All language subtitles for Butterflies s02e08 Christmas With The Parkinsons

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

multicolored moods of love are like its
saddened 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.

Are you finished?

Merry Christmas.

Thank you.

Merry Christmas, sir.

Oh, no, no. Thank you.

adam or russell please they're not up
yet perhaps if you try later they begin

twitch about noon i've got a buzz right
now but could you tell them that sure

was an okay thing they came on with last
night wowee deep joy and a merry

christmas okay

Hi, Dave.

Rafe called for a wrap. He says he has
to buzz right now.

OK, fine.

But that sure was an OK thing you came
on with last night.

Great.

Wowee and deep joy, he said.

Are you in any trouble with that thing?
I mean, you will eventually snap back

into position.

It's the Holden -Bill technique.

Ah.

Yes.

I've just been in to Adam. He's standing
there with a chest expander. God, he's

puny.

Oh, he's been in mortal combat with that
thing for weeks.

Hold and build, he calls it, but he
doesn't seem to have built anything yet.

Well, thin is beautiful, so they say.

As long as you've got enough hip bone to
stop your jeans falling down.

Oh.

Oh, isn't it a wonderful thing?

Stretching. Yes.

It's sensual.

Like being born.

Well, not exactly like being born.

Being born must be awful.

I had hoped to have an uncomplicated
moment just drinking coffee with my wife

bed.

Both of us in bed.

Instead, there seemed to be several of
you and only half of me.

Ria, are you trying to seduce me?

No, I'm stretching and yawning.

Ah, but that's not the usual, hey -ho,
have a good scratch and away we go, is

it? It's more subtle, more dangerous.

I don't know what you're talking about.

Every day millions of men miss their
train because of that sort of thing.

How lucky they are.

Oh, yes, it's all there. The female
gaze, the casual arrangement of the

the rationing out of the bed.

What do you want and can I afford it?

There's been something odd about you for
the past few days.

You've been following me.

About the house, around the bed.

Hanging on to me.

It's been like trying to fight off a
very possessive scar.

What have you done?

Nothing. I've done nothing.

And I want nothing.

At moments like this, I think I know how
God felt when he discovered he'd

outwitted himself by giving woman a
mind.

Why don't we just have that?

uncomplicated cup of coffee you were
talking about.

Thanks.

This has got to be the most complicated
cup of coffee I've ever had.

There's something on her mind.

I can see it peering at me from her
eyes.

In a moment, she'll ask me what I want
for breakfast to make me feel secure and

cared for.

Then she'll go down there and deal the
toast like an irate card player.

Or a leg into its cup from a great
height.

Even the lumped sugar will land in my
coffee like a great boulder.

All this and Christmas.

I wonder what Christmas is really like.

I don't see much from the kitchen.

It's like travelling along a beautiful
country lane in a closed van.

Three whole days locked in a tiled cell
with a dead turkey.

Serve it hot, serve it cold, with salad,
with chips, in a sandwich.

And when it's all over, we'll both be
thoroughly knackered.

Except I'll be worse off, because I'll
still be alive.

What are you thinking?

Oh, nothing.

Well, perhaps I was thinking how lucky
we are, just sitting here like this,

drinking coffee.

Yes, that's what I was thinking too.

What would you like for breakfast?

I saw your letters on the car seat. I
know you have to pass this box on your

home. It seems probable.

Oh, and these, really?

I know.

Childish, isn't it?

But I've missed seeing you.

Seeing me? You weren't seeing me. You
were bumping into me.

Oh, yes, accidentally.

Like the hound bumps into the fox.

Your wife, is she still back with you?

Some of her is.

What does that mean?

It means that some of her isn't.

Some of her has gone forever.

You mean love?

Love? Why are you so obsessed by that
word? What the hell has love got to do

with anything?

Oh, I'm sorry. I'm just a poor, health
-bound creature.

While the rest of the world is
remodernising human emotions, I am

through the pink bubbles of my washing
-up liquid.

You talk about love as if we have a
right to it.

Love is that little red apple at the top
of that big tree, the one that you want

but you can't reach. And why?

Because when you were born, they forgot
to give you a bloody letter.

Then why don't you bloody...

I lost my temper, Thomas.

For no reason.

I'm always doing it. You should never
bring apples into the conversation, sir.

They created havoc between Adam and Eve.

I'll switch the moaning fellas off while
I'm working.

Of course, yes.

half, you know. One more go, one more
go.

Come on.

Can't get past three somehow.

Press that one.

Okay, okay, don't hassle me.

I'll make you blue. My turn.

Hi, Dad.

Hi.

This is a great game, Dad.

To blow your mind.

Are we disturbing you?

No, no, no, no, no.

No, I like... Like flashing Christmas
trees, singing Christmas cards and games

that light up and buzz, they have all
the restful qualities of Las Vegas.

Bloody overcrowded, this house is.

there's more balloons

I'm sorry I'm late, but lunch is
unavoidable.

I'll have a time machine for help.

It's all right. Nothing will help.

Hi, Mum.

I set the oven timer, like you said.

Smells good.

Smells good.

Psychology, psychology.

It won't be long. I'm just waiting for
it to identify itself.

No need to rush.

Take it quietly.

Could you move these things off the
table, please? Sure.

Fine.

I know for you, eating has no sense of
ritual, but for me it's one of the few

pleasant and refined social activities
left.

Hey, Mark, can we do anything to help?

You could fast.

It's cheese and tomato pizza. I'm just
telling you in case you don't recognise

it.

It's lunch, not it's a knockout.

Well, I was in late and... So what? It's
no hassle.

Be a day late. Be a year.

We'll wait.

Yeah.

I'll just get the food.

Now, look, we've been through moments
like this before.

The simple rule is, no matter what your
mother brings out of that kitchen, we

look at it, one, without registering any
emotion, and two, without uttering one

derogatory word, gasp, or moan.

Yes. Wow.

It's no good.

Nothing's any good.

Stay where you are. Just stay where you
are.

Now, come on.

Everything's fine.

I'm not cut out for this job.

When I was 14, I wanted to go to Africa
on roller skates.

You're just going to sit down here.

That's it. You sit there and I'll serve
lunch. Shall we?

I'll do it.

I'll do it.

Hi, Mum.

Hi.

Christmas, you see.

Christmas, it frightens me.

I spend all year in that kitchen doing
it wrong.

Nothing comes out of that oven that you
couldn't successfully resurface the road

with.

Sure, you've got talent.

Some people only manage to bring food
out of the oven.

And then along comes Christmas, and it's
like exam time.

Peas cling to each other, custard
trebles its weight.

Everything lands on the plate like a
meteorite.

I should have gone to Africa on roller
skates.

glad you didn't, because if you hadn't
married Dad, we wouldn't be around.

Hey, just think.

Because certain people aren't getting
married. Certain people aren't being

Just a front in thought.

All right, I'm just persuading it to
leave. Go, that's all.

Come on, it's no sweat.

Yes, he got the pizza wrong. Who's
worried?

Your father's worried.

Oh, he doesn't say so, but the way to a
man's heart is definitely to his

stomach. No, you took the circular road.

So long as you got there.

And you did.

Lunch is served.

There.

There.

There.

For a moment I thought there wasn't
enough to go round.

There.

Ben, I cooked some sprouts.

I was in a bit of a hurry getting them
out of the pan.

They're in the sink.

out of order, sir.

It isn't out of order, Thomas. I
checked.

It is Christmas Eve tomorrow, Thomas.
All I want to do is wish you a happy

Christmas.

Don't you think you ought to give up,
sir, now that your wife has come back?

Give up, Thomas? Give up what? What has
possibly happened between her and me

that I could ever want to give up?

The dreams.

You're forgetting.

I'm a man who won't give up smoking, who
won't give up drinking.

Hardly like to give up dreaming, am I?

That's the secret of my success, Thomas.

I never give up.

Thomas! There was a young fellow from
Cheen who took up jogging to keep his

lean.

When he began, wherever he ran, he kept
tripping over.

Coming, sir.

Come on, hurry up. Okay, okay.

Thanks, Mum.

Would you kindly put those back, please?

They're for tomorrow.

Oh, boy.

Everything has to wait for tomorrow.

Not everything, Adam. You can make your
beds today.

I can't cope with all this domestic
stuff.

I'm going to have to get married.

You'll have to find someone desperate
enough first.

Listen, sunshine, women go crazy for me.

I have a quiet magnetic quality.

Oh, yeah?

That way you can never get your
wristwatch to work.

OK, Mum.

I'll see you.

Adam, if anyone accepts the invitation
on your T -shirt, make it her place,

you?

I'll see you in the car, Adam. Yeah, OK.

See you, Mum.

See you.

very much either.

Ruby, could you do something with that
turkey?

They've sent me all of it this year.

Nice bacon, isn't it?

Perhaps if you... Oh, I don't know. It's
all... Oh,

get rid of his head and things, shall I?

Leonard, you're right. You do only live
once, and it is very short.

I'll be in the park in one hour.

It is Christmas. You have a busy
afternoon, sir.

Ah, well, I'll just go twice round the
park.

Sir? Hmm?

Have you forgotten something?

Oh, yes, sir.

Yes, thank you, Thomas.

Have an hour.

That's damn silly, isn't it?

You know, someone bought it for me last
year and actually expected me to go to

bed in it.

I know.

Christmas brings out all the nonsense in
people.

Do you know, someone sent us this awful
Christmas card this year. And when you

open it, it plays this horrendous
squeaky version of Jingle Bells.

I've got this great fear of Christmas.

And as I see the first bits of tinsel
hanging in the shops, I'm filled with

doom.

All this pretend merriment, all this
eating and drinking and buying people

things you need yourself.

All the ordinary things of life are
suddenly gift -wrapped.

The house is filled with bows and bells
and dishes.

I'm not very domesticated, you see.
Trying to keep me in the kitchen's like

trying to keep a moth in a parrot cage.

Well, I'm one of the eaters and
drinkers.

I just sit there, consuming everything.

Rather like a giant seal, swallowing his
fish.

Oh, I must go.

I've got three giant seals at home, and
I'm the one who throws the fish.

I, um...

It's awkward.

Buying presents, I mean, for you.

For someone who is... Who's married.

Yes, I know.

I know, I wanted to buy you something,
but... Well, as you say, it is, it's

awkward.

Yes, it's done.

Is it a leaf?

I don't see what's wrong with a card
that plays jingle bells.

Not you.

Oh!

Oh,

it's you.

Oh, thank goodness it's you. I thought
you were a mince pie.

I was being chased by an army of mince
pies.

I leapt off the hot plate with a view to
landing safely on the jelly.

But it hadn't fed and I had to swim
right across the dish.

I'm glad you made it.

Oh, it was so real.

Thank God you didn't land on the
blancmange. We'd never have got you out.

Oh.

It's here.

Christmas Day.

Look, um, it's only six o 'clock.

Supposing I go make breakfast?

Oh, Ben, that'll be twice with you.

Then we can have a nice, quiet, present
opening beginning to the day.

Like we had once before marriage.

And children.

And all the other pleasant but intrusive
things of life.

You mean a romantic breakfast?

The kind you'd have with a lover?

Well, yes, if you insist on analysing it
completely.

The kind you have when you sip coffee,
undo little ribbons, open little boxes,

and then make passionate love amongst
the wrapping paper.

Maybe I won't bother about breakfast.

Good morning, Pope. Breakfast for two,
to be followed by a grand present

-opening ceremony to be held in the main
dining room.

We wish you a great Christmas. We wish
you a great Christmas. We wish you

a great Christmas and a space of New
Year.

Oh, sorry, forgot the musical
accompaniment.

Thank you.