All language subtitles for Butterflies s02e07 Lunch With Leonard.eng

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.

Goodbye.

You look quite good today.

I must put this on all the mirrors.

Another day beginning.

Ben is at the surgery.

Adam and Russell are at the swimming
pool.

And I...

I am just here, polishing in my highly
polished house.

I'm waiting for a miracle.

I don't mind what kind of miracle.

But it would be nice to see the ditty of
the leap into the sink.

Or to open the door and find the hall
decorating itself.

Or better still, To discover there's a
mistake on my birth certificate and I'm

not really as old as I am.

Oh, God.

Oven cleaner.

Hello? Ria?

Yes? It's me.

Hello, me.

I need to see you urgently.

What do you mean?

I mean that it's urgent that I should
see you. What the hell else would I

Are you hurt or depressed or stranded or
in trouble? Yes, I am all of those

things. But, Leonard, I... I know, I
know. You have a husband and sons and

all have stomachs and if you're not
there by lunchtime, they could become

extinct.

But it is important.

Where? At what time?

I am not here.

There is something for you all on the
table.

See you at dinner. Love, Ria.

P .S.

The fridge is a bit iced up.

But if you use the blow dryer on it,
you'll eventually strike ice cream.

Oh, my God.

Boy, what about that one in the black
bikini, eh?

You could take her to the party tonight.

Nah, I need someone with a bit of fat.

All those bones.

If we ever got it together, it'd be a
bit noisy.

What about the other one? The one in
blue?

The one that kept trying to rescue you?

Sick ankles, thin thighs.

Looked like she got her legs on upside
down.

Oh, come on, sunshine. Don't be so
fussy.

I mean, it's not as if you're going to
marry her or anything. It's just for one

night. I mean, all this grief just for
one night.

Hi, then.

Oh, yeah, hi.

Look, if I'm going to spend the night
with someone, she's got to be right, OK?

It's ten hours of my life, you know? Ten
whole hours. That's a lot of time.

Excuse me. OK, OK.

Old man.

Old man won't be much of a joke too long
from now. Ask Dad. Bet it took him by

surprise.

Not that you're old, Dad.

You're just an example, that's all, of
what it's like to be young one minute

and... At your peak, the next.

Right. You don't have to euphemise I am
old.

I like being old.

Because when you're old, you can look at
the young and be thankful it's all

over.

All over?

I mean being young is all over.

The physical absurdities that you're so
obsessed with remain, but they are

combined with wisdom.

Boy, had me worried for a minute there.

Have a look at you now.

Your lungs are filled with hot air, your
head with nothing, your stomach with

rubbish. What do you expect with mum's
cooking?

There's only one part of your anatomy
that interests you.

That won't earn you a living, I can tell
you.

Oh, I suppose I shouldn't begrudge you
these idle days.

Soon, I hope very soon, you'll meet
someone special.

She'll cast her rope.

From then on, you'll go through life as
smoothly and calmly as a lassoed

kangaroo.

I know, I've done it all, you see.

I've loved them and left them. Oh, yes.

I've had secret meetings in shop
doorways, Paris hotels, one -room flat

Paddington. I trooped from bed to bed,
laughing up my pyjama sleeve as I went.

Pyjamas.

Someone always comes along with her
rope.

Wine?

Leonard.

What is it?

You remember this table?

Yeah.

We first met here.

I know that.

You sat there, flicking your ash into my
trifle.

I must have been dreaming, you said.

And I've been dreaming ever since.

Leonard, you said it was urgent. I
thought you were dying.

Oh, I'm always dying.

Good afternoon, sir and madam. The menu.

No, thank you. We're not actually
eating. We're just reminiscing.

Forgive me, sir.

Come along.

Nerds, will you leave it plain?

Why have you brought me here?

We talked.

You said, I suppose dying is like
leaving a house you like.

Did I do this? Did I do that?

And I said, so you must do everything
before you go.

And this is where we first quarreled.

You threw your groceries all over me and
then you publicly executed your

shopping bag.

Okay, Dad. See you. See you. One moment,
please.

Ask where you're going.

To get us together for the party
tonight.

Adam's decided to go for the one in the
black bikini.

Yeah. I thought I'd do the whole bit
before someone comes round with that

you're talking about.

I see. And what about your mother?

Well, she threw a rope and she got you,
didn't she?

It was all sort of downhill from there.

I mean the lunch table. The mess left by
you for her.

Have you ever thought what it's like
being your mother?

Being faced every day by mundanities
such as this, she has a brain, you know.

May not function very well in the
kitchen, that's because she doesn't like

kitchen.

So wouldn't it be nice if we helped her
towards spending less time in the

kitchen? Yeah, sure, okay.

We'll clear the dishes, you can wash up.

Wait, I have considered the situation.

I can clear the table, you two can wash
up.

Fine.

Either of you remotely in danger of
getting a job yet, or am I suffering

hopeless bout of optimism?

We keep trying.

It's not easy, Dad.

I had two interviews last week.

Me and 20 other guys.

I even applied for the job of a lollipop
man.

Boy, what a comedown.

Yes. Well, I imagine the authorities
don't want our school children escorted

across the road by a UFO, do they?

Oh, I wasn't wearing this T -shirt then.

I was wearing my I am a sex maniac one.

Sorry, sorry, keep forgetting the
forbidden subject in this house is sex.

Don't know how we ever got to know the
fact of life.

Neither do I.

I'd intended to talk to you when you
were nine.

It was obvious that you knew more than I
did by the time you were five.

That's the trouble with today's
generation.

Nobody's young anymore.

Come into this world like little
computers, pre -packed with knowledge,

-armed with experience.

It's like rearing a Roman candle.

A few quick bursts of enthusiastic light
and then by the time you're 20,

nothing.

It's not that easy for us, having
backward parents.

Is that a joke?

Is it?

Right.

I may be a backward parent, but at least
I know which is the more tedious.

Clearing the dishes or washing and
drying them.

doing funny hours today. She said
something about washing up.

Okay. See you, Dad.

Ciao.

Nice boys.

Messy bloody hours.

One hour, yes, sir.

I loved a lady, alas, alack, she brought
joy to my senses.

But the burden upon my back is that
she's somebody else's.

Hello, I'd like to reserve a table,
please, for two.

Yes.

Oh, eight o 'clock?

Yeah, fine.

What?

Oh, yes, sir. A quiet place would be
very nice.

Very nice.

Parkinson's. Mr and Mrs Parkinson's.

Thank you.

Come on, eat up.

Poor old Thomas spent the entire morning
setting this up for me.

Leonard, what is it? What is all this
about?

It's about you and I having a meal
together.

And about me making decisions.

Decisions?

Yeah.

I never could manage prawns.

No matter how clever I am, I can never
undress them.

As a matter of fact, there's nothing on
that plate that I can manage.

Anyway, I don't know why people have to
eat together. Eating is undignified.

There is nothing romantic or sad or
memorable that can be successfully said

a mouthful of salad.

And with a man, eating always seems to
come before... Bed?

Oh, I don't know. I suddenly don't know
anything.

I mean, I followed you here on that
silly, childish tour to hear your flat.

I've always said to my sons, if anybody
invites anybody to somebody's flat, then

nobody's up to any good.

Well, something like that.

I wish you wouldn't just sit there
staring at me. It unnerves me

You've got mayonnaise on your chin.

The reason for this meal... And another
thing.

How dare you bring me here with Thomas?

How dare you?

Was it some sort of sordid joke?

A man -to -man thing, was it?

Please help yourself.

I've eaten most of it.

Tomatoes make a wonderful mess.

Was it?

All right, then. Let's get on with it.
Well, come on. We've done the this is

where we walked bit and this is where we
talked bit. We might as well do the

this is where we ruined it bit.

I haven't got time, actually.

Oh, I see. Thomas's hour is nearly up,
is it?

Well, we could skip all the
preliminaries and get right down to it.

I'll just open the windows and give him
the half -time whistle.

My wife will be arriving shortly.

She's coming back.

I'm meeting the train.

I just wanted a meal with you here,
that's all.

Seemed a nice thing to do.

And so it is.

Oh, we shall.

A meal together here.

To celebrate.

Why not?

Very nice.

Prawns are... Prawns are very nice.

I suppose I could acquire a taste for
anemones.

game, wasn't it?

You and I?

Yes.

Sort of very long, brief encounter?

Yes.

You don't even know each other?

No.

As for going to bed...

Always been my pleasure.

Make it work this time.

king of the road what do you want me to
do go out there and die hello remember

me oh it's you

Mum, there's no orange juice.

Try coffee.

Would you believe we're down on coffee?

You'll have to drink tea then, won't
you?

I hate to mention this, but there's no
milk.

Oh, dear.

You'll just have to take advice from
your T -shirt.

No, you're wasting your time, sunshine.

When she got there, the cupboard was
bare, Simon.

Oh, come on. It's nearly dinner time.

Hey, Mum, it's six o 'clock. I don't see
anything going on in the kitchen.

I'm kind of skinny, you know. One missed
meal and I could have difficulty being

noticed.

I just checked out the bread bin.
Nothing.

I was in the high street today.

I was watching people.

Great.

Yeah.

Whatever lights your candle.

I was watching housewives, mainly.

Women with shopping bags, women with
boxes, women with grim faces and oven

timers ringing in their heads.

I saw me.

Oh, come on, you're not like that. I am
like that. I'm just like that.

If I'm not buying food, I'm cooking
food. If I'm not cooking food, I'm

up after food.

I go crawling round that supermarket,
pushing that ridiculous basket.

I queue up at that till. I put my
groceries onto that rubber thing.

Some young cashier dares and yawns while
I try to find the right end of a

plastic bag.

And then she shoots my change at me down
a metal tube.

Guess you're just having a bad day.

I'm not having a bad day, Adam. On the
contrary, I'm having a good day. That's

why you're not getting any dinner.

Do you, um, do you want to talk about
it?

What? About what?

About whatever burnt you up today.

Well, something must have happened.

Dad's due home for supper any minute.

It's going to come as a bit of a shock
when he sits down to a bottle of nail

varnish and an emery board.

I told you I was standing in the high
street today, thinking.

I stood about a lot once, thinking.

When Annie left.

Yeah, he graduated from bed to the
settee to his feet.

Took his first meal a month later.

Very hilarious. Look, you might be
gloriously handsome, sunshine, but I'm

original sensitive and emotional guy.

There's no need to laugh, Russell.

You've got to experience standing about
in the high street.

It's not a place where one is forced to
ponder, to make decisions.

Adam, I imagine, decided not to kill
himself.

And I decided not to cook for dinner.

Great. So you're me and the chip pan
again?

Yep. Check out the food situation at the
party tonight. Yeah, right.

Hello.

Oh, uh, hi, Dan.

Hi. There's no dinner.

Oh, really?

Well, life consists of more important
things, doesn't it?

Yeah, except that if you don't eat, you
don't live.

No, life consists of doing a rewarding
job, putting one's weight, considering

another's need.

Yeah, that covers you, okay?

We don't kind of relate to those sort of
things.

And sometimes life consists of wanting
to take one's wife out for a meal, but

order to do so, having to pay one's son
to go out and have a meal. Oh, no, no,

it's all right.

We've built up this relationship with
the chip, then.

Rather take your meal than have to have
the kitchen redecorated.

Well, deep joy.

God, he's like a praying mantis, isn't
he?

Yeah.

Thanks, Dan.

Yeah. See you.

It smells delicious.

It smells like... I hate cooking
potatoes, I feel trapped vegetables, and

must be more to life than this omelette.

You've forgotten that what's more, I'm
not going to do it, pudding.

Oh.

Nothing for dinner and absolutely
nothing for dessert. How nice.

I've told Adam and Russell.

There's no dinner, I said.

You don't believe me, do you?

You think I've got a secret meal hidden
away in a secret place.

And that when you're all lying across
the table with bulging eyes and inflated

stomachs, I'll give in.

I'm not thinking anything.

I'm just sitting here with that joyous
little feeling a man gets when he's

to be shot.

I don't care anymore.

What don't you care about anymore?

Food.

Housework. Anything?

I saw myself today, hundreds of me,
outside the supermarket.

Worn faces, eyes like the windows of an
empty house.

Everything's spoiled.

Look at these.

Well, they wouldn't exactly fit in the
soft -as -your -face adverts, would

You could grate cheese on my hands.

Anyway, there's no dinner.

Good. Because we're going out to dinner.

I've already booked a table.

Well, go on.

Go and get ready.

When you stood in the high street that
day, you know, when Annie left, did you

ponder and make decisions?

Yeah. Yeah, I made one decision.

What was that?

Still kind of like Danny.

Here?

Yes. Thought I'd make a change.

No, Ben, I don't like it here.

But I booked a table.

There's another place down the road.
Couldn't we go there, please?

But why?

We've never even tried this place.

It's just a feeling.

Please.

Is this the place?

No, no, not here.

It's...

Don't

park the car.

I'll park

the

car, darling. See you in a minute.

Yeah. All right.

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.

Love is like a butterfly, a rare and
gentle

thing.

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