All language subtitles for Butterflies s04e06 Breaking Up

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

multicolored moods of love are like its
batting wings.

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

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

There's nothing I can do.

A total eclipse.

Ruby, I've told the boys to wipe their
feet on the doormat before they come

the house, but you apparently told them
not to dirty the doormat, so now they're

stepping over the doormat and wiping
their feet on the whole carpet.

What we could do within that front
garden is a sheep dip.

I'd like to go early today, if you don't
mind.

Yeah, of course I don't mind.

Anything special?

That man who chatted you up, the one
that walks his dog.

You're having coffee with him after all.

Oh, no, no, I've forgotten all about
that.

Very wise, Ruby. Life is complicated
enough.

Oh, what a bit of rushing about to do.
You know, the curtains to wash and the

paintwork to clean and the telephone
people are coming and...

He started walking his dog earlier now.

Go when you like, Ruby.

He always holds me on when we cross the
road.

A lot of men that do that. It makes you
feel that whatever might go wrong when

you're out with them, you won't get run
over.

Oh, they can't get the car out.

Aha!

See you tomorrow, Ruby.

What did you say your friend's name was?

Josie.

We're eating at the Manor Hotel.

I'm shopping first.

Don't forget your seatbelt.

You're trying hard not to show.

Oh, come on, sunshine. Either we're
doing this job or we're not.

I can't get into it. It isn't my scene.

Being a father hasn't done much for your
sense of adventure, has it?

I mean, it's a job, isn't it? With
money.

Right.

Number...

28. Mrs Murdoch.

28, 28.

There we are.

All right. Let's go and introduce
ourselves.

Closer to the table.

Well, we've got to look functional.

Hello, Mrs Murdoch.

My name's Adam Parkinson. This is my
brother, Russell.

We just thought we'd let you know that
we'll be cleaning your window from now

on.

Very nice.

What happened to Jones?

Mr Jones?

Oh, moved on to better things. He's
opened a shop.

I see.

Well, I'm afraid it's not convenient at
the moment.

Oh, no, no, no, no, that's all right.
We're just getting acquainted with the

customer. We don't actually start any
work till the day after tomorrow.

You'll do them properly?

I want them doing properly, mind.

When we finish, you'll be able to see
the Eiffel Tower.

I want the corners doing, mind.

No extra charge for the corners.

And the insides.

The insides, right, yes, sir. Half price
for the insides.

How much?

Um, answer, sirs.

Ten quid all in.

A Friday, sir.

Right.

Mrs. Murdoch.

Fridays.

Every month.

Monthly. Right. See you Friday morning,
then. If I don't answer the door, you

can start.

I might be in the back.

Friday, then.

The Eiffel Tower.

No extra charge.

Ten quid, eh?

It's only going to take us an hour.

Three of those a day, and we're on 180
quid a week.

Six a day, and that's Barclays Here I
Come.

She was coming out a bit strong, wasn't
she? Oh, they're all going to be like

that.

We're entering the bored housewife
territory.

Do you realise our bodies are in
jeopardy?

All we've got to do is take the money
and the coffee and the cakes and run

hell.

I'll toss you for the bathroom window.

Well, I must say, you look fantastic.

You haven't got a line anywhere. How do
you do it? Oh, I have, really.

They don't come on duty until later in
the day.

I gave up when I was 40. I used to spend
hours in front of the mirror with my

brushes and pencils. It was like trying
to restore an old house.

You get the foundations right and then
the roof would cave in.

I treated myself to a facial a few weeks
ago.

They made up my eyes with what they
called the autumn shades.

I looked like E .T.

Do you remember our flat -sharing days?

Oh, we were young and powerful.

We always seemed to be summer.

Crimson lipstick, nylon stockings, bras
like scaffolding. I could go threatening

the universe with our ears pierced and
our breasts bound and gagged.

I tried going without a bra last year.

but I couldn't help feeling that part of
me had escaped.

And if I rushed upstairs or ran for a
bus, I didn't know where they were.

Do you remember Billy Waring?

Oh, Billy Waring.

You used to take the telephone to bed in
case he rang.

Oh, how I loved Billy Waring. All I
wanted to do in life was marry Billy

have kids for Billy Waring, cook for
Billy Waring.

Die for Billy Waring.

God, he was ugly.

He was kind, though. Yes.

Is Ben kind?

Yes, he is.

Peter was jealous.

I'm sorry about Peter.

Oh, it's all right. He died doing what
he enjoyed, spying on me.

I was going off to do some shopping with
my sister.

He didn't believe me, so he followed me
in the car.

I knew he was there.

In fact, I was...

quite looking forward to arriving at my
destination, to seeing his face when he

saw that it was true.

And then there was this crash.

Oh, Josie.

I had one little moment, that's all.

One little discrepancy years before.

A kiss in a car park after an office
party.

Peter found us, and after that,
everything turned into a nightmare.

Oh, my...

Am I talking like this? Come on, Josie,
snap out of it.

Here's to us.

May we never kiss in a car park.

May we never kiss in a car park.

Now, what's for dessert?

I can't see a thing.

Neither can I.

Eternal youth.

Eternal youth.

So, we've met everybody now.

It's a serious bit to start the morning.

Good.

I must admit, it's not what I had in
mind for you. I mean, I'm not likely to

bring up the subject of my son's
profession at a dinner party, but it's

than nothing.

The days of snobbery are over, Dad.

There's only two types of classes now.

Those in the fertilizer and those about
to be in it.

I see.

I managed to avoid the about -to -be -in
-it stage and went straight for the in

-it category.

Stay dead.

It's just fate. There you go.

Hey, there's no meat in that, is there?

No.

OK. Stand by.

You'd better spoon it out, I think.

That way we'll have a gentle unfolding
rather than the avalanche.

Wow.

Globules.

Just eat it, will you?

Oh.

Do you notice some of those fantastic
smells coming from those houses?

Oh, yeah.

Sort of curry and sauces and herbs all
acting like you could eat them.

I don't think we should discuss your
mother's cooking while she's out. It's

speaking ill of the dead.

What about number 28?

Number 28. Oh, boy.

42?

42. Well, yeah.

I could get into 57, with a bit of
persuasion.

57?

No, she's a bit fat.

My favourite's got to be number 19.

She wasn't in.

Yeah, I know, she's kind of mysterious,
don't you think?

I presume this is all joke talk, is it?
I mean, you are aware of the potential

danger in flirting with other men's
wives.

Yeah, we're aware of it.

Yeah, it's just joke talk, eh?

I know you think you know it all, but
just remember that behind every one of

those women there is a six -foot
husband, and I don't want them knocking

door and dropping your remains in the
hall.

Oh, you bet.

They're bored, you see, because they've
only got to push a few buttons and all

the housework is done, right? So they've
got all this surplus energy that

isn't... Your mother

said there's a cake somewhere in the
kitchen.

Did she say what kind?

Homemade.

Homemade.

Might go and check it out.

If you want to live dangerously,
sunshine.

Did she say whether it was chocolate or
fruit?

Look, it's only a cake.

I'm asking you to go in there and get a
cake, not diffuse a bomb.

OK, OK.

I'm going.

Dear God.

Well, it's just that sometimes she's OK
with the chocolate, you know.

Your mother's OK with it.

Supposing we open a tin of peaches.

Can't you find it?

A sort of unidentified object lying
there.

When will I go to the tray?

Message understood.

Make with the tin opener.

I guess not being able to cook has its
compensations.

I mean, you can't become a bored,
frustrated housewife till you become a

housewife, can you?

And I don't think Mum's going to make
it.

You've been a long time.

Daniel, what are you doing?

I want to talk to you.

I've grown tired of you, the other men.

It's all right. It's your turn to twist
the knife.

You were bound to grow tired of us.

Us?

What does that mean?

There never was an us.

Then what do you want to talk about?

Us.

Leonard, I must go.

I've been out all morning.

What are we going to do?

Nothing.

We're going to do nothing, Leonard.

We've been doing that for two years.

I can't leave Ben.

He's done nothing wrong.

He loves me, Leonard.

Is that the only qualification one
needs?

And I can't have an affair.

I'm not made that way.

I've come to the conclusion that you are
beautiful, Mrs. Parkinson.

I hope he remembers to mention that.

Please.

I've run out of...

There's no hope for us.

Couldn't you have tidied up?

Yeah, I was going to. I thought you'd be
in later on.

I go out, I leave everything ready for
you.

All you have to do is sit down and put
the food in your mouth.

Yeah, OK, OK. Take it easy.

I mean, I can't go anywhere without
being haunted by the thought that you'll

starve. Or by the thought that if I take
two hours off, it'll take me 12 hours

to clean up after you.

I spent my entire life trying to avoid
this kitchen.

I think you must have my book, Mum.

I mean, what would you do if I died?

People do die.

People wake up in the morning and find
other people have died.

Why, it was me.

Now I have the added responsibility of
having to stay alive to keep you lot

alive.

When am I going to come home, I ask
myself, and find lunch ready for me?

What's wrong, Mum?

I just explained what... What's wrong?

What's really wrong?

Nothing's wrong. Everything's fine.

I had a lovely time. I had a nice meal
with a nice friend, a nice drive home.

I need to talk to someone, Adam.

Will I do? I'll go mad if I don't talk.

Okay.

So? I'm here.

I told you once about...

A man I knew.

No. Yeah. A guy who went to New York.
You fancied each other or something like

that.

He's back.

Nothing's happened.

We haven't... I only ever see him in the
daytime.

I don't think I love him.

Because I love your father, and it feels
different.

You mean one has all the excitement of
trying to get to the top of the

and the other is like just sitting
there?

Today we met.

It wasn't planned.

And I told him to go.

Is that all?

Yes.

Oh, I thought you were going to say
you'd shot him.

Shot him?

Yeah. You know, something really
worrying.

Look, shouldn't you be pointing out to
me that I'm too old for all this

nonsense?

No.

You're a dying race, Mum.

When I get married, if...

I get married.

My wife won't suffer the way you have.

She meets a guy that turns her on,
she'll probably just go right out there

do it.

My dad's a lucky guy.

You never accuse, do you?

You never blame.

Law of the jungle.

No use blaming the monkeys, is it?

Look, I understand, Mum.

I know everything you're saying.

It hurt me, Adam.

Everything hurts, Mum.

If it's anything.

You never did see Annie again, did you?

No.

You OK, Mum?

Mr. Parkinson, I forgot to tell you. A
lady rang.

Amanda Colling.

Oh, yes.

What did she want?

She asked if you could call her.
Something about lunch.

Well, keep till tomorrow, I think.

Thank you.

Bye, Mr. Parkinson.

Bye -bye.

Anything on television?

There's a good film later.

The Last Man, a hard -hitting western
about a man who has a price on his head

and the secret of the gold.

I hate westerns.

All they do is shoot and spit.

Is there anything else?

Late night news?

Oh, yes, that'll be a bundle of fun.

Rail strikes, earthquakes, invasions,
explosions.

Some silly fool trying to cross the
Atlantic on a breadboard.

Oh, by the way, Ruby phoned. She can't
come in tomorrow. She's got some rushing

about to do.

How did lunch go?

Oh, fine.

Had a lovely time.

Josie was telling me that when her
husband was killed in his car, he was

on her.

Spying on her? What for?

He thought she was seeing someone else.

Silly man.

Isn't it possible that he was a worried
man?

Yes, but spying.

There's something distasteful about
spying on someone.

I wouldn't spy on you.

You might, if you had a reason.

Surprising what we do when we feel
threatened.

Don't you ever want to change things?

Our life, for instance.

You talk about life as if it's something
you buy on the shots.

I'm sorry, but when I got it home, it
didn't suit me.

What I mean is the routine of it.

This house, for instance, I'd like to
change that for a start.

You mean move?

Yes.

Why not? To the country. Yes, that's it.
The country. A country cottage.

Fields and birds.

Different... Sounds. Different things.

My work is here.

Our friends are here.

What friends?

Well... The one you had lunch with
today, for a start.

Oh, Josie.

I haven't seen her for years.

Probably won't see her again for years.

Well, not the country, then, but
somewhere else.

It's important, Ben.

Is it?

Why?

I cook better in a different house. That
kitchen never liked me.

Why?

Hello?

Hello, Ben.

It's Amanda.

Oh, hello.

I'm sorry to call you at home, but,
um...

I'm going back to Spain.

Oh. When?

Oh, within the next couple of days. I,
um... I just wondered about lunch.

Remember?

I owe you one.

Yes.

Why not lunch?

Tomorrow?

Tomorrow will be fine.

I'll call you in the morning.

Wonderful.

Look forward to it.

Bye, Amanda.

lunch with her last week?

Yes.

She flirted with you, didn't she?

Did she? I don't remember.

You told us.

I pulled a bird today, you said.

Perhaps I was boasting.

I don't know anything about you
suddenly.

I'm trying to be mysterious.

Like you.

Me? Mysterious?

Nothing mysterious about me.

I wander around with a huge notice
across me saying, I am a... A bored

housewife. I know.

He's different.

Ben is different.

The last few days.

He's coated in a kind of armour.

I can't get through.

I feel as if he's sitting inside it
saying, don't touch.

He doesn't know about the thing I keep
talking to you about.

And anyway, it's over now.

I just thought I'd keep you up to date,
that's all.

Who is this Amanda, anyway?

Love makes your heart feel strange
inside.

It flutters like felt wings in flight.

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

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