'm just having a little bout of
erotica.

Fine.

If necessary, I will wait forever.

This is an answering machine. Please go
away.

One of your moths has gone at me over.

Hey,

did you know this is 1967?

and it's been gradually spinning faster
on its axis. Yeah, but it says the

velocity should slow down again once the
magnetic dynamo is reversed.

Are we going to discuss my screwdriver?

Five percent. That's a lot of equatorial
rotation.

I mean, I do realize that you two have
the heavy weight of the world on your

shoulders and that I'm a lesser mortal
concerned with mundanities like how to

get my car fixed so I can get to my
surgery and earn a living and so make it

possible for you two to do absolutely
nothing.

Okay, okay. It's only a screwdriver.

Oh, how petty of me. When will I learn?

I'll go out and dismantle my engine with
my fingernails.

We'll get you another.

When? When will you get me another?

Eventually. Oh, I see.

Hello, Janet.

Will you cancel my patient's
appointments for this afternoon, please?

in. I haven't a car, you see. It's
broken down.

I will just tell them I'll be in
eventually.

Yes. Thank you.

Perhaps we'll get you one fairly soon.

Like right now.

Oh, please don't hurry. It'll be at
least a week before the final demands

for all the bills.

I can always tell the house.

Your mother and I can live in a
converted bus, and you two can busk your

around Europe.

Oh, boy. When he goes, he goes all the
way.

Um, Dad?

Did you know, by the way, that the sun's
velocity gain could be caused by its

magnetic fields being frozen to the
solar plasma?

Uh, well, that really is something,
yeah.

Uh, about the screwdriver.

Screwdriver?

Are we going to spend time discussing
such trivia as a screwdriver?

It's, uh, just that we need some money.

To buy you one.

In my wallet, in my jacket, in the hall.
I shall be deducting it from your

allowance.

Thanks, that's, uh, real nice.

Yeah, we, um... Yeah, please, don't
start making appreciative speeches.

When you stand around looking flimsy and
colourless, you remind me of a couple

of lightly boiled eggs.

Thanks, Dad. Bye now.

My God, this is it.

The first twinge.

The one that leads to an ache, that
leads to a pain, that leads to the sign

marked exit.

I've got all the qualifications.

48, responsibility, tension, pressures,
problems, Adam and Russell. Oh, yes.

I'm up in panic.

Panic.

Breathe.

I mustn't let my mind know what's
happening to my

body.

I mustn't get agitated.

Even though they're taking bloody
forever to answer this phone.

Dr. Riley, surgery?

Oh, could I speak to Dr. Riley, please?
It's Ben Parkinson.

Hello. Oh, Gordon, sorry to bother you.

Ben.

She's fine. Just fine.

Beautiful lady.

Lucky man.

Yes. Gordon, I have this pain.

Oh, yes.

Well, it's not a pain. It's a feeling in
my chest.

Well, you know me. I don't attach any
importance to these matters.

One learns to detect what is real and
what is imagination.

Apart from which, I can't tolerate that.

You are still there, Gordon, aren't you?

Well, that's good. I thought I'd just
bring and mention it. That's all.

Silly. Really? When can I come and see
you?

Be with you in a minute, Mrs. Parkinson.

Thank you.

My God, I look like the Statue of
Liberty.

The thing I like about Mick Salons is a
man knows exactly what he's letting

himself in for. His mornings will no
longer spring heavy surprises on him.

That little rollered monster yawning
beside his bed cover won't suddenly

up and cause him to black out.

I look... I look all right in the
morning.

Oh, of course you do. I look quite...
You are that quietly speculating,

soaring bird of prey I saw wandering
into the restaurant, remember?

The osprey, the falcon.

The all -seeing, all -silent bird of
prey.

Have you hunted your lunch yet?

Not yet, but on my way home, I'm going
to pick up a couple of field mice.

On your way home, you say? Yes.

Look, what hold has the man got on you,
apart from the fact that he's married to

you? I mean, can't he get his own lunch?
Or better still, can't he go without

lunch?

Before my wife left me, I often went
without lunch.

It was a generous gesture.

It was me saying to her, of course
you're not owned by me, suffocated by

If you want to go off and have lunch
with Peter Carlton, then by all means

have it.

So she did.

Turned out to be a long lunch, didn't
it? Oh.

I've got a day like this for five
minutes.

Oh.

It's wonderful.

I feel like a plant that's been left in
a pot while everybody went on holiday.

Now they're back and they've watered me.

I can feel my leaves getting strong.

I'm going to tumble over the pot and
spread all

over the house.

I might even grow some flowers and
berries.

In fact, by tonight,

your exercise is somewhere else. It's
like living with one of those little

wooden birds that go on and on endlessly
pecking.

Ben?

Are you a happy man?

Oh, ecstatic.

You don't laugh a lot.

I'm laughing all the time. My face just
refuses to cooperate.

It's like having a television that does
nothing when you switch it on.

No sound, no picture.

You just have to sit before it and
guess.

What do you want me to do?

Deliver my emotions with the appropriate
rapping, a giggle here and a sob there?

Yes, that's what I want you to do.

Show me how you feel.

This morning, for instance, what sort of
morning did you have?

Was it a good morning or a bad morning?

Who did you talk to?

What about?

Did they make you laugh? Tell me.

I talked to Adam and Russell about my
screwdriver, and no, they didn't make me

laugh.

Then what?

We were at medical school together.
We're having a drink and a chat

Oh, doesn't that excite you?

A drink and a chat with an old friend.

I don't know. I haven't been yet.

Anticipation, Ben. That's the difference
between us.

I anticipate things.

You mean you imagine that everything is
going to be beautiful until you get

there and find out that it isn't.
Whereas I knew it wasn't going to be

before I went.

What you suffer from is optimism.

Optimism? Is that what it is?

Oh, well I'm glad I've got it.

happy to be alive.

No, just amazed.

I wonder why I feel this way.

Perhaps you've fallen in love with
someone new and vital.

Well, why not?

Isn't it true that to be happy, a woman
has to be in a perpetual state of fever?

I've got to do 30 of these.

How do I know what happens while I'm in
my surgery pleading with people's teeth

to come out?

Milkman, bread. men, gas men, insurance
men. They've probably all come plodding

up my path, combing their hair and
muttering the extra marital prayer.

Oh, really? Is that what they do?

Oh, I'm in constant danger of being
seduced then, aren't I?

How lovely.

There'll be no rehabilitation problems
for you when I've gone.

I've got to do 50 of these.

Why? Why do you have to do 50 of those?

I read it in a health and beauty book.

It'll keep me supple.

between the cooker and the fridge.

I'll be able to stand in the middle of
the kitchen and swivel.

Oh, that's really funny, isn't it? Stand
in the middle of the kitchen and

swivel.

When I'm gone, you said.

Oh, Ria. I heard you. You said, when I'm
gone.

And your face was wearing its brave
look.

Well, they were just words.

I didn't mean where I'm gone.

if I go.

You're blackmailing me again with your
arteries.

And just when I'm beginning to feel fit
and agile and like a... like a... A

plant turning into a tree, I know.

You could do exercises too.

It's all there in the book. Your muscles
could be just as firm as mine.

Ria, I'm not going to join that army of
cranks who take vitamins and do

exercises.

They go around full of iron and entombed
in track suits.

My date of expiration is already marked
on the celestial calendar. When that

time comes, I shall leave the world with
pale, flabby dignity.

Ever since your 40th birthday, you've
been threatening to drop down dead.

I'm frightened to ask you to get the lid
off the marmalade.

I get feelings, that's all.

Read things, see things.

Once in a while, I get scared.

You asked me what kind of morning I'd
had. Well, that's what kind of morning

I've had.

In fact, that's what kind of day I've
had.

I wouldn't enjoy being alive if you
weren't alive with me.

It would be a rather useless
relationship.

So you will try to stay, won't you?

I will, yes.

I've got to do a hundred of these.

Onions, yes.

Vegetable oil and herbs I've already
got.

This recipe is quick and easy and
completely free from harmful fats.

Hello.

Hello.

Sorry, I can't talk to you now, Leonard.

And what is today's excuse?

I'm concentrating on Ben.

and stay alive.

Started losing his breath when he got up
to switch channels, has he?

Leonard, you're distracting me.

It has always been my hope.

Strange eyes you've got.

When I was a boy, I had a marble neck,
Pella.

Oh, I've forgotten the courgette.

Oh, my God, a culinary disaster.

She has forgotten the courgette.

so bloody silly, isn't it?

Look, you spend half your day jogging
through the park to keep fit. I'm going

spend half my day cooking the right
foods to keep my husband fit.

Now, what's so silly about that?

I do not jog to the exclusion of all
other things, do I? I do at least stop

talk to people.

Oh, we, uh... We are all trying to stay
alive.

But death is only regrettable when life
is full of lost opportunities.

Well, at least that'll never be said of
me.

Oh, I know I don't have much luck.

But unless you try, you have none at
all.

An excellent performance, sir.

Brilliant, wonderful, memorable.

Like a marrow that never grew up.

This recipe contains courgettes mainly.

Oh, good.

I'll have a bash at that.

There's nothing wrong, Ben. You've got a
heart like a native's drum.

Perhaps that twinge you had was fate.
It's made you aware of things.

Get some exercise.

Not just a Sunday butterfly hunt.

Every day.

Gentle at first.

Something positive.

The body's like a finely tuned engine.
Stick it in a traffic jam and its plugs

get oiled up.

Get it on the open road.

father objects to reading at the table.

How many years must we devote to telling
you?

Oh, I forgot.

Sorry. It's all right. It's all right.

Adam, leave the sugar alone.

Sorry. No, I don't mind. Please, carry
on. I don't actually mind.

You don't mind?

What kind of a statement is that?

Of course you mind. You mind everything.

This whole house is geared around the
things you mind.

All right, then.

How about that?

It's amazingly and incredibly all right.

Today, everything is all right. You can
stretch and yawn if you like.

Oh, great.

Russell, you cannot stretch and yawn.

Your father has never been able to cope
with the sight of your ribs.

And I, too, am now having second
thoughts about them.

It is not soup, Adam.

Well, it flows like soup.

Yes, well, that's the way my cooking is,
isn't it?

Things that are not soup flow like soup.

And things that are soup won't budge.

Well, don't sit there like disgruntled
wine tasters.

Let your faces pucker and crumble.

Utter all the utterances. It really
isn't that bad.

Not bad?

Of course it's bad. All my cooking is
bad.

And this is super bad.

I should know. I've had years of
practice to get it this bad.

I like the way you can't cook.

That way you don't seem like the average
mum. You seem more like a... Well, like

a... What does she seem like, Adam?

A woman.

Yeah, a woman, right.

Do men's mothers seem like women?

No. No, they just seem like mothers. Oh,
except guys' mothers.

Ooh, now she's something else.

I wouldn't mind being a salesman if I
thought someone like that was going to

open the door.

I say again.

Yes,

well, I think three is enough.

Another sort of conversation your father
can contribute to.

I don't know. I'm quite capable of
emitting erotic noises should it become

absolutely necessary.

You are acting out of character.

You're being tolerant. You're eating
without grimacing. You're not

Somewhere in the distance of your face,
I can see a smile.

Yes, well, I've explained I rather
approve of today.

Yesterday, I felt like a man trapped by
the tide, standing up to my neck in

water, waiting.

But somebody pulled the plug out, and
here I am.

Rather damp, but also rather relieved.

I haven't been plugged. What are you
talking about? Oh, by the way, from now

I'll be giving you extra allowance.
We'll forget about the screwdriver and

various other things.

You mean we're actually going to get
money in our hands, not bits of paper

headed damages and breakages?

I mean just that. Yes.

There's a dress in the shop round the
corner. You can have it.

I don't wish to give any explanation for
this sudden attack of generosity. Let

us just say that when a man comes...

through certain moments, he is left with
a clearer picture of life, a somewhat

rose -colored one, but enough to lead
him actually to believe that sharing...

What did you say this was again?

It's courgettes, mainly.

Well, that sharing courgettes with two
lazy scrounging doing nothing in

particular terms is, after all...

My arms around today's lunch, tomorrow's
breakfast.

Something to shine the furniture,
something to shine the floors.

Something to get the shirt whiter than
white.

Something to cope with any problem.

Except the problem of myself.

Hello. Oh, hello.

Oh, it's you.

I remember.

Hallelujah. I never did thank you
properly for trying to help me stop the

hunt.

It was all a bit aimless, really.

Not aimless, just unsuccessful.

Now, I realise you wouldn't want to
share my sandwich, but I'd be glad to

whatever you have in the bag.

I see people like you just drifting.

I always think that once you must have
been like me.

Sort of human train going along the
endless line.

Same view, same speed, same destination.

Every day, every, every day.

The only difference is that one morning
you decided not to go.

You derailed yourself. You escaped.

There's only one thing to escape from.

Love.

Love is the variation of the word
hopelessness.

Love is the fire in the serpent's mouth,
the sting in the scorpion's tail.

When love strikes, run like hell.

Is that why you're here? Because you
didn't like being in love?

Oh, I did, I did.

It was the burden of being loved that
finished me.

I had this woman.

Eternal summer it was.

I went to hurl like a bee goes to the
flowerbed.

But when she started loving me back, oh,
God bless us and protect us all the

saints and never again.

But there's not a lot of point being in
love with someone who doesn't love you

back. Did I not begin by saying how
hopeless it was?

I know someone who loves me and whom I
love back.

And I know someone else who I think
loves me.

And who I'm trying not to love.

Mother of God.

She might as well be trying to swim the
channel in her wellies.

Leonard!

Morning. Morning.

God bless us and protect us, all the
saints.

for this one.