All language subtitles for Butterflies s03e02 Rubys Crisis

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

multicolored moves of love are like its
saddened wings.

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

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

Thank you.

That is my world, that house.

It contains all the things I need and
represents everything I work for.

And I don't understand anything that
goes on in it.

Poor old sod.

I'll emigrate.

Bloody emigrate.

Can't get into them boys' rooms. They're
rubbish.

I could do with a bloody angry name.

Everybody leaves in a rush these days,
Ruby.

Adam's upset with his lorry driving.

Russell goes with him for the ride. The
whole house is empty by eight o 'clock.

Oh, Ruby.

I wish something bizarre would happen.

I've given up hoping for something
exciting to happen. Bizarre would do.

I'd like to lie in bed for years.

I'd quite like the house to fall down.

Being intravenously fed with tea.

Sort of just disappear.

I'd have a Valium for me breakfast.

No dinner.

And a Moggydon for me supper.

I'd like to be a gypsy.

I'd sleep right through until it was
time to die.

The sound of horses, the smell of wood
smoke.

Time to die?

I'd just switch off the tea urn and I'd
slip away.

Well, that's a bit drastic, isn't it?

I've got me problems.

Oh, Ruby.

Of course you do, we all do. I mean,
mine are blatantly obvious.

I'm your cliché bored housewife.

My husband is a busy, successful man. My
children no longer need me.

My mind is full of wild dreams that I'm
too exhausted to follow.

And now, as if to rob me of all hope, I
think I need glasses.

But you, you're sensible and balanced.
What problems could you possibly have?

A steel thing. I mean, no matter what
goes on in this house, there you are,

drifting about completely together.

Demi, you pick things up and put them
in.

Then...

Old man's got a good job I don't want
for nothing.

Perhaps you're imagining it. People do,
you know, under stress.

Perhaps you just thought about stealing,
but you never actually do it.

Perhaps I was wrong.

Ruby, where exactly did you get these?

Mason's. The store with the friendly
smile.

Is this all?

No, that's only today.

You mean you do it every day?

At Sundays.

They're closed on Sundays.

But you make it sound so easy.

Not easy. I'm just very good at it.

Ruby, do you want to end this
conversation or should we talk some

Oh, this cushion's got a tear in it. I'd
like to help you, Ruby.

It's probably them boys.

You see... You could land in trouble,
but if we talk, and if we start by

to find out why you do this thing...
Bloody life, isn't it?

Same boring, bloody saga we wake up to
every morning.

It's husbands and sons and daughters and
mothers and

dogs and money and time.

My time.

It's me only.

Oh, Ruby.

I do know what you mean.

Here.

Have another cushion.

Hello.

Hello.

What are you doing here?

I'm waiting for Ruby. She's in that shop
over there.

What are you doing here?

Oh, I just thought I'd sit here and wait
for the world to end.

Well, if you want to avoid me, you'll
have to stop sitting on seats right

opposite my office.

Funny, isn't it?

We're living in a time when everything's
possible.

When almost anybody can do almost
everything.

You get up so miserable.

That's because the majority of them
aren't themselves.

There's a nagging person in the
background.

And equally, they are the nagging person
in somebody else's background.

Some of us have managed to shake off
that particular vicious circle.

Oh, how clever you are, Mr Married,
Separated, Divorced, Living With, Not

With. How well you've got it all worked
out.

You've got a versatile face.

Without actually speaking, it can make
evil little remarks.

It's probably something to do with the
khaki -coloured eyes.

Hazel, it says in my passport.

Oh, then it must be true.

You must let me read it for myself
sometime.

Preferably at an airport.

Leonard. We could nip over to Rome. You
know, really break out.

I could wander around the Piazza Navona
while you ring up your husband to see if

he's boiled his egg properly.

Is that how it all seems?

That is how it all seems.

There's Ruby. I must go. I'm helping
her.

She... She's got a little problem.

Oh, God, another one who can't boil her
own egg.

That would be.

Everything all right?

The receipt's in there.

Come on, let's go and have a look.

Ruby, have you got another 5p for the
meter? Oh, yeah, I've got one in here

somewhere.

I don't know why I've done it.

35. Already got three of them.

like rustling.

I mean, you never know these days. You
might have been... Dead?

Well, that would have solved a problem
or two.

Anyway, you're not, so I'll go.

Like a sandwich?

It's all right. They're not poisoned.

Thank you.

You seem to have been here all night.

I mean, it's only 8 .30 now.

Right.

Don't your parents mind? I mean, isn't
it a bit risky?

Somebody could come along here with a
combine harvester and you could end up

over the place.

I've left home.

Oh.

Going to London.

Everybody does, yes.

So what went wrong?

By that, I mean, which parent did you
decide to hate?

It's dead boring at home.

He sits there with a newspaper over his
head, and Mum hovers round the table,

giving a breakdown on the price of food.

Like a talking calculator she is.

Dead boring.

Are you a father?

I bet you're dead boring too.

I teach dear kids, do you, about right
and wrong.

How it was when you were young. Using
words like society today, the decline of

the moral standard.

Oh, you're all the bleeding same.

It was nice having breakfast with you.

I'm sure you'll go marching off into the
world, enriching it with your jovial

approach.

It's not our fault that you're bored.

And boring.

By the time it reaches you, there'll be
no stopping it.

Wait.

It's rather like Russian roulette, isn't
it?

There.

You can all start.

I've got to finish the ironing.

Aren't you eating with us?

No, I've been inhaling it all morning.

Oh, hey, Mum, could you get round to my
pink shirt?

just to put the whole lot straight
through the liquidiser? Sorry.

I made an egg custard, by the way.

What a mess.

I was reading a new scientist about
battery hens. OK, OK, skip the details.

No, if people knew the suffering that
goes on in a factory farm, they wouldn't

eat half the things they do.

Well, that's not strictly true, Adam.
You know about my suffering in the

kitchen, and you still sit there,
waiting.

Yeah, but no matter how bad your output
is, we don't send you to have your

throat cut, do we?

OK, sunshine, skip it.

I'm up to your pink shirt now, Russell.

Great. Oh, it's got face powder all over
it still.

Couldn't you get your girlfriends to
wear masks when they're closing in on

I'll put it to them, yeah.

Funny how each shirt has its own
personality.

Russell, smell of make -up. Adam, smell
of perfume.

And your father's smell of that stuff he
fills people's teeth with.

Yeah.

Dad has all the fun.

I don't know why they're not ironing
their own clothes.

Oh, come on, Dad.

There are some things in life a guy must
avoid.

Like work, you mean?

Work's OK, if you can get it.

Ironing? Out.

And what if you were living alone?

I'd have a visiting lover.

Or a chick next door going crazy for my
body.

Right now, I've got Mum.

I've got all three.

If I notice.

Oh, wives is something else. You can
control mothers and lovers. Trying to

control a wife is like taking a Great
Jane out on a piece of cotton.

We're just not ready for that kind of
grief.

Grief? You don't even know what it is.

Listen, acne is grief.

Yeah, I'm not being able to kiss
properly for a whole year. I never knew

do with my nose.

And flat feet, that's a real grief.

And being bored.

And being broke.

And being young. And feeling old. And
ironing.

Oh, it's all grief.

Yes. Well, I think we've established
that you're all reasonably suicidal.

Would you stop threatening everybody
with that potato?

It's funny.

I was saying today to... to a friend, I
was saying, how miserable everybody

look.

It's fashionable somehow to have a
collection of problems. Take Ruby, for

instance. Now, who would think that the
quiet, plodding Ruby was actually under

great stress?

How old's Ruby?

What's that got to do with it?

Just that it might be...

Her age, that's all.

Oh, yes, of course, I'd forgotten.

Once we're over 40, we're too old to
have actual emotions.

Our hormones pack up and go, leaving our
mouths making mindless hysterical

noises. I didn't mean that. Of course
you meant that. All men mean that.

A man chatted me up not so long ago in
the park.

Do you mind if I sit here, he said.

It's a lovely day, he said.

I've seen you in the park before, he
said.

My wife... at that funny age, he said.

And then off he went with his giant
digital watch and his moon boots.

Well, I guess we're all at that funny
age.

I would like not to be included in your
statistics, if you don't mind. My only

immediate problem is the egg custard.

Adam, you haven't finished.

Oh, that's it for me, Mum. Thanks.

Can't you eat the cabbage?

I ate the cabbage. I just can't make the
stalks.

Cabbage cost 80 pence. 80 pence. And the
potatoes, 60 pence.

In fact, that whole meal cost... Ria.

You get them to clean the garage, I get
them to eat cabbage.

That whole meal cost a fortune. To say
nothing of my time and my effort. But

don't you think it may be, uh, boring?

I mean, when these two do leave home...
Oh, bliss!

they left with pleasant memories of
mealtime at home.

Just a passing parental thought.

I'll get the egg custard.

You never see me sitting with a
newspaper over my head, do you?

All right?

Oh, good. That's three mornings now,
Ruby.

I'll still get the urge.

Oh, we'll get rid of that eventually.

I'll give you a lift.

You can drop me at the pet stores.

Food for the dog. And the cat.

And the hamster. And that budgie.

Bloody lot I've got.

You know, my old man doesn't get on with
my kids.

He keeps on at them.

Telling them he's ashamed of them and
that.

Well, the world's full of them punk
people now, isn't it?

The other day, my Abbie says, I'll fight
fire with fire in future. There's what

I'll do.

This morning, he went to work with a
safety pin in his ear.

Little things like that, isn't it? What
sets up all the worrying?

Yes, Ruby.

It's very little big things like that.

What's he on about?

Bloody cheek.

Probably wants to park his car.

Why didn't he let you out then?

Move over!

I am returning your knickers.

Ben, don't go. Wait for me.

I'll be ten minutes late.

We will lunch together.

From now on, we will always lunch
together.

Ria.

God, I feel old.

The world, it seems, is striding on.

Progress, they call it.

Everything is becoming computerised.

The grass is full of strontium, the
cattle full of hormones, the air full of

lead.

Soon it'll be spray -on clothes, capsule
for lunch and sex on a stick.

I don't seem to fit anymore.

The whole world's changing, and here I
sit.

The same.

Are you all right?

Yeah?

I'm fine.

Just fine.

Tolerance. I must have more tolerance. I
must move with the rest of them.

You get the cassette.

Okay.

Hi, Dad.

I didn't know she was there.

She wouldn't think anything.

There's nothing to think.

It could have been Ben.

Leonard, I asked you to come here today
on that same mission we came on one year

ago.

All this has got to end.

All this? All this or what? All this.

Whatever it is.

I am married, you know. That is fact.

Just meeting and talking like this puts
my whole life at risk.

But when you charge up the road waving
my knickers, it becomes ridiculous.

Look, these days, it doesn't matter... I
am not a product of these days,

Leonard.

Until me, with all my morals and
inhibitions and fears.

We don't really change, you see.

If I were unimportant to you, you would
have laughed at the incident.

I have a lunch appointment with my
husband.

It's what we know, isn't it?

Go.

Maria.

Go.

You mean absolute go?

The go that means go?

You're still there.

Will you be long?

Oh, I love you, Ben.

I... I love you. I really do love you.

Oh.

I just wanted you to know that.

This is our final lunch together. Are we
going to the guillotine?

You never were very romantic, were you?

Who knows?

Everything's ready.

I made it before I went out.

We'll just wait a little longer for the
wine to chill.

You know, I was thinking a moment ago
about Adam and Russell.

I suppose we are lucky having them here
in this house.

I mean, most kids have left home.

Got to live in some...

Seedy bed fit with equally seedy friends
all doing their own unimaginable thing.

Oh, yes, we are very lucky.

I wish I could be like you.

Be their friend.

Their mate, if you like.

Not that I want to dance with them the
way you do.

God, can you imagine it? The arthritic
waltz.

Your body could probably manage, but
your face would never approve.

Underneath the arches We'll dream our
dreams away

Underneath the arches On cobblestones
we'll

lay Pavements as our pillow No matter
where we

stray Underneath the arches We'll...

the surgery sometime.

It isn't easy, is it? Changing?

No, darling.

It isn't easy.

Lunch.

It's a little present for all you've
done.

I expect you've got enough to think
about without me.

Oh, Ruby, you needn't... It was no
trouble. Oh.

I've paid for it

with money.

Love is love.