All language subtitles for Butterflies s04e03 Pot

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.

We've got to get them out. Don't shout,
sunshine.

Don't shout.

We've got to get them out.

Mum and Dad will be back this afternoon.

Yeah, OK.

You move them, I'll... coffee.

All right, come on, on his back!

Come on, wakey -wakey, it's Monday
morning and all is well.

All right, come on, up! Up, up, up, up,
up, up.

Now listen. One, repeat, one black
coffee each and out. Okay?

Thank you.

Easy now.

Welcome back, folks.

What time's dinner?

There don't seem to have been any
disasters while we've been away.

Nothing seems to have exploded or caught
fire.

Thank you.

I'm glad we stayed the extra night.

Maybe we should have stayed a little
longer.

It was just right.

Oh, they must have had a friend in.

Some sort of tobacco.

Smells like stale talcum powder.

It's pot, isn't it? Oh, come on, Ben.
We're modern parents with modern sons.

What next, I wonder?

It might not be Russell and Adam.

They're not the type.

Adam couldn't take it for a start.

He's not built for it.

Carrie sends him into a spasm.

We go away for 48 hours and come back to
this.

I mean, it's not as if they're crushed
by responsibility, is it?

If they're not stagnating in their beds,
they're sitting around that table like

fledglings waiting for someone to cram
something into their mouths.

All you've described is sleeping and
eating. Everybody sleeps and eats.

Yeah, but most people do something else
in between, don't they?

All right, so they can't get work.

They could weave the garden, paint the
house.

You ask them to do a simple thing like
put the kettle on, they look at you as

they don't speak English.

Well, at least they don't go around
mugging little old ladies.

As a parent, am I supposed to be
grateful for that?

These days, yes.

Young people are broke and bored. It's a
time of adjustment.

The usual pattern of school and work and
progress and hope have gone.

They've had to learn to be idle.

You're not strict enough with them. But
they're grown men. You can't be strict

with men.

You devote too much of your time to
them. You cook for them, you wash for

you make their beds.

Heaven help us if the scientists come up
with a portable ventilator. They'll

give up breathing.

So it's my fault.

I didn't say that.

Oh.

I merely suggested that you encourage
them to do something for themselves.

I don't mind what it is. They can start
with minor things, like putting their

own milk in their tea.

I mean, who knows? They might even get
on to higher things, like pouring it.

If you slam that milk jug down, I will
really lose my patience.

A lot of good a trip to Paris has done
for us.

I will not be blamed for the things our
sons do.

Not that, in my opinion, they do
anything much, considering they've got a

father. who undermines and criticises
them, and sits round that dinner table

making caustic little remarks.

Anyone looked up the word work yet?

Could you stop playing with the sugar,
please? This is a dinner table, not

Brighton Beach.

Oh, and your favourite.

All you ever think about is sex.

If you were to use your brains with as
much fervour as you use other parts of

your anatomy, we could all be rich.

Perfectly reasonable observations, I
would have thought.

At least I show them love and
understanding.

At least I think about how difficult it
must be without jobs and money.

At least I don't see any harm in playing
with the sugar.

And as far as sex is concerned, why
shouldn't they be obsessed with it? We

once.

Oh, Ben, I'm sorry.

Oh, it's all right.

It's just that they're my sons. I have
this female need to protect them.

Well, you've seen thrushes.

In the garden do it, and whales do it.

I mean, if a child whale strands itself
on the beach because it's sick, the

mother whale goes with it.

It's how we are.

From what I know of whales, the father
whale strands himself too.

Yeah, but damn it, I've only been back
from New York three days.

a new car.

It's your duty, she says.

After all, you divorced me. I don't see
why I should suffer.

Isn't there a law governing these
matters, sir?

Yes, Thomas, there is a law.

But by the time I pay for it, I could
buy ten cars.

It's my first one, Thomas. Explain that
to your face, will you?

Right, well, we'll get this place tidied
up and then we're back in business

again. You have an appointment in ten
minutes, sir.

Miss Davidson.

She's applying for the post of
secretary.

Oh, yes.

I'd forgotten.

I'll take her for lunch.

I feel a new era approaching, Thomas.

And a new me emerging.

I'm coming up through life's soil in
spite of the weed killer.

Goodbye, dear lady.

What was your name again?

May I say how sorry I am, sir?

Sorry, Thomas, why sorry?

What about the lady, sir, and
everything?

Oh, don't be. There never was any future
in it, I knew that.

She was like Cinderella.

She always had to get back to that
bloody kitchen before it struck noon.

It must have been difficult for her,
sir. You had an effect on her.

Oh, yes, I did have an effect on her.

When I gave her an ultimatum, she sobbed
all over the park bench and then threw

herself under a passing pram.

In fact, she sat there as hard and as
cold as the Cornish coast.

And that's how they are, Thomas, women.

Just as you are groping your way through
all the obstacles with the nerve ends

of your soul bared, they turn the bloody
lights out.

I'm afraid I'm rather inexperienced in
these matters, sir.

I met my wife when my voice was just
coming out of the soprano's head.

She's a nice...

Comfortable woman.

Going home to her is a little like
taking one's wellies off.

Well, you're a lucky man, Thomas.

A lucky man.

Going home to my wife was like climbing
into the liquidiser.

But no more.

No more.

I shall steer my mind away from thoughts
of the flesh and concentrate on the

spiritual and the financial qualities of
my life.

But you are very fortunate, sir. You
have health, money.

Ability. Looks.

Looks.

And freedom.

And a tortoise, Thomas.

And a tortoise.

Thank you, Thomas.

About school. Thomas?

Excuse me, sir.

Yes,

Tom? I was wondering if you were aware,
sir.

Oh, I am aware of everything, Thomas.

That's what makes me so successful.

So, what did you expect?

He's free.

I mean, it couldn't go on forever.

And if you won't go to his bed, there
are plenty who will.

So, why don't you just pull yourself
together and concentrate on being old?

And anyway, supposing you did have an
affair, where would you go?

A little hotel close enough to home so
that you can keep a check on the oven?

Here's the place, with Thomas on guard
outside.

Or were you going to keep the touching
subtlety of it all and do it in the back

of the mini?

Oh, Beth, it'll all pass.

Please don't go away.

Please wait for me.

I wonder if they have kitchens in
heaven.

Can I get all the way up there and find
everybody waiting for lunch?

Mrs. Parkinson.

Mrs. Parkinson?

Jeannie!

Heavens! How are you?

Well, good to have been fitted up with
tableizers.

It's got to be any minute.

Yes, any minute.

I know.

You're wondering what's happening
between Russell and me.

Well, he did finally tell us you were
pregnant.

And as soon as we started making all the
caring family noises, he said that you

and he were sorting it out.

I've tried to talk to him since, but he
won't let me.

Oh, it's all a bit of a muddle, really.

Marriage frightens me.

People change when they get married.

Marriage is a commitment, that's why.

Suddenly definite.

Suddenly shared.

And suddenly less exciting.

No.

Well, it's a different kind of
excitement.

It's not such an excited excitement.

When you're lovers, you do things for
each other because you want to.

When you're married, you do things for
each other because you should.

I never do anything for Ben unless...
Unless he wants me

to.

I mean, haven't you changed over the
years?

Hasn't he?

Change is a problem of life, Jeannie.
Not just of marriage.

Then don't you think we should stay
separate?

So that when we change, we don't hurt
anybody.

I'm sorry.

How can you answer that when your
marriage has worked? When your kids are

grown?

And here you are, looking good.

And doing what you want.

Anyway, please don't tell Russell we
met.

It'll break the silence.

I always think there's a certain kind of
silence between people, which is

intriguing.

Don't you?

Yes.

This over's spreading the dust again.

I'll attend to it later.

It's like pushing a bloody lawnmower.

Hi.

Have a good time.

Very nice, thank you.

Bonjour, papa.

Where's mum?

She's gone shopping.

Oh, yeah, we bought some food. It's in
the car.

Now, leave that for now. I want to talk
to you, Beth.

Oh, yeah, well, can I have a quick bath
first? Only we're going out, mate, so

then the water can be heating up for us.

No, you can't. Oh, come on, I'll only be
a couple of minutes.

Oh.

Right.

Well, yeah.

Oh, right. Well, yeah. You grow more
articulate every minute.

It was an expression of surprise,
though.

Shock, even.

I see.

I'm glad it shocked you, because it
certainly shocked me.

Well, no, it doesn't shock us. Are you
finding it does?

It is yours, then?

Uh, no.

It's a friend's.

So it's a friend who smokes pot?

Well, no, he just happened to be
carrying it.

Um, we all smoke it.

All?

All our friends.

Have you any idea what the stuff does to
you?

Yeah.

It dulls your mind.

It immobilises your thinking and
reasoning.

It turns you into a blob.

Not that there'd be any notable
difference in your case.

Oh, for God's sake, why?

Why?

It's something you're into or you're
not, Dad. It's hard to explain.

You mean I'm too old and feeble and out
of touch to understand?

It kind of gives you a buzz, that's all.

It heightens your perception.

You hear and see things more sharply.

You just sort of lay back and get
yourself together.

Are you revving up for another bout of
profound wisdom, or is that it?

That's it, then.

Yeah, that's it.

You are breaking the law, do you realise
that?

The tax on your car's out of date, then.

Oh, yeah.

Yeah, we noticed that on the way in.

I'll say this once and once only.

You will not smoke pot in this house.

I forbid it, do you understand?

We'll need a minute to think about that,
Dad.

By all means, think.

Perhaps if you'd thought more often, the
situation wouldn't have arisen.

We've thought, Dad.

And we'll smoke it in our friend's
house.

It's a stage we're going through, that's
all.

And after this stage, what other
delights am I to be subjected to?

There's a great carnival of trends out
there yet.

Will it be glue -sniffing, head
-banging, the moon is?

His light just isn't switched on, is it?

All right.

I have appealed to you and failed.

You ought to try that.

It takes some of the hassles out of your
head.

You're not children. I can't send you to
your rooms. I can't stop you collecting

your social security. And since you are
of...

unmanageable size and have back thighs
as top as butcher's blocks, I can't give

you a good hiding place.

I can, however, wash my hands of you.

And I intend to do just that.

Oh, there you all are.

I'll be in in a minute.

Oh, hello, Ruby. I'm running late again.

I don't know why you don't just do an
egg.

Very useful things, eggs.

Poached, fried, boiled, coddled.

And if you drop them on the floor,
scramble.

I don't think they're speaking to each
other that lot.

They haven't been shouting, have they?

Not that I listen, mind.

Always put me over on when things start
warming up.

These washty bands of them, he says.

Funny, isn't it, how only fathers can
wash their hands of children?

Yes.

What's the use of going away?

It's like taking a sleeping pill.

When you wake up, the world is still
there.

My thing is a bit stupid of Dad not
sitting at the table all day.

There comes a time in a parent's life,
Russell, when the only way to get your

children is to be more childish than
they are.

Take this to your father. Oh, Mum.

You don't have to...

I'd watch out for the gravy if I was
you. It's got rocks in it.

Is he OK?

He looks kind of smaller.

We don't make much progress in this
house, do we?

Four years ago, you and your father
didn't speak to each other for weeks.

Yeah, well, it was long hair then,
wasn't it? Dad won't move with the

Mum. Your father does move with the
times, right?

If he didn't, his patients would be
walking about without teeth.

It hasn't been easy for us either, Mum,
you know.

I mean, we went through all that O
-level and A -level bit. You know, we

out of school like factual parrots. E
equals MC squared, energy cannot be

created or destroyed, all that crap. And
who gives a damn?

Because we're still not getting enough
money to do anything with.

I'm 22 years old and my mother still
buys my knickers.

I still buy your father's knickers,
Adam.

If you were married, your wife would be
buying them.

The world is full of women buying men
their knickers.

Marriage, that's a joke.

How are we supposed to provide food and
clothes, let alone houses?

Yeah, right.

I mean, when I met Annie, I got that
lorry -driving job to earn some extra

for us, right?

So I had to drive all night and sleep
all day.

In the end, she turned around and said
she'd rather have a pet owl.

Even after all kinds of jobs.

Lollipop men, gardeners, car wash
attendants, decorating.

I even offered to be a cleaner in the
job centre.

Oh, the job centre. Now that is
something else.

Everyone's sitting around on plastic
chairs looking as though someone's been

dishing out frontal lobotomies.

What has all this got to do with smoking
pot?

It makes you forget, that's what.

Things don't seem so heavy.

One little puff and it makes the whole
day go away.

Yes. Well, the day doesn't go away, does
it, Adam? It's you that goes away.

It's a mental insecticide.

Mum, we're big boys now, OK?

Yeah, I mean, you and Dad are great, but
all we want is to be left alone.

All you want? All you want?

We can't always have what we want!

You're terrifying the sponge pudding,
Mum.

I guess I'll take that as a design.

a competition with the gravy.

I think I'd better come with you.

You want me to lie and deceive?

If that's what it takes, yes.

Then I'll take it you don't want to.

And we'll call it a day.

We brought your dessert.

Yeah. We won't smoke dope anymore. Not
if it makes you a mum freak.

Thank you.

See you at the breakfast table then.

Possibly.

It's okay, Mum. We've sorted everything
out.

love is like a butterfly a rare and
gentle thing

love is like a butterfly a rare

and gentle thing