All language subtitles for Black.Butterflies.S01E03

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Come on, come on, get over here!
Do you wanna get caught?

Where'd you even get these? This is crazy.

Hey, pass me one.

Yeah, I'm just sort of figuring out
everything as I go. You know?

I do.

Okay, your turn.

You hear that?

Hey, relax.
The caretaker's watching the match.

No, I heard something.

It's probably nothing.

Come on, stop it.

Hey, Nat.

- What are you doing?
- No.

- Jesus, don't you hear that?
- No.

- I don't hear anything.
- Sounds like an animal.

- That was my song.
- I bet she's scared.

- I'm the animal.
- Enough.

Cut it out. Ugh, stop it.

- Oh. Where's she...
- Hey...

- Wait, Nat.
- Nathalie, come back!

Nat?

Sorry, I was in the john. Come in.

Do you want some more?
Help yourself, okay?

- I'm good. Thanks.
- Sure?

So...

For dessert I've got, uh, some yogurt.

That's okay, Albert. I'm really full.

You are?

Ah, shit...

Mm. Leave it. Leave the dishes.

- I'll clean up.
- You sure?

Thanks.

I know all of this might be
a lot for you to take in, so...

Been through worse.

In prison?

And elsewhere.

Thailand as well.

Muay Thai camps are no joke.

How did you ever end up there?

I don't get it.

I mean, just look at you now, huh?

It's hard to imagine all that violence.

You did read my book?

I read your book. Of course I read it.

But you know,
it starts in your teenage years.

There's nothing about your childhood.

Childhood is very important, you know.

I don't remember much of it.

And you know the rest.

Yeah, but it's different
when you tell the story.

That was a big discovery for me.

That when you tell the story,
it's liberating.

Wanna try?

What game are you playing?

There isn't any game.

I'm interested in you.

Okay.

It started when I was... 14, 15?

I just needed to break.

First things, then faces.

Better to fight guys like me
who wanted it.

And then I became a school dropout,

which devastated my poor mom.

'Cause I was smart.

So I went to Thailand to box.

Were you good?

Not really.

It's one thing to throw a punch,

but taking one is another.

But this is the main thing.

Maybe you

wouldn't understand this.

I spent three years
at a training camp in Chiang Mai.

When I got sick of beatings, I came back.

Then I worked odd jobs here and there.

I was a bartender.

That I liked.

Nightlife, girls, booze...

I loved it.

"But then a scream
sparked a flame in my life."

I remember the line in your book.

Yeah.

Three o'clock in the morning,

I was cleaning up the bar
when I heard someone screaming.

So I came out.

I saw a guy messing with a girl.

I kinda knew the guy from around,
your average asshole.

Her, I didn't.

So I stepped in.

Hm. That's good.

There are a lot of fucking assholes.

Fortunately, there's also guys like us.

You and I are totally different, Albert.

Yes, you're right,
we're completely different. Excuse me.

I cut you off. Carry on.

I approached the guy,

and I told him to chill.

But he didn't chill.

First mistake.

He was looking for a fight.
I was drunk and looking for one too.

Then, bam! Comes the first punch.

He picked the wrong guy to fight.

I took it, and then it was my turn.

I kicked him hard.

Right in the plexus, and he goes down.

But he gets back up. Second mistake.

So I start hitting him,
one, two, three times...

Who knows how many times.

In the end, he went to the hospital,

and I did nine months.

Oh. Hm.

A bit harsh, but hey.

The judge ruled that
despite the situation, I went too far.

In the end, it saved me.

In prison I quit drinking.

Started writing.

Just me and the page,

putting it all down,
it just kept pouring out.

A miracle.

I stayed out of trouble,
was free in six months,

and I went back to that bar.

And there was the girl.

She came back for me.

I see she's... beautiful, intelligent...

Different.

And tender.

- That's the important thing.
- Mm.

No one had ever held me that way.

In fact, that girl is Nora.

She loves me, you know? Believes in me.

She introduced me to my publisher, then...

Well, there you go,
one thing led to another...

Adrien Winckler became Mody.

That's it.

I'm sorry.

Happens ever since
they removed my gallbladder.

Sorry.

I think... It won't...

We can't do any work today.

Sorry about that.

You came all this way for nothing.

But of course, you...
you can keep the money.

Goes without saying.

Oof.

Lay down here.

Here, I can help.

- No, no, leave it. I can manage.
- Come on, let me do it.

No, goddammit! I said no!

Forgive me, but... I'd prefer
to do things myself while I still can.

You can spend the night if you want.
There's lots of rooms.

Then we... can start early tomorrow.

I can't tomorrow. I'll call.

Where are you?

You told me to wait outside.

I've been here for ten minutes, you know.

Okay, I'm coming. I'm coming.

Well, thanks for coming.

Wonderful.

- Okay. It's fine.
- It's great that you're here.

- All right, let's go in.
- Yeah?

- What floor is it again?
- Sixth.

We generally do this
when the man isn't here,

but this one never leaves.

He'll probably be here.

Do this a lot?

You could have told me about it.

So, the idea for you is that often
the simple presence of a man

is enough to de-escalate.

What do you mean?

Well, I mean that you're there,
but you don't intervene.

You stay back.

And no violence.

I'm not an animal.

I'm sorry, I just don't want to get you
in trouble with your probation officer.

My probation
ended five years ago, Mom.

Yes, I know, I know.

But you know how they are.

- Where is it?
- Come on. Psst.

Yes, we're at the door. You ready?

Is he there?

No, no, it's going to be okay.
We'll stick to the plan, all right?

All right. Let's do it.

- Yeah?
- Hello, sir.

Uh, is Jennifer here?

What is this?

What is this?

- Answer me!
- Let her go.

Who are you?

You know them?

I'm sorry, sir.
They're coming with us. Let her go.

You can't stop her from leaving.

- Don't you come in.
- Yeah, though guy?

- I'm in. What are you gonna do?
- I'll show you, motherfucker.

- What's the bat for?
- Adrien, don't.

It's all right, Mom, we're just talking.
What's that bat for?

- Adrien, out.
- I'm gonna fuck you up.

How sweet is that? He came with Mommy.

- No! Adrien! Stop it now!
- Oh, you want some, you piece of shit?

- You're making it worse. Stop it.
- Listen to your mommy.

Okay, sir, Jennifer's coming with us,
understand? All right?

She'll call you
and you'll be able to talk,

but for now, step aside,

and let her get through.

If you please.

- Come on.
- It's okay.

Are you going, then?

I'm talking to you.

Are you, or are you not?

If you are, then go.

Which is it?

Don't come back.

- I'm not done with you.
- Yeah, yeah.

Son of a bitch.

Now can I go?

- You and I will need to talk.
- Whatever. Gimme a break.

There, there.

- All right.
- Bye.

- I'll see you.
- Yeah.

Thanks.

- Hey, Adrien.
- Stop smiling.

- Sorry?
- Stop fucking smiling!

- What the fuck?
- Let's go.

- Adrien, you good?
- What is this?

What the fuck are you doing?

Wait!

Fucking shit! Fuck!

Are you okay?

Are you drunk?

Yes.

What do you care?

- Do you know what you just did?
- Oh, come on.

What's this about?

Don't act so innocent.
I can see it all. Huh?

The texts, the wandering hands, the jokes?
I'm not stupid!

What are you talking about?
What the fuck's your problem?

What's my problem?

Maybe the problem is
you don't see the problem, okay?

I won't always be there to protect you.
To save your ass.

But, Adrien, this is Alan.

And?

- You don't understand it.
- What's there to understand?

- Understand what?
- He's a man! He's a fucking man!

But not all men are dangerous!

Stop it. Stop it. Enough!

Alan's my business, okay?
I can handle him.

You're not my fucking savior,
you're my man, all right?

Just tell me you're jealous,
I can understand that.

But... shit!
The drinking and violence, I don't.

Fuck, Adrien,
don't go back to that, please.

I can't take it, okay? I can't take it.

Because I'm not your savior either.
Stop it. Stop it.

Don't cry, stop.

In the bath, what we said to each other,
that was real, goddammit.

We don't owe each other anything.

And it's great, right?

Yeah, that's it, that's it.

It's okay, it's okay.

I'm sorry.

This idiot can't sleep here.

- Hey, you bum.
- Huh?

This is private property.

Yeah? And?

And? Call a social worker
and get out of here.

- Okay.
- This is funny?

What are you going to do?

- We're gonna beat the shit out of you.
- He's my friend. Back off.

- You're friends with this loser?
- Get lost, Killian.

Go on, all of you.

You motherfucker.

So what's going on?

Oh my God...

I love your tracksuit.

It seems like the only times
you're interested in me

is when you're totally wasted.

Well... it's a start, isn't it?

- If you just came here to play games...
- No. No.

No.

Soon it'll be over.

Soon what will be over?

It...

Everything.

Everything I have to do
because no one gives a damn.

This life, this mess,
it'll all be over soon.

I'm waiting for confirmation,
but I can feel it, Mathilde.

I just wanted you to know.

There might even be an after.

Okay? And...

What happens after?

Well, that

is difficult to say
since there's never been a before.

Well, am I in it?

That's up to you.

I HAVE YOUR GARBAGE RESULTS... CALL ME.

I'm going.
Anyway, Martin is alone.

Then, uh...

I'll see you. After.

Okay?

I'll get a room.

I need to work alone.

For the fingerprints,
I have consistent repetition

on all the items in that trash,
so it's probably the owner.

I compared them with the file from '72,

the samples taken from
the crime scene then,

and, uh, it matches.

So how close?

Rates nine out of ten.
No doubt about it. It's the same guy.

Uh, you still there, Carrel?

DNA?

That I don't have yet. I'll email you.

But listen, Carrel,
it's the last time, you hear me?

Yeah, sure. Last time.

Come on, show me what you got!
That's it. Good.

Well, I'll be damned.

Ladies and gentlemen,
the return of the wonder boy.

The intellectual boxer.

The one, the only,

my good friend Adrien Winckler.

What brings you here?

I got the itch after all this time.

Hey, man.

- Welcome.
- I'll go get changed.

Okay.

Let's get back to it.

Mommy?

No! No!

Mommy?

Hi, you've reached
Albert Desiderio's voicemail.

Please leave a message
after the tone. Thank you.

Albert, it's Adrien.

Do you think we can meet tomorrow?

Of course, I...
I hope you're feeling better.

But we have to continue.

'Kay. Well, call me back.

- See you.
- Bye.

Bye.

Sleep...

Everything will be all right.

It's gonna be to be okay, I promise.

Go to sleep.

Does it feel good?

Hang on.
You're going too fast. I'm lost.

What year is this exactly?

It was 1978.

Weren't you in Basque Country?
The gas station clerk?

I told you.

We took another week of vacation.

Solange was tired
after her second abortion,

so we went on a trip again. Got it?

Okay, yes. Got it. Got it.

Well, yeah, it's okay,
but you really need to keep track, Adrien.

Is something the matter?
You don't seem well.

No. No, I'm fine, thanks. Go on.

Sol?

Let's go, Sol.

His eyes are different colors.

Well, we can't just leave.

We can't, Albert.

That's not who we are.

You expecting a guest?

No.

Can you answer the door?

- Uh... hello?
- Hi.

- Is Albert here?
- Yeah.

- Nastya!
- Albert!

I'm keeping my promises.
Every time I have a meeting...

Yes.

...less than 60 miles away,
I come to say hello.

- Mwah!
- You see? I also kept my promise.

- I'm still alive.
- Yeah, well... Mwah!

Your friend here
scared the hell out of me.

I thought for a moment
he was the new owner.

Allow me to introduce you.

This good-looking man here is Heni.

He's an Israeli artist, and since
he doesn't speak a word of English,

we can say whatever we want.

- This is Adrien.
- Is he your secret boyfriend?

No, no, no, no. He's the... He's the son
of an old client from the salon.

I don't know if he's a good lay,

but be careful,
he speaks very good English.

Okay?

- Hello, Adrien.
- Hi.

Pleasure. I'm Nastya.

- Nice to meet you.
- Yeah.

Do you eat Lebanese?

- Yeah. Fine by me.
- Yep.

That's good
because we raided the whole deli.

Okay.

We're gonna get the food in your car.

Yeah.

- Don't you want another? More recent?
- No.

I'll show you my latest.
You can choose whichever.

No, I'm telling you, no. Never.

This stays where it is.

All right.

It was my first one.
Actually, it was like...

No. It's the other way.

And that... is Nastya.

All right.

She was supposed to come later
in the story, but hey.

Cheers.

Okay, my first solo exhibition?

It was Arras. It wasn't in New York.

I must have been 20? I don't know, 25?

I was so, so impressed by everything.

I was so shy at the opening exhibition,
I kept to myself, not saying anything.

I assure you.

She can be very shy, really.

Anyway, all the usual
gallery opening people were like,

"It's amazing! It's so bold!"
Blah, blah, blah.

And... And then...
Then I noticed this little man

looking at my paintings in the back.

Different. Very strange somehow.

- Yeah, how did you end up there again?
- No reason.

I was just passing by in the street
and I saw the "art gallery" sign.

I went in.

I'd never been
to an art gallery in my life.

Something about it
must have resonated with me.

Ah! Something dark and bizarre, of course?

Mm-hmm.

He was coming every day.

He was hanging around,
always looking at my art.

But not like any of the others.
His look had... had this...

Well, you can't really
describe a look, can you?

Of course, we...
we started chatting.

And then...
...it was love at first sight.

Love at first sight,
as if we'd always known each other.

Hey, when did you
get to be such a softie, huh?

- Yeah, yeah... Yeah.
- Well?

You're right.

What's happening to me?

Well, the truth is

that he was the first
to buy one of my paintings.

That one there. And I...

And you've heard this.

And I had no money at all at the time.
I was so broke.

He really saved my life,

and after that he always helped me out
when I was in the deep shit.

And it saved my life, really.

So, I guess it was
all about the money after all.

That explains it.

Yeah.

Tell me you smoke, Adrien.

Yeah.

Because with him, it's no drugs,
no alcohol, no red meat, no cigarettes.

I'm telling you, if he wasn't so talented...

Anyway...

I really need
a partner in crime to smoke.

Well, I do smoke, yes. I love smoking.
It's my favorite hobby.

- Okay. Okay.
- It's true.

Come on.

- Let's go out.
- Yep.

Okay, see you later.

So you are cuckolded.

You are cuckolded.

I don't read books.

Not fiction books, anyway.

- Yeah?
- Mm-hmm.

- Why not?
- I don't like stories.

They're just nice lies.

"Truth is stranger than fiction,

but stranger still are lies."

Philip Roth.

- Roth?
- Yeah, Roth.

Okay.

You're the kind of guy who quotes stuff.

No, never.

Never?

I don't know what came over me. Sorry.

Okay. Okay.

I mean, nobody's perfect.

Um, where's home?

Um...

Wherever, you know?

I move around.
But right now, I'm in Roubaix.

I'm a resident artist.

I was invited there by X Magin.

Who is that?

It's a tattoo parlor.

You have space for more?

Yeah, lots of space.

But I'm not going to get tattooed,
I will tattoo.

You do that too? Okay.

Yeah, it's great, I love it.

Mm.

I mean, I've been drawing
since I was a little child,

but when I discovered the skin,
it changes everything.

Can you imagine if every time

you typed a letter on the keyboard
of your computer

it hurt someone straight away?

You'd think twice before you did it.

You get it?

You're modifying people's bodies.

It's more than bourgeois
intellectual bullshit.

Mm-hmm?

Like me, you mean?

Thanks.

When you opened the door,
you saw me the first time,

what do you think?

A tattoo... junkie? Yeah?

No way.

- No?
- No.

What did you think?

Hmm...

Nah, never mind.

Okay.

Was?

We have to go, baby.

Okay, okay... Right.

It looks like you and I

will have to continue
this conversation some other day.

Mm-hmm.

- Bye-bye.
- Bye.

Okay, I'll see you soon.

- Don't wait too long, okay?
- Okay.

The son of an old client?

And what did you want me to say?

The truth? Huh?

The truth is only for you, Adrien, right?

Nobody else.

All right, let's keep going.

In the end, we... we took the baby.

If people had seen us,
they would have thought,

"Oh, my, what a lovely family."

Ah...

Shhh...

How old was the baby?

I have no idea.

He must have been, I don't know...

Six months, one year?

Uh, they must have left something.
Do you mind checking for me?

Hello?

Yves.

Nice to meet you.

Adrien. You too.

Uh, I live in the house
around the corner, so,

I'm the neighbor, I suppose.

Albert asked me
to bring over some, uh, tools.

- Okay. Please come in.
- So, uh, I'm here.

- Okay, thanks.
- No problem.

Yves!

Come on in, my friend. Come.

- You didn't.
- Do what?

Well, your beard.

Oh, yes, I shaved it.

But why? When?

Oh, who knows. It was on a whim.

About, I don't know, three weeks ago?

- Well, it makes you look much younger.
- Oh, really?

What do you want?

Really, I... I don't...

Please.

Listen, I don't have anything.